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that secondo fic is actually ruining my life right now, you can't imagine how hard i'm blacking out only to wake up to thousands of words of utter filth and emotional ruin asghsgsggsh

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Under the cut is the first half of “Wedding Plans” chapter 27.

“I am going to go check on Akaza and then get ready with Sanemi and Genya,” Obanai said. They stood at the entrance of the venue. Mitsuri glanced at the set of lounge chairs outside of the event coordinator’s office. Last year they had been sitting there when Mitsuri asked for Obanai’s phone number. Her hands shook as she handed him her phone. Her lips curled up. They have come a long way since last August. 

“Did you hear me?” Obanai asked, angling his head towards her. Mitsuri straightened her posture as if she had been caught doing something she shouldn’t. 

“Sor-” Mitsuri paused when Obanai’s brow furrowed in preparation to tell her there was no need to apologize. “I was just thinking about the last time we were here,” Mitsuri said, pointing to the chairs, “back when I asked for your number.” 

“Back when you joked about Kanae killing Sanemi and we had to get our stories straight?” Obanai raised one brow. Mitsuri nodded and grinned at her fiance. “In all fairness, it could still happen,” Obanai said with a shrug. This made her snort. Obanai’s eyes crinkled at the edges and squeezed her hand. “I should check on Akaza. I’ll see you later,” Obanai said, letting go her hand. He turned and began to walk away. 

“See you soon,” Mitsuri replied before clearing her throat. “I love you,” she said, a bit louder than she anticipated and the near empty hall echoed. Her eyes widened and blush crept over her cheeks as she noticed Yushiro, the event coordinator’s assistant, in the main hall, running over his checklist. The man with pale blue and black hair stared disapprovingly at her. 

In turn, Obanai glared at Yushiro, who rolled his eyes and turned his back to the couple. His dual toned eyes drifted over the hall before pulling down his surgical mask under his chin. 

“I love you too,” Obanai said, offering her one of his special smiles. A giddiness filled her before Obanai pulled the mask up again and headed towards the kitchen. She was sorry to see him go, but they had their roles to fulfill. Mitsuri slapped her cheeks lightly to redirect her attention to the wedding in a few hours. 

Originally, Kanae wanted to get married in the garden, but due to the humidity and heat they were forced to have the ceremony and reception inside the main hall. Kanae didn’t want their grandparents to suffer in the humidity. A grey aisle separated the benches. Wisteria, lavender, and baby’s breath lined the side of the benches with mixed greenery to offset the white and violet shades. A rustic burlap bow held the flowers together. Yushiro inspected each bouquet and the spacing of the benches with a critical eye. He scowled as he adjusted the lavender on one of the benches and plucked a few browned petals. The flowers would have melted in the summer heat. Sunlight filtered through the windows illuminating the hall. 

At the front there was a white marble platform the bride, groom, and officiator would stand on for the vows. Just behind it was a Japanese pagoda tree in bloom. The white flowers created a romantic effect to encompass the rest of the venue. Tamayo placed a few artificial butterflies on and around the tree. It was timeless and fit Kanae’s aesthetic. As a nod to Sanemi, there was a beetle placed beside the butterflies. 

Then there was the butterfly house that was installed earlier this year. It was one of the main reasons Kanae had her heart set on this venue originally. It was across the parking lot, encased in glass. Before the ceremony they were supposed to take bridal pictures surrounded by butterflies. 

Mitsuri couldn’t wait to get pictures with everyone, especially Obanai. A lightness filled her as she recalled the maskless picture he sent her yesterday. Maybe he would allow her to take one together if they were alone. Or was it too soon to ask for them? He hardly ever denied her requests, but she didn’t want to overstep or cross a boundary. Her mouth twisted slightly. One day she would get one, but for now, she had to be patient. 

“Mitsuri!” Someone called out. Mitsuri blinked and turned towards the honeyed voice. Shinobu was walking into the hall with her arms full of bags. 

“Let me help you with those!” Mitsuri rushed over and took several of the bags. 

“Thanks,” Shinobu said. Her cheeks were slightly flushed from hauling the bags and the summer heat. “Are you ready for your debut as maid of honor?” Shinobu asked. 

