#light mention of Makima

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Good Morning, Aki! (Chainsaw Man)

Heyo! This took considerably longer then planned, but here we are! :D I love Chainsaw Man so much, and these three have my entire heart and soul! Based off of this doodle I made- here is some Lee!Aki for y’all today! :3

CW: swearing

Cloud 9 (Taglist)

@backy-san​

Aki was in hell.

Really- he had devils and everything.

He was never one to fight Miss Makima’s orders, even if he questioned her decisions regarding her “new pups”. She saw potential, and she had an incredible mind to think beyond anything Aki could decipher. So far, none of her choices have led them to poor results.

This might be the first.

“Ah! Pohohohower get ohohohohohoff mehehehehehehe!” 

The sound of a crash followed by muffled screaming set the tone for the day as Aki laid in bed, longing for the once peaceful quiet of his apartment. By his feet, Meowy purred against him- how the cat ended up in his room Aki had no idea. “At least you have the sense to stay quiet.” He mumbled before getting up, readying himself for the damage.

“Take this, foolish human! And this! And this!” Power was laughing like a witch, sitting on a flailing Denji as she ruthlessly dug her fingers into his ribs, making him squeal with laughter. “This is what happens when you dare challenge the great Power, fool!”

“I dihiihihidn’t chahahahallenge shihihihihit! You freheahhahahahaking lihihihiihiiiar!” The chainsaw man argued through his giggles, arms pressed tightly against his sides as his feet kicked helplessly behind him. When he saw Aki’s sweatpants form, he reached out helplessly. “Hahahahhaayaahahha-san hehehehhelp meheheheheheheh!”

“Ha! Beg all you want, mortal- no one’s gonna help you now!” Power pressed harder into his sides, making him scream.

“Would you two please be quiet? The sun’s not up yet and you’re already making too much noise!” Aki had good intentions of talking to them reasonably, but he was tired and they were loud, so his voice came out more an angry shout then a collected request.

 This made Power and Denji pause, staring at him with intrigued eyes. Plan succeeded?

“Oo, someone’s grumpy!” Denji laughed, easily slipping past Power’s hold, sending her tumbling on her back. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you sound so mad!”

“Pfft! That was nothing compared to how mad he got when we pranked him the other day.” Power added, standing beside the devil as she grinned up at Aki. “He was so mad that day his tree hair fell out!”

“You mean ponytail?” Denji asked, turning to her.

“I know what I said, mortal! Hair tree!” She declared again.

“It’s called a ponytail.”

“That’s not what you told me!”

“What? You’re the one calling it a Hair Tree!”

“See! You said it again!”

“Liar!”

Aki felt his shoulders slump as he watched the pair fight again, any attention he gained gone like sand through his fingers. Giving up, he turned to the kitchen for coffee, desperate for something to help him put up with their shenanigans.

“Hold up- where ya going?” Denji blocked his path then, leaning into the island counter with a cheeky grin. “You didn’t even say good morning to us!”

“Yeah! Where’s our good morning kiss!” Power was on his other side, effectively boxing him in.

“What are you even getting at? Ew- get away!” He pushed Denji away by his face when he leaned in, making kissy noises and puffing his lips out like a fish. “I just want coffee- not your gross morning breath!”

“Gross? I brushed my teeth!” Denji laughed, smiling wide to show him his pearly whites.

“Me too, me too!” Power smiled just as brightly. “I even used that spicy blue drink in there! Mortals have weird taste.”

“You drank it? Power that’s not-” Aki pinched the bridge of his nose. She was a fiend- she’d probably be fine. “Can you two- I just want some coffee. Let me be.” He tried to move past them only to be blocked again. “I swear-”

“Do it! Swear!” Denji grinned, reaching out and poking Aki’s side. “I don’t think I’ve heard you do so yet!”

“Yeah yeah, say fuck!” Power laughed, poking his other side gleefully. “Say it! Say it!”

Aki grunted, trying not to squirm as the two relentlessly poked his sides. He wouldn’t give in- not this early in the morning. “Stop it. I’m serious-” A huff of air covered his almost laugh, and he pressed his lips firmly together.

“I thought you were Aki.” Power questioned, adding more fingers.

“Haya-san? You’re ticklish?” Denji sounded gleefully surprised.

Oh dear.

“Get off! Both of you!” Aki turned to run, hoping his way back would be clear if he moved fast enough. For a split second, it did- but then Power grabbed him around the waist and Denji caught the back of his t-shirt, trapping him once more. This time Power wasted no time clawing at his sides, her fingers scratching against the thin fabric as she searched for tickle spots. Aki flexed, hoping that tightening his muscles would push away the growing tickly feeling.

No dice. He was properly screwed.

“Come on! Laugh mortal! Don’t tell me you’re immune to my powers!” Power clicked her tongue gleefully as she felt him shake beneath her hands. “Perhaps you’re too scared of my ticky abilities to laugh!”

“Tickle, Power. It’s called tickle.” Denji snorted before kicking a leg under Aki’s- bringing him to his knees. “But he is being rather resistant! Come on, let’s give him some motivation to give in!”

“Get away you two- '' Aki was shoved flat on his face by the fiend, Power’s hands relocating to his side as she carried on her tickling. Denji plopped down on his other side, fingers worming their way to his ribs. “Stop ihihit!”

“He laughed! That was a laugh!” Denji cheered, motivated.

“Not so tough now, are ya?” Power cackled, increasing the speed of her fingers. “Ticky ticky ticky ticky, hair tree!”

Aki tried- he really did. Lips pressed firmly shut, he tried to bury his face in his arms while his leg kicked up; figuring he could land a hit on one of them. This only led to Power grabbing said leg and squeezing his calf- a tickle spot he didn’t even know he had.

And Denji- oh that freaking DENJI! He could feel that shark tooth grin on him while the rookie found an awful spot by his hip, his free hand reaching out and pinning his wrist so he couldn’t swat him away. “Come on Aki! You know you wanna laugh.”

“Yohooohohohu suhuhuhuhuhuhuck!” The dam broke- soon Aki was laughing helplessly beneath the two devils, squirming this way and that as they dug their claws into all the sensitive spots along his torso and legs. “Gehehehehhet oohohohohoohohohoff!”

“Aha! There it is! Wow, Haya-san, your laugh is great!” Denji snickered, honing in towards the center of his ribs.

“He sounds silly! Laugh more for me, Mortal!” Power cackled in delight, grabbing his ankle before drilling into his socked soles. “Don’t hold back!”

“Gheheheheheht ohohohohohohff mehehehehhee! Yoohohohohohohou shihihihihiihhits!!” AKi howled in mirth, only making them laugh more.

“He did it! He said a bad word!” Denji giggled like a child, Power nodding in agreement.

“He said shit! Shit!” She cried in glee. “Let’s make him say it again!”

