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ɴᴀᴍᴇ║Sanemi Shinazugawa
ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ/ᴍᴀɴɢᴀ║Kimetsu no Yaiba (Demon Slayer)
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ║5,874
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
"ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ."
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
He stood stagnant, tugging on your enclasped fingers as your gaze traveled across the occupants of the village.
Golden haze of lanterns and candles flickered across your skin, illuminating you like an angel standing beside him.
He yearned for that angel to bless him with their gaze, yet you barely glanced his way all night - for days.
Why was that?
Even before he departed for his most recent mission three weeks ago, those eyes of divinity were as if locked away.
Directing his gaze to where yours was on, he followed it. You weren't settled on anything out of the ordinary, merely the common folks of your populated village.
"The f*ck you staring at it?" He quired curiously, even if his articulation would suggest otherwise.
Those mauve eyes of his focused on your straight-lined lips as he expected an answer. Longer than he would have liked, did he await a response before you trained down to your hair and fixed the slipping robe.
"Nothing." Like soft-spoken saints, the whimsical tone of your voice infiltrated his ears. Usually, the mere sound would calm him like he was a raging wave; however, this time, all it did was fester something heavy within his chest.
You tugged on his hand, egging him to follow as you two traversed through the crowd. The spring festival coaxed many, if not all, to dwell in the sweet delight of celebrations.
His grip tightened, and he quickened his steps to be in line with yours.
Eyes scoured his figure with interest, fear, and desire. Usually, he would snap and spew threatening words, but at the moment, he was far too in his head.
He wanted to reach forward and seize your face in his coarse hands. He wanted to question you until he couldn't even create comprehensive questions anymore.
If he did, all that would come out of it was a ruined night out that you'd been excited about experiencing for months.
That was until your movement stopped, and you stood still like a carved statue—even became cold like one.
"(Y/n)..." His coarse voice articulated your name in confusion before he trained his attention where your eyes were focused.
It was on a man, a young man around their age, holding onto a child's hand while speaking to a woman next to him.
Sanemi twisted his body to face you and question more of his festering thoughts, but the scenery of your expression nearly broke him.
Your eyes, which always shined like marbles being struck by the sun, now shimmered like the moon reflecting over a pool. They were glossed over and teetering on, spilling over your bottom lids.
The smile that usually graced your lips with dazzling brilliance had scoured down like angels plunging from grace.
You looked absolutely devasted.
"Let's go." Your voice wavered, the vowels shaking as you pivoted around with your geta clogs.
The demon slayer's browbones knitted together as his teeth gritted against each other. No words could describe the way he just wanted to grab you by your hips and make you speak to him.
Tell him everything.
Just this once, he refrained, because the sight of despondency did nothing but fill his belly in cold hard dread.
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
Returning to your estate, the two of you bathed and changed into clean clothes. You were already hidden beneath the covers of your futon.
His lips still desired to question you thoroughly, but he held back - even though it ate him from the inside out.
He laid beside you, his rough hands pulling you close to his chest as he hid the other beneath your pillow. You sighed pleasantly and snuggled closer to his body.
Even though it was a slight reaction, he felt overwhelmed with joy to receive the acknowledgment as such.
The demon slayer's thoughts and concerns could wait for tomorrow. For now, he'd like to succumb to your warm bodies pressing against each, enveloped in the faint fragrance of wisteria flowers.
...
Sanemi couldn't pinpoint the moment he fell asleep, but when he did, he succumbed to its embrace hard.
When he awoke, he expected the sun to shine in through the windows, but only received the moon reflecting her glow across his half-lidded eyes.
He respired a heavy breath and closed his eyes to sleep, though when he closed his arms to hug you tight, he found himself only hugging himself.
The porcelain white-haired male sprang upwards from his sleeping position and assessed the area.
You were missing.
Never before had he flung to his feet so swiftly as if he were transported. He reached for his Nichirin Sword with such vigor that he nearly splintered the sheath.
And then he heard you sigh.
His stomach coiled, and his taut shoulders lowered slightly as he gingerly stalked over to the open door to your room.
Parting it farther, he witnessed your frame sitting at the edge of the engawa. You were kicking your feet, which barely touched the stone/grassy terrain, as you awed at the full moon.
He breathed out a sigh of relief.
"The f*ck are you doing?" He questioned while stepping closer. "Do you even realize the stress you gave me when I woke to you no longer resting with me?"
You chuckled while tightening the thin yukata shielding your frame from the night's chilly air. "I'm sorry, my love. I simply couldn't sleep, and the moon was calling to me."
Sanemi bit his tongue; if it were anyone else, he would release such snappy brash words. But with you, he would hurt himself first before letting anyone harm you come—words or not.
Listening to the whimsical howl of the wind and sharing the sight of the full moon, not one of you articulated on that sweet cold night.
Well, until the man couldn't hold back the bubbling worries filling him with trepidation.
"What's going on? You've been...distant recently." He struggled to find the words to convey his true suspicions.
It appeared as if you hadn't heard him with the way your gaze remained afront and unwavering. But then you sighed and leaned onto your hands after a moment.
"It's nothing." His left eye twitched. "Don't worry about it, love."
The demon slayer scoffed and crossed his arms over his visibly scarred chest through the half-open yukata.
"Nothing? Are you f*cking sh*tting me?" His bare feet stepped closer as the dread trembled into a rage. "Do you think I'm so impudent not to notice your change in attitude or care!?"
You bit the inside of your cheek.
"Really, it's nothing to worry about; go back to bed. I'll meet you there." Speaking in that soothing voice, he usually succumbed to your wishes. But sometimes, even those most loyal devotees question the one they worship.
His eyes evolved into that characteristic crazed expression he displayed while the grip on his sword tightened with the veins protruding against the skin.
He would never hurt you - but you were testing his patience more and more.
"I'm not as dumb as you think! You have been skirting around my questions, barely lookin' at me and acting distant! You're not getting out of this one easily!"
You rolled your eyes with a smile, gazing at him so warmly that it stirred his stomach to burn like fire. "It's not what you-"
"You've been f*ckin' around with another man, haven't you!? You ran and left the festival as soon as you came across that one man!"
Blinking sporadically, you appeared stunned by his outburst. Your brows were raised, and your lips parted before training your attention on the vibrant moon.
"Don't you trust me?"
Sanemi found himself silenced by that simple short sentence. He clasped his mouth shut and bit the inside of his cheek.
Of course, he did; he put all of his faith inside of you. Instead of returning to his own estate once completing a mission, he'd traverse through the mountains to come to you before all else.
You were the light in the darkness that guided him through a life of meaningless continuation. His will to pursue past every injury - every cold night and wicked rain, residing in your arms.
