A Suggestion From Sweet Hearts Cakery! A Very Cute Idea For Sure!

A suggestion from sweet hearts cakery! A very cute idea for sure!

A staple of many fics with vast size differences. Wondering how it would be if they were similar heights. Both angsty and cute at the same time. Though I’d say this is more on the cute side.

Hey you!!! Yes, you!!! I need your ideas! Please share them with me!

While the twins were preparing and consuming a wonderful smelling dinner at the human’s home, Nagito found himself lying out in the grassy open area and staring up at the sky. He had turned himself so that he was laying on his back, gold belly scales facing up and his head resting against the soft dirt. He never tired of watching the stars, a gorgeous painting of light on a dark canvas.

He loved it when the moon was full and no clouds were present. Such a pretty sight with all the stars. He heard from Sonia that other places closer to human cities didn’t have as good of a view. Something about artificial light. But he didn’t care to analyze the reason for it. He just considered himself immensely lucky to be blessed with his forest and its natural treasures.

The only thing that was unfortunate was that he was alone to see this. Sonia and Gundham were at the eccentric human’s residence in the woods and the twins were occupied in the brunette’s home. And while he understood that humans fed themselves much differently than his kind, he couldn’t help the loneliness. His life partner was in a place he couldn’t reach. And a thought popped into his mind, one that was not new. What would life be like if he was smaller? If they were of similar sizes? Would their relationship be different?

He shut his green eyes, taking a deep breath and releasing it. The calm and stillness were encouraging his body to doze off. And he saw no reason to refuse the call. So he slowly drifted away, his last waking thoughts entirely on his human.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Nagito. It’s time to get up.”

The naga groaned and buried his face in his arms, wanting to continue his rest.

“Come now, don’t be so stubborn. It’s late morning. You can’t sleep the day away.”

The voice above him kept insisting. But not yet! He was still very sleepy.

“I see. Guess I have no choice but to do this.”

Nagito jolted as he felt someone card their hands through his hair. Nails gently scratched at his scalp, making him let out happy noises in response. “Feels… nice…” he sleepily whispered, tilting his head for a better angle.

“Glad you think so. Maybe you can have more of you get up and come with me.”

It was tempting, so very tempting. He guessed it wouldn’t hurt to do as the voice said if he got more head scratches. So he slowly blinked his eyes open, adjusting to the light. Though once the haziness cleared, he shot up suddenly. “Hajime? Wait, why are you…?”

The brunette tilted his head eyebrow raised. “Why am I what?” he asked, at eye level with the naga.

Nagito wasn’t able to reply for a few moments. Hajime… was the same size as a naga? Or was he now more human-sized? He still was in his normal body, as he felt and saw his emerald tail. But somehow, there was no massive size difference. Magic? A different universe? Or something else?

Whatever the reason, he did not care. This was an opportunity that he would not waste. “Nothing. Pay no mind to my earlier question. Can you please lead the way? I’m still sleepy and need a handsome, reliable guide to help me.”

Hajime rolled his eyes with a blush. “If you really want me to, I can’t say no. Come on, let’s go,” he said as he held a hand out. Nagito stared at the hand, slowly slotting his own on top of it. So similar in size now. His were only slightly longer, but he was able to grab hold without fear. He squeezed the hand, smiling when he felt a squeeze back. Hajime laughed a bit. “You’re acting like you haven’t held my hand before. Do you like doing it that much?”

Nagito squeezed again, meeting the hazel eyes. “I would never tire of holding your hand. All the touches we share are special.”

“I think so, too.” Hajime tugged on his hand, silently requesting for the naga to follow him. To which Nagito was more than happy to do so. They traveled through the house they were in, though Nagito didn’t recognize any of the decorations or furniture. It was as if they were in a totally different house. But he didn’t pay it much mind, as he was enjoying this so much.

They finally reached a large open room, with a few chairs and a tv on the wall. “Here. We can relax in this room together.”

Nagito smirked as he moved in closer. “Hajime. Did you wake me up only to relocate me to this room? Did you perhaps miss my company?”

Hajime rolled his eyes, though his cheeks were still tinted red. “And what if I did? Are you complaining?”

