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Arcane Characters and THEIR Songs (PART ONE: Jinx)

Jinx- Seigfreid by Frank Ocean (2:52-3:38) / 4 Morant (better luck next time) / I’m Tired by Labrinth / La Hija De Nadie by Yolanda del Rio / King for a Day by Pierce the Veil / All Around Me by Flyleaf / Step on Me by The Cardigans

Jinx & Ekko- RUNNING OUT OF TIME by Tyler, the creator/ ARE WE STILL FRIENDS by Tyler / Out of Touch Darly Hall & John Oates / White Ferrari (2:44)

Jinx & Silco- August 10 by Julie Doiron / Polarize by Twenty-one Pilots / Like Him by Tyler, the creator / Amor Eterno by Rocío Dúrcal /Backstabbed by Kesha

Jinx & Vi- Whats the use of feeling (blue) from Steven Universe / Two Birds by Regina Spektor / Space Song by Beach House / Pride by Kendrick Lamar / Backstabbed by Kesha

Jinx & Isha- Watermelon By John + Jane Q. / Heartache by Toby Fox / Hug Me by Pharrell Williams and Trey Parker

Powder - Crybaby by Melanie Martinez / Motion Sickness by Phoebe Bridgers (0:00-0:20) /

Jinx & Caitlyn- Who is She by I Monster

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Let me know if you wanna see anyone else or want me to add more for jinx!

(The parenthesis for specific time slots in the songs.)

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What I Think the Arcane Cast Would Major within College (Piltover)

Jayce - I don't know why but Jayce breathes the unfortunate desperation and social brain deadness of computer science majors. If not that then computer engineering. Just similar majors that are a lot more of brain worky stuff. Viktor - (And I know he wasn't BORN in Piltover but I feel like he spends most of his later time up there.) Okay so I could say Viktor's is the same for the sake of him working with Jayce AND we all know how his arc goes but I would dare say Biomedical Engineering. And I hope that explains itself. Caitlyn - I think that Caitlyn if she ever went to college, would have a liberal arts degree and would have dabbled with classes like communications, debate, public relations, and so on. Stuff that her mom would make her take considering her political relevance. And she'd be in the type of family that expects her to do that first THEN join a police force or something.

Heimerdinger - I feel like this is really awkward to headcanon considering this is a creature that is hundreds of years old so I'll just say he is one of those professors who has taken classes for every major possible but ended up in some type of ancient literature class. Mel - Business/ Business Administration degree. Mel is very clever and well-versed in public relations. She would be very good at taking the lead on a business and even as a woman in a male field in the real world she would be great at getting men to do what she needs them to. #girlboos

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The Arcane obsession is going hard I need to CREATE

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CAT AND MOUSE

(jinx x reader) fem!reader

You rarely traversed into the streets of Zaun with the recently prominent shimmer outbreak. Crime was on the rise and it was dangerous to be outside. Especially, for a 'pretty thing like yourself'. So you were cautious as you held your charming new trinkets in your bag close to your chest. With each street corner you had to turn you peaked first before walking out. You felt as if you always heard glass crumpling below someone's feet or bricks sliding off of their rooftops and that always kept you on edge. When a noise particularly shook you, you would clutch the bag fearfully. It would be easier to let the cumbersome bag hang by your side but you had strict instructions by your boss to protect the contents with your life. You knew he was being dramatic but you took apprenticing very seriously.

About ten minutes into your journey you felt the fatigue making your arms heavy like they were made of lead. Surely, it would be alright if you sat down for a second, just somewhere no one would see you. You looked up at the darkened air of the sky and then turned your head to look at the surrounding buildings. Your eyes fell on a particularly crowded alleyway. Making your way over you were careful to listen for any footsteps or conversation. Now that you thought of it you didn't know where you were, you were just retracing your steps from the shop. Taking careful note of where you were, you stepped tentatively between the narrow buildings. You were sure there was no one for at least another street. Upon entering the alleyway you tried to relax ignoring the various roof noises. These buildings were old and probably hanging on by a thread.

Looking at a worn-down box you tapped it with your foot. There were some hard materials in it, to you, making it fit for sitting on. You looked at the two trashcans in the alley that had space between them and slid the box over. It was perfect as it hid you completely and so when you sat down you let the bag rest on your lap you rustled through your pockets for the snack you were toting with you. It was a bread bun with a thin orange glaze. A treat from your boss from one of his Piltover trips. You began peeling the packaging open but before long you heard the rumbles and laughs of what you could only assume was a group of men. You froze in pure distress as you listened closely. It only sounded like they were getting closer. With no other options, you felt you had to check if they were coming this way. You slowly leaned forward and turned to look down the side of the alley that you came from. They stood there and then you heard them speaking clearly, "I thought I saw her goin' this way."

"Well we don't see her now do we?" One of them turned his head around surveying the area. "Listen, she would've either this way or-" Mid-sentence the random man turned his head looking down the alley she was down with his hand lifted to gesture towards it. Quick as possible you pulled your head back but it seemed it would've already been too late and the cherry on top was that when your back met the building behind you a loose brick slid down and cracked into the ground. Now everything afterward was unnervingly silent and you could hear their footsteps getting closer now some of them laughing in enthusiasm. You shut your eyes in panic feeling sickeningly scared. Thoughts ran through your head. You could run to the other side of the alley but then you would be lost running the risk of not knowing how to get back, or worse, running into another group. Not only that but your bag was so heavy and uneven that you knew it would slow you down-

As all these thoughts crossed your mind you heard one of the guys yelp in pain after a loud scrape. Soon after there was a crashing sound with the splintering of wood. You heard mixed yelling and a more feminine voice say something but by now you had your hands over your ears at the overwhelming noise. It was too much for you to handle. After a few minutes that felt like an hour, you felt someone poke at your knee. Yelling out in fear you kicked out your legs and moved your arms to protect your face. Tilting your head downwards. Because of the commotion, the bag slipped from your lap and with it, you saw your snack almost fall but whoever was in front of you caught it midair. Trying to catch your breath you noticed how pale and slim the hand was with long pink and blue nails. You started to move your sights upwards and moved your arms. Looking at the stranger in front of you you noticed how her face was just as pasty as her hand. Her eyes were wide and a vibrant blue just like her hair that ran past her whole figure surrounding her on the ground. At first, she seemed a little irritated but as her eyes widened she had an innocent look to her. She tilted her head side to side as she looked at you. You knew you had seen her somewhere before. Heard things about a girl who looked just like her. Abruptly she moved her arm holding your bread right up to your face. For the first few seconds not much was spoken between you but as the buzz of fear left you you reached up and slowly grabbed your snack. "Thank..you?"

