#kishin x reader

[rinrinx2]

Hello! If your requests are still open can I request mixed smut scenario with - reader has a crush on Kishibe and enemies to lovers with it being a smut? I dont know if I should elaborate/describe it more but something among the lines of reader thinking he only has eyes for quanxi and never seeing her as a woman, so she goes on dates with both guys and girls her age, even trying to date Aki who kissed her during one mission, little did she know that a certain older devil hunter was jealous and angry, while reader feels like her big crush on an older and experienced man is unprofessional and wrong and is embarassed about it since she isn't very experienced with men? In reality Kishibe got over Quanxi a bit after she joined the work of being a devil hunter, but she thought she would die faster than Kobeni so he was a bit cold and mean to her but loved each minute he trained, drank, talked to her? and one day confronts her about it on a mission and they argue like they always do, so he fights with the reader and pins them or something? I apologize if you didn't need a description, have a nice day!

Hope you like it <3

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Picking a fight

Kishibe x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut, Inappropriate language, Mature themes, Adult themes, against the wall, unprotected, cream pie, breeding implied, mentions of death.

*Text in this font this indicates events from the past*

You would of preferred having anyone over your current partner literally anyone was better than the older man who held your interests so deeply.

"Would you stop panicking" Kishibe commented as you walked cautiously through the abandoned apartment complex.

"I'm not panicking I'm just nervous" you replied back.

"Nervous" he mocked with snicker as he rolled his eyes at the remark.

You hated how snarky and sarcastic Kishibe was with you, but you hated yourself more for finding it so attractive the way he would diffuse the most tense scenarios with an obvious remark.

A trait of his that you both loved and despised, just as Quanxi did, which made you snap back to the reality. As much as you had a crush on the older man it would only remain a crush as he was taken with Quanxi and only a fool would go against her.

"Head in dreamland already" Kishibe commented again as your mind lingered still on Quanxi.

"Well continue to be in dreamland and the demon will kill you and you'll stay there" Kishibe continued as he now walked ahead of you.

"Why do you always have to say things like that, you know how I feel about ... dying" you replied back, now with an air of worry in your voice.

Kishibe rolled his eyes once again at your worry. You were constantly plagued with worries of your death even when he trained you that was all that would leave your lips.

The thoughts of death started to manifest in your head and before you knew it you were thinking back to your training. Back to when these thoughts were scary enough to turn you away from your current life.

"How often do devil hunters die?" You questioned as you sat on the training mat.

"4 out of 5 don't make it" Kishibe replied while he took a deep inhale of the cigarette placed between his soft lips.

Your irises became as small as pins at the mention that there was a high percentage rate that you wouldn't even make it pass your first mission.

"Well if you lucky maybe the demon won't even bother with killing you, I mean a girl such as yourself would die from missing a step on a staircase" Kishibe said blowing the smoke down onto your face. That was the start of your relationship not only as student and mentor but as pickering partners.

"I'm being serious here (Y/N), stop letting your mind linger. We're getting closer" Kishibe said turning back looking at you with a face painted with irritation.

You starred back at him, slightly shaking your head as you snapped out of the memory your mind drifted to. Now facing back at the reality you were going into.

You looked at the different apartment doors as you continued your journey through the passages, noting how each door seemed to look normal yet something seemed to be off.

Just as you were about to ask about your surroundings you heard the snarky remarks of the older man begin.

"Your head so caught up on Aki that you not paying attention again" he said not even bothering to look back this time.

"What!" You replied back now with slight anger in your voice.

"Don't what me, we all know on your last mission you and Aki ended up having more fun than you were supposed to"

"Aki and I did nothing" you snapped back, now refusing to move a step forward.

"Oh please, we heard how he did you against the wall" Kishibe said now full on laughing at the idea.

"I didn't do it with Aki, we just kissed and it wasn't even like a proper kiss just a touch of our lips" you said now thinking back to your last mission, how Aki's lips were pressed against yours. You could still feel the warm of his lips against yours.

"Yeah whatever, you probably wouldn't mind dying on a mission with Aki" Kishibe said as he was about to reach for his flask.

Just as his hand grabbed the cold metal flask the flooring the two of you stood on began to shift, causing you to lose your balance.

"Shit" Kishibe said underneath his breath.

Your could feel your breathing began to speed up and feel the worry of death flood through your veins. You had been in many situations before but none like this. The walls were beginning to swallow you and the floors pulling your further in.

Your body was trapped within itself unable to move, and Kishibe soon noticed this when you weren't responding to him as he called out to you.

"Fuck (Y/N) move!" He yelled as grabbed your hand, pulling into some apartment with the door left open.

Kishibe threw you into the apartment, barely making it into it himself.

The cold floor against your skin did little to relieve the evident shock still traveling through your body.

Kishine looked down at your frozen figure and soon began to worry at you state.

"(Y/N) don't fucking go into shock" he said as he quickly flopped down to the floor starting to violently shake you back into consciousness of your surroundings.

"Come on, listen to my voice. You're safe here" Kishibe said as he began to hold you in his arms.

"You're safe, (Y/N). You're safe" he repeated over and over as he placed his hand on your head soothingly petting your head.

You remained still eyes still glossed over with fear, and heart still beating erratically. You could hear Kishibe voice in your mind, and began to focus on it, listening as every syllable hit against your ear letting it soak into your brain until you could feel yourself in your body.

Kishibe watched as your once frozen body quickly moved out of his arms as you took deep breathes distancing yourself from him.

"Why would you do that!" You yelled out to the older male.

"Save you?" He questioned as he remained seated on the floor as you slowly began to rise to your feet.

"No, talk about dying. You know what it does to me" you replied back with a bark.

"You've got to be kidding me" Kishibe said rhetorically as he now stood back on his feet, with his hand coming to his temples at your accusations.

"You use to train me and you knew about my worries of death, you know I'm scared to die in this field of work and then you go ahead and talk about it while we're on a mission" you continued to yell with a face full of anger.

"Calm down you're, you sound like that Kobeni girl the way you're getting worked up over nothing"

"Nothing! The floor tried to eat me, Kishibe!"

"Yeah but are you dead" he said with that sarcastic tone that had you going livid.

"Can you stop with that, I'm not your little girlfriend Quanxi that enjoys that demeaning tone in the face of death!"

"Quanxi?! I don't even like Quanxi since she began to work as a devil hunter, so you even going on about this is pointless" Kishibe yelled as he looked at you with a bitterly.

"Don't lie to me, I see the way you look at her. You love her and I've been trying everything to get over you even going on dates with girls and boys just to get you out of my mind. All you see me as is that dumb little girl you trained!" You shouted back pointing an accusing finger at Kishibe who now walked over to where you stood.

"Don't fucking stand here and say I've been making you jealous with Quanxi, when you're the one going about kissing co-workers" Kishibe said as there was only 3 steps away from you now.

"You think I enjoy hearing the woman I fantasize about kissing another man" Kishibe said now moving a step closer as you moved one back.

"You think I see you as some scared little girl, well you couldn't be more wrong" Kishibe said irritatedly as you back was now against some wall as he now stood face to face with you.

"You have no idea how I have thought about you at night, the way you look, the way you walk, the way you talk, everything about you drives me insane and the only thing stopping me from doing anything is because an old man like me should not be fucking his younger colleague"

Now it was Kishibe whose face was contorted with a scowl while yours remained with shock as you looked back at him, eyes wide and lips parted as he had just confessed how his feelings mirrored yours.

"Kishibe I want you to fuck me" you said quietly, barely above a whisper as your eyes looked into his, hoping that he would both hear you and wouldn't.

"I've been dying to hear those words" Kishibe said as he dove his head down to yours.

His hands now grabbing yours that were at your side pinning them above your head, as he passionately kissed you. His tongue sliding against your own feeling the warmth of your mouth against his.

His lips left yours as it now traveled down to your neck, feeling as his tongue slid against the column of your neck making your grasp out for air.

"Kishibe" you moaned out at the sensation of pleasure.

Kishibe removed his one hand that from above your head, now moving it lower till it was at the hem of your pencil skirt.

"Want me to fuck you now or after I kill this demon?" Kishibe whispered into your ear, causing a tingle to run down your spine.

"Now" you said quietly with your head lowered.

Within a second your skirt was now pulled up and your panties were being pulled down with one hand as the other was quickly pulling Kishibe pants down.

"I'm gonna fuck you so good that the demon is going to hear you moan" he snickered out as he got his cock out from his pants.

You looked in amazement at his cock, that was stood 10-inches big with a thick vein on the underside and two heavy breeder balls that caused pre-cum to shine on Kishibe slit.

"Take a nice look cause this is going in you" he said as he now fully removed your panties. He grabbed your hips lifting your up so now that your pussy was hovering above his cock.

You could feel his pre-cum against your soaked pussy, causing your to gush out more.

Just as you were about to moan out for him to enter, you felt his cockhead begin to slip in.

His felt as his cock split your pussy fold open, sliping it in causing you to moan out in satisfaction.

You felt ad Kishibe bottom out in you, not moving as he allowed you to get use to his size.

Your pussy fluttered against Kishibe's cock as it took it all in. You looked down between your bodies noting how your legs were wet with your slick and his pre-cum and back up into Kishibe's eyes watching as his eyes held lust in them.

Your lips slowly reconnected to his as he began to thrust up into you, each thrust knocking the air out of your lungs.

"Oh Kishibe" you moaned out against his lips, feeling the way his cock rubbed perfectly against your pussy walls.

Kishibe could feel the way your pusst tightened with each thrust, which only made him more feral to breed you.

"Your pussy need my cum doesn't it" he said in that sarcastic demeaning tone that had you seeing stars.

Kishibe began to quickening his pace, as he fucked you senselessly against the wall, the only sound being that over your moans and slapping of your wet pussy against his soaked balls.

Your pussy was spasming around his cock, taking in the way he drilled you so perfecting making your claw into his back.

Kishibe could sense you were close, your pussy was already milking him and your nipples were as hard as rocks as he could see them through your bra.

"Cum for me baby" Kishibe said as he rutted into you, his cock head nudging deep into your soft walls.

Your pussy was overflowing with cock and your vision became spotty as you felt the coil in yout tummy began to slip until it finally loosened.

Hot liquid began to gush from you onto Kishibe as you came hard, gripping onto him as your road out your orgasm against his cock.

Your actions causing Kishibe to shot hot white semen deep inside your pussy, as you milked him dry.

Kishibe remained still for a moment allowing you to catch yout breath before gently bringing your back down to the ground.

He gently helped your slip you back into your panties before slipping his cock back into his pants.

Kishibe looked at you with a smile, looking at your fucked out expression.

"Let's make a deal" he said causing your eyes to light up with interest.

"Let's go kill this demon, but if you spill a drop of cum from your pussy I get to fuck more into you after this mission"

"Deal"

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[stitched-mouth-vs-the-world]

Soul Eater Masterlist

Notes: Anyone you see missing here are characters I don’t write for. I don’t write smut for minor characters and I don’t age them up for smut.

