#i imagine nightmare would look like that one demon shinobu animation

[monoscale9]

Killer witnessed a horror today

2 headcanons in 1 ig:

Instead of almighty abusive Nightmare, he just says or does some outta pocket thing that makes Killer cringe enough to go Stage 2

Nightmare uses his tentacles more than his actual limbs (yes, that means walking, too)

[september000]

forever.

shinobu kōcho x demon!reader. tw: gore.

 “When the young demon first saw the girl with the butterfly clip, she was entranced. Beautiful black and purple hair cascaded the young girl, and she had bright and shining eyes; ones that resemble the most marvelous of insects. (Y/N) could only imagine the satisfaction her flesh could give her.”

Drunk on a certain kind of hunger, the girl who was now tainted with the worst kind of evil stumbled onto the garden. She seemed out of place. She felt her bare feet had mud caked all over it. Though in every step she took, she felt the earth beneath her quiver and some of it died as she took her steps.

She carried tired eyes and had unnaturally pale skin. No one tells you when you first become a demon, that you are met with such a pitiful bloodlust. She drooled and drooled, until she smelled the comforting warm and metallic liquid. Although it was not loose, it was pumping and flowing through something. She could now see what held it—a short girl, no older than 18 was seen watering plants. The teenage girl hummed a beautiful tune, but (Y/N) couldn’t comprehend the sweetness of her voice, the demon could only recognize the rage that consumed her being. Though unexpectedly, this is what drew her closer to the human.

“Out for a midnight snack huh?” She said calmly, she turned around to see that her smile was unwavering. “I could smell the stench a mile away.” Said the girl.

Although rather blinded by hunger, (Y/N) wiped the drool from her lips. She walked slowly and unsteadily to her. She wanted to act a bit more civilized. Hand reaching out for something (Y/N) doesn’t know about.

“What is your name?” (Y/N) whispered, she was struggling with her words, as she was trying to fight the thing that turned her into this monstrosity. She desperately wanted to pounce on the frail girl and tear her to shreds. To cut open her stomach with her sharp nails and feast on her guts. Though she bit her tongue in thought and grimaced. Blood pooled within her mouth.

“Shinobu, Shinobu Kocho.” Admitted the girl. Shinobu chuckled sadly. She placed the flower pot down on the table quietly. “I’m guessing this is where one of us dies.” Said the girl, in a way that sounded too accepting.

“Please,” pleaded the figure before Shinobu, “I need your help. Please help me. I don’t want to be this way.” (Y/N) averted her eyes, ashamed to have turned. Tears began to swell and she dropped to the ground. The girl who went by Shinobu came closer to her. With blurry eyes, (Y/N) looked up at her and what she found in her gaze was something like a pitiful rage. Shinobu cradled the demon’s cheek with her soft palm, her fingers glided over the dirty and wet skin, and with another caress, the girl screamed loudly.

“TANJIRO! KANAO!” Hollered Shinobu, not breaking any eye contact. The demon’s eyes widen in fear, and with an unexpected rush of speed that not even (Y/N) could comprehend, the demon knocked the girl out. (Y/N) looked at her cracked and dry palm, and wondered where all that power came from. She then saw lights gradually start to turn on, as she smelled the presence of other humans. With no plan nor hesitation, she picked up the girl on her back and ran away.

When (Y/N) found an abandoned cabin, she gently laid the knocked out girl on the floor. The nervous demon fiddled with her fingers and wondered what to do next. With frantic steps she searched the old cabin. She found few things that could be salvaged. Lighter fluid and rope was among those things. She decides to tie the sleeping girl up. The thought came too naturally, to constrict her and disable all her capabilities. These thoughts gave (Y/N) a certain kind of comfort. The demon grabbed the rope and began tying up the delicate girl carefully. She took this time to admire the thin girl’s body. Long eyelashes adorned the sleeping figure and it seemed her skin was made out of porcelain glass, so smooth, thought the captor. Her collarbones poked out through her kimono that was now soiled and open. She could see the outline of her breasts in the moonlight. (Y/N) blushed profusely at her lewd findings. When (Y/N) finished tying up Shinobu, she sat back on the wooden floor. It creaked under her weight. (Y/N) sighed a long sigh and held her head in the palm of her hands. She was so tired. The demon wanted to know what she did to deserve this hellish nightmare. (Y/N) thought about her newfound purpose. To only bring misery sounded like a life she did not want to live. So she thought about laying out in the sunlight, to feel her warm embrace once again. She brought her knees to her chest and cradled herself. (E/C) eyes darting straight ahead.

