5.5k words
CW// graphic description of violence, explicit sexual content, big angst, war(?)
A/N- this is my once in a blue moon hyperfixation fic ! soz 4 any typos i cba reading the entire thing it makes me cringe. i get that post-fic clarity sometimes yknow.
this one goes out to my vato @queenofruneterra 🤞🏽
Pairing: Sukuna x fem!reader
Word Count: 2k
Synopsis: After promising Sukuna to do everything he wants in exchange for him sparing your friends, you find yourself in a bitter fight with Jogo. While you feel like dying, Sukuna enjoys teasing the hell out of you...
Warnings: this is basically Sukuna flirting with (y/n) through the newest episode so it has no real plot, not proofread bc I'm having a nasty headache, forgive me
Tags: @idontknow1123 @creative1writings @dazaisdick @sanicsmut @arehzhera @mynahx3 @wifenanami @ploylulla
In Every Era Part 2 (Sukuna x f!reader)
She is the reincarnation of his love, and he plans to be with her in every era.
PART 1 HERE
Warnings: Blood, violence, fighting, angst, lots of fluff
Note: The readers technique relates to ice and being able to lower the temperatures around her enough to create it. If the text is italicized it is one of the dreams she had. All take place during the Heian era, both Heian era and the version of Sukuna in Itadori's body is included. Takes place during the Shibuya Incident, and quotes the episode's sub at times.
The dreams hadn't stopped.
First, it was that night, the night she fell asleep in his arms.
Then she had another one following it.
Then a third.
It was always a memory from her point of view, so vivid she felt she could still feel his touch when she woke up. They were small, but they got her through the night, always sleeping straight through it.
That kiss was imbued with cursed energy. She didn't know how, but she knew that had something to do with it.
She couldn't take her mind off of it.
Every single night.
"Curses and mutations are mindless, you don't need to harness much cursed energy to exorcise them, although it is made out to be that way," Sukuna said. "If you make a hit on them before they can attack you, you have a better chance at survival."
She was sitting on his lap, up upon his throne. His body heat radiated onto her shoulders, his strong abdomen pressed against her back.
"Is there a reason you're sharing this with me?" (Y/N) asked curiously.
"So you will utilize this information when the time may come my dear," he told her. "Aim for the head."
"I don't think it will ever come," she laughed.
"You are correct to assume that," Sukuna said, putting a hand on her waist and pulling her closer to him. "I won't allow for anyone to harm you."
This was a trick.
The King of Curses wouldn't and couldn't possess emotions like these. He murdered hundreds of thousands, known to be the most powerful sorcerer in history. He needed something from her, to get her to trust him so he could use her and kill her afterward.
These memories were false, she was sure of it.
So she began avoiding Itadori, training after hours and for longer durations to be able to both strengthen herself and not be confronted by the eyes below his. In the end she would return to her dorm exhausted, forgetting that when she fell asleep she would be greeted by what she fled most.
Then a week had turned into a month.
"Master Sukuna had a gift delivered to your dressing room," the maid said almost timidly to (Y/N), as she bowed her head.
She made an emphasis on the fact it was in her dressing room rather than her bedroom. Being that her quarters were Sukuna's, the only part of the palace that was officially hers was her dressing room, which translated to a massive closet. It was filled to the brim with the nicest jewelry available in the lands, along with dresses he had especially picked out for her. It was also a known fact that the garden belonged to (Y/N), although it wasn't claimed by her. She fell in love with the area, so he made it off limits to others.
Unfortunately for her, he was away, handling a nearby village.
Two more servants gathered at the large double doors that led to the dressing room, opening them for her.
Inside was a large bouquet of flowers, white at the tips that slowly faded into a reddish-purple. It was as if they were glowing, vibrant and perky underneath the lighting. The vase was a piece within itself, like clear vines that curled around the stems of the flowers and bunched them all together.
Next to it sat a scroll, bound together by a cursed energy imbued seal. She was quick to unravel it, reading the hand-written, inked message.
'Although I am far away, I will remind you of my love.'
'These flowers are eternal, they will forever stay by your side, just as I will.'
'Sincerely, Ryo.'
She didn't think much of the dream, assuming it was some way of trying to make her think he actually loved her. Instead, she lingered around the campus after hours, honing a new ability with her ice technique. Once she grew sleepy, she returned to her dorm, entering the dark room to see something glowing on her desk.