Codes

🦋 = Headcannons

💄 = Fem Reader

☘️ = GN Reader

🌷 = Fic

🖤 = Angst

🏳️‍🌈 = Gay

✨= Fluff

🌚 = NSFW

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Soul “Eater” Evans

To Be Continued…

Maka Albarn

To Be Continued…

Death the Kid

To Be Continued…

Blair

To Be Continued…

Dr Stein

To Be Continued…

Lord Death

Inappropriate Workplace Behaviour 💄🌷🌚

Medusa Gordon

To Be Continued..

Crona Gordon

To Be Continued…

Asura

To Be Continued…

Tsubaki Nakatsukasa

To Be Continued…

[illubean]

Mayhaps....

Death The Kid x a reader that's a witch pretending to be a meister? Like Kim from the manga :>

DTK with a Witch!S/o

Characters: Death the Kid Type: Headcanons, Gn!reader

YES YES YES YES MY FIRST SOUL EATER REQUESTS AND FOR ONE OF MY FAVS TOO .·°՞(≧□≦)՞°·.

Warnings: none

while posing as a meister, it is insanely hard to find people on the same wavelength as you considering the fact you're a witch

the one thing that Kid didn't understand about you was the fact he wasn't able to see your soul

he stayed wary of you, knowing that something wasn't right

but after a while of getting to know you and having no troubles, he forgets all about it

maybe his power is messed up because he's not a fully developed shinigami yet or something

he actually ends up growing pretty fond of you

he's so obvious about it and oblivious to you at the same time

soooo Liz had to spill the beans and boom you're a thing now

after a while of being with you he remembers how he can't see your soul and asks about it

you offer a long silence, which worries the young shinigami

and when you tell him the truth he is conflicted

yes the entire point of the DWMA was to rid the world of kishins and witches who have the instinct to destroy but you were his significant other

you hadn't shown the slightest signs of giving in to those so called instincts and had been nothing but good to your peers

and if your plan was to destroy the DWMA from the inside out, why were you being so open with him right now?

but when it comes down to it, Kid loves and trusts you

when the rest of the students at the DWMA find out he is quick to protect you from any haters

Liz actually flips her shit after finding out you were a witch this entire time but Kid would literally argue with her until the day he dies if it meant defending you

and when he says something about it to Lord Death he's like "oh I knew that"

and Kid is annoyed that his own father didn't say anything

but after this his trust in you deepens, knowing that his dad also trusts you enough to let you attend the DWMA and walk around Death City freely

if anything this new knowledge just strengthens your relationship :3

[suhnandmoon]

soul eater

weapon!park jisung x meister!reader

genre: soul eater au, best friends to lovers, angst w/ happy ending, fantasy, college-ish au (kinda. read info)

wc: 8.5k

info to know: heavily inspired by the anime soul eater. you don’t need to have watched soul eater to get the concept because i try to explain what i can. something i don’t explain but should be known is that weapons will grow stronger when they consume the souls of a kishin egg (a soul that has become corrupt). to soul eater fans: the werewolf in this fic is a kishin egg but for the sake of minimizing confusion with the term ‘egg’ being mistaken as a literal egg, ill often call it just a kishin. last thing! you can read this as a college or highschool au. honestly i wrote this as a combination of them both as in they start the academy when they’re 16 and graduate four years later. it doesn’t matter how you see it.

additional author’s notes: hii guys i’m back with this for you guys. take it as my apology for leaving you guys hanging with my minecraft boyfriend. this is my first full length fic so please be kind T_T there may be issues with grammar because i’m posting this before i chicken out of never sharing this to the world

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with his shoulders hunched, eyes shifting across the room, and the overall appearance of a sopping wet cat, the last person left was indeed your partner- though you had double checked his name tag a few times, hoping this was a joke.

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when you start at death meister academy, it's a rare occurrence for a student to find their pair immediately. weapons and meisters alike often spend the first month looking for the most compatible partner. 

compatibility heavily relies on the wavelengths of both individuals. if your souls are able to harmonize on the same frequency, that’s a sign you are suited to pair up. should a meister have a higher wavelength frequency than their weapon, either party could get greatly injured and vice versa.

to make things easier, many students opt to take a compatibility test issued by the school to be automatically paired up with the best fit for them. 

you personally deemed this as the only way fit to receive your weapon. if you were going to graduate as an elite ranked scythe-meister after your four years at the academy, you needed the best possible weapon for you; as determined by the statistics of the test. all meisters are categorized by rank: it scales from one to three stars from with select meisters promoting to elite if they prove themselves fit. all first years start at one star. typically it’s most common to see meisters graduating at a two or three star rank, but it’s not impossible to reach elite by the end of their time at the academy. and that's exactly what you’re going to do.

so imagine your initial shock when you were paired up with poor little park jisung. 

upon receiving the results, everyone grouped off with their partners. your eyes scanned the room for someone wearing the name tag ‘park jisung’ 

no one approached you for a few minutes as you searched so you decided to let the room clear out and see who was left. 

with his shoulders hunched, eyes shifting across the room, and the overall appearance of a sopping wet cat, the last person left was indeed your partner- though you had double checked his name tag a few times, hoping this was a joke. you had to prod the timid little demon weapon into introducing himself, earning only a shy mumble in response. it was hard to believe he was the weapon you were paired up with. the only indication of his status as a scythe would probably be his height- which let him tower above the rest of the class even with his slumped posture. 

you debated on the spot if you should just find a different weapon, not sure if this pairing was entirely the best for your four-year plan. yet, you at least had an ounce of guilt for leaving him behind and faith in the wavelength statistics for this to work out.

after your introductions, you laid out your intentions and planned path for your time at the death meister academy: collect 99 souls and one soul of a witch to successfully ascend your weapon into ‘death weapon status’, reach the elite-meister status for yourself, and finally, graduate top of the class. simple really.

it must be something about the way you said it so confidently that had jisung looking at you with a mixture of admiration and fear, but you received a gulp in response.

you were about to tell him flat out that, if it didn’t seem plausible for him, he’d have to find another meister when he beat you by saying a quiet, “i’ll do it.”

and in a rare moment, a peer of yours didn’t outright laugh in your face for expressing your goals.

you struck out your hand, signaling him to shake yours, beaming at the boy. he softly takes your offer and grasps your hand.

“well then, nice to meet you, partner!”

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the next few years went exactly as you hoped they would

well, nearly exactly. it did take jisung a good three months to work up the courage to eat his first soul. which in turn, brought three months of stress to you. but he got over that quickly.

your initial first impression of jisung was proven wrong after some time, seeing as how the two of you were almost always able to synchronize your wavelengths in battle.

you both take pride in being the first in your class to perform soul resonance, a fundamental skill for a weapon and a meister to achieve with their partner. many first years struggle with the concept of matching your frequency to someone else so accurately that it resonates. it takes most students the entire unit to perform one successful hit, some even take years. you two nailed it the second it was taught.

after three years at the academy, you and jisung have gotten to know each other better than you know yourselves. its typical for a weapon and meister to share some sort of deep connection, but you’ve always felt like you two exceed that standard in some way.

and here you both are, strewn across your shared couch with your legs across his lap as he sits on the other end, watching whatever's on the channel. you’re sprawled across the couch, revising your notes for the last time before you call it a night and watch with jisung.

“peach ring?” jisung asks as you absentmindedly reach in the bag to hand him one, eyes not once lifting off the pages of handwritten notes for your soul studies class. he takes it from your grasp and tosses it in his mouth, a hum of gratitude following the action.

jisung, over the years, has come out of his shell significantly from that first day you met him. you aren’t aware of it, but he owes a lot of it to you- from your contagious drive for success to your ability to believe in him wholeheartedly. he’s honestly still grateful you hadn’t dropped him the day you met. he still shudders at the memory of the day he ate his first soul, you comforting his hunched over form on the ground as he cried for an hour or two. that’s something that you both are taking to the grave with you.

he looks over to you, your brows furrowed as you mouth the words on your page in an effort to memorize the material, he finds your concentration to be quite cute.

“you almost done? its getting late. plus- its just soul studies,” jisung shrugs with a lazy smile, “last time i checked, we still have the highest resonance success rate. i think we know souls pretty well.”

you scoff at his answer, finally tearing your eyes away from the stack of papers and onto him- which was really his goal from the beginning.

“you and i know damn well that soul studies isn’t reliant on who can match their partner’s frequencies the best. its about the essence of souls.” you lecture lightheartedly and he takes the opportunity to reach over and pull the notes out of your grasp. 

“well if you know so much about it, it wouldn't kill you to take a break,” he places your notes on the coffee table as you weigh the pros and cons. its getting late, so you know if you take a break, you wouldn’t return to your studying but you also didn’t have the energy to argue with jisung either. taking the selfish route, you give in and reposition yourself so you’re sitting side by side with him.

an hour passes and the both of you knock out on the couch. you’re the first to drift off and jisung just doesn’t have the heart to wake you up by moving you off his shoulder so he decides he can just close his eyes for a few minutes…

well! 

it wasn’t a few minutes

more like a few minutes over the time you were both supposed to leave the house for class the next morning.

an unfamiliar feeling wakes you up that morning, half of your body on top of jisung and his arm lazily wrapped around your waist. before you can even process the position, you’re already jumping off the couch and frantically getting ready. you were supposed to leave the dorm five minutes ago

“-jisung! we’re so late! god. oh my god!” your fading voice as you run to the bathroom is the first thing your roommate hears when he wakes up. he groggily rises, rubbing at his eyes as he watches you run around your shared living space yelling in a frenzy. he would never tell you but he finds the ordeal to be endearing. he allows himself watch you for just half a second before he gets up to brush his teeth to avoid being on the receiving end of your curses.

you get ready in record time, cutting down your usual thirty minutes to a whole 4:37; albeit several steps were skipped in the process. as you frantically tie your shoelaces, jisung strolls next to you with two granola bars in hand. his morning routine is always less involved than yours so its no surprised he took like two seconds to get ready.

he can’t even hand the bar to you as you’re already dragging him out by his wrist.

by some miracle, you manage to make it to your soul studies class one minute before it began. you rush to your seat in the lecture hall and jisung follows behind, clearly not as worried about missing the test as you are.

you miss the raised eyebrow and shit eating grin that chenle sends jisung, causing the tips of his ears to turn pink. 

both of you walking in together late, jisung’s hair sticking up from sleeping on the couch weird, and the lack of sleep evident on your faces may not mean anything separately, but jisung was well aware of the implication chenle’s thinking of. he’s sure as hell lucky that you’re too focused on the exam to notice.

the next thirty minutes breeze by. you finish up your test half an hour in so, technically, you’re free to turn it in and leave for your next class but you always wait for jisung so you can exit together. it takes another ten minutes of doodling on your exam and picking at your eraser for him to wrap it up.

the two of you walk to the front of the lecture hall, dropping the tests off at your professor’s desk and walking out the door. zhong chenle is quick to follow you both out. you assume he was also waiting for jisung to finish his test, presumably to walk out with you both as well.

