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My Invincible Oc🦸🏾‍♀️

As a continuation to my post from earlier, here is my OC for Invincible!

- Her name is Godusa “Go-dis-a” Sandra Carter

- The name Godusa is of Hebrew Origin meaning “Ability to transfer dreams into reality” or else English Origin with the extension “The one with the big dreams and achievements. They have the ability to change or transfer the dream in reality.” Sandra is interpreted to mean “protector of man” or “defender of man” (as in speaking Hu-man) or else “the defender of mankind” in biblical meaning.

- Backstory

- As a little girl, Godusa was once on a bus traveling the rest of the way in North Philadelphia, through Strawberry Mansion neighborhood.

- Passengers were suddenly jolted out of their reveries by a resounding neigh followed by the clip clop of hooves. Godusa’s mother motions for her to look out the window where she sees a group of gallant black cowboys on horse back, galloping alongside cars and trucks on the city streets.

- It made her smile in wonderstruck. That summer, she would visit her grandmother who is in the community of black riders at Fletcher Street Stables. The stables were believed to be the bedrock for their neighborhood, providing a safe haven from the challenges many of them faced in their daily lives.

- Her grandmother would share stories with her that Hollywood westerns long ago popularized the image of the sharp shooting, fearless, white cowboys of American lore. But during the early 20th century, Black Southerners began migrating north for industrial jobs, bringing their livestock with them.

- Some drove horse-drawn carriages, delivering milk and food while some worked as cowboys passing through; herding cattle and helping settle Western frontier. Then, they worked as jockeys and horse trainers for professional horse races.

- When automobiles and trains replaced horses as the primary mode of transportation, black cowboys kept their animals in the city, even attending auctions to save unwanted horses from being killed. The community continued to thrive with several black owned riding clubs across Philadelphia, a number of which were located on Fletcher Street.

- Godusa had the stable to come to instead of being on the street and getting into trouble. As she was given chores and duties for the stables, she met a Friesian horse, a mare who was newly herded into the stables. She named her Midnight, after the reminisce of dark chocolate from her close lying sleek and glossy coat shining under the sunshine. She stood out with the crinkly remnants in her mane from braiding it, as well as the barrettes clipped in. Godusa would become one of the few black cowgirls in the urban horse riding community.

- However, as the town began to gentrify areas, the city began to seize the property riders had used for repurposing abandoned warehouses, empty lots and rowhouse shells to stable their horses. Horses end up being displaced after stables are being sold to people or being bought for developers. City and animal welfare officials raided the Fletcher Street Stables, ordering the immediate removal of 40 horses and seized at least two they believed to be sick. Although they were quietly returned days later after veterinarians determined they were healthy, a lie was told that Midnight was deemed sick and had to be moved to a different state for better care/treatment for the veterinarian that could treat her.

- Midnight actually ran away after being displaced from the stables and was never seen again by Godusa. From her disappearance, it inspired her childhood to be fond for fictional narratives of horses including ponies and mythological approaches of the animal. Her mother thought it would only be a phase since she experienced something such as that at a young age. But it would arrive back later in her years of high school.

- Godusa became interested in youth activism after being academically consistent in her grades. While she was remarkably studious in school, she involved herself in digital platforms; discovering that youth play a critical role in building change from being exposed to social media, thus connected in digital ways. Then they would be able to unify solidarity across the nation and the globe.

- Screens across the world showed Black Lives Matter in protest of continued police brutality and racist violence. The movement increased attention to digital hashtag campaigns like #saytheirnames and #sayhername. She became aware that technology could aid us through challenging and exiting oppressive systems since schooling has been rooted in centuries of violence and oppression. Yet digitally, youth are building liberating systems by using their voices on issues shaping their lives.

- As earnest as she was to school, she decided she would pinpoint ethnic studies—education centering the true histories and experiences of people of color. More importantly, she wanted to challenge racist education norms and systems, also dismantling white supremacy. As a senior in high school, she aspired of being an educator for youngsters, particularly surrounding underrepresentation of students of color in advanced classes and providing equal parts, academic rigor, and character development so that students could have the foundation necessary to determine their own destinies. Doing so, she could build her own schools in some of the city’s most underserved neighborhoods that needed high performing schools. Responding to the continued urgent need for uncompromising schools.

- She along with other students surrounding similar issues joined together by canvassing or marching. She joined programs in which youth guide policies, events, curriculum, social media, and district wide student voice around identified problems. She was also allowed to hold conventions or conferences in different schools to engage with other students and having her voice be heard, including Reginald Vel Johnson High School where she meets Mark Grayson as her love interest.

- However, Godusa knew of some of the consequences youngsters would face when challenging politics. Oftentimes, asserting rights to justice and fairness, especially when it critiques schools and the adults who run them can compound experiences with discrimination. Speaking out on social media can lead to cyber bullying, experiencing discriminatory and violent language, or even threats of violence. The reality of the emotional and potential physical harm of youth activism causes ethical dilemmas. Youth can prepare themselves for these experiences by learning from the practices of those who’ve faced resistance before and by studying their human rights so they can assert them. Concurrently a time when she also gains knowledge of her powers.

Powers and Abilities

- Godusa’s mother revealed to her that having a woke mindset; the awareness of issues that concern social justice and racial justice, unlocks the powers of the mind by achieving a higher cognition. It adds an extension to the cerebrum; creating numerous more pathways of neurons with docile neural impulses. These electrical discharges that travel along the nerve fibers can be manipulated into anything her mind wills.

- Subconscious manipulation: After Godusa was revealed to her family’s secret, she was exposed to deeper connections within herself including her personal ideas, wishes or desires, traumatic memories, painful emotions, etc. She imagined the inside of her mind to be shaped into a biosphere teeming with biodiversities of life forms derived from the characters of her childhood. They appeared as chimerical creatures; merged with different parts of various other animals. While it might’ve sounded horrific, it was the idea of fictitious beings in their own ecology, forming a vast neural network spanning the entire world—fantastical by her imagination—that allowed for her and the creatures to connect.

- Each creature embodies an aspect of her mind; be it her memories which it may arrange them in any sort she desires, her secrets and information hidden deep in the subconscious, or giving shape to her emotions and thoughts hidden inside her mind. One of these creatures may also manipulate her dreams as well as being able to create vivid nightmares.

-Meta Summoning: Godusa can summon any of her creatures into existence. They may enter in symbiosis with her to assist as advisers, guardians or power sources, or emerge into existence to carry out more tangible tasks. They may have a will of their own or act as extensions of Godusa while their minds are usually connected to better serve her. All summons share an absolute and unbreakable loyalty towards her, being fundamentally incapable of disobeying her orders or turning against her.

- Conceptual Symbiosis: By being able to bring anything from her inner world into existence, the creature’s powers also may become existent into the material world. Godusa may manipulate these powers through a symbiotic relationship with the creatures as concepts of her cognition. She often displays this technique with her conceptualization of Midnight. Midnight became fantasized as a unicorn with a translucent, rippling and sparkling mane and the same characteristic of a black coat. Hence, she has a spiraling horn protruding from her forehead, feathery fetlocks, cloven hooves and a lion’s tail.

- By sharing a symbiosis, Godusa has Midnight’s horn on her head, linking with the meta summoning of how the entity may come into existence.

- Dream Manipulation: Godusa may manipulate dreams from the symbiosis of Midnight and the creature embodying that aspect of her mind (her dreams). This includes modifying, suppressing, fabricating, influencing, manifesting, and observing dreams as well as nightmares, or daydreams. She may bestow nightmares or lucid dreaming, entrap people in REM and promote spiritual/emotional healing within dreams.

- In some cases, things may extend to the real world such as wounds inflicted on a sleeping victim. She may be able to pull someone from the waking world or bring people/things from the dream world into the waking world.

- Dream attacks/Oneiric energy manipulation: Godusa can create shape and control the esoteric energy flowing within the world of dreams. She can control the energy into different emissions; energy ball projections, beams, blasts, bolts, cutting ranges, vortexes, etc. She may also combine the energy with her neural impulses, linking motor commands from her mind to perform remote interaction with objects surrounded by the oneiric energy.

- Dream constructs/Weapon Proficiency: can construct tools, objects and weapons conjured from her dreams. They’re usually summoned in the form of her horn. This means her horn can act as polearms, lances, spears, swords, staffs, etc. She may also use these detachments/weaponry as a javelin, a light spear thrown in competitive sports or as a weapon. Barriers or walls can be created as well.

- Oneiric Cognition: Being able to discern and instantly understand the dreams of other beings. She’s able to truly understand the deeper meaning behind the dreams of others and discern the anxieties behind nightmares as well.

- Dream Walking/Transport: Capable of entering the dreams of others. Also transporting them into her dreams or into their’s.

- Dream Communication/Telepathy: Communicating with others through their dreams especially if that person is incapable of physical speech or physically speaking.

- Dream materialization: By bringing things from the dream world into the waking world, Godusa may materialize oneiric based creatures physically separate from the animals in reality. This means that they are visually and physically different from the animal life bound by the Earth’s terrain. These beings may appear as bears, sheep or bunnies by Godusa familiarizing them with stuff toys. They’re made of oneiric energy, capable of having miniature powers rooted to the dream world like sleep inducement, healing a person if they are affected by a mental illness, or protecting them from bad dreams. They have varying permanence, so long as Godusa wills it or else she may delete it/send it back to the dream world.

- Dream Sharing/Thought Manifestation: Godusa can share her own dreams with others or cause others to share the same dream, allowing them to interact with each other or the user while they’re dreaming. She may also project images from her mind or others and manifest them into reality. This allows for telepathy as well.

- Empathy: By being capable of understanding the meanings of a person’s dreams reflective of their memories, she can fully interpret the emotions, moods, and temperaments associated with those occurrences.

- Emotion inducement/Memory Projection: She may succeed in persuading or influencing emotions from pulling/projecting a person’s memories into their mind. Its usually in the form of reminding them of what and how they felt in that memory by returning the importance of the moment, causing them to reminisce as well as going back into their past.

- Personal Emotions: By being able to give shape to her emotions through one of her subconscious creatures, she can manipulate emotions including her own personal emotional state, for effects like going berserker fighting rage, sympathy, relaxation and reasoning, or even becoming emotionless all together for logical reasons.

- Tranquil emotions: Can control her emotions while maintaining tranquility; by mastering her emotions, she can act in perfect clarity while in emotional situations.

- Emotion Empowerment: She may become faster, stronger, more durable, etc. by emotions of oneself and others, possibly unlocking abilities related to the affinity and enhancing the existing powers.

- Thought manipulation: Can make others think what she wants, control thinking processes, cause the loss of their line of thought including confusion, or completely shut off thinking processes. This may allow her to induce emotions on others or use it to push back any troubling thoughts and not think about it.

- True self recognition: Godusa can look into her own mind and recognize her true, inner self; what she truly wishes, what she needs, without the masks and personas that her as a recipient wears due to societal pressures. Her true inner self personifies who she wants to be or accomplish as a person, representing the greatest form of herself. It is shaped into a comprehensible replica of herself in order for her to see her true talent and finally embrace and harness her final form/true power. It may lead to manifesting/imposing her inner self.

Weaknesses/Limitations

- Godusa doesn’t see herself fit of being the type of superhero to dress in a suit and physically saving everyone. She sees that as heroes possibly looking for fame instead of actually leveling with the everyday lives people go through. There are still existential problems such as poverty, education inequity, gender inequality, discrimination, abuse in authority, hunger, overpopulation, etc.

- The very definition of superheroes are that they are “super”, that they possess powers and abilities which raises them above the level of ordinary humans. She would rather want to balance her normal life to help shape humanity and encourage the idea that there is a future for Earth as a community. She also wouldn’t want to work under the government because of the precedent of being weaponized, or retaining control over her as a possible military agent to work in different branches such as criminal justice, intelligence, or armed forces.

- Which means if she doesn’t want to be suited in a cape or spandex, she wouldn’t have as great practice over her powers or militant prowess such as hand to hand combat/other fighting techniques.

- It also holds her from realizing how powerful and capable she is. She could possibly impose a world she dreamt of for the sake of achieving world peace. But she holds herself back by trying not to let her powers intervene with her life as an “ordinary” person. This minor problem can lead into more casualties since she could be there to save/protect people if needed or as a result of the destructive collateral damage being caused by other heroes and villains.

Finalization

- Overall, Godusa wants to start small by starting a change in her community and joining activism to promote, impede, direct or intervene in social, political, economic or environmental reform with the desire to make changes in society towards a greater good. She dreamt of a “wonderful world” where she believed in Martin Luther King Jr who promoted non-violence resistance as a key to end all violence and racial hatred in order to eventually achieve equality between races. Yet, she also believed in Malcolm X who thought non violent methods were too slow to achieve progress and signified weakness. By any means necessary could they defend themselves and didn’t have to turn the other cheek. She could combine peaceful actions and her powers to project another world.

Inspirations

I Am Eloho

I Am Eloho, is a content creator and a pro black youtuber who may refer to herself and her subscribers as “unicorns”. There was an old intro of an artwork of her reining a unicorn while playing the theme from Rugrats remade with a bit of Trap. It instantly hooked me onto her channel and allowed me to vibe with her as a person and her posts. I hugely recommend watching her YouTube! https://youtube.com/channel/UCdkBFeXTTvcS4sH2BFP4spg

The Last Unicorn/Lady Amalthea

I’ve never seen the movie, but while doing my research I happened to discover a character from a movie about the villainous King Haggard plotting to destroy all the world’s unicorns. Lady Amalthea, the eponymous “Last Unicorn” is transformed into a young woman and learns about regret and love. She inspired the idea of a character personifying a mythical creature while I wondered about the powers that came along with it, like her being able to possess magical skills.

Twilight Sparkle

I was originally going to give Godusa the powers of magic after the inspiration of Twilight Sparkle since she was also a unicorn/alicorn. I initially thought unicorns had the power of magic which according to mythology, they have the power to cure diseases like measles, rubella, fever and pain or clear water from poison. Which was going to lead me to give her powers channeled and helped processed by the horn, such as psychic magic, magical telekinesis, or psionic magic.

Raven from Teen Titans

Raven and Twilight are also voiced by the same voice actor, linking similarities between the characters and likeness of their powers. I liked the idea of Godusa being a studious student because she was ambitious for what she wanted to do in her future. I gained an idea off a few of Raven’s powers such as her telekinesis, telekinetic constructs and empathy. She also uses magic which also gave me a reference for Godusa’s powers.

This a little bit of a lot to read but I wanted to put in detail for the character so there was an explanation of her powers and who she is as a person. For any other people who want to make a character for Invincible or just in general, I recommend visiting the website powerlisting or superpower Wiki https://powerlisting.fandom.com/wiki/Superpower_Wiki. It has every power existent on there if you want ideas to choose from.

Thank you for reading! Again, I’m accepting requests! And I will be creating my own story for Invincible when I get a chance to, hope everyone is having a great day!

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Update!!🤎🍫

I am happy to announce that I’m adding the Invincible series to the blog! You heard it, he’s risking it all! I will be accepting requests as well as making my own story for my oc! I’m excited because there’s almost hardly any fan-fictions for this show and it needs to get blown up. I heard there’s conformation that they’ll be making a season 2 and season 3 for this animation! Plus Mark is honestly pretty handsome.🤎🍫

Here is also a sneak peek of how I want my OC to look so far!

This way I can create a story revolving around her as a character as well as inserting her into the story line of the comic/season. Btw, yes that is a unicorn horn! Her powers will be elaborated on later on!

Anyways stay tuned~🤎🍫

#invincible #invincible x reader #mark grayson #mark grayson x reader #black oc #fanfic #invincible oc #black reader #black y/n

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If you’re taking reqs may I request Sanemi x black fem reader who is also a demon slayer and short tempered as him?

Absolutely! In the way of being short tempered, I would think of a s/o who isn’t afraid of speaking her mind if need be. So someone who often doesn’t agree with Sanemi’s actions at times since he can be stubborn and quick to lash out. Also doing things without thinking rationally since it can be extremely difficult to dissuade him from something after harboring so much hatred. Basically, whenever she’s around him, it’s just a totally different side of her she shows towards him that he’s just like ‘damn what I do to her’ lol.

Sanemi Shinazugawa x Black!Reader

- You were first to be born to two parents familial of a powerful military caste.

- During the feudal period, samurai were so highly valued in feudal Japan thanks to their lifetime of training in the art of war, their monopoly on the tools of war, and the use of these two values as officers of peace. Without these valuable traits and possessions, society could no longer justify their existence

- The Emperor Meiji realized that Japan was far behind the western nations in technology and that in order to survive as an independent country, they would need to make dramatic changes to catch up.

- They decided that the division of Japanese society into separate social classes hindered modernization. The task of removing the feudal class system was by removing the informal social superiority of the samurai and integrating them into the rest of society as equals.

- Eventually, they came to accept their new station in life and integrated with the rest of society. They became artisans, merchants, and farmers. Many joined the National army as officers or became civil servants.

- However, several people born in foreign countries were granted the title of samurai. The period of the Nanban (Southern Barbarian) in Japan from 1543 to 1614, is named such to mark the arrival of the first Europeans to Japan and ensuing establishing of certain relations of power and culture. The slaves were not only work horses of heavy labor but some were clerics, translators, interpreters and guides.

- There were different kinds of “black”, different hues and heritages as black bodies as slaves were not only from the African continent but also Malaysian and South Asian negrito tribals, black Asian aboriginal tribal peoples were enslaved by white nations during the colonial period. At the same time, Northern or East Asian attempted continuously to invade and conquer their southern neighbors, by land and sea. A man by the name of Takeshi, a black Asian, became a retainer of a daimyo, a great lord who were vassals of the shogun.

- Since the Southeast Asians and South Sea peoples were of darker complexion and with some having similar physical features with Africans, they were all considered “black” by the northern Asian invaders and traders. Condescending attitudes towards the Southeast Asians, Filipinos, and all tribal people, came concurrently with the desire to rule and be superior. Takeshi’s tribe was conquered and became part of lower caste groups and ethnic groups in Japan. After these ethnic groups were obliterated and assimilated with the Japanese as “one” people, Takeshi became born into a samurai family.

- When a child grew up in a samurai family, he was expected to be a warrior when he grew up, so much of his childhood being spent practicing different martial arts. This became respected of him as a Samurai, since not many black people would have the opportune of joining the upper echelons of Japan’s warrior class, the samurai. However, after samurais became abolished, Takeshi’s family still instilled justice and educated the populace of relatives to keep their operations secretive. They kept the tradition of Samurai because of the arisen of demons, since the creatures live in secrecy upon the outskirts of the population, at large being ignorant to their existence.

- By hiding from persecutors, they were closer to villages or clans which trickles down to you as a descendant of Takeshi.

- Your mother was a female warrior, who would be referred as the Onna-Musha if it were premodern times. The Onna-Musha or Bugeisha were trained in martial arts and strategy, and fought alongside the samurai to defend their homes, families and honors.

- After you were born, you were also trained in the same method with a Naginata; a versatile, conventional pole arm with a curved blade at the tip. It allowed onna-bugeisha better balance given their small stature.

- Since killing demons meant forging Nichirin blades out of Scarlet Crimson Ore (which absorbed sunlight to such an extent that decapitation was all that was needed to kill a demon), your family learned to utilize mystical combat in multiple forms of martial arts.

- By using their own life force energy, they may create, shape and manipulate the energy of elements otherwise, specifically solar energy. It appears as a beautiful luminance around the blade of your naginata; resembling the gaseous form of a flame as it shows iridescence of illuminating colors.

- After you were trained from your parents’ devotion of you having self defense, your siblings were born into the world. One by one looking up to you as their role model—someone worthy of imitation. Due to being accompanied by your little brothers and sisters, you felt a sense of a gravitational pull to them. Feeling the necessity of ensuring their safety and security, immutably driving you to respond to even their needs like it was a maternal instinct. Which included developing a distressed mentality that precipitated firing off on someone in defense of an argument (usually for the protection of others).

- Your family was unbeknownst of the Demon Slayer Corps until you encountered a tall, muscular, and slender man with spiky white hair and large lavender eyes. You were surprised to see that his body and face were covered in scars which looked to have “accrued” after years of his (seemingly) encyclopedic knowledge against fighting demons.

- He looked at you strangely as well; you wore a slit silky white kimono patterned by green bamboo lattice and one arm wriggled free of a sleeve, cinched with a matching green sash. Your freed arm allowed view of your sarashi wrapped tightly around your chest as your arm was lightly armored in iron plates and kusari (iron chain mail) sewn together in layers. A conical bamboo hat was loosely tied around your neck so the hat could lie on your back, showing your features to him.

- His eyes ogled you from your Geta sandals and your smooth bared leg to the luster of your garment shining the curvatures of your hips. He silently thought the expression of your features was attractive, especially the thick coily tresses of your hair that framed your face. The way it outwardly levitated from gravity due to its curly strands was particularly unique to him.

- You didn’t like the way he stared at you. It felt like you were on display for his eyes to undress you. “What is your business here?” You inquired, pulling the man’s notice on your hand clenching your weapon. It was said prior that more demons became present near your rural areas. You went on duty to track where they were coming from—inside the woods—only to find the man beheading them and stringing some up for daybreak. He possibly did it to torture them.

- “I should be asking you the same thing.” He scoffed. “Surely you weren’t coming to kill those demons, especially in that attire. Quite provocative for the Demon Slayer’s uniform.” “Excuse me? Provocative? For what uniform? I am not schooled like some student. And what if I am a demon slayer?” You spoke in incredulousness. It seemed so misogynistic to you that you were first judged on the clothing honorary to your tradition. You wondered if he thought it deprived from your abilities.

- He chuckled as if you just made a joke, “You wouldn’t last a day if you think being a Demon Slayer is about getting dolled up. It looks like you’re trying to attract demons more than fend them off.” “And who are you to judge how I dress? Do you think that flaunting your abs will counter my ability of kicking your ass?” “What? These?” He opened his gakuran jacket more to expose the six pack of his abdominal muscles, feeling heat escalate to your cheeks as he beheld more of the scars on his body. He then responded to your gaze with a smirk, “How kind of you to make a comparing example of something that’s attractive. You can touch them too if you’d like.”

- Was he flirting with you? First, he criticized you on you looks, now he decided to taunt you? You grasped your naginata and spaced your feet into a stance. You grabbed the polearm with your backhand over your thigh and your front hand gripped higher up the weapon away from the body. You kept your posture straight for a proper height of the blade.

- He deviously snickered, “What a naughty girl. You know it’s against the rules for demon slayers to fight each other upon confrontation.” “What rules? On our turf, you are on our property. Which means you have the obligation to move or be moved.” You denounced. “Such big talk. I’ll end this quickly so master will barely see it as a fight.”