It was a vibrant and perky flower, with white at the tips that slowly faded into a reddish-purple. While it didn't sit in a vase, it was unnaturally filled with life, acting as a light in pitch black atmosphere.
She thought she was hallucinating, reaching out a hand to pick it up, hoping it would dissolve as soon as she touched it.
The flower sat in her room for a week after that, as she continued to deny the significance behind it.
(Y/N) thought she could get out of having to see Itadori, but it seemed otherwise when another crisis hit.
A large curtain was cast around Shibuya, along with one at Meiji-Jingumae Station. Reports that mutated humans were attacking civillians inside were quick to spread, and both (Y/N) and Itadori were sent to handle it.
"I'll deal with the mutated ones, you search through the station for anymore hostages," she told him quickly, hoping they wouldn't have to interact much.
As soon as the two had met up inside the city, the eyes underneath his own appeared. They felt familiar now, a burning reminder of the dream she had the previous night.
They were in his bedroom, if it even could be called that.
It was larger than the average, with a desk that sat by an extravagant stained glass window, and a large table towards the center. The bed for the two of them sat against the wall, both of them already out of it, yet choosing to stay in one another's company.
Sukuna stood around the table, eyeing a set of scrolls as his wife sat at his desk. The chair was far too big for someone of her size, which he grew to love.
“I want to perform a binding vow between you and I,” he started.
“A binding vow?” (Y/N) asked, having yet to take her eyes off what she was reading.
“A pact bound through Jujutsu, except this one has specific terms accounted with it.”
As the words left his mouth he slipped his hand around her jaw, taking her by surprised as she looked up at him.
"I want to be with you in every era, as you pass, and once you are reincarnated. We will be bound together, it will be destined for you to wed me."
"And it's consequences?" she wondered.
"There are none, this vow is unable to be broken, it will see through that we are meant to be," Sukuna said. "And that you will remain mine."
She wasn't that knowledgeable on binding vows like the one he described, except for the fact it was supposed to leave a mark on your wrist. (Y/N) didn't have one though, so she assumed it was false.
A mutated curse barreled towards her, shards if ice being driven through it's skull as her pink haired friend ran down the hall. She flipped over it's corpse as it fell to the ground, attacking the others before they could make a move on her, and aiming for their heads.
The efficiency behind it was impressive, as she scolded herself internally for doing as the King of Curses had once advised.
And yet she continued for what felt like an hour, going through the motions up until the lights flickered off and she could hear fighting in the lower levels of the station.
Something was off.
(Y/N) jumped down the set of escalators and began running through the station that was almost unrecognizable. She could tell Itadori had fought here, as the remains of his strength imprinted different surfaces.
She was following her gut at that moment, turning down a set of halls until she saw a light bloom at the end of one. She could feel the heat as she got closer, as it formed an orange and yellow blur.
Screams came after the flames.
Two girls who had somehow survived being burnt alive, each coughing and holding onto one another.
As she turned the corner she saw him, Itadori, laying against the wall unconscious. He was littered in cuts, specifically his shoulder which was bleeding out. A special grade curse, Jogo, stood over him, a finger in his hand as he slipped it down the pink haired boy's throat and tilted his head back. She recognized him from the time he fought Gojo, as her eyes lingered over Itadori's figure.
(Y/N) could see the markings on his face.
She thought she might throw up.
"Don't waste my time," the special grade squinted is eyes at the three of them.
He went to lift up his arm and attack, only for it to begin bleeding out in front of him.
"I'll give you one second."
It felt like everything had frozen in place.
Silence in the dark hallway.
"Move."
The special grade fearfully jumped back, now a line of four.
(Y/N) felt her hands tremble, as sweat formed across her forehead and her heartbeat picked up in her ears. They were all that way, as the figure slowly stood up and brushed himself off.
Strength of a different kind than Satoru Gojo.
Overwhelmingly evil.
Fear that even the slightest move could lead to death.
He began to come towards them, as the wounds across his body healed themselves.
As his footsteps grew louder, she felt as if she might pass out.
Then they stopped, and he brushed his hair back in orderly fashion.
"You hold your heads quite high."
That voice.
It felt like there were invisible hands that wrapped around her back, guiding her down to a bowing position without control over her own body. She ended up in the same formation as the other two girls, as a wave brushed over top of the four that would have killed them.
"Did you believe taking one knee was enough?" Sukuna questioned.
