#i wanted some makima angst

[mncxbe]

Come on, baby, don't you hurt me anymore

𝐀𝐤𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!.𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈•ﾟ｡𝒄𝒘: light angst, fluff?, itty bitty smut, one bed trope, smoking, mutual pining, spoilers for s1// inspired by an ask i got from my beloved 🐑 anon

"I can feel you plotting something" said Aki, his gaze fixed on a distant spot outside the hotel room window. It was snowing so much that the buildings on the opposite side of the street appeared only as a blurry contour– blocks of dark grey punctuated by neon signs. Aki's voice carried an edge of annoyance which you shrugged off, huffing.

"I'm not plotting anything" you chuckled, shifting away from under the heavy blanket. "Whatever..." he groaned in response "Just stop moving around I'm trying to sleep"

You were grateful he couldn't see you rolling your eyes at his words. He was impossible. It's been a few months since you first started crushing on your partner and now that Makima sent you two to Kyōto on business it was the perfect opportunity to make a move. You were forced to share a room, a bed.

As you laid next to him, you wondered what would be the best way to confess your feelings– a direct approach might've worked, but Aki was too sleepy to engage in any conversation. You sighed, your gaze musing on the snowflakes outside and then it hit you... the perfect opportunity to get Aki to talk to you. Sliding out of bed you made your way towards the window, prying it open.

Your movements alerted the man beside you who groaned angrily. "Where are you going?".

"Just getting some air, relax. It's not like I'm gonna run off or something" you retorted "You should come too"

"Like hell. It's freezing". You couldn't help but laugh at his comment– for someone who grew up in a mountainous area he sure hated winter. "Suit yourself, but you'll have to do without your cigarettes" you giggled, dangling his pack in front of him as you disappeared outside on the fire escape platform. You could hear your partner's groans of protest as he called out your name but you didn't respond.

With an annoyed sigh, Aki got out of bed and slipped on his shoes, following you outside. He found you at the leaning against the metal railing, holding the pack in front of him– daring him to come get it. He wasn't in the mood for this; it's been an exhausting day, packed with meetings with the higher ups and honestly all he wanted to do was sleep but you wouldn't give him a break.

Stepping closer to you, Aki reached for the cigarettes but you quickly pulled your hand away, hiding it behind your back. "Come and get them if you want them so much, Hayakawa" you taunted. The mischevious smirk that played on your lips only irked him more. "Can you not?" he hissed, closing the distance between you as he tried to grab a hold of the pack. He was basically hugging you, his body pressing you further against the icy railing."I'm not joking, y/n. give them back it's cold out here" he whined and you pursed your lips, cooing at him. "I didn't know the great Aki Hayakawa was scared of a little cold"

You could see the shift in his expressing, his lips pressing in a thin line as he yanked the pack from your hands. "You're no fun, Aki" you sighed, content that the man was back to his alert self. "Well, I'm not in the mood for this" he answered mindlessly, taking a cigarette out of his pack and lighting it. The flame glowed red against the grey night. You stepped closer to him, the crisp snow melted under your bare skin, burning the soles of your feet but the sensation felt oddly comforting– a distraction from the heavy tension between you and Aki. Raising on your tippy-toes you gave him a knowing smile "Then what are you in the mood for?"

Aki's cheeks dusted pink at your question. He wasn't stupid, he was aware of your feelings for him but he'll be damned if he was going to give you the satisfaction. His gaze moved up and down your body– from the lace trimmed tank top and cushy pajama pants to your bare feet and he scowled. How were you not freezeing?"Get back inside, idiot. I don't want you catching a cold."

"Didn't know you cared so much about my well-being" you purred, stepping on the vamps of his boots. Your actions took him by surprise and he instinctively wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him. You were almost at the same level as him, so close he could see the fat snowflakes resting on your hair and lashes. God, you looked so pretty in the soft glow of the winter night. You seemed right out of an old pictures movie. He opened his mouth to say something but quickly closed it, averting his gaze.

"What, Hayakawa, you nervous?" you taunted, your voice dripping with amusement. Hooking a finger under his chin, you brought your lips closer to his ear"Am I making you nervous?" The man shivered– your breath was hot against his skin, the closeness warming up his insides.

"No" he said plainly, still not facing you. He's never been a good liar and he knew he wouldn't be able to hide his true feelings if he were to look you in the eyes. Of course, you were aware of that, but you were dead set on making his composure crumble. Your lips ghosted over the shell of his ear before making their way lower, tracing soft kisses along the expanse of his neck. "You sure, Aki?" you giggled, relishing the way he tensed up under your touch. He smelt well; of tobacco and fresh cologne, making your whole body heat up in anticipation.

Your kisses raised goosebumps in their wake, causing the man to shudder. Still, he made no attempt to stop you- he knew it would've been pointless. Instead, he squeezed your hip tighter, ashing his cigarette. "You know it won't work, right? A relationship I mean"

"Why not?" you asked, nuzzling your head in the crook of his neck. You were perfectly modled in his embrace, as if you were made to fill his sharp, hollow edges with your soft curves. "Because it simply wouldn't work" he insisted, sighing. He didn't want to tell you that he only had at most two years left to live, that starting a relationship would be pointless since he wasn't going to watch it grow into something... more. So he simply remained silent.

As if reading his mind you pulled away from him, looking up to meet his eyes. "If it's about you dying soon, i know already" Aki raised a brow at your words and you shrugged, wrapping your arms around him "Denji told me" you clarified, watching the stern expression on his face melt into something softer.

"Look, Aki... do you really wanna go through life without living a little? Don't you want something more?"

Aki would've lied if he said that your words didn't take a toll on him. You were right, he wasn't allowing himself the comfort of normality– getting attached to you, caring. "I just don't want you to suffer. There's no point in you falling in love with me when I already have an expiration date"

You chuckled at his words, placing a soft kiss at the corner of his mouth. "Be a little selfish, Aki. It's your life, don't let it go to waste. Plus, i'm a big girl I can take care of myself."

"You clearly can't" he commented, gesturing at the way you were clinging to him. Aki brushed a frozen strand of hair away from your face, his thumb lingering on your cheek. "I like you too. i really do but... I don't think we should do this"

You looked up at him with those big doe eyes he so adored, blinking a few snowflakes away from your lashes "Okay, you don't think we should, but do you want to?" you asked in a soft voice that made him melt like a wax candle. "It's nothing wrong with letting yourself have the things you want. for once, think about what you want, not what you think is the right thing to do"

You were so goddamn adamant that you were making him give him, so stubborn– but also right. He never allowed himself the things he wanted most. Looking down at you his heart tightened in his chest; you were so beautifully present, so real and certain, unlike any other aspect in his life. He couldn't bring himself to say no to you. So maybe... just once he could have something good in his life.

Aki let out a low sigh. flicking the bud of his cigarette out on the street, he took a deep breath "And how would this work? Are we going to sneak around? You know Makima doesn't take relationships between colleagues too well" You hushed him, placing a finger on his lips "Don't worry about that, Aki. We'll figure out a way." you reassured him, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips and his heart skipped a beat. His arms tightened around you, squeezing you against him as his tongue slipped in your mouth, ripping a soft moan from you.

Aki's mind went blank, all his worries and doubts melting away as he held you close to him. You were far away from home, so he was going to make the most of the alone time you had together. You were right, he thought as he rushed back inside with you and slid under the puffy blanket, dragging you on top of him– you could figure things out. Give it a try at least. But for now he just wanted to give in, to spill all his want in you. So for once, he didn't hesitate when you kissed him, dipping his hand lower down your body to touch you where you needed him most. you hastly unclasped his belt, the sound of metal piercing through the silence of your room and he groaned at your touch, pulling you closer against him. Any trace of uncertainty was gone the moment you sunk low on him, moaning softly into the needy kiss you were sharing– he knew without a shred of doubt that this was right, you were good for him. And he wasn't planning to let you go.

#‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚ #chainsaw man x reader #chainsaw man #aki hayakawa #csm aki #aki x reader #aki hayakawa x reader #csm x reader

[avallon]

It Could Be Sweet

Kishibe x fem!reader

A/n: first of all, I would like to thank @vilsoo for letting me participate in this project, the Ultraviolence Collab, I'm a little nervous because it's my first participation in a collaboration and also, because English is not my native language, I would like to apologize for some grammar errors that may appear, I have proofread but still some error may have escaped. This is based on the song Pretty When You Cry by Lana Del Rey

Hope you like it, please like and reblog if you like it, thank you <3

Word count: 5.8k

Warnings: Canon!AU, female reader, smut, age gap (reader is in her 20s and kishibe is in his 50s), blood, alcohol, angst, kishibe sucks at romance, 18+, minors DNI

Summary: “Everything is so easy for you, as simple as breathing.”

"I need you."

Kishibe had never said that to anyone.

The words sounded so strange coming out of his mouth.

But Kishibe never before in his life uttered such sincere words.

Kishibe was used to women, they were great, all he needed to do was smile at some girl in a bar or, on the worst days, take a few walks in the red light district, and walk into the door of the first smiling face that blew him a kiss. But that was only on days when work had sucked.

He already knew through the rumbles in the corridors that a new hunter was about to be hired, he just hoped they didn't throw the rookie behind his back, he had just trained Himeno and sent her to the front line, and, at the moment, everything what he wanted was just to drink whiskey in his office, and wait for the calamity that awaited him day after day.

But as soon as he stepped into the firm's building, he was told that Makima was waiting for him in her office.

And then, in that sterile office, and with Makima smiling behind her desk, he saw you; nothing special, just a plain girl, not the slightest bit of a hunter's profile, with your crisp uniform and your hands behind your back, your head down as a sign of respect and subservience, a little afraid to look him in the eye, you had probably already heard of his reputation there.

Kishibe snorted with impatience.

“I have more things to do, I won't waste my time babysitting. Send her to Himeno.”

And he was already leaving the room when Makima gently pulled him by the shoulder, leading him to the far corner of the office, away from the newcomer's ears.

“Kishibe-san.” Makima gave him one of her gentle, hollow smiles. “I need to inform you that the orders came from above and we are in no position to deny orders from a superior, and well.” She cast a polite look at the newcomer. “The rookie showed capacity in the interview and a willpower that is very rare in young hunters nowadays, we want to test all that determination in the best way; on the front lines and with the best hunter, so she will knows for sure if her determination will remain the same and she will be useful to the organization.”

And with that, Kishibe just looked at you and motioned for you to follow him.

And maybe that was his first mistake.

***

You were a good girl, shy but good, and by 'good', Kishibe meant the sweetest sense of the word.

“Crying already?” he said, just in your second week of training, opening the flask of whiskey and watching the blood that oozed from the cut on your collarbone and wet your white tank top, marking your breasts.

“Sorry, Master.” you sniffled and then tried to get up from the ground, passing a bloody hand across your nose and putting yourself in the fighting position again.

"How old are you?" he wanted to know.

“Twenty-four, sir.” you replied dutifully, being taken aback when Kishibe yanked on your wrist, bringing you straight into the sole of his shoe that hit your chin squarely.

“Slow reflexes.” he warned. "Any second of distraction counts as hours of head start for a devil."

You spit blood, looking at the floor, you felt that your head was going to explode in two pieces, the air had been lacking for a few seconds and your elbows had been scraped by the fall, you tried to get up but your arms gave way, not supporting the weight of your body. You stared in shock at the amount of blood lying beside you, but the shock turned to worry when Kishibe's shoes took your line of vision.

"Here." you saw a handkerchief held out to you as your gaze rose. "Come on, kid, if I'd kicked it real hard you wouldn't even be up to tell the story."

"Thanks." you thanked him in a nasal voice, taking the handkerchief and placing it over your sore and throbbing bloody nose.

Kishibe helped you up and sit on a bench.

"I'm sorry-"

“Stop apologizing.” he cut you off and looked at you, this time seeming to really see you. “You're trying, aren't you?” and watched your flickering, watchful eyes. “So keep going, stop thinking you won't make it or that you owe me an apology for failing a task, I don't want your apologies, I want the best you have to offer me. And it still wouldn't be enough. I want to see you enter this court without fear of me. Next week we will train in an open field.” and saying this he got up and walked towards the entrance to the court, stopping at the door and turning his head towards you. “Would you be up for dinner out?” he asked in his usual monotonous, drawling voice.

You gave him a wide-eyed look of surprise, followed by a quick nod.

"Right. But first, go to the infirmary and take care of it.” he pointed to the cut on your collarbone that was still bubbling blood.

When he realized it, he had already invited you to eat somewhere, and he immediately found it strange. Usually he didn't feel sorry for the rookies he trained, no, with you it wasn't a feeling of pity, but something more drawn to duty, perhaps the duty Kishibe felt to himself, at that moment, to have you close to him without that bloody nose and that tension you radiated from being around him. He wanted you to feel comfortable with him.

Shit.

“Fuck-!” you moaned timidly against his ear, squirming in pleasure as you felt his fingers curling skillfully inside your wet cunt, your hands gripping his rigid shoulders tightly, your back between the entrance wall of your apartment and his body, your breasts against his chest.

"I barely got my fingers in and you're all wet already." he whispered against your neck, not resisting the temptation to lick that piece of skin, and taking advantage of his free hand to grope your breast. “Sassy kid, do you have the hots for me?”

You didn't respond to the taunt, too embarrassed to even look at him. You hid your face against his neck, too lost in the feeling of pleasure he provided you, making you completely forget about the boss and subordinate relationship that you should follow to the fullest extent.

“Look at me, kid.” he commanded in a soft growl, cupping your chin, pulling your face up and making you look at him, he needed to see your eyes, your sweet eyes and full of delight. “Did you want me from the start?”

You tried to lower your head, but his grip on your chin wouldn't allow it, so you closed your eyes and bit your lip.

"Say it." he ordered.

“Y-Yes, I wanted you from the first time I saw you.” you echoed silly.

“Good girl.” he whispered, taking his hand out of your pants, licking his fingers and pulling your face, kissing you passionately.

“Ouch!” you moaned against his mouth, pulling away and holding your bruised nose, looking at the bandage on your collarbone - which still hurt a lot, and gave him a playful look, which he reciprocated by taking your hand and bringing it to the hard volume in his pants, then he gently kissed the bandage, paralyzing you for a few seconds.

Kishibe gasped as your trembling hands unbuckled his belt and unfastened his pants.

He's never been as hungry for a woman as he was for you.

And no, his intention was never to have sex with you when he asked you out to dinner, but once again he had to blame it on that uncomfortable feeling he had towards you. And then, to make matters worse, you had only had two cans of beer and that was enough for you to let go, he liked it at first, he liked it even more when you invited him, laughing, to your apartment for coffee and, by finally, he sent common sense to hell when you couldn't unlock your door and bit your lip, smiling at him in a slurred voice. “Do you want to spend the night? I can make coffee in the morning.”

"Screw this!" he whispered, opening the door and pulling you in by the waist, kissing your open mouth that panted for him.

***

You were so young.

Sitting on a bench in the park, his canteen of drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other, he watched you while you bought a hot dog, coming back with a smile on your face, it was after one in the afternoon and you had been complaining of hunger since eleven .

“Patrols are like that.” he had said.

He had approved you in training, those crazy weeks of hard training during the day and even more grueling sex at night. Once you had sex for the first time, he couldn't do without your young, healthy body. A good girl, he thought, as he thrust into you, with strength and an absurd desire to consume you, you looked so fragile, already exhausted from a full day of training and covered in the bruises he had inflicted on you, and in that moment, giving it to him and being perfect at holding it, sticking out your wet tongue at him or staring at him with your eyes full of a feeling that made him uneasy.