“Yep!” Mitsuri answered. “I can’t believe it’s finally happening. I was just about to find Kanae and get ready. Do we need to drop these off somewhere?” She lifted the bags. 

“No, they’re actually for Kanae. There’s so many things that can go wrong or you forget about on the wedding day, so I grabbed everything. Sewing kit, aspirin, Tide pen, bobby pins, lint roller, tissues, and xanax,” Shinobu listed them off like a list of symptoms. “Giyuu will be bringing my parents, centerpieces, and the kitchen sink shortly,” she joked. Mitsuri chuckled and they made their way towards the bridal suite. 

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Shinobu was engrossed in a conversation with her mother, Mika, while the hair stylist brushed Kanao’s black hair in preparation for styling. All the Kocho and Shinazugawa women decided to wear violet shades in order to match the wedding party. The respective mother in laws donned matching ebony kuro-tomesodes with lavender tree branches and green vines. The younger generation opted for modern dresses, but both had their hair pulled into buns with floral hair sticks. The bride was the only one to have her hair fall loosely down her back. 

Knock! Knock! 

Mitsuri sprung to her feet and rushed to open the suite’s door. Kanae sat in front of the mirror with the makeup artist who was applying charcoal grey eyeshadow to make Kanae’s light eyes pop. She opened the door a crack to see Tamayo in a plum kimono with crimson orchids. 

“Do you have a moment to speak?” She asked, glancing over at the bride and pursing her lips. Based on her expression, this was not going to be good news. Mitsuri nodded once and slipped out into the hallway. It was only then Mitsuri noticed Yushiro was standing in Tamayo’s shadow. 

“I want to start by apologizing. I just got a call from the photographer. He’s not coming,” she explained. 

“What? Why?” Mitsuri gasped. “We’re supposed to start pictures in thirty minutes,” she said, glancing at the clock. 4:03 P.M. 

“He had another wedding booked this morning and his camera stopped working. He’s not sure what the problem is, but he won’t be able to make it. I am truly sorry and will take full responsibility,” Tamayo explained as she bowed her head.

Weddings were never perfect, but this was certainly a kick in the gut. Mitsuri would have to break the news to Kanae and her family. They could get by with the cameras on their phones, but Kanae had her heart set on capturing every moment. Mitsuri wrinkled her nose and shut her eyes. There had to be something that could be done. With all of their friends and family, there had to be someone who knew a photographer. What was-

“I reached out to other photographers we’ve used. The only one who can come on such short notice takes incredible photos; however, he is a bit…eccentric and blunt,” Tamayo admitted. The event coordinator held her hand over her neck. 

“How so?” Mitsuri asked. She’d been called eccentric before, so how bad could it be? Before Tamayo could respond, her assistant stepped forward.  

“He’s more than blunt. Gyokko is rude and pushy. He insulted couples and bridal parties in the past. He’s made kids cry before because they don’t understand ‘his vision’,” Yushiro said plainly and used air quotes. “We try not to use him unless we know it’s a ‘child free’ wedding. Great photographer, but a pompous ignoramus. However, he’s your only option.” Tamayo covered her mouth with her hand to hide her amusement. 

“There’s no need to be harsh, Yushiro,” Tamayo said, trying to be professional. “What he said is true. Gyokko made the flower girl cry at one wedding because she wasn’t throwing the flowers correctly. Yushiro and I will ensure he’s on his best behavior.” She placed a hand on Yushiro’s elbow. He looked down at where she touched him. His cheeks tinted pink at the contact. Mitsuri raised one brow wondering if there was something more between them. It was not the time to indulge her inner romantic. 

“We’ll make it work. Just make sure he’s here on time, please. I’ll tell the bride and groom,” Mitsuri said. They had to make it work because what other option did they have? She turned and walked into the bridal suite. Kanae stood in front of the mirror with her soon to be mother in law and sister in laws while Kanae took photos. Shinobu and Mika sat on the cream loveseat beside the door. The bride glanced over at Mitsuri. 

“What did they have to say?” Kanae asked. Everyone’s eyes shot towards the maid of honor. Mitsuri pressed her hands together and explained the last minute photographer switch. “It’s okay, these things happen,” Kanae attempted to stay neutral, yet her posture stiffened. Her violet eyes moistened threatening to ruin her makeup. Mitsuri pulled her best friend into a hug.

