Warnings: none? Crying, being called a cry baby. Sensitive female reader
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-you were sensitive, always have been, but you never thought you were a cry baby. It wasn’t until you got together with your boyfriend that you realized just how soft you truly are
-“aww, what’s the matter pretty girl?” Your partner coo’s towards you when he walks into your shared room. Seeing your blood shot eyes, mascara smeared under your lashes, and streaks of the black ink stained against your soft skin
-“such a little cry baby, hm?” despite your lover’s teasing, he hates seeing you upset, let alone to the point that tears were shed. He’d kill anybody who upsets you, especially if they called you a cry baby. Only he’s allowed to do that.
-all you manage to mutter out is a faint ‘m sorry”, using your sleeve to wipe away the evidence of your feelings.
-“tsk, none of that baby” his words are soft, devoid of his usual taunting nature. He climbs into bed, wrapping his arms around you, pulling your small frame against his chest.
-you always felt safe around your boyfriend, allowing yourself to be completely vulnerable with him. Which, of course, causes you to let out a soft sob and a few more tears, forming a small wet spot against his shirt.
-you relax further into his chest, feeling a large hand move up and down over your back, something he took to the first time you cried in front of him. Something he does to keep you grounded. Focused. Calm.
-“come on, talk to me mama. Let me know what upset my baby.” His voice is gentle, his tone full of patience as he waits for you to catch your breath.
-he’ll never admit it, especially to you, but he loves this. Loves being able to be the one to make you feel better, allowing his own vulnerability to show, which goes against his tough nature. It only fuels his need to protect you
-he loves nothing more than having a cry baby as a girlfriend.
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SATORU, Suguru, SUKUNA, TOJI, Choso, Renji, KENPACHI, Kakuzu, Hidan, OBITO, Zetsu, Kisame, pain, orochimaru, + whoever else you see fit ^.^
Summary: You were just being a regular sister of a Zen'i temple, cleaning the floor, when someone enters the marble hall and makes a mess. To avoid more mess on the floor, you have a short conversation with him.
W/c: 1.2k-esque
Warnings: couples swears, Hidan calls reader a bitch at one point but you handle that shit, lotsa death talk and blood talk - reader hardcore accepts shit tout suite
A/n: heyyyyy... heyyy... [explanation for my absence] + idk what this is i was biten by an inspo bug - lmk if it sucks
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He had a crazed look in his eye from the moment he entered your temple.
The traveler looked wildly out of place, but your temple's matron would happily accept anybody into the marble halls that you were scrubbing when he arrived. By grace of your assigned chore, you alone got to witness his entrance and receiving.
It was wonderful that your sisters weren't present, because your matron got no more than five words out before the traveler sliced her neck.
Your matron's blood was so viscous that it seeped down her cotton robes and touched the ground before her body fell.
Crimson kissed the marble that you had just cleaned.
"Sorry about the mess," the man said directly to you.
When you looked at him, his smile screamed insincerity, but the miraculous black-and-white design that adorned his face begged you to scream.
You didn't.
You just kept breathing, thanking Fortuna for each breath which your matron was refused.
"Did you get your tongue cut out?" The man inquired, looking annoyed. "Is that why they have you scrubbing floors?"
"My tongue's perfectly fine," you said on an exhale. You focused on his eyes - his pretty, brown eyes - and steeled yourself enough to say, "I'm just completing my daily chore, sir."
Something made him stall for a second, before he chuckled, "Jashin will reward me for getting rid of you ignorant pacifists."
You perked up a bit.
"You're a Jashinist?" You inquired aloud. He gave you a plain look, to which you proposed, "I'll make a deal with you."
"I don't make deals with the people I kill, bitch," he spat.
You scoffed, "Fine, then fucking kill me, but don't call me a bitch when I've done nothing to warrant it."
Closing your eyes, you awaited his blade, thankful that you got the warning your matron was refused. You began to pray internally, glorifying Fortuna a final time before you were judged by her, and kept praying, and kept praying, and kept praying.
And you kept praying for so long that you opened your eyes, wondering what he was playing at.
"What's your deal?" He asked from across the hall, no closer than he was before, and sounding almost regretful.
But, you shook your head and said, "It doesn't matter. Kill me, please."
"Do you ladies get off on dying without resistance?" He asked, a hint of humour in his voice.
"Ladies," you snickered, closing your eyes and shaking your head again. "That's much nicer than ignorant pacifists."
"You're all both," he attested petulantly. "And I hate both."
"Then kill me."
In an instant, a cold hand was squeezing your arm, hard enough to bruise for days. It wasn't enough to kill you, but it dragged you to your feet.
You peeked your eyes open, then had to readjust your head to look up at him, standing so close. He smelled so much like the forest and so little like blood, you wondered if your matron was his first kill of the day.
"It's almost night," you murmured.
"And?" He prompted you, lip curled.
"How many people have you killed for Jashin today?" You asked, making the traveler's eyebrow quirk instantly.
He shook his head, trying to manufacture some credibility with a falsely cocky smirk. He announced, "I've killed more people than you have fingers, today alone, but that is none of your business."
"You don't travel with any sect, do you?" You asked, brushing past the lie.
"What the fuck is- who are you?" He asked, incredulous.
You smiled, "I'm a member of the Zen'i. We follow Fortuna, and believe in her principles of karma, knowledge, and nature."
"Ah, the three K's," he hummed with a nod.
That got a stupid chuckle out of you, which had a strange effect on the stranger.
He smiled, then fought it immediately, but seemed to be losing the battle. The black and white decoration began to fade slowly as his eyes traced over your face.
"What's your deal?" He asked again, lowly this time.
"I just wanted to ask you about Jashinism, before you cut me up," you replied sheepishly, looking down. "But, uh, that would probably... take too long."
"No, no, I have time," he told you, pulling you down the hall to where you hadn't yet cleaned. "Let's sit, talk... I'll answer all your questions."
With a timid nod, you accepted the situation and nudged him toward a prayer room. It was vacant, but your sisters would certainly hear every word of your conversation with the echo in the room.
Both of you settled into the bench at the very back of the room, with the traveler facing you and you facing the altar.
"So, ask away," he said, motioning for you to speak.
Your first question was his name; though he laughed at your request, he eventually gave it to you.
Hidan.
"How old are you?" You asked next.
"A lot older than you, pretty lady," he responded with a residual smirk and softened eye.
You shook your head and huffed, "That's not an answer."
"I don't remember, okay?" Hidan chuckled. "It's been a while since my age has been important. Ask me about Jashin."
So you did.
You asked about His doctrine; His virtues, if they were even called that within Jashinism. You asked about figures and figureheads; necessary sacraments and testaments. You instigated a heated debate over the credibility of prophets, which ended in a discussion of the Zen'i religion.
Hidan clung to your every word, getting physically closer and closer to you as you both spoke. His thigh was pressed against yours by the end, with his arm slung across the back of the bench, curling around you.
"So, you just exist?"
