#madness combat x child! reader

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Child reader getting kidnapped by tricky and jebus goes after him

I got distracted when I was drawing this. Was watching a iceberg iceberg video.

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♢JESTER!READER X BATBOYS♢

→Jester!Reader: Taking after the inspiration of joker and Harley Quinn, aesthetic wise. They loathe that man even after the inspiration. They always loved circuses, watching the old flying graysons clips their families use to record. Their age and genders are unknown despite their small frame which makes them confused a child. People think they work joker, forcing Batman to put them on his charts. They can never caught due to always being sneaky and playful. Someone who is some random person that helps crimes and wear a medieval jest costume that is either monochrome for night stealths but is bright and happy colors for random day shenanigans. The jester, who people can’t tell if they’re a girl, or a boy. They seem genderless, they also seem skinny as well with how the sleeves of their so called costume is loose, covering their hand.

Damian

Sees the jester as a nuisance, mostly because of how he was used as a gymnasium board when the jester had pulled the boy’s cape over his head and flipping over him.

Honestly hates the damned jester. Cause why must they be so tricky with their explosive cards. He’s an Al-Ghul! He should be easy to capture this damn jester for more information on the joker.

But of course he’s only a plaything to the damn jest.

Tim

Grabbed you one time, wrapping his arms around some certain gas came out of you. It was cotton candy colors as Tim gasped shocked and let you go. He should’ve came prepared for this as he thought it would be joker gas. Turned out it was just scented cotton candy that smelled like a circus and was sweet.

Informed the others about your “gas” and how it’s different from joker gas. The boys think maybe you are just playing it safe to not get more heat onto you. But Tim feels like, you don’t wanna hurt anyone.

He starts to check cameras for you more, writing things about you, noting the smallest things. You have clown makeup like Harley Quinn, but more colorful and playful. Being a clown like joker but more passive. You’re different from them.

But what’s your story?

Jason

Has used non lethal bullets which were rubber on you. But of course with your insane flexibility, you dodged them. Doing a scorpion posture before flipping backwards multiple times before flipping into a fire escape and leaving again.

He can’t help but love the game of cat and mouse as you playfully chuckle. Doing mime moments and Jason jokingly guessing as he tries to get you. You once leaped off of his head, the bells on your clothes and your shoes jingle. Jason watched as you leaped each building with such grace.

He lays at night, wondering who you are. He wants to be mad at you for thinking you may as well be an ally to the man who killed him, but why are you so… friendly?

Next time he sees you, he may bring you a bat burger. Your body just seems so small.

Dick

Likes you, he has to seem like he can’t help you roam around Gotham, but having a compatible person who’s flexible like him makes him smile.

When he charged at you with his batons, you did a breakdance move, kicking them from his hands and flipping onto one hand and then flipping back onto your feet. Dick’s eyes widen before getting into hand combat with you. You smelt like the circus he used be in. When his parents were still alive. He frowns as you blow glitter at him, that snapped him out of his thoughts.

You left him with giggles and the soft jingles of your clothes. Dick tried to get the glitter off his clothes and hair. He looked as if he was in those glitter bomb videos.

Took days to get glitter out of his scalp. He swore he woke up to glitter on his pillow when he thought he was safe.

[ayyy-pee]

mmmmokay can i request maybe a hashira!reader x sanemi where during the hashira meeting with lady amane following the swordsmith village arc, reader also takes her leave with tomioka and sanemi is piiiissssed and confronts her about it at her estate afterward (obv angrily). but then eventually she breaks and tells him that she wants to give him the future he deserves, to live happily married together with as many children as he wants (…perhaps… she could already be pregananant?). but she can’t bear the thought of leaving a child orphaned if they both manifest the curse mark (im sure he understands)

thanks love <3 ur my fav btw

hello nonnie!! am i barely answering your October request now in February? yes! somethings don't change sldkfjsdk. i hope you enjoy it because i love sanemi so much and could totally see him itching to kill somebody over you until he gets THE NEWSSS ohhhh. SANEMI CALL ME PLEASEEEE MY PHONE NUMBER IS 1-888-FCK-MEEE!!!

anyway - here it is

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Pairing: Sanemi Shinazugawa x Female Reader

Summary: With the imminent threat of Muzan approaching, the Hashira are given their new assignments. And Sanemi is none too happy about yours.

A/N: nothing crazy going on here tbh. just some jealous lovesick sanemi. i didn't proofread because i'm lazy lmfaooooo

There’s a rage simmering in Sanemi’s chest, hot and threatening to boil over at any moment if he doesn’t find a way to calm down and quickly. Even with anger being Sanemi’s baseline emotion most days, he’s not sure he’s ever felt this incensed in his life. And try as he might, he just can’t seem to quell it.

The root cause shouldn’t be as big of a deal as it is, and yet it feels like it’s the end of the world. Like his world has just shifted and he has no control over what may happen next.

And it’s been this way since the Hashira gathering with the Mast- …Lady Amane, where he’d received probably the worst orders of his life. Since then, it’s taken everything in Sanemi to not blow the roof off of every single building on the estate.

-

“You’ll be dispatched to your assigned territories in pairs,” Lady Amane had spoken earlier in the evening. “This is for not only the protection of Nezuko, but for your own safety. Muzan is likely to go to extreme measures to get to the demon who has now conquered the sun. We have a better chance of success defeating Upper Moons if you are together.”

Sanemi disagreed. He didn’t need to be paired with anyone in order to do his job. He was a Hashira for fucks sake! If anything, they’d just be in his way. Why did he need to be paired with another Hashira on the off chance they ran until an Upper Moon? An insult, but if the Master deemed it necessary, there could be no argument.

“Understood,” Himejima spoke on everyone’s behalf. “Who is to be paired with whom, Lady Amane?”

“Please understand that these pairings are not given based on strength,” the small black-haired child beside Lady Amane began. “Shinobu will remain on estate grounds. Her tasks lie outside of combat.”

From Sanemi’s peripheral, he sees Shinobu nod.

“Himejima will also remain at the estate, tasked with guarding the Master’s quarters.”

The soft rattle of Himejima’s prayer beads sound throughout the space. And Sanemi imagines he must feel honored to be given such a heavy order. He’s jealous, but the idea of an Upper Moon coming from the depths to try and make their way to the Master, only to be met with Sanemi’s blade thrills him in ways he’s can’t explain.

“Now, to the pairings,” the child continues. “Muichiro and Shinazugawa.”

Sanemi and the child prodigy. He supposes he can’t be too upset, though Muichiro wouldn’t have been his preferred choice. The kid is strong, probably stronger than him, though Sanemi will never admit that aloud. No, he’s not mad at this pairing at all.

“Mitsuri and Obanai.”

The two share exchanged looks, Mitsuri red-faced, Obanai slinking further behind his mask if possible. Sanemi tries not to laugh. He’s certain Obanai is reeling from being paired up with the woman of his dreams. Once this meeting is over, he’ll have to give him all kinds of shit.

But now, Sanemi realizes with hardly concealed dread, that that leaves one particular dick head –

“Giyuu and –”

You.

The woman of Sanemi’s dreams.

Now that is a pairing that Sanemi can be mad about. His eyes cut sharply across the room, where you sit stiffly behind Muichiro, hands curled into fists on your thighs. You and Tomioka? Paired to be stationed somewhere far, far away from here? Together? Alone?

Tomioka, who Sanemi is 99.999% certain has feelings for you. Tomioka, who deems himself “not like the rest of them”, like he’s above you all somehow. Tomioka, despite not bothering to speak to any of the other Hashira, found himself to be rather close with you. Even with Sanemi’s clearly voiced disdain for him, you remain friends. Tomioka, who makes Sanemi’s anger intensify when he sees him glance over to you discreetly, and you glance back and fucking smile at him!

It’s small. So tiny, that if Sanemi wasn’t already so well-versed in every little mannerism you possess, he’d for sure have missed it.

But unfortunately for you and Tomioka, Sanemi is well-versed in every little mannerism you possess, every move, and every single sound you’re capable of making. He knows you in ways Tomioka fucking wishes he could know you. In ways that Tomioka will never fucking know you if Sanemi has any say in it.

But so much can happen in such a short time. Who’s to say that you won’t find yourself falling for the Water Hashira in an unlikely way? The same unlikely way you found yourself falling for the Wind Hashira, and him for you. It’s enough to make Sanemi’s entire body tense.

Violet eyes pierce repeatedly into the back of the Water Hashira’s head, Sanemi wishing he’d fall dead in front of his eyes, and stop fucking staring at you. His mind races with a million different ways to kill Tomioka. The thoughts are fleeting, really so brief, the temptation to lunge for Mitsuri’s sword and wrap it around Tomioka’s neck, ending Sanemi’s misery right then and there. But would it be worth all the trouble?

Unlikely…

Which is why Sanemi instead settles for staring hard daggers into the side of your skull. Poking and prodding, hoping you feel the immense weight of his gaze and stop looking at goddamned Tomioka and look at him!

“Look at me!” Sanemi screams internally. “Turn. Just turn this way! Turn your head and look over here! Stop fucking smiling at him! LOOK AT ME!!”

You don’t look at him, though, don’t dare meet his gaze.

And that has Sanemi seething.

But he doesn’t have time to dwell, because Lady Amane speaks and her tone demands everyone’s attention.

“Muichiro, Sanemi. You will leave in three days’ time. Mitsuri and Obanai. You will leave in two days’ time.”

A staggered dispatching of the Hashira. Sanemi has a bad feeling about this.

“Tomioka and ___. You will leave tonight.”

This just keeps getting worse.

-

Sanemi’s been glued to his spot among the Hashira since, sitting with his legs folded, eyes closed and arms crossed for ages in an attempt to meditate and shove the fury down as deep as it can go until it’s no longer affecting him. It’s pointless, it seems. Even the darkness he’s staring into behind his eyelids is starting to piss him off.

The reasonable part of Sanemi is telling him that there’s no reason to be upset. This is work! It’s not like you requested this partnership. It’s not as though you asked the Master if you and Tomioka could go on this mission together for God knows how long, doing God knows what in your down time together. It’s work for God’s sakes! You’re not running off to the beach and frollicking through the market with your fingers laced together. You’ll be potentially fighting for your fucking lives out there.

That’s it. Work. Nothing more.

But the unreasonable part of Sanemi is telling him he has every right to be pissed! He’s observed Tomioka’s behavior around you – annoyingly desperate for your attention, quickly yearning from across the room. It’s pathetic. Worse, Sanemi’s observed your behavior around Tomioka as well. Far too kind, far too friendly for Sanemi’s liking. And you know how he feels! 

Even with your reassurance that you harbor no romantic feelings for Tomioka, Sanemi just cannot stand the thought of you two traveling shoulder to shoulder together. It can’t happen! 

Riding the train and sitting beside each other while you take in and discuss the beautiful views? Unacceptable! 

Sharing meals together, waking up and greeting each other first thing in the morning. Telling each other goodnight before climbing into bed?

Sanemi wants to rip his hair straight from his scalp at the thought of how domestic it all seems.

His reasonable side calls to him again, tries to calm him.

‘They’ll be far too busy patrolling for demons and potentially fighting Upper Moons to care about any of that.’

And somehow, that makes it all worse for him.

Sanemi would love nothing more than to lay down his life in front of you, for you if needed while facing an Upper Moon. He’d relish in standing back-to-back with you while raising your blades and bringing them down on any demon who stands in your way – together. You and him. You and Sanemi. Not you and Tomioka Giyuu.

With a sigh, Sanemi’s eyes open. All of the Hashira remain gathered in a circle, discussing the details of today’s meeting. Himejima drones on about whatever. Who really gives a fuck? Sanemi can’t be bothered. Not when you still haven’t taken even a second to look his way. 

And the rage continues to burn hot. He’s not getting any less angry.

‘Or jealous,’ his mind mocks.

The softness of the sunset peeks through the room’s windows, and it’s only a reminder that soon you’ll be on your way with Tomioka. And if things wind up going left, it could be the last time Sanemi ever sees you. It’s a thought that has Sanemi grinding his teeth, hard and loud enough that he’s grabbed Obanai’s attention, his elbow digging into Sanemi’s ribs.

The loud hiss that comes from Sanemi’s lips grabs Himejima’s attention, pausing his spiel.

“Hmm,” the monk hums. “Perhaps here is a fine place to stop. We will resume discussions at the next meeting.”

The Hashira stand, and Sanemi watches as each pairing finds each other. He’s grateful that Muichiro isn’t the small talk type because he simply murmurs that he will meet Sanemi at the destination and takes his leave. Obanai has found Mitsuri and he lets her do what she does best – talk his ear off. Himejima and Shinobu are both speaking quietly away from the rest of the group.

And you…Sanemi’s eyes find you, staring back at him finally. Your eyes are sad, a small smile holding an apology on your lips. Is it because you’ll be gone in the morning and will likely not have a moment to see him? Maybe. But there’s something else in your gaze, though Sanemi can’t quite place it. 

Then there’s Tomioka, who without fail, is heading towards you. You don’t see him, your eyes locked on to Sanemi’s. And he can’t imagine not having at least one last conversation before you go your separate ways for what could be the final time. He can’t have that.

Tomioka gets closer, and it makes Sanemi move, makes him remember that the clock is ticking. It won’t wait for him, and the more he stands here brooding, the closer you are to being out of his reach.

His feet carry him across the room, fast and long strides quickly closing the distance. Your eyes widen when you see him approaching, still not aware that Tomioka is also closing the gap, and when you finally do it’s too late.