The white hair bounced as Nagito shook his head. “Not at all. It’s perfect.” Then he finally went for it, something he had wanted to do for so very long. He wound his arms around the human’s body, hugging him tight. “It’s just as wonderful as I imagined. I’ll never forget this feeling,” he whispered to himself, closing his eyes and nuzzling into Hajime’s neck.

He felt the human’s strong arms wind around his back, one on his upper back and the other tracing the area where skin met scales. “Clingy, aren’t you? But I can’t blame you. I’m crazy about you, too.”

Nagito sighed blissfully, lowering both himself and his beloved onto the floor. He laid him down on his coils, making sure he was comfortable as he did. “This okay?” he still asked.

Hajime began petting his locks again. “Couldn’t wait til we got to the couch? I’m fine with that.”

Nagito leaned into the scritches, whining happily. “So good. I love whenever you do this. No matter what size.”

“Size?” Hajime questioned, though his hands didn’t stop their movements in his hair.

Nagito opened his eyes slightly. “I know this isn’t my reality. I’m dreaming. And it’s a truly wonderful dream. When I wake up, you will be different. But only in size. You are just as sweet and caring as my Hajime. Truly, I am the luckiest naga in the world.”

Dream Hajime hummed. “Glad to hear that you think so highly of me. But now that you know this is a dream, do you want to awaken?”

Nagito shook his head, clinging tight. “Not yet. Let me indulge in this feeling for a little longer.”

“As you wish.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Nagito didn’t keep track of how much time passed in the dream world. All he really remembered was being softly pulled away from the embrace by a warm light. It had been so comforting, so he didn’t fight it. The next thing he knew, he was opening his eyes in the real world. And he was delighted when he felt and saw his Hajime petting his hair. Though he did have to strain his arms a bit to reach.

His beloved did notice his consciousness, lowering his arms and resting them on his cheek. “Hey, I didn’t mean to wake you. We didn’t mean to take so long. You can go back to sleep. I just wanted to come check on you.”

He was so small compared to the naga. Not even taller than his shortest finger. But somehow, in this small body, there was so much kindness. So much care. It made his heart beat like crazy.

Carefully, Nagito used his hand to hug the human to his cheek. He wanted to say one thing before falling back asleep. “No matter what bodies the universe places us in, be it big or small, same or different species, I know one thing for certain. You are the one I love the most. Please don’t forget that.” He let his hand fall away and he closed his eyes, drifting off into a dreamless sleep. He looked forward to the next morning, when he could see his beloved again.

Masterpost

Found some new additions to my shiny Pokémon plushie collections. This time featuring two of my favorites!

Going to conventions is so fun. Cosplaying too!

I have a strong, sneaking suspicion that some will really REALLY like this nagizuru fic. The mental image it will paint in your minds will be a splendid one, for sure.

And if it makes you feel things, do feel free to share your thoughts. I am most curious.

As always, the au is by @karugoround! And I am very grateful for the chance to help these two grow and interact. Very fun indeed!!!

Hajime grumbled as he pushed his cart into the elevator. He was not pleased with how things had been going today.

The reason? Some imbecile had decided to leave a bucket full of water behind him while he was gathering materials and he had tripped over it, soaking his clothes. The laughs that his fall caused led him to believe it hadn’t been an accident. And unfortunately, Hajime didn’t have enough time to get changed. All he had been able to do was grab another change of clothes and put them on the cart to Izuru’s room. He hoped the Ultimate Hope would allow him to use his bathroom to change while he ate.

He tried to wipe his displeased grimace off his face as he swiped his card and entered the room. Of course, he wasn’t successful in fooling the best analyst in the world.

“It seems an unfortunate accident occurred. A possible sabotage? You know you only need to reveal their identity for them to receive their punishment.”

The offer was given to him half a second after he walked in. And Izuru looked to be a mixture of subtle amusement and not so subtle aggression. Hajime felt his mood improve upon seeing this, feeling slightly vindicated for his anger at the incident.

But he still shook his head. “I couldn’t really tell you. I didn’t see whoever put the bucket behind me. Just that they were new.”

Izuru rested his head on a hand while laying on his side. “I’m sure that’s the case. No one who has been here for more than a week would dare do such a thing to you otherwise. If only they knew what misfortune they have brought upon themselves.”

Hajime raised an eyebrow. “Wait. So you can affect people even if you’ve never seen them?”

“My abilities are not to be underestimated, my dear caretaker.”