He destroyed you on the training ground and in your bed.

You were the toy that refused to break, you pushed yourself to your limits for him, refusing to leave him with nothing.

“Inside, please.” you stammered, burying your fingers against the roots of his hair, forcing him to look at you, he was about to come, already pulling his cock out of you to come on your breasts, one of his favorite spots.

Both of you were drenched in sweat, Kishibe was thrusting fast and deep, your favorite time when having conventional vanilla-style sex.

"What?" he growled, panting, resisting the temptation to cup your breasts, glistening with sweat, which swayed with his erratic movements, his gaze arranging for the scar that was marked on your collarbone, marbled into your skin, the cut he gave you, as if it were his signature on you.

“Your cum, I want it inside me, p-please.” you closed your eyes when you felt him touch your sweet spot.

Feeling like he was about to fall apart, Kishibe thrust his tongue inside your mouth, kissing you as he came, deliciously, inside you.

It was like he was going to melt.

***

"Stop this." he ordered in a low tone.

“Screw you.” you returned, sniffling, wiping your tears with the back of your hand.

You were in a residential neighborhood, more specifically in the house of a family, the police had called you after reporting a murder case involving devils; the parents were away on work and the children, a boy and a girl, were at home doing their homework when they were attacked by a hungry devil, who tore them apart and devoured them in a matter of minutes.

As much as you'd been at this job for months, cases like this were hard to digest.

“Your reports are very accurate, as always.” said Makima, sitting behind her desk, looking at the paperwork, she put the pile down and looked at Kishibe. “Say, Kishibe-san, does the girl have the aptitude to work in Division 4?”

The question didn't surprise him, but he pondered before answering. You were strong, you gained strength through training, but you were still a sentimental crybaby who didn't know how to deal with the loss. You were competent, no doubt, but the fear Kishibe felt before answering bothered him.

“She is not ready yet.” was all he said, refusing to give Makima what she wanted.

“She already has a contract with a demon.” he heard Makima from the hall, before closing the door. “Please, better you say goodbye, we need promising young hunters in this division.”

"Why are you crying?" he asked, softly, it was the middle of the night, you were naked, in your bed, he was sitting up, drinking - you had already left a sideboard in your room for him, - and you were curled up against the pillow, your arm around his waist.

"I'm not crying." you muttered, your voice muffled against the pillow.

Kishibe pursed his lips after taking a swig of whiskey, uneasy.

How did things get to this point? The thing between you was already beyond sex, you were work and bed partners. Kishibe was old enough to be your father and that seemed to turn you on, and he loved it, becoming addicted to the fascinated gaze you always cast at him after completing a mission or when out on patrol, investigating. You were completely faithful to him, you even managed to let go and be yourself, now and then, dragging him to a kitten fair you saw somewhere or making him pay for overpriced meals at maid cafes.

You lightened his dark reality.

And at times it was almost unbearable.

The thoughts he arrived at, at dawn, were satisfying and sweet, as they involved you, but also, depending on which path they followed, could become tragic and irreversible.

And he didn't like this, this feeling. However, this same feeling burned for you.

Fear? Or, maybe something else?

“Look here, kid.” he called, taking a sip of his whiskey, as soon as you lifted your head from the pillow, he grabbed your cheeks, parting your lips enough for him to spit the alcohol into your mouth, which you swallowed, like the good dutiful girl who you was. “Tell me, what is it?”

You grimaced as you felt the alcohol burning down your throat and you snuggled up in bed before answering, covering your breasts with the sheet, not caring about your messy hair.

“Why do we never go to your house?”

“Because there is not a safe place.”

You lowered your gaze, feeling your eyes water, the fear of losing him consuming you again, you knew it would lead nowhere, this kind of relationship or whatever it was you had. Kishibe wasn't even nice, he was always apathetic or drunk or crazy hot for you, and that was enough, because you were hanging out and working and doing your best, well, at least you were, for him, everything that was customary. And in the moments when Kishibe told you 'That's my girl', you felt like the whole world to this man. He was your master and also your lover, and you admired him so much, always wondering what he had gone through, as a young man, to end up like this, but still keep moving forward.

Kishibe devoted himself entirely to his profession as a hunter, which made you admire and respect him as a professional; your colleagues would ask you what it was like to work with the infamous Kishibe and you'd answer, with a shrug, "It's not easy at all."

You closed your eyes and the tears rolled down your cheeks.

You were in love with this man, and he knew it, and he didn't care one bit.

“You look so pretty when you cry.” you heard his voice, low, followed by his lips on your face, licking away the tear that rolled there.

“And you are so cruel.” you murmured, your voice breaking, letting him cup your face and kiss you, his other hand going to your breasts, his fingers caressing your already hard nipples.

"I'm not cruel, I'm just a bastard waiting for the end." he said against your lips, sliding his hand down your belly and down to your cunt. “Spread your legs for me, love.”

Love.

That word warmed your aching chest as well as caused a new verge of tears.

You gave yourself to him, not complaining that he was, once again, seducing you to end up in sex, instead of talking to you and, in a way, opening up to you.

***

He was so curious about you it was dangerous.

“Why did you want to be a hunter?” he simply asked into the night wind, the cigarette dangling between his lips as he flicked on the lighter.

You were at the back of a cheap ramen restaurant, you had just finished dinner and Kishibe had said he wanted to smoke a cigarette before taking a taxi.

Your mind drifted back to your high school days as you thought about his question, it flew back to you best friend from junior high, you had studied together until the end of high school, and drifted apart during that time; she had met other people and made new friends and you, well, you continued to be friends with her, even though things were never the way they were, and with the end of high school, you split up for good and each went on their own ways, new adult life. The last time you heard about this friend was a few months ago, when the local news reported her death by a devil. You even went to the funeral, it all seemed so strange to you that you couldn't stay there for long.

“I don't really know.” you shrugged. “I had this friend from my teenage days…A devil killed her and… Well, I wasn't doing anything good with my life, and the opportunity just presented itself. You know, it's not this private revenge thing or anything like that.”

"I am really sorry." you heard him wish.

"It's nothing, it's over." you waved your hand vaguely, it really was past, these days all you had was this job and, in a very sad and dark way, Kishibe. Your family was fine, your mother worried about the risks your work offered, but you tried to reassure her during the sporadic visits you made, your family was good to you and all, but you always felt out of place with them, like a defective piece of a puzzle.

The taxi arrived and you got in first, looking at Kishibe, confused, when he closed the car door, stopped on the sidewalk.

"You do not come?" you asked anxiously, watching him duck towards the car window.

“Not today, kid.” he gently touched your chin, his thumb gliding gently over your lower lip. “I need to spend a night without you to see if I can survive.” he stared at you solemnly for countless seconds, causing your chest to burn.

Kishibe gave your address to the taxi driver and paid the fare, watching the car pull away and blend in with the others on the busy avenue. A heavy sigh left his lips, along with the cigarette smoke, his hand drifted to the canteen in his overcoat's inner pocket.

You were the most precious thing he, a selfish old man, could ever have, the best thing that ever happened to him in all these miserable, dark years of hunting devils and losing devoted mates. The simple way your whole face lit up with just a smile, and especially when the smile was caused by him, was something as frightening as it was adorable.

You were his girl, he kept you in control just so you wouldn't realize the power you had over him.

Oh, damn it, he needed to bury that feeling again. Tonight he was going to need to buy more booze.

As soon as you got home, the first thing you did was take a cold shower, hoping it would help calm the agonizing throbbing in your chest. Twenty minutes later, you were curled up on your bed, hugging a shirt of Kishibe's that he'd forgotten there, your eyes closed as you smelled him on the fabric, whiskey and perfume - he'd started wearing woody cologne as soon as you guys broke up of training, you could hardly contain yourself with happiness at the time, when you discovered this detail.

“I'm such a fool.” you muttered against the shirt, smiling as you remembered what he had said before the taxi left.

***

“Hey, old man, do you like my moves?” You smiled and winked at Kishibe, swaying awkwardly towards him, who was leaning against the hood of the car, cigarette in his hand, inches from his dry lips, his gaze might seem empty or far away, but Kishibe was rapturous inside; seeing you completely drunk and free, extremely happy.

It was Saturday night and you were on a beach, the idea, as always, had been yours. You were at your house, anxious and restless, thinking about what Himeno had told you, that she would soon be your senior in the 4th Division, and you found it strange at first, causing an embarrassment in Himeno, who shrugged and apologized, but assured you that the paperwork was on for your transfer, she even tapped you on the shoulder and told you, in a welcoming tone. “Talk to the Master.”

And that had been enough to end your peace of mind.

And when the weekend arrived, there was nothing in this world that would leave you in a state of peace.

So, you accepted the first crazy idea that crossed your mind; call Kishibe, rent a car, buy drinks and hit the road, maybe go to the beach. You were dying to see a bonfire on the beach, it was something that could really calm your mood.

On that night, you would put him against the wall.

The corner of Kishibe's lips curved, as if a tiny smile of pleasure wanted to appear, such was the simple satisfaction he felt when he saw you, there, with a bandana tied around your head, a pair of worn-out jean shorts and a cream sweater, dancing awkwardly, filling your sandals with sand, every now and then he had to warn you not to step on the fire that you had lit yourself - with his help, a you that he was not used to seeing in this last year that you guys lived and worked together, and, damn, how good it was to see you like this.

Maybe part of your relaxation was thanks to the drink, but he didn't care about that at the moment.

You approached him with your bad dance moves, trying to keep up with the seventies music playing on the car radio, you took his cigarette and inhaled, trying to seduce him, but the cough that attacked you after the drag made him smile, and Kishibe was seduced by your sincere attitude.

“Your cigarette is too strong.” you said between coughs, leaning on his shoulder, giving him an amused look when you saw him smile. “I think this is the first time I've seen you smile like that… Are you in love with me or something?” provoked you, not resisting the temptation.

Kishibe took the rest of his cigarette and threw the butt into the fire, he blew the smoke to the side, away from your pleading face, cheeks flushed from the beer you drank all the way to this beach, in that moment, you could ask for the world for him, that he would go to Hell to give it to you. 

“You are a tease, you know that?” he arched an eyebrow, pulling you down so he could kiss your neck, his hands slipping inside your cardigan, he felt your skin crawl under his fingers.

“I know, your seductive young student.” you murmured, feeling suddenly betrayed, all the freshness and joy of moments before wafting out of you like Kishibe's cigarette smoke.

Kishibe pulled away from your neck and looked up at you, his hair falling over his wary eyes.

"What?" he questioned, still holding you against him.

"Don't play dumb, this is the last thing since the creation of the world you can be." you rested your hands on his firm chest and pulled away from his embrace, gasping for air, the sudden, painful throbbing in your chest returning full force. “I need more beer.”

You went to the car, took a bottle of beer that was in the cooler in the back seat of the car and closed the door in a slam, already with the open bottle on your lips.

“Hey, take it easy there.” Kishibe appeared at your side, he tried to take the bottle but you pushed him away and walked around the car, following to the bonfire, Kishibe watched you, analyzing all your form and behavior, probably already knowing the cause of everything.

He heaved a heavy sigh, his soul crying out for a shot of whiskey. 

As soon as he approached you, still with your back turned, he heard you ask, in a broken voice, against the sound of the waves breaking on the edge of the sea:

“Do you always have affairs with your students?”

“No, you were the first.” he said, the answer was as simple as breathing, he thought.

And then you turned to him, the wind blowing your hair into your teary eyes.

“Then why are you going to abandon me?”

That image broke him completely, Kishibe could have fallen to his knees against the cold sand of that beach, on that windy night, as violent as the regret that took him like an assault. He would rather die a thousand times than have to see you in that state, lost because you were already aware of the end of everything, the end of you two, and that was what hurt him the most.

“You were hired for Division 4 from the start—”

“Then why the hell did you let things get to this point?” you exploded, dropping the bottle onto the sand beside you, Kishibe noticed your scar glistened against the bottle's reflection.

“Because you're amazing,” he said. “And everything I've come to want, besides slaying devils, was seeing your face one more time.”

“Everything is so easy for you, as simple as breathing.” you sniffled.

You lowered your head, crying, let him touch you gently and pull you to him, holding you as you cried against his chest, his hand went up to your head, stroking your hair as you lay there, with your nose against his shirt, you could smell his heady woody scent, the scent you started to miss right away.

“You made me strong enough to live without you…” you whispered, lifting your tear-stained face to his, closing your eyes to his touch on your face, then you stood on your tiptoes and kissed him, his lips were dry. “I can do this, I can do this.” you breathed against his lips, like a mantra you already knew wouldn't be enough. "You are the best." you confessed in a passionate sigh.

Kishibe buried his hands in your hair, commanding the kiss, he would give you what you wanted.

That night, you had sex for the last time, and it was like Heaven.

***

It all happened so fast, like the blink of an eye, one second to the next.

Kishibe and you were having lunch at a restaurant, it was your last patrol together in Division 1, you were wearing the firm's uniform and your hair was tied up in a sloppy way, but that day you looked prettier than any other day you worked together, there, sitting in front of that old blue mosaic wall and eating katsudon, as you always ordered for; maybe it was the regret that this should be your last lunch together being reinforced in Kishibe's mind.

He couldn't continue having this relationship with you when you were in Division 4, it wouldn't work out, one of you would end up being harmed. You were young, you still had a whole career as a hunter ahead of you, you were going to meet new people and was going to date guys your own age who weren't fucked up in the head like he was, and who weren't committed to devils in their lives like him.

"What are you looking at?" You asked, lowering your chopsticks into your bowl, brows furrowed.

Kishibe just watched you for a few seconds, barely supporting it, despite his dead stare.

“You are adorable, kid.” he said in a heavy whisper.

You gave him a small smile, sort of letting your guard down by shrugging your shoulders.

“Listen, Kishibe, why don't you come with me to the priv-” but you couldn't finish your longed-for question, as you had been thrown into the center of the street by something gigantic that rose straight out of the ground, breaking the floor and the walls of the cafeteria, next to the streets and sidewalks, Kishibe had been thrown against the opposite wall of the restaurant.

At the same moment Kishibe was already looking for you, finding you on the other side of the avenue, also standing up, despite the blood staining your white shirt, several citizens were running and screaming everywhere, and Kishibe soon found out why.

A gigantic centipede devil was everywhere, the cylindrical body like that of an earthworm fully popped out from everywhere, its paws were large and scabby, some even had humans impaled on them.

He screamed your name and told you to run away, but you were too lost and scared to listen, there was a cut on your head and all you could do was call the devil you had a contract with to help you with that giant centipede, Kishibe realizes that you did not obey and then ran towards you, invoking several knives and already throwing them against the creature's body, but before he reached you and you could invoke your devil, a long, rigid and pawl sharp had already pierced your body, you spat out a cascade of blood and your vision blurred before going dark.

No!

Please don’t!

Anything but that.

His blood boiled, his body took on reflexes as quick as a ray of light and nothing else in the world existed but the rage of killing this creature, Kishibe no longer had consciousness and was no longer a human being, not while this accursed devil was alive.

Nothing else in the world existed but you.

And that was the thought that took over him completely, when he regained consciousness, a rain had started, washing the greenish blood of the centipede into the drains, already dead and unconscious on the sidewalk, with infinite knives stuck against its skull, far away of you, lying in Kishibe's arms. 

The raindrops fell non-stop on your face that was already losing color, Kishibe was already without strength, something he never thought would happen in this life.

