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𝗟𝗶𝗾𝘂𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗮𝗻𝘆

Pairing: Kishibe/Female Reader

Summary: Warm, almost timid lighting for the eyes, the lusting smell of smoke for the nose, and lastly, the accessible taste of alcohol for each tongue. An old fashioned bar is where you found yourself, a shabby establishment you would say. You had only hoped that Kishibe hadn't stood you up again like he had done many times in the past, this was important to you. And time was not so limitless for you. To think of the devil means to resurrect them, and Kishibe was there for company, and you think you'll stay for one more drink for the night.

Word Count: 2037 words

Authors Note: Hello again. This is actually a bonus chapter for my Beam/Female Reader oneshot 'Mistress' I posted a while back. But I realized it could sorta stand as its own fic, so i’m posting it. You can read this without reading my Beam fic and not have too many questions. Now please enjoy. Comments and Reblogs are always appreciated.

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Death was always just the next step in your warped mind. For a long time, mainly throughout your childhood, you daydreamed about your death, and wondered constantly about what happens after the end. The thoughts started after the Gun Devil massacre, after your two siblings and many others died. Before their deaths you never thought about the end of life, or what happened after the flower decayed. All you knew, as an eight year old, that after all those people bled it was hell on earth. And many lost their faith, many children like yourself lost faith, and the future generation was stuck living a life that was lost.

In your teen years, near the end of high school, you came to a solution; to what exactly happened after death. Hell, nothing. Endlessness, nothingness. And that is what you saw as utter peace. Why care about anything if at the end of every story was just nothing. You thought that for a long time, until one day you saw a beam of light in a solemnly dark well, a light that never stopped shining for you. And now that solution has shifted. Death was still empty and meaningless, but that beam was absent at death. You are self aware enough to realize this. That when you died Beam would have it hard, struggle, and you would be alone yet again with regrets you didn’t understand. He was your only regret in life and death.

The building you found yourself currently residing in was zippy. Warm, almost timid lighting for the eyes, the lusting smell of smoke for the nose, and lastly, the accessible taste of alcohol for each tongue. An old fashioned bar is where you find yourself, a shabby establishment you would say. The rustic brick walls looked and felt almost as rough as the stool cushions. You personally wouldn’t have been surprised if they hadn’t been washed; the cushions probably would have been placed there longer than you had been alive. The building smelled as if the building was on fire, if this bar had fire alarms they would go off constantly due to the cloud of smoke surrounding the area. You walked past an assortment of drunk chumps on your journey to the secluded area of the bar top, you didn’t bother to respond or turn a glance to any who spoke to you. All your mind wondered was if he came, and of course how pissed you'd be if he didn’t show up. You stop in your step, halting beside a seated, lone man. “You actually came, eh Kishibe?” You rested your hand inside your trench coat pockets, looking down at the man who hadn't raised a glance at you.

“Don’t you go feeling special. Just a good excuse to go out drinking,” he stated as he downed the last of his liquor, emptying the glass. “Better than drinking out alone,” he uttered, before finally bothering to look at you, the person who invited him here. Kishibe shamelessly eyed you down for a moment; you weren't wearing your devil-hunter attire like he was. You wore a beige cami top, noticelessly strapless despite the trench coat you wore. The brown trench covered your shoulders, and absorbed the smoke in the air. He brought his eyes back to your face, where he found your eyes boring into his eyes, unimpressed, searching for his soul. Kishibe, as insolent as he is, stared back into your void of a gaze and spouted his thoughts. “and you’re not too bad of a sight.” Your eyes narrowed further.

He’s just as you remembered, and you aren’t saying it was a good thing.  “Oh shaddup, would ya. I’m not interested in old men,” you barked, taking a seat beside the rugged man. “Whiskey on the rocks,” you shouted from your spot to the bartender. The man grumbled and nodded before beginning to cook up your drink, alongside your drink he began wordlessly refilling Kishibe’s, making it known that Kishibe is a ‘regular’. To think of the devil means to resurrect them as Kishibe speaks right after your thought. “I heard you signed a new contract,” he said, “with the Curse devil.” You didn’t deny it. “Yea, that I did. ‘Tis no secret.”

Kishibe digs through his large overcoat as he responds lazily. “That breaks the agreement between you and the Mermaid Devil.” If looks could kill, Kishibe would likely have you in a chokehold before that. Feels like he knows too much about your contract with that damn filthy devil. He was the one who recommended you talk up a contract with that devil when you first started out due to the advantage it would give you over your peers. You remember thinking he was going to come with you, but the bastard never showed up. That’s one of the many reasons why you always think he’s gonna stand you up. Despite that occurrence now being a little over eight years ago. “Yea, I already know,” you growled. “But why be faithful to a devil? That devil ain’t my spouse.” The bartender slid you your glass of whiskey, ice giggling inside, and sounded like wind chimes. Kishibe removed a box of unopened cigarettes, and he shrugged. “You’re not the committed type anyway.” You brought the cup of whiskey to your lips and took a sharp sip before responding. “Yea? Well neither are you, Kishibe.”