Izuru fell silent after, sitting up on the bed and extending his arms for the routine tests. Hajime took a few moments to think on what he was told. It sometimes really did seem like Izuru really had surpassed human limits and was some supernatural force.

However, he didn’t dwell on these for long, as he didn’t want to make his charge wait any longer than he had to. So despite his discomfort of being in soaked clothes, he did the tests as he usually did. And he breathed a sigh of relief once he handed the plate of food off to Izuru. “I hope you don’t mind if I borrow your bathroom. I won’t be long, I swear.”

The experiment took his first bite, then nodded. “Very well.”

Breathing a sigh of relief, Hajime grabbed his dry clothing and entered the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He was quick to shed the wet pants, shirt, and suit jacket. Thankfully, his undergarments had escaped the water, so he didn’t have to remove those. But the same could not be said for his eye covering. He undid it, the strip of cloth lowered onto the wet pile. But as he moved to grab his dry set, he found himself drawn to what he saw in the mirror.

A body riddled with scars.

He quickly averted his gaze, not liking what he saw. All of them were acquired during his time at the lighthouse. And while he might not have any regrets in coming to this place, that didn’t mean he had no opinions on the scars. He was damaged. Worthless. Undesirable. No one would look his way if they knew what he hid under his clothing.

He sighed with a deep frown, reaching over to grab his shirt. But his progress was halted when he felt arms wrap around his waist from behind. Panicking, his eye shot back to the mirror.

He was no longer the only one in the bathroom. That much was clear by the sight of a smiling Izuru staring right into his working eye from the reflective glass. “S-sir? Was I… taking too long?”

He felt the hum as Izuru rested his head on his caretaker’s shoulder. “Not at all. I grew bored and wished to join you. And to see a new sight.”

Hajime frowned again. “It’s not much of a sight. I’m… not easy to look at anymore.”

“I have to disagree.”

The firm statement made the brunette pause, booting him out of his unhappy spiral. He looked over to the Ultimate Hope, who had raised a hand to begin tracing the scar on his chest. “Where did this one come from?”

Somehow, the question also eased his mind. “A lightning strike from three weeks into my job. I somehow survived without too much damage.”

“I see.” Izuru then moved to his right leg, where a nasty long cut disfigured his skin. “And this?”

“A week after recovering from the lightning strike. The ceiling gave out and sent lots of metal appliances crashing down. A sharp piece cut my leg open,” Hajime replied. “Thankfully, it doesn’t inhibit my ability to walk. I often forget it’s there.”

A finger then traced around his blind eye. “I know what caused this.” Then the pale hands reached down to grab his wrists. They lifted them up, displaying the several small cuts and burn scars littering his hands and arms. “But I do not know the origin of these. Do inform me.”

Hajime managed a small smile. “These don’t have crazy stories. They are all from minor accidents in the kitchen, preparing things for you. N-not that I blame you or anything! I would never!”

The white haired man laughed, the sound a wonderful noise. “Calm yourself, my dear caretaker. I assure you that the thought never crossed my mind.” He let go of the right wrist, returning it to its position around Hajime’s waist. But he kept hold of the left one, twisting and turning it as if trying to memorize every detail. “So many scars. So many encounters with harm. But you survived them all, even the dangerous ones. You have quite a tenacious soul. Something I am most pleased about. And I enjoy the sight of your collection, for it is an admirable one.” Izuru then raised the hand towards his face, planting a quick and gentle kiss to the damaged skin.

Hajime hadn’t thought it possible, but he felt the most intense amount of emotions flooding through his body. Nothing the Ultimate Hope had said or done to him had ever affected him this much. His entire body went scarlet. He knew this because he saw it happen in the mirror.

Izuru smirked, enjoying the sight, too. “My, my. One would think that you enjoy my praise. Do not worry though, for I shall reveal this information to no one. Your secrets are safe with me.” The experiment withdrew, stepping away and out the door. “My curiosity has been satiated. You may continue as you were. Though I do insist you keep the door open.”

The embarrassed whine that threatened to escape was barely contained. Just barely. He heard the bed creak as Izuru returned to laying on it, which prompted the brunette to complete the task he came into the bathroom to do. And as ordered, he left the door open. He got dressed in a speed he had never accomplished before, fueled by embarrassment most likely. Though his eye covering was being difficult for some reason. He tried and tried again as he left the bathroom, biting his lip in frustration as it slipped off another time. “Stupid thing. Stay on!” he muttered to himself.