"Come here, my love. Won't you sit with me?"
The demon slayer scoffed yet found himself plopping his heavily scarred body down to sit next to your frame. He released his Nichirin Sword to settle by his thigh and crossed his burly arms beneath that toned chest he was so proud of.
Leaning over, you settled one hand on his right cheek, where a scar marked his face visibly. "My handsome demon slayer..." Your voice drove shivers to run up his spine and materialize goosebumps all over his limbs.
You hummed softly, and as the wind kissed your skin beneath the thin sleeping kimono, your lips connected to caress each other in an intimate manner.
Sanemi found himself responding eagerly. So much so that his hands reached outwards to hold around the small part of your back, hugging you closely.
Your nails dragged against his scalp and massaged the tender crown while kissing him earnestly. "Don't think-" He pressed his chest against yours as he devoured the taste of fresh fruit on your tongue. "-This will-" The fragrance of flowers and peaches infiltrated his noise from the clean scent of your body. "-Distract me."
Pulling away while licking your lips, your hands trailed down his body before resting on his scarred chest. The sensation of your tender skin dragging across the rigged markings compelled his tummy to tingle.
"Did it work?" You quired, chest rising and falling rapidly due to the breathtaking embrace of your mouths on one another.
"Not even the slightest." He answered while flicking your forehead.
Scrunching your nose and pulling away, the contact remaining was your enclasped hands held on firmly.
"Because you've been so persistent, I suppose I can indulge you in my racing thoughts. However..." You peered up at him with those eyes he adored more than anything. "Promise me you won't fall out of love...Swear that you won't think differently of me."
"You're asking a lot of me; you know that?"
"I know."
Bemoaning and rolling his mauve-hued optics, the young man gave your enclasped hands a short squeeze.
You smiled before gazing upon the moon, the trees planted against your estate walls dancing to the winds psalm.
"When I was younger, I met a man who I fell in love with-" Sanemi's grip tightened, and you could feel the vexation already radiating off his figure. You chuckled and raised his hand to kiss the back of it in a reassuring manner. "-Just listen, please."
His lips were planted firmly together as he pushed down his bitterness like dunking water lilies that desired to float upwards.
"It was a while ago, long before I met you. It felt like a fairytale with the way we became close. We never married; we weren't planning on it until I-" You cleared your throat and became silent as you peered down at your toes to wiggle them.
As if a lump were stuck in your throat, you struggled to speak or convey any more of your story. Thankfully, Sanemi remained silent and allowed you to regain your thoughts.
"U-Um, I became pregnant after a few years of living together...Everything felt like a fairytale...that morphed into a nightmare shortly after. I was close-"
Even looking at the side of your face, he could discern the shimmery trail of liquid streaming down your warm cheeks in the moon's glow.
He should have leaned down, pulled you to him, and comforted you. Yet he remained stunned at the pained sight of your teary profile.
"I was so far along, only a few months from my due date, but something was wrong. So very wrong." Your hands came together by your chest, where you held them close to your heart. "I visited a physician, hoping nothing was wrong, and I was merely overexaggerating the pain...But he broke the illusion of my happily ever after."
Teardrops tumbled upon his hand and traveled down his wrist.
"I was so far along; there was nothing I could do but carry him to full term. I was devastated; my heart shattered. I gave birth to a child without a soul, who hadn't even taken his first breath. Crying, and sobbing, every night I wept myself to sleep in the cold sheets of my home...alone."
Sanemi could feel his stomach coiling in a similar pain but not quite the same as your suffering. The pain of losing his mother to the demonic curse, and the pain of losing his younger brother to injuries acquired in battle.
It may not have been the same, but that didn't mean he would denounce or diminish the despair you've gone through. Truthfully, if he could, he'd take away all your pain and keep it to himself if it meant shielding you from the misery.
"After my miscarriage, he spent most of his time out at night. Returning early mornings, he slept until work and was once again gone. I was alone...all alone to soothe and comfort myself. One night, I caught him myself out in the village; he was with another woman. He wasn't as faithful as he promised; he wasn't loyal as he perceived."
The air grew chillier, freezing the blood in his veins, yet his stomach warmed with fury. It grew as if someone were fanning it to life, yet it shrank once you tugged on his hand.
He glanced downwards and witnessed that dazzling smile again, surrounded by drying tears of anguish.
"I confronted him and showed him the evidence. He attempted to sway my anger, and even guilt trip me to allow this woman to live in our home because...because she was pregnant with his child."
"I hope you didn't allow this sh*t bag to get what he wanted." Sanemi finally found his voice which prompted you to chuckle and sniffle.
You kissed the back of his fingers, which dried with your tears, leaving behind a slight print. With his free hand, he rose to hold the right side of your face tenderly and intimately.
Leaning into it, you shielded your eyes as if resting but continued on with your anecdote.
"I had suffered too long, for months, and that request was the last nerve that needed to be struck before I came to my senses. I left him and moved into the larger village where my grandmother offered to house me. I had no idea that she housed demon slayers until...well, until you were the first to show up."
Gingerly, you parted your glossy eyes and smiled at him so sweetly. Only you could make him feel like a body lacking bones at your touch with the way you made him feel so soft.
"So now you know." You sniffled and removed yourself from his warm embrace to swipe at the tears. "I know I should have told you sooner, but this was something I wanted to keep to myself. It's my struggle. I just didn't want you to think differently of me."
"I could never. (Y/n), you're my angel." His voice had never been so low and benevolent. The abrasive, hot-blooded, rash, and a stubborn young man would only ever speak to you like this.
The person he loves with every fiber within his body, whom he would only ever hold his tongue for.
"I can...understand why you fled when you saw that f*cker, but why had you been acting so distant?" He found himself questioning his thoughts now that the path for conversation was opened.
Reaching for one of his scarred hands, you brought them close to your face where you kissed each individual slender jointed extremity before holding his palm to your face.
"It's nothing, really."
"(Y/n)."
You clicked your tongue before settling his hands on your clothed tummy. "The baby fever has been so high recently; I find myself lost in thought and yearning to be the mother I could have been..."
Sanemi longed to give you the world, to provide you with everything you've ever wanted. Although young, and constantly thrusting himself into danger, he never thought far enough of what to do once the demons were rid of the land.
He always believed Genya would be the one to marry, settle down and have his own family. But that idea was crushed with the passing of his younger brother.
In no way did the demon slayer think he would possibly be the one to lead that life. Only now did he begin to consider it might be feasible.
"Let's do it."
You flung your gaze up at his unwavering voice. "H-Huh."
He formed a coy grin as he reached for your waist, tugging you closer with the proximity of your body, erupting heat in your bellies. "Let's make your belly swollen with our child this time."
