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THE SCULPTURE & THE SCULPTOR

Pairing: Makima/Female Reader

Summary: The sun was slowly setting on a brisk evening, casting a golden-orange glow over the bustling streets. The air was crisp and cool, signalling the beginning of autumn, and the leaves on the trees had started to turn shades of auburn. You met her that fall evening, and fell in love that October. Warm sunlight elapsed your memories and your love story with Makima and it all felt like a dream, until it erupted into a nightmare. The phrase "separating the artist from the art" is one that dates back long ago. Both the art and the artist can be seen as their own entities; yet, the artist has the control and power to destroy that oeuvre.

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A/N: finished this oneshot. was shorter then i expected it to be but that’s alright. as always, i’ve been occupied with school and work and volunteering and just…life.

WORD COUNT // 3209 words

The sun was slowly setting on a brisk evening, casting a golden-orange glow over the bustling streets. The air was crisp and cool, signaling the beginning of autumn, and the leaves on the trees had started to turn shades of auburn.

The streets were packed with people going about their daily business. Groups of students hurried home after their after-school activities and cram school, their backpacks slung over their shoulders and their uniforms crumpled from a long day of studying and play.

Workers in suits walked with purpose, their briefcases in hand, eager to catch the earliest subway home to their families. Their fatigue expressions spoke of long hours spent in the office, but they soldiered on, determined to make it home to their loved ones.

And amidst the sea of people were others, simply out to get their shopping done before the night fully set in. The bright lights of the shops and neon signs illuminated the streets, beckoning shoppers to come in and browse their wares.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the city transformed. The neon signs grew brighter, casting colorful shadows on the pavement. The streets became livelier, with people pouring out of restaurants and bars, ready to enjoy the night ahead. Despite the crowds and noise, there was a sense of peace and harmony in the air.

Tokyo was a city that never slept, but on this fall evening, it seemed to slow down just enough for everyone to take a moment to appreciate the beauty of the changing season.

The multiple chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling of the pet shop also casted a warm, golden glow over the store, giving it an almost magical quality.

The shop was located just a few blocks away from your apartment in the bustling city of Tokyo, and you often found yourself wandering in on lazy evenings to browse the various pet supplies and see the cute cats and dogs. The puppies specifically were your favorite.

Today, you found yourself standing in the soap aisle, surrounded by an array of colorful bottles and containers. You were looking for a special shampoo for your new puppy, a fluffy golden retriever that you had adopted a few weeks ago, disregarding your father's displeasure. The recent adoption makes your dog duo now a trio.

As you scanned the shelves, you noticed a woman with reddish hair knitted in a braid standing a few feet away, examining a bottle of dog shampoo. A brand you recognized. She was dressed in a stylish outfit, a suit that was as sleek as a cats coat, along with a trench coat that didn’t drown her form, yet instead curved it like a cape, all complete with a perfume that smelled so strong, like greek gardens in heaven.

“That brand is rather cheap,” you blurt out. The snobby words escaped your lips unnoticed.

She turned to you with a raised eyebrow, her expression conveying a mix of surprise. “Pardon me?”

You suddenly realized how snobby and rude your comment sounded, that you even spoke at all. You didn't even know this woman, and here you were, making assumptions about her shopping choices. Feeling embarrassed, you cover your face and you quickly tried to backtrack.

“Um - uh, well this is,” you stop yourself from stuttering and clear your throat. “I actually had to return it recently. Both of my retrievers had an…uh,” you lower your voice, “really bad skin infection after using the soup. I just would never recommend it.”

The woman's expression softened slightly, but she still looked a bit guarded. "I understand," she said coolly. “But just because a product is bad doesn’t typically relate to its affordability, does it not?”

You looked down at your purse, feeling shameful. “Ah, slip of the tongue. My apologies. I misspoke.”

As a child of affluent and politically influential parents, you were constantly surrounded by privilege and power. From the lavish parties and exotic vacations to the private schools and exclusive clubs, your life was a far cry from that of the average person. However, despite the obvious perks of your upbringing, you often found yourself feeling like an outsider, rather than fitting in with those around you.

Perhaps it was the fact that you stood out from the crowd with your designer clothes, expensive technology, and sleek cars. Or maybe it was the subtle differences in your upbringing that made you feel out of place, like the way your parents talked about politics over dinner, or the fact that they were always traveling to meet with world leaders and dignitaries. Whatever the reason, you worried that people saw you as snobby or spoiled, simply because of your background. And to be honest, there were times when you felt like those labels were justified, just like now.

The women smiled. “You’re cute.”

Your face instantly burned with embarrassment.

You weren't sure how to respond, and you wondered if she was flirting with you. You looked up shakily from your purse, your eyes then meeting hers. You gasped when you noticed her exotic eyes. They were a striking yellow color, with multiple red rings within them. For a moment, you were mesmerized by their beauty, forgetting your embarrassment and confusion, being hypnotized.

Nevertheless, as the woman's stare became apparent, you realized that you had no idea how to respond to her comment. You stammered out a few awkward words, trying to come up with an explanation for your sudden embarrassment, but nothing feasible came out.

She quirked her head. “Also slip of the tongue. Apologies.”

She then stuck out her hand to you. “I’m Makima. You?”

Your lip quivered as you spoke her name. “Makima…”

The moment you told her your name, you had become hers.

You embarked on your relationship the following October, and it was during that same month that you found yourself falling deeply in love accompanied by autumn weather.

“Moving fast in your relationship”—your father spat. He wasn’t wrong, but you were loving every moment and day under Makima.

You and Makima spent countless evenings together, her walking you down the vibrant streets of Tokyo, discovering hidden gems, and indulging in the city's rich culture. She effortlessly unveiled a side of the city that had eluded you in your privileged upbringing. Not only were the experiences enchanting, but it was Makima herself who drew you closer. Her magnetic aura captivated you from the moment you met. Makima's intelligence, wit, and care for dogs made you constantly crave her company. She destroyed your perspective, forced you to question your assumptions, and told you to embrace the beauty of imperfection.

