Fics like i carry (your heart in sullied hands)

This, Makima had said, is the safety. She flicked it off. Aki held the pistol up to an eye. Aimed it at the middle of Makima’s chest. It’s not a rifle, Aki, Makima had said, and she walked behind him to guide his arms straight in front of them both. And this, she said, is how you shoot to kill. Aki leaves his katana unsheathed on his desk. He signs his name in blood and calls it a night. Tomorrow, his paperwork will still be here. Tomorrow, Aki will be here and not at home, and the desk across from him will still be empty. -- "What would you do," Denji asks. "If I were a girl?" “Well, if you were especially pretty." He cradles Denji's chin with two fingers, a silvery scar just barely missing his lips. “I’d do something like this.” His breath ghosts over Denji’s mouth, and a sliver of pink, pink tongue flicks out. “And I’d kiss you.” Denji looks up at him beneath gold eyelashes. “You would?” “Yeah,” Yoshida breathes. Stronger, he says, “yes,” and straightens his shoulders, pulling from a well of resolution he could have sworn he had to move away from Denji. Or Love, redemption, and heartbreak told by three people.

Fics like i carry (your heart in sullied hands)

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