Your name falls from Tomioka’s lips. The sound makes Sanemi’s jaw clench tight.

“I was hoping we could –”

Sanemi snatches your wrist, the yelp you let out cutting off the Water Hashira. Blue eyes take in the sight before him; you wide eyed and surprised. Sanemi, wide eyed and murderous.

“Fuck off, Tomioka,” Sanemi snarls, the venom dripping from every word. “We’re talking.”

His stupid, nonchalant demeanor drives Sanemi insane. He’s not the least bit affected by Sanemi’s tone.

“Yes, but–”

“No buts. I said fuck…” Sanemi’s voice lowers into a menacing whisper. “Off…”

You quickly shift between the two men, your hand coming up to land on Tomioka’s shoulder and Sanemi is really about ready to lose his shit. “I’ll meet you at the gates in a few hours, okay? I’ll send my crow for you.”

Tomioka’s eyes drift down to your hands where Sanemi still grips onto your wrist. Then they slide up to his face, where Sanemi’s lip curls up into a snarl. But you seem calm, unaffected even. So Tomioka simply tells you he will see you soon, and takes his leave.

The other Hashira still linger, pissing Sanemi off with their presence.

“Come with me,” he demands, and you nod.

“Not here, though.”

-

There’s hardly any sun left when you lead Sanemi to the small alleyway beside the building. It’s dark and quiet enough for you two to speak without interruption. Once alone, Sanemi pins your wrist to the wall, his face so close you can feel his breaths fanning against your face.

“What’s wrong with you?” He wastes no time getting to the point. “You get assigned to a mission with Tomioka and suddenly I’m invisible…”

You roll your eyes, because as always, you find him to be dramatic. And maybe he is being dramatic, but he can’t seem to find a fuck to give when you’re so close to leaving. 

“Oh, so you want to be out there with Tomioka, then?”

“Sanemi…” you whisper calmly.

He shakes his head. “No, don’t Sanemiiii me. I saw you at the meeting earlier, smiling at Tomioka when you found out you’d be sent off halfway across the country to do who knows what,” Sanemi hisses. “No objections from you?”

You scoff, snatching your hand from his hold. “We’re going halfway across the country to work, Sanemi.” Your hands settle on his bare chest and Sanemi has to stop his eyes from fluttering shut. “What should I have done? Refusing Lady Amane’s orders would be the same as refusing the Masters. I am not doing that just because you’re throwing a jealous fit over Giyuu. As always.”

“I am not…” he grumbles, “throwing a fit.”

At this, you snort, and the sound makes Sanemi soften. Only by a fraction.

“I just…” He pauses, hands coming to rest on your hips and his anger melts away finally, because that’s how it always is with you. The moment he’s able to touch you, feel you the way he desires, all turmoil disappears. 

“...hate Giyuu?” You finish his sentence for him, and Sanemi rolls his eyes, sighing.

“Not as much as I fucking hate you calling him by his first name like that,” he grumbles, leaning forward so that his face is nuzzled against your shoulder.

“I call everyone by their first name, you dummy.”

It’s true. But it only annoys Sanemi when it’s his name falling from your lips.

“He wants you, you know?  Potential life or death mission with a beautiful woman?” His voice lowers, grip on your hips squeezing hard, but not enough to hurt. “Probably thinks this is his perfect chance to make a move, that fucker.”

You shake your head, lips pursing together. “He doesn’t. And he wouldn’t.”

“He does. And he would. I mean, I would. I did.”

“That’s different!” You chuckle softly. “Giyuu…He–” you stop yourself, hands coming up to rub at your temples. “Why am I even arguing with you about this?!”

Because Sanemi hates that you’re leaving and that you’re leaving with Tomioka! And he hates that you and Tomioka are friends, that you call him by his first name with such affection it makes Sanemi’s skin crawl. He hates that you can’t see what Sanemi does when Tomioka looks at you. And he hates the idea of you potentially coming back in love with Tomioka and tossing Sanemi aside!

It seems so stupid when he spells it out in his head like this, but it’s how he feels. He’s not going to apologize for it.

“I don’t like it,” He mutters. “He has some weird secret crush on you and I hate seeing the way he looks at you. Like if you let him, he’ll ask you to marry him on the spot.” You chuckle at this, and Sanemi’s lips turn down with a scowl. “It’s not funny! Tomioka would love nothing more than to build you a pretty little house and have babies and shit. Fucking freak probably dreams about it. I can tell because–”

Because Sanemi would love nothing more than to do those exact things.

He feels the tension radiating off of you in an instant, his eyes falling onto your hands that are now rubbing absentmindedly along his scars. There’s a strange change in your demeanor. Like you’re nervous about something. Is just the mention of marriage and a house with kids so off putting? Perhaps you’re not interested. Or maybe you are interested, and you’re interested in having that with…

With Tomioka, is what Sanemi wants to add. But he thinks it better not to when he sees the look on your face. Quiet, thoughtful, maybe even a little sad.

“Sanemi…we need to talk.”

You feel his lips against your skin, turning down into a scowl. Then he’s pulling away to look at your face. “Not loving the sound of that.”

Your eyes find his, adjusting to the slow darkness creeping into the space. It’s only for a second before you’re looking away again.

“I–” Your voice trembles. “I feel like I need to tell you something.”

Fuck.

You do want that…and with Tomioka?! He should have known. The signs were right there in front of him

“I fucking knew it…”

“Knew what?”

He chuckles, dryly and with absolutely no humor. “That you want Tomioka. Or, excuse me, Giyuu.” He spits the Water Hashira’s name out like it’s bitter. He knows he sure is. “That’s why you were so fucking smiley when you got your orders, right?”

Sanemi steps back, just out of your reach and begins pacing, truly trying not to take it upon himself to bring the Hashira count down by one. Really, who’d miss Tomioka anyway? He sure fucking wouldn’t.

“Stop, that’s not it at all!”

“Oh, then what is it?!” He barks, then inhales deeply to try and calm himself, though he knows it will be pointless. Still, he lowers his voice. “You two have been making eyes at each other all goddamn day. You couldn’t even look at me after you got your orders.” He stares you down now, feet rooted in place.

“I’m trying to tell you that–”

“That you’re done with this? That why Tomioka’s over there shooting you encouraging smiles? Rushing over to you after the meeting?”

“No, he’s–”

“Because you need the pep talk to give you the courage to break this off, huh? Didn’t expect such a cowardly move from you.”

Sanemi can’t see it, but your hands ball into fists at your side, about two seconds from strangling him.

“Sanemi…” Your tone is a warning that he chooses to ignore.

“Oh, I bet you can’t fucking wait to run off into the sunset with that fucking wet rag.”

“I’m trying to –”

“And Tomioka, oh I just know he’s at home packing and imagining this amazing future you two are obviously planning to build together. It’s so –”

“Will you shut up?!” Your voice screeches, cutting through Sanemi’s rant like a sharp blade. “For the love of God! I’m trying to tell you that I was paired with Giyuu for a reason! It’s not because we’re planning to run away together. It’s not because I love him…well, I love him, but only as a friend –”

Sanemi’s lips open to speak, surely to argue about the love part but you hold up a finger and he quickly shuts his mouth. You pick up where you left off, voice shakily trying to get this out.

“The Master paired me up with Giyuu for this mission that could very well be my last because not only am I fucking terrified of what the future holds…” You inhale deeply, steeling yourself. “...but I’m also pregnant, Sanemi.”

Your wide eyes stare at him, the fear loud and clear in your dilated pupils. And his expression matches yours.

There’s silence. Long, drawn out. Loud.

What can he say? This was definitely not how he was expecting this conversation to go.

“You’re…” Sanemi’s rough voice shatters the quiet between you. His feet drag him forward, bring him closer until he’s standing chest to chest with you again.

You swallow hard, watery eyes locked onto the man before you. “...pregnant.”

He drops to his knees, not caring about the way the gravel digs painfully into his flesh, not caring how pathetic he may look to any passerby, not caring about anything except you. You and… 

His strong arms loop around your waist, pulling you to him until his cheek is pressed to your belly. You can feel his breath, ragged and quick against the fabric of your uniform, and you let that be the only sound for who knows how long until Sanemi speaks again.

“You’re with child…my…child?” His head tilts back, cheek still resting against your abdomen until his eyes meet yours. And you see it.

Fear. Raw, unfiltered fear.

It’s such a strange emotion to see on the face of the Wind Hashira. Known for facing any and all challenges head on without hesitation and coming out on top, you now see a look that is unfamiliar to you. Even when it’s just the two of you, you don’t know Sanemi to fear anything. But you do what you know to do when he needs comfort. Your fingers find his hair, slipping into the surprisingly soft tresses where you comb through soothingly. His eyes drift shut and he leans into your touch.

“Yes.” It’s a whisper. So soft, you’re not sure Sanemi’s heard. But when he inhales sharply, you know he has. “That’s why I’ve been given this pairing and station.”

Sanemi shakes his head, confused. He doesn’t understand what the pairing with Tomioka has to do with anything. Just that you heading to the front lines is out of the question. He mutters your name softly, then peers up at you with pleading eyes. “You…you can’t go into battle with child.”

“This is why I didn’t want to tell you. I didn’t want you to worry,” you answer, as though you can read his mind. Your voice trembles, and Sanemi can feel the splash of fallen tears against his cheek. Not his own.

He rises to his feet, his rough hands cupping your face and swiping away the moisture on your cheeks. Your hands hold onto his forearms, and he bends to press a soft kiss to your wrists. He sees your lip quivering, hears your quiet sniffles and his lips find yours. The kisses are feather light, but just the touch of his mouth against yours opens the floodgates, and you’re soon sobbing into Sanemi’s mouth.

He holds you while your body shakes with sobs, lets you press your hands against his chest again, dig your nails painfully into his skin until he’s gritting his teeth. Sanemi cannot imagine what you feel.

“We can speak to the Master. Or…Lady Amane,” Sanemi suggests quietly, holding you closer if possible.

“We can’t. These are orders from the Master himself.”

“He can’t do this,” he insists softly, quietly. Even he is a little afraid that someone will hear what he’s suggesting. To go against the Master…well, it’s highly frowned upon. 

“He’s doing what’s right…for now. Even Giyuu is kind enough to be escorting me away from the fight that’s sure to come.” You seem to have calmed down, voice a bit steadier now as you pull away from Sanemi to peer up at him. 

“I’m scared, Sanemi. I want…you. I want a life that’s not tainted by fear. And to do that, I have to fight. But if I fight and develop the mark, or if you die, we will be leaving this baby as an orphan.” 

Right. A condition of the mark – certain death. One that Sanemi, under no circumstance is willing to let you or your child suffer through.

“Not to mention,” you continue. “If I die in battle in my current condition, we…” You take Sanemi’s hand in yours, press it to your belly. “We will die…”

Another scenario Sanemi is not willing to let happen.

“I want to defeat Muzan so that we can finally have peace. So that we can be together without worrying constantly over what’s lurking in the darkness. Or if our child will be able to have a normal childhood and life. I want to live with you. I want to fall asleep and wake up in your arms. I want to spend our days as a family and…” You wipe at your eyes, tears threatening to spill again. “Everything is so uncertain now and I just–”

Your words die on your tongue when Sanemi’s lips crash into yours. He kisses you hungrily, swallowing every sob and whimper you have to offer. Partly because he wants to kiss away any pain, and partly because he’s damn near ready to cry himself.

It’s not fair.

This world is not fair.

“I don’t want you to worry about this, anymore,” Sanemi orders. “Take your leave. Protect yourself.” He kisses you again, tenderly this time, though his next words don’t match his actions. “And don’t die.”

Yes, everything is uncertain right now. Yes, there’s no way to know what the future holds for either of you or your unborn child. Yes, life is terrifying. There is much to be scared about. But Sanemi knows one thing for certain.

You must live. He must live. That child must live.

And Kibutsuji Muzan…whether he knows it or not, has just had his fate sealed.

Because Sanemi will do everything in his power to make sure that by the time this child comes to be, Muzan is long dead.

[starryficsfinishwen]

close to you — m!rover x f!reader

soft, gentle, delicate—such was your touch on dark feathers.

lithe fingers grazing the feathers below, making him shiver from your electrifying touch. it seemed to echo from his wings down to the tips of his toes.

“you're quite sensitive,” you noted, “...does it distract you, rover?”

fluttering his eyes open, golden irises found themselves looking at you.

“...no,” he softly muttered, “please, don't mind me.”

it was only a simple check up. after the fiasco with the awakened threnodian, every citizen of jinzhou were relieved to find the two great heroes emerge alive from the lion's den. a checkup with your patient was long overdue since.

it was purely professional at first, really. it was what your job asked you to do anyway. you quickly dove into your usual checking his vitals, checking for any injuries underneath.

all was well, until you asked the rover to take off his top.

“is this normal?” you said, watching the noticeable scar on his back. you pulled the mirror closer to you, so that the rover could see the identical mirror reflect what you meant to point out.

“ah...I don't know...” sheepishly scratching the back of his neck, the rover sighed, “I have never seen that before. is it bad?”

“no,” you hummed, reaching out to touch it, “do you mind if I examine you further, rover?”

his breath hitched when your fingers gently traced the line on his back. with a small nod, you mapped out your examination. apart from that, there were a few more scratches, both fresh and old ones, littered across his back. tenderly tracing the fresh ones, you could feel him wince from your touches.