"You know it's not safe for a... girl to be walking out here." The stranger had said to you. Confused you responded, "And what does that say for you?" She raised her eyebrow at you and pointed an accusatory finger at you as she pushed herself to stand. "I'm not weak. Not like you." That was your cue to scoff and stand too. Scooping up your bag and slinging the strap over your shoulder you shot back with a million questions. "Well, who are you anyway? Where did you come from? Why did you help me?" Whoever this was didn't wait up for you though. Instead, she turned and started walking out of the alley. "If I knew you would be such a chatterbox I wouldn't have." You watched as she stepped over the unconscious bodies lying around. You were unsure if they were even alive but instead of dwelling on it you grimaced and stepped over them as well. "Hey! Wait up!" You reached out for this stranger's arm but only as you grazed it lightly she snapped her arm away and turned to you defensively.

"You want to know? I saw you when you first started walking. Just like those doofuses. You're not as careful as you think. I don't know, guess I got a bad feelin'. Didn't want it on my conscious knowing something bad happened to a pretty girl." Her response struck you and you felt your face heat up a bit and caught how her gaze was askew while she explained. When she was done she glanced up at you but I guess it must've irritated her how you stood with your jaw dropped in shock. So then she turned and started walking again before you snapped out of it. "Hey! Well...uh at least let me thank you..um." She gave you a final chance to turn around again. This time you were both in the open of the area where you started with this bad luck. "It's Jinx." She hissed at you. You had to refrain from letting your jaw hit the floor again when it clicked in your head who she was. That's why it was at the edge of your mind! Anyway, you ripped your bread in half and held the bigger piece out to her. She looked waryly at it with her hands on her hips before she slowly reached up and accepted the offering. "Let me thank you for this, Jinx. I owe you big time." She looked you up and down with the same look before muttering a "it's whatever" and running off.

Quicker than you realized she had climbed up onto the roof of one of the smaller buildings and looked down at you. "I work at Angenino's Props! The tinkering shop...come by and say hi sometime! After work, I'll make you a meal!" Jinx sat atop the roof shoving the whole of the bread into her mouth while you spoke. She responded sarcastically, mouth full of bread, "Say it louder so someone else can show up there too." As she licked her fingers you wrapped your arms around the bag you had to protect again. "Will you- come sometime?" Jinx had a weird look on her face before she nodded in agreeance. You couldn't suppress the joy on your face before she stood up again and in a second she turned and was gone. With a smile on your face and a newfound energy, you ran your way back to the shop. Little did you know when you would return to the shop, or what was left of it, it would be no place Jinx could visit. Of course, that was all a part of the bigger plan she had for you two.

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When Lost Soldiers Come Home... Levi x Reader PART ONE -For some context, I imagine the reader as a more southern-sounding young lady...but I think I wrote the story gender-neutral but if there is she/her that's why. :)-

Every time the somber soldier turned up at your door much didn't need to be said. You had wondered why he came across you. That first day outside the pub, late at night, when you thought it might've been your last day on this earth. You were a fighter, and if it had been one guy you might have been able to handle it. But because it was three men, probably a whole head above you each, you would just need to be ready to accept your fate. You do all the work for people every day. The drunkards you help walk home, the free cup of tea or two for the older women who had nowhere else to go. All to say, you guessed none of that mattered anyway. Words are being thrown at you that you can barely remember now, you're back to the wall, and you threw a single punch. It wasn't long before the other two were to jump into action and the next distinct moment was feeling your head meet the strong concrete bricks behind you. Slumped and crumpled to the ground you felt one hand aggressively wrap around your upper arm, pulling you up again. They were shouting again, grabbing your face to ensure you would listen. Then, like a storm, a stranger tore through the three men.

Of course, you don't remember the specifics of how it happened or what happened afterward. You lay on the ground and listened faintly to the thudding of bodies meeting the ground. As soon as one would yell something the next would scream. It went like this for what felt like an eternity to someone whose head was pounding but it was only a minute or so. And when the fighting was over the older man, who didn't seem much taller than yourself, stood over you. He scooped you up into his arms and as you were nodding off muttered something like "I've gotcha..." You hadn't been able to close up the pub before the incident- so Levi, which you now know is his name, carried you back inside. He shuffled around looking for the proper tools to clean you up. With a little of your guidance, he was able to return with water, a bucket, a rag, and some medical wrap. You made a joke about how you might start charging for medical supplies if barfights keep happening amongst other jokes. You didn't get many chuckles or conversation in general from him. When you asked, "What's your name, sir?" He responded with, "Where do you live? I'll get you home." Monotone and short. You were starting to think were you not a damsel in distress, he wouldn't have spoken to you at all.

"Would you have helped me if you knew I was such a chatterbox?" You dryly chuckled as he slid an arm around your waist to lift you out of the chair. You slid the key out of the front pocket of your dress, ready to lock up this time when he mumbled, "The name's Levi." In your walk to the front door, you stopped and looked at him for a moment, which he ignored. "M'names Y/N!" You saw his small nod forward so you continued on the way out.

You hoped that wouldn't be the last of him you would see. Although he had no reason to come back again he did. Not very soon but two weeks or so after the encounter he started to go in. The first time you were so shocked to turn around and see him at the bar that your eyes almost popped out of your head. He was quick to say, "Mind picking your jaw up off the floor and getting me a drink?" You rushed around frantically taking care of people who got there first before bringing him a small glass of whiskey. It became common that he would take a glass or two before he realized you serve tea. Then it started alternating between the two. Such as his appearances became common so did his staying until you closed. He would stop coming some weeks and return the next. But after a while of visits, your time at the pub was up, and you told him on the last day to swing by your home sometime. The job wasn't fit for you anymore and you had quite a bit saved up to start up living on your own. You wouldn't be able to serve him the same pricey whiskey but you could always make him a cup of tea. Even at this point, his conversation was brief, mostly composed of short questions with a hum after your response but when you said this he just looked into your eyes a long while. His silver steely gaze did not give way to any emotion but you could tell there was something he was trying to think to say.

