Hi! So sorry about your request just disappearing, that really sucks ): But from the description you gave, I think I'm the one who requested-
So Yamato ends up gaining a huge crush/falling in love with a very powerful esper, and he's absolutely in love with her (or them, if the fic ends up being gender neutral). And at first, his love interest/reader isn't interested in him at all because they've heard of him and all of the awful things he's done, but as Yamato continues to approach reader and be more genuine and honest with her as time goes on, she eventually returns his feelings and they get together (bonus if reader saves him from a battle and carries him in her arms to safety)🤭
Sorry if this was too long or weird, feel free to change things as you see fit!
I went with a fic/hc mix type of 'writing style', idk lmao I just went with it.
Yeah...it's been a while. Hi.
Apologies school has been overwhelming.
Reader's powers are loosely based off of Kiana from Honkai.
Warnings: mentions of possessive behavior, the end is the beginning of Yamato being a little sh!t lmao, not proofread, probably grammatical errors
Synopsis: As stated in the request
He first saw you when he was at his lowest. Physically that is.
Wandering after you had completed a day-mission, you were tired. Not exhausted, just tired. Which was normal.
You lifted yourself over a particularly large rock that blocked your path and you slid down it with ease.
You had entered the rocky plains.
One of the places that were greatly affected by the miracle. Thing is, this place was never inhabited by a city, village, or town. Before the miracle came the place was already prone to earthquakes and bloodthirsty creatures that didn't have a name along with miramon.
There wasn't a single flower, weed, tree, or anything of the sort. It was just...rock. Everywhere.
So it would be an understatement to say you were expecting you'd be attacked. You didn't even flinch as a hoard of miramon burst through the rubble up ahead and began to speed towards you with a deafening roar.
Your gaze adjusted and you realized that they weren't going towards you, but a figure further ahead.
They were collapsed on the ground, seemingly passed out or asleep.
You concluded that something happened that'd cause them to be knocked out-because even you wouldn't nap in this location.
It's not even comfortable.
You took off in a sprint, leaping over the person's body with one hand raised up, dark purple void circles forming. When your feet hit the ground, you slammed your hand down and spikes were shot at the miramon.
Brushing hair out of your eyes you raised your hand, cubes of red and black forming beside the recovering herd.
Then you snapped your fingers. Instantly the cubes smashed together, the miramon in-between. They twisted around each other while you raised your other hand causing invisible swords to slash the cubes.
Effectively killing the entire herd.
You see, the person you just saved was a certain red-head manipulator...and he was awake the entire time.
He fell head over heals. Metaphorically at least since he was still on the ground fatality injured.
You were powerful. The aura around you was so strong he could almost see it.
But even this aura of power didn't compete with your beauty.
The way you fought was so simple and elegant. The way you turned and crouched beside him, eyes worriedly looking into his own.
The sun was setting behind you, causing a halo to glow around your head.
You were so ethereal -and if this is how he was going to die? Fuck yeah.
You recognized his face, but couldn't recall his name even though you got bad vibes. Nonetheless, when he lost consciousness, you quickly picked him up in your arms (whether easily or with struggle) you brought him to the nearest infirmary in a town a few (okay a lot) miles off from where you were.
The doctors told you that a lethal poison was injected into his body, and that if you hadn't saved him, well, he'd be dead. Like, non-revivable dead.
When he woke up, he asked to see you. Hoping that you weren't just a figment of his imagination due to the poison in his body.
He was ecstatic when he saw you. Just as wonderful as you were when he passed out.
He grinned and introduced himself, holding out a hand to shake.
You cocked an eyebrow at the name, finally realizing who he was but in politeness introduced yourself as well.
You had not heard very much good about him in your life of work. And you weren't even part of an organization! You were, in fact, a wanderer.
So of course you'd be skeptical of Yamato! Not only does he give off a dangerous and mysterious aura, but you've heard of the things he's done.
So when he looks at you and gives you a small smile, you would've never expected for the words to come out would be: "Are you a god(ess)? I'd love to worship you."
Baffled, you tried to hide the fact that you were speechless. So you eyed the doctor in the corner of the room and asked, "Did he hit his head too?"
Even with this odd behavior you endured it and visited him throughout his short recovery period.
Sure he wasn't a good person but that did not mean you didn't care about his well-being.
Something he teased you about profusely.
Even after he was released and you two parted ways, you both still ended up running into each other.
An unlikely friendship formed because even after being still wary of his checkered past (and probably even present) you still found comfort in his company and his flirting that gradually got cheesier and cheesier.
He was so smitten he didn't even feel obsession or anything of the sort. He was just that in love that people would've believed he was someone else entirely.
As time went on he began to love who you were and not just your power or what you looked like.
He realized this as you both were stargazing on a cliff that was covered in beautiful white flowers that seemed to glow in the moonlight.
You were both staring up at the sky, or more like, you were looking up. He was looking at you.
You smiled and pointed out the constellations you knew, and as he listened to the sound of your voice that lured him in like a siren's song it became as clear as a bright blue cloudless sky.
You were stunning. Whether you met the beauty standards or not. Every part of you he loved. Any 'flaws' (acne, scars, etc.) you had he adored.
Your personality he loved even more.
The mistakes you made? What mistakes?
Your laugh, your walk, your comments, your voice, just...everything.
You may not be perfect to someone else, but to him, you were beyond that.
At that moment, he wanted to kiss you. But he didn't. Oh, how he wished he did.
When you found out one day that he defended you when people at his work were talking shit about you for whatever reason-something clicked. He truly did care for you.
And as you gazed into those flirtatious dark eyes, you knew that his love for you was so real and genuine that you started to accept the love for him that had been festering in the pit of your stomach for a while now. That feeling that you were pushing away-was now beginning to fight back.
So you concluded that'd you share your feelings...soon.
However, for him, it was beginning to be a different story.
These feelings of genuine love and affection began to slowly evolve into something more sinister.
Possessiveness, and even yandere like behavior.
You were so powerful. He needs you. He needs your power. He needs your love. He needs you to look at him like he's the only one in the world.
And he will do just that if he needs to. All the while keeping up a facade. Something he's become quite the master at.
Because...it's all worth it if it's all for you.
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