As your relationship deepened, Makima entrusted you with a secret—she was a devil hunter. Although she didn't reveal the specifics of her career, you knew she held a high position and enjoyed the benefits that came with it, evident in her lifestyle and the numerous dogs under her care. She had a contract with a Devil, but she didn't disclose the details of this arrangement, nor did she want you to be involved in her dangerous work. Respectful of her wishes, you refrained from prying for more information.

Instead, Makima had you to stay at home and keep your relationship separate from her professional life. Since you had never worked before and your parents supported your financial needs, it seemed reasonable for you to take on the responsibility of caring for her pack of dog, along with your two, now in Makima's home. After all, she had generously moved you into her house. You willingly embraced this role and followed Makima's instructions, appreciating the opportunity to contribute in your own way while living under her roof.

Thus each day fell into a rhythm.

Mornings arrived with the stirrings of sunlight, coaxing you from slumber. Always when you woke up, you were alone. In the corner of your eye you would see the bathroom light on underneath the door, where you could hear water running. This signalling Makima getting dressed. She always woke up early before you could register her leaving the bed at all. In order to not disturb her, you would use the guest bathroom.

Then, afterwards, you’d go downstairs and start to prepare breakfast for you and the hoard of dogs, their wagging tails adding cheer to the steaming kitchen. Makima however never ate breakfast at home, despite her waking up early enough to eat, she always left for work without doing so. Subsequently, as plates were made, Makima would come downstairs, to the dogs and your excitement.

Makima, adorned in her immaculate devil hunter suit and trench-coat, would depart early for her duties, her presence exuding confidence and purpose. Before leaving, she would grace you with a tender farewell before sealing it with a kiss. "Be good," she would softly utter as she crossed the threshold. To whom those words were directed remained a mystery—once you pondered if they were intended for your exuberant four-legged friends gathered by the doorway or if, in a strange twist, they were meant for you?

Once Makima embarked on her work and you found yourself confined within the walls of her home, the hours stretching ahead, blank canvases awaiting strokes of purpose from the artist—you the canvas. Yet, a familiar pattern emerged as her absence settled in.

Thoughts, ceaseless and unrestrained, flooded your mind, overwhelming you, akin to a tumultuous storm brewing within. Pondering became second nature, almost synonymous with migraines. Your rumination meandered through various facets of you and Makima’s relationship, occasionally interrupted with words of your father.

Primarily, your thoughts gravitated towards Makima—inevitable, for love held you captive in this home. In her presence, the mental restlessness waned, and your mind found solace in the assurance she exuded. Thinking less was effortless when she was near, her mere existence a balm for your turbulent thoughts. She found your thoughts cute, thoughts worried so much for her sake.

Your relationship continued to winter, and winter was cold and bleak.

"I'm scared," you admit, your voice filled with trepidation.

The reality of Makima's career as a devil hunter was something that had taken a toll on you more than you had initially anticipated. At first, you had been intrigued by her strength and determination, admiring her for her ability to face the darkness of the world you lived in head-on. However, as time passed, you began to see the darker side of her world, and it started to affect you in ways I hadn't imagined. Death seemed to linger around Makima like a shadow, both in her professional and personal life.

The constant threat of powerful devils and dangerous missions weighed heavily on her shoulders, and that weight often spilled over into your relationship. The nights when she returned from a particularly gruelling battle, covered in blood and forsaken things, were nights filled with worry and fear from yourself. You couldn't help but imagine the worst and dread the possibility of losing her.

But it wasn't just the physical dangers that troubled you. No, it was the emotional toll of her work. The secrets she had to keep, the compromises she had to make, and the people she had to sacrifice for the greater good of her cause began to gnaw at your conscience. It amazed you how she kept herself so disciplined and stable despite it all. Work, with its constant demands and unpredictable hours, easily seeped into you and Makima’s home life.

There were nights when she would receive urgent phone calls, forcing her to abandon our plans, which she did with ease. Though you would lie if you said it did not leave you feeling neglected and alone. Alone constantly in this home, lost with your anxieties and thoughts.

Makima raises an eyebrow, her expression curious. "Oh. Scared of what, my dear?”

"I'm scared of…losing you, Makima," you confess, your words laced with vulnerability. "Lately, it feels like our relationship isn't a,” the fear of possibly offending her scared you more than anything, “uh, priority to you.” You used that word carefully.

Makima's gaze intensifies as she considers your words. "So, you believe I should reassess my priorities?” she asked. “And you think you’re a priority? Is that what you’re saying?”When she worded it like that you felt awful and belittled.

You stumble over your words. "I... I mean, we're dating, and... I just want to feel like we matter to each other.” You were sheepish, like a school girl.

Makima held her chin high, looking down at you through her long lashes. "Darling, don't be afraid to express yourself. If that's how you feel, I want to understand.”

You let out a shaky sigh, your voice filled with resignation. "I understand you're busy, Makima. I just don't… want you to stress yourself too much." You force yourself to say these words to please her and in a way, end this.

“Good. I’ll make sure not to.”

The winter winds howled and pounded against the windows, rattling the panes and sending shivers down your already tense spine. The room was bathed in the soft, flickering light of the fireplace, its crackling providing a comforting contrast to the harshness of the outside world and the void that was inside this distant home. The room was in a void of silence until Makima broke it.

"Look at me," she states, her eyes fixed on the book placed in her hands.

For some reason, despite your dismay, you do what she says easily and look into her eyes.

In the corner of your eye, you could see a flicker of understanding passing through Makima's eyes as she reaches out to gently touch your hand. "I hear you," she murmurs softly. "I may have been preoccupied, but I assure you, our relationship matters to me."