All he muttered was, "See ya then," he got up and left then and there. It was a couple of days before he would visit you for the first time and it was a long time after that before you two got close. You realized it was a lot easier to talk to him in the intimate environment of your home over a cup of tea. This was what led you to the current day and moment. It was raining and despite that Levi made the effort to show up outside your door, sopping wet. You pursed your lips as you said, "There's no way you're walking around my home all soaked." You stepped aside pointing to the carpet on the doorstep and he followed the silent directions you gave. He stood there, head hung slightly, as he pulled down the hood water slowly soaked the ground. You slipped the garment from his shoulders hooking it onto the wall before running to another room for a towel and maybe some spare clothes. When you came back Levi had slipped off his shoes and neatly placed them beside the doorframe. You held up the towel and men's clothing to him with one hand and pointed to his shirt with the other signaling for a trade-off. Quickly pulling the shirt over his head he held it out to you with two fingers and took your supplies in return. He uttered a simple, "Thank you." You quickly nodded in the direction of the bathroom and he nodded back. Before closing the front door you stepped right in front of it squeezing out the water in the shirt he gave you. You turned to hang that up as well and didn't even wait for the soft thud of the closing door before heading to the kitchen to put on some tea.

Not too long before the pot started whistling Levi patterned out of the bathroom with a fresh pair of tan worker's pants and white socks, the towel wrapped around his shoulders. You hadn't noticed him until he spoke in his usually monotone voice, "Where'd these clothes come from? They aren't your style." Although it didn't sound much like it, that was a joke he made and so you chuckled. The tea pot's screams didn't last long before you took it off the heat shaking your head.

"They were my brother's. I never really got rid of any of his stuff. Not since..." You shook your head again, this time more sincerely. "Well, my whole life's story isn't important. It's just my brother's clothes- he left 'em with me. So, now they're mine!" Your laugh was a bit soulless this time and as you poured the tea you heard the scrape of the chair against the ground.

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Modern AU — Hashira music taste HCs

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A/N: my husband and I spent a lot of time in the car this weekend as we moved to our new city, so we decided to come up with the niche modern music tastes for each of our faves. Enjoy!

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Tengen Uzui: early 2010s pop — think Cobra Starship, 3OH!3, Katy Perry, Lady Gaga, etc. He goes feral for anything off Kesha’s Animal album. 1000/10 hogs the aux at any party.

Obanai Iguro: anything you could find featured on a Warped Tour set list. Also loves pop punk and Reputation-era Taylor Swift, but will be caught dead before admitting it.

Mitsuri Kanroji: Arianna Grande (especially her 2013 era). A huge lover of K-pop and girl groups.

Sanemi Shinazugawa: Doja Cat.

Kyojuro Rengoku: he’s such a sweet, good boy. He loves Disney music and show tunes.

Muichiro Tokito: he doesn’t really care much for lyrical music, but he does enjoy lo-fi and vaporwave YouTube channels. Tengen let him pick the music for a party ONCE and Muichiro played “lo-fi anime beats to chill and relax to.”

Shinobu Kocho: Viking death metal, but she only ever listens on her headphones. She never plays her music out loud.

Giyomei Himejima: mid-2010s indie. Think the Lumineers, Mumford & Sons, etc. he finds it calming.

Giyuu Tomioka: 90s/early 2000s divorced-dad rock. Unironically thinks Higher by Creed is a good song. If he ever gets his hand on the aux, the whole group collectively groans.

🌸BONUS🌸

Genya Shinazugawa: 2019 SoundCloud rap, exclusively played on his phone’s crackly speaker.

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I want some headcanons about a male Reader and Genya going to the same shooting range together and being friends :3 Also maybe Sanemi is there too?

Shooting Alley Headcanons With Genya

A/n - I’m sorry for the wait, anon! but I’ve finally got around to finishing this request, I hope you like it!

- genya was always a good shot, but his ultimate downfall would be his piss-poor social skills and extremely low confidence.

- the man is the physical embodiment of “looks like they will kill you but is actually a sweetheart”

- He has a very intimidating resting face, and the more anxious he becomes the more his scowl deepens, which leaves him confused as to why people tend to stray away from him.

- “Why is everybody scared of me ?☹️”

- so imagine the absolute distraught mess he became when he found out that you — someone he admired and found pretty cool — was also pretty handy in terms of aiming.

- genya keeps trying to hype himself up to strike up a conversation with you but he chickens out every single time.

- It doesn’t take long for him to find out that you two go practice at the same shooting range.

- he tries his best to avoid you, he gets scared to speak to you in fears that you would find him strange or scary.

- he definitely tries to ask sanemi for advice but sanemi is just not helpful at all.

- “jus’ stop being a pussy ‘n go talk to him.”

- you’d definitely have to be the one to strike up a conversation with him.

- he might look a little intimidating at first, and he may look like he holds a deep hatred for you.

- that is not the case!

- once you do, he’d probably super very nervous—and if you were to invite him to shoot beside you—he would miraculously be failing every single one of his shots.

- just a sputtering and embarrassed mess 😭

- luckily for genya, sanemi was not there. If he was he’d be laughing his guts out.

- It’ll take him some time to warm up to you…but the end result is worth it!

- after a while he’d start approaching you at school and hanging out with you.

- he’d begin to be more comfortable with you and he’d ask if you’d be at the shooting range after school.

- you guys would probably be hanging out after school every other day, just at your local shooting range.

- sanemi never liked this little hobby genya had adopted,

- since sanemi is a math teacher in the modern AU, he gets really pissed when he sees genya “goofing off” instead of improving his ability with math.

- he probably makes genya come home so he can practice math instead of going to the shooting range,

- sanemi has an unspoken dislike for you

- and your just like “???”

- but at the end of the day, sanemi knows you make his brother happy, so he lets it slide.

- hanging out with you is something genya looks forward to.

- whenever he’s sulking or moping around in class—he remembers that you guys are going to the shooting range after school together.

- he eventually feels that he can call you his best friend.

- he’ll gain the courage to invite you to other places besides the shooting range.

- new movie?

“let’s watch it together.”

- a cafe downtown?

“we can try it out.”

- “wanna meet my brother?”

- yeah…sanemi isn’t very thrilled to see you.

- its ok, he’ll have to get used to seeing you around because Genya holds you close to his heart.

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[ 3:43 AM ] — L "RYUZAKI" LAWLIET

he’s trying to be quiet.

L’s movements are careful as he shuts the bedroom door, his footsteps soft when making their way to your bed. you wouldn’t have noticed if you hadn’t already been hyper aware of your surroundings.

the faint padding of his feet stop when they reach your side of the bed. your eyes remain closed, your breathing deliberately slow and steady. the shift of fabric tells you he’s moving, but his feet remain in place. it’s utterly silent beyond the beating of your heart and the breaths you exhale.

he calls out your name. whispers, really, but it’s strikingly loud in the late night’s serenity.

you don’t respond, opting to try and continue feigning sleep.

“i know you’re awake.”

well, there goes that plan.

you slide one eye open, unfazed at the sudden closeness that greets you. his face is mere inches from yours, just shy of touching your nose, and you’re mildly surprised you can’t feel his breathing fan across your features.