“Calm yourself, Hajime. It won’t do to be so upset. Come to me. Allow me to assist.” Izuru’s gentle voice beckoned him over. And he dutifully obeyed without question. He sat on the bed near the experiment, feeling his cold fingers on his head once more. The fabric was woven around his face, placed and tightened with expert hands. It wasn’t long until the eye was fully covered.

But before he could stand up, the hands placed themselves on his chin, turning his head to make eye contact with the Ultimate Hope. The ruby red eyes scanned his face, observing him in his entirety. He appeared satisfied by this. “Not a hair out of place. Excellent.”

The blush that had just faded returned with full force. He was certain Izuru could feel it along with seeing it. But no additional emotion ran across the man’s face. A perfect doll-like smile, unreadable and unchanging. And a sight Hajime would never tire of seeing.

“Th-thank you, sir,” he stammered out, not daring to move out of the hold he was in. He wasn’t in charge here and he knew his place very well.

It didn’t last too long this time, Izuru’s hands and arms pulling back to slip under the covers again. “Now that you are properly dressed once more, I shall allow you to attend to your other duties. Oh, and do be sure to avoid the first floor today. I sense the new hire training will go poorly for a few souls.”

Understanding the implications, the caretaker nodded. “Yes, sir. I shall remain on the floors above.”

“Good, good. Now run along. I grow weary,” Izuru told him, eyes closing.

Hajime stood and pulled the covers up and around the experiment’s shoulders. “Sleep well. I shall see you soon.”

Masterpost

So is this late? I guess you could say it is later than I usually post. But I don’t set deadlines for anything I make. Cause it’s so much less stressful for myself. I wanna have fun with what I make. And sometimes it requires a few extra days.

Explanation over. It’s Nagizuru time.

But hey… wanna see something amazing by @valictini?

I also helped @karugoround with this.

Oh, and this too! By @dice-nagito-ace!

And now, onto my contribution to the glorious au.

Hajime had already thought that SCP-49878 was clingy. Ever since the moment they met. Outside of the facility, every moment he was alone, the entity had shown up. Once in the facility, the creature followed him even if others were present. He had hardly gotten any time to himself since meeting him.

But now? It was so much worse.

Now he was lucky if he had a few seconds alone. Nagizuru was his second, always present shadow. Everything he did was witnessed. The only time it was possible to get away was for the restroom. And even then, Nagizuru was nearby, as if guarding him.

It had happened overnight. One day he was relatively fine. The next he was the worst type of helicopter partner. And so life had been different in the two weeks following the first day.

Hajime didn’t protest it. And neither did he question it. He had the feeling that Nagizuru was doing this for a reason. Maybe a particularly hostile SCP had been brought in and he didn’t know about it. Maybe it was something that his species did on occasion. Whatever the reason was, Hajime knew that the creature was extra protective and obsessive now.

And it occasionally made tasks ever so slightly harder.

“Nagizuru! Come on, I can walk by myself!” he was currently shouting at the man in the doorway of their room. He had felt arms wrap around his back and legs, scooping him off the floor and holding him bridal style.

Nagizuru simply held him close as he began walking. “I am aware of that.”

Hajime waited, expecting more of an explanation. But none came. So he huffed and crossed his arms. “Is there any possibility of convincing you to put me down?”

The man glanced at him before looking forward again. “No.”

The brunette groaned, accepting his fate as he was carried through the hallways. “You’re lucky that I’m allowing this, you know,” he stated loudly with a bit of annoyance lacing his tone.

“I am fortunate. That is true,” Nagizuru replied. “And I intend to stay fortunate.”

He fell silent again. And Hajime gave up trying to converse. So he tried to just enjoy the ride, carried through the hallways to a specific laboratory.

He felt his cheeks redden when they entered, several doctors staring at them with bewilderment. “Don’t ask. I don’t know why either,” he told them.

Thankfully, they regained composure very fast. That was normal behavior for this place. “Right. If you are fine with it, we shall begin the tests once you sit in the chair.”

Nagizuru clearly didn’t want to put him down, tightening his grip and growling. The doctors took a step back, very wary now.