A glimmer of hope ignites within you as you meet her gaze fully. "Really?"

She nods, her expression sincere.

As you take in her words, a sense of reassurance washes over you. Perhaps, in this moment of honesty and vulnerability, you and Makima could strengthen your love. “I love you,” you say with no thought but with hope.

Before she could respond to your heartfelt declaration, a familiar tone chimed from her phone, interrupting the moment like a cruel déjà vu. You hold in a resigned sigh as Makima swiftly rose from her seat, reaching for her trench coat and draping around her, shielding her from the unforgiving cold that seemed to have no effect on her. It was a stark reminder that her duty called her away once more, leaving you alone and vulnerable to the haunting thoughts that seemed to shadow your every moment.

With the slam of the door, she disappeared into the night, and you watched her silhouette retreat into the darkness, a sense of loneliness creeping in. It was a feeling you had grown accustomed to, a feeling you had faintly hoped would change after the discussion you just had, a recurring ache that accompanied her absence. Once again, you found yourself left alone with your thoughts, the crackling fireplace the only company in this wintry night, its warmth unable to completely dispel the chill that had settled deep within you.

Whining, your pack of dogs circled around your dejected figure, their eyes filled with concern, their tails arched down, dejected.

As you sat there, alone, a whisper escaped your lips, barely audible, “I wonder…if I’ve made a mistake.”

Spring had arrived with its characteristics of humidity and warmth and the scent of freshly brewed coffee, but for you, it brought not the promise of new beginnings but the sting of heartbreak.

You had chosen this place for its cozy ambiance, hoping to find comfort in each other's presence. It had been so long since you both had went on a date, after all, Makima was dedicated to her work, and you spent your whole free time, home alone. But as the conversation grew heavier, the air around you seemed to thicken, and the pleasant background noise became a distant murmur.

Makima's words cut through the serene setting like a bolt of lightning. "Let's end things."

Your heart skipped a beat, and you couldn't believe what you were hearing. The gentle clinking of coffee cups and the chatter of other patrons seemed to fade into the background. Your voice trembled as you choked out a bewildered, "What?"

Makima's expression remained cool and detached, as if the weight of her words held no emotion at all. "Yes," she repeated, her voice devoid of tenderness, she rubbed her chin, as if she hadn’t decided already, "we'll end this...relationship."

Tears welled up in your eyes, but you held them back, not wanting to break down in the middle of the coffee shop. The woman you loved, who had once meant the world to you, now felt distant and unfeeling.

"Consider this a good deed on my part," she continued, her tone as indifferent as ever. "You were an obedient girlfriend, ______. Be proud."

As her words settled in, you felt a sense of betrayal and loss wash over you. The cozy coffee shop had transformed into a backdrop for your heartbreak, the world around you now irrelevant as you grappled with the end of a love that had once seemed unbreakable. Tears welled up in your eyes, and you couldn't contain the rush of emotions any longer. Your hand moved to cover your face, fingers trembling as you tried to hold back the sobs that threatened to escape. The coffee shop around you faded into the background as your grief and sorrow spilled into your trembling hand.

Makima watched you silently, sipping the dark coffee, her gaze unwavering but devoid of any warmth or remorse. In her eyes, this relationship had lost its worth, and she believed that ending it was an act of empathy, sparing you from the emotional decay that had started to seep into your life. Meeting Denji had changed everything for her, and you were left to bear the consequences.

To her, it was a good thing, a release for both of you, though for very different reasons. In her own way, she believed that you had gotten lucky, even if it didn't feel that way in the midst of your heartbreak. She saw it as an act of kindness, despite the undeniable manipulation and use of your emotions. In her eyes, this was her way of sparing you from further deterioration, even if it meant severing the connection that had once meant so much to you.

You knew, deep down, that you would recover from this heartache, that you would eventually find a way to live without Makima. But in that moment, as you wept in the coffee shop, it was hard to see beyond the pain and confusion that had come with the end of a love that had once consumed your heart.

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underscar · 11 months

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Oh, my apologies! I should have been more specific! Could I request Power with a female reader who is obsessed with cute things (plushies, bows, cats, kawaii fashion, etc.)? I hope this is specific enough, please let me know if you need more details!

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Pairing: Power/Female Reader

Summary: During a chance encounter at a farmers market, Power accuses you of being a witch due to your fashion style. Aki apologizes for Power's behavior and invites you to join them, and you happily accept. As you spend the day together, Aki and Denji go shopping while you accompany Power. You both decide to leave together and stumble upon an arcade. You guide Power through various games, teasing each other along the way. Aki and Denji eventually find you both working together, attempting to win a stuffed plush.

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A/N: no worries. thank you for requesting.

i primarily based the reader’s personality on fischl from genshin impact, however her style is based sorta on celestial from daganrompa. first time writing power so…

WORD COUNT // 2203 words

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"WITCH!" Power exclaimed, her finger accusingly aimed in your direction. Gasps of astonishment escaped her lips as she openly gazed at you, causing passersby to turn their heads and fix their curious gazes upon you, drawing even more attention to your presence on the street.

Aki, Power, and Denji were enjoying their rare day off, strolling through the bustling city streets. However, to their astonishment, they unexpectedly stumbled upon you—a fellow devil hunter from Special Division 4—at the nearby farmers market. The market was a delightful treasure trove, brimming with homemade delicacies and charming discoveries. Power, in particular, had never before seen you outside the confines of your standard work uniform.

Thus the dramatic reaction.

You were dressed in an elegant ensemble that exuded a unique charm. A pristine white blouse adorned your upper body, featuring a long-point collar that added a touch of sophistication. Over the blouse, you wore a sleek black jacket, accentuated by delicate white ribbon lacing that gracefully cascaded down the sleeves.

A simple white ribbon was fastened across your chest, revealing a delightful pink tie, adding a pop of color to the canvas that was your outfit.