"With fortune," you told him. "We believe in aiding Fortuna's will, not imposing our own."
"Sounds helpless," he said.
"Sounds more peaceful than what you've got going on," you countered.
Hidan smiled at that, nodding softly.
After a silent moment, you asked him, "Are you going to kill me now?"
"No," he replied quickly.
"My sisters?" You asked.
"No," he answered, albeit a bit less thrilled. "I've got to go, I've spent too much time here."
It had come to be very late in the night.
You nodded slowly, "Okay. Let me walk you out."
He agreed, and you both stood. Without a rush, you both left the prayer room, and walked down the hall.
Your matron's body was gone, her blood with her. Not even a mark remained to remind you of the life lost, none but the mark in your mind.
"I'm sorry," Hidan said suddenly, as you stared at the marble.
You shook your head and looked at him. "It was for Jashin."
"For Jashin," he agreed, though more hollowly than you reckoned he had ever before. "Well, goodbye."
"Thank you for speaking with me and sparing me," you bid him. "Safe travels, Hidan."
"I'll visit you," he said, inching toward the entrance.
"Don't feel obligated," you smiled.
Once he reached the top step to your temple, he waved and you waved back.
Then, Hidan left, without a mark to remember him by - none but the mark in your mind.
Okay I’m going anon because this is gonna be KINKY
Um anyway haha I’m talking hair pulling
I’m talking like uh biting
umm umm 😇 oh yeah like um
idk fucking…um maybe can you do A fucking trans ftm reader or some shit idfk if it’s just male that’s cool too i don’t know
like i don’t know sex that’s what usually happens ⁉️
i don’t know I’m so tired right now 😭 this is turning out not that kinky OH SHIT WAIT choking yeah that too but it needs to be HIM anyway yeah 😎 yeah anyway thanks im so tired so im not editing fucking *shit* but yeah hope this is readable anyway thanks bye im gonna go take a nap 😍
oh yeah but then it’s like he calls you a Bitch etc because it’s da- Hidan like ⁉️ anyway but we know he loves us 😌 stupid man couldn’t last a day without us with his horny ahh 😝😚✌️ okay bye for real why is this so long help im sorry they say im chatty but wow but yeah now bye 🥲💀
OMFG this was so funny I can't
Hidan x ftm male reader
This guy
Stuff: swearing, degradation, BDSM?, kinky shit, choking, biting, possessive Hidan, hair pulling, dom Hidan, subby reader, top Hidan, bottom reader, smashing, rough sex, hints of fluff
Word Count: 1,036
Notes: by far the most entertaining request I've gotten. And sorry if this isn't quite right, I'm cis so I don't know a whole lot. happy pride
Hidan had been gone for an awful long time on Akatsuki duty, a whole 3 months to be exact, far too long from his home, and more importantly far too long from his adorable little boyfriend. Though he's been gone even longer, this trip felt particularly difficult because he missed your final bottom surgery, and he secretly felt terrible.
Right when he walks into the house, he sees you and his gruff demeanor quickly brightens up, but just as quickly drops since he has to keep up a certain image and fawning over his boyfriend didn't particularly fit that.
The moment you see him your face beams, so you run and jump into his arms, which thankfully he's quick enough to catch you.
"I've missed you so much honey." You stated with a massive smile on your face. Hidan does his cool guy thing and simply gives you a slight smirk.
"God, you're acting so clingy, so fucking annoying." He said coldly. "How'd the surgery go?" He asked, clearly his compassion for you getting the better of him.
"Pretty well, it felt weird at first, guess you're lucky you didn't have to be there for the worst parts." You answered, still brightly smiling at him.
He looked down at you with an apologetic look for a moment, "Sorry I wasn't, I'll try better to stay with you." He said, his cool guy persona practically destroyed at this point, but you had to open your fucking mouth.
"Aw, you care about meeee." You cheekily exclaimed, causing his light smirk to darken into a glare.
"I care about you fucking ass, speaking of which..." He replied before tightly gripping your ass.
You yelp gayly at his tight grip before your bright smirk returns to your face, though in your eyes now there's a burning hint of lust. "Fuck yeah!" You cheered brightly before Hidan pulled your hair, pulling your head to the side and exposing your neck, which he dived into the crook of your neck, attaching his canines to the spot.
He starts aggressively nipping at your neck, you would call them love bites but with the way he does it, they're hate bites, but you still continue to moan lightly. He continues this assault on your neck before going to sucking.
He sucks at a certain part of your neck, leaving a dark purple mark in his wake, causing your moans to get even louder. He multiplies into several deep purple marks until your neck is a mess of purple and red marks scattered throughout.
Hidan continues his sucking even through carrying you to your guys' shared bed, only stopping after finally laying you down. He then crashes his lips into yours, creating a kiss made of only teeth and tongue.
His kiss is powerful as his tongue completely dominates your own, causing you to moan deeply into the kiss. He then tries out your brand of penis, cupping the clothed member in his hand, causing your sounds to become even more frequent in the passionate kiss.
He takes your pants off and starts jerking you off, pumping his hand along your now hard cock.
"How is it? Now I have a new way to make you act like a fucking slut." He stated, both tightening and quickening his grip on your cock, causing you to moan at an ear shattering noise as you burst into his hand.
He licks up the cum on his hand, licking up as much as he can before stripping the rest of your clothes off you, and then soon after his own.
Hidan then flips you over so that you're on all fours and winds his hand up, causing it to quickly come crashing down on your ass in a powerful spank. You shriek in a mix of pain and pleasure, loving that you have your boyfriend back and he hasn't changed at all.
He roughly pulls your hair back to gently kiss you on the cheek, the duality of men. "I missed you." He said lightly. What a kind and uncharacteristic thing to say, he fixes this by plunging his cock into your already lubricated hole.
You already prepared before he came home. Hidan is a lot of things and one of them is consistent. He doesn't give your preparation a single thought as he thrusts his hips roughly into you, pounding the shape of his cock back into you.
"Sorry bitch, I just figured that you've probably gotten too tight, I had to re-loosen you up." He said, and loosen you up he does.
He thrusts his cock wildly and almost painfully into you, causing your moans to only crescendo and fill the room, along with the sound of skin quickly slapping into each other.
He wraps his hand back around your hard member, only quickening, because of course he still can, his pace into you. Hidan matches the pace of his hips with that of his hand, making you putty into his hands, literally, since he causes you to once again burst in his hand.
He quickened his pace as he reached his upcoming orgasm, filling your insides with his warm seed. He slows down his hips, gently rubbing your sides that have been bruised by the same hands, but he is far from done.
He goes right back to fucking you, his big cock rearranging your insides. His hands pull you hair back so painfully that tears develop in your eyes, a mix of the pain and amazing pleasure you were feeling, evident from how you have your now third orgasm of the night, eliciting the loudest moan yet, which is saying a lot.
He quickly flips you over and traps you into a deep and powerful kiss, one that is strangely warm and loving from him, before he once again cums in your abused hole.