“Nohohoohoohoho gehehehhehet awhahahahhahhawy from mehehehehehehe!” Aki’s cackles for mercy were lost in their game, leaving him defenseless.

~~~

“Hm? Aki, are you there? Aki?” The sound of Makima’s voice was muffled through the phone receiver. Aki closed his eyes, skin still tingling from the devil’s impromptu devil attack. “I’m here. Good morning, Miss. Makima.”

“My, it sounds like you're out of breath. Were you attacked?” She sounded amused, as if she knew what his roommates did to him. He wouldn’t be surprised if she did.

“Yes, by two out of control devils.” Aki cut his eyes towards the pair sitting by, stuffing their faces with jam bread and fighting over the eggs. “They woke up and chose violence today.”

“Oh my, sounds like you had your hands full.” She was definitely laughing, he could hear it in her voice. Even if it was at his expense, the sound eased his shoulders.

“Yes, but…I guess I don’t really mind it.” He confessed, turning his back to the pair as he lowered his voice. “They’re loud, annoying, obnoxious, and terrible roommates. But…I think I’ve grown used to them. It’s…nice.”

“Hmm.” Makima hummed, the sound satisfied. “I had a feeling you’d grow attached.”

“Don’t get me wrong- if they pull anything funny, I’m killing them on the spot.” He hurried to reassure her. “I’m not that attached. But…for the time being…”

“I understand. Well, hang in there, Aki. I’m more than confident you are the best person we have for the job. Come by this afternoon for you and your team’s next assignment.” She clicked off, leaving him slightly flushed and with a racing heart.

“Understood…” He put down the phone, turning to find-

“You like us around?” Denji was inches from his face, jam across his mouth and grinning like a fool.

“I knew it! The mortal is soft for us!” Power was also close by- crumbs decorating her own face and shirt.

Aki bit down a sigh. This was his life for now on.

He was in hell. But maybe he could make it work.

Thanks for reading!

[chilled-ice-cubes]

where have all the truly rancid anime boys disappeared? where are the genocidal god complex losers, the suicide baiting chuunibyous, the golden-haired immortal twinks who just want to power trip?

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

How are you doing? I hope you are feeling well.

Is it possible for a teen power or denji like reader? And if you would like maybe the reader also has the same past as denji or power from chainsaw man. You can choose whoever you want to do. I also really enjoy your posts! Thank you! And reminder for you to not overwork yourself. Please take care of yourself and make sure to take breaks. Stay safe :)

I am doing well, thanks for asking. I am glad, that you liked my posts. Enjoy ☺️

Denji! Teen! Reader

Self-Aware! Platonic! BSD Characters x GN! Platonic! Denji! Teen! Reader

Description: There was something strange with Their Guiding Light.

Warning: OOC. Slight-Spoilers to Chainsaw Man (Denji's Past, Fate's of some Characters, Makima mentioned, No Nayuta). English is my second language.

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You put your finished homework in your bag, trying not to damage notebook pages. Your handwriting became better, your reading skills proved and, recently, your math teacher praised for all the progress you have made.

Life became... normal.

As normal as a devil hybrid's life could be. Especially, if said hybrid had to take care of a cat and seven dogs, go to school and safe people from devils at their spare time.

Your fingers brushed against a chainsaw cord.

Pochita... Aki... Power...

Would your life ever be normal again?

If someone asked you if you blamed your father, for what has happened, you would say "I dunno"

If it wasn't for his debt, you won't become Devil Hunter, worked with Yakuza, had your heart fused with Pochita... Won't meet your friends. And Makima...

This situation was complex.

Really complex.

And you didn't want to think about it.

Not now. Maybe, later.

For now, you have some reading exercises.

You stand up and took new Bungou stray dogs manga volume.

With your phone near (to look a meaning of words you don't know), you start reading it.

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🐾Their Guiding Light was really emotional and kind. And each time Guiding Light decided to say something good about them...

"Kunikida is so serious! It's cool and funny at the same time. I wonder if he could help me with math homework." Little Light was practically vibrating, rubbing against Kunikida's cheek.

"I would like to make some bombs with Kajii! Sounds cool!" Little Light was purring, curled on Kajii's head.

"Oh! Fyodor is so smart! I wanna be as smart, as him, one day!" Everyone try to hold back their laughter, looking at Little Light, who were "hugging" Fyodor's face.

🐾 But there was something, that makes them worried. They guessed, that you were a teen. And, for some reason, you have some troubles with reading. You were slow, re-reading some words, and taking your time.

🐾 They were worried, because they were afraid, that Their Guiding Light were bullied because of their reading habits. It was another reason for them to get to the real world faster. To protect you from bullies.

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You were having lunch on a school rooftop. It's not like you can't eat at the school's cafeteria.

But, if Chainsaw Devil Hunter are needed, you need an easy way to get to the battle. Without being noticed.

You were ready to take a first bite of your food, when the school building started to shake.

Another Devil (you really didn't care about what kind of devil it was), was on a run. You put your lunch box down. Time to get to business.

You didn't notice, how your phone screen became white.

You pull the chainsaw's cord and jumped.

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When you returned to the roof, you saw a group of shocked BSD Characters.

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🐾 Yosano checked fifteen minutes, checking your face and arms, making sure, that you weren't hurt. During check-ups, BSD Cast explained everything to you.

🐾 Your life became even stranger.

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🐾 You have a huge family right now. And a protective one.

🐾 When you were moving into the new house, some Devil Hunters (who knew about your Chainsaws) tried to stop them. It took one "F*** off, they are my kid now" from Fukuchi to stop them.

🐾 Chuuya became a second owner for your dogs. Fukuzawa became a second owner of your cat.

🐾 Kunikida and Poe are tutoring you. You wanted to improve your math, writing and reading skills.

🐾 Mori and Yosano will always run a medical check-ups on you, after your transformations.

🐾 Fitzgerald bought every merch with your Devil Form he can find.

🐾 You told Ango, Ranpo and Ayatsuji and Power's last request. They try to help you find a new Incarnation of Blood Devil.

🐾 Kids now attending the same school as you. After you defend them from bullies, they created a fan club of you. Not to Chainsaw Devil Hunter. No, to [Y/N] [L/N].

🐾 Life didn't become less chaotic. But, it became warmer. And more homey.

[yan-rai]

Yandere! Aged up! Denji x reader x Yandere! Makima

Synopsis: Denji is quite a handful, after all, he grew up unfortunate. He's ecstatic at the smallest things, so imagine how he acts when you do the slightest gesture. Especially when he sees competition. The same could be said with Makima, she has a calm exterior, but, she hates having to share her property. So, why not settle this with a duel?

-Warning- SPOILERS FOR PART 1. This is a yandere work, it will include dark themes (however in this, I would say it is light). I do not control who reads this, however, this should not be romanticized and should stay in fiction. I do not condone this behavior. Light editing, Suggestive, cheating(?) reader, also in a way, manipulative. Aged up! Denji. Cannibalism(?), death, mentions of religious aspects (praying by Denji and reader) being called a wife by Makima (no gender associated though since she refers to herself as the husband). Implied that reader is not fully human, could be considered a fiend, devil or a hybrid.

Side Note!: I accidentally uploaded this without knowing so it had to be put on private since I don't know how to change it back to drafts 😭. This is my first published blog, so I'm still a newbie trying to figure things out. If you see any errors, whether it be typos or giving reader a gender, don't be afraid to tell me! I'll quickly fix it. These images are NOT mine, Denji chibi is made by JackGravitty, Makima chibi is made by Yknsugar. Other images are just manga panels.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 You're aware of Makima's plan.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 After all, she considers you as family, why would she need to keep something from you?

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 When you meet Denji, you're in a way, disappointed.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Makima gushes about Chainsaw man, but when you see the barely adult, you wonder if Chainsaw man was truly great as she painted him to be.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Not wanting the plan to fail, you treated Denji kindly.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Offering food, cleaning up after him, and giving praise.

"Ohhhh Yeahhhh!" Denji shouted as you handed him a plate full of meat. "Thank you for the food!" Denji clasped his hands together as he dug in, almost choking in the process. "Denji, you'll have to be more careful, can't have you dying without completing the contract now, hm?" You tilt your head, Deji coughed. "Y-Yeah! Sorry..." He drank water. "Uhm... (Y/N), what's your type?"

"My type?" You tilted your head, "Hmmm." You put a finger on your chin. Obviously it'd be Makima, and only her. However, perhaps him taking interest in you was the plan? You knew she'd be pissed if you ruined it, you smiled. "I think I'll be the most happy with you, Denji." "W-With me!?" He stuttered, checks flushed. "Yeah. You're cute, loyal, basically like a dog" you named off, leaning towards his face, "And most of all, you're Chainsaw man."

"You'll protect me, right?"

Denji nods frantically.

"What's your type?" You smiled.

"Y-You!" He blurted out.

"I'm glad."

You lean further, connecting your lips against his.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Denji would be lying if he said he *hadn't* gotten a boner right there and then.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 I mean? What reaction would he have gotten instead!?

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 A hot person kissing him as they confirmed their feelings!?

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Denji now believes you're in a relationship with him, he's yours and you're his, simple as that.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 While Makima did treat him well, you did it with wanting nothing in return, it was as if, you liked him for him. You saw him as Denji, not Chainsaw man.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 That's all it takes for him to fall head over heels for you.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Denji would be far more clingy with you, annoying a certain boss.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Not like he cares, though.

"(Y/N)" She called out, no longer allowing you to daydream as stood near her door.

"I've heard you got into a relationship, hm?" Makima spoke, sitting at her desk as you stood. "Ah, you too?" You sighed, he was practically announcing it to the world with how he acted. "Congratulations." Makima continued her smile, however, with most of her smiles, it was fake. "It's not my fault." You furrowed your eyebrows, "You said you were going to take care of him! Why'd you toss it over to me?" "Why did you give the dog hope?" Makima responded, no longer smiling. "I didn't want to ruin your plans, so I assumed you'd want me to flirt with him so he doesn't run away." You huffed.

She stayed silent before tapping on her lap, reluctantly, you sat.

Putting her arms around you,

"I didn't know my wife cared about me so much. But, I'm sure you're aware, I don't like sharing."

Her lips trail down from your lips to your nape, she bites your collarbone.

"Stop it. We're at the office." You hitched, "Since when were you the husband?" She teased, licking the hickey she recently gave you. "You're aware that I don't like Denji, right? You don't have anything to worry about. I'd choose you over him, no matter what." You reassured, Makima hummed. "Makima, I love you. We'll get officially married, start a family," You rested on her shoulder, clasping your hands with hers, "and stay together for entirety." You whispered.

She paused. Her eyes trail up to your face, she fiddles with the buttons, hands slowly trailing to your tie. Pulling on it, she brings your face closer to hers, biting your bottom lip.

"You're mine and mine only, you belong to me."

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Normally, she doesn't care about the people around you, they're nothing but flies.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 She met you waaaaaayy before Denji even existed.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 But Denji clearly was changing you.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 She saw the way you looked at him, as if you *actually* liked him.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 She hated how a mere pet can change someone's feelings quickly.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 What did that dog have that she didn't?

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Nothing! She had everything, the will to change someone's memories, control anyone, hell she was unstoppable at this point!

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 That's right.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He *had* nothing, but now, he's surrounded by people he loves.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Perhaps it's time for the dog to be put back on a leash?

"I apologize for the loss, Denji." Makima sipped her coffee, as the dogs played around both her and Denji. "We tried everything to make sure everyone came out alive, but, the gun devil, he's quite strong. However, we managed to defeat him." She smiled.

Denji, however, seemed to still be shaken up by Aki's death, as expected. After all, Aki took care of Denji, treating him as a little brother, someone who died because of him. "Makima..." He suddenly spoke. "You said, if we defeated the gun devil...I can make any wish, right?" Denji lifted his head, putting his fingers in his mouth. "Of course," Makima smiled as she put her coffee on her lips. "Then... Can I make a wish where (Y/N) will never leave me? If everything goes wrong, then, they'll be the only one who'll stay with me?"

Makima paused, no longer smiling, her eyes glaring daggers.

Tch.

Does this fucker really think he has a chance with you?

Makima sipped her coffee, regaining her smile.

"Is that what you wish for, Denji?"

"Yes...please. I-I... I can't afford to lose them."

""Denji, it's your birthday, correct?" Her head tilted.

"Huh? Oh, y-yeah!"

"Happy 19th birthday."

"Thank you, Makima." Denji blushed.

"Say, I actually invited someone over." Makima stood up, "Really? Who!?" Denji turned his body around as Makima neared the door.

Denji's smile never fell, he wondered who it could be. Perhaps (Y/N)? It'd be nice to hear a birthday saying from them. Perhaps it'd be one of her men, ready to give him the birthday boy treatment. Perhaps it'd be Power, who would jump to him ecstatically like a wild dog. Or better yet, even if he knows it might not be true, perhaps there would be a way, to bring back Aki, so they could once again be like a happy family.

Makima gently opened the door.

"Denji..."

Ah! He was right! It's Power!

"Power!" Denji ran to get up, almost tripping.

"No way! A cake!?" He cheered, it was the first time he'd received a cake for his birthday. Truly, his life was turning around, he loved becoming Chainsaw man.

"H-"

"Bang."

"Eh...?"

Blood splattered on his face, his eyes laying upon power, whose head fell near her legs. Her torso completely gone.

Denji's eyes slowly started to face Makima, who, only had a smile as her hand still had the pointing gesture.

"Your wish, (Y/N)... To be the *only one* to stay with you, right?" Makima spoke, facing him.

His smile falters.

No.

He didn't mean it like that.

Not at all!

Why.

Why did she do this to him!?

God damn it!

Why did he wish it like that in the first place!?

No... Nobody would think it like that!

It was her fault.

For everything.

"Why..." He lets out.

Makima only smiled.

"Do you hate me or something!?" Denji shouted, clenching his fist.

"Hate is... quite a strong wrong, though, I can't deny it. But, it's just a mere punishment for believing that (Y/N) would want to stay with you in the first place. Dogs need to be punished when doing things they aren't meant to." She laughed, except it wasn't the laugh she always presents herself with. It was a hollow laugh, something like it wouldn't come out of a human in the first place. "You're wrong! (Y/N) loves me! They...they presented me with such kindness, They protect me, feed me, kiss me...hold hands...they... They trust me to save them! Save them from *things* like you!"

Denji leads his hands near his cord.

"I'll fight with everything I got to defeat a monster like you." He spat.

"Denji, did you really think (Y/N) loved you?" Makima questioned, "Don't you ever stop to think? (Y/N) only loves you for Chainsaw Man, not Denji. Just like all the other people that came and went, they fought for Chainsaw Man."

"(Y/N)'s the same, except, they work for me. They *love* me. They offered to take the role of the person you'd fall in love with. That mouth that praises you, kisses you, calls out your name, it's done the same to me. Far more, and... It actually holds its meaning."

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 No.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 NO.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 You... You weren't like them at all!

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 You loved him for him!

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Those moments that you shared, the times where you would kiss him first, laugh at his jokes...

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Had they all been lies?

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 No! He refuses to believe it! Makima clearly was lying!

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 She had to have been jealous!

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 It's okay! He'll make sure he defeats her! You two will be able to live together once and *without* meddling things.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 All of this will be for you.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 She wanted to laugh again.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 The way he thinks he'd be able to defeat her was funny.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Sure Chainsaw Man was strong, but, she'd be fighting Denji, not him.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 If Denji knew better, he'd know that he should back off this instant.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 She smiles smugly.

"You're aware you'll end up dying, right?"

"I'll never let you have (Y/N)!"

Denji pulls on the cord, turning into chainsaw man.

"Grahahaha!" He laughed manically.

"May the best one win." Makima smiled, revealing chains as past encounters revived. Including Aki, Reze, Angel Devil, and so on.

MAKIMA'S WIN.

𐃬𐃬𐃬𐃬𐃬

Her feet echoed as she stepped on the rumble due to their aftermath.

She grabs Chainsaw Man by his head, whom, was ripped in half.

"Tch."

She rips out a heart.

It was oddly shaped, since it was the Chainsaw Devil, or as Denji called it, Pochita.

"What a waste." She sighs, remembering the battle. Power showed up out of nowhere, trying to defend Denji, and of course, still died. Frankly, Makima was quite annoyed, she spent years thinking she'll eventually fight *The* Chainsaw Devil. And yet, the devil didn't even come out to fight her, and she instead won against Denji.

Taking a cigarette from one of the corpses she used, she sat down.

Smoking for the first time.