꧁𒊹︎꧂

Shinobu grows awake. She knits her brows in displeasure and blinks. When she comes to, day break is almost here. So (Y/N) hesitantly brings Shinobu deeper into the shadows of the cabin. While being pulled, the tied up girl makes futile attempts to escape, all are ignored by (Y/N), she’s not getting out that easily.

The captor now dwiddles with her fingers and looks down at her barren feet. She felt embarrassed to be in this predicament. To be a lonely village girl and then becoming a lonely demon. How can fate be so cruel?

“Are you awake?” Whispered (Y/N). She wanted to be as gentle as possible.

“Yes, yes I am.” Shinobu said lightly. She smiled a pressed smile. Like she couldn’t even believe it herself. She was alive. The demon was confused about the girl’s nature. On the outside she was beaming. She was the candle that months would stick too. But (Y/N) could sense something sinister yet sad inside of her.

“Why do you smile so much for someone so unhappy?”’ Frowned (Y/N), she just couldn’t get it. Now this caught Shinobu by surprise. Her doe-like eyes widened as she crane her neck to see the young demon. “I can sense it, you held no fear, only anger.” (Y/N) crawls towards her with unfiltered fascination. “You are unlike anyone I’ve ever seen.” (E/C) orbs pierce through Shinobu. The demon didn’t know why, but she quickly became enamoured with Shinobu. A girl that showed no fear– just anger. There was something about the curve of her eyes and how her mouth looked when she spoke.

“What has happened? Why are you so angry?” I softly spoke. She averted her gaze and her composure diminished.

“Someone I love was taken away from me.” Calmly says Shinobu. “By your kind.” Venom dripped from her words.

“I did not ask for a fate like this. No one would.” (Y/N) squeezed her fingers until they crack and pop. She wished she were dreaming. Then there was a silence, an unnoticeable one that was thick and heavy. The clouds outside from yesterday formed yet again in contentment. Fat raindrops crash down. The sound of pitter patter was soothing.

“I wish I could let you go.” Admitted the demon. “But something came over me, I’m very sorry,” She looks at her palms and sharp nails. “ I just had to take you with me.” Shinobu looked out the cracked window. She seemed unfazed by (Y/N), undisturbed. Though she looked deep in thought. She didn’t know what to say. “When you yelled, I panicked.”

“Hm,” Shinobu’s mouth thins out into a straight line. Ruby and chapped lips then spoke. “If I had stayed quiet, would you have let me leave, unscathed?” Questions the girl.

“I only had good intentions.” (Y/N) looks away, embarrassed.

“Answer the question.” Shinobu orders.

“Maybe.”

“Hm…” Shinobu thinks. “Maybe.”

There was something about the rain that was able to sing you to sleep, so that’s what Shinobu did. (Y/N) noticed her eyes fluttering consistently. When she fell asleep, (Y/N) had decided to do something crazed, she laid her head on Shinobu’s lap. It was cold but (Y/N) didn’t want to admit she fell to the elements, even as a demon. It unerved her that she was doing this as a sort of comfort. So she settled on the idea that it was so she didn’t run away.

Yeah. That was it.

꧁𒊹︎꧂

They moved in the night. Like scavengers, like animals. Though the cool blow of wind in the nightime meant nothing to Shinobu. It would be summer soon, so spring was here. It was humid and grand and watery. The wisterias should be blooming by now. So Shinobu kept an eye out for the flowers. She knew the formula like the back of her hand.

Lately, all Shinobu has been doing is observing. And she’s come to the unsettling conclusion that (Y/N) has grown fond of her. The longer time went on, the more Shinobu noticed her features. Her irises misshapen, the long nails and pale (S/C) skin.

Shinobu became accustomed to the demon’s behavior patterns, like how she would hold her hand while they slept, or how she would never want to leave her alone, even to go to the bathroom. Another thing Shinobu noticed was that (Y/N) was obvious in her feelings. Her pages are bound across the table, anyone could’ve guessed if she was angry or happy. So the captured girl made sure not to step on her toes.

For food, (Y/N) would sneak into the houses in the villages. She stole their crops for Shinobu, and the blood of others for herself. (Y/N) never had the stomach to go all the way though. Her victims would just wake up with bruising and bite marks. And Shinobu was thankful for that.