Smoke encased your front vision. You turn to find Kishibe now smoking a cigarette from a brand you didn’t know, leaning back in his seat. He stared up at the ceiling, the cigarette hanging from his scared mouth. “The Shark fiend,” he muttered in seemingly no direction. “Fiends partnering with devil hunters. What a buncha comedic shit. Funny you got talked into it.” He crudely placed his elbow on the bar top and grabbed his filled cup of rum. “By Makima I bet.” You dodged his statement, avoiding his morbid interest in your partnership with Beam. “Did you read my email fully or not.” You surely weren't here for chatter, you need a favor, it’s important; you took another sharp sip to ease your creeping nerves. He narrowed his eyes at you, removing the cigarette bud from his mouth to take a quick swig. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t read it. Wouldn’t you think?” Kishibe drowned his mouth, drinking damn near half of the liquor in his glass. “Haven’t talked in four years and you’re asking for favors. The audacity of devil hunters these days,” he grumbled, whipping his face.

It had indeed been four years since you and Kishibe were acquainted. It wasn’t as if back then you both were hanging out on a daily basis, it was just that Kishibe was the only devil hunter you knew. He had trained you and after you were sent to do your own thing you and Kishibe used to drink together once every few weeks. Not much nowadays. The last few years you’ve isolated yourself, until Makima partnered you with Beam, and a glimmer of light absorbed you from inside out. “I’d become an alcoholic if I hung with you too much. I keep a safe distance.” In response Kishibe dryly chuckled, sarcastically. A silence then absorbed the both of you, the sound of drunk patrons and ice hitting glass striking your ears.

You bring the glass of whiskey, and artlessly place your elbow on the bar top beside Kishibe's crudely placed elbow. How romantic, you sardonically thought. “I haven’t told my partner about my new contract,” you said out of the blue, to slowly build on to your request. Kishibe shrugged. “The fiend, eh? Why would you even bother?” Kishibes cup was empty again, and as he spoke smoke eagerily escaped. You turn to gaze at his face subtly. His side profile was sharp, scraggly facial hair showed and the stitched scar running across his left cheek from his mouth declaring its presence. The man was older than you, but that wasn’t why you respected him. You respected him…because he himself embodied life to you. Life's cruel joke.

“I need a favor. Only one,” you said. Kishibe’s eyes did not shift from anticipation nor surprise. He knew why you were here and was just waiting for you to spit it out. “Hurry up and shoot it.” After a second you state your favor, allowing yourself to be…somewhat vulnerable. Perhaps it's the little liquor in you. “I want Beam to be taken care of after I die. I don’t want him suffering when I’m gone,” you state openly. Kishibe’s silence and lack of response intoxicated you with anticipation. He did not blink, or really move, his eyes were still in thought. Smoke covered the dimmed lighted area where you both found yourselves that dilapidated night.

“…You’ve gotten soft over a fiend,” he surmised. “That’s surprising, especially for you.” Not the response you cared for. Honestly, you wanted a sufficient yes or no. Your eyebrows bunch and you unthinkingly lean closer to the man, now shoulder to shoulder. “Oh shaddup, would ya. Yes or no?” He still didn’t give you the response you wanted and he just began to light up another cigarette, throwing out the former one. “How much longer d’ya got?” He caught on rather quickly to your tale. You were telling him you were going to die just like every other devil hunter he’s ever drank with.

He kept his gaze on the burning cigarette in hand, exhaling smoke. Your silence ran on until hitting a finish line of comfort, where you confirmed his assumption. “…The Curse devil said not long. A month or so.” The ice in your whiskey had melted, decayed, sorta like how your life was dissolving by the day till some unknown fate you had no understanding of. “I see,” Kishibe muttered. He didn’t make eye contact, staring down at his foggy, empty glass that lacked substance. “And your last wish is for me to help this fiend,” he added. He was straight on point to your predicament.

The thought of Beam fluttered your heart, you wondered what he was doing now. Probably sleeping in his room at your apartment. If your bosses knew you left Beam alone in your home you’d surely get in trouble but you trusted Beam, you cared for him. “Beam is all I care for, and my only regret when I die.” Kishibe didn’t not speak, he did not interrupt you. “I want him to experience a wave of life, even without me,” you rambled. Kishibe shrugged. “Don’t go expecting me to die or get fired for a fiend or for you.” Kishibe, at that moment, did not understand your relationship with Beam. He just threw it out the window and placed it as you going officially mad.

However, he accepted your request. He’d at the very least try to help you, but like he said prior, he isn’t going to extremes for ya. At his confirmation, you landed your cheek in the palm of your hand, elbow still on the bar table. The dainted light from above hovered over both your hinged souls that lingered too close. “Sure, bud. Just don’t go telling people this, bastard,” you taunted, dryly. Kishibe didn’t break a sweat, nor show a reaction at the lack of distance between you now or your unwavering gaze on his side-profile. He won’t be swooned by a girl. “I would, if I cared enough to. Your business doesn’t interest me,” he mumbled.