“They do, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be upset,” Mitsuri reassured her. Kanae hugged her back. “Maybe if you cry now, you won’t cry during your vows. Sanemi said you were having a competition, right? To see who cries first?” Mitsuri felt Kanae’s body shake as she laughed. 

“We are,” Kanae said. A few stray tears fell down her face, but her face seemed to relax. “We’ll have to tell him about the switch. Can you handle that, Mitsuri?” 

“Of course!” Mitsuri agreed. “I’ll be back in five minutes,” Mitsuri said, holding up her hand. She strode down the hall towards the groom’s suite. The maid of honor knocked on the door. Within seconds, Tengen appeared on the other side. 

“Welcome to the party, Honey,” he announced as he opened the door wide open. Sanemi stood in front of the mirror adjusting his collar. His brothers were laughing at the sour expression on his face. Obanai sat in a chair holding Kannon on his knee. His face was bare and her mind buzzed. Was he not going to wear the mask for the wedding? He hadn’t mentioned it, but she could hope. He rose and placed the baby on his side before joining Tengen at the door. Kannon was dressed in a white onesie with grey glitter letters reading, Best Baby. The glitter was flaking off and covering Obanai’s dress shirt. The sight made her knees wobble, but she had a mission. Focus! 

“Something’s wrong, isn’t it?” Obanai questioned in a low voice. 

“Not wrong, but we have a little bit of a situation,” Mitsuri began. She wished her hair was down, so she could channel her anxiety into playing with the green tips. “The original photographer isn’t coming. Tamayo said his camera broke. They found a replacement, but according to Yushiro, he can be rude.” Her gaze flickered between Obanai and Tengen. The white haired hair put his hand under his chin while Obanai waited for her to continue. “Apparently, he’s made kids cry at weddings and insulted the bride and groom,” she added. 

“Is that it?” Tengen questioned. She nodded. “Between all of us, we can keep him in check. You and Babe, can make kissy faces at each other while I tell Sanemi,” Tengen said, smacking his lips. Obanai’s right eyebrow twitched and Mitsuri covered her mouth. Tengen knew exactly how to get under his skin. Tengen grinned as he went back to the Shinazugawa brothers. 

“Mitsuri,” Obanai said, his smooth voice soothing her. Mitsuri turned towards him. His gentle eyes rested on her. Mitsuri had not realized how hard her heart was pounding before now. “It’ll be alright. You can always hand him a pink slip,” Obanai reminded her.  

“Or I go into teacher mode and give him a detention,” Mitsuri said with a laugh. Kannon shifted in Obanai’s arms and reached out for Mitsuri. She leaned forward to be face to face with the boy, who immediately smiled. “Isn’t he the cutest?” She asked. 

“For a potato, yes,” Obanai replied plainly. Before she could refute his claim, she noticed the mirth behind his eyes. She admired his dry humor. 

“You mean, a sweet potato,” Mitsuri countered as she poked Kannon’s cheek, which earned her a giggle. The sound alone alleviated a fraction of her anxiety. “Isn’t that, right, my little sweet potato?” She asked in a higher pitch. She extended her arms and Obanai gingerly handed Kannon over. “He’s such a sweetheart. My brother always smiled like this as a baby,” she commented. 

“From what I’ve seen he hardly ever makes a fuss. The Uzuis lucked out,” Obanai agreed as he brushed off the glitter from his dress shirt. “Imagine if they had a baby exactly like Tengen.” An image of a crying, red faced baby with a bedazzled headband and clothes appeared behind her eyes. 

“He still would have been a sweet kid, just a louder and flashier one,” Mitsuri said as she beamed at the baby. The glitter from his shirt flaked onto her dress, but it didn’t bother her. In fact, it added a layer of sparkle that was missing from the original design. Kannon’s jovial spirit eased the tension in her shoulders and neck. Tengen walked back to the couple. 

“You look like a natural with him. Maybe you can take him down the aisle instead of a bouquet,” Tengen said, pointing at Mitsuri and Kannon. 

“That’d be so cute,” Mitsuri said and hugged Kannon a little tighter, “but I doubt Kanae would appreciate a baby stealing her thunder.” Tengen nodded deeply and took his baby from Mitsuri’s arms. 