“yes?” your voice comes out with a slight rasp.

he’s silent for a moment. for once, his eyes aren’t their usual size of wide round plates, and the permanently analytical glint in them is dimmer in the wake of your vulnerable state.

you’ve come to learn that L is always thinking. scrutinizing, learning, adapting. his mind is in a perpetual state of taking in all the information around him, new and old; reviewing, understanding, and filing them away into the deep crevices of his mind. it’s in his nature, just as intrinsic to him as your lungs expanding for a breath or your heart pumping blood through your veins.

(once, you asked him if he’s ever consciously had a moment of quiet, of his thoughts being as blank as a fresh canvas. he hadn’t answered for a long time, and you almost thought you were being ignored.

almost an hour later, his answer came simply, “yes.”

you couldn’t stop yourself from asking him what it’d been like.

a beat had passed, and then, “it was the most terrified i’d ever been.”)

even now, tainted with what can nearly be called exhaustion, you can feel it in the set of his gaze and the lines etched around his eyes, can see in the near imperceptible purse of his lips that he’s thinking of what to do; if his next words should be said.

he blinks once, and it's clear to you that he's settled on something.

"would you be opposed to having me sleep next to you?"

his voice is as monotonous as it usually is, but there's a certain tone of care underlying the syllables. you open both eyes fully when you realize that his toes are curling into the carpet underneath him in what you think may be apprehension.

it's almost juvenile in a way, and you barely prevent the corners of your lips from turning up.

you give it a few minutes, though you'd already made up your mind the moment he'd finished his words, before giving him a solid shake of your head.

his lips part subtly, and your gaze automatically drops down to them. he doesn't give you a chance to dwell on the sight, however, because then he's standing up and cautiously making his way to the other side of the bed.

he pauses for a bit upon reaching the mattress. you decide to help him out a little, turning around and pulling back the covers to showcase the empty space beside you.

slowly and carefully, he crawls onto the soft bedding. it's obvious to you when he rearranges himself into a curled position with his back facing you, a loose mimicry of how he normally sits in chairs, that he's not used to this—to being freely offered a spot in someone else's private space, to being wanted in such close quarters.

it paints a faint curve to your lips, and the desire to help him familiarize this feeling sparks something raw in the cavity of your chest.

you shift closer to his body, sliding the covers back over him to preserve the heat emanating from his form (you'd been pleasantly surprised when you first found out just how warm he can run).

his shoulders aren't tense when you make contact, your chest pressed against the solid lines of his back. your movements are nearly delicate when you bring your arm over him, wrapping it securely around his torso. his legs curl in the slightest bit tighter at your hold, like he's barely stopping himself from using them to trap your arms around his waist.

you adjust your grip, hand curling into the fabric of his shirt, and pull him even closer to your body. your legs tangle under the sheets, and you can feel the muscles in his back and stomach shift with every breath he takes. resting your chin just above his head, a content sigh leaves you when his hair brushes softly against your face. it smells impeccably clean like it always does, and you tilt your nose further downwards to inhale the fresh scent of soap and water.

L doesn't say a word, but the gradual relaxation of his body into your gentle hold speaks enough for you. his breathing is even, and you can just about feel his heart beating through your points of contact.

this silence is fragile, vulnerable, and you think this might be the acme of what intimacy is. you've seen it before, glimpsed pieces of this religion in the moments when he'd hand feed you a sweet and delicately thumb away at the corners of your mouth; when he'd gaze transfixed into your eyes as you purposely busied yourself to allow him this moment of undisturbed reverence; when he'd quietly wrap a hand around your wrist in the presence of others, a thumb tenderly massaging your pulse point to communicate with you in a hidden language only your skin can understand.

they're tacit confessions, uttered without a word solely for your senses to decipher, and this—this request to be near you at his most unguarded, defenseless, is the loudest he's ever conveyed them. this desire to have you witness the barest version of himself feels more sacred than the words of an old god.

you've already offered your heart on the altar of his hands and murmured your own prayers of fervent devotion; you suppose this was his way of answering your calls.

a check back out of your thoughts reveals that his breathing has slowed within the safety of your grasp, his body melding perfectly along the lines of your own. you slide your eyes shut, and exhale into the soft crown of his head; you swear you could find divinity in moments like these.

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kyojuro rengoku x reader

⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ 𝖘𝖞𝖓𝖔𝖕𝖘𝖎𝖘! kyojuro sure likes to stare, doesn't he?

⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖘! 1.4k+

Kyojuro, bless his heart, is so hopelessly attracted to you in ways he’s never experienced. 

Everything about you draws him in, from your striking beauty to your quick wit, how despite your snark you always treated others with compassion. You were fast friends, not that Kyojuro was particularly difficult to get along with. You’d even argue that such a person as him was impossible to dislike, at least without feeling guilty about it. 

He was blunt, genuine, and brimming with so much enthusiasm it tended to unsettle some. But never you. You would look upon him with quiet acceptance, hanging onto his every word. You didn’t seem to mind his complete disregard for eye contact or his erratic conversational skills. 

You just get him, he muses. And he’s never felt a kinship like that with anyone.

Kyojuro has always felt like he was moving faster than everyone else, both in mind and body. The man couldn’t sit still or shut up to save his life, or so the other Hashira would say – endearingly of course. No matter the sentiments his comrades held for him, none of them seemed to keep up quite as well as you did. Which is why he presumed you worked so well together.

He could blabber on about anything and have you following along just fine. Though after a few roundabout conversations ranging from swordplay to street food, he musters the confidence to ask if he talked too much for your taste. 

You only quirk a brow and snort, “Pffft, of course not! I like listening to you talk.” and you see something shift in his gaze, the softest shade of pink tinting his round cheeks.

It’s around there when the staring starts.

It’s a subtle change at first, catching his wide-eyed gaze from across the training field. Feeling his eyes upon you as you shared meals together. Stumbling over your words when you realize for the first time that he’s actually looking you in the eye as you talk.

It’s a new and exhilarating feeling to be able to admire those honey-colored eyes fully fixated on you for a change. Too often you found yourself staring back. And the way he brightens when your eyes meet sends your fickle heart into pesky palpitations every time. You swore his pupils bled further into his golden-red irises every time he spotted you. 

The idea of his eyes dilating at the mere sight of you endears you even more fiercely to him. As if such a thing was possible. You’re already attached at the hip, not to mention the dozens of joint missions you’ve taken. 

His exuberance could be trying when your objective was to blend in, but his swordsmanship more than made up for it. He was incredibly good at taking the edge off when tensions were high, he was an emotional pillar of support, and you were honored to have his focus.