“hey you two~ had fun last night?” he teases you abruptly as he jogs to catch up to your pace. the three of you walk down the corridor as his voice echos down the halls.

“fun? studying for that test? certainly not-” you respond with your brows furrowed, not catching chenle’s implication as the classroom disappears in the distance.

zhong chenle, as much as he is a little shit, is jisung’s best friend and gun-meister to his own weapon. he also happens to be he son of lord death, the reaper who founded the school and the one in charge of all of meister/weapon affairs. he acts as a headmaster of sorts. you interact with him frequently, as you and jisung are always getting assigned missions issued by the reaper himself.

jisung sputters a cough in an awkward attempt to seem nonchalant about this situation, “don’t be an idiot, chenle. we were studying for the test last night and fell asleep on the couch.” he slaps the back of his friend’s head and you finally catch on.

you suddenly remember waking up in jisung’s arms and how it felt so… right. is it really so natural of a conclusion to think you two are sleeping together? that was seriously chenle’s first assumption? the very thought plagues your mind

you need to purge it immediately, fearing the imbalance of your emotions for jisung will fluctuate your wavelength levels. 

you brush off chenle’s allegation and he scurries away to his next class. you wrap your arms around yourself subconsciously as you both continue to your next class, purposely ignoring the previous conversation floating in your minds.

-

it’s around the evening when you and jisung get called in to ‘the death room’. really, its just lord death’s domain where he observes the outside world from his mirrors. 

you approach the man, who’s appearance as the ‘grim reaper’ takes much more of a whimsical approach rather than intimidating. he’s larger than life in both size and personality and his mask toes the line of a cartoonish feel. his appearance contrasts the vast liminal space he resides in. it's an expansive graveyard with a circular platform in the center where his full body mirrors reside. this is how you all exit in and out of the space. though the space itself is unsettling, you always find interacting with him to be fairly easy. maybe your friendship with his son benefits that but you also like to believe your own skill is a testament of how you earned his respect. 

“yn and jisung! perfect timing. i have a bit of difficult mission for you two~” 

lord death’s sing-songy voice is the first thing you hear as you step through the mirror and into his domain. your hand rests on jisungs arm to stabilize yourself before you both bow to the reaper.

“stress levels have gone up around the south outskirts of the city. we aren’t sure of the threat level- an estimate would be rank three kishin egg but don’t get too comfortable,” lord death explains the mission and you’re concealing the grin that threatens to spill from your mouth, “this should be the perfect assignment for the two of you. yn, i trust you know your promotion to elite is being considered. don’t disappoint me.”

you return his sentiment with a firm nod and pat to jisung’s back. he subconsciously straightens his posture when you reply, “no need to worry, lord death. we’ll get this done in no time!”

“thank you both, see you back soon!”

and with that, the reaper gestures towards the large mirror you entered from. this time, it reflects your next destination. you can see civilians running away from the scene, personal belongings strewn across the ground, and what looks like to be a werewolf kishin. its long legs reach the floor on all fours and its about double the size of the houses around it. you watch as its hollow, white eyes survey the upcoming area for its next victim with a notable hunch in its back. 

so this is your target, you observe. looks easy enough

jisung’s hand on your shoulder stops you from charging in without him. you pause for a moment to make sure he’s as ready as you are and once you get that confirmation, you’re hopping through the mirror without hesitation.

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the growl of the beast before you is terrifying enough to send chills through anyone’s spine. except the fast heartbeat in your chest isn’t derived from anxiety, rather excitement instead. you know lord death is observing your every move in this mission specifically so this is your chance to put on a show; to prove that you’re able to handle elite ranked missions.

before the kishin notices you, jisung snakes an arm around your waist, getting ready to transform.. 

suddenly, you get the worst timed flashback of your life. visions of this morning flash across in your brain and then to chenle’s accusation. you grip the transformed scythe of a partner in your hands tightly to push the unwelcome intrusions out of your mind.

goddammit. you couldn’t be losing focus now.

“everything alright?” you hear jisung’s voice echo out of the scythe as well as a roar in the distance. you know he can feel your grip on the weapon’s handle but you’ve already been noticed by the kishin to respond.

you swing your scythe away from your body, so the blade scrapes the dirt underneath you. you run toward the angry beast, not even bothering to reply to jisung. the only thing you should be thinking about is reaching the beast.

you take your first swing at the kishin, which it narrowly avoids. you only manage to shave off the ends of its dark fur. immediately after, its paw swipes at your midsection. you manage to jump up and use the arm under you as a platform to take another leap onto its back. you’re almost moving on autopilot, you’ve battled creatures like this countless times already- yet the thought plaguing your entire being creeps in the back of your mind. it bothers you but there’s nothing you can do about it at this moment. you curse yourself for being so immature for thinking about a stupid crush in the middle of a fight.

you position yourself so that you’re straddling the werewolf while it thrashes around in an attempt to throw you off its back.

“jisung!” you call out to your partner, scythe in the air and ready to plunge into the neck of the monster, “soul resonance!”

your blade cuts deeply into the side of the kishin’s neck, but nothing happens. no blinding light, no dissipation of the beast below you, and certainly no soul resonance performed.

the shock of you not being able to complete this move for the first time in your career as a duo allows the werewolf to send you flying off its back. you’re thrown off into the dirt, jisung having transformed mid-throw to soften the fall. he has you in an embrace to minimize your impact since you can’t even react

you can only sit there, shell shocked.

there has never been a time where the two of you have failed to perform soul resonance. and now, when you need it the most- when lord death is watching your every move closely for your promotion, you stupidly fail the easiest skill you could’ve showcased.

it takes one excruciatingly long minute to realize jisung has been shaking your shoulders yelling for you to snap out of it.

“yn!! yn!! are you okay??” the pure amount of concern in his eyes is enough to get you to push yourself off your feet. you ignore the searing pain in your right arm and grab jisung with your left, wordlessly. he gets the memo and gets back into form. you’re gonna have to do this the hard way.

it takes longer than you would’ve liked, but you eventually manage to find an opening to the kishin’s heart and strike it down, revealing its glowing red soul as the body dissipates. jisung shifts back to his normal form so he can grab the egg-shaped soul and swallow it down.

he’s fast with his actions so he can run back to you to check on you. you start walking the opposite direction, not being able to stomach your terrible performance. you can’t even look at him.

“yn! are you okay? please say something.” he pleads, grabbing your forearms so you’re forced to face him. you wince and retract your right arm but you don’t make an effort to turn away again. you fight the tears forming in your eyes and avoid his prying gaze, knowing that any attempt you would make to speak would croak out pathetically.

“i- i’m sorry. i’m so sorry” those are the only words you can say before jisung is pulling you into an embrace.

“you didn’t do anything wrong,” he hushes your sobs, stroking the back of your head. there's a strange nostalgia about this scene. it's fairly reminiscent of the year you and jisung first met, except your positions have swapped. last time it was you comforting a crying jisung for being too ashamed over his fear of soul consumption. 

you hate how small you feel in this moment, but there's one last sliver of selfishness in you that lets you enjoy the feeling of his arms around you.

“this wasn’t your fault. don’t blame yourself,” he reminds you, though you don’t believe his words. at the end of the day, you couldn’t perform soul resonance because your wavelengths didn’t align. you had been distracted during that fight. your feelings for jisung are throwing off your wavelength levels. 

“thank you, jisung”

he hears your tone and knows you well enough to know you don’t believe him. he doesn’t comment on it but it makes him sad to hear you like this. he doesn’t voice his thoughts.

“are you ready to go back to lord death?” he asks tentatively and the thought makes you completely nauseous. you’re sure you absolutely ruined your reputation in front of him but you also remind yourself that he’s probably watching you wallow in your own pity right now through his ornate mirrors.

you suck it up and give your partner the okay to keep going. he walks toward a large storefront window in the damaged city, cups his hands over the glass while letting out an exhale to fog up the surface, and writes down the numerical code engrained in all of your minds: 42-42-564. if you ever wanted to knock on death’s door. the quickest way to contact lord death himself.

the glass window soon turns into the scene of lord death’s space. you see him waiting on the other side and your stomach twists in anxiety. the both of you step through the storefront display and end up back in the graveyard.

-

you’re about to bow your head and profusely apologize but the reaper speaks up first, breaking the silence.

“yn,” his tone is sincere, yet you can’t quite place how he truly feels, “don’t apologize to me. i don’t want to hear it.” 

you thought your heart was already at your feet, but it somehow plummeted six feet under. jisung wants to stand by your side but ultimately takes a few steps back to give this conversation some space 

“is there something going on in your personal life that i should consider?”

your mouth goes dry and you attempt to respond but you can only muster up the strength to shake your head. lord death strides up to you and in that moment you think everything you ever worked for is going to crumble in front of you.

“hey, i’m not about to punish you. you’re one of the academy’s most dedicated meisters, i obviously know that whatever happened with your soul resonance was the first time that happened in all your years here, which is impressive in itself. and aside from that, you wrapped up the fight without resonating very professionally. don’t beat yourself up about this battle.”

this is too much. you’re starting to feel a little lightheaded at the rollercoaster of emotions you’re feeling. one moment you are terrified out of your mind that you let lord death down.. the next, he’s.. praising you?

“but- the promotion!” you sputter out.

“you’re exceptionally hard on yourself, yn. and i think it benefits your work ethic greatly at times, but it also pulls you down. you need to take care of yourself. i’ll look the other way when it comes to this assignment if you take a week break. a good meister knows how to balance every aspect of their lives. figure out what is causing both of your wavelengths to not resonate, i’ll work things out with your professors.”

your eyes widen at the compromise and you thank lord death for his empathy.

“thank you, lord death. i promise i won’t let you down.”

-

the walk back to your shared dorm is mostly quiet. you had just wrapped up your conversation with lord death and stopped at the infirmary for your arm. it had dislocated during the battle but luckily the healing process was supernaturally sped up thanks to the nurses working at the academy. 

there's an unspoken tension between you and jisung with both of you knowing you weren’t on the same page in terms of wavelength. this is something that has never been an issue for the two of you. you wouldn't blame him if he felt like he was walking next to an unfamiliar person. 

jisung, on the other hand, is stuck wondering what happened. there was something so clearly bothering you, so why couldn’t you tell him? his mind is desperately grasping for solutions to help pull you out of this but he’s not even sure if you’ll allow him.

if anyone could see the both of you walking together, you’re sure they’d be looking two large, grey clouds above your heads, both equipped with a torrent of pouring rain.

the jingle of your keys breaks the silence between you as you unlock the front door. in the midst of kicking off your shoes, jisung urges you to stay put. you watch him shuffle off into the kitchen before returning with a tub of ice cream and two spoons. there's a shy smile on his face, hoping that this will at least improve your mood ever so slightly. theres a twist in your heart to see him looking out for you like this but you also feel a sense of guilt for letting your feelings get in the way of his own accomplishments as a weapon. 