“Maybe when you have your own wedding then,” Tengen suggested with a wink and a sly glance towards Obanai. Mitsuri’s cheeks warmed as she swallowed. Their engagement was a secret, but they already agreed their wedding would be next summer. When would they start telling their friends and family? She glanced at Obanai. Behind his shoulder length hair, his ears were tinted pink and his eyes narrowed on the taller man. 

“Yeah, maybe,” Mitsuri said, brushing off the statement the best she could. “I need to head back to Kanae.” She handed Kannon off to his father before waving goodbye to her fiancé. 

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The photographer, Gyokko, arrived at 5 P.M. and was able to snap a few shots of the groomsmen and bridal party getting ready. He was obnoxious and nitpicked everything including the lighting, makeup, and attire. At one point, Gyokko criticized Obanai’s height and he asked if the photographer had any original material. His face turned crimson and he spluttered out a dimwitted response. After that, Obanai noticed Gyokko would whisper insults under his breath. Now the photographer slithered around the main hall getting pictures of the aisle and guests with Yushiro following close behind him. 

The hairs on Obanai’s arms rose when Tengen joked about Mitsuri holding Kannon at her wedding. The glint in his eye was unmistakable when he winked at Mitsuri and Obanai. It was just another way for Tengen to further embarrass the couple and unfortunately it worked. Typical Tengen. 

Obanai readjusted his grey mask to ensure the metal wire laid evenly over his cheeks to conceal the scars. A few minutes before they were summoned, he debated whether or not he would wear a mask, but ultimately decided to wear it. He bought this mask specifically to match his suit and he didn’t want to draw attention to himself. Tonight was for Sanemi and Kanae. Now, he stood beside Shinobu with Mitsuri and Genya behind them in preparation for the ceremony. Genya’s face was the color of a watermelon as Mitsuri laced her arm under his. Obanai could not help but be amused at Genya’s obvious embarrassment.

“Ah, it’s finally here!” Mitsuri exclaimed, nearly bouncing on the balls of her feet. 

Her enthusiasm was infectious, yet Obanai’s mouth was dry. Large gatherings still activated the spot in the back of his brain telling him to leave as quickly as possible. Several guests failed to show up, but there were over 100 people in the benches lining the aisle and all their eyes would be on him. That wasn’t true, they would be staring at the bride and groom. He just happened to be standing beside them.

He inhaled deeply through his nose, held his breath, and then exhaled in an effort to ease his nerves. The scent of wisteria was overpowering. Kyojuro, Mitsuri, and him went over the order of the procession in preparation for today, but there was still the nagging feeling that something could go wrong. His fingers trailed over the hemline of the suit jacket, taking solace in the smooth thread and fabric.

Everything will be fine. Even if something bad happens I can handle it. This is just another one of Dr. Ubuyashiki’s tests. 

Mitsuri reassured him that she would be close during the ceremony and reception. She promised to help and protect him in any way she could. She suggested he could slip away during the reception if he needed to and she would be right behind him. Most likely with a plate piled high with ohagi, mochi, and other decadent sweets. The image made him smile and a sense of calm rolled over his shoulders. He wouldn’t have it any other way. 

In front of the wedding procession, Kyojuro stood on the altar with Sanemi, who was trying his best not to pull on his tie. He despised constraining clothes and Obanai had to remind him he’d only have to wear it for an hour. Once the ceremony and family photos were over Kanae agreed he could throw the necktie away if it pleased him. 

The front benches were filled with Sanemi’s mother and siblings along with Kanae’s parents, Kanao, and grandparents. Shinobu poked Obanai’s shoulder and he narrowed his gaze at the unsolicited touch. 

“Do you think we have enough wisteria to ward off demons?” Shinobu asked and gestured to the flowers decorating the benches. Her impish smile reminded him of how mischievous the woman had been in their prior life. They had been the type of friends to spar with swords and words. 

“No, otherwise you wouldn’t be here,” Obanai retorted quickly. It was too easy to slip back into their tongue in cheek banter. Shinobu’s smile deepened at his barbed response and she laughed. The sound took him by surprise since it was an uncensored laugh. Even Shinobu’s current iteration was different. He never saw her authentic smile in the past, at least what memories he’d seen. 