Your skirt, a masterpiece of design, boasted multiple tiers and intricate white lace embellishments. It swirled around you as you walked, creating an ethereal effect. Completing the look, you wore pink knee-high stockings, adorned with delicate ladder lace, and on each stocking, a contrasting black ribbon accentuated its charm.

Your feet were adorned with black Mary Janes, featuring a sturdy heel and secured by three dainty pink buckles.

A white lace headband adorned your hair, adding a touch of whimsy to your overall appearance. Hanging gracefully on your shoulder was a plush Kuromi purse, adding a playful element. Lastly, in your hand, you held a striking black fan, ready to create a gentle breeze whenever needed.

"With utmost confidence, my fashion transcends all others," you declared, elegantly unfurling your fan to delicately conceal the bottom half of your face.

“Clearly, it is a sight to behold.”

"You speak falsely, mortal! You merely appear to me as a witch." Power accused, her tone sharp and accusing.

In response, you swiftly closed your fan, a subtle gesture accompanying your retort. "Your commentary is as abhorrent as your attire," you calmly replied, the disdain evident in your voice.

Aki sighed. "My apologies, ______-san," he offered, his tone carrying a tinge of sincerity. Despite your eccentricities, he felt compelled to apologize on behalf of Power's words.

Denji's words however drowned this apology, his astonishment evident as he witnessed your unusual choice of attire, having also only seen you in your devil-hunting suit. "You mean you actually go shopping like that? In public?" he blurted out, pointing at the shopping bag nestled in your free hand, just behind your skirt.

A playful smile formed on your lips as you scrunched your face. "Indeed I do," you confirmed, unapologetically embracing your distinctive fashion sense. You then struck a pose, exuding confidence. "Behold and appreciate my eleganza!" you proclaimed, basking in your own style.

“…”

The group fell into an eerie silence as the three devil hunters stared at you, their expressions a mix of disbelief and skepticism. However, their lack of response did little to dampen your unwavering haughtiness.

Breaking the tension, Aki sighed and massaged his temples, clearly conflicted. "Would you... consider joining us?" he finally asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

With grace, you held your bag and fan before you, exuding an air of elegance. A mischievous smile played on your lips as you responded, "I would be absolutely delighted."

"Damn witch," Power muttered under her breath.

With a nod of agreement, you joined the trio on their shopping excursion, immersing yourself in their company. As the day progressed, you found yourself engaged in lively banter with Power, exchanging playful remarks and sharing laughter. Denji, on the other hand, seemed still engross by your attire, continuously pointing out and admiring the intricate details of your skirts and frills. Although it amused you, you gracefully dodged his attempts to touch them, preserving their delicate elegance.

Power, true to her nature, persisted in calling you a witch. However, you quickly grew accustomed to her bratty remarks, letting them slide off you like water off a duck's back. It became clear that her words held little effect on your spirits, as you remained undeterred and confident in your fashion.

After one of many, you all arrived at a clothing store, and Aki took on the responsibility of helping Denji find suitable attire. As they disappeared inside, Aki turned to you and made a request. "Denji and I will be inside. _____-san, can I please ask you to watch over Power?"

You placed a hand over your heart, a gesture of assurance. "With utmost confidence, you can count on me."

With a nod, trusting your sincerity, Aki and Denji ventured into the store, leaving you and Power outside. As minutes ticked by, it became evident that Power's patience was wearing thin. After only ten minutes of waiting, she began to fidget restlessly, unable to stay still.

“This is a bore!” Power's outburst drew attention from the surrounding people, their curious gazes fixed upon you two. However, you remained unfazed by the scrutiny, gracefully embracing the attention that came your way.

"Blood fiend, your sentiments resonate with me," you responded calmly, acknowledging Power's boredom. "However, I made a promise to Hayakawa to watch you."

Power tilted her chin, contemplating your words. "Or... we could leave this domain together. In doing so, you would still fulfill your promise of keeping an eye on me. Yes! I am a genius!"

You pondered for a moment, considering Power's proposition. A mischievous smile played on your lips as you replied, "Hm, you make a compelling argument. Let us embark on a leisurely stroll through the various shops, shall we? I'm sure we'll find something to pique our interests."

With each step along the bustling streets, you and Power indulged in the simple pleasure of exploration, not particularly focused on buying anything. However, Power's impulsive nature led her to touch nearly every item she came across, prompting you to swiftly reprimand her by slapping her wrist with your fan and displaying your devil hunter ID to ease each shop owners worries of the fiend.

As you continued your leisurely stroll, your eyes alighted upon a storefront that sparked a genuine smile upon your lips."Oh my, an arcade!" you exclaimed, your voice filled with delight. "Truly a haven for joy and amusement. Let us enter and immerse ourselves in its enchantment."

Power's eyes widened with excitement as she eagerly agreed, and together you made your way towards the arcade, ready to embrace the allure of games and fun.

As you gazed into the arcade, memories of your own past flooded your mind. “I spent a majority of my upcoming in arcades like this one,” you shared, a touch of nostalgia coloring your voice. With a gentle chuckle, you elegantly held your cheek, reflecting on those days. "My entire allowance was blissfully squandered on these captivating machines," you admitted, your tone filled with fondness.

Power, always quick to assert her skills, pointed at herself with a smug smirk, showcasing her razor-sharp teeth. "Well, I, Power, am a master of these children games," she proclaimed proudly. "So skilled, in fact, that I can make children wet their pants in awe! Ha!”

You raised an impressed eyebrow, acknowledging her claim. "Impressive, indeed," you remarked.