The beloved Flame Hashira was enthusiastic about many things, but you most of all it seemed. You’ve been told by several other Hashira that you were one of his favorite topics of conversation. The image of him gushing about you to other people is as embarrassing as it is flattering.

“Y/n is so easygoing, I cherish their company!”

“Did you know Y/n makes the best rice cakes?”

“Y/n is such a fierce swordsman, I am honored to fight at their side!”

“Y/n this, Y/n that. You’re all he talks about you know,” Iguro points a finger in your face one morning.

“So I’ve heard,” you hum, hand perched lazily on the hilt of your sword, though you’re unsure of precisely why he’s telling you this. Your eyes stray to Kaburamaru, who only flicks her tongue at you, leisurely slithering down his shoulder from her coiled position around his neck.

You’ve always known the Serpent Hashira to be abrasive and confrontational, but the sudden interest in your relationship with Rengoku was uncharacteristic. Especially since he usually disregarded your presence unless he had something to criticize. You didn’t dislike him, but you wouldn’t say that you were close.

Did he know something you didn’t? 

You try not to make assumptions based on the worries of others, but Kyojuro’s childhood friend approaches you out of the blue to tell you something like that? It makes you wonder just what sort of things Kyojuro has been saying about you to warrant such an interrogation.

Was Iguro trying to discern your intentions as a way of looking out for Rengoku? Perhaps your feelings for Kyojuro weren’t as internalized as you’d thought. 

“Is this your way of saying you’ll snap me like a twig if I break his heart?” you ask, lips curling up into a sly grin, head cocked to one side.

Heterochromatic eyes blink in surprise, and then narrow.

“You catch on quick.” 

“You can relax, Iguro. I won’t hurt him.”

“Few can be entirely sure of that. For your sake, I hope that’s the truth,” he waves you off, turning away in disinterest upon hearing your response.

The encounter leaves you with mixed feelings. Would Iguro have asked if he didn’t already know how Rengoku felt in return? It's an unsettling and gnawing feeling. Not the idea that your feelings could be returned, just the uncertainty of it all. If Iguro noticed it, why didn’t you?

“Iguro approached me earlier,” you say as you sit across from the flame-haired swordsman, currently having lunch at one of your favorite spots to eat.

“Did he now?” Kyojuro acknowledges, eyes still closed as he stuffs another bite of octopus into his mouth. His round cheeks puff out cutely, the image of a chipmunk with its cheeks full of nuts forming in your mind.

“He told me you talk about me a lot.”

“All good things of course!” he assures, seemingly unbothered by the news.

“That’s the thing,” you chuckle nervously, poking at your food with your chopsticks. Kyojuro’s fluttered eyes open, focused on your hands. “He seemed concerned that you had feelings for me beyond friendship.”

It’s silent for a moment, and you stuff food into your mouth to escape it, eyes focused on your plate. You can feel his gaze, but you’re too intimidated to meet it.

“Would that be a bad thing?” for once, Kyojuro sounds nervous. 

It's a subtle strain in his tone that others who didn’t know him as well might have missed. But years of close proximity have made you perceptive to the almost invisible chinks in his armor. Kyojuro was heavily guarded for being such a friendly man, always eager to lend a hand or ear when others were in distress, but quick to clam up when it came to his own problems.

Your heartbeat skips, excited and terrified. Was that a confession? Were you reading too far into things? Was the question rhetorical? All these questions well up inside until you feel like you’ll burst. 

You can’t help but let out an exasperated sigh.

“You’re so hard to read,” you lamented, nearly jumping out of your skin when his fingers brush yours from across the table.

“Perhaps If you looked at me, you’d have an easier time,” he laughs, and your heart already feels lighter at the joyous sound. 

The anxiety in your tummy melts into giddiness, and you demurely tilt your head up to meet his eyes. They’re crinkled fondly, pupils large, and fully fixated on yours. His golden-red eyes consume yours, inspiring your fingers to twitch against his. You can only compare such an expression to a smitten puppy. 

You suddenly feel silly for entertaining any doubts that the Flame Hashira was any less enamored than you were.

“To be completely honest, I have been interested in you romantically for quite some time now, and at a loss of how to contain such strong feelings,” he confessed, and suddenly a lot of things started making sense.

He stared at you so much because he liked you. He talked about you so much because he liked you. He let you tag along to missions he could have easily handled on his own because he liked you. Iguro approached you because he noticed.

“Then no, I don’t think that would be a bad thing at all.” You turn your hand with your palm facing upward to accept his own into your grasp.

Kyojuro’s smile widens, and he nearly shakes the entire restaurant with the volume of his declaration of, “WONDERFUL!”

“See, Obanai? I told you they just needed a little push!” Mitsuri gushes from across the restaurant, just her green eyes and the top of her head peeking over the menu.

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SLUMP • URAMICHI O.

requests: OPEN

warnings: angst-ish (?)

word count: 1.4k

a/n: yup, i’ve hopped on the uramichi oniisan train and i’m not getting off. there’s hardly anything here for my man so i guess i’ll do it myself 🙄

“Please Y/n, you have to check up on him!”

You raised an eyebrow as the blonde screamed in your ear over the phone. “Usahara. Slow down, check up on who?” You asked, entering your university’s main building. “Uramichi of course!” He shouted, making you wince and pull away from the phone. “Why? He’s at work… y’know you should really stop being scared of him.” You replied, smiling slightly as you heard Kumagai snicker in the background. “I-I’m not scared of him! But that’s not the point, Uramichi isn’t at work.” Usahara stated, his tone a tad too serious for your liking. You stopped in your tracks and waited for the blonde to fess up and say he was joking. But the silence only grew the longer you stayed quiet.

“…he told me he was at work.”

“Well, he’s not, when did you last see him?”

You thought for a cool minute, “Friday,” you answered, “we had dinner, watched a movie and then he left for work in the morning on Saturday. Haven’t seen him since.” You recalled, biting your nails subconsciously. It wasn’t odd for you not to see Uramichi for days on end. Between his work and your school schedules, you’d be lucky if you see him twice a week. However, it wasn’t in your boyfriend’s character to miss work, let alone lie about it. You also knew Uramichi had his own set of issues but he was always upfront and honest about them. “Kumagai and I would check on him ourselves but we have work…” Usahara claimed. Sensing the worry in his voice you sighed, “I’ll stop by his place after my first class, I’m sure he’s fine.” You reassured. Although you weren’t so sure if you believe that yourself.

Throughout the entirety of your class, you couldn’t help but be anxious. You bounced your leg nervously and kept biting at your nails, even when there was nothing left to bite. A whole slew of scenarios was running through your head, none of them being pleasant. You shot him a text… several texts. You didn’t get a response to any, now you were really worried. You couldn’t stay still and eventually, you told your professor you had a family emergency and left the classroom.