“You never miss a shot, Mr. Civil,” Shinobu chided. He nearly rolled his eyes. Before he could respond, Kyojuro clapped at the front of the aisle. The crowd was silenced. Obanai straightened his back and turned to face his brother. 

“It’s about time we begin the ceremony.” Kyojuro’s voice boomed. The chords of a love song he could not name began. Tamayo gave Obanai and Shinobu their cue to start the procession. He spared one last glance at Mitsuri before holding up his elbow for Shinobu to take. Mitsuri’s face softened, all tension gone as she offered silent reassurance. He exhaled once more and walked down the aisle beside Shinobu. They parted ways as they approached the altar with Shinobu veering to the left and Obanai the right. 

Mitsuri and Genya followed. The dusky purple dress complemented her complexion. Her hair was held up by a hair stick with green and violet flowers. Her eyelids were painted with muted grey and lilac to make her eyes pop. Her radiant smile shone like the sun's rays. Like this, Mitsuri could have stepped out of a painting and he would not have questioned how. Mitsuri and Genya parted as they reached the front. 

Next came the ring bearer and the flower girl who were accompanied by their mother to ensure the three year old twins made it down the aisle without issue. The music paused for a moment before the instrumentals of another love song started to announce the bride. The guests stood in response as Kanae and her father began to walk. 

Obanai watched Sanemi’s breath hitch. His dark purple eyes widened upon seeing Kanae for the first time in her wedding dress. Her bouquet was a variety of violet shades including plum, orchid, and fuschia with eucalyptus interspersed. Mitsuri said Kanae designed it herself and it was nearly as stunning as the bride. Her black hair was pulled up into a bun and the veil shrouded her face, but Obanai could not mistake the look of longing shared between the bride and groom. Kanae’s father escorted her down the aisle before giving her a quick hug and sitting down beside his wife. Sanemi and Kanae joined hands. 

“Everyone may take a seat now,” Kyojuro said and waved his hand over the guests. “Thank you for coming out this evening to celebrate Kanae and Sanemi’s wedding. For those of you that don’t know me, I am Kyojuro. I’ve known Sanemi since we were teenagers and when he first introduced Kanae I knew she was someone special. They both are.” His eyes blazed as they shifted between the pair. 

“Today they will be joining their lives and souls together and begin a new life as husband and wife. To begin, I was asked to read a short poem by Saigyo.” Kyojuro pulled out a notecard from his jacket pocket. His theatre experience was on full display as his voice resonated throughout the hall. 

“You left impressions unforgettable

and when I view our moon

your image surfaces

and that love seems forever.”

“Kanae asked me to read this poem because of the love she shares with Sanemi. An eternal love that transcends this world and the next,” Kyojuro said and paused to put the notecard back in his pocket. Obanai swallowed. The poem matched him and Mitsuri’s love as well as Sanemi and Kanae’s. In one of his dreams, Kanae’s death was a harbinger for any relationship within the Demon Slayer Corps. It was one of the reasons, upon hundreds, Obanai never confessed to Mitsuri until the end. How many other couples were given a second chance in this life? 

“Our bride and groom have prepared their own vows,” Kyojuro said and gestured to the bride. “Kanae, if you would like to begin.” Kanae dipped her head and cast a glance at Mitsuri who passed her a slip of paper with her delicate script. Mitsuri warned Obanai that Kanae’s vows were worth crying over. Now it was the moment of truth. 

“The moment I met you I never imagined we would be saying our vows in front of our friends and family years later. When we met I thought you were blunt, hotheaded, and abrasive, which you were-actually you are,” Kanae said, which earned a laugh from the audience. Anyone who knew Sanemi would say the same. 

“You were everything I wasn’t, but then I realized that part was only the surface.” The bride looked up from the paper to share a smile with her groom. There was no mistaking the emotion between them. “I was quick to judge when I shouldn’t have and I came to love all your parts. You’re blunt, but it means you're honest to a fault. You’re hotheaded, yet it shows how passionate you are. You’re abrasive, but it reminds me how dedicated you are to your loved ones. No one would argue with your devotion to your family and that’s part of the reason I grew to love you. Now I know you are generous, considerate, and bend over backwards for any of our friends and loved ones.”