She coughed.

"It doesn't matter now." She spoke with a hoarse voice.

She held Pochita close, "We'll get rid of the unnecessary together, that way, (Y/N) and I will be able to live in a world of peace. We'll start a family together, and perhaps you can be included too? You'll be like a child to us." She smiled.

"We'll have a happy life."

She paused, her smile widening.

"Ah. They arrived." She looks back, picking up your scent.

"W-What... Happened here?" You looked at the mess.

Makima called you in out of nowhere.

"There was quite a fight."

"I can guess, Makima." You remarked.

"Can you guess who won?" She tilted her head.

"What's that on your hand?" You peeked.

"The key to our ideal life." She showed, you paused.

"How did you obtain it?" You ask, sweating.

You knew the answer.

And yet, you still asked.

"He's dead."

"You... I thought we weren't actually going to kill him!" You gasped.

"Hahaha... How else would we obtain the heart?" She laughed, with her usual hollow laugh.

DENJI'S WIN.

𐃬𐃬𐃬𐃬𐃬

He panted.

He defeated Makima.

He was lucky Power managed to show up in time.

Though, he could praise himself for letting Makima's guard down, that required planning.

"Huh." Makima let out.

"Chainsaw Man didn't come to save me." She furrowed her eyebrows, looking down as her blood splattered. She wasn't even fully split, it just stopped at her torso.

"Guess (Y/N)'s all mine now, huh?" He smiled.

The life she wanted with you, crumbled before her eyes.

"This is hardly enough to..."

"I know."

His chainsaw rumbles.

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"Thank you for inviting me to dinner." You smiled,

"Yeah.. I just wanted to prove that I'm getting better at cooking!" He smiled, walking towards you as he handed you your plate. "That way you can depend on your boyfriend a little more." He sat down.

You blush a bit.

You'd be lying if you said you hadn't gained some form of love towards him.

You catch the smell of the food, your smile widening.

"This looks delicious, Denji!" You praised.

"After you, you're older than me after all."

"Thank you for the food," you quickly prayed, digging in.

The flavor was immaculate, the way everything was fried was to perfection.

"Where'd you get this meat from? It tastes better than the store I get it from." You spoke, taking another bite as Denji ate his.

He kept chewing, allowing a moment of silence, before he swallowed it.

"It's Makima." He spoke, taking another bite.

"Pardon?" You drop a piece of food from your chopsticks, your smile now fading.

To be honest,

Makima hasn't called you in for a while, you thought it was because she's been busy with work, you'd rather not bother her.

"You're eating Makima."

It finally dawned on you.

You were eating your once lover, prepared by your current lover.

You wanted to barf.

[oleicim]

i wanna be a hayakawa child too pls can u write gn reader living with aki denji and power (mainly focusing on aki being a dad cuz it's funny to me LMAOO) and if you feel like it can the reader be a bit younger than denji and power maybe 14-15? just some random kid they picked off the streets and who aspires to be a devil hunter like aki

PART OF THE FAMILY

PAIRS: p!denji hayakawa x reader ,, p!power hayakawa x reader ,, & p!aki hayakawa x reader

WARNINGS: mention of starvation and uncleanliness ,, angsty attributes overall. reference to suicide, but not detailed at all-no character death. poor self-esteem (aki)

CIELO'S NOTE: this is so over the place but i hope its still okay!! there is no makima in this okay so we are all happy and living together in #peace because thats what everyone deserves... i seriously need to start proofreading

ONE ASSUMPTION MANY SHARED ON WHAT TYPE OF PERSON AKI HAYAKAWA WAS THAT HE WAS HEARTLESS. he seemed so, with that stoic expression and nonchalance of his in many situations where he should’ve shown distraught. but aki was the direct opposite of everything that word conveyed, all the antonyms of it gathered because aki wasn’t heartless, he was compassionate, just discreetly so.

although when the rumors of aki being heartless were asked to him, he’d say he was. it was only because he truly dreamt of being that disconnected from the world so he could just feel the immense pain and sorrow that continuously flooded his veins every minute of the day just disperse just for a second. but even this plain out rejection of the true caring quality he had; it could never be erased. as much as he agreed to the rumors and attempted to force this indifference people assumed of him, he did a number of selfless actions in the shadows that would always prove that he just couldn’t be that person.

so, even as he tried to still yet again close himself off from being humane, he couldn’t help but feel that familiar quality of caring when he had saw your malnourished body shivering in the alleyway. you were just a kid, younger looking than the idiots he’s grown to love. your eyes gleaming still, and it guffawed him that you still had that light in your eyes.

seeing you also reminded him of himself, when the gun devil massacre occurred and had left him as lonely and shivering as you were now. that’s what ultimately led him to stretch out his hand towards you. he wouldn’t allow anyone suffer the same fate he had been bestowed of, not when he has the choice to prevent that. he took the part as your sort of saving angel, despite his personal belief that he was still more of a corrupted being.

he told you then that you could only stay with him till you could pick yourself up, ideally a week to get some food in you and hydrate as well as bathe. but that week ultimately turned into two weeks, then three to four until it turned into months and to the point where the days are still counting.

you’ve got a drawer of clothes in aki’s dresser now, pair of shoes fitted in-between the space of denji’s and aki’s at the front door. you even have your own home slippers, a different color from the rest of the residents in the hayakawa household.

you were part of the family.

now it wasn’t hard to warm up to power, and in a short time you both were so close she said you will be her right-hand when she becomes president, learning that the role she deemed for you is actually called vice-president from a tired aki during dinner.

she's certainly overwhelming, with her shameless antics and loud boasts, but you don’t mind. it's better than the loneliness the streets gave you.

she uses you as her alibi or brings you in when she gets a scolding from aki so you could defend her, and because aki blatantly has shown that he favors you more than others she always gets off the hook.

besides that, “abuse” which aki calls it, power has her own way of doting on you and showing she does truly care, such as throwing out your vegetables during meals, so you won't endure its “nastiness” (that's what she says.)

she lets you play with meowy, and there are times you two and the kitty fall asleep together on the sofa, which has become your favorite pastime. power is unbelievably warm, and oddly soft to the touch. she crawls and latches onto you like a koala, and cradles you like she’s protecting you from the outside world. she lets you in on pranks and dangerous activities that lead aki to give her another scolding, and a firm warning to you.

denji is different, but not in a bad way. he at first was annoying and rejected you, but that was till he learned why you live with them, and then he started to warm up because you also reminded him of himself. he treats you now like power, doting on you with a faux annoyance at first to the action. he bathes you if you're too tired, and lets you poke and prod him and gives you a goodnight kiss on the forehead before you slip in the sheets of aki’s bed for the night.

he honestly looks after you more than he does for himself, making sure you're fine and well before he thinks about what he needs to do for him. that ends in late nights where he comes back from a mission and is so exhausted and weak that you help him swallow down a meal aki cooked earlier, as he hadn't eaten in many hours but made sure he begged aki to make dinner your favorite meal before he left.

what he does for you makes you choke back a sob at night when you think about it and how truly kind he is at heart.

but neither the softhearted but unhinged siblings of yours could take the place of aki’s as your favorite out of everyone in the unofficial family. aki hayakawa gave you everything, the normalcy of a domestic life that you were sure you wouldn't have been able to gain back out in the dirty alleyways. no one can ever top the amount of gratitude and admiration you have for the stoic man.

there’s also something special about how aki treats you, it's a contrast from how he is perceived. he treats you softly. you at times have to pout and tell him you're not a toddler because of how gentle he is, which he always gives out a breath of a laugh and a ghost of a smile in response.

he buys you anything you see, within certain extents, when he brings you out with him for mundane things like grocery shopping. and even then, any expensive item you like will end up in a couple weeks' time in a gift bag by your side of the bed.

theres also the fact of when you first came to live with them, and when everyone, including yourself, warmed up, he learned how to braid your hair. he wanted to help you out, as your hair had grown out a lot from the amount of time of you were out there. he learned the simple braid and that was your hairstyle till he reluctantly picked up scissors and watched a video on the decided hairstyle you wanted, even buying other products to keep up the maintenance your hair needed.

he was ultimately the father figure you dreamt of on those cold nights on concrete, and you couldn't have asked for anyone better so that's why even with denji’s selfless acts and power’s constant love nagging he still remained your favorite. even with his grumpy and nonchalant attitude, you loved him.

and aki equally loved you, so hearing your new boasts of how you wanted to be just like him made his heart stop and his breathing hitch. it was quite clear that aki didn't have a great self-image of himself, he was a man previously living solely on avenging his family, he was rage and depression bottled up and living on the brink of breaking, until you and the others came along. but that inner turmoil still left its fragments inside of him, and aki didn't ever want you to feel or be the same way as him. he doesn't want you to endure the mornings where he has to remember he has people that truly care for him now, that he has people to live for, to protect, so he won’t make a life altering decision.

he knows your words come from a good heart, aki knows that you see him as your savior and he feels a little better at the thought of being a saint to someone such as you. but he still grimaces internally when you state you’ll be as great as him, he loves you so much that it hurts in good and bad ways when he hears your idolization. he’s not what you think, he tells himself, but you do. you’ve grown to know who he is underneath that tough facade and still continue to want to be like him.

you admire his strength for what he has endured, and want to be like him in that aspect. you want your compassionate quality to be as large as his so you could help people like he helped you. he’s your favorite, through in and out and you want to be everything he is.

this all brought you here, standing in front of the television and blocking the comedic show from your unofficial siblings and father figure. they all stared at you, denji’s brows furrowed with an open jaw that you guess is about to let out an annoyed question to what you're doing, whilst power just stared at you with the same intensity denji had, while aki just bored his attention onto you.

“hey! what are you-”

before he could finish the sentence, you had predicted to note, you looked straight at aki, a newfound determination set on your features as you clenched your fists.

“i wanna be a devil hunter jus’ like you!”

your words reverberated against the walls of the apartment, and you could see the eyes of aki and denji widen in reaction, but to your surprise you could see more shock coming from aki. you had thought about this decision for a while, your admiration blossoming for aki as each day passes and it's become so overwhelming that you couldn't just not take an actual step towards being just like him.

denji smirked, puffing his chest as he let out a sigh. “ah, i knew you’d want to be as good as me!” he exclaimed, and your own brows furrowed, and you drifted your attention from aki towards your brother who took the direction of your statement to himself. “what!? not you, idiot!!!!” you rebutted, which resulted in an obnoxious laugh from power, her body falling to the floor as she held her stomach and kicked her legs, spurting out words of insults to denji as he started to argue with power in frustrated embarrassment.

the bickering got louder as the two started to fight, and you chose to ignore them like always and looked back at the stunned aki. the man sat there still with crossed legs, but his gaze seems clouded as he was lost in thought.

“aki?” you said, moving to sit down on the floor next to him, his glossed over eyes moving with you as he kept his stare on you. the man then blinked, once, twice, before he seemed to snap out of his world.

aki knew you’d eventually start to take steps towards your admiration, but not this soon. it was endearing and scary and oh so overstimulating to think about your decision. but he knew you long enough that the determination of yours could never die out, the proof being the light that still gleamed in your eyes on that day he found you.

“really? are you sure?...” his words are soft but had a firm tone, and his seeming acceptance to your words throw you off a bit. you nod after a few beats of silence between you two, the bickers of your siblings drowning out in the background as you focused on the conversation with aki. “yes. i want to be jus’ like you aki.” you confirmed, and before he can refute that he isn't everything you say he is you speak again. “i wanna be able to be strong enough to protect people i love jus’ like you, to save others so they dont leave behind people who will be on the streets like me.” the explanation that falls off your lips made aki’s bustling mind quiet for seconds, your words being drunk in by him.

then, he nodded, slowly, then reached out, moving your body to rest against his side as your head found place in the crook of his neck and your body unconsciously melts into a cradle position beside him. his left hand stretches to rest on the arm that's tucked in front of your body, and the other is placed on top of your head. it was his last chance to properly shield you from the world before throwing you back in it.

“okay, we’ll start with basics, no devil contracts or actual battles just yet.”

CIELO'S SECRETS !!

aki legally adopted you so your last name is actually hayakawa! your siblings are still waiting to gain their actual hayakawa last name :P

i rewrote this 5 times and i still cant seem to like it >:( but this one was the best version! i liked writing about the siblings tee hee.

[cyllres]

hi pookies 🫶

Devil | JJK x Makima! Reader

Chapter 31

As you walked into the room where Satoru usually lounged, the familiar sight of him reclining in his favorite chair greeted you. The afternoon light streamed through the windows, casting long shadows across the floor, and the air felt heavy. This wasn’t just a casual meeting—he had called for you, and you knew it wasn’t for something trivial.

“Gojo-sensei,” you called out, your voice carrying a slight edge of uncertainty as you approached him. He was reading a manga, seemingly lost in his own world, but as soon as he heard your voice, he closed the book with a soft thud and stood up, his usually relaxed demeanor shifting to something more serious.

“Y/n,” Satoru greeted, his voice warm but tinged with something you couldn’t quite place. Normally, you would’ve taken the opportunity to steal his seat, claiming his spot as your own, but today, you stood rooted in place, nerves creeping up on you. There was an unusual tension in the air, a stark contrast to his usual playful manner, and it made you uneasy.

“You called?” you asked, forcing a steady tone as you tried to read his expression. He was difficult to read, even more so when he was serious, and you hated not knowing what was coming.

“I did,” Satoru confirmed, his voice smooth as he watched you intently. “Why were you ignoring my messages?” he asked, the question seemingly innocent but carrying an undercurrent that made your pulse quicken.

“I don’t know how to use my phone,” you answered quickly, a practiced excuse, though it felt flimsy under his gaze. The lie tasted bitter on your tongue, but you maintained a calm exterior, your mask of indifference firmly in place.

“Of course you don’t,” he replied, his tone still calm, but there was a noticeable shift as he began to pace around the room. The usual lightness in his voice was gone, replaced by something far more intense. “What happened?” he asked, his tone laced with something that almost sounded like concern. “What were you thinking?”

“What do you mean—?” you started, but you were quickly cut off by Satoru’s sharp interruption.

“You know exactly what I mean,” he said, his voice firmer now, making you stiffen under the weight of his gaze. His eyes, hidden behind his blindfold, seemed to pierce right through you, and for the first time in a long while, you felt genuinely nervous.

“I mistook the scent for someone else,” you lied smoothly, though your heart pounded in your chest. You tried to maintain your composure, but his intensity was unsettling, making it harder to keep your usual calm facade. “Apparently, it was the patchwork curse that tricked me.” You lied.

“And you followed it?” Satoru’s voice was incredulous, tinged with a frustration he rarely showed. He stopped pacing and turned to face you, his full attention now on you. “I told you to wait for Nanami, didn’t I? Y/n, what were you thinking?”

His words hung in the air, heavy with disappointment and concern. For a moment, you struggled to find a response, your usual confidence faltering under his scrutiny.

“I handled it,” you insisted, your voice firmer than you felt. The words sounded convincing, even to you, but they were hollow, a brittle shield against the reality of the situation.

“Handled it?” Satoru’s tone was sharp now, cutting through your defenses with a precision that only he could manage. His normally laid-back demeanor had shifted, replaced by something far more intense. “Shoko said you were brought to her office bruised, with severely damaged vocal cords from choking. Even Pochita was heavily injured.”

The mention of Pochita sent a pang through your chest, a reminder of how close you had come to losing it. You clenched your fists, your nails digging into your palms as you tried to maintain your composure.

“I handled it,” you repeated, the words coming out more as a defense than a statement of fact. The repetition felt almost like a mantra, something to convince yourself as much as him. But even you could hear the wavering edge in your voice, the slight tremor that betrayed how rattled you really were.

Satoru’s eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze never leaving yours. He didn’t say anything immediately, letting the silence stretch between you, thick with unspoken words. It was as if he was waiting, waiting for you to drop the act, to admit what you both knew to be true.

But you couldn’t. You couldn’t bring yourself to admit that maybe, just maybe, you had been wrong. That maybe you had been reckless, that your insistence on handling things alone had nearly cost you more than you were willing to lose. The thought of admitting weakness, of admitting that you needed help, was suffocating. Most importantly— you can't just tell him what happened, especially with your brother’s life on the line.

Satoru sighed, the sound heavy with resignation. “Y/n,” he began, his voice softer now, as if he was trying to reach through the walls you had built up around yourself. “This isn’t about whether you handled it. It’s about the fact that you put yourself in unnecessary danger. You can’t keep doing this.”

The words struck a chord, one you didn’t want to acknowledge. You had always prided yourself on being able to control any situation, on being the one to dictate the terms. But this… this wasn’t something you could just brush off. The consequences were real, and they were staring you in the face.