Heat emanated from your face; he could feel it against his as he observed you with those pale purple-mauve eyes of his.
"Oh, Sanemi..." The way you expressed his name drove his browbones to furrow and lips to scowl harshly. "I-I'd love to...but I can't."
He released your figure to spring to his feet; his Nichirin Sword enclasped by his fingers in such a firm hold. "Why not! Why not with me!?"
"Sanemi-"
"No!" He interjected. "Is it because I'm not him!? Is it because you only want his child-"
Your hands sprung forward and grasped his face to still his wrathful figure. He was quivering with rage, the veins on his skin twitching and his eyes resuming their usually crazed expression.
Focusing his attention on your face, you bore your fingertips into his skin with a rather annoyed look.
"You're too impulsive!" You reprimanded before squeezing his cheeks. "It's not what you think, dummy! Of course, I want to have your baby!"
"Then why not!" He whined like a child begging for more sweets.
"Because-" Your bottom quivered as the pool of shimmering liquid returned to gloss over your (e/c) eyes. "-Because I'm broken, Sanemi! My womb is too weak, too fragile. The doctor informed me that I might never be able to carry another baby to term again."
The guilt weighed down like lead within his stomach. Once again, his rash and impulsive behavior resulted in a confrontation he'd rather live without.
He was the one who brought you to tears, and he was the one spurring your voice to crack in agony.
"I've yearned for so long to have your child, to be swollen with your next of kin, but I am so scared. I cannot handle another loss, my love. And if you were to leave me because of it, I'll be so devastated-"
This time it was the porcelain-haired male to grasp your face and pull you against his warm frame, where he captured your lips and gave you an eagerly ravenous kiss.
You were hesitant at first, but once he started to reach down and drag his hands across your bottom, you relaxed.
He reached downwards to grasp your thighs and raise you upwards so your legs would wrap around his waist.
His grip on the limbs tightened as he angled his head so the kiss could deepen. You still smelled of him, that earthy cold scent that surrounded you like a bubble.
He could taste the ripe fruit you had been consuming at the festival as he sucked on your tongue.
Breathless groans and teasingly quiet moans reverberated from your chest, and it only drove him to desire more of you.
Leading the two of you back to your bedroom, where he was cautious of how he placed your back against the shared futon.
The demon slayer pulled away only to press his forehead against yours and attempt to calm his raging heart, beating to the speed of a train.
"I'll never leave you." His rough, coarse hands from years of fighting dragged along your clothed tummy before reaching for your face to squash your cheeks. "No matter what, nothing will ever drive me away from you. You'll never lose me."
He kissed your nose before smothering you in another kiss with his hands reaching for the bow of your yukata and eagerly untying it.
"I'll do everything; I'll give you everything. I'm gonna take care of you so well; it'll be like you're a damn princess." Your body was revealed to him through the open nightwear, and he dived down.
You inhaled sharply, a divot forming in your spine as you writhed from your oversensitivity. His tongue tenderly licked along your neck before clamping down and creating dark-colored contusions.
Your lover's tongue dragged along your chest, tasting the sweet yet salty taste of your sweat across every inch of your skin before reaching your breast.
"I'll give you the best of the best." His gaze met your glossy, shiny-hued eyes. "Better than that f*cker ever did for you."
Toying with the knot for his yukata, your thighs rubbed against each other for friction. "You can't know the future of what'll happen. It's up to faith." You breathed, which only resulted in a scoff from the man above you.
"F*ck faith." He snapped as his body became bare for you to see. "I'm giving you that baby you've longed for, and we'll be a happy f*cking family. Our kid is gonna survive everything the damn world throws at 'em."
"Promise?"
He leaned down to kiss you so desperately.
"Do I ever break them?"
Smiling into the kiss, his hands caressed every inch of flesh he memorized like a map of the land. He grazed over areas he knew you were particularly sensitive to and squeezed on others that fit so well in the palm of his coarse hands.
Your breath would hitch or exhale shakily as the anticipation grew to like the stars filling the night sky as the sun lowered.
His fingers grazed down to the space between your legs, caressing folds slickened in arousal from his intimate touches.
He was the follower, yet you sang to him like he was your god who assembled those tingling sensations within your tummy, around your womb.
Sanemi wasn't even the one being pleasured, yet his length throbbed and pulsated as if close to his own release.
Your pleasure was his.
Your nailed raiked through his spiky, short, porcelain-white hair, tugging, yanking, and tangling as your hips rolled to meet every movement of his fingers.
There was nothing more he wanted to do than to make your moans and mewls a never-ending track.
The demon slayer couldn't get enough of your reaction as he drove you closer to your end, gripping onto him like he was your greatest desire you were too afraid to let go of.
His name that fell out of your mouth drove him into an almost primal state, making him mad with lust and passion. More and more, he wanted more; he wanted to give you more.
He could practically reach his own high when he brought you to your climax. The sight before him was a painting that was priceless.
Yet not even the greatest artist could put together the image of your sweat-coated body writhing beneath him. They could never draw the same image of your eyes squeezed shut, tears falling from them with your lips parted.
Nor could they reciprocate the way your thighs pressed along his wrist and your ankles crossed each other.
And even though you lay there, respiring deeply with an arm over your eyes to calm your raging heart and throbbing bundle of nerves, he continued on.
This time with his mouth.
He grasped your hips so eagerly and lifted them upwards so his mouth could clasp around your most feminine area.
You had never cried out so loudly, so desperately.
Your thighs clutched around his head so firmly you thought you could crush 'em like a mere watermelon.
With your hands in his hair, you attempted to push him away from the overwhelming stimulation. The pleasure was still so raw from the first time that you couldn't handle the immediate onslaught of the second course of delight.
Sanemi only gripped tighter, humming with enjoyment as he savored the taste of your climax.
His fingers aided his mouth in his desire to express his longing for you. The other hand gripped onto a thigh as if attempting to mold the two of you together.
Bruises formed underneath his fingertips, decorating your skin with markings of his unhinged eros. His hair was being pulled and tugged as his name rasped from your throat.
On and on, he continued until, eventually, your throat became so dry and parched. You wheezed and huffed, barely focusing on anything other than your overheating body.
How many climaxes did he bring out of you? You don't remember.
Sanemi desired to give you a baby, but you don't know how you can handle any more of him.
Of him inside and conjoined in the most intimate manner.
"What position do you think is the best to make a baby?" He rasped close to your ear while caressing your waist.
At first, his words didn't register in your head as you focused on regaining your breath. But when he grasped the back of your knees and forced them to touch the futon, you drooled in anticipation.
"Like this?" He asked, teasingly grinding his hardened length along your abused slits that were so sloppy wet.