“Come on, kid. Don't come to me and die now." he said, destroyed, practically voiceless, feeling all the life draining out of his body along with that rain that wet him to the bone. “Please…” he begged, voiceless, laying his head against yours, waiting for your strength to come out through your mouth.

That was too cruel to be true, not for him, ever, but for you, you didn't deserve this. Kishibe refused to believe his senses, two minutes ago you were alive, young and beautiful in front of him, he even smelled your shampoo, but now, the smell that was on you was metallic and Kishibe couldn't accept that. You couldn't be bloody because you were healthy and you'd be fine, you'd be fine. 

Kishibe had committed many crimes and sins in this life, this was probably supposed to be his heinous punishment.

He cupped your head and stroked your wet cheek with his trembling hand.

“Please… I need you.”

That hurt so much, so much that it caused pain in his being, the feeling of not having you anymore, as if you were a piece of him.

And then, one shuddering sigh, brought both you and Kishibe back to life.

"This is funny." you said in a hoarse voice, your eyes practically closed.

Kishibe closed his eyes as relief warmed him, a smile forming on his quivering lips.

“You still will  be the cause of my death.” he said, watching the small smile you gave.

***

You woke up with a colossal headache and your whole body aching.

"Good morning, gorgeous." you heard a familiar voice beside you, still lying down and your eyes twitching because of the bright light in the room, you turned your head and found Himeno sitting on a chair beside you, it didn't take long for you to realize you were in a hospital room .

“Himeno?” you questioned, your voice weak as you sat up in bed, grimacing at the pain you felt in your belly and the right side of your torso.

"Hey, take it easy, you're still recovering." Himeno warned, worried, she grabbed a glass of water from the table beside her. “Here, drink some, slowly.”

You accepted the water and drank in short sips, your free hand touching the bandages on your head and the bandages around your entire body.

“How long have I been here?”

Himeno scratched the back of her neck and tried to look away.

"One month." she said.

"One month?" echoed you, in disbelief, your whole body shook and you tried to get up. "I need to get out of here-"

"Hold on, you're still in no shape to get up." Himeno soon tried to hold you and make you lie down on the bed again. “Today or tomorrow Makima will authorize you back to fieldwork… we will be partners in Division 4.” informed Himeno, with a certain regret in her voice. “I'm sorry to tell you this way and here."

And then the memories washed over you like an avalanche.

You didn't want to ask about him, but you didn't care.

“What about Kishibe?”

Himeno shook her head and pursed her lips, she wanted to be the last person in the world to break the news to you.

“He is in China, on a mission.”

And with those words from Himeno, you knew it was over. You wanted to ask her if he had come to visit you, if he said anything about you, but nothing made sense to you at that moment, because you probably wouldn't see him again. You remembered that time when he had said that people with a screw loose live longer or something, and well, you wish you had learned to be like him, maybe it would have been easier.

Tears were already spilling out of your eyes and running down your face, you touched your scar on your collarbone, as a certificate that the time you spent together, the life you lived with him had been real.

Yes, it had been real, and it had never hurt as much as it did now.

#kishibe x reader #csm #chainsaw man #csm fanfic #fem reader #vilsoo collab #smut #ultraviolence collab

[blues824]

can you do the dormleaders reacting to a makima!reader from chainsaw man?

I admit it… I simp for Makima. I said it. Gender-neutral reader. Angst.

Riddle Rosehearts

This man thought you were totally normal at first. You were kind, gentle, friendly, and very professional. Basically his dream partner in the flesh. Well, he came to find out that the only reason why you were so close to him was so that you could try and capture him during his overblot to serve as your ‘pet’.

During his overblot, you brought out some of your best devils. It was there that he got a glimpse of how cold and cruel you were. You never cared about him, and that’s what hurt the most. You eventually managed to stop the overblot, but you didn’t care since that was one of the two goals you had in mind.

He feels manipulated, as he should. Sure, you still did care about him, but that wasn’t your main priority. Now he understands why his mother never wanted him to hang around anybody. It was to avoid him from getting hurt.

Leona Kingscholar 

He thought you were stuck-up until you showed him how kind you are. Even Ruggie didn’t suspect anything, so why would he have a reason to? Well, he should have because he found out that you were just trying to get him to overblot to see if you could manipulate him into being your ‘pet.

Leona was angry. He was angry at you, everyone else, but most importantly he was angry at himself for not seeing the cold and distant look in your eyes. Of course you wouldn’t be romantically interested in the prince. However, you seemed proud of yourself when your plans went haywire and you instead defeated the overblotting victim rather than captured him.

You betrayed him, and there was no other way to put it. Maybe you did love him; but it didn’t matter considering you put the blot above the beastman himself. The only thing to move past is the fact that you still held his heart in your hands.

Azul Ashengrotto

Mans probably thought it was love at first sight, but no. You were just so kind and ‘genuine’ (not really), there was no way he couldn’t fall hopelessly in love. But, all good things must come to and end in one way or another. He just didn’t know it would be so cruel.

When he overblotted, you were quick to reveal your cold and cunning nature. You had one plan in mind, but two goals in case your plan went south. You wanted to keep the overblot version of Azul as a plaything, but you accidentally defeated him instead. Oh, well.

He wasn’t angry. He was sad. Was this how others felt when he turned around and stabbed them in the back? No, none of them harbored the love that the cecaelia felt for you, and even when you tore his heart out and stomped on it… it still beat for you.

Kalim Al-Asim

His heart soared when he saw you acting so kind. You were the main character in a Disney movie, and he was the love interest in this little story. Your hands were gentle as you cupped his face, a deception that you’ve prepared for a long time.

However, when his Vice Housewarden overblotted, Kalim felt betrayed by both his best friend and now you. Your cold and manipulative side came out to play, and the Housewarden of Scarabia felt as though he was gazing upon a completely different person.

The thing is, his heart was still soaring even with its broken wings. Whenever he was near you, he still got butterflies in his stomach. His mind and Jamil tell him to stray away but his heart tells him to forgive you. And who is he to deny the thing that draws him closer to you?

Vil Schoenheit

He knew there was something more behind that kind facade. He knew he should have listened to his mind when he saw you. But you gave him the right amount of attention at the wrong time. You called him beautiful when he needed to hear it, and this clouded his judgment.

When he overblotted and saw how you really were, he could feel more ink falling from his tear ducts. He was already on an emotional rampage, but to see that you stabbed him in the back set him over the edge. How could you?

Oh, he was understandably angry. He wanted to blame you just as he wanted to blame Neige, but it was just as much his own fault as it was either of yours. He does stay away from you, and tries to avoid you. 

Idia Shroud

One of the only ones who had an inkling that you might not be who you seem you are, considering he saw an anime with a character that was very similar to you. Unfortunately, his initial suspicion was wiped away when you acted so kindly towards him.

He shouldn’t have been surprised to find out that you were just trying to capture him while he overblots for your own benefit. He was ashamed for himself for thinking that he could have this little shred of hope, but you just plunged him into despair.

You seemed pretty happy when you defeated his overblot, but he knew that it wasn’t your original plan. Honestly, he couldn’t blame you. If he were in your shoes, he would probably try and do the same thing, considering overblots were a very powerful thing.

Malleus Draconia

His retainers told him to be careful, but he wasn’t. You showed him kindness and friendship and even love, and he was attached almost immediately. He was smart, but you were always 10 steps ahead and he didn’t suspect anything.

However, it was when he witnessed you in battle that he noticed how cold you actually were. You never cared about the people you were helping; you cared about the power that harnessing and overblot victim would bring you.

Malleus realized that he might need to be careful about accumulating blot. If you got control of him if he overblotted, you would have an almost insurmountable amount of power. He is one of the top 5 most powerful mages, after all.

#twst #twst x reader #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twst #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts #riddle x reader #riddle #twst riddle #twst riddle rosehearts #twst riddle x reader #leona #leona x reader #twst leona x reader #twst leona #leona kingscholar x reader #leona kingscholar #twst leona kingscholar #azul #azul ashengrotto #twst azul ashengrotto #twst azul x reader #twst azul #azul x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #kalim #kalim al asim

[threadbaresweater]

a temporary reprieve

You knew that a relationship with Aki Hayakawa was a risk. You vowed to take it as it comes, to take care when it came to your heart and your future, but when you fall pregnant with his child, you realize that the best laid plans often go awry...

The details: 6.9k words. Heavy angst, little to no comfort. Not a happy (but a quietly hopeful) ending. Major character death. Pregnancy and childbirth. Very brief consideration of abortion. Mentions of vomit and nausea. Canon divergence. Shower sex, vaginal fingering. Mentions of bruising and blood. LARGELY UNEDITED, probably rushed because it really got away from me fast and I was terrified if I didn't end it here I'd write forever. Please read at your own risk. (Repost)

Aki is angry when you tell him.

You knew he wouldn't be happy; to be frank, you weren't exactly thrilled. You'd been together long enough that it had certainly come up in conversations about your future, but it was never a discussion. You both agreed that it wasn't what you wanted out of life. Aki had his own reasons, you had yours, and that was that. There was never any need to revisit the matter because you'd made your choice together. It should have been cut and dry.

The universe apparently has other plans, however, and the longer you stare at those two little pink lines, the more you realize you are only delaying the inevitable. You have to tell him.

"You okay in there?" His voice is muffled from the other side of the bathroom door, but it still makes your head spin with panic. You turn on the water and flush the toilet, hands trembling.

"Fine!" you lie. "Be out in a sec."

Not tonight, you think. You need time to process it yourself. Maybe there are other options you could consider. Maybe it's a false positive. Maybe this is a bad, bad dream and you'd wake up in a few hours and nothing would be any different than it was before you went to bed. Maybe…

"Hey, we're gonna be late. Not trying to be a dick, but–"

You open the door and smile brightly at him– too brightly, you fear– and your boyfriend raises a brow in a look you know so well, the one that tells you he knows you're hiding something from him and he thinks you're stubborn for even trying. "Ready!" You say, clapping your hands and brushing past him to grab your shawl off the back of the couch. "Sorry for taking so long. I just wanted to look nice tonight."

Aki softens and leans forward to kiss your temple as you bend to strap on your shoes. "You always look nice." He's so sincere that it makes you feel bad for lying to him. You keep your head lowered a few seconds longer than you need, makkng sure the buckle is secure.

"Let's go," you say, threading your arm through his. "I'm sure everyone's waiting for us."

The restaurant is one of Makima's favorites: upscale, swanky, suit and tie required. Bone china, polished silver, crystal and linen as far as the eye can see. You feel Aki stiffen at your side when you enter and you squeeze his hand to quietly reassure him. His thin, strained smile says it all when he looks at you– let's make this quick. You nod in understanding just as Makima comes to greet you.

She's dressed to the nines in an outfit  that must be worth a year of your salary, hair in a perfectly coiffed updo that accentuates her long neck and diamond teardrop earrings. Her smile is syrupy and almost too sweet when she bids you good evening and offers her hand to Aki. He hesitates, then lifts her knuckles to kiss them lightly.

"Good boy," she says, looking directly at you; for some reason, it makes your face feel hot and you duck your head. "Our table is in the back. Come with me, won't you?"

The entirety of Division Four is present. You hear Denji and Power before you see them, half expecting them to be throwing food across the table at each other. You feel like a proud aunt when you see them sitting next to each other, chatting excitedly about their latest kill. When they see you, Aki, and Makima, they straighten up in their chairs and smile. You can't help but wave and smile back.

A waiter comes to ask what you'd like to drink. Aki orders himself a whisky, then nudges you gently when he sees your nose buried in the menu.

"Hm?"

"What do you want to drink?"

"Oh– oh! Um, water's fine."

You lift the menu back up to your face and pretend to be deeply engrossed in the selections.

"Babe? You're sure you don't want something else?" Aki asks quietly. It's not like you to endure these outings without an alcoholic beverage.

You nod. "Mm-hm! Water's fine, thanks," you confirm, hoping that no one is watching too closely. You have a terrible poker face.

At your side, Aki shrugs and lifts his eyes to Makima, who sits directly across from him. She's been watching the entire exchange with scrutinizing eyes, but decides that now isn't the time to bring up your strange behavior. First, she'd like to have a pleasant dinner.

Division Four is smaller these days; devil hunters with balls and brains are hard to come by, and Makima seems to keep those who have stayed with her even closer now. Tonight is a celebration of a month of work without casualties. It's a bittersweet get-together, and almost everyone ends up eating their fill and probably drinking more than they should. You're uncharacteristically quiet; so much so that Aki keeps a reassuring hand on your thigh and gives you a squeeze now and then. He's worried about you, but he engages in conversation with others just the same.

Makima says your name, and you look her directly in the eye, your lips quivering into an uncertain smile. "Are you feeling alright?" she asks. To the naked eye and unwavering ear, it’s an innocent question. But the way she studies you creates a bubbling sense of unease in the pit of your stomach. You take a long sip of your water while maintaining uncomfortable eye contact with her, then use the linen napkin from your lap to wipe your mouth.

“Just fine,” you lie. You know she sees right through it. Makima isn’t someone you normally want to be dishonest with, but this is not the time nor the place to reveal what’s really going on.You swallow again and rub your cheek, the intensity of her gaze making you the one who looks away first. “A little tired tonight, that’s all.”

She rests her chin in her hand and narrows her eyes a little, her painted lips turning down into a deep frown. “Mmm. Maybe you and Aki should call it a night. I’d hate for you to feel worse if you stayed out too late.”

Aki hears his name and is suddenly a part of your conversation with Makima. “What’s that? I didn’t catch it.”

“It’s nothing, Aki, I–”

“I was just telling her that maybe you ought to leave a little early if she isn’t feeling well. You should take her home, Aki. She looks a little pale.” She looks smug, and you reach under the table to squeeze Aki’s hand that’s still resting on your leg.

If the situation gets any more awkward, you’ll crack and just blurt it out. You have a brief, lucid daydream where you stand up and shout I’M PREGNANT WITH AKI’S CHILD! And everyone in the entire restaurant turns to stare at you and you give birth right there on the expensive, white tablecloth. You shake your head to shatter the image and find Aki’s face close to yours, a crooked finger lifting your chin so that he can get a better look at you.

“Makima’s right. You okay? We can go, if you want.”

You look around the table to find that it's fallen silent, and everyone watches you with bated breath. Power has even paused mid-bite with her jaw open, waiting on your answer. So you nod and push your chair out, standing a little too quickly. Your fork chatters to the floor and shatters the deafening silence. "You're probably right," you concede. "Thank you for dinner, Makima. It's been a pleasure."

The drive home is just as awkward. You insist on driving, as Aki took advantage of the free drinks, and you spend most of the drive biting your tongue and contemplating the best way to tell him the news.

Aki isn't an idiot. Your silence speaks volumes; he lights a cigarette and rolls his window halfway down to ease the tension. The smell– which normally doesn't bother you– makes your nose itch and your stomach lurch. You roll your own window down to let the cool night air refresh you.

"What's going on?" he asks, his eyes trained on you under the glow of a stoplight. Fat drops of rain start to fall on the windshield of your car, distorting your view. You watch them streak across the glass instead of looking at Aki. "Did I do something to make you mad?"

He's holding back his anger, his confusion, but it spills over in the tone of his voice. There's a quiet strain, as if there are more words caught in his tongue and he doesn't quite know how to form them in a way that won't upset you further, if indeed you are angry at him. He's painstakingly combing over details of the last few days in his mind, trying to pinpoint the moment when you might have been offended, but he genuinely can't recall anything.

The light turns green and you make a turn toward home. "You didn't do anything, Aki. I swear."