The top of Jogo's head was cut off, considering he only kneeled. It was similar to a volcano, purple blood spewing out the top as he bled out.
"The greatest men bow the lowest, or so it goes. I see you value your heads quite lightly."
She could feel him looking down at her, as she stared at the cold floor and begged that whatever this was wasn't real.
She was terrified.
"You brats, I'll start with you," he said. "You wished to speak to me, yes?"
The girl nodded, tears staining the concrete surface below her.
"I'll grant you a fingers worth of audience. Now speak."
"Below us there's a man in monk's robes with a suture across his forehead," the dirty blonde began to say. "Please kill him, please free Geto-sama."
(Y/N) recognized that name, although she thought the man who had it was dead.
"We know the location of one more finger," the girl added. "If you'll kill that man for us, we'll tell you where it is."
"Raise your heads."
(Y/N) still kept hers down, although she could see the two girls raise theirs through her peripheral. It was a moment of relief, as he seemed to have agreed to their terms.
Red.
The head of the brown haired one next to her burst into nothingness, blood coating the other girls face as her corpse fell backward.
(Y/N) felt it splatter onto her uniform, shock pulsating through her veins as terror overrided her senses.
"MIMIKO!" the blonde screamed, shaking the lifeless body next to her.
"Did you think a measly one or two fingers would grant you the right to order me around?" Sukuna asked with amusement in his voice.
It seemed the girl couldn't care less, continuing to scream out her friends name.
"How offensive."
"SUKUNA!" she cried out in anger, slipping out her phone. "DIE!"
As soon as the words left her mouth, it sounded like a blade had cut through something. Similar to the one she heard months ago, when he had saved her.
Then, it sounded like several cuts going at someone at once.
One corpse turned into two, except the blonde had no remains. He killed the both of them without lifting a finger, a copious amount of blood being the only proof.
"You all are desperate," Sukuna turned to Jogo almost knowingly.
(Y/N) felt the invisible hands that once held onto her gently guide her to sit up again, looking at the King of Curses.
"This is the reward for the cursed fingers, come at her," he said, making eye contact with her. "If you manage to land even a single blow on her, I'll work under you all."
"What?" (Y/N) said under her breath, she felt like she couldn't breath.
Jogo slowly looked at her, as if he was making up his mind.
There was no way he was considering this.
"You're true to your word, yes?" he asked Sukuna.
No.
(Y/N) stepped back, like her legs were going to come out from under her at any second.
This was suicide, she couldn't fight him.
"Yes."
Jogos demeaner changed, as Sukuna's hands remained on his pockets and the curse went to face her. He held out his hand, a ball of fire forming within it, as (Y/N) tried to conjure ice in her own.
Again she was airborne.
Too quick for her to react as it all happened at once.
A familiar pair of arms held her bridal style, as she felt herself rest on his chest. It was cold, the fall wind curling around the two as they had fled the building.
He casually dodged them vast amount of fire-charged bullets being sent at him, as he looked down at her.
"Your avoidance has been quite amusing, I see you don't understand yet," Sukuna said, his tone changing into a softer one.
"What have you been doing to me?" she spoke boldly, like a wife would to her husband.
It made him smile, as he leaned on the edge of a building that Jogo shot more bullets at. Soon enough they were inside of it, Sukuna casually walking through a corridor as fire burned around them.
"That's my thank you for ensuring you sleep well?" he spoke teasingly. "I've been restoring your memories, although I knew you would doubt them to the best of your ability."
"They're not real," she mumbled, forgetting what he was capable of.
"And yet how relaxed you are in my hold says otherwise, little one," he said. "Your body reacts naturally to my touch."
(Y/N) opened her mouth to reply but the words never came out, as he jumped through the window of the building and met Jogo's fist. Sukuna was currently holding her securely with one arm, taking up the curse in hand to hand combat. He was quick, catching every single one of Jogo's attempts before holding onto his hand and slicing through his arms with his cleave technique.
The Special Grade was sent flying back, as he shot another beam of fire energy out of his head and (Y/N) watched it blow a whole through a building.
She had never seen a fight like this before.
Sukuna caught up with Jogo, taking his free hand that wasn't carrying her and wrapping it around his cape, throwing him down towards the streets. Smoke emitted from the area that he hit, as he continued to bounce off of it from the force before Sukuna came at him again. This time, he bashed his head into the ground, taking them below the level of the city floor.
