#fire force angst

[itjazzbicch]

Fire Force Masterlist

🥰 - means fluff

😠 - means angst

🍋 - means smut

😥- means sad/emotional

Benimaru

Particular Attention - 🍋

Burns

Forever Crazy -🍋

[mrskurono]

word count: 720 tag(s): fem!Reader, manga spoilers, hurt/comfort, wounds/blood, not a happy ending though, intended small text

“Yuichiro!”

His name ripped through your throat with a hoarse scream. Scrambling to stay on your two feet when you rushed the scene. Pushing Asakusa residents out of the way and tripping over the wreckage left by the seventh captain’s hands and his doppelgänger. 

All the things bombarding you in the moment. They accounted for nothing that you saw. Only his slumped over figure in the distance.

White work shirt stained with red. Dripping down the corner of his mouth. He remind unresponsive even as you cam crashing down to the ground in front of him.

“Yuichiro! Yuichiro look at me-” Hands trembling, bile crawling at the depths of your throat, everything in you wanted to touch him but it was like something stopped you right before you could feel the cotton under your fingertips, “Please- Please don’t let it end like this- Yuichiro-”

Then, a cough.

Raspy and juicier than one should be. Kurono’s ever fear inducing eyes opened. Just a little. To look up at you above him.

With tears streaming down your face. And globs of snot to boot. He could grimace but just the thought of moving too much hurt. Still enough though he took in a breath and tipped his head back so at least you two could see the other’s face.

“That...was above my pay grade,” Kurono groaned.

Blinking away the glassiness clouding your vision. It was no use for the tears just wouldn’t stop coming. Dribbling like a river down your face as the biggest smile turned up on your face, “...idiot...I’ll kill Oguru for that.”

Throwing your arms around his neck. You didn’t think twice until he gasped that he was in fact hurt. Making your tear yourself away from the tight hug and settle for your arms resting on either side of his neck while your hands cupped his pale face.

“Not even fair in the slightest,” Kurono looked down at his blood stained work suit, “Pretty sure that monster broke a few ribs. I expect compensation for that.”

Running your thumbs over his cheeks. Wiping away the dried blood that since stopped drooling from the corners of his mouth. You still felt like your entire body was trembling as the adrenaline wouldn’t leave. Hands shaking you pressed your palms flush to his face and felt your bottom lip quiver, “You deserve at least a two week vacation after that.”

Crossing his lips. In the fainted up turn of his lips. Kurono felt rotten but you some how drew the simplest smile out of him. His normally destruction craving eyes softened as he didn’t try to hide the little up turn to his mouth. 

You let out one distressing laugh that was choked with a sob. Before smashing your lips onto his. 

Metallic tanged with the salt of your tears and the sliminess of your running nose. Two lips hadn’t meant more to each other than yours now. Kissing him with all your might as fingers curled into the black hair at his nape. And Kurono gave his last bit to find his hands linking behind your back. Once more his eyes shutting but this time out of relief. 

Trembles calming down. Your lips slowly felt the introduction of his exhale tickle to the top of your lip. Until you both pulled away enough to see eye to eye once more.

Tears at least gone from your vision. You could clearly see him before you now. In all his perfect crazy glory. But along with Kurono. You could see vividly the spread of the opening eye above the world. Engulfing and swallowing all.

“Yuichiro I-”

“I love you.” Kurono had beaten you to it. 

Torn from the death sprouting up from the swallowing hell of adolla. Even ignorant to the blacken flames seeping from the ground around both your bodies. Cascading over everything and taking the world into darken despair that seemed unreturnable. 

You saw none of that. But the pair of yellow eyes in front of you. Nothing but the craziest thing you ever saw.

“...I love you too.”

Eyes still open when you leaned into him. Kissing the mad man with his eyes wide open. The two of you sharing nothing short of bliss as adolla swallowed the earth. 

Leaving nothing but a shimmering despaired filled sun.

[honeypirate]

Hey Honey, can I request an angst imagine or headcanons of Viktor and his girlfriend going through a rough patch in their relationship? I love him but that nerd has had it way too good for too long and I want him (and myself) to cry.

Oh god okay haha I did my best with a little imagine I hope you like it! I’m still building my angst writing abilities. I also hope you don’t mind how I took it I just went with the flow.

Viktor x reader angst!

It was good while it lasted. It really was. You had the best moments with Viktor for almost the entire first year.

But now… now you finally understood what people meant by the honeymoon phase because yours was over and you didn’t know if you could recover from it.

Viktor has been spending more time at his lab, choosing to work instead of spending time with you. You’d do something nice to have him brush it under the rug “can you come back in like an hour? I’m almost done Babe” he didn’t even look at you once when you visited him, eyes glued to the computer screen or papers in front of him.

You understand work. You get he’s a workaholic but sometimes you want to be chosen first. At least once a day you want to feel wanted by him but for the last couple months he’s been treating you like a workplace friend, kissing your cheek at night and not even your lips anymore, telling you how he just needs to sleep and then he’d be gone in the morning when you woke.

No matter what you say to him though he will claim to try and be better to make you feel loved but he hasn't been any different. You didn’t even know if he was listening to you when you’d come to him with your feelings anymore.

At what point do you just decide to give up? When was it appropriate to quit fighting alone and to start fighting for yourself? Your own happiness?

The last straw was when he blew off your anniversary , choosing instead to go out with Joker and fight something or other, you weren’t paying attention after he said he was leaving. The last parts of your heart were shattering on the floor. Your choice was made for you and as you packed your bag you felt lighter than you have all month.

When he got home that night he was greeted by a cold dinner, his favorite you had learned to make just for him, and a letter.

Viktor. I’m sorry I’m saying this in a letter you truly deserve more but I just couldn’t think of a way where you’d actually listen to me.

It’s our anniversary today. One year with you was almost the best year of my life.

I understand your job, your love of the truth and finding justice, I will always admire your drive and passion.

I just hoped you’d always have that passion for me. I guess I was wrong. It’s time for me to choose me, Viktor.

I hope the meal isn’t too cold by the time you get back.

Goodbye.

Viktor fell to his knees, eyes wide and tears slowly falling down his cheeks, unable to shake the feeling that he just lost the best damn thing that had ever happened to him.

Viktor finally realized what a selfish bastard he had turned into, finally heard everything you said from the arguments in the last few months, but he was just a little too late.