You pleaded for him, pleaded so desperately you emanated so much heat. Your mind was already hazy from everything he had done before, but you were nowhere near finished until the both of you knew you would be swollen with his baby soon.
He guided himself inside, the tip stretching you already before being deathly filled with the thicker, longer parts of his length.
Once again, your breath was stolen from the depths of your lungs. You were left with your lips parted and (e/c) eyes rolling back into your head, dazed.
"My angel, you look so corrupted~." He breathed while he ground inwards, refusing to pull out but merely grazing his vein-covered length across your sensorial nerves, both deep and shallow.
He knew it the moment you were overwhelmed by the size and girth stretching you so well. The man was sure your ex-partner never had you this stupefied by just spearing you on their length.
At the moment, the intimacy shared by both of you was different than usual. When he'd been gone for so long, the desperation, the hunger, and longing drove him to a feral state where he f*cked to get all his frustration out.
And then there were the times he agreed to take it slow, to take his time and allow for the scent of each other's body to envelop the two of you. He rests within you, and your lips would be nowhere else but his as your hands groped and explored.
But this...this was a mix of both. A breeding mix, per see, where the intense lust and primal desire blend with the intimate caressing.
Once he began moving, you were the angel calling out to the deity over and over again. Curses and groans, moans and mewls, they were shared in desperation.
He drove you to be barely able to speak, quivering from his powerful strokes that sent jolts of delight all through your body.
Sanemi mixed praises with degrading, honoring you for feeling so good while also mocking you for how much of a mess he could easily make of you.
A blessing and curse, you couldn't even think straight. You were stuck in a haze of eros that had the tips of your fingers and toes tingling.
It wasn't long until you spasmed, body flushing in ecstasy as your little bundle of nerves - so engorged - pulsated as you met your release.
Even then, he praised you for how pretty you looked and how you could barely keep your eyes open. But he also mocked you for how easily you came undone, how he didn't have to do much, and you clenched and squirmed.
He was covered in the remnants of your pleasure; his pubic area drenched in liquids of arousal and release that also trickled down your bottom.
Finally, you could feel him tensing and the speed of his toned hips increasing. The demon slayer pushed your legs farther apart, pressing them harder into the futon as his climax surged through the base.
The first release was like nothing else; it was an indescribable sensation that you could barely explain. It was thick, hearty spurts gushing into you, pressing through your cervix to fill your womb so delightfully.
Bellowing to whatever higher being was up there, the warmth brought about by it drove you to another org*sm.
How many was that? Three...Four...?
You held the demon slayer's face in the palms of your hands as you kissed again in a frenzied manner. Your sweaty chest rubbed against one another, with your hardened buds grinding against his pecks with every bounce of his thrust.
I love you—and I love you so much—was repeated from your mouth like a broken record. Just saying it didn't feel like enough. No matter how many times you sounded it, you wanted to express it more.
The hardness never diminished as he continued to roll and rock himself, building up another org*sm that would rattle through his bones like before.
With every thrust, his creamy thick emission leaked and dribbled down your legs, staining the futon beneath.
The man above you had your insides fluttering. Butterflies must have been dancing inside your tummy as his pelvis met yours.
Pleads and cries for more seemed to be the only thing you could say. Even though he was already so deep, kissing your body intimately, you wanted more like you wanted to be a part of him ultimately.
By the end of the night, you don't remember how many times the two of you shared a release. However, both of you could agree you are sure as hell pregnant after that.
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
You were sure as hell pregnant after that.
At first, you were overjoyed; then, the dread settled in with you, distressed regarding the pregnancy. Sanemi attempted his best to coax you out of your depressive episodes when you believed the same metiers would occur again.
Sanemi, the most abrasive and brash man you had ever known, had been the sweetest throughout your trimesters. Your needs were put above his, and he focused on aiding the stress pregnancy brought along.
The first trimester went smoothly, not accounting for the morning sickness and vertigo. Your second was even easier, the most troubling aspect being that of your baby pressing into your bladder.
However, once you had reached your third trimester, your baby wasn't as active as it usually was. You visited the physician, but their examination showcased that everything was sufficient.
You just needed to rest and take every day one step at a time. Now that was easier said than done because your angy handsome lover was sent on a mission far from your village.
Sanemi nearly killed the crow who delivered his orders to him. You could tell he struggled to keep himself from retiring right then and there, but he had a mission to destroy them all before he could ever relax.
For once, you had heard Sanemi ask (demand) for assistance from the two only female Hashira's. The demon slayers were eager to meet the woman who had enough to put up with the brash man.
He left you reluctantly, but it allowed you to feel somewhat safe under the gaze of two powerful women who could protect you against almost anything.
The three of you became close, on friendly terms as they kept up with your health. However, the closer your due date approached, the sicker you became, and the longer Sanemi was away.
Shinobu and Mitsuri did everything to the best of their ability to help you, but there wasn't much they could do when your water broke.
There still was no word of Sanemi at all, and this only drove your belly to ache terribly. You did everything in your power to hold back, to wait longer for him to arrive.
But the ache grew too great, and the female Hashira's couldn't bear to witness you on your hands and knees, sobbing from the contractions.
The insect pillar wouldn't allow for you to suffer in that pain any longer. To hell, if Sanemi Shinazugawa wasn't here, she was helping you birth this baby regardless.
You squeezed onto the love Hashira's hands so tightly she believed you would break them, but she held back her own whimpers of pain. She knew yours were greater than hers.
In that sweet tone of hers, Shinobu coaxed you through it and aided so sweetly in the delivery. Through tears, through howls of pain, you can't even remember how much time had passed, but they felt so long.
And just as your child - you and Sanemi's baby came forth - The love of your life barged the doors with such frantic movements he nearly tumbled and tripped over his own feet.
The sound of the newborn pierced through all the commotion, and you broke down into tears at finally hearing the life of your progeny.
Sanemi's steps were slow, as if he were in disbelief at the child being cleaned in front of him. Once the insect Hashira settled the sniffing newborn in his arms, everyone witnessed tears glossing over his eyes, and then trailing down his cheeks.
"My angel...you blessed me with another angel. Thank you."