Though tonight it wasn’t a village, it was a cabin on top of a mountain. It’s wood old and kept many splitters and insects. The two girls hid in the bushes, stalking and waiting. (Y/N)’s eyes darted back and forth. When it came to food, Shinobu thought, (Y/N) seemed like a different person. More serious and a little less loving. When the final lantern blew out, the demon squeezed Shinobu’s sweaty palms. And on the count of three, the girls traveled up to the steps.

“You look in the kitchen. I’ll be quick.” Whispers (Y/N) . She opens the door quickly and silently. There is a slight creak but (Y/N) paid no mind for it. The demon raced to the back where the family would be sleeping. Shinobu treaded lightly to each of the doors. She eventually found the kitchen, and it was pristine, though the wood croaked under Shinobu, she froze in her spot, she tried to look around. When she felt and heard no movement, she moved forward and there it was. A grand loaf of bread. They were hard to come by when scavenging, so she grabbed it, and that’s when she heard it. There was a scream so loud and so disturbing. Something inside of Shinobu broke and she raced to the back door.

It was like a painting. A very violent and grotesque one. It seemed unreal, fictional. There was blood splattered on the mats and walls Then there was a man on the carpet, he was convulsing as blood spewed fiercely onto the screaming woman next to him. Her eyes went wide with terror. She crawled to the corner and as the blanket fell, Shinobu saw her swollen belly.

Then there was (Y/N), her face was indescribable and unidentifiable. When she realized Shinobu was in the room with her, fat tears rushed down her face. At this point, Shinobu had lost it. The demon had never done anything like this before.

“What the fuck have you done?” Screamed Shinobu, she was livid. She was angry, at herself more maybe, because she has put too much trust into the demon.

“It was an accident, I swear, he woke up. They never wake up.” (Y/N) muttered to herself. Shinobu looked back to the man, he clawed at his throat as he gurgled on his own blood, and soon it stopped. He stopped, and he became just a body. Shinobu then yelped and rushed to his side, knocking (Y/N) to the side. The pregnant woman cowered in fear and ran out the door, leaving it wide open. She sought for help.

“I never should have trusted you,” muttered Shinobu. “from the start, you were doomed by the sickness that ran through your veins.”

“I’m sorry. So sorry, Shinobu, you know I didn’t mean it. I just didn’t know what to do so I just–”

“You know, (Y/N), I remember you said those same words when we first met, in the cabin. Though now, I don’t think you meant it.” (Y/N) now groveled at Shinobu’s legs.

“Please don’t leave me.” Sobbed the demon. “I need you. I can’t be all alone.” Shinobu then kicked away her hands and tried to run.

“I could never live with a filth like you.” Yelled the girl. She ran to the door to try and escape. She was done. ‘I can never go back’, thought Shinobu, so she sprinted to the door and (Y/N) sprinted after her. With an unbelievable swiftness and force, (Y/N) swiped the back of the young girl’s body. She howled in pain. (Y/N) looked at what she had done. It was undoubtedly a deep wound. The air was knocked out of the girl as she writhed in pain. Tears streamed down Shinobu’s pale face and she remembered that this is the first time she’s cried in a while. So she bawls in bawls. (Y/N) haunts the hallway as she slowly walks over to the girl’s fragile body.

“I told you not to leave.” Said the girl, like it was a stupid mistake.

“Get away from me!” Cried Shinobu, she tried to crawl away, and (Y/N) grabbed her hair roughly. Then she heard a fatal crack.

Shinobu’s flailing ceased and so did the light in her eyes. When (Y/N) realized she had used too much force and snapped her neck, she wailed and wailed. It happened all too quickly. Dried and wet blood was caked in her hair and on her hands. In her panicked state, (Y/N) whimpered and begged Shinobu to be awake. But in the cabin, she was the only heart beating.

“I’ll miss you so much.” Whispered (Y/N). “Even in death you are gorgeous.”

Now fueled with a new kind of desolation, she kissed the cheek of the dead girl, it’s warmth fleeting. She kissed her cheek until her kisses became small nibbles, then bites, and then (Y/N) grabbed the arm of the young girl and ate from it. Blood ran down her arm profusely as (Y/N)’s teeth made its way through the fat, muscle and bone.

“You won’t ever leave me now.”

[windywooshes]

Zenitsu Agatsuma x (GN)Reader

~*:beloved short cut guide:*~

(Y/N): Name (E/C): Eye color (H/C):Hair color [ i.e. brunette, blonde,...]