“I admire your ability to challenge me to be the best version of myself. We may get into fights, but they come from a place of mutual respect and love. As we enter this next chapter, I know we’ll continue to challenge each other and grow together as people and a couple,” Kanae continued. 

“So today and for the rest of our lives, I promise to always be there for you. Whether it’s to discuss the mating rituals of beetles, the rotation of the earth, or argue over the best way to drive to the movie theater.” The audience chuckled knowing how the couple would get into small tiffs. 

“I always want to be by your side, Sanemi,” she said. Her light purple eyes softened. “Because living beside you makes me the happiest woman alive.” 

The bride blinked away the tears that threatened to pour. Obanai couldn’t see  Sanemi’s face, but his shoulders trembled slightly. No doubt Sanemi was attempting to control his emotions in front of everyone. There was a moment of silence. Kyojuro’s eyes brightened as he turned his attention to Sanemi. 

“That was beautiful, Kanae. Sanemi, if you would like to say your vows,” Kyojuro said. Sanemi was quiet and pulled a paper out of his pocket. He held the sheet with both hands and scanned the words. Another moment passed before the white haired man finally spoke.

“I’ve never been the sort of man to speak or write eloquently. Obanai helped me write these vows, but they don’t accurately express how I feel about you.” Sanemi crumpled the piece of paper and shoved it in his pocket. Obanai tried his best not to facepalm. Sanemi said he wanted Kanae to cry hearing his vows, but now he ensured it. 

“I don’t need to recite how beautiful, smart, confident, and strong you are. You know exactly who you are and I love that about you,” Sanemi said bluntly. Kanae’s eyes warmed at his words. She took his hands in her’s and squeezed.  “Instead, I am going to vow to get up every morning to make you a cup of coffee with cream, to listen to your worries, and to love you more every day. Whatever the future brings, know I’ll be on your side.” Kanae blinked away the tears forming at the corners of her eyes. 

Obanai looked past the couple to watch Mitsuri. She rubbed her eyes with her free hand. A year from now, they would be standing in front of their friends and family. He pursed his lips. He could see her in a white dress with an elaborate hair style. No doubt she would be wearing some sort of oddity whether it be a headband with cat ears, lollipop earrings, or a pair of green socks. Her eccentric style would be on display for the world. 

Mitsuri met his gaze, smiling instantly. Was she thinking the same thing? His lips curled up behind the mask. Watery green eyes reflecting the sunset and the promise of forever. 

In this life and the next. Obanai vowed. 

“Now, Kanae, will you take Sanemi to be your lawfully wedded husband from this day forward. Will you promise to love, honor, and cherish him for the rest of your life?” Kyojuro asked.

“I do,” Kanae said through her tears. 

“Then Sanemi, do you take Kanae to be-”

“I do,” Sanemi interrupted as his voice cracked. The audience laughed at his impulsivity. Obanai smirked. Sanemi was never one to do anything in half measures. Kyojuro chuckled. 

“Then in sight of your loved ones and myself, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” Kyojuro took a step back. Sanemi pulled Kanae’s veil up and they kissed. Sanemi caressed Kanae’s face, brushing away her tears while she did the same before they separated. 

“It is my greatest pleasure to present Mr. and Mrs. Shinazugawa!” Kyojuro announced. Cheers rang out across the hall, the sound deafening as Sanemi and Kanae held their hands up in celebration.

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The next hour was a whirlwind of activity. Mitsuri felt her head spinning. She ran between the main hall and butterfly house to gather wandering family members for photos. When she thought she had everyone, someone asked where their uncle or aunt was and she would have to search for them. 

After the third time, Obanai laid his hand on her shoulder and said he would go retrieve the errant person while scrutinizing the Kocho and Shinazugawa clans. With his assistance, they gathered everyone and Gyokko was able to take what seemed like thousands of pictures. He even captured one where a blue butterfly landed on Mitsuri’s shoulder. She had to cover her mouth to stop from scaring the insect away. With a laugh, Shinobu asked if this was the beginning of Mitsuri’s Disney princess arc. Mitsuri felt her cheeks warm at her friend’s teasing. 

