#Zashiki warashi! Reader

[a-998h]

Could you make an DIU with a Halloween theme with the Reader being a magical creature (those that play with humans in a harmless way?)

*Reader after throwing eggs at Rohan's house because he didn't accept giving them candy*

Reader is a Zashiki warashi

You lived in one of houses of ghost alley, with Reimi and her dog Arnold not knowing you were there. Due to the limits of being a zashiki warashi, you went house hunting, and now you've found new friends and a grumpy green haired man.

Authors note: Halloween is more of an adult holiday in Japan, and trick or treating is not common, so I went with a harmless yokai.

You start your journey in his house.

Josuke wakes up one Saturday to his mother yelling in anger.

When he asks what's wrong, he's chewed out for "knocking over the laundry powder, not cleaning it up, and tracking footprints all over the parlor!"

Except, he was asleep and never went into the laundry room.

Despite this, he's forced to clean the mess while his mom goes grocery shopping.

This keeps happening for days and he and his mom are sick of it

Neither of them know what's causing the mess and it's getting really bothersome trying to clean it up when ashe or soap powder is tracked through the parlor

The mystery is sloved when Josuke is staying up late, playing video games on a Friday night

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a child shaped thing

He freaks out and brings out Crazy Diamond

You hide and he demands answers

"I *sniffles* I just wanted to play with you," you say

Well, there's goes his heart and anger

Once he calms down, he looks at you with a sigh

Now, when you explain your situation, he feels a but bad for you

Now, he'll use his allowance to buy you candy

Around Halloween, he's shocked to see you interacting with other people

When he learns you can interact fully with people during Halloween, he gets excited

That is now your pseudosibling bonding day

Doesn't know if you can see stands or not, you can

Uses Crazy Diamond to fix the toys he buys for you

Asks you about yourself, and how you ended up in his house

One Halloween, his mom sees you and he tells her you're a kid he's babysitting

Kind of gets annoyed with your messy pranks

Is willing to introduce you to his friends and family if you're willing

Might think you're a victim of Kira and that fuels his resolve to stop Kira

He learns about you after coming over to hang out with Josuke that Halloween

Freaks out, thinking Josuke messed around with a girl and had a kid

Once he's told you're not Josuke's child, just a yokai who hangs out in his house, he's all smiles