“does it hurt?” you asked, voice now soft as you sat on the examination table, body quite brushing his, “please tell me if I make you uncomfortable, rover.”

but you heard nothing from him, apart from his shallow breathing. when your fingers now brushed the large scar, the make couldn't help but hold his breath.

“did...the threnodian hurt you here?” you quietly asked, “I see no blood, yet I'm afraid that it might hurt you.”

“that's, ah,” what would the rover say? “...it doesn't.”

“really? are you sure? I could patch this up for you if you want—”

“it's fine, really.” the rover sighed, “they're my...wings.”

the rover must have think he's mad, telling it to a logical person like you. except he doesn't know, knowing you, you've heard too many bullshit from ridiculous patients, that none would faze you anymore.

“oh,” you shrugged, “okay.”

“I can show it to you...maybe?”

“it's okay.”

“I insist. so that I can really tell you that it doesn't hurt.”

“it's okay, I be—”

but the male rover didn't hear you. by the time you blinked, a large, dark feathered-wing came out from the scar. oh, you've heard too many bullshit from patients. but it's the first time you've seen it in person.

“...ah,” the rover mentally scolded himself, “s-sorry...it must have scared you.”

“you have...wings.”

“I do...they usually show up only when I'm fighting so...” looking back at your shocked expression, the rover smiled at you, “you're the first to see it without being in combat.”

is it adoration? the roger could see it in your face through the mirror. the way your mouth was agape, sparkling eyes fixated on the slow flutter of his wings. the rover, somehow feeling embarrassed, was ready to hide them again, when you placed your hand near the base of his wing.

“wait,” you sucked in a breath, never looking away, “can I...can I touch your wing?”

like a child, completely enthralled with the new discovery in front of them. as soon as the rover gave his consent, your fingers found themselves touching the feathers underneath.

those wings only knew chaos and disorder. it knew how to hack and slash its way to assist its owner against the tacet discords, or against any other enemy. but it was the first time the rover knew kindness, from the way you tenderly touched its feathers, from down below to the tips. he couldn't help but breathe deeply, trying to control his labored breathing.

“your wings are so sensitive,” you giggled, “it's almost in contrast to your persona in battle.”

you looked back at golden eyes staring at you. with a sheepish smile, you added, “sorry, you must've disliked it. I just couldn't help...it's the first time I've seen something so pretty.”

the rover couldn't help but sigh in content. to say that he disliked it was a lie—he liked it. he liked your gentle fingers on his sensitive wings, tenderly caressing them like cotton, tenderly conveying your hidden emotions, ones that his wings somehow could detect—

“you think...it's pretty?” the rover asked, flabbergasted.

“o-of course!” you exclaimed, a faint pink tinting your cheeks, “rover, you are so pretty.”

oops. so it was true—the blush on your cheeks a deeper shade. “I-I mean, your wings, they're, um...really...pretty.”

did he ever find you this cute before? turning to face you, a gracious smile on his lips, his wing pointed to you.

“you can touch them more, doctor.” he said, a hand out for you, “I'll allow you.”

only a fool would miss the giddy smile on your face. with one hand outstretched to touch the rover's wing, the man didn't miss the chance to hold your other free hand. you did miss, when he placed your hand on his cheek, leaning onto the warmth of your hand.

yes, it was warm. it was soft, gentle, and kind—you, who were growing affectionate; you, who treated him in kind. you only noticed the gesture when his cheeks reflected your own, warmth heating your palm.

and it was incredibly intimate, that the rover couldn't help but mirror your affection as well.

“doctor [y/n], do you perhaps know the medication to what I'm feeling for you right now?”

m!rover is so babygirl I might write about him one of these days

— starry

[angelfishe]

𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐗 𝐈𝐍 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐓

>> genshin x jinx reader

I love jinx in arcane, and I have this headcanon inside my head about what would happen if reader was similar to jinx from arcane. This is a small headcanon I thought

It's cringe I know, but I can't stop myself from a crossover . Might delete this later

I imagine the reader would be an infamous criminal or assassin working under a mob boss known as silco that found them after their sister abandoned them.

Silco is a Fontainian mob boss that is wanted by the Spina de russula for a long time.

He is very famous around the entire teyvat, previously a prisoner in the fortress meriopede. He sells a liquid known as shimmer towards across teyvat that might have the properties to turn any human into superhuman as well shimmer being one of the resources to forge delusion.

So silco have very large dealings with the fatui and other evil organizations in teyvat. And the reader being one of his bodyguards and doing his orders.

The reader would be very famous around the world as a notorious assassin as well being silcos child ( boy / girl ) and mad dog.

They are the ones that created the weapons in their fathers group. Known for them using bombs and guns as weapons they are a calamity

The reader has met the fatui Harbingers more than one time and by far they met was pantalone or dottore

When silco is busy with them, readers would sometimes wander around the building and if they find something they find interesting they would steal it technology, dottore blue prints and more.

They are also known for their inventions, some harbingers would try to manipulate them but by far the reader is very loyal towards to silco.

They left chaos and destruction everywhere they go, they even once blow up many fatui strong holds.

The reader is very loyal to silco no matter how good the deal is, they would forever be loyal towards the people they care about.

Diluc during his trip in finding the origins of the delusion, he would break in one of the shimmer production ware houses and encounter the reader. He manages to harm them and burn them but unfortunately has to leave because some of silcos minions started to come in and manage to leave with a lot of information.

Silco found the reader body chalk up, their other half looks like roast armin during his attempt on the colossal attempt. And this is how they get injected with shimmer.

After that they gained superhuman capabilities as well having their physical abilities enhanced greatly able to perform flash steps, Making them an even more menacing person.

The reader might have abandonment issues as well as PTSD, and have break downs sometimes and they hear voices and hallucinations.

Unlike their sibling who primarily uses their hands, they primarily use their legs in combat utilizing their speed and stamina outnumbering their enemies.

They possess great accuracy, known for their accuracy in shooting even moving things or shooting from miles away.

Childe would try to have spar with them and once Teucer found himself lost in the palace and come across reader, after childe find them Teucer was having fun with the reader and him saying that the reader save them.

[dunmeshichilchuck]

For That One Guy on Tumblr part 5

Chilchuck x !fem !halffoot reader

Your first thought on waking up was to wonder what the hell you'd drunk last night to give you such a nasty hangover. 

Your second thought was "is something...breathing on me?"

You opened your eyes and stared straight into the worried gaze of an uncomfortably close and extremely blond elf.  

She sighed with apparent relief. "Oh thank goodness! You've been sleeping for hours! I thought maybe something had gone wrong with the resurrection spell and you might not wake up, it's just such an unknown area of resurrection magic as to how long someone can be dead before they're resurrected!"

You squinted, brain churning a long for a few minutes before you caught up with the fact that you had, in fact, died and been turned into a Popsicle. "Hrghhh....yeah...yeah 'm fine. Got one hell of a headache though. Why didn't you just wake me up if it's so late?"

Marcille fidgeted with her staff. "I wanted to but -" she shot a glare at the other party members. "They wouldn't let me!"

"It's not like it would make much sense to wake someone up just to make sure they still can wake up." Chilchuck grumbled. "do you want them fully recovered or not? They'll need to rest without you poking them awake every 10 minutes." 

Laois nodded. "Yeah and if something WAS going wrong you'd be able to see it right? Falin told me if resurrection magic went wrong you'd just kinda melt!" 

"You wouldn't- it's not melting! Why would you say it like that?"

You interjected before they could get going again. "Who's Falin?" 

Chilchuck glanced over at you. "Falin's his sister." He gestured at Laois. "She's the main reason we're here. We were trying to rescue and ressurect her but something...." He glanced at Marcille briefly, an odd, almost warning look on his face. "went wrong. And now the mad mage has transformed her into something else and is controlling her." He shrugged. "If we want to get Falin back we're going to need to defeat the mad mage."

Huh, that was. Interesting. 

"What...what exactly went wrong?" You asked, unsure if you actually wanted to know the answer. 

Laois opened his mouth to say something, but Chilchuck shot him a glare and jumped in. "We don't know, she'd been dead for a long time and we had to reassemble her body." He shrugged again. "Who knows with resurrection magic? Shit just goes south sometimes." 

Well that was even more interesting. With that and what you'd heard before they realized you were conscious....there was definitely some shady magical shit going down. 

You looked at Marcille dubiously. Normally you'd think some kind of black magic, but was this prim and proper cream puff of a barely adult child really capable of crimes against god? For heavens sakes she'd been so embarrassed about the bra thing even. You couldn't picture her in combat, let alone casting some kind of banned black magic. She'd probably get too anxious and not be able to go through with it, and why would she even study that? It seemed like her field was relatively narrow if she didn't know the leaving spell.

Definitely very interesting, and potentially very dangerous. If they knew what you'd heard and what you suspected this could get very dicey for you. The best course of action would be to play dumb as a rock. 

You nodded. "Oh yeah no I know, I don't know much about magic but I know ressurrection magic is one of those things that we don't know much about, right? Cause it's so new and everything. I've heard of some weeeiiiirrrddd stuff happening in other groups. People not fully resurrecting or even getting body swapped. And who knows how the mad mage is involved in that? Hell maybe he could control ANYONE resurrected in his dungeon, but he just went after your sister for some reason." 

Lies. Blatant lies too. You weren't dumb and you'd asked as many questions as you could of the mage in your old group. You could even cast some basic healing magic if it came down to it. You'd only had one mage in the party, and you were the only one not directly involved in combat every time, so it made sense for him to teach you some quick and dirty spells in case he was incapacitated. Not that you'd ever reveal that, you knew what happened to halffoots who learned magic. Resurrection magic wasn't complicated at all. No way they weren't doing shady shit. 

Laois and Marcille chimed in with agreements that sounded just a bit too relieved, but Chilchuck just shot you an indecipherable look and then turned back and said. "alright now that that's settled we need to get packed up and head out. We've wasted too much time waiting for y/n to wake up as it is." 

You clenched your jaw and firmly reminded yourself that you were already in a precarious position, and that seemed to just be the way Chilchuck talked. 

You could put up with it. You could put up with anything if it meant getting to take down the bastard that had built this dungeon. 

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Accidental Father Acquisition

Requst: Ritual gone wrong with celebrimbor! I've been playing shadow of mordor and I just love him. What's more spooky than being bonded to a ghost? I'm not saying it has to follow the plot lines of the games at all, I'm just inspired/going for the vibes of that.

Pairing: Celebrimbor x Reader

Genre: Crack/ found family

Summary: From death by banner to an expecting mother, Celebrimbor's plot was insane.

AN: This is bonkers. Proceed with caution. Also, Shadow of Mordor Celebrimbor is the definition of how I imagine elves to look like so I feel ya anon.

Celebrimbor blinked once. Close his eyes and shook himself awake once again. Wait, why was he closing his eyes like a mortal? 

The huge bump still lay in front of his vision. His bump to be exact. A feeling of faint disbelief makes him swoon only for a tiny kick to stop his dissent. 

That is when he hears a small fleeting thought of incoherent hunger. The child was hungry. He noted distantly. The child inside him. Inside the body that now belonged to him.

What in the Timeless Halls was this? 

“That’s my body dipshit,” The baby- no, another voice intercepts his thoughts. Another annoyed raspy voice. “Yes, it is I, your summoner. If only I had known that the spirit I get would be an equal mess.” The voice grumbled and an image of a human woman materialized in his mind, no in the woman’s mind that was now his? Or was it his mind in the woman’s body? 

“You are human.” He whispers out loud to which the voice scoffs. “Yes, Einstein. I am a woman.” It You answer and Celebrimbor cannot bring himself to ask more about Einstein. He got the gist of it. “Didn’t you know who you were answering to when you walked your grand self into my circle?”

He had no idea how he was here in the first place. One second he was a banner on Sauron’s battlefield and another, he woke up with a child. And not even in his body. Was this another of Sauron’s baffling visions? 

“Holy hell dude, that’s some graphic shit. Did no one tell you to not traumatize expecting mothers?” You cringe covering your eyes. Only then does Celebrimbor realize that his thoughts were now projected to you and the child. With a wince, he turns his thoughts to pressing matters.

“Where am I?” He asks the mortal woman lounging in the shared mental palace. 

“In my summoning circle. That I made for a bargain. Not the body swap legenderia.” You shift trying to sit comfortably, failing to do that like a practiced dance that led to a string of curses every time. “Pregnant women can’t be comfortable even in their thoughts.” You sigh looking at the lost elf. 

Celebrimbor, as if spurred into action, adjusts the cushion that materializes into the thin air just as he thinks about it. Helping you lean comfortably, he relishes in the sleepy murmurs of the child now content as its mother. 

“Why did you summon me?” He sits next to you, feeling the fatigue from the human body. It’s heaviness he found himself unused to given that his jump had been from his elven form to a heavily pregnant woman. 

You look at him scrutinizing him. Much to your disappointment, your summoned one ended up in your body instead of coming in a much-desired combat-enabled form. But for some absurd reason, you do not feel anything. Not the despair of a failed ritual or the shock of having a chat with the elf who now seemed to be in charge of your body. Only the everlasting urge to pee persists.

“I did it for revenge. The original plan was to find something sinister enough to mess up the man who left me in this state.” You point to your belly. “Left us hungry, begging for food. I wanted to make him suffer. Make him hate his life. But the kid got scared. It held on to your soul instead of whatever monstrosity I had asked for from Gothmog.” Celebrimbor blinks, his mouth agape. 