After presenting your devil hunter ID to the arcade owner, granting you both access, you took on the role of Power's guide, showing her the ropes in various games. Despite her earlier claims of mastery, Power proved to be less skilled than she had initially boasted, resulting in a fair share of playful teasing and laughter between the two of you. As you moved from one game to another, honing your own skills and sharing in the joy of friendly competition, you momentarily lost sight of Power. However, it didn't take long for you to spot her standing near a machine that seemed strangely deserted, devoid of any other players.

"That object bears a striking resemblance to Meowy!" Power exclaimed excitedly, her face pressed against the glass of some claw machine in the corner.

With a graceful stride, you approached to get a better view, the click of your heels echoing through the room. You placed your shopping bag to the ground as you stared inside. The machine held an assortment of stuffed cats, each in various sizes and colors. However, it was the white one with a small splotch of brown between it’s triangle ears that had Power completely captivated.

"A claw machine, my eternal nemesis," you remarked, a touch of elegance in your voice.

Power scowled in agreement. "Indeed, mine as well. The machine has eaten all my loot."

“It is quite…kawaii.” A flick of your fan caused a sharp rustling sound, drawing the attention of those around you. "Together, we shall vanquish this common adversary!" you declared, quickly pulling out your coin purse.

Two hours then passed, along with an abundance of money, and Aki and Denji finally found you both after tirelessly searching since the sun had now set. Aki had intended to deliver a stern lecture, primarily directed at you, considering your competence. However, upon witnessing both of you engrossed in a claw machine game, shoulder to shoulder, his frustration seemed to melt away.

Denji, on the other hand, found the whole situation rather foolish. With a real cat waiting at home, he couldn't comprehend why you both were expending so much energy to acquire a mere stuffed feline. Nevertheless, your determination remained unwavering.

“The treasure must be acquired!” you both argued.

As another ten minutes ticked by, Denji's impatience mirrored Power's, and he couldn't resist giving the claw machine a try himself. However, luck was not on his side, and he ended up losing all his money in his failed attempts. Consumed by anger, he unleashed a forceful punch that shattered the glass barrier. Nonchalantly, he shrugged his shoulders, seemingly unaffected by the act of violence.

"See? Easy!" Denji declared, flicking off the droplets of blood oozing from his fist. With an astonishing display of resilience, he effortlessly removed the shards of glass from his hand, exhibiting no signs of pain or distress.

“VICTORY IS OURS!” Power exclaimed triumphantly, seizing the Meowy plush through the shattered glass.

"What an elegant performance!" you chimed in, gracefully retrieving another plush resembling Meowy.

The deafening crash of shattered glass drew the attention of the claw machine owner, who hurriedly made their way toward the commotion. Their face contorted with a mix of disbelief and fury as they confronted the scene unfolding before them. "What the hell are you doing?!" the owner's voice boomed with anger, resonating through the air.

Their eyes darted from the broken glass to Denji, still standing amidst the aftermath of his impulsive act. The owner's tone carried a blend of disbelief, frustration, and concern for their damaged property.

Aki, caught off guard by the sudden confrontation, struggled to form a coherent response. His mind raced, desperately searching for the right words to defuse the situation. However, the weight of the situation and the owner's stern gaze seemed to render him speechless. His mouth opened and closed, but no words emerged, leaving him in a state of bewildered silence.

As the sun set, casting its golden glow over the horizon, the group of devil hunters began their departure, steadily walking into the distance. Power's exuberant voice rang out triumphantly, her arm thrusting the Meowy Junior plush high above her head. "Bow down to the mighty Meowy Junior!" she declared with a mix of jubilation and playful bravado, reveling in the victory of their claw machine conquest.

Meanwhile, you held your Meowy cat plush close to your heart. You glanced at the blood fiend and a surge of affection washed over you, embracing you in a wave of warmth. Denji and Aki gallantly shouldered the burden of the shopping bags, with Aki taking the extra load of yours. A gentle smile bloomed on your face, captivated by the exquisite craftsmanship that adorned the plush companion.

"Hayakawa, isn't this little cutie just absolutely adorable?" you whispered, your voice filled with fondness and delight. "What a delightful outing we've had!" You reveled in the joyous atmosphere, relishing the camaraderie and the simple pleasures of the day's adventure.

Aki's face contorted into a displeased frown, radiating an unmistakable sense of anger. Dealing with Power and Denji alone was already challenging enough, and your absence of support only compounded his frustration. It was difficult for him to grasp the fact that he had been banned from the arcade and was now obligated to pay the damages.

Admittedly, you had offered to split the cost, but regardless, Aki had resolved in his mind that the next time he crossed paths with you in public, he would not approach.

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underscar · 11 months

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If you're willing, could you write headcanons for Power with a fem or gn s/o? Someone who's really sweet and caring but indulges in Power's chaotic energy because they love that about her.

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feats: power :)

warnings: no pronouns

summary: what it's like to have power as a gf.

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A/N: thank you for requesting! apologies if it’s short.

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POWER

when it comes to navigating a relationship with power, I must say, you possess the patience of a saint

— as power can be quite bratty, loud, and driven by her own desires, often showing a strong inclination towards greed. however, amidst these traits, there is one remarkable thing: she seems to harbor a genuine fondness for you.

— “I hold the power in this relationship!" she would frequently proclaim. despite her name being power, the reality is that you possessed the true power in your relationship. power was not familiar with the obstacles of navigating a romantic relationship, being a fiend and all.

— consequently, she lacked the knowledge required to steer a romantic relationship in the right direction.

— power often finds herself pondering how to reciprocate your love with the same intensity and depth. she yearns to love you as fiercely as you love her, feeling a persistent sense of disconnection within the relationship.

— this lingering feeling resides in the depths of her mind, subtly influencing her emotions. though she genuinely loves you, there are moments when your love seems overwhelming, overshadowing her own.

— as a result, she becomes particularly prone to seeking physical affection, hoping to bridge the gap and compete with the effortless nature of your affections and kindness.

