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#and anyway..... the only other demon that came to mind with that train of thought was /alastair/ and i had a big brain moment---
skyeslittlecorner · 3 months
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The height of WHB demons
A random thought that came to my mind after a conversation with a friend. Let's check how tall our hotties are. At first I thought about checking the height using sprite, because the kings are quite adequate to the descriptions. The only thing I would disagree with is Beel and Levi, but Levi leans over a bit, which may be why he seems shorter when they should be the same height.
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Satan you smol bean <;33
Then. I saw Foras and Bael's poses. Well, nothing from the foreground.
Funfact - the difference between Glasyal and Mammon sprites is the same as that between Mammon and Beel. Yes, Glasya is taller. Yes, I know that canonically he is probably the only devil the size of Mammon, but I changed my mind and went to compare them differently.
There will be very loose comparisons. This can't be done very reliably, but in the comics we can see here and there what they look like standing next to each other.
By the way! I hope I didn't confuse inch when converting them from cm, but I have no idea about imperial units. It won't be worse than Michael and his 38 cm anyway.
UPDATE: YEAH I DID CONFUSE IT LOL. Because it turned out that I had converted the units incorrectly (very sorry, my fault!), I'll just stick to cm for now. If I have time, maybe I will try to calculate it again.
Let's start with something smol easy - Satan - 178 cm.
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You know I'm obsessed with these two. This was the only time I counted the pixels (in Sitri's stupid heels) to know if he was taller than Satan without them. And yes. He is. (It's also possible that Sitri is tilting his head a little, but we got the general idea of them.)
It looks like Sitri is something between 180-183 cm. Compared to Sitri, Satan is high to the top of his horn, while Minhyeok is halfway up. So, Minhyeok should also be a little shorter than Satan (or his height).
It's a bit difficult with Belial, because he leans over, but it looks like he will be about half a head taller than Satan. Astaroth is a tower, no surprises.
Next, Beelzebub - 188 cm.
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First, BAEL YOU'RE ???HIGHER??? THAN BEEL? So you're 190 cm tall AT LEAST? And he has no heels yes I checked!
And I thought I couldn't love you more, just give me a kiss. Andrea you can too-
Ekhm. So. Andrea is not a tower, but a whole skyscraper. And that's so hot of him. Unfortunately, either one or the other is leaning, so it's hard to judge, but Andrea should be about 200 cm. It actually fits, because from the description of the country it seems that the devils from Nilfheim are the most stature ones due to their rigorous military training. Glasyal, make room for your friend in the giants' team.
Another fun fact: Comparing the sprites, he's barely up to Mammon's (201 cm) chin. That's why I don't trust it.
Leviathan - 187 cm
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It looks like Levi and Gabriel are the same height, possibly Gabriel a little taller.
I know it's probably a perspective, but imagine that our extraordinary ancestor, a grand(x666)father who orphaned 80 demons and after which we have to clean up is actually small lol
In the second one, the perspective can also make a difference, but I chose it because it looks quite okay compared to Levi's other comics. (And you can definitely see them better than when they're rolling around on the floor.) Anyway, it's my dream that Foras would be a little shorter than Levi.
Update: Chapter 5 confirms that both Leviathan and Foras are of similar height when standing side by side.
Here he is, a Burj Khalifa of a man, Mammon - 201 cm
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Like Levi, he doesn't know how to pose at all. That's why he is only with Bimet. In both of them, Bimet is more or less up to his shoulder, which is comparable to Satan, which gives us ~180 cm. I expected more from you, Bimet. Disappointing.
That's all I have compared to kings. But.
There are several devils that can be estimated from each other, but since we don't know how tall they are, we can only compare them. Let's do it, because why not.
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Paimon and Leraye - only one screenshot, but they will be of similar height. They can be seen together quite often. Here they can be seen simply most clearly in terms of height. (In one comic they are also next to each other, but there are different panels so the perspective may also differ.)
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Of course Paimon is bending over here, but I put it in here rather following in the thought of the little grandpa. Impossible, because I doubt Paimon will be that small (still funny to imagine).
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I didn't expect Morax to be so tall. Taller and better built than Buer. He looks so delicate in his sprite, but in the comics he's hot. (I had to cut off Marbas's legs to get Tumblr to let me post it. I recommend the entire panel.)
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Another interesting thing. I fully agree that Ronove is much bigger than Dantalian. But for Phenix to be the simillar height as Ronove? Yes, the perspective here is not one to one, but I didn't expect Phenix to be quite high.
Phew! I think that's all I could glean, at least from things that looked somewhat legit. There was a lot. Congratulations if you made it to the end! I wonder how much of this will turn out to be true in the future.
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anniedam · 2 months
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May I request a Leo Valdez x reader with the prompt "hey, you’ve been crying." Where maybe the reader has trouble with their mortal parent and needs comfort?
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𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮 ᝰ.ᐟ
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a/n- 1.2k words! i combined yours with another request cause they fit so well together! kind of took a different approach to the mortal parent bit of this! also just pretend that camp has a house phone! not proof read lmao. hope you enjoy, darlings! 𑁍
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“you’re in big trouble, [name]! what’s with this and you going on a quest? i told you i didn’t want you going on those.” your momma wasn’t one for putting you in danger, she never was. she had forbidden you from going outside of camp unless it was to go home, but there was no way you could avoid it. as demigod, there is no way to guarantee your safety. not even while you sleep, there will be demons lurking in your mind waiting to strike while you’re weak.
you let out a huff of frustration, gripping the house phone tighter in your hand. your mom was stubborn, a trait you had also picked up from her. you were not going to let up til she let you go, there was no way you were going to let leo and the others go on their own. you took a glance across the room to chiron, who sat in his wheelchair watching you talk to your mother. the poor centaur could only watch with worried eyes as you spoke into the phone, your tone getting more annoyed with each passing second.
“sorry, momma. i know, i know you don’t want me going on any quests, but this is a once in a life time opportunity for me! i was specially requested by the oracle to do this, if i don’t do it bad things could happen. things worse than death.” pleading was the only thing you could do, maybe if you did she would break and allow you to go. this strategy only worked a couple of times in the past, like when you desperately wanted to go to camp. school was awful, you didn’t have many friends so there wasn’t much keeping you there in the first place. camp was like a safe haven, there wasn’t anybody telling you what to do all the time.
your mother interrupted your thoughts with a very disheartening statement. “i’m aware, sweetheart. but your safety is more important. you. are. not. going.”
you’re kidding? the fate of the world depends on this quest, the future will always find its way to compose itself. there’s no avoiding this, if she thinks you can, then she would be sorely mistaken. you sneered into the phone, the plastic shell of the phone cracking in your tensed hands. “fine, then i’m going anyways! bye mom!”
“[name], wai-“ her voice was abruptly cut off by you slamming the phone back on the wall. you lowered your head, looking at the ground with tears welling in your eyes. you never did well with arguing, especially with your mother. then you looked back up, eyeing chiron who looked at you with pity. “i’m sorry my dear.”
you regarded the centaur. “it’s okay, chiron. it’s not your fault. i just need time to think.”
then you made your way to the door of the big house, slipping through the wooden door and out into the trail around the cabins. you could tell people were staring as you walked by, you felt it as you kept your tears hidden behind your hands. you needed to go to the woods, that’s where it would be the most quiet. you mumbled under your breath about camp seriously needing better secluded spots, then trekked toward the woods.
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apparently, someone alerted leo you were headed into the woods because as soon as you sat down on a tree trunk the black haired boy came running up to you. he was still in dirty clothes, presumably from working in bunker 9 all day. there were also multiple smudges every where on his body like he just got into a fight with a squid.
he sat down next to you on the trunk, slipping his hand on top of yours. his eyes were trained on you, under eyes dark due to lack of sleep. you seriously need to get on him to make him sleep more. he spoke softly. “𝐡𝐞𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠.”
you rolled your eyes at him playfully, tears still fresh on your face. “i know, captain obvious.”
he chuckled at bit at your teasing before getting serious again. “what happened, dulzura?”
you looked up to the tree line, there was just a sliver of light coming down between the leaves. the sun looked so beautiful through the trees, no wonder apollo loved it so much. “nothing, just my mom back home.”
now his curiosity was peaked. you didn’t often talk about your mom, he assumed there was some unspoken tension between you two. he wasn’t the type to pry to much either so he usually left it alone. “was it about our quest?”
your shoulders slumped, eyes training back down to the forest floor. “…yes, she doesn’t want me to go.”
leo made a ridiculous expression, letting go of your hand to make dramatic gestures. “why not? isn’t it like, a super duper important thing we have to do?”
you sighed, holding your head up with your hands. “that’s what i told her, but she still won’t listen to me.”
“and you’re still going to go on this quest?”
“it’s a quest, it forms the future. i have to.”
he put a hand on your shoulder. “don’t push yourself, doll. we can always find another way, prophecies aren’t as simple as they seem.”
“i know, but i don’t want to disappoint you or the others. or my mom either, she may be a stern lady but she means well.” a few tears fell from your face and onto your lap, body trembling at the thought of not living up to who your loved ones want you to be.
“trust me, honey, you won’t disappoint me. i don’t think you even have the ability to make me feel that way about you. if you really want to go on this quest, you should do it.” you looked at him in shock, half not expecting him to say something so sweet, and the other half surprised that he was so serious. you let a smile crack on your face, squeezing his hand thankfully.
“this is why i love you.” it took you a moment to realized you’d let that slip, a warm blush climbing up your neck. you glanced over to get a look at leo, who was practically vibrating in his seat. his eyes were full of wonder and excitement. “huh?”
you attempted to switch his attention to something else, averting your eyes. suddenly the tree leaves looked nice. “just, 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰.”
he grinned, slipping his arms around your waist to give you a sweet hug. his head took its spot in the crook of your neck, gently nuzzling into your skin. you always smelled so wonderful, he wonders how you manage to do so every day. he smells constantly of oil and ash, but it’s such a comforting scent like the warmth of a hug. leo whispered something faintly into your neck.
“wasn’t going to, mi amor. and i love you too.”
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@𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐦 𑁍
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theemissuniverse · 5 months
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“TROUBLED HEARTS” LIU KANG X SORCERER FEM!READER
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SUMMARY : You are Quan Chi’s daughter. A powerful Cambion (half human/half demon) sorcerer. After you find out your father killed your mother, you join Earthrealm’s side. Liu Kang wins the Mortal Kombat tournament. This is two weeks after the tournament
A/N : “havent I seen this before???” Yes. This was originally with my OC Mal but I’m making it to a reader now because well, it’s gonna do better if I make it into a reader
A/N : THIS WAS SO ANNOYING TO WRITE IN SECOND PERSON. Y’ALL BETTER LIKE THIS UP (there may be mistakes bc I literally had to rewrite this)
WARNINGS : (MDNI), praise, f receiving oral, fingering, probably some other stuff I forgot
MASTERLIST
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A lot of people questioned why Liu Kang was in love with you. A lot. You were polar opposites. Liu Kang was humble while you were cocky. Liu Kang was nice while you were cold. Liu Kang didn’t exactly have a sense of humor and you were one of the funniest people anyone could ever know.
Liu Kang couldn’t describe the connection he had with you. It was like everything with you made sense. It was also very obvious because Liu Kang always treated you with love and care (even though you didn’t need it.) All felt right in the world when he was surrounded by you.
Not only were you polar opposites, you came from different worlds. You were Quan Chi’s daughter. A Cambion (half human and half demon) who was a powerful sorcerer. You first met when you were sent on a mission to kill Liu Kang.
Kung Lao could see the puppy dog eyes on his friend’s face and couldn’t help but roll his eyes. He was annoyed that Liu Kang hadn’t made a proper move on you yet. “She’s literally standing right over there.”
You were at the temple, helping train someone. You had been on Earthrealm’s side since the tournament and you finding out that Quan Chi killed your mother. You typically helped trained people since you were the most skilled fighter.
You were also injured from the fight you had with your own father. You were weaker than you once were so you had to be careful with fighting.
Now that you were here Liu Kang had the perfect opportunity and he was blowing it which made Kung Lao irritated to no end. “You guys haven’t had a normal conversation since the tournament ended.”
Liu Kang thought it was best to keep his distance. It wasn’t because he was ashamed of his feelings. He more so just thought that you wouldn’t feel the same way and he didn’t want to go through that heartbreak. “What do you want me to do Kung Lao?”
“I don’t know? Do something about it! I’m sick of you moping around here.”
Liu Kang just sighed. “I don’t want to ruin what friendship we have.”
That’s when an idea popped in Kung Lao’s mind. He smirked at the thought of it. “You’re right.” He tapped Liu Kang’s chest. “It probably wouldn’t work out between the two of you anyway.”
Liu Kang did not expect this. In fact, he was confused. Kung Lao was just begging for Liu Kang to “make a move” and all the sudden the idea was shot down like that. “What do you…”
He couldn’t even finish his sentence because Kung Lao was already walking towards you. You had finished training with the woman. “Not better than me but you know - you still kicked ass.”
The woman who was used to your comments rolled her eyes. “Thanks, (Y/N).”
She walked away. You dapped your forehead with the towel looking for sweat when you had seen Kung Lao walk over to you. “If you’re coming over to train - I will kick your ass.”
Kung Lao chuckled. After the tournament, the two of you had became really good friends so it was normal for you to joke around like this. “Please. You could not beat me if you tried.”
“Watch out, Lao. That pride will get you in trouble.”
Liu Kang watched as the two of you shared a laugh. He raised a brow. He didn’t understand what Kung Lao’s intentions were but he was going to find out. He made sure to come closer to them but not too close where he could be detected.
“Pride is my biggest strength.” Kung Lao looked you up and down, making it very obvious he was checking you out. “I feel that it is yours too.”
You noticed but did not say anything. If it was anybody that you had liked - for example - Liu Kang - you would have instantly flirted but you did not view Kung Lao romantically. Sure, he was an attractive man. A very attractive man but he was not the man for you. “You felt right.” You started to walk towards the bench so you could get a sip of your water. “As much joy your company brings me…” You spoke with sarcasm. “You did not come here to talk about Kombat.”
Kung Lao pulled off his smirk. “I like direct women. All right. I feel as though we have not gotten a chance to catch up since the end of the tournament.”
You would be lying if you said you weren’t intrigued by this statement. Kung Lao had confidence, yes but he was never really the type to out right flirt with a woman. Not unless Johnny Cage was possessing him. “Oh? And why would you like to catch up?”
“Isn’t it obvious what I’m asking?”
“I like direct men.” You threw back in his face. You were interested. Not in him but the way Kung Lao was going about this. Something had just felt off. “So spit it out.”
“I like you. You’re one of the most powerful women I’ve ever met. You’re beautiful, smart and are the only one that can match my wit. Friends doesn’t feel enough with you.”
Liu Kang gritted his teeth. He knew what Kung Lao was doing. Liu Kang was a patient man. A very patient man. Not only that but it was very hard to invoke jealousy within him. Very hard.
Not with you though. Maybe it was because he thought deep down with his flirtatious nature that you would want Kung Lao.
It just made him mad because Kung Lao was like a brother to him.
You tilted your head. A quick scoff left your mouth. Not only were you uninterested - you were also upset. From the very moment you had met Liu Kang, all you had done was flirt with the man. All that effort you put into him and his best friend decides to make a move on you?
“You? Kung Lao? Want me? The woman you haven’t even showed the slightest bit of interest to until recently? Me?” You took a couple step towards him. “Scratch that. You believe that you - Kung Lao - are worthy enough to even get with someone like me?” A laugh erupted from you. “You are even lucky you are breathing the same air as me.”
Kung Lao wasn’t going to back down though. Not until Liu Kang manned up and stopped him. “Fight for it.”
You raised an eyebrow, slightly confused. “Fight for it?”
“You win, I’ll leave you alone about it. I win, you have to let me take you on a date.”
The proposition made Liu Kang’s eyes light up. No. You were already weak. Yes, you were in shape to train with people that did not know Kombat. Kung Lao was skilled in Kombat meaning he could actually injure you.
It wasn’t even about Kung Lao flirting with you anymore. It was about your safety. Liu Kang quickly stepped in.
“Fight? Absolutely not.”
You turned to the new voice in the conversation. Liu Kang. He had been avoiding you for some time now which made you completely annoyed. You had no interest to deal with him right now. “Were you listening in on our conversation?”
Kung Lao started to chime and when he turned to his friend. “Yes, Liu Kang. Were you?”
Liu Kang rolled his eyes slightly before responding, ignoring it. “Your father weakened you. The fight is not on the same playing field. You could get hurt.”
It was your turn to roll your eyes. “Relax Liu-Liu. I’m a powerful sorcerer. I got this.” You turned back to Kung Lao. “Let’s do this.”
Kung Lao smirked. The two of you got into your fighting positions. Liu Kang shook his head, knowing this was a dumb idea.
You threw the first punch. Kung Lao blocked it with ease. Kung Lao threw the second but you had also blocked it with ease. The pattern continues until you did a spin kick, kicking him in the stomach. He doesn’t knock down to the ground.
You motion your hands for Kung Lao to come at you. Kung Lao jumps when you tried to leg sweep him. He goes to kick you but you do a backflip to dodge it. You hit Kung Lao in the chest but he hits you back, knocking you on your back.
You hissed in pain. Liu Kang shook his head. “Alright. You two made your point.”
“I didn’t concede.” You got back up quickly. This time Kung Lao makes it a point to motion for you to come at him.
You try to kick him. He quickly catches your leg and throws you. You do a flip in the air and lands on your feet. The two of you go punch for punch, blocking. That was until you smacked Kung Lao across the face, so hard that his nose started to bleed.
Kung Lao felt his nose. You smirked at him. He then took his hat off. You knew that now he would use the hat as his weapon. “Kung Lao…” Liu Kang warns.
He doesn’t listen. He tried to jab you with it. You dodged it. He did it again and you quickly dodged. He tried to sweep your feet with it but you jumped over it. That’s when he went for your stomach. He slightly sliced your chest and pushed you to the ground.
“Stop!” Liu Kang yelled.
Kung Lao held the hat to her chin and made you look at him. “Say it.”
You hated that he had won but you didn’t have anymore fight in you. Liu Kang was right. You were weak. “I concede.”
Kung Lao lowered the hat. “By the Elder Gods.” Liu Kang mumbled and went to your side. “Are you alright?”
You cracked your neck as if you didn’t receive a scratch on you. “I’m fine, Liu Kang.”
“Let me see.” Liu Kang lifted your shirt slightly. A big slash was on your chest. He angrily turned to Kung Lao. “I told you to stop.”
Kung Lao rolled his eyes at Liu Kang’s reaction (even though this is what he wanted.) “She’s the most powerful sorcerer. She’ll be fine.” He turned to you. “And looks like you owe me a date.”
“I guess so…” You mumbled before standing up from the ground.
Liu Kang was beyond mad. Was he annoyed about Kung Lao flirting with you? Very much. All that flew out the window when you got hurt. Not only that but Kung Lao had zero feelings for you so he was just toying with you. For what? For Liu Kang to admit his feelings for you?
“Are you out your mind?” Liu Kang questioned him. “She is not fully healed yet. Now, you delayed her to heal more. For what? To go on a date with a woman you don’t even want to have?”
You raised an eyebrow at what Liu Kang said. You were confused. What was he exactly talking about?
Kung also wasn’t mad. This was all part of his plan. He had to play like he was though. “Oh, because you seem to care about her. Haven’t you been ignoring her for weeks?”
“That is not the point.”
“It is, Liu Kang. I don’t understand why you care so much. Explain to me - no - explain to the both of us why you care so much.”
Liu Kang took in a deep breath. He was usually a patient man. A man that didn’t get so easily bothered but the overwhelming feeling of love was suffocating his heart. He loved you. This was more than being the persona of the “humble easy going monk.” “I won’t let you mess with her feelings.”
“I won’t if you say it.”
You waved your hand as if you were in a classroom. “Um! Hello! Standing right here!”
Liu Kang glared at him Kung Lao. How dare he try to get him to admit his feelings on his time? “No.”
“Say it.” Kung Lao demanded.
Liu Kang looked at Kung Lao then at you. You looked beyond confused and you were about to be even more confused. Instead of saying anything, Liu Kang cupped your face and kissed you.
You stood there in absolute shock. Kung Lao’s eyes had widen. He definitely wasn’t expecting that. Liu Kang quickly pulled away. Kung Lao smirked before crossing his arms. “Or you can do that.”
You looked between the two men. “Can someone please tell me what the fuck is going on.”
No turning back now. “Kung Lao asked you on a date to get me to confess my feelings for you.”
“Annnd it worked. I am a genius. Sorry about the scratch (Y/N). I’ll leave you two to it.” Kung Lao started to walk away. He turned around like he remembered something. “Oh and (Y/N). I wouldn’t date you if you were the last woman on Earth.”
You flipped him off and he laughed. Kung Lao finally walked away and Liu Kang signed. “Come here.” He took your hand and led you all the way to his room. He helped you sit on the bed.
Liu Kang got his medic supplies and walked back over to you. “Lift up your shirt.”
“Do I have to lift it up or is Kung Lao going to come up with a ridiculous plan to convince me to take off the shirt?”
Liu Kang felt guilt in his bones. He did not want you to find out his feelings for you the way you did. Not at all. You deserved better than that. Liu Kang sat on the bed. “I’m sorry about all this…Kung Lao had no right to manipulate your feelings.”
It was at that moment you let out a laugh. “Me? Feelings for Kung Lao? Not even in an alternate timeline. I’m so glad I don’t have to go on a date with him.”
Liu Kang did feel relieved that you had no feelings for Kung Lao. You just took off her shirt instead of lifting it up. You were the most attractive woman he had ever met.
He started to treat your wound. Silence filled the air. Even though you were relieved the date with Kung Lao wasn’t real, she was still pissed off about one thing. “Why didn’t you man up and tell me you had feelings for me before?”
Here the conversation was going. The talk Liu Kang was dreading about. “I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. I thought if I confessed my feelings for you…you wouldn’t feel the same way.”
You understood. You too, despite your sarcastic quips, appreciated the friendship you had with Liu Kang and you didn’t want to take it away. “I come with a lot of baggage, Liu. Daughter of Quan Chi. Half demon and half human. Mad all the time. I mean in Kitana’s words I’m Earthrealms biggest problem.”
It was no secret that Kitana and you didn’t get along. Nobody really understood why but it was clear that the two of you didn’t like each other’s character.
The mention of Kitana made Liu Kang sigh. “Kitana does not know you like I know you. I love everything about you. All parts. Even the dark ones.” He cups your face, wanting you to take in everything he was saying. “There is not a line in the world that I wouldn’t cross for you. Not a time in your life I would not be there for you. Not a thing in this universe that can pull me away from you. You have been there for me when I could not be there for myself and I cherish that. I cherish all parts about you.”
Growing up in the Netherrealm and Earthrealm switching between both worlds, you hadn’t got much love. Ever. You were so scared of love. That it would ruin you. The way Liu Kang spoke sounded like he had all the love for you in the world. And that made up for everything.
It took a lot for you to cry. A lot. Somehow tears were falling down your face. “Are you trying to get me to fall in love with you? Because it’s working.”
Liu Kang chuckled a little. He gently wiped away your tears. “Love is kind, love is not selfish. It is beautiful. Love is not cowardice or cruel. Love is the very thing in the universe that binds you to that person. I want to be your person.”
Anything that came out of Liu Kang’s mouth, he made it sound good. “I want you to be my person too.”
Liu Kang’s eyes darted down to your lips. He licked his lips. He wanted nothing more than to taste your lips. Give in to it.
You decided to make the first move. You cupped the left side of Liu Kang’s face and kissed him. Liu Kang didn’t hesitate to kiss you back. It was like paradise. True and utter paradise.
You moved your lips in sync with each other. The kiss easily started to turn more sloppy but the passion was still there. You pushed Liu Kang lightly on the bed which he accepted. You got on top of him and began kissing all over his neck. Liu Kang moaned slightly at this. He shouldn’t have been shocked at how fast things were heating up. This was you.