“thank you jisung” you take the carton from him with a small smile and move over to the couch. he sits opposite of your injured arm, though its pretty much healed up at this point. he’s still mindful. the regeneration magic used on it cut down your recovery time greatly. it only really feels sore now but jisung doesn’t take any chances.

you let yourself cozy up into his side as he scrolls for something to watch. the scene is similar from the night before. you weren’t exactly sure when you started blurring the lines beyond what would be considered normal for a ‘friendship’ but none of you have ever bothered to correct this behavior.

when he finally finds something to watch, jisung leans back and starts taking spoonfuls out of the tub of ice cream situated on your lap. you look up at the television lights illuminating his features, taking a mental image of the scene so you don’t get caught staring. its a scene you’ve probably seen thousands of times, yet the more you see him like this, the more flustered it makes you.

god. you’re fucking up your wavelength by the minute, you’re absolutely sure of it.

-

you’ve never liked the sight of the training grounds. it reminds you of the excruciating hours you’ve spent over the past few years practicing and training to get to the point where lord death deemed you strong enough to take on assignments. you typically opt for taking on lower ranked missions if you and jisung ever need to get some practice in. at least there, the targets actually fight back.

patience was never a virtue for you- clearly.

“we were asked to spend everyday together to work out our connection” jisung recites the instructions given to you guys by lord death after he granted you a week long break.

“oh, what a difficult task..” you retort sarcastically. you don’t think there's been a day where you haven’t spent a single moment without him, “hey, do you think if we can fix our connection this weekend, we can go back to class this week?”

jisung deadpans, “lord death gave us a ‘get out of jail free card’ with a whole week off of class and you want to throw that away?”

“come onn, we’re missing so much! when we get back, we’re not gonna know anything thats going on in any of our classes!” 

“i already don’t know whats going on and you’ve probably studied up until the next month’s worth of academic content. we’ll be fine,” he states factually. he honestly can’t be surprised that you’re already itching to get back to work, “plus, this break is for you to get a better grasp of work-life balance. you need this week off.” he pleads with you to concede. most of his intent is for you to take it easy on yourself, but the week off from class definitely was a perk.

you kick the dirt of the training grounds and mutter an, “i guess, i guess”

jisung grabs your waist and the transformation happens as always. you stand there holding your scythe perpendicular to your body behind you with the blade’s tip facing the ground. your left arm is extended out to the side as it holds the base while your right rests on your hip.

you toss him up into the air, the weapon twirling in circles before you grab him and hit the wooden training dummy. you give him a few experimental swings before you close your eyes and focus on what you two are really here for.

you got this.

“soul resonance!” you say, voice lacking your usual confidence. and as expected, nothing happens. you squeeze the handle in frustration as if swinging harder would magically fix your problems.

“don’t think about it too much. relax. its just me and you” you hear his voice call out.

its just me and you. your heart patters with anxiety. that’s probably the one thing you didn’t need to hear. me and you

how are you failing miserably at this when its always been you two?

you try again. and again. you’re making repeated attempts, only getting close to resonating once. that one managed to make a larger dent in the training dummy, but it was absolutely nothing you were used to.

you lost count at the embarrassing amount of failed attempts you’ve gone through. around an hour and a half passes. 

most of your hits end up just being hacks into the dummy to release your frustration. you almost go in for another hit when jisung transforms back. he’s sweating and he grabs for your wrist to keep you from going further.”

“that’s enough. let’s take a break for now.” 

and in your frustration, you scoff to yourself. a break, huh? that’s what you’re on right now. moved to a hiatus until you can get your shit together. you don’t voice your annoyance when you glance over at your worn out partner. he wipes the back of his hand against his forehead, displacing the sweat sticking to his bangs. guilt creeps up on you for pushing him through this with you and you imagine you probably look in worse shape than he does.

“alright.. lunch?” you breath out and he gives you a lopsided smile.

“sounds perfect” he tosses your water bottle to you as you make your way off the field. your feet don’t feel as heavy anymore as you two walk away.

-

“there’s no way he actually did that!” you cover your mouth to stifle your laughter.

the two of you are seated inside a nearby cafe across campus. the sun shines through the window you’re seated by but the a/c is doing wonders after your miserable training session. you take slow sips at your iced latte as jisung tells his story.

“no- because i heard it was so bad. the whole class went silent after,” jisung recounts what chenle shared to him about your friend mark. apparently, the alumni was invited back to help first years with their soul resonance unit and ended up embarrassing himself with some speech he wrote the night before. safe to say, he probably isn’t going to show his face ever again after his weapon had to drag him out of the classroom out of pure humiliation. 

you continue laughing, missing the way jisung relishes in your joy. he tries to cover his smile by taking a bite of the pastry he bought while averting his eyes but jisung has never been known to be discreet.

“our training today might’ve been rough, but at least we aren’t first years running off of mark’s advice” your giggle even though referencing the prior event provides a momentary reality check.

jisung notices the shift and dares to ask about it. afterall, you haven’t directly discussed what's causing this disruption. 

he’s been avoiding it, patiently waiting for you to confide in him. but as hours go on, he’s unsure it will ever be brought up.

“do you.. want to talk about it?” hesitance is laced in his tone. you keep the smile on your face when you reply.

“i- well,” you don’t feel ready to confront him with what’s been haunting you. you could never outright say ‘hey! i think our wavelengths don’t match because i’m stuck with this deep, festering crush on you and you don’t at all!’ 

so you lie

“i really don’t know whats going on.. maybe its just extra stress? before we went into that fight i was distracted over the fact lord death was watching..”

you curse your weak attempt at an excuse the second it comes out of your mouth, praying that jisung doesn’t point out that you were jumping into the fight headfirst out of excitement. and if he notices, he doesn’t say anything. he only nods sympathetically and doesn’t prod further.

“if you think its stress related.. how about we step off the battlefield for the week. even being on the training ground for a few hours was too much for us,” he references your disdain for the location, “lets take this break to focus on, well.. you know, each other. and return by the end of the week to see if anything worked.”

as he says that outloud, he’s painfully aware of how bad it sounds. he makes eye contact with an older woman who shoots him a look of pity. yeah, it really did look like you two were airing out your relationship issues to the whole cafe. his ears turn pink.

you, however, only nod thoughtfully, too caught up in your thoughts to catch the expressions of any eavesdroppers. you want to agree with jisung’s proposition but you’re backed up into a corner. if anything, spending more time with jisung would only do you worse. 

all you want to do is camp out in your room for the next week and do your best to forget that your dumb crush is ruining your career. yet on the other hand, if you told jisung all of this, that would definitely make things a lot worse.

is it too late to start searching for a new partner? one that doesn’t through off the entire balance of your soul just from one waist grab.

no. you could never do that. you need to make sure that your souls can resonate by the end of the week, starting with his suggestion.

“alright, lets try it.” your usual self-assured tone makes an appearance with that statement and it soothes jisung to hear.

-

the week passes rather quickly. the two of you followed out with jisung’s proposal, spending every day together doing various things, desperately trying to get yourself back on the same page: picnics, more cafe visits, a trip out of the city, you name it. yet each planned event seems to feel more and more like dates. sure, you two already have spent everyday together for the past few years, but the intentionality of picking places to spend time with one another had your heart thinking for itself.

you really tried to ignore what it looked like, but on friday night when the two of you decided to try a new spot and eat dinner at chenle’s favorite restaurant, you really couldn’t take it anymore. 

dressed in nicer attire, you stole glances at jisung while he busied himself with browsing the menu. your heart beats faster when he tugs at the collar of his white dress shirt subconsciously.

well.. maybe you’re gonna need an indefinite hiatus if he keeps this up.

you instinctively reach for your glass of water and drink a little too much to push down those thoughts. 

“you alright?” he voices his concerns, hoping that since you’re nearing the end of the week, you would be open for a real conversation.

“yeah! yeah- don’t worry about me.” you try to say as naturally as possible. he nods just like how he has been doing for the entire week. there's a dull ache in his chest knowing that you still don’t feel comfortable enough to open up to him.

its odd, he thinks. he’s so used to being the anxious thinker always relying on your drive and spirit to encourage himself. it upsets him to see you so thrown off. he’ll admit, he’s not doing much better. it keeps him up at night worrying whats got you so worked up and why you don’t trust him to completely share your burdens. 

jisung has the remaining energy to muster up the self control to stop thinking about this. he has to be the strong one for you, just like how you’ve been for him in the years that you’ve known him. seeing you stuck like this hasn’t happened before. he chooses his actions thoughtfully. 

“jaemin was telling me how chenle finally got busted for showing up late to his literacy arts class.” he tries to take your mind off of the current situation by thinking of the first thing he could think of.

“the one he always shows up half an hour late to? its about time,” you snort. chenle, due to the identity of his father, has the habit of running on his own schedule. he’s been lucky so far that every professor he’s had has been too scared to report him to his own father, but its about time someone said something about his habit.

“seriously! we’re already halfway through the semester, it took long enough.” he sighs, thinking about his friend’s reckless behavior. the story takes your mind off of things which jisung is just grateful to see a smiling expression on you.

the two of you chat for the rest of the dinner and you start to feel a little more at ease.

-

its the next morning when the both of you are back on the empty training grounds. its officially been one week since you were last here. you feel the pit of anxiety in your stomach but you try to drown it out with affirmations of confidence. you’re hoping the act at least convinces yourself that you can do this.

you notice the faint dark circles underneath jisung’s eyes but he tries to tell you its just because you had to wake up early for this.

“i’m ready. i trust you, yn. lets do this.” jisung tells you sincerely and you think that might’ve been the first time you felt hope about actually succeeding this week.

you take both of his hands in his and give them a squeeze, “we got this.” 

you continue repeating that phrase under your breath as he shifts into the familiar weapon. the hands you were once holding are now a cold bar of metal, signaling you to begin.

you twirl your scythe around your body, trying to mimic the motions you know so well, the ones you’ve gone through a hundred times. you can do it again. 

as you approach the wooden dummy, you actually feel the hope building up. as you swing the scythe in a circular motion, you feel the essence of jisung’s soul nearby. you close your eyes and approach the target.

“soul resonance!” you strike. 

a light emits from the training dummy, its fainter than what its supposed to look like and you didn’t land a clean blow.

and even though it was a partial success, you can’t help but feel that rush of disappointment return. 

jisung is quick to return back to form and you turn your back to face away from him and the in-tact training dummy serving as a reminder for your failure. 

you’re so frustrated. though you’ve made slight progress, it really does feel like your back at square one.

you start walking away. you don’t even know where you’re going but you feel everything in your body driving you off this stupid field. 

“yn.” jisung’s voice calls out to you, presumably to get you to try again. you couldn’t even get yourself to want to go through another attempt. its only going to make you more upset when it doesn’t work out.