She felt the King of Curses abdomen tighten against her side, as he laughed to himself. (Y/N) wasn't looking at him though, as her eyes were on the curse that hadn't landed even a single speck of dust on her.
His free hand slipped underneath her jaw, turning her head to face him.
"Impressed are we?"
Suddenly everything around the two seemed to burst into flames, as the blue skinned curse screamed out and flooded the street with Lava.
This was hell.
Sukuna didn't even react, as a wave of it blanketed over them, yet never touching their skin. He jumped up onto a building that was soon crumbling underneath the hot liquid as well, continuing to dodge without question.
The entire city was on fire, as hands made out of lava held onto two office buildings and lifted them up out of the ground. They surrounded the both of them, Jogo standing on a rooftop in front.
(Y/N) thought she was dead.
Out of pure instinct she took her arm around Sukuna's neck, burying her head into his chest and squinting her eyes closed.
It was only when she heard the sound of the buildings being bashed together, that she realized what she had done. Instead of feeling the impact of her skull being crushed, she felt a delicate kiss be pressed to the top of her head. A large hand then held her hair in a comforting manner, keeping her against him.
"Do you trust me, little one?" he asked her softly, low enough that Jogo couldn't hear.
"Yes."
(Y/N) felt weightless, like she was on one of those amusement park rides that threw you up into the air. Except for the fact that there was no harness, and nothing holding her anymore. Sukuna had thrown her up so far she felt she might touch the clouds, watching his figure dart towards the curse and throw him into a sky scraper.
She could see Jogo come out the other end of it, soaring through the air as Sukuna stood above him. The King of Curses drove his hand into the Special Grades head, sending the two through a roof of another office structure.
Meanwhile (Y/N) began to descend, screaming out and watching as the windows on each level shattered with each level Sukuna shoved him through. She grew anxious as time passed and nothing happened, until the bottom of the building burst out into flames and traveled upwards. She could make out the smaller details of the city now, as she picked up speed in falling and felt the wind course through her clothes. Her best bet was trying to use her ice to impact the fall, although she became distracted by what happened before her.
The building that Jogo had blown up began to form into a ball of fire, and Sukuna was nowhere to be seen.
Or so she thought.
She was trying to conjure up enough cold air around her to form the ice needed to brace her, but knocked into something else, throwing her off guard.
She wasn't surprised when she felt his heartbeat against her side again, but he moved at unregistrable speeds.
Suddenly they were on the ground, in the middle of the street, underneath the meteor Jogo was creating. All of the people around Sukuna froze in place, fear evident in their eyes.
Everyone knew who he was.
"I hereby forbid every person in a 100-meter radius from moving until I say 'now," he started. "And of course, I'll kill anyone who violates that rule."
The silence was horrifying, no one daring to take a step.
"Not yet," he teased.
(Y/N) could feel his hands underneath her weight doing something, as if he was now controlling the ball of fire above them.
"Still not yet."
The ground began to tremble, as it came closer.
"Now."
The sound was overwhelming, as Sukuna brought himself up above it as it crushed everything beneath. He sat down on the meteor, adjusting (Y/N) so she was sitting in his lap, his hands around her waist. Jogo was in front of the two, having yet to turn his back around.
The atmosphere around them was a swirl of orange smoke and broken glass that looked like stars. It floated gently in the air, as more debris from the architecture around them crumbled.
"I've grown tired of this, so I will fight you with your own specialty," he said, allowing for (Y/N) to get up as he stood and faced the Special Grade.
She stepped back, quick to cool the temperatures underneath her feet so she wouldn't burn.
Fire began to emit from his fist, beginning to curl around his figure.
"Arm yourself."
Jogo formed a small sphere of fire in his hand, as Sukuna stretched his own out to form an arrow.
The Special Grade burnt to ashes within a moments notice, while the King of Curses turned around to face the woman behind him.
"Your denial is in vain," he said. "There is nothing I am not capable of, and your death would have already occurred if i wished for it. In your moments of fear you trusted me by instinct, the vow formed between us guiding you to me."
"I don't understand."
"Because you don't want to," he corrected, coming closer to her. "Allow me to show you."
The king lifted her jaw up, taking his hand around the side of her face and kissing her lips.
It felt unworldly, as she slowly returned it and could feel him smiling. Her wrist suddenly tingled, making her to break away to see what caused the sensation.
It was a mark on her wrist, the same one that was on Sukuna's forehead.