— please keep an eye on her because she'll always be up to some sort of shenanigans. Some might expect your attentive nature to temper her energy, but to everyone's surprise, you actually join in and amplify her mischief. You become her ultimate booster, delighting in her antics.

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PEOPLE, PEOPLE, PEOPLE

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underscar · 11 months

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give it back

genre: mutual pining, fools in love, severe fluff i hate it (not really i just wish it was me), that's my shirt trope, first kiss.

pairing: roommate!megumi x gn!reader

word count: roughly 1.6k words

warnings: swearing, mild banter/playful argument, vague allusions to future suffering

requested: yes! by the lovely @knightofmight . thank you for requesting, i hope you like this ♥

“This has to be some sort of infringement of my liberties.”

You look up from your phone and turn to face him directly where he stands at the end of the hallway. “Shouldn’t you be off on that mission with Kugisaki, Fushiguro?” He’s still in his sleep shirt and sweats, hair all mussed from his repetitive tugging.

You think he bares his teeth a little, though his ears are burning. “Shouldn’t you be with Gojo-sensei? And I would be off if I had my clothes with me, but-” You cut him off with a wide, vague gesture to his room, where his closet is.

“Clothes,” you deadpan. “And no, get out, I'm having Maki and Toge over.”

He stares you down where you sit on the couch, but his eyes are caught on the way the navy button-down has settled on your figure, drowning it in the pretty fabric. In fact, it’s so long that you’re not wearing anything underneath- he stops his eyes from going any further.

“That’s,” he stops, reconsiders, and starts again. “That shirt you’re wearing is what I kept out to wear. I ironed it and shit, give it here.” You wrap your arms around yourself and shift slightly away from him, a miffed expression on your face. “What do you mean? It’s my shirt.”

“The fuck- it’s my shirt! Give it back!” He reaches out to grab the hem and collar to pull you closer so he can wrestle you out of your stubbornness, but you pull back with an equal amount of force as you stand up. Moments like these are when he wishes you weren’t such a formidable opponent.

You huff indignantly, turning your nose up at him as your hands protectively grasp the cloth at your chest, “I said it’s mine!” “It’s not yours, fuck’s sake-” He struggles against the death grip you have on the shirt and he has half a mind to consider what the hell he’s doing.

“Just get another shirt, this isn’t the only damn shirt you own!” Not addressing this blatant admittal of your felony, you give a final tug back to release from his grip and he chose that moment to exert more strength on the hem. A loud rip of expensive fabric is heard as the shirt gives way between your adamant grips. The flimsy thing falls pathetically to your body, leaving a large tear between the hem and the bodice, leaving bare skin in its wake.

You didn’t think it was possible for him to get even redder, but he did. His ears burned scarlet and bled into the apples of his cheeks. He quickly averts his eyes and turns on his heel, taking large strides to his room and slamming the door shut. Your own face burns as you sit back down and examine the damage.

You think you like it better this way.

He rests on the closed door, slightly out of breath from the scuffle. His head falls back onto the wood as he tries to drown out the pretty, wide-eyed look on your face and the stupid shirt and how you looked in it and your skin-. He shuts his eyes and groans quietly in annoyance. Screw the shirt, you look better in it anyway. You don't seem like you'll give his heart back either.

You just have to be the death of him, don’t you?

“Is this payback?”, you ask a few days later as he rests on your bed against the headboard, wearing your oversized sweatshirt. It’s your favourite, a gift from Gojo that reads “I ♥ HOT MILFS” in white across the soft black fabric. You try not to gush at how much you adore him in your clothing.

“You’re one to talk,” is all he says, eyeing you in one of his pink hoodies. You roll your eyes and settle down against the wall, resting your legs over his own outstretched ones. Sharing clothes, or more like stealing them, has become a more common occurrence between you and your roommate.

Your eyes drift to the book he holds delicately between his large palms. “Didn’t know you liked poetry?” You curiously glance at him, but he has stopped reading long since your skin came into contact with him. He shakes his head slightly and looks up at you, trying to come up with a valid response that wouldn’t only consist of incoherent mumbles.

“Uh- yeah I do, just a little,” he holds it out to you in a silent offering, but you decline with a slight smile. “No thank you, I’ve read and annotated it already. It’s with Toge right now, he wanted to try annotation.”

You miss the way his eyebrow twitches at the end, and his lips quirk into a slight sneer. He recomposes himself to respond. “Inumaki and you are pretty close now?”

Your face blossoms into the softest grin and you lean your head back against the drywall. Your mind seems elsewhere when you reply. “We have been talking, well, writing, a lot more lately, yeah.” He’s been helping me confess to you, is what you don’t say, but he doesn’t need to know that.

Megumi can barely hear you as his heart thuds up his throat, blood rushing in his ears. It's not like he’s made any blatant effort to show how he feels about you, but he’s also sure he’s dropped a few hints. You’re wearing each other's clothing, for fucks sake!

“Because of his difficulty with conversing normally, we bought a notebook together to write in to talk instead,” as you speak, you don’t notice how your smile has grown or how his eyebrows furrow a little into themselves. “He’s such a great guy, honestly, I would-”

Before you can finish your sentence, he’s reached forward, pulling your arm towards him. You fall back onto the mattress at the sudden movement with a small yelp, and your breath stops short as he leans over you, arms planted on either side of your head. “Stop talking about him,” He’s muttering rapidly to himself, hair falling into his eyes.

Your heart is skipping beats like you’ve done your whole sorcery technique in one go, thumping wildly as though trying to break free from the cages of your ribs. You’re sure he can hear it, but he seems no better, breathing a bit harshly. Your mind forgets the position you both are in for a moment, focusing on the pretty boy above, with red glowing cheeks and inky hair hanging in his green eyes.

You reach up, gently brushing his hair away. “There, I can see your eyes now. You’re mumbling again, ‘gumi.” His breath stills, eyes trained on your face as he contemplates throwing all his extravagant confession plans out the window as they zone in on the precious glow on your face and the fucking bewitching, sweet smile on your lips.

