Me trying to do oneshots of the AOT characters.
I do fluff, angst and smut. I write the characters of AOT so tell me if you have specific requests :)
I mostly do xFem!Reader with the pronouns of she/her. But again, any requests, please tell me :)
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type: angst + comfort + fluff
an: Happy Birthday, Megumi :) Here's a little treat instead of the usual heartbreak. a little something sweet for the birthday boy, of course :) it is a little angsty but, comfort after angst is always the best. and i wish i could comfort him after everything he's been through. my poor love :( originally, i planned a bday fluff but that didnt work out. anyway, inspired by the song Space Song by Beach House. any requests, let me know :)
warnings: mentions of death, angst, uh pretty much Megumi being a traumatized little shit but its okay bcoz i love him and its his bday. pretty sure thats it though. anything i missed, let me know.
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Your Side
Megumi knows.
He knows it's not easy to love him. Not with all the curses present in the world. Not with all the death that surrounded him. Not with all the responsibility he held.
His sister still in a coma of a curse unknown, leaving him useless in saving her. The boy Megumi had grown to care for for the past month laid dead in the school's morgue, his body awaiting an operation by Shoko Ieiri.
Guilt flooded Megumi. He knew the only reason Yuji was there in the first place was because of him. Yuji took the finger for him. To save him.
And now, Yuji's dead.
Megumi knows that death only surrounded him. Death and pain. And Yuji's death, Megumi knows, was his fault.
And he had tried to isolate himself from people. Because if no one surrounded him, no one would die. Or at least, he won't feel the pain of their death.
He was scared of watching the people he loved die. And he wanted to let go.
But he didn't know how he could ever let go of you.
You've known him since you were both little kids. Coming from a non-sorcerer family, you befriended the only other person who had eyes to see the things you saw. You could never explain all the monsters that often haunted your vision.
Until one day, you were walking outside your house, your age probably only about 7 years old. You were enjoying the day and well, as a child, enjoyment came pretty easy to you.
But then, a small green monster was sitting in the middle of the road, almost like waiting. Or well, haunting. You were curious.
Your eyes wandered the street for anyone else. Even your parents couldn't see the things you did. But that day, there was another figure. He was slightly shorter than you, allowing you to assume that his age was probably the same as you.