"I will love you in every era," he said, taking a step back.
The markings on his face faded, his hair returning to hanging down.
"What happened?" Itadori asked.
She looked into the eyes underneath the original pair, not knowing what to say.
But she understood now.
A/N: I have a part 3 in mind. If you're interested let me know!
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gojo satoru x stripper!reader
contains: ~2.3k; female reader; adult themes such as strip clubs/bars, lap dances, pole dancing; over the clothes humping, making out; dirty talk; ruined orgasms; violence/gore; run on sentences and shitty capitalization and punctuation lol i tried to proof read
“emerge from darkness, blacker than darkness. purify that which is impure.”
the streetlight glints off of dark shiny shoes while they crunch along the shoddy asphalt. Satoru breathes in deep. it’s definitely here, whatever it is. It’s traces and smell are faint but distinct, unusual.
gojo’s assignment for tonight: exercise a suspected special grade curse that’s bee active within a 300 meter radius. it’s been able to disguise and transform its own traces of cursed energy after it makes its kill, making it particularly difficult to single out.
so far no one confirmed killed inside the building the incidents have occurred closest to. but isn’t that why he’s here in the first place, to assure the security everyone’s safety?
typically satoru would brush off these sort of menial assignments and pass them along to his talented students for practice, they could use the learning experience right? However, when he was told the location of such investigation, well he wouldn’t put his students in such a perverse situation with only ijichi for supervision.
no, this time, it was crucial for gojo to go himself.
the decision to canvas inside the building was impeccably reasonable, nay essential. the spirit could be lurking anywhere on the premises considering it’s MO.
‘satoru hates arguments. even more so when your conflicts cause your baby daughter to be upset as well.’
☀︎｜tags. (girl) dad!gojo satoru x female reader. fluff, angst, comfort. mention of arguments between parents. comfort & happy ending, though!
satoru hates having arguments with you. he hates it whenever an argument turns into the silent treatment. he apologises and apologises — yet nothing helps to change your mood sometimes.
ever since you got married and had your daughter, you were a bit more sensitive to the smallest of things than usual. it wasn’t like satoru despised you for it; in fact, he understands that motherhood was and is stressful. that man was nothing but supportive to you.
though, your little arguments were indirectly having an impact on the mental state of your baby. you didn’t even know an one year old could sense the tension between her parents.
The Abode
A Kayn lol x reader fanfic part 6 master list
The walk back to the order was awkward, actually just categorizing it under that word would be an understatement. It was quiet, uncomfortable and full of tension, not even the fun kind of tension, it was the type that would make you look away from your screen when you saw it on TV or the type that would make you so uncomfortable that you'll have to stand up from your seat and take a walk while you consciously breathed away the second hand embarrassment from your system. You couldn't do that though, you could only walk back with those who survived and bite your tongue as to not make any type of remarks, looking away everytime Kayn looked at you or spoke to you. It drove the both of you insane, and not just the both of you but everyone else as well, each time Kayn would say something you would roll your eyes or make a face and as much as the other acolytes found it funny they would rather not deal with a pissed off Kayn, so as a way to fix it when everyone eventually reached the order's HQ they just immediately left for their rooms, it didn't matter whether they had broken bones or not because their plan was to leave the two of you alone, it was almost endearing how people who's job was to kill others could be so understanding of other people's feelings, or rather they just simply didn't want to deal with the whole mess. You obviously protested against it but since no one listened you just simply clicked your tongue and walked to the infirmary, Kayn following right behind you, you just wished he did it silently, bothering you with questions and poking at your arm and shoulder repeatedly until you felt your eyelid pulsate.
—Come on doc, why are you so angry? Did seeing all of that blood make you sick?—he joked, now poking your cheek and officially hitting your limit.
—Why did you kiss me!?—you asked in a mix of distress, anger and light tones of anguish, feeling embarrassed for the outburst shortly after.
—You have been behaving like this just because of that kiss?—he asked with a playful smile, said smile dropping after you nodded, he sighed after—listen, you were just being too loud and I was not in the mood for an earful, that simple.
You clenched your jaw, feeling it pop.
—You never thought about, I don't know, asking me to shut up?—you smiled bitterly.
—They are right, Kayn—you heard a demonic voice talk, one similar to the laughs you had heard on the first day you met him.
You looked at him with eyes wide open in surprise, then remembered who you were talking to and the surprise died down as you let out and exasperated sigh, frankly amazed that this was the first time you had actually heard Rhaast speak and not just laugh.