Luckily your university and Uramichi’s apartment weren't too far apart. A twenty-minute ride on the bus and a ten-minute walk got you there fairly quickly, given it was no longer rush hour. As you made your way to his door, you contemplated using your key or knocking, you knew how much your boyfriend valued privacy so you opted to knock.

Knock! Knock!

No answer.

Knock! Knock!

Silence.

Oh well, at least you can say you tried. Taking out your spare key, you opened the door only to be blasted with the stench of beer. You held your breath as you locked the door behind you and went to open the windows. Upon further inspection, you noticed beer cans littered in the kitchen and in the living room. You pursed your lips tightly, you knew what this was. Uramichi told you about these “slumps” he would get into from time to time. You never saw one only because the two of you have only been dating for a year or so, and he said they didn’t happen that often.

Moving to his bedroom, the sight alone made you want to cry. There he was curled up in his bed, the blanket covering his body completely from view. He probably knew you were here, you weren’t exactly quiet, but you decided to leave him alone for now. Instead, you texted Usahara to let him know that you had things under control and made it your business to clean the apartment a bit.

You picked up the cans and recycled them. Then you took the liberty of wiping down his counters and coffee table. You watered his shiso plant and opened the curtains, it was starting to look a lot better. You decided to let Uramichi sleep a while longer, if he was sleeping at all, and make breakfast for him. Just as you finished cooking, you heard shuffling. Turning around you saw your boyfriend rubbing his eyes and looking around his apartment as if he was in a whole new world. Then he finally noticed you, his expression was unreadable.

“What are you doing here?”

He asked, not once breaking eye contact. You looked down at the omurice you made, “Usahara.. said you didn’t come into work. I got worried..” You answered. Your boyfriend just blinked but didn’t say anything else. “Um, I made you breakfast. You should eat since you probably didn’t eat yesterday.” You suggested setting the plate down on the counter. The brunette looked at the plate, then to you,

“I’m not hungry.”

“Yeah you say that but—”

“I said I’m not hungry.”

He repeated a sharp edge in his voice. Whatever you were going to say quickly vanished from your mind. “R-Right, well it’s here if you want it.” You stated, leaving the kitchen and going to his bedroom to clean in there. Uramichi groaned to himself once you were out of earshot. He didn’t want you here when he was like this, this wasn’t the guy you signed up to be with. He didn’t want to be snappy with you but god, he would be lying if he said he wasn’t irritated. He just wanted to sleep in for the whole day and not be bothered by anyone. And unfortunately, that included you too.

Uramichi rubbed his temples and huffed in annoyance, this hangover wasn’t making his mood any better. Glancing at the omurice on the counter, he felt his stomach growl. Sighing, he moved past the food and to the cabinets to get some aspirin. Once taking the pills and chasing them with water, the brunette pondered on how to tell you to leave him alone without sounding too harsh. He told you about these “slumps” but never told you how to approach them, so he felt he was partially at fault. You were doing what any good partner would do but… he didn’t want your help. Uramichi closed his eyes, he didn’t like the way you looked at him. Pity and sorrow evident in your eyes, it made him sick. He didn’t need pity and he definitely didn’t need you to take care of him.

His attention snapped to you as you left his bedroom, dusting your hands off. “Okay, bedroom is clean. I can run you a bath before I have my next class…” You trailed off as you looked at your boyfriend, “‘Michi babe, what’s wrong? You can talk to me.” You reassured. Uramichi scoffed and looked at the floor, “I’m fine, I don’t feel like talking.” He uttered finishing his water before moving to the couch. You watched him silently for a moment, you honestly didn’t know what to do. You knew your boyfriend was standoffish and he didn’t open up a whole lot, but you knew something was wrong, I mean what else would trigger this “slump”? However, you didn’t want to push him to talk if he didn’t want to but you didn’t want to leave him alone either. What if this was one of those situations where the person says they’re okay but they’re really not?

“I know what you’re thinking and yes, I’ll be okay. You can go to class.”

Uramichi states, giving you one of his award winning smiles. But there was no emotion behind it, if anything, it was almost robotic. The fact that he felt like he needed to hide his emotions from you hurt you tremendously. You knew what you signed up for when the two of you started dating, so he must be downright stupid if he thinks you’re gonna leave him to his own devices. You walked over to the couch and plopped down next to him, “Y’know, I don’t feel like going to classes today.” You hummed, leaning on his side. The brunette gave you a puzzled look, you never skipped classes if you could help it.

Looking up at him, you placed your chin on his chest, “I know you’re going through one of your “slumps” and you need to know that I’m here for you. We don’t have to talk about anything, we could sit in silence for all I care, but I’m not leaving you alone. You’ve been alone enough, don’t you think?” You asked rhetorically. Uramichi stared at you, bewildered. You knew he wanted to be alone without him actually telling you he wanted to be alone. And not only that, you weren’t forcing him to spill his feelings onto you. After a couple of beats, your boyfriend leaned down and kissed your forehead, “Okay, sitting in silence sounds nice.” He replied with a ghost of a smile on his lips.

And sit in silence you did.

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Drabble List #2

New drabble prompt list! Feel free to reblog!

“That’s how the story goes.”

“None of this is your fault.”

“I know it hurts.”

“Are you serious?”

“You’re safe now.”

“No one’s going to hurt you.”

“I don’t understand.”

“This isn’t what I wanted.”

“My head hurts.”

“I’m right here, okay?”

“Wow, you look… amazing.”

“Are you okay?”

“Who did this?”

“I made a mistake.”

“When I’m with you, I’m home.”

“There’s nothing I can do anymore.”

“This is going to hurt.”

“That was kind of hot.”

“Please don’t let me be alone.”

“Don’t try to fix me. I’m not broken.”

“It’s never too late to get back up again.”

“What if one day I wake up and you don’t?”

“I immediately regret this decision.”

“I’m not okay.”

“I’m scared.”

“You’re the one thing keeping me sane right now.”

“Please stay with me.”

“Please help me.”

“It’s okay to cry.”

“Is that blood?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“You’re everything to me.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

“Are you testing me?”

“I just wanted to let you know that I think you’re beautiful.”

“I’m lost without you.”

“You have my word.”

“I’m just tired.”

“It just… hurts.”

“Do you promise?”

“I’m not drunk enough for this.”

“Why are you shaking?”

“I never meant to hurt you.”

“Is that my shirt?”

“Please don’t shut me out.”

“Go back to sleep.”

“I can take care of myself just fine.”