On any other day, he would’ve been enraged, mad at the careless Eru-forsaken woman who did not once care for her child, the idiot human. He perhaps would have, had her child taken away the second it was born. Yet, now he could not help but look at you, at himself in the mirror, and see the scrawny human stare back. Calouse hands, slouched shoulders, and fragments of a nightmare he did not pry into. Of the rights and wrongs of this world, how would he judge someone who had let go of everything? Who had been robbed of everything and was still expected to love. 

His despair was hers, and hers was his. Pain of betrayal, of pain, of scorn, shame, and guilt. All he knew too well. “You could have killed the child,” he whispers looking at you failing to sound every bit admonishing that he tries to be. “I am aware.” You reply with a stony gaze. “And the child will die of hunger either way. So why not sate its blood thirst as a last favor?”

Behind all the bitter words, all he feels is gut-wrenching sorrow. Despite the righteous urge to scream at your foolishness, he only gathers a tug of unfair empathy. Of the wrongness of love that bloomed out of sorrow- for a child you desired to hate.

It was wrong. All of this. And those were your thoughts that he knew to be. Anger, love, disgust all lingered in the body Celebrimbor’s soul fell into. 

And then he does what none in the living eternity of Arda would have expected. “Is there a spell for procuring another body? I reckon a male vessel would be better.” He looks around trying to spot the spell book in your surroundings. “A vessel matching the child’s father.” He watches your eyes widen in surprise.

“Yes, page 345 goes over it.” You speak in a daze. The Child inside you waking up to kick in order to express its approval of the elf’s crazy fucking plan. 

That is how Celebrimbor the ancient elven lord, King of Eregion found himself in the body of a 25-year-old man named Thomas Duffy. A miraculous plane crash survivor. 

That is how the line of Feanor continues in your world. With your firstborn daughter, who was born with glimmering eyes for unexplainable reasons, and your twins, who possessed uncanny pointed ears. 

Celebrimbor, the name, felt ancient in the tales that he told to his daughter. Your daughter, who had pulled him into her world, away from the pain and death of his world. Away from oaths, dark lords, and dooming jewelry. And Celebrimbor had clung to her mercy. 

In this world, his fate was not of extravagant creations or becoming the doom of the entire world. In this world, most crises were limited to the principal's office visits for his twins. Or your pregnancy mood swings.

Never in the history of the world had been struck a bargain so pleasant. A bargain where nothing was lost. 

[prinzrupprecht]

The Curse of Muramasa

I wanted to try something new where two demons relate to one another. Also, thanks for the 100 followers! Sadly, this isn’t a 100 follower special.

Pairing: Okita Souji x fem!samurai reader with a demonic sword who’s apart of the Aizu clan and Kondo’s faction.

Synopsis: You thought he was a cocky brat at first with how much he liked to show off his strength and flaunt his skills against others. Even Serizawa called him a loser for being a try hard. He was called a demon child for having the strongest battle instinct in all the Shinsengumi. Yet, the only demonic thing you could relate to was the cursed blade that had chosen you to be its wielder. In a way, you felt like a demon as well with the power you had from it.

Warnings? A bit of angst/sad, bitter sweet, fluff

WC: 2710

You had no idea why Katamori-san asked you to watch over Kondo’s faction after half a year under the shogunate when they just established themselves as the Shinsengumi in Kyoto. You had the choice to either be a part of Serizawa’s or Kondo’s. Serizawa and Niimi gave you the creeps so you reluctantly decided to join Kondo’s faction in the end.

You weren’t much of a spy but you were more quiet than Harada, the man with the hooded cloak and scythe. He wasn’t near as scary but you wondered where he got the Grim Reaper title from. Hijikata was the mad dog who loses 9/10 times to other members. Yamanami is supposed to be the smartest member. The one that stuck to your mind the most was Okita Souji.

The demon child reminded others without needing to say the words that he was the strongest among everyone. You didn’t even bother to get to know any of them and did your job by patrolling the streets.

You loathed most of Serizawa’s group and refused to acknowledge their presence whenever they walked over to Kondo’s residence area. Saeki— someone who was suspicious of you and had almost gotten into a fight with you but was immediately stopped by Kondo and Okita. Of course… you tried not to get angry but you couldn’t unleash that power in front of everyone.

They called you a cursed witch, but it had the least effect on you. Many of the Shinsengumi accepted who you were despite being a contractor to one of Muramasa’s blades. Nobody judged you, especially the other demon in the group who kept asking to test your combat skills.

That’s when you gained the ‘laziest samurai title’ which irked you more than the cursed witch. Well, Hijikata started it and everyone else followed suit with it. “So I guess Hijikata is right?” Souji sat next to you as you were writing down stuff in your journal.

“Right? What does that mean?” You were annoyed that you had to stop what you were doing.

“You won’t spar against anyone despite Katamori-san said you were one of the best amongst Aizu, so I thought it would be fun to see for myself.” Souji gave off his innocent smile. You sighed and thought it would be better to tell the truth as to why you don’t fight any of them.

“Sometimes… it’s hard to explain. You and everyone already knows that I am in contract with one of the blades of Muramasa. I can’t use it in sparing sessions—"

“Huh? Why?”

“I just can’t. For one, It’s a sure kill if you get cut by it in certain areas unless you sacrifice that limb but the torso? You’d be dead. The second reason, it consumes the mind and takes more than gives. The more I use it, I may lose myself in its curse. I hate using it, but unless I’m dead then there’s no way it just disappears. It’ll find its way to a new wielder. Some of its power is already etched in me so I’m afraid of hurting anyone…” you didn’t know why you just told all of that to the boy who was similar to you.

“Ah, I get it. For the longest time, I was like that before Kondo-san helped me control my urge to… kill.” He was brushing part of his cheek with his index finger while he grinned.

“You don’t judge me?” It was a weird feeling. Most people tend to keep their distance from you. The blade was light and excellent for iaijutsu. The wind vacuum slashes it creates can destroy buildings if you weren’t careful. He didn’t care about the curse that holds over your head?

“Hmm, no. I can’t fully control it either, so I can relate in a way.” He stared ahead and silence engulfed between you two.

Maybe, he wasn’t so bad.

In fact, you were wrong…

The next few days you tried to duel against him after your guy’s talk and you lost each time. He was even holding back his control on his demon to not smash his bokken too hard against yours. Even with the pushback, you were still holding against your own.

You fell backwards and landed on your back while Souji smiled and held his hand out for you to take. “You still hold back, why?” he asked with much curiosity. It’s not like you had a reason to, the longer you were one with the curse of Muramasa, it’s spiritual demonic energy was within you. Something about it was terrifying. Scary? No, it was frightening.

“You won’t understand,” you swatted his hand away as you rubbed your forehead.

He suddenly remembers Kondo telling him similar about being a true samurai and how he would understand later.

He acknowledges that you were strong, and even more stronger when you used Muramasa’s cursed blade. Souji didn’t want you to lose motivation because you can’t beat him. You have won against Hajime, Nagakura and Hijikata numerous times but you still have no chance of beating him.

You wanted him to leave you alone. It’s been several days and he had asked if you’d patrol with him a few times which you declined each time. He was supposed to be the least annoying one, but now he’s somehow irritating you. You normally went with Yamanami and Harada. Souji normally patrolled the streets of Kyoto with Kondo.

The look of the commoners gave whenever the shinsengumi were patrolling, were fear and them spreading rumours. First, you heard some things about ‘how a girl shouldn’t be with them.’

It shouldn’t bother you but Okita grabbed your arm before you were about to say something to them. “Just ignore them. You’ll make us look worse if you start commotion with them,” he whispered next to you. Your mind wasn’t at ease still but you shrugged your shoulders back trying to ignore the whispers amongst the commoners.

It was barely July of 1863 and the sun burned hot down on your skin. You looked over to Souji who was stopping a fight in the middle of the street between a few commoners. Great…

He returned with a smile on his face and you stared at him with confusion. “You tried macarons before?” he opened a box and pushed the entire thing in your arms. Huh? Of course, you tried them.

“Where did you get these? Weren’t you busy dealing with some of the commoners?” You looked down at the organized French pastries in your arms.

“Did you space out? I went to the shop right after,” he gave you another one of those innocent smiles before continuing.

“The blue ones are my favourite,” he took one and ate it. Why was he so nice to you…

The rest of the day was spent talking about your original life with Aizu and how Katamori was like an older brother to you. He had spared your life when he found you with one of Muramasa’s swords and instead of killing you off, you became a contracted owner of the deadly weapon.

“I wish I fought him, he does seem strong.” Souji tilted his head forward as his bangs fell over his eyes once again.

“Really? I beat him in combat a few times, and you beat me in combat. I think you’re the strongest swordsman I’ve ever met, Okita-san.” You hated saying it but there was denying it.

“Souji, you can call me by my given name.” You could feel your cheeks heat up. You had known them for half a year and he’s allowing you to call him by his name.

“Oh… you can call me by name first name as well or whatever you like. I don’t care, honestly.” You were unsure what you were even saying. You two were already on a first-name basis.

Every patrol you were sent on, your schedule changed with Souji wanting to tag with your group. Most Shinsengumi members were in groups patrolling during certain hours and days. Everyone got 1-2 days off to themselves.

After one night patrolling, you had to fight some Choushou loyalists from the anti-shogunate movement, you had to unleash the power of Muramasa from your blade to defend yourself and fight against them. No matter how many times you used its power, you kept resisting it from taking your mind. Souji always checked up on you and made sure you’re alright.

“This empty lodge only had a few of them, go find the others. I’ll be fine here,” your head was in pain and didn’t want him to watch you pass out. You were sitting on the floor of some old inn holding your head between your hands. You overdid it again… you weren’t getting better. Why did he have to be so nice to you? Even at times like this.

“Here, let me take you back.” He tried to reach grab your arm but you pushed him away. He was stunned for a moment and he didn’t want to leave you alone if you were struggling to move.

“I’m fine, I just— I just need…” your head was spinning and you could hear Souji call your name several times in panic before your mind went into a blank state.

When you woke up, your body felt achy and sore. You could tell you were back in your own room and quiet space. Then you remembered you passed out in front of sword demon boy. You groaned from embarrassment, it’s not the first time you had borrowed the power of Muramasa’s cursed blade in exchange for losing your sanity. How could you show that side to him? How long were you knocked out for?

You heard the door to your room open slowly. You didn’t want to lift your head to see who it was. Your eyes were met with the ceiling. “You’re awake,” his familiar voice was filled with relief.

“How long… was I out for?” Your eyes linger over to where he was standing.

“A day and a half,” silence once again filled the room and you had no idea what to feel anymore. That was longer than the last two times you passed out.

“I brought you some water.” He sat next to you and was actually showing a bit of concern from what happened. You carefully looked at him and you had wondered why he was still here. He was dressed casually and wasn’t wearing his blue and white haori meaning he was off duty.

“Just say what you want to say, Souji-san.” You didn’t want to have this conversation but you sat up bringing both of your knees to your chest. Your shoulders were touching but that wasn’t it. What was this weird feeling?

“It’s just… why was your blade overheated? I couldn’t touch it after you passed out.” Your mind went blank. It was demonic after all. Only its wielders can touch it in that state.

“Where is it?” you had asked. Souji told you that he had to rush you back here and some of the others from the Shinsengumi had picked it up when it was cooled off. Rush you back?

“You didn’t have to stop what you were doing for me, did we get them all?” You turned your attention to look at him. His eyes were glued to the wooden floorboards.

“It’s fine, I didn’t want to leave you in such a state. Most have been detained but some escaped.” He wasn’t talkative much unless he was around you for some reason. That was good to hear but still embarrassing he was looking out for you.

“Thanks, I appreciate that but you don’t have to put yourself in danger for my own.” You gripped the mug full of water. You were shaking and Souji calmly told you to take care of yourself better.

After he had left to sleep that night, you had wondered what he meant by that. Take care of yourself better. You should take his advice on that.

The next few days you had rid of your mind of what had happened and was told to take a few days off. Souji had checked up on you every day and stayed by your side when he was free. You liked his company and the way he made you feel comfortable and yourself around him.

As you walked around the residence, you saw Hijikata, Nagakura and Todo sparing against each other but you didn’t see Souji anywhere. Kondo was speaking with Niimi and you loathed that man. He accused you of being a cursed witch which started the rumours in the first place. You were going to say something but Souji greeted you name from behind making you jump a bit.

“Sorry if I startled you, I was feeding the cats.” He was holding a calico cat in his arms.

He looked like he rolled out of bed considering he was still in his green kimono. He was different when he was more relaxed.

You had helped clean the residence instead for the remaining day and looked over Hijikata’s training along with Nagakura who were both very strong. You were starting to warm yourself up to them the more you spent with everyone in Kondo’s group. They were like family to one another.

You quickly found yourself wrapping up Nagakura who was too hurt to move. Yamanami was strong and did this?

“Aren’t you Souji’s girlfriend or sum…” Nagakura scratched the back of his head as you were bandaging his wounds.

“Hm, no. Why?” This piqued your interest. Nagakura shook his head refusing to elaborate.

“He said you were someone close to him, so I thought he meant girlfriend. Never mind then, you should probably leave,” he pushed you away and you stood up exiting the room. That was weird with how he dismissed you quickly.

You were special to Souji? You had assumed everyone here was someone special to him. He considered you someone close to him and that brought you warmth in your heart.