He wanted to continue. He truly did but you were injured. “(Y/N), you’re still injured.”
Tou pulled away from his neck and looked at him directly in his eyes. “Which is precisely why I need a reward for all the bullshit I’ve been dealing with.” Your hands started to travel down to his black sweats. You started to rub him through the pants. “And I like this reward.”
Liu Kang didn’t think he would get used to her straightforwardness. You quickly leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his lips. “Then at least lay back and let me do all the work.”
“Fine. Take the fun out of it.” You flopped on his bed dramatically causing Liu Kang to let out a chuckle.
It wasn’t just because of your injury. He just wanted to please you. He got on top of you and unbuttoned your pants before pulling them down. Next to go was your underwear.
You were not expecting for Liu Kang to go in between your legs and start sucking your clit. You gasped at the the sudden pressure and tilted your head back.
Unfortunately, because you were so dominant you had never gotten the pleasure of getting eaten out. Not in your 2,000 years of living. So, this was a new experience with you. It also put you into a different position. A submissive one.
Liu Kang held your thighs tightly in place so you wouldn’t run away. He continued to devour your pussy like it was his favorite desert. Like it was made for him.
“Oh my fucking god. Yes. Yes. Oh god. Liu.”
It only made him work harder knowing he was pleasing you. He continued to suck your sensitive bud until you started to pull on his hair. He liked it but he took it as a sign that you needed a break from him sucking so he pulled away for a moment. He used his two fingers to start rolling your clit in circles in a certain speed.
“Oh shit. Oh my fucking god.”
Liu Kang gently kissed your breasts that fitted tightly in your bra. “You look so good like this, my love.” You were actually embarrassed by how submissive you felt. You started to cover your face. He quickly pushed your hands away with the hand that was free. “Don’t cover yourself. I want to see the most beautiful woman in the world cum on my fingers.”
Oh. My. God. Where the hell did this Liu Kang come from? You moaned at his words and cupped your breasts out of instinct. “Fuck, yes.”
Liu Kang rubbed in harsher and harsher circles knowing you could take it. He watched her as she fell apart on his bed. He felt his dick grow in his sweat pants and he practically thanked himself for wearing sweats instead of pants.
You felt yourself about to come undone. How the hell were you already about to cum? Usually it took you thirty minutes. An hour tops. “Oh my god. Oh my god. I’m about to cum.”
Liu Kang didn’t dare change his pace. “That’s it. You’re almost there.”
You tried to pull Liu Kang’s away. “I want to cum with you inside of me.”
Liu Kang couldn’t help but chuckle as he kissed you neck. He didn’t move his fingers from playing with her your. “Darling, you act like we can’t keep going after you cum right now.”
Because you stopped it slightly, your high had slowed up. “Oh my god. I’m so close.” You gripped Liu Kang’s arm for support.
“Breathe in and out.” He told you. “I got you.” He felt you dig into his arms with your nails. He loved the pain.
You listened to Liu Kang and breathed in and out. Your pleasure was overwhelming. You had never felt like this before and especially never this fast. “Fuck. Please. Please. Don’t stop.”
“You can do it. I know you can. Give it to me, my love.”
Liu Kang’s words edged you to the point of no return. “Oh yes. Liu Kang. Liu. Yes. I’m cumming. Fuck.”
Liu Kang felt your clit move and more juices flowed on fingers. He rode your orgasm out until you couldn’t anymore. Then he placed the fingers in his mouth and tasted you. “I did not know you were so nasty.” You told him.
He laughed a little at her words. “Did you enjoy it?”
“Enjoy it? Oh my god. No one has ever got me to cum that fast.”
Liu Kang smiled at you. “I’m glad.” He leans over you and places a small kiss on your lips. “All I want is to make you feel good.”
“You know I never had anyone go down on me.”
“They were not real men then.”
You laughed. You started reaching to his pants. “It’s your turn.”
He shook his head. “Another time. I just want to lay down with you right now.” Liu Kang covered you with the blanket and kissed you softly on the lips.
You were about to kiss him back but a quick knock came at the door and then the door opened.
“Hey, Liu Kang, Raiden wants us to-“ When Kung Lao walked in and seen the scene before him all he could do is laugh. “Wait a minute-“
You weren’t easily embarrassed but Liu Kang was. He face palmed himself as he knew he would not hear the end of it. “Oh no…”
“We’re you two…” Kung Lao trailed off.
“Technically he was having a meal-“ You spoke but was quickly cut of by Liu Kang.
“(Y/N)!”
“What? He asked.”
Kung Lao had laughed again. “Oh my god. And who’s to say I am not the greatest match maker of all time?”
Liu Kang motioned for him to get out. “Yes, yes, yes. Now go.”
“Alright, alright. I’m going. Just don’t let the monks find out.”
You raised a brow confused. “Why?”
With that, Kung Lao turns over to Liu Kang. “She doesn’t know?”
Liu Kang scratched the back of neck before explaining. “You swear to chastity when you become one.”
Your eyes widen at this statement. “Like no sex at all? That sounds like literal hell.”
“Well, you two have fun. And next time just lock the door.” Kung Lao says before leaving the room, shutting the door.
Liu Kang flops on his back. You looked down at him. “Did I make you become a bad monk?”
“The thoughts were in my head before it was done.” Liu Kang simply told you before bringing you closer to his chest.
He finally did it. He finally got the girl.
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Love Hotel
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Dom Gojo x Sub fem reader
Summary: The only hotel in the area is the love hotel. After completing the mission, you went there with your friend.To rest before returning to home. There is only one bed...And he also had a plan...While you were in the shower, he started masturbating...He asked you for help.
Warnings: NSFW (oral-men receiving; breeding kink, size difference kink; masturbation; degradation kink)
Words: 4k
"You really don't have two separate rooms?" you asked as you stood in front of the receptionist's counter.
Her face was hidden behind dull glass.
"Sorry. We only have this. All other rooms are occupied." She replied looking at you and Gojo next to you, even though she couldn't see your faces.
Love hotels must ensure discretion. And you just found one where the service is behind frosted glass.
This woman was wondering why you guys came to a love hotel if you want separate rooms anyway.
Either you have other partners or you want to sleep.
However, overnight bookings do not start until 10pm. There's still half an hour left.
However, even if you want to spend the night here, there is only one large room available.
You thought of something that might happen... Since people come here for a few hours just to have sex, maybe a room will open up soon.
"Are there any bookings that are ending?" you asked.
You'd be a little disgusted to sleep in a bed where someone just fucked, but this hotel looks expensive. So the staff will definitely change the sheets after each guest.
But you'd send Gojo there anyway.
You finished the mission an hour ago. However, you would have to wait two hours for the next train to Tokyo. And it's late.
That's why you wanted to sleep.
However, the closest possible hotel was a love hotel...
That's why you already casually went there with him...
But to spite you, there was only one room...
"Unfortunately, they all end in three hours. Or four." she said. You heard the computer keyboard tapping as she checked.
You sighed.
The woman looked again at the outline of the White Haired Man.
She thought you came to the love hotel with the old man... She really thought so... Because he has white hair, and he's a man...
He's just grey. And that's why this idea popped into her mind.
"The only room available is large. Larger than a typical double." she said.
There's a light bulb in your mind.
Larger than a double? So is there a chance there are two beds?
"We'll take it." Gojo said suddenly as he put his hand on your shoulder.
You looked at him with slightly furrowed brows.
The woman handed the terminal under the window so that he could pay. And you saw how he pays easily.
You took the key from her as she handed it to you. And you went to the elevator.
As you left, he leaned back lightly against the counter.
"What are the amenities of the room?" he asked with a small smile.
Good thing the receptionist didn't see his demonic mind.
He wanted to see your face when you see that there is one bed and you will have to sleep there together.
You're friends, but when he's around, you run away from him and you're able to hit him when he has weird ideas.
It's such a friendship.
You know each other from work, you talk to each other. You go to lunch sometimes. You go on missions when you don't need only destructive power and you need to find something.
You have nothing against your presence. Especially him because he loves when he can be with you. Everything he did with you was his good memories.
However, he very much wants to see your reaction to what he wants to do. will you scream? Run away? Will you beat him?
Or will everything go according to his plan and you agree? If you want him to stop, you'll have to agree.
He liked you. Even very much. But he liked watching your nervous reactions just as much.
That's why he wanted to do it.
And also to make sure you can get closer somehow.
"Um... King Size bed, access to bathroom with shower, TV. Locker facilities with extra bedding, towels and bathrobes."
"All right. Thanks for the info." He said cheerfully before walking off to join you in the elevator.
"Why are you smiling like that?" you asked, looking at the magnetic key to the door. They don't even have regular keys in this hotel, just these.... It's really one of the more expensive hotels...
"Oh, nothing ~." He nodded with the same smile.
"You know something I don't. Tell me now! Why are you smiling like that again?!"
"You'll find out soon~." He hummed, lifting one piece of the blindfold to look at you with one eye.
His voice was still humming as he watched as your cheeks scowled at his answer.
Moments later, you reached your floor and, walking in front of him, began to look for the correct number on the door.
And when you found it, the key opened the door for you. So you opened the door waiting for him to follow you as well.
But when you turned on the lights, you saw that the room is quite large, however most of the space is occupied by a large bed placed in the middle of the room. Opposite the end of the bed there is a TV set, the entrance to the bathroom is on the side.
It was nice but there was one problem...
It was supposed to be a larger than a standard double room...
"Are those jokes?! One bed?!" You moaned quite loudly and his big hand suddenly appeared over your mouth, covering half of your face.
"People have rooms all around." He said still with the same smile as he hushed you.
"Those walls are probably soundproof." You said as you grabbed his wrist, pushing his hand away. "I'll go down to the front desk to ask if they have any mattresses."
"Will you sleep on the floor?" he asked.
His hand appeared on the door before you could open it.
"You will sleep on the floor." You smiled victoriously. "For me it is important to get enough sleep. But since you don't want to be a gentleman, I can sleep on a mattress."
His hands suddenly appeared on either side of your body as he stood in front of you.
He held the door with one hand while he closed the lock with the other.
"That's not cool, Gojo..." You muttered as you tried to grab the key in his hand, but he quickly shoved it into the pocket of his top uniform.
"We can sleep in the same bed. It's big enough that it shouldn't be a problem for you. Besides, compared to me, you won't take up much space. We'll be a perfect match, so we'll both fit in."
You blushed slightly at the idea that you were sleeping with him in the same bed, under the same covers...
What did he mean by fitting in?
Won't you take up a lot of space?
"You know... You're shorter than me. So it will be easy for us to adjust the sizes somehow ~." He smiled as he walked closer and put his hand on your head, showing that you are shorter.
Hardly anyone is taller than a six-foot guy like him!
Not many people reach his height!
"Come on, we can sleep in the same bed one night. true, (y/n)~?"
You sighed and put your hand under his chest, pushing him slightly away from you.
"Fine... Since it's only one night..."
"One night, but there may be more later~." He thought as he saw you walk away to see if there were towels in the sliding wardrobe.
He himself didn't even know why he had such a plan. But somehow he figured it out when he found out there was only one room, and that you were in a love hotel.
And since love hotels are most often used only for sex, no one will throw him out of here.
The main reason for his plan is to tease you.
And the secondary reason is the desire to see if you would be able to do something with him ... Or be closer to him than just work friends.
Because since he knows you, he doesn't consider you someone who couldn't be closer to him.
He's already rooted you in his life, so why can't he see if you could do one thing closer to him?
There aren't many people that close to him, but he would like you to be even closer.
What if he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you? You're nice and funny. Sweet. By the way, he likes you. So this plan is justified.
Besides, he'd like to see you blush when you see something he's planning.
"I'm going to take a shower. We'll sort out how we sleep later." You said as you walked around the bed and into the bathroom, giving him that look he loved.
An innocent look when you don't know what he's planning. Your normal face. It's so exciting.
Even if he didn't have a plan, he did the same. Because he wouldn't have anything to do here without you.
He couldn't go to sleep because he had to wait for you to come.
He grabbed the TV remote and turned on the screen as he sat on the edge of the bed.
As it should be in a love hotel, you could turn on a porn site on the TV.
Just as he expected.
He kept scrolling through the strip, but he couldn't think.
He finally found a video he liked. "A smaller girl fucked by a tall guy with a big cock."
As soon as the video started, he was imagining your face instead of the one in the video.
And instead of the guy who started fucking her mercilessly, it was him. He imagined his own cock disappearing into your pussy like in a video.
He kept seeing your face instead of the woman's face. And then he focused on the view of big cock stretching her pussy.
He already noticed that he was bigger than this guy, but he didn't complain since it was needed for his plan.
And just knowing that he was imagining it was you instead of that girl made his pants feel tight.
Therefore, not to delay any longer, he unbuckled his belt and pants, pulling out his already hardened penis from his boxers, which lay down softly on his stomach as he took off the top of his uniform to stay in his black T-shirt.
He lifted the blindfold, taking it off. And let his white hair fall over his face before running his fingers through it.
Staring at the close-up of the girl's pussy stretching in the video, he spat into his hand, and grabbed his dick lying on his shirt, smearing the skin to make it slippery.
Then he started moving his hand up and down with the pace the guy was fucking the girl with.
Your face was still in his eyes instead of hers.
That made him even more excited. It may not have been perfectly good and appropriate behavior and thoughts, however, at that moment, he couldn't stop thinking about you.
To make you a little nervous, to see your embarrassment as you see it, and to see if you can reach higher heights in your relationship.
He was very focused on the video and imagining him inside your pussy. So he mindlessly rocked his hips to fuck his saliva-slick fist.
What he didn't know was that a few minutes later you finished showering and entered the room.
As you adjust your robe over your spare set of clothes that you took just in case, you looked at the scene unfolding in front of you.
Porn on the screen and Satoru, sitting in front of the suspended TV, is fucking his fist. And he doesn't seem to see you at all!
He's more focused on watching!
If only you knew he was imagining your face...
With a red face at the sight of his hard (big) cock in his hand, you grabbed the first thing hanging from your arm. It was a wet towel.
And you threw it in his face, screaming in embarrassment.
"Satoru!"
He let go of his cock and took the towel off his face, setting it aside.
He looked at you questioningly and turned to you sideways.
A throbbing hard cock sticking out of his pants.
"You pervert!" you screamed, covering your eyes.
He laughed, and clicked pause on the video, the sounds of which echoed around the room.
"what?" he murmured.
"Go to the bathroom! Get dressed! You're so perverted!"
"I'm in a love hotel. Here you can do anything perverted." You could hear in his voice that he was smiling.
"Stop it!"
"What should I stop doing? Talk or jerk off?"
"Stop touching yourself!"
"Huh~..."
"Just go to the bathroom!" You pointed to the door while keeping your eyes closed. "And stop masturbating on the bed I'm supposed to sleep on!"
"If you want me to stop, help me with my boner."
He spoke, leaving your eyes suddenly wide.
"H-Help?!"
He suddenly got up and walked over to you.
You took two steps away from him because his erection was there, facing you.
You also couldn't help but think that if he came now, your clean body would be dirty.
"You know... It'll go faster if you help me..."
"Y-You're..."
"I politely ask for help. If you agree, it will be faster and we will forget about it sooner. We'll be able to go to sleep~."
You looked into his eyes, and you didn't read a single bit of a lie there.
You don't know if he was really telling the truth or if his eyes were just so mesmerizing that you couldn't think of him making fun of you.
"Satoru... You..."
"Will you help me?" he asked, looking at you sadly.
"...Fine..." you muttered with a red face.
Now you know what that means for you...
You have to help him by touching his cock... Your friend's cock...
You saw his smile when you said that, and he suddenly pulled you over and told you to sit on the bed.
Once you were positioned exactly on the soft mattress, you looked straight ahead, and quickly pulled your head back.
His red tip was in front of your face.
"You promised you'd help me..." he moaned sadly.
He really could play to make you feel sorry for him...
That sad voice he simulates to make you pay attention to him.
"Sā~ Touch me~." Hearing his voice, bordering on a whisper, you felt your body tense. All because of his voice.
You tentatively placed your fingers on his damp shaft until you wrapped your entire hand around it. Massaging the slightly stringy skin.
You looked up to see his little smile as he looked down at your smaller hand touching his cock.
You're as much smaller than he thought.
His cock will feel so good inside your tight little pussy...
You will fit well in his hands until you moan under him.
Your pussy must be as tight as he thought. Because if he were to talk about how he loves that you're smaller than him, everything would be different. Even though he's sure your pussy as well as your mouth and ass will be so tight for him.
He'll be able to fit you up with him and fill you with cum.
Watching his lovely little friend lie beneath him, totally fucked, with his cum flowing out of you.
That's what you do in a love hotel. He thinks about sex. He fucks with impunity.
You got a little closer to him, opening your mouth to let part of his tip inside. With the same blush. Or even deeper red.
It was then that his demonic side was fully revealed.
He placed his hand on your head, urging you to take more of his.
You opened your mouth tighter so that the entire tip of it showed up on your tongue. And then he lightly pushed his hips, showing that he wanted deeper.
He wanted to feel more of your lips.
You pulled it out, licking the tip with your tongue before he rubbed his fingers over your head and spoke.
"Can you suck me? It was so nice a moment ago..."
Turning your head away for a moment, you opened your mouth to take his tip again, but he stopped you.
"Pull out the tip of your tongue and keep it loose." he said, trotting your mouth open wider.
You did as he told you.
You still can't believe you agreed to give your friend a blowjob so you could go to sleep in peace...
It's your first time with your friend! Hell, Satoru was always just a work friend!
And now you're sitting in front of his hard cock, and you're taking his orders. Commands to make it easier for you to suck him. Or make it easier for him to get pleasure.
He brushed his thumb across your tongue before the tip slid into your mouth.
Such a good girl. You listen to him so closely.
You put your hand on his length, and began to move your head, putting it in your mouth more and more.
Until your mouth was full. Your eyes filled with tears as the tip touched the beginning of your throat.
And you were already fighting the gag reflex as you slowly massaged the rest of its length.
Why was he so big?
"Come on, take it easy. Enough of this." He said, pulling his hips away from your face.
And then he took off his shirt and pants, throwing himself on your body.
"Satoru–."
"Helping doesn't end with a short blowjob, baby~."
He threw you onto the bed and you didn't even notice when he started shoving his hard cock into your soaking wet pussy.
You were so naked underneath it.
You felt so exposed...
As you sucked it you got wet and your panties were uncomfortable. That's why he took it off.
To give relief to your dick waiting hole.
"Such a good girl." he murmured in your ear as he fucked your pussy mercilessly.
Your help has been invaluable. He wanted your help so badly.
Because he wanted to carry out his plan.
And now it works.
He put his lips on yours, putting his tongue in your mouth, catching your moans.
"This building has really soundproof walls. So you can moan as loud as you want." he bit into your neck as his hips accelerated against yours. "Moan when big dick fucks your tight pussy~."
He bent your legs, pressing your knees to your chest.
And he spat on your clit, collecting saliva with the tip of his cock before thrusting inside you again, enjoying the sound of his balls hitting your soft buttocks.
Your back arched as he thrust deeper, pushing your insides apart even more.
Then he kissed you again, pushing his tongue into your mouth more.
His hips continued to bounce against yours. That's why your toes curled up as you looked at the shiny mess you'd made on his belly.
"So wet. So eager for cock... I didn't know my dear friend would enjoy being fucked by me so much~."
He grunted as he pushed himself off the bed to sit on his heels.
He pulled out of you, lowering your thighs to his.
He pressed himself against you, placing his length on your stomach.
You looked at what was inside of you. The greatness that hit your insides. A length that went deeper than anything else before. Thickness that stretches your poor walls.
But it's so good...
Your helping him is so good...
"I think where my dick reaches is deep enough that I can happily pour all the cum we have inside you, and watch you walk with my child later for sure."
His voice was dark but so sexy...
"Right?" he chuckled as he thrust himself into you again, hitting bottom instantly. "Would you like me to get you pregnant? Would you like to have my children?"
His pubic bone was pressed hard against your body with each thrust. So that he will pierce your cervix every time.
And this strange feeling combined with the pleasant one was unstoppable because he wanted to do it.
"Good girl... Veeryy gooood giirl..." he groaned as he felt that wonderful pressure against him. "I want to breed you... I want this so much..."
His thrusts sped up again as he began attacking your mouth.
You couldn't keep up with his thrusts. As you exhaled as he backed away, you were forced to moan and inhale as he moved back between your tight walls.
"Calm your breath. I don't want you to pass out." He laughed as he lifted your trembling legs with no strength.
You tried so hard to listen to him, but you couldn't because with every thrust from him, you couldn't help moaning as he pounded you from the inside out.
"You will look so cute being round and plump~ Do you want this? Want to get your friend's kids? Do you want my cum in you?" he said breathlessly.
You nodded slightly, feeling a little humiliated by his words. But it was so good...
"Tell me... Do you want my cum inside you? My cum inside your womb. You want to feel it, don't you?" he whispered in your ear as he leaned in. "You want that dick to fill your insides so deep, don't you?"
He pressed against your lower abdomen, and you felt his tip go straight to your lap, hitting the wall. Pressing even harder against your cervix.
"Do you want it? I can stop. You want me to stop before..."
"...No..." you groaned.
"No?"
"Don't stop..."
"Heh... How can I refuse to my sweet friend please?"
His hips attacked yours, pounding nonstop as he leaned over you, kissing your neck and your open mouth. Licking and kissing the tears on your cheeks.
With the brush of your clitoris by his pubic bone, the coil in your stomach snapped. Flooding its length with a new wave of your juices.
You saw how he frowned with a smile and clenched his jaw.
He plunged into you one last time, pressing his lips against yours as he let out a loud, guttural moan. And you felt more warmth inside you. How white floats inside you when he's finished.
He pulled out of you, leaving his cock on your stomach as he continued to kiss you. Drop the remaining cum from his orgasm on your skin.
"... Satoru..." you moaned softly.
He put a pillow under your head and gave you a glass of water from a pitcher on the table.
Your thighs quivering as cum oozed out of you.
He was really talking about breed you...
He laid down next to you, cuddling you against his chest as he kissed your forehead, cheek, and finally your lips.
"Thanks for your help, mochi~."
You cuddled up to him lightly.
"You don't even wear a condom..." you murmured, cheek against his bare chest.
"Aw, that's fine. I'll take all responsibility." He hugged you, wrapping his arms around your body. "We can live together now, right?"
"Live together?"
"We're friends for long time. Didn't you see that we're acting like a couple?"
You looked at him questioningly.
"I can't live without you. And if you're pregnant with my baby, we can't just still be friends."
"Satoru, you saying..."
"Be my girlfriend. That thing just now happened, show us that we can't be only job-friends. Especially if you're pregnant."
"You're really crazy with that thing you saying..."
"Don't you love me? Aren't we friends? I want you to live my side forever. If you don't love me, you will never agree to do that."
You cuddled up to him.
"I'm glad with that you're asking me to be your girlfriend..."
"And you agree?"
"...Yeah..."
He smiled and put his forehead on yours.
"Then, I love you, (y/n)."
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Ghost of fries and hero of cookies part 6
All work words count: 14 643
Words in this part: 2 686
Summary of whole work: Duke wasn't expecting to wake up from his quick rooftop nap to some meta kid with fries. He also wasn't expecting kid to stay
Or
Danny asked Dani to stay safe while she was in Gotham. Where would she be safer than under the wing of local hero? And he looked like he needed bad day combo anyway
This part summary: Batman wants an explanation. His kids however, wouldn't be themselves if they did add some chaos
Beta read by @audhumla-sailor though English is second language for both of us, so proceed with this in mind. I also know all of the charaters through fics alone, so probably ooc. Stay catious if it's something you don't like
First part, Previous part
“Signal.”
