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Angst: sigma with a reader that is killed by the hunting dogs during the sky casino arc because she keeps getting in their way of discovering the truth and fighting them to give sigma time to come up with a plan. I quite enjoy teruko but I also know she could 100% snap my neck in 3 seconds. .
What a great idea! Thanks for the request!
'•.¸♡ I'll protect you ♡¸.•'
Sigma x gn!reader
Angst
Bsd masterlist
Enjoy!
The hunting dogs were now pissed, you kept trying to steer the away from the truth doing anything in your power to help Sigma come up with a plan.
You were in the middle of a fight, you knew Sigma was watching you get beaten up and you knew he could do nothing, you hoped he would come up with a plan before your life passed you by but deep down you knew it was your end, you knew would wouldn't make it but hoped and hoped that Sigma could get out of this situation alive. What you never considered was to hear foot steps running in your direction.
You looked in the direction of the noise and as you saw Sigma's body run out from the corner a sharp blade stabbed you in the stomach causing you to bleed extensively. A loud sob was heard from Sigma as he witnessed your assassination. Without a thought he ran to you, promising anything the hunting dogs wanted if only they would leave you alone. You were pushed onto the floor and the two stood back and watched carefully.
Sigma was kneeling down by you, holding your head gently, you felt weak and the pain was unbearable, you could feel Sigma's tears dropping onto your cheek. 'Please dear promise me something.' You whispered. 'Anything, please ill do anything just don't die, please, I love you, please don't go.' You could Sigma's voice crack as he cried out his pleases.
'Promise me you'll live, live on for both of us, keep me alive in your memories, keep our love as strong and pure as it is and always will be, please come out of this mess alive and live on for the both of us.' You smiled weakly. 'Sigma, I love you and I want you to be happy, weather that is in this casino or next to my grave I want you to be happy, find someone who will love you as much as I do and start a family.' Sigma could only cry and hold your hand in his. 'No, please don't say that, you'll survive, you will live! Please... I don't know what I will do if you die, I need you, I will give the casino away for you just please live...' Sigma's voice trailed off into another sob as he spoke further.
'I don't want to start a family with a person I don't love, you are the only one I will love and the only one I will start a family just please, please live, I can't loose you, not now, not ever.' Sigma's sobs and cries muffled anything he said or maybe it was you, maybe you couldn't hear him anymore. Whatever it was, his voice became more and more distant till you couldn't hear it again, you couldn't see, you couldn't feel the pain, the only thing you could feel was painful reality, death. You knew Sigma's cries only grew and grew even though you couldn't hear them anymore, you never will hear him ever again, you will never see him, all you can do is cry, if crying was an option.
The fight continued as it was more or less planned out. It was all a blur to Sigma, the only thing on his mind was now death, he must have been so occupied that he didn't realise he was falling, falling to his death a death he never knew he wish for as much as now. When he lands he will be with you again, he will be able to hold you again and all of this would just be a bad dream. Sigma could feel tears forming in his eyes and flying up. It was the end, it was finally the end.
༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻
I would recommend listening to Leonard Cohen cuz I fucking cried.
Hello! Can I make a request for Zhongli!reader x Sigma (from bsd) ?
If you can't write it's okay just ignore it.
(I'm nervous about sending requests, because I don't do it very often)
And sorry my english is bad, i used google translate to write this lol
a/n: it’s perfectly fine! Ty for requesting :) also your english is okay dw (also sorry this was kinda short i tried not to include the prison break and just the sky casino arc so)
1 yr link!
ZHONGLI!READER X SIGMA
The first time you’ve met someone that you took interest in was Sigma. It was simply due to the reason of the Sky Casino, which seemingly appeared out of nowhere, and that intrigued you nonetheless. However, you felt as if it had always been there, the cargo and the planes driving in and out of the casino signify its popularity in both customer service and the machines themselves. Out of all the casinos you have gone to in Japan, this one has made you stay the most. Not out of curiosity and gambling, per se, but due to the incredible customer service that the casino provides its customers. Honestly, you never participate in gambling, due to your lack of awareness of your money. You don’t seem aware of it, however. Your friend once told you to never indulge yourself in gambling, and although he tried to not make it obvious that you should not spend any more of your money (if you even have any), you quickly realized the undertones of his sentence.
Yokohama was a beautiful place, and you knew most-- if not all of its history. The syndicates, you’re well aware of. You’re mostly there in the Sky Casino for entertainment and arguments about your knowledge of history, which you gladly made yourself involved just as quickly as you were introduced to the establishment. It was always a delight to see your least favorite historians get dragged out for causing a commotion with you. The manager, seeing this, decides to engage in conversation with you. It was sort of a pastime for him if he was not busy with paperwork for the casino and carrying out Fyodor’s orders. The first time you met him was when he personally escorted out a rambunctious individual, who was causing a predicament with his opponent in blackjack. The way he was incredibly courteous and patient with his words took your interest, especially having never seen him in all your years of living. Once you laid down with him and conducted a conversation, he listened to your rambles with awe. The traditions of this country were incredibly foreign to him, and for one to show no resistance to staying with him was enough to make a desperate man forever grateful.