- With that, he dashed towards you, surprising you to see he didn’t unsheathe his weapon. The way he zipped towards you, he was meaningful of close combat at short range, unlike your naginata which coupled with greatly increased distance gave the spearman a real advantage. You decided in quick process to rely on your agility and powerful kicks as you channel your energy through your attacks. It would greatly enhance and empower yourself and your executions for more efficacy or potency for damage.

- You evaded his swift attack by being able to propel yourself on your naginata, mutually measuring out the steadiness between your weight and the pole. By this, you were able to “squat” on your weapon from above and consider the next attack to perform. Within the time frame of him realizing you’ve dodged his move, you swung your body and temporarily featured upper body strength in defying gravity. You paralleled your body with the ground and for a second’s notice distributed your weight with the naginata—landing a concussive kick into his side. The impact knocked him back a far distance, colliding into a tree.

- You quickly ran towards him, fluently combining fast and slow slashes with side and forward dashes to create variants of attacks and to force him to remain in defense and safe distance from you. Yet, he moved instantaneously in response to his stimulus, being able to try to control his reaction time and adapt into some of your methods of thinking/fighting. Thus, he “used your strength” against you, making the precision of composite punches to your face. You hit the ground, seeing him hover over your body and holding down your arms, “Like I said, our match is over. You will come back with me to face consequences.”

- You managed to pull your legs to your chest and kick him away from you, “I don’t answer to you! I don’t even know who you are or this place you’re loyal to.” You kick your body back up, following back into a stance to prepare you for anymore engagement. “Quit acting so damn confused, you’re a demon slayer aren’t you?” He remarked questionably. You frowned in frustration, wondering if he was subliminally asking something. “Well technically yes, but obviously not in the definition you mean.” You said.

- The man deeply sighed, “Women. You’re so flip-floppy. How can you nod your head yes but say no?” You rolled your eyes, “Because you asshole, I still kill demons, just not in the same uniform as you.” “Hmph, only the swordsman of the Demon Slayer Corps utilize nichirin blades that are powerful enough to kill demons. How could you not be in the organization if you can still kill them?” “My family and I have been living in secrecy from the government because as descendants, our predecessors still practiced the tradition of the samurai. We resorted towards rural settlements by richer jungle to be able to hide our weapons and practices extant because of demons. We’ve never heard of this ‘Demon Slayer Corps’ since we thought we were the only ones being militant and knowledgeable of demons’ existence.”

- Sanemi had many questions but thought it would be wise to save them for Oyakata-Sama. Suddenly, a crow began to drift above you two and utter a series of grating caws, “Ca-Caw! Sanemi Shinazugawa is to report back to Oyakata Sama! Ca-Caw!” “I hate that fucking bird.” You heard Sanemi mumble. “You know my name so you’re coming with me. The Demon Slayer Corps is more sustainably adequate for you anyway.”

- As much as you wanted to protest what he meant in clarification, you knew what he meant. If you were to join the Demon Slayer Corps, you could raise more money for your family, since you were practically cut off from the rest of Japan’s economies. You live without the government’s support which meant that without roads, markets, banks and connections to the rest of the country, no new economies would take root. Instead, you were labor-intensive; plantations that exploit cheap labor available in nearby villages and towns, while the majority of the crops grown are mostly shipped to global markets.

- Upon meeting “Oyakata-Sama”, you hesitantly followed Sanemi’s lead in kneeling before the gentleman. You didn’t want to be rude possibly staring at what appeared to be an illness or disease he had befallen. Nevertheless, he had a gentle and calm demeanor that enraptured you. “Master, I am pleased to see you in good health. I fervently pray for your continued good fortune,” Sanemi wished, suprisingly showing a side of reverence for him. “During my mission, I happened to encounter one of the villagers who says her and her family are samurai and are capable of defending themselves against demons although they have no prior knowledge or connections with the Demon Slayer Corps.”

- “How interesting, especially since the samurai were abolished during the Meiji Restoration at least 44 years ago. May I know your name?” He asked while you were partially listening, due to being soothed by his calming voice. Sanemi elbowed you to catch your attention, “Oh! My name is Y/N L/N, pleased to meet you, sir.” “Indeed a samurai clan. I must know the reason why you and your family decided to keep paying homage to these military warriors.”

- You explained everything about your family to the man; your fighting styles, your way of practicing, your attire, etc. Sanemi “patiently” stayed by your side since he wouldn’t leave without Oyakata’s orders. Although your apparel was a bit disheveled from earlier, Sanemi still slightly thought you pulled the look off, expertly. There was something about your unique fashion that made him feel warmth, magnetism, enticement—weird. For someone as abrasive, hot-blooded and stubborn as he was, he never thought he would be trusted with the idea of intimacy between another person. His cold personality resulted in losing too many people he cared about in the past. Opening himself up again for someone would be too much, especially in a world where it was a war between demons and humans.

- “Sanemi, could you please show Y/N around to sway her interests of joining our alliance?” Oyakata requested, awakening him out of his thoughts. “Of course Master.” Despite starting off on the wrong foot, he did as told, guiding you straightforwardly in detail and didn’t stop if you wanted to pause to look at something. His pace was haste, deciding to take in your surroundings while you had the chance to. Many children participated in the organization; the uniforms were coed between either wearing pleated skirts or hakama pants with the same gakuran top you saw Sanemi in. They appeared to differentiate in colors, Sanemi’s a green tint in the sunlight in the place of some of the darker ones others wore—navy blue, purple, black or even a brown. They also practiced kenjutsu ; where a bokken or wooden sword was used as a safe substitute for katanas for sparring.

- Oyakata informed you about the Demon Slayer Corps so as you were briefly toured, you would understand the things you looked at. But seeing the children risking their lives after the cost of their families, awfully reminded you of your siblings. Back at home, your parents would mostly tend to the domestic chores as they relied on you as one of their warriors to protect the village. Then, they could keep watch of the rest of their children, often something you felt the necessity of doing. Watching over your family. When you noticed Sanemi left you, you went to try and interact with the rest of the Hashira; introducing yourself, producing conversation and helping out with chores if you could.

- You made the most conversation with Shinobu Kocho, Insect Hashira. She displayed a laid back demeanor, a smile frequently present on her face which exhibited a bright and cheery nature. But it facaded her enjoyment of teasing others to the point of being rather sadistic through the jokes she made. You weren’t sure to shocked or to laugh, afraid of how the others would see you. “Oh it’s ok, you can laugh. Especially in front of Tomioka.” She giggled. You breathed a sigh of relief and let a half suppressed snigger peep from your lips.

- Then you cleared your throat, “Is it okay if I ask you about Sanemi Shinazugawa?” Shinobu looked at you questionably, “Why? Are you afraid of him? Trust me, as scary as he may want to make himself look, it’s just a front.” “No, he doesn’t scare me. I initiated a fight with him earlier because of some of the things he said. My people didn’t need to be saved by him, especially if it would’ve been only to disrespect us. It’s like a smack in the face of how we’ve been raising ourselves to be true warriors.” “Yes, I apologize for Shinazugawa. He can do things out of line, unfortunately more times than we know it. But his cold exterior armors a soft soul. I’ve treated his younger brother, Genya; he can be just as ill-tempered and non-cooperative as his brother but he is apparently shy around women, especially my girls, Sumi, Kiyo, and Naho. He told me that he was in search of Sanemi, eldest of seven children, after their family was killed. He remembers Sanemi saved him from their mother but became isolated because he labeled him as a murderer in panic. Up to now, since he is little brother, Shinazugawa throws harsh rebukes at him because he cares for him. Think of it like a bully, most times they’re bowling you by hurting and insulting you, but it can also be their way of showing interest in you or an attraction in the way of giving you a hard time.”

- “I understand. Thank you, Shinobu.” You bowed. “Your welcome, Y/N.” Unbeknownst to you, Sanemi heard your conversation nearby, since he randomly felt he should locate where you were. Later, you bowed to Oyakata when you were on your way back home. He welcomed you to feel free of accompanying them anytime you wanted, they had open arms if you needed protection. Shortly after you left, you felt someone yank you by your arm. You quickly freed yourself by twisting your hand out of the opening where their thumb and finger met.

- “Since when did you have permission to touch me? And why are you trying to pull me somewhere no one can see us?” You questioned Sanemi. “Don’t think that I like you. Don’t think that after what that girl told you that you know me or that I won’t pull my punches.” He warned. “Trust me, I wouldn’t think for a day that I would stoop myself so low.” “And what do you mean by that?” “However you take it. I wouldn’t be concerned about someone who sees me like anyone else or be a doormat.” “Then why are you putting yourself as an example if it wouldn’t affect you?” “Cause it wouldn’t.” “Maybe it would if you’re trying to morally describe yourself.” “Why are you here? Just to make a threat or to walk me home? I can take of myself thank you, remember by how I bested you in combat.”

- “Oh please, I was the one who ended up on top. If our fight lasted you would be talking to that girl for a different reason.” He said, making you laugh. “That’s quite optimistic of you but never underestimate your enemy Shinazugawa. We shall have a rematch, no?” He smirked with a devilish grin, “If that’s your death wish then I shall be your reaper.” His response entertained you and during your exchange, he ended up walking with you home regardless. “Thank you for the laughs Sanemi. It will be fun when I fight you here tomorrow.” You winked.

- That next day, upon his visitation, he attempted to surprise attack you. You successfully dodged it, “Nice day we’re having.” “Hmm.” Then got a view of each other. He noticed you wore a white kosode with sode-kukuri (cords) through the sleeves and opened shoulders. Muna-himo (strings) were attached to each lapel and tied in front to keep the garment closed with your black hakama. He wondered if you could’ve changed into more of a practical outfit because of what he commented. Yet, you moved just as fast and did well at keeping him from getting close enough to impact you. He found an opening and kicked you in the face, causing you to fall.

- “I have a feeling you like being on top of me.” You said to him as he tried to tower you. You rolled your torso into a circular path on the ground and twirled your legs into a v shape. When you tripped Sanemi, it was your turn to crawl on top of him out of humorous reasons. “I like where this fight is heading.” He mischievously thought. “Yeah for me. I disarmed you and you’re in my submission.” He chuckled, “Cause I let you, that’s what makes the fun of it.” He winked then bucked his hips into you. You gasped, taking the opportunity to punch him continuously in his face. Not because of what he did but for being merciless from pulling each other’s punches.

- He didn’t put his guard up but lets the blood trickle from his nose and into the junction of his lips. “Not a scratch.” He smugly smiled, licking the blood away from above his lip. When you treated him afterwards, he formed more respect for you and subconsciously allowed his feelings to pervade his system. He made more nonsensical jokes to hear you laugh and listened to your opinions more than his usual stubborn self. He alarmed you of some of the threats that were coming your way, indirectly inviting you to join him on his missions. It built cooperation between you two, as well as more of a bond than constantly contesting everything. Although, a time when you argued, you hugged him as a way to reassure him that you cared and considered him as your friend. It made you laugh to see him resist from hugging you back.

- You showed more of a friendlier side to him as you would to your family. You introduced him to your siblings which joyfully reminded him of his family, including Genya. One time, while you two were watching the sunset, you saw that one of your little sisters was hesitating to come talk to him. “It’s ok, he won’t bite.” You encouraged her, pulling his attention towards her. She showed him numerous flowers and asked him questions of what was his favorite things. It warmed your heart to see a compassionate side of him as he answered all of them, including you as answer. That made it much aware to you of his feelings for you.