After the photo session, they went to the reception hall for dinner. Mitsuri ordered two plates and was in the middle of eating an ohagi when Genya stood up and asked for everyone’s attention. It was time for the best man’s and maid of honor’s speeches. 

“Evening, everyone,” Genya began. He held the microphone so tight his fingers blanched. His posture was rigid. “For those that don’t know me, I’m Genya, Sanemi’s brother. Despite our appearances, he’s older. I hit my growth spurt at 15, but before that I always looked up to him. Now it’s more of a figure of speech.” Sanemi’s other brothers chuckled at the eldest��s expense. Sanemi shot them a pointed look, which silenced them. Genya rubbed the back of his neck and shuffled through his note cards. 

“Growing up, Sanemi acted like the toughest guy. He got into fights a lot, which Obanai can attest to,” Genya said, gesturing to the other groomsman. Obanai simply nodded once in confirmation, which made Mitsuri laugh. That’s how the two met. 

“He has a softer side he rarely shows. One time when he was thirteen he snuck out with his backpack. I was worried he was running away, so I followed. After a few blocks, he stopped and walked into an abandoned house. Sanemi set down his backpack and sat on the front porch. A second later I saw a small dog appeared and ran to him. She looked pretty thin, but she was wagging his tail like crazy. Sanemi pulled out lunch meat and started feeding her. I joined him on the porch. At first, he was angry. I could have been kidnapped or worse. Eventually, he calmed down and explained how he found the dog and had been feeding her on his way to and from school for two weeks, but he couldn’t find her earlier. In that one act, he showed me what it meant to be a good man.” Genya paused for a moment and wiped away a tear with his sleeve. 

“Since he’s been with Kanae, I’ve seen the way he is more willing to show his softer side. It makes me really happy because my big brother is the nicest person in the world,” Genya said as his voice began to tremble. “It means the world to me that others can see it now, so from the bottom of my heart thank you and welcome to the family, Kanae!” Genya cheered. 

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Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Leon S. Kennedy/Chris Redfield, Leon S. Kennedy/Piers Nivans Characters: Leon S. Kennedy, Chris Redfield (Resident Evil), Piers Nivans, Jill Valentine, Rebecca Chambers, Ingrid Hunnigan, OCs to flesh out the world Additional Tags: Time Travel, re2r leon kennedy, RE4R Leon Kennedy, Vendetta Leon Kennedy, Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Piers Nivans Lives, Infected Piers Nivans, Hurt/Comfort, POV Multiple, Angst, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Aftermath of Torture, Sleep Deprivation, Protective Chris Redfield (Resident Evil), Character Study, Mentions of alcoholism, Established Leon S. Kennedy/Chris Redfield, Not polyamory, it's complicated lmao, Disabled Character, Disabled Piers Nivans Summary:

"I haven't seen her in hours, I— I don't know where she went after the police station." The rookie is determined to sit up, reaching out like he could drag Chris to Claire through sheer force of will now that they've met, and Chris has to place a firm hand on his chest to keep him from rising. "Tell me she made it."

They stare at each other. Chris feels his heart break and reform in his chest.

He's lying there, displaced in time, bleeding with an infected gunshot wound, and he's asking after Claire.

It's so Leon that it hurts. - Two younger versions of Leon Kennedy get stuck in 2015. It goes about as well as you'd expect.

[randlemartin]

As far as Johnny’s concerned, he should be heading in the opposite direction: towards the States, not deeper into the heartlands of the continent. Clearly, however, someone higher up has a different idea, deciding his time is better spent crowding into the back of a DUKW, watching scores of surrendered Krauts march by.

chapter 8. the beginning of hot austrian summer 1945

[the-kr8tor]

Chapter 15 mood board

Am I using my writing break to look at memes? Yes I am.

We're almost there! Just a few more scenes left ❤️

[baby-yongbok]

You ever type something and feel soooo good about it and then - poof - you hate it and wanna burn it and yourself to the ground.

[ingo-ingoing-ingone]

Here's a small sneak peek of the next ABYS chapter! Jubilife celebration for Akari... Chapter should be done soon, I hope! :D

[padfootastic]

exam szn is coming up which obviously means ore distractions, as everyone knows. so what better than to come back to tumblr lol so many tag games etc piling up that i wanna dooooooo

so. let’s have a lil snippet time!

thanks for the tag @in-flvx 💜 this one’s from a wip that was supposed to have been finished & posted for jilypad week but,,,,here we are,,,,,

“Sirius!” Lily exclaims. “We were looking for you.”