He's quiet for a few seconds, dragging on the last of his cigarette. "Then what is it? Did something upset your stomach at dinner? Are you in pain?"

His concern brings tears to your eyes and you shake your head, focusing on your grip on the steering wheel. You shift in your seat and fidget with your seat belt. "I'm a little sick, yeah. Started before dinner though."

"Why didn't you say something then? We could have stayed home if I'd known." He sounds annoyed. "This wasn't a required thing, you know? Makima would understand–"

"No, Aki, I don't think she would have," you retort, snapping at him far more angrily than you meant to. Both of you know you're right, and you let it sink in for a few seconds. You snap your lips shut and turn them into a deep frown, the shame washing over you in a cold, uncomfortable wave. "Sorry- I didn't mean to snap at you."

When you arrive home, he reaches over to grab your hand just as you unfasten your seat belt. His grip is strong, but not forceful. "Please," he says in the darkness. "Please tell me what it is."

"Upstairs," you say, pulling your hand away. "I'll tell you upstairs."

The walk to your shared apartment is too short. Aki walks behind you, step by step, and your keys jingle in your hand. Your heels feel too tight, the pins you put in your hair pressing too hard against your scalp. When you reach the door, you take a deep breath and turn to face Aki, meeting his hardened gaze for the first time in at least a couple of hours.

"Promise me something."

He squints, his mouth open just enough that you see the lick of his tongue behind his teeth as he tilts his head. "Promise what, exactly?"

"Please don't be mad at me."

He huffs a short laugh, scratching the back of his head. "Depends on what you're going to tell me."

You start to protest, but decide that he's right. You have no business telling him how he's supposed to feel, so you open the door and immediately unbuckle your shoes upon entry. Aki sheds his jacket and follows you to the kitchen, where you brace yourself against the counter to gather courage. The clock above the sink ticks away the seconds, and Aki stands before you, an arm's length away, but doesn't touch you.

"It's not good news," you whisper.

Aki’s lip curls a little and he crosses his arms. "Yeah. I figured it wasn't."

"I, um." You swallow hard, your mouth suddenly dry. "I was late. And I took a test, and…uh…" You look at him with a mixture of hope and fear. You don't want to have to say the word– somehow it feels less scary if you don't.

Aki's eyes haven't left your face, but as he mulls over your clumsy confession, his breathing grows more labored and his cheeks flush bright pink. He steps back and lifts a trembling finger. "No…no no no no." His voice raises in volume and intensity. "We said that wasn't going to happen. You were supposed to be on the pill. We've been careful. You– I…" He shakes his head in disbelief and backs up further as if it will soften the blow.

You reach for him, but your hand falls lifeless to your side when he takes another step back. "Can we talk about it?"

He laughs, incredulous, pushing his hand through his bangs. "Talk about what? What's there to talk about? You wanna talk about how fucked up this is? About how we agreed to fucking be careful and prevent something like this from happening in the first place?" He opens the sliding glass door to the balcony and steps outside. You follow, tentative and quiet, watching as he lights another cigarette. "What the fuck are we going to do? This- this isn't…"

Now Aki is the one who won't look at you.

It pains you to even consider, but you know there are options. You lean against the open door, pushing away tears with the heel of your hand. "I mean, I don't have to…" You trail off, looking down at your toes. "I haven't been to the doctor yet, so I don't even know how far along I am, but I could find out, and we can talk about what to do then."

He doesn't say a word. You can feel the ire boiling, rolling off the stiffness of his shoulders and the way he exhales the smoke with impatient force. You don't prod him for a response. With Aki, you've learned that he likes to choose his words carefully and not speak from a place of impulsive emotion. Instead, you step back inside with a deep, wavering sigh.

By the time he comes back inside, you've changed into your pajamas, removed your makeup and jewelry, and crawled under the covers. You're lucid enough to sense when he comes into the bedroom and quietly shuts the door, but you don't make a sound. Instead, you lie still and pretend to be asleep as he goes to shower. When he finally climbs into bed with you, he lies awake for hours, staring at the ceiling.

When you wake up in the morning, he’s gone.

You don’t panic at first, though morning sickness hits you like a freight train as soon as you sit up. The room spins and you break out in a cold sweat, the wave of nausea washing over you and making your skin crawl. Thankfully it’s only a few steps to the bathroom, where you fall on your knees in front of the toilet and heave until there's nothing left but bile. You stand and brush your teeth, but gag on the bristles of your toothbrush on your tongue and end up vomiting again. It takes you several minutes to feel capable of standing without feeling too wobbly, but once you're okay, you go to the kitchen to heat up the kettle.

You're used to occasional mornings alone when Aki works. You try to tell yourself that he got called out on a mission, but this feels different. Usually, there's an air of expectation when he's at work and you know he'll be home, almost always by the time it gets dark. This morning, there's a finality to his departure. You don't recall if he kissed you goodbye like he usually does, or if he told you he loves you in the dark stillness of the early morning. He hasn't taken any additional belongings that you can see, and you try to reassure yourself that he'll be back this evening, but your gut tells you otherwise. Most of the day is spent dozing on the couch, nibbling on saltines and sipping peppermint tea to keep your nausea at bay. It's mundane and routine, but it comforts you to do a load of laundry, to sweep the rug, to add a little birdseed to the feeder on the balcony. The life you've built with Aki–  despite the imminent danger he's in every time he goes to work– is, by contrast, quietly domestic. It's almost picturesque what you've built together.

Now, there's another life to consider.

Somehow you muster up the courage to call your doctor's office to schedule an appointment. They tell you at first that the only available time won't be for another three weeks, and you panic. If you're to consider termination, you need to find out exactly how far along you are now so that you can decide how to proceed. Without explicitly saying as much, you tell the receptionist that you've been having a terrible time with morning sickness (it's not a total bluff) and you'd like to have a sooner consultation. She sighs heavily and miraculously finds an appointment for you two days from now.

Two days. You hope Aki comes home to go with you. The thought of him leaving for good is one you just can't shake. It's so out of character for him, but considering the way he reacted when you told him the news last night, it’s not totally impossible to fathom.

It turns out your gut wasn’t wrong, after all. You don’t sleep a wink the first night.

You’re due at work the following morning, but you’re so nauseous and exhausted that you call in sick. Your boss is understanding and tells you to take it easy, but she doesn’t know the extent of what’s happening. Next, you try Aki’s cell. He usually only carries it for work, and since the charger is still plugged into the kitchen counter outlet, you don’t figure you’ll have any luck. When it goes straight to voicemail without even one ring, your fears are confirmed. Though Makima is the last person on earth you want to talk to right now, you know she’s also the first person who might be able to give you a clue as to Aki’s whereabouts.

“Public Safety, Makima speaking.” Her voice is crystal clear and cuts through your courage like a hot knife, splitting you in two. You stammer into the speaker, and her laugh lilts down the line. “I’m sorry, you’ll have to speak up. I can’t understand you.”

You take a deep breath and tell her who’s calling. “Have you seen Aki?” you ask– hopeful, tearful, palm clasped over your mouth to quiet your sobs.

“He’s out on a mission right now. May I leave him a message for you?” She’s cold and detached, just as you knew she’d be. You’ve never been able to crack her, and you’re not sure you even want to. There’s something about her that leaves you feeling unsettled and exposed every time you’re around her, as if she knows all of your secrets but won’t tell you which ones she’s thinking about the most.

“Do you know when he’ll be back? Like, even an estimate? Or where he is?”

“I’m sorry, that information is classified. As soon as he’s back in the office, I’ll have him call you.”

“Wait, Makima, I–!”

She sighs softly. “What is it?”

You hesitate, lowering your head in defeat. “It’s nothing. Thanks anyway.”

“Give him time,” she says.

“I’m sorry?”

The line goes dead before she responds, and you’re left to wonder if she knows. And if she does…is it because Aki told her, or because she figured it out at dinner the other night? Or perhaps she has another way of knowing, and that’s why you felt so uncomfortable in her presence that night.

When Aki doesn’t return home for the second night in a row, you worry more about his safety than what lies between you. If he was injured or killed on the job, surely someone would have reached out to you by now. Although you’re not married, you’re the closest thing to family that he has. It’s tempting to call the Public Safety office again, but you know who will answer and what she’ll say. So you shower, you dress in Aki’s pajamas, and you crawl to his side of the bed where you try to catch a little bit of sleep.

You've been sleeping so lightly that any small sound is apt to rouse you, so it's no surprise that you'd be keenly aware of the front door opening. The clock at your bedside indicates that it's past three in the morning, and you sit up just as Aki's shadow appears in the doorway to your bedroom.

You hold your breath, waiting to hear him say something– anything. But he's quiet and still, hands pushed into the pockets of his pants, shoulder leaning into the doorframe. Moments pass between you, and he sighs.

"Hi," you whisper, tentative and unsure.

It's his signal to move. He sits down on the edge of the bed and rests his hand on your knee, studying your face. He looks like he's falling apart. Angry, purple crescents beneath his eyes tell you he hasn't slept. He's dirty– old blood streaked across his cheek, under his fingernails. Now that he's closer, you smell the booze, the stale smoke, the acrid coppery scent of blood and sweat and struggle. Your stomach lurches and try to breathe through your mouth instead of your nose. You won't let it ruin this reunion.

"I'm sorry," he offers. "I got a call, and I had to go. There wasn't time to–" He chokes, inhaling sharply and pressing his hand to his mouth to hold back his sobs.

"Oh, Aki…" You sit up fully and wrap him in your arms, tucking your head between his neck and shoulder. He stiffens at first, confused and overwhelmed with your affection, but soon you feel the tension in his body melt away and he allows himself to be held.

He does lift his arms to fold them around you, eventually. There are a million and one things you could both say, but the silence speaks volumes. The fact that he's here with you, that he came back, that he hasn't made the decision to run is relief enough. You know him well enough to know that he wouldn't have the heart to abandon you, but the overwhelming fear of not knowing his whereabouts for the last two days had you thinking all sorts of horrible things. You know his past, you're living in his present right alongside him. But you can't read his mind.

There's a ritual when he comes home from missions, and though he doesn't expect you to help him this time, you do so anyway. You peel his jacket from his shoulders, you take out the knot in his tie and undo the buttons on his shirt, all while the shower runs and steam begins to waft toward the ceiling, creating a warm haze in the confines of your small bathroom. You carefully pull the elastic from his hair and run your fingers through the soft, black strands while he slips his thumbs into the waistband of your pants (his pants, he notes, and his heart swells with guilt) and helps you step out of them.

The water washes away his tension, but the resulting fatigue overwhelms both of you. He's not wounded this time apart from a few small scratches on his face and a larger one on his left shoulder, but the bruises you find tell you that this mission was no small struggle. Aki follows the path of your fingers with tired eyes as you gently circle each blemish on his tender skin.

"What's it like?" he asks, barely above a whisper.

You furrow your brow, wrinkling your nose to keep the tears at bay. "What's what like?" You think you know, but you ask anyway.

Aki places a trembling hand on your abdomen and looks at you meaningfully. "This."

Despite your best efforts, the tears fall anyway and mingle with the water that's misted over your cheeks. You cover his hand with yours. "I don't really know yet. I don't feel any different except for being sick to my stomach all the time."

He frowns a little, then trains his eyes down to where your hands meet. "Do you think the…" He pauses and swallows thickly. "The baby…will have my eyes?"

You shrug, trying to act nonchalant, but the hope that blooms warm in your chest is hard to deny. "Maybe. There's only one way to find out." You look at him expectantly. "I have an appointment today... Do you–"

"I'll come with you," he says. It's resolute and determined, and you know in your heart that he's already decided what the outcome will be.

Before you can say another word, he's kissing you. It tastes of melancholy, of longing, of long nights of missing you and worrying that you've already made up your mind. You wind your arms around his neck and he turns, pressing you against the shower wall with his body hard and slick against your own. His kisses take a desperate turn, and his hands knead and grab your flesh as if it's the first and last time he'll be able to touch you like this. You kiss him back with equal intensity, the taste of him mingling with the saltiness of tears– yours or his, you're not sure.

His kisses fall to your jaw, to your neck, tongue tracing over your skin as one hand falls between your legs. You grip him tight around the shoulders with one arm and brace yourself against the wall with your other as he works his fingers just inside, flicking them softly over your clit until your quiet moans fall on his ear.

"I'm sorry I disappeared," he says again, lips grazing the shell of your ear. You feel his hardness pressing just under your belly button and you widen your stance, eyes shut tight against the deluge of water and the desperate need for him to be inside you. You can't bring yourself to care much beyond this moment– past or future, it doesn't matter. He's here now, and he's all you need.

"It's okay," you say, earnestly, your voice climbing a few notes when he grips the back of your thighs to lift you. Back against the wall, arms still wrapped snug around his shoulders, your body welcomes him with practiced ease. Aki takes a moment to steady himself, to feel the warmth of your sex envelop him, before he begins rolling his hips up against yours. You gently scratch your nails through his hair and across the back of his neck and lick your way into his mouth in a deep and dirty kiss. He groans low and gritty, his breath hot and heavy on your tongue.

It isn't long before the intensity builds for both of you. Within minutes, he's moving at a near frantic pace, fucking into you as hard as he can manage without slipping from his position on the slick tub floor. Your legs are wrapped tight around him as he moves, each thrust making your back slide along the wall to create an angry sounding squeak of skin against vinyl. Neither of you are in any state to care or even notice.  When Aki comes, he pushes hard up inside, staying there without moving to feel the way he pulses, the way your pussy flutters and spasms around him, accepting all that he's giving to you.

Panting, he helps you lower one leg as he slips out of you, then replaces his cock with gentle fingers. "Got carried away," he says with a quiet, breathless chuckle, kissing his way up from your collarbone to just under your jaw before capturing your mouth in a kiss again. He knows just where to touch and how to kiss you to bring you to the brink quickly, and you're soon falling apart around him, a quivering, wet mess at the hand of your very own devil hunter.

According to blood work and an ultrasound exam, you're seven weeks along. The doctor's report is positive, and you're given medicine to help with morning sickness, which they say should be manageable by the end of your first trimester. Aki listens carefully from the chair beside the examination table where you sit, absorbing all the information until his head spins. It's overwhelming for both of you, but there's no denying the little, flickering flame of excitement when it comes to imagining the future.

The months fly by. Your morning sickness is replaced by a voracious appetite for noodles and dumplings and almond tofu. Quiet moments are spent with Aki's hand on your swollen abdomen, your feet in his lap, and a tiny human who seems to enjoy practicing somersaults against the warmth of her father's palm. The quiet domesticity you've built together over the last couple of years has a new intensity to it now, and it's increasingly difficult for you to face the reality of Aki’s devil contracts. You don't want to think about it, because ultimately you know that he isn't going to see your child grow up.

Two years, the Curse Devil had proclaimed after Himeno had passed. You'd met him a few months prior, and at the time you were blissfully unaware of his occupation. He didn't want to have feelings for you, but the more he tried to deny them, the stronger they became. He was honest with you only when he realized how serious you were about pursuing a relationship with him, and he fully expected you to run.

You loved him, though. And you told him as much one evening after you'd drug him to your favorite hangout, drunk on cheap spirits and his warm hands under the hem of your shirt. And for the first time, Aki thought that maybe there was something in this world worth living for beyond revenge.

It wasn't until you told him you were pregnant that he even considered retiring from Devil hunting, though. Working for public safety had been what he thought was meant for him. Nothing else made sense. Though it could prove fatal for him to even consider abandoning his contracts, he did consider going private.

