assumed fatal injury to reader
black fat gnc reader x hange, levi, kento, choso, benimaru
pushed out the aot portion w my poochie bc i haven’t watched it in so long #andineverwill + forgot abt half the soldiers and their gear + geography
also y’all mind being a lil unworldly ting for the fire force portion? thank ya! 🤫
they’re searching for you through the forest, the tall trees feeling as if they are closing in on hange, their breaths heavy and shaky. you haven’t responded to their calls in minutes, your usual quick response only deterred during battle for the sake of safety.
but the battle had been over for several minutes, the bodies of the titans nothing but skeletal remains.
“i saw them go this way.” hange lands on a branch and points their sword to the east, eye surveying above and below.
beside them, levi does the same, his concern mirroring his companion’s. he agrees within his own mind that your lack of response and reappearance is troubling, neither aspect of your usual routine.
“with the way they handle their gear, they could have gone back to where we were,” is levi’s attempt to reassure hange, voice low.
hange’s brows furrow. “and not hear the entire squad call out to them?” they shake their head, teeth gritting, the heat of frustration and dwindling hope prickling their skin. continuing their search, they maneuver to another tree, your name fully blasted from them and echoing through the forest.
a curse follows hange’s next attempt, their hand slamming into the trunk of the tree repeatedly until levi grabs their wrist silently, his gaze still looking out for you.
it is a glint in the distance that makes him mutter hange’s name, his sword raising to guide them to look above where your weapon can be seen, leaves hiding the rest of you. he follows hange, readying for what he expects.
hange reaches the branch first, the trail of blood choking them up. their steps slow then pick up pace again. they nearly fall as soon as they get to you, levi’s grip preventing another incident.
you are found unconcious, arm splayed across your stomach, a small wound bleeding from the bottom of your torso. you’re breathing, but the act is a struggle, each inhale and exhale done painfully.
hange’s hands hover over your body, unsure of where to touch you but knowing that it needs to be done to get you down. “i don’t know. moving them…it might make it all worse.”
“and what do you think leaving them here any longer would do?”
cursing lowly, hange makes a decision and brings their shaky hands to lift your arm, checking how bad the injury is while imagining what you went through.
with the bit of awareness you had left, you had tended to the wound as best as you could, gauze tucked into the gash.
“okay let’s…let’s do it.” hange starts to get you situated in a way where they can pull you up and into their arms.
helping to guide the descent, levi gets a hold of your lower body, pointing out to where they should anchor their gear, hange’s stare stuck on you while they listen. a nudge brings their gaze to him, before it returns to you, then back at levi again. he repeats himself.
hange nods, only keeping it together with the anchor that is your breathing. they clutch your upper body and follow the outlined path, their companion right beside them.
when you all make it to the ground, the return to base is immediate.
you’re on another route to clear the streets of the titans, but he can still hear your grunts of effort from a block down, each emission a boost of energy in his attacks, his lithe figure gliding through his opponents.
levi is quick to clear out the paths, the last titan falling before him as he takes height on a roof, tracking down his squad down the other parts of the town. you are last to find his focus, more faith given your experience and skill.
finished with your bout, you land on the target roof, ready to signal out the first part of completion. you know he sees your hand raise and your continuation to the next portion of titans, your body disappearing into the depths of the buildings again.
one by one, the titans are put down, hope for the numbers to dwindle as the intrusion through the wall is taken care of.
the next checkpoint is a couple blocks down, levi is the first to reach his post. routine—he checks the other soldiers first, a full count making his heart pump with relief. then he turns to where you’re supposed to be.
at least not in that moment.
a more of a tough titan needing handling, your ascent comes a few minutes late, back facing levi as you breathe heavily. steam lifts off of you from the spilt blood of the titans. a final inhale and you turn to levi and raise your right hand.
levi fights his intruding sentiments and lifts his head at you, readying to move on to the next wave of creatures. his gear already in motion, his peripheral watches the building you’re standing on collapse, a flash of a titan’s body coming for your unbalanced departure.
eyes, levi narrowly misses an attack from a titan, the heat of the flesh almost matching the flame of fury the captain now holds. gone are your grunts and yells of effort, silence taking hold of the streets you were clearing. he handles the titans with quickness, the image of you flashing in his mind with each strike.
the final titan is struck down with bloodcurdling cry, his blank stare onto the decomposing bodies held for only a moment before he is heading down the street to his left to where he saw you go down.
no thoughts, no hopes, only simple expectations. a cold sweat covers his body, stomach churning as he nears the collapsed building.
first, he finishes off the titans still left from your sudden disappearance, their presence one aspect that applies yet another seal to your fate. the building he saw you go down in is not too far from where he ended up.
levi is unmoved when he sees the titan that grabbed you laid out beside the debris, decomposition in the works; because, of course, possibilities are infinite. he doesn’t call out your name, the word an internal, repetitive mutter.
a recognizable curse nearby makes levi straighten and then track down your voice immediately. on the other side of the debris is your laid out body, some of the destruction having pinned you down.
the weight lifting off of you lets you take in your first full breath since the last few minutes, your effort lessened with the aid. you try to help remove whatever’s pinning your legs, but a pain in your back hinders your movement, a wince following.