- “Did you know what I meant?” He asked you that night. “Yes, thank you, you’re my favorite too.” You smiled. “But I mean it,” He said, giving you back your hug like you did before. “I hesitated to accept the feeling of love because I don’t want to lose anyone again.” You looked up from the warmth of his chest and into the conveyance of his eyes; now filled with adoration and worship. “Trust me love, I’m not going anywhere.” And you two kissed.

Thank you for reading! I apologize for the late response, I’ve been busy a lot but I wanted to do as you requested! I wish everyone a wonderful day!🤎🍫

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Mind if I request a Muichiro Tokito x black reader?- I would appreciate it tehehe

I don’t mind at all! Muichiro is interesting to me because I always thought he didn’t seem to care about things or just not observant but I learned much more about him~ Enjoy!

Muichiro Tokito x Black!Reader

- Muichiro Tokito and his identical older twin brother, Yuichiro Tokito, were born to a woodcutter and his wife.

- At ten years old, their mother caught bronchitis, an inflammation of the bronchi or the large airways in the lungs that causes coughing. It can either be acute or chronic, chronic being a respiratory disease marked by overproduction of mucus and mucins. After catching a cold it worsened into the illness, while their father had gone to fetch medicinal herbs for their mother during a storm. Their mother died from the condition and their father fell off a cliff during the storm to his death.

- The Tokito brothers became orphaned, surviving together as Muichiro developed an emotional and kind nature after his father and Yuichiro held a cold and impassive outlook on life—possibly telling the twins apart.

- That Spring, Kagaya Ubuyashiki’s wife, Amane Ubuyashiki, recruited the twin boys for the Demon Slayer corps. Yuichiro was distasteful of his brother’s excitement, blaming the death of their parents on their hardworking and selfless natures which froze his outward behavior into a cold demeanor. This way, he thought his tough love for his brother would keep them alive.

- At eleven years old, that Summer, a demon arrived at their cabin during the night and attacked them, resulting in Yuichiro losing an arm within the process—trying to protect Muichiro. Muichiro lost himself in a rage and destroyed the demon with all the tools at their disposal and wooden logs. While the fight lead outside, at dawn, the demon withered to ash and it was that morning that he found Yuichiro near death, motionless. Muichiro prayed if he could survive but only laid next to his brother, grasping his hand as he breathed in abnormal respirations; progressively deeper but some inhales became faster. Then he passed away.

- Amane and her daughters later arrived to heal a severely wounded Muichiro but while he recovered, she remarked to her husband that Muichiro may have suffered memory loss of what happened. “Some may think that it is a blessing for such traumatic events or episodes to be forgotten, especially when it is weighing on the shoulders of a child such as him—so young. But, our scars may also heal and make who we are as a person stronger. It may be through an eye opener or trauma that awakens this omnipresent power source underlying the ignition to your abilities.” Kagaya said. “He has been training fairly well; showing massive strength and highly extensive training. I’m afraid sometimes if he’ll overwork himself.” Amane said.

- “Yes, I do have faith that my children will become stronger if not more powerful than demons. But, they should have proper treatment and the caretaking for all they’re going through. They deserve it.” Kagaya stated. “Can you send him to the Mental Health subdivision where the L/Ns are? I believe if he were to fit treatment into his training, he will fully prosper in blossoming into a true demon slayer.”

- Over the years, The Demon Slayer Corps grew into a large organization, large enough to branch off into smaller subdivisions that were clinics. They were meant to treat demon slayers after they may have gone through trauma or be traumatized by an experience of losing loved ones and those who they care about. Twisted memories within others could lead to mental disorders; depression, anxiety, post traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) otherwise insanity.

- Amane echoed the words of Kagaya to Muichiro, wondering if he was even listening to her. Thus, she gave him a piece of paper with a four digit address to your subdivision. “A mental health clinic? For what?” Yeah just as she thought. She deeply sighed but smiled, “It’s to help with your memory loss. We believe you developed Amnesia and would like proper evaluation of your condition so we know that you’ll be in the right hands and guidance.” “I don’t need to be babied by some doctor. It won’t help me with my training.” Muichiro refuted. “It will. This is not a negotiation matter. It is an order from Oyakata Sama.” With that, she bowed and left the boy to himself.

- On his way, he had the piece of paper in his hand but was more attentive to the clouds than he was of himself. He unknowingly let go of the paper as he went in a sense of direction. The subdivisions were connected to the organization by Guzei bridges adjoining to different properties. Each property looked like a huge lush ornate garden. There was varieties of trees; flowering cherry blossoms, azaleas, magnolias, camellias, Japanese maples, pines, cedars and cypresses. Ponds of Koi fish, algae and sheer waterfalls were featured with a peaceful auditory atmosphere of moving water. There was teahouses that also suited as an amenity along each property of the subdivisions. Demon slayers were welcomed into the establishments to chat and socialize while they were served tea and could look into the open view of their tranquil environment.

- Muichiro became so lost into the nature enshrining the place that the assigned task went in the back of his head. Luckily, Amane informed you that you would be having a patient that day by the name of Muichiro Tokito. A young man with long black hair about his back, fading into soft turquoise tips that approach his waist. He wore a gakuran jacket with loose, free hanging sleeves and baggy hakama pants over dark blue tabi socks in a pair of dark blue strapped zōri sandals. You giggled when you saw him staring off into the distance, as she also described to you that he always had a dreamy look on his face. You knew that memory loss could sometimes link with daily functioning since his mind was so easy to trail off from where he was supposed to go.

- “Come! Over here!” You spoke, beckoning to him when you caught the gaze of his minty green eyes. Seeing your kind persona, he slowly walked over to you. “Muichiro Tokito is it? Mist Hashira? It is an honor,” you bowed with the same smile graced on your face. “You were sent here so I could accompany you to hopefully regain your memories.” You thought that he looked fairly young to uphold a rank as high as one of the most elite warriors out of the Demon Slayer corps. But you were also young and was assigned to help other youngsters around your age or even younger. Your family believed that it could establish more of a empathetic bond if it was looked at from a perspective of a person that could easily put themselves in a kid’s shoes. As incredulous as it could be to others, you were a psychologist; identifying psychological, emotional, behavioral or organizational issues and diagnose disorders.

- “You’re a what?” Muichiro trailed off again. “A child’s psychologist. It means to study psychology, ya know—well you wouldn’t know—but studying the human mind and the behaviors that come along with it.” You explained. Muichiro wouldn’t hesitate to say that you were pretty to look at. He’s often fixated on the natural beauty of the world; whether it was the lacy white edged clouds rolling in over the blue sky, a formation of a flock of birds flying or observing the simplicity of a person’s natural looks. You had your hair in two afro puffs; the protuberant strands of your hair accessorized with Craspedia flowers as they were captured in place. There was a type of aura you generated, he couldn’t name it but it positively pervaded the air between you two. He liked the way you addressed him and treated him, as if he deserved the upmost respect since Hashiras have a pivotal role in the Demon Slayer corps.

- They exceeded the limits of an average being, reaching the peak of the human‘s athleticism and condition as they’ve exerted themselves through rigorous training. They were practically the construction of the organization; constantly putting themselves on the front lines and physically capable of going against the Twelve Kizuki or else Muzan Kibutsuji himself. That was the thought process of Muichiro as he sat in a room partitioned with shoji paper walls and lattice screens transmitting light through their translucent sheets. Then the room would be well lit by the rays that pour through the screen soft and muted, bright enough to illuminate the room yet dim enough for comfort. As you sat on cushions upon the tatami mats lining the floor—surrounding a coffee table, the yukimi shoji allowed a panoramic scene of the greenery outside. Bonsai trees were also inculcated as a way of bringing the natural world into your home.

- Yet, what he liked the most was the sound of your voice. While you peacefully presented yourself by the style of your hair and clad of a bright orange kimono with golden flower decals and a tightly bound obi, you gently spoke to him to exhibit your patience. As much as he thought it was babying him, it was a matter of speaking in friendly, congenial, and playful tones. It helped people respond better and learn better when in a hospitable environment. While you took notes of his behavior, you pointed out tips; encouraging him to continue his daily activities of training which would increase blood flow through the whole body including the brain. At least 150 minutes of moderate aerobic activity should be spread throughout the week.

- You gave him mental exercises which could stimulate his brain and keep his memories going. You introduced him to the game shogi: a two player strategy board game that is the Japanese variant of chess. Sudoku, which is a logic based, combinatorial, number-placement game. As well as crossword puzzles and Contract Bridge, a trick-taking card game using a standard of a 52-card deck. The game consists of a number of deals, cards are dealt to the players and the player “calls” or “bids” in an auction are sought to take the contract, specifying how many tricks the partnership receiving the contract (the declaring side) needs to take to receive points for the deal. You noticed that although he was impassive, and at times, obtuse the first time around, he began to show a willingness to learn.

- The way he looked when he was focused; his eyes centered on the shogi pieces on either side of the board, frowning in concentration each time he moved his ranging pieces: The Lance, bishop or rook. You were capable of analyzing his movements like there was an invisible string being pulled by the contraction of his muscles. You could tell every signal his brain sent by his body language; the silent gasps of air he took when he saw a move, the way he eagerly moved in the number of squares as if they were derived of a plan he had up his sleeve. You also amused the intensity in his gaze as he concentrated; propping his chin between his fingers to properly have a view of the pieces; currently seeing you moved a friendly piece adjacent to your king which meant he couldn’t move in that direction at all.

- He was gaining up on you though. Within the pattern of moving your pieces and capturing them by removing it from the board, you had fewer pieces left and had to think more strategically. When another moment of silence occurred, you took a glance at Muichiro’s features but this time he was looking up at you. With the sound effect of a piece snapping against the board, he said, “Checkmate.” At the same time, the sound caught your attention and he was right. Your king was in check, you could no longer make any legal moves to protect it.

- “Impressive. Fair play, Tokito.” You praised him. He was making more progress; there was something that had been added to him. Perhaps it could be his emotions or if he was friendlier. “You know, you should come watch me train some day,” He calmly proposed. “It’s like you’re cooped up in this place. But I can’t blame you, I purposely would be too if it meant getting away from the troubles of this world.” He was much more talkative too although it was a surprise to others. The Hashira were used to his usual laid back nature and obliviously wandering off in his thoughts as if he didn’t care about the situation or someone. Kagaya described that it was like you made him remember his emotions by feeling the introduction of love.

- You were surprised by his words and only shook your head. You were certain to sustain a professional relationship with a client in order for you to make an accurate diagnosis of their condition. He reasoned that “Without waging war, there was the nexus of love. The history of humanity is a bloody tale of genocide. The only survivors are our collective ancestors. The drive toward conformity is a preparation for war and is amped in power by comparison. Thus, in times of fear the proper leaders must have an upper brain capable of dominating their primitive drive and converting that amped power into solution finding over war strategy. Therefore, after our conflicted minds have been revealed to such a feeling such as passion—ardor, their reality has been expanded. Their outlook on the world is being changed to realize there are two of the complementary.”

- After listening, you looked to your shoulder to see Muichiro beautifully move with his katana. As he trained against another one of the Hashira, it was like watching a scene from a movie. Both of them moved with such speed that your eyes processed their movements in a delay, seeing them perform through accuracy as every turn they made resulted in their weapons clashing. It almost made blood roast under the constitute of your espresso cheeks by being able to watch two slayers train. Knowing these people were your protection, it felt promised by the combat proficiently owned by Muichiro. Afterwards, he was able to put their battle to an end after disarming his comrade. They both bowed in respect before the boy looked in your direction with his dolly green eyes.