But instead of acknowledging it, you doubled down. “I’m fine,” you said, your voice steadier now, but there was a tightness in your chest that wouldn’t go away. “Pochita’s fine. We did what needed to be done.”

Satoru's expression softened, a rare occurrence that made the knot in your chest tighten even further. “Y/n, you don’t have to do everything alone. You have people around you for a reason. Don’t push them away just because you think you can handle it all on your own.”

His words struck deeper than you wanted them to. They echoed in your mind, challenging the rigid independence you had always relied on. But admitting that… admitting that you might need help, that you weren’t invincible, felt like admitting defeat. And that was something you weren’t ready to do.

You stood there, rigid and unyielding, desperately clinging to the remnants of your pride. The room felt smaller, suffocating almost, as Satoru’s eyes softened with something you couldn't quite place—pity, perhaps, or understanding. You hated both possibilities. His words cut through the tension like a knife, yet they hung in the air with a weight you couldn't ignore.

"Just... think about it," he said finally, his tone shifting from authoritative to something more gentle, almost like he was trying to reach the part of you that still resisted, that still believed you could shoulder everything alone. There was a firmness there, too, a warning embedded in the kindness. “You’re not as alone as you think you are.”

But you gave him nothing, your expression locked in a mask of stubborn defiance. No flicker of acknowledgment, no sign that his words had hit their mark, even though deep down, you felt them reverberate like a distant echo.

Satoru sighed, the sound heavy with both exasperation and acceptance. He knew you too well to expect immediate surrender. Still, he wasn't done with you yet. He moved back to his chair, sinking into it with a casual grace that belied the seriousness of the situation. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, a sign that you’d worn down his patience for the day.

"Give me my card back," he said, his voice steady but leaving no room for argument. "I'm taking away your card privileges for a while."

“What?” The shock in your voice was unmistakable. You hadn’t expected him to go there. “But I don’t like the cafeteria food,” you protested, your voice slipping into something that sounded almost like a whine. “I don’t like the way they cook vegetables.”

Your objection was weak, more out of habit than anything. You hated the cafeteria food, sure, but you also hated being punished like a child.

Satoru’s expression remained unyielding, the softness from earlier gone. “Every action has consequences, Y/n,” he replied, his tone firm but not unkind. “Especially when it involves not listening to me.”

The reality of the situation started to sink in. He wasn’t just talking about the card, and you both knew it. This was about more than just the card; it was about trust, about respect, and about the responsibility that came with the power you wielded. You were used to manipulating situations to your advantage, to bending people to your will, but Satoru was a different case entirely. He wasn’t someone you could easily control, and that made him both frustrating and… oddly comforting.

He held out his hand, palm up, waiting. The gesture was simple, but it carried the weight of authority, the kind that made it clear there was no room for negotiation. You hesitated for a split second, your fingers twitching slightly, before you reluctantly reached into your pocket and pulled out the sleek black card.

As you handed it over, you couldn’t help but feel a twinge of irritation. The loss of the card wasn’t just about the inconvenience—it was about the principle of it. But the look in Satoru’s eyes told you that this was as much about teaching you a lesson as it was about anything else.

“You’ll survive,” he said with a smirk as he pocketed the card, the usual playfulness returning to his demeanor, though the undertone of seriousness still lingered. “Consider it a reminder that you’re part of a team, whether you like it or not.”

The words dug at you, chipping away at the walls you’d so carefully constructed around yourself. You felt a surge of defiance rise up, and before you could stop yourself, the words tumbled out.

“I don't like you,” you muttered, the sharpness of your tone more pronounced than you intended. It wasn’t entirely true, of course—if anything, your feelings toward Satoru were far more complex than mere dislike. But in that moment, the sting of his reprimand, of being reminded of your limits, made it the easiest response.

He chuckled, unaffected by your harsh tone, as if he’d expected nothing less from you. “You’d miss me if I were gone,” he replied, the usual playful lilt to his voice, but with a hint of something deeper. It was like he was saying he knew the real you, the one beneath the mask, and that knowledge was both comforting and infuriating.

You didn’t dignify his comment with a response. Instead, you turned away, your steps measured and deliberate as you left the room. You couldn’t let him see how much his words had dug under your skin, how much the loss of control bothered you. As the door clicked shut behind you, you could feel the tension still hanging in the air, unresolved, just the way you hated it. You walked away, the irritation simmering beneath your calm exterior. Yet, despite yourself, a small part of you knew he was right. But admitting that, even to yourself, was something you weren’t ready for. Not yet.

-

As you stood there, your eyes scanned the serene view of the forest that surrounded Jujutsu Tech. The beauty of nature was a rare solace amidst the chaos of curses and constant battle. It was a brief respite, a moment where you could pretend, if only for a second, that your life wasn’t an endless series of uncertainties. Standing beside you was Megumi and the second years, your mind remains focused. Your facade of ease barely concealed the anticipation brewing beneath the surface as you waited for the Kyoto students to arrive.

Your attention was drawn to Nobara, who dropped her magazine with an exaggerated huff. “Why are you all empty-handed?” she asked, looking at your group as if you had committed a great offense.

You exchanged glances with Megumi and the others. Panda was the first to speak, his paw gesturing toward the absurd amount of luggage Nobara had with her. “What are you doing with all that stuff?”

“What do you mean? We're going to Kyoto, right?” she replied, clearly confused.

“It's an exchange event with our sister school in Kyoto.” Panda corrected her, his tone dry. “Held in Tokyo.”

Nobara’s face twisted into an expression of pure frustration as she grabbed her head. “You’re kidding me! What did I make all those preparations for?!”

You couldn’t help but smile at her reaction, the corner of your lips curling upward in amusement. It was typical of her, to throw herself fully into something without bothering to confirm the details.

“No wonder our conversations have been a bit off lately,” Maki commented dryly.

“Shake,” Inumaki added, nodding in agreement.

“It’s held at the school that won last year,” Panda added, which only made Nobara grab his fur, tugging it as though it was his collar.

“Then don’t go winning, you blockheads!” she shouted, making you chuckle softly under your breath.

“We weren’t even in it last year!” Panda defended himself. “Only Yuuta participated to make the numbers match up!”

“And Rika was still around,” Maki chimed in. “Apparently, it was an overwhelming win.” She shrugged. “I wasn’t in Kyoto, so I didn’t get to see it.”

Nobara fumed, her frustration bubbling over. “I’ll never forgive you, Okkotsu Yuuta!” she yelled to no one in particular, rolling up her magazine like she was ready to strike someone. “I don’t care if we’ve never met!”

You smirked, amusement lacing your tone as you muttered, “Misdirected anger.”

“Shake,” Inumaki agreed again, his expression as neutral as ever.

Suddenly, your senses shifted, catching something on the breeze. The familiar scent you picked up made your eyes narrow slightly, a flicker of anticipation crossing your face.

“They’re here,” you thought, hearing the footsteps as Maki quickly turned to the stairs.

“They’re here,” Maki announced, her sharp eyes catching movement from the stairs.

As the Kyoto students made their way toward your group, Mai’s mocking voice echoed ahead of them. “Oh my, is this the welcome party? How disgusting.”

Your eyes met hers, and your smile turned into something more— amused. “Mai, it's nice to see you here, I'm glad you still look lovely.” you said with faux sweetness, knowing exactly how to push her buttons.

Mai’s expression soured instantly, her scowl deepening. She didn’t bother responding to your comment, but you could feel the irritation radiating from her. It was almost too easy to get under her skin.

“I don’t see Okkotsu here,” Todo murmured, his sharp eyes scanning the group before landing on you. His usual overconfidence was palpable as he grinned. “Hi, Y/n-chan. We finally have a chance to get to know each other. How about we hang out after this?”

You gave him a cold, dismissive glance, but Maki stepped in front of you, her body a clear barrier. “She refuses,” Maki said bluntly, cutting off any further attempts from Todo.

“Shut it!” Nobara interrupted, redirecting the conversation to what she cared about most. “Hurry up and hand over the souvenirs. All the sweets, noodles, and cookies from Kyoto.”

The shorter girl from the Kyoto group, broom in hand, eyed Nobara nervously. “What’s up with that girl? She’s scary.”

Ignoring the exchange, your eyes flicked to the large, robotic figure beside her. Its mechanical voice buzzed with amusement. “Never mind Okkotsu being absent. Isn't having two first-years a major handicap?”

You stared at him, amused by the Kyoto students’ constant underestimations.

Before you could respond, the tall man with perpetually closed eyes cut in, his voice calm but pointed. “Age is irrelevant with Jujutsu Sorcerers. Especially with Fushiguro-kun. He’s a Zenin, after all. I’d say he’s more reliable than the head of the clan.”

The comment hit its mark, and you noticed the subtle twitch in Mai’s expression. She clicked her tongue, clearly irritated.

“Got something to say?” the tall man asked, turning his attention fully to Mai.

“Nope,” Mai replied sarcastically, but the tension between them was palpable.

Just then, the sound of footsteps caught your attention, and a woman with long, blackish-purple hair, a scar crossing the bridge of her nose, appeared. “Okay, now,” she said, her voice authoritative. “Let’s not fight amongst ourselves. My goodness, these children. So, where’s that idiot?”

“Gojo-sensei’s running late,” Panda informed her, earning a scowl from the woman.

“As if that idiot would ever show up on time,” Maki muttered.

“She didn’t even mention his name,” Megumi deadpanned.

Suddenly, the sound of a cart being pushed caught your attention, and Satoru finally arrived, a smirk plastered on his face. “Sorry for the wait!” he said, pushing a large box toward the group. Your face soured at the sight of him, still annoyed with him from the recent scolding, though there was something else stirring in you—something unexplainable.

“I see everyone’s here!” Satoru’s voice was unnaturally cheerful as he pushed a box cart. “I was on a business trip overseas,” Satoru continued, as if to explain his absence. “And I’ve got souvenirs for everyone!”

“Are you sure it's not just jet lag?” Nobara asked, unused to Satoru’s behavior.

“Okay, everyone from Kyoto gets this tribal charm.” Satoru handed out pink voodoo dolls to the Kyoto students, earning different reactions. “None for you, Utahime,” he added with a smirk.

“I don’t need one!” Utahime snapped, clearly frustrated by his antics.

As Satoru turned his attention to the Tokyo students, he was practically bouncing with excitement. “And for everyone from Tokyo, we have this!”

“Overly excited adults are creepy,” Nobara deadpanned.

Then, with a flourish, Satoru opened the box, revealing Yuuji inside. He quickly stood up to struck a silly pose.

“Hey! OPP!” Yuuji called out enthusiastically, but Nobara and Megumi’s expressions turning even more sour.

Noticing this, Yuuji stiffened, clearly not expecting such a cold reception. Even you were looking away, though for entirely different reasons. (Yes, salty yn because she got the black cards confiscated)

Before anyone could speak, the voice of Kyoto’s principal, Gakuganji, boomed through the courtyard. “Sukuna’s vessel?!” His outrage was clear, demanding an explanation.

“Principal Gakuganji!” Satoru, unfazed by the elderly man's anger, waved him off with a casual smile. “Oh thank goodness. I was worried you might just die from the shock.” He added with a hint of sarcasm as he approached Gakuganji.

“You impudent brat!” Gakuganji grumbled, making Satoru chuckle.

Nobara and Megumi, meanwhile, marched up to Yuuji, with Nobara kicking the cart he stood on. “Hey,” she said, her voice trembling with barely concealed frustration.

Yuuji, looking down at her with wide eyes, stuttered. “Uh, yes?”

“You got something to say?” she demanded, her voice wavering slightly.

Yuuji sighed. “Sorry I didn’t tell you I was alive.”

You finally approached them, a faint smile curling your lips as you took in the scene. “He had to hide himself for a while,” you explained, your tone gentle but laced with a subtle edge. “It would’ve been unfair to reveal himself so soon, especially when so many people want him dead.”

Your words hung in the air, and for a brief moment, the tension simmered, you're fully aware of the many people who saw your brother as nothing more than a vessel to be destroyed. You help your brother down the cart as Yaga-sensei starts the welcoming remarks and the explanation of the mechanics of the first event.

You just couldn't help but be so impatient to destroy whoever wants to harm your brother.

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Sorry: I thought of another Makima comment/question. But before I bring that up, I am very excited to see that you are writing something for JJK!!!! I know it's going to be so perfect and give me all the feels!!!

Okay so I read your response to my question, (I'm the one who asked about character study), and I just wanted your thoughts/opinions on the jealously issue that arises with Himeno. I know you mentioned Makima being jealous of Himeno's relationship with reader, and I want to know how much of that you think is nature or nurture. It's obvious she is possessive of reader due to her nature as the Control Devil, but do you think that is equally due to nurture? i.e. what she has learned from movies or from other humans' interactions with their significant others? I love the moment when she catches Himeno with her arms around reader's shoulders. I cannot imagine the range of intense emotions and inner turmoil she felt seeing that!!! And do you think that was a recurring feeling she experienced when someone got a little too close to her beloved? I feel that is a trait that will carry on to Nayuta and all other reincarnations (as possessiveness does in the Canon!)

Thank you so much for your time once again!

Hi again, I love talking about character studies and motivations so keep 'em coming if you ever have another question \^o^/

(As for that JJK fic... it is certainly going to be a grand ride and it is going to be a bit of stray from what I typically write. I'm having fun working on the draft, it's going to come with a surprise I hope people appreciate when it's finally up and posted!)

I think that as far as Makima's jealousy though, it's a mixture of both. It's in her nature to be possessive as one who is the physical embodiment of the fear of being controlled but I attribute her behavior to nurture as well. If you're someone who has been deprived of affection your whole life, you're bound to be possessive of whatever affection you receive. That's essentially how Makima's jealousy works as far as my fics goes.

When she has a shift in how she views the reader and their relationship changes, that affection is something she prefers to have to herself. But Makima is someone very patient and we see in the canon, she has no problem playing the long game to get what she wants. She won't lash out out of her emotions even if she wants to. So during the moment where she saw the extent of the reader's friendship with Himeno, there were quite a bit of ideas she had concerning Himeno and making her disappear entirely.

But at that point in time, Makima views the reader a beacon of light for the sort of relationship she can hope to have with someone one day. The reader has, at this point, never succumbed to Makima's abilities. The reader has recognized Makima's loneliness and reached out to comfort her even though at that point, the reader's opinion of Makima was quite low. Add to the fact that Makima and Reader's relationship has improved exponentially by that point, it's something she doesn't want anyone impeding on. Not even someone who was there first as "your friend".

And yet, Makima doesn't lash out despite how much she would like to. Because the key thing Makima has always desired is being able to have a relationship with someone built on equity rather than fear and control. She doesn't want to mess that up having a jealous fit. She is afraid of losing that affection she receives from the reader, but she is more afraid of there being a day the reader succumbs to the influence of Makima's powers.

So she relies on intimidation in the moment Himeno encroaches on someone Makima claims as her own. And when she feels that is failing, she decides to rely on good old-fashioned communication when the reader prompts her to be honest as to why she is upset during their date.

But when their relationship is solidified as a couple, I see Makima making it more apparent when she is feeling jealous or needy. Lovers should be honest with one another, after all. Especially after she reveals her true identity and it didn't scare the reader off. They have their contract, marriage in Makima's eyes. It's the ultimate insurance of their relationship. So it does increase a bit from then on.

Kishibe encroaching on their peaceful life.

The reader's death at the hand of the Rat Devil, destroying precious life Makima held so dearly to her heart. It's an unforgivable crime to take that away from her.

I feel that jealousy would even extend to your family as well. Your family is her family now, something she's always desired. A family that she didn't need to make her own through force. So I feel if the reader has any siblings or close family childhood friends, Makima would feel some type of way about it.

It never makes it into the final draft, but there was a small joke in my outline about how Makima would view the reader making a contract with another devil as cheating. It was something I was only planning on being some sort of gag, but I don't think it would be too far from the truth. Makima would prefer to be the only devil the reader ever has a contract with.

And when it comes to her future incarnations, they definitely have varying degrees of possessiveness regardless of the quality of their lives. Nayuta doesn't showcase it during the sequel mostly due to the fact that for an indiscernible amount of time, it's only ever been just her and the reincarnated reader. So I imagine that when the two of them begin interacting with other people on the regular from schoolmates to even Power, it begins to come out more.

But Himeno, fun as she is, is strict about that. So Nayuta isn't allowed to let those feelings run rampant no matter how much she would like to.

[iridescentscarecrow]

csm 168 thoughts:

1. presentation of physical intimacy

thinking about the rain as metaphorical device which triggers this aggressive perversion of asa's ideal romance (as seen in her poetry) by yoru is especially interesting in light of this chapter. its title "kiss, love, sperm" mimics earlier "rain, brothel, removal." the brothel's nature of indulging in physical intimacy as set outside the parameter of love (presented by katana's misogynistic figure) instead culminates in this act, framed by yoru as satisfying sex drive. meanwhile, the sperm around which 167 is made horror, the realisation of the entirety of the act, is washed away by yoru using the rain, the same rain that effectively created the setting scene in the alleyway prior to this encounter.