Asks you a lot of questions about being a yokai

Now, he's willing to act as your big brother

Is a tad less willing to buy you candy, cause he's cheap

Makes up for it by playing with you a lot

Might accidentally scare you with the video games he plays

Willing to show you how to play the games if your interested

Finds your mischief funny, unless it's in his way

He and Josuke might look for your grave, whether you're a Kira victim or not

Is so happy on Halloween when you can actually hug him

If Tonio's is open late, he'll take you there

Shows of The Hand to you

Makes the most of your time together

Sometimes gets overexcited and scares you

Might teach you to swear

Encourages you to prank Rohan

Will not use you as a cheat on his history homework

Was told about you by Josuke and Okuyasu

At first, he though they were pranking him

When he meets you, he has a slight freak out

Now, he's calm around you

Might bring over some of his sister's old toys

Keeps you away from video games that might scare you

Brings out Echoes so you have someone to play with

Brings you candy, and doesn't worry about you brushing your teeth

On Halloween, he might take you to his house so you can hang out with Police

Is happy when you bond with his mother and sister

Gets nervous when trying to cover up your supernatrual nature

Keeps you far from Rohan for Rohan's sake

Is on guard when Yukako even glances at you

Researches the history of your era

Does everything in his power to make you comfortable in the modern world

Teaches you about the modern world

Loves seeing you get excited about modern toys and candies

She met you the same time Koichi did

Screams at first

When she learns you're harmless, she goes to hug you

Now, you have a carzy older sister

Asks you about yourself all the time

Learns to make modern alternatives to your favorite ancient dishes

On Halloween, she'll take you to her house and will make you hang out with her

Buys you a lot of toys and candy

Plays dress up with you

Is a weird mix between obcessive mom and older sister

Very strict about strange danger

Makes the most of her time with you when you're on the mortal world

Worried about you when things with Kira get worse

Takes you out in public

Threatens you with a child leash if you keep being a menace

Reads you childrens books

Curious about your age

Will try and teach you thinks from modern times

The whole town has been told that you're her cousin

You don't like him, and he doesn't like you

You took a Halloween walk and ran into him, literally

He got mad, you asked for candy, and he told you to get lost

Now, Rohan has a child ghost pranking him

Fucking hates this

Keeps you out of his manga room

Might just hand you paper and a pencil and tell you to draw somewhere else

Hates when your pranks make a mess

Will ask you about your era for research of he makes another series

So pissed when you egged his house for not giving you candy

If you annoy him enough, he'll take you on his sketching outing

Tries to use Heavens Door on you

Heavens Door is now you playmate

Will use a child leash on you

Does everything in his power to keep you under control

Keeps you locked inside after dark on Halloween

If you beg hard enough, he'll give you drawing lessons

He doesn't believe you exist

Thinks you're just a piece of his brain that feels a bit guilty

Your pranks do annoy him

While he doesn't believe in you, you make him act like an exhausted parent

I don't think he's highly superstitious, but he does believe in super natural beings, such as gods

Only really acknowledges you when you get in the way of hisserial killing

Gives in and leaves candy for you so you stop bothering him

Knows you're super natural because Killer Queen can see you but he can't

On Halloween, you show up on his door and he is so confused

Acts like a good person and gets the small child home, and then you appear it his house 10 minutes later

Thinks you're here to torture him for his actions but plays it cool

Does everything he can to keep you out of his house and life

When his end arrives, he sees you and realizes he's stuck with you forever now

[hiraeth-sonder]

Delusive Masks - Nasu

Yan! Tamamo no Mae x Reader

Old foxes aren't the best servants, they're wily and complex, and most of all, possessive

TW: Mentions of violence in the form of burning, general toxic manipulative behaviour, not really proof read

//The brainrot hit so bad that I wrote a bad fever dream. A whole bunch of liberties taken with the way being an onmyoji works and with characters as per usual. Poem is from 陽成院歌合, topic of 夏虫の恋 and is number 06 of the whole collection

あふことを, いつともしらぬ

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To be a good person is not difficult, to be a good onmyoji perhaps less so. For many people, merely getting the skill and natural ability to qualify as one is already a kind of privilege, it taints the way they view themselves, creating grandiose splendours that they can transcend beyond the mortal principles. Yet when one becomes powerful enough to summon shikigami beyond weak spirits imbued into paper dolls, it gets to their head. They suddenly, foolishly believe themselves capable of nothing short of miracles. How fast they fall, turning themselves into cruel masters, bidding their servants to acts no better than the very yokai they seek to exorcise, kicking upon their shikigami to which they had entered that sacred contract. 

You are grateful for many things in life, the first that you had good parents that supported your wishes, the second that you could become a practising onmyoji, and the third being your master’s consistent and persistent hammering of humility and altruism. No lesser or greater than any being that walks upon this world, whether human or spirit, your duty was to protect the innocent and excise the guilty. Of course, he had worded it much more eloquently than such, but the motive was still present in his orotund words. 

Your shikigami are as equally deserving of respect as you are, unconditional kindness could very often make the difference between an evil spirit and a good one. You have stuck by such truths for as long as you have started, even when the only spirits under your command were Ubume and Zashiki Warashi. It became a promise of kinds, that you would always do right by them so long as they showed the same sentiment in return. Eventually, you ended up with quite a few of them, a good entourage of them you knew you could trust. Yet, it was rather difficult for people to take you seriously without certifiably powerful spirits, or perhaps it was more accurate to say that there was a certain gap between the perceived disciple of the great Abe no Seimei, and the reality that you were. 

There was some part of you that did resent that expectation, partly that others should have no right to comment on your ability solely on your patronage, and partly because it felt too close to home. Of course you knew it was shameful to be so powerless when you study under one of the best practitioners, it is only natural you did. 

The smell of incense fills your nose as your eyes adjust to the dim room, a talisman before you laying on the wooden floor. With a brush in hand, dipped in ink and poised for use, you calm your pounding heart. You have already summoned a few shikigami before, yet at this very moment, you could feel nothing but inexplicable foreboding. It made no sense, with your current living quarters more than protected by both your and your shikigamis’ efforts, yet you could not merely shake off the tenseness in your joints and the roiling in your stomach. 