Makima's cold, hard gaze makes him feel small and insignificant, and he shifts uncomfortably from where he stands in front of her desk, hands clasped behind his back. His courage wanes the longer she stares, and he knows exactly what she's going to say before the words even leave her mouth.

"You can resign from Public Safety, Aki Hayakawa. But the devils you employ have nothing to do with your paycheck or your conscience."

He bows his head. "Yes, Miss Makima. I understand."

"Hm. Do you also understand that the life you've created will not have any bearing on the length of said contracts? That devils do not care for such trivial human matters?"

Aki grits his teeth, fingernails digging into the fat of his thumbs. "I do."

"And that doesn't change your mind about staying with Public Safety? Public or private, Aki Hayakawa, you'll still be required to call on them from time to time in order to keep fighting."

"I understand, ma'am. Respectfully, I'd like to think that going private might buy me a little more time."

She sits back in her chair and folds her arms across her chest, tilting her head. "Is that so?"

He nods. "If I can choose when I fight, and how much, I can preserve what's left of the time I still have."

"What about money? You won't be paid regularly, or fairly for that matter. Don't you want to be able to take care of this child responsibly in what little time you have remaining?"

"I've been saving. And I have an insurance policy. Even years after I'm gone, she'll be comfortable." There's a solid lump in his throat, and he swallows around it before he continues. "Ma'am, I appreciate your concern, but I've made my decision. I'd like to ask that you respect it, and accept my resignation, effective today."

Makima stands and walks from behind her desk, smooth fingertips trailing over the mahogany surface. She steps, inches away from Aki’s face, and turns her lips into a derisive grin. "Have it your way, then. Though it's sad to see you give up so easily on the one thing that's given you purpose for all these years."

Aki holds her gaze, determined and steadfast. "I'm not giving up. If anything? For the first time, I give a shit about something other than vengeance. There's someone who needs me for who I am, not what I can do for them. And it's restored a faith in humanity that I once thought was hopelessly lost. And if you can't understand that, then I'm not sure we ever understood each other at all, ma'am."

He knows that when he turns and leaves her office, it won't be the last time he sees her.

You go into labor on a late afternoon in March. The previous days you'd been filled with an inexplicable energy to organize the bedroom closet and get every bit of lint out of the dryer vent. Aki watched you with curious fascination, ready to chide you into resting when your breathing became labored and your face began to shine with sweat. The nurse at your doctor's office called it "nesting", and while the term seemed funny to you at first, you soon realized that it came with a primitive purpose.

You were preparing for the birth of your daughter.

Within hours upon your arrival at the hospital, your daughter makes her bloody, messy, screaming entrance into the world. Aki watches from your bedside–  fascinated, disgusted, terrified, enchanted, enthralled– as you give life to her with firm coaching from the swarm of nurses and the doctor who guides her out of your womb and into your aching arms.

There's a flurry of activity around your bed, but you only see her. Still covered in blood and fluid, little patches of vernix behind her ears and on her shoulders, you think she's the most amazing person you've ever laid eyes on. Ten tiny fingers and ten little toes– you count them one by one while she curls against your chest and Aki kneels at your side with a trembling hand laid atop your head. You coo at her when she looks at you and swipe your finger across her cheek to wipe away the tear that had fallen from your chin.

She has his eyes.

"Mamma, mamma! Look at me!"

It's a sweltering summer afternoon in the middle of July. There's a playground near your house that's become one of your favorite spots. There's a slide that your daughter swears is as tall as the skyscrapers downtown, and she stands at the top now, waving her little arm in an attempt to garner your attention. You look up from your book and shield your eyes from the sun that burns hot over her shoulder and smile to acknowledge her bravery. No matter that she's done it twenty times this afternoon– each climb is worth celebrating to her.

"I see you, baby! Go ahead! Show me how fast you can go!"

Her giggle is infectious, and she sits down at the edge. "Three…two…one!" Her squeal on the way down makes you throw your head back and laugh, and she nails the landing with her arms thrown in the air.

"Ta-daa!"

You applaud her bravery and showmanship, and she runs over to reward you with a hug that knocks the wind out of you when she throws her tiny body against yours and climbs into your lap. You stroke her silky black hair and hold her tight, despite the oppressive heat of the humid summer air and try not to think about the fact that Aki’s been missing for the last three days. The last time you’d seen him, he kissed you and his daughter goodbye in the wee hours of the morning, and you felt the familiar– albeit bitter– sense of dread wash over you that you felt every time he left on a mission. He’d kept true to his promise and only went out on calls that were deemed low-risk, fighting only in the private sector.

Your daughter had just turned three years old that spring. You celebrated her birthday with a trip to the bowling alley and a cake far too big for the three of you, but it didn’t matter. It was cause for celebration for more than one reason, and you knew it as well as he.

There wasn’t much time left. But you hadn’t realized just how little until you see Denji approaching where you and your daughter embrace on the park bench. He lifts a hand in greeting, but he doesn’t smile. His eyes waver, unsure of where to focus, and he takes a deep breath in through his open mouth while slowing his step as he approaches.

“Been a long time,” he says, kicking at a pebble on the sidewalk; your vision blurred with tears, you watch as it lands in a soft patch of grass.

You cover your daughter’s ear with your hand and keep her head pressed against your chest. “Is he dead?” you whisper, searching Denji’s face for the answers you so desperately need.

Denji looks at you, and your head spins, your heart lurches into a frantic rhythm. You kiss your daughter and send her off to play; she happily obliges, and Denji sits beside you, scratching at the back of his neck. “She looks a lot like him, doesn’t she?”

“Identical,” you agree.

“I’m real sorry.”

“I knew it was coming.” It doesn’t soften the blow, however. You’d known that his time was short since before your daughter was born. But no amount of prior knowledge could have prepared you for the way you felt in this moment. The day is too beautiful. The sun is too bright, your daughter is too bubbly. It was supposed to happen on a rainy afternoon when you had nowhere else to be but home, inside and warm and comforted by the quiet stillness of your living room. It wasn’t supposed to be Denji who had to deliver the news. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. It wasn’t–

“Miss Makima said to give you this,” Denji says. It quiets your thoughts when he speaks, and he lays a small yellow envelope in your hand. You know immediately what it is, and though in reality it weighs mere grams, it feels like the weight of the world in the palm of your hand. Suddenly, the world stops spinning, and you don’t hear anything beyond the thrum of your pulse inside your ears, steady and insistent and frustratingly loud; it demands to be heard, to serve as indisputable evidence that you’re alive and Aki is dead, that you’ve outlived him just as you and he both knew you would. You lift the flap of the envelope and dump the contents into your hand.

The ring has been cleaned and polished. A simple circle of plain gold; you’re immediately thrown back to the day you married him under the canopy of trees, just beyond the very playground where your daughter runs with her friends. He’d asked you not long after she was born, and you’d happily agreed. You didn’t want to think about how much time you had as Mrs. Hayakawa, you only wanted to enjoy knowing that you were his and he was yours. That was enough for you. Your vows were simple, your honeymoon modest. You hadn’t told anyone of your decision– you married quietly and happily, despite it all.

“Denji,” you say, tears streaking endlessly down your cheeks as you turn the ring over and over between your fingers. “Were you there?” Was he alone?

“I was called in at the last minute. I–” He hesitates, drumming his fingers on his knees. “He was gone before I got there. But I killed that devil! I tore his ass up, man! For you, for Aki, for your baby, for all of us!”

You smile through your grief, despite your pain. Denji’s energy is exuberant and exactly what you’d expect from him– it’s exactly what you need, and as you wipe your tears with the heel of your hands, you thank him. You thank him for being the one to deliver the news. You thank him for being Denji, for being such a frustratingly perfect coworker for Aki. You thank him and hug him until he’s tomato red and folded in your arms, unsure of whether or not he should touch you.

“Aw, man. I don’t even know what to say!” he says.

“Uncle Denji!” Your daughter runs over and you tuck the ring into your pocket and dry your tears. “Uncle Denji, did ya see me on the slide? Wanna watch?”

“Watch?!” he says, turning to give you a conspiratorial wink. “You’re looking at the slide master, little lady! Come with me!” He lifts her onto his shoulders and runs through the grass, her laughter ringing clear and pure.

You pull Aki’s ring from your pocket and fit it down over your thumb. It’s loose, but it’s warm and it’s comforting and it’s a piece of him that you can carry with you throughout the rest of your life.

You’ll break the news to your daughter tonight. You’ll figure out the rest later.

It’s all temporary, anyway.

#csm fanfic #aki hayakawa #aki x reader #aki x you #chainsaw man x reader

[deathbxnny]

☆《Returning home to you.》☆

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A/N: Alright so, I'm noticing, that I'm getting really burnt out with writing for hsr recently and to keep my mental health from tanking completely, I've decided to write something for my current Chainsaw man obsession as a small break! I hope you guys will like it!<33

Featured characters: Aki, Denji, Power, Makima

Content: Fluff, established relationship, some angst because it's csm, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

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》Aki Hayakawa

For Aki, the best time of the day, is him finally being able to come home to you. He never thought that he'd ever find a s/o to return to after a long day of work, as he was always so hellbent on revenge and could die at any given moment due to his occupation. And yet, he still found you, the only person that made living still worth a damn on his hardest days.

You take care of him so well too. You always greet Aki at the door, happily helping him out of his jacket, as you tell him about the mundane things you've done that day. You give him a sense of normalcy he always secretly craved to have deep down. He is starved for attention and knows he's lucky to have you.

The moment he steps through the front door and sees you, he can leave the evil truth of the world behind, until his next shift inevitably begins. Sure, not everything always goes as smoothly and he knows, that this won't last forever. But in your arms, he can pretend that it will.

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》Denji

He sometimes thinks that he's dreaming, whenever he comes home to you. He still can't believe, that he actually achieved everything he always wanted to. He has a pretty s/o, good food and a seemingly better getting life! It's all he wanted and more! So whenever he does come home, he immideatly pulls you into a hug, happily muttering to himself about how proud he is.

He loves it, when you cook food for him. He doesn't care what it is or if it's good. Denji doesn't discriminate and whatever you cook is certainly much better than whatever he was used to. He'll practically praise everything you do for him. As a thank you, he'll get you flowers or gifts. Even if they aren't the best, you still know that he appreciates you greatly.

To him, you are one the first people that gave him the sense of a home. He was always only able to imagine how it must've felt like, but now that he has it for real, he won't let you go. He can't let you go. Not when you make him feel like a loved human for once.

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》Power

It's a miracle, that she even properly finds her way home, after a long day at work. And when does, she's usually muddy or covered with blood, which results in her being forced into a bath, before she dirties the floor you just cleaned. Meowy often watches you struggle with Power, as she calls out for the cats help.

You are her favourite human and should be proud that you are. She tells you so everyday and expects you to thank her, which also earns her a deadpan and a shake of your head. But as much as she acts superior to you, she actually does appreciate everything you do for her. Especially the safe home you provide for her and her cat.

She often therefore thanks you in unconventional ways, like bringing you dead birds or wild flowers she found... she's trying, I promise. But her presence is surely a thank you enough too, right?

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》Makima

Makima comes home calmly and seemingly stress-free. She often always has something to give you and her dogs as well. Pretty flowers for you and treats for them. She always greets you all cheerfully, before just simply demanding hugs and affection from you.

She clinges onto you at home, thanking you for your loyalty and being so good for her, before she helps you out with some house chores. She loves it, when you do domestic things together, as she doesn't really have the need to rest after work.

She never speaks of work with you and you never ask either. She doesn't let any of her "co-workers" know that she has a partner anyways, as you are her little secret. You are a separate part of her life as a devil hunter and the only sense of normalcy she has outside of it. It's why she appreciates you so much and makes sure you always know that, even after she had a long and tiring day.

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A/N: So this is my first time writing for csm characters and I hope it's okay! It honestly helped me feel alot better too!<33

Csm requests are also appreciated!<33

#chainsaw man #chainsaw man x reader #csm x reader #csm aki #csm aki x reader #csm denji #csm denji x reader #csm makima #csm makima x reader #csm power #csm power x reader #csm #chainsaw man fanfiction

[heyiwrotesomethings]

Can I request a Shinobu x female reader, where in both are pillars and are assigned to kill this old uppermoon (like before but was removed) and the blood demon art is that they can control or make them hallucinate so, r was affected and suddenly attacks shinobu.... Happy ending.. I'll leave the rest to you because idk what else...

P.S I love your fics !!!

Don’t Blink

Shinobu Kochou x She/Her Reader

A/N: I had written the Makima fic just before starting this one so of course I had to make the demon Makima. I think Muzan would legitimately be so afraid of Makima and want her dead. That’s probably why she’s not an Upper Moon anymore. Anyway, some angst with a happy ending. Thanks for reading, hope you like it! Word Count: 2,850

“Well then, (Y/n), Shinobu, do you understand your assignment?” Kagaya asked, smiling kindly in the direction of the two young women.

“Yes, Master.” They answered together, confident and proud that they had been chosen for such an important mission.

“We will not fail.” (Y/n) added for good measure.

Kagaya hummed, pleased, then added,

“Remember, this demon used to be one of the Twelve Kizuki, an Upper Moon. I believe that your tightly knit relationship and knowledge of each other will be key in finally taking her down. I wish you much good fortune, my children.”

“Thank you, Master.” They bowed their heads and dismissed themselves, finding that the sun was sinking down towards the tree line. The mission briefing had taken longer than they thought it would, but it was an ex-moon they had been discussing.

“Ready to go?” (Y/n) asked, a bit softer than her normal speaking volume.

“If I didn’t know better (Y/n), I would think that your nervous.” She lightly teased, taking (Y/n)’s hand to give it a reassuring squeeze.

“Maybe a little, but you can hardly blame me. Ex-moon or not, very few slayers have survived her. And those who did survive were physically unable to report any information about her demon art. It makes me wonder how she ever fell out of favor with Kibutsuji.”

“The reason hardly matters. All we need to focus on is killing this demon as efficiently as possible to avoid mistakes brought on by fatigue. We can do this as long as we have each other.”

“Right, no second guessing.” (Y/n) gave Shinobu an appreciative look.

It would be the first time either of them had been faced with a demon once so closely related to Muzan. (Y/n) and Shinobu had both become Hashira through beheading and poisoning over fifty demons respectively. They had yet to be subjected to a foe seemingly so powerful.

They followed their crows to the last known location of the demon, silently taking in their surroundings as they walked through the dark forest. They didn’t have to look hard, down the rugged path ahead of them, a demon emerged with her hands clasped loosely behind her back. Hypnotic golden eyes stared between them.

“More visitors so soon? I had suspected the loss of my previous status would have slayers crawling all over my territory, but this would make a combined total of seventeen slayers this week. Does your Master really think his blood was the source of that much of my power?”

“My, you seem quite confident in your abilities, but I assure you that my partner and I are more than qualified to finally bring you to the grave.”

“I find that unlikely, but I urge you to try.” The demon smiled blankly, almost surely mocking the smile Shinobu wore.

Shinobu wasn’t going to waste time bantering any longer, not on a mission this important. She unsheathed her sword and (Y/n) copied the motion only a couple beats behind. They charged at the demon, one diving from the left the other from the right.

The demon did not flinch, but she did lock her spiraled eyes onto (Y/n) as she flew towards her.

“Drop, lunge, strike.” She drawled.

Shinobu almost thought nothing of the muttered words, but she saw (Y/n)’s stance change in her periphery, followed by a frantic warning call of her name.

“Shinobu, watch out! Watch out for me!”

Shinobu turned to face her more fully, twisting her body out of the way just before (Y/n)’s sword could be buried in her stomach.

