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Into Death's Arms

Pairing: Storm Shadow x reader Words: 1231 Summary: You and Storm Shadow have been meeting in secret despite being on opposite sides. One night, he arrives wounded at your doorstep, forcing you to confront the feelings you've been trying to suppress.

The night air was thick with the scent of rain-soaked earth, the streets dimly lit by flickering lanterns. You quickly entered and locked the doors to your small hideout. You had barely stepped inside when a faint rustling caught your ear. Your hand instinctively reached for the blade strapped to your thigh, muscles tensing. Quietly opening the door to the room, you peeked around and saw someone sitting in one of the chairs. You unsheathed your blade and were about to attack when the figure rose from the chair and turned toward you.

Storm Shadow.

His usually pristine white uniform was stained crimson, and his breathing was ragged. He tried to stand straight, gripping his side, trying and failing to mask his pain.

You took a deep breath and put your blade back into its sheath, stepping forward without hesitation. “You’re hurt,” you whispered softly.

"It’s nothing," he muttered, his voice strained. But as he took a step, his knees buckled. You caught him before he collapsed, sitting him back in the chair. "Don’t move.” Your tone left no room for argument, and to your surprise, he obeyed.

You moved quickly, fetching a first-aid kit from the old cabinet and a basin of water from the kitchen. Kneeling beside him, you carefully peeled back the fabric of his torn uniform, revealing the deep gash on his side. He winced but remained silent, watching you work.

"You shouldn’t be here," you murmured as you pressed a cloth against the wound. "If they find out…” You left your sentence unfinished. Being a spy for the Joes, you were well aware of the consequences you would have to face if they knew about your complicated relationship with him.  

"I had nowhere else to go," he admitted, his voice softer now. "I knew you'd help.”

He was right. You would never turn him away. You swallowed hard, hands trembling for reasons that had nothing to do with stitching up a wound. The two of you had been meeting in the shadows for months now — stealing glances at each other, and spending moments that neither of you dared to name. You were supposed to be enemies. But the way he looked at you now, even though his expression was pained, made it clear that lines had already been crossed.

"This is dangerous," you whispered, finishing the last stitch. "Every time you come to me, you're risking everything. Neither of us can afford to be caught. Besides, Snake Eyes knows about this safe house of mine. We cannot risk him walking in on us.”

His fingers brushed your wrist, stopping you mid-motion. "And yet, I keep coming back." Your breath hitched. His eyes, usually sharp and unreadable, softened as he gazed into your soul. The silence stretched between you, heavy with unspoken words. Then, against all reason, you let yourself lean in. And for once, he didn’t pull away.

After taking a deep breath to regain his composure, he leaned forward and gently but firmly pressed his lips to yours. There was no war, no conflict, no missions to finish, no opponents to battle, and for a moment, everything else vanished into the background, just the two of you existed for this brief period of calm.

When you pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours. You withdrew and took a look at his wound which looked gnarly even after being stitched.

“You need proper treatment for this.” His eyes darted to his wound and he rolled his eyes. Pulling his torn garment back over it, he sat straight. “This is nothing. I’ve had worse.”

“You were one hour away from seeing your intestines dangle. Seriously, go to a hospital.” He shook his head, kissed your cheek quickly, and got up. You put the bloodied cloth and the first-aid aside and got up after him. “Surely you don’t plan on leaving right now? It is so late. Stay here for tonight.”

For a long moment, he didn't answer. His gaze was distant as he gathered his sword and shuriken.

"I can't," he finally said, his voice strained. You knew he would say that. It was never safe for him to stay there. But you couldn’t help but wish he would stay.  

You didn’t know what came over you but you walked over to him and grabbed his wrist. “Please. Please stay. Just for tonight”, your voice came out as a whisper.

He exhaled, shoulders relaxing as if the world's weight had momentarily lifted from them. His fingers curled slightly around your wrist now, hesitant yet steady. It was a small gesture, but it sent warmth through your chest.