—Of course I'm right, I'm always right—you pinched the bridge of your nose, starting to get a headache.
—Why are you so worked up over it? It was just a kiss—he said, smirking when it dawned upon him—unless it wasn't just a kiss for you.
You felt warmth rising to your neck and face, not sure whether it was from anger or something else, either way you could feel the gears in your head turning to try and come up with any excuse.
—What do you care if it was or wasn't—you said to buy some time, watching him walk closer and closer to you, not sure whether he was trying to intimidate you or what.
You stood your ground, making a conscious effort not to walk back into the wall, even if the idea of getting backed up was sort of enticing, after all you had a reputation to keep up, what was that reputation exactly? You didn't know but felt as if not getting provoked by his advances was part of it.
—Avoiding the question, I see—he laughed, awfully close to you.
You bit the inside of your cheek, wondering what to do or say. Should you just make a run for it? No, he would obviously catch up to you and make it even more uncomfortable, so should you just admit you've got a massive crush on him? Also no, you would rather die than do that, all of that meant that the only option you had left was to bullshit your way out of this situation, luckily you were a master at it.
—I'm avoiding it because it's a stupid question—you answered, Kayn quirked an eyebrow and you heard Rhaast laugh—it's unethical for a doctor to have romantic feelings for a patient, so yes, it was just a kiss for me.
He sighed and walked back, finally giving you some space as well as giving up, for now. You were also going to add in the fact that he had bad breath but felt as if it was too mean. That was yet another reason why your feelings for him were completely wrong, knowing Kayn he wouldn't care for the ethical part of it but you did, that was the difference between you and him, you had a strong set of morals and ethics that you kept at all times, even if they weren't beneficial for you. You cleared your throat and looked at him up and down, noticing all of the cuts and bruises that could use some more treatment on top of what you did earlier so you pointed with your head towards the direction of the infirmary, Kayn immediately understanding what you meant and following behind you with the slightest bit of disappointment slipping from the turmoil inside of him, weighting in his shoulders as if his emotions suddenly materialized into a bag of cement mix, and you being non the wiser, noticed such weight but thought that it was because he was tired. You started to get a little worried when he didn't make any sort of remarks as you treated him, barely even wincing as you cleaned his wounds, still you made no comment about it as you allowed him to leave immediately after you were done. As he walked back to his quarters the insesant mocking of Rhaast made his blood boil, his fists tightening while some of the veins on his face started to pop, he was obviously angry but he didn't know who he was angry with, maybe it was with himself for being a coward and not following up on his confession, thinking that the kiss, even if it wasn't given in the best moment or in the best way, was enough to show you how he felt, or maybe he was angry with you for being so blind to his advances. Whoever he was angry with mattered less and less as the night arrived, at this point he was starting to get annoyed too to such a degree that all he could do was toss and turn in bed even if he was extremely tired.
You didn't feel to good either, a mix of guilt and shame pooling at your gut and fermenting on it as you treated those who returned from the battle, writing the word "deceased" next to the names of those who didn't return. You sighed as you looked up to the beds of the infirmary, the closed courtains around each bed hiding those who were recovering, you felt slightly optimistic that no one was left without a bed though but still, the weight of those who you had built up a friendship with and didn't return affected your mind and you couldn't help but think about what if one of those had been Kayn, you looked at his name on your notebook and couldn't even fathom how you would feel if you also had to write the word "deceased" next to it. You shook your head and stood up from your chair, recognizing how those feelings weren't healthy for you, you grabbed a piece of paper where you wrote "be back in 5" and left it on top of your desk, leaving the infirmary to make your way to the training ground where Zed was training in the darkness of the night, you extended the report about the losses the order had suffered and the treatments the ones who made it back alive recieved, Zed looked at it for a second before looking at your face, analyzing it, for a man who was also severely emotionally constipated he was frighteningly good at reading other people.
—I understand why you feel that way, believe me—he started—it never gets easy but this is the risk behind our work, mourn those who didn't return but don't let it consume you—he placed one of his hands on your shoulder, something that surprised you—it's also thanks to you that some of them are still alive.
