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And now, back to our regularly scheduled giant naga Nagi. This was suggested by sweet hearts cakery. And it’s a Valentine’s Day special!!!

What will our lovestruck idiots do?

Nagito didn’t know much about human customs or holidays. All he knew was what he had been told by Hajime. But even then, it was not often a topic of conversation. Which is why it threw him for a loop when Sonia brought it up.

“Do you have any plans to celebrate Valentine's Day with your human? And special presents you are trying to make or find?”

Nagito looked over to her with total confusion. “Huh? What’s that?”

Sonia appeared surprised. “Oh? You aren’t aware of this holiday?”

Nagito shrugged. “I know about birthdays and a few others in the earlier cold months. So what’s this one?”

The blue naga clapped her hands in excitement with sparkles in her eyes. “Oh, let me tell you all I know!”

And so began a lesson between the nagas. And by the end, Nagito was astounded. He almost missed such an important holiday!? Why had Hajime not told him about this?

“It’s in a few days, right? That’s not much time. What can I possibly do for him?” he muttered to himself, staring at the cave floor with sadness.

Sonia pat his shoulder, an understanding smile on her face. “It is fine! I’m sure anything you give him will be liked. Hajime seems to be quite the kind individual.”

“But I don’t want to get him just anything! I want it to be special!” he cried out.

The female naga nodded. “I see you are certain of this. Well, if you want advice, how about something unique? Something that makes it clear that it’s from you? Something that could only be made by you?”

Nagito laid down on the stone floor, trying his best to think. Something that was unique and that only he could do? That was easier said than done. “Do you participate in this holiday? What do you do?”

Sonia laid by him, a common act between them now. “I give him some of my scales! He likes using them for all kinds of projects. Though most of the time he uses them to make clothing for me. He’s so kind.”

“Scales…” Nagito muttered, intertwining his tail with his friend’s. That would certainly make his gift unique. But he wanted to add something to make it more special. But what to do…

He thought about the times he had spent with the human, wondering if any would provide inspiration. And that proved to be the ticket, as he thought of something. “I have an idea. Can I request your help with it?”

Sonia grinned at him. “Of course! Now tell me what you came up with!”

**********

“You mean to tell me that you have not informed the emerald one of this day’s significance?”

Hajime shrugged as he wiped down the last of the spills from the earlier baking. “It’s not like I did this intentionally! It just never came up in conversation.” Checking the timer, he was pleased to see his latest set was almost done. This should be the last one before all was ready. “But I’m sure Sonia will be telling him. She knows, right?”

“Of course she does! We’ve… ahem… c-celebrated it together… over the years,” Gundham replied, burying part of his face into the scarf that he refused to remove no matter the weather or circumstances.

“Really? That’s sweet. I’m sure she appreciates it.” The timer went off and Hajime pulled the mold out of the freezer, letting his creations thaw. “Well, I hope our combined efforts pay off this year.”

“Indeed. I have yet to offer this variety of gift to my lady. And I’m positive yours has not had the opportunity to receive such a gift either.” Gundham looked out the window, staring out into the vast forest. “We are meeting them at the clearing, correct? After nutrient consumption?”

Hajime nodded. “We are. These should be ready by the time we finish eating.”

And so the two had their lunch, talking leisurely throughout. Hajime had gotten used to Gundham’s grandiose way of speaking and could pretty much understand what he meant. Therefore, he no longer found it awkward to share space or meals with him.

He even helped clean the dishes afterwards, insisting on doing his part. With the assistance, the kitchen was sparkling clean in no time again.

“Okay. I think everything is set. It’s evenly split so we can both give them something,” Hajime commented, picking up a large box carefully. He grunted with effort as the contents were heavy. Gundham similarly made noises as he picked his up. But both of them didn’t care about the weight. They could carry the boxes to their nagas and they would do it now.

They walked out and away from the house, marching towards the woods with a bit of a spring in their step. It was impossible not to be excited. It was also much more imperative that they watched where they were stepping, as they didn’t want to trip and break what was in their boxes.

It took longer than usual, but the humans safely arrived at their destination. And they were pleased to see that their nagas were already present. And in addition…

“Wait… those flowers,” Hajime said, recognizing them from the vast flower field that Nagito had brought him to. The colorful blooms had been carefully planted, almost none of the petals looking as if they had been damaged.