Duke bit back a sigh as his last hope to leave Cave undiscovered disappeared. He shot Steph message of:
Having The Talk. Come as moral support
and turned around to face Bruce.
“Yes?”
B grunted in disapproving and ‘Signal report’ way but Duke decided to buy some time and answer only questions that were actually asked. He slowly sat at the briefing table and looked at the man expectantly.
Lift chimed and moments later Tim and Cass went to Batcomputer and training mats respectively. Duke was, like, 80% sure they were there to eavesdrop. He knew them well enough. He knew them well enough.
“The girl”
“Izzy?” Was Duke annoying on purpose? Yes. He really didn’t want to have this talk. Like, at all. Psychological warfare it was “I mean, I know she is civilian and you don’t approve but at least she isn’t doing anything illegal, right? Like, you know, robbing museums or killing people?”
Bruce looked repulsed and Tim snorted.
“Low blow Narrows, low blow” Jason announced through speakers. He was slightly winded as if he just finished a fight “Good job kid”
“So you’re listening too, great” Duke muttered under his breath before louder he added “Is everyone who wants in on a show, here already?”
“Give me a sec- here Dick you’re going live now”
“Thanks Babs, you’re the best”
“I know. Donuts, you know which one”
“Of course. Glad we’re finally going to talk about Duke’s kid”
“Shut up, she is not my kid!”
“Steph ETA 2 minutes” Cass interrupted.
At least Damian didn’t show up- as if summoned by this thought Damian stomped down the stares, Alfred the Cat curled in his arms. Maybe others had a point, calling him Demon kid and stuff.
“What is an emergency?” he demanded and Duke decided to take what little relief he could from the fact that Bruce seemed equally defeated by sheer number of people around for this talk. 
“It seems like… oh, literally everyone lost an adoption bet” Babs explained. Huh, so Steph didn’t change her stance.
Damian looked genuinely terrified as he muttered “No” eyes darting between everyone present in silent calculation.
“Oh, shut up” Duke whined knowing all too well his stalling had to come to the end. Maybe it was wishful thinking but he almost heard roar of engine of Steph’s motorcycle. Her presence would be double edged sword but she would help him advocate for Dani and that was more important.
“Thomas, what have you done?!” if it was anyone other than Damian, Duke would call sound he made a whine. As it was, he preferred his entrails to stay inside and since the boy showed up, called by thought, the older boy preferred not to take risks.
“Nothing, Babs is overreacting”
“Don’t deny it. She went about it kinda Tim Lite style but it worked”
“I don’t even know her surname, where she stays or really, anything about her life outside of our patrols, how do you expect me to go about adoption?!”
“B knew even less about me when he decided, yes this tire thief is my new son!” Jason chimed in and Duke knew he was grinning despite voice modulator.
“What from my origin story was lost to make Lite version?”
“Identities weren't breached as far as we're aware. Just ‘came one day and refuses to leave’ part and some light stalking. She was smart about it, invisible, keeping out of sight and to the hot spots. Wouldn't find her if I didn't know she was there”
“She could still just not tell, I mean I knew for years before telling anyone…”
“There is no way. Believe me, she has no brain-mouth filter, I swear”
“But-”
“She introduced herself by her first name,” Duke deadpanned ”She told me civilian names of heroes from her hometown, in context that didn't require me to do any actual research to clue me. I did anyway. I don't think she even realized she did it. If she knew our identities we would know already”
There was a moment of silence as everyone digested the thought of just how gigantic breach Dani accidentally caused.
“Well, it's as good of a proof as we can get for now,” Babs bristled. 
“Who let her in on such secrets then?!” Damian sounded genuinely appalled and Duke wasn't too surprised.
Like on a cue, Steph stormed inside on her Spoiler in civies. Bruce looked about ready to get aneurysm. Duke was a bit glad that everyone was doing such good job in distraction department.
“IT’S OKAY, WHY? BECAUSE I AM HERE!” Steph yelled, jumping from before her vehicle fully stopped. She threw something small in general direction of Batcomputer “Timmy plug it in, I made a PowerPoint!”
Duke felt blood leave his face. He wasn't sure if he wanted to know what Steph put together but he probably didn't. Tim opened it anyways.
WHY HOOPOE IS ADORABLE&CHAOTIC BEAN AND SHOULD BE PART OF THE TEAM
The title slide said, one of the clearest photos of Dani from before she started wearing mask in the background. It was close-up of girl smiling, bits of brownie on her cheeks.
“Was this photo taken with a goddamn calculator?” Tim asked with disgust so clear Duke could taste it. Metaphorically of course.
“Nah, just body-cam. Her powers mess with technology a bit”
Tim still looked displeased at the craftsmanship.
“Don't worry, it's not  a bad photo. Baby Bird is just being perfectionist,” Dick placated.
Duke didn't realize that Damian froze until he unfroze and made his way to the screen, stopping less than one foot away from it. His movements were rigid, his face scrunched with distress. Alfred the Cat escaped its master probably due to hoe tense he was. Everyone in Cave quietened as soon as boy took first step and expecting mood had to run through microphones because nobody from the on-line crowd quipped in.
“This is the green of Lazarus” he whispered finally, sounding actually scared. Jason swore. Bruce and Cass visibly stiffened. Tim choked and he wasn't even drinking. Dick did his whinny breezy name saying thing when he wanted explanation and felt lightly betrayed. 
It was Duke's turn to freeze because… it wasn't. Of course he wasn't all that well versed in the Pit, less alone its color but he did bust quite a few trafficking rings with Jason and he saw his eyes afterwards all raging, toxic, neon green glory and it wasn't the same as Dani’s. As much as he liked English and how good he was at it, it failed him at simple task of describing the obvious difference between each other. He'd have more luck describing tastes with set of color samples from IKEA or something. And really, even if he tried he would lose the fight of competence with Damian. Who wouldn't.  But-
“There is no way she has any connection with LOA”
“Why is that?” Damian seemed to misinterpret it as challenge like he always did when emotions were running high. Duke took a deep breath. Well, it was a moment to use all of his diplomatic skills and speak in the language of the demons.
“I've seen her fight. She would be utter disgrace”
“It does not prove-”
“It does” Duke interrupted with the tone and mimic of person who saw too much because he did ”None of you have any say until you watch a tiny and I mean tiny ten year old tackle five Joker goons like it's a joke, by sheer virtue of super strength and intangibility-means-I-can-ignore-bullets-Signal-don’t-be-such-worrywart. She should get shot, like, three times at least. And she kept laughing!” he was low key wheezing at the end because even after all this time (a week) it was fucking horrifying. Bruce made a huff that meant he was laughing and put a hand on his shoulder as a sign of support. Dick's lighthearted laugh sang from the speakers.
“Don't worry Duke, it never gets better” B said with mirth.
He refused to elaborate whether he meant ‘kids keep jumping into danger like there is no tomorrow‘ or ‘it's equally terrifying every time’ and Duke decided to reflect on that sentiment later. It put some things into perspective. A lot of things if he was being honest.
Also, he was not ready for stuff like that to become even semi-normal occurrence. He was ready to give her all of his Alfred cookies if it could change anything. He knew it wouldn't. 
“Do you have any other evidence that your new acquaintance does not just fake being less experienced to make you lower your guard?” Damian asked warily.
“I had to teach her out of putting her thumb in her fist,” he deadpanned. Several people hissed in empathetic pain. Steph coughed to bring attention to where she stood in front of Batcomputer, other slide of her Power Point open. Duke recognised video from his body-cam.
“Exhibit A” she announced. She played a video with Dani’s first mugging attempt he witnessed. Let it be said, it was a disaster.
“Exhibit B '' One of Dani’s most epic fails at side-kick that ended with her falling face first to the ground.
“Exhibit C” Dani fumbled with zip-ties, looking at him utterly at loss.
“Exhibit D” the talk about her prior training.
“What’s was that sound?” Dick obviously on the verge of cooing when girl on video growled. Steph stopped video.
“Very angry kitten” Tim stated with soft smile.
“Honestly, furious girl” Cass corrected “She was really mad at you”
“Yeah, I know but promise of Alfred’s cookies was enough to placate her”
“You gave her Alfred’s cookies?!”
“She started by giving me a lot of food on a really shitty patrol, had to repay somehow”
“Was it from your share or-” Dick asked like it was most important thing in the world.
“Miss Hoopoe was added to my plans after she picked her new name” Alfred explained and shit, Duke really should get used to how man just appeared sometimes. Jumpscare the original.
“Alfred, you knew?” Bruce sounded so utterly betrayed.
“I have yet to meet her but I was informed about her presence about two weeks ago”
“He caught me printing mask for her”
“About that” Steph clapped and skipped her slide show “Look at thi clueless child with such horrible disguises and codename ideas” There was whole list of every name Dani wanted to try out and photo of her bare face.  Duke kinda repressed his memories of it. It was worse than he remembered.
“Did she really tried kenting that?”
“Got it after her cousin. He used his first name as part of his alias for almost half a year” Duke admitted in carefree tone, knowing it would cause a mess.
“Cousin?!” several people yelled in surprise.
“Caped cousin?!”
“Yup. Small time hero from Illinois. As far as I’m aware she’s alone in Gotham but they’re in regular contact and she has strong believe that he can and will help her if she used her panic button”
“Who in their right mind let’s kid alone in Gotham?!” Jason sounded about ready to strangle Phantom.
“He seems to be fifteen himself. And has anti-meta parents if I’m picking things up correctly. She didn’t mention them much. I highly doubt she has present parents at all, so…”
“What the hell Narrows.”
“I don’t know, it’s just a wild guess”
“Does it call for the rescue?” Steph asked eagerly.
“We’re not going to Illinois to rescue Phantom if he doesn’t ask for it. He has means to it” Bruce interrupted with bone deep sigh.
“How do you know I meant Phantom?” Duke perked up because he never mentioned this name.
“He is from Illinois, looks almost the same as far as I can tell from the photos and they share a lot of powers”
“I didn’t know you knew about random kid hero from other state?”
“He dropped by on few Justice League’s mission. There is still dispute whether we should approach him in his city or not. He was very clear on his opinion that we should stay away. I think we really shouldn’t”
“How you haven’t gone or sent anyone there yet?” Tim teased.
Bruce just stared at him then gestured at mountain of cases they were currently working on. Yes, they were printed. Apparently for man it made it easier to work on them like that.
“Can we focus back on untrained child you let join you on patrol, Duke?”
“You act like I could stop her from doing her own thing if I didn’t  let her. Plus, even though she doesn’t have combat training, she can handle herself well enough. And has this damn intangibility that makes her really hard to punch”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t tell anyone other than Alfred and Steph and I wanted to wait a bit before leaving her to the wolfs”
“The bet”
“Shut up Steph”
“When did you plan on letting us know?” Bruce ignored what blonde insinuated. Duke was utterly grateful for that, he knew he would get lecture for that later but he was more than happy to leave it be for now.
“Somewhen next week. I hoped to introduce her gradually but apparently everyone knew already?”
“Kids tell me things. Hoopoe made a good impression on them” Jason explained.
“Hero sightings on Twitter” Dick admitted without a shadow of shame.
“What he said” Tim agreed “This person from crochet dolls made one for your kid too, so in public eyes she’s our already”
“For the last time, she isn’t my kid!” Duke groaned but as always went ignored.
“Nobody expected old man’s tendencies to rub on you so fast, Narrows”
“Shut up and this is half a reason I didn’t let you meet her. All of you”
“With all due respect Duke” Babs started teasingly “You gave us ammo yourself. You improved her diet, you brought her to The Food Track Of Mental Breakdowns, you teach her stuff, you check in on her almost as often as her cousin and their friends do…”
“How did you hack her pho- No, wrong question, why?!”
“We’re all paranoid bastards, I needed to check out the newest bird. She legally doesn’t exist btw so I suspect some shady stuff with her birth but otherwise nothing sus about her. Comms and trackers for her are waiting in drawer C19. You will give it to her tomorrow”
“Aye, aye captain Oracle ma’am” he joked.
“Wait, you showed her The Food Track?”
“She deserved it” he gritted out.
Before this could turn into a fight or something, Alfred demanded:
“Since we are all on the same page now, I would like to extend an invitation for family dinner to miss Hoopoe”
“We’ll eat it down here in full costumes”
“As you wish master Bruce. Master Duke make sure to let her know”
“Of course Alfred”
And he planned to do that but Dani didn’t show up. He hadn’t thought much of it because she was unpredictable like that. She tended to disappear from the face of the Earth for a day or two and return with tales of her “autograph hunting trips”
But then she didn’t show up on the next patrol too. It was unprecedented. And she hadn’t responded to the check in. Three times in the row. He was getting kinda sick from the stress.
He knew Dani well enough, she wouldn’t ghost him like that and in Gotham disappearing meant three things: getting kidnapped, trafficked or six feet under. To their knowledge, Dani didn’t have anyone who would pay ransom for her other than Signal and no demands were made so the first option was out.
Bats launched full fledged search.
Duke himself found and busted two trafficking rings in three weeks which was around how much he did in two months on a daily basis.
Thanks to Oracle, they found Dani’s utterly crashed phone in the dead end in the Narrows. It didn’t look any better.
Duke really hoped they wouldn’t be too late.
With each day it seemed more likely.
********
Bruce: *wants to have private conversation with his son about unknown child he's been working with*
All of the Batfam: Hello there
Duke: I managed to keep Dani secret my family of detectives!
Everyone other than Bruce: I knew for past two weeks, but goood job kid
Random o Twitter: I'm sooo disappointed with Signal for letting Hoopoe fight crime. She is just a little child, she shouldn't have to witness Gotham's worst
Other Random: Have you heard about Robin????? Have you seen teories that Signal is teenager???? With proofs????? Are you mad at child for not taking proper care of the other child????? That's messed up my dude/gal
Yell at Batman
Signal: You act like she isn't personification of feral cat I try to coax home so I can prevent her from getting in trouble. I dare you to try and stop her
Phantom: I do too, 100$ if you manage. It would save me from so much stress
Random: Now, who the f*ck are you?!
(Guess who never touched Twitter with 20 meters stick in her life)
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CHAPTER NINE: "Feel your breath course frankly below and see life as a worthy opponent"
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Shrine maiden's are young priestesses who work at shinto shrine's. They use to be viewed as shaman's but are more accepted into society.
In daily life they are trained to perform tasks such as sacred cleansings and performing the sacred kagura dance.
Early Miko were important social figures and were associated with the ruling class. One Miko has even stated that they descended from the Goddess Uzume.
Inari shrine's however are the most common despite Inari having no presence in mythology.
The lukewarm breeze brushed against his body, A soft wind that rustled the leaves ever so slightly and left only the faintest of chills on his skin.
The sun was low in the tangerine dusted sky. The atmosphere ablaze in hues of red, Oranges and artic blue's. It was a cool summer evening, One you might sit on the porch to admire the setting sun or go out with friends for a drink.
However that was far from Genya's thoughts. One foot in front of the other as he scaled the steep hill, Steps catching on rocky bumps as he went. Occasionally he had to stop to regain his balance, Careful not to fall down.
He had to get up. From what the locals had told him they had seen the man he was looking for come up here. Genya hoped that their word was true as he wiped his brow of sweat, He prayed that he hadn't moved on.
Genya had been searching for weeks now. He had been to villages and cities, Asked dozens of people and came up empty anyways. The man he was tracking down was fast, Tricky and hard to catch.
Genya even doubted that he was real, Doubts clogging up his mind as he near tripped again on the hillside. Sightings of him were few and far between, Majority were around the Kakushi base going in and out but even when he went there he came up empty.
Maybe he was a myth. An urban legend perhaps, A way to motivate the other slayers to do better. After all, One thousand demons in a year is a staggering and impossible number. He could be fake, But even then that motivated Genya further.
It had only been a good month or two after final selection, In that time he had been to many Hashira and higher ranked slayers looking for advice and help yet none of it ever did assist. So if he was real, He must of been it. If Fujimori was unable to help him, Then no one would.
Genya exhaled, Almost a wheeze as his jog staggered into a stop. He keeled over slightly, Resting his hands on his knees absolutely exhausted. He tried to steady his breathing like he was taught to, In and out like he was trained.
It was only when he looked up that he was graced with the top of the hill. A beautiful sight to behold within the oncoming summer evening. The air was cleaner up here, The breeze just a little bit heavier as it tickled at his skin.
It ran through the grass, The leaves and the ferns as his breath hitched in his throat. It was a beautiful landscape, But that was not what he focused on as his eyes locked onto the shadowed man a few metres away from him.
He was tall, Facing the sun and casting a long shadow within a stagelight of evening glow. He stood at the edge of the hill, His sandles kissing the edge of the cliff as he stared longingly at the sun.
Genya had to squint, Barely making his shadowed figure out.
"Hey..!" He tried to call out, Yet it only came out as a mumble. His vocal chords felt tied in his throat as he gazed upon the man, Watching his loose haori flow gently within the wind. He didn't turn around, So Genya tried again.
"H-Hey..!" It came out louder this time, Loud enough for the man standing at the edge of the cliff to stiffen his shoulders and lazily turn his head around to face him.
As soon as he did, Genya was met with the fated mask resting upon his visage. The eyes akin to the sea gazed at him with the equivalent vastness, Almost if his side-look was enough to pierce through his very soul itself.
Genya's jaw dropped only slightly, His breath taken at the sight. He seemed ethereal, Nigh divine in nature as he looked upon him now. He was real, A god incarnated in the flesh and one that looked at him now with such otherworldly grace.
"Oh, Hey.. Didn't see you there." His voice resonated out, Loud above the midsummer evening breeze. It was boyish, Casual and spoke with a non-chalant charm as his mask's irises looked him up and down.
Genya felt like he was nothing under his scrutiny. His messy half shaven hair and his mid-puberty skin made him feel insignificant like an insect, A sudden urge to tidy himself rose from within Genya's chest.
"You must be the slayer that was following me around for weeks, Right?" [F/N] asked, His voice still held that casual tone as he pointed out Genya's game. Genya himself felt his breath catch in his throat and his face heat up from embarrassment.
"Y-Yes Fujimori-sama, I'm sorry!" Was all he could say as he instantly bowed low in front of him, Arms tightly locked to his side as another bead of sweat rolled down his forehead. He had knew Genya was following him for weeks, How? He had no clue.
Genya heard a snort muffled by his mask with a light chuckle to chase it. It made him blush harder, Shame appearing in the red.
"Don't sweat it. I was wondering when you'd show up anyways.." [F/N] remarked. The bottom of his sandals that mingled with the cliff's edge parted, His overcast figure turning around and pacing a few steps towards him.
"So.. You must've been pretty determined if you wanted to find me this bad, It's admirable really but.. Whatever you wanna say, I'd do it now. The nights almost here and I gotta head soon." [F/N] said, Coming to a halt just a few feet away from him, Waiting for his answer.
Genya swallowed the bundle of words choking up his throat, He couldn't take his eyes off the masks as he stared into their patient blue.
"I.. I want you to make me your Tsuguko! I want to learn Soul Breathing- I-If that's okay with you.." Genya exclaimed a little too loudly, Making it up by quickly adding cordiality at the end.
The mask's eyes blinked. [F/N] cocked his head to the side as he stared down at him. It was basically impossible to tell what he was thinking behind it, The best Genya could make out was a hint of contemplation.
Then, [F/N] shrugged.
"..No can do. Sorry." [F/N] replied. Raising a hand to the back of his head to lightly scratch it as he looked down at the boy with a semi-apologetic look.
Genya's frown grew sharper.
"What..?! But why?" Genya argued lightly, Almost like a toddler throwing a tantrum. [F/N] sucked air through his teeth in response.
"Mmm.. I'm sorry. I'm just not good with that sort of stuff. I'm not exactly a life model to follow or give guidance, You know?" [F/N] explained, This time almost fully apologetic as he bowed his head lightly.
Genya looked baffled. He had spent all these weeks searching for him, Looking for miles just to beg [F/N] to take him as his Tsuguko. He had expected a yes, A reward for his hard work yet he was faced with a no. And that's something he just can't take.
"So what? I've been looking for you for ages now, You may not be used to this sort of thing but I promise I'll try my best! You.. You don't even need to do much, I can just take notes if you bring me along with you so.. Please!" Genya bargained once more, Bowing again before him.
He stared down at the ground, Begging whatever god was listening that somehow he swayed his mind. Convinced him that it was a good idea to take him in, This was his last resort.
A sudden snap of fingers brought him back to reality.
"Ahh.. That's where I recognise you from. You're The Wind Hashira's brother, Genya.. Right?" [F/N] said. Fingers positioned in a check before him after snapping, An eccentric quirk as he sounded relieved.
"Y-Yeah.. That's me." Genya confirmed with a nod.
"Then why don't you ask him to take you in as a Tsuguko? Wouldn't that be easier?" [F/N] questioned, A dramatic raise of his lower lid and a tilt to his head as he inquired such.
Genya's fist subconsciously started to curl up.
"It's.. My brother and I aren't getting along right now. It's complicated but.. I can't ask him, He.. He doesn't really like me anymore." Genya admits, Tossing his head and his eyes to the side. Anyway to not meet the other man's gaze.
[F/N]'s eyes narrowed, He hummed slightly under his breath. He seemed to taste his words on his tongue, Thinking over and mulling every little detail of it. He shook his head lightly, Then sighed.
"..Alright then. I won't take you in as a Tsuguko, But I can give you some advice at least." [F/N] finalized. A compromise came to and one he was fine with, If not a little hesitant.
Genya looked up at him. The disappointment quelled only a little bit, While it wasn't the prospect of training under him the information that he could turn into advice must of been invaluable. It was better than nothing and better not to push his luck.
"I.. Thank you, Fujimori-sama." Genya mumbled gratefully. [F/N] snorted again.
"Drop the 'sama', Makes me feel old. Fujimori-san is fine with me." [F/N] said. Turning to the side to pace off towards the surrounding forest life and sitting down on a old fallen log, One with festering mushrooms growing from the sides as he sat faced the sun.
"Come on, Sit with me." [F/N] called out to him, Patting the space beside him on the log expectantly as he looked at the boy.
Genya quickly nodded, Hastily moving over to the fallen log and quickly sitting down beside him.
As he sat down, He felt his body tense up at the awkward silence. Stealing a quick gaze towards [F/N] he saw him take in the scenery, Admiring the fungi and the blossoming flowers surrounding them.
He breathed in, The air fresh in his lungs. It made his shoulders relax ever so slightly, Only a little bit as the strangeness of the situation set in.
"So.." [F/N] started. "You mentioned earlier that you wanted to learn Soul Breathing, Right? I'm guessing this means you don't have a breathing style then." [F/N] deducted, His eyes never straying from their surroundings as he spoke.
"Yeah. It's actually part of the reason I wanted to be your Tsuguko in the first place.. I've been to lots of cultivators, Senior slayers and even a Hashira or two.. But no matter how hard I try or train I just can't learn any of the styles." Genya explained, Remembering the events that brought him here.
[F/N] hummed, Taking in the information.
"Really, Even the basic one's like Fire or water?" He queried, Eyes only now taking a glance towards him.
"Yeah.. Fire, Water, Wind and countless others.. I just can't learn any of them." Genya confirmed.
[F/N] nodded, Taking in a deep breath of the ripe air.
"Well breathing styles themselves are a reflection of our strengths and talents. Almost mirrors of ourselves, Really. Each of them has a special strength you need to excel in to learn how to wield them" [F/N] started, His vast knowledge of breathing styles starting to come into play.
"Breathing styles like Stone breathing require excelling in durability. Fire and Water both require hard work and physical fitness. Thunder requires speed, Wind is Swordsmanship. Other styles that descend from them require more such as Love breathing descending from Fire, Both requiring physical fitness and flexibility. The more you descend down the chain, The more difficult it is to master the style." [F/N] explained.
Genya took in the information, Slowly nodding along to every word the man spoke. He tried to register it inside but the onslaught was a lot to handle in his head, But he tried his best to follow it.