He keeps his cock in your ass, still very far from being done, but he wants to stay like this with you for a few moments, holding you tight in his arms as he rests his head on your chest.
He gently traces the scars there, happy to have this moment with you. "Hope you're ready for round 3 bitch."
Promt 33 with Hidan? Not nsfw, I don't mind if it's ooc
Notes: I think I really enjoy writing for this man lol. Thanks for the ask, good reading!
Warnings: Alcohol, drunkenness, mentions of sex and bad language. (SFW).
Drabbles Game:
"... it's 3:00 in the fucking morning"- Hidan
Almost at the same moment that the door opened with a loud thud that, you swore, made the walls shake, you sat up on the bed in a defensive position.
You were sleeping peacefully until that drunk bastard invaded your room.
Hidan had just returned from a party and, as usual, had drunk as much alcohol as he could. However, one information you didn't know was that the reason he exaggerated - more than usual - this time, was because of you. He tried to forget the frustrating fact that can't tell he liked you for fear of how it might turn against him if you kicked him for not feeling the same way. But see so many couples in that damn bar just brought your beautiful face and smile back to his mind. And that was why he kicked the door to your room as hard as he could. He wouldn't hesitate anymore.
He is a servant of Jashin, nothing else can hit him, so fuck it- that's what he thought when decided to do this.
-Heeey, Y/n! Wake up! I want to tell you something and you will listen!- his speech was limp, but determined.
You turned, less alertly, to the man when you recognized him, which made sleep and tiredness overwhelm your body again. It was still night, you knew this because of the window right next to him through which the moonlight entered the room. What the hell was so important for him to wake you up in the middle of the night?
-I'm tired of this shit so I'll talk, and I don't give a fuck if you feel the same or not! But I like you! Like, I really like.. I'd sleep with you, damn it! I think you're so fucking badass besides very hot, so.. that's it! Now you know…
Hidan already has a... rude language, and whenever he's drunk or nervous it only gets worse. And in this case he felt both. After his speech, the man seemed a bit out of breath, recovering amidst a few gasps of air. Now he was standing in your room, at the foot of bed, waiting for any response from you, because even if said he didn't care, he needed to know if you felt the same way.
Then, with heavy eyelids, you looked at the clock beside you. Its glowing numbers in the dark read 3:00AM, which made your tiredness give way to your irritation.
-Hidan… it's 3:00 in the fucking morning- your relaxed and heavy body wouldn't let you express all your frustration.
-I know, but fuck it!- No, he didn't know until then.
You brought your hand to your forehead as if you had a bad headache. How would you get out of this situation? Your head wasn't working right to have this conversation right now, in the middle of the night. It was then that an idea popped into your mind like a small spark.
-You said you'd like to "sleep" with me, didn't you? Then come here.
Hidan hesitated for a moment, analyzing you.
-… Serious?
-Yes, come soon.
He approached, already with a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. You smiled back at him, raising your hands to touch him. Hidan bent down before you, ready to kiss your lips as he ran his hand through your hair. You pulled him by the neck into an embrace, bringing him closer, and then dropped him onto the bed beside you before your lips met.
-Okay, now sleep- you ordered.
-...That's not quite what I was talking about… but it will do.
He found himself satisfied because the combination of tiredness and drinking were making his body increasingly soft. The idea of sleeping in your arms didn't sound bad at all. Besides, Hidan wouldn't start this if you didn't want to.
My head has been in some places lately, so I decided to revisit the nightmare scenario with our favorite sadist this time. Despite the warnings, I assure you that there is in fact fluff in here under all the mess. Your regularly scheduled smutty programming will return in Part 9.
Part 1 - Bonus Scene - Part 2 - Special Episode: Red - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Special Episode: Nightmares - Part 6 - Part 7 - Special Episode: Sick Day - Part 8 - Special Episode: Nightmares Pt. 2
Hidan x Reader
Warnings: nightmares, choking, masochism as a coping mechanism, descriptions of medical trauma, alcohol, innuendo
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With a dramatic sigh and loud crack of his neck, Hidan stretched lazily as he made his way down the deserted halls of the Akatsuki's shared base. It was late, well into the witching hours of the night when he and Kakuzu finally returned from their latest bounty hunt – or blood bath, depending on whose account of events you took – and Hidan was still prickling with the itchy static of chaos and bloodlust that came with sacrificing an entire village to his God in the name of finding the one head Kakuzu sought for his payday. He'd have to pray for forgiveness for Kakuzu's blasphemy as always, but that was a matter for another time. Right now, he needed to blow off some steam from his post-mission frenzy, and he knew just who could help him with that.
You.
His magnificent little masochist who reveled in agony as much as he did was just a few more doors down the long, winding hall, along with the release he knew he'd soon get to enjoy if he riled you up just right. A smile curled upon the corner of his lip as he hummed in delight at the thought of bruising and marking your flesh while you moaned and cackled with brazen taunts just to goad him into giving you more punishment. The mental image alone stoked a raging fire of need in his chest and left his pants uncomfortably tight.
You were so fucking perfect.
As he approached your door, the sound of a headboard striking the wall caught his attention and narrowed his eyes into a vicious, magenta glare, quickly sullying his saucy mood.
Who the hell is in there with her?
A cold, vengeful coil began twisting in his gut. It certainly wasn't Kakuzu – the old grouch had gone to count his cash. Snarling under his breath, Hidan snatched the knob and shouldered the door open with far more force than necessary, causing the hinges to groan from the stress. Just as he burst in, your lamp exploded into splinters of broken glass when you unceremoniously booted it off of your nightstand into the wall.
Blinking in confusion, Hidan's brain had a minor malfunction, as there was only one mess of limbs in the bed, and they all belonged to you. Tangled up in a sheet, you were sprawled across your mattress in the most awkward fashion imaginable, legs cocked at an odd angle with one arm coiled around your head and the other lost somewhere in the heap of fabric. Beads of cold sweat prickled across your scrunched face and exposed neck, leaving a soaked patch on the front of your shirt. You muttered and contorted your face as though you were in pain as your fitful legs kicked and twitched, mimicking the ruckus Hidan heard from just beyond your door when your knee connected loudly with the headboard.
What the fuck?
He had never known you to be a punchy sleeper, as you always passed out and slept like the dead between him and Kakuzu after one of your delightful group activities. While he knew you ended up in Kakuzu's bed once after a bad night of sorts, he hadn't expected your solitary sleep to look quite so chaotic.
You snarled again, kneeing your headboard hard enough to leave a dent, abruptly bringing Hidan's attention back to the situation at hand. Not wanting to be subjected to another rant from his partner about the cost of replacing damaged furniture, he decided to intervene before you did something stupid like putting your fist through the wall. Face contorted in with what resembled concern, Hidan approached the side of the bed your head was closest to, grabbing your shoulder and giving you a firm shake in an effort to rouse you.