later, yoru only mentions the kiss to denji.

another way this framing operates, showcasing the changing nature of physical intimacy, is the meaning of [fish] within part 2. asa talks about hating fish, specifically raw fish. fumiko talks about wanting to eat sushi everyday. to asa, fish is something that her "principles" stop her from eating, similar to the "between cat and criminal" distinction she etches out for yoru: who she can turn into a weapon. fumiko's eating of fish can be //eld to her assault of denji & her enjoyment of power.

more on the fish analogy: interesting then that the sushi restaurant is where we see a mention of "fresh raw testes" on the sign // the dick denji blames in 165. the "raw fish" asa hates. the sushi denji asks for (reiterating what fumiko tells him).

denji reiterating people who otherwise harm him isn't new either. we know that his thoughts on physical intimacy echo what makima tells him in part one, he's internalised that, as he does her words on how he can't have a family. yoru too reiterates & changes the context of the residue of this, what denji tells asa about sex. it being given reason as "feel[ing] good" against asa's hatred of physical intimacy, of raw fish.

yoru tells denji she only kissed him because it felt good. the act that's *unspeakable* is not spoken of, having been washed up by the rain. you see denji horrified & traumatised in the wake of this reiteration [of him] while attention is diverted to the kiss by yoru. where it becomes about asa's romance, about whether she *likes* denji.

2. sex as a location of control

the structure of sexual abuse & violence perpetrated by adults onto children is something that has underlined part 2 since the very beginning: with asa's teacher as set up. this is later given nuance with the csm church's grooming of children specifically through marriage, the same marriage that is problematised through how the eyepatch PS worker talks about his wife, the misogyny there (& her murdering him).

the fish analogy, IMO, assumes new dimension here. in the same conversation that fumiko talks about fish, miri tries to sell the church as a place of sexual excess to denji: "you can have sex with all the women you want." it's an intriguing exercise to consider this with asa's mentioning of the *rawness* of fish, the church's affiliation with the fire devil & its significance: fire's use in cooking <fish>, a transformation of [control through sex] into marriage, its severe institutionalization.

asa's internalised misogyny here, in her use of the word "slut" problematises <transgressive> sexuality instead of the issue of its locus around control. it harkens back to her restraints on her "selfishness," & how barem speaks about asa at the church. she uses this misogynist word against yoru while simultaneously thinking of herself re: perception. her violence against yoru is an act of self harm, a reaction to both an assault neither of them are able to articulate & the brutality of the city structure she is caught within.

[mikanotes]

remains

denji x gn!reader — 1.7k words

genre: angst comfort, platonic (probably)

warnings: csm pt1 spoilers, mentions of death, grief, anxiety, not really canon compliant (written before pt2 came out), talks of marriage, suicidal ideation and depression.

synopsis: the aftermaths of denji’s time as a public safety devil hunter, and the pain that comes with.

author’s note: edited repost from an old sideblog of mine because it was too good. i wrote it before part two came out so obviously a lot might seem ooc bare with me please and thank you… that’s all actually. yay!

Denji steps out of his apartment, sighing and shaking his backpack on his back a little. He sighs and huffs and does all sorts of disgruntled expressions as he walks down the stairs.

“Nayuta, hurry up already.” he yells, jogging down. The girl sighs in annoyance as she closes the door to their apartment.

You laugh as you watch them bickering while they walk down. Once they reach the streetwalk, Denji’s face lights up.

“Finally!” he exclaims, smiling widely. He runs up to you with an exaggerated crying expression and open arms, before engulfing you into a suffocating hug. “I missed you!”

“It’s been two days.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

He pulls away and smiles still. You chuckle and shake your head, before turning to his little sister. “Hi, Nayuta.”

“School.” she says, before walking away. You stare at her with furrowed eyebrows before turning to Denji.

“Uh?”

“Kobeni takes her to school now.” he says, blankly, “She needed a job. She’s still broke.”

“And you’re not?”

Denji makes an exaggerated shrug of his shoulders and begins walking away in the direction of the path to your high school. You shake your head to ignore the hundred questions you have to ask and run up to catch up to him.

For over five months now, Denji has been silent.

Sometimes, he’s overbearingly loud and present— Makes a show out of reminding everyone around him that he exists. He’s joyful, and acts like his stupid, idiot teenager boy self. It’s Denji. It’s him. But it’s different. He’s craving attention; he’s craving comfort, company. He was alone before and he was used to it, but then he got a family, love and company, and it was all ripped away from him— his life— so fast and easily, like it meant nothing. He needed someone. Something. To hold onto.

And so sometimes he’s dreadfully quiet. He doesn’t say a word and practically only replies to questions with nods, shakes of his head or hums. He mumbles his way through his sentences and walks to school like heavy chains are on his feet. He’s visibly unwell. He doesn’t really sleep. It shows on his face— and Nayuta told you.

He misses Aki and Power.

Makima, almost. In spite of everything.

He misses the daydream that his reality had become, for a while.

And he’s quiet when you walk to school. You know he’s glad to have you with him because you were part of the Public Safety Devil Hunters, but you attended high-school at the same time. That meant once he finally enrolled, he wasn’t alone. Yoshida Hirofumi was there, too, but he wasn’t in the same grade and he was also deemed “creepy” by Denji, which earned him a lighthearted hit to the back of his head. The point is that Denji is glad he isn’t alone, and that someone from what one could call his previous life is still there. Alive. Standing. Doing well. Someone who knows about everything, and who won’t ask about anything. Someone who understands him without needing him to talk.

You.

“You’re crying.” you say after a good fifteen minutes of silence and walking to school. Denji is looking ahead and only wipes his tears with the back of his hand.

“Not.”

“Sure are.”

“Shut up.”

You don’t mention it again. Not even when you hear him try to stifle his sobs during fifth period at school. Not when he spaces out and doesn’t eat his lunch to stare out the window without moving. You figure he needs time, still.

When the school day ends, he walks slowly as he exits the gates. You look at him from a few meters back and think for a moment, before jogging up to him.

“I’m staying over at your apartment today.” you say, walking ahead of him and skipping through your steps. You hear a familiar scoff and then him running up to catch up to you.

“No, you’re not.” he scoffs, walking next to you with his arms crossed. You look at him with raised eyebrows and he side-eyes you. He sighs quietly, pursing his lips. “… Will you help me cook? Nayuta keeps complaining.”

You scoff in victory and hold up your fist. He bumps his own into it.

“Deal.” “Deal.”

So you stay there the whole night.

You cook some instant ramen Denji has because you’re actually not much of a better cook than him, but it seems Nayuta prefers it when you’re the one who makes it. He sits on a chair next to you and dully watches you cook. You turn to look at him, “What’s up?” you ask, and he shrugs.

“Can we, like, get married, or something?“

“The hell?”

He shrugs again and closes his eyes, sinking down on his chair. “I dunno. I’m like, alone, y’know. I don’t know, I just think it’d be nice having you over more often. And the kid likes you. I just thought about it.”

You laugh because marriage is so far-fetched when he could just ask you to be roommates. You know marriage’s an oath— You’re supposed to be together forever, or something. Denji probably thinks it means security. To stay with you. To not be alone ever again, even if it wouldn’t change much from what you already have and you both know that. You know that what he’s trying to say is that it’s harder than he pretends to live alone. To live alone again. Nayuta isn’t enough to complete the hole that Aki and Power’s death left in his chest. And as innocent as she is, she reminds him of the nightmare that destroyed all of it. Makima. Sometimes, he purposefully takes too long to come back home after class so Kobeni takes care of her longer and he can spend longer without seeing those damned eyes, even if it means paying Kobeni double. You know because when he isn’t staying alone in some street, he’s with you in a park or at your place.

“We’re not getting married, you fucking idiot.” you mumble, laughing still as you pour the ramen into three bowls. You exhale and focus your gaze on the food, “I’ll just come over more often.”

“I don’t want you coming over more oftennnnn.” he damn-near whines, “You piss me off.”

“You said you wanna get married.”

“Yeah, but still.”

You scoff and bring the food on the counter. “Nayuta. The food’s ready.” you say, and the girl looks from her spot on the floor, where she lies down on her stomach while reading a manga magazine. The dogs seem to all wake up at the same time as she gets up. There’s sliced bread on the side of her bowl and she takes it with her teeth before walking off with the bowl in hands. The dogs follow her.

Denji turns on his chair and leans his arms on the counter before putting his head on them. He stares at the side of his bowl and you lean against the counter, taking your own. You mix the ramen with your chopsticks a bit and sigh.

“You should eat.” you say.

“I will.” he says.

“Before it gets cold. Or else you’ll complain.” you add. He sighs and gets up enough to spin his chair so it faces the counter and sits back down, before eating. He finishes the bowl pretty fast and then he’s back to leaning on the surface of the counter. You tilt your head. “The…” you hesitate, “The dogs should probably go out for a bit, right? Wanna go walk them together?”

He nods a bit.

Nayuta falls asleep. You head out with the dogs. Denji holds half of them, you the other. The night is cold. Denji doesn’t seem to mind, or to realize. You’re not sure.

You walk to a small bench next to a vending machine. You sit down and Denji buys drinks. He hands you your favorite and keeps his own in hand. The dogs are seemingly enjoying the night breeze much more than you are. You’re cold.

“You know.” Denji begins, “I came here after Aki died. This exact fuckin’ place. I ate ice cream. And Makima found me, somehow. And she brought me to her place. That’s where I met those dogs for the first time, too.”

You hum.

“Then she killed Power.” he says.

You nod slowly.

There’s silence and it isn’t uncomfortable but it’s heavy. If you couldn’t feel Denji’s grief before it was all you could feel now. Like it hung in the air, suffocating. You knew Aki, and you were acquainted with Power. But you didn’t know either of them half as much as Denji did.

It hurt when they died, but not half as much as it did for Denji.

You could feel his hurt now. It made you wonder how he kept living. It was grief so terribly painful and overwhelming that anyone would rather kill themselves than keep enduring it. But Denji was… Denji. You figured he was just different. Nothing really new.

“I thought to myself, I killed Aki.” he says, then sighs like it was hard to breathe properly, “So it was easy for me to think the same for Power, y’know? ‘It’s my fault. I killed them’.”

“I understand.”

“Mhm.”

He uncaps his can of soda and drinks around half of it in one go.

You two go back home.

The dogs went to sleep fast, Nayuta was still asleep, and Denji was worn out. So you cleaned up the place, put his coat on the coat hanger for him, and put his shoes properly at the entrance where he’d taken them off messily. You put a blanket on him and readjust the one on Nayuta. Then you lay down next to Denji.

He opens his eyes a bit and just looks at you. There’s silence. He hugs you and hides his face in the crook of your neck.

“We should really get married.”

“No.”

“Man. Fuck you.”

He holds you, still, and you hold him. He fell asleep before you did. You spent a while carding your fingers through his hair and rubbing his back, making sure he was really asleep. Making sure he wouldn’t suddenly jump because of a nightmare (it had happened before). And then you allowed yourself to fall asleep.

When the sun was up and you were all awake, Denji was back to being loud. You figured he was okay. It was enough for now. He was alright.

[mmst4rz]

'a change of mind'

"FUCKED ME SO GOOD I ALMOST SAID 'I LOVE YOU'."

about. public safety, special division 4 was having a welcome party for the new recruits, being obligated to go, you went, but left with someone you yearned yet loathed, aki hayakawa.

pairing. toxic!aki hayakawa x fem-bodied!reader

genre. fic, explicit, angst (maybe)

things to note. toxicity (duh), nsfw themes but no smut, reader is delusional asf, drinking, h*meno and m*kima, mentions of canon typical violence, implied dubcon.

🎧 : normal fucking rockwell, lana del rey

mm's note. i was literally watching an aki edit with 'les' by childish gambino and i was like...toxic aki. (lets be fr he wouldn't ACC be toxic)

Tokyo Special Division 4 was having a welcome party for the new recruits, inviting everyone out for drinks. Originally, you had planned not to attend it to avoid him, but from Ms. Makima's orders, 'every devil hunter in the division must attend to get to know one another.'; which you found pointless because it was more than likely that most of them would be dead and gone in weeks' time. you slipped on your work pants, deep in thought. You knew you would see Aki Hayakawa there, after all he was one of the 'most trusted' devil hunters in the division and was even apart of Makima's 'special squad'.

You and Aki went years back, knowing him when he first joined public safety and when he had his hair short. Hell, even knowing him before he started his smoking habit. He was much more pure back then, despite watching his family flash before his eyes, he still had that glint of innocence reflecting off of his midnight eyes. Now he was gloomy, uninterested in everything around him besides his reason to strive, to dedicate his life to destroying the Gun Devil once and for all. His personality dimmed as well as his eyes, always staying lidded with a stern facade to hide the trauma from his cold past. After all, working in public safety, you were bound to lose your spark of clarity.

;;

To put it simply, you and Aki had an unprofessional relationship, starting out with light flirting, to late-night drinks at the best bars, to seeking out each other for comfort when work got too intense, looking for a stress reliever to wash all the horrid thoughts away. At first, he showed much love and care when you started linking, cooking breakfast for you before work, or running a bath with you while massaging your tense shoulders from the night before. He typically wouldn't do this for a link-up but he thought he cared about you more than others, and you did too.

Time went on, and he lost his desire for you, just wanting a quick fuck, not caring about your well-being as before. Now, the night typically would end with Aki shuffling to put on his clothes and leaving without a word nor a glance of acknowledgment while drawing a cigarette from his back pocket. As much as this sent warnings to avoid him in your head, you couldn't help but still be drawn to his deep midnight hair and his aura, heart yearning for more than just sex.

Aki eventually stopped responding to your advances, he ignored your late-night texts at 11pm or later, he ignored you as you tried to talk to him as he walked by, and he acted as if you were mere strangers. The devil hunter, found himself around Makima more, discussing his daily report of the latest devil to be slaughtered. Aki also found himself accompanying Himeno, taking a lengthy smoke break as she cracked some jokes to pass the time. You buttoned up your blouse more agitated than before, grimacing at the thought, shaking your head at the thought of him whispering how good you felt around him as he sunk into you, it was in the past, he didn't care like you thought he did. You slipped on your shoes before grabbing your keys, phone, and wallet and walking out the door.

;;

You walk inside, the bell clinging as you pushed the door open to one of the most familiar bars in Tokyo, the scent of alcohol charring your nostrils, leading to eyes wandering to your figure. "There she goes!" Himeno beamed as she saw you head toward the area the devil hunters resided. "Hey," you say in a neutral tone, feeling those dark eyes of his glance at you. You refused to meet his eyes, refused to fall deeper into the deep sea they withheld. "Glad you could join us," Makima says, her head resting against her palm. "Glad I could make it." you smile slightly, a lie. You sat down on the cushion between Himeno and presumably, a new devil hunter. "You can order what you'd like, the bill will be taken care of by me," Makima states as she takes a sip of her beverage. "Thank you Ms. Makima," you hum gratefully as you placed an order for your desired drink. A multitude of conversations was erupting amongst everyone at the table until Himeno slurred out, "Wait a minute, where the hell is Fushi's rookie at?" "Unfortunately, they were killed yesterday," Fushi responded. The scared faces of the rookies almost made you feel bad for them, but what could they expect? Your drink finally came out, taking a slow sip, savoring the burn it provided to your tastebuds.

The night grew older, the sun setting behind the clouds, nearly everyone was tipsy, including yourself. Some had even gone home already including Himeno as well as a new recruit named Denji. "Can we talk, outside." Aki said, clearly directing it at you. It sounded like a command and as if it was not a question. Avoiding causing a scene, you stood up, smoothing out your pants, and walked outside, him following behind you. "what do you want Hayakawa?" you glare at him, you put on a front as if you didn't care about Aki ignoring you, in reality, you wanted him back in your small apartment, laying beside you as the sun shone through the blinds, trying to sneak a few more minutes in bed before you both had to get ready for work. you attempted to avoid him to the best of your ability, which thankfully wasn't hard to do. The burning embarrassment of being let down hurt more than you'd like. The only time you had to come face to face with him is when you were paired up for missions, which in itself, was rare. Though you were not in the best state of mind at the moment, you still had enough consciousness not to tell him how you truly felt.

"You wanna come home with me?" He said, pulling out a cigarette, as well as his lighter. "For what?" you already knew the answer, but you wanted to believe differently. "To fuck, what else?" he said, putting the cigarette between his lips you wanted to kiss oh so bad. He lit the cigarette, slipping the lighter back into his back pocket, taking a deep inhale. "seriously? after ignoring me for months, you ask to fuck?" he was unbelievable. "Yea." was all Aki said, short and simple, how he preferred things. "I'm not going home with you." another lie. "we'll see" he grinned slightly, looking up at the now midnight blue sky, he didn't believe you for a second, he knew how tonight would end. You walked back into the bar, your mind racing as you thought with your brain and heart. Your heart yearned for him and his sweet touch, yet your mind was telling you to ignore him, he just wanted you for your body. you sat back down at the table where only 4 of your coworkers were left. "what happened?" one of them asked, earning a nudge from another, clearly perceiving it wasn't anything good. "nothing." you said, all you wanted to do was drink your thoughts away.