“what is it?” you snap back, sounding more sharp than you intended. the second you say it you immediately regret it. jisung doesn’t deserve to face the brunt of your frustrations.

“..do you not trust me?” his voice comes out weaker this time, self-doubt clear in his words. he looks exhausted. you turn around to face your partner. it feels as if an eternity passes as you two stare into each other’s eyes, trying to figure out what the other is thinking.

“in what world would i ever not trust you?” you ask, pained and baffled as to why he even has that thought in his mind.

“then tell me whats wrong,” he pleads, “you don’t think i notice? this whole week you’ve been dancing around telling me the actual issue. i know somethings bothering you, yn. i know you. i only wish you would share it with me. we’re supposed to be.. equals.” the last word he spoke faltered. he said it as if he didn’t quite believe it

“jisung-” your eyes widen at his confession. there was never a day where you would consider yourself anything other than his equal, his partner. guilt weighs in your heart that you hadn’t noticed his desire to hear what’s been causing your turmoil, “its nothing like that, trust me.” you try to defend yourself, desperately trying to grasp at a viable explanation.

“then tell me, yn. tell me what it is.” he takes a few steps closer to you and you feel your hands go numb.

“i like you.” you blurt out. you see his frustrated expression morph into one of surprise. his eyes flicker between yours for further explanation. he stays silent while you continue, “i’m sorry. i tried to ignore it, i really did. our wavelength imbalance- i know its my fault. the whole thing is so dumb but i like you so much that its throwing off our entire balance.”

jisung hesitantly reaches out to you to say something but you beat him to it and dart off the field. you run, just like you’ve been running away from the issue this entire week.

you’re aware you don’t have anywhere to go. you live with him after all, but it doesn’t stop the overwhelming desire to lock yourself up for an indefinite amount of time. you’ve never felt this pathetic before.

-

you sit in your room with the door locked and lights off. after this exhausting week, you just need to think. with no point of reference of what time it currently is, your solitude feels like an eternity.

you recall hearing the front door open and close a while ago. you even heard jisung’s light footsteps in front of your own door and delicate knock, “i’m home.. by the way.” his voice is muffled. you can’t seem to place how he’s feeling through his words. you remain dead silent in response, trying to pass it off as being asleep. he lingers at the door a few seconds longer before retreating back to his room.

it was slightly after that instance when you actually fell asleep, deciding that you could probably use the extra rest after what had just occurred. 

one hour turns into four when you wake up around noon, not expecting to have crashed out for that long. catching up on the much needed sleep, you don’t feel as convoluted as before. you still weren’t ready to step outside the haven that your room provided, still feeling sick over the reality of having to stand face to face with jisung. you’ll never be able to perform soul resonance with him because, fundamentally, your entire relationship is ruined. where are you going to find another weapon? let alone one that worked so perfectly with you. god. it was perfect. you grip your pillow in frustration and flip it, covering your head. you almost want to scream into it, but you're hyper aware of jisung’s presence in this dorm.

you can even hear him shuffle around in the kitchen, telling you that it is indeed lunch time. the thought of running into jisung to grab something in the pantry kills your appetite a little. flopping over, you stare at the ceiling and recount all the memories that led up to this point.

-

the amount of time passed is unknown to you. if you were to guess, you would say it's already dinner time but maybe that’s the hunger talking from your missed lunch. 

you’ve rotted the whole day away in your bed and you’re ready to spend the next year there if you have to.

those thoughts of recluse are interrupted by what you assume to be jisung coming home again. you thought you heard him leave a bit ago, but you were set on distracting yourself from analyzing his every footstep around the house. however, your stomach growls and an instance of regret kicks in when you realize you should’ve snuck out to the kitchen when he wasn’t occupying the same living space as you. you groan at the missed opportunity. 

a few raps at your door echo into the room. you curse yourself for making any noise because there’s no way you could play asleep again. you’re about to open your mouth to ask him to go away but jisung is faster in speaking up.

“i’m not leaving this time. i’m coming in.” he warns you somewhat sternly before opening up the door separating him and your personal refuge. the crinkle of plastic bags follows him in the room. he's carrying take out. once the scent of fast food hits the air, your stomach betrays you and the initial growl from a few minutes grows louder. he deposits the bags at your desk before moving closer to where you’re seated at the edge of your bed. he kneels on the floor and places a hand on your knee.

“we need to talk. i wanted you to be ready on your own time but, i’m sorry, i have to speed up this process.” he chuckles at that last part. you both know you were stubborn enough to avoid him for the rest of your lives if you had to. he rises from his position on the floor to sit on the edge of your bed.

his hand moves from your leg to your hand and he pulls it toward him. his eyes urge you to remain in contact with him.

“how have you not noticed this whole time?” he asks you softly, glancing at your interlocked hands. your heart beats out of your chest when he continues, “the day that test paired us up, i saw it in your eyes that you wanted a different partner,” he fondly laughs at the memory and squeezes your hand, “but when you laid out your dreams to me, something told me that i needed to make myself capable of helping you achieve your every wish.”

he moves your hand to his chest, placing it atop his heart. “i am the weapon i am today only because of you. because i’ve always admired your drive and dedication to do what you love. you’ve pushed me to be the best version of myself and grow more comfortable in my identity as a scythe. i’ve always loved that about you,” his grip on your hand loosens and you take the liberty to trace it upward to his cheek, resting it there as you stare into his eyes, “i’ve always loved you.”

and though you’ve managed to get through the majority of the day without shedding any tears, you feel your cheeks getting wet before you even realize. jisung is quick to delicately wipe them away, his large hands softly rubbing your face. you melt into his touch and he leaves his hands cupping your cheeks. you don’t know how long you two spend in that position before your faces eventually end up inches away from each other.

“can i?” he looks at you with shining eyes that cause your heart to soften the second he asks.

“of course” you breathe out, eyes fluttering closed. he waits a second after receiving confirmation before dipping in to kiss you. his hold on you is gentle, every touch channels the greatest amount of care. you lean closer to him, resting your hand against his thigh as you continue the kiss further. as you two share this moment, you feel as if your soul is fusing with his.

jisung moves one of his hands to your waist as you briefly break apart to catch your breath.

“i’m sorry about this. i really hope you know why i wasn’t telling you the truth this whole week-” you feel the need to apologize but he cuts you off with a kiss.

“i know, i trust you” he embraces you, smiling in your neck.

“and i’ll always trust you,” you both lean back into the bed and lay there for who knows how long. the takeout on your desk sits forgotten, but neither of you care about that at all- not when your souls are unified, having found their home in each other.

-

-

-

“soul resonance!” you slash into the training dummy. you returned to the field the next day with jisung, never having felt more confident. within your first attempt of the day, you are knocked back by a blinding white light- one brighter than ever before. it takes ten seconds for the light to fade and you and jisung are met with the sight of your demolished training victim as well as a massive gash in the field behind it.

“holy shit.” jisung morphs back, staring in awe at the damage you caused to the training grounds. he looks at the huge dirt cavern you sliced out of the grass and back to you, “holy shit!”

you turn to him excitedly and jump into his arms, spinning around as you two celebrate the long week of trying to repairing your broken connection. he finally sets you down, still keeping you in his embrace. his head lifts up to look at you.

“do you think we’re gonna get in trouble for,, this?” he references the mess and you step back to further examine just what you caused.

“who cares. we’ll never be back here.”

-

bonus scene: 

“today we have an alumni here to speak to the class about advanced soul resonance. mr. mark lee, please give these students a word of advice.” the professor steps down and a young man walks to the front of the lecture hall. 

“alright guys, uh, listen up,” the fairly awkward boy clears his throat in front of all the students, “no matter what they say, no matter what they do. we gon’ resonate. resonate!” 

the class goes silent.

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

HI! Would you mind doing the main meisters (or just dtk) reacting to their reader being a reincarnated soul?

Background: the reader was apart of Lord Death's special team and he died fightingAsura, but when he was alive he was called the "Calamity" or something bc he was suuuper freaking strong. Like, Death city has a festival and statue for him.

So like, the reader has been talking to lord death about all the future plans n shit, and no one knew that he was a strong meister who is literally the reincarnation of Death city's biggest hero. idk i feel like dtk would be a lil betrayed or smth.

(Or something like that. I sorry if that was alot. You dont have to do this if you dont want)

I ended up just taking the idea of a reincarnated Reader who was really powerful in a past life.

Anyways hope you enjoy!

Dtk X reincarnated soul Reader

★ It's very rare for a soul to be reincarnated into a new person. It only happens when the person the soul once belonged to was powerful enough to keep they're soul together in the next life. Typically someone with god-like power. That's what happened with you.

★ You didn't know about your previous life, but people who could see your soul could. This led you to be hunted down by kishin souls who wanted to take your powerful soul. This is why you decided to train as a mister.

★ When you got accepted to the academy your acceptance letter was hand written by Lord death himself!

★ When you first came to the academy you where immediately sent to deaths office, where he introduces himself and his son, Kid. Once you've properly met Dtk offered to give you a tour guide of the academy.

★ You get treated like a teen prodigy. With all the extra help/attention from the teachers you easily catch up with your classmates. Including Dtk.

★ As for Kids opinion of you, he thinks you're a bit naive. Although you show a lot of potential you don't really have enough experience or opportunities to put it to use...

★ Yea, you know where this is going. Even thought you have never killed a kishin on your own before, he tracks one down for you. Nothing to hard, it needs to be fairly easy. He's just trying to push you to work harder.

★ I feel like the two of you could grow to be really close friends. And maybe lovers?

