Hihi! I saw that your requests are open again! So, I wanted to request a oneshot of Goku Black or Zamasu trying to take care of the female reader of her period, please.
(Totallyy not influenced due to me being on my period. No, my good writer.)
Yeah, sure, totally ;) Gotcha
Bloody Hell
Zamasu had always found mortals to be filthy, flawed creatures. Their bodies were weak, susceptible to disease, pain, and suffering. He had observed their pathetic ailments from a distance, never once imagining he would have to care for one.
But you… you were different.
He still didn’t understand why he tolerated you, why he let you stay by his side when all other mortals disgusted him. Perhaps it was because you weren’t like the others—less selfish, more patient. Or maybe he simply enjoyed your company, though he would never admit it.
But when he found you curled up in pain, your face pale, your body trembling, he felt… something unfamiliar. Concern.
"You’re unwell," he stated, kneeling beside you. "What afflicts you?"
You winced as another cramp hit you, groaning. "It’s… just my period, Zamasu. It happens every month. I’ll be fine."
He frowned. "A monthly affliction? How inefficient."
You managed a weak chuckle. "Yeah, tell me about it."
For the first time, Zamasu found himself at a loss. He was a god, above mortal suffering—how was he supposed to help?
"Do you require healing?" he asked, summoning his divine energy.
You shook your head. "It’s not something you can just fix. It’ll pass."
Zamasu hated that answer. He hated that he couldn’t take away your pain.
Still, he observed you, analyzed what little he knew of mortal comfort. Carefully, he summoned warm tea infused with calming herbs, conjured soft blankets, and placed a cooling cloth on your forehead.
"Rest," he said, his voice softer than usual. "You will not suffer alone."
Goku Black was not like Zamasu. He did not merely tolerate you—he claimed you. You were his, and anything that caused you pain was an insult to his divinity.
So when he discovered you curled up, struggling through your period, he was furious.
"Who dares to make you suffer?" he demanded, his aura flaring.
You blinked up at him, exhaustion in your eyes. "Uh… biology?"
His rage simmered, replaced with confusion. "Explain."
You sighed. "It’s just something that happens to women, Black. It’s annoying, but it’s normal."
"Normal?" he scoffed. "You think I will allow my queen to be in pain every month because of some pathetic mortal weakness?"
Before you could protest, he teleported away. Minutes later, he returned, arms full of various remedies—herbal teas, heating pads, even chocolates.
You stared. "Where did you—?"
"I took them," he said simply.
"You stole them?"
He smirked. "They were unworthy of keeping such gifts when you are in need."
You sighed but couldn’t help the small smile forming. He may have been merciless, but when it came to you, he was devoted.
Settling beside you, he pulled you into his lap, his strong arms wrapped around you protectively. "Rest, my love," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Your pain will pass, and I will be here until it does."
And true to his word, he did not leave your side.
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