“stay still for now,” levi tells you, his brows furrowed.
the last of the debris is thrown aside and you let out a sigh of relief. “thank you.”
he only meets your gaze, staring for a moment, before leaving to get to another building and signal for aid.
watching one of your devices take down a curse, kento stays alert, touching his temple lightly before speaking to you through the comms crafted by you, “third call this week. either someone is planting these curses or an abandoned office building has that much excess energy.”
you tug one of your locs absentmindedly, the other hand typing away, fingers following the data from your trackers. light is your response, “wouldn’t you know, mister 9 to 5.” hidden elsewhere, but close by, you help with the mission. on part of your lack of athletic physicality, you have honed your talents into technological feats.
“don’t call me that,” kento responds, teeth gritting to hold back the smile at your teasing tone. “and focus. naturally birthed curses or lures?”
“both? we’re here already aren’t we?”
sighing, kento turns and slashes through a menial curse. “that’s it? i expected a better explanation.”
you huff through your nose. “always expecting.”
when you shudder, your fingers stop typing, dark brown eyes darting around the space you’re in to find the anomaly that made you react that way. a thorough search done, you return to your efforts, staring at the building kento’s in while you camp out on the roof of an opposing structure.
another one of your trackers detect a cursed spirit hurdling toward kento, energy-composed tendrils sprouting and entrapping the grade three spirit. it pulls and tugs at them, acid spouting from its pores and coating the trap with hopes that it will be free.
you warn kento of the entity even though you are handling it, knowing that, most likely, the acid is able to be used as projectiles as well.
while kento dodges the attacks coming his way, you exorcise the entity with the tendrils still trapping it, electronic configurations striking through the device and using cursed coding mechanics to disassemble the threat.
just as the curse is defeated, kento’s comms relay a sudden struggle on your end, a choked out cry emitting before a deafening snap makes him whip his head to the building he knows you’re in.
how fast kento travels to you doesn’t register, his positioning on the roof done within the same minute.
one of the many traps impacted by the entity’s structure finally comes back online and traps it, forcing it to let you go, your broken arm a prominent factor of the situation. you are quick to get a device to wrap around your arm, reverse cursed technique programmed into this particular piece.
kento has faith in your work, strides made to get to you while he monitors the entity’s existence end.
“i thought…” he exhales heavily and turns to you, kneeling beside you. “you’re okay?” his eyes flit to the your right arm wrapped with the tech. “apart from that?”
“letting that thing snap me up anymore than this would be an embarrassment,” you respond, voice a bit raspy. humor tiptoeing past your partner, his face is still tense, right hand settled on your thigh while the left supports your shoulder blades. “i’m okay.” you try again.
reaching out, kento gets your things together and settles the duffle onto his body. then he comes back to you and gets ready to carry you.
“i can walk,” you say, lightly.
“elevators are probably out from the curse. you want to walk down all those stairs?” kento stands, careful with his movement. his large hands grip you gently but firmly.
you feign a second of thought. “…no.”
a visitor to the country for more than a few weeks now, your routine visit to the closest market to your temporary housing was caught by choso, his approach geared toward the portion of the building that is paired with a small restaurant.
he doesn’t think you’ve noticed him like he has you, but you have. with that hairstyle, he was one of the first things you noticed when you were grabbing ingredients for your dinner.
however, studying cultural cursed spirits does not include eyeing strangers—in that way.
the next time he comes, he brings yuji, the younger one excited for a promised meal while choso just needs the support to ask you a question. he usually gets there earlier than you, light conversation made in the meantime with the cook and cashier on the market side, having known the family for some time.
this time, yuji engages in most of the discussion, getting the full introductory to the shop’s history.
no appearance from you makes disappointment latch on, choso’s intake of his food slow and detached; not necessarily from being upset, but overthinking has come to him quick.
you can’t see curses, is what he’s come to assume and conclude. but they can see you, like they know you. they come close, intent ranging from harmless to potential threats. but then something always radiates from you. something that scares whatever lingers far away.
and now he thinks that seal or protection that has been placed on you is broken, vulnerability beaming for the takers.
choso is done with his food, the moment he comes to a conclusion bringing his gaze to focus on yuji. “we need to go.”
“i’m almost done.” yuji’s mouth is full. however, he notices the look on choso’s face, his chewing slowing. “what is it?”
after paying for the food, choso and yuji leave the shop, the former explaining his assumptions about you.