[melodrangea]

I'M BEGGING YOU PLS I NEED KID WITH A READER THAT'S LIKE THE TITULAR CHARACTER FROM KOMI CAN'T COMMUNICATE-- THEY COME OFF AS LIKE A KUUDERE, COOL AND COLLECTED-- BUT SECRETLY THEY'RE A DORK AND SOCIALLY ANXIOUS AND JUST HAVE A LOT OF POWER AND KNOW HOW TO USE IT!! Maybe they wear a cloak and mostly blacks and reds😈😈😈 And maybe instead of using a weapon, they have some unexplainable power source similar to witches that just makes them even /more/ mysterious and cool. Until they start talking to you about how the last of both the carolina parakeets and passenger pigeons died in the exact same cage 4 years apart💀 Maybe the reason they're so quiet is /because/ they're so awkward and weird🥺 They probably silently stare at him all wide eyed and freak him out until he realises that means they just think he's pretty and like looking at him🙏🙏🙏 Anyways sorry for rambling🥺🥺🥺

i have a bunch of asks i’ve still yet to answer (sorry my loves) but this sounded too intriguing and funny not to write right away

what i’m hearing is witch!reader that’s calm on the outside and quirky on the inside

and something about birds :)

so imma just roll with that real quick

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Kid x Witch!Kuudere! Reader

-now this totally makes sense

-because let’s be honest Kid is basically the exact same way

-cool and collected on the outside, but a total symmetry dork on the inside with a love for architecture

-you first notice Kid during sparring practice at the dwma

-assuming this is post-kishin and witches are more accepted, now you’re in the elite class with Mkf and the others

-you were assigned to face him, Patty and Liz

-you were nervous facing not only three on one, but one of the dwma’s top students

-Kid on the other hand noticed you for your witchy traits

-how the cloak you huddled yourself in flowed like a shroud of feathers, how soft your hair looked and the glittering jewelry you adorned yourself with

-you looked a little out of place but so did he and Kid respected your lack of care, how aloof you seemed to be to the whole scenario

-the spar ended in a close match with Kid winning but that impressed him even more at how close you got

-Kid was used to wiping the floor with every student that crossed his path, he admired how well you held up

-he liked a challenge

-you two danced around each other for a long time, pretending to be calm and calculated until one day the two of you were hanging out, walking down the street towards a cafe you’d heard of

-when Kid spotted a very symmetrical looking pigeon…

-and the facade was all over for the two of you

-Kid immediately went into fanboy mode, praising the bird for its unique coloring and symmetrical feathers

-and you about passenger pigeons and the odd coincidences revolving around the end of the species

it was an interesting time at the cafe, managing to both surprise the other about their hidden hyper fixations

but it honestly just gave the two of you more to talk about

there was the obvious initial embarrassment about your cover being blown but Kid found your wide array of knowledge very attractive

especially since your witchy persona is bird based

and Kid’s hyper-fixation made sense as a grim reaper he had to keep order, and what’s more orderly than symmetry?

and now that the metaphorical veil had been lifted it gave you both the confidence to admit your feelings, knowing that you both finally understood each other

were you the hottest and oddest couple ever? probably.

but did either of you give a single shit? absolutely not

and now Kid can spoil you with shiny objects while you use your magic to make things symmetrical :)

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man if i had a dollar for every time i said hyperfixation

but if wishes were wings my grammar skills would fly so high they’d burn in the sun

and that’s a wrap my lovelies <3

i hope i did your request justice anon!!

-melodrangea <3

[mytheoristavenue]

Day 1 -

SE Spirit Albarn x Reader - Winter Wonderland Proposal

Summary: Now that the Kishin has been released, and tomorrow isn't promised in Death City, Spirit has an important question to ask you.

Warnings: Mentions of death, slight angst, mostly fluff, blended family, step mother!reader, step daughter!maka

You shivered violently, pulling your coat tighter around you as you cast your gaze down at the snowy rooftops below, scanning for Spirit. He'd asked you to meet him after the school day ended on this balcony- maybe you'd come to the wrong one? Or maybe you were earlier than you thought you'd been? You quickly glanced at your watch, confirming that it was, indeed half pasted four, the agreed-upon time. You rolled your eyes. It was just like him to toy with your feelings like this. To run into your classroom, mid-lesson, pull you to the side and whisper in your ear that you just had to meet with him. To promise that he had something important to say. To leave you alone in the snow wondering what could have possibly been so urgent.

"I got hung up, I'm sorry," a nervous voice called from behind you. Spinning on your heels, you found none other than the death sythe himself, palms on his knees, hunched over and panting. "I didn't mean to keep you waiting." A bead of sweat slipped down his temple as you smiled at him.

"I was beginning to think you'd played me again, Spirit." You said slyly, leaning against the balcony railing. "Just like when we were kids." Your words made his stomach churn as he instantly recognized what you were referring to.

When the two of you were young, fresh-faced students of the DWMA, there had been a moment like this. It had been no secret that you'd had a crush on Spirit- everyone knew, including him. He'd asked you to meet him at this very balcony back then, after weeks of late-night studying, interlocked pinkies, and barely-there kisses. Though he never could bring himself to show up, his heart was too heavy, and it was in Kami's soft hands already.

"Right..." he said, halfheartedly. "Sorry about that, by the way..."

"Water under the bridge." you smiled, relieving him a bit. "But, now that you're here, what was so important you had to interrupt my class?"

"W-Well..." he stammered, stepping forward to lean on the railing beside you. "I guess I had an epiphany."

"Wow," you giggled behind your hand. "That's a big word for you, Spirit. What was this epiphany you had?"

Death Sythe blushed a bit at your chiding, clearing his throat into his fist before continuing. "I've come to realize that the world is ending."

You couldn't stifle your laughter, snorting at his ultra-serious, puffy-cheeked face. "Is that all?" you jeered playfully. "I always knew you tended to catastrophize, but I didn't know it was so bad!"

"(Y-Y/N), please..." he shriveled before you, embarrassed under your joy. "Let me finish..."

You began to come off your laughing fit, wiping a tear from your eye. "Go ahead, Spirit, out with it."

After taking in and expelling a deep breath, he humbly began to speak again. "It really does feel like the world is ending. The Kishin is out on the loose, everyone is in danger, I'm divorced, and my own daughter hates me."

Your smile instantly faltered and you laid a hand on your friend's shoulder. "Don't worry about the Kishin, we'll find him and get rid of him for good this time, I know we will. And Maka doesn't hate you, she loves you, she just-" You paused for a moment, finding yourself speeding into a topic you didn't want to get into. "She wants a reason to admire you, despite your flaws. Stand up, dust yourself off, and fight, Spirit. Give Maka a reason to be proud of you."

"If Maka admires anyone, it's you," he suddenly smiled sadly. "She wants to be strong like you."

"Well, that's very sweet," you replied weakly, choking back the tears of a warmed heart. "But that little girl has more strength in her pinky finger than I have in my entire body. She's your daughter after all."

"She could be your daughter too," Spirit confessed, a bit too quickly.

"W-What?" you stuttered, stepping back a bit in surprise. "What do you mean by that...?"

"I think you know..." he replied, straightening his back and stepping closer to you. Reaching out, he collected your hands in his and gazed deeply into your eyes. "With the Kishin free, none of us know what the future will look like, and every day, I'm becoming more and more aware that, even if we all somehow make it out of this unscathed, nothing will ever be the same."

"Spirit..." you muttered, at a loss for words.

"But I think that sometimes change is good." Sighing, he pulled you closer, close enough to sell the years catching in your lashes. "I promised Maka I wouldn't jump into another marriage but, that girl needs a mother, one that's present in more than just postcards. She needs a woman to confide in, to admire. She needs you." he paused, taking another sharp breath after his initial schpeel. "I need you. I know I've never been good to you, and we're not even in a relationship but..."

"But...?" you repeated breathlessly, watching him let you go, taking a step back and folding onto his knee, pulling something from his pocket.

"After we kill the Kishin, after the world ends and starts over again, will you marry me?" Sapphire eyes bore into you expectantly as he offered you a humble gold band with a single precious stone in the center.

Slowly, you too sank to your knees, falling into his chest without answering. "Do you promise to be true?" you sobbed into his dress shirt. "We'll be together?"

"I swear it, (Y/N)." he replied, wrapping you up in his arms, softly petting your hair. "I swear on my life."

"And Maka...?" you sniffled, glancing up at him.

"I already asked her," he grinned, plashing you that smile that always gave you butterflies as a girl. "She wants to be your maid of honor."

"Then yes!" you cried, nuzzling into him for a moment before pulling back to allow him to slip the ring over your finger. "I would love to marry you, Spirit."

For what felt like the first official time, your lips crashed to his in an emotional, loving, excited kiss as he held you until you felt the need to pull away again. "I love you..." you whispered. "And I can't wait until this is all over."

"I love you too, (Y/N)," he smirked, standing up and pulling you along with him. "Or should I call you Mrs. Albarn?"

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@usopps-devotee

[silentexplorer18]

Of Ninja Meisters and Unskilled Weapons

Kakashi Hatake x Reader

Fandom fusion of Naruto and Soul Eater

Graduation is supposed to be the best-ever first day of the rest of your life. But when you're paired with Ninja-Meister Kakashi, an academy graduate notorious for not wanting a weapon, the first day of the rest of your life is anything but exciting. As you and Kakashi slowly begin to understand one another, you both learn that communication is the only way to overcome kishins and your reservations.

There was a question eating away at him. One he’d been wanting to ask since that evening of shared tea. Ever since that strangely intimate night. “What’s my soul like?” Kakashi’s expression remained carefully neutral, even if he was secretly curious. You hummed, and silent contemplation stretched between you for one long, slow moment before you murmured, “Guarded.” You sighed, nose tucking into the space between his shoulder and neck, and Kakashi had the good sense to feel slightly embarrassed by your response. “Very, very guarded.”

Teen And Up Audiences | No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Reader, Hatake Kakashi, Franken Stein, Spirit Albarn | Death Scythe, Umino Iruka, Marie Mjolnir, Yuuhi Kurenai, Shinigami-sama | Lord Death, Nakatsukasa Masamune

Tags: Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Ambivalent companions to friends to lovers, Kishins, battle, blood and injury, major character injury, chakra, fluff and angst, happy ending, slow burn, cuddling and snuggling, injury recovery, Stein is the bestest friend ever, mild language

Chapter One is on AO3!

[ryescapades]

— jealousy, jealousy characters: mudano naito (tougen anki) x gn!reader cw: none, just a whole lotta suggestive a/n: ok i know this is gonna flop (bcs of the small fandom) but YALL CAN IMAGINE THIS AS YOUR FAVE TOO srs srs !! but aside from that, this is actually for my fellow mudano girlies @strawchocoberry & @o-sachi <3 <1k wc

"it's late,"

your arms slacken slightly, your mind broken out of your focus when the smooth, low drawl of a voice enters your ears.

you lower the gun, turning back to see the silhouette of a man stepping pass the threshold of the training room. your eyes then connected with a pair of onyx hues, the speckled darkness pulling you even deeper into the abysmal depth of his lethal beauty.

mudano stops at the shelves just beside the door, leaning back against it and shoving his hands into his pants pockets. the black dress shirt he has been wearing since morning is rumpled and unbuttoned at the top, teasing you with a shy glimpse of that defined, fully tatted up chest you've always found yourself brazenly admiring time and time again.

"i know. just a few more rounds and i'll finish up things here," you send him a smile before going back to finish your shooting practice.

the room is quiet for a few minutes, save for the sound of your bullets ricocheting against the wall. a few moments passes, and then he breaks the silence.