"And what about Soul breathing?" Genya asked.
"Soul Breathing requires Mental Strength." [F/N] replied, Now turning to look at him through his porcelain sapphire irises. "Soul Breathing is one of the fundamental basic breathing styles along with the one's I mentioned."
Genya lowered a brow.
"Mental Strength? What does that mean?" He asked. The term was broad, Vague to be precise. It made his lip quirk and his mind fuzz up even more than it was already. [F/N] chuckled lightly.
"It requires a will that rivals the gods themselves. A determination to keep going through any situation, To keep going even though you know every single bone in your body is broken. Stability and a calmness in your soul. Everyday I need to meditate around three hours just to be able to wield it." [F/N] answered.
Genya nodded yet he felt baffled at the training regiment. Three hours, Just for meditation. It sounded insane, It was as well. Genya could barely imagine doing it himself.
"Don't take any offense to this, But you don't seem like you excel in that sort of thing." [F/N] commented, Eyes running him up and down from the tips of his hair to the soles in his shoes.
Genya groaned. Even though he hated to admit it, [F/N] was right.
"Listen.. You are physically fit, You're durable and you're fast. I've seen it over the past few weeks but it's nothing you specialize in, It's not your special skill that can set you apart from the others" [F/N] started, A follow up with purpose to comfort him.
[F/N] leaned in closer. The mask's eyes locking onto Genya's own in a staredown, One that made him feel that same insignificant way he did the first time. Like he was judging him, Looking straight into his soul.
"So, Genya. What do you excel at?" He asked.
The question reverberated in his ears. Genya knew it wasn't meant to be rude or invasive in anyway but he felt like his head was cut open, Like [F/N] was questioning this not to his face but to his very core down to the bottom.
He thought for a moment. Words ringing as he contemplated them over and over. Genya was physically fit, He could take a punch and could run faster than the average person yet it wasn't anything he was particularly great at.
But the skills pushed away in the back of his mind, They weren't something he was proud of and they weren't useful at all. But the prying gaze the man sported made him want to cough them up, Already spilling out.
"Well.. I'm not really good with a sword to be honest. I'm great at hitting targets though, As well as this.. Special kind of talent.." Genya mumbled. Almost regretting his last words as he let them out.
[F/N] hummed.
"Special kind of talent? You want to explain it to me?" [F/N] asked. A sudden undertone of curiosity playing on his tongue. Genya pulled his gaze away from the man, Watching his shoes as he contemplated his words.
"..Well, It's not really something I like to talk about but.. A few years ago I figured out that I could become a demon by eating their own flesh" Genya admitted, Slightly nervous as he looked back up at him. "..It's how I got past final selection in the first place.." He added.
[F/N]'s eyes narrowed. His stare made Genya feel more exposed yet it wasn't in the usual scorn he got when he told people. It was surprised, Maybe even a little intrigued.
"I see.. Well I've never heard anything like that before, Can't say I can give any advice on that front." [F/N] remarked, His look finally pulling away from him to longingly look at the sun once more.
"So you do have talents. Like you said you've got your demon eating as well as your skill in hitting targets, However neither of those are able to be turned into a breathing style." [F/N] concluded.
Genya felt himself deflate. He had been wanting to find [F/N] for weeks, Wanting an answer to his incompetence in breathing styles and his lack of skill. [F/N] was suppose to know so much about breathing styles and if he said that he couldn't then that was that.
He needed to become a Hashira, He wanted it so badly it churned in his stomach. A breathing style was a slayers life-blood, If he couldn't learn one then how-
"Ah, Whatever. It's not like a breathing style matters much anyways." [F/N] remarked as he gazed into the sun, Shrugging his shoulders as if it wasn't a big deal.
Genya's eyes widened, Looking up at him.
"What do you mean..?" He asked slowly, His words were an oddity. A breathing style was all everyone discussed in the corps, Their techniques and their types. Everything about them yet the strongest among them brushed it off like dust on his shoulder.
[F/N]'s eyes shined, Reflecting in the evening light.
"As I said, Our style is a reflection of us. It's not a breathing style that makes us strong, Genya. It's our strengths that make the breathing style. Maybe a breathing style is just not the mirror to reflect your strength so-" [F/N] cut himself off, Shoulders raising along with his eyebrows.
"Ah-! Hold on.." [F/N] muttered as he reached around to somewhere behind the log. Genya watched him rustle about, Muttering 'no' or 'not it' as he heard several things clinking and hitting against each other.
"Aha!" [F/N] called out in triumph as he turned back around and in his hands it was something that made Genya's eyes widen. Held with such 'nonchalantness' was a gun, A shotgun to be precise.
"Where did you get that?!" Genya gawked, Eyes locked onto the sudden weapon he wielded with such causality as he now noticed the open bag sitting behind the log.
"Got it while scavenging a demon's house.. Oyataka-sama has decided docked my pay until I start showing up to the Hashira meetings. Of course being the stubborn bastard that I am, Won't let him win so I've been taking stuff from the demons I slay and selling them in the villages." [F/N] groaned like a child not getting their way, Scratching the back of his head.
"Unfortunately though you can't really sell something like this in a small village so.. I was going to head to Tokyo after this to sell it there but, I suppose you'd get some use out of it." [F/N] said, A smirk appearing on the corners of his porcelain mask.
"Me?!" Genya exclaimed, Taken aback by the sudden proposition as he watched [F/N] push himself up from the log.
"Yeah, You. You said you were good at hitting targets, Right?" [F/N] didn't wait for an answer as he paced forward, Gun in hand as he beckoned Genya to follow him which he did quickly.
[F/N] stopped in front of the cliff, The sun shining bright onto the two of them. Genya watched as [F/N] flipped the gun around, Presenting him with the handle.
"Careful. You know how to use one of these?" [F/N] asked to which Genya nodded. Taking the polished wooden handle with utmost care, He looked it over and examined the metal.
"..Yeah, Only the basics though.." He replied yet was still enthralled with the craftsmanship of the shotgun.
"Great. Now here's what I'm gonna do." [F/N] reached down towards the ground, Stretching out his hand he grasped a handful of pebbles from within the grass and got back up.
"I'm gonna throw these off the cliff, Your job is to shoot them mid-air alright? Let's see if this is your special talent after all." [F/N] said, The smirk playing on his mask widened only a little more as he turned to the cliff.
He tossed Genya a bag full of ammo, To which he nodded gratefully and quickly loaded the gun if with a little difficulty.
"Ready?" [F/N] asked, Holding up a single pebble in his hand.
"Ready." Genya nodded. Raising the gun towards the sun he wiped the sweat and steadied his heartrate, Waiting on baited breath.
In a single toss the pebble was flung high into the cool air. Hurtling like stars through the sky and quickly dipping, Starting to fall into the ground.
BAM!
But in a pull of the trigger and a wince at the backlash, The pebble exploded into chunks in a burst of dust and stone leftover falling to the ground. It was completely destroyed within the second it flew, Split into a million pieces.
Genya's breath hitched, Surprised at his own outcome.
"Nice." [F/N] praised. "But that was just one, Not enough to prove your skill. So, Round two?"
"Right.." He said. Genya nodded then looked back at the sun, Ready for the second round.
And in another split second another flurry of rocks flew up into the air. Several dozen moving through the air like plane trails. Genya's eyes narrowed, His finger playing with the trigger.
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!
Several gunshots went off followed by more rocks exploding mid-air. Dust scattered across the atmosphere as more rocks were tossed, [F/N] not giving him a break for a minute.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Genya kept shooting, One after the other not a single rock spent a single second in the air without being hit. No stray bullet, His eyes locked onto every single pebble thrown like he had a homing system built into his mind.
BAM!
One final shot echoed out into the setting evening night. One final explosion of dust and rock falling away from the impact. Genya was breathing heavily, Looking for the next rock before realising there was no more.
The gun lowered in his hold, Falling to his side.
"Hey.. Nice job. I guess you really are skilled at this after all." [F/N] applauded, Now fully turning his body around to meet Genya. The way he looked at him now was filled with nothing but pride, The way an older brother might look at their younger sibling and one Genya hadn't had in a long time.
Genya showed a small smile through his exterior. Looking at [F/N] now he saw something deep within the god he appeared to be, Through the divine atmosphere surrounding him there was something undeniably human in there. Something warm and benevolent, Something that seemed locked away by his ethereal status.
"Thanks.." Genya muttered. His smile full of appreciation and flattered joy as he looked away. [F/N] raised a hand and placed it on his shoulder.
"You can keep the gun, Alright? You'll need to purchase the rounds yourself but I think that this will be much easier for you than a sword or needing to constantly eat demon meat." [F/N] said, Nodding once before removing his hand.
"Oh, By the way. If you still want to work under a Hashira, I'd go for Himejima Gyomei. Tell him I sent you, Okay?" [F/N] added to which Genya nodded gratefully.
Genya looked down at the gun, Looking from the wooden handle to the steel bound barrel. It was perfectly crafted if not for a scratch or two and it was the first gift anyone had given him in a long time. He chuckled lightly, Wiping away the tears building up in the corners of his eyes.
"Thank you, Fujimori-san but how can I ever repay yo-"
But by the time Genya went to thank him, He was already gone.
His presence disappearing into the sunlight leaving the boy standing stunned on the hill. The wind brushed through the grass and forest life, The serene quiet falling over him once more.
Genya's mouth closed, He nodded slowly as if to accept his current situation. While he hadn't gotten his goal of working under him he came out with something much more valuable, Both in the lesson he learned and the expensive quality of the gun.
He turned, Back facing the sun as he slowly made his way down the hill. Now his goal was to find The Stone Hashira and ask for his help and with the recommendation of Fujimori it felt like everything was falling into place.
Fujimori, The god in human clothing. His faded presence leaving a lasting effect as he went back down, A light and blessed kick in his step now.
He stood unshakeable above everyone else, At least that's what Genya thought anyways.
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[F/N] opened her eyes wide, Skin drenched in cold sweat as she gasped for air.
Shooting up on her futon she sat alert on the mattress. Shoulders raised high as if she was to be attacked, Fingers itching to draw her sword or throw a punch.
Though she calmed down when she was met with the cold darkness of her room. Her hair was a mess, Knotted and greasy from not showering and her nightwear was clammy from the amount of sweat she was secreting.
Her shoulders slumped. This was the first time in who knows how long that she had a dream, It wasn't the empty void of a restless slumber but instead a rekindled memory. An unusual kind of dream and one she had never had before.
It was usually just the blizzard or in recent cases the face-melting dream. This one was actually one she remembered, One that took place only a few months ago. The dream was when Sanemi's younger brother came for advice and she had given it readily.
[F/N] sighed. She recalled at the time how the boy looked at her, The way he thought she stood above the clouds themselves. It was a look that made her groan and feel icky, More than she already did with the dirt on her skin.
[F/N] remembered how much she took for granted the sun on her skin, The warmth of it like a featherlight touch and the embracing light that came upon her. Not to mention the wind as she stood on the cliffs edge, The soft breeze as her sandals near tipped off.
It was such a beautiful evening. It was only until the sky was now only a dark void that she wished she could see the sun once more.
[F/N] wiped her brow full of sweat. She groaned and flipped her legs over the side of the frame and slowly stood up on aching legs. She was glad though, Recently it took a good few hours before she could even dare to get up. The nightmare did have a sliver lining at least.
Her bare feet hit the old wooden floorboards as she pushed herself up. Remembering the events of yesterday [F/N] hummed. Pulling back her pillow she saw the sixteen separate tallies.
[F/N] slowly etched another tally beside the lonely tail to the side, Her uncut nails making it easy to do so. Seventeen sleeps, The information put onto the wall now.
Akaza was now in her corner. He was now available for handing in small items of use and providing information, Of which she already knew what she was going to ask now that she had slept on it.
Whenever he did show up that was. Whether it was Kokushibo or Akaza on shift she had no clue, But as she moved over to the vanity desk and averted her eyes from the mirror she knew that it was only a matter of time until she found out.
Though, She'd need to fix her appearance first. For weeks she had been putting it off, Brushing it away with the excuse of it being no big deal but as she felt the grime on her skin and the knots in her hair she knew she'd need to fix it.
So instead of throwing on another kimono she instead tossed a lotus-patterned one over her shoulder and headed out the room, Going to see if there really was a bathing place here after all.
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The pull of a string, The small drops of water building up into a rushing flood.
The bamboo irrigation pipe was pulled down from the wall, Letting a gush of running water flow down and into the empty pit below.
[F/N] stood on the wooden rim of the square-shaped bath, Her bare feet touching the somewhat dusty birch wood flooring as she watched the already steaming water start to fill up the pit.
Walking over to a small drawer built into the wall she pulled it open. A burst of dust was released making [F/N] cough and wheeze, Wafting away the soot with her hand she peered inside only to be met with an incense set.
It was old and unused for assumedly a long time but that didn't matter to her as she smiled, The incense always being something she enjoyed when she use to take her baths back at the shrine. The cherry lotus always being her favourite scent.
Luckily while wandering around one of the previously unwandered parts of the shrine she had came across the bath houses. And fortunately they were only mildly dusty, Easily cleaned up by the first shower of water she sprayed into it beforehand.
Speaking of the water [F/N] didn't really want to think about where it came from. Hopefully not the ocean outside, But if that was the case then the water would be a slightly murky and translucent liquid and not the clear water that was flooding down into the bath now.
[F/N] was glad at least. Grabbing the two incense sticks she struck one against the matchbox provided. Slightly raising it up to her nose she expected the usual scent of cherry lotus.
But as she inhaled in the only thing she smelt was the delicate bitterness of lotus, There was absolutely no cherry to be found. Instead it was the new yet old smell of fresh water flowers entering her lungs.
A disappointed frown spread across her face. The lack of the sweet aroma mixing with the bitter was an unwelcome sensation, Though the stick had already started turning black she set it back down into the tin with the new smell starting to diffuse amongst the room.
The bath had now raised to a fair level and with the pull of the string once more the irrigation pipe raised back up into the wall, Water going with it as it clicked back into place.
[F/N] didn't take any time to set her foot down on the first step, Water pooling around her ankles as she took another few steps down the stairs until the water reached her midsection.
She winced slightly, The water stinging her injury but it didn't deter her in anyway as it reached her shoulders then her neck. [F/N] was completely submerged now, All except from her head.
[F/N] was left to bask in the warm embrace of the water. It was quiet, The only sounds being the sparks of incense and the sound of water sloshing against each other at any little movement she made. It all left her vulnerable to her thoughts.
Floating in the little lake she made for herself she could only focus on the lotus lilt drifting around the room. The cherry that was missing made it feel so incomplete, [F/N] didn't even know why but as she inhaled it in she could feel an undeniable hole in her heart.
Her plan, She needed to focus on her plan out of here. Luckily she has access to Akaza now so with that in mind she laid down the steps in her mind.
Get the proper information: Akaza was a useful source so she needed to gather information. Where the exit was and perhaps where Kokushibo was storing her mask and sword.
Plan out an escape route and time from there. It was a difficult decision whether to do it while Kokushibo was here in the shrine during the day or while Akaza was here and Kokushibo was out there in the night.
Get the sword and mask. [F/N] didn't think he would've destroyed them or tossed them, They were nigh indestructable and highly valuable so it wouldn't make sense if he did. Afterwards, Step four.
Escape.
It was a four step plan. One that seemed much easier in her head than would be put into practice, Either way once she was finished with her bath she'd need to write it down and hide it in-between her bedframe.
Taking the oil sat on the edge of the bath she popped the seal, [F/N] let the lavender scented liquid pool in her hands and rubbed it between her palms. Raising her hands to her hair she started to massage the oil into her scalp.
Anyways she had somewhat of a plan now. Well, the bare bones of it but she was trying to focus on the positive here.
[F/N] would still need to find a way to deal with Kokushibo, She'd still need to figure out what time would be best to leave or what time it was at all. [F/N] had all the time in the world however, There was barely anything to do here anyways.
[F/N] continued massaging the oil into her previously greasy hair, Feeling the grime washing out of her overgrown and choppy locks into the bath water below. It was somewhat therapeutic, Her nerves had been on edge lately but as her shoulders relaxed she could feel her heartrate slow down with it.
[F/N] tilted her head back, Body now lying on top of the water of which was keeping her afloat. The bathhouse was surprisingly cosy and warm, This was probably the most calm she had felt in weeks.
[F/N] didn't want to remember the last time she took a bath. Last time she had sunk so low into the water, Sunk so low that water started to invade her lungs and leave a lasting effect afterwards.
She moved her palm down to her chest. [F/N] felt the water running down her skin, Pressing it close to her heart. The pain had completely healed now, Probably from the amount of rest she had while unconscious. A silver lining at least.
[F/N] tossed her head to the side as she continued to work the oil into her hair, Running her fingers through the ties and knots built up in it all easily coming loose. She shut her eyes, Focusing of the rhythm of her hands through the strands.
Her body felt like jello in the water, The warmth flooding her system like the pool rushing around her like ocean waves. She leaned her head back, Shoulders slumping as she let all her worries leave her system.
She sighed, Breath exiting her lungs as th-
BANG! BANG! BANG!
[F/N] jolted up from the water.
She took in a sharp gasp of air, Eyes shooting open at the sudden scream of noise hitting at the door. [F/N] raised up from the water, Head snapping towards the door.
"W-Who's there, I'm busy!" [F/N] called out, Suprised from the abrupt intrusion as her eyes looked at the door like a ticking explosive. It was silent, Only for a moment.
"Kokushibo.. Who else would it be?" Kokushibo called back out from behind the door. His voice was muffled yet [F/N] could hear his signature voice from behind it, Topped with the usual cold and indifferent tone.
[F/N] groaned lightly, Rubbing her temples. What could he want? For days since the dinner incident he had been avoiding her and ignoring her in favour of his "No respect or gratitude until you start behaving" rule.
Has he really given up in that rule? What could he want with her now, She hadn't done anything at all except.. Did he find out she had been talking to Akaza?
[F/N] swallowed. For Inari's sake she hoped not, He was her ticket out of here and she couldn't risk losing him. Hoping for the best she opened her mouth to respond.
"F-Figure of speech! What do you want..?" [F/N] muttered out, Resting her hands on the edge of the poolside. She made sure to emphasise the irritation in her voice, The only form of protest she could muster right now.
"Show some respect and adress me in proper honorifics, Girl.. Now are you decent?" Kokushibo hissed in response to her tone. [F/N] gulped in return and shook off the cold sweat.
She sighed.
"..Fine, Kokushibo-sama.. I am not decent." She emphasised again, Feeling a slight uncomforting taste on her tongue as she said it. "May I please ask what you want with me?"
[F/N] heard nothing for a few moments, Her eyes stuck on the door wondering if she had done anything wrong before she heard a deep sigh.
"That'll do.. Once you are done with your bath.. I expect you to get dressed and meet me out in the courtyard.. You are aware of how to get there, Correct?" Kokushibo inquired, His voice still rough but less irritated now.
"Yeah.." [F/N] replied cautiously. He wants to meet? In the courtyard? What could he possibly want that warrants her presence in the courtyard? [F/N] could feel her stomach turn, This couldn't be good.
"Alright then.. Make it quick and do not keep me waiting." Kokushibo ordered. [F/N] listened close as she heard his heavy footsteps trail off down the hallway, Feeling the vibrations through the door. All until she couldn't hear or feel anything of him anymore.
As soon as she knew he was gone, She pushed her head into her palms and groaned. [F/N], Foolish of to think he'd leave her alone. Whatever hope she had left of that was now diminished into water foam.
She shook her head. [F/N] rested her hands upon the rim of the pool, She pushed herself up and hoisted her bare body over the side until she was completely out of the water, Save for the droplets dripping down her skin.
[F/N] got to her feet, Her steps leaving watermarks on the floorboards as she grabbed the towel hanging on the rack and tied it around her body.
Kokushibo, The thought of what he could want reverberated in her mind like a yell in a cavern. [F/N] just hoped to Inari that it wouldn't mean any roadblocks in her path, She hoped it wouldn't affect her escape at all.
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[F/N] walked down the chilling hallways of the shrine. By now her hair was only damp and her skin revitalized from the recent bath, A welcome change from the grime and dirt covering her head to toe.
Her footsteps stopped. In front of her stood the courtyard doors, As she reached a hand out to the knob she could feel the faint brush of heat coming from the other side. Enticing, Yet she kept her hand firmly rested on the doorknob.
She stared at the silver gripped in her hand. Kokushibo was on the other side of this door, The sheer acknowledgement of that made her want to puke. [F/N] didn't want to spend time with him or talk to him in any way but by the tone in his voice she knew it wasn't a debatable option.
[F/N] ran her fingers through her hair and adjusted her lotus-patterned kimono. A beautiful emerald sunset of fabric brushing against her fingertips, It fit perfectly well and suited her figure to the fullest.
Taking a deep breath in she turned the knob.
The door opened with a click, Easily pushed open by [F/N] as the light started to dance on her face making her squint.
She walked in, Closing the door behind her as she walked down the dark hall towards the light. The warmth getting more and more evident as she went, Near tickling on her skin as she finally reached the end.
The warm light finally washed over her entire figure, Her semi-blurry vision met with the towering Hyperion tree flourishing in the centre. It's leaves were as green as always, It's branches producing ripe apples.
It was a welcome sight, Almost enough to steady her nerves as she looked down under the shade of the blossoming leaves. There stood her captor, Standing strong underneath the shadows.
His back was facing her, He stood under the tree with his stance wide and strong. The samurai appearance he sported was on full display now as she noticed his flesh forged sword drawn and placed in front of him, Supporting him.. Not like he needed it, Though.
Kokushibo. As much as she hated him, Loathed him in every way possible [F/N] could not say he wasn't dignified, An honourable man if she didn't know the full extent of who he was and what he was capable of.
Kokushibo cocked his head to the side, Three golden eyes landing on her small figure in the doorframe looking up at him. His expression was emotionless and cold as he turned around to face her in that same position.
"You've arrived.. That took longer than expected.." Kokushibo remarked. His jabbing gaze scrutinizing every little inch of her like a hawk closing in, One that made [F/N] feel nervous.
"..What can I say? This is kind of on short notice..- Kokushibo-sama." She quickly added on the name and honorifics to try and balance out her previous statement. It worked apparently, Evident by his lack of emotional change.
"It doesn't matter.. While you are here you should be ready to come when I call.. If I want you to dress or act a certain way you shall do so.. Do you understand why?" Kokushibo asked, Eyes expecting her to know the answer.
[F/N] bit her tongue, Both in thought and effort not to bite back at him.
"Because.. Because.." She mumbled.
"-Because I am the head of this family as well as your older brother.. You may still be confused but that does not excuse you.. So, Hold your tongue when you are with me.." Kokushibo said slowly, Almost as if he was spelling it out to a toddler.
Hold my tongue? What do you think I'm doing? Either way no matter how much he enraged her she didn't want to send another jab back, Not unless she wanted to invoke his wrath that is.
Kokushibo took a few steps down from where he was standing under the Hyperion. His figure becoming more illuminated as he was only a metre away from her now, Much to her displeasure.
"So.. About the last time we spoke.. Have you thought over my words at all? The coincidences in your nightmares.. Do they make any more sense to you?" He asked. Though his face was stone cold [F/N] could see the dirt in the cracks, He was curious, That much she could tell.
In all honesty it hadn't left her mind. While she hadn't had it at the forefront, No, She had other things to think about. It was always a parasite eating away at the back of her brain, Things she'd lie awake at night mulling over or think about when she chewed on her food.
The coincidence was no longer coincidence, Instead it had turned into correlation. There was no way it was just a match of chance. Everything matched up from the setting to the bleeding wounds it was all up to the tea.
At first it alarmed her, It made her panicked. Her religion believed in energy passing back to the environment, Not reincarnation: A Buddhist belief. It was an existential crisis only put off by her meeting with Akaza, Barely at that.