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It was harsh and loud when they fell in love with it.

Very loud.

It was crying in pain.

For a moment their throat felt dry and hoarse as if feeling the impact of the high screeching octaves in their own body. It was ear piercing. Never before durring their stay in the Butterfly Estate they have caught that much of a loud voice. It sounded more like a dying animal, if we are honest here...

It took them a lot of courage to inch closer to the pushed open door to the infirmary beds. They couldn't really stand the sight of blood and mutilations of the injured demon slayers. (Y/N) has never really worked with patients before as they were one themself but sometimes, things were critical and there weren't enough Kakushi to lend a hand for Shinobu and the others, so they had to go under the dogs and patch up some of the swordsmen and women. Sometimes, it wouldn't be so bad. Just a broken limb, some cuts. Nothing, what a first–aid kit can't handle. Other times it would look more grotesque and crimson. In those times the view haunted (Y/N) till the late hours, bringing nightmares with them. This time though...it wasn't even half as bad. The (H/C) never saw someone pulling so much drama over a cup of bitter medicine. Was he that sensitive in terms of taste ? They carefully stepped into the room, deciding to aid Aoi with the difficult patient.

„TANJIROOOOooooOooOOOuuu, pLEaSE hElP mE !!! I doN'T WAnT tO dRInK tHIs bITtER medICINe !!!“

“But Zenitsu...you need to get better–„

“I DOn'T cARe !!!“

“Would you stop making so much drama over a darn cup of herb juice ?!�� Oh shoot...never has (Y/N) seen Aoi pulling that kind of furious grimace before. And they'd rather not want to see it again, it was horrifying.

„H–how about I bring you some mochi to eat after you drink the tea? S–so it can wash away the bitter taste...“ the (H/C) voice drifted off and became a bit too silent and soft to hear but the male seemed to have caught every bit of it and shined up in joy and happiness. „Really ? You'd do that ? Waaaaaaah, my herooooOOOoooooo !!!!“ Oh sh*t this is a million yen smile- too precious- needs protection at all costs.

The blonde was about to jump out of the bed like a salmon and tackle them to the floor with a hug, but was held back by the twin tailed girl who just huffed and looked the volunteered nurse dead in the eye. „Then you shall take care of him and keep an eye on his medicine cup. Every day. 3x times !“

They saluted and rushed off to get the treats as quickly as possible. They were freshly made by the three little power girls Sumi, Kiyo, Naho and (Y/N). They got to have a small bite from them before and they tasted amazing ! It made (Y/N) very proud actually ! So just as prideful as they were, they served them to the blond haired boy and his friends. And as planned, the medicine was gobbled down like a shot of alcohol and the red bean balls chomped down to get the lingering bitterness out of the mouth. The group was having a small conversation to get to know each other. Or more like (Y/N) was having a small chat with Tanjirou since he was the only one of the group who you could talk normally to as Inosuke was in his sad phase, while Zenitsu just kept on clinging to their waist and sobbing about his pain and the danger he went through and how much he still is going through because of the aftereffects of the poison. They felt a bit flustered, honestly, not being used to such PDA sessions with strangers but burshed it off quickly. It felt pretty cozy to sit there and chat, patting the soft locks of the boy. As if hearing their inner voice, Zenitsu calmed down a bit and just kept on holding onto their form, more loose now. After some more chit chatting and story telling, they felt warm breath tickling against their sides. Both, Inosuke and Zenitsu seemed to be sleeping soundly. (Y/N) took a small glance at the boy. His sleeping face looked so adorable! Him being so calm in general was a sight they were surprised to see. He alsways looked like a goldfish which was just about to burst with those buldging eyes and wide open mouth.

Seeing him so peaceful made the (H/C) feel so...relaxed. The other pair of eyes looked curiously at them as they were gently unwrapping his friend's arms from their waist. The air smelled sweeter than before all of a sudden.

After they managed to stand up and pick up the dishes without making too much sound, they gave the only awake member of the group one last wave, before rushing into the kitchen to power scrub any type of dirty silverware they could find to calm themself and the blood which was running through their veins. Secretly hoping that no one did notice their now more reddening face.