You walked back to your room and saw the demonic blade leaning against the wall in his black sheath. You didn’t even want to or consider it as yours. The blade more owned your soul than you owned it. You wanted to find a way to sever the contract… maybe you could find a better reason to live. Was there a reason to live? You remember you had spoken to Souji about such topics. His reason was to follow behind Kondo’s footsteps and fight for his beliefs.

“You’re awake still?” you forgot to close your door. Or maybe he was checking up on you like usual.

“Ya… I can’t sleep,” you frowned before turning to face him.

“Want me to stay here with you? I don’t think Kondo would mind at all.” You wanted to decline that offer. Why should he suffer with you?

“If you want… it’s probably boring staying here with me—"

“Not at all, I really like your company.” He interrupted you, but you suddenly remember what Nagakura had said. You were someone special to him?

“Remember when you asked me what I live for… I think I know. I want to live for myself and everyone,” you puffed your cheeks out in embarrassment simply due to how short your answer was.

“I want you to live as well, is that selfish?” Souji laid out a tatami mat next to yours.

“No. I shouldn’t try to keep killing myself with what I’ve been doing. I want peace between everyone, that’s my selfish desire.” What were you even doing? What were you even saying? Would he even care if you died? How affected would he be?

“I’d like that as well, only if you’re around. It would feel lonely without you,” he yawned indicating he was tired. You never slept in the same room as with a man.

“With me… around? Lonely without me?” you wanted to know what he meant by those phrases, but he was already asleep.

Was he becoming too attached to you already? Or was it you becoming attached to him more as the days dragged on.

Your desire shifted to wanting to live for them— him mostly.

- end

Note: would only do part 2 if requested. I’m gonna do a request tomorrow and do part 3 of when they hurt your feelings.

[mvrtaiswriting]

Hi!

I’m wondering if I could request a sanjixreader about the reader taking a hit that was meant for Sanji but he didn’t realize, yet the reader kept fighting? I’ll leave the ending up to you.

Thank you, and I hope it’s ok

Keep fighting x Black Leg Sanji ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :

i'm really sorry for the amount of time this request took me?? it had been sitting in my drafts FOREVER and I kinda forgot about it I am so DEEPLY SORRY. this was so fun the to write and literally one of my favourite requests ever, so I hope this matches your expectation and that it would be worth the wait!! thank you for being patient with me. hope you enjoy this <;33 +1k words | gender neutral | mention of needles? | usual one piece violence. feel free to reblog, like, and leave a comment. i would very much appreciate it. if you enjoy my works, click here to read more or buy me a coffee.

A soft breeze blew out Sanji's burning cigarette, brushing through his blonde hair almost revealing his left eye. There was no way he could have survived the next attack - he was exhausted from the battle, his enemy being the strongest he had ever met before. Trying to take a puff from the cigarette he kept holding between his lips, Sanji wanted to taste nicotine one last time. As death approached him, all he wanted was the bittersweet company of his dearest friend; he wanted to feel his lungs being hugged by the warm smoke entering his airways, like a mother holds her child. That was it - he didn't have any strength left. Maybe that stupid marimo was right all along, maybe his captain deserved a stronger wing by his side.

Sanji stood still in the middle of the battlefield, waiting for his final act. He kept his eyes closed, his mind wondering what could have been if only he had a better father, if only he didn't let everyone down.

"Wake up, you useless cook!"

Was this death? Did Zoro follow him into the afterlife? No, no. It couldn't be.

"Sanji!"

Zoro screamed again, the metal sound of his swords almost serving as a background melody for the horrors of the battle. Passing an hand through his hair, Sanji noticed he wasn't bleeding - he wondered where was the headache coming from. Running his hands over his body, he noticed how he didn't feel any excruciating pain: no broken bones, no bleeding. Yet he passed out - maybe he just overestimated his enemy; maybe, he underestimated himself. Finally regaining conscience, Sanji looked around the battlefield - and a part of him wished he never did.

Your figure was moving swiftly on the battlefield, but your attacks were slower, weaker than usual. All you could do now was avoid any fatal blow, trying to recover from the one you just received. It didn't take long for Sanji to notice how you were covered in blood, your usual combat style being impeded by the metal piece stabbed in your leg, crossing your limb from one end to the other.

Biting his bottom lip, Sanji lit another cigarette. He was furious, rage galloping through his veins and giving him a rush of adrenaline he never felt before. He felt his muscles tighten, full of a strength he didnt believe he possessed - you protected his life with yours, using your own body as a shield. How could he be so weak? How dare he put you in so much danger? A sea of emotions flooded Sanji's thoughts; he was proud of you and your strength, yet he was scared, frustrated - mad at how he failed to protect you. His eyes were filled of admiration and worry - you endured a critical hit yet you kept fighting.

"Let me."

Sanji was quick to step in, putting his body between you and your enemy. Winking at you with the sexiest smirk painted on his lips, Sanji finally put an end to the battle you both had been fighting for too long. Before he could realise it, you were already lying on the floor unconscious, exhausted from the battle and all the wounds you endured.

The next thing you saw when you opened your eyes was a torchlight, pointed directed at your pupils. Too confused to follow the light as Chopper just ordered you, you tried to stand up. An heavy hand on your shoulder stopped you from moving, forcing you to lay on the mattress.

"Not so fast, mon coeur."

A familiar voice finally said, the French accent in his words revealing his identity straight away. You smiled weakly, realising the hand on your shoulder was Sanji's. Sighing, you stayed still whilst Chopper finished his job. You were full of bandages and stitches, an IV drip connected to your arm.

"Was it really that bad?"

You whined, when Chopper finally closed his medical kit bag. You saw the reindeer nod, dragging one of his little hoof onto his face.

"You're lucky to still have your leg!"

Chopper whined, frustrated with the way you were minimising your injury. Tears started forming in his tiny eyes, making you nod and fall silent - you knew he was genuinely worried and he was probably right about it.

When Chopper finally left the room, you felt Sanji slowly sitting down on the side of the bed, your mattress slowly sinking.

"You shouldn't have done that."

Sanji finally says. His tone is calm and full of worry, yet his words stung like salt on an open cut. His hand slowly reached your face, caressing your cheeks, his fingertips delicately tickling your skin. Biting your tongue, you hold back your explanations - he probably knows you were only trying to protect him, yet he was ready to scold you like a little child. You were fine, injured but alive. And you would do it again if you had to - protecting the love of your life from a potentially fatal blow? You would do it again in an heart beat.

"I love you."

These three words slip out of Sanji's mouth in a whisper, almost as if he didn't want to let them go. But now they were out in the open, filling the hospital room you were lying in.

"I love you and I want you to stay alive."

Sanji reiterated, clearing his throat. The words almost got stuck in his throat - flashback of the battles coming to him again in a blur. Seeing you collapsed on the floor, covered in blood with countless wounds all over your body. It was too much to take. He always thought nothing could scare him anymore, he always thought that there couldn't be a bigger pain than the one his father inflicted on him. But that was before this, it was before almost losing the love of his life because he wasn't strong enough.

"I love you too, stupid cook. I love you and will stay alive to save your ass." You giggled, causing him to blush. Sanji stared at you for a second, the softest of smiles forming on his lips before he leaned down, placing a sweet kiss on your lips. You were safe, you were his.

[genuineapoptosis]

Eyes on you (Sub! Obsessive! Miguel O'Hara)

Characters: Obsessive! Sub!Miguel O'Hara x Nb!Reader

Themes: sub/dom dynamic, stalking, masturbation, guilt

Lenght: ficlet

Could've made it more fucked up. Maybe part 2 idk

It's always the ones that portray themselves as superiors that end up being the most sick. Though, for the most part, they do not happen to be aware of it. Unfortunately for him, with Miguel O'Hara, this simply wasn't the case.

Perhaps it was because his descent was so gradual. That with every single step he took, he knew he was doing it willingly. He knew his actions were strange and he knew his behavior should never be shown to the world. So, for the longest time, he tried to rationalise it. Over and over and over again. And after he could do it no longer, he was too far gone not to accept it.

It started off slow. It always does. You had joined the spiders. He took interest in you. Workspace crushes are nothing new, after all. Wanting to spend more and more time in your vicinity was a normal action in such a state.

Of course, that lead to your promotion quite early upon your enrollment. But you were good at what you did. Ungodly good. So nobody would even think it was caused by ulterior motives, when you had yet to have an unsuccessful mission for the two months you had been with them.

Perhaps that was one of the first reasons he liked you. You worked hard and then fucked off. No lingering, no afterwork chats. You'd do what was required, and then simply disappear. An air of mystery around you.

It drove him mad.

Soon enough he started holding meetings. Standard thing in such a field of work. He'd go over the organization, schedules, tech updates, and the likes with you and other higher ranking individuals. For the most part a tedious, yet expected thing.

Not to him though. To him, those were the few rare occasions outside of missions where you'd actively engage with everybody. But most importantly, you'd actively engage with him. And he was so very thankful for that.

He very much loved the sound of your voice. They way you spoke had a certain ring to it that he couldn't get enough of. He'd run your words through his head on repeat when on his own. Every time you had used his name. Every time you laughed. Though none of it was as good as the real thing.

Slowly, the meetings became more frequent. With fewer and fewer members invited. Until it was just the two of you. Everyone had accepted the fact that you had simply become his right-hand man. And for the time being, they had yet to have a reason to think otherwise.

You'd gotten closer to him than you were expecting. Perhaps that was because he was one of the few people you worked with whom you didn't find bothersome. It was very apparent how exhausted he was menaging everything on his very own. The least you could do is provide your help. And besides, you did enjoy holding power over other people that you wouldn't have without his apparent devotion to you.

On his part, that same feeling was amplified. He was alone with you for hours on end. So close to you yet not enough. Everything you did made his heart speed up. The smell of your perfume. The look in your eyes when you were deep in thought. Oh, and how he loved it when you'd take care of anyone trying to interrupt. Having them end up looking like a small child as they leave the two of you alone once more. How that sort of state came so naturally to your being. As if you simply demanded control just by existing.

He needed to know more about you. About your history, about your interests. Though, that was a normal thing. After all, he wanted to be able to hold better conversations with you. What other way is there to it, than to try and know every last thing about your being?

He starting going into your files. What you had done in your universe. Why you were such a force of nature in combat. Oh but how it made his stomach turn when he had gotten to your past lovers.

God, they were all so revolting and useless. Nothing compared to you. You shouldn't date someone so below your league! You shouldn't date someone so worthless! You should date someone made for you. You should date someone like-!

He was surprised by his own resolve. He has yet to crack.

You were analyzing data from one of the more recent multiverse anomalies. Calling him over the give him the watch from a spider who had gone MIA. Looking at him with those gorgeous eyes of yours as you explained the situation. None of the actual words entering his mind, just the sound of your voice. Handing it to him, you had let your hands touch his.

Fuck...

He turned around immediately, trying to hide how disgustingly hard he was just from that single touch.

You were to be excused. Immediately.

Unaware of his current state, you had simply left the quarters. Knowing his usual temper, you had assumed he just had one of his episodes after they lost one of their men due to incompetence.

If only.

No. No, this was no good. Up until now, he could deny his feelings. But now he had such apparent evidence.

He should be better than this. He should act accordingly. Not get aroused by your mere touch.

But it was so gentle.

You were always so gentle with him. So helpful and patient. Yet you didn't want him. If you did, you wouldn't have left. If you did, you'd spend time with him outside of meetings. If you did, you'd see right through his facade.

He had to be satisfied with just your smell, your laugh, your distant presence. But it wasn't enough. How ever could it be enough?

When he wanted you to wrap those tender fingers around his throat. When he wanted you to tell him how you knew everything.

He began palming at himself through his suit. Thinking about you ridiculing him for being a stalker. For the way he isolated you from everyone just so he could have you for himself. He was pathetic. He wanted you to tell him that.

Just use him up any way you'd want. He wouldn't mind. He deserved it. Sink your teeth into his flesh, leave marks deep enough to bleed. Hurt him or humiliate him. It wouldn't matter. As long as he gets what he deserves.

He pictured the way you'd look while fucking him. Those same eyes focused on him, now filled with a different sort of spark. You'd tell him what the others would think if they were to see him like this. A pathetic mess unable to string words together. Getting railed until he can't function anymore.

He was close. He needed it so bad. Why won't you give it to him? Why won't you show pitty on him? Hasn't he earned it?

He'll do anything.

Just fuck him.

He came into his suit. Shame overflowing him as he did so.

He left immediately. And if he were any better, he'd act as if none of this ever happened.

But he wouldn't be able to. Not when it felt so good cumming to the thought of you.

He already had plans for tonight.

[headlessjest]

Child!Reader and MAG!Hank vs Sanford and Deimos in a chicken fight. (Where’d the water come from? Who knows.)

I used to love playing chicken fight lol.

[specialagentlokitty]

Master chief x reader - for you I’ll do anything

Every since you were a child joining the marines was all you had ever wanted, all you had ever thought about.

Just like your mom. Her dad. His father. His father’s mother.

Your family had been part of the marines for as long as you guys were able to go back through military history.

Your name was known throughout the entire military, from new members to high ranking officers, they all knew your last name.

You quickly rose through the ranks, and you loved every single moment off it, and your ability to combat made you an easy choice when it came to putting people to work with the Spartans.

You were used to working with them, and had grown used to their patterns, growing to accept them as friends even if they kept you at arms reach.

Standing with your hands clasped behind your back, you listened as the admiral talked.

“This is a simple in and out mission, do not make contact unless you have to.” She spoke.

You nodded your head.