You nodded as you gulped down some of the guilt, thanking him before leaving the grounds and walking back to the infirmary, ready to stay up in case some of your patients needed you but stopping as you started to hear whimpers, your imagination quickly making an immature assumption before the logic set in the it came from one of the rooms, the direction of them coming from behind the door of a room you didn't want to walk inside of. As cruel as it sounded you pondered whether to walk inside or not but ultimately decided to do it, knocking first just in case but since no one answered you just walked inside and came close to the bed, looking at Kayn's shifting body and shiny forehead from sweat, that paired with the noises and blabbering he was making being a clear indication that he was having a nightmare. You put your hand on Kayn's shoulder, shaking it lightly and calling his name, abruptly ending his nightmare causing for his brain to take a second before stopping himself from attacking you out of muscle memory, there where only two people in Runeterra who could wake him up without getting killed, those two being you and Zed.
—Are you okay?—you asked softly, you realized how dumb the question was after speaking it.
Kayn didn't answer, he just nodded, still a bit disorientated.
—Don't lie to me—you scolded him, keeping the soft tone and your hand on his shoulder—you were having a nighmare, a pretty bad one at that—you followed, sitting on his bed—you wanna talk about it? It might help.
He stayed silent for a second before shaking his head 'no', you nodded, not wanting to press on it and make him uncomfortable.
—I understand, but if you wanna talk about it, or just talk about anything I'll be there to listen—you spoke with a warm smile, waiting a second before standing up and starting to walk to the door, being stopped not long after by a tug in your wrist.
—Can you stay?—he asked, looking away from you.
You nodded once more, turning around and getting ready to pull out a chair to sit on it as you waited for him to fall asleep, instead he moved back on his bed, lifting te covers as a clear invite to lay next to him. Your brain stopped working for a second, on the next second you regretted accepting but it was clearly too late to say no, let alone really rude, so you took off your shoes and layed there, so close to the edge of the bed that the slightest movement would make you fall off of it, you heard Kayn mutter a small thank you while yawning before closing his eyes, drifting off to sleep shortly after, you didn't know or undertand why something as simple as this could bring him so much comfort yet you were happy that it did, you also were happy that you got to watch the calm expression on his face as he rested, laughing lightly after hearing some light snores come from him. You quickly catched up to the butterflies on your stomach and lovedumb smile on your face and forced yourself to reationalize this situation straight away to stop your heart from beating so fast, thinking to yourself how this was just another way of taking care of his health by helping him get a goodnight's sleep, the night quickly going away as the sun started to shine, casting its light on the room and on your eyebags from not sleeping on the entire night yet again. You wished you could stay a bit longer but you had already spent to much time in his room, leaving the infirmary and your patients unattended, you moved gently out of the bed trying not to wake him up, putting on your shoes and looking back at Kayn before leaving, wondering what he was dreaming about as you walked the hallways.
—You weren't back in five—said Royce, pulling the courtain back as he stared you down once you opened the door, noticing a long, dark hair strand on your clothes and your also dark eyebags.
—I'm sorry—you answered with an apologetic smile, walking up to him—how are you feeling?
Anonymous asked:
Hi ! How are you doing? I hope you're fine and don't overwhelmed yourself with writing and stuff, I was wondering if you could do a sfw and nsfw headcanons of kayn x zed daughter? Like when kayn became older zed presented him to his daughter and they started dating since then? Maybe even the reaction of zed learning his favorite student date his precious daughter?
runeterrankhaleesi answered:
[A/N: Hello darling, I am doing well these days. How about you? Thank you for your kind words, darling. This is too sweet, I love it. Thank you for making a request, I hope you ask for more.]
SFW:
NSFW:
✨~Requests are open!~✨
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✧『Fandom』: League of Legends
✧『Character』: Shieda Kayn
✧『Word Count』: 2,960 words 15,587 characters
✧『Summary』: As a child soldier, Kayn had only made one friend who he wanted to protect during the battles against the Ionians but during his final battle, he was too busy defending himself to see what happened to her. Her body was never found so he knew she wasn't dead and now it was his goal to find her.
(This hasn’t been proof read enough times so bare with my typos)
[[ I think of this as a 10pm-2am party on the 30th so Kayn can quietly pretend its a party for his real 31st Birthday.]]
✖ Heartsteel!Kayn Birthday Special ✖
It was irritating, he'd have to admit. A full day of media and paparazzi chasing him. All he wanted was to by your side, to celebrate with you, to not have to phase through walls just to hide from the crowd. The crowd that was even worse than usual because it was Halloween night. He clicks his tongue as he pulls his facemask up to hide away from the crowd.