“Ready stance.” The demon ordered, walking behind (Y/n) with a sharp smile.

“What the hell are you doing to me?!” (Y/n) couldn’t help but sound panicked as her body moved accordingly. She had no control over her body and had nearly skewered her girlfriend.

“How do you like my Demon Blood Art? I’ll admit it isn’t as strong as it was with his blood more prominent in the veins, but I can still control one person’s actions at a time,” she patted (Y/n) on the cheek, her expression taunting Shinobu, “What do you think? Are you impressed? I could numb her mind too if I desired, but I think it’s much more fun to hear the desperation of teammates, friends and lovers before one ends up killing the other.”

“You demons are all the same,” Shinobu spoke lowly, a vein pulsing angrily against the skin of her temple, “such cowardly tactics.”

There was a very abrupt sound of a foot scraping against the rugged earth and (Y/n)’s swords glinted as it caught the moonlight. The demon rose her eyebrows, mildly impressed.

“Freeze.”

(Y/n) stilled, breathing a little heavier than she was a moment ago.

“I’m surprised you could move at all just now. You must be a Hashira, am I correct? That would be the only plausible explanation,” she moved around behind (Y/n) again, dancing her fingers across her shoulders, making Shinobu scowl, “I was just going to have you gut yourself after I had you finish off the little butterfly for me, but I think it would be much more fun to keep you around. It’s been ages since I had a Hashira to do my bidding.”

“That’s enough!” Shinobu sped forward, her blade poised to stab right through the center of the demon’s skull.

“Block.”

Metal clanked against metal and sparks flew.

“Kick.”

“I’m so sorry, Shinobu!” (Y/n) gasped, trying to pull back on the kick as much as she could, but she still landed a pretty solid blow against Shinobu’s ribs.

“Don’t—“ Shinobu coughed, trying to keep her breathing strong and regular, “This isn’t your fault, just keep trying to fight her.”

“Follow through.”

Shinobu lifted her sword just in time to meet (Y/n)’s, their faces so close that Shinobu could see (Y/n)’s pupils tremble in fear.

Shinobu’s sword began to crack from the pressure (Y/n)’s blade exuded.

“Shinobu, you have to go, please.” (Y/n) urged.

“I’m not leaving you, so don’t ask me again!” Shinobu braved a smile, “I’ve beaten you in sparring plenty of times, this will be no different!”

That was sparring, not life or death combat! (Y/n) wanted to yell, but the demon commanded her to her knees in an attempt to sweep Shinobu’s feet. Luckily, she jumped away, putting a few meters distance between them.

“I have to admit, you are putting on a good show.” The demon praised, “If he hadn’t cut me off because of his ego and paranoia, I would have loved to keep the both of you. We would have made quite the team.”

“SHUT. UP.” (Y/n) hissed through clenched teeth. She was trying her best to pivot towards the demon, but she was told to stand still as soon as her foot nudged slightly to the left.

“Careful now, I’ve been generous with you so far, but if you speak to me like that again, I won’t let you speak at all.” The demon warned, her tone almost jovial.

Again the demon came to stand behind (Y/n) to rest her chin atop her shoulder. She stuck her tongue out at Shinobu, smirking when Shinobu’s grip on her sword visibly tightened. She could practically hear her teeth grinding despite the distance between them.

With a few quiet orders husked against (Y/n)’s ear, they were forced back into combat. They went on for several minutes, both starting to feel the fatigue, but the only difference was that (Y/n) would be forced to keep going beyond her limits while Shinobu could not. Shinobu had been wracking her brain as she fought for her life against the love of her life, until she knew what had to be done.

“(Y/n), I need you to trust me, okay? You trust me don’t you?” Shinobu asked when their swords crossed once more.

“Of course I trust you, but I don’t like what that might entail in this moment!” (Y/n) exhaled harshly, swiping at Shinobu’s head.

“Then the next time she orders you to stab, you aim as far to the left as you can. Don’t worry about what I’m doing, just focus on aiming left. Can you do that for me?”

“Uh huh,” (Y/n) was close to tears and though her vision blurred, she was still making attacks like she could see clear as day, “please, please don’t do anything stupid.”

“Who do you think I am, (L/n).” Shinobu joked, though she knew (Y/n) would no doubt hate her for this.

Shinobu found an opening and flipped over (Y/n) to begin running towards the demon lounging upon a log a ways away from the scuffle. She eyed Shinobu curiously, but soon had (Y/n) blocking Shinobu’s path. Shinobu didn’t slow, still running towards (Y/n) head on and making her very nervous.

“Pierce through.”

As (Y/n)’s sword moved without her permission, she did as Shinobu had asked, using ever fiber of her being swing her pointed blade as far left as possible. Her breath came out in panicked bursts. Shinobu was coming in too fast. There was no way she would miss her completely if she kept sprinting at her like that.

“Shinobu!” She screamed, “Stop!”

But then they collided, falling to the ground, knees between knees. (Y/n) would never forget that sound for the rest of her life. The sound of her blade, stabbing deep into Shinobu’s side by her own hard.

(Y/n) felt something warm and viscous trickle over her tightly clenched hands, Shinobu’s pained whimper of a wheeze as her head fell to rest heavily against (Y/n)’s shoulder.

(Y/n) felt her whole body grow cold. Her mouth agape in a silent scream as tears fully began to roll off of her cheeks in waves. It hurt so badly, she thought that Shinobu’s sword must have ran right through her too. Which was just as well, she wouldn’t be able to live with herself after what she had just done, under the control of a demon or not.

“H’nobu…?” (Y/n) sobbed, her vocal chords felt so tight in her throat that they burned, any attempt to speak was nearly unintelligible.

“Awww,” the demon cooed as she glided up behind (Y/n). She knelt down and tilted back (Y/n)‘s head, drinking in the look of utter despair, “Chin up, darling. Rest assured I’ll take good care of you. After all, I need you to be in tip-top shape for whoever those tyrants send next. Whether demon or human, you’ll take care of them for me in return, won’t you?”

A breeze cut through the forest and blood suddenly spurted across (Y/n)’s face. The demon clutched at her heavily bleeding throat, looking down past (Y/n) with a bewildered expression.

“She’s not going anywhere with you,”

(Y/n) took in a deep, shuddering breath.

“Not while I’m still breathing, even in the afterlife, I would find a way to hunt you down. Have fun crawling in the fires of hell, fucking mistake of nature.” Shinobu grunted in pain, letting her hand fall back to the ground, sword clattering into the dirt.

Of course that cocky demon couldn’t be bothered to think that Shinobu would set such a clever, albeit very dangerous trap.

Though the demon was clawing her her own throat, poison bubbling through her skin, she still managed to fix Shinobu with a look almost akin to awe.

“Well played,” she croaked, “you have my respect.”

Then the demon fell to her side and after a bit of jittery flailing, she stilled, her golden ringed irises staring blankly at the couple still connected by a blade.

“Shinobu?” (Y/n) choked out, shoulders shaking.

Shinobu slid a hand up to rest atop (Y/n)’s thigh, “Try not to move too much love, you played your part perfectly, but if you jostle me too much I might be in trouble.”

“Might be?” (Y/n) bit back, making Shinobu wince because of their proximity, “I fucking stabbed you, Shinobu! I- I can feel your blood drying between my fingers.”

“Just stay calm, (Y/n). You did exactly what you needed to do. This is probably one of the better places to be stabbed in the whole abdominal cavity.”

“I’m going to need you to shut up unless you are going to tell me how we move on from here while keeping you alive!” (Y/n) yelled. Her emotions where flying through her so fast she was starting to get whiplash.

“The Kakushi should be here soon, but in the meantime if you could, very carefully, let go of your sword and perhaps create a makeshift tourniquet just to be on the safe side.”

(Y/n) did as Shinobu instructed, her eyes seldom leaving the sight of her hilt sticking into the side of Shinobu’s torso until bloody fingers tilted her chin upward so she could look Shinobu in the eyes.

“Don’t blame yourself for this. You can blame the demon, you can even blame me, but this was not at all your fault.”

Before (Y/n) could try to argue, the tandem cawing of two familiar crows and the pounding of quickly approaching feet broke her concentration and soon they were surrounded by a small pack of Kakushi fussing over them.

(Y/n) was sore and a little roughed up from some of Shinobu’s evasive maneuvers, but she was much better off than Shinobu. She waved off any Kakushi that came to flit over her while the others hoisted Shinobu to rest on her side as they loaded her into the cot.

The voices began to become garbled in (Y/n)’s ears and the edges of her vision became fuzzy and dark. The night had already been too much for her, but seeing how her sword had gone clear through Shinobu’s back, her eyes rolled back and she fainted dead away into the arms of a waiting Kakushi.

***

(Y/n) slowly faded back into consciousness, a soft humming above her and a gentle hand softly scraping at her scalp. She released a breath, she hadn’t realized she had been so tense until she sunk into the body sitting up in bed beside her, partially beneath her.

“Good morning, dear. Are you feeling a little better? It’s funny, all these years together and I hadn’t pegged you for a fainter, but I do suppose the circumstances were a bit intense.”

(Y/n)’s hand darted upward, splaying over Shinobu’s stomach, finding nothing.

“Ah,” Shinobu sucked in a breath, “Gentle please.”

“Sorry, how long— is everything— are you—?”

“(Y/n), breathe,” Shinobu coaxed, lightly scratching her nails up and down (Y/n)’s arm, “we made it home about six hours ago, my surgery took about four, and yes, I’ll be perfectly fine. Everything is alright.”

“How long have you been awake?” (Y/n) asked, allowing her head to relax fully against Shinobu’s thigh once more.

“Pretty much the whole time. I took a quick nap after my surgery and now Aoi has me on bed arrest.”

“You mean bed rest?”

“I said what I said.”

“Wait…” (Y/n) grunted as she raised herself up on her elbows to fix Shinobu with the dawnings of a disbelieving expression on her face, “Were you awake for your surgery?”

“How else was I going to know that they were doing it correctly?” Shinobu spoke as if it was obvious. “I could have just done it myself honestly, the abdominal suturing at least, but even I have to admit it wouldn’t have been the best angle.”

“Shinobu if you ever try to do your own surgery I will hit you. Do you not trust the people you trained?”

“Of course I trust them,” Shinobu chuckled, “but it’s not everyday that I get to be the patient. I wanted to see how they would fare. Between you and me, I think they were quite nervous with the exception of Aoi.”

“Of course they’d be nervous, are you crazy? Gods, and I was out cold for over six hours. And I wasn’t even shish kebabed. I’m pathetic.”

“You are not.” Shinobu sternly proclaimed. “You were put through a lot last night. I put you through a lot. I know that had our positions been reversed, I would have lost one of the last threads holding me together. I’m sorry I made you think for even a second you had killed me. I could feel your anguish down to my very core.”

(Y/n) pressed her face back against Shinobu’s thigh and looped her arms around her torso, mindful of Shinobu’s left side.

“I won’t lie, that moment is probably going to haunt me forever, but I’m so, so glad that I still have you. I love you so much.”

Shinobu’s hands came to rest between her shoulder blades and the back of her head, “I love you too, more than you could ever know.”

They held each other for many quiet beats, but then Shinobu wiggled a bit, exhaling a particularly long breath.

“Do you think Aoi would let me check the progress of some of my experiments if I ask nicely?”

“For the last time, stay in bed, Shinobu-sama!” They heard Aoi yell from the hallway.

“I am going to take that as a no.” (Y/n) chuckled, feeling Shinobu deflate beneath her.

#demon slayer oneshots #demon slayer x reader #kny oneshots #kny x reader #shinobu kocho x reader #shinobu kochou x reader #shinobu x reader #requests #anonymous

[funny-friends]

gosh i have been big thinking about makima x kobeni since i finished p1 thank you for all this delicious food

You ever pondered how they would work in canon? like how would it best be incorporated into the series/what their dynamic would be post p1 if somehow makima lived despite her warcrimes? Regardless amazing art keep it up !

thank you!! i have a lot of thoughts about how it could work in canon and most of it is explored in my 40,000 word fan fiction that ive never posted anywhere

BUT i will share the short of it (putting it under a cut because long/spoilers)

like from what i gathered makima, at least to some extent, seems to equate 'equals' with 'person i cannot defeat in combat' and like her canonical downfall was ultimately due to underestimating denji because she just thought he was so beneath her that she didn't need to bother memorizing his smell and stuff right.

so with that in mind, i assume she also would see kobeni as kind of a weird bug that she doesn't really need to worry about. but imagine one day she just gets in her way Somehow and makima's like '🙄 guess i have to kill her but at least it'll be easy' so like she's gettin ready to blow kobeni's ass into smithereens but thanks to kobeni's shocking reflexes and plot armour she just can't kill her. like its like wile-e-coyote and the road runner like she tries droppin anvils on her and everything.

so ultimately because she underestimated kobeni she ends up getting her own ass kicked and she's just like 'damn i cun't believe i lost to this human' but shes also like '😳' so then its like... i dunno maybe her powers dont work on kobeni anymore and maybe once things smooth out a little she can finally have a human friend who kind of keeps her from going crazy and ALL this happens before everything goes Wrong so power and aki and all of everyone's favs (and himeno) can forever live in harmony because makima is too busy having the best gay sex of her life every day to be evil anymore.

...sorry that was a bit long i have a lot of thoughts abouyt them but thanks for reading if you made it this far.

as for how it'd work in a scenario where it was like... post pt.1 but makima survives instead, i think that's a bit harder to picture just because makima would be so far gone at that point i can't imagine kobeni would really want anything to do with her. it definitely could be interesting and i think it has a lot of angst potential but it's not something ive really put a lot of thought into yet 🤔 there could maybe be something to work with if you imagined kobeni feeling 'thankful' towards makima for giving her an excuse to cut ties with her family, but i dunno how i'd tackle that personally. too heavy

#etc. #funny friends tag #to be honest this is all a bit tongue in cheek. its just for fun. but i love them with my whole heart regardless #csm spoilers

[mmst4rz]

'a change of mind'

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

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

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

genre. fic, explicit, angst (maybe)

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

🎧 : normal fucking rockwell, lana del rey

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

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

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

;;

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

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

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

;;

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

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

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

;;

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

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

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

#mm's works! #aki hayakawa #hayakawa aki #chainsaw man #chainsaw man x reader #aki hayawaka x reader #toxic aki hayakawa #toxic!aki hayakawa

[aliusworld]

Going Off With a Bang

Angel Devil x Reader

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Part 4 {CURRENT} || Check for other parts on my MASTERLIST. (Pinned link)

What’s to come: ANGST! MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH! OOC! Not exactly proof read and… NO HAPPY ENDING…

Description: After the events of the Darkness Devil, you have to take care of Angel. Soon enough, he leaves you. You have to fend for yourself now, will it work?

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You lay beside Angel’s bed. He’s looking out the window as you look at him. His arms were missing. Both of them.

You and a few others were transported down to hell and had to face the Darkness Devil. Well, you weren’t the one fighting. You didn’t even remember what happened. All you know is that only your right arm was the one that got reattached. You hated this job, you hated devil hunting, you hated living a life surrounded by death, but you had to keep going. For Angel. He didn’t have the choice that you had, he wasn’t allowed to leave. If he did, he would be put down like the many other dogs Makima had.

For everything you did, you were on a hiatus from missions and patrols for Public Safety. You were signed up to be the Angel Devil’s care taker. It was a struggle to see Angel as depressed as he is, but it meant that you two would never have to be apart for long. Makima showed some humanity by not separating you two. Maybe this was one of her sick jokes again.