- “That was great Tokito Muichiro. It is a privilege to know and see that we have our Hashira’s protection.” You inclined your body once again in his presence but he only raised you by your chin. “Y/N, just call me Muichiro.” He said softly. “It’s not like you have to treat me like I’m royalty or like I’m superior above everyone else.” “I-I mean, but you’re a Hashira. You’re...You’re practically the back bone of the Demon Slayer Corps.” You sheepishly said after he tipped your chin to look at him. “Still, it doesn’t give me the right to not have respect for others as well. It should be me kneeling for you. You’ve been by my side for a while now and it feels like I’ve changed. During every moment I’ve spent with you so far, I keep falling deeper and deeper.”

- Your family teased of how there was puppy love between you two. They’ve been seeing the way Muichiro looked at you at times; giving you big eyes while you talked to him—his famous dreamy look but the absence of paying attention to your words was subconsciously made by staring at your features. You would have to pull him back to his consciousness which he would wave off saying that he just liked to listen to you talk. But there were times opposite of the vacant look you were used to, which was when he actually expressed his emotions. His eyes were windows; allowing the transparency of his emotions to come together to form the art of his soul. It formed a picture you saw in an instant and comprehended with full depth. A reflection of his old self; a caring individual with a higher level of kindness and understanding than his demeanor as a demon slayer. Believing he should aim to do good for others if he wanted good to be done for him.

- “What do you mean Muichiro?” You questioned to be clear, although the heat bubbling under your skin had a feeling of what he meant. “I mean that I like you. I think you’re really smart, sweet and pretty. When I go to meet you every week, I wanted to change it to everyday. The place seems so peaceful, especially with caring people like you. Ive come to love the feeling of being cared for. Now I want to care for you.” He confessed with a soft smile, still holding your chin so he could see you process his words. “You...really mean that?” You questioned again. “Yes.” He nodded. “Would you like to have a kiss? Could that prove my feelings for you?”

- The way he innocently inquired it made you shift in place and your heart to sing a song out of melodic and rhythmic sounds. You weren’t sure what to think or what to say, only you went off of the instincts of your gut who spoke to your heart to spell out how you felt. So you slowly nodded, mentally bracing yourself as he raised one hand to cup your cheek and angularly tilted his face. Then, when he leaned in you closed your eyes and felt his lips land on yours. They were smooth to the touch as he gently connoted with his lips. The warmth was cut off when he brought his head back to test the waters, opening his eyes to see your pleasured face. But you wrapped your hand in his hair and pulled him back into you, feeling much more confidence from him when his hand felt on the curve of your hip. His progress has truly improved since he wasn’t necessarily your client anymore but something more.

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Can I request obanai x black fem reader hcs

Thank you for the request! Also, it might take a while for me to post for any other submissions because I’ve been busy for the past few days✨Enjoy!☁️☁️☁️

Obanai Iguro x Black! Reader

- You would be the first in existence to be offspring from two different species; a human and a demon. Meaning, you possessed the genetic traits and abilities that were dependent of both of the species. Henceforth, you were a hybrid of your gorgon-demon mother; whose skin was tiny plates of scales shaped as small diamonds. She had beady, abyss like dark eyes that could become light enough you’d see her slit pupils conveying her agitation. She had a head full of sentient writhing ringlets and viperous locks; who often shared their senses with her as their host, flitting their tongues occasionally to taste the air. As a hive mind, her kin of serpents would share the same emotions as her, her menacing gaze distributed among them into glowing eyes with pre-warnings of hisses to create an intense presence.

- She may release her petrification in optic blasts but can will it into a smaller intensity; easing it into a proximity of a trance otherwise hypnosis. The hypnosis includes a seemingly mesmerizing presence which often occurred after unwillingness to fight or inflicting harm on others.

- And your father, who was a demon slayer sent on a mission to kill a demon that has caused many disappearances of the younger demon slayers. Numerous of their bodies were statues in a refuge of a garden during the night, full of bulbs of pink to white and lilac Hyacinths and yellow tubular shaped blooms called Foxgloves that seemed to be fully tended to. Your mother could remotely taste her surroundings to sense all harmful and beneficial things in the environment from a distance without having to use her tongue to make contact on him.

- By also detecting changes and disturbances in the air, she didn’t have to see him to know where he was and made it known that if she wanted to kill him now she could. She didn’t say it tauntingly but rather out of defense, keeping herself hidden in the shade of the trees blocking the moonlight. “I didn’t want to become a demon. It wasn’t my intention to harm them.” She said. “Don’t you hear that there are no animals where we are standing?” He taken into account that she feasted off the blood of other animals. “Then show yourself,” He told her. “If you’re unwilling to put up a fight, then show that you give up to me.”

- After some silence, he turned around while he was armed with his katana. He faced her presence with the point of the blade pressured against her neck but her eyes were closed. He had to admit that for a demon she was breathtakingly beautiful, despite having to live with the burden of having snakes for hair and scales for skin as a demon. It wasn’t too long afterwards that he began protecting her, letting her stay in his home until the two grew affection for each other. Then came you.

- You naturally exhibited no physiological features of a demon; mainly retaining your humanity by the basics of your dark pigmented skin, the morphology in the coils and kinkiness of your hair, the brown in your eyes sunlight through a bottle of whiskey, and the fullness of your lips that could always be captured by your mother’s. Being beautiful by nature made them question of the percentage you inherited of being a demon: whether it was half, a quarter or even smaller of that chance. They wouldn’t know until you were older to be capable of developing a monstrous inner nature.

- When you were about the age of 8-9, you precociously underwent puberty; experiencing a stronger and intense phase of emotions. It consisted of becoming more irrational into a feral, violent and angered nature. This drew out your innermost abilities; enhancing your body’s condition into a supernatural durability, stamina, strength, regeneration and augmentation. Most significantly, you could transform into a demon; inherently manipulating your hair into venomous snakes, manifesting scales, remotely tasting and petrifying opponents into stone. As a result, you would be more powerful than either of your parents’ race.

- Once you learned about your powers, you wanted to follow your father’s footsteps of becoming a demon slayer. Your parents were often protective of you, since it wasn’t a thing for humans and demons to be harmonious, or to the extent of having compassion for each other. He retired from the corps, afraid they would learn of his ventures and capture your mother to kill her. To make it worse, a child being the aftermath could only precipitate further consequences. At first, it was a no, since he wanted two of the beings he cared most about by his side where he could see and protect them.

- Suddenly, it was found out that a demon was located near the area you lived. A serpent demon was staying close to a family known as the Iguro Clan, posing as their benefactor since they lived off an excessive amount of riches that had been stolen by the demon whom they worshipped. The serpent demon fed off newborn babies as an exchange for providing the family with wealth. Your mother wasn’t associated with her as far as the similarity of having snake like abilities, but the difference might not be distinguishable to other demon slayers.

-For that reason, you took it upon yourselves to slay the demon—saving the time of worrying that they could mistaken your mother as the culprit. By the time, the serpent demon had already killed all fifty members of the Iguro clan for letting their first born son—after 370 years—out of their sight and escape. She pursued him until she was able to catch him and nearly ate him. You were the fastest out of both of your parents and managed to slash her body into slices like pieces of fruit. Your grown claws was encased with a green substance, subjected to turn anything lacerated by them into stone. Her surprise-stricken body was frozen in the mineral matter, as well as the boy who was stilled into shock.

- He saw your slit pupils, bared sharp teeth and patches of your body peeled with scales, but then your features turned normal; regular brown eyes, square teeth and the areas of your skin healed. “Did...Did she just turn back human? But how?....” The boy thought to himself, falling further into astonishment. You softly looked into his hetero-colored eyes; one a golden yellow and the other turquoise like the deeps of a pool. You knelt to him, gently holding his hand, as you carried your actions out carefully so you wouldn’t scare him.

- “My name is Y/N L/N, I am not here to harm you. In fact, my parents and I came to save you.” You tell him with a smile, shortly frowning while he still sat in silence. “I’m really sorry about your family. I wish the world could be just as compatible, unfortunately many of us fall short because of trauma.” Soon, you both see a person in the distance, coming into view from the fog who the boy seemed to familiarize as his older cousin. She looked in fear at her surroundings until her eyes landed on him, darting towards him in anger.

- “It was your fault!” She screamed. “It was your fault Obanai! Why couldn’t you just let her eat you?! It was your fault! You killed us all!” She violently attacked and clawed at him as he only brought his arms to shield his face in defense. You shoved her off of him and due to your irritation of her actions, you didn’t realize your strength and pushed her all the way into a tree. She was still able to stand up, looking at you and Obanai in disgust. “It was because you escaped, that our family is gone.” She said to Obanai. “If I was her, I would’ve took the chance to kill you the day you were born!”

- You couldn’t believe the words she resented towards him. “How could someone say that to their family? You’re the only two remaining of your clan out of the whole world and that’s how you treat them?” You thought in disbelief. You wanted to chase after her and scratch her just as she did the boy, or even maul her for being so selfish. “Y/N,” your father said. “Stand your ground.”

- You took a deep breath, counting by ten to a hundred to calm down. Then you looked to Obanai whose eyes still aimed into the distance where his cousin had stormed off. You only imagined that he absorbed her words and started to lower himself into her negativity—believing her words. “Obanai, was it?...None of that is true.” You said to him. “Your family was obviously selfish and immoral to sacrifice their own kin for their own monetary gain.” “What would you know?” He snapped. “I was born in some dumb family because I was destined to die. I was created because I was meant to be fed to that demon, but she only kept me alive because I was precious...rare. Today was my turn...my sentence but I got scared. It was me who was selfish.”

- “You poor thing.” Your mother said, stroking his tear blotted cheeks. “Don’t put the blame on yourself. You were incarnated to bring your family to their downfall. They should’ve repented the misdeeds they’ve been inflicting on their people. It needed to be brought to an end.” “We came to rescue you and your family, but you’re welcome to be in ours.” Your father said.

- From that moment on, you would be Obanai’s adoptive family. Despite being siblings by law, he couldn’t help but admire your bronzed features. He adored the spectacle that you could retain your humanity, especially through the natural ability of your skin protecting you from the sun. Some could say that it was magic, but he knew for sure other demons would be envious of your enormous powers due to your complexion. You possessed the naturalness of being human; having emotions that could teeter you right from wrong. It allowed you self control and to preserve humaneness. Soon enough, he realized his observations were actually out of infatuation for you, much to his fear. As you two trained to become demon slayers, he wouldn’t confess his feelings for years, believing you were too good for him because he and his family were so tainted.

- You and Obanai made it into the demon slayer corps; Obanai taking on Serpent Breathing while you created your own breathing style through your powers. You can control your “death stare” otherwise the notorious petrifying gaze, into a dreamy inducement. Much like snake charming, which hypnotizes a snake (particularly a cobra) by playing and waving an instrument called a pungi, you mollified the energy—that made your petrification physical or tangible through different attacks—into a type of hypnosis. Your katana is covered with the energy; willing to manipulate it to emanate illusions that creates an illusive appearance of you.