“Alright. But only for tonight. I’ll leave before dawn.” You nodded your head quickly.  A smile made its way to his lips as he wrapped his other arm around your waist. You pulled away and gestured toward the water basin and dirty cloth. “I’ll clean up. You need to change clothes. I think I have some of your old ones in that locker over there.” He nodded and put his weapons back on the table. As he got changed, you quickly cleaned the room and made room for him in the bed. This was the first time he was staying and you did not want to inconvenience him at all.

He walked into your bedroom, which only had a bed, a small table, and a locker. He stood near the foot of the bed, arms crossed. "You should rest," you murmured, breaking the silence.

His lips twitched slightly. "You’re the one who should rest. You always worry too much."

You huffed, rolling your eyes. "I’m not the one who nearly collapsed in my room."

"Touche." There was the faintest trace of amusement in his voice, a ghost of a smirk playing at his lips. He walked over to the right side of the bed and you had to restrain yourself not to shout at him for taking your side of the bed. He sat down on the bed and you helped him lie back. As he settled in, you took a seat beside him, resting your hand on his forehead.

His eyes found yours and he held your other hand in his. "Thank you."

"For what?" you asked, brushing the strands of stray hair from his forehead.

"For being here. My actions are not easy to come to terms with and yet…”

“And yet here you are and yet here I am.” You reached out, letting your fingers brush over his hand. He didn't pull away. If anything, he shifted slightly closer, his warmth radiating through the space between you.

Then, before you could overthink it, you leaned in. Close enough that his breath fanned across your lips. For a moment, he stayed perfectly still, as if caught between hesitation and surrender. And then he closed the distance.

His lips were warm against yours yet he was hesitant. But when you didn’t pull away, when your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, he pressed in deeper, letting himself sink into the kiss.

He pulled back slightly and gave you a warm, genuine smile. "You should really stop letting me in”, he exhaled softly.

You smiled back at him. "Then you should stop coming back."

Neither of you moved. Neither of you meant it. Whatever the future held, this moment was yours. And for tonight, that was enough.

Y’all, I have finally done it

I have conquered my lazy ass for this moment

Freakshow☆Finale

Taemi Mori's execution

TW's: Death, blood, decapitation, blades,

(I finally managed to write this! :D My first time actually writing so I hope everyone that was waiting for this is satisfied, have a good time reading!)

"IT'SSSS PUNISHMENT TIMEEE!!!!"

How many times had Taemi heard this? 2? 3? 4? She didn't remember but it didn't really matter, she wouldn't have to hear it any longer so counting was no concern now, how lucky!..Well, maybe lucky was not the best word, but after killing [REDACTED] she was getting a lot more than she believed she deserved.

That was one of the various thoughts on her head as she felt the metal collar lock around her neck, stealing the air from her lungs as it dragged her away from the court room and classmates to whatever was waiting for her.

Long hallways were all that was visible for a while, followed by complete darkness and eventual light, and before she knew it Taemi found herself in a..stage? It was like her own stage but..different. Most was similar, red, yellow and white curtains, bright lights pointing to the stage she fell into, big decorations and details everywhere. She stood up, a bit wobbly from being dropped so carelessly, only to be met with countless gazes...well, sort of.

Countless figures with scribbled faces, of all ages and genders, both in the audience and in the stage as other performers, were looking at them, the closer ones even having puppet joints.

Taemi felt a bit uneasy at the 'realism' but still kept on her smile, not like she was happy, of course not, but if she was going to die in front of everyone she didn't want her last performance to be some kind of pity party, she wanted to honor her talent, to spare one big show and make it remarkable..to make it worth what she had done.

As the execution music started playing, a more circus themed version of it, she noticed a big vertical counter on the curtain, from 0 to 100, the 0 with sad face and the 100 with a laughing one instead, it was quite obvious what she was supposed to do, make the audience laugh, she could do that..

So she did!

She didn't know how but she didn't care, she just did it all, speaking and presenting each and every act with more and more effort, speaking louder and non-stop gesturing as the figures on stage moved and performed. Smiles, shouts, jokes, dancing, anything that made the people entertained she did, and it worked perfectly - The scribbled on their faces turned into happy smiles, the cheerful sounds coming from the crowd making her feel the adrenaline on her body, the counter going up nonstop.