“how do you know where they live?” yuji points out, following the quick stride of his sibling. he tilts his head, scratching the back of it. “you bein’ weird? this your first interest like this? want some advice?”
with the slight reddening of his cheeks, choso shoots him a look. “i just told you about the curses around them. observing was what i was doing.”
yuji hums. “so a bodyguard. but you’re not really doing much. have you guys talked?”
choso lets out a tired sigh, focusing on the path again. “no more questions until we get there.”
jutting his lips, yuji shoves his hands in his pockets and trudges along.
where your rented space is, that part of town is usually quiet, but in this moment, the environment carries an eerie demeanor as well. when the duo nears your building, the essence of a spirit fills the air, your recognizable energy alongside it.
no light on in your place further alerts choso, yuji following the sentiment as the situation grows more tense. they track the curse and find themselves nearing an alley, expectations readied.
unconscious, you are held up to the wall of a building by a rather large curse, your belongings strewn aside. it holds you by your torso firmly, investigating the pieces of jewelry around your neck, wrists and ankles. it knows these are the seals that prevent most curses from getting to you, its own presence around you a struggle.
slowly, its sharp claws start to cut at the braided threads that make up the neckpiece, a small cut made along your throat from the proximity. more strength than expected is needed to dissect the necklace, the prominent snap emitting in unison with choso taking aim at the entity and a pale purple flash emitting from your body, engulfing you and the spirit.
jumping back a few feet with surprise, choso makes sure to stay in front of yuji, being the first to approach you when the light curls back into your body.
you’re caught just as you’re rousing from your impromptu slumber, seeing that guy from the market. you think you’ve heard him be called ‘choso’ by the owner a few times, your emotions waking just as you are.
a groggy gaze is kept on him, your mind getting itself together.
your appearances to deal with infernals are spontaneous, seeming to blip into existence then gone when the job and aid is done. a presumed spirit sent to help the catastrophes, you are unnamed, coming to as a blur in display, words scarce.
the first time benimaru did get to speak to you, he was caught up in himself, your piercing, dark eyes likely dissecting him as you spoke, introducing yourself with little words. you exude a cool heat, garments neither local or worldly, the lining carrying a scarlet, bioluminescent glow and a flow that exists with or without a breeze.
“why help us,” benimaru said. “or even…be here when you clearly don’t have to be?”
your head tilted, long, coiled kinks weighed by stone beads tapping one another with the motion while your eyes looked him up and down. “why…help?” smooth and leveled was your voice, the sound seeming to echo slightly.
the repetition of the question coming back to him made him realize how ridiculous it was to ask, the help welcome in any way.
he’s heard it from the other companies, the appearance of someone that looks human but moves with abilities like they’re anything but.
the fifth time he speaks to you, you are wandering the streets and all is calm. coincidentally, you stop at the same vendor the twins want to go to, your presentation one that is normalized at this point—to some extent. of course, hearing of such a person is very different from having them stand in front of you.
reeling himself in from your stance in front of him, the vendor greets you politely, awe hidden behind his stoic face.
your reply is immediate, then you look over the items on display, your order coming in slower, really putting thought into it. by the time you’re done is when the twins calls out your name, your payment for the food done quickly in order to greet the little ones.
chatter follows the embrace, your compliments aimed at the gifts they show that konro has gotten them so far. you cover your mouth to whisper to the twins, “none from benimaru?”
“stingy,” hinata and hikage mutter back, covering their mouths too.
benimaru huffs, “don’t ask who’s been keepin’ them fed the entire time.” he watches you rise to stand, his back straightening slightly. “and this is a surprise. you don’t only show up during a crisis—you live here now or what?”
“i can only exist to fight?” you see that your order is ready so you pick up the skewers and take a bit of the meat.
the twins giggle at the exchange and then trot away to find konro who had stepped back moments ago to given benimaru and you privacy; yet he still watches from afar.
benimaru shakes his head, his skin warming at your rebuttal. “just…don’t get to see or hear about you outside of…business.”
the screams and panic are in the background of your mind, benimaru calling out to you while he gets into a defensive stance. then he yells at the surrounding townspeople to get away from the area, your still and stunned demeanor an unexpected display.
with the loss of weight in your hand, you look at the charred stump, the next fire bolt splitting through your chest and leaving a flame-filled hole. your mouth parts and you let out a breath, black flames fluttering in unison.
when you turn and locate the assailant, the next azure fire bolt is coming to your face, your mouth widening and blasting a flame that envelops the shot.
your stump forming a temporary hand structured from jet black flames, the hole in your chest does the same as you go after the white-clad individual, the lack of effect from the attacks enabling another bout fire bolts, the frantic nature behind them evident.
you get the attacker in your grasp, then you ascend with the fidgeting cult member, rising and rising until the clouds consume the both of you.
when you descend moments later, you are alone.
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