“This is new.”

“Take off your shirt.”

“Be you. No one else can.”

“I can’t breathe.”

“Are you going to talk to me?”

“I’m sorry.”

“They’re gone.”

“Just smile. I really need you to smile right now.”

“Would you just hold still?”

“I miss the way things used to be.”

“Am I dead?”

“Look at me.”

“Can we just pretend like we’re normal for once?”

“I told you not to fall in love with me.”

“Please shut up. Just shut up.”

“Please tell me it’s going to be okay.”

“Yell, scream, cry, please, just say something, anything.”

“When you smile, I fall apart.”

“If I die, I’m never speaking to you again.”

“If you don’t want to talk about it then say so. Don’t lie and pretend to be fine when you clearly aren’t.”

“This isn’t what it looks like.”

“I just really miss talking to you.”

“I can’t do this on my own.”

“I’ve got you.”

“We’ll figure this out.”

“Please don’t say goodbye.”

“You’ve shown me what love can feel like.”

“You make me feel alive.”

“I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

“There is nothing wrong with you.”

“I’m just looking out for you.”

“Be careful.”

“You owe me.”

“Come with me.”

“I trust you.”

“I didn’t want you to see this.”

“I’ve been praying for you.”

“Take my jacket. It’s cold outside.”

“I’ll walk you home.”

“Let me help.”

“Come here.”

“You’re holding back.”

“Remember when we were little?”

“We’re all a little stronger than we think we are.”

“Don’t sell yourself short.”

“This isn’t who I am.”

“I’m willing to wait for it.”

“Are you ready for this?”

“You can do this.”

“Your life was my life’s best part.”

“You were always gold to me.”

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“I’m fine with where I am now.”

“We all want to be somebody.”

“Promise me you’ll come back.”

“I don’t know anyone else who can make me feel this way.”

“I’ve never felt stronger than when you’re with me.”

“I believe in you.”

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Night Under the Stars (Mitsuri x Reader)

This is a little sad if you think about it?? But I would think it's some fluff too. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You both laid under the endless night sky the grass beneath you tickling your back. You turned to look at Mitsuri but your eyes soon returned to the infinite stars. "I can't believe this is the last night before it all goes." She hummed in response; you laid on your side head in hand. "Do you think one day we'll be together again?" She turned to look at you. "What do you mean?" You took a deep breath. "What I mean is... I feel as if we won't both survive. And it would be selfish of us to go in with our main priority being to survive. Do you know what I mean?" Mitsuri smiled at you nodding understandingly. "Yes, but do you think we'll be together again one day?"

"Sure we will!"

"How do you know?"

"You wanna know how I know?" You exclaimed.

She nodded. "Yes because then maybe I can see it how you see it."

"Well, I know because we're doing this with honor. We're doing this with our whole hearts. And I believe with my whole heart that we will also be rewarded with getting to live a life in a world we fought so hard to create."

Mitsuri sat up in shock. "Woah that's so moving and wise! I'm so glad to know someone as inspiring as you!" You sat up too taking her hands and giving the back of one a soft kiss. "And I'm so glad to have a strong, cheerful, and intelligent partner such as you." Your foreheads met and your fingers intertwined. You opened your eyes when you felt her tears drip onto your leg. "Why are you upset already?" She looked up at you with a smile on her face. "I'm not upset I'm overwhelmed with joy. I've never felt so loved before."

"I'm so glad to be here with you."

"Me too."

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Sunrise after the Fall (Rengoku x Reader Angst)

So about what I said yesterday- Angst post !! <3 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was often like this that you would enjoy a meal with your lover. You would sit with your bowls of food and watch the sunrise. This time though, while there was a sun to watch something was missing. That something was your husband, the flame pillar. You tried to not focus on it but every time it seems to slip into the focus of your mind. This would force you to choke back tears once again. You gritted your teeth this time though. Since, while you were without Rengoku, you weren't alone. You let in a shaky breath as you fiddled with your hands in your lap. "It's nice to see you Mitsuri, although not under these circumstances." The love pillar looked over at you with a somber look.

Mitsuri then nodded. "I'm sorry-" You cut in putting a hand on her shoulder. "Don't say sorry it wasn't your fault or anyone's." Silence covered you both for a moment. "We were all close." You watched as Mitsuri's lip quivered. You smiled at her bringing her into a hug. She cried softly into your shoulder and tears also started to roll down your face. You began to think things like 'how could this happen' and 'why him' but you remember what Kyōjurō said to you.

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"What will I do if I ever lose you? Just keep moving on? Honoring your legacy and such?" You spoke bluntly but that's the only way you could without tears filling your eyes. "I never wanted to have to have this conversation but this is a reality of the situation." Kyōjurō sat in front of you holding your hands in his with his usual smile. This time though it felt different. "My love, all I ask is that you take your time." You gave him a sad look but he only laughed. "Darling don't seem so down! I'm not dead yet, don't look as if you can already see my grave." He lifted a hand to your face. This same hand, you leaned into placing your hand on top. "I think it's obvious I don't want to lose you." He leaned forward putting his chin on your head pulling you into his embrace. "I don't want to lose you either. That's why I have to keep fighting." A shaken smile covered your face. "I know, that's why I could never ask you otherwise." You both looked at each other simultaneously speaking. "Those who are born strong are obligated to defend the weak." You lifted an adoring hand to Rengoku's face moving your thumb slowly. You nodded and he kissed your forehead softly.

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You pulled Mitsuri back wiping tears from her face. "I think we should go inside and eat. It's sad, no doubt, but there's no way I'm letting my husband's student go unfed. We'll have to grow stronger to do what he would've wanted." Mitsuri began wiping her tears and you wiped yours. "Let's make sure he didn't die in vain?" You hummed to ask if she heard and Mitsuri responded with a nod. "We have to finish what we started." She gave a determined but teary-eyed face. "Yeah! So let's go." You stood holding out your hand which she took following inside for a hot meal.

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Chase in the Woods (Giyuu x Reader)

I wrote angst so many times that I'm concerned ToT but anyways here's something wholesome. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You swiftly ran through the trees, feeling light as ever. "Tomioka!" Your voice was as soft as your footsteps. You ultimately could see the back of your partner's head and decided now was the time to strike. Gathering the rest of your speed you hopped onto the side of the nearest tree. Making haste you crossed over to another before using all your force to propel you forward. Extending your arms and once close enough you enclosed them around his body. The force of contact making you both tumble forward several times. Once the spinning stops, you found yourself sitting on Giyuu's stomach cross-legged. You leaned forward grabbing his shoulders with a wide smile. "Caught ya'! Guess that means I win? You didn't go easy on me, right? We're supposed to be training seriously you know!"