But as time passed on and as she was left to her thoughts, The more she started to come to terms with her situation.
Reincarnation. Shintoism has always been hand in hand with Buddhism, Things mixed between the two faiths so she supposed that it wouldn't be too out of line that reincarnation was the next step.
Just like she came to terms with her location at the shrine she became more at ease with the reincarnation theory. Not comfortable, Not at all but she was managing.
Even so the chances of her being related to the Uppermoon one then becoming a Hashira to fight him hundreds of years in the future. That was the hardest part to wrap her head around but she had to if she wanted to escape.
So she swallowed it down, Kept it hidden before opening her mouth to speak.
"Well if I am speaking in all honesty, I kind of believe you?" [F/N] stated, A casual remark as if explaining the sky was blue. A remark that made Kokushibo raise a brow.
"But.. Even so.. Even if I was related to you in the past doesn't mean we are now. I.. We're not siblings, I.. I have been reincarnated into a new life. I don't mean to offend you.. Kokushibo-sama, But I'm just not your little sister anymore." [F/N] shrugged her shoulders and if she didn't have her hands slack to her sides in view of him she would've crossed her fingers.
Kokushibo stood there seemingly thinking over her words. His eyebrows lowered once more as he looked down at her and took in a sharp breath of air.
"..It seems like you didn't understand what I said at all.." He concluded, A slight shake of his head and the roll of his middle eyes showed that completely. The absolute delusion made [F/N]'s skin crawl more than it already was.
"No matter.. As has been made clear to you we have all the time in the world for me to help you understand your situation better.." Kokushibo turned away from her, Leaving [F/N] in confusion.
"Is.. Is that all? Can I go?" [F/N] asked slowly, Testing the waters as she watched him march back over to the Hyperion tree with curious eyes.
"No.. I didn't just bring you out here for a catch up.. I called you out here because I want to see your swordsmanship.." Kokushibo replied. He reached over to somewhere behind the Hyperion tree, Reaching his toned arm out he grabbed and raised a wooden practice sword.
[F/N]'s lips parted, Seemingly breathless at the sight of the sword. Out of all the things she expected to be doing today it wasn't showing off her lack of swordsmanship to her captor.
"But.. But didn't you see enough back at the shrine, You know.. When you fought me?" [F/N] asked, Mouth wide and agape as she gawked at the sword. Kokushibo took a few more steps towards her, The wooden sword held in both his hands.
"Yes.. However I want to see it more up close.. Without the use of my own breathing technique. I want to examine your skill.. Your form and your footwork.. From what I did see back at your shrine it was some of the best I have met." Kokushibo said.
It was an unusual compliment coming from him, Mostly due to the stark contrast in the way he said it. Walking forward a few more steps Kokushibo presented her with the practice sword.
[F/N]'s arms reached out, Her fingers shaking as she grasped the bamboo fibre handle of the sword and took it into her hands. The cool timber resting within her palms as she surveyed the woodwork.
"So.. Do you want me to do a few stances or..?" She trailed off, Waiting for him to finish the sentence for her as he took a few strides back from her.
He didn't respond, Not vocally as he only drew his own blade from it's biological hilt. The fleshy muscle of what should've been metal pulsated like it was alive, Wretched eyes sticking out to stare at her small form below her.
"No.. Instead I want you to face against me.. A one on one fight without the use of my own breathing style." He announced and as the last letter left his mouth her eyes shot open wide like saucers.
"W-What?! But I'm still injured, I can't fight you!" [F/N] exclaimed, Words babbling out on instinct as she gawked at the living blade. Disgust and repulsion revering on her tongue as she spoke. Kokushibo hummed.
"Not in a proper fight.. No.. Which is why I am promising to be gentle with you.. Nothing that might strain or impede your injury's near full recovery.." Kokushibo said, Eyeing her up and down with a glint in his eye.
Almost as if he knew something.
[F/N] gulped, Eyeline drifting away from his.
Kokushibo didn't hesitate to hold his blade to the side, A casual stance and a basic one at that. His entire demeanour radiated danger and his voice spoke forward.
"Lets begin.." He stated. "To start us off.. Your only task is to land a hit on me. Nothing more, Nothing less.." Kokushibo said. An open task as she looked at him, Unsure and nervous while she raised the wooden blade in her own stance.
[F/N] didn't move an inch however. A cold sweat running down her brow as she bit her lip, Her mind seemed to race a thousand miles per hour yet her feet stood fixed onto the smooth ground of the courtyard.
"Well..? Are you going to make your move.. Or would you prefer it if I do mine first?" His words a suggestion yet a threat was held in the undertones, Dark and inferring.
It was also everything [F/N] needed to steel her nerves and put a single foot in front of the other, Until her slow march became a faltered run. Her practice sword drawn to her side as [F/N] charged at him.
tap, Tap, TAP, TAP!
Her footsteps grew louder, Her knees bended as she launched herself up into the air with her sword swinging.
Kokushibo raised his own in turn, Drawing it back and launching it forward with both swords creating rushing winds by their sheer force.
CLASH!
The bamboo sword collided with the flesh of his own sword. Bits of splinter burst out from the impact yet it wasn't enough to shatter her sword.
[F/N] gritted her teeth. Still in the air she drew her sword back once more, Eyes locked onto his open neck as she swung it down harder, Quicker and with more burning desire to slice open his jugular.
CLASH! SLASH! THUMP! SLASH!
Her sword hit against his over and over with a sudden rage brought up in her. Kokushibo on the other hand didn't break a sweat, Effortlessly stepping to the side and lazily raising his sword to perfectly block every little one of her attacks.
Her steps were light as her sword danced in the air. Her technique wasn't usual. Kokushibo noted her fighting style was similar to that of a Shrine-maidens dance, Graceful and coordinated yet had a touch of ferality and desperation in every sway of the bamboo.
"Hmph.. Try and steady your footwork there, You are missing several turns you should be making.." Kokushibo commented as he watched her featherlight steps on the ground, One's that seemed perfect to her. Hair catching in her face as she went.
"I-I'm doing my footwork fine! Maybe if you give me the mask and sword I'd give you a proper demonstration!" [F/N] replied yet she never strayed from his neck. Sword swinging and hurtling down hard only to be blocked yet again by his fleshy blade.
"..No, They've been confiscated for your own good.. You're not getting them back" Kokushibo replied as he swayed his blade, Confirming that her items were not destroyed.
His own movements were absolutely flawless as he blocked another one of her attacks. Even though [F/N] wasn't as good at her swordsmanship in her normal form this was just ridiculous, She could still do a good few moves yet he kept dodging and weaving around her.
Maybe it was the anger that was putting her off, The way his dry lips turned into a small smile as he fought with her made her enraged. It was the way both the eyes on his face and the ones on his sword shone with enjoyment.
[F/N] hurled in the air, Tossing and turning until her body landed a few metres away from him. Low, Crouched and out of breath as she looked up at his untouchable form through the mess of her hair.
"Hm.. Already tired? I expected more of you.. Little one.." Kokushibo said with his flat voice yet the taunt perceived by [F/N] didn't go unnoticed.
"I've been asleep for weeks.. I'm injured and I'm doing this in these blocky sandals.. What more do you want from me?" She panted, Gesturing to her maiden sandals she wore. Body burning from the smallest exercise she's had in ages.
It didn't make sense to her either. If he wanted to see her technique then he should of waited until she was fully healed from the cut on her abdomen, Why did he want to do this? He wasn't even putting any effort in so.. Why?
"I want to see your breathing style.. What was it.. Soul breathing?" Kokushibo remembered, Spare hand pointing up beside him in recollection. "Hm, Yes.. Why don't you attempt to use your breathing style? ..It was rather impressive the last time I saw it.."
[F/N] pressed a hand to the dirt ground, Pushing herself up with effort as she stumbled a bit.
Her eyes dragged themselves up to him, A look of disbelief and raw defeat permeating through them as she tried to steady her breathing. As his proposition rang in her mind, So did the sunset, So did the breeze on her skin and the ledge of the cliff.
"I can't use my breathing style.. I.. I just can't.." She sighed, Shaking her head as the grip on her bamboo sword loosened. Fingers leaving the hilt as it skittered to the ground with a light thud.
Kokushibo's eyes narrowed.
"Why? Your lungs seem fine.." Kokushibo said, Eyes running down her chest to examine her lungs with transparent world. To him they were fine, Not a scratch or tear to be seen in the organ.
"..I need to be in a good headspace to use Soul Breathing.. I can't just wake up and use it I need to meditate or- or read a book-! Or- Something.." [F/N] sighed. She was slouched over as she turned away.
"..Where are you going?" Kokushibo called out. His voice was no longer commanding nor was it entirely void of feeling, She could make out the genuine confusion. One which she mutually shared when she heard it.
"I'm gonna go read a book.. Or meditate.. I dunno.." [F/N] mumbled as she dragged her feet out of the courtyard and down the shadowing hallway. She didn't even look back as she pushed the door open lazily.
But as she stepped into the hallway she could see the dark shadow stretched, Hiding the pooling light from the opened door. [F/N] sighed softly, Cocking her head to the side.
"Yes.. Kokushibo-sama?" She mumbled as courteously as she could. Looking up at his towering figure with an exhausted if not semi-nervous gaze.
Kokushibo in turn didn't say much. The shadow casted over him made his expression murky and unseen by the girl in front of him, [F/N] waited on baited breath for what he wanted now. What more he could want after destroying her illusion of semi-competency in the one thing she could do?
He sighed, Breath almost visible as it escaped his mouth.
"..You are not going walk away easily next time.. The reason I brought you out to oppose me is to teach you dignity while in my presence.. You practice a dignified art while you realise the dynamic in place.." Was all Kokushibo said. Cold and commandant as if she was nothing under his thumb, An insect under the shoe.
[F/N] expected to feel the nervous chill run down her back, The quirk of her lip or her cowering form but instead she responded with.. Nothing..
It was weird, Strange to no end and distracting her from the man in front of her. [F/N]'s brows knitted together as she mulled over it. Was it because she was use to it by now?
Before looking back up at him with a defeated acknowledgement.
"..Understood, Kokushibo-sama." [F/N] replied. Bowing down in a show of faux respect though not thought out. It was just a natural response at this point as she raised her back to its original posture.
Kokushibo looked down into her eyes, Watching and listening the obedient demeanour she handed to him. It was one he had been going after for a long time, Yet it was one that felt like rocks in his intestines.
"[F/N].. Come here.." He commanded and he promptly watched her take a few steps forward, All until she was only one foot apart and he could feel her body heat radiate off of her skin.
Kokushibo reached into the side of his kimono, Searching through the inner pockets of the beehive patterned lavender he pulled out a small trinket looking thing and held it in-between his clawed hands.
[F/N] squinted to look at it through the shadows. Though her eyes softened once she realised what it was.
"I will keep coming to collect you.. From now on this will become a regular part of your schedule.. Though during our fight and our passing in the hallways.. I couldn't help but notice your hair, It's rather.. Overgrown.." Kokushibo said.
His hand reached out. The thing he held in his fingers was a hairclip, A beautiful sapphiric jewel in the shape of a lotus flower. One with gold trimmings and plated pearl ribbons flowing down from it. It looked expensive, Near precious luxury.
Kokushibo's clawed hand took her overgrown and choppy locks into his hands, [F/N] only flinched a bit. Though his expression was cold and harsh his touch was gentle as he took the clip and set it down into her hair.
Finally the overgrown mess of her hair was out of her face. [F/N] stood there confused and frozen in place as she raised a hand to examine the clip. Her fingertips brushed the lukewarm lotus jewel, Feeling so alien in her grasp.
"There.. Be grateful for this.. As soon as you start to get back to your old self the luxuries like this one will be more.. Abundant.." Kokushibo spoke. His arm finally pulling back to his side.
[F/N]'s vision was locked onto her shoes. Her fingers still dancing on the lotus as if trying to test if it was real, The action confounded her to no degree as she shook her head.
"No.. What did th-"
But as soon as she looked back up his shadow was gone, His aura dissipating into the drafty air in the hallway. [F/N]'s eyes widened at the sudden disappearance, Head looking back and forth to find him with futile results.
Once he was gone however, She stood there silently. Contemplating her situation.
[F/N] felt a spark start to flicker in her stomach, A small lighter clicking over and over again. It sizzled and hissed, It started to burn and scorch her insides. It was another feeling she recognised well yet welcomed like an early morning guest.
It was anger, It was frustration. He had called her out to the courtyard only to spar with her, Hit her to the ground and show her exactly why she was incompetent in the ways she was already painfully aware.
Afterwards he tried to quell the situation with a promise of the situation repeating and a tiny little hairpin. Did he expect to buy her old self with promises of riches and luxury? The one she had only one, Maybe two dreams of.
It was ridiculous but she was glad. At least she had some anger left in her, The rest of it turned into defeated compliance. [F/N] still held onto that sense of self, Grasping at it for dear life.
Either way, A neuron clicked in her mind.
[F/N] could no longer feel Kokushibo's presence lurking around in the shrine, Nowhere near her anyways. This most likely meant that he left entirely, Therefore Akaza should be arriving anytime now.
A small smirk tugged at the corners of her lips. Finally, It was time to put step one into action. Her plan of getting out of here will now commence.
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The floorboards creaked, Depressing under Akaza's firm march. Finally, Kokushibo had left. It took him long enough, Long enough for Akaza to get his fill on human meat and search for the blue spider lily.
Of course as usual he came up empty handed leaving a bitter aftertaste to swallow down the flesh.
The breeze ran past him as he walked down the winding docks. The labyrinth of spiderweb architecture stretched on forever as he neared the shrine in the distance, Towering above everything below it.
Just like he did every night he made his way, The building in the distance getting closer and closer until he could make out the walls of wooden window shutters. Akaza made out the rocky red tiles and the Hyperion tree bursting out from the top, Leaves in bloom as he stepped onto the main deck.
Though the dandelion hues of his eyes focused on the artistry of the shrine before his irises now homed in on a different target, One sat under the shade, Sitting slumped on the porch as she leaned up against the banister.
"Hey.. Took you long enough.." [F/N] yawned as she watched Akaza approach. She stretched her arms up into the air before using the banister to pull herself to her feet.
"You've been waiting for me?" Akaza questioned as his eyes narrowed in on her tired form. He looked over her, Seeing the bottom of her lotus-woven kimono pattered in dirt.
"Yep.. Maybe for like, An hour or so?" [F/N] pondered "I dunno.. It's just been a while" She concluded, Shrugging her shoulders as she began to trail down the porch steps to meet him.
Akaza 'tched.
"Why? Wait.. No, Scratch that.. You're here about the deal, You want something" Akaza realised as she came to a halt in front of him, Only a few metres away she nodded lazily.
"Bingo, Right on the money.. Wouldn't be here talking to you otherwise." [F/N] said as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
"Yeah alright then.." Akaza looked her up and down. "So what do you want?"
"Well I have a few things, You know.. Information and maybe a few materials depending on the former. It's really not much so.. First of all-" [F/N] cut herself off once she noticed the expression on Akaza's face.
"Hey! Are you even listening? Can't just ask what I want and proceed to ignore me." [F/N] chided as she seen Akaza's gaze far off and looking away from her. He seemed to be focusing on something behind her, Making her turn.
[F/N] snapped her head round and followed his line of sight up to the top of the shrine. At first all she could see was the infinite nothingness and the temple surrounding it, But as [F/N] narrowed her eyes to focus she could see a flash of black and blue darting around.
"What the.." [F/N] didn't get to finish her sentence as she felt a hand wrap around her wrist and yank her in the opposite direction. Her body near fell forward as she was dragged by the wrist inside the temple at quick speeds.
"We can't speak here." Was all Akaza said as he started to march off at a quick pace.
"Get off-! What the hell is wrong with you?" [F/N] yelped as Akaza dragged her along. She noticed the alarmed expression on his face and the scowl that chased it, He didn't respond to her he pulled her down the hallway.
After a few minutes of what seemed to be searching he yanked open a shoji door. He wasted no time on pulling her inside and shutting it, Only then did he let go of her wrist to let her back away from him.
"Why'd you do that.. Ugh, Thought you didn't hurt women.." [F/N] muttered angrily as she rubbed her sore wrist, The skin aching as she tended to it.
They seemed to be standing in an empty room of the shrine. The only thing inside was a few vanities and the floors layered with a tatami mat. It was cold and dark like the rest of the shrine yet it was quiet, The usual sounds of the ocean or the settling of the shrine's structure was gone.
The entire room seemed to be soundproof, Either due to the material of the walls and door or the thickness of it. Akaza seemed to have chosen well, Most likely sensing it as he stood there agitated.
"We couldn't speak there.. Otherwise we would've got caught doing this.." Akaza replied, Pinching his temples which were already pushed together by his knitted brows. [F/N] noticed his high risen shoulders and felt the aura coming off of him.
Akaza hoped that he had thrown Kaigaku off his trail after spotting him prowling around on the rooftops. He hoped that it would buy the two of them time to get their dealings over with.
"Why? Don't tell me Kokushibo is here.." [F/N] pleaded, Her heart dropping in her chest at the mere thought that they would get caught in the middle of their trade.
Akaza shook his head.
"Hell no.. We'd already be dead if that's the case." Akaza said. [F/N] sighed in response, Her drumming heart slowing to a slow beat as she nodded.
"Right.. Then who is?" She asked, To which Akaza responded with a scowl as he recalled.
"Upper six.. The bastard works under Kokushibo as a student similar to how Demon Slayers- If you know what they are, Train their own.. Turns out he's been following you for weeks on Upper one's orders." Akaza reveals.
[F/N]'s jaw dropped. Her mouth left agape as she gawked at him, The information a complete surprise to her. How did I not notice him? The thought ran through her head at lightning speed, She was usually able to pinpoint a location from someone's aura but this time she was left in the dark.
"Let me get this straight.. So Upper six has been following me around for weeks, I haven't noticed him at all and now your telling me he's Kokushibo's what? Tsuguko?" Though the weight of the situation started to sit in, [F/N] couldn't help but feel baffled.
This was an issue. If he was watching her, Tracking her every movement and following her around her possibility of escape or doing stuff unseen dwindled to a thread.
Akaza raised a brow.
"Tsuguko.. How do you know that word?" Akaza questions. His suspicions raised with his guard once she spoke of the term used near exclusively by the slayers.
[F/N] huffed.
"Akaza.. I'm a Hashira." [F/N] responded, Almost as if it was obvious.
"What?!" Akaza exclaimed. His eyes widening and his eyebrows raising to their peak height as he glared at her with a newfound scorn. He looked her up and down, Her body structure to the way she carried herself. A Hashira, Impossible.
"I know I don't look the cut, Akaza, Trust me I know.. But I just happen to be one, Okay?" [F/N] explained, Dragging her eyes away from him.
She seemed to be taking this whole thing like it was nothing yet the revelation shocked the demon she spoke to like a bolt of lightning.
"Can we just get back to the deal? I don't want to get into this and we said we wouldn't get personal" [F/N] reminded, Exasperated.
Akaza looked at her once more, Up and down a final time before he nodded.
"..Fine.. Alright.." He conceded though the look glimmering under the darkness of the room still stuck out like the speck of a star within a night sky, Staring at her, Questioning her motives.
"Good. So as I was saying I do have a few questions.." [F/N] said. Starting to pace around the empty room, Her footsteps were light as she spoke.
"One, How the hell do you get out of here in the first place?" [F/N] asked, Raising her hands and looking at Akaza expectantly.
He sighed.
"I travel through several cracks or separations in the water. We're in what we call the Infinity castle and the layout outside of this section is wide and cavernous.. If you try to escape through those ways the drop would kill you.." Akaza explained, Several hand motions backing him up as he did.
[F/N] hummed, Taking in his words as her mind started to wander.
"And that's it? There's no more exits?" [F/N] mumbled to herself.
"Correct. Even if your weak little human body was able to stay intact after the fall, You'd need to deal with finding the exit door, Which is one of thousands in the entire castle and controlled entirely by the biwa demon." Akaza replied.
[F/N] bit her lip and her face scrunched up. While she hadn't seen the outside of this sector, The way Akaza described it seemed like it was a fortress. A labyrinth more complex than the one she was in right now.
"Great.. Just great.." [F/N] said, Her hands raising to her head and carding through her hair in annoyance. Her hands however were blocked by her lotus hairpin, Still freshly placed into the side of her head.
"There isn't any other escape, I haven't searched because I never needed to." He shrugged.
"Alright then.. How about the looping affect around the shrine?" [F/N] asked, Hands raised to her hips.
"Hm?" Akaza questioned to which [F/N] huffed.
"..Everytime I try to run away through the docks I end up coming back to the other side of the shrine. Is this a natural affect or does this have something to do with this 'Biwa demon' character?" She asked.
Akaza hummed.
"Don't know.. Probably is the Biwa Demon but I can't be sure. I've never had that sort of issue however.." He said, Folding his arms over his chest.
[F/N] shook her head. So far her questioning had gotten her nowhere.
There was no viable escape from what he said. If she tried to escape through the 'cracks' in the water or whatever he said, [F/N] would instantly be killed from the drop.
And The Infinity Castle, Though she had brushed off the weight of the name before it now seemed much more.. Well, Infinite. Thousands of doors he described, Thousands of doors that could be her exit as well as her failure.
"Right.. You know what? Take me to the so called cracks in the water. I want to see them for myself and make an opinion on my own." [F/N] concluded, Raising her head and eyeline to match Akaza's own.
He 'tched.
"As I said. It won't do any good for you. It's impossible to escape that way with the things you have right now." Akaza emphasised his words more clearly, Spelling it out to her with an edge like a knife.
"I don't care, I'd like to see it and if you want Kokushibo's head you'll do it." [F/N] said with the same tone he did, Taking a few steps towards him and getting up in his face like she usually did. Akaza responded in his usual kind, The scrunch up of his nose and a twitch of his eye.
"Watch your tone.. If you were a man I would've already killed you and wear your guts as trophies" Akaza hissed. His teeth were bared as if to lunge at her yet he held back.
[F/N] chuckled. A cold and emotionless sound reverberating in her throat.
"You say that like I'd be opposed to it." She responded with a malicious smile, One that made Akaza's eyebrows lower in confusion. She shook her head once before backing away from him, Folding her arms over her kimono and looking at him.
"So? Are you gonna take me there or not?" [F/N] asked, Now staring at him with a more confident and controlled look as she tilted her head.
Akaza groaned at her insistence. His shoulders going slack in annoyance as he looked back with a scowl.
"Sure, Whatever. But once you see it you'll find out how hopeless it is."
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ch. xlix - bogus
fashion mogul!mingi × reader
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things aren't always what it seems but when even the truth is left unheard, what can people do? one musn't lie but what if the lie is more accepted than the truth? the scariest thing in this world isn't monsters or demons. it's people with no agenda and time to waste.
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You were bored out of your mind. You didn't know why you needed to be in the hospital anyways since technically speaking, you were alright. It was Mingi who was paranoid beyond his mind.
Of course you had company like your friends and Mingi and sometimes San and Wooyoung drops by with Seonghwa who came to drop some work for Mingi. But you still felt useless. You tried asking your manager about workload but they told you to just focus on your recovery which was a load off your mind. But between the daytime tv and the nurses who came in to take a peek at the hot guy brooding in the corner that you had to inform is the father of your baby, you were no better than mr. Han who's trying to get his bowel untwisted in the next room.
Your train of thoughts were cut off by Mingi who reentered your room with a frown on his face. "What's wrong?" You asked, instinctively making Mingi shoot his head up at you before looking back down to his phone as he shook his head, "Nothing, just... Stuff," he mumbled.