"Hey, crazypants–"
Your entire body lurched, and you sucked in a startled gasp the instant his fingertips grazed your shoulder. Being trapped between your twisting layers of reality clouded your judgement as your eyes snapped open and your head filled with the scent of blood and death that still clung to his cloak. Your heart crawled into your mouth and limbs flew into defensive action before you even heard him speak. Shouting garbled nonsense with a mouth so dry your tongue could have cracked, you threw a knee at the shadow's face and clumsily reached for the first shiny thing your foggy eyes landed on – his pike.
"The fuck are you – hey!" Hidan dodged your knee and snatched your wrist, wrenching the weapon from your grip as you drawled incoherently and chucked it across the room before the grappling match for control of your flailing limbs ended in you both tumbling over the edge of the bed. You hit the ground with a resounding thud, thrashing under him as though you didn't know who he was.
It was like wrestling with a goddamn eel. Having little regard for your personal safety in this half-conscious state, you twisted out of the submission hold that might have subdued a saner version of yourself as Hidan tried and failed at reasoning with you. He might as well have been speaking another language. Pained gasps of slurred nonsense flew from your lips as you kicked and struggled in a manic fit to get away from him. A rough hand closed around your throat, pinning your head to the ground when you tried to bite and twist away. A weight crushed your chest cemented your back to the earth.
"Wake up–"
That thundering order struck your tetering consciousness with startling force. There were no more rasps of frantic gasping because you could no longer inhale to breathe or exhale to scream. The pressure clamped around your face shot your eyes wide open with panic as you clawed at the hands holding your breath hostage.
"We're gonna play that little game again since you've lost your fuckin' mind," the strained voice above rumbled, no longer using the kid gloves to keep you still and pinning you in place with bone-crushing force. "You know the rules, cupcake. I'm going to count to five. Submit, and I'll let you take a breath. Struggle, and you're gonna pass out. One…"
Tears pricked in the corners of your eyes as they darted through the darkness, searching for some kind of anchor to reality. You clawed at the obstruction, gripping and scratching hands that you should have known.
"Two..."
The pressure tightened in response, all but crushing your skull into the ground as you tried to bite your way to freedom. For a brief moment, you believed you were going to die here.
"Three…"
Burning lungs quaked your chest in heaving spasms, strung out on an overdose of oxygen and fighting the return to baseline. Your feet scrambled against the flooring in weakening blows as static crackled through your head. In your desperation, you found the eyes in the dark – bright magenta beacons hung in the dark murk of your bedroom like guiding stars. A glimmer of recognition tugged you toward sanity.
"Four…"
Hidan stared down at you, face contorted with that unfamiliar expression of worry as he counted down his threat to deny you the breath you so desperately needed until the fight slowly melted from your limbs when you lost the power needed to struggle.
"Five."
Bleary eyes made a frightened plea to the twin gods in the sky as your heart pounded wildly in your ears. You were finally gifted with a precious drink of air, though it was taken away again for another cycle of counting until the fear left your gaze and you dropped your arms to your sides in total submission.
"Up here. Look at me." Hidan tapped your cheek with an open hand, loosely holding your head still by the other at your throat as he tried to get you to focus. Panicked pulsing surged under his fingertips as you swallowed the cotton desert in your mouth, nervously flexing your jaw. A familiar face blurred over fading specters of monsters masquerading as medical professionals that haunted your dreams. A calloused thumb brushed over your tingling cheek as the phantom ache in your gut throbbed under the weight perched on your chest. "That's it. Good girl," he hummed in the gentler tone usually reserved for your post-orgasm out of body experiences when you finally looked like you knew who he was.
"Hidan?" You rasped in confusion, still trying to meter the shaky breaths that rattled your clammy body.
"You wanna tell me what the fuck that was?" He barked after you seemed to have come to your senses.
Grumbling with frustration and fatigue, you swallowed the tightness in your throat, closing your eyes for a long breath before opening them again and croaking a dry response. "A nightmare." You didn't have it in you to evade the line of questioning you knew would follow and hoped a short, direct answer would placate him.
"A nightmare," Hidan echoed flatly.
The painful twist in your stomach contorted your face into an ugly grimace as you tried to keep your teeth from chattering as you spoke. "Get off me – you're heavy and I need a new shirt."
Snorting with a puff of perverse laughter that that was all you were going to say to him, Hidan trailed the hand around your throat across your sweat-soaked shirt, pausing to press his palm over your heart as it continued to pound urgently through your ribs despite the cranky poker face you were trying to maintain. The grounding warmth of his hand cut through the sickening cold that left the little hairs on your arms standing on end as you laid beneath him on the chilled floor. "Look at you, shaking like a leaf – trying to act like you aren't scared out of your fucking mind right now," he murmured wolfishly, digging his fingers into your skin through the damp fabric.
He was right, and you hated him for it. Groaning quietly and unconsciously turning your face into the hand still holding your head, your eyes fluttered shut as the pressure on your chest forced a shaky exhale from your lungs. It should have annoyed you that this was as comforting as it was. The pain of his nails in your skin and pressure from his weight became the center of your existence for a few deep breaths until you remembered that you were drenched in sweat and wanted to drown yourself in a bathtub full of whiskey to quiet the noise in your head. "You're gonna sit on me all night if I don't talk about it, aren't you."
Hidan smirked wickedly. "Yep."
"Fine," you winced through the deep gnashing that pulsed through your gut again. "Clothes, whiskey, talking. In that order."
Your pained expressions didn't go unnoticed, though Hidan initially thought it was just from the way he was sitting on you. When he finally let you up, you sucked in another sharp, quiet breath as you righted yourself and stumbled toward your dresser in the dark, praying to any god that would listen that he couldn't see the face you were making as the quiet ache in your stomach roared into a searing throb. Luckily for you, the gods were merciful, and Hidan skulked off after a declaration that he would be back with what you hoped would be a full bottle of liquor.
Cursing through your teeth, you peeled off your sweat-logged pajamas as a cold shudder raced up your spine. The frigid sweat was miserable. Your entire body vibrated from the adrenaline loitering in your veins. It carried with it the chaos that raged in your head and refused to leave your past where it belonged. The intrusive thoughts just wouldn't stop yammering for your attention as you stood there, trying to remember what you were even doing, clutching a squeaky handle and staring blankly into the abyss while your breathing started getting away from you. Snarling in frustration, you swore loudly and punched the wall instead, leaving behind an impressive dent that shot a distracting wave of pain up your arm. The impact bloodied your knuckles enough to keep you from noticing the fact that Hidan was already back and standing in your doorway, tossing his cloak over a nearby chair.
"And I thought I was the one with a temper," he smirked, eyeing you hungrily as you stood there half-naked, having forgotten about being mid-change when you had an unexpected argument with the wall.
You didn't grace him with an answer and just growled quietly as you turned back to your dresser to dig out dry clothes.