Hajime reached up and yanked some of the hair. “Quit that. You know what these tests involve. Don’t act like it’s a new, potentially threatening thing. Behave yourself while this happens. Got it?”

The SCP whined and hugged him close. “Okay. I’ll let you down.” Hajime raised an eyebrow, expecting something else. “And I’ll behave.”

The human nodded, patting the white hair. “Good. Thank you.” He was placed on the floor near the chair, which he sat down in quickly. “Okay, let’s get this over with. I don’t know how patient he will be.”

The doctors understood and began immediately. And so began a routine of tests. It was almost like a doctor’s exam. They checked his vitals and chemical makeup once every two weeks. They told him this was to check if constant exposure to the SCP changed him in some way. Hajime saw no problems with it, so he agreed to participate. And so far, nothing had been different.

Soon, they had all they needed from him and went to work examining their samples. His breathing and pulse had been normal. No sign of sickness. He was in pretty good shape.

All it came down to was waiting for the blood and cell samples to be examined. It sometimes took a while. But this time seemed longer than typical. The doctor kept looking in the microscope, then looking at their notes. And again. And again.

To the point where every human was curious. “Is there something amiss?” another doctor asked.

The microscope doctor slowly pulled away with a look of shock. “His blood and cells… they’re the same.”

This led to more questions. “What do you mean they’re the same? Why are you so astounded by it?”

The first looked slowly over to Hajime. “It’s EXACTLY the same from last time. There’s no sign of change whatsoever. It’s like they are frozen in time.”

Hajime was stunned. “So… what does that mean for me in the long run?”

He felt the entity hug him from behind. “Why are you so concerned by this, my dear? Aren’t you pleased by this development?”

The way that was said instantly made Hajime suspicious. And when he glanced over at his face, he noticed that Nagizuru looked way too pleased with things. Like he had a part in it.

“What did you do?” he demanded, glaring at the entity.

Nagizuru grinned. “Why, I gave you humanity’s most desperate desire. Aren’t you lucky?”

“That doesn’t answer my question. What did you do to me?!” he practically yelled.

The SCP looked a bit startled at the volume, but answered still with a smile. “You no longer shall age! You are immortal like me! We shall live forever together now!”

Dead silence filled the room. No one knew quite what to say. Nagizuru had stopped Hajime’s body from aging? He would not grow older than his body currently was? For the rest of time?

A flurry of emotions rushed through Hajime’s mind. And all of them were negative. He stood up suddenly, breaking out of the SCP’s hug. Then he stormed out of the room, anger fueling his pace. He swiftly walked away from the room, no particular destination in mind. All he wanted was to be far away from the cause of this change.

But the creature teleported in front of him, looking confused. “Hajime? Are you alright?”

Hajime didn’t acknowledge him and just walked around him. The entity teleported again. “Hajime, talk to me. Did they do something during the tests to upset you? I can reprimand them if that’s the case.”

“I’m not mad at them,” Hajime spat out, walking around the SCP again.

But his gait was interrupted as Nagizuru hugged him from behind again. “Then what are you angry about, my dear?”

The human tried to break out of the hold, but found it too strong to do so. It made him more mad. “When…?”

Nagizuru tilted his head. “When? I don’t understand what you mean.”

Hajime sent him a full on glare, staring right into the red eyes. “When did I give consent to you changing my body like that?”

Nagizuru stiffened, clearly understanding now that the human’s ire was directed at him and him alone. “I… thought you would be overjoyed. Don’t all humans wish to live forever?”

The brunette tried again, this time successful in separating from the white haired man. He began marching away.

“Hajime? Please wait.”

Nagizuru appeared beside him, this time floating and matching his pace. Hajime only glanced at him and kept walking. “Do you have any intention of reversing this? To bring my body back to normal?”

Silence.

That was enough of an answer for him. “I see. Now leave me be. I need some time alone. And DON’T follow me.”