It had been two days since you've been in the hospital and it had been two days since Mingi got close to you. The look of worried on Mingi's face when he helped you escape the mob haunted you every hour not to mention his tight grip on your body. You could still feel the slight tremble of his hands in the car on the way to the hospital while Yunho throw him profanities the whole way. You were sure Mingi was trembling because of Yunho's threats but you changed your mind when you felt him toying the fabric of your coat near your tiny bump where bean rest, now nestled safely with its parents. You wanted to slap yourself for even thinking about it that way because while you will parent, you and Mingi have yet to agree to be a parenting unit. Then again you and he never agreed that he wouldn't, you just sort of decided that he wouldn't because of what he called you. So against your (and your friends') better judgement, you need to have the talk with Mingi because as much as he has fucked up, he was still involved in the conception of bean. Now all you have to do is get Mingi to look at you.
"We need to talk," awesome, you just shot a guy who's obviously timid and keeping his distance straight to the damn point. Mingi's eyes widened like a deer in headlights after being told that you two needed to talk. In his mind, that could only mean bad things and he was not ready to be separated from bean just yet. Not that he felt like he had the right to the baby anyway. After almost three weeks of no contact and him trying to fix a problem that involved you without you even knowing, Mingi honestly felt rather hopeless among other self-deprecating feelings. Since the revelation that he was expecting a baby with you, Mingi knew that he lacked much skills required to be a parent but he was willing to work to get those skills. His mistake was convincing himself over and over again and only focusing on the fact that he hadn't gotten those skills and not his progress. With that in mind plus seeing the first proof of bean's existence, it burdened him overwhelmingly and he began to compare himself to you. Well, the 'you' in his point of view; someone who was ready to be a parent and is equipped with not only skills but a support system. He on the other hand was only equipped with the knowledge that he got someone pregnant and he had to do the right thing. How was he supposed to tell you that he was having doubts and that he was considering that you and bean would probably be better off without him without it burdening you?
That's why Mingi opted to stay quiet these past two days. He took every jab his friends threw at him, every scoff Yunho sent him, and every stare of judgement whenever he stepped out to give you privacy when the doctor came in to check on you. He just wanted to do one right thing for you no matter how minuscule it was and no matter how much people told him that it was too late, nothing he does matter anymore.
"Uh... I think I have to deal with something," Mingi tried to excuse himself by standing up and making a beeline for the door. "Mingi!" You called for him, your voice sounding a little frustrated because you were and Mingi took notice which made him halt just as he was in front of the door. "Come on, it's been two days, we have to talk about this," you demanded, knowing full well that you were right. "What do you mean 'this'?" Mingi asked, surprising you because honestly, you didn't know what you meant anyway.
"Why did you pull away? Why were you avoiding me?" you blurted out. Whether it was the hormones or the very vulnerable position you just put yourself in, you felt tears brimming in your eyes, "I'm not judging, I just want to know if you were planning on bailing because of bean or me." that seemed to surprise Mingi because he turned to look at you with a worried look on his face, "It was never because of you," he choked, heart clenching at the thought of you blaming or doubting yourself because of his foolishness. Though your tears became more visible, you maintained eye contact with the father of your baby and braced yourself to hear the answer to your next question, "So you were planning on bailing?" Immediately, Mingi shook his head frantically and shuffled to your bed, sitting on the chair next to it where Yunho sat just an hour ago, "I never planned on bailing, (y/n), believe me. I wanted to be there, it's just..." Mingi hesitated to tell you. At this point, he had nothing else to lose but it seemed that your perception of him is just as important as your acceptance of him. Little did Mingi know, you were a person with a big heart (mostly because you have friends who would exact your vengeance for you) and a rather open mind so while you might not understand nor accept every excuse or explanation, you were willing enough to listen to what he had to say.
Without thinking, you reached over to take Mingi's thumb gently in your grip and placed it on your lap, surprising the man who now had his eyes glued on where his hand was resting, "Mingi, we have to tell each other stuff if it concerns bean. I didn't cut you off because I don't want you to be around bean, I cut you off because I need to consider your commitment to being available in bean's life. I realize I never gave you much of an option to decide whether or not you want to be in bean's life and that's on me for not even considering what you may have wanted knowing you went through great lengths just to save your career, but I need us to not make the same mistakes by only considering ourselves when clearly our lives are this tangled already?" Your words struck deep in Mingi because while he thought that he had been considering you in all of his decisions all this time, he had only been thinking of himself and what the decisions he made in consideration of you without you even knowing might affect his own life and decisions. His mouth opened and a choked breath was heard before he looked up with teary eyes and spoke. "I was overwhelmed when I saw bean for the first time in that ultrasound and I panicked. I panicked not because I realized I didn't want bean but because it was the opposite. I was amazed with what I helped make and that made me feel... Inadequate."
Though stunned by his revelation, you tried your best to keep a neutral face on and nodded in understanding. "I get how it can seem very... Jarring? I guess? Because believe it or not, I panicked too when I first got the news that I was pregnant," and it was Mingi's turn to be stunned by your revelation. His tears weren't a lot to begin with and honestly, the redness that came with crying only made him look boyish. "Yeah," you nodded and chuckled, painfully remembering the time you thought you didn't want bean, "I... Even almost don't want bean and I wanted to just... Not be a mom, I guess. Much to Yunho's disappointment because he began calling himself Yunpapi when he found out he was getting a niece or nephew. But... When I first saw bean, I changed my mind. I fell in love at first sight and I think like you, I kind of spontaneously made a decision to be a mom and while it made my friends super excited, I sometimes think about what would've happened had I not felt that overwhelming sense of love? Or was it even love? There might be a factor of 'I think I have to do this because this is the right decision' even if it's just a tiny bit and those thoughts came up every once in a while during hard times and like- why are you looking at me like that?" You cut yourself off when you saw Mingi staring at you with a teary smile. "I should've been more upfront with you but I was scared because you seem like you know what you want, you seem sure of being a parent and I guess... I don't want to... Lose? I guess? For a lack of better word, let's say I don't want to be the second-rate parent for even hesitating even just a moment."
It was obvious at that moment that you two did have a lot to talk about. But none of it directly concerned bean because once you both began talking about your insecurities over the pregnancy and the more you opened yourselves to being vulnerable to the other, the more empowered you both felt. Not that your friends weren't your support system before but once you heard what Mingi had to say, you felt like you found someone who understood you because he was on the same boat. The both of you talked the whole afternoon and when the second visiting hour arrived, your friends could feel the mood had shifted for the better which made them glad. You seem calmer and Mingi seemed less anxious so they figured you two must've come to some sort of conclusion, a conclusion they hope doesn't involve them stopping their verbal abuse on Mingi because no way in hell that was going to happen.
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shinobuscanonwife · 2 years
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Sanemi's Number #1 Enthusiast Anon here!
So uh a few days ago I was reading wattpad head canons for the kny characters and this headcanon caught my eye, it was like " The characters saying I hate you before you die " something like that, it's basically like the character and reader were having an argument and when they wanted to apologize or talk it out after the reader comes back from some kind of mission they didn't survive and the characters regretted everything they said before
I hope you get what I'm talking about this kind of made no sense to me when I read it again🥲
Maybe if you could can you make this with the Hashiras and the Kamaboko squad + Genya? If you want then you could add the demons? I know this is a lot of characters, if you can't do all of them then it's fine! Have a great day/night! <3
the way I knew exactly what fanfic you were talking about anyways.
Genya
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It wasn't out of the ordinary to have arguments with Genya. You and him always talked it out after though. Except for this time. You and him had been arguing for 30 minutes eventually you got tired of arguing with him and you just stopped responding to him. You both hadn't talked since the argument and guilt started eating away at Genya. He heard that you went on a mission so he went to headquarters to wait for you to come back so he could apologize you never came though. Someone did come back though. The Kakushi busted through the gate one of the was carrying someone. It was you. Genya's heart sank. The Kakushi brought you to the hospital ward Genya ran after them only to hear Shinobu tell the Kakushi "It's no use. They're dead." Genya couldn't believe it. You? dead? no that couldn't be. Shinobu noticed Genya standing there in shock. "Oh, Genya I'm assuming you heard that. I'm sorry.." Genya didn't respond to her. He just walked out of the hospital cursing himself. He had said some awful things to you during that argument even if he didn't mean any of it he still said it. He was different after that day. He was a lot more aggressive towards anyone who approached him and started training a lot more just so he can avoid something like that happening again.
Tanjiro
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You and Tanjiro didn't argue a lot. And when you did you both made up pretty quickly afterward. Your arguments are always about the same thing. Tanjiro overworking himself. And one day you both had a huge argument about how he pushes himself too much. He said a lot of things he didn't mean and you knew he didn't mean them but it still hurt. You decided to go on a mission to clear your mind from what had just happened with Tanjiro. You were gone for 3 days. Tanjiro was worried sick about you. He assumed at first you were just angry at him so you were just trying to avoid him. But that was the first couple hours you were gone. Were you really that mad at him? That you would just disappear for 3 days. No, you couldn't be this wasn't like you at all. He sent letters to your friends and family to try and find some clue about where you were he even went out looking for you but nothing. On the 4th day of you being gone, you were found by some demon slayers passing by. You had a severe head wound that nobody could have survived. When Tanjiro found out about this he immediately blamed himself. You died in the middle of the woods alone. He thought of how scared you must have been. He had to continue on with his journey but he swears that he will find the demon who killed you and behead it. He knew that part of this was his fault. If you two didn't have that argument you wouldn't have gone on that mission. He visits where you are buried a lot and apologizes to you every time he visits.
Zenitsu
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Zenitsu loves you too much to fight with you but sometimes you both just get frustrated and you do have arguments. Most of the time there pretty stupid and you both get over them quickly and apologize to each other. Zenitsu didn't even remember what the argument was about. He only remembered what he had said to you. He said some awful things and of course, he didn't mean any of them. He just got frustrated. He tried to go and find you after the argument. He asked Tanjiro where you went and Tanjiro said you went on a mission. He just shrugged it off and decided to wait till you got back. He tried staying up late that night to wait for you but he ended up drifting off. When he woke up in the morning he saw Inosuke and Tanjiro talking with a worried expressions on their faces. "Hey, guys what's wrong?" Zenitsu asked. Tanjiro looked at Zenitsu and said "Zenitsu I'm sorry but the mission y/n went on last night.. turned out it was an upper rank and they didn't make it. I'm sorry" His heart sank hearing those words. You weren't dead. You couldn't be. He just nodded and walked away. He didn't know what to do. All he could do was cry. He didn't even feel sorry for himself. This was his fault. He was so upset and angry at himself he grew very distant from everyone else from that day on.
Inosuke
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You and him argued sometimes but they weren't really arguments it was just Inosuke being stupid. But this one was serious. You had never actually argued with him so you just went on a mission to blow off some steam. Inosuke always went on missions with you so when he heard you went on a mission without him he thought you were challenging him so he immediately went to find you and he did find you. Well kind of. He found what was left of you. It looked like a demon started to eat and just stopped in the middle of eating for some reason. He wasn't focused on what you looked like right now though he was focused on whether you were alive. It didn't look like the demon had eaten anything vital but you were bleeding a lot. He picked you up and ran as fast as he could back to headquarters. It was no use though. By the time he got back, you had bled out. He left your body in the hospital ward. He wasn't himself after that. He was quiet and reserved and only focused on slaying demons.
Mitsuri
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You and Mitsuri never argue. She loves you too much to get mad at you. But sometimes she just got too comfortable with people and you got really upset at her for being so clingy to the other hashira. She insisted that she only loved you but you were still upset Mitsuri didn't argue with you and just hugged you and gave you some space. She understood why you were upset but she didn't do it on purpose at all. The last thing she wants is to upset you. When she came back to your shared home she expected you to be asleep or something but you were gone. She went back to headquarters and asked if they knew where you were. "Oh, they went on a mission I'll stay here and wait for them don't worry, go home and get some rest" Shinobu told Mitsuri. Mitsuri didn't want to leave headquarters and wanted to wait for you but Shinobu was able to convince her that it was alright. However, around 3am Mitsuri's was woken up by the sound of Shinobu's crow tapping on the window the crow told her to go to headquarters and that it was an emergency. She immediately thought something happened to you. And she was right. When she got there You were laying on a hospital bed covered in wounds. Shinobu not noticing Mitsuri standing there sighed and muttered just loud enough for Mitsuri to hear it. "Mitsuri's not going to take this well.." Mitsuri walked into the room you were in. "What happened..?" She asked. Shinobu frowned and explained that you had terrible injuries from the mission you went on and you used your last bit of energy getting back to headquarters. Mitsuri immediately started to tear up. She nodded at Shinobu and walked out. As she was walking out of the hospital ward her teary eyes turned into sobs. This was her fault if she hadn't had upset you. You would still be here you would have never gone on that mission. She was a completely different person after your death. She was quiet and barely talked to anyone.
Shinobu
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Shinobu was starting to get worried about you. It had been 3 hours since you left for a mission after that argument you and her had. She went to go ask the other Hashira if they knew where you were. Just as she started asking a couple of demon slayers who Shinobu recognized as your friends and the people you went on the mission with. "Where's y/n!?" She asked. "Y/n's dead!! That demon turned out to be a lower rank and it was really fast y/n didn't even see their attack coming!!" one of the slayers said. The other slayer you went with was crying. Shinobu didn't even remember what the other demon slayers you went with looked like. She just bowed her head and left. She had lost another person she loved to a demon. But this time it was partially her fault you went on the mission to blow off some steam after that argument. She went to her office sat down and just cried for the next hour.
Giyuu
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Giyuu doesn't like arguing with people. Especially you. But sometimes he gets frustrated and that normally leads to a fight. One time after a big argument you had you decided to go on a mission. Before you left you said bye to him and he didn't even respond. After you left he started to feel a bit guilty for ignoring you when you said bye. Even if he was still upset about the fight he should have given you a hug or something. He just would hug you when you got back. It was already pretty late so he went to bed he just expected you to be lying next to him in the morning and that's when he would apologize and hug you. But when he woke up you were nowhere to be found. He went to headquarters to see if anyone knew where you were. When opened the gate he found all the other Hashira there. Except you, all the other Hashira looked worried Mitsuri even looked like she had been crying. He heard Tengen say your name but he couldn't hear what he said about you. Shinobu noticed Giyuu and walked up to him. "Giyuu.. I'm sorry I have to tell you this but y/n...they were seriously injured when they got back from their mission and I did everything I could but they died earlier this morning.." Shinobu said frowning. Giyuu immediately felt a wave of guilt wash over him. He should have gone with you this was his fault. While you were being killed he was sound asleep. What kind of boyfriend was he? He never even got to hug you again like he was going to. He just said "oh" and left the headquarters. He started to tear up as he walked out of headquarters. You were gone and it was his fault.
Rengoku
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You and Rengoku didn't argue a lot. But when you did you both made up pretty quickly. But this one was different. You and him had argued for an hour. Arguing with you made his heart ache he didn't like being upset with you so about 20 minutes after you had stormed off he went to go apologize to you but he couldn't find you anywhere. He went to ask the other Hashira where you had gone and Tengen told him "Oh they went on a mission. They seemed pretty upset what did you say to them??" Rengoku just frowned at Tengen's response. He had said a lot of things he didn't mean which is why it was even more important for him to find you even if you were on a mission. Rengoku thanked Tengen and went to go find you. Just as he left to go find you your crow found him first. Your crow was too panicked to say anything the crow just pulled on Rengoku's Haori motioning to follow them. Rengoku followed the crow with how panicked your crow seemed he could only assume you were hurt. The crow led him to you. Your sword was broken and you had been slashed in the stomach. You had no pulse and your body was cold. You were dead. He held your dead body in his arms as he apologized to you. "I'm sorry I wasn't able to protect you"
Muichiro
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You and Muichiro were childhood friends. You both almost never disagreed on anything but one time you both disagreed on how to handle slaying a demon and that ended up becoming an even bigger argument. You hadn't talked to him the rest of the day even if you were upset you still had to go on a mission that night. Muichiro had remembered everything he said to you he felt really guilty about saying those things. However, you never returned from that mission. Nobody ever found your body so everyone just assumed you were dead. He was really upset for a while but eventually, he forgot who you even were. Whenever someone would bring up how they missed you he would just ask. "Y/n.. whose that?" The name sounded familiar but he didn't know why.
Sanemi
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Arguing with Sanemi wasn't uncommon. One night after a very long argument with him you left to go on a mission without saying anything. You were gone for a couple of days. He was really worried. He started to get worried the first couple of hours you were gone. He was on edge those days you were gone. The littlest things would piss him off. It wasn't until the 3rd day you were gone that he had heard anything about where you were. He heard you had been kidnapped by a demon and your body was found in the woods you were dead. His jaw dropped when he heard this. It couldn't be true, could it? You weren't really dead. You couldn't be. You just couldn't be!! He was so pissed at himself. He should have gone with you even if he was angry. Ever since that day he was a lot more aggressive and barely spent time with any of the other Hashira.
Tengen
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Your crow frantically returned to Tengen and his wives. Your crow told them that you had died during the mission you went on. Suma started crying immediately Hina gasped and started to tear up. Makio was angry that she wasn't able to protect you. And Tengen was angry and upset at the same time. You and Tengen had gotten into an argument before you left and Tengen just didn't want to accept that you were gone and the last things he had said to you were the things he said to you during that argument. He hugged his wives and let them cry. With his wives crying and you dying he started to tear up as well. All 4 of them just sat there and cried for the next couple of hours.
Obanai
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Obanai hated arguing with you. You were the only person he loved and he hated arguing with you. But one night you both disagreed on something important and the disagreement turned into arguing. It didn't last long but Obanai still said some awful things. Of course, he didn't mean any of the things he had said but he still said them and he still felt guilty about it. He couldn't apologize now because you had gone on a mission but he went out and bought you some flowers for when you got back. He didn't get much sleep that night he was too worried about you. He heard a tapping sound on the window around 3am he opened the window and it was your crow. "Y/n is dead!!!" The crow yelled. Obanai felt like the whole world had stopped. He refused to believe you were dead. He closed the window leaving your crow outside and he sat down on you and Obanai's shard bed. He looked at the flowers he had bought for you he got up grabbed the flowers and threw them away.
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NWWD Bonus: Divergent Revelations 1
Bonus story for NWWD, AU starting mid Chapter 23. This is primarily the set up for an earlier, different, revelation conversation. (basically fanfiction about my own story)
During the fight with assassins, you and Dale are forced to confront the truth of what you each know about Dale's nature. How does the fight change to have this come about? How will the conversation about these revelations go when there's still more than a week before the wedding?
Main Story: [Part One]
AO3: NWWD Bonus: Divergent Revelations
Part 1 of 2
Just as you secure a makeshift bandage in place and resolve to leave to find help, Vi comes running out of the side room. You know the moment she spots you because she changes direction. Reflexively, you bolt for the door. The mercenary runs around wide, blocking it as a viable exit. 
Without thought, you pivot, heading back the way you came for the courtyard. She’s fast though, faster than you with her sturdy boots and training while your skirts and soft shoes only slow you down. She catches you by the time you only get as far as the desk and closet you’d started this situation from.
A blow from her spear blindsides you and you cry out as you stumble into the wall and some furniture that result in another jolt of pain. Vi lunges to cross the last few feet between you before you can do more than get around the side table. Slamming you into the wall, there’s desperation in her eyes as her spear shaft is pushed across your throat. Your wrists are held up in the skilled maneuver, pinning you far more securely than Lasky’s dagger managed. Her wide, terrified eyes bore into yours. “What the fuck is he!? You’re going to—”
The clash of metal on metal followed by a wet cough and a triumphant growl from the other room cuts her off. You try to wrestle her for control while she’s looking behind her and find to neither of your surprise that you’re no match for her strength. Shifting your strategy, you desperately wiggle your hands, trying for even a little more room to breathe. Your head is tilted back, your throat throbbing as she fixes her gaze back on yours. You try to say something, you don’t even know what, but she doesn’t give you a chance.
“They lied,” she spits. “He’s not human, he’s a skinwere.” Your stomach sinks at the realization Dale must have revealed enough of himself that she knows he’s not just enhanced. Skinwere is a common enough term for a demon possessing a human, but it's one you’ve heard more in your short time in Northridge than the rest of your life, so you wonder if she’s a local. No wonder she’s scared out of her mind. That makes her even more dangerous, more able to expose Dale for what he is and your mind screams at you to do something, anything, to be more than a liability here.
When you don’t respond quickly or dramatically enough, despite her spear shaft still preventing you from doing more than breathing shallowly, her eyes narrow. “You knew.” It’s not a question, but you still can’t speak or even move your head to answer anyway. She doesn’t seem to need you to. She pushes against you with her spear, completely cutting off your air before she pulls back enough to let you speak. You cough, gulping in air as she orders, “Tell me how to kill it. Tell me—”
Before she can make any more demands, you drop your whole body down like a dead weight. There was enough space between the spear and the wall to let you, although it still wrenches your wrists painfully. Your head hits the wall as your chin hits the spear shaft to allow the movement.
Wrists, head, and backside throbbing, you’re moving before you can think about it. Crawling around her legs on your hands and knees. You scurry towards anything that can be perceived as safe. The sound of something heavy being flung into a wall in the distance makes you flinch as you try to get under a couch.
A heavy blow to your back causes you to yelp and you collapse onto your stomach. “You’re not going anywhere,” Vi snarls, the butt of her spear pressing down with insistent force into your spine. You try to push yourself forward, tears rolling down your cheeks from the way you can feel the wooden dig into what feels like your bones. “Not until—”
The pressure abates abruptly and you turn on your side to see something long and black around her wrist, pulling her weapon off of you. Your vantage point, combined with your throbbing head and blurred, teary vision, makes it hard to follow all the action. How could a black snake be trying to fight Vi? 
She draws a knife with her free hand to strike the black thing, but the crack of bone breaking causes her to scream as her spear drops from her now limp hand. You manage to pick the spear and shoot it along the ground, as far away as you can. You know she’d be more capable of taking it from you than you would be at wielding it against her.
Vi finally looks behind her, following where the solid shadow stretches to and screams at whatever she sees. You only see another long dark ribbon of tangible blackness wrap around her neck before she’s pulled backwards with a strangled sound, past where you can see. A gasping whimper and a thud make you wince, paralyzed on the floor, mind unable to decide what to do next. 
You hear footsteps heading for you accompanied by a tap of wood on wood. Then you hear a worried, “Sana?” 
Relief floods your body and you desperately need to see Dale, to reassure yourself that despite the horrible clashes and yells, the violence and the destruction, he’s whole. No matter what he must look like given what you’ve seen and how his voice still has an echoing, deep quality to it. Flattening your palms to the floor, you brace yourself to get up. You’re interrupted by a loud crack before you can clear your abused throat enough to answer him.
“I knew it,” an unfamiliar voice meets your ears. It has a strange, otherworldly grit to it and you freeze instantly. “How all these other humans are so blind, I’ve no notion.”
Dale hisses, “Hide,” before you hear him move away from you and towards the voice. You follow his suggestion, too cowed by the return of the threat to want to do anything else. Half crawling and half dragging your tired body, you skip the couch to tuck yourself under the heavy wooden desk.
“As though you are a paragon of subtlety,” Dale snaps back. He’s clearly nearly in that other side room once more, but his voice carries more than perhaps he’s even aware. 
“Ah,” the voice concedes, the sound carrying just as easily. Is that a demon power? you wonder with only slight delirium, projecting your voice? “But I am not trying to be. Neither of us are.”
“Us?”
“Yes,” a far more human voice replies this time. “Us.” The two voices overlay on that word before the more inhuman voice continues, “We are not all so rude as to kick out the original owner. Some of us know what it is to share.”
You realize it’s Two, who has apparently decided to finally enter the fight and who’s strange nickname suddenly makes a lot more sense.
“I care not how many of you are fitted in that body,” Dale replies. “You’ll do no more harm here. You’ll not fulfill your mission.”
“Perhaps,” the casual menace of this voice is not intimidated by Dale’s confidence or orders. “Or perhaps there is simply more to be gained and less to be parsed.”