"you've been spending quite lot of time with that brat lately."

you pause mid-shooting to toss him a confused glance. "you mean shiki?" his natural impassive face doubled with that deadpan look he's sporting causes you to roll your eyes slightly. "who else could i be talking about?" he says matter-of-factly.

you shrug, "just so happens that i also use firearms like him to fight. can't hurt to teach a few things. plus, he's a kid who still has a lot to learn."

the raven-haired does one slow, almost cat-like blink. "he's seventeen. what he needs is to start trusting himself more. he won't get stronger if all he does is getting spoon-fed by others," he flatly points out, causing you to squint your eyes at him. "so you're saying i'm coddling him?"

it's barely noticeable, but you can see the hint of a smirk on his stupidly handsome face even with the distance between you, courtesy of the small twitch at the stripes adorned on his right cheek. "i didn't say that." he states, sounding bored by nigh.

you're seconds away from refuting when a thought suddenly comes to your mind, though you make no move to verbalize the notion. with a knowing glint in your eyes, the corner of your lips curl upwards, a sight which does not go unnoticed by him. his eyes then narrow suspiciously at you, but you're way too elated with yourself to pay him any mind as you return to what you were doing.

unfortunately for you though, it doesn't take long before a presence takes up the space behind you, crowding your body and making you stumble slightly on your footings. you gasp in surprise, your arms finally dropping to perch on the counter in front of you.

"you look like you've got something in that pretty little mind of yours. care to share what it is, y/n?" his warm breath caresses the shell of your ear, the hair on your nape rising up as the heat emanating from him seeps through the back of your clothes.

you bite down on your lip, dazedly watching as his hands slip from behind you to reach over and pull the gun's safety back on, caging you in between his arms while doing so.

"no... just the fact that you sound awfully jealous about me spending time with that kishin boy," you murmur, surrendering to the temptation of wanting to be as close as possible to him.

"me? jealous? unlikely," mudano hums against the side of your head. you let out a breathless laugh at that. "highly likely, you mean. it's pretty obvious, danocchi—"

your boyfriend audibly clicks his tongue in annoyance. "told you to stop calling me that, sweetheart. you've been hanging around that pesky doctor a lot too, it seems." he gruffly says, lips brushing on your hair as his clean, musky scent envelops your senses.

maybe you're out of your mind, or maybe you're a masochist, even. or maybe you're just foolishly down bad for this man, because you can't help the fluttering of your lashes at the patronizing, almost degrading way the petname rolls off his tongue as desire pools deep inside your gut.

god, just about everything can make this man even sexier than he already is, apparently.

utterly helpless against his advances, a shudder runs through your body when mudano lightly trails the tip of his finger down the arched, sensitive back of your spine. "n-naito," you shakily whisper as you swivel your head to face him, doe eyes trying to coax him into giving you what you want.

he leans in close - so close that his lips timidly graze against yours, breaths mingling to become one and the same. you can clearly see the way his pupils dilate, irises impossibly darkening with a certain hunger that leaves you weak in the knees as he takes in the sight of you like this; so pliable and putty in his grasp.

but once again, much to your chagrin, mudano pulls away before you even have the chance to close the distance, the feeling similar to having a bucket of ice cold water splashing down from the top of your head.

"i'll be expecting a good performance from shiki the next time i see him. if not, you will be the one i put in training instead," he turns before heading towards the exit with not even a glance back, leaving you very much high and dry, alone in the training room with only the ghost of his touch as company.

he's so hot i need him to like [REDACTED] [REDACTED] and then like [REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED] to me yk

sachi this is my first step to building our touanki empire btw >:)

©🅁🅈🄴🅂🄲🄰🄿🄰🄳🄴🅂. do not steal, translate or repost my work anywhere else !

[ath16blf]

Off topic Little soul (x Reader) (1/X)

I just wanted to do it, waiting for requests Danganronpa or JSHK/TBHK. I will maybe continue that.

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Death City, this beautiful city where master Shinigami founded Shibusen a school where meisters and weapons learn things so that the Kishin will never again be reborn with two classes. One of the name of EAT for Especially Advantaged Talent for those who become agents of Shibusen and NOT for Normally Overcome Target to have the theoretical teaching. Oh ? Do you wonder what class you are in? Hey well, this is going to sound cliche to you but you are in the EAT class, Maka class, Soul class etc… Which is much easier for me since the spin off was a disaster with some good ideas.

But let's get back to the most important thing, right? You, the main protagonist (your first name), a meister with a smaller than average soul. You are a partner with Seira whose last name you do not know, it is a sword that can change its size at will. She is a very understanding weapon, loves jokes, sociable and kind, she has brown hair and green eyes as for you you have hair (hair color) and eyes (eye color), you are very talented in drawing, peaceful at heart where you never provoke duels. You have captured 5 Souls that have become Kishin Eggs so far.

You walk towards the class where your classmates are waiting but something jostles you and you can tell right away that it is a wheelchair. “Oops miscalculation” given his voice it is Professor Franken Stein that you have never been able to appreciate given his sadism and his ability to see and feel the lengths of souls. You don't answer and you continue on your way before realizing that you have class with him so you sit annoyed next to your partner.

[strawberrieas]

Hi I love your writing style and agree we are starved of Asura content so any Asura x y/n headcannons!!

DATING HEADCANONS // KISHIN ASURA

# GENRE. general

# RUNDOWN. my thoughts on what dating Asura would be like that no one (except for this lovely anon) asked for <3

# WARNINGS. not proof read, scratching at skin, mentions of killing but it’s the physical embodiment of fear and madness what did you expect <3

# NOTE. i was praying for someone to request something Asura related, love you for this anon❤️now everyone keep in mind that dating hot psychotic death gods is looked down upon and you should never do it because i’ll be insanely jealous

✁ First of all, what fucked up trauma did you have to go through to make you willing to date the fucking Kishin in the first place

✁ You either dig the whole “i can change him” stereotype, are into mentally deranged men, have a bondage kink, or just like him because he’s super hot

✁ Not that I’m judging since I fall into most of those categories

✁ You’re delusional if you think any relationship with this man wouldn’t be toxic and unhealthy, but im delusional too so let’s get into it

✁ It’s unlikely that you’d last a week just being around him before you lose your mind, and that’s assuming that you have the mental strength to withstand the amount of madness being inflicted on you by just standing next to him for longer than a minute, but for the sake of romance you’re different and it’s not a problem

✁ It’s a miracle that he didn’t end up killing you out of fear alone

✁ Props to you for managing to put up with him

✁ Dating Asura absolutely is not a walk in the park so please be prepared you will be put through hell

✁ Assuming you’re anything other than human since I doubt you’d last long enough for him to take interest in him with a short mortal life, you got together well before he was locked away

✁ If you were willing to be with him despite the fact that he was killing hundreds of thousands and even swallowed his own partner, then there’s a good chance that Lord Death threw you in a sack of your own skin too for fully supporting and encouraging Asura

✁ As he should you crazy bitch

✁ If he for some reason showed you mercy or you managed to get away and didn’t get locked up, then you’re the first person he thinks of going to the moment he’s freed

✁ Onto the actual relationship, you’d be entirely grateful that Asura wasn’t afraid of you enough to deem you as a threat and someone he needed to get rid of, meaning you were safe from him and had no reason to worry that he’d ever think to harm you

✁ Try not to think too much about the fact that his scarves are made from his own skin, because he definitely uses them a lot on you

✁ You’re sitting to far from him? He’s lifting you up using the scarves and setting you down beside him just because he likes it when you’re close

✁ You’re wandering too far off when it’s dangerous every once in a while? There’s a bandage wrapping around your wrist and dragging you back too him anytime you get too far for his liking

✁ There’s literally no escaping him. If the two of you are sleeping together and you try to get up for whatever reason, don’t be surprised if you feel yourself getting tied up and practically yanked back into bed with a pair of arms wrapping around you

✁ If you try to get him to let you go he’ll try to play it off and act like he’s asleep but you both know he’s wide awake and can hear every complaint from you demanding he let you go so that you can go to the bathroom

✁ Likes being held by you and resting his head on your chest, we all saw the way he was laid up with Arachne🤨

✁ You’re his personal pillow and frankly the only one he likes to use, get used to it

✁ The only time it’s reversed and he’s holding you is when he’s feeling possessive

✁ His mood shifts a lot and it’s extremely hard to keep up with his scrambled mind so trying to understand him is a task in and of itself

✁ Whenever he’s having moments where he’s spiraling into madness, scratching at his head and destroying anything that isn’t you within a 20 mile radius, completely in his own world, try to help bring him back down and regain his senses

✁ You’re probably the only person in the world that can pull him out of his own fear driven self inflicted attacks, which is most likely because you’re the only one who has the guts to approach him when he’s in that state and clearly not in his right mind

✁ A lot of normal relationship things are out of the question for the two of you for obvious reasons, so you make due with what you have

✁ Likes receiving affection from you more than he’d like to admit, but returns it in very strange ways, if at all

✁ Asura thinks things like wrapping you up and keeping you by his side at all times is a sweet gesture, after all you’re spending time together aren’t you??? Get used to you not having to walk because he’ll be carrying you (and by carrying you I mean wrapping you in a bandage and bringing you alone like a stray balloon) 24/7. It’s the thought that counts I guess.

✁ He bites. Not in a sexual way, not most of the time, anyway he just sinks his teeth into your flesh any time he’s near any exposed skin and doesn’t pull away until there’s a clean bite mark left behind. You’ve asked him many times why he does it and to fucking stop because it hurts like hell his jaw game is no joke but never get a direct answer from him.

✁ Whether that’s because he refuses to tell you or because he doesn’t actually have a reason for it, you’ll never know

✁ Isn’t against laying his head in your lap, whether it’s to have you play with his hair or for you to calm him down when he’s losing it, thrashing around and clawing at his own skin

✁ Asura is also a cynical bastard that will poke fun at you whenever he gets the chance, so get used to him teasing a lot

✁ In canon? Please run for the nearest exit and pray you make it in time because there’s no way you’d be able to withstand Asura

✁ I also feel compelled to add the fact that it is canon that Asura likes baggy clothing and wearing lots of it so stealing and wearing his clothes would be comfortable as hell

✁ He’ll get annoyed with you for taking his clothes since he prefers wearing as much as possible, but doesn’t complain too much since he also enjoys seeing you in his clothes that are almost always guaranteed to be way too big

✁ He doesn’t really need to sleep, but after you two get together he finds that he can’t sleep without you

✁ Asura is known for quite literally being afraid of everything, so he sees you being the one person he doesn’t fear as a good thing, now you’re somewhat of a safe zone and guardian

✁ You take care of the small things that he is afraid of, even when he’s more than capable of handling it himself. The occasional bug that would be seen crawling around, any type of wild animal you’d come across that’s too noisy for his liking, curious humans who are unlucky enough to stumble across the two of you and serve has not only a threat but a source of human souls. You name it, he’s afraid of it and you’re getting rid of it.

✁ Whatever you two have going on, it’s both dangerous and oddly secure for the both of you.

[kawaii-koneko-chan0912]

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(Inbox Closed for requests)

Fandom's That I will write for and the characters from them I will write

(I might update this in the future and will keep this post pinned)

Feel free to send requests in my inbox and yandere requests and nsfw ones are fine but if I don’t feel comfortable with the request, I will not write it such as noncon, anything with body fluids like water sports ect, and knife play. I might feature two oc's of mine and x reader or headcannon requests with them are fine unless I’m not comfortable writing them.