“You remember? I thought you might like to have some closer to home. So you can see their pretty colors whenever you like,” Nagito told him, slithering close and laying down on the ground to be at the human’s level. “There’s also one more thing. Look closer.”

Hajime did, stepping forward towards the flowers. Something flashed in his eyes, the sunlight reflecting off something in the ground. Something that looked very familiar. “You lined the area around the flowers with your scales?”

Nagito beamed. “Yes! It works both as decoration and warding the deer away from eating them. They won’t like the scent of a naga. So they will be safe!” He leaned in, bumping his nose against the human’s side. “It’s your gift for Valentine’s Day. Do you like it?”

Hajime had to put down the box in order to fully hug the larger creature. “I do. More than you know. Thank you,” he answered, rubbing his flushed cheek against the other’s.

This action made the pale cheeks he was hugging blush as well. “I… I’m glad. It wasn’t easy. Sonia and I had to go super slow when carrying them so that the dirt wouldn’t spill out. But! The result was super nice! And I’m happy I could do this on our first Valentine’s Day!”

“Ah, so Sonia helped you? That was nice of her.” Hajime briefly glanced over to the other pair, seeing the naga give the human a set of her scales and being handed the box in return. That helped remind him of his own gift. “Hey, I have something that I made for you as well. Would you… like to see it?”

Nagito’s eyes widened. “You made something for me? I think I can die happy.”

Hajime batted the skin. “You aren’t allowed to die on me. Anyways, you should at least see what it is and try it before perishing.” He pulled away from the hug to pick the heavy box back up. “Hold out your hand,” he instructed.

Nagito did so, extending his hand over and the box was placed on it. After getting a nod of approval from the brunette, the naga used a claw to carefully open the box. The reptilian eyes looked a bit confused, though in an excited way. His tongue also was darting out as he took in the scent of what was in the box.

“It’s chocolate, a kind of candy. A tradition on Valentine’s Day is to give chocolate to the one you… really like. So in my case, it’s obviously you. I’ve never made chocolate from scratch before, so I hope it tastes good. And that there’s enough in there for you.”

That last part had been the biggest challenge. Since the nagas were so large, the portion sizes of treats had to be increased significantly. And it took some trial and error to correctly discover the perfect recipe for huge chunks of chocolate. And the results were in the boxes. They had been able to make chocolate chunks that were about the size of a human head. The humans had made three each for the nagas, both hoping it would be enough.

Nagito delicately pinched one of the cubes, looking at it eagerly. “This must have taken you so much time. I can’t wait to try it!” He popped the square into his mouth, instantly melting with a happy groan at the taste. “This is the most delicious thing I’ve ever had. How is this possible? Is this magic? Are you a cooking god?”

Hajime rolled his eyes with a smile as he wiped away the tears that had gathered in the corner of the large eyes. “I cannot claim godhood. Nor am I capable of magic. Just some perseverance and hard work.”

Nagito ate another, tail tip waving in the air with happiness. “I still think it’s magic. It’s way too good to be real.”

Hajime grinned. “A good portion of the world agrees with you. It’s a widely loved treat.” His smile then softened into one more tender. “But yeah, I’m glad you liked it. And happy Valentine’s Day, my special snake.”

Nagito put the box down to hug the human to his cheek more. “Happy Valentine’s Day to you as well, my beloved.”

Masterpost

So this is a very different Nagizuru fic from what you guys are used to.

See, Karu and I have been joking around about Nagizuru being an SCP. But then inspiration struck one day. Along with the immense desire to create a fic for this au of an au. And viola. Here we are!

So please enjoy SCP Nagizuru! With Hajime along for the ride as well.

And of course, the characters in the au still belong to @karugoround. I am thankful to them for the existence of these boys. And for the chance to do fun ideas with them.

*click*

Dr. X: Today is April 14th. It is currently 4:37 pm. I am here with Hajime Hinata to answer a series of questions concerning SCP-49878. Good afternoon, Mr. Hinata. How are you feeling today?

H: Uhh, I’m doing okay I guess. All things considered.

Dr. X: I can imagine. But let’s go ahead and start the questions. How has your overall experience with SCP-49878 been?

H: That’s… a bit hard to answer in a general short answer. But I guess… It's been fine. He doesn’t do anything to me other than what you’ve seen.

Dr. X: You are aware of what classification SCP-49878 has been given by the foundation, correct?

H: Yeah. He’s what you call Apollyon, right?

Dr. X: That is correct. And are you aware of what that means?

H: That he breaks out constantly and has crazy world ending powers? Yeah… I’m aware of that… very aware.

Dr. X: Has learning of this classification changed your thinking of SCP-49878?

H: Of course it has! How could that not affect someone? But he doesn’t seem to care that I know now. In fact, I think he likes showing off his abilities to me.

Dr. X: Let’s change the line of discussion to another. When and how did you first encounter SCP-49878?

H: Hmmm… I think it was in late September? Classes had just started up at my university and I was heading back to my place. It was raining hard that night, too. I saw him on a bench near the bus stop. I’ll be honest, I thought he was homeless at first. Which is why I offered him my umbrella and a granola bar. He looked like he was my age, and I felt really bad for him. And that’s when it started.

Dr. X: Please elaborate.

H: Well, after that night, he kept just… showing up at random points. No matter where I was. But I really didn’t think much of it. It didn’t seem like it was that often at the time. And I figured he was just lonely and wanted to talk. Which I was fine with. I didn’t know anyone in the area so he was the only one who wanted to talk to me. In hindsight, that was pretty stupid of me. Who knows what could have happened if his intentions had been bad.

Dr. X: Did you have any suspicions that SCP-49878 was not human between your meeting and the recapture?

H: I had a feeling he was… strange. His mannerisms and his habit of showing up the moment I was alone were good indicators. But I didn’t have any concrete evidence until the foundation came.

Dr. X: Describe that day. What do you recall of it?

H: We had been talking in a park. It felt like a normal day. I never would have suspected anything crazy would happen. But then several armored cars pulled up and men with firearms surrounded us. I won’t deny that I was terrified. But none of that compared to what happened to… the guy who approached us.

Dr. X: Are you referring to the guard who was inverted? Organs on the outside?

H: Yes. That took me so long to come to terms with. That’s not something you can just forget.

Dr. X: The photos from that day are certainly not for the faint of heart. What was it that happened next?

H: Someone, I think the one in charge, started throwing questions at me and him. Like why this town hadn’t been destroyed yet and if I was the cause of this calmness. And he only replied with a ‘correct.’ He then… hugged me from behind and wouldn’t let go. So… they kinda had to bring me along. Not that they would have left me alone for long. I’m sure the foundation would have found a method to question me on what I did or said with him.

Dr. X: Do you know why SCP-49878 is attached to you?

H: I couldn’t tell you. But I do know for certain that he’s obsessed and possessive of me. To the point of extreme violence to others.

???: Quite so. Now tell me, is this silly little interview over? It’s time for you to return to our place.

Dr. X: Session has been interrupted by SCP-49878. Ending recording.

*click*

The doctor pulled the recorder towards them as Hajime felt arms snake around his midsection. Floating white locks of hair came into view as the supernatural force leaned his cheek into the brunette’s. “It was so terribly long of a wait. I couldn’t sit alone anymore. You know I don’t like being seperated, Hajime.”

Despite the fact that the creature behind him could and would break reality if he felt like it, Hajime felt a twinge of annoyance. “It’s been only 30 minutes! You are so impatient! I just wanted to deliver some letters to my family and answer a few questions in exchange. Was it so hard to read a book or watch a movie while I was gone?”

The man next to him pouted. “Yes. It was.”

Hajime sighed, raising a hand to run it through his short spiky hair. “You do realize how whiny you sound right now, right? Very unbefitting of a crazy apocalypse monster.” He sighed again, standing up from the metal chair and stepping away from the table. “Apologies for the interruption. I think we need to leave now.”

The doctor nodded, maintaining their neutral expression. “You are dismissed. Take him back to his containment.”

“I’ll do that.” Hajime turned to look at the SCP near him. “Come on, Nagizuru. Let’s get you back to our home.”