You strain your ears but there is only the sound of movement and metal after that. Grunts from all three voices, perhaps more distinct given your inability to see and only to hear, come from that further side room. It’s not enough to tell you who’s winning and you’ve no notion of how Dale stands in contest with another actual demon. 
Does the Two being both human and demon help or hinder them? They had implied that Dale was not sharing his own form, which confirmed the human who had been Dale was gone, didn’t it? Neither of them are mentioning Clen either, so is he dead? What sort of creature was the demon in Two? You know demons vary wildly, even the intelligent ones, in a manner far greater than humans did. What if this one was more powerful than Dale? 
Although, it feels like ages of simply listening as you try to regain your breath, though in reality, it’s likely only a minute or two. You can’t take knowing so little about what is happening. Hesitantly, you move forward and cautiously kneel up to see just over the surface of the desk. 
They’re indeed still in that other room, circling so fast you can hardly tell who’s who. From the glimpses you catch, neither of them are in forms that are entirely human anymore. Part of the fight seems human enough, the swords meeting and breaking apart as they move, engaging each other’s blades while dodging stabs and slashes. 
The room around them is what currently seems like it's not of this world. The shadows in the room move unnaturally and at least two seem to be even more independent than that. They whip around Dale to meet and deflect spikes of animate stonework, colored grayish-green with a rusty red shot through it. The rock seems both to originate from the columns and walls of the room, despite looking nothing like the rock used to construct it, and from nothing at all. Ripples of unnatural movement in the floor and ceiling add to the feeling that the room itself is attempting to attack Dale.
Your heart is in your throat as Dale’s shadows seem far more ephemeral, far weaker, than something as sturdy as stone. A big chunk breaks to fall from the ceiling. Dale’s dodge to the side is more desperate than any previously and he catches Two’s sword stroke awkwardly as a result. His sword flies from his hand to land behind Two with a clatter. 
Retaliating with a riot of shadows which erupt between them, Dale forces Two back. They’ve migrated such throughout the fight that you have to strain to keep them in sight and follow what’s happening. Dale’s inky back is to you and half his body is blocked by the doorframe while Two’s nearly on the other side of that room now.
“I believe you’re unarmed now,” Two says with a smirk that’s beginning to look unsettling on his face which has begun to resemble a statue’s more than a person’s. The movement of stone when he talks and his expression changes just looks wrong.
“I do not need a weapon to be armed,” Dale snarls, the shadows of the room flickering dizzyingly. You can’t tell if it's the lighting or actuality, but his entire body seems more amorphous than ever before. Taller than he typically is, but thinner too—he’s becoming more unrecognizable as the fight drags on. He brandishes his hand to better display the black claws he now has. The arm you can see is oddly shaped, more like a medical mannequin from class—bone and muscle with no fat to be seen—than a living person’s. In fact, you’re certain he’d been wearing a green suit earlier, but that’s black now too. Even his dark hair seems to absorb light, untied and wild, longer than it should be. 
You keenly appreciate Dale’s rebuttal, but you still hate that his sword is gone from his hand while one remains in Two’s. They shift their stances. 
You bump into a lamp that’s been knocked to the floor when you automatically try to compensate to keep your minuscule view. As you push the lamp to the side, something on the ground catches your attention. Very deliberately not looking too closely at Vi’s body, you focus on the long, thin piece of polished wood which drew your notice. Dale’s cane. 
Instantly, you know you need to get this to Dale having heard him boast about it’s hiding a weapon at a gala. More than that, you want to do something, anything to help him. Fear fights that impulse. The big, heavy desk provides the reassurance of safety, however wishful it might be. With one last look at the circling fighters, you lean down, steadying yourself on the cold stone floor. Straining, you only just manage to wrap a few fingers around the foot of the cane to pull it towards you. 
Hastily retreating back behind the desk, you pop back up fast enough to give your still sore head a rush. You run your hands over the familiar wood as you try to spot Dale as he and Two dance around each other. 
Once they’ve split once more with Dale nearest the doorway, you call out, “Dale!” Leaning up as high as you can on your knees, you hurl the cane like you’ve seen others throw a javelin. It soars through the air while both are distracted by your shout. 
Dale leaps backwards as if propelled by some of the shadows under him towards you. A clawed hand, black like he’s wearing gloves or dunked his arm in ink, snatches the cane out of the air with careful precision. You think you see the glint of a blue eye on the back of his hand, the only color standing out against his form now.
“Will that do you any good?” Two asks, seemingly curious more than anything as he watches Dale hold the cane. You can’t tell if his lack of anger over this fight, the way he keeps treating it like a tournament fight for entertainment, is a good thing or not.
Dale says nothing, merely twists the handle. He carefully pulls off the wood to reveal a long green rapier. Before you can wonder at the applicability of such a weapon, Two takes a full step back.
“Jade,” Two hisses. “A dangerous weapon for one such as ourselves to wield.”
“All weapons are dangerous,” Dales replies brusquely, squaring up instead of dodging as he’d been doing since Two disarmed him. “Humans regularly use weapons as deadly to themselves as they are to their enemies.”
“How adaptable. All the shade in your nature, I presume,” Two says, a mocking edge to his tone.
“You are not the only one who can use stone to their advantage,” Dale bats back as easily. 
Two lets out a cascade of laughter and the sound seems to come from far more than two mouths, let alone one. It’s grating: like steel on iron, like a throaty cough, like the squeal of a live animal on fire all at once. You would give nearly anything for him to never do that again. “It has been so long since I spoke with one of us with intelligence still left to them up here,” Two seems to relish the idea. “The sunlight seems to drive too many insane. Almost a shame to kill you.”
“A good thing then,” Dale says as he charges, “that you will not.”
The visibility of the fight becomes impossible after that. There’s too much movement from shadows as Dale chases Two further into the room. You’re back to primarily trying to gauge the fight based on sound alone: thuds and crashes and ripping you can’t identify.
“So close. But perhaps you are correct,” it’s the human voice this time, panting but not demoralized. Some of the sight line clears and you see Two hunched over, a hand on their chest. “I shall not be able to kill you nor collect the bounty so generously placed on your head.” They cough a cloud of rust from their mouth as they lift their head. “However, the knight had the correct idea.” 
“Yes,” the gravelly demonic voice picks up and they slowly straighten. “I’m certain you must have supplies or teachings worth perusing. I can tell your form is impeccable underneath, despite your essence spilling out.” They gesture with their arms, sneering. “This body, with him intact, still gets a bit stiff if I’m not careful. I shall be intrigued to ascertain how you accomplished such a thing.”
“You think I will allow you to leave?” Dale hisses. “After all you’ve done?” He throws a hand out to emphasize the general state of destruction around them.
Two laughs again. How could you not be better braced for it? Even anticipating how horrible it is, it remains one of the most unsettling things you’ve ever heard. It has a screech to it now that makes your skin crawl. You’re resisting the urge to cover your ears or yell yourself in order to drown them out when they look over and meet your eyes. Their dirty red eyes, the color of dried blood, bore into yours across the distance and they rush for you.
They cross the distance faster than they should be able, outpacing Dale, and there’s a ripple in the walls that seems to respond to them. Panic seizes your heart and mind as you instinctively dive back down and under the desk. Your hands desperately latch onto and drag a broken ottoman to cover the opening at the back of the desk.
Curling up against the front board of the desk, you feel something slam into your makeshift shield. Pushing you and the desk back, the wood squealed against the floor as it moves. A wordless roar comes from somewhere to your right and another crash echoes through the room followed by a heavy grunt and the sound of books falling to the floor. Then, silence.
After holding perfectly, tightly, still, you can’t keep in a cough. The stone moving has kicked up a lot of dust and you’re unable to help it. You think you hear a smothered groan as you attempt to stop, but you stay rooted in your hiding spot, waiting.
After another dull thump, Dale calls your name. His voice is still strange and yet you can hear the confusion and worry in it. You can hear a lot more than that actually. Your eyelids flutter despite being unable to see anything other than dust and dingy wood. Your name sounds different than when he’s said it in the past. There is a depth to it, meaning below the surface that you can hear when he’s like this. Like emotion and inflection and neither of those. 
There’s a layer of softness, of imagery that it conjures up, that you can almost feel through his voice. Of gentle sunlight through the window on a clear day. Your favorite chair and the taste of fresh, sweet honey melting on your tongue, soothing and comforting. Its respect and harmony and the potential to be more than you are alone, of joining and of belonging. Tension leeches from you in waves, like taking off so many heavy coats to stand unburdened. You want to drown in the sensation. You want to hear him say nothing, but your name for the rest of your life.
You want to come out, to go to him, regardless of what you might see. Hesitantly, you push the ottoman away and start to crawl out from beneath the desk. Shakily, you stand up and turn to face Dale.
Black shadows still cling to his form, one hand pressed against the oddly bulging stone, the other behind his back where a bookshelf is braced. His eyes glow an unnatural blue and his hair is too long and wild. He’s roughly the correct height with only one extra eye on the back of his hand. He’s still too thin, as if his arms are muscle and bone only. His face is mostly human, his skin the same light brown it always is, except for a streak of shadow and some darkness around the edges where his hair halos his head.
He looks like nothing so much as what he is: a human consumed by something inhuman, something demonic. Adrenaline surges through your veins and yet, he’s still so clearly… “Dale,” you breathe out, relieved. He’s the one you’ve grown to know and like. You’re not afraid of him. How could you been when he’s still protecting you? 
Instead, you find yourself searching for evidence of the toll the fight may have taken on him. To your relief, he doesn’t seem to be bleeding either, no obvious large wounds or injuries. 
Nerves still prepared for danger, you look beyond him to assess the rest of the situation, although you can tell by an absence in the air that Two is– 
“Gone,” he croaks, his voice shuddering and rusty. With a groan, he pushes himself straight and the bookcase falls away from him to land with an echoing crash that fills the room, empty of all but the two of you. He removes his hand from the rock of the wall to your right. The large bricks of rock are loose, but not enough to threaten the integrity of the wall itself.
You meet his eyes once again and finally take a deep breath, while his shoulders droop as you both stand in the aftermath. The shadows are receding slowly, subtle enough you wonder if it's just a trick of the light, but of course, they are shadows, so it must be. Then Dale’s striding forward and the cool fingers of his hand cup your cheek. His eyes trace down your body, taking in every scrape and bruise and streak of dust as he looks.
“I am fine,” you say, more because you’re alive and so it feels like the appropriate response. Not to mention, you’re not the one who’s just been battling assassins. 
It’d probably be a more convincing statement if you couldn’t feel tears dripping down your cheeks. His eyes rake up and down your form, obviously trying to assess that for himself and his other hand grasps the elbow of the arm Lasky cut. Everything about him, his shadows, his gaze, his focus tightens. “You’re hurt.”
“Nothing serious. Are you?” Your eyes strain to see his body more clearly now that he’s not completely wreathed in darkness. Mostly you can tell his clothes are in rough shape, but there are no obvious large holes, no blood.
“I’ve got a thick skin,” he says, voice still pitched a little lower than usual. “And I’d speed on my side. Not to mention Two’s folly in letting the others face me without them.”
Cautiously, you place your free hand on his chest, over his heart—needing to feel him solid and whole under your touch. “But they fled.”
“Yes,” Dale admits, but his gaze doesn’t dart towards the doors. His eyes stay fixed on your face. He carefully brings a thumb to wipe away your tears with a tenderness that doesn’t match the danger that lingers in the way he still holds himself. You can’t help but lean into his touch, the safety he offers, if only to you. Some of the tension starts to ebb from him when he freezes. 
You don’t understand why until you are able to tell he’s fixated on his own, still inhuman hand on your cheek. Abruptly he’s as still as a statue. It’s obvious he’d been unaware of how demonic he still looked. “It’s alright,” you murmur, gently. His wide blue eyes finally meet your own. “I don’t mind.”
Dale pulls back his head at your words, looking more baffled than you’ve ever seen him. he drops your elbow, but he doesn’t let go of your face. From the corners of your eyes, you can see all the shadows melt away as he pulls his inhuman influence in to leave a mostly human man looking back at you with faintly glowing blue eyes and ink stained hands. He doesn’t push your hand away from his chest, where a human heart beats, reassuring you that he’s still alive and with you.
“I don’t—” Dale stops speaking abruptly, tilting his head and finally breaking eye contact with you to look towards the door he came through. His hand drops from your cheek to hide behind his back and when he next blinks, there’s no more light in his eyes. You resist the urge to sway towards him, wanting his touch to keep you grounded, but understanding the implication. Reinforcements must be due to arrive any minute. Reluctantly, you drop your hand from his chest.
When he looks back at you, you can see he’s trying to pull himself together to face company. He blinks again, before frowning, his eyes darting around the room with renewed concern. “Where is Grandmother?”
If Dale can hear what’s going on in the hall… You spin around, your hand closing around the door handle for the closet. You wrench it open to reveal Grandmother, still hidden away safely. You rush in to check her breathing, to feel her pulse and reassure you both that… “She’s still unconscious, but she’s breathing.”
Dale breathes out in relief and without any more words, you grab one arm of the chair and Dale the other as you pull her from the closet. You don’t even care that he’s clearly doing the majority of the work. “Grandmother will be fine too,” you say, not sure who you’re trying to convince more.
“Good,” Dale says, eyes drifting over your more obvious injuries once more. “It would only be worse for them if either of you were not.” His eyes slide down Grandmother’s unconscious form and menace seems to drip from his voice. “It shall be bad enough as it is.” 
Despite the warning from Dale a minute or so ago, you still jump at the sound of a door opening, looking past Dale to see two of the governor’s guards walk in. They stop in the doorway, gaping.
Dale straightens from where he’d been leaning over Grandmother. His head swivels to the direction of the courtyard, where Two went. He doesn’t respond to Grandfather’s concerned voice calling his name and Grandmother’s and even your own.
Fear grips your heart and your hand lands on his forearm, “No.” He doesn’t look back at you either. He gently, but inexorably pulls out of your grasp. You can’t stop him, you know that you can’t, but you can’t stand the thought of him leaving, of him pursuing this threat. “No. Dale.” He ignores you and picks up his rapier. “Don’t go after him!”
Dale runs out into the night, in pursuit.
“Damn you,” you say, voice tight as you try to stop more tears from welling up. What if he’s found out? What if Two can do more to hurt him? What if there are others in wait and he’s ambushed? What if—? You wipe your eyes more harshly than perhaps you need to as you force yourself to focus on what you can do, who you can help.
While the other guards race to follow Dale, Grandfather hurries across the room to be on the other side of the chair, calling Grandmother’s name. You can feel her breathing, but you need to know if her heart is in trouble. “We need a doctor. Now.”
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This is the re-write of Chapter 23's ending to set up the next part, which should go up within a week. There as originally gonna be a steamy dream after the fight, but i couldn't make it work and then it morphed into this lol. See this ask for further details.
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daddy-suguru · 2 years
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Hello there,
What do you think of Giyuu + Daddy Kink? <3
𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲
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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ▸ Sharing a drink with Giyuu around the campfire. He brings up the man you had in your room the last time the two of you spent a night at a tavern out of jealousy. And you make a move on him, which leads you to finding out that Giyuu is still a virgin.
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ▸ 1.5k
𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ▸sexual themes, demon/demonhunter!giyuu, demon au, swordartist/swordsmith/witch!reader, the two of you travel and kill monsters together, jealous!Giyuu, daddy title used, talk of spanking,
Passing the bottle to Giyuu, who accepted it. His warm fingers brushing against yours.
Your body felt warm, fending off the chill of the night air. Since Giyuu and you are camping in the forest, waiting for daybreak. Since a night of rest was due for both, one could sleep while the other keeps watch. Then, after a few hours, you could switch. That was the plan, but after the campfire started and Giyuu started roasting some fish that he caught.
You had a bottle of liquor that you brought for times like these. Neither of you planned to get drunk, but getting tipsy to relax and release some stress is something that you talked Giyuu into.
Giyuu asked two questions back to back, "Once we get there, will you be heading to see your Daddy? Or will you be ready to head straight out on another mission?" You almost spit out your drink hearing that from Giyuu. While questions about going on another mission weren't out of the ordinary, but hearing the word Daddy slip past Giyuu's lips took you by surprise.
Telling Giyuu, "What?! No, what makes you think that?" Before taking the bottle he is handing to you and looking up at the night's sky as you take a swing. The bitter, warm liquor taking away some of the heat in your cheeks as your throat burns more intensely.
Giyuu stares at the fire, his face black as he said with a monotone voice, "Well, you hugged that older man and you called him Daddy. So I thought-"
Giyuu mulls it over in his head. He comes to a point that slips out of his mouth, "I take care of you." His cock twitches in his pants at the thought of you whimpering out Daddy for him while naked underneath his body.
You half-heartedly joke, "Is that your way of saying want me to call you Daddy?" You wait for him to get annoyed with your antics. Which would lead you to wonder why he has you come along with him, anyway. A year ago Giyuu told you he is done with training you. Yet the next day he expected you to join him, still on the mission. And now it's almost been a full year since.
The growing fear that Giyuu is going to tell you to leave him alone has been wondering to the forefront of your mind lately. And you don't want to ask him what you mean to him, and hear the words; only a friend.
Which is why, when Giyuu asks, "What's the purpose?" Giyuu passes you the bottle and you shake your head no. As he sets it down between him and you, who sit on a thick log that Giyuu had found and dragged to the campfire to make sitting and eating dinner easier.
You explain, "For me? Arousal, vulnerability and the reassurance that I can trust them to take care of me. It's also a show of my submissiveness towards them." Giyuu swallows the building lump in his throat, his stomach churns at the idea of you seeing that other man who was only in your life for a night as someone like that.
A voice in the back of Giyuu's head is telling him that the sweet smell of lust that is just beneath the musk of the campfire is because of him. And that if he made a move, he could figure out what you sound like whimpering that. But then you would find out that for all his years on earth, he has yet to lie with anyone.
Before you there had been the only base desire to fulfill his natural human wants him to could ignore. But then you came along, making that nagging need to fuck harder to ignore.
Giyuu didn't even know how to make a move. And if not for the liquor running through his veins, Giyuu would have never asked, "What about me?" He looks over at you. Your side profile is adorable.
You glance over as Giyuu looks away, and it's dawning on you that Giyuu is jealous of that man you spent the night with. You stand up and crouch in front of him, slipping two fingers underneath his chin and tilting his head back.
You deflect the question back to him by asking him, "Depends. What do you want to know about yourself?" Giyuu's cheeks and the tip of his ears are flushing with pink. Giyuu opens his mouth, but he is at a loss for words.
The scent of your arousal is overwhelming him, and your gentle touch with your rough fingers is scrambling Giyuu's thoughts. And when you lean over, all he can think about is your lips being so close to his.
In Giyuu's silence you say, "Giyuu you would make a wonderful Daddy. I figure you to be strict, but I wouldn't mind you putting me over your lap and spanking my ass sore when I annoy you." You let go of his chin, dragging your fingertips down his neck to his the start of his leather chest piece. You add, "Wouldn't I be so much easier to deal with if you could shut me up by shoving your cock in my mouth?"
Giyuu finds his voice as he tells you, "You can be quite the brat. But why would I want to spank your ass and hurt you?"
You offer Giyuu, "I'll show you if you want me to." Who picks up the bottle and takes a swing before he sets the bottle further off to the side. And he pats his lap, not trusting his voice.
You lay across his lap, and for the first time Giyuu let himself stare at your ass in your tight dark pants. Which is a mixture of leather and thick fabric to keep you warm and to offer some protection from the natural elements.
You ask Giyuu, "Are you comfortable with this?" And you feel Giyuu's hand on your ass, as he grabs right cheek and starts softly massaging you. The thought of enjoying hitting you is beyond him, but if you like it, maybe there is something to it.
Giyuu says, "Yes, sorry, the smell of your wetness is overwhelming. All I want to do is bury my face between your legs. You just smell so fucking good and yummy."
You ask him, "You mean you've been able to smell how horny I am for you this whole time!" You're grateful that laying across his lap with your butt in his face, while he softly massages your butt, keeps him from seeing your face. And you having to look at him while finding this out.
Giyuu's hard cock is pressing into your belly as he says, "I didn't want to assume it was me." Giyuu's voice softens as he adds, "And I don't even really know how to solve your problem." You thought maybe Giyuu had only had softer sex but finding out you are about to be his first.
Slowly you get off Giyuu's lap, standing up and holding out your hand as you say, "I don't mind showing you how to take care of me. But for our first time, I want to spoil you. Look after you the way you have for me."
GIyuu looks up at you and takes your hand and stands up as you tug on his hand, his brows furrowing in confusion. He confesses, "I don't want a one-time thing." Seeing you back there flirting with that man and leaving with him had made his chest ache. At first he blamed it on believing the guy was up to no good, which he couldn't convince you of. So he could shove down the belief that he is jealous of him. And after tonight he wouldn't be able to travel with you and see you take another lover after knowing what it's like to be in their place.
You are quick to assure Giyuu by saying, "For you, it won't be because if I have you, then I don't need anyone else." His cheeks flush pink as his eyes darken, the corner of his lips twist up into a smirk.
He steps closer and leans down to whisper in your ear, "That implies you need me." You grab onto his leather jacket that covers his leather and cloth shirt. Both of you needed a dip in the lake before you take Giyuu's virginity.
Letting Giyuu's jacket go as you pull away, flicking your hand and making the fire die out. You smile up at him and say, "More than you need me. " As you tug him towards the lake, the two of you passed on the while trying to find a good sized clearing to camp.
Giyuu's eyebrows pinch together, and his nose wrinkles up as he scowls. As he warns you, "Don't tell me a clear lie," Giyuu takes a leap and adds, "Daddy doesn't like to waste his time on naughty girls who aren't honest. If I didn't need you, then you wouldn't be by my side still." He grabs your hips and pulls your body to his, as he adds,
"I need you, want you, and I'm craving every part of you. Now let's get to clean up so we can make love to each other underneath the full moon and the stars."
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I Fall Apart
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Pairing: Castiel X Reader (he/him)
Requested by: @professorcas
Warnings: character death off screen, grief, mourning, allusions to a panic attack, a whole lot of angst
Word Count: 927
Summary: losing someone close to you is never easy. Luckily, Cas was there to catch him
A/N: this is a little heavy on the angst part but I promise that there's comfort. This is also part of my Wings Wednesday where I dedicate the day to our favourite angels
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Y/N was still holding the phone in his lap where he had left it after receiving the call. His eyes were still trained on a spot on the wall over his desk though he wasn't seeing it. All his mind could focus on was the conversation he just had.
The day had been pretty quiet for the majority of it and Y/N had seized the opportunity to spend some alone time in his room. Sit around, catch up on his latest show or maybe talk to his family a little. And sure, he got that part. Just not how he had thought it would play out.
"Y/N?" Cas knocked on the door lightly, a habit the angel had just recently picked up. If it was thanks to the wardings in the bunker or the fact that the three hunters had started on throwing things at him whenever he came unannounced, Y/N wasn't sure. Not that any of that was important anymore.
The door opened after a moment of silence. Castiel stepped into the room, his face full of compassion, and sat down next to Y/N. "I could feel that you're upset."
Silence. Why should he talk anyway? It didn't matter and it wouldn't bring her back.
"Y/N? Talk to me," Cas said, voice teetering on the edge of urgency as he placed his hand on top of Y/N's knotted up fingers.
He hadn't even noticed that he was doing it. With slow motions, Castiel coaxed his fingers apart. Y/N's eyes were fixed on their connected hands. Somehow that made it easier to tell him. "She's gone."
Cas gently took the phone and placed it on the pillow next to him. Waited patiently.
"My mom," Y/N's voice broke, "she's dead."
Hearing it spoken out loud - in his own voice no less - made it real. Until then, Y/N had been convinced that this was a twisted dream, maybe even a perverted demon playing mind games.
"I'm sorry to hear that," Cas offered and put his hand on his shoulder.
That was it. Y/N all but keeled over as the tears started to flow. Sobs wrenched themselves out if his throat - so unexpectedly that Y/N couldn't hold them back if he tried.