You hated this. You just wanted to run away with Angel. You knew you couldn’t, it was just a silly fantasy. You laid your head onto Angel’s thigh. He was wrapped in bandages and a medical gown. Still, he looked so pretty. The silence was mediocre. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but there was definitely something wrong.

“[name]?” Angel’s voice was hoarse, yet it was still soothing to hear. He was still looking out the window.

“Yes Angel? What’s up, you need something?” You raise your head off his thigh

“Why are you still working for Public Safety?” Angel turned his head to look at you, there were bags under his eyes.

“What do you mean?” You sweated, did he want you to leave?

“Why haven’t you left? It’s not safe anymore, it never was in the first place. You should quit.” Angel grumbled, his eyes were glazed with sorrow and guilt.

“No. I’ll never leave, as long as you’re there I’ll never go… and I don’t want to anyway.” You shake your head, you could never leave him. You overheard Aki and Kishibe talking about making Angel a devil that makes contracts with other Devil Hunters, that would be perfect. You can’t just leave him now.

“Would you quit if I asked you nicely?” Angel looked down as his covered legs

“No, I said I’ll never leave you. Please don’t just push me away… I need you.” You start to tear up, you know he only wanted the best for you. Yet it felt like hell. The room felt silent again. You stroked Angel’s wings, Angel watched your hand play with his feathers. Your hand was soft, he felt a pit grow in his stomach. Something bad was soon to come.

-

Aki knocked on the hospital door that led into Angel’s room. Angel allowed him to enter. You were sleeping Angels legs again, you hadn’t ever left Angel’s side ever. You were like a helpless lost cat, maybe it was the other way around?

“[name], could you step out for a second? I have something to say to my partner privately.” Aki asked as he put his hand on your shoulder. You wake up silently and comply. Partner. That word hurt, you were Angel’s partner. It should have stayed that way, if it did, then maybe you two wouldn’t be stuck in the hospital.

Minutes pass, they felt like hours. You leaned against the wall and closed your eyes, when was the last time you ate? When was the last time Angel ate? Aki opened the door to let you back in, you thanked him quietly. The air in the room was nothing to be happy about, it felt colder than it did a second ago. You knew that they were going to do something, you felt it.

Angel whispered something to Aki, you couldn’t catch it, but you knew it was about you. Did you do something wrong? Maybe Angel’s trying to convince Aki to fire you. You shake your head, Angel would never do that to you.

“Angel…” you step closer to him, you felt his heat radiating off his lethal skin, “can I kiss you?” you whisper quietly, making sure Aki wouldn’t hear you. You knew he would try and stop you, but Angel might be different. Angel’s eyes widen for a second before he stops to think about it.

“Of course.”

Your first kiss. Your first kiss with Angel. His mouth was on yours for only a few seconds, it wasn’t something full, but it was full of your love. You felt a pinch of pain as you pulled out. It was only a peck, but you felt relieved. Angel’s eyes was a mix of shock, love, and fear. Aki watched, he didn’t do anything. He already knew about your relationship, right?

“How much did it take?” You ask quietly.

“A-a year.” Angel choked out, he was crying. You stroke his wings once more and quietly tell him sorry’s and sweet nothings. You didn’t even know you had a year left or that it would take that much. You wipe away his tears with your gloved hand. Angel slowly calms down. Aki is still watching, he doesn’t know what to say. If you were him you wouldn’t either.

“Aki. I’m going out to pick up some food, take care of Angel when I’m gone. It’ll only be a few minutes.” You say, Angel looks up at you, were you leaving already? Aki nods in response, you look back for a second before fully exiting the room on your own in weeks.

-

You came back thirty minutes later. The room was empty, any trace of Angel had been erased. There was one small sticky note with a few words from Angel, written by Aki, for you though. Lastly, there was a resignation form lying under it. You knew they were going to leave soon, just maybe not that soon. Sobbing quietly, you close the hospital door slowly. The letter was sweet, the letter was cruel. The resignation form was even worse. It was already filled out for you, all you had to do was sign it. They’d been planning this out for days.

You knew not to look for Angel or Aki. You knew you wouldn’t be able to find either. Your apartment felt empty. The bedsheets still smelt like Angel, but the more and more you laid down, the more of his scent was replaced with yours. You couldn’t help it, it’s been days since you bathed, days since you even stepped foot into the bedroom Angel and you shared, days since you even left your apartment. You felt like shit, you looked like shit, the apartment was a mess. You didn’t want to move anymore. Life was a mess.

Your fridge was empty again, just like how it was before Angel came to live with you. You sob to yourself on the kitchen’s floor. Maybe, just maybe he was still alive. But even if that were the case, you knew he’d try and distance himself from you. There was nothing you could do. You slowly crept into your bedroom, you limited yourself from doing this most of the time, but today you just felt horrible. You needed him, you missed him, you loved him. Today you noticed something different about your room, it was a single feather. A feather laid on top of your desk. Angel’s feather. It was pure compared to everything else in the room. You slowly made your way towards the feather, was it even real? It was real, it felt just like the feathers that were attached to Angel’s wings. You hold it close to you, maybe you should try and get better. If not for yourself, then for him.

-

You finally took a shower for the first time in days, the water was hot against your body. The feather was left on the counter of your kitchen, maybe you should frame it. Would that be weird? Scrubbing your body, you hum a few songs. They all reminded you of Angel, the songs you listened to together for fun, the songs that made you think of scenarios that would never happen, the songs that just felt like Angel.

…

You’ve been in the shower for an hour.

“Fuck.”

The outside world was cold, you wrapped the towel Angel used previously around your body and stumbled back into the bedroom to wear proper clothes. ‘Proper clothes’, what a joke. You toss something on, it only mattered if it fit.

The feather was still there, exactly where you left it last. You wished you kept more feathers from him instead of having Angel throw them out when he started shedding. You wished you took more pictures with him.

“I’m hungry.” A voice picked up, it was coming from your body. It’d been a while since you heard them, the Love Devil.

“I’m sorry, there’s nothing I can do about that.”

“Where’s that Angel guy? I need to eat! Your love for him is the tastiest, it’s pure and sweet…” The voice in your head rambles on and on about your feelings for Angel, how annoying.

“Have you been sleeping this whole time?”

“Well yeah, you haven’t been using me. So what else was I supposed to do? You don’t exactly allow me to control your body anymore…”

“He’s gone. I won’t be using you anymore either, I’m not a devil hunter.”

It was silent after that, maybe the devil felt bad for you? Either way, no one spoke. You felt your body mesh, twist, and turn. A small piece of the Love Devil emerged from your mouth, it spoke: “If you aren’t going to feed me, then I’ll just have to find a new host as desperate as you”. The piece slowly faded from your hand, gross. You were absolutely alone now, you have nothing now. You feel a sting in your head as you hear a knock on the door, you make your way there and peak it open slowly.

“…Miss Makima..?”

“Hello [name], I’ve heard of your resigning. Do you kind explaining your actions as to why?” Makima smiled, you open the door fully to let her in. She was wearing her signature large work coat, it made her look more intimidating than she usually does.

“Makima, please… tell me if Angel is alive, please? I just need to know.”

“I’m sorry [name], that’s classified information. Of course, I will gladly rehire you in a snap of my fingers, then you’ll know the fate of the Angel Devil. You’re a strong fighter, Public Safety won’t be the same without you.” Makima smiled sympathetically

“It’s just that.. I don’t know what to say…” You look down at your lap, your head was starting to hurt like hell.

“You don’t need to think, [name]. Everything is under control, under my control.”

“Alright, I’ll take your offer…” You look up from your lap into Makima’s swirly eyes. They gave off a hypnotic effect.

“Thank you, [name]. Close your eyes, you’ll be okay.” Makima put her right hand and covers your eyes for a second.

BANG!

“All threats have been deposed of. There is nothing to worry about. Have a nice rest, [name].” Makima watched your body fall onto the floor, lifeless. “I hope you had fun with Angel, [name]. It was wonderful watching it play out.”

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A/N: I forgot to add tags so idk if I’ll be shown please PLEASE LET ME BE THERE

Anyways I hope you enjoyed the final part I liked writing his a lot, sadly for you there is no happy ending. This was shorter than the first two, IM SORRY UGH

Idk maybe if this does good I’ll make a good ending where you guys meet in a different life idk, maybe extra parts that happen in between or a fic all about angel and his feelings for you

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[gojou-violin]

If u have time do you mind doing a angst w/ Denji like we’re his best friend and we are reminding him how terrible Makima is but he don’t listen.You can end it how ever you want like you can kill the y/n at the end or smth I just want something sad.

| pairing: denji x gn!reader (platonic)

| warnings: chainsaw man manga spoilers. angst. cursing. reader death.

| wc: 1k

| taglist: @aylitgirl , @thisbicc , @aki-and-saltfish

a/n: i tried my best :( i can write another one if you want that's more specific :( sowwy *cries*

you chased after him a couple of steps before stopping yourself in front of the door where he leaned down to pull the back of his shoe so that he could slide his foot in easily. "denji, you shouldn't."

he rolled his eyes. "it's not the worst thing in the world."

"denji, she's using you!"

"so what?" he asked calmly, like it truly didn't matter a single bit.

"makima's not a good person, denji. you know what she did to--"

he suddenly glared at you, stomping his right foot into his shoe to get it to fit comfortably before he stood tall, his face level with yours. "i told you not to talk about it."

you tried to reach out to hold his shoulders, but denji dodged, turning to open the door. for a moment, you watched him leave. he slammed the door shut behind him and you could hear him storming off, all while you were standing there, looking around at the mess the two of you had made while doing stupid shit all night to lift denji's spirits. you made him all of his favorite snacks. the both of you made a pillow fort that spanned throughout the entire apartment. he decided to shred up some of photos of your exes he found when he was bored. things were knocked over from playing chase. the entire night had been spent making wonderful memories with the guy you considered to be your best friend since you were born-- even though you two had lost contact for a few years and had only recently reconnected when he got a job as a devil hunter.

but now he was choosing her over you.

even after everything he told you while hiding in your arms, sobbing, he was going back to makima, the person who had used him and made his life a living hell. you thought that you had knocked some sense into him when you told him how toxic she was. you thought he recognized that she was worse than toxic waste.

but when he got bored with you, he got up to declare that he was going to visit makima and ask if he could spend his birthday with her. not you. his best friend. the person who could actually take care of him.

after a minute or so, you decided to chase after him again; but he was long gone. you peeked over the railing over your apartment floor to find denji crossing the street, his hands stuffed in his pockets, his gaze leading him straight towards the nearby train station.

so you followed.

you left a bit of space between you and denji so that he wouldn't catch you, because you knew that if you confronted him or he caught you, it would only end up in an argument where he'd continue to disagree that makima was a bad person all because she was beautiful, while you would maintain your stance that if he hung out with makima any more, he'd die sooner than later. an argument like that would end up nowhere. you'd be upset and denji would still go to her. so the only solution was to see this woman, makima, for yourself, and to confront her instead of denji, to see what her real intentions with him was, and to see if she really was half as bad as you assumed.

he arrived at makima's apartment only a minute before you did. your trail was tight enough that you managed to sneak in through the door he opened for you, and once you saw which floor his elevator was landing on, you dashed up the stairwell to see if you could meet him up there. it was close, but you managed it. and when he knocked on the door, you stayed around the corner until she opened it to greet him then he stepped inside. you waited a minute to gather your courage before waltzing right up for makima's front door. you hesitated. maybe denji was right... maybe it wasn't the worst thing in the world...

no...

you knew what she did to denji. you knew what she was capable of. there was a lot you didn't understand about devil hunting and the politics that were involved in it, but what you did know was denji and how easy it was to manipulate a gullible boy like him. makima was a smart woman who knew exactly what she was doing.

so you knocked.

"oh, denji-kun," you heard makima coo inside, "that'll be the guest i was telling you about. won't you open the door for me?"

denji barked. barked... like a dog...

and then he opened the door.

you saw him standing there, his smile drifting from his face when he realized that it was you and not whichever guest they were waiting for; and then his eyes turned from pouting to panicking when he felt makima hovering over his shoulder. she was smiling innocently at you.

"you must be denji's friend. we were waiting for you," she said.

denji looked over his shoulder, confused.

"i know everything, remember, denji-kun? i even know about your friends you try to hide from me. i know about the things you say about me. and i know that your lovely friend here is worried about you-- so much so that they're willing to steal you away from me..." makima frowned. "i can't let anyone take my precious pet away..."

denji started pushing at your shoulders to insist that you walk back the way you came, but you held true, staring makima down.

"they did'na know any better," denji pleaded desperately with makima. "they're just worried about me! no one's gonna take me away!"

makima was still frowning. "i need loyal pets, denji-kun."

"i am loyal!"

you pulled denji's arm until he stumbled out of the doorway. "enough of this bullshit."

makima glared at you.

"denji's not a pet. he's a person-- a good person-- who deserves far better than the likes of you. we're leaving--"

one second, makima was raising her arm while holding up a finger-gun. the next, she was disappointedly cooing to denji, "you should have been more loyal, denji-kun." then one second after that, she whispered calmly, "bang."

denji cried out just as it went off, but it was too late by then.

#op #drabble #ask #denji #chainsaw man #denji angst #chainsaw man angst #chainsaw man manga #chainsaw man manga spoilers #chainsaw man manga spoiler

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❀ CLIVE ROSFIELD

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༻ in the crooks of your body, i find my religion ༺

cidolfus telamon x priestess reader x clive rosfield

summary: long time “companion” cid and his newest recruit clive seek refuge in your church as their search for the second fire eikon continues

tags: (18+), smut, blasphemy, hierophilia, sex in a church, dom/sub dynamics, breast/nipple play, oral (m! receiving) foreskin play, virginity loss (clive), creampie, minor brat taming, degradation, spit, spanking, notes of humiliation kink & exhibitionism, praise, petnames (angel)

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༻ thanksgiving ༺ | featuring: mike schmidt x gn! reader

summary: you save the holiday with some chinese food

tags: fluff, established relationship, reader is celebrating american thanksgiving

༻ five nights at mike’s ༺

featuring: mike schmidt x plus sized! female reader

summary: you spend the night at your boyfriend’s place

tags: (18+), established relationship, dry humping, oral (f! receiving), fingering (f! receiving), minor pussyjob, breast/nipple play, protected sex (use of condom), intimacy kink, both reader and mike have pubes

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༻ i don’t smoke ༺ | adam stanheight x gn! reader

summary: you reconnect with adam in the only way you know how

tags: angst, grief and smoking

BLURBS

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❀ torgal being protective over you during pregnancy

tags: pregnancy mention

❀ ass play with clive (m & f receiving)

✰ミ FINAL FANTASY XV

❀ pussy inspection with older noctis (18+)

✰ミ CHAINSAW MAN

༻ i wish i knew you wanted me ༺ | aki hayakawa x gn! reader

tags: angst, comparing yourself to makima

❀ aki angst

tags: pregnancy mention

HEADCANONS

✰ミ JUJUTSU KAISEN

❀ satoru gojo

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❀ clive rosfield

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[infernalodie]

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 || 𝐀𝐤𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

“𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘨𝘰 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦“

Inspo: Chelsea Cutler - please

Pairing: Aki Hayakawa x Fem!reader

Summary: All he wants is for you to stay.

Warnings: Angst and character death.

Words 1025

Steam floated through the air, touching every surface within the bathroom. Some escaped under the crack of the bathroom door, slithering up in Aki’s room where he sat smoking a cigarette. Eyes fixated on the wooden door, worry lingering in his bones. Because beyond that door, you sat inside the shower, curled up in a ball. The water shooting from the shower head masked the tears that fell freely from your eyes.