;;

Several drinks later you were spent, the sting of the booze did not help with your thoughts, just made them worse. You down the last of your drink, grabbed your things, and slurred out. "imma head home." Hearing a few words of acknowledgment from the devil hunters, you swayed out the door meeting those same midnight-blue eyes of his. "headin' home?" Aki said, puffing out a cloud of smoke. "mmhm..." you hummed out. "Let me take you there, yeah?" he said, flicking out his cigarette onto the sidewalk and crushing it under his foot.

You let him wrap his arm around your shoulder, leaning into it, cherishing it, because it didn't matter to you at that moment how long he would be there, you would cherish him as if it was the last time you'd see him, maybe it would be the last, who knew when he had a change of mind again.

BACK TO NAV. | © MMST4RZ 2023. please do not repost, modify, copy, use or translate my works on any platform.

[ember-owlet]

hiiii!!! i saw that u like chainsaw man and i was wondering if u had any little or cg denji headcannons ^_^??

a/c: oh, i absolutely do!! i finished the anime and am currently caught up with the manga and the fixation is strong (/lh). to me he's a pretty balanced flip but i am a strong believer in puppy regressor denji! i hope you enjoy the headcanons dear firelight ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

dynamic: cg! & puppy regressor! denji

content warnings: light mention of reader having panic attacks, mentions of denji voluntarily getting hurt, implied starvation, and implied grooming (from makima). ((stay safe firelights, you can always come back to this when you're ready.))

cg! denji: (mainly the same way that he had taken care of power in chapter 71)

denji would stress the importance of making sure that you eat three meals a day. do they have to be nutritious? that's a story for another day, but as long as you have something edible in your stomach he wouldn't mind.

however, he definitely stresses the importance of not wasting food. (luckily, you'd have a caregiver that would be willing to finish off your plate at any time.)

he would be a strict caregiver in a way that he would constantly encourage you to do things independently (even if his wording is brash), but would relent rather easily if you knew the power of a well-timed pouty face and puppy eyes.

he'd be the best at taking care of regressors with insomnia, letting you lie on his chest while he rambles to you through the night about anything that's on his mind till you fall asleep.

on the other hand if his regressor has panic attacks, he would be a firm anchor; holding your hand and staying with you throughout to make sure you were safe and knew you weren't alone in it.

though he'd grumble, he would love to have you clinging to his side at all times. it's always good for him to know that he's wanted.

unfortunately, denji has used you once or twice as a conversational piece to talk to girls (but would pull away if you got jealous.)

you'd never find yourself bored around him, and since he always knew how to survive without having to spend any money he would find creative and cost effective ways to keep you entertained.

puppy regressor! denji:

it would take a while before denji would completely let his guard down due to makima's treatment of him, wondering if you're only with him because of the fact that he's chainsaw man.

however, once trust is earned denji would become extremely attached and loves to regress whenever he gets the chance to be able to turn off his brain to be a good puppy to you.

(i mean he literally!! talks about not wanting to think for himself anymore as a coping mechanism!!! peak regressor energy right there)

absolutely thrives on verbal affirmation and therefore would ask it from you constantly.

would literally do anything and everything for his caregiver, you'd only have to say the word and he'd get it done.

at one point you asked him to sit and forgot to take him out of the command which resulted in him staying perfectly still in the same spot for hours. (luckily you gave him lots of pets and treats as an apology).

if not supervised he would put anything and everything in his mouth and prepare to have to pry it out yourself.

you would have to help him develop the habit of eating slowly, since after being without food for so long it would be hard for him not to want to gorge on his meals in preparation for another period of time without it.

you would have the best form of scary dog privileges but would also come to understand that denji puts himself into dangerous situations to prove to you that he is useful.

though he only requires the bare minimum for himself, it's important for him to be reminded of his worth without the title of chainsaw man, and that he is a perfectly good puppy just as denji.

[amfitzgerald]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍´𝒔 𝑭𝒂𝒄𝒆

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Makima x Shy?Reader (Fem!)

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: explicit blood, light angst, loss of an eye, sex mention

WC: 3,5k

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Makima promised to reward Y/N if she managed to kill the Metal Demon.

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ: Makima, Himeno

ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇʀʀᴏʀ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ɢᴏᴏɢʟᴇ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴏʀ, ᴘʀᴏᴏꜰʀᴇᴀᴅ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ.

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The tinkling of the rain hit the tiles of that place.

Makima had told the younger girl to visit her to give her a new mission.

Your partner was away that day, so she were alone with Makima in that cozy office.

"So Y/N the Demon you are going to kill is the Metal-Demon (pretend there are people who are afraid of metal lmao). He was last seen in Yokohama 2 days ago. I'm sure you and your partner will be able to defeat him." Makima puts his hands on the table and with a smirk points to the girl.

"Y-Yes Makima!!" the girl who nervously bows in respect.

It had been years since poor Y/N fell (not so secretly) in love with Makima.

Makima knew, I mean, the girl acted totally different whenever she was in the same room as the older one, it was pretty obvious.

And Makima is anything, but dumb.

Everybody knows that.

Of course, for the others, this way could very well just be her way of showing respect to her superior, but at a certain point they would end up realizing that reality was a little different.

The girl turns, walking towards the exit.

"Oh Y/N." Makima asks from her chair, causing the poor woman's heart to start beating faster and faster as she turns around.

"Y-Yes?" turning her heels, the girl is greeted by Makima smiling in a completely different way than what the younger girl was used to seeing…

"If you come back from this alive, I'll reward you with a gift." the ginger woman finishes the sentence by tilting her head to the side, as she closes her eyes smiling.

The eldest woman hoped that Y/N was too confused to speak and just leave the room, but-

"Why?" the question catches the utterly confused eldest, who opens her eyes and opens and closes them in, now her, utter confusion.

"Why am I going to reward you?"

"Yes…" the youngest replied placing her left hand on top of her right arm as she looked down at the incredibly clean floor, avoiding her superior's gaze.

"And I need a why to reward a puppy of mine with a gift?" Makima asks in a sensual and somewhat erotic voice that made Y/N's heart explode with anxiety.

"W-Well, not exactly." Y/N utill had her eyes on the floor, feeling her face heat up.

"And such an obedient one~"

"Hiiii." she brakes for a few seconds, and then in a quick movement she turns and hurriedly opens the door, running away.

[Time skip]

"Shit!!!" the girl complains just as a flying piece of metal scrapes against her, before falling to the ground.

"Kon!" the partner invoke the fox's head, while jumping across the other side of the street, joining Y/N.

Luckily for the pair, that street where they were fighting was not very busy.

The fox hits the demon which at the exact same moment distances itself too, thus making Kon only eat half of the demon.

"It's your end, you son of a bitch!" the woman laughs, as she invokes her demon: the Jellyfish-Demon, in exchange for the temporary sight of her right eye.

The woman jumps over a piece of a giant metal bar that had been thrown against her and while she was on top of that piece of metal, she keeps her revolver in her leg holster and removes one of her katana from her back.

As soon as she invokes the demon, three neon blue jellyfish the size of a 3-year-old child float around her in the air.

One of the jellyfish enters the Katana, hardening it and electrically charging it.

But in that moment when the duo thought they were almost done, the demon draws in nearby metal and begins to regenerate himself.

"SINCE WHEN CAN HE DO THAT?" the man screams in panic.

"Takeda!" the girl calls her male partner, who gets the message, invoking the fire demon, and filling her chest with air, she lets out a huge cloud of fire from her mouth, hitting the demon, who falls from the air and is stunned long enough to be hit by the girl's gun.

Yes, Takeha has contracts with two demons.

"Die you fucking bloody bastard!" she screams piercing his chest.

But in a movement they didn't expect, the demon screams at them, releasing a gust of wind from his mouth, causing the woman to be carried away by the moving air.

"Y/N!!!!" the man screams as soon as he sees that she was going for a metal bar cut in half, however, she was being carried through the air too fast to be caught and saved by the man, who ran in an attempt to save her.

But usingn his head the man calculates the distance between the two, with the woman still in the air, and as soon as he sees that the moment is right, he manages to push her with all his strength in the opposite direction to the bar.

However the demon runs to them and pushes the man away causing the man to hit a wall and pass out on time.

"TAKEDA!!"

"How dare you hurt me and try to get away with it?" The demon growls running towards the woman who at that moment was getting up with difficulty.

Y/N stands up, faces the demon, wipes the blood that was running from her nose with her hand and smiles, loving the adrenaline.

"This is becoming better than I expected." She laughs as she removes the other katana from her back.

The penultimate jellyfish, she enters in the katana carrying and strengthening it, as well as the first one that was broken a few meters from her.

"You bitch, how dare you smile dirty at me? Do you know who I am? I'm one of the most dangerous demons in the he-"

"You are a fucking ugly dead demon." she interrupts him, as she runs towards him and screaming, she sticks her Katana in his neck, which howls in pain.

However, the neck was stronger than she thought, and that's why she couldn't cross him from end to end. "Shit."

The demon digs its claws into her face, making her scream in pain and throws her against the wall, causing her to faint at the time.

"You fucking Hunter, how dare you touch my person and hurt me, I'll disembowel you and regenerate myself with the blood of your guts."

"Did you by any chance forget about me?" Takeda makes himself heard as he stands up, holding onto his sword.

"Weren't you supposed to be dead?" the demon turns its head towards the man, making a disgusted and tired face.

"It takes a lot more than that to kill me." the man says seriously. "Kon!!" the demon, who was on the ground, didn't even have time to move, being devoured by the fox.

The man looks around, seeing where his partner and friend was.

And as soon as he spots her, he runs to her.

But as soon as he turns her around, to hold her in his arms and see the state of her face, he feels his stomach churning in agony and disgust.

"I have to be really strong not to pass out from this." he tells himself, as he bends down to listen to the pounding his heart still emitted….albeit less and more faintly. "Shit, you've been through worse, you have to survive."

Of course the girl had.

After all, her passion had promised to reward she if the mission was succed.

When the man was still passed out and the woman lying on the ground, the last jellyfish enters the host's chest, and manages to save her in the last minutes, working hard to keep her alive, and preventing the heart, small and strong at the same time, from betraying the poor 20-year-old girl.

She´s too young to die.

And she still wanted to declare herself to a certain redhead.

Tartaglia 2.0

In that battle, the girl gave her all and would certainly be remembered if she died.

[Time skip]

The autumn leaves fell lightly, unhurriedly to the ground, almost as if they were trying to prolong their descent from the tops of the trees to the ground.

In contrast, there were migratory birds, which hurried to leave the country to migrate to other countries.

Inside that hospital, in an average room, the sleeping body of the tall/low framed girl was affectionately resting on the white and comfortable stretcher.

The girl already suspected that it would be a difficult mission when Makima told her that she would have to defeat the metal demon, but the redhead wouldn't have given her the mission if she didn't know that you couldn't defeat him.

And well, the girl got it, but at what price?

Turns out, she now lost her left eye in the process and was left with a huge, ugly scar that ran from her forehead to the top of her eyebrow, as well as another big one that ran across her nose.

It was lucky she and her partner survived.

"Hum, what…" as soon as the girl wakes up, she notes that she was inside a completely unfamiliar environment. She gets up but is stopped in the process.

"No way, you're going to lie there and still, like a statue." the voice of a old friend who has not been heard for a long time is heard in the room.

"Himeno?"

"No, the Pope."

"What happened? Why am I here?" She ignores the older one's answer.

"You don't remember anything?"

"Well.." she strains her head to recall the last few memories and…"OH SHIT, I WAS FIGHTING THAT DEMON AND-" in a flash the girl stands up, making Himeno who was sitting slicing an apple jump up get up and go to her laying her down again.

"Apparently you do remember."

"Where's Takeda? I blacked out after that demon threw me against the wall."

"He was the one who killed the demon, and brought you here. And yes he's safe and sound, and in a much better state than you are now."

"Eh? What do you mean?"

"He's not in a hospital."

"Oh, so he's fine anyway."

"Yeah, really fine…"

Himeno was hiding something about Y/N's condition, and she still hadn't processed it.

Then Y/N realizes that she got out of this alive, and even though it wasn't her, they managed to kill the metal demon…which means…

"Oh, Makima will reward me." the woman smiles passionately, remembering the moment she had with Makima.

"To award?" Himeno stops peeling the apple and stares at the younger one in confusion.

"Yes, she told me that she would reward me. I think she said that because she knew the demon was strong." she replies, looking out over the landscape.

Himeno laughs, catching the other woman's attention.

"Sex?"

Y/N widened her eyes and felt her face flush.

"I-I don't know. But I don't think so, I mean it's Makima."

"Yes it's Makima, so you can expect the unexpected from her." Himeno adds, giving the girl a perverted smile, who looks away from her.

"She wouldn't do that."

"You dont know…"

"Shut the fuck up, unlike you she's not perverted.!!!"

"Oh, Im pretty sure she is. I mean, she's an adult, and adults do sex all time, so…"

"Shut up, this is embarrassing."

After a few seconds the girl realizes that she wasn't seeing out of her left eye.

"What…" she touches her eye with her hand and realizes she was blindfolded with something, and that blindfold didn't end at the eye. Tapping the blindfold, she realizes that the blindfold covered the left side of her face and a huge compress covered her nose. "What is it?"

"…"

" Himeno, what happened?" the girl asks seriously staring at her fearing the answer.

Y/N felt her stomach flutter with anxiety.

"That demon hit you in the face before throwing you into the wall…don't you remember?"

"Oh…so he did it?"

In fact, the woman didn't realize that he had done this to her before she was hit by the wall.

"…."

"How ugly it's this?"

"Well, I can't tell with it all covered up, but it's still hideously ugly and incredibly scary to someone looking. No offense, Y/N."

"Himeno, this isn't helping."

"Y/N think positive, let's be eyeless' partners!"

"WAIT, DID I LOSE MY EYE?????" the woman gets up scared by the news.

"You didn't expect the doctors to get your eye back after that all, did you?"

"But am I really without the eye, like there's a hole where my eye used to be,or did my eye just go blind?"

"My god, which of these options would comfort you?"

"NONE!!!"

"Fucking hell."

"HIMENO, FUCKING ANSWER ME. FUCK, I FEEL LIKE I'M GOING TO LOSE MY HEAD TOO."

"I fear you are without the eye."

Y/N widens her eyes.

"I WANNA DIE!"

"Y/N no drama, calm down."

"How do you want me to calm down, when I'M WITHOUT AN FUCKING EYE HIMENO?! HOWW?"

"If you don't calm down I'm going to punch you and knock you out."

"AND WHAT IF IT MAKES ME LOSE MY OTHER EYE, UH???"

"Dude, you are not ok."

"WOULD YOU BE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE DAMA-?"

A punch.

A punch was what Y/N felt before falling asleep again.

[Time skip]

Y/N is one of the strongest agents the Demon Hunters have, she has a contract with 2 demons, but unfortunately now she can only use one…the right one.

But, her right eye is temporarily blinded when she summons the jellyfish demon, so now this demon was useless to her, once she lost her left eye.

And to make things worse, it was the most powerful demon she had a contract with.

When she woke up, her head was unbandaged and when she looked in the mirror, she had a huge fright.

"Himeno, I swear I'll be the reason for your death."

The girl's right eye was there, in her face, without any holes, but the eye was still blind.

The girl sighs in relief.

Himeno knew that.

The doctors had informed her of that, since Himeno and Takeda were responsible for the girl in the hospital.

Now, the woman was making her way to Makima's office, her heart pounding as hard as a drum could.

When the redhead found out that the youngest was at work again, it didn't take long to call her…even though it was 10:40 pm, and work closed at 11:00 pm.

She sees herself in a mirror there, and adjusts her tie and combs her hair, hiding some strands over her left eye, she didn't have an eye patch, Himeno promised her that she would give her one, but since she didn't have one for her left eye, she just ordered one for the friend.

As soon as she arrives at the crush's office door, Y/N takes a deep breath and raises her hand with a closed fist ready to knock on the door, but before she could do that she reaches down, and grabs her legs, feeling her heart race. even more, ready to burst into tears at any minute.

She already had anxiety for years, and that's why she took medication.

Y/N takes a pill out of her pants, taking it without water, and within a few minutes, she felt that wave of anxiety slowly disperse.

Taking courage up her ass, she gets up, takes a deep breath and fixing her appearance, knocks on the door.

"Come in~" Makima's voice could be heard a few seconds later, it was as if the redhead was packing her things, and the girl's suspicions were confirmed as soon as she opened the door and saw the superior putting everything in a brown handbag, probably made of leather.

"You called me?" the newest question, not knowing exactly what to ask.

"Yes, are you better?"

"Yes Miss thank you." she responds respectfully, and putting her hands behind her body, when she feels them shake.

As much as she wanted to look Makima in the eye, she couldn't.

The girl's self-esteem had been destroyed since the incident with the demon.

"Come with me." the redhead affirms, as she walks in firm steps towards the exit of her office.

The young woman silently follows the superior, through the corridors of the Public Security HQ, until they enter the elevator.

Makima held her hands behind her body, with the typical smile on her face as she waited, with the young woman, for the elevator to reach its destination.