“I-” He tries, voice failing him as his ears catch on the slight nickname you used, each syllable dancing across his consciousness. “I really want to kiss you right now,” he tries again, whispering all the words in one breath.

And, oh, he thinks, nothing can compare to the way your smile widens, your heart swells and your eyes twinkle endearingly. The joy seems to burst at the seams of every letter of the “well why don’t you” that you whisper softly back to him. The air surrounding you both is warm, despite the winter, glittery and otherworldly, neither eager to break the serenity.

Fuck the plans, the confessions. He wants you to feel his raw emotions, both of you bare and trusting in front of each other, a moment that can never be replicated. Screw Inumaki, he’s better. Fuck it, is what he thinks, as two shuddering hearts and shaky smiles intertwine when he leans forward and captures your lips in his. Both your eyes slip shut as you find a gentle rhythm between the dance of your lips to the beat of your heart.

It’s not fireworks or bursting sparklers. It’s comfort, its peace, its electricity flowing between the both of you, something that was long awaited, a thirst finally sated. It’s home.

Finding someone like this, who you wholly trust with your life and would die for, is rare. You’re infinitesimally grateful Gojo introduced you to one another, where you both just clicked. Keeping this someone is even rarer with the risk of the jujutsu world, where the reaper stands at every corner, at every threatening battle, waiting for an untimely end.

But you can make it work, he thinks, as he pulls away from your lips, resting his forehead on yours, eyes still refusing to open and crack the moment. You can make it work, as long as you come home to each other, in this stupid apartment with the shitty heaters and each other. Where you can dress each other's wounds with a scolding and a gentle press of lips to a temple.

Where you can call it home, spend sick days after you foolishly had to dance in the rain, offer comfort after a loss to Death once more in each other’s arms, laze around on slow days and dance in the kitchen to kill time. Having to be away from one another but falling into each other’s arms at the end of the day to a restful slumber. To cry, to laugh, to live, as authentically as possible, with a semblance of normalcy in an abnormal world.

Of course, you couldn’t care less about ruining the moment as you open your eyes to his nose brushing yours, as you smirk and say “So you were jealous, huh?”

“Oh, for fucks sake-”

tada!!

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underscar · 11 months

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power headcanon coming saturday, and power x f!reader oneshot coming sunday (hopefully)

#gotten a hc req for himeno #unsure when i’ll finish :<#anyway going to bed #underspeaks

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@spaghett00 I got your request! It is currently in the works!

Hey, I hear you’re taking requests? Could you possibly do Power and a female reader? Thank you in advance if you’re able to do so, and have a nice day!!

i would love to write your request as i have been wanting to write for power. if you can, please send me the scenario or a prompt of sorts of what you would like. thank you!

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Hello~ can I get Kobeni with a Male S/O who's energetic and affectionate towards her. Like always telling her how much he loves her and how cute she is.

ESCAPISM

Pairing: Kobeni Higashiyama/Male Reader

Summary: In the midst of a lively park and bustling street, Kobeni found solace in the enduring glow of the streetlights. As the noises faded into the background, her focus shifted to the person by her side—you. While Kobeni's memories were mostly muted and melancholic, you always stood out vividly in each one, radiating with vibrant colors. After a demanding day as a devil-hunter, you both took a stroll, prompting nostalgic reflections. Despite being financially strained like Kobeni, you generously offered to treat her to some exquisite fried chicken to uplift her spirits, but she declined. Her sole desire was for things to remain unchanged between the two of you.

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A/N: thank you for requesting! your request was somewhat similar to a oneshot i was already gonna write for kobeni, i just shortened it.

WORD COUNT // 1,554 words

CSM TAGLIST: @loveydoveydouche

WARNINGS: spoilers but not really, more like references.

In the midst of a lively park and bustling street, Kobeni found solace in the enduring glow of the streetlights. As the noises faded into the background, her focus shifted to the person by her side—you, who walked briskly beside her. Your face attracted the light and a sparkle twinkled in your eye, she noticed, as she stared.

After a fun night of drinking with the rest of the division, Kobeni reveled in the joy of dining out. Eating out was one of her greatest pleasures. Once the night came to an end, you kindly offered to chaperone her on the walk to the train station. Though the walk felt more like roaming.

Despite your aimless wandering, a glimmer of hollow light constantly followed you, devouring you. No matter how far you both went, there was always that persistent glimmer. You had a radiant glow for as long as she could remember. Kobeni’s memories were all in a monochromatic filter, melancholic and lagging. Despite the darkness of her life, she met you, her bright light at the end of the tunnel. You shone with vivid color in every memory you shared. She was at a loss for words in the face of your enlightening presence.

Luckily, you broke the silence with ease. "How has work been?" you inquired, curiosity lacing your voice. "I heard your division was assigned to eliminate some devil at some hotel. Which one was it?"

Kobeni's gaze dropped, her hands clasping together in a display of unease. "It was the Eternity devil," she admitted, her tone tinged with remorse.

You nodded, sensing the weight of her words. "Did everything go smoothly?" you asked cautiously.

A shadow of shame passed over Kobeni's face as she took a deep breath. "No, it didn't... I... I made a terrible mistake," she stammered, struggling to find the right words. “I panicked…and tried to stab out the heart of one of my coworkers, it was Denji. But instead, I...stabbed one of my superiors, it was Hayakawa.”

You struggled to conceal your amazement, the marvel evident in your voice. "Woah! That's quite out of character for you, Kobeni," you remarked, though deep down, you knew that her impulsive tendencies were not entirely foreign to you. Kobeni had always possessed a combination of timidity and recklessness, traits that had persisted since childhood. The life of a devil hunter seemed ill-suited for her, you knew that, and witnessing her current state pained you deeply.