A rough palm snaking up your torso and the raging heat of Hidan's body pressed against your back nearly startled you out of your skin after he silently approached you from behind. He pinned you to his chest again by the throat, tangling you up in a cage of arms with an amused hum at your jumpiness as he deposited the bottle of whiskey he retrieved on top of your dresser. "Forget the shirt."
"I'm cold."
"Nah," he mused cruelly, watching goosebumps rise in waves across your exposed skin. "You aren't shaking because you're cold."
The lump in your throat swelled and sucked the moisture straight out of your mouth as his breath fanned your temple. "What part of 'clothes, whiskey, talking' was hard to understand?" You finally choked out, unconsciously sinking back into Hidan's consuming heat while your heart tried to escape through your mouth.
"You took off your clothes. I brought you whiskey. Now, we're talking," he grinned wickedly. "Did I miss something?"
You snorted in response, elbowing him hard in the ribs. "Dick." It was almost funny.
Hidan cackled triumphantly, releasing you from his grip to snatch the bottle of whiskey before making himself at home in your bed, sitting languidly against your battered headboard. "We could always put some more dents in this thing if you don't wanna talk," he smiled crookedly with mischief brewing in his tone and a devious glint in his eye.
"It's truly a wonder that Kakuzu hasn't locked your disembodied head in a trunk yet," you snarked, keeping your back turned to hide the pained face you were making as you wrestled yourself into clean pajamas.
Hidan barked a short laugh, twisting the cap off of the bottle he knew you very much wanted. "Now, now. Be nice, princess, or I'm not sharing."
You huffed derisively as you made your way over to where he was sprawled over your bed like he owned the place, folding your arms over your chest. "You know I will chew your hand off and make you eat your own fist if you try that shit."
"You're cute when you think you're intimidating," Hidan hummed condescendingly as he roughly snatched your wrist and yanked you down into the spot between his legs. After taking a swig himself, he plopped the bottle down in front of you and settled an arm around your waist. "Talk."
"You already know–"
"Just fuckin' talk."
Sighing shakily, you leaned back against his chest and took an impressively long swallow of the biting swill, wedging your arm under his to dig your knuckles into the phantom ache that returned with your hellish dream. All you wanted to do was pretend that everything was fine and try to drink yourself stupid, but neither Hidan nor your annoyingly alcohol-tolerant blood would abide that. Your head fell back against the shoulder behind you as you exhaled quietly and stared at the ceiling, trying to collect your thoughts. "It was the same fucking nightmare that landed me in Kakuzu's bed," you finally admitted after a long silence, taking another drink from the open container. "It's always the same one."
"That what happened to your last lamp?" Hidan teased with a smirk, trailing a hand over your leg before digging his fingers into your inner thigh with bruising force.
Groaning contently and chewing your lip, you breathed a quiet yeah and let your eyes flutter shut.
"I know you were a lab rat, but I want the details now, princess," Hidan murmured against your temple as his other hand climbed your chest toward your throat, curiosity getting the better of him as the change in the pattern of your breathing fanned the glowing embers of his sadistic side.
"I was on that fucking table," you mumbled, losing yourself for a moment in the distracting ache brought on by the bruise blooming under the iron grip of the hand on your thigh.
"You're going to have to keep talking if you want me to keep hurting you," Hidan coaxed darkly, rubbing the fresh bruise he made through your pajamas.
You took another long swig before setting the bottle on your nightstand and settling into the intoxicating sensation that now consumed most of your awareness as Hidan left dark, aching marks along the insides of your legs as he dug fingers into your flesh. "That first time – when those researchers found out that one of the neat little tricks of my blood is that I can't really be anesthetized," you growled, clenching your eyes for a moment before sinking into the grounding bliss brought on by that painful throb. "I tried to warn them – beg them, but no one was interested in listening to the experiment. It took four people to pin me to the table to sedate me."
"That why you freaked out when I woke you up?"
"Yeah," you grimaced, digging your knuckles into your stomach as you paused to wash the thick saliva pooling under your tongue down with another long gulp of whiskey. "It's really… vivid. The smells. The sounds, sensations – all that. Seeing my own viscera on a regular basis kinda made me lose my shit," you shuddered involuntarily.
"Yeah?"
"You wanna hear about when I cracked?" You erupted with a broken, demented giggle at the memory churning in your head when he hummed in confirmation. "It was a long time coming – I heal fast, but not as fast as you do. I had to keep infusing chakra to keep up with all of the damage from their tests. I was exhausted. Couldn't think about anything else anymore. The agony was overwhelming. Every nerve in my body was on fire. Then, some crazy corner of my brain decided that pain wasn't actually pain while I was open on a table like a fucking frog and could see my lungs and liver in the reflection of the lamps overhead. I nearly choked on the gag when I started cackling like a fucking lunatic. They couldn't shut me up."
"You mean you weren't always a little psycho?" Hidan teased with a crooked smirk.
"I mean, I always had a few screws loose. This just rattled them free." Choking out a laugh, you tried to focus on the next bruise Hidan was gifting you to settle back down, closing your eyes as you leaned into him. "I warned you from the start that I'm a terror to sleep with. This is why."
"You sleep fine when you're with us, though," he mused, roughing up the mark under his hand.
"It's not like this happens every night," you scoffed at the implication, shifting uncomfortably against your fist.
Gazing down over your shoulder, Hidan finally saw what you were doing and pried your hand away from your stomach despite your growling protests. "Still feel it?"
"The phantom pain – yeah. It's deep," you grunted, face contorting and growing clammy as your stomach tried to crawl into your mouth. "You really need to not–"
"I bet it would stop if you let me cut you up more," Hidan offered, holding your head back against his shoulder by your throat as he trailed knuckles up your thigh over your midline, much as Kakuzu had once done while you were hanging from his ceiling. "You liked it last time."
"Hida–" you protested, grabbing for his wrist in an effort to quash the nauseating feeling twisting your guts into knots.
"Relax. I didn't mean now," he chided with a wicked smirk as he dug into the precise spot that was making you feel so sick, snickering when you groaned audibly in relief. "Besides, Kakuzu would have a shit fit if I carved you up again without adult supervision."
"Fuck, that's so much better," you breathed, sinking comfortably into his chest as you closed your eyes. The heat and pressure of his caging embrace was completely consuming, as was the sense of calm that always washed over you when you submitted like this. His hand around your throat and the crush of his arms around your torso was oddly soothing and numbed your thoughts. "I hope you know you're not allowed to move now," you mumbled contently.
"Just fuckin' say that you're afraid to go back to sleep and want to be cuddled," he grinned cheekily in your ear, rolling into loud, cackling barks of laughter when you elbowed him in the ribs again, making a flustered face and calling him some choice words that only seemed to encourage him. "Admit it. You want me to stay and cuddle," he rumbled maniacally against your cheek as he trapped you in a rib-cracking hug despite your wriggling, squeaky protests, playfully growling and bowling you over onto your side as he sunk his teeth into your neck until your squeaks became shrill laughter.
