Magic Mushroom Mayhem - En (Dorohedoro) x Reader

Decomp Disco

WOwzers

I seriously haven't written fanfiction since I was like 15 so please excuse me if my writing sounds a bit off.

This is a very self indulgent fic. I am head over heels for En and there isn't enough fics with him so I'm making my meager contribution here.

I hope you enjoy

- K

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This chapter is mainly character and world building. I'll be explaining MC's magic etc. Which is based off of my own OC ^^

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En, head of the En family. The most powerful and prominent group of sorcerers in the magic world. En being the most infamous of all. His mushroom magic is unparalleled in all aspects.

Everyone knew of them. Except those who didn't care. You, falling into the latter category.

In the small sorcerer town you live in, you're very well known for your magic. Using it to help those who can pay for it.

It has many uses; your magic. The dark smoke that emanates from your fingertips contains Decomposition Magic. A fairly uncommon magic type.

What sets you apart from other decomp magic users is your ability to reverse its effects.

In example: if you were to use your magic on a rotting, dead body, you could reverse the decomposition, turning it into a fresh corpse. Of course, you're also capable of the opposite. If you were to use it on a living person, you could turn their insides into a rotting mush, killing them from the inside out. Or you could rot their arms and legs off. If you wanted, you could also just rot their entire body, which would inevitably cause their demise.

Your magic is also very useful for disposing of trash by turning it into ash or mush. Lol

Those who seek you out hire you for many things. Assassination and/or disposal (of organic and inorganic material), Partner contract disposal (for those in undesirable sorcerer partnerships), and corpse identification (by reverting decomposition) are the most prominent reasons people may contact you.

You're sort of a stickler when it comes to the price of your services. An equal or greater trade of money or something of value must be made in exchange for your powers. Because of this, you have amassed quite a large sum of money and valuable magic items, making you somewhat of a target for thieves. Not that they are ever very successful.

Another way you use your magic is something you call "Bog production". A useful thief, pest, etc. deterrent. You put a bit of highly concentrated smoke in a spot an intruder is likely to step and whatever makes contact with the spot rots on contact. But since this ability uses a lot of smoke, you use it very sparingly.

A loud knock at your door interrupts you from your evening routine. Wrapping a fluffy robe around yourself, you prepare to answer the door with an attitude.

A tall man with red cross tattoos over his eyes is standing in the entryway. His marks prompt you to roll your eyes exaggeratedly.

"What do you want now?" You say in an annoyed tone.

The Cross-eyes frequently request your services. Be it as a bodyguard, as a hitman, or other, they always seemed to be at your door. And always at an inconvenient time, like in the middle of the night.

"We have intel that En's cleaners will be coming to our hideout. We have it covered but our boss wants you there as backup if things go south."

This guy saying "hideout" makes him seem like a kid in a secret club. You inwardly cringe. These guys are so pitiful.