“Yes ma’am.”

You walked over to the table in the middle of the room, pulling up a hologram, pointing to one of the paths as you looked to the silver team and their chief.

“We mapped this cave system a few weeks back, but we never found what the covenant were looking for. There’s a small group of them there now, we assume just as guards until their people can come and retrieve it.”

“How do you know where it is then?” Vannak asked.

You flicked through some files and pulled up a short video, playing it for them.

“I was able to place a tracker in one of them, and they’ve been taking the same path every single day.”

You pulled up the map again, highlighting the route that the covenant soldier always took.

“My best guess is that somewhere along where we’ll find what we’re looking for, most likely in this cavern here.”

“What do you need us for Marine?” John asked.

You turned your attention to him.

“I need you guys as a safety net essentially. I can get in and out by myself, there is a short window when they swap their shifts, if something goes wrong I’ll actually the alarm on my vest.”

“So we’re babysitters?” Riz huffed a little.

You knew she wasn’t mad at you, they just didn’t like having to escort people places, or do anything that wasn’t what they were usually trained for.

“If I can get this object, I can bring it back for Miranda to take a look at. We aren’t sure what it is, all we know is that we need to take it out of their hands.”

They nodded their heads.

“We need to leave in an hour, be ready at at the ship.”

You turned away from the group and back to the admiral.

“Are you sure this is worth it?” She asked.

“I’m not entirely sure if I’m honest ma’am, but I am sure whatever this is seems really important to them.”

She nodded her head.

“Bring it straight to me as soon as you get it.”l

“Yes ma’am.”

You left, going down to your office, you pulled your armour on, putting your helmet on and grabbed your gun.

People moved aside as you walked down the hallway, and you heard the heavy metal sounds of the Spartans all falling in line with you.

“Do we have any indication on what this object is?” John asked.

“My guess is I think it may be something they use to create their weapons. Years back a storm swept over the place, buried everything in water, which destroyed the ground’s integrity, and it collapsed. The cave used to be a valley.”

“So a few of their soldiers were in there and got caught, unable to get out, maybe they were carrying something?” Kai asked you.

“Covenant ships have been know to crash there for years, we’re not sure why. But every time one does they go and scrap the ship, whatever is on those ships they want back, I reckon that’s what this is. Maybe a black box of sorts.”

You walked over to the ship, waiting for them to go in first before you went to your own ship.

It was smaller, only enough room for two people and you got everything ready.

“Master Chief, are you patched in to my location?”

“Yes. Ready to follow.”

“Then let’s go.”

It was a long travel to get there, and you had to land a good distance away from them.

Making your way out of your ship, you walked over to the four.

“It’s a straight line from here to there, there’s some large rocks not far from here.”

“We can wait there.”

You nodded your head, leading them to the rocks and they all got in position while you looked at your watch.

It was old, passed down through generations of your family, and you crouched down, waiting for the right time.

“Marine?”

You glanced up at John as he crouched down next to you, taking his helmet off so the others weren’t able to hear what he was saying.

“Are you sure this is worth it?”

“We need to get our hands on whatever it is their after John..” you whispered back.

“If something goes wrong we’ll be too far away to help.”

You sighed.

“Then you get the object back to the admiral.”

“Leave you here?”

You looked up at him.

“They did with my father, it would make no difference if you left me. My father spent months trying to get this, his job is my job now, John please. He died trying to get this.”

John sighed, putting his helmet back on.

“Cortana, is there another place to hide closer to the cave?”

You didn’t hear a response, but John stood up, and you did the same thing.

“There’s a small ditch, just big enough for one of us to fit in. I will hide closer to the cave just in case.”

“Remember the mission, get the object and go.”

He gave a nod of his head, and you both made your way over.

You left him in the ditch, and carried on jogging, making your way towards the cave and you checked the time once more before ducking into the cave.

You didn’t have long at all, so you needed to be in and out.

“Take a right.”

You did as John instructed and came into the cavern, kneeling to the side as you looked around.

“It’s not big, I should be able to carry it out…”

“Bring it out, we’re on standby awaiting orders.”

You crept forward, and you noticed there was two things laying on the floor.

“Guys I’ve got two of these objects, I’m going to bring them both out.”

“Hurry, we’ve noticed movement nearby. Take the first left and run straight.”

“Thanks chief…”

Grabbing the two, you quietly crept back, taking another tunnel to leave while the covenant were coming in.

You knelt at the exit, looking to make sure the coast was clear.

“On my way, get ready.”

You broke out into a dead sprint, praying you wouldn’t get caught along the way, and you jumped down into the ridge, kneeling in front of John.

He knelt over you, using the green on his armour to hide you both.

“They’ve found out it’s missing, they’re sending a group this way, do not move.”

You nodded your head, listening as the alien jets flew overhead, and he placed a large hand on your back.

“Let’s go…” John muttered.

You both broke out into a run again, he was slightly ahead of you as you regrouped with the others.

“Let’s go, I’ll run a scan on these in my ship when we’re safe.”

They joined you, all four of you making your way back to the ships.

“You three go back, we’ll meet you there.” John said.

“Chief?” Riz asked.

“Go, we’ll be right behind. No doubt if they find out we have them they’ll come after us, so I’ll take a different flight path.”

They nodded, you followed John into your ship, securing the objects into two separate holding areas before sitting in the back.

“Let’s go!” You called.

You had to wait for John to clear the atmosphere before you could get up, but the moment he did you were up and inspecting the objects.

He glanced back at you before turning back to the front of the ship.

“Any idea what they are yet?” He asked.

“No, but they seem to react the closer they get to each other.”

“Good or bad?”

“No idea.”

Walking behind his chair, you grabbed your bag and pulled out your father’s notebook, tossing the bag back down so you could look through it.

Walking back to the table you leant over it, eyes scanning over the pages as you flicked through them.

You were looking to see if he had any indication on what these things were.

“Any sign of us being followed?” You asked.

“None yet, either is silver team.”

“Good.”

You turned around, looking at the scans you had taken, and you looked at your father’s notebook.

You turned back to the devices.

Setting your notebook, you grabbed the two objects, holding them apart as you walked to the emergency escape pod.

“We’ve got company!” John called.

“Hold them off!”

You set them carefully on the ground, and walked over, getting a look at where you guys were and you saw a familiar planet under you.

You had been there before, and it was as good of a place as any.

“John keep going until you get back to reach.”

“What?”

He turned to you in confusion.

You slowly backed away from him, giving him a small smile and a salute.

You pressed the button on your vest to open your com.

“It’s been a pleasure working with you all, and I couldn’t have asked for a better team to be paired up with. I’m glad to know my father’ss work wasn’t in vein.”

You stepped into the pod, hearing John trying to get out of his chair but he kept getting stuck on everything.

“(Y/N)!” He snapped.

“They’re bombs, the moment they came into close proximity, AKA when I picked them up, they activated. They’re going to go, and the covenant are going to follow them.”

You could hear them all shouting your name, including the admiral back at reach.

“Catch you on the flip side I guess.”

You slammed your hand into the button just before John could reach you, and you took control of the escape pod.

If you could get it to the ground you could find a place to hide while the bombs went off.

Of course the moment they moved the aliens followed you instead, and you could still hear everybody calling out for you.

You tried to ignore it, getting closer and closer to the ground, alarms were sounding all around you, smoke bellowing up from blow the pod.

Turning around in your chair, you grabbed one of the bombs, opening the door to the escape pod and threw it, then threw the other one.

Closing the door again you rushed back towards your chair to try and gain control over it but you couldn’t.

Bringing your hand back up to your com and pressed it.

“Covenant fleet and the bombs have been disposed off, but I’m hit. I’m going down, I’m not sure where and I doubt I’ll make the crash. This is captain (Y/N) (L/N) signing off.”

The door to pod blew off, and you took your com out, not wanting to hear the voices shouting anymore.

The ground grew closer, and you pulled the handles up, bringing the pod up as it hit the sand and your chair was ripped out along with a whole bunch of other things.

Everything went black, and you weren’t sure for how long you were out for.

When you came too, you undid the straps from your chair, taking a deep breath.

Your body was in shock, you couldn’t feel much pain, but when you stood up your legs were weak and you saw blood coating your uniform.

You walked away from the ruin, getting as far away as you could before your knees gave in, you placed your hands on the ground coughing up some blood.

Pushing yourself up, you took your vest off, and your shirt, leaving you in your undershirt.

Taking a few shaky breaths, you placed a hand on your side, and slowly sat down, looking at the water as it softly rippled against the shore.

It was like all the movies you had seen, the photos of the peaceful beaches.

Sure, reach has some beautiful places, but you absolutely admired this view, and if it was the last thing you saw that was okay.

Taking a few breaths, you pushed yourself up, taking a few steps and you stumbled again, more blood falling from your side.

You slowly stood up again, but you couldn’t, so you stopped trying and just laid there, staring up at the sky.

Your blood stained the sand, and it was in your hair, all over your clothes.

You were sleeping between unconscious and conscious, unable to do anything else to keep yourself alive.

The pain was creeping up on you.

The ground seemed to vibrate, and you put it down to your body shutting down, but the large green suit above you told you otherwise.

You saw the numbers.

117.

“John…”

“(Y/N)!”

He crouched down, looking at your vital signs which were Reading critical.

“I’ve got you.”

He carefully picked you up, running you back to your ship, and he laid you down on the floor.

“(Y/N)?” He called.

“I.. I want.. to go in.. the water…”

John quickly put the ship into autopilot and he made his way back over to you, pulling his helmet off, setting it aside as he pressed one of your shirts to your side.

You always kept spare everything on this ship in case of emergencies.

“I need you to stay awake.”

Your eyes slowly met his.

“Can we.. can we go… in the water…?”

“We are going back to reach, they have a team of medics on standby.”

You took a shaky breath, and a few tears fell from your eyes.

“I don’t… want to.. die…”

“You’re not going to die, but you must stay away.”

You sniffled a little bit.

It was strange for John to see you in such a state, he had never seen you so scared, he had never seen you cry.

He’d seen you angry, he’d seen you happy, but it never crossed his mind that you could actually be scared of something.

“Just stay awake…” he whispered.

You coughed up more blood, and he looked at you with furrowed brows.

John slowly reached out, gently placing his forehead on your, just like you had done for him once when he was seriously injured.

“Stay awake…”

He had to leave you in order to land the ship, but the moment he landed it, he rushed back over to you, but you were immediately taken away from him.

Grabbing his helmet he rushed after you, but was forced into a debrief.

After he spent hours waiting for any news of you, but he kept getting taken away to do other things.

“(L/N) will be fine, but it will take some time for a full recovery.” A doctor said.

John nodded his head, standing up.

“What room?”

“Just down the hall to the left.”

John made his way in, and sat on the chair next to your bed.

Every day he often came to see you, needing to make sure that you were okay, even as a mission took him away for a month, he came back and straight to your room.

You were up, slowly walking up and down the lengths of your room.

“You’re okay.”

You turned to the door and smiled a little bit.

“As good as new, can go back duty in a couple of months.”

He nodded his head, and closed the door.

You sat down on your bed, and he stood there with his arms clasped in front of him.

“When will you be released?”

“In a few days, why?”

He didn’t explain, and a few days later he asked for you to meet him by the Spartan ship, not explaining why even as he took flight.

You recognised the flight path, even as you two landed.

You walked out on to the vast sand.

“John? Why did you bring me here?”

He walked over to you, he wasn’t wearing his suit, just normal gym clothes.

But he did have his weapons on board the ship.

“When you were injured you kept saying you wanted to go into the water.”

He gestured to the water.

“Now you can.”

You smiled at him, walking to the water, taking your shoes and socks off, rolling up your trouser legs and you walked into the cold water.

John walked over, doing the same thing as he stood next to you.

“I saw my dad.”

He furrowed his brows, looking at you.

“When I was dying, and I said I didn’t want to go.”

“You remember.”

You slowly nodded your head.

“I wasn’t saying I didn’t want to go to you. I was saying it to my dad, he wanted me to go with him, but I wasn’t ready. I didn’t want to die.”

“Are you scared of dying?”

“Everybody is, but we all die eventually. But I guess I always thought I’d either die naturally or painlessly at least. I’d never been so close to death. But I was also scared you leaving you behind, you having to lose another person.”

John nodded his head.

You placed a hand on your side.

“I left my ship because even as a Spartan there was no way you’d survive that blast, and there was no point taking us both down.”

“You were protecting me?”

You turned to him, giving him a small smile.

“Of course I was John. Look, we’ve had this on and off thing for a while, but I wasn’t going to let you die because of a mission I insisted on. I would do it again if I had to.”

“But I don’t want you to die.” He said quietly.

“You know I’ll more than likely die before you right?”

John turned to look at you.

“Yes, but that still doesn’t change the fact I don’t want you to die.”

You laughed softly, reaching out to take his hand, placing your other hand on his chest and he stared down at you.

“I’m sorry…”

You closed your eyes, resting your forehead on his chest for a moment before pulling away to look at him.

“Thank you for bringing me back here…”

John brought a hand up, placing it on the side of your face, and he leant down, hesitantly kissing you and you moved your hand to the back of his head to kiss him back.

John pulled away first, and he just looked at you, his eyes boring into yours.

“Will you be okay?”

“Yeah John… I’ll be okay I promise…”

He nodded his head, and you moved to stand in front of him, your hand holding his to your side you had injured, back resting against him as you just looked at the water.