Through the recovery of the quartet, (Y/N) managed to get closer to the chaotic squad. Even though she was asleep most of the time, (Y/N) got to spend some quality time with Nezuko as well. From hair braiding to sleepovers, no one was save from both of them. At one point (Y/N) was (t)asked to help with the daily stretching and stamina training as well as officially becoming Zenitsu's personal nurse since they seemed to be the only one who was not affected by his exhausting persona. And they gladly accepted. More quality time with Mr Fry ? Heck yeah, thank you Aoi-chan !

Though (Y/N) couldn't help but scowl once they heard that he won't come to training anymore. About to bring another tray of (extra) bitter medicine to hopefully kick some motivation back up the arse, they heard the infamous sobs of the breath of thunder user. „NezuUkoO-cHaaAAAAAaaaannnN...I miss heeeeeeeeer...Inosuke, don't they think that it'd be so wonderful to be taken care of by her ? Aaah~ I bet even her medicine wouldn't taste that bitter~“

“Hm...“

“I wonder if she is doing well? Do they think she is dreaming of me ? Oh, I should find some flowers for her later~“

“Hng...“

It kind of stung, hearing the blonde fawning over the girl. No hard feelings. Nezuko WAS a beauty after all. She was also very kind and soft...and apparently strong too- quality aspects, they couldn't help but feel slightly jealous even though they were a good catch themself in any aspect. But it never seemed to catch the attention of the blonde. It made the mood drop a bit sometimes even though they tried to tell themself that it was stupid to get their feelings stand infront of their friendship. But seeing how different he was acting around the demon girl, heck, even around the other girls of the estate, made their heart feel a bit heavy. It's not like they weren't grateful for getting any type of love and attention from him but it held a lingering aftertaste of friendzone. They wanted to be presented flowers too. They wanted to hear his voice softly coe their name as well...feel the affection he was emitting and have it for themselves as selfish as it sounds.

This topic was chewed over and over with Shinobu-san as well as the other 4 residents in the estate and all of them got their back. Keep throwing in encouragements and plans as to how get the both of them closer. Everything seemed like a dead end as none of the plans have ever worked out.

The (H/C) sighed and rounded the corner, walking into the room with a pout plastered on their face. Setting the tray down with the medicine and two freshly made sweet treats. They crossed their arms, looking stern at Captain Obvious.

“Shouldn't you be training ? Why did you abandon Tanjirou like this ?“

“A-ah, (Y/N)-san...you see...it's no use. The training is just too hard..and I always feel so demotivated whenever I lose to Kanao-chan...“ Zenitsu stuttered out while looking off into the opposite direction, clearly feeling a bit guilty when hearing the water wielder's name.

Inosuke just grunted, his back facing the part-time nurse's, still sulking. (Y/N) shook their head and sighed.

„Well, he at least manages to get stronger than they guys.. He'll probably overrun they both in some days...“

The boar's head moved a little. It even looked like the ears of the mask perked up. Got one hooked. (Y/N) could start cursing themselves out for the next words as they were making them feel slightly bitter,

„Bet Nezuko-chan will be really impressed to see his improvements too~“

Thunderkid's head seemed to make a full 180 flip to Inosuke, screaming that they should quickly set off to training again. And before the (H/C) could react the, now empty, cup was placed into their hands with a thank you. With the boar under his arm, Zenitsu dashed off for training once again. It seemed to be just in time as the mere glimpse of Tanjirou's swift improvements seemed to kick in some additional adrenaline.  (Y/N) started to make the bed with a mix of satisfaction and sadness.

Days passed and the demon slayers seemed to get fitter and stronger. It made the (H/C) smile to see the three in full spirits again. Even our beloved little demon girl seemed to have gotten some of that spark as she was now more frequently joining the late night hang outs with everyone in the household. It was a wonderful time. The house felt even livelier than it used to be before, so it made parting even harder.

When the group set off for their next mission (Y/N) couldn't help but get all gloomy. They understood that they have a job to do, that they do it to protect the villagers and that they have their very own personal reason. But it didn't help the worries from rising up and drowning the mind in sadness. Especially to see someone beloved go into the danger zone. And they can't imagine the big fat blobs of salty water which the (E/C) orbs cried when the group was brought back to the mansion, all beaten up and one with a deep wound up his stomach. No one ever saw (Y/N) in such a devasteted mood. Whenever they were tending to Zenitsu's wounds, they had tears rising up in their eyes, their lip was constantly quivering and their heart gave out one heavy depressing sound. It made the blond worry horribly. He was happy to have someone that concerned about him but he couldn't stop himself feeling guilty to see that sad stadium for a whole week. It became better though once he returned to his training, all fit and refreshed.

