[The Crane Husband] Odasaku X Reader

The Crane Husband

Since why my other submission hasn't been able to be featured here another Odasaku. You get to become the bride for PM! Kay. Since she'll never be seen with a true future with him..

You are a hard worker with the heritage strength of your past father. Passing his life lessons as a widowing peasant, his past task of gathering wood for fires in the next winter arriving soon. He left the world leaving his trusty aging ax and joined the followings of afterlife with your mother. You had given few offering for his passage, just the way you sent your mother forgo. The cold bearings and bare trees, leaving you with better time cutting them.
After the sun became dawning, it was time to head back. Threading carefully through the woods.

Your eyes wander through, as your eyes targeted a crane through the dead bramble. The crane flustered it's pure white feathers, it's size could tell you it was a male. A bird of his kind would be gone from the winter, yet he was still ensnared and forgotten by a local trapper.

You sigh, pitying the poor creature. As you crept closer to the majestic creature. You started to noticed more, supernatural details upon the crane. His feathers weren't just pure white, but glowing in a beautiful hue of the blue. The skies of freedom in the clear day and his eyes were reflective into my soul. Weighing self judgement and wavering hesitation when he finally saw me in sight. He was still trying badly to remove it as blood dribbled in budded rate. Knowing such little time I could spare, I quicken my approach. Bending down in removing the trap. The crane watched diligently, it didn't refuse you in it's struggle.

It took awhile, finally being able to release the crane. The wound was bleeding out, leaving you to your own mind of using your handkerchief and tying it around the crane's wound. This was the best you could have done, if your mother was still alive she could have taught you the ways of herbalist.

You couldn't help feeling the torn sorrow and reminisce, as you watch the crane spreads his wings and fly. Your handkerchief keeping the cast of death to the bird on his way to find his flock again. Someday you'll be free from your internalized suffering and reunite with your parents.

You returned home, ate dinner the best you could and finishing bundling firewood to prepare your next day at the market place. A knock on your door echoed in your home. Standing up from your cushion, you walked to the door. It was a lot colder now as the snow covered the ground claiming territory. You were met with a man in a beautiful kimono, aging wisdom for eyes and his hair claiming the childhood fall of leaves red. You were left in awe and embarrassment as a chuckle emitted from his adam apple throat. You couldn't bear to see him with the flustering look coloring your face clearly. Losing your words to speak, uttering nothing to the man leaving a awkward tension. His tall figure nearly scared you, until he charmed you with his voice, leading you to fully look up at him.

"I'm sorry to bother you Miss."
"I am Oda Sakunosuke, a man looking for shelter."
"I was wondering if it were possible for you to let me live here."
"I would pay you, if you were worried about surviving the cruel winters." He showed his currency to her as poof, enforcing that he was truthful throughout the conversation.

"Ah, Of course."
"I'm sorry, please come inside!" You bowed, as you scattered out to set up the room.

Years had past you had been successfully swayed by the strange and beautiful man. He was so warm, comforting and helpful in your life. He was more of housewife, handling the cooking and cleaning. You however couldn't have been able to having no mother figure to bless you. You couldn't help but adore the gods more with such fate of blessing you a husband like he was. The married life was blissful to the both of you. The moments of bittersweet love, the shared between the two was memorable. He had dreams to write swaying stories, but expenses have not been expressed the same way he had lulled you in ease in his arms.
"I truly am eternalized, Oda."
"I love the voice that's bringing me to peace."
"Your touch is soothing." Taking his hand into their own, as they plushed a small kiss upon his knuckles.

"Thank you." He softly smiles.
"I am surely happy for you to be with me." Using his free hand to brush their hair way to press a soft kiss onto their forehead before falling to sleep in the same futon.

You were falling, you were noticing so much when you were around him. Your chest burn, coughing your lungs and heart out. Blood. Blood. Blood, your hands shake, as Oda held you in his arms. He was anguished in worry, you could almost cry. He wasn't going to let you suffer and he wasn't ready to let you go..

After he tucked you in, he spared no extent but to sell his words onto scrolls and selling them in the market place in hopes to find medicine and treatment. He had used his feather to write and enchant his luck in words. It worked to extent, gathering many fans buying many copies of his work. He was happy to the extent it was getting money, but it wasn't enough to soothe you from the brink of death.

His hands were rough and blistering, his mind was blocked from originality it had breathed. He felt like crying seeking that he could not reach.
"Would you still love me if I could not be able to speak to you sweetly, as before?" His voice drained, rough and sore from breathing life into his stories.
You did not hesitate to take his hands in their own, cold and paling hands.
"But of course." You smiled weaken by the illness that struck you months ago, before coughing blood again. You were the muse that kept him going as he kept writing and selling them to see you alive once more.

"Would you still love me if I wasn't truly human?" That was the seed of doubt in his core, he wasn't the human you loved and married for eternity. It was supposed to be another man, the man who trapped him there and sullied to death. He was the crane who was sent to die in solitude, until you found him after few years being condemned to mourn for dead children who died under his wings. You saved him, but with no home to turn way he went you. You let him live.
You let him breath the same space enclosed with him. You made him fall deeper in love and guilt. The guilt that he could not join you, the purity you had to be so free to be himself.

Here he was crying, his hands broke out in pain as you hugged him from behind.
"Of course I would love you wings and all."
"I remember you as the crane who flew so beautifully into the sky."
You whispered softly, as they both cried and bared their hearts.

"I'm sorry."