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Umg umg umg, i hope you would like this request 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 I have two to shared but you could choose one 🥺 (bruhhhh, i hope my English is good enough to be understood)
1. (NSFW) Reader had some injured in the past about their jaw that they can't open their mouth widely (just about 2.5 to 3cm). When they try to eat a quite big cumcuber, they have to bite slowly each pieces and tell others that "I hate this, can't eat something big". When 141 members see it, they immediately have a thought "So how could they take my cock?" even they don't even mean that. What do you think they (141) would react about their thought? I guess Ghost will be really annoyed by his thought 🤣 (anyway i do have that problem so whenever i want to eat a spoon of something, i have to adjust it to fit my mouth @@ that's so pissed off)
2. (SFW) For some reasons reader have to pretend that they betray 141. Maybe they have to make the enemies believe that they're in the enemies' side (reader is a spy, perhap), or you just can choose to not mention it. But reader can't tell 141 to keep their (141) safety. I wish i could know their reaction about reader's betrayal and what if reader's eyes redden or even cry while they try to keep straight face during the betrayal scene 🥺
It’s 1:02 a.m. here, and I was playing Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 3. I don’t know what to say, but I am ugly crying. I won’t spoil it for those who haven’t played yet, but my heart got ripped out of my chest. Writing is my only coping mechanism, so I decided to grab my laptop and write for them, for myself, and for those who played it and felt the same way as I did or didn’t.
Well, I well use this opportunity to make amends since I have abandoned writing and we will start with little cuty user, and her requests.
Characters mentioned :
John Price - Johnny "Soap" MacTavish - Kyle "Gaz" Garrick - König - Simon "Ghost" Riley - Alejandro Vargas - Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra.
Tired and hungry were the worst combination at this moment, now that you were finally about to start writing tha damn report. Why did you have to personally write a report?
The report has to be on captain Price's desk today before noon, but as your pen meet the paper, your stomach grumbled louder than a shot gun.
Sighing you stood up, abondonning the idea of ever finishing this report in time. You can't leave your poor stomach empty for the sake of something as foolish as a report, plus you knew captain Price won't scold you much, as long as the report gets to his office before he leaves to his well deserved vacation. You can't wait to eat a fresh meal for yourself and maybe, key word: maybe, leave some for others.
Lost in thoughts you haven't even noticed that you had reach the kitchen. Now here comes the second challenge, actually cooking.
Looking at the small counter, you had one thought, what can you eat? Let's make it more understadable, what can you eat which is easy to cook and you won't have problem chewing? Reminder, you can't open your jaw more than 3 cm.
Well, that will depends, you thought as you opened the fridge to be meet with one lonely tomato, one cucumber, a piece of cheese that no one wanted to eat and nothing more.
Oh, we left to the mission before we could shop!
Groaning in disappointment, you pulled out the three of out. With the issues with your jaw, you can choose either the tomato, the cheese, the cucumber (but it has to be cut into small pieces, and that's too much work!) or you can combine them all to create a tomato-cucumber-cheese salad (You had to fill the void in your stomach somehow and tomato, cucumber or cheese alone won't do it). Unfortunately, as you were about to grabbed the tomato, you noticed two things, it was too soft, mushy, and smelly.
You grimaced, examinating the three items, and the only surviver was cucumber, with the cheese having mold all over it. So, cucumber alone it is, sighing you turned to grab a knife, to at least cut it into smaller pieces, but it seems you wasted all your luck just now.
You facepalmed at the unwashed stack of dishes. You haven't noticed them, with your back facing where they were buried in the sink. They must have been left here when Laswell called for an urgent mission, since no one uses this kitchen except the 1-4-1, you and occasionally, the Mexican boy (Alejandro) and his flowery companion (Rudy) when they visit.
Speaking of the devil, you peered over your shoulder to see the squad chatting as they strolled towards the grand table, between the door and the counter. Their shoulders weren't tensed as it was a few hours ago. They were actually making jokes minus Ghost obviously, but even he have the green aura around him.
Seeing as they were safe to approach, you coughed catching their attention immediately, but before anyone could greet you with a teasing nicknames, you pointed out at the sink.
"I cleaned, the week before, your turn," you pointed at Soap, who's shoulder sank as he teared up, but you knew it was all an act to wiggle his way out, but not this time.
Once he noticed that it wasn't working, he give in and walked towards you, picking on your cheeks before wearing the gloves. Pink gloves, that you purposely brought just to have a good laugh at Ghost, a scary man in hello kitty's gloves. It was the finiest memory you cherished among others.
"Colonel Vargas, Sergeant Major Para," you nodded at the two before greeting the others.
"I asked you too many times to just call me Alejandro, we aren't strangers after all," he grinned as you just nodded, giving up on arguming.
Taking the empty seat between Ghost and Price, you listened to their madone talks as you tried to take on the big boy, cucumber.
Why were cucumbers so big? You though dreadly as you tried to fit it in your mouth, but of course the thing was too big.
"I hate how I can't fit anything big in my mouth," you mumbled but of course, it has to be silence the moment you decided to complain.
You pushed your lips forcefully apart, just enough to not hurt yourself but enough to fit the head of the cucumber in your mouth because there is no way you were going to wait until Soap cleans the dishes, plus you had to go over them. You can trust them with your soul but never in cleaning.
Everyone snapped their head towards you, eyes widen. Their watched how your eyes narrawed as you biten small pieces of the cucumber. They all had one thought in minds, how will their cocks fit in your mouths when you can't fit a cucumber, a mini size.
Price was the first to lean back, and tried to come with a way to train your jaw. He was a patient man, he can start small, few licks here and there. You can started by fitting the head, then slowly you will be able to fit it all in, just right. He licked his lower lip just at the thought of how you, his fierce soldier, will look cute down on your knees just for him.
Gaz and Soap on the other hands had the same though, how will it fit in your mouth, but more of concerned about your safety and comfort, not like Price will force anything upon you but the old man knew better than anyone that you won't resisting once he has his hands on you. They don't mind much, even though they fantasised many time about you gagging around it as you tried to do your best to please them.
For the Mexican boys, same question, and as much they didn't want to have such lewd thoughts of someone they respected. Like the others they didn't mean it. It was out of their controle. The thought was so pleasant, that they have to see it in real life—I mean, They had to test the theory in real life, maybe you can defy your believe, they can help prove yourself wrong and that you take more than just one cock—Uhh, what they mean, darling, is that you shouldn't push yourself too much, you are a valuable memember of 1-4-1 and no one wants you hurt.
König, he was panicked in Germany, Wie werden sie meine glied nehmen können? (How will they be able to take my cock? I don't know the word for cock in germany so don't come at me, please, I just started learning the language!). When I say he was panicking, I mean sweating as he thought of all possibilities that may accure if one day, he couldn't control himself and accidently, slide it on your mouth. He was scared of breaking your poor jaw, he didn't want you to hate him, not when he loved admired you so much.