- The illusions included mesmerizing psychedelic visuals such as contrasting colors, kaleidoscopic patterns to morphing objects, strengthening based on the susceptibility of the opponent. You simulate everything while your opponent finds themselves subdued into a trance. You may make them mirror your movements or else control the hallucinations into powerful coils constricting and immobilizing them as if you were a snake. All of these capabilities are based on different breathing forms you make with the physical energy surrounding your blade. If you were to make a mistake, this could break the process.

- You two made it far in the corps, working together as lower ranks and becoming each other’s strengths and weaknesses up until you became recognizable for your achievements and rewarded as Hashira. You were practically best friends, always seen together and recognized of having a “brother and sister” relationship as adopted. Obanai became protective of you, especially since you were secretly half demon and doing good undercover as a human. Associating some of the strongest members of the corps made being a Hashira stressful since you had to take on more missions. Although, you and Obanai would be paired together on missions because of the compatibility of your breathing styles, much to his relief.

- When it was brought up to the Hashiras that Tanjiro Kamado has been traveling with his demon sister, Nezuko Kamado, Obanai immediately thought of you. While the others refused to accept the siblings despite Kagaya’s sympathy for the two and willing to provide a letter that Sakonji (the ex water Hashira) and Giyuu will commit Seppuku if Nezuko harmed innocent humans, you found it heart wrenching that they still couldn’t look past it. Obanai built more empathy for people after spending his life with you, realizing that not all demons are harmful but in fact very much still human.

- Obanai was quiet but you expressed your opinion that you didn’t mind at all if Nezuko were to stay in the corps. It could truly be seen of the love they had for each other as siblings, that she’s retained her humanity through the memories she has of her family embodied into the life that needs protection. It was how she redeemed herself as a human, not a demon. However, while Sanemi Shinazugawa antagonized her by stabbing her, you were beyond pissed—not only with Sanemi but the Demon Slayer corps as well. You found it frustrating how the world was truly incompatible and inharmonious, Obanai could hear you silently growling next to him.

- He could see the pupils in your eyes contract into slits again as you glared at the actions being allowed before you. Your body shook from resisting to jump between them while he tried to lure her with his blood dripping on the tatami mats. Repulsive and discourteous. “Y/N,” Obanai spoke to you in a murmur with his hand feeling on your shoulder. “Stand your ground.” Listening to his words, you closed your eyes and sighed, leaning into Obanai’s touch. You’ve barely felt body contact from him before, unaware of the blush on his face as he could tell his actions calmed you down. After the victory of Nezuko resisting Sanemi’s marechi blood, you two were spending time together while you didn’t have any missions.

- You thought to yourself about your feelings for Obanai as you offered Kaburamaru, his white pet snake, some of your sucker. You giggled when the snake actually flitted his tongue against the candy, “See, I told you he would try it.” “He doesn’t know better.” Obanai said, making you laugh. “Would you like some then?” Obanai rolled his eyes but looked at you again. “What?” You questioned his sudden attention on you. “Nothing...it’s just...nothing...” He recanted. But you held his hand and softly smiled, unable to lose his gaze away from your eyes, another one of your subconscious abilities without having to use your powers.

- “I just...was always surprised how you could be so powerful. Not from being half demon, but evening it out peacefully with your human side. You can have empathy for other beings, noticeably with other demons. You’re also sitting in the sun right now like it’s nothing, instead it’s only making you prettier....”He tried to yank his hand away but you only held onto it and brought it up to your cheek, reassuring him. “...Really really prettier,” He continued. “I always felt this obligation to protect you. I always wanted to be pair on missions with you. I always liked you....” He managed to pull his hand away since you were surprised, mentally cursing himself of how he wasn’t supposed to confess to you.

- You brought up your hand to Obanai’s cheek, watching him as he tried his hardest not to blush. “I always liked you too,” You said. “I just thought it was wrong because my parents adopted you and you would by law, be my brother.” “....By law.” He emphasized. Not biologically, but by law. “Right,” you spoke. “But seeing you develop as a person only made my feelings for you stronger. I wanted to win your trust a-and your touch.....may I?” You looked at his bandaged mouth, knowing that would complete to winning each other’s trust. “You’ll think I’m ugly.” He spoke in a hushed tone. “No I won’t. I promise.” You held your hand against his cheek as you slowly began to undo his bandages with the other. His mouth was cut wide to his ears to appear as a snake’s, the flesh scarred as narrow threads of silver glowing in the sunlight.

- When you notice his slight panicked pace of breathing, you kissed him on his lips, feeling him melt into the soft sensation of yours. He attempted feeling his hand on you, like he did earlier, to pull you closer to him. You flowed with the vibes and pulled him closer, so there was no personal space between you two but the shell of your body protecting your beating hearts.

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Akatsuki x Black! Reader

For one of their missions, two people are sent to a village called Nikkōgakure, meaning Village Hidden by/among Sunlight. They see a possibility of finding the person they’re looking for by infiltrating a local rally, but only experience the feeling of nostalgia after seeing a childhood friend. Y/N L/N is a civil rights activist who has become very well known throughout villages and is sought out by citizens for social change.

Kisame Hoshigaki

- The Akatsuki had to operate in teams that would be most efficient in earning money but also not draw attention to themselves. With two shinobi, it’s the bare minimum to have an actionable team that can accomplish goals.

- Two individuals highly skilled such as Kisame Hoshigaki and Itachi Uchiha are sent to the village, acquiring information about the shinobi forces so the Akatsuki could provide more mercenary services.

- Aside from tracing Jinchuriki, a back up plan was to make countries increasingly dependent on Akatsuki’s services, corner the entire market for shinobi missions and eventually put all of the shinobi villages out of business.

- Kisame didn’t expect the village to have such an ethereal beauty; everything in honeyed tones like there was a layer of tinted filtering added to the sky. As the sunlight sauntered in, it ignited shadows to vivid oranges and reds, giving vivacious hues to the village like it was another world of art.

- The broad days of sunlight allowed tenacious vegetation; flowers seen in every turn he made.

- The truth was that the people could never see flowers too many times; they brought flowers into hospitals and graveyards, used them as a vibrant way to express their love and would plant them in their backyards though they couldn’t bear any edible fruits. The village spent thousands replacing them along the streets and as soon as they would brown, more are brought in.

- “Maybe this place wouldn’t be so bad.” Kisame said to himself but it was more likely loud enough to be heard just between the proximity of him and Itachi.

- “Yes, there’s something about it that makes it look so peaceful. Like it’s ducked off from the world’s ugliness and imperfection.” Itachi spoke. “Therefore, we will not spark any attention on ourselves. We will only pursue what is absolutely necessary.”

- Kisame followed in Itachi’s words as they watched villagers gather inside of a place, soon walking behind them.

- They both sat in the corner of the room at a small table, everyone’s conversation dying down after the lights dim.

- Kisame heard the sound of heels becoming discernible as they progressed closer to the stage. Once they stopped, the spotlight shined on a beautiful woman.

- He felt himself be captivated by your features; dark satiny brown skin, these dark expressive eyes—pools of honey each time the sunshine hits them, as you wore your hair naturally in its born state.

- You greeted everyone with a warm smile and it seemed a lot of your audience has seen you before—Kisame knew he definitely has.

- He remembered you back in Kirigakure, Village Hidden by Mist or The Hidden Village of The Land of Water. He often saw you tagging along the crewman that traded goods with his village. Having many adventures as a shinobi prior to joining the organization, some of his missions consisted of being involved with the lakes featured along the many islands composing his village.

- The two of you have crossed each other up until the point you kindly greeted him and couldn’t help but feel intrigued by his unique features. He didn’t take offense from it, taking in mind how your voice sounded out of admiration and saw your hand raise a bit like you wanted to feel his features you thought as surreal.

- He only smirked a bit and answered that that was the heredity of his folk, then turned the question on you and asked, “How come whenever the sun hits your skin, you start glowing?”. He watched you stare at him in shock.

- From there on, you two had nice conversations but then you suddenly didn’t see him anymore. You assumed he was getting caught up in a lot of missions and became too busy, which lead to dreading if he could’ve been killed.

- This proceeded for years unbeknownst of him participating in the Akatsuki. But today, he saw you stand behind the podium winning cheers from the crowd. He felt the weird feeling of an adrenaline rush pumping through his bloodstream as his heart rate accelerated by the second he kept looking at you.

- He began to space out from your words, then pondered to himself how he followed the code of the Shinobi in order to “kill his emotions”, which would prevent the average from running wild and causing the mission to be a failure.

- Despite if he was able to feel a drawback from violence, he sadistically enjoyed fighting so there was nothing more that could ever make him feel so vulnerable. He didn’t want to look weak.

- Itachi noticed how Kisame stared at you and honestly he couldn’t blame him. But there was something he sensed other than the gravitation of your beauty, but more like Kisame was remembering you. Like he recalled your appearance from years ago and felt some type of desperation or allure to speak to you.

- “If you wish to speak to her, I recommend this cafe I saw not too far from here. Or take her for a stroll along the street side and visit this flower shop with the biggest garden. But do it when it’s getting darker— the time we’re not on duty.” Itachi assisted, much to his friend’s surprise. “Trust me, I don’t need my sharingan to see how you look at her.”

- With that, Kisame left an anonymous note, telling you to meet him at the heart of the village, where there’s an enormous flower bed, at 8. You wore a fitted kente dress with bell sleeves flaring at your wrists and adorned your hair with a head wrap—having the complementing color, red. His eyes lit up when he saw you approaching the address, watching you look around until you see a man rise from where he was sitting.

- Your mouth was agape in shock as you had a closer look, throwing yourself at him before slowly wrapping your arms around his neck. Kisame stiffened at your display of happiness since he wasn’t sure how you felt about his appearance, if you had a new life with someone or if you shared the same feelings as him. Yet, he wrapped an arm around your waist and walked with you that night.

Deidara

- Deidara felt at ease by the village he was assigned. Unfortunately, being tasked with Tobi made his experience less enjoyable than he would’ve liked.

- But he accredited Nikkōgakure for the artful displays of rainbow freckles adorning the window boxes, the raised medians, or by canopying storefronts. The village always seemed like it was in the presence of a clear sky; the sun mooring itself in the blue as if anchored to heaven’s ether. It wasn’t too hot, nor too cold but adequate for the black cloak he was wearing.

- Tobi openly expressed his awestruck by continuously wanting to stop at places. He even grabbed a brochure upon entering which contained a map of the village, since they were aware of often having newcomers.

- He wandered different places to the point where Deidara would be looking in one direction and next thing turn to see that Tobi is gone. He caught him sniffing the ingredients being chopped up at a vegetable soup stall; tasting some of the scooped broth from the wooden spoon the cook used to mix.

- Deidara snatched him from the stand, “You dunderhead! Do you know what we were even sent here for—,” Tobi raised a finger in clarification. “Don’t answer that question. We are here because there was traces left of a jinchuriki, while you’re steady lollygagging around with your head stuck in a shit-filled world of cupcakes and rainbows called your ASS! Hm. It’s like I’m looking after a fucking child.”

- But then, he noticed that Tobi was looking in another direction; poking his finger out for a black swallowtail butterfly. His menacing glare made the male detect it was silent and looked towards Deidara. “I’m sorry, what did you say again?”

- The blond growled in frustration, chasing after Tobi until he caught him and punched him unconscious. With a huge knot on the man’s head, he snored with a snot bubble drawing from his nose as Deidara dragged him by the back of his collar.

- Suddenly, the snot bubble popped shortly after Tobi awakened. Five minutes into realizing Deidara was pulling him, he caught sight of an art exhibit.