Perhaps it was your nostalgic and welcoming aura or the tone of your voice that never seemed to hint at any annoyance or frustration. The way you listen intently to him and care for his problems is already a blessing of its own. For a man to simply come out of a book to be presented to a person evidently closest to a god-- gifted with knowledge and combat, be rewarded with praise and with quite a bit of money would be unfair to those praying for years to get such a being such as you. Sigma would deem himself the luckiest man in the world, to call an ethereal and angelic human his home. Despite your oblivious stance to spending money and the paragraphs upon paragraphs of speech you dump to him, it’s your stance and your demeanor that pulls him back to you. And for you, despite the facade he puts up and his insecurities as a manager of a casino, you accept his flaws wholeheartedly, as you mesh them together with your own without selfishness and hesitation. Perhaps, if you get the chance, you would make him slowly realize that Fyodor would only be hurting him. And while Fyodor’s words are incredibly tempting for Sigma, he knows his mind and his heart has already settled in with your soul, and you know yours has too.
a/n: thank you @gogolyouwhat for listening to me go on and on about this hehe, also i know this song isn't necessarily about a good breakup, but pls just imagine with me :) i’m also sorry if this is shitty i’m still a bit sleep deprived
genre: angst drabble
credit to @r1kuuw on twitter!!
"I hope you get your ball room floor
Your perfect house with rose red doors
I'm the last thing you'd remember
It's been a long lonely December"
Sigma's grip on the mic stand tightened, his other hand sliding up the cool metal to rest on the microphone itself. He closes his eyes, attempting to steady his voice as he continues.
A new song about a breakup; that's all anybody knows about the song Sigma wrote. Fyodor and Nikolai didn't push the subject after hearing it, surprisingly. Nikolai only nudged Sigma's ribcage, commenting that he must've been quite the ladies man to have such a way with words. Sigma tried to ignore it.
The story of it being about a breakup is only a vague statement Sigma provided anybody and everybody who asked. Everyone assumed it was a breakup from the past, when he was a teen experiencing strong feelings of love for the first time. Sigma never made any motion to correct it; their delusions are better than the truth of the matter.
"I wish I'd known that less is more
But I was passed out on the floor
That's the last thing I remember
It's been a long lonely December"
You watch in the front row with tears in your eyes. It's been at least a year since you had last seen him, and your last moments together were bittersweet. You missed him so much, and even if you're not able to be together, you wanted to see him. You settled with standing in the front row of his show, figuring it wouldn't be good to contact him again.
Your heart aches as you hear the pain in his voice, the sound causing memories of his tear-filled eyes and strained cries. The memory of the night you two had to separate, for the well-being of you both. The conversation had that night had ripped your heart in two; you remember the way his lips trembled as he told you about the demands of his management. And you especially remember the way you both held each other for the last time, a mixed chorus of sobs racking through the air.
"I miss your face
You're in my head
There's so many things that I should have said
A year of suffering, a lesson learned"
Sigma loses himself in the song, remembering your face as if you were standing in front of him. He tries to reach out, but knows it's only a figment of his imagination. He had told you to find happiness and move on, and in his mind, that's exactly what you did. But, he regrets every word he uttered that night. If only he could do more to protect you, the one he considered his home.
He missed the warmth of your hugs, and the way you always opened your arms for him to mold into your hold, like perfect little puzzle pieces. He missed the way you smiled at his lame attempts to initiate cuddles in your bed. He missed the way you made him feel inside when he came home from a strenuous day in the studio. And most of all, he missed the way you made him feel human. If only he could've been as great as you believed him to be.
"It's been a long lonely December"
He finishes the song, his heavy pants drowned out by the sounds of screaming fans. Slowly, he remembers where he is. His eyes open to reveal a large crowd of people and the flashes of lights, always a bit overwhelming to him. Eyes dart around the venue as he takes deep breaths, trying to calm himself down again. But a single pair of eyes cause him to stop breathing.
He gasps, eyes widening; the familiar (e/c) orbs he's been yearning for stare back at him. A watery smile grows on your face at the realization that he sees you, and the expression on his face tells you all you need to know.
His body tenses, muscles straining to stop him from jumping off the stage and running to you, hoping that if he hugs you tight enough, you won't be able to leave again. He wouldn't let you.
Seeing you again only reminded him how much he loves you, so much so that his whole chest aches. His lip trembles as he covers his mouth with his hand. He'd do anything to be with you again. He only hopes that this time he can be strong enough to protect you, as the extraordinary man you always reminded him he was.