"You're a fucking menace," you sighed in tired, defeated giggles when he finally stopped feigning eating you, momentarily forgetting the reason you were even in this position in the first place.
"Oh, shut up. You love it," Hidan mussed your hair victoriously, getting himself comfortable on his back with you tucked up against his side in the crook of his arm. "Now, go back to fuckin' sleep before all this cuddling gets me hot and bothered and I decide to tear your clothes off with my teeth. You look so tasty all needy and vulnerable like this, I might not be able to contain myself."
You snorted in response when he gave your neck another playful nip, settling your head against his shoulder as you let go of the last bit of tension you were holding and turned your face into his surprisingly soft shirt to hide the smile fighting its way across your lips. "I really hate you sometimes," you mumbled into the dark, curling an arm up on his chest.
Hidan just smirked. "Yeah, yeah, princess. I know."
hiii!!! i hope you’re doing okay 🥺 your writing is so cute and good <3. may i request hidan’s reaction after an argument w his S/O. it can be hc or one-shot, whatever you like~ ty already 🧚♀️
aw thank you honey!! I’m doing okay, just getting through the end of the semester. I hope you like it! 💚
Shot thru the heart - Hidan hcs ♡
arguments with Hidan are usually petty. he’s a bit of petty guy, lbr. he has a cutting tongue at the best of times, but when he gets in one of his moods he can turn that venom on you and say some pretty harsh things
which on one hand is nice because you don’t often have serious fights, but on the other, it gets tiring sometimes having to deal with his naturally abrasive attitude
and he feels bad about it, he really does. but he’s not used to admitting he’s wrong, or owning up to his actions or any of that boring stuff
relationships are new to him, ya know? the life of a travelling cultist/ninja gang member doesn’t leave a lot of time for romance after all
one night you’re sitting in the hideout between missions when Hidan storms in, slamming the door behind him and throwing his scythe across the room hard enough to knock the few pictures that you’d scattered across the walls to make the dingy safe house more homey on to the ground
“hey!” you snap “what the hell?!” but he doesn’t even acknowledge you, moving to the hideouts kitchen and swinging open the fridge
“no fucking alcohol... of course, there’s never anything good in this shithole,” he grumbled, rummaging around looking for something to take the edge off his day
finally, he turned to you, and instead of saying hello or apologizing for his childish outburst he just sighed loudly and began complaining, “Kakuzu was riding my ass today,” he drawled on but you didn’t listen, hands propped on your hips as you scowled at him and waited for him to notice your displeasure
eventually he took note of your sour expression. “what’s the frown for doll face? it doesn’t suit you.”
you rolled your eyes, motioning to the picture frames scattered on the floor by his weapon. his gaze followed your hands to the mess and he scoffed, “big deal. if it bothers you so much why don’t you clean it, huh? I’m not your bitch,” he spat out the last word and you stepped back involuntarily
it wasn't his words — you were used to him coming home in a state after a particularly tough job — it wasn't even the mess. it was the way he didn't seem to even notice about the discarded picture that lay amidst it, the only one you had of the two of you
"fuck you, Hidan!" you screamed, turning on your heel and stomping towards the bedroom where you promptly slammed the door and locked it behind you
"fuck you too, sweetheart!" he retorted, trying his best to maintain the sting in his tone from earlier but it was no use, the guilt crept in all the same as he caught a glimpse of your tears before you had a chance to hide them
he let out a frustrated groan and crossed his arms in a pout that didn't at all suit his intimidating appearance, pacing for a moment before the photograph caught his eye. his heart sunk and he leaned down to pick it up, smiling in spite of himself as he cherished the memory
"damn it," he hissed, cursing the softer side of him that you brought out as he trudged towards the locked door, dragging his feet in a futile effort to prolong the time until he had to reduce him self to an apology
"princess?" he called sweetly through the thin wood, hoping your favourite petname would soften you up, but it only earned him a muffled, "go away!' and the heavy thump of something being thrown against the door
he slumped against the doorframe, letting himself slide down to floor with a dramatic sigh before trying again, "c'mon, baby you know I didn't mean it." after a beat of silence you answered, "you really hurt me, Hidan."
his heart panged at the way the fight had completely drained from your voice. he'd always prided himself on being a heartbreaker but but it's the last thing he wanted to do to you
that's when he had a "brilliant" idea. his heart. then, without taking another second to think, he pulled out the extendable rod he used to torture his victims from his cloak and plunged it into his chest
from inside the room you heard a pained cry, and your curiosity got the best of you, pulling you to your feet and towards the noise. when you flung open the door you were greeted by the sight of your boyfriend, blood gushing from his self-inflicted wound
"hey princess," he looked up at you, his mischievous smirk only slightly marred by his wincing, "I hurt your heart, I heart mine - now we're even," he offered
your mouth fell open in disbelief and you sat beside him to start tending to his wound with your medical jutsu. "this is the stupidest thing you've ever done," you muttered, "and that's saying a lot."
"I know," he chuckled softly, his smirk turning down into a rare serious expression, "but I'm not good at apologies, or any of this,” he trailed off, motioning vaguely between the two of you. "this is my way of saying... I'm sorry."
he spun his head around, a light pink creeping over his cheeks at the admission and your anger softened just a bit. he was right, this was new to both of you and he was trying in his own demented way
you cupped your face in your hand and sighed, “you’re lucky you’re handsome, you know that?”
his wide grin was back in a flash and the next thing you knew he was scooping you up into his arms and pulling you to your feet. “I love you so much, thank Jashin you put up with me.”
you giggled as he spun you around, placing a myriad of kisses wherever he could reach. “and I love you too, but put me down! I haven’t finished healing you yet!”
but he was already moving towards the mess of broken glass and picture frames. “a little pain never killed anyone,” he joked with a smirk, “besides, we have to put that picture back up, I want everyone to see our pretty faces whenever they come back.”
at his words you relented, and you spent the next half hour watching him clean up. and by the time he finished hanging the photos, the one of you two placed proudly in the centre, the argument from earlier was far from your mind
you smiled across the room at him and he crossed the space between you in two long strides, taking your face in his strong hands for a passionate kiss. it was hungry and deep like all of his kisses, but underneath was a new softness, a sort of wordless apology hidden in the way his tongue ran over yours and the uncharacteristically gently way his hands found their way to your hair
things with Hidan might never be someone’s idea of a fairytale relationship, but that was never what you wanted anyway, was it?
Hidan the Jashinist: A Fem!Reader x Hidan Story (14)
Summary: Hidan was out on a mission to kidnap the kage of your hidden village with his partner Deidara, you were assigned to capture him and Deidara. Unfortunately that's not how things turned out, During the battle between you and Hidan he starts to realize that he has a strong liking towards you...
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Once you guys had stopped with your conversation from last night you both went to sleep. Neither of you really could pinpoint on how the other was truly feeling.