" Gods help me."
He whispers angrily under his breath. Almost like an answer to his prayers, Ezreal pops up and drags him down an alley, helping him to slip away from some fans and find his way to the club that you told him to meet you at. It was the usual spot, Heartsteel's favorite bar, the bouncers already waving to let Kayn and Ezreal in.
" Everyone's waiting LMAO! You're so late."
" You're late too loser. The fuck you on about!"
Ezreal laughs as he flings the doors open. You, with the help of some others in Heartsteel booked out the entire club for Kayn this night. A hustle and bustle as K/DA and some other friends of Kayn's hang out, laughing and drinking. Cheers from everyone as he walks in, everyone wishing Happy Birthday on what he personally thinks is the wrong day. But attention is attention and he can't say no to a little fun at night. Everyone in little Halloween costumes, high fives, loud laughs, awkward hugs he talks to everyone, socializing and thanking them for the wishes. Yone graciously DJ-ing for the party, Akali pointing him a middle finger as they make eye contact but showing up to the party anyway, Sett and Aphelios trying a hand behind the bar to make drinks for the party. K'Sante sitting by a table talking to Alune and the rest of K/DA. But still, something was wrong, he sees all his friends but where the hell were you? The you who was arguably the most important person to him. The you were the one who invited him here anyway.
" Happy Birthday Kayn!"
At the sound of your voice he perks up, immediately putting his drink down to turn and find you. As he spots you a little away he basically runs over to throw his arms around you, lifting you up and giving you a little spin as you hug him back.
" My favorite person! Where the hell were you! I'm only here because you told me to come by the way."
He sticks out his tongue in mock irritation, arms still around you the whole time. All the attention and well wishes from everyone could never compare to your love. Ah how he loved your smell, your cute laugh, your stupid teasing smug face as it stared at him. He leans down giving you a quick kiss before letting go. Resting his arms across his chest waiting for a good explanation from you.
" Took a while because I had to get this finished for you."
You defend yourself, you hold up a present for him. It was small, suspiciously small for a gift for someone as amazing as him, but it was from you so like hell he won't complain. Picking up the box for your hands he holds it up, shaking it a little, no noise. Curious now he opens it, face immediately lighting up. He puts the wrapping down behind him as he holds up the gift.
" Oh fuck is this...?"
You nod as he examines it, a custom guitar strap. Designed like his recently solidified aesthetic from the Paranoia MV, bright colors, a yellow base, pink, purple and green accents with an imitation of his signature down the strap. Little handmade patches of him and Rhaast on the corner, hearts the colors of all the boys around the middle, and finally your initials sneakily sewn in the underside next to Kayn's right where the strap would meet the guitar, there, yet hidden from view so he could still use this on stage. A beautifully thought out way to have something of you near him all the time, even when he was on tour, on stage or in his studio. How personal... Kayn laughs, a hand returning to pull you into him, he leans down close to your ears as he growls out softly,
" Damn babe...you're going to make me emotional."
A blush rising up your face, Kayn turns to give your cheek a quick kiss. A hand sneakily rising up to wipe something away under his eyepatch. You take note to tease him about it later.
" All custom made and details hand sewn by the way, I got K'sante and Sett to help me."
" Thank you. Amazing gifts from you as always."
After a quick kiss on your forehead, he pulls away from the hug, hand wrapping around yours as he drags you to the bar, the brightest smile on his face as he gives Aphelios a nod to make drinks for you two.
" Now let's properly celebrate together."
Anonymous asked:
could you write a smut request/headcanons for heartsteel!kayn where he admires the marks f!reader left on him last night?
saey707 answered:
✿ Prompt: Kayn gets marked ✿
♡ champion focus: kayn
♡ tw: nsfw
♡ Female reader
Author’s Note: Hello anon! Thanks so much for the request ( ๑ ˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و ♡ I tried to make this one hornier than my other requests for Heartsteel Kayn since ya asked, so I hope you enjoy! ૮₍´｡ᵔ ꈊ ᵔ｡`₎ა
Anonymous asked:
Hello! How are you doing? I saw your request are open, can you do a kayn x reader where the reader is zed's daughter please? Tha k you!
teakose answered:
Of course! Thank you for requesting, and I hope you enjoy it!
uhhh oopsies… got a little carried away with this one lol
wc – 1, 444
reader – fem
cw – making out | mentions of implied sex