And Cas was right there. While Y/N fell apart, he stayed where he was, next to him. Until Y/N leaned on him, he didn't even reach out to touch, understanding that physical contact might be too much for him.
Only when Y/N tugged at the sleeve of his coat did Cas open his arms. There was no stopping the flood of tears after that. The angel held him close to his body, let him soak his white dress shirt and clutch the lapels of his trench coat. Y/N was dimly aware of the fabric underneath his skin but his mother's faint, tinny voice on the other end of the phone - the very same voice he would never be able to hear again - felt more real than anything else.
The memories came unprompted, wrapped themselves around his brain like barbed wire. The last time they had talked. The last time he had hugged her. God, it had been far too long since he had.
It was all he could think about now. She had sounded so frail, so broken right before his sister had taken the phone from her hands. It was just stupid pneumonia, nothing she wouldn't recover from - a little chit-chat about why Y/N never came home anymore and then, the doctors came rushing in. He had heard all of that, the call still going.
"Y/N, you need yo breathe," Castiel's voice cut through the fog of memories unexpectedly.
He couldn't. It was too much, it was- "Focus on me."
And then the angel started breathing with him. Slow and controlled, a rhythm Y/N couldn't not listen to.
Slowly, the world around him came back into focus. He was still on his bed, though Y/N was sitting more on top of Castiel than anything else. He was still holding onto the dress shirt, his knuckles white from the exertion. But now he noticed that Cas was holding him with the same force. There were strong arms wrapped around his middle, a grounding weight resting just under his ribs. He could feel every beat of the technically unnecessary heart underneath his ear.
The tears came slower and slower and the sobs reduced to hiccups. Eventually, Y/N could breathe normally again.
A finger hooked under his chin and gently pushed upwards until Cas could look him in the eyes.
"Your mother is in heaven," he said, face open and sincere, "I felt her soul ascend."
The words almost knocked him back down. Y/N slumped forward, the only thing holding him upright was Cas' hand.
"Is she happy?" Y/N asked quietly.
"Her heaven is full of memories with you," he said in answer, a soft smile spreading on his lips.
And that certainly did not erase the pain. For a horrible few seconds, Y/N felt like he was going to choke on all of his regrets.
Once again, Cas' touch was the only thing grounding him in this world. The angel cupped his cheek and angled his head until he could press two soft kisses to Y/N's eyes.
"She's happy," Castiel said after he pulled back. His eyes were filled with compassion, "she loves you."
"Thank you," the words scraped along his throat.
Instead of replying, Cas just pulled him close again. Let Y/N rest his head on his shoulder and grieve his mother in the safety of his arms.
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gentle-sparda · 2 months
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Modern au fanfic!!!
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Since I posted about my oc and the hcs of the Sparada brothers I think now I wanna post about my DMC au
Think of it as a slice-of-life type fanfic, calm, fluff, something I think can be fun to read every once in a while
That being said, I guess I should make little notes about it for context, along with a short intro story, so I hope you like this, I think it's going to be fun, maybe when I figure out how polls and reblogs work I can add it into my writings 
I feel like this au will lean more toward Vergil and Advent's pov/ writings but I'll make sure to give Dante equal attention 
Also this fanfic isn’t proof read, only because i wanna get the boring stuff out of the way 
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Au context:
It takes place in the modern era ie; 2024 and so on
Dante and Vergil are 21, advent is 20
A general summary of the stories/au:
Dante and Vergil get sucked in a portal, dropping them off in a world that looks similar to theirs, but more lively, a buzzing city filled with tourists, traffic, and a few demons. 
Through their portal travels, something had taken their demon powers, leaving them with just a human body with demon parts [meaning their tails and Vergil's horns] no devil trigger, no swords, just themselves. 
The Devil May Cry Shop still exists, but is run by Advent [who in this au is an artificial angel] 
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Waking up on the wet pavement, Vergil felt his body ache. He lifts himself from the ground, and with wobbly legs, he sits down on a nearby bench. His eyes clear up as he looks around. The eyes of passers-by staring at him. A mix of shocked murmurs, fear, and the young kids filming him. He glares back at them. Standing up as an angry cat ready to fight, the sudden noise of a speeding train triggers his fight or flight response. He leaps away from where the sound comes from. The noises of the train, the commotion, and the pa system that felt like it was blaring, everything felt like it was talking at once. Vergil's ears couldn't take it.
He ran to the nearest exit, following the stairs upstairs and out of the subway tunnel, his eyes were hit with the sun's rays. Blinding him for just a moment, he feels himself falling to the ground. Bracing for the impact nothing came. As his eyes adjust to the bright sunlight he notices he landed on something, Scaly. His mouth curled into a frown as he noticed it was Dante. Who smiled at him. Like a puppy, he helps Vergil up to his feet.
"Verg! There you are! I was worried you didn't end up here" 
Vergil pulled his hand away from Dante "How the hell do I still end up stuck with you.." he grumbled. "Where is ..here.. anyways?" His eyes darted from side to side. His shoulders tense up. 
"Relax verg. I'm sure we can just ask around" Dante smiled, and he noticed a couple sitting and eating ice cream. Approaching them, he smiles widely. "Hey, strangers! Mind telling us where we are?" He waves at them trying to look as friendly as possible. The two of them glance at Dante, the woman throws her ice cream cone at Dante, screaming and running with her other half in tow. Dante froze... then licked the ice cream that was melting down his face. "Mmh. Strawberry " a slight purr in his thought seeps through. 
"Is that your way of figuring things out" Vergil crossed his arms. 
"Not my fault they screamed and ran. Although I wonder why.." Dante turned around, his tail dragging behind him. It knocks Vergil off his feet, landing on his butt. 
"Damnitt dante! Watch that stupid tail of yours!" He hisses at him, getting back up as he brushes the dirt off his pants. Dante lifts his tail into his arms "Strange. It stopped moving. Usually it doesn't touch the floor".
Pieces start to place together in Vergil's brain. He rubs his temples and sighs. "If my theory is right. This means this place has removed any trace of our demon powers." Dante tilts his head to the side. "Meaning what?" His eyes blankly stare at his big brother. He was still working on finishing the splattered ice cream from his forehead. Vergil rolled his eyes. Not wanting to repeat himself. 
"Hey, you two! Hands in the air!" A voice caught the attention of the two brothers. 
Standing in a white shirt with black pants, a tail swishing side to side. Standing just below their eyesight, advent held their gun in place, pointing at both boys. Dante chuckles "Well aren't you a cutie, what's your name kiddo?" He leans into their face. "Advent." They simply replied as they sucker punch Dante right in the nose. He winces in pain, falling backward in front of Vergil's feet. "You demons are coming with me, don't try to fight" Advent reached over to grab Vergil, who gigled and gripped their wrist. "Who the hell do you think you are talking to me like that." He forced pressure on their wrist but it didn't seem to be doing anything. 
"Mmmh hmm yuh, sure. " advent simply reached over and cuffed his hand with their free hand. "Don't need to be so hissy about it" They jerked their hand away from Vergil who stood there in stunned silence. Dante held his nose as it was bleeding, watching Advent cuff him to his brother. He saw Advent kneel in front of him. Grabbing a tissue advent wiped some of the blood off his nose. Gently patting at his nose, and handing him a new tissue. "Here. Hold it so it won't bleed all over your mouth", their tone noticeably much softer. Helping Dante to his feet, they take the brothers away from the busy city. 
Walking down the almost empty street, Dante notices the familiar sign on the building. “Hey, that's my office” He tries to run up to it, only to be yoinked back in place by Vergil. “It’s like having a child on a leash” He growled. “ Your office? Then I suppose you have the keys to it” Advent smiled, stepping to the side to let Dante walk up. “Duh, of course, I do!” He puffed out his chest proudly, rummaging through his coat pocket. Pulling out his keys, with a bright pink keychain attached to it. He tries jamming the key into the doorknob. But it didn’t seem to work. He awkwardly laughs. “Maybe it’s another key.” He tries it again. Nothing. Advent lets this go for about an extra minute before walking past Dante and unlocking the door. Dante stared at Advent. Vergil held back a snicker. “Ladies first” Advent showed them the open the door. Dante walks in, huffing and practically dragging vergil in. Locking the door behind themselves, advent turns on the lights. It had a subtle warm lighting to give it a homey vibe. The office display was exactly like Dante's, the only difference was the scattered paperwork Dante had on the floor, was neatly stacked in the corner of the desk. Dante flopped onto the neat couch, nuzzling into the warm, clean sofa. Vergil sat down pushing his limp tail to the side. “What's the point of all this? Who are you, and why did you bring us here?” 
Advent sighed and sat down on the seat across from them. “Because you aren’t the normal demons I fight, you look more…well human.” Advent handed him a newspaper. “And because the mayor of this place would’ve wanted to get rid of you instantly. Vergil reads the title of the paper. 
“ Law implements a demand for others to stay indoors for any demon attacks” 
Reading through the words, it describes how the mayor paid for the building the brothers are in. How they created a new weapon to use to help combat the demons that are appearing across the town. 
“You guys aren't the same as other demons right? You two are far different than those animals” Advent looked around in their pockets, grabbing the keys for the cuffs. They walked over to Vergil, gently grabbing his wrist. “And if what I'm saying is true. Then you won't blindly attack…right?” They unlock the cuffs and toss them to the side. Almost braced for an attack, but nothing came. Only the stare of Vergil’s cold eyes. With a sigh of relief, advent rubs Vergil's wrist, where the cuff had accidentally pressed on too tight. “It was only a precaution. “ Advent murmmed. 
Advent explained to the brothers everything that was going on.  From who they are and where they are. Dante didn’t care for much. He was too busy rubbing his face on the cough, humming, and closing his eyes. But Vergil, as tense as he is, was willing to listen.
“The place you're in is called Redgrave Central. It could be a different universe from your city. Because here, the only demon attacks happen on odd bases, although that means the city could have some hidden gate of hell. Not much can be done. And I know this place feels different for you. But if you let me, I can help you two get around this town, and help you two with your er, loss of your demon powers. Just promise not to kill me or any innocent people” Advent added with a small laugh. Vergil crossed his arms, “And how will I know that you aren’t just leading us to get killed? After all, you did punch Dante. 
“It was on;y a precaution!” They butted in. Standing up they held their hand in front of Vergil. “Well like a song says, just make a deal with the devil. Let me help you, and in turn, you help me learn about you two. But if things don’t work, then you have all the right in the world to kill me. Do we have a deal?”. Vergil hesitantly grabs advent’s hand. “Deal.”
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slipperyskell · 10 months
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Brain is going a mile a minute about a dragon age/destiny 2 crossover situation because of what we learn about the light and dark in lightfall (at least what I’ve learned so far in the first couple of chapters) so you’re all going to hear me holler about this for a minute
- the Fade is associated with the darkness, with spirits/demons being manifestations of darkness because of the whole “light being concrete/physical and dark being abstract/emotional” thing
- Obligatory “something about the Veil” thing here because the concept is used in both franchise but I can’t elaborate on further because they don’t really explain what the veil is in Lightfall from my understanding but I imagine it is a similar “barrier between the two forces” thing
- mages are lightbearers (???) with some drawing their force only from the light (the traveler), while some draw from the Fade/the darkness. This ofc also means some non-mages/lightbearers also can draw from the darkness, albeit with some difficulties and not without unfortunate side effects
- not 100% sure on that though since that’d mean p much everyone that’s a mage/lightbearer is gonna be a warlock of some form and that’s boring
- something about the blight/darkspawn being associated with the witness (maybe the hive???)
- also something about the disciples being associated with the archdemons (blights being collapses?????? I dunno man)
- Also also something about the maker and the witness but I don’t know enough about either to elaborate
- Most chantry folks/chantry centered organizations are staunchly against the use of the darkness in any manner
- (???) mage circles like we’d know them in dragon age are places where lightbearers originally came to train, but since the blights/collapse, these organizations have since twisted into catching lightbearers and other people confirmed or suspected of using/being corrupted the darkness. Their ghosts, if they have them, are sealed away like mage’s phylacteries.
- some circles treat their lightbearers well and assist them in studying the darkness or steer them away from it, while others are notorious for abuse and worse. It’s circles like these that lead to rebellion
- Tevinter is one of if not the only place where the use of darkness is not only accepted but pretty normal
- Templars use Cabal light repressing technology as well as lyrium to combat against rogue lightbearers
- human, awoken, eliksni, dwarves, elves, cabal, hive, Qunari, exos, Vex - all the races/species from both franchises exist in this crossover and It Just Works because I can’t think of a decent explanation off the top of my head right now
- something about Braytech and dwarves being associated with one another
- Dwarves can be lightbearers but can’t be effected by the darkness since thats the fade, unless it’s under particular circumstances like we’ve seen in the dragon age games
- Cole technically being a kind of nightmare since he’s a manifestation of someone who’s died?????? Void hunter btw but I do also like the idea of solar hunter with the knife throwing super
- Iron Bull would be the most kickass Solar Titan you have ever seen and you can NOT change my mind (GIVE HIM BIG FIERY HAMMER)
- Sera does not have the light, and she HATES the idea of the dark so she obvs doesn’t use that either. She just gets into vanguard operations anyway because she’s fucking insane <3
- OH MAN THE AHAMKARA OOOOOUUUUUGHHHHH (WISH DRAGONS BABY)
- AHAMKARA QUNARI???????
That’s all I got for now but MAN I am thinking thoughts
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beevean · 1 year
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AU scenario where BB doesn't spend years in the ruins of Castlevania alone, but finds himself a mentor :)
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The man sucked in huge gulps of air, hand and knees on the hellish symbol used for the ritual.
Benedict was exhausted. His head thumped, as if he hadn't slept a wink, and his nostrils revolted at the stench of sulfur and smoke. But the excitement of his accomplishment gave him the strength to raise to his feet, and land a hand to the red-haired man.
"You... you are really here... General Isaac!"
The older Devil Forgemaster snapped his head at the mention of his name; yellow eyes bore into Benedict, wide and feral.
"'General'?... I wasn't called that in a very long time... Who are you supposed to be?"
Isaac was here! He was speaking to him, perfectly normal! Benedict was afraid that he'd create a zombie or bring him back in a tormented state - no, it worked, it worked! "I'm Benedict Belmont, sir, and I really need your--"
Benedict realized his gross mistake as soon as he noticed Isaac's eyes widen. Oh shit.
"Another Belmont?!" he yelled, raising to his feet with a speed that would have put Juste to shame. From thin air he conjured a massive spear, rusty blades shaped like bat wings, and swung at Benedict with fury: it was only the years of training that he endured that made him jump in time. "Wasn't one of you enough, now they send me the runt of the litter?"
"Wait, no! I'm--" Why couldn't he have kept his mouth shut? "I want to serve Dracula!" he shouted the first thing that came to mind.
That was mercifully enough to stop Isaac in his tracks. He laughed, a shrill sound that reminded Benedict of the demons. "Are you quite mad? You, a Belmont, seeking my Lord's tutelage?" He mimicked the act of wiping a tear. "I might as well don myself a cross and call myself a priest."
His mocking stung, but Benedict could not blame him. He was an aberration, after all. He gritted his teeth.
"I'm serious, sir," he murmured. "I'm... not like my family. There is something wrong with me. The demons told me that you were just like me..."
Isaac canted his head, now looking much more serious, like he imagined him all that time. He started circling Benedict, like a wolf ready to strike; Benedict did not take his eyes off the giant, bloodied spear.
"Yes, now that I think of it, I do sense the aura of evil coming within you… you don't stink of holiness like the other Belmont…" It was impressive how much contempt Isaac could fit in Benedict's family name.
"Trevor, sir?"
"Yes, that's right… Mmh." Isaac placed a finger on his cheek. Benedict got the impression that he enjoyed his pantomimes. "What happened to him, anyway? Last time we met… he wasn't in very good shape, hehe…"
Benedict sighed. He thought that explaining his desire to renounce to his family creed would have been the hard part, but this... this might be a challenge. "He… died, a long time ago."
"Oh?" Isaac sounded delighted. "Did I manage to kill him then?"
Benedict frowned, but he had more pressing issues. "No, he died of old age. Two hundred years ago."
Once again, that managed to stun Isaac into silence, but this time, he didn't laugh.
"… two hundred years? What do you mean now, Belmont?"
"It's the year 1739, sir. I… brought you back from the dead." Even now it didn't felt quite real, and somehow, voicing his plan made them sound selfish. What right did he have, to bring someone from the dead far into the future? He grabbed his arms and let his face be hidden by his hair, afraid of the reaction of the older man. "I'm sorry… I just… I thought I could… talk…"
I just didn't want to be alone.
Silence followed his confession. When he raised his head, Isaac wasn't paying attention to him anymore. He was looking around what was left of the throne room, gloved hands picking at his arm, and mumbling to himself.
"… huh. So I died. Haha… and here I waited for years in anticipation for nothing." He smiled a wry smile. "Turns out that Hell is quite painless, because I do not remember a thing after Hector… Hector…"
Isaac's gaze got lost in the distance. He placed a hand on his bare chest, nails grabbing his chains, and growled with a broken voice: "Then I suppose that the traitor is also enjoying his blissful afterlife, after all that he did…"
Benedict grimaced. General Hector seemed to be a sore subject in that castle. Maybe one day he'll gain the courage to call for him too... to ask how did he gain the courage to run back... He would never.
Isaac's pale gaze turned back to Benedict, and any trace of anger vanished, replaced by a wide smirk. His mood swings were unsettling, but at least he wasn't angry at Benedict. He bowed in a theatrical fashion.
"Well then," he drawled, low voice like honey. "What did you wish to talk about with yours truly? You must be quite desperate, to drag me back from Hell for my services..."
Benedict gulped. "I am. Please, General Isaac... please tell me everything you know about our powers. And what... and what Dracula was like. I wish to find my own place in this world."
The words dropped with all of their weight in the ruins of the throne room. This was it. Benedict had finally turned his back to his old family. There was nothing but resolution in his heart.
"A Devil Forgemaster in training, hmm?" Isaac turned his back straight and grinned, and Benedict wanted to believe that it was his way of welcoming him in the castle. "Oh, we will get along just fine... Benedict Belmont."
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yvtro · 1 year
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tell us about one of your jason wips 👀
i will tell you about one of my wips that is a bit uncharacteristic for me. lots of my drafts are reworking canon, or post-canon stories focusing on healing, but this one is more of a legitimate AU that focuses on parent-child relationships, and wherein jay is mostly a stable person already, living outside of gotham, with bruce never learning that he came back. the working title is rewind.
for the background, it is quite similar to the setting from my black out days fanfic. i was mostly interested in clashing together 'son of the demon,' and 'lost days,' while also keeping damian's character (as a plot device more than anything else, because he was brought up very differently than in canon). so, tldr, talia planned to give up the child for adoption -> ra's found out about it and she had to stay in the league with the baby -> a couple years later jason enters the picture -> they live in nanda parbat together for a while -> they manage to move.
in rewind the action starts in metropolis. talia is working for lexcorp. jason is a university student and au damian is around 10. talia's absent a lot, and jay is mostly in charge of the household, which he doesn't mind, because after the all caste training he decided to focus on himself (he still engages in vigilantism sometimes, but he doesn't have any particular persona and it's not his priority.)
the whole conflict of the story arises from the fact that damian was used to talia being around all the time when they were in the league, and doesn't understand why she prioritises her work now. and i always thought it was extremely interesting how understanding and sympathetic jason was in canon towards his mother figures (which does not translate to his attitude towards bruce); so jay doesn't get at all what damian's problem is. talia is her own person after all, not just a parent, and she spent years in an actual cult. and it's them that kept her there. did she even want to have kids? this much he tells his therapist over the phone. and damian, unfortunately, overhears it.
next thing jason knows damian is gone and there's only a message left saying that well, since their mother clearly has other things to do and didn't ever want him, he's on his way to find his father.
which gives jay a very bad sense of deja vu. he was in a situation like that before and looking for his other (potential, bio) parent did not end well for him. and talia is on a business trip (less lexcorp-bussiness and more taking-down-big-oil-bussiness, undercover) so he's alone with this situation. he gets on his way to gotham, for the first time in years, but it turns out damian is not there. he needs help finding him anyway, so he will have to work with the bats (and reveal that he's alive. awkward).
the whole point of the story is that jason now has to confront that everything he wants damian to understand about talia is something he should understand about bruce. he can't really say "well your mom is a person and she has certain responsibilities that come with her dedication to making the world a better place, so it's unfair to hate her because of that, she still loves you very much even if she can't meet your every need" and then turn around and go: "fuck you, bruce. batman sucks, you're selfish and you didn't do this one very specific thing i imagined you should do if you actually loved me."
i have lots to work out when it comes to this wip though, for example i'm not sure if jay should first try to contact the bats undercover, or if he would be panicked enough to just knock on the manor's door in a MetU hoodie being like "where's the child. please tell me the child is here." but i'm hoping it will come together soon because it's been cooking for a long time.
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3vocatio · 2 years
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heyy i hope ur having a great day/night <33
i love ur obm analyzations so much and i was re reading them, then a thought came to mind about diavolo, yk how he is the prince of the devildom aka future king, its a wonder why he is still the prince?? since its cannon the actual king went to sleep and isnt planning on returning back, so why isnt the king title passed down to diavolo? since the previous king retired, does he have to wait until he out lives his dad or does the resting king give him the title? its really confusing? it was also cannon that the now resting king was training diavolo to be king so even if he does not like diavolo he still would pass the king title…
anyways love to hear ur input whenever u can ofc (ty) :D
a curious thought! they obm devs never addressed this, let alone explore how diavolo feels concerning his parents. we've only heard that his mother died giving birth to him, and (as we all know), his father is at rest.
because his father isn't technically dead, i'd assume that diavolo doesn't have the right to usurp someone who is MIA. this is why we don't hear of a coronation or the others treating him as a king, although they do recognize him as the utmost authority.
if you wanted to know my personal headcanon:
you'll notice that none of the high-ranking demons (the brothers, barbatos, mephistopheles) go by their true titles, “duke”. you can presume that this could be because as the mc, you're not largely subject to the same political and social rules as the rest of the devildom because you're living with the highest of the devildom hierarchy, but i like to believe that this is because diavolo actually chose to go further with reformation.
with the political revolution of insituting a free and public education for all and committees for public works that improve lives of the denizens, comes social change. it would be difficult to achieve peace and unity amongst demons when old, feudal structures from his father's time remained in place.
i think that this is the reason why diavolo, and the rest of the demon cast, dropped their formal titles. even diavolo is rarely, if at all, referred to as “prince diavolo”; they all hold the same weight and responsibility as their previous titles held, but chose to adapt with the newcoming age.
if his father did arise from his slumber, i would like to think that diavolo would hold his ground. after centuries of reshaping devildom society to better serve his dream of peace, of choosing to act instead of wait for something so futile, why would he give it all up so easily?
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.❝ such is the way of the benign usurper, something whispers to him from the depth of his desk's underside. he lies still, listening for that little mumble. the sound feels unbound by the walls of his chamber, but he knows it was not from beyond the room's boundaries. he lies still, in waiting, and does nothing to advance himself in any way, merely seeking some unseen spectre's idle musings. his heartbeat quickens, time ticking into that granular rift.
it takes him a week to hear it once more, and this time it speaks a little more harshly. i am the dragon and serpent, immobilised only by my desire to seek something new, something better, it tells him. the meek will inherit the earth, and you, skit, will find your place in it.
he bares his teeth and can only laugh with the gentle reminder that, at the end of the day, inheritance implies secondary ownership. the meek will inherit the earth, but it is the bold who truly taste it first.
and so with his palm armed with these vexations, he reminds himself of his true elegance. he recites to others numbing niceties and to himself the dogma he had heard only as a whisper in the back of his skull: such is the way of the benign usurper, whose etymology stems from benevolence -- i will not wait for opportunity and will instead strive for self-improvement and development.
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