My OC's that I write for

Hayan Choi

Tai-Hua Zhang

Aoi Kurosawa

Mortem Eranthe Athanasios

Honkai Impact 3rd

Kevin Kaslana

Su

Welt Yang

Kalpas

Eden

Elysia

Raven

Mobius

UnOrdinary 

John Doe

Seraphina

Weak Hero

Grey Yeon

Alex Go 

Ben Park

Garard Jin

Wolf Keum

Donald Na

The Remarried Empress

Kosair

Grand Duke Kaufman

I’m the grim reaper 

Brook 

Soul Eater

Shaula Gorgon (Genderbent Shaula is welcome as well)

Asura

Here's a link to my post that explains what my OC's look like and and their backstory

[rawrdogger]

so i was reading this fanfic book on wattpad and the author basically said fuck off fujoshis and there were two fujoshis defending themselves and said in the comments they don't fetishize gay relationships and then i click on one of their profiles and there was a reading list called hehe and the first book was "bnha males x uke male reader"

i hate term “uke” and “seme” just fucking say top or bottom i don’t wanna accidentally say semen

[illubean]

Can I request soul or black star x witch reader?

Soul and BlackStar with a Witch!S/o

Characters: Soul "Eater" Evans, BlackStar Type: Headcanons, Gn!reader

Soul's is really long and BlackStar's is really short oops

Warnings: a teeny tiny bit angsty but it gets resolved

Soul Eater Evans

he met you when you first joined the DWMA and treated you like he would any normal person

well, aside from the fact he offered to show you around because he thought you were cute

he was your first friend at the school and he introduced you to the rest of the group

he really liked you but Maka was super weary around you and he had no clue why

when she tells him it's because she can't see your soul he's probably like "So little ms perfect with some crazy power isn't so perfect after all, huh?"

so yeah he ignores her and then you guys get together yaayyy

he is a great boyfriend and makes you feel more at home than you ever have before

the way he finds out is when you were hanging out in his room, Maka kicked open the door and pointed at you

"I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE Get away from them Soul, they're a witch!"

he looks at you and by the terrified expression on your face he realizes what Maka just said is true

he glares at you, mad that you kept such a huge secret from him

"What the hell, you didn't tell me you were a witch!"

if you try to touch him he pushes you off with a "Get away from me, you disgusting liar!"

he sees your heart shatter through your eyes and immediately regrets what he said but before he could say anything more you made a run for it out of the apartment

Soul is distraught, he's upset you kept something so important from him but also mad at himself for saying something that hurt your feelings

Soul is dumb but he's not that dumb, he knows if your intentions we're to harm him or the DWMA you would've done it way sooner and wouldn't have looked so heartbroken

so he runs after you and finds you...uh wherever you went

he hugs you before you can run off again and reassures you that he didn't mean it when he called you disgusting and that he still loves you even if you're a witch

BlackStar

he knows what it's like to be patronized because of the group of people you were born into :(

just because you were born a witch doesn't mean you're anything like the witches order and BlackStar knows deep in his heart you would never do anything to hurt him

so no matter how he finds out it doesn't change anything between the two of you

"Seriously? You're not mad?" "Why would I be? It's not like you're helping feed kishins or something, right?"

witch or not, BlackStar loves you and wouldn't trade you for the world

especially when you put up with his shit all the time

he defends you with his life and is not afraid to beat up anyone who talks badly about you and does not care about the consequences

[therainroguefanfiction]

❧ Be Mine (Lord Death) Pink

📑 Table of Contents

Genre: Valentine’s, Fluff ☁

Word Count: 1,221 ☁

Pairing: Reader x Lord Death ☁

World: Anime, Soul Eater ☁

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You ducked your head as you walked down the halls of the DWMA. The other students glared at you as you passed, some whispering bad things about you while others directed them straight at you. You honestly didn’t blame them – your kind did not have a good reputation at all and the Meisters were trained to hunt you down.

In the history of the DWMA, only one witch had stepped foot inside the academy.

Until now.

You were the second witch to accomplish it, but you hadn’t snuck inside like Medusa. No, you had been invited by Death himself. It all started with Medusa’s plan to awaken the Kishin.

You couldn’t stand the thought of what Medusa had planned. Not only was it insane, you worried that the students of the academy would be killed, so you snuck in under the radar and assisted Franken Stein in slaying Medusa.

When everything was said and done, you surrendered yourself to the academy along with Crona. You expected them to kill you and use your soul to power a death scythe. The thought terrified you, but you forced yourself to accept that fate.

You remembered it like it was yesterday.

Footsteps had approached your cell, making your body tense up. You knew your end was drawing near but you wouldn’t fight back. Keys jingled before the door creaked open. Your gaze lifted from the ground only to widen in shock.

Standing before you was Lord Death.

Your heart started to race. What was he going to do to you?

“Stein told me that you assisted in taking down the witch Medusa. Is this true?”

Not trusting your voice, you nodded.

“And why would you do that?” He cocked his head to the side, voice filled with curiosity.

“I… I wanted to help!” You squeaked, trying to calm your nerves. “She was… She was going too far and I… I wanted to… to stop her but I wasn’t… I wasn’t strong enough!” You squeezed your eyes shut, tears falling down your cheeks. “I didn’t choose to… to be born a witch! But I have… I have this power so I… I wanted to help!”

Death approached you, setting a gloved hand on your head. “You had the courage to stand against her knowing that she was stronger. She was defeated in the end.”

You sniffled, furiously wiping at your eyes. Why was he trying to comfort you? More importantly, why was it working? You just didn’t understand.

He hummed thoughtfully. “How would you like to work for me?”

“What?”

“Lord Death,” Sid poked his head around the door with a nervous look. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine!” Death waved the zombie off before extending his hand out to you.

Biting your lip, you shakily raised your head, hesitating for a moment before finally resting your hand his own. His hand easily encased yours as he pulled you to your feet.

“Welcome to the DWMA, Y/N.”

At that moment, your whole life changed. Although the students hated you and the teachers didn’t trust you, you were still happy. Rather than wandering through life with no home and no purpose, you now felt as if you had found the place you belong.

You belonged at Death’s side.

You entered the death room where you found Death and Spirit standing in front of the mirror watching Maka and Soul as they carried out their current mission. “How are they doing?” You questioned, taking your place on Death’s left.

Spirit cried out your name, launching himself at you only to be blocked by a magical barrier. Tears filled his eyes as his face squished against it. “You’re so cold!”

“And you never give up.” You sweatdropped. Deep down, you were thankful to him since he was the only other person that treated you normally. He didn’t treat you like a monster or an untrustworthy witch. Even so, you just weren’t interested in his advances.

“But you’re so~ beautiful!” He wiggled his butt as he pressed harder against the barrier. “Come on, just one hug – ”

Death hit him with a reaper chop, sending the red-head to the ground. “That’s enough, Spirit.”

Whimpering like a wounded dog, he returned to standing in front of the mirror. It didn’t take long for him to regain his cheerful disposition as he gushed over how strong and cute his daughter was.

“How are you adjusting?” Death inquired, giving you his undivided attention.

The insults of your peers entered your mind but you pushed them away with a smile. “I’m still getting used to the change of environment, but I’m really happy here.”

He gently patted your head. “I’m glad to hear it. If you run into any problems or if anyone messes with you, just let me know.”

You nodded, smiling brightly. “Yes sir!”

“She did it!” Spirit suddenly cried, so happy that scythe blades sprung out from the back of his arms. Since Death was standing behind him, the blade on Spirit’s left arm pierced his cloak. Within seconds, the red-head was on the ground suffering from yet another reaper chop.

“D-Don’t worry, I can fix it!” You told him, waiting for his confirmation. When he nodded, you reached your hands out, palms facing the large tear in the fabric. Concentrating the magic into your hands, you felt them start to warm as blue magic encased them before shooting out to surround the tear. The problem was, it didn’t stop like it should have – it continued until his entire robe was glowing with magic.

The magic converged before expanding quickly, casting a blinding light over the room. When the light faded, your jaw nearly dropped at the sight before you.

Lord Death’s once pristine black robe was now a soft, baby pink.

Your whole body twitched.

“What did you do?!” Spirit managed through fits of giggles. He was enjoying this way more than he should.

“I-I-I can fix t-this!” You stuttered, raising your hands again to repeat the process. Although you tried hard to concentrate, you quickly lost it. Rather than a bright light, this time he was hidden by thick smoke.

When it finally cleared, Spirit fell to the ground clutching his sides.

You fell to your knees in disbelief.

Death’s robe was still pink, but the cloth was now spotted with a heart-shaped pattern in a deeper shade of pink.

Your palms hit the ground as you hung your head, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. “I… I’m so… so-sorry!”

Yes, you were, in fact, a witch and even though you had a considerable amount of magic power, you couldn’t really control it. Under normal circumstances, it was hard for you to control. Under stressing circumstances, it was impossible to control.

Death kneeled down in front of you, ruffling your hair. “There there, it’s alright.”

“Bu-ut your robe…” You sniffled.

“Tomorrow is Valentine’s day so it’s quite fitting. I’ll be the life of the party!”

“Really?”

He nodded, gently wiping away your tears.

You don’t know what overcame you, but you launched yourself at him, arms wrapping tight around his waist. He patted your back.

“Wait for a second,” Spirit suddenly stood up. “Lord Death, do you lov – ”

The scythe was promptly shot down with a reaper chop to the face.

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[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

Hey! Can you do dtk and crona with a mister reader who is usually very chill and calm, but becomes absolutely unhinged when fighting? Like they usually win quickly and it’s precise and stuff, but still act feral? Thank you!

The reader is now a pigeon with a knife in it's beak and you can't tell me otherwise.

Dtk and Corona X unhinged reader

Death the kid

★ Dtk has seen alot of different fighting styles, but this, this is a bit to much. Doesn't do anything but stare at you while you make quick work of the kishin your fighting.

★ After everything is said and done he asks if you could take it down a notch? Unless it's a fighting tactic. Then your fighting style make slightly more sense, as it's surprisingly effective in battle. Liz and patty think it's a nice parallel to Kid's more calm and mature fighting style.

★ The next time he sees you fight he gives you a few pointer after. Like how you could have slashed across the enimies eyes instead of aiming for the mouth. But in your defence they did call you a "feral-ass mister".

Crona

★ They're a bit off put by this change in development. On one hand there glad that they don't need to worry about you fighting and getting hurt, but on the other it's a bit scary seeing you like this.

★ Even Ragnarok says something about it being creepy "What the hell, did they finally snap?" But when the battle is over you go back to your usual self and they are just confused.

★ Stuttering, they ask what that was and if you're okay, maybe you should write a poem with them? But you just go back to your usual self and reassure Crona that you just fight like that.

★ So after seeing a new side to you, you and Crona go back to the academy. They're still a little shaken but still try to get ahold of themselves. Latter they talk to Maka about it.