The white haired man grinned. “Say no more.” He was hugged to the other man’s chest, eyes forced shut as he felt a strange sense of dizziness. He was still trying to get used to it when the SCP teleported them both. And when he reopened his eyes after the dizziness faded, he saw that they were now back in the apartment-like space the foundation had created for them. “Now it’s just us again. All is correct in the universe once more.”

Hajime stepped back to sit back on their plush couch. “Dramatic. And impatient.” He rolled his eyes as he witnessed the man teleport next to him on the couch, laying his head and long hair on his lap. It was actions like this that made him temporarily forget that this man held so much power. He couldn’t help being casual with him. Much like how he was when they first met.

He recalled that night as he stroked the white hair. He remembered asking for his name. To which he had received a confusing answer.

“I was once called Nagito. Recently I have been referred to as Izuru. And there are several other titles I have been given that I don’t care much to recall at the moment. You may use whatever name you desire.”

Hajime had groaned. He hated needing to choose between options. “If you are going to be so difficult about your name, I’ll just make it easier for myself. I’ll merge the first two together. You’re Nagizuru now.”

“Nagizuru, hmmm? Interesting. So very interesting. But I shall accept that as my identity now. You alone may call me this.”

And so it began. The spiral that threw his sense of normalcy out the window of a skyscraper. But he honestly was not sure if that spiral was going up or down. But despite all the horrors he had seen, he was leaning more towards the former.

And he wouldn’t deny that the illusion of a domestic life within this facility was nice. “Did you get rid of all the dust and dirt while I was gone at least?” he asked as he looked down.

The creature smiled wide. “Affirmative. It would not do if you were to fall ill. So cleanliness is of the utmost importance. Also, I prepared food for you. Would you like it now?”

Hajime thought about it for a moment before deciding he was hungry enough for a snack. “Something small. I don’t want to spoil dinner.”

A plate of green mochi appeared in front of him. They looked fresh, as if just made. He grabbed one and took a bite, humming happily at the taste. He was thankful that Nagizuru’s magical teleportation didn’t affect food in taste or quality. And of course, the man was a master of everything. All he created was amazing.

“It is to your liking, I assume. I took notice that you prefer this over others I have provided. Is this perhaps a favorite of yours?” the SCP inquired, not moving from his position.

The brunette raised his eyebrows in surprise. “It is actually. You noticed? Thank you. I appreciate it.” He took another bite, this one seemed to taste much better than the first. “As thanks, do you want me to prepare dinner tonight?”

Nagizuru looked up at him. “That is a reasonable bargain. May I request curry?”

Giving one last pat to the white hair, Hajime stood up from the couch. “Yeah, that’s fine. Just wait here and I’ll get it started.”

The man groaned a bit at the loss of his companion, but ultimately did as requested. Just laying on the couch with his eyes closed. He looked innocent and harmless like this. It would be very easy to assume he was safe to be around.

But Hajime put that thought away for now. The SCP was safe to be around. For him at least. And he was thankful for this with each passing day.

He entered the little kitchen they had, placing the plate of mochi down on the table before pulling the fridge open. All the ingredients for curry were right there, waiting for him. How thoughtful of Nagizuru to provide everything. He grabbed all he needed and put it on the counter, starting the process of slicing the vegetables and meat.

He took his time, as there was no rush. Neither of them had events to attend nor schedules that needed to be focused on. It was nice, not having to stress about that anymore. All he needed to do now was to keep the SCP company. And all was provided to him. He was even able to still have communication with people outside of the facility. Granted, it was very limited and no one knew exactly where he was or what he was doing, but it was still comforting that he wasn’t completely cut off.

And within his decorated and clean home, it was so easy to forget the strangeness of his situation.

But there were still some instances that reminded him of this fact.

The mechanical sound of the door opening startled him. Who could that possibly be? No one entered this place other than himself and the one it was built for. Desiring answers, he moved out of the kitchen and faced the door.

There was an unfamiliar man there, dressed in orange. A Class-D. He was looking around the room while eating one of the green mochi he had snagged from the plate. “These doctors really have been hogging this place to themselves the whole time? Guess I can’t blame them. Tasty food and a clean home. Everyone would want to be here,” he muttered to himself. Then he noticed Hajime. “Oh. The room’s other occupant. You’re really young. How’d you get access to this place? Did you butter up the doctors to let you be placed in this Safe Class room?”