Kobeni frowned. “Yeah…I really need to apologize.” She continued, strolling unhurriedly beside you. "How about...your work?" she asked, her voice trembling like a flickering flame, trying to sustain the conversation.

Resting your chin in your hand, you responded. "Miss Makima had requested for me to accompany her on a trip to Kyoto tomorrow, but with all honesty, I don't anticipate anything eventful happening."

"Oh, well, I'll be patrolling with Galgali tomorrow," Kobeni shared.

You let out a sigh, disapproving of Kobeni working alongside a fiend of all things. "The violence fiend, huh? I wish I didn't have to leave you with it."

Kobeni wanted to defend the fiend, tell you how he wasn't all that bad, but she bit her tongue, opting to remain hushed. "It's alright, really. I wouldn't want to be a bother--"

You interrupted her, your voice filled with affection. "It's cute how apologetic you are, but Kobeni, know that you could never bother me."

A fiery blush crept onto Kobeni's cheeks as she softly replied, "I'm sorry."

Suppressing the urge to laugh at her response, you decided against teasing her about her apologetic nature. Instead, you simply smiled down at her, letting the conversation naturally come to a close. Sometimes, silence and a knowing smile spoke louder than words, you thought.

You close your eyes, as the cacophony of the city becomes distant, gradually fading into the background. The honking of car horns, the chatter of pedestrians, and the bustling energy of the streets all blend into a symphony of urban life. Instead of overwhelming you, this constant noise seems to envelop you, providing a sense of comfort and anonymity.

At this moment, you allow yourself to detach from the chaos of your daily life. The towering buildings, with their mesmerizing lights and windows reflecting the night sky, remind you of the vastness of the world. You feel like a small observer in a grand spectacle, the world moving around you while you find solace in the stillness within.

“Don’t stress yourself, _____.”

Startled by the sound of Kobeni's voice, you are abruptly jolted back to the present moment. The tranquility you were experiencing quickly fades as your attention shifts from the vastness of the city to the immediate presence of another person.

Turning towards Kobeni, you find yourself facing a familiar face. "Sorry, what was that?" you ask, your mind still lingering on the brief respite you had just experienced. You didn't fully catch what she said.

Kobeni, feeling sheepish, turned away and stumbled over her words. "Please don't stress yourself too much. It's not healthy to work excessively. B-b-but I understand that you need to provide for yourself, especially since... well, your family isn't in the picture anymore. However--" --her sentence was abruptly interrupted by the ferocious growl of her stomach, akin to that of a beast.

Kobeni's face flushed with embarrassment, turning a deep shade of crimson. Overwhelmed by the sudden interruption of her growling stomach, she came to a halt and instinctively clutched her midsection, as if trying to suppress the noise. "I-I-I'm so sorry!" she cried, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.

Having grown up with Kobeni and accustomed to her occasional dramatic outbursts, you shrugged it off. You stopped in front of her, interrupting her string of apologies. "Hmm, Kobeni. Let me treat you to some fried chicken tonight. You know, the good kind near that park we love."

A glimmer of surprise and gratitude flickered in Kobeni's teary eyes as she mumbled amidst her apologies, "Is it open this late?" However, she quickly gasped and shook her head. "Wait, no, no, no! You should be saving your money, not spending it on me!"

You responded with a playful smile. "Oh, I have a few twenties to spare."

Kobeni frowned, her disbelief evident on her face. "No, you don't."

Chuckling softly, you responded, "You're right, I'll worry about that later. Besides, treating you to a delicious meal is worth every penny." Playfully, you hung your arm around Kobeni's shoulder, pulling her close. "Now come on! Do you want chicken or not? You can tell me all about that fiend while we eat! Okay? Please? I'm literally begging you now~"

Kobeni couldn't help but smile at your persistence and the playful tone in your voice. Blushing slightly, she nodded and chuckled back. "Thank you... really. You're too kind."

You released your hold on Kobeni and exclaimed, "It's decided then! Let's hurry up and get there! What are we doing standing around?"

Kobeni's attention, however, became fixated on your face and your radiant smile. Lost in her thoughts, she couldn't hear your words anymore. Deep within, she silently pleaded, "_____, please don't die tomorrow, or the day after that, or any day that follows. Please keep wearing that smile. That's all I truly want from you."

Unaware of Kobeni's inner turmoil, you enthusiastically started walking towards the fried chicken place, unaware of the profound impact your presence had on her.

"Wait!" As Kobeni called out to you, you halted in your tracks and turned around to face her. She stood still, her words catching your attention. "Um, thank you for staying with me... for the long run. I know it's been difficult throughout the years for... both of us."

Arching your brow, you responded, "Hey, we're not kids anymore, Kobeni."

Confusion washed over Kobeni's face as she tried to make sense of your words. Before she could respond, you walked closer to her and gently rubbed her head, messing up her hair in an affectionate gesture. "Don't be crying. You'll make me think you're sad, even after I've been trying so hard to keep you smiling all these years."

Blushing, Kobeni realized tears were streaming down her face, a realization that had eluded her. "O-Oh..." she stuttered, a mixture of embarrassment and gratitude flooding her emotions.

You put your hands in your pockets, a sense of reassurance evident in your posture. "And it's no problem. Let's never separate, Kobeni. I'll always be somewhere," you say with a hint of playfulness in your tone.

Kobeni stutters in response, desperately hoping her words sound platonic. "M-Me too, for you," she manages to say, her voice filled with sincerity. Please sound platonic, please sound platonic, please sound platonic. "I-I love you, _____."

With that, you take the lead, both of you moving forward, leaving the heartfelt moment behind as you embrace the present, ready to enjoy the simple pleasure of sharing a meal together.

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underscar · 11 months

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i lied it ended up being kobeni

next fic will likely be a makima x female reader

#underspeaks

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