Hidan was conflicted on his feelings and what he should do. He knows that the outcome that he would want is the most unrealistic. He wanted you to stay here with him and become apart of the akatsuki, you two could become the perfect duo in combat. Although he knew it was a selfish thought for him to ask of you. He knew you had a life back in your village, you were a valued citizen and shinobi he couldn't ask you to become a rogue ninja for him just because of him. He was thinking of the future for himself "would he get over you?", "was this just a fling with extra emotions?", and "how will things go if and when you leave?".
There were so many things flooding his mind, that he couldn't organize them properly nor think about the situation in the present time. He had woken up long before you did and he was now looking at your beautiful sleeping figure, your hair was in tatters, but nice ones. Your mouth was slightly open just enough for him to see your two front teeth. You were snoring lightly.
He knew he could be an absolute bastard and that he was never the best person in the world. He had never really loved anyone except his parents, it was always one person after another. He had never had a problem with seeing people die nor killing them himself. After his parents died he never wanted to feel the vulnerability of knowing that he could die at any moment. Therefore he made a pact with Lord Jashin for him to become immortal. In exchange he has to make sacrifices to him by taking other people's lives, when you think about it, the deal actually makes sense, an eye for an eye if you will.
He loved how you were similar to him, yet minus all his bad qualities. He knew you must have your own bad qualities but he just didn't want notice them or ask about them, he didn't know whether this was love, it was the question he kept coming back to despite his mind being messed up at the moment.
"When was the last time you ate?" He whispered aloud.
He wanted to think of other things to distract himself, but this was a genuine question. He couldn't recall the last time you had eaten, or if you had ever eaten in front of him. God damn you've been here for so long that he couldn't even recall if you had been starved or not.
He slowly got off the bed slowly and quietly enough for you to not be disturbed out of your peaceful slumber. He creaked open his bedroom door all the while keeping his eyes on you to make sure you'd be okay. He closed the door and walked down the hall where he knew there was entire pantry of food and cooking needs.
He never really used it because he had grown accustomed to take out, and was never good at the whole cooking thing per say. Although he'd be willing to take a shot at it for you.
He got to the makeshift kitchen/pantry and opened the doors. He had been here on a few occasions but had never taken the time to take it all in. It was great full of food and you know cooking shit.
He soon found a fridge, he pulled on the handle and found an abundance of food.
"Holy shit, this could end world fucking hunger." He exclaimed surprisingly.
What should I make this woman? Does she like eggs? I do but I can't make them for shit. Pancakes? Waffles? Shit this is so hard.
Hidan was scratching his scalp roughly with both hands until he heard someone come in.
"Oh it's you." Hidan said.
Hidan laid eyes on the emotionless sharingan user in front of him. He looked like he had just woken up. He looks like shit, or maybe it's those shitty eye lines or bags whatever the fuck they are.
Itachi only looked at Hidan with a singular glance and grabbed some ingredients from the pantry shelves. Hidan looked at Itachi amused. Does this guy know how to cook or something?
Itachi then grabbed a pan and some vegetables, eggs, a mix of some sort, flour, milk, a cutting board, a knife, and some cooking oil.
Itachi moved past Hidan silently, and placed all his ingredients down neatly. He turned on the stove and placed the pan overtop of it.
Hidan knew that if he didn't get someone's help soon he'd burn the entire hideout down, and not on purpose. He walked over to Itachi and watched him peering over his shoulder.
Itachi noticed him immediately and turned around to ask him what he wanted. Before he could say anything Hidan spoke up.
"Can you help me?" Hidan asked with a small straight smile. (😐)
Itachi raised a questioning eyebrow at Hidan, not knowing what he would ask of him.
"It's not anything bad, don't get your panties. Can you help me cook some breakfast?" Hidan said nervously.
Itachi figured that it was for that snow kunoichi he had brought into the hideout a few days ago, seeing as Hidan never went into the pantry and always went for take outs. He saw how Hidan was never the type to cook, and that he probably wasn't good at it either.
Itachi sighed at Hidan and nodded. "Give me thirty minutes and I'll be done okay?" Itachi said.
Hidan gave him a quick smile and nodded happily. He went and sat down on a stool he found and intently watched Itachi work his magic in the kitchen.
- Timeskip Thirty Minutes -
Hidan had dozed off after some time. Who knew watching some cook could be so damn boring?
Itachi tapped his shoulder to attempt to wake him up. That didn't work so he instead sook him roughly by gripping his shoulder.
"Hidan-san, I finished here take the plate before it gets cold."
Hidan jolted awake, he looked up at Itachi with half lidded eyes san? . He thought but quickly brushed it off.
"Oh thanks man." Hidan said still a little groggy from his nap.
Hidan looked down at the breakfast on the plate Itachi had in his hand and took it from him cautiously, to make sure he wouldn't drop it. Hidan examined it closer and noticed that it was some sort of omelette with two waffles, and some cut strawberries on the side.
Hidan marvelled at the plate, he didn't know Itachi's cooking skills were this good. "What's in this egg thingy?" He asked.
"The omelette contains tomato, onion, cilantro, cheddar, red pepper flakes, salt-" Itachi listed.
"Okay okay I get it, you're an amazing chef. Thank you." Hidan interrupted.
Itachi nodded and turned away to walk out of the room. Within a minute the Uchiha was no longer in the room with him. Hidan placed the plate on the counter, grabbed a fork and was about to leave until he remembered something.
I should grab her a drink AND some syrup cause I don't know if she likes that stuff or not but just to make sure.
He opened the fridge and grabbed the syrup he saw and checked the label to make sure it was actually syrup. He then grabbed an apple box and left the pantry with the breakfast for Y/n.
Once he was back in his room he creaked open the door and found that Y/n was still fast asleep. Her arms were splayed out across the pillows and the covers only really covering her hips and below.
I guess she didn't notice I left.
He closed the door with his foot gently and began walking over to the beautiful figure on his bed. He placed the plate and syrup on his nightstand. He held the cold juice box in his hand and thought of something funny to wake you up.
He lifted up the covers that were covering your lower half. You were wearing his boxers, thankfully he picked out some that had really thin material. Once Hidan had taken off the covers entirely off your body you shuddered. He stopped dead in his tracks and freezed like a deer in headlights.
Thankfully you were still asleep, so he continued on with his 'prank'. He pushed away one of your thighs to the side so he could have more access to his objective. Once you and him were in position, he pulled out the waistband of your boxers away from Y/n's body and slowly put the cold juice box on the outside of your pussy.
At first there was no reaction, but once the box was completely into the boxers and resting snugly on your vagina, is when you gasped awake.
You immediately jolted up from the bed to swat away whatever was touching you.
"What the fuck?" You squealed. Your hands flew to where the thing was touching you and went to yank it off you. Once you had taken out what was making your pussy so cold, you looked at it in disbelief.
Up until now you hadn't realized anyone had been in the room with you until you heard an obnoxious burst of laughter coming from your right. Hidan was holding his stomach and laughing boisterously, almost unable to control himself. Your mind was still trying to comprehend what was going on. You inspected the cold box once again and knew that he had placed it there.