You hadn’t paid attention to what he had said, you only boldly pulled the cigarette hanging from his mouth and took a swing, gaze not moving from his; a string of smoke addictively evading your throat. Kishibe watches unimpressively as you lean back into the rough stools and cover the bar in smoke. “Try not to get addicted,” he joked, eyes boring your appearance. Your eyes bloomed full of a struggling life, it reminds him of an old, calming wave at the beach. There was something he always liked about you, you reminded him of some distant memory he couldn’t restore.

You handed him his cigarette back, not dodging the intense gaze from his slanted eyes, and he proceeded to take a swing of the cigarette also. You watched him sluggishly as he had watched you. “I think I’ll stay for another drink,” you suggest. Kishibe’s dark eyes intensely stayed on yours as he handed you back the cigarette, smoke clouding your face, temporarily blocking your view of the man. His hand faintly touches yours as you take the cigarette from his grasp and repeat the process. “I think I’ll stay for the company,” he said in response. The night was young, and death was forgotten for a moment in time. Tomorrow is when reality will sink in the knives, and the realization that life and death were both equally cruel games will settle itself within.

Thank you for reading.

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I love her so fucking much

Hii can i ask for fem reader x makima where reader dies (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠)

YES. Coming right up!

Death by Heartbreak (Makima X Fem! Reader)

Characters: Makima and Kishibe

Tags: Character Death, Murder, Ambiguous Ending, HEAVY Angst and Debatable OOC Makima.

Warnings: None. SFW.

A/N: This broke me. Let's break together :')

Makima was looking down at the floor when she heard the news. Her yellow eyes were glued onto the dirty concrete, barely registering the now muddy and bloody shoes of Kishibe. She didn’t register the sight of smoke nearly clouding her image or the smell of marijuana invading her nostrils. All she could think about were the words escaping from his mouth, smooth like a bottle of vodka…

“The devil caught her off guard and sliced her down. I tried to get to it, but before I knew it, she was unrecognizable… The higher ups suggested I leave the body at the crime scene, so I did.” The older man blew out a long awaited puff of smoke into the air, watching it descentegrate slowly. “I send my regards to Y/N’s family. That’s it.”

Just like that, Kishibe had left. Just like that, everything had become unbearably silent. The colors of the world had dulled, slowly losing its life around the red haired woman. Just like that, you were here and then you were gone…

It felt like an eternity ago you were just with her. In her arms, warm and breathing. Your heart beating on top of her own and your laugh brightening her day. Your fingertips gracing over one another before interlocking hands so naturally. You were just breathing into her ear. Your skin was just being planted with the sweetest promises in the form of kisses.

So why were you gone? It made no sense to her- Makima always got what she wanted. No one could disobey her or leave her unless she pushed them to abandon her. It was always for the greater good, her needs- Not the other way around…

You… You couldn’t just leave like that. Not during a mission. You were to complete it thoroughly and return back to her with a few scratches she could patch up. You would tell her how your day was and how much you missed her. The two of you were supposed to be walking home together to her dogs, laughing at their affection and daydreaming of what tomorrow would bring…

Instead, she was here. Alone. Cold… The dogs wondered where you were and why when their owner returned home, she couldn’t even look them in their eyes. Makima was gone. This wasn’t her. This was an empty vessel of blood, tissue and bones that moved like a robot.

This vessel fed her dogs, cleaned her private home, watched television, completed paperwork, showered and washed her hands… She washed her hands… And kept. Washing her hands…

That day, you died. She wouldn’t forget that… Because you two shared one heartbeat.

When yours stopped, so did hers…

Reblogs, likes and comments are highly appreciated! I love you all! <3

I can’t believe that this has over 300 likes and reblogs I didn’t expect anything out of this post I guess because the anime wasn’t out when I posted it. Now the anime’s out and more people are reading Chainsaw man. Beams my favorite. Anyways thanks!!

Beam, from chainsaw man, seeing 2 stuffed animal sharks, one black one white: BROTHER!! Y/N MY BABY BROTHER IS TRAPPED IN THE CLEAR BARRIER THING!!! AND BOTH OF THEM!! WE NEED TO SAVE THEM!!

Y/n, giving in to his cuteness: Ok ok!! I’ll buy them for you!!

Beam, about to break the glass to save them: REALLY?!? THANKS!! BROTHERS IM COMING FOR YOUUU.

Y/n, walking though the doors while watching Beam press his face into the glass: Ok I’ll be out in a minute.

-5 minutes later-

Beam, cuddling his two baby brother sharks to his face: It’s ok it’s ok boy brother is here to protect you.

Y/n, now knowing they will be stuck buying every stuffed animal shark they come across: Glad you like them!

Inspiration: I don’t know if they have tumbler but they have a tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRPGCCft/