He Has Become The Ultimate Hair Creature. Good Job, Nagizuru.

He has become the Ultimate Hair Creature. Good job, Nagizuru.

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Nagizuru throws a tantrum (SCP Foundation AU)

A silly thing that @draconicsparkle and I wrote together for fun. Nagizuru but he's an SCP. Please enjoy.

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It had started out as a typical day. Well, typical for this place. The SCP Foundation’s bases tended to have bizarre occurances on a daily basis.

But still, it could be relatively routine at times. And it had been shaping up to be that kind of day again. The morning and afternoon had been fine, Hajime keeping SCP-4673 company. It wasn’t hard at all. It mostly consisted of him simply being in the same room as the entity. Though there were moments of physical contact. But not enough to be annoying.

But the evening rolled around, and the two shared the consensus of not wanting to make dinner themselves. So they elected to visit the staff cafeteria. They did this on their lazy nights. So there wasn’t too much panic when Nagizuru teleported them into the room.

“Thank you. Now, let’s see what they have. Want me to grab you something while you get a table?” Hajime asked as he stepped away from the white haired man.

The always present smile widened. “That is a suitable delegation of tasks. Very well. Return to my side as swiftly as you can.” Then he disappeared. Hajime turned to get in line, ignoring the startled shouts of some of the staff who clearly hadn’t expected the Apollyon class monster to appear near them. His sudden teleportation caused some overhead light bulbs to explode, slamming into some unfortunate people in line. The shards completely dodged Hajime, who seemed unaffected by the situation. "Keep that thing away from us, will you?" someone in line yelled. Hajime had to hold back the urge to punch the guy.

Putting that temporarily out of his mind, he accepted two plates of tonight’s dinner. Large bowls of fried rice. The scent was mouthwatering and he found himself excited. He hadn’t had this in several years.

So he quickly walked over to the table Nagizuru had chosen. It was a small one near the back, away from everyone else. Not unusual, as the SCP enjoyed having all of the brunette’s attention on him.

He placed the bowls down on the table with the silverware, pulling his seat in and grabbing a fork. “It smells really good. I might even get seconds.”

He scooped up some with his fork and lifted the steaming food to his mouth. But before he was able to take the bite, he noticed the man across from him. His hair was writhing, as if it was alive. And he was glaring at the bowl in front of him. Hajime sighed and put the fork back down. “And what is the matter?”

Nagizuru glanced up at him before returning to stare at the food. “Rice… and peas.”

Hearing the displeased tone, Hajime groaned. “Again with this? Grow up and just eat them. It’s not like you are allergic or anything.”

Nagizuru’s smile was clearly more of a grimace now. “I refuse. You shouldn’t force yourself to eat repulsive food groups such as these. I shall change it for us.”

The SCP reached for the food, fingertips making contact with it. But Hajime grabbed his bowl and pulled it closer to himself. “Get off! This is mine. And I’m gonna enjoy it. Now you eat yours!”

Nagizuru let out a growl, accompanied by the sound of crackling. The pale limbs began to elongate and the entity’s form also started increasing in scale. In addition, the white hair grew longer and longer.

Several members of the foundation screamed or shouted in fear and the sound of tables and chairs being pushed away or falling were audible. Most of the people were terrified of the creature in front of them and they ran out of the room.

But not Hajime. He didn’t even bat an eye, just returning his attention to his food and picking up the fork. “Throwing a tantrum because you don’t want to eat certain things? How mature.” Hajime started eating his food, as if nothing was amiss. “Return to normal. You are surely breaking things,” he said with his mouth full of peas.

“I will not,” the SCP stated in a voice that sounded layered by dozens of others. He rearranged himself so that his body was more comfortable with the increasing size.

But the creature’s sudden growth pushed over the table they had been sitting at, both bowls of the fried rice falling and splattering onto the floor.

The sight of the food on the ground made Hajime’s patience snap. “Fine. I won’t push it anymore.” But before Nagizuru could feel any sort of victory, he turned around and began walking back to the kitchen area. “However, I intend to enjoy this meal. So I shall get another portion and go find somewhere else to eat it. Away from you so I won't have to put up with your whining.”

“What?” the distorted voice asked in a panicked tone.

Hajime raised his eyebrows with a smirk. “Until you behave and fix everything you broke, I won't talk to you. AND you will need to eat the fried rice.”

He felt something clutch onto his midsection, pulling him back towards the sea of white hair. He could barely see a giant red eye peering down at him, looking far more resigned than defiant. “Okay… I’ll fix everything. And I’ll try it. So don’t leave me. Please?”

Rolling his eyes, he nodded. “Deal.” He looked back to see stunned faces staring at them, peeking through the window door. He shrugged and said:

He poked the face hidden under the white hair. “And stubborn. Now go back to how you normally are, okay? Can you do that for me?” He made sure to ask these questions in a soft tone, knowing that Nagizuru was not able to resist requests when he talked like this.

“Alright,” the SCP said, body shrinking back to how he usually appeared. Once fully human-like again, he embraced the brunette. “I’ll do anything for you, Hajime. Even… eat rice and peas.”

Hajime pet the head in a comforting way. “Good. That’s what I like to hear. Now let’s fix this room back up.”

A whooshing sound occured and all the tables, chairs, and spilled food was back in perfect condition. Hajime rewarded this with a hug of his own. “Thank you.” He separated and pointed to the chair. “Now, let’s have a less chaotic meal. No more shenanigans.”

“No more shenanigans". Nagizuru repeated.

Hajime sat down and picked up his fork, the entity copying him seconds after. Before taking his first bite, he looked at Hajime's eyes with his usual smile, now looking amused.

“… for now.”

First off, check out this.

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Fanart appreciation hour folks!

And it’s another switch to the regular Nagizuru au. This one is another fluffy one to combat the angst from the last one. So let’s have fun, shall we?

Hajime helped Izuru out with a lot of things. That was apparent to everyone in the lighthouse. Seeing as the experiment was not allowed to do much on his own for fear of consequences.

Hajime didn’t mind though. He saw this as an honorable position. So he did everything required of him with no complaint.

And this desire to help kicked into overdrive whenever the Ultimate Hope got sick. He became borderline paranoid of leaving him alone when this happened. So needless to say, the past few days had not been easy on either of them.

Hajime loathed whenever he had to leave Izuru’s room during these times. If he had the choice, he would have stayed in that room with him for practically all hours to monitor his health. Only leaving to acquire the necessary items for regaining health such as food and medicine.

But alas, that was not possible. His superiors demanded constant updates on his condition and the results of the tests. And sadly, they were not willing to allow him outside again like the previous instance when he was sick. Unless it was for a reason that would benefit them, he was to remain locked away in his prison cell of a room.

So Hajime stayed as long as he could, dedicated to helping him recover. And after a few days, his condition improved. Much to his relief.

The day after the fever broke, Hajime came in during the morning hours. “Good morning, sir. How are you feeling?”

Hazy red eyes opened and looked at him. “By my observations, I would say that my health is better than yesterday.”

That gave Hajime an emotional boost. “That’s good to hear! I managed to get some oranges from the table this time. And even a few more books. Would you like to read one while I do the tests?”

But to his surprise, Izuru shook his head. “I shall hold back on reading until I am alone again. I would much rather give you my attention.”

Once more, with a few words, the white haired man managed to fluster him completely. “I… I appreciate it, sir. I’m honored that a lowly servant like myself could hold your attention.”

Izuru hummed, leaning his head on his hand. “You have more than earned it, my dear caretaker. Now then, proceed.”

Still blushing, Hajime did as instructed. The tests flew by and the sedatives were administered. Soon he was able to push the cart to the side and focus on other things. Like peeling the oranges and offering the slices to his charge. He was happy to see the experiment eat them with muted interest. To anyone else, no change would have been noticeable. But Hajime was different. He had the privilege to closely watch all he did.

So he knew that Izuru was enjoying the stolen sweet fruit. And the nearly invisible spark of glee whenever his eyes caught sight of the books was also apparent to him.

However, that changed once Izuru absentmindedly ran a hand through his hair. Only for it to stop at some point in the middle. The smile was still present, but Hajime could tell that he was displeased about this. And the only conclusion he could come to was…

“Is your… hair knotted?”

The glance he got as Izuru retracted his hand from his hair seemed to answer that. But Hajime kept his professional face on. “It must have gotten tangled while you were sick. We weren’t able to do much other than let you rest. Let me get you a brush right away.”

As quick as he could, he went to the bathroom and collected a small brush from a drawer. He returned to the room to see Izuru sitting up on the bed and looking expectantly at him. Which confused him. “Sir? Is there something else you need?” he asked as he tried to hand the brush over.

But the experiment made no move to take it. He instead continued staring. As if he was waiting for Hajime to realize his silent desire.

Eventually, after a minute of thinking, Hajime tentatively asked a question. “Do you… want me to brush it for you?”

The smile widened. “So you came to the answer at last. Correct, my dear caretaker. I instruct you to provide assistance on this. After all, it’s only natural that you would help the one in your care if they are sick. Isn’t it?”

Fighting back the nervousness, Hajime nodded and gripped the plastic brush tightly to try and calm his nerves. He saw Izuru pat the bed on a spot next to him, indicating exactly where he was to sit. He did so promptly, a bit rigid and sitting up ramrod straight.

Carefully, as if he was touching the most fragile of glass, he reached up to touch the white hair. It felt like silk and always looked healthy. And it was pretty. It always had been. Even in his previous life. But that wasn’t something to think about now. He had a job to do.

Running his fingers through the hair, he found the first set of tangles. So he brought the brush up and ran it down. The brush caught on the knot, resulting in him accidentally tugging. But Izuru said and did nothing. He patiently sat there and waited. Hajime didn’t want to keep him for too long so he began brushing more.

One by one, he brushed through the tangles. Several strands of long white hair came off the scalp as a result. The floor was soon covered in them, to which Hajime made a mental note to sweep it all up when he was done. But for now? He was actually enjoying this task.

He was so close to the Ultimate Hope. And he was given the honor to touch him like this. To help him with this. No one else would know what this felt like. He was the only one. Something he felt proud of.

With his vigilance and devotion to the task, the tangles were gone in fifteen minutes. But despite this fact, he couldn’t help but to run his hands through the silky locks, simply feeling them. So soft. So ethereal. Like it was simply too beautiful to be real. Something he knew he would never tire of seeing or feeling.

But then he had the realization of what he was doing. He pulled his hands away fast, scooching away in shame. “I’m so sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to invade your space and do that. I beg for your forgiveness for my actions.”

Izuru turned to look at him with an amused expression. “My dear caretaker, you did nothing to warrant an apology. So there isn’t anything for me to forgive. So return to your previous position and continue your actions.” And with that, he faced away again.

Hajime felt himself calm down at the words. Izuru… didn’t mind him stroking his hair? And based on his request for him to continue, did that mean that he liked it?

Whether or not that was indeed the case, Hajime was determined to follow instructions. So he sat back where he had been and raised his hands to comb through the locks again. The brush lay forgotten as he wove his fingers through the shimmering strands.

Eventually, he got bold enough to make contact with the other’s head. And he was spurred on to continue by the pleased hum that Izuru let out. With his heart beating faster, he massaged the other’s head and hair.

Briefly, as he was doing this, a thought ran through his mind. A thought of another world. Where he and Izuru were in this exact situation, but in their own home. No tests. No doctors or scientists. No pain. Just them, enjoying each other’s company. Away from everyone else and free of stress. It was such a wonderful thought, the idea of them being in domestic bliss.

But the crackling voice that sounded from his collar shattered his vision.

‘Hinata. Report back with the results immediately. The next shipment of supplies was also dropped off and you need to assist in storing it. Return at once.’

With enormous reluctance, he pulled away. The silvery strands fell from his fingers, much to both of their disappointments. “I… have to go.”

Izuru turned on the bed. “So you do. A shame.” The pale arms reached up and cupped his cheeks. “Very well. Run along to your duties.” With a gentle tug, he brought their foreheads together. “Continue to fool those who believe they have your loyalty. Ignorant to the fact that you are only devoted to me. That you are mine and mine alone.”

Izuru released him and laid down, the hypnotizing red eyes closing and breaking the spell they had on the caretaker. With a shake, Hajime stood up and took hold of the cart, using it to steady himself. Those declarations would always have an effect on him, no matter what.

But, he thought with a smile as he pushed the cart away, he was starting to believe the words.

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SASSY DRAGON SASSY DRAGON!!!

He looks so good! I love this a ton! Thank you so so much!

fanart for @draconicsparkle 's Wings and Scales fic, i was warming up for doodles and of course, Komaeda overtook my brain for a moment

I’m curious about something. (And also want to test this out.)

Walking Wake is so much bigger than Iron Leaves!!! Like, omg. That’s quite a difference!!!

It’s da Nagizuru! The SCP Nagizuru to be exact!

So this is going to be something different for me. I have written angst before, that is for certain. But not extreme angst. At least, not to the level as the following.

But I want to give it a shot! Especially cause @karugoround wanted to see something like this. And I got curious and visualized a story for it. So you can consider this a (very belated) birthday gift, Karu! Mega angst!!!

So before we start, I want to say this first.

Trigger warning for suicide.

And this message goes out to everyone. You are not alone. The dark clouds will pass with time. And there are people who care for you and care about you. And if you need someone to message, my inbox is open. Please stay safe.

“Ah, what a wonderful day. Wouldn’t you agree, Hajime?”

“Uh… wonderful is not the adjective I would use.”

“Oh? And why not?” Nagizuru asked as he squeezed the hand he was holding.

“Let me think. Perhaps the fact that we are wandering the halls of a highly secret location in the middle of a containment breach?” Hajime replied with exasperation, gesturing to the flashing red lights around them.

Nagizuru lifted a finger to his chin, pretending to contemplate. “Ah, I didn’t notice. I wonder who got out this time?”

Hajime rolled his eyes. “You mean besides yourself?”

The SCP smirked before tugging the human closer. “Well, that doesn’t matter. Let’s see all the sights this place has to offer! It can be like a date of some kind!”

Hajime’s face turned beet red. “A-a date?!”

Nagizuru raised an eyebrow. “Date. Noun. Definition is a social or romantic appointment or engagement.” He leaned into the other next to him. “And I’m sure you can accurately guess which of the two I would classify this as.”

The human buried his face into his free hand and groaned loudly. It made the SCP smile wider. “Oh, I do love your reactions. You are so easy to tease. It provides limitless entertainment for myself.” He tilted his head so that he could whisper into the other’s ear. “Though that fact does not make the previous words any less true.”

A high pitched whine escaped from Hajime as his emotions skyrocketed. Nagizuru smirked with satisfaction before pulling away. That would be all the teasing for now. “With that being said, come along. Let us continue. Perhaps we can find some interesting possessions left behind by the staff.” He tugged the hand he was holding gently, guiding his treasured one down a hall.

Hajime remained silent as they walked, most likely trying to regain his composure. He had more or less returned to normal by the time they had reached a larger room. There were several desks with papers and other objects scattered around. There was even a staircase on the side leading up to more offices, separated by panes of glass and a large height. “Have you been here before, Hajime?” Nagizuru inquired, picking up a small cactus that someone had decorated their desk with.

He looked back in time to see the brunette shake his head. “I mostly stick to the areas near your containment room. I don’t feel confident in my navigation skills to wander around and correctly make my way back.”

The SCP put down the cactus and teleported behind the human, hugging him tight. “You have no need to worry. For I would come find you and bring you back home safe and sound.”

Hajime made a surprised noise at the sudden embrace, but relaxed into it. “Yeah, I know you would.”

The hug kept up for a few minutes, Nagizuru enjoying this a lot. But he let go eventually, grabbing his hand again. “Now then, let’s conti-”

“Halt! Neither of you move!”

Suddenly, a horde of heavily armored soldiers stormed into the room. Each one covered head to toe in protective gear and aiming their firearms at them.

Nagizuru recognized them. They were the special force the foundation used when containment breaches occurred. The Nine-Tailed Fox force.

But he felt no fear. Nothing these humans could do were capable of harming him in a significant way. “Run along now. There is nothing for you to do here,” he stated, pulling Hajime to stand close by him.

“SCP-49878. You have broken containment. Return at once,” the leader of the squad barked in a commanding tone.

Nagizuru tilted his head. “How about… no? My date with Hajime is still in progress. It is quite rude of you to interrupt us.” He scanned the room, taking note of everything in their vicinity. And the sniper taking position in the offices above them on the other side of the glass didn’t escape his notice either. They thought they could kill him with that? How cute. “Leave us be. Go contain the others. Before you do something you regret.”

But to his disappointment, none moved. “This is your final chance. Return to your containment.”

Nagizuru grinned. “I’d like to see you try to force me.”

The leader paused. Then he uttered a single word.

“Neutralize.”

A shot rang out along with shattered glass. But strangely, he didn’t feel the impact. So where had it…

“Ah…”

Hajime let out a small sudden noise. And right after, he toppled forward, falling face first towards the hard metal floor.

Nagizuru caught him before he hit, though. He began to turn him over to see what had happened. But his eyes caught sight of something. A small hole in the side of the human’s temple. And a small stream of blood trickling down.

A heavy weight seemed to fall into his stomach at the sight. He had been shot. The sniper hadn’t been aiming for him. He had been aiming for Hajime.

His eternal smile disappeared as he finally rolled the human to see his face.

Hajime’s eyes were glassy and unseeing. His body was limp and flopped in his hold. There were no breaths being taken in and no heartbeat was audible.

All life functions had ceased within the brunette.

He was dead.

“No… no… it can’t be possible…” Nagizuru muttered, checking again and again. But every time, he reached the same conclusion.

Hajime Hinata was dead.

And there was nothing he could do to bring him back.

Once he came to that conclusion, he released a piercing, inhuman shriek that made all of the force clutch their heads in pain. And while they were distracted, they were torn apart one by one. Painfully and viciously. And the one who had taken the shot? Nagizuru made sure he felt every nanosecond of his death. Torturously slow and unbearable. He deserved it for the act he had done.

He would have kept it up for years if given the opportunity. But he couldn’t. He needed to return to Hajime. So he left the eviscerated corpse behind to return to his beloved’s side. He kneeled down, making sure to shake all the blood and gore off his claws before touching his human. He didn’t want to taint him.

He stared into the dead eyes, searching once more for signs of life. But there was none. He was gone. Gone from the world and from him.

For the first time in his existence, he felt a sharp pain rip through his soul as he held his beloved’s body in his arms. Tears began falling from his eyes, a sensation that also had never occurred. But he was not able to marvel at this, as grief clouded everything.

“Please… please don’t leave me,” he begged uselessly. “I finally found meaning. Found something I could love. Hajime… don’t go…”

He knew the rambling was pointless. Even he, with all his abilities, could not bring the dead back to life. It had not bothered him until this. What a fool he had been. He had gotten too confident. And that had resulted in the worst possible situation. He may have been invincible. But in the moment, he had forgotten that Hajime was not.

And it resulted in the greatest loss of his existence. The most painful wound. The heaviest guilt. And the most unbearable feelings of grief. And it tore him to shreds inside.

He thought no place was out of his reach. But Hajime was now in a place he could not go to.

Nagizuru then paused. An idea forming. No, he could follow Hajime. There was a way.

He stared at his claws, harder than diamond and sharper than even the finest of needles. He felt his tears begin to lessen and a smile began growing again. “Ah, how blind I was. The answer was so simple.”

Carefully, he rearranged the body he was holding, propping it up against his chest. He also closed the sightless hazel eyes. Now it simply looked like Hajime was sleeping. It eased his mind to see this. Now he could begin.

He raised his left hand up, placing the claws on his own temple. And with a quick movement, he shattered his own skull. His hand wrapped around the object inside, pulling it out.

His own brain was now in his hand, pulsating with activity. But not for much longer.

He didn’t feel any of the pain, instead looking one final time at his beloved. “Life has no meaning if you are gone from my side. So I shall readily give it up.” He kissed the cold skin. “Hajime, I’m coming to find you. No matter where you are in the afterlife, I shall not rest until we are together again. Wait for me, darling. I’ll see you soon.”

He crushed the organ in his hand. Then all faded to black.

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Nagizuru’s eyes shot open, sitting straight up on the bed he shared with Hajime. As quick as he could, he looked to his side, praying that would not find what he had just witnessed.

And to his immense relief, he saw the human under the covers, breathing deeply with a peaceful expression. The SCP felt his heart calm and his own breathing slowed as well. It hadn’t happened. They were both alive and well.

Feeling compelled, he reached over and placed his hand on the other’s cheek. The skin was warm and was subtly moving with signs of life. He also internally scanned him. Everything was as it should be. He was healthy. He was alive.

That confirmation settled his panicked mind even more. The white haired creature laid back down, moving so that he was hugging the brunette tight. Hajime made a sleepy noise, but visibly relaxed at the feeling.

Nagizuru’s thoughts raced through his mind. What had that been? A nightmare? Or had it been a vision of future events? It could have been either. But the end result was still the same. He knew what would happen if the human was to die.

Nagizuru knew a lot. He had acquired so much knowledge throughout his existence. But he knew frighteningly little about what happened once life expired. He hadn’t cared all too much, as he was an immortal soul. Death was never a concern. But now he was faced with the fact that his one source of true happiness was mortal. And once he was gone, that was it.

So he made his mind up. And he whispered it to the quiet room and sleeping Hajime. “I swear upon my existence this oath. I shall not fail you as I did in the vision. I will keep you safe. I shall make sure you are alive. No matter the cost.”

The SCP finished, taking a deep breath. He then buried his face into the brown hair, joining him in slumber once more.

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