Hajime felt his confusion levels rise. “What do you mean? The SCP here isn’t Safe Class. You really need to leave. Escape while you still can.”

But instead of heeding his warnings, the man just smirked. “The doctor told me that you might try and convince me otherwise. That this was a dangerous room. But I know better! So you should best quit while you’re ahead. I don’t take kindly to people getting in my way. And if you try…” The Class-D grabbed his shirt collar roughly. “Well, let’s just say that I won’t go easy on you. This is your only warning, kid.” The man then shoved him away with force.

The rough push sent him stumbling backwards. But to his surprise, instead of rough furniture or the floor, his back made contact with something else. Something that he was very familiar with. And as he felt the arms wrap around him with an unbreakable solid grip, he knew that there was nothing more he could do. The man’s fate was sealed. So he shut his mouth and didn’t speak further.

He looked up to see the SCP’s expression. And it was a sight straight out of a nightmare. His long white hair was moving on its own like a nest of angry snakes. The sclera of his eyes was pitch black, the irises glowing red. His smile was wide, too wide to be human. And his teeth had elongated to sharp points. Nagizuru was displeased. And that always resulted in fatalities.

“Filthy human. Intruding into our domain. Taking our food. And daring to touch my Hajime. These actions are unforgivable.” Nagizuru’s voice sounded layered, as if another, darker version of him was speaking at the same time. It sent a chill down the humans’ spines. “Now then, corpses don’t need internal organs. So I’ll remove them for you.”

The Class-D man’s expression changed to one of pure shock. He then tried gasping for air with raspy, strained wheezes. But based on the SCP’s previous words, it seemed like the air had no lungs to go to. And there was no heart to pump blood. So the skin paled drastically in a short time. The man tipped forward, falling face first onto the floor. A few more convulsions, then he was still.

Hajime stared at the now dead man in his home. Months before, this would have terrified him and scarred him for life. But now? It was almost just an inconvenience. He took a breath and raised a question. “Can you… get him out of our place? I don’t want to risk our things reeking of death.”

Nagizuru closed his eyes and mouth for a moment. When they reopened, they appeared as they usually did. Human enough to fool those not in the know. “Of course. I too despise the stench of rot.” The body then vanished, no trace of it being left behind. “There we are. Now it’s just us again.”

Hajime relaxed again, leaning back into the tight embrace he was being held in. Though one thought did pop into existence. “Out of curiosity, where did you send him?”

Nagizuru grinned as he led the human back over to the couch. “Oh, I simply dropped the body in front of the doctor who sent him in with false information. I think their autopsy of him should send a clear message to not try that again.” He sat them down so that they were both laying on the plush cushions, still holding onto the brunette. “Now relax, my dear Hajime. I’ll finish dinner. You’ve had a stressful day and I’ll help you forget your worries.”

The human could feel the man using some abilities to make him sleepy. But he didn’t protest or fight it. Not that he could even if he wanted to. His heavy eyelids closed and he leaned his full weight into the one holding him.

He was in the clutches of danger. Stuck with a monster who could end him at any time. The knowledge inspired feelings of instinctual dread in the back of his mind. And he welcomed the feeling with open arms. For the experience was worth it.

Masterpost

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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.

Masterpost

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Thank you again! This is so cool! I love dragon Nagito in your style!

POV: You're Hinata's Shitty Parents

fanart for @draconicsparkle 's Wings and Scales fanfic! it's the scene where Hinata's parents came back and boy was that a confrontation :]

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.

Masterpost

Nagizuru really snapped, crackled, and popped those dudes, didn’t he? Can’t say they didn’t deserve it.

And Nagizuru out here about to infest all our nightmares with his award winning smile.

At long last!! I’ve finished this!! This was supposed to go up at the same time as this fic by @draconicsparkle of @karugoround ‘s Nagizuru AU but um yeah, didn’t go as planned x) life got in the way, motivation came and went, but here we go! Violence!

At first I hesitated doing either the second or last panel as a single illustration, but since draconicsparkles and I loved both of them, I ended up making a mini comic that incorporated both…. twice the occasion to draw Nagizuru’s creepy smile >:)

And under the read more is a little bonus sketch from when I first read the draft of the scene hehe