The peace didn't last for too long though. (Y/N) was out to fetch some groceries when Uzui barged into the estate and was about to kidnap the poor girls for his mission. No one could imagine the anger rising up inside of the (H/C) once they heard that the trio decided to take on the job with the breath of sound wielder. After the squad returned from that nightmare of a mission, (Y/N) made sure to write an anger stuffed letter to the former pillar. It was so effective that they got an apology letter back from the man. Most of it was braging about his own flamboyant form while the other 1/6th was about the strenght of the boys and how well they managed the situation. Fighting alongside until the end.

It might have been to calm their worries down a bit but (Y/N) couldn't help but curl up in their room and stay awake. Overthinking.

So as (Y/N) was doing some health checks and bandage swaps they decided to talk to Zenitsu. Or more like...confess. They didn't know why it could help but...it felt like it should be now or never. The last chance to be talking in peace. Without any additional worry building up. Their mind has been fuming for nights as to how or when to do it. With the other two knocked out cold and the demon playing with the girls, the (H/C) decided this was the right time. It was perfect. No interruptions. No chaos. No...Nezuko...

Zenitsu was feeling uneasy when he heard his nurse come in. He immediately heard that something was off. The shaky hands which were fumbling with the fabric of the bandage. The furrowed eyebrows which should aid as a help to calm one down. The sound of the rapid heart beating and the unsteady breath. He noticed it clearly. He heard it clearly. And it made his tummy churn because he understood those painful and nervous wave lenghts. He knew those sounds too well. It was not just any type of worry. Not any type of sobbing.

The (H/C) finished up the bandage change quickly and rushed off to bring their patient his warm meal. (Y/N) could course themself for being so shaky right now. There was no doubt they were a nervous wreck. How do people confess ? What words do they use for that ? How do they like...not die on the spot ???

Okay, deep breaths. Get a hold on yourself. You. Are. One hardcore b*tch. You got this.

Even the imaginary cheerleader crowd inside their head didn't really help. With shaky hands, (Y/N) shuffled their way back into the room. What a nervous wreck, even Zenitsu looked so concerned.

One thing came over the other and the soup went on full force sailing through the air, right into sir fryhair. Splashing all over this poor boy's body, burning and staining the whole bed. There it was. Magnificent scream of terror and pain. Zenitsu yeeted out of the bed and squirmed around the room, probably waking up the whole neighbourood right now. Reflexes fast but mind still behind, (Y/N) picked him up and rushed out to the garden, throwing the gold fish back into it's natural habitat. The cold pond water. The koi weren't quiet happy but the burning stopped and the spots hopefully won't end up becoming fat wounds.

Kanao took a quick glance through an open shoji door aaaaand quickly closed it again. Probably alarming the others to prepare new med and bedsheets.

Long story forward, the both of them ended up back in the room of crime. Shinobu talked to them before, asking about what stunt exactly they were trying to pull off. After listening to the sobs and stutters, she nodded her head, making sure the others won't disturb both of them after clean up. And there you were. Everything sparkly now and Zenitsu full of weird smelling cream all over the red spots. Both just awkwardly looked on the floor, not saying a word. The air felt thick and heavy. The other inhabitants leaning their ears sneakily against the door or the room. Hoping to get any snippets of the conversation.

"I like you."

Hoo ! There it was ! Everyone helds in their breath in. It felt as if hours have passed after it became deadly quiet in the room again.

The blonde was quiet. Looking out of the window. Evening was slowly approaching. The sun kissing the sky goodnight, lighting up the room into a soft warm yellow tone.

His breath became uneasy. Not being able to look them in the eye, he stared off into a corner of the room before looking down on his bandaged palms which he placed on his lap. A sorrowful smile forming on his lips. He looked up and looked them into the tear glistered (E/C) marbles.

„...Thank you so much, (Y/N)-chan...

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...but I'm truthly sorry...“

It was soft and hushed when it broke their heart.

So soft..

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I apologize if this isn’t one of the sparkliest or most well written pieces out there ! I’m still a bloody hobbyist when it comes to writing ^^”

Could have worked on this for ages because of the inner perfectionist but I think it's better like this, haha.

I'm about to start daily routine again but feel free to send in requests if you have them ! I could try making some of them into stories or headcanons, just mention what you’d like to have. No NSFW though, sorry hh