"You fucking asshole! You couldn't have woken me up normally??" You shouted whilst hitting his arm angrily.
"HAHAHA I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF." Hidan laughed, satisfied that his prank had succeeded in making you riled up, just as soon as you had woken up.
"Fuck you." Y/n spat. "Why'd you even wake me up? Do I have to go home now?"
Hidan had controlled his laughter and looked at her 'have' she used the word 'have' instead of 'get', was she becoming more attached to him as he was with her? Maybe he was overthinking this.
He quickly got out of his head and answered her question with a cheeky smile. "I'm glad you asked that Y/n, I actually got you some hideout made breakfast and that juice box is your breakfast."
Y/n looked at the juice box and back at Hidan. "Well for next time, I like orange juice better but thank you for thinking of me."
"Next time huh for sure?" He chuckled. "But that's weird apple juice is better by a longshot."
You rolled your eyes, not wanting to continue this childish argument. "Whatever you say purple eyes, now where's my breakfast?" You questioned.
Hidan smiled and placed the plate in her lap. If her pupils could physically turn into stars they most certainly would. She was amazed by what was in front of her. She didn't know that Hidan could cook like this, or at all for that matter.
"Wow Hidan did you make all this just for me?" You wondered. Look at him with expectant eyes.
Hidan thought about whether or not he should actually tell the cute girl in front of him the truth or not. If he lied she'd be happy that she thinks he knows how to cook. Although what if I marry her and then I say that I know how to cook but I actually don't and then one day she asks me to cook her something cause she's tired but then I can't actually make it for her cause I've been keeping up with this lie of-
"Hidan?" Y/n asked. He had zoned out.
"Oh sorry... no I didn't make it." He murmured loud enough for Y/n to hear him.
"Oh. Then who did?" You asked.
"Itachi." He answered back.
"Oh, how nice of him to do you the favour." You smiled at the thought of the emotionless looking Uchiha to have helped out your... your whatever Hidan was to you, you weren't really sure what he was to you just yet.
"You're not mad?" Hidan asked surprised.
"Why would I be mad skeleton boy? I don't blame you for not being able to cook, you're a rogue ninja who's constantly fighting, I think you have bigger things to worry about than whether or not you know how to make an omelette." You bluntly said.
Hidan perked up, happy that you weren't upset about the breakfast. "Well don't let me stop you, EAT." He shouted playfully.
You smiled and dug right into the meal. Your mouth was then filled with an abundance of tastes, overwhelming your taste buds in the best way possible.
"Wow Hidan this is amazingly good, Itachi is such a good cook I should give him a proper thank you in person!" You exclaimed.
Hidan smiled. "Is it really that good?" He asked
"Yes! Try some." You said happily, you picked up some of the omelette and held it out in front og Hidan's face to give him a taste.
"No no it's okay princess, you need to eat." He declined.
"Don't be silly purple eyes, come on it tastes soooo good." You pouted adorably
Hidan sighed and gave in, how could he resist the stunning pout on your well constructed face. He opened his mouth wide and chomped on the bite of food you gave him. His eyes widen, he thought that maybe you were exaggerating how good the food tasted but you were right.
"Haha I know right? Can you pass me the syrup baby boy?" You giggled.
"Baby boy eh?" Hidan smirked, as he leaned over to the nightstand to pass you the syrup. He handed it to you and you took it gingerly.
"Yeah get used to it." Y/n said sulterly.
- Timeskip two hours -
You had finished your well done breakfast and had gotten yourselves cleaned up and ready to seize the afternoon. Hidan had suggested that the both of you go into the nearby town near the hideout, you agreed and you both began walking towards one of the exits to leave.
"Wow this will be the first time in who knows how long, that I've been outside." You said excitedly.
Hidan felt bad, he didn't realize that you haven't interacted with the real world in so long, he wanted you to be able to integrate into society properly, he didn't want you to come out of this situation traumatized.
"Sorry Y/n, I really want you to be okay after this." He acknowledged.
You only looked at him blankly, while silently cursing yourself for making him apologize after the a hundredth time. You took hold of his hand and began walking towards the exit happily, trying to push away those thoughts.
Hidan got to the door he was about to punch in the code to unlock the door, but someone's unexpected voice interrupted him from doing so.
"Stop Hidan! Where do you think you're taking L/n?" The voice asked sternly.
You and Hidan both turned around and found that it was Pain and Konan walking towards the both of you. You stopped dead in your track. The ginger's usually serious and stoic expression had now turned into one with an exaggerated frown and furrowed brows.
"We're gonna go out to the town Pain stop yellin'" Hidan groaned.
"First off have you forgotten that she is supposed to be held hostage? And that second you must always give me or Konan confirmation for if and when you can leave!" Pain said agitated.
Konan stood there silently looking you up and down. Almost as though she pitied you.
"Well whatever she's not gonna escape, and now you both know we're gonna leave. Okay?" Hidan paused, "Okay bye. Let's go Y/n."
Hidan went to grab your wrist but Pain stopped by sternly standing his ground. "Unfortunately that's not gonna happen Hidan."
"Huh why?" The silver haired man asked.
"We have received a letter back from L/n's village. We have compromised and she will be leaving with us this instant." Pain bluntly explained.
Both you and Hidan's stomachs dropped, why did she have to leave as soon as you and him were about to go out like a normal... couple would? This wasn't fair. It was too soon, not enough time. Hidan thought.
"Y/n if you could kindly and calmly come with us so we can finish the transaction and bring you back to your home without any struggle?" Konan spoke up.
You looked at her, astonished. You were completely torn, you didn't have enough time to think of a decision to make.
"I-I-I need to think about this first." You stuttered. You were trembling slightly, you could feel your legs giving out.
Hidan noticed this and quickly attempted to come to your aid until Pain stopped him from doing so. Instead Konan took Y/n by the hand and began walking her towards another exit while Pain dealt with Hidan.
"Stop! Let us at least say bye you fucking pierced depressed bastard!" Hidan shouted.
That stopped Pain dead in his tracks and that allowed Hidan to quickly run over to you. While Konan let you be since this outcome will come out smoothly if you guys said a quick goodbye.
"Y/n I know you have to leave, and it fucking sucks but I promise you I'll see you again okay." He whispered as he pulled you in for a hug he grasped at your hair tightly.
All you could do is simply nod, your mind acting as though it was in autopilot, not comprehending anything that was going on around you.
"Okay Hidan you got what you wanted now we're gonna take L/n, and you stay here, we have gotten itachi and Kisame to keep you under complete surveillance." Pain said walking over to you two.
Hidan walked backwards from you, he knew that if he tried to fight the upperclassmen in the akatsuki that he'd immediately lose, so he saw no point in resisting. He said that he promised to see you again, and he planned on doing just that.
"Bye Hidan." Was all you could say before you were taken away, and he was no longer in your peripheral vision...