He turned a corner suddenly and walked down it. Nothing teleported in front of him. No one was beside him. And nothing was behind him. He didn’t look back. He couldn’t find it in him to care. He was only slightly comforted by the fact that now he had some time alone. That’s what he needed right now.

~~~~~~~~~~

It had been two days since Hajime discovered his body had ceased aging. Two days since he had last interacted with SCP-49878.

Needless to say, things were tense.

Word had spread about his new condition amongst the staff. Thankfully, they all knew better than to try and talk to him about it. They acted as though nothing was different. Something Hajime appreciated.

He had spent a lot of the past two days thinking very hard about what he had learned. He would live forever if nothing killed him. He would outlive all his family and friends outside of the facility. And because of this, he couldn’t really consider himself human anymore. And something about that terrified him. Especially because it had been done to him without his knowledge.

He felt as though he had been betrayed. He had trusted the SCP to not do anything to him. And things had been going so well. Aside from the occasional freaky occurrence, life had been going well with their unique relationship.

But it was different now. Would it ever be similar to how it was before? He didn’t know. What he did know was that he had to have a serious talk with Nagizuru. He just… didn’t know when he would have the opportunity.

But that opportunity came to him out of nowhere. In the form of a panicked doctor running up to him. “Hajime! You need to come quickly. SCP-49878 is exhibiting odd behavior that we believe is dangerous. Can you calm him down?”

Hajime looked down at the floor, sighed, and then nodded. “Where is he?”

“Up in the sky above the facility. He’s covered in shadows and his eyes are glowing. So we know he’s staring down at the facility.”

“Of course he is,” Hajime muttered. Though he supposed the dramatic actions weren’t totally unexpected. After all, Hajime had been refusing physical contact with him. Even going as far as sleeping on the couch instead of the bed. Not getting the closeness he wanted surely put the entity in a foul mood.

He followed the doctor, being led right to the entrance where several others were gathered. They parted ways for him, knowing he was the only one capable of stopping this monster from wreaking havoc. And so he exited the facility's doors, looking skyward.

Nagizuru was easy to spot. He was a dark cloud hovering in a sea of blue sky. And the small crackles of electricity that he was releasing gave his location away. The only thing visible in the dark abyss was the twin red eyes, both of which had locked onto the brunette.

Hajime stared for a moment before speaking. “Nagizuru. We need to talk. Now. Take us somewhere private.”

Part of him worried that making these demands would get him killed. After all, he was yelling at a cosmic being capable of destroying the world. This was further tested as the dark shape teleported right in front of him suddenly and with no warning. It took everything he had to not react even as those around him freaked out. Those glowing red eyes stared at him, the sparks the only sound. After a tense minute, inky black tendrils shot out from the cloud, wrapping around his wrists and pulling him forward. He made contact with the creature’s body, which further enveloped him. Then the familiar dizzy sensation. Once it faded, he looked around to confirm that they were back in their home.

He pulled away, surprised when there was no resistance. But he didn’t let it show, pointing to the couch. “Sit. And return to a human body. Then we will talk.”

The shadows dispersed, leaving behind the form he knew best. The smile was still there, but clearly very strained. The man gracefully sat down on the couch, hands on his lap and looking expectantly at the other.

Well, it was time for the uncomfortable discussion. Hajime figured it was best to just get on with it. “You know why I’m mad, correct?”

A nod. But no words.

“And you are still certain that you won’t change my body back to being mortal.”

Another nod.

Hajime let a little emotion seep into his next question. “Why, Nagizuru? Why would you do this?”

“So that we may never part.”

A simple answer. Almost childish. And it was said with such certainty, like Hajime was a fool for thinking otherwise. Frankly, it ticked him off. “What do you mean? We are together almost all the time! You take up like 95% of my attention! Is that not enough?”

The hands on Nagizuru’s lap curled into fists. “That… was not what I meant.”

“Oh. So you meant that I would be able to spend eternity with you.” Hajime took a breath to try and calm himself. It didn’t work. “I am not okay with what you did to me. More than not okay. Do you realize what you did? You took away what makes me human! Without telling me!”

Nagizuru stood up, hair writhing to display his agitation. Then he spoke with an angry tone. “Being human means you are fragile. Weak. Vulnerable. Mortal. One bullet is all it would take to kill you. And I can’t allow that to happen again.”