Tomioka seemed to look surprised. You tilted your head looking around. "What? Do I got somethin' on my face?" He blinked the confusion away proceeding to speak, "You caught me faster than the last time." You now looked confused. "Yeah, that's how training works... are you okay? Did I make you hit your head too hard?" You seemed to look worried but Tomioka just sat up forcing you to slide into his lap. You took this chance to put a hand to his forehead. "Your temperature is fine-" He shook his head interrupting. "No, it's just..." You furrowed your eyebrows waiting for him to continue. "You're faster than me now. You learn quickly." A wide smile spread across your face as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "AH! Thank you so much, Tomioka! You're such a flatterer you're gonna make me blush!" You held his face in both of your hands landing butterfly kisses all over. Now Giyuu was the one blushing as you tightly held him in a loving embrace.

Before long a certain butterfly hashira appeared a few feet behind you. "Okay, you lovebirds if you're done here already it's time for you to alternate." Her soft voice surprised you and you turned your head in sadness. "Already? I just caught him!" Shinobu's smile didn't falter. "Yes, Y/N let's go." You huffed getting up doing a little twirl to naturally unruffle your clothes. You turned your head to Tomioka holding out your hand. "C'mon Tomioka let's get this done quickly so that we can finish this later!" He raised his eyebrows slightly before taking your hand. You made a move to start running as Shinobu was already long ahead of you. "Yeah, finish this later," Tomioka muttered.

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Serpent around your heart. (Reader x Obanai/ Giyuu x Reader angst)

Warnings: Angst and mentions of blood I believe... ^-^ Extreme manga spoilers under the line (Chapter 200) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You ball up your fists your stomach turning over several times but you don't let it stop you. Today you would confess to your long-time crush Iguro. It had been so long that you seemed to be getting closer you decided now was the time. You began your walk turning the corner of the mansion. You held your hands to your chest with hope but once you lifted your gaze you saw them together. Maybe you had known it all along and chose to ignore it but you couldn't ignore it any longer. You watched on as Iguro held Mitsuri's hands in his on the only bench under the blossoms. It was a look no one could mistake. You quickly back away back behind the building. Maybe you were hiding from the embarrassment of seeing something you shouldn't or maybe the fact that the love of your life had eyes for someone else. Whatever it was it was clearly enough to flood your face with heat and tears to bubble up in your eyes. You looked once more and now her head was on his shoulder. You couldn't believe what your eyes were seeing but you had to believe it. There's no way he could love you when he loves her.

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Victory almost stared you in your face as the battle went on the chaos surrounding you but there was one thing you couldn't help but notice. To the side wasting away you watched as Iguro held Mitsuri's injured body in his arms. And although you know you should be focusing on the fight you couldn't help but feel torn up inside. You bet that they were saying their last 'I love yous' and promising to love each other in the next life. And as much as you wished that could be you, you were meters away bleeding out but still standing on your two feet covered with dirt and sweat. Was now a time to be jealous? You felt so many things right now but all you could do was cry, stuck in place so much pain evident on your features.

Would it be selfish of you to give up and collapse here? To give up and perhaps leave it up to the odds that you would live or die when you woke up? Your bones ached but you weren't sure what you were still standing for. Sure, you didn't want this to be in vain but what if they could just make it without you? You were sure the rest could and maybe they wouldn't mind if you just laid there for a bit. As you sink to the ground eyes still on the two whose place you wish you could be in you began to be swarmed. Medics you guessed began patching you up and as much as you mentally protested not a single word came up. Your vision clouded and as many times as you thought 'are you honestly giving up right now?' you couldn't find the strength to continue. You muttered something as a tear streaked your face. "Sorry...I couldn't be...better....stronger...."

Little did you know someone had the same eyes for you that you had for Iguro. And as he looked on to your limp, surrounded body a great pain seemed to consume his chest. Giyuu looked on, a feeling so familiar but a feeling he couldn't describe wrapping around his heart. He looked between you and Tanjiro. Not only had he failed to protect one, but all of the people he cared for. He had been the one to survive again.

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Writing For

Okay, so the truth is I'm not at all very Tumblr savvy. You're not gonna see super aesthetic posts with all these fancy features- at least not for a while... but I do love writing and will take any requests given AND write personal shit regularly. I haven't written a smut here yet because I lack confidence. LOL. Maybe one day I will dabble. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ -TYPES-

Headcanons & Prompts

Fluff

Any AUs

Shows, Movies, Games...(Just some examples but not limited to...)

Demon Slayer

Attack on Titan

Mystic Messenger

Obey Me

BNHA/MHA (it's been a while but I can try..)

Arcane: League of Legends (PLEASEE)

I haven't named all of them and some of these I may have a harder time doing but these are just some examples...please request me so I can prove myself LOLOLOL

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My Dearest, Rengoku (Rengoku x Reader)

(G/N Reader confesses to Rengoku after having been close friends after so long.) You swung your feet as you sat in front of the house with your meal in hand. You let it rest in your lap as you half-turned to glance at the ecstatic blonde next to you. He held the same excited smile as always. After he took another mouthful of his food you began to speak, breathing in. "Rengoku I think you know I like you. I sense it shouldn't be surprising news but I felt I should say it myself." You felt your face heat up but you couldn't lose sight of your goal. He turned his head to look at you; you could still only muster looking at him from the side of your eye. He hummed in acknowledgment, allowing you to speak further. "I don't want to make you feel obligated to anything though! I don't know if I'm being selfish but I couldn't go on like this just pretending that I didn't..." When you finally turned to face your most beloved friend his eyes gazed at you in adoration.

He got up placing the bowl he was holding to the side, you following his actions. He then approached getting on one knee in front of you. He looked up at your face holding your hands and examining your features breathlessly. "Y/N, you have become so strong that you're even more courageous than me now." Now you were sure your face felt hot as anxiety wracked your body. "I never thought I could do what you're doing now, is what I mean. My heart is swelling with happiness that I wasn't imagining things." You could feel his thumbs running over the back of your hand as, for some reason, tears started to fill your eyes. At this, he continued taking a deep breath and puffing up his chest, "I am so proud to say I feel the same and would hope you accept my proposal of pursuing a relationship and to one day be married and live happily."

You felt the tears run down your face as your expression was something of a surprise. You took in shaky breaths and nodded enthusiastically. Kyojuro lifted a hand to wipe away your tears. You both stood, him wrapping his arms around you. With your face buried in his chest, you chuckled in relief. "You've made me so happy I don't know what to do," you muttered. He replied, "You don't have to do anything. Standing here with you is enough."