..20..45..65..80..and eventually 100!

Taemi was glad that it reached the top, she actually did it! She made the incredible final show she desired!!..

..Yet..strangely nothing happened, the cheerings continued and so did the performers, not stopping once, which confused her but she went along with it, so much agitation she almost forgot it was only leading to her inevitable death..

As she kept the show going, suddenly a monokuma dressed as a clown came up with a giant circus hammer and banged the counter on the curtain, making it spin a lot until it went still again, but this time turned upside down, the top saying the same 0 as before and the bottom with a -100 and a angry face, and when Taemi saw it? She was shocked, and a bit scared but she tried to keep it up, please tell her that it was not going on what she thought of..

Taemi continued the show, keeping on her theatrical smile and composure, trying to ignore the sweat in her hands and the fast beating of her heart, performing just as greatly as before..but the results weren't as great.

In one moment everything was 'perfect', the counter was on 0, people cheering and laughing, perfect music playing, various performers on stage with the focus on them. In the other moment everything had gone south, no matter what Taemi did the counter went down and reached -100, smiles had turned into frowns and cries, booing instead of cheering, the music getting more and more distorted and performers disappearing or breaking apart, one by one..until eventually Taemi was the only one on stage.

She wanted to keep going even with no more people for acts, the lights focusing on her in the stage's center. Taemi tried to think of something, she really did, but while she was silently panicking and doing her best to figure it out the people got more agitated, their voices getting louder and louder in the crowd.

"Why is this show so mediocre?"

"How boring!"

"I thought this would be better.."

"This is a waste of time."

Usually Taemi would have a polite thing to say back, a laugh to put on, a shrug to leave it be, but right now? The constant reminder of death and fear of every next second was eating her up, especially when the people didn't stop and their words got harsher..

"Is that girl even trying?"

"Does she think she's good or something?"

"Ha! What a stupid joke!"

"Just leave the stage already!"

"Such a disappointment.."

Those were only examples of the thousands of insults and comments she could hear, her chest tightening and her smile wavering. She wanted to continue the show and improve it but before she could even begin to try she felt a sudden pressure in her chest and saw a red stain in her suit..what the..

It confused Taemi for a few seconds but when she saw another one in her leg she understood what it was, tomatoes.

Tomatoes were being thrown at her along with shouts and booing, and of course it was not only that that was being thrown - Eggs, shoes, trash, cans, rocks, knifes, etc.. it all hurt, the sharper things leaving bruises and cuts all over her body, leaving cuts and stains in her clothes.

As it went on and on it only got worse, Taemi's breath getting shaky, her smile no longer on her face, the pain getting stronger, her unblinking eyes getting watery and her body almost shaking as she panicked, no longer being able to hear coherent phrases between the distorted music tunes as she became overwhelmed.

"Freak"

"Disgrace"

"Selfish"

"Murderer"

"Weak"

"Heartless"

"Lost soul"

"Ordinary"

It was all swirling in Taemi's head as she tried to shut the noise off, trying to ignore the words and pain she felt all at once, both in her skin and in her heart..yet, despite all of that, a different sound rang out in her ears between all the noise, a sound coming from above, almost as if something opening..

"Huh..?"

She barely choked out between breaths as she turned her head to look up at the ceiling above the stage, her vision blurred for a second by her watery gaze, and in the red curtain she saw a bunch of confetti coming out from a hole, followed by the sight of a huge blade just above.

Taemi's eyes widened as she saw the shiny mouton over her, giant, sharp and unmoving, the music reaching its peak, the instruments pausing and the lights fully focusing on her, everything else going dark..and, as a finale, the weapon suddenly dropping on top of her.

She barely had time to react as the last thing her crying eyes saw were confetti, angry faces and the blade that cut her throat open in one go, splashing her pink blood everywhere on stage, the music ending cheerfully and confetti flying everywhere, her pityful body being dropped on the wooden floor and ending her perfomance and execution..and her life as well..

[Taemi.exe saved to NWP_blackened_list]