Ghost was the contrary of them all, he was annoyed, grumbling under his breath like grounded child. How dare you you? How dare not be able to take it? All along the mission, he was holding on, barely, but still holding on his hands to his side and cock in its place just to be able to get you under him once you were all back. He had planned it all. Today, after this little warm hearting meeting with everyone he will slide away and get into your office, knowing you were busy writing your report, and seduce you or whatever, just to get you on your knees, but now you had to tell him you can't take him???? Who are you to decide that?
In conclusion, everyone was in their clouds, imagining and thinking whatever they wanted to do to you while you sobbed in your corner over the still existing void in your stomach.
I am still hungry, you sighed, as you finished your cucumber.
Can you do one with a female reader who likes to act in her free time and invites the task force 141+Alejandro +Rudy to see her play at the theater? Feel free to ignore this
This could be seen as platonic or romantic for Price.
Sorry for the late update, I just finished watching Shadow and bone and I am looking for the books, so maybe I can write for it. I don't know, do you have any suggestions?
1-4-1 had just come back from the long and tiring mission. They were glad they could take a few days off, maybe they could join you on your vacation. It had been long since you all gathered for something other than missions.
1-4-1 Walked the hall, bags under their eyes with Alejandro and Ruby by their side. It was surprising when they joined them on the way back. As they were about to enter the kitchen for a cup of tea and some for a cup of whiskey, your voice suddenly was heard a few steps away.
"GUYS!" They turned to see you walking towards them with a friendly smile. You were wearing casual clothes, a simple white sleeveless t-shirt and jeans, but god did it look good on you, especially now that your hair was down.
When did your hair grow this tall? Has it been this long since they saw you?
You hugged each one of them, "Hello love?" Soap hugged you taking in your fresh smell, you smelled like flowers, and it relaxed him. He was now safe and sound, with you in his arms. They all thought the same, they missed you so much it broke their heart to see how you changed in the time they have left.
"How are you, Captain?" Price had a special place in your heart, you loved him a little more than the others since you worked under him and know him longer than the others. Price could say the same, he practically trained and raised you. You were his favourite soldier and person.
"Alejandro! Rudy!" A smile broke into your face as you saw the two soldiers, "Oh my God! I hadn't seen you two in years!" You kissed their cheeks and as oblivious as usual, you didn't notice the red on their cheeks. "Mi amor, we missed you too!" He hugged you. "You had grown taller!" You rolled your eyes, "I was always this tall.".
Alejandro shook his head "No, you were this tall!" He grinned teasingly, as showed you how short you had been, it is true with the training you had grown taller. Before you give one of your special sarcastic remarks Rudy took you in his arms for the second time. "Even so you are still beautiful" He whispered in your ears, making you shiver.
Did this man not know the effect he has on you?
"Thank you, Rudy." You smiled and as you were about to compliment him, you were stolen by Ghost. The sudden show of affection in public did take you off guard, but you hugged him back, not thinking much of it. "How is my favourite Riper?" He asked with a deep voice, you can hear the smiled in his voice, and you almost whistled.
God, are you testing my self-control?
"I am your only Riper, Ghost." You responded smirking, "But seriously I have missed you all." You hugged him, showing all the emotions your mouth couldn't mutter. You were truly scared when they weren't back last month, not only that but the base had lost contact with them, and you haven't heard anything from them for a whole month, but now they were back, you finally realised you could have lost them forever. "No more mission without me" You announced firmly, your tone expressing how you weren't accepting no arguments.
Price nodded smiling in sympathy, as he watched your eyes water. You broke the hug and went to Gaz, " Well isn't this my favourite boy?" You kissed his cheek, hugging him. "Hey! I thought I was your favourite!" Soap commented pouting, which made you laugh and everyone joined. It was a happy moment "How are you? I hope you didn't miss me too much?" He winked, smirking.
Okay, what the hell happened in the mission?
You smiled confusedly at their sudden change of character. Ghost who would rather die than show affection outside the closed door just hugged you, Rudy, the silent boy, complimented you and Gaz just flirted with you?
"Why are you here, not that I am not happy to see you or anything, but aren't on vacation in Hawaii or something?" Soap asked, "Yes, I was going but then I changed my mind, I didn't want to travel without you. It would have been boring." That was only half the truth. You were scared, to say the least. You were terrified of what may happen in your absence, so you stayed, and the worse thing did happen. You lost contact for a month and even then, you were forbidden from going to look for them.
You smiled through the pain of the memories and asked, "So what are you guys planning to do?" You all entered the kitchen, "Sit, I will get everything ready" You softly commanded, taking your place behind the small bar. It was built for 1-4-1 to relax when they are no missions. "Well... I don't know, sleep first and then I will see" As usual Soap was the first to respond, and everyone nodded. Sleep was now their priority. You smiled when suddenly your eyes widen in realisation and you stopped your movement, "Oh, I had completely forgotten about that!"
"What is it that you have completely forgotten about?" Gaz raised an eyebrow, " As you may know, I act in my free time and at the end of this week, I am going to perform live on the stage." You smiled proudly; it was hard to pursue your hobby when you didn't have much free time. "Wait!" Alejandro stood up walking towards you, with wide eyes. "You act?" He asked holding both of your hands. " Rudy, ¿Escuchaste? Nuestro amante es una actriz." (Rudy, did you hear? Our lover is an actress.).
You just stared as Rudy smiled like a sick lover boy and a happy puppy Alejandro.
What did he say?
Well, either way, you smiled tilting your head, it was best not to comment or demand a translation because none of them will give it. "So, when this live performance will be?" Price asked, and you took back your hand from Alejandre and passed Price the ticket you have been hiding in your pocket. It was just today that you were able to print it. Price stared and all the boys stood to read it with him, the performance was two weeks from today. "Do want us to come?" Gaz asked but you can see the answer in his eyes. Soap was giving you the puppy eyes "Sure" you laughed, "you don't have to use the puppy eyes, Soap" You wrapped an arm around his neck and grinned, you really had gotten tall. "I would have invited you either way." The man lighted up like a Christmas tree.
Was he really this happy just because I invited him?
You let him go and stepped to continue preparing their teas and liquor.
(time skip)
You were behind the stage getting your make-up done. You had your clothes on and the director was behind you making sure everything worked, but you didn't pay him any attention, your mind with your phone. You had been waiting for a call from 1-4-1 and Alejandro and Rudy, but none had called. You had tried but none answered, not after you sent them the invitation in their personal emails.
Did they change their mind?
You bit your nails until one of the make-up artists stopped you. You were now stressed; you had wished they could see you. You had been training for so long even when there was no time. You spent sleepless nights, not because you wanted to be good for the public but for your friends and now with Alejandro and Rudy here you were over the moon, but now none of them was coming.
Your train of thought was cut short when the director placed a hand on your shoulder signalling to you that they were ready for you on stage. You nodded mastering the best smile you could give and without waiting time you stood up, waiting for the final signal to walk on stage. "Your micro is ready?" One of the staff asked and you nodded.
Damn it! You can't talk. The stress had finally got to you, I guess you weren't strong as you guessed you were. You sighed, taking two breaths, and the Staff nodded when the red light shone, and you were ready to be sent to stage.
Ten minutes into acting, you had relaxed, and your shoulder was down, and when your character was supposed to be annoyed, you did what any annoyed person will do and just like how you practised, you turned to the crowd avoiding looking at the other actor. Your eyes unconsciously searched for your team, and you found them they were sitting in the first row. Your eyes almost watered and you had to use all the straight you could gather to control yourself from running towards them.
Soap, as usual, was grinning from ear to ear, Price had a proud look, a proud dad look. For Ghost, well...you couldn't see his expression under that mask, but you definitely can see his eyes twinkle under the fait lights. Gaz more focused on the story and the actors but he smiled and cheered when your eyes meet. Alejandro had a serious look, but you can pick the pride dancing in his eyes. For Rudy, he smiled shyly once he saw you looking at him.
An hour passed and you finally finished. The director and your fellow actors stood on the stage bowing to the audience. You, of all people, were smiling the brighter as your locket with your team, nothing matters more than their presence and their loud cheers.
You all left to take the make and costumes off, and some of the other actors had interviews so they are staid while you sneak out before the director can ask you to do the same. You were excited that they indeed were here to stay another second behind the stage.
Once outside, you took your phone and called but before you could put your phone on your ear two strong arms hugged your waist, you almost pushed the person if you hadn't recognised his smell of cologne.
"You were amazing." Said Soap, with a smile you responded "I know". He laughed spinning you around as he praised you over and over again with sweet words and kisses all around your face as you giggled.
"Okay, I think that's enough kissing." You weren't expecting Ghost to be the one to stop Soap, seeing as the latter was practically his boyfriend, and was that jealousy in his eyes.
You shipped the two together forever, they were close to the hip, you can never see Ghost without Soap and you can never see Soap without Ghost.
You were so deep into your head that you hadn't noticed Alejandro approaching you. You didn't acknowledge his presence until his arms were secured around your neck while the other was ruffling your hair. "You did good, niñita." He smiled as you scrawled at the mess he made with your head and before you could complain Price appeared with Gaz driving the car. "Come on, we are going to celebrate." He said and you all entered the first and second car.
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You just run from a bunch of trolls who almost had cut you in half, just because you sister was feeling bored and wanted action, yet you didn't scold her, you didn't even talk to her.
You sat a little for away from the company, you felt ashamed of what your sister did, even when they reassured you that it wasn't your fault, but as you notice their fatigue and few cuts, you couldn't help but feel more guilty. That's why you decided to hunt and prepare the best dinner ever for them with whatever the nature provided you tonight.
You didn't eat with them, you more than satisfied with seen them happy eating warm food, soon your happiness was cut short when your sister harshly grabbed your arm.
No one noticed except Thorin, who has been keeping an eye on you since the beginning of the quest, at first it was from worry. You were a stranger to him just like the Hobbit, but after some weeks of showing your worth and your good natured he had start fallen for you trusting you it was slow but worth it, when he would send you a nod of approval or small smiles that you never noticed.
He followed you away from his people, hiding from your sight.
"What are you?" You sister asked breathing heavily, and you just titled your head in confusion."WHAT ARE YOU?" She screamed making you flinch away.
She didn't even notice, and even if she did she didn't care her anger was overpowering her other emotions and rational thoughts.
"I saw the way the elven sword shown when you stabbed the troll who attacked the Hobbit...again What are you?" Her beautiful blue eleven eyes were now as hard as a mountain, there wasn't even a pinch of kindness in them.
"I don't understand" You played the dumb card, feeling nervous at your sister sudden change of character.
"Don't play dumb" She snatch the sword out of your side before she pointed at you. The sword shown in her hand, with a blue light that matched her eyes.
Thorin was prepared to attack once he saw your sister holding your sword against, but before he could do that, a stranger creature that you like a jellyfish (you had shown him once one day when you were on watch duty and he couldn't sleep), it sat on his sword distracting him from attacking, until you spoke.
"I'm a winged creature" You calmly explained as hold your hand up in surrender.
"What?" The betrayal on your sister face broke your heart into small peace. "I'm sorry" you felt like crying, you wanted to cry.
"but you told me that they didn't...that I.." His let go of the sword letting fall on the ground as she hid her face in her hands as she took steps back.
" I had to I'm sorry" You lower your head as you tried to hid your tears too. She had every right to be angry at you in the same time she didn't.
"Why?...WHY?" She screamed grabbing both of your arms with suh force you could feel your bones almost breaking.
"Because I had to" You softly explained, closing your eyes so you don't have to look in her eyes, and your action seem to have angered her because the next your knew, you were in the floor your left cheek warm from the sudden brutal contact of her hand on your cheek.
"Don't lie to me!" She screamed harshly making stand before she pushed making hit your head with the nearest rock.
Before she could anything again, the place around turned black as if someone turned te light off, it scared the three of you, instantly a deer as white as snow with two big hornes decorated, appeared catching all of your breath away.
He looked at you and he nodded, before disappearing into the darkness that immediately left with him. For a minute you three didn't move, trying to understand what was going on.
Turning to your sister you stood up, feeling a little confident. If the deer was what you thought it could be, than it was time to tell the truth.
"I'm a winged person not because I want to, but because I have to" You started before you hiss from the pain and headache that was forming in your head, which earned you a scoff from you sister, and Thorin attention was full on you, as he trie dto ignore his anger against your sister.
"If I hadn't done it, you would have suffered...I couldn't do that to you" You were still looking at he floor, trying to ignore the black spot.
"Why because I would have been more powerful than... because Thorin and the others would have loved more than you" She tried to push you as she pointed forcefully on your chest with her her finger but you didn't move this time.
"Because they would have taken you away" She raised an eyebrow as she walked back to the sword grabbing it, ready to leave.
"Taken by who"She scoffed again." By the winged people" you responded your voice growing emotionless by the second.
" and what will they have done! Make a queen" She turn again your way the fire in her eyes never Fadden, and to her suprise she was meet with the same fire this time in your eyes but unlike hers, yours was cold sending shivers down her spine.
"They would have taken and breeded, used you like a fucking animal" You took slow step towards her, which made her only scared, and the fact that you were literally glowing didn't help.
She soon shielded her eyes with her hand, and didn't opened them until all the light disappeared making place to a new you.
Her and Thorin jaw dropped as they saw you standing there, with two immense wings behind you(They were so long, half of them was on the ground touching dirt). There were decorated with the gems and diamond that only brought the color of your wings more, making them shine like a Star.
