Title: What’s Taking A Life or Two? (If It Means Getting to Keep You)
Pairing: Hanma Shuji/Female Reader
Word Count: 5.7k
Warnings: angry outbursts, discussion of previous dr*gging, details of torture, mention of blood play (sorta?), gun trafficking, discussing violent nightmares, unprotected sex, MDNI, uh Hanma may cry a lil bit.
A/N: I like when you guys pop into my inbox to talk about the chapters. Pls I wanna know how you feel about this one skdjksj. also Luna, mi amore, thank you for being my beta for this chapter <3
As if he wasn’t already over protective (or possessive), Hanma doesn’t let you do a single thing without being by your side or the first to do it. Meals are made by him or they’re ordered in. If you need something from a store or remember a task that needs completing, he’s barking orders at someone else. He hardly lets you stand, which, honestly, is probably for the best. The wound still weeps red and will for a few more days, so moving feels atrocious. Everything hurts no matter the twist or turn and Hanma sees this in the harshly made lines of your face.
“Can I at least make you a drink?” You ask after being catered to hand and foot for the last handful of days. “I feel like I’ve done nothing but sit here.”
“Rest,” he says. “Get better. That’s what I want you to do.”
“But, Hanma–”
“No.” A kitchen cabinet closes and the sound of a glass being set on a counter reaches your ears. “It should be easy enough for you to sit there and look pretty.”