“Oh?” He presses a quick kiss to her cheek before bending down to pick Harry up, who immediately cuddles into his arms with a tired sigh. Poor baby, must’ve been exhausted by all the excitement at the beach.

“Yeah, regarding tonight—“ Sirius gulped quietly at the way she said that “—Your room is a bit…messy, I’m sorry. We were reorganising and well, y’know how it goes…”

She shrugs apologetically but all Sirius can think about is how she called it ‘his room’. Not the guest room, not the spare, but his room. Sirius’. He once again pushes past the mushy feelings that rise in him at that little distinction.

“Oh, it’s—it’s fine, I can just take the couch, no problem.” Even if his feet tend to hang off the end, and the edges are a bit lumpy, it’s fine. He resolutely doesn’t think about his comfortable Alaskan King at home.

“Of course you can’t!” Lily scowls at him. “We’re not gonna put you in a couch in your own house, Sirius.”

There it was again, the reference to him belonging here. It was a bit presumptuous, slightly possessive but Sirius was a dog at heart, he was never going to turn down ownership.

“Er—the nursery, then?” he asks, confused.

“What, crammed up in Harry’s crib beside him?” she says with a scoff, “Don’t be silly.”

Sirius blinks. “Where am I sleeping then?”

“With us, of course.” He jumps at the voice booming from behind him, clutching Harry tighter to his chest, whirling around to find James munching on a carrot.

“Where did you come from?” Sirius mutters under his breath before straightening up and saying, louder, “And what do you mean with you?”

“Well, like Lily said,” and here he sends a meaningful, entirely undecipherable, look towards his wife who…blushes? “Your room’s temporarily indisposed, the couch isn’t even an option—don’t give me that look, you barely fit on the thing—and the floor is gonna mess up your back worse than it is.”

“Oi!”

“So, our room it is.”

Right. Of course. Because that’s the obvious conclusions. How could he say no?

(Again, he can’t so he doesn’t)

It’s twenty minutes later, after Harry’s been put to bed, thoroughly kissed by his parents and godfather, after James is done with his nighttime turmeric milk and Lily’s put her hair up into braids and Sirius has taken out all his rings and chains and bracelets—that’s when he’s stumped by yet another problem.

How, exactly, are they going to sleep in one bed?

“We’re just going to expand it a little, Pads, don’t worry,” James says, supremely unconcerned.

He goggles at that, staring at the casual wand work. A part of him wonders why this is the extent of magic they’re using to solve this problem—James can conjure a bed Silenced, with his eyes closed—but promptly decides to not dwell on that for everyone’s sake.

[starrysmiling]

[fic] impressions, memories, and all else that is engraved within the heart

"We didn't know each other for very long, but he left a lasting impression."

G-rated | 7.5k words | posted 30/12/2024 | for ephemer week!

ephemer & player | major cameos: skuld, brain, lauriam

missing scenes, 5+1, features keykid shenanigans!

read here

[wisteriagoesvroom]

uhhhh does anyone want a tag when the lando gets railed in a dress by ojp fic goes up? (feel free to dm or comment if so)

i talked about it here before and it only took me like 7 months to write it but. we ball

[reallypleasanttree]

Wedding Plans: Kyojuro's POV on Obamitsu

There had been a day when Kyojuro saw Obanai’s crow deliver a letter to Mitsuri. She gave the crow a treat and took the letter. She tore the seal and didn’t realize Kyojuro was watching her. As she scanned the paper, her smile grew and her eyes shined brighter than he had ever seen before. She brought the letter to her chest and closed her eyes. 

Though Kyojuro couldn’t hear what she whispered, he read her lips. Come home safe, Iguro-San. Then she pressed her lips to the paper. Her feelings were palpable to anyone with common sense. The truth of Obanai’s love was spoken under the guise of haikus.

He knew how their story would end before it began. One would die and the other would be devastated. It happened to his parents and countless other slayers. Being a demon slayer was a death sentence.

[roboyomo]

oki goodnightooo chat we are getting Eepy ^<^

[pfhwrittes]