In the contrary of your eyes. They didn't have any pupils, and the irises was just holding the whole universe/space with stars shining everywhere. You were like an angry angel standing in front of them.
Your sister didn't even notice when she started to kneel, neither did Thorin. Both were captive of your beauty and in that moment nothing was important.
"I knew you will have been too proud too cocky to care about the warning so I choose it when I saw it because I knew you weren't worth it.... I had to protect you from yourself" Even your voice changed, it more of deep feminist voice, that made Thorin spine shiver in pleasure, as he turn turn red from how sexy your voice, it was going directly down between his leg. He swear he could listen to you talk everyday and ever second without stop.
Even your sister was now agreeing with you. You sigh turning back to your human form, before taking her hand helping her stand.
"I'm sorry for not telling you...I knew you would react like that I really sorry" you sister nodded, she was on autopilot."Do you forgive me?" She nodded again not even registering what said. "Thank you" You squeezed her happy to be on good terms with. "Come on, we need to go back before anyone notice our absence!" She let you guide hand in hand, with jaw trailing behind her.
Thorin one the other hand was left behind, his hand on his mouth as his brain played your image with those immense wings on your back, he had so many questions he needed to ask but first he needed to take care of his little problem.
Steven smiled at your flowting form, that was sitting beside him, you were a ghost or that's what you told him you were, Unfortunatly, you can not tell him the whole truth.
In Steven's eyes you were something he possessed only him, his own angel guardien. Not the little American man inside of him, you were his friend that showed him the right path, and you never had been wrong. You always right!
You never lied to him, and you told him everything, well not everything, but enough for him to understand where he stood.
You had helped him when no one wanted to and you never thought of him as weird, you were his guarden angel. You even laughed at his stupid jokes.
You hated the nickname. He thought, you would rather be called a blood thirsty monster than an angel.
_What happened?
You raised an eyebrow, and he couldn't help but let out a small giggle, not from hapiness, but how silly this may be to you.
_Well…Well you see..I know you wouldn't beleive but..but there someone inside of me…He want to take my body..His name is Mark..He was the one that broke the toiletes…He want to take my body and kill people…and I was kidnapped when they thought I was him..You see..
Before he could continue, the door opened and he fallen head first.
_Steven!
You eyes widen as you flowted beside him. You tried to touch him, but when it pass through, you draw them back in disappointment.
_Listen Steven..
He turn you way, ignoring the man in front of him. Steven will always put you first no matter the situation, and he was ready to listen to whatever you say.
_Whatever this man says to you, don't beleive him. Did you hear?
Steven nodded rapiddly, like an obedient child.
_He is a liar, just like the skeleton bird over there.
He was glad the bird couldn't see you, or he would have done something to you, after all the insult you throw his way. Since he appeared in Steven's life one year after you did.
Looking at the bad guy in fornt of him, he thought as he tried to stop his tears "I'm counting on you (Y/N)".
He really is, you were his only chance to get out of this mess.
summary: You wanted a normal life, this isn't normal.
warning: reaincarnation, death, mention of death, overpowered reader, mentien of yn, no name to the reader, maybe poly relationshipes, blood.werewolf. some Angst. Futur Spoliers, for both the series and movie. Some changes in the story. First time writting about teen wolf, some characters are out of character
Chapter 1: Not so broken promise.
_You promised!
You looked at God, for the first time since you had become his messager to the "New world". No, not like the old one, where you used to live, a new earth. An earth that hasn't been destroyed by humans, not yet at least.
You were to protect his favorite beens the humans, from all the other creatures that lived inside and outside the planet. That humans didn't known about, and shouldn't know, no matter the consequences, in exchange he would give you a normal life, somewhere in another dimension.
You didn't care where to go, you just wanted a life,no fighting, a life where you can be selfish. Where you can buy a cottage near the ocean or forest, and maybe start a family, adopt a kid or two. You don't want to get marry so adoption was you solition.
_I know, I know...but..
His voice was inside your head, and you didn't know if it was a female or male. All you you could get from it, was how tired it was.
_but what?
You were tired too, but did you stop, NO, you fought for centuries until the humanity was able to protect itself, and he rewarded by trapping you inside a cube, a fucking cube....You know now how Morpheus felt like.
_but you are my best soldier!
The earth benith you start shaking, and you knew he stood up, or maybe just his hands that moved in frustration.It would have scared you, and it should had,if you weren't blinded by rage.
_I never signed up for this!
True you never signed for any of this, one day you just woke up, and boom you become God's soldier. Three years later he come and ask you to do the dirty job, killing and turtoring. The first time you engaged in a fight, you come back bruised and at the verge of death, and the more and more you continue, the more powerfull you become , making you lean more into your sadistic part, and that when God come again, and offored something you had were greedy for.
Money.
It started with money, and when you were bored of. He offered to give you a family,and the more time past the more you start craving something normal, and God given it to you, except peace, that was the only thing God couldn't give you. The peace to wake up and not have to fight, and you should have known better than to beleive him, when he promised to let you go, once the humans are able to protect themselves.
The power you hold was immense and unbreakbale but to God, it was nothing.
He could have taken it anytime he wanted,so Haven't he?
You shacked you head disapointed, and soon as you meet his "eyes" you found youself doubting him more and more.
Was the devil right, when he said that God was not what you were seeing. At that time, you called him liar, because at that time centuries had passed, and God, who you saw as a friend was the only thing that didn't leave, die, or change.
Now you found yourself, believing the devil over your "friend". Maybe you should have listened to him, and killed yourself. Instead of getting your heart broken, so loudly, that all heaven could hear it. Just like how they can hear him break his promise.
A loud sigh could be here. Before thunder and storm start to pick up.
_FINE!
He screamed, waving his hand encouraging the storm to get stronger, and if it wasn't for your power, you would have been flying like the little angels...poor them.
Seconds passed, and you closed you eyes waiting for punishment for standing against God. No one defien him, no one dared to, and you just did.
Once the storm calmed, you opened your eyes to find yourself, in the middle of a living room. Your dream living room.
Your face light up, as a smile starr to grow more and more, to a point where you face start to hurt, but you couldn't help it.
Jumping around you inspeckted every peace of the room, before running like a headless chiken to see the other room.
There was one kitchen, six bedroom, and each had it own bathroom and balcony. A garden with it door open to the kitchen.
OMG You were jumping around, shringing.
THIS WAS YOUR DREAM HOUSE!
And it was no longer a wish or a dream!
You couldn't beleive it.
_Thank you, thank you, thank you.
You kept screaming, thanking God, for keeping his promise.