"Um, Makima where exactly are we going?" the young woman asks as soon as she plucks up the courage.

"My house." the eldest responds, not moving a muscle to glare at Y/N, who in turn was perplexed.

Once the elevator reaches the ground floor and opens, Makima gets out and walks to a black car, being followed by Y/N.

Then she opens the front passenger door next to the driver's seat.

Nervously, Y/N thanks the woman, as she sits up and hears the door close, seconds later she hears the driver's door open, and from the corner of her eye she watches Makima enter.

As soon as she gets in, she closes the door and starts the engine.

The rest of the ride home was in complete silence.

Y/N was very nervous, and Makima herself noticed it, just by seeing the woman's body shaking you could see that she was almost dying of embarrassment.

"Cold?"

"Hu?" Makima's question left Y/N in utter confusion.

"Are you shivering, are you cold?"

"Oh yes." the tallest/shortest mind, not to let Makima know that she was actually nervous…

"I'll turn on the car fan heater then."

When Makima gets home, she parks her car in the apartment's garage.

Two more things the girl now knew about Makima:

1: Makima was the one who drove home, and she didn't have a personal driver…unless he dismissed the driver just that day to have a trip alone with the younger one (but Y/N immediately dismissed that thought, after all because Would Makima do that for her?)

2: Makima lives in an apartment.

As soon as the redhead puts the key in the door lock and turns it, she faces the younger one with a smile on her face.

"Get ready."

"Oh?For wh"

Both enter the apartment, and are attacked by a bunch ofsuper happy Huskies.

Was it 6 or 7? Y/N couldn't tell because of the shock she had received.

However, she fell in love with the dogs, without effort.

"Oh I love Huskies!" she says laughing as she sits down, allowing herself to be knocked down by the dogs that didn't even know her until then, but that proved to be very receptive and sociable with the human.

Makima laughs and tilts his head, apreciating the way Y/N was having fun with the animals.

"Yup,someone new is here~ How nice, huh?" the redhead says, stroking the head of one of the dogs with her right hand, and the ears of another with her left. "This is Y/N. Say hi woof woof."

The dogs barked happily in response, making Makima smile a little wider.

A while later and only 3 of the dogs were awake, while the others fell asleep with so much energy they spent.

"Glad you like dogs." she asserts, gaining the attention of the young woman who has completely forgotten about the scar on her eye, being able to stare at her without any hesitation, even though her heart is pounding with adrenaline for the dogs and the woman.

"Um, why?"

"It would be a huge problem if you didn't like it or were allergic."

"Ah…" the youngest turned her attention to the dogs again.

"Well, do you want something to eat?" Makima asks as she sits on the couch, being greeted by affectionate licks from two of her dogs.

"It might be."

Y/N was starving.

Makima then gets up.

"There's black tea, green tea, and barley tea. Which one do you want?"

"Any one it's nice to me." Y/N gets up and follows her into the kitchen.

"Oh, it's true there's some tiramisu too, try it myself!" Makima says as she stops making tea and starts chopping up dessert. Y/N in turn was very excited about the idea of tasting a food that Makima made herself. Y/N returns to sit on the couch and Makima follows, a plate with the tablecloth in her hand. "Ah ah, that's not for you. I wasn't calling you."

"What?"

"Ah…this one's name is Tiramisu. That's me, my name is Tiramisu." Makima played with her furry friend's paws as she watched the flushed and excited expression of the woman in front of her.

Y/N then chuckles, putting the back of her hand in front of her mouth.

"Oh hello Tiramisu. Nice to meed you." the young woman leans forward slightly, stroking the animal's fur, just inches from Makima's belly.

"The one you're petting is ca Cust ard."

"What a weird name." she mutters back, making Makima laugh. "Oh, I'm sorry. But the name is cute!"

"Who wants a treat ?" Makima asks the animals, as she picks up the food.

Even those who were sleeping woke up and everyone ran to Makima knocking her down and forcing her to lie down, while she handed the biscuits to the dogs in the process.

"This is like…the best place in the world." Y/N mumbles to herself, and since the dogs were making so much noise, Makima couldn't hear.

Y/N watches as a fucking blushing Makima gets licked by the animals as she laughs.

Dirty thoughts started to invade the younger one's mind, thinking about what it would be like to see Makima's angelic face sweating while she fucked her.

Immediately, Makima switches his attention from the animals to Y/N.

At that moment Y/N wondered if Makima heard her perverted thoughts.

"Oh, is it?" Makima brings her out of her thoughts as she stares at the woman sitting across from her with a lopsided smile.

Y/N didn't know how to act, and just kept staring at the redhead who slowly sat up.

"Boys, get out of here." the redhead tells the animals, who immediately left the place.

Makima leans forward, placing his hand on top of the woman's hand.

"Well, you managed to defeat the metal demon, I promised I would reward you, didn't I?"

"Yes…"

"Do you want to be rewarded?" Makima asks, close to Y/N's face.

"I want…"

"Very or not?"

"Very."

"Hm very nice…."

In an act that Y/N couldn't even process, Makima laid the girl down on the couch, positioning himself between the younger's bent legs and grabbing her hands, above her head, while his other hand roamed the girl's defined waist.

"Good girl."

Y/N was blushing the fuck out, yet she felt like she was being mesmerized by the redhead's spiraling yellow eyes, unable to look away even to blink her eyes.

Her mouth was open in a perfect "o", and Makima then closed the younger one's mouth with her own lips.

Y/N was too shocked to reciprocate Makima's kiss, but as soon as the redhead's hand goes from her leg, up to the youngest's jaw and squeezing it in protest, crossing the entire side of her body, Y/N then lets herself be carried away by the so expected kiss, which was only lived in her dreams.

The older then leaves her jaw, and moves her hands to the girl's uterus, crossing her breasts, giving one of them a slight squeeze, eliciting a sigh that soon became a moan from Y/N.

Makima rests his hand on the woman's uterine part for a few seconds, before moving up to her upper thigh, very close to her crotch, now wetter than the ocean.

As soon as the two women ended the kiss, due to lack of air, Makima watched the expression on the younger's face, noting the somewhat erotic expression that Y/N was giving, which excited Makima even more, and only then lowered her head to Y/N' left ear.

"I'm gonna to fuck you until you forget you love me."

Part 2?

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Aki Staying With You

Aki Hayakawa X FemReader

Rating: T

Warnings: Mentions of drunks, smoking, kind of depressed Aki, but mostly fluff

Word Count: 1.1k

(A/N:) Hello followers and readers I am not dead! Still super busy and majority of the time when I do have a little moment to write my hands hurt too bad to even try. I’m ready for things to start slowing down. I actually had a pretty good day today where I could try to write so I did! I’ve had this idea since October but didn’t have the time to get it wrote. I was going to save it until New Years when I should be back to my normal creative self. But since I’ve been so absent I decided not to do that to y’all. I had it wrote so I should get it posted so there’s something new before then. So I look forward to be back, but until then enjoy this that has been swimming and torturing me for months! XD Until next time happy reading! And have a safe and fun Christmas! ~Countess

It was always a rare occasion when Aki was able to come around. Majority of the time he was overwhelmingly busy with work and then his free time was keeping his two wards under constant supervision. But when those rare moments of solitude and freedom came around you could find Aki haunting the rooms of your house. It was these times you knew everything was beginning to take a hold of him. He couldn’t stand to be alone with his dark thoughts, especially with horrible memories battering his mental stronghold. So he came to you for support and quiet solace that chased the dreadful feelings away. This time was no different. With Makima dealing with Denji and Power, Aki found himself alone in his apartment. Normally he wished every day that they would go away but this was one of those moments where he didn’t need the quiet. So it was time to call in backup.

As soon as your phone screen flashed with his name you knew exactly what he needed. Not thirty minutes later Aki stepped through your front door, freshly showered and clothed for sleep. His eyes, surrounded by darkened rings of exhaustion. He stalked into your living room and fell right into your couch with a heavy sigh. You didn’t say a word as you let him have his moment, acting like you never even noticed the fact that he felt anything else besides pure hatred for devils and his stoic personality. This was your relationship. He never asked for more from you and you never asked more from him. He couldn’t handle getting this close to someone from work, that’s why he could swear that you are a heaven sent to him. You didn’t ask questions, you didn’t turn him away at any moment, you were just there a quiet, sturdy, unchanging friend when he needed it most.

Now as night had fallen Aki couldn’t bring himself to leave you. You didn’t have a guest room but you could trust Aki to be a natural gentleman so he always occupied the other side of your bed with you whenever he stayed around. Your soft breaths of sleep lulled him, but the storming ocean of his mind refused to settle. He watched you for a few moments your chest rising up and down as soft snores from your parted lips caused a smile to come to his. Your hair curtained your soft rosy cheeks, he decided to get up and go smoke before the temptation of touching you became too much. Aki did know you both had feelings for one another, your feminine whiles as you called them called to his inner self that he suppressed every time he came around. But as a Devil Hunter he refused to explore them. 

As he stepped onto your outdoor balcony the cooler air stirring his black locks he remembered the first time he tried smoking inside your apartment. You almost pushed him over the railing to the bustling streets below, you couldn’t get him out fast enough. After that you bought an ash tray just for him to keep there outside. You even bought him a chair so that if he grew tired of standing he always had a place to rest. He chuckled lightly placing the cigarette between his lips and lighting it with his trusty lighter. Blowing smoke to the wind he watched it dissipate with the gentle breeze before taking another drag. The coals that burned away the tobacco lit up the darkened world as the city slept, minus a few straggling bar patrons that weaved back and forth in drunken stupors. Aki lost himself once more into his raging thoughts, so much so he didn’t hear your sliding doors open or notice you come outside until you were standing right next to him. Your normally perfect hair mussed from sleep while draped in a warm blanket from your bed wrapped around you as tightly as possible. Still you shivered from the cold. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you into his side. You snuggled deeply, fitting against him like a puzzle piece that was always meant to be right there at all times.

“Can’t sleep,” you asked after several seconds passed you both by.

“Mind won’t quiet down,” he shrugged taking another deep drag from the cigarette.

  “That happens to me sometimes,” you nodded before looking down at the people he was just staring at. “Must be nice being so care free you can just get drunk and go home late whenever you want.”

“Or they’re drinking to forget something,” Aki pointed out.

“True,” you agreed. “But does that guy look like he’s been drinking to forget things?” You pointed to one man below giggling like a child before disappearing down an alleyway. Aki’s lips pulled into a thoughtful pout.

“Most likely not.”

“Point made.”

“But what about that one,” he grinned slyly pointing towards one man at an empty bus stop bawling himself into a blubbering stupor.

“And your point as been made as well. Poor dear.”

“Ah don’t feel sorry for him he’s the one drowning himself in booze instead of taking care of the problem.”

You nuzzled in deeper, “When did my sweet Aki get to be so cruel to his fellow man?”

His dark eyebrow arched and a small dusting of pink took to his cheeks. Though if you pointed that out he’d just blame it on the cool temperature. “Since you met me,” he replied immediately before snuffing out his cigarette butt. “Now let’s go inside before you catch a cold. I already have to care for two children I don’t need a third.”

“Hey,” you pouted dragging your feet so he would have to push harder, “you could catch a cold too and I would have to take care of you!”

“Doubtful. But if you’ll hurry up and get to bed I’ll make you breakfast in the morning.”

“An Aki special breakfast?!?!”

He nodded and you squealed in delight taking off for the bedroom, Aki right on your heels. You spread the blanket you had stolen from said bed earlier back out before getting back under the several blankets. Aki joined you laying to where he could watch you for a little longer before he finally fell under a deep sleep. You scooted closer right against him your bright eyes penetrating deep into the darker depths of his. You smiled warmly, eyes fluttering close before you fell back to sleep. Aki calmed his racing heart before taking you into his arms. With you embraced protectively against him, he finally released all that kept him from relaxing and it wasn’t much longer after you that he fell right to sleep. He promised you before losing all consciousness to cook you the best breakfast you ever had in the morning.

[cyllres]

Devil | JJK x Makima! Reader

Chapter 26

"I've organized the reports from our sources on recent unnatural deaths and disappearances," Kento said, pointing at the map plastered on the board. "This should help us narrow down the culprit's hideout."

“Aw yeah! Are we storming in?” Yuuji asked, enthusiasm evident in his voice.

“No, this is just an approximation. I'll continue to investigate this matter, but I'd like you two to handle a different task,” Kento said, glancing at the two of you before pinning a photo of a boy on the board. “This is the boy who was at the theater, Yoshino Junpei. Apparently, he goes to the same school as the victims.” Kento then clicked on the remote, lighting up the screen beside the board to show CCTV footage. “Based on the surveillance footage and how he carried himself, I believe it’s unlikely he could be a curse user.” Your eyes narrowed as you studied Junpei, who appeared frantic in the footage. “However, if he is related to the victims, that changes things.”

“Curse user?” you asked, your tone curious but with a hint of skepticism.

“A jujutsu sorcerer with evil intent,” Kento replied, placing a hand on his hip. “I've entrusted the process to Ijichi, so I'd like you two to investigate Yoshino Junpei.”

Ijichi and Yuuji both placed a hand on their foreheads in a salute. “Roger!” Yuuji responded eagerly. “Speaking of which, I don’t know any assistants other than you,” he added, looking at Ijichi.

“Well, I’m the only one who knows you’re still alive, so by necessity…” Ijichi trailed off.

“Makes sense! Let’s go!” Yuuji said enthusiastically, opening the door. You followed him, giving Kento and Ijichi a brief nod before leaving the room. You knew Kento already had an idea of the culprit’s location, and while you were intrigued by the curse, you couldn’t risk putting Yuuji in another dangerous situation.

As you reached the bottom of the stairs, Yuuji suddenly stopped. “Hold on,” he said, turning back and heading up the stairs again, prompting you to follow.

“Nanami-sensei,” Yuuji said enthusiastically, gently pushing Ijichi, who was by the door.

“Yuuji-?” Ijichi said, regaining his balance.

“I forgot to say something.” Yuuji smiled warmly. “Be careful, okay?” he said to Kento.

“Yuuji-kun,” Nanami started, “I am not a teacher, so please drop the honorifics.”

“How about Nanamin?!” You playfully suggested with a grin as you also lean by the doorway.

“You two want a smacking?” Kento replied, his expression unamused.

-

“There he is,” Ijichi pointed at the boy walking casually. You sat quietly in the back seat beside Yuuji, looking disinterested while Yuuji intently watched Junpei.

Junpei was a thin young man with black eyes and shoulder-length black hair. His bangs, parted to the side, covered the right side of his face.

“Huh? He's not in uniform?” Yuuji asked, curiosity evident in his voice.

“It looks like he hasn't attended school for some time,” Ijichi replied, continuing to drive as he followed the boy.

“The same could be said for me,” Yuuji remarked, then glanced at you. “How are the others doing?”

A brief flashback of Panda spinning you around while Toge stood ready to catch you played in your mind. It was one of the reasons you preferred missions over training—you were bored, and missions felt more purposeful. Plus who does not hate being thrown away? Nobara might feel betrayed by your absence, but you didn't really care.

“Kugisaki-san and Fushiguro-san are doing well,” you answered. “Sugar too; he’s being taken care of by them.” Your tone softened a bit when you mentioned the dog. Yuuji gave you a brief smile before turning back to Ijichi.

“So, what are we gonna do?” Yuuji asked, shifting his attention.

“We’ll use that,” Ijichi said, referring to the caged cursed spirits on the passenger seat. “It's a fly head. A low-level curse that doesn't even qualify as fourth grade. When there's no one around, we’ll have it attack him.”

“Attack?!” Yuuji exclaimed, surprised.

“One: if he is a normal person who can't perceive curses, please rescue him,” Ijichi explained. “Two: if he can perceive it but has no means to fight back, again, please rescue him. Three: if he exorcises the fly head with jujutsu, we’ll restrain him immediately.” Ijichi adjusted his glasses, his expression serious.

“By force?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, by force. It’s fine if it turns out to be a misunderstanding. We can apologize later. However, Four: if he's potentially as strong as a grade 2 sorcerer, Y/n-san would restrain him while we retreat and meet back up with Mr. Nanami.”

“Huh, why should we leave Y/n alone?” Yuuji asked, worry evident in his voice as he glanced at you.

“An assistant would immediately be called to her side for an ‘emergency mission.’ Y/n-san has already been graded as a special grade after that mission and is taking first grade to special grade-tier missions,” Ijichi explained, prompting Yuuji to look at you with amazement.

“Really? Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked but quickly deadpanned, placing air quotes. “It's because you didn’t ask,” he bantered, making you laugh a bit.

“We're walking from here,” Ijichi announced as he parked the car. The three of you got out and silently followed Junpei while Yuuji held a small curse spirit with wings in a cage covered with talismans.

-

Yuuji and Ijichi exchanged a quick glance and mumbled something under their breath.

"You two are ridiculous," you sighed, leaning casually against a nearby post. Despite your comment, they ignored you and positioned themselves to open the cage.

“WAIT—” Yuuji tried to warn Ijichi as he noticed another person approaching, but it was too late—the curse was already gone. “Crap!” Yuuji sprang into action, chasing after the Flyhead while you watched him with a mix of amusement and disinterest. Noticing Junpei make a hand sign, signaling a cursed technique, you shifted from your relaxed stance and ran after Yuuji, eyes narrowing with interest.

“STOP!” Yuuji yelled at the small curse, now holding it firmly. Junpei and the older man he was speaking with turned to look at him in confusion. “Ow! Dammit!” Yuuji groaned as he collided with a pole. Instinctively, you stepped forward, placing yourself between Yuuji and the strangers, your gaze locked onto Junpei with a penetrating intensity.