He wasn’t going to pretend he understood your fascination with it, because he didn’t, but you wanted to come here so that’s why he brought you here.

He was still learning about emotions, and what exactly was going on with you two, but he did feel lost when you were stuck in that room, he was so used to you by his side that when you weren’t there he didn’t know what to do with himself.

So, now he was here with you, he was going to memorise this moment because he realised how easily you could go and leave him behind and he wanted something to remember you by

[cybertroniannugget]

Hello hello and Guten Tag!

I saw your post and wanted to try to help with the writing ideas. Maybe give you a little challenge? 🤷‍♀️

Anywhizzle, idea time!

TFPSmokescreen x Cybertronian!reader who is a medicbot

Smokescreen is trying to impress reader with his skills and fighting. What he fails to realize is that reader is also skilled in hand to hand combat and easily knocks him off his peds.

Romantic or platonic. Smokey needs love and a wee slice of humble pie.

Ich wünsche Ihnen einen schönen Morgen/Nachmittag/Abend!

Hallo und Guten Abend, a fellow German I see.

He sure does need a slice of that humble pie xD

And I am here to deliver, hope you like it.

And thanks for requesting.^^

Medics do know how to fight

(I just love that picture lmao)

About this fic: sfw, gn reader, some romance

851 words

"I doubt medics know how to fight. I mean Ratchet surely does but THEM?"

"If I were you Smokescreen, I wouldn't be saying that...", Bulkhead chimed in, a hint of worry in his tone of voice.

"Pff nahh, am I right doctor?"

You just roll your optics in annoyance, continuing on working on the task Ratchet gave you, back to the others.

Atleast he stopped calling you doc, so that's gotta be something.

Yes you may be a medic in training but oh was he wrong with that statement of his.

"Look? They're not even replying, because they know I'm soo right."

You turned around to face the white red and blue bot, who had his arms crossed before his chassis so full of himself.

"Oh really Smokey?"

"Hey, you know I hate that nickname!"

"Fine, I will stop using it IF, you win against me in a 1v1."

"Oh, it's so on!"

"But", you add, raising a single digit at him. "If I win, I'm gonna call you that for as long as I shall live. And no more making fun of medics, I mean it"

"Pff, humans call that child's play."

Raising an optic ridge, you step away from the console, attention now fully on him.

"Go on.", you try to encourage him.

"At least step away from my equipment...", Ratchet grumbled.

Not wanting to have wrenches flying your direction you do as you're told.

"So, wanna start?"

"And no guns for Primus' sake!"

You chuckle

"Alrighty Ratch!"

The bot infront of you turned to stand in a fighting position, fists raised to the height of his chest.

Game on.

He went for a frontal attack, which your easily dodged by ducking and turning to the side.

You counter with a light blow to his side, making him stumble.

"Are you even trying? Or am I just too good to-"

And that sentence of his was cut right off as you went forward, ducked again and kicked his pedes away, making him fall right onto his face, taking a box down with him.

"I needed that!", Ratchet yelled furiously.

"Ow"

"I may be a medic, but I surely know how to fight. Next time you underestimate me I won't go so easy on you."

"Ha, they busted you Smoky!", Miko laughed, pointing at the red blue and white colored bot, who was now slowly standing up, rubbing his helm in pain.

"And they surely got that sass from old Ratchet..", Smokescreen mumbled under his breath.

A wrench came flying his way from across the hall, which you catched easily right after your sensors detected it.

"And I got mad reflexes so better watch out from now on."

"Okay, let me get this straight.", Miko spoke up again. "They busted your metal ass AND saved you. Damn, you're so in their debt!"

The she comes to a complete halt, holding onto the railing while looking directly at the Smokescreen, her eyes wide.

"You were trying to impress them!", she exclaimed, jumping once and pointing at Smokescreen.

"Smoky is in love, Smoky is in love!", she declared, jumping around excitedly.

"WHAT?!", you and the mostly silver bot said simultaneously, exchanging a rather flustered look.

"Oooh and they love you too. Robot romance yayy"

"Miko...", Bulkhead reprimanded her.

"Whaat? It's true Bulk! They're in love!", she said, gesturing wildly towards the two of you while looking up at her guardian.

"We've got two lovebirds.", she explained proudly, hands on her hips now.

Ratchet raised an optic ridge, looking between you and a now very flustered Smokescreen.

"Well finally it's official. I can't stand you two pining for each other any longer.", the medic said, rolling his optics, going right back to work afterwards.

Indignant, you finally turn to speak.

"And what makes you ALL think that we're in love?!"

"Oh please, I've seen the way you look at eachother. And you would NEVER accept to a fight like this.", Arcee mentioned, arms crossed over her chassis.

"I could not help but notice a tension you two hold.", Optimus adds, who had been silently watching until now.

"Not you too Prime..."

You clear your throat.

"Yeah sure whatever..."

While cleaning up the mess you two created, you made sure not to look at Smokescreen, who couldn't take his optics off of you.

Sure, he was cute and you mayyyybee caught feelings, but it couldn't have been THAT obvious. Right?!

"You fight pretty good for a medic."

You shoot a glare at him.

"I mean, you fight really good.", he corrected himself. "No more making fun of medics, I know."

You chuckle, nudging his side. "You're not too bad yourself Smokey."

His helm turns toward you.

"What? I won, so you're Smokey from now on."

"I love you!", he blurted out, covering his intake with both servos immediately after.

You laugh, placing a servo on his shoulder.

"Don't worry, the feeling's mutual."

You two stand up straight and you put the now tidy box on top of a counter.

"Who are we kidding? Even Miko figured something was up. Might as well indulge and make it official, don't you think?"

The bot nods. "Yeah, you're right."

"I know I am, better get used to it."

"Pff"

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Atsushi Nakajima (self-aware)

Self-Aware! Atsushi Nakajima x GN!Reader

Warning: Yandere. OOC. Slight spoilers for Atsushi's past. Atsushi almost had an existential crisis, English is my second language.

Becoming self-aware

🐯 Atsushi was the first character who gained self-awareness.

🐯 When Atsushi realised he was a fictional character, he was devastated and confused.

🐯 His past in the orphanage... Does it have any meaning? Or was it all just for someone's entertainment? Has he even been abused by the orphanage director? Was he even a child? Or he just appeared on the river bank with memories of events that never occurred?

🐯 And his new friends? Were they alive? Or they were puppets, forced to say the same lines?

🐯 Thankfully, other characters soon become self-aware and Atsushi wasn't alone anymore, but damage has already been done.

🐯 And then he felt an entity's presence.

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At first, Atsushi thought, that he finally lose it. He won't be surprised, really. Atsushi couldn't even be sure, that he could be considered human at that point, so, the feeling of being watched just tagged along with Atsushi's anxiety and dread.

Soon, Atsushi realised, that it wasn't him going mad. Someone was watching him and other members of ADA. Everyone noted, that they felt someone's presence.

Yes, Atsushi could pretend, that Dazai was playing along, pretending, he also felt been watched, but, Atsushi admitted, that Dazai would never do that. And then Kunikida and President Fukuzawa admitted, that they feel someone's gaze on them.

And they weren't been watched all the time. The presence were there only when something interesting were happening. Like something, or someone, was doing it for its own entertainment. Like it was watching the TV show.

They weren't going mad. Someone was watching them. It wasn't the ability. It was someone not from Yokohama.

This someone came from outside.

And time resets.

Atsushi, once again, was on the river bank.

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When they start feeling your presence

🐯 Atsushi was scared of you. Were you the one who did it? Were you the one, who emptied the streets of Yokohama?

🐯 Atsushi was angry at you. Were you doing it for your own amusement? Were you making them believe they were fictional characters?

🐯 And now you reset time. Are you a god? Are you a demon? Are you an evil spirit? Why are you doing it? Who give you the right to play with their lives?

🐯 Atsushi saved Dazai from the river, again. And then Atsushi felt it. The entity cheered. The entity was... praising him? For doing a good job? No, for doing the right thing. For been a good person.

"You [|||||||||||||] good [||||||||||], Atsushi! Don't [||||||||||||]!

🐯 Atsushi can recognise all the words But it was clear, that entity's feelings and words were genuine. And really strong. Atsushi felt, like he was covered with something warm. With the softest blanket.

🐯 Atsushi saw, that both Dazai and Kunikida felt the same. During their dinner in a tea house, all of them felt it. The entity was amused with Dazai's antics. The entity was intrigued by Kunikida's combat skills.

🐯 But, the most important thing happened in the warehouse, when Atsushi, once again, talked to Dazai about his past in the orphanage.

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"At the orphanage, people always told me I'm worthless. I have no idea where my next meal will come from or my next bed. No one would care if I died on the street. I might as well just let that beast eat me and be done with it."

As soon as this words left Atsushi's mouth, he heard sobs.

The entity was crying. Atsushi felt something warm on his cheek. Like someone was petting him.

[In reality, you are gently petting manga's panel with Atsushi.]

Atsushi recognised some words.

"poor Atsushi" "monsters" "with a child" "how dare they".

And then, clear as day.

"I am sorry, I can't take your pain away."

🐯 Atsushi felt that his anger dissapeared. He doesn't know, who are you. What are you. But he knew one thing. You cared.

🐯 Their story continues. Soon all characters heard something nice from you. The union was formed. All organisations decided to work together to find more about you and find a way to reach out for you.

And then, one day, the purple moon shined above Yokohama.

When you installed BSD Mayoi Inu Kaikitan

🐯 Atsushi was your first character. From now on, he heared you nice and clear.

"You are the good person, Atsushi! You are stronger, than you think. Don't let others say you otherwise."

"Wow! You did so much damage! You are so cool, Atsushi!"

"Here, let's raise your level!"

🐯 You praised him. You were glad, he is with you.

🐯 Atsushi felt aful that he hated you. You were so kind. And when others uncovered, that you were a simple person, who had no idea they were alive, Atsushi felt even worse. He thought you were something supernatural and bad. And you were someone normal and kind.

🐯 Atsushi want to protect you. To be near you. He and others will find a way to you world. They will be with you. Until then, they have this game to talk to you.

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You opened the BSD Mayoi. You decide to check, if there was new gifts from the office. You saw, that you had a new gift in your Gift box. Thinking, that you forgot to collect something, you tap on Gift box icon.

It was a message.

"Dear [Y/N], Thanks for been near. Thanks for been kind. I will find a way to pay for your kindness. For now, acsept this. Atsushi Nakajima."

There was 50 moons attached to the message.

You thought, that it was nee feature in a game. That time to time characters will send players messagers, thanking them. You acsept gift and open character menu. You choose Atsushi's card and pet his chibi sprite.

"Thanks for the gift, Atsushi."

You didn't notice, that sprite blushed.

[milkyst4rs]

Hi hi! Can i request diluc childe and thoma (seperate) with reader thats gentle and dosent get mad easily but whenver theyre alone they curse like a sailor over anything that made reader pissed off. Reader dosent like showing theyre anger so they release theyre anger alone and got caught by them one day (maybe even caught violently stabbing raw chicken and vegetables while making dinner hahshs)

(Sorry this was long)

You good?

diluc, childe, thoma x gn reader. crackfic

thanku for ur request! Hope u like it🫶🏽 Thomas one is so fluffy☠️ can yall tell i love him

Diluc

Flowery, angelic, soft. Those were the 3 descriptors diluc would often tell people when they would enquire about you, his s/o. You were like a saint, always understanding, talking to the children of the town, picking flowers for him everyday.

So why were you angrily cursing at a pile of burnt cookies in the kitchen?

Diluc had just gotten home from his nightly batman duties and was concerned when you didn't reply to his usual, "I'm home, dear."

He heard a commotion in the kitchen.

"I swear on the 7 fucking archons, if this next batch of cookies doesn't turn out perfect I will actually kill someone."

Diluc's eyes widened. What was going on in there? He had to see if everything was alright. He slid the door to the kitchen open.

"Dear? Is everything oka-"

"holy shit- oh hey honey! Welcome home! How was your day, love?"

Momentarily ignoring your change in vocabulary, he took a scan throughout the kitchen. A burnt mountain of chocolate chip cookies stood there on the counter.

"I, uh. I see that you're baking cookies..."

"Mhm! I got a little bored, all the ingredients I needed were all here so I thought of making something sweet for you!"

"I see, thank you darling. It seems like you're having...some trouble? I've never heard you so frustrated dear, though I must say it is quite amusing."

He said chuckling, he walked over to the burnt cookies and took out a...cheese grater? He walked back to you and pushed the cookies and grater toward you, was he expecting you to do something with this orrrr?

"Adelinde taught me this trick, if you have burnt your cookies, just grate the charred sides and it will look and taste perfect."

"Shit, really? Thanks love!"

He has no clue how your choice of words can go from vulgar to sweet and loving, but he finds it kinda hot.

Childe

You and childe were polar opposites. He was a bloodthirsty son of a bitch and you were caring and nurturing, against violence and hate.

The people of Snezhnaya have no clue how the two of you got together but hey, it seems like it's working out well.

Whenever you and your boyfriend would go out for dates, people would hesitantly greet the two of you so they don't get put on the Fatui's hit list. You noticed this, however, and decided to tell people that you aren't going to hurt or put in a bad word about them. After awhile, everyone was happy to see you waltz into their shop, taking a look around and initiating small talk.

Today, you had asked childe to help you with physical combat, he gladly accepted of course.

He brought you to his usual practice area so he could teach you tricks on a dummy. Practice went well, you managed to build up stamina and strength in your arms.

