Butterfly| Dark Samurai X Cursed! Reader
Inspired: Butterfly by Smile.dk
The deadly aura wrapped around the forest like a heavy veil, making it harder to see a clearing.
Yet, you flew through the trees with ease, remembering how you used to walk on land with your two feet, enjoying the sense of freedom you had, but the witch's curse has stolen that from you.
The painful transformation shrank your body, and wings burst from your back. By dawn, you were a butterfly, cured by the witch you insulted.
But she was tauntingly merciful enough to tell you how to break the curse.
'To break the spell, you must find a warrior of steel and shadow. At the edge of his blade, you must stand, and only then shall you be free.'
You had searched for what felt like an eternity, watching as warriors clashed and swords sliced through the air, but none had seemed worthy...until tonight.
The scent of blood and steel clung to the breeze as you approached a lone warrior standing amidst a recent battle.
His armor, though splattered with crimson, gleamed beneath the moonlight.
Long black hair, unbound and wild, framed a face too beautiful for a man who had just ended so many lives.
You, understanding the final step of the witch's riddle, landed on the very edge of the blade, your tiny feet clinging to the cold steel.
A strange energy pulsed through you, a jolt that shattered the illusion of your butterfly form causing the world to swim back into focus, your human senses returning with a rush.
Human limbs tangling as you collapsed against the samurai’s chest.
His arms caught you instinctively, his breath hitching as he stared down at you, a naked, trembling woman where a butterfly had been just moments before.
"What sorcery is this?" he demanded with a voice that is low and dangerous.
You gasped, still shuddering from the transformation.
"A curse," you admitted. "One that could only be broken... by standing on the edge of your blade."
His gaze darkened. Something flickered in those dark eyes, something possessive, and ravenous.
You didn’t understand it. Not yet.
The witch had left out one crucial detail.
Breaking the curse didn’t just free you.
It bounded the ruthless samerui to you.
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Akao was not a man who believed in fate. He believed in steel, in blood, in the weight of a promise.
But from the moment you tumbled into his arms, he knew Kami has chosen you for him.
You were his.
He didn’t say it, not at first. He gave you his haori to cover yourself, he fed you, and gave his protection as you traveled together.
However, his eyes never left you. His fingers lingered when they touched. And when a bandit dared to leer at you, his blade found his throat before you could even blink.
"You didn’t have to kill him," you whispered that night, watching the firelight dance across Akao’s sharp features.
He didn't answer you, as his gaze was unwavering.
You shivered.
It wasn’t until weeks later, when he pressed you against a temple wall after speaking to one of the villagers, his body caging yours, that you finally understood.
"You are mine," he breathed, lips grazing your ear.
"The moment you chose my katana, you chose me."
You should have been afraid. But the heat in his eyes, the devotion in his touch, it melted your resistance.
The curse had bound you to him, yes.
But as his mouth claimed yours, as he vowed to carve his love into your skin and soul, you realized something far more dangerous.
You didn’t want to be free.
Not from him.
Never from him.