In a few hours, Makima would order you to be killed. A truth that you had accepted the moment you joined Public Safety with Power a few years back. But the hard part was accepting that soon, you would no longer be able to see Aki. To feel his arms around you in the middle of the night when you had those terrible nightmares. Or dealing with the incessant badgering from both Power and Denji.

You were a devil hybrid almost similar to Denji in the way that instead of chainsaws, you had katanas. But unlike Denji, you felt it every time you had to use the form. Feeling the blades emerge from your arms and your head like extra limbs from your body. You’d had enough of Makima using you as some sort of weapon and decided death was the only better option here.

No one knew of your decision, but Makima expected it and told Aki for his own safety. Not knowing what you might do with your new change of heart.

You didn’t have a few screws loose like Denji or Power. Sure, you didn’t mind killing demons and you did it to survive, but you weren’t insane. The weight of your actions was known to you, but you had long reached your breaking point. It’d only been a matter of time before you gave up on trying to suffer through the pain your body endures.

A knock at the door alerted you, lifting your head to see the blurred figure of Aki opening the door. The steam obscures his figure and your figure as well. He could see you, looking up at him curled in the corner of the shower. “Y/n, you okay?”

His voice was like silk to the ears. So soft and warm that you wanted to just drown in it forever. He was the one safe place you could seek refuge. It just hurt a lot more knowing that you would never see him or hear that voice after today.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you forced a smile. “Uh, yeah, I’m fine.” You sniffled seeing him sit down on the toilet by the shower.

He clasped his hands together, head hung low as he glanced up at you. Watching you lean forward, wiping the steam away from the glass, finally revealing your soft features. “Are you okay?” You asked tilting your head cutely at him.

Aki rubbed his hands together, already itching for another cigarette to ease himself. But he knew how you felt about the smell. Always on the edge of sickness whenever you got a whiff of the smoke. “You’re leaving, aren’t you?” He asked, eyes stinging with tears as he looked up at you.

The sight alone was a surprise to see. You knew Aki well enough to know that he doesn’t cry in front of people. He mourns people he considers friends in secret. It’s interesting to now see as you know all Devil Hunters are strong-willed and never show a dabble of sympathy or genuine emotions. And this coming from your captain shook you to your core. Mainly because you were the reason for him to feel such a way.

“Aki.” You whispered, shutting off the shower and grabbing a towel. Wrapping it around your figure, you stepped out of the shower and crouched down in front of him. Hands finding their place over his and squeezing them softly. “It’s something I have to do. I can’t do this anymore. Makima is just a heartless bitch who is going to use me until I am not needed anymore and will kill me.”

“I can’t talk to her, work something out,” he suggested desperately. “I can ask for her to transfer you to the civilian sector-”

“She won’t go for it, Aki!” You told him. “She wants me as close as possible. Sending me there will just give her more reasons to have me killed.”

Aki inhaled deeply, looking up at you through crystalized eyes. “Please, don’t leave.” His hands came up and cupped your cheeks. They were soft and warm, so warm that you thought you could melt in their hold. You wanted to stay here forever, comforting the boy and telling him you would never leave him, but you couldn’t. Not when Makima treated you the way she did. You saw it better being killed by hers or Aki’s hand instead of dying going through the transformation of your demon form.

Holding his wrists, you smiled through the tears in your eyes. “I can’t, Aki. But I want you to know that I’ll always be here-” you placed a hand on the center of his chest as he shook his head with a sob. “-and I’ll never truly leave you.”

He didn’t know how to make this place a home for you. Or how to make you just stay near and put up with your guys’ boss being the way she’s always been. All he wanted was for you to stay and not be another person to leave him.

But he knew you good enough to know that you had burned every bridge you had. Ghosting all your friends to save you the hesitance of your decision. You were someone that followed through on things you were insistent on. This was one of those things.

Aki sat there, repeating your words in his head when you stood and left the bathroom, even when you packed a bag and left. He sat there in the bathroom as he leaned back and inhaled deeply. There was a small break of silence until the sound of gunshots filled the air and Aki felt his heart shatter into a million pieces.

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[makibeni]

Ch. 57- Home Is Where Your Heart Is

She looped the conversation in her head, over and over as though repeating it enough times would allow her to somehow change the outcome.

"I'm gonna go clean out my apartment a bit today, I think..."

She remembered the way Makima's face lit up, the woman was getting worse at hiding her excitement, or maybe less afraid to?

"Want me to come with?"

Her tone should have been a clue, desire shrouded in only the thinnest veil of propriety, a desperation practically oozing from her tongue, and yet...

"N-no, that's okay... I know you're busy with work s-so... I figured I'd just go by myself"

She didn't fully process the conversation until the words had already left her, and the momentary flicker of despondence washed across the woman's expression. She adjusted her mask, back to the professional smile she wore around strangers, as if she'd lost her own, or perhaps simply couldn't put one a more convincing lie. Kobeni saw the damage she'd done in an instant, of course, but by then it was too late. She wanted to speak up, reach a compromise or clear up some misunderstanding, but all she could do is look at her, and think of how hurt she looked in that moment, and nothing she could think to say felt right to speak.

The memory alone made her nauseous, the clinging aches in her abdomen as she meandered home. Was it still her home? That was another thought she hadn't spared in some time, if ever. It's where she lived, technically speaking anyway, she still paid rent for the place even if she hadn't slept there in a while, it's where some of her things were, what else is there to a home? She pondered distractions before chastising herself for not feeling more guilty over what she'd done to Makima, and the anxiety returned. She'd wandered back into familiar streets, enough so that the memories returned, feelings she was once so use to that now seemed like putting on someone else's skin.

"Hey Kobeni, long time no see!"

A voice wrestled her from her melancholic maundering, she turned to face it and saw Himeno approaching her with a jaunty stroll.

"How've you be- are you okay?"

Her face seemed to shift to genuine concern when she got close enough to lay eyes on the girl, to which Kobeni wondered just how bad she must have looked to prompt such a reaction.

"O-oh y-yeah... I'm fine just... you know..."

She gesticulated, presumably under the pretense that it would somehow bring clarity to the conversation as Himeno politely nodded along.

"Hmmm, I see, relationship issues..."

"I- wh- n-no it's... I mean..."

It took her a moment to process Himeno's words, and the woman seemed to have already reached her own conclusions before hearing out the girl's rebuke. She place a hand on Kobeni's shoulder before donning her serious face.

"Listen, I've been there, alright? I get it... I'm here for you"

She wrapped herself around the girl in an awkward, one sided hug, managing to alleviate some of her anxiety, though more through confusion than compassion.

"A-actually... I was on my way to clean out my apartment... I haven't been there in... a while so..."

She pushed the woman off her with a polite if half-hearted smile, trying to make her way past and back on her way.

"I'll come with!"

The suggestion, or perhaps it was more accurate to say declaration, was enough to reignite the simmering pot of angst inside the girl's stomach. If she was wracked with guilt over shutting down Makima then inviting someone else in her stead would surely be worse. She turned her head, reading herself to decline the woman when she felt a hand once again clasp her shoulder. Himeno pulled her along, roughly in the direction of the girl's apartment before she could utter another word.

With a resigned twist of the lock followed by a firm nudge with her elbow she opened the door to her apartment. The musty smell of absence filled her lungs as she readjusted, like walking into sunlight from a darkened room. The place was as she'd left it more or less, the last time she'd been here was to pick up some clothes for her stay, what was left behind were non-essentials, and the things Makima already had.

"Feels weird to be back home like this..."

She muttered to herself, and to quell the silence between the pair before Himeno had the chance to blurt something out.

"Weird you still call this place home, don't you basically live with her now?"

The girl thought about her words for a moment, pondering the significance she put on the word, and the way she purposely avoided saying Makima's name.

"Well... I own... well... my landlord owns... but I pay the rent for this place, you know?"

Himeno waved her hand, brushing aside the statement.

"Sure, sure, not what I mean though, like, this place is your place, but when you think 'I'm going home' you don't think about coming here these days, do you?"

Kobeni paused, trying to internalize her meaning even if she didn't quite understand the inference.

"How... how do you know... when somewhere's your home?"

Himeno twirled around a plastic bag, filling it with miscellaneous objects she assumed were trash while uttering an audible hum.

"...I guess, somewhere you feel safe? Where you can just be you and not have to put on a show, just being you is enough, make sense?"

Familiar thoughts crossed the girl's mind, not of a place but of a person. She'd never really felt safe being herself, she'd spent so long hiding she wondered if there even was a self to her, but if there was a real person hiding in the mound of tangled strings there's only one she'd feel safe around.

"Y-yeah... I think so..."

She stared off at something that wasn't there with a calm smile on her face, the first one Himeno had seen all day, and one she remarked one with a triumphant grin. The girl seemed to snap from her trance and turn to her.

"Hey... thanks..."

She turned to the door with a worried but determined look, steeling her resolve for whatever was to come.

"I think... I wanna go home..."

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[pockethep]

Thanks for answering my ask.....if you don't mind me asking (again), who are your favorite romantic relationship's couples in books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series (can be canon or non-canon)? Sorry if you've answered this question before......Thanks....

No problem, I like doing these. These are some of my favorite couples though there were lots to sort through.

Percabeth (Percy x Annabeth) Percy Jackson and the Olympians

Just like my favorite character list, I love the Percy Jackson series but most important I love a certified wife guy. Percy chose Annabeth over a seat in Olympus. There are multiple points where in life threatening situations he thinks about Annabeth immediately. "A one way trip. A very hard fall" they fell into endless darkness together and came out together. They are the blueprint.

2. Satosugu (Gojo x Geto) Jujutsu Kaisen

This will be a trend but I'm a lover of angst as much as fluff but tragic lovers is a personal favorite thing of mine. Gojo called him his "one and only". The entirety of the events in the story revolve around Gojos choice to not kill him that day in 2006 and, when they met again, destroying the body. It's "Love is the most twisted curse of them all" vs "At least curse me a little at the very end". It's "my six eyes tell me you're suguru geto but my soul knows otherwise". No matter how Gojo held out his hand, there was no way for him, he who the world shifted upon his birth, to reach him. There something poetic about their relationship.

3. Royai (Mustang x Hawkeye) Full Metal Alchemist

They're basically canon. But I mean "When we're alone the colonel calls me Riza" like COME ON. Riza is a "loyal to a fault, dedicating their entire being to the other with little hope of ever getting an ounce of affection back cause she made up her mind and decided it doesn't matter so long as she can remain by his side" character and Mustang is a "self-destructive tendencies combined with +10 charisma and noble ideals who's ready to be viewed as a villain if thats what it comes to and as such can't understand why the other is so loyal." character. Plus its all about the way they hang all over each other when hurt and how she could so easily direct him when he was blind. That trust is elite.

4. Heromari (Hero x Mari) Omori

Another tragic pairing. It's heartbreaking how much they loved each other and even if we didn't get to see a lot of it in game we know from the way everyone describes them and the pictures. Mari's death completely changed the trajectory of Hero's life and although he may heal he'll probably never get over her. Everyday I curse at the sky that they didn't get to have their future together

5. Hualian (Hua Cheng x Xie Lian) Tian Guan Ci Fu

I'll keep this one brief. Tgcf said "only after meeting you did I rediscover that it's such a simple thing to be happy" and "to me, the one basking in infinite glory is you; the one fallen from grace is also you. what matter is you, not the state of you" and "there's no banquet in the world that doesn't come to an end, so i'll say what I want to say" and I went feral for every bit of it. Hualian is such a lovely couple.

6. Kaebedo (Kaeya and Albedo) (Genshin Impact)

Without going into too much lore(another reason why I love this couple). I love the idea of Kaeya and Albedo seeing their shared heritage in one another. Learning together to see it as creative and beautiful and not just a curse or an evil. Also I love the homunculus part, it aids to a lot of good drama and tension.

7. Akiangel (Aki x Angel Devil) (Chainsaw man)

Slightly new to the list BUT the dynamic between the two goes farther beyond the "out of touch, out of time" jokes. It goes even farther than the "man who hates devils falling in love with one". It's about the drinking imagery evoking a kiss, Angel being able to break from Makima for a brief moment because of Aki, and their shared moments of kindness. Also the fan art is fantastic.

8. Chidi and Eleanor (The Good Place)

I love them so much. And even if we only saw them as a couple for a brief period of time, I love watching adults fall in love and I loved watching them both get better.

9. Orpheus and Eurydice (Greek Mythology)

Their story is one of love. A love that could drive one into the underworld. Just gonna drop this "Dying a second time, now, there was no complaint to her husband (what then could she complain of, except that she had been loved?)"

10. Chili and Bandit Heeler (Bluey)

A wild pull but I genuinely could see this in my number 1 spot. It is so refreshing to see a couple that genuinely loves each other, their children, and their lives. I'm tired of the sitcom schtick where the husband and wives hate each other and their jobs and talk about how their kids annoy them by existing. I want more of them and I want what they have.

Some Honorable Mentions:

Ichigo and Orihime, Inuyasha and Kagome, Ninguang and Beidou, Edward and Winry, Luz and Amity, Vanilla Extract and Tumblr Polls, Joe and Cherry, Beau and Yasha, Twilight and Yor, Zelda and Link, Franky and Robin, Akechi and Persona 5 Protag

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[deathbxnny]

Your CSM post was GOOD. It has definitely gave me the warm feeling i would expect from a dosmestic post and this has given me this idea. Can i request Aki x child reader who went through the same thing as him. Like how would he react to seeing someone going through the same things he did when he was a child. Have great day btw

- Flower Anon 🌸

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A/N: Hello, Flower Anon! I'm so happy, that you liked my csm post! I really love your idea and hope I can do it justice! I also added some things to the idea, that I hope you're gonna like! Thank you for the request and support!<33

Content: Angst, maybe too much angst, mentions of the gun devil, some spoilers to Aki's backstory, mentions of death, found family, child reader, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

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At first, Aki was hesitant to take you in. You were assigned to him, after a gun devil attack killed your entire family. You seemed like an ordinary child, until it was revealed that you were somehow in possession of a devil and were therefore put into Aki's custody. The man wasn't too pleased by it, yet didn't dare go against Makima's orders in the end and took you in anyways, despite his reservations.

He was at first really distant with you at home. He knew, it wasn't just because you had a devil in you, but rather it was because you reminded him way too much of himself. You also swore to get revenge on the gun devil and somehow that upset Aki. It made him realise, that a child like you shouldn't worry of those things.

And so, he begins to change. He attempts to give you a better life, one that he always wished to have. He never tells you about his short life span either, thinking it's better that way. He doesn't want you to focus on the negative aspects of life anymore. For now, you're safe with him, even if it's not forever.

He'll try putting you into school or teach you things himself. He'll cook you warm food, clothe you and comfort you as much as he can. Something he isn't very good at, but he'll try to learn as he goes. He wished someone did the same for him during his childhood and therefore does his best for you to have everything you may need.

He can't give you your family back and he can only help you so much with controlling your devil properly, but even so, with time, he accepts his position as your new family. It was hard for him to come to terms with at first, but you healed his inner child in ways he never thought anything could.

Aki will make sure that you're still very well taken care of, even after his death. Perhaps it's his last attempt at giving something back to the world. And most importantly to you, who saved a part of his once broken soul, even if it didn't save him from his fate in the end.

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A/N: Okay, this was maybe a little too angsty and I maybe got carried away, but I still hope, you'll like it! Thank you again for the request!<33

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