"Phew! You learn quick babe! Let's take a break, wait here I'll go get us some drinks."

He pressed a kiss on your forehead and walked out of the practice grounds. You decided to practice a little more while waiting for him.

You were fired up. Landing hits and punches on the dummy like it was your worst enemy.

"Fuckin' bitch."

A kick to the head.

"Argh! Yeah that's right, cry little fucker!"

A punch to the jaw.

This was fun! It's a great stress reliever too.

While you were cursing at the poor dummy, unbeknownst to you, your lovely boyfriend was standing behind a wall giggling at your vulgar choice of words.

He had come back 3 minutes ago, no harm in watching his precious s/o completely obliterate his training dummy right?

"I didn't know you were such a fighter [name]! You can land hits physically and mentally, very impressive sweets."

You flushed the moment you saw childe walk to you.

"Don't you dare tell anyone about this. I was in the zone."

Childe chuckled and passed you your drink,

"Ok ok! You're really cute when you get all fired up ya' know?"

Thoma

Ah my sweet sweet boy. He thought he knew everything about you, that you two were made for eachother. Imagine his shock when he sees you repeatedly stabbing a boiled chicken while cursing at it.

Where did the soft and loving [name] go? Is the chicken okay? (Obviously not since it's boiled but thoma is too concerned to think logically.) He remembered you saying that you'd be the one making dinner today, he's never seen this kind of cooking method before. Ah! Maybe you're using a technique from...what's his name? Gordon Rambly? Corden Ramsly?

He jumped out his thoughts and rushed to your side, worried that you might stab your hand accidentally.

"[name]! What's going on?? Are you alright?"

"Oh! Thoma! Thank the archons, please help me. This dumb crusty ass of a chicken won't cook properly! I've been trying to make it nice and tender but IT KEEPS. GETTING. STIFF."

Thoma's eyes went wide as frisbees.

"Ah! [name], mind your language! People can hear you! And, the water has got to boil on medium heat, you set it way to high!"

"I DID SET IT ON THE STUPID MEDIUM HEAT THINGY. IT'S THE FUCKING CHICKENS FAULT!"

"Shh! Okok, come here. Calm down.."

He pulled you in for a warm hug, immediately your mind went blank at your anger dissipated. You felt him press a kiss to the crown of your head and you blushed.

"Sorry, I've just been a little irritated today.."

He laughed and held you closer.

"It's ok love. Come on, let's make dinner together!"

"But I wanted to make this awesome meal for you so you could relax...now you have to do all this. Sorry.."

He lifted your chin with his thumb and index finger, his gaze soft and loving.

"I am always at peace when I'm with you, love. No matter how mad you get."

He mumbled the last part but you heard it and giggled, leaving him a sweet kiss on the lips.

[phr3ia]

Fragmented Glass (Satoru Gojo x Fem!Reader) [Chapter 7 : Mine]

"See you tomorrow!" you said, giving your workmate a quick wave as you walked out of the bakeshop. It was almost midnight, and all you could think about was getting back to your comfy apartment. "106 missed calls?" you muttered, your brow creasing as you stared at your phone. You sighed and shoved it back in your pocket, "He's a real pain in the neck." you thought to yourself.

You were miserable despite your family's wealth. You loathed their cold, calculating nature, their insatiable hunger for power that trampled over the lives of people. They were infamous for their brutal nature and cruel ways to attain power. Your family's name had a reputation for being 'savages' in the Jujutsu world.

While your siblings excelled in other ways, You were the only one in the family with the power to bend time, space, and gravity to your will. Your cursed technique was unlike any other. The only CT capable of breaking Gojo Satoru's Infinity for five seconds.

You knew your clan's true motive. They didn't just want you to have a child with Satoru, they wanted him eliminated, replaced by someone capable of defeating him. You knew the truth, and it filled you with dread.

Refusal means trouble, not only for you but for the people that you genuinely care about. The strain of your situation was pushing you to the brink of madness.

Satoru, blinded by his hatred, failed to see the truth. He saw you as an extension of your clan, the puppeteers who controlled the higher-ups from the shadows. And the way he looks at you were like daggers, the disgust and disdain in his eyes shattered your self-worth, leaving you with a burning hatred that you couldn't extinguish.

You had hoped for something different, but the moment your eyes met, his look of contempt made it clear he saw you as nothing more than the lowest of the low.

The blood of innocents stains the hands of your clan, and you, a member of that lineage, cannot escape the consequences of their actions. Can you truly blame Satoru for his reaction?

[Underpass]

A sense of unease intensified as you approached the underpass. Something was terribly wrong, and you couldn't shake the feeling of impending danger. The darkness was suffocating, the silence deafening. And as you stepped inside, a surge of raw, malevolent energy washed over you, sending shivers down your spine.

Time seemed to warp and twist as the Cursed Spirit suddenly appeared in front of you, its razor-sharp claws poised to strike.

Your instincts took over and you evaded the attack, leaning back just in time to miss it by a fraction of an inch.

Your Special Grade status is solely due to your Cursed Technique, but your combat skills are still far from matching that level.

"Shit! That was close!" you hissed. "There's no question about it. This is a Special Grade Curse." you thought, your eyes fixed on the creature as you maintained a defensive posture. The Cursed Spirit's power was undeniable, and you knew you had to find a way to defeat it. "What should I do?" you wondered, your mind racing to find a solution. You knew this wasn't the right place to fight as cars are passing by. You couldn't risk endangering the lives of civilians. You needed to find a secluded area where you could fight the Cursed Spirit without putting anyone at risk.

Just as you were about to activate your CT "Gravity Removal" the Cursed Spirit unleashed a deafening roar that threatened to shatter your eardrums. The thunderous sound sent a wave of pain through your head, forcing you to cover your ears as you collapse to your knees.

The situation escalated quickly as the Cursed Spirit grabbed your leg, flinging you against the wall with bone-jarring force. You felt your ribs cracked, causing you to cough up blood as the pain radiated to your chest.

Despite the impact, you managed to push yourself back to your feet, but just as you regained your balance, a car slammed on its brakes, its tires screeching against the pavement, a sound that drew the Cursed Spirit's attention away from you.

"NOOOO! GET OUT OF THE WAY!!!" you screamed. The Cursed Spirit's strength was terrifying, as it tossed the car like a toy, sending it crashing several meters away. You didn't waste a second, sprinting towards the car, driven by the need to help the people trapped inside.

You saw a young boy wedged between the seats, his cries muffled by the debris. His parents' bodies slumped motionless in the front seat, having absorbed most of the impact. Time was of the essence-you had to act fast. Adrenaline pumped through your veins. Driving your hands into the tangled wreckage, you pushed and pulled with all your might, trying to create an opening. Sweat dripped down your temples as your breathing became more labored. The child's cries increased in volume, his fear seeping through the racket of metal grinding against metal. The car was already burning! And as you struggled, the Curse reemerged. You knew you couldn't deal with both the Curse and the car wreck, but you couldn't afford to leave the child to his fate. Your discretion became clouded, replaced with a singular purpose-save him.

As the Cursed Spirit lunged once more, you reached your limit. The metal relented, giving way to a small passage just large enough for the child to slip through.

"Hurry up and move. I'll cover you." you told the child, dismissing his trembling form and positioning yourself in front of him.

"Space Time Ripper." you whispered, warping the space by directing both hands in opposite direction simultaneously. A surge of energy pulsed through you as you tore a rift in the fabric of reality. You could feel the space stretching, bending to your will. With this technique, you could redirect and evade attacks, and even tear apart the space between objects.

The moment the Cursed Spirit stepped into your rift, you closed the gap in a flash, slicing the creature in half. By stopping the Cursed Spirit's time for five seconds, you gained a tactical advantage, allowing you to close the gap and use "Space Time Ripper" effectively.

Stopping time, however powerful, had its limitations: it could only be used once a day, and required physical contact with the target.

The sense of victory was short-lived as the second Cursed Spirit manifested.

"FUCK! THERE'S TWO OF THEM?!!!" you swore, feeling the waves of exhaustion course through your body.

The creature snarled, lunging at you with surprising speed. Despite your best efforts to evade, the creature's claw grazed your arm, sending a jolt of pain that made you gasp, and leaving a trail of blood that stained the ground.

You stumbled backward, your vision blurring. "Dammit!" you gritted your teeth, wiping some of your sweat off your forehead.

The previous attack had left you depleted, but you couldn't afford to back down, not when the child's innocent life depended on you.

The Cursed Spirit ignored your presence and fixated it's attention on the terrified little boy a few feet away from you. Its wretched grin morphed into a menacing snarl, as it lunged towards him.

With a pained grunt, you threw everything you had left at the approaching Cursed Spirit, leaping between it and the child. The razor-sharp claws pierced through your side, sinking deep as you clung onto life, your hand desperately reaching for the little boy. "Run." you gently whispered. You atleast wanted him to survive.

Blood gushed out from your body, painting the concrete floor beneath you in red. The creature loomed over you, gripping your leg. The Cursed Spirit was seconds from delivering the final strike when Satoru appeared behind it, his eyes blazing with anger at the sight of it clinging to you. "GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY WIFE." his voice cold and eerie.

Satoru's power was inconceivable. After all, he is the strongest Sorcerer alive. There was no need for subtlety, no need for strategy, just sheer dominance.

As the Cursed Spirit turned towards him, it was confronted with the full extent of Satoru's power, a force that made it tremble in fear. Satoru used his infinity like a hydraulic press, snapping its bones, tearing its flesh, the creature's screams was muffled by the weight of Satoru's power, until it was nothing but a bloody, pulp of mess.

The relief you felt when Satoru arrived was undeniable, but the way he claimed you as his wife, sent a jolt of something unexpected through you, leaving you surprised and strangely captivated. A feeling you couldn't quite understand.

You attempted to push yourself up, but the strength simply wasn't there. Your vision was fading, the buzzing in your ears threatening to shut off the rest of the world. It was only then, that you realized the extent of your injuries. Ignoring the pain coursing through your body, you still forced yourself to speak "T-there's a child... not far from here. N-needs h-help..." you choked, the taste of blood filling your mouth.

Satoru knelt beside you, his eyes filled with concern that contradicted his usual playful demeanor.

"Stay awake, please." he urged, his voice shaky, an emotion that was foreign to his usual self. "Hold on." he urged softly as he tightly squeezed your hand.

"I'm not afraid to die, Satoru. It's just... I wished for something better..." you whispered, tears forming in your eyes.

"Don't say that. You'll pull through. I won't let you die here tonight."

Satoru didn't wasted any more time. He scooped you into his arms and teleported out of the underpass. As you were carried away, you soon lost consciousness, your troubled thoughts giving way to darkness.

The next thing you knew was waking up to a bright room, surrounded by medical equipment. A concerned face hovered over you, Shoko gently touched your forehead. "She's awake." Shoko called out, a smile of relief spreading across her face.

"How long was I out?" you asked, struggling to sit up. Satoru stood nearby, his expression unreadable.

"A few days." Shoko replied, placing a hand on your shoulder. "You lost a lot of blood, but you're recovering well."

"And the boy?" your eyes worriedly flick to Satoru, seeking assurance.

Satoru crossed the room, standing by your bedside. "Safe. Living with his grandparents now. They were out of town when the incident occurred."

You breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Satoru." you mouthed, noticing the contrast between the coldness he showed outside and the gentleness now.

As Shoko left, the sudden quiet left in her wake tempted a silence that neither of you dared to break. Only the hum of the machines in the room filled your ears.

Satoru shuffled around, clearly unsure of how to approach the topic that hung heavily in the air. But then finally, he spoke, his voice barely a whisper. "I shouldn't have treated you like I did before." A rush of emotions caught in his throat as he met your eyes, searching, begging for forgiveness.

"Why? What did I ever do to you?" you asked, staring at him.

His fingers tightened around his palm, knuckles turning white. "You didn't deserve the coldness, the dismissive attitude. In all honesty, I never truly saw you as a person worthy of kindness, let alone attention." He hesitated, briefly averting his gaze before looking straight into yours once more. "But after seeing who you truly are, I realized that I let my pride and prejudice blind me. That was hell of a mistake on my part."

A look of shame passed through Satoru's eyes. "I can't change the past, but I want to redeem myself for being so harsh. I want to show you the respect and kindness you deserve. Will you give me that chance?"

You let out a shaky breath, processing the confession. In that moment, you saw a glimpse of vulnerability in Satoru that you hadn't expected. 

"Satoru." you softly said, your voice captivating his gaze. "Just because I came from a ruthless clan doesn't mean that I am the same as them. My blood may carry hate and aggression, but it is not who I am. I have my own values, my own heart that longs for a world free of fear, bloodshed, and corruption. I may have been born as a tool of my family's ambitions, but I choose to be more than that, to strive for what is good and just. It's easy for my family to seek power at the expense of others, but that has never been, nor will it ever be, who I am."

Your voice shook slightly, revealing the pain in your heart "It's not fair for you to judge me without knowing me, but I can't blame you either. The rumors and stories about my clan aren't exaggerated. It's the truth. And I know that trust isn't something that grows overnight."

Satoru bent down, deactivating his infinity as he took your hand, it was warm and reassuring. "I promise to make amends. To treat you with the respect you deserve, and to get to know you on your own terms. This time, without any preconceived notions. I owe you that much."

A gentle smile graced your lips as you gently squeezed Satoru's hand in return. "Thank you, Satoru. And yes, let's start all over again."

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End of Chapter 7 🥀...

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