That last sentence made everything grind to a halt in Hajime’s brain. All anger was gone, replaced by confusion. “Again? What… what do you mean by again?”

The emotions in Nagizuru changed just as fast as they did in Hajime. Now he looked… nervous. Fearful. Things Hajime had never seen the entity display.

“I… I had a vision of something. I don’t know if it was a nightmare or a prophetic message. Regardless of what it was, it led to my decision,” Nagizuru admitted, hugging himself tightly.

The brunette stepped forward, caressing the pale cheek with a hand. “What did you see?”

The SCP leaned into the touch, eyes closing. “You being killed in front of me. And there was nothing I could do to bring you back. All because I was negligent.”

“Is… that why you were so protective these last weeks? You were guarding me?”

He nodded. “I realized a few things from this vision. That you are fragile and can be taken away from me so easily should the circumstances be unfavorable. And what I would do if you did die.”

Hajime stared into the red eyes again. “What would you do?”

“Destroy those responsible. Then end myself.”

The declaration was said with complete confidence. That Nagizuru meant what he said. “You would…”

His unfinished question was answered. “You are the only thing I have found worthy in this universe. I see no reason to continue existing if you pass on. So I… took measures to ensure that would never occur. The first being your human aging. I didn’t mean to hide the fact. And I thought you would like it. It appears that I was wrong. You continue to astound me. I would have never predicted the events that occurred.” He glanced off to the side. “Though… I do wish it had been a different outcome.”

While Hajime was still not happy with his mortality being taken away, he felt that he understood why Nagizuru did what he did. It was a desperate attempt to keep his only companion with him. And considering he was the first to make an impact on the creature in his whole life, well, it painted a very lonely existence.

He sighed again. “Listen. You can’t just change my body without telling me. Next time you have worries or scary thoughts, just talk to me, okay? Also, ask me before you do anything to… change me. Even if it’s some serious medical condition you sense. I want to know and have a say in what happens.”

The red eyes widened, the smile growing. “You mean… you forgive me?”

Hajime removed his hand from the creature’s face and held up a finger. “For the record, I’m still mad at you. And I probably will be for a while.”

Nagizuru whined, grabbing onto the hand with both of his. “Hajimeeeee! Don’t leave me again! I’ll do all the chores and cooking! I’ll make all your favorite meals! We can watch whatever you want! Just let me be near you!”

Hajime rolled his eyes. “Who would have guessed that you were the dark cloud of destruction above the facility if they saw you right now?” But he fixed him with a serious look. “But you need to swear to me that you won’t do this kind of thing again. That you will talk to me before doing anything.”

Nagizuru looked back, also firm. “I swear upon the cosmos that I will inform you of any and all actions I may perform upon you from this moment going forward. Be it large or small.”

The brunette smiled. “Good. Now I’m sure you want to-”

His sentence cut off as the SCP hugged him tight. “Ahhh, I missed this so much. How did I survive without these?” The hug continued for a while, Nagizuru not wanting to let go. Though he did perk up when he thought of something. “Oh! Isn’t there a doctor employed by this foundation that’s functionally immortal and was once human? Maybe you should ask him about some things. What was his name? Dr. Br-”

“Uh, no. I’m not asking that guy anything,” Hajime interrupted fast. He had heard several stories about that person and had no intention of interacting ever if he could help it. “I’ll just figure things out myself. And I’m enlisting you to help me. As punishment for your actions. In addition to all the other things you promised.”

Nagizuru nuzzled into his hair. “I hear you loud and clear. Call upon my assistance whenever you require.” He then picked the man up, settling into the couch with him on his lap. “Now then! We shall commence our very overdue time together. You won’t refuse, will you?”

“You are the world’s neediest cosmic horror,” Hajime stated, but he still leaned in. He missed the comfort of touch and closeness, though he wouldn’t admit it.

He still was very unsure on how he felt about his new status. And he was sure he wouldn’t for a long time. But he wasn’t alone. He had someone who would be there to help him though it. And that thought was comforting.

Masterpost

Still open to asks! I love interacting with y’all

Btw, y’all are more than welcome to send me asks or message me about things. Be it my aus or other stuff! I am always happy to interact with others on this site!

Holy crap! That was so fast! I’m super amazed and in awe.

Look at the supernatural storm cloud pouting!

Thank you so much. I love this a ton!

凪 (Nagi)

Nagi - calm (at sea) or lull; taken from "after a storm comes a calm"

fanart for the recent chapter @draconicsparkle did :]

sobs i swear i put this in this acct, screw you tumblr

Credits:

SCP!Nagizuru belongs to @draconicsparkle and @karugoround