- “Hey Deidara!” Tobi’s childish accent startled the boy. “How did you—” “Look! An art exhibit!”

- Deidara begrudgingly turned to his side to see what appeared to be a church with gardened—pruned—shrubs of hydrangeas; blossoming large, globe shaped flower heads in shades of purple, blue, pink and white.

- “I’m not falling for another one of your shenanigans.” He resisted. “Oh please! I promise this is the last stop! Gaah, I thought you liked art.” Tobi whined. “Art comes in many forms. What would you know about it anyway? Hm.” “It just looks so pretty in there. Do you even try to take your time with things once in a while? Ya know to soak everything in? Enjoy it while it lasts? Yeesh, you should indulge in yourself more.” “Shut it.”

-Although, in the back of Deidara’s mind, Tobi actually made a point. Their duties often consisted of violence after the lead of Nagato or “Pain” concluded that the only way the world would turn away from its constant warfare would be to experience such catastrophic death destruction that it could never again stomach the idea of conflict.

- Nikkōgakure had many amenities that it already looked like it was in its own world of peace. There were only a few times the members had a day off, why not take the opportunity to enjoy himself a bit while he had the chance now? “Your pondering silence means you’re letting my words settle in, doesn’t it? Go on, I’m waiting.” Tobi said, beginning to file his nails. “You really have the nerve to test my patience when it’s my decision to choose how we’re carrying out our mission, hm. I bet you chose an art exhibit just because you knew I like art.” Deidara anticipated. “Who cares? Can we just go in now?”

- Tobi rocked on his heels and swayed in place in impatience, mentally questioning what could possibly be keeping the boy from submitting into a positive answer. Deidara sighed, “Fine, whatever. We don’t have all day.”. The man-child squealed and raised his arms in the air as he quickly ran through the doors. Approaching the exhibit, Deidara’s interest in the hydrangeas returned; feeling drawn to reach out to a grouplet of periwinkle flowers. He was surprised to feel the sensation of paper, stroking his thumb on the cut out petals to realize they were made out of coffee filters. “Incredible, they look so realistic.” He thought.

- On entering, it was even more colorful inside; each of the whitewashed walls possessed by the colors refracting and dispersing from the sun’s light. The walls had pictorial designs of contrasting pieces like mosaics but as stained glass. They took on the designs of flowers with their leaves blooming from the lead frame by being painted along each side of the room. Most significantly, up in the front of the main entrance, there was a large window panel of a tree; it’s branches winding away from it into leaves of different colors. They were soft shades of pink, blue, yellow and green. “Truly beautiful.” Deidara thought.

- Then, he realized he lost track of Tobi. Although Tobi was an adult and could take care of himself (past tense “could”), it was more like he couldn’t because of his antics. Plus, he wanted to make sure they remained on track of their mission.

- On his search to look for him, he was still in amazement of the exhibit and found himself walking down different halls. The building was a combination of both indoors and outdoors. Some of the roofs became like a greenhouse; transparent ceilings allowing the sunlight to shine through as rooms became greenery with more artwork.

- There was a imperceptible voice down the halls, so he began to follow it. He was finally brought to another room but it was filled with people. He almost ignored it until he caught a glimpse of a girl. You were on stage, a blissful smile wide on your face while he acknowledged that you were the one speaking. He took a double take once he saw you; your hair is in tribal braids, free of your face as they accentuated your golden features. Your eyes never aged, they still spoke of your youth and liveliness.

- Just as he remembered, back in the days before he joined the Akatsuki, you two were friends in his home village, Iwagakure: Hidden Stone Village or The Hidden Village of the Land of Earth.

- You were a ceramist in the Ceramic Village, a small village in the Land of Wind, who was a practitioner of Hanasaki. Hanasaki was known for its pure white color and the series of fine cracks that run along its surface which resembled blossoming flowers (befitting its name). As it brought fame to Ceramic Village, Ninja of Sunagakure frequently requested that parts for their puppets be made in the Hanasaki style, but Hanaski was already difficult to produce for mere ceramics.

- Masho, leader of the ceramic village and created of Hanasaki, rarely took requests because of this. However, you were compliant with many ninjas including Deidara who used the high-quality clay because inferior clays wouldn’t take the exact forms he wanted nor would their detonation be as impressive. Hanasaki was the best clay he found as well as you being the best person he could rely on it from.

- Ceramic Village began running low on Hanasaki but you had set up kilns and workshops throughout villages and found different types of clay, including a muddy clay in the Village of Lies. Back in the village, Masho and other Hanasaki ceramists were killed because it was bringing the village to its downfall from hugely relying on Hanasaki as a source of income. The killer‘s motive was that it would be better to pursue new art styles.

- But, you survived because you often hung out with Deidara, flying on his C2 dragon (a large, flight capable dragon), while he showcased different explosives and experiments he made. You convinced him into throwing them into the air like they were fireworks so he wouldn’t hurt the tons of life below you. He enjoyed seeing your reactions to his explosives because he wanted to impress you, to show you that your clay wasn’t going to waste.

- This soon came to an end when he suddenly left the village as an S-Rank missing nin. Now that he was seeing you currently, many of his memories were brought back to him and so were his feelings. The instant he saw you made him feel warm inside, like he body began starving for sweetness and clung to an emotional sugar source. The sound of your laughter along with the people in the room ignited something in him.

- “Deidara! There you are. You know you shouldn’t run off like that, I was looking all over for you. But I gotta say, I knew you would explore this place top to bottom.” Tobi said. “You dumbass. It’s not my fault you got lost in here and along that, sounding like a baby looking for his mom. Hm.”. Tobi shook away what Deidara had to say and instead looked ahead to see you. “Sweet mama, whose the babe? Don’t try to deny it Deidara, I saw you making goo goo eyes at her,” He began nudging him. “Come on you can tell me. Who is she? Your girlfriend? Best friend?” “She is none of your business.” Deidara said through grunted teeth.

- He wasn’t sure about going up to you. He expected that you would be mad, if anything feel betrayed that he could’ve used you for Hanasaki clay. Really, he enjoyed your company and developed feelings for you. But he didn’t think that you returned them and after all, there were many other ninjas you made clay for. So, he left without telling you, not thinking it would mean much or have a significance.

- Yet, here he stood, watching you shake hands with the host of the event as everyone applauded you for your speech. “I may be a dumbass but you really would if you don’t go and talk to her.” Tobi chimed into Deidara’s trance. “Don’t tell me what to do. Don’t you think I would if I could. Hm.” “Why can’t you? She’s right there! The gods have chosen you two to meet each other again!” “Would you shut up.” While they were bickering, you slowly walked up to the blond, recollecting your memories of your old friend.

- “Deidara?” His body jolted at the sound of his name, like you scared him or he was caught by surprise. He slowly turned to look at you, his roseate cheeks burning when you were much closer to him than behind the podium. You looked even more attractive to him being a short distance away; the way your lashes distinguished the gold flame in your brown hues, the way the sunlight shining through the transparent walls hit your skin. “Long time no see.” He could only say through his awestruck, expressing his familiar smirk he always given you. Maybe Tobi did hand it to him this time, he could’ve been onto something all along.

Obito Uchiha

- “Tobi” arrived at Nikkōgakure on his own. Instead of it obligating to be a mission, he knew where your whereabouts were and visited the village following as you described.

- “Dear Tobi, It’s a village named Nikkōgakure. It is very beautiful here; there are flowers everywhere and the people seem so happy. You will notice the disappearance of clouds but a clear blue sky, making way for the sun’s rays. I believe Nikkōgakure has made a settlement somewhere near the outer circle of the equator since the village’s weather is always content and sunny—just right. Turns out, I will be included in a meeting with other kages in order to suggest a change in poverty villages or else referred to as slums. They are low income places where people were displaced in from wars. We are planning to be supplementing money and food into these villages so they may rise and expand on shinobi forces. Then we could affiliate our alliances for times of need...meet me at the sun perennial garden. I hope to see you soon. Sincerely yours, Y/N.”

- You met Obito after he was saved from White Zetsu who was following orders from an elderly Madara. You were a subordinate of Madara, who took you under his wing because of your omni-benevolence. Along with his Eye of the Moon Plan; replacing the contemporary world of violence and death with one where nobody ever needs to die, he spent his time keeping a close eye on Konohagakure to find a suitable pawn to take his place.

- Omni-benevolence meant that you had the capacity to be infinitely good and good in every capacity that good is recognized by any sentient being in existence. This associated with embodying virtues that consisted of your capability of seeking unity and being able to join others or have others join you. You subconsciously emitted an aura that could induce emotions; generally that of compassion, courage, peace or charity. The inducement would draw others to you; alluring social attraction to make people feel appreciation, respect, trust or a liking towards you. It would form an allegiance with that person or anyone you encounter.

- Madara observed this and thought he could use it as another tactic for his idealism of world peace. He could use you to align different villages who crossed each other as enemies and end all conflicts that contributed to war. At the time, since you were only a simple villager who worked at an orphanage in Konoha, it took little for Madara to send Black Zetsu to sway you into Madara’s plans. Black Zetsu opted that you were born with supernatural/psionic abilities and could be the aid for world peace, leading you into the mastermind behind it.

- From the moment on, you were by Madara’s side and helped tended to Obito’s injuries; following the procedure of removing his body parts too damaged to be healed and replacing them with limbs cultivated from the cells of Hashirama Senju. Obito felt frightened by the legendary Uchiha but immediately fell comfortable by your mere presence. He felt indebted to Madara for saving his life, along with you and was willing to render any assistance he could, an offer Madara made clear he would collect upon. However, you had no harmful intentions and would often share your backstory with Obito as a way of bonding.

- Being an orphan himself; Obito grew up without knowing who his parents were and was left in the care of his grandmother. Hence, he felt alone in the world and aspired to become the Hokage so that the people of the village could acknowledge his existence. Finding out that you were training your natural abilities by working at an orphanage, made him feel warm and felt as though you were doing him a favor too.

- After witnessing the loss of Rin Nohara by Kakashi unintentionally plunging his chidori through her heart, Obito vowed to do anything for Madara if it could bring him together with Rin and Kakashi again. Now, Madara would explain his Eye of the Moon Plan and imparted all of his knowledge and plans to Obito, taught him abilities he would need moving forward, entrusted him with his possessions and would have you along with Black Zetsu to assist as a guide. Until Madara’s revival, he told Obito that he would act as Madara Uchiha.

- You knew all about the plan moving forward and there wasn’t a single bone of malevolence in your body. Although Obito was technically in leadership of the plan, you walked up to the man while he watched the sunset and made a proposal to him, newly as Madara.

- “How about we go through with the plan in two ways. I would like to go undercover as a Civil Rights activist to create conditions for the healing of the brain as a resolve to world problems and spread more love. To spread a new philosophical idea.” You said. “Look at you, Y/N. Too pure to be tainted by the world’s sickness. You sugarcoat Earth’s harsh realities with the idea that there can be social change. If anything, humans should be wiped off the face of the planet. We take and take from Earth and yet there is not plenty for all because some of us are greedy and seek a profit. God used to be our guide. Now people worship the corruption of money. There is much evilness upon our world. We lust after killing one another. And no one seems to care.” Obito unfolded, his voice almost cracking.