Junpei flinched slightly under your scrutiny, but quickly masked his discomfort, accustomed to the disdainful looks people often gave him.

"Are you alright?" you asked Yuuji, your tone softening for a moment.

“Thank goodness,” Yuuji muttered, rubbing his head.

“What, is he a gymnast?” the older man asked, bewildered. You glanced at them, but before you could respond, Yuuji took a step forward, his focus entirely on Junpei.

“Hey, I've got some questions for you,” Yuuji said, ignoring the older man completely. “Would you come with me?”

“Hey, can’t you see I’m talking to him? How rude!” the man grumbled, reaching to grab Yuuji, but you swiftly intervened, your hand clamping down on his arm.

“Excuse us,” you said, your voice firm as your eyes locked onto his with a cold glare. The man shuddered, but before he could react further, your expression shifted into a polite smile. “He’s an old friend of ours. We’d like some time alone to talk about something important.” Your tone was sweet, but the underlying threat was unmistakable.

“Huh? Important? What do you kids know? And what’s with that—” The man’s rant was abruptly cut off when Yuuji suddenly yanked down his pants, revealing a pair of bright red striped shorts. His face turned beet red.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING, YOU LITTLE SHIT?!” the man screamed, desperately trying to pull his pants back up while Yuuji tugged at them. You deadpanned as Junpei watched in bewilderment. “Stop! Please stop!” the man pleaded, but Yuuji didn’t relent, running off with the man’s pants as the latter tripped over himself.

“Please don’t run off with them!” the man yelled, but Yuuji had already disappeared around the corner, leaving the man to chase after him in a frantic sprint.

“What the fuck just happened?” Junpei deadpanned, still processing the chaotic scene. You merely shrugged, turning your attention back to him.

"Who are you?" you asked, your polite smile back in place. Despite the friendliness in your tone, something about your smile unsettled Junpei, like it was a mask hiding something far more dangerous. “I’m Itadori Y/n, but you can call me Y/n.” You stepped closer to him, your eyes subtly analyzing him.

You hummed thoughtfully. ‘His cursed energy is low, just slightly above a normal human’s, but still not strong enough to perform a significant cursed technique,’ you mused, recalling the incident at the movie theater. Junpei swallowed hard, sensing your scrutiny.

“Yoshino—” Junpei began, but he was interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching. Both of you turned to see Yuuji walking up, surprisingly calm.

“Okay, now, let’s go!” Yuuji said, as if nothing had happened.

“Huh, that was fast!” Junpei remarked, genuinely impressed. “Did you go around the block!?”

Yuuji nodded. “You didn’t have to go through all that,” Junpei added. “You both could’ve just dragged me away.”

“Well, we could still do that,” you quipped with a smile that made Junpei shiver. “But you hate that guy, don’t you?” you added, glancing in the direction the man had run off. “He smells like a scummy person.”

“How do you…?” Junpei started, confused by your accuracy.

“Just a hunch,” you replied, smiling sweetly as you turned back to him.

“You don’t want someone you hate hanging around your house, right?” Yuuji asked. “Let’s head over there for now.”

Junpei hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Sure,” he agreed, following the two of you.

-

As you sat at the edge of the river, you couldn't help but giggle at the sight before you. To others, you might have looked like an ordinary girl, simply amused by the way the light danced on the water, but your focus was entirely on Pochita. The curse, in his canine form, was splashing around, trying to catch fish with a determination that made you smile. With a triumphant bark, Pochita finally snagged a fish and, in a playful gesture, tossed it toward you. You quickly dodged, laughing even harder as the fish landed with a wet slap on the solid ground. Pochita rushed to the shore, teeth bared as he tried to bite into the fish's head, his antics making you laugh even more.

“Stop, stop seriously,” you giggled, waving your hand to dismiss Pochita before he drew too much attention.

A few steps behind you, your brother Yuuji and Junpei were deep in conversation. Yuuji's voice, tinged with frustration, cut through the peaceful atmosphere as he gripped both his phone and a small curse he held. “Forget it! I'll just ask him!” Yuuji exclaimed, turning to face Junpei.

Dusting off your pants, you stood and approached the two boys, catching the tail end of their conversation. “Listen, some people died at the theater you went to the other day,” Yuuji began, his tone serious. “Did you happen to see anything? Something creepy like this, maybe?” He raised his hand, showing the curse to Junpei.

Junpei hesitated before answering, “No, I didn't. I've only recently started seeing those clearly.”

Yuuji nodded thoughtfully. “I see. Well, I've got nothing else to ask then!” he said, his tone shifting back to its usual enthusiasm as he quickly exorcised the curse.

Junpei blinked in surprise. “Huh? That's it?” he asked, glancing at Yuuji who had now plopped down next to him on the stairs.

“Could you still wait until our boss, sort of, shows up?” Yuuji requested, his eyes earnest. You joined them, sitting beside your brother.

“Hey, what were you watching at the movie theater?” you asked, genuinely curious.

“Oh yeah! Me and N/n-chan love watching movies! Even the bad ones,” Yuuji chimed in, grinning at you as you nodded in agreement. “Have you ever watched something so bad it turned out to be good?” he asked, his enthusiasm contagious.

Junpei, a bit more at ease now, shrugged and answered, “I was watching a repeat screening of an old movie. You two probably wouldn't know about it.”

“Come on, tell us!” Yuuji encouraged, leaning in closer.

After a brief pause, Junpei finally admitted, “... Earthworm 3.”

Both you and Yuuji groaned in unison. “That one was super boring!” you couldn't help but blurt out, and Yuuji nodded emphatically.

Despite your reaction, Junpei found himself relieved. It was strange, but for once, he felt like he was just a regular teenager having a normal conversation. No judgment, no fear, just simple, human interaction.

“I got hit so many times over that,” Yuuji murmured, rubbing his cheek as if the memory still stung.

“Honestly, it was. But it was just a splatter film, after all,” Junpei agreed, his voice a little lighter. “Maybe we never should've expected anything from it. But part two—”

“But part two was pretty good, wasn't it?” Yuuji cut in enthusiastically, with you nodding in agreement.

“Yeah! Exactly!” Junpei said, a genuine smile spreading across his face. “It really had some redeemable qualities!”

As the conversation flowed, you suddenly felt something off. A familiar presence tugged at the edge of your senses, its aura dark and twisted, like a shadow of someone you once knew. You breathed deeply, trying to pinpoint its location, but it was elusive, almost as if it was intentionally toying with you.

‘It smells like Geto, but it’s so rotten,’ you thought, a wave of unease washing over you. Your hand instinctively moved to your mouth as you suppressed the urge to summon Pochita, your breath hitching slightly.

“N/n? N/n-chan? Y/n?” Yuuji’s concerned voice broke through your thoughts. You looked up at him, forcing a reassuring smile.

“Yuuji, I’m calling Yasu-san over to pick me up. I feel a bit sick in the stomach. Please get home safely,” you said, your voice calm despite the turmoil inside. You turned to Junpei. “Yoshino-kun, take care of my brother, okay?”

“Yasu-san?” Yuuji asked, his eyes filled with worry and confusion.

“He’s one of the managers I know. Don’t worry, he’s reliable. I know he’s either at his dorm or doing college stuff, whatever,” you reassured him as you stood up. Without waiting for a response, you hurried up the stairs, following the ominous presence. But instead of contacting Yasu, your fingers dialed a different number—Satoru Gojo.

Cursing under your breath, you realized the signal was too weak to get through. Frustration mounted as you broke into a run, your footsteps echoing against the concrete walls.

Rounding a corner, you collided with a black-haired woman. “Oh, sorry!” you apologized hastily, not even sparing her a glance as you continued your pursuit of the elusive presence. The woman's eyes followed you as you disappeared into the distance.

-

“Gojo-sensei,” you called out as your breath finally caught up with you. The moment you heard the familiar tone on the other end, you didn’t wait for pleasantries.

“Getou-sensei… he’s dead, isn’t he?” you asked, your voice trembling slightly, betraying the calm exterior you tried to maintain. There was a brief pause on the other end, the silence almost deafening before Satoru responded.

“Yes,” he confirmed, his voice steady, leaving no room for doubt.

“Then… why—why do I still smell him?” you pressed, your heart pounding faster with each step you took. The city around you blurred as you pushed yourself to move faster, your stamina dwindling but the fear driving you forward.

“Where are you, Y/n?” Satoru’s tone shifted, urgency creeping into his voice.

“Kawasaki, I think… somewhere around here,” you admitted, glancing around the unfamiliar streets as they sped past.

“Y/n, listen to me carefully. Send me your location right now. I’ll have Nanami come pick you up. Whatever you see, don’t do anything drastic,” Satoru instructed, his words firm yet laced with concern.

You bit your lip, feeling a swell of frustration. Ignoring his instructions, you ended the call and tucked your phone away. There wasn’t time for backup. The presence was growing stronger, closer, pulling you toward it like a magnet. You found a nearby sewer grate and quickly descended into the damp, echoing tunnels below. The stench was overwhelming, but all you could focus on was the sickly, familiar scent that made your skin crawl.

You summoned Pochita, the little curse barking in acknowledgment before darting down one of the tunnels, his small form vanishing into the shadows. Your steps slowed as the unease grew. Each echo of your footfall felt like a countdown, the fear gnawing at your resolve. It was as though knowing who—or what—was at the end of this tunnel would kill you, but not knowing would be worse.

Your legs gave out, the weight of dread pressing down until you were forced to crawl. You reached the corner and cautiously peeked out from behind a post, your breath catching in your throat at the sight before you.

A man stood there, hooded, his back turned to you. He was tall, his presence commanding, almost suffocating. Your heart hammered in your chest as you silently summoned a pistol into your hand, your cursed energy barely flickering to life. It was weak, so weak, but it was enough to draw the attention of the man and the cursed spirit beside him.

“Fuck,” you whispered under your breath, gripping the pistol tighter as the man turned slightly, revealing more of his face. He whistled, and from the rubble nearby, a curse emerged, its laughter grating and chilling.

“Just like I thought, that sorcerer is nuts!” the cursed spirit cackled. It had a human-like appearance, with a patchwork face stitched together in a grotesque imitation of life. Long, grayish-blue hair fell past its neck, tied into three large sections. Its entire body bore the same stitches, making it look like a puppet sewn together from mismatched parts.

“You guys went all out,” the man remarked, his voice familiar yet twisted, sending a cold shiver down your spine. You gulped, trying to make sense of what you were seeing. It seemed like him, but not him…

“Getou! Lemme borrow your clothes!” the curse demanded, its tone mocking as it glanced over at the man. Your pulse quickened as the man finally turned around to face you. His eyes, once warm, now seemed devoid of that softness, replaced by something darker, more sinister.

“Getou-sensei?” you called out, your voice eerily calm, though panic clawed at your insides. The man—Getou—smirked, his expression almost amused.

“Oh my, interesting,” he mused, his gaze settling on you. Your breath hitched as you took in his appearance. He looked exactly like the last time you saw him, but something was off—horribly off. Stitches ran across his scalp, and his skin was an unnatural shade, pale and lifeless. It was him, and yet it wasn’t.

“Y/n-chan, long time no see,” ‘Getou’ greeted you, his voice the same as you remembered, but the warmth and familiarity you once knew was almost too fake. It was like hearing a ghost speak.

Your hands shook as you raised the pistol slightly. “Who… who are you?” you demanded, your voice wavering as you stared at the man who wore Getou’s face like a mask, the man who couldn’t possibly be him.

-

Kape?: https://ko-fi.com/cyllres

[raimoka]

— “언제 이루어질까. “

ᐢ..ᐢ ﹒ headcanons !

★ PAIRING: csm ,, pjsk & reader.

tags ➜ gender isn't mentioned, light fluff, makima is asexual.

⋆ author's notes: i think this is very short but i have no ideas left www.

send an order!! → guide ❀ flowers ←

୨♡୧ flowers are glamorous like you

they reminisce about their memories along with you—and they can recall a particular thing and that was a flower. the glint of fondness was displayed on your hues as you held the flower between your hands, the flower was glamorous and coordinate with you, however you were far more beautiful.

and now they sat here on the brown circle chair with a bouquet of flowers containing various flowers that coordinated with you well, it reminded them of you and thought about how much you love it but a thought lingered in their mind and that was how the flowers smelled nice... so beautiful, and— the flowers were gone, no they fucking ate it!?

: ̗̀➛ power, denji, beam.

୨♡୧ the sweetness of your lips... and flowers

valentine's day. it was a event several individuals mainly those who had crushes and lovers celebrated that previously mentioned event, and as for them, they didn't have time for such a thing—especially being a devil hunter.

but since it was a day off—instead of relaxing—they decided to celebrate this event with you, remembering your infatuation towards chocolates, especially the sweetness of it.

and so when they invited you over, you appeared to be filled with enthusiasm which make the corners of their lips lift -even if it's just the slightest-. knowing them, you thought they'd no time so when you passed a shop, a thought entered your mind but it hovered on the back of your mind and stayed there till they gifted you.

you gifted them kisses as a gift; your lips tasted like the chocolates, leaving a trail of ghost kisses on their cheeks and on the bridge of their nose.

: ̗̀➛ aki, akari, angel, kishibe, quanxi.

୨♡୧ what is valentine's day

like the text above, what is valentine's day? as for them, valentines is either non-existent to them unless you wanna celebrate it meanwhile the other one doesn't actually know what it is.

: ̗̀➛ makima, galgali, half of the fiends and devils.

extra ; kobeni would be a shaking mess and you'd be the one to do it for her first before she gives you her gift.

୨♡୧ operation: make chocolates for name

they've been ready about this—aka valentine's day. and so their friends concluded to help them out with making chocolates filled with love for you, it came in various shapes; squares, hearts, bunnies, and lastly a normal one.

as a gift for gratitude, you gave them 'why i love you letter' and jar filled with hand-made star papers with small letters inside them to cheer them up!

: ̗̀➛ nene, rui, tsukasa, emu.

୨♡୧ a favor to return

they're extremely busy with studies, works and more. they sometimes forget it's valentine's day, so being their partner you gifted them instead. sometimes they don't like owing people but it's you after all.

: ̗̀➛ mafuyu, kanade, ena, shiho, haruka.

୨♡୧ the cookies are burned...

valentine's day! It was a day they've been excited for, and so they were determined to make you cookies as it seemed like the easiest option for a beginner—and because it won't probably take a lot of time.

they were enthusiastic, a bit too much to the point where they lost track of time and ended burning the cookies, it surprised you but you gifted them.

: ̗̀➛ minori, emu, kohane, an, saki, mizuki.

extra ; honami cooks one herself, meanwhile ichika has honami to help her.

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[winxanity-ii]

hey! here to say i’m sorry for the hate and vitriol you received from people angry the character wasn’t white? it’s funny because most media and the world is made for them so to get angry at the few things that aren’t? very entitled but also very fitting for white people

okay, i've been waiting for another ask like this to be sent becasue i'm too shaky to go back to the ones i've had sitting in my inbox for weeks😭, this might be a bit long, but bear with me, i can't help but making sure all points are covered.

so please, welcome how one of my character development moments came to be.... (p.s, sorry for the meme reactions they help me cope/try to remember the entire thing in a more humorous light 🫶🏾)

so basically, the entire issue that pushed me to lashout/get defensive/etc, was because i naively assumed that my thought process would be understood by everyone that came across my book, but in truth, it was more of a miscommunication issue that was exasperated by my using of random signifiers/hair types.

the miscommunications was when some assumed that by me giving the Reader has red hair and yellow eyes, i was assigning characteristics/making an OC, when in reality, i just gave Reader the main characteristics makima—the character who the whole personality is based on—had, which is: red/aurburn hair and yellow eyes.

now, this is where everything went down hill...

see, i tried to do this thing where once in a while, the readers skin tone/hair type was mention/hinted in an insignificant way, like saying:

"You pulled your hair into a bun, the soft curls tangling around your fingers in almost playful resistance; with an annoyed huff, you gave up, letting it fall however it wanted to."

or

"He grabbed your hands, captivated by the way they seemed to fit perfectly in his, unable to stop the adoring comparison; they were smaller than his, the warmth of your sun-kissed skin contrasting softly against his paler shade."

at random, like one moment it'll be curls, the next, straight, etc. ya know? but i also was kinda (read: was in fact) practicing my writing skills overall.

i adore reading—it's one main hyperfixation—so i just wanted to create what i've never had. and my writing style allows me to share this with those who've always felt the same, yet never had the guts/confidence to do it themselves...

anyways, getting back on track, combining the two, i had NUMEROUS angry/upset comments on all the platforms i posted it claiming that i was fishing for reads with a 'fake Reader' and how i needed to put blatant disclaimers that this was a Black OC—yes, you read that right ALL: wattpad, ao3, here, and quotev (especially quotev and here👀).

now, i understand the first part about fishing for reads by using an OC—i've had my fair shares of reading and going "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT?!" when getting duped by a good ass fic—but what lost me was that there were more anger about it being a 'Black OC' instead of just being an OC at all 💀💀 like WHAT???

i was so confused (and a bit pissed) because there's no way someone the word 'tan' or 'brown' and automatically assume 'black reader' as if other racial minorities doesn't exist.

like, if i really wanted to make a black reader i would have done way more effort to showcase it, not use a flimsy word or two, but let me stop here before i make an entire essay 💀

also, i'd like to give a small apology first on behalf of not communicating better; like stated before, i'm new to the sudden boom off attention and did not know how to properly deal with an huge influx of commentary.

though i knew it shouldn't have bothered me, the more negative ones stuck out more, so i distanced myself from interacting in general so i wouldn't have to see them at all.

i'll still be distant, but i'll do better at showcasing my appreciation in other ways ❤️❤️

but yeah, that's what happened, but no worries, i just had to suck it up, take a lil break and get back on my writing shit 😎 bad days don't stop these 'tismic delusions ❤️ see you guys soon...