Whiteclad Stories

𝐓𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝. 𝐓𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥, 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲. "𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞." (𝐃𝐢𝐞.)

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"𝑺𝑶 𝑫𝑶𝑵'𝑻 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑼𝑪𝑪𝑼𝑴𝑩!" in which you join the fire force. [poc! reader x shinra kusakabe]

"i do it for them." in which satis wakamiya enlists in the fire force. (lowercase intended) (shinra k. x poc! oc) (japanese fire force) (all art belongs to their respective owners!)

From juvenescence till young adulthood, you had been spoiled with anything and everything one could wish for. Your father was of royal descent, but your side of the family did not inherit the throne. Blinded by greed, your once respected parental figures morphed into wild, enraged beasts. They couldn't restrict them with merciful manners. All their attempts proved futile and your dad, eventually, took his old man's life without even an ounce of hesitation. He turned his ravenous eyes on your uncle next and tried to pounce on him. He was eliminated from a crossbow shot, piercing his lungs. You observed the entire scene behind a wall of guards, fear engulfing your features. You begged for your mother's life to be spared, but no one answered your prayers. She was beheaded the following evening, the warm rays of orange and red mixing in with her blood on the porch. You crouched under shrubs of Forsynthias, curling up your small frame into a ball. You did not whimper, cry nor whisper. -Don't you dare.- You muttered under your breath. -Don't you make a sound.- You stood still, like a stone statue, until nightfall covered the suffocating illuminence. You snuck out of the bushes. You weren't planning on hanging around, with your life at risk, simply to ask for forgiveness. God had no sympathy. You abandonned your old life behind. "If there is nobody for me to believe in... I'll become my own god and devote my faith to the only one who can truly salvage me. Myself." Needless to say you abandonned your faith, and escaped to the east. You recieved the cold shoulder by an Empire's Walls, but this was barely an inconvenience for you. These people needed a saviour, a real one. Someone to worship. Your years of wander and travel taught you that the power to believe kept them alive and flourishing. Now, in your adulthood you'd become wise and strong enough to carry your followers on your back. Your pride may have consumed you, but it was for a noble cause, correct?

Shinra fell to the madness of the evangelist at the academy never coming back like in the main story. This fanfic is about his powers and interactions within the white clad I do not own or claim to own fire force All rights reserved