- “Madara has projected his hatred onto you. It is the Curse of Hatred that has imbued your disillusionment.” You softly whispered in his ear. “An Uchiha’s love can instantaneously turn into hatred, leaving them more inclined to do anything and everything in their power to achieve their goals and show their own superiority, regardless of the consequences and repercussions of their actions. I can heal that, I can allege the world in love.” You noticed he became calmer by your words, the pace of his breathing slowed and with the patient intent to listen to you speak.

- You continued, “Love reduces the cortisol, the stress hormone, which alters brain architecture for the better. Of course I agree with you that humans are imperfect, their flaws drilled and fracked into our planet. We aren’t evolved enough to be trusted with love. We’d try to engineer it, alter it, use it, weaponize it. Power addiction is always the wrong route to escape fear. The only way to understand love is to feel it, embody it, embrace it.” Obito stood in silence for a bit, you assuming that he was taking in your words. Then he sighed, “And you have a feeling this could work?” “Well, the question is, how do you know your plan will work? Will everything matter in the end?” He acknowledged your words again, feeling the lightest bit of hope. “Fine.”

- He concluded that you will have to send letters of your progress as evidence that your plan is going through development. Or else, they will result to what was set originally of projecting the Infinite Tsukuyomi on the moon in order to trap the world in a dream, thus saving mankind from destroying itself but robbing free will of the world.

- This lead up to recently, visiting Nikkōgakure to see you. Just like you addressed, you two met at the Sun Perennial Garden; the flower beds of Daylilies, Hollyhocks, Geraniums, Alstroemerias, etc. The huge glass enclosed garden was filled with butterflies and hummingbirds, like an exhibit, with pathways of stepping stones—tiny flowers blooming between the crevices. He felt that warm feeling again, just as he did when he was first getting to know you. He looked at you with your hair braided into dookie braids (or known as jumbo box braids) that lengthened down your back. You dressed in a patterned halter top with a matching wrap skirt and strapped heels, expressing your body to the homely temperature. He thought you looked more prettier than ever, not because of your open honey brown skin, but because of the peace illustrated on your face. It made him realize maybe the death of Rin could’ve meant something. Not that it was good.

- But was it for the sake of moving on? Meaning so he could make room for another? Or so he could realize the inevitability of death opens the door to pure potential that can make you a better, more open and loving person? All he knew was that it all had to wind down with him meeting you and slowly falling in love like you were saying. I can allege the world in love.

Sorry to keep everyone waiting! I hope you all are having a great day and enjoyed reading!🤎🍫

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[chocoladieimagines]

1) Love ya blog already I need more black x readers on my dash

2) Is it possible to get some fluffy headcanons about dating Zenitsu and introducing him to black culture? (I hope that made sense this is my first time ever sending in an request liek this)

Thank you, also yes it makes sense! I’m excited to get my first request and I’m glad you feel comfortable about asking for a scenario! That’s what this place is for, helping readers feel comfortable.🤎🍫

Zenitsu x Black!Reader

(A bit long)

“In the mid-16th century, a significant number of Africans came to Japan as crewmen, servants or slaves on European ships. Their presence generated great interest and wonderment. But along with the presence of white Europeans, it influenced an evolving discourse on race among a people who had previously divided humankind into three civilized nations: Japan; China, and India, and miscellaneous barbarian people. Their skin color caused Japanese to link them with the inhabitants of India yet their treatment by the Caucasians who had brought them to Japan implied that they were an inferior people who ought to be despised. During the Tokugawa period, (1603-1868), the increasingly critical, even hostile view towards India and Buddhism had a negative impact upon all peoples considered dark skinned. Thus, black Africans, and other peoples with whom they were commonly conflated, were alternately honored, tolerated and disparaged.” (Leupp).

- This would change years later as you set foot in the final selection.

- You succeeded honing a unique breathing style; executing it with expertise as your sword was cloaked with green ribbons of ectoplasm.

-You took in the scenery of the beautiful vining plants with cascades of blue to purple flowers. They felt ever so alluring to the fate sealed for an examinee’s failure.

- As you caressed the velvety petals between the pads of your fingers, you heard a blood curdling scream nearby.

- Of course it was as expected due to the exam you were taking, but the primal cry bypassed your eardrums to the lining of your brain; coming from a place of terror, telling of a mind in absolute fear.

- A boy ran under the safety of the wisteria trees, as they are poisonous to demons, thus the creatures must stay on the mountain top.

- You looked at him as he ducked his head into his body with his hands covering the back of his neck. His trembling form curled into a ball, hearing as he talked to himself in a whisper.

- “I don’t know if I’m ready. I won’t be able to catch up to the other slayers. I’m going to die...I’m going to die...in fact I’m already dead.” He spoke in self doubt and despair, his mind already subduing to the pressure.

- You walked over to him and crouched to his level. You reached your hand for his shoulder, lightly prodding your fingers against the yellow fabric of his haori.

- He lifted his head at the touch of comfort, turning towards the direction of someone’s hand.

- “Do not cower.” You tell him. “We are to fight to rise above demons. To prevail against the monsters who try to level us to the bottom of a status quo. But we are strong, we will not submit to them, we are more powerful if we band together and fight as one. What’s your name?”

- He froze when he saw you; paralyzed in surprise and silent panic. Under the moonlight, the moon bounced off your melanated skin. The light shined under the construction of your cheekbones, defining the muscles in your cheeks and showing your risen smile of your full lips. Your kinky hair huddled in profusion as they defied gravity. Then it was your eyes.

- He couldn’t stand eye contact but yours captured his into a trance, stuck in the mental state of high arousal as nervousness washed over him like a wave.

- “Z-Zenitsu...Agatsuma.” He finally spoke. “Zenitsu Agatsuma, my name is y/n l/n. They will remember our names and I will remember yours. Would you like to fight by my side?”

- Despite his rosy cheeks by your presence, he nodded.

-After you two became demon slayers, you caught the eyes of many people.

- To be honest, it wasn’t common to see black people during the time. No one was used to your skin full of the sun’s rays or your voluminous hair that others described as being “all over the place”, “showy”, “lazy”, “a distraction”.

-Nevertheless, Zenitsu warmed up to you and found you an easy person for seeking comfort. He hated himself for cowering, running away and sniveling but your calming voice reassured him that everyone is scared of something. That we were born with survival instincts necessary to respond to fear when we sense danger or feel unsafe.

- Not only did he constantly want comfort and motivation, but he was curious. He knows little to nothing about black people because of his lack of seeing one.

- He found your beauty intimidating and overwhelming; the transformations of your hair, your curves, the vibrancy in your walk and the way you talked. You expressed yourself fearlessly, not boldly, but such as being able to remain calm without altering under an opponent which helped your teammates stay levelheaded during battle.

- One day, you two shared a conversation. It was about your past missions and some of the funniest looking demons you came across. It suddenly faded into the awareness of how people looked at you like you were an alien.

- You only shrugged it off with a laugh but it lured Zenitsu back into curiosity. He wasn’t sure how to word it; “How come your skin is so pretty?”, “How is your hair different from the others?”, “How are you so magical?”

- Once your talk came to an appropriate pause, he hesitantly asked a question, “H-Hey, erm, y/n, can you tell me about yourself? Like your ethnicity or who you are as of people?”

- You smiled at his big brown-golden eyes showing his intrigue. It was almost the biggest he’s seen you smile before it elicited your sweet laugh.

- “Well, it’s really a long story but my favorite is to study about my culture. There is a such thing called ‘Black is beautiful’, which included identifying and expressing yourself by doing your hair in a myriad of styles. Using a grooming tool like a pick, which is a type of comb, customized with a black fist was a way to proudly assert political and cultural allegiance to the black power movement. Black writers used their creativity to support a black cultural revolution. Soon enough, we rose into mainstream like music entertainers, sports figures and in stereotypical roles on television. We increasingly demanded more roles and more realistic images of our lives, both in mainstream and in black media.”

- You doubted Zenitsu understood what you were saying so you showed him pictures from school books and showed him videos from a film projector. He could hear the thrill in your voice as you spoke and explained things to him.

- Learning these things from you, he fell even deeper into his crush for you, telling you out uniquely from other girls.

- Sometimes, he watched you braid your hair into protective styles or listened as you sang a song to him that was picked up within your clan. You explained that as slaves, black people prayed and sung joyful songs to keep our heads level headed with what was going on.

- But you felt bad since you thought you were blabbering on about the things you were interested in, instead of finding out the things that Zenitsu would want to hear.

- So one night, while getting ready for bed, Zenitsu wanted to confess to you. Although he is aware of his desperateness of wanting someone to commit his love to, he could no longer take ogling you day to day without the imagination of what your lips felt like or what it would feel like to be ultimately comforted by cuddling and sharing kisses. He wanted you more than anything.

- That night, you two were unbeknownst that you wanted to talk to each other about something. While everyone settled in to go to bed, Zenitsu bumped into you while you were in your pajamas. He blushed at the sight of your hair being braided into cornrows; openly showing your face to him.

- “Zenitsu, what a convenience, I just wanted to talk you.” You chuckled. “Heh heh, I-I had something to say to you too.” He stuttered. “Ok, come in my room.”

- He followed you in, adjusting the collar of his shirt as he felt his body temperature escalate. “You can go first.” He said, clearing his throat. “Well, I just wanted to say, I don’t want it to seem like I’m making you bored, ya know about the things I talk about. I wonder if it’s fair to talk about them to you or if I could be scaring you. History is just a nice thing I like to talk about, one of the things I favor most.”

- He looked at you in shock, “Oh no! I-I don’t mind at all of you coming to me about that. I want to be a person you can come to talk about anything to. I-If anything, I see you as a really pretty person. To see you idolize people and—because of them—feel empowered to show your beauty means a lot to me. As long as it means you will continue to appreciate who you are as a person, I love that about you, y/n.”

- He lost himself in his words and felt himself carrying on and on. You stood in silence, completely surprised how he confessed his feelings to you. “I really really like you. You’re so unique from everyone else, you help me feel better and saved me from getting my ass killed god knows how many times. I...I...”. He felt his nerves come to him, cutting his words short as he looked at you with fear.

- He suddenly watched your lips stretch into a smile, feeling himself freeze in place as you walk closer to him.

- You say to him, “Although people may think you’re a coward, no matter how many times you may break down into tears or feel scared, you are just as much brave. You have the biggest courage of everyone to overcome your fears and take a leap.” And you gently captured his lips with yours, comforting him just as he yearns.

Hopefully I answered just as you requested. As well as having hope that everyone else enjoyed this scenario🤎🍫

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[chocoladieimagines]

Welcome to my page!🍫

- I will be writing fan-fictions for different animes/cartoons particularly in the perspective of a black reader. At times, I will also make OCs for that show as well.

- Before anyone thinks that I am soloing out other races, I will like to make it known that black readers are underrated. One thing I notice is that it’s automatically default to a white reader some times; “He tucked your hair behind your ear”, “Your hair flows through the wind”, “He sees your face blush red” (Examples like that). Writers should take it in mind that anyone will be reading their stories, and will like to be represented (they are filling in as the reader after all).

- I always find it interesting that an anonymous would request a minority reader and I wish that—myself and others as readers—could see more of ourselves in stories with our favorite character.

- Also, I want it to be shown that I am proud of being black and other girls should be too. This is a black pride page where the underrated become represented🤎🍫

- Animes🍫:

Demon Slayer/ Kimetsu no Yaiba

My Hero Academia/Boku No Hiro Akademia

Naruto Shippuden

Dragon Ball Z

More will possibly be added on...

-Cartoon(s)🍫:

Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Invincible

More to be added...

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