It hurts, everything still hurts. Your hands from all the preparation, your knees from kneeling on such hard floors, your head from everything that has been and shall be. It is as though your body only knows to bear suffering, pain from which is borne from being mortal, pain borne of the pure action of breathing. 

Still, you close your eyes and take a deep breath. Picking up your brush in a ramrod perfect posture, the incantation so familiar to your lips spill out as ink stains the talisman. Your voice starts soft, barely a whisper in the wind and as your hand scrawls and scrawls with a fervour not quite known to human consciousness, it rises until the only sound in your ear is your very own words. 

The moment your brush lifts off the paper and the ink settles within, placed within the circle, it resonates and glows, bursting with light and into flame as it burns into a brilliant blaze. It threatens to engulf the summoning room, grazing at the ceiling as even the fire from your candles are absorbed into such a violent inferno. You can feel the heat, practically licking your skin and singeing the ends of your coat, sweat beading at your brow as you shield your eyes from the bright display. 

Even when the flames dim, what is before your eyes is merely the shaping of the firestorm into nine distinct tails, a vulpine silhouette that eventually reveals a tall figure, draped in silks and brocades. With an elaborate fox-like mask hiding the top half of his face, this spirit which presented himself as both court official and decadent noble snapped open his fan to further hide his jade white visage. Among the cool night, all you could feel was the radiating heat from his form, even if he retracted his flames, it was as if there was nothing beyond him and his fire. 

The high wooden geta clacks against the wooden floorboards, elegant footfalls approaching you ever closer as he steps out of the circle. He makes no effort to lower himself to your level, fervid eyes burning behind the mask as he tips his fan beneath your chin and lifts it. The spirit takes a gander at your appearance, scrutinising your every feature with an intensity far beyond mild interest. 

“This place has experienced great change since I’ve last been here,” The old fox’s lips curl into a smile, the peek of sharp canines peeking from behind. His voice is sultry, a minacious bite to his words,  “Onmyoji, we finally finally meet.”

No matter this first introduction, dealing with this great spirit will be much more complicated than any you have ever met. A venerable kitsune in which vagary destruction lay right at the snap of his fingers, no matter what kind of fate he deems worthy for your mortal self, it is exactly because you are mortal that you should meet this trial. 

Bowing, you raise your clasped hands in front of you and dip until you feel your back screech for mercy, “Tamamo no mae-sama, it is an honour to meet you.”

“Do take care of me, little lady,” He croons and a shiver runs through your bones, no matter how gentle his words were.

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なつむしの, おもひはかぎり

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“Master, I did not think you would arrive so quickly.”

Your hands are steady as you tip the lacquered teapot, fragrant tea pouring in a steady stream from its slender spout. The dark liquid a blend you rarely take out other than to entertain your master, there is a certain trepidation that comes with such an act, one you are not sure when will finally leave you. The joints of your fingers ache, throbbing even as you lay at rest. 

“It is so wrong for me to worry for you?” He raises a brow, azure eyes regarding you with some placid gleam.

Despite your admittedly out of place nerves, your master has done nothing to warrant such, that in spite of his graceful and aloof poise, Seimei may likely be one of the kindest people you have ever met. You understand that a person can in no way be entirely benevolent nor evil, for that is what makes a sentient being sentient, but there is merely something about him that brings forward ease within a person. 

You only shake your head, an abashed quirk tugging at your lips. Watching him take a sip from his cup, your mind drifts back to the message you had sent. A letter that was hastily scrawled and messy beyond reason, the paper carried the distinct stench of smoke and ash, it was a moment of panic now that you could look upon the incident with a much clearer head. The minute you had situated the old yokai in conditions appeasable to his own tastes, you remember sprinting back to your room, sweat clinging to your skin and staining the paper as you wrote, informing your master what had just occurred and asking for his guidance. 

“Of course not, I just thought you would have taken more time to get here,” You hum, your voice lowered and sheepish. “Were you not at the capital when my letter arrived?”

Your master only nods, “Your words were so fearful, I thought you had come across a great trouble.”

He takes a moment to partake from his drink once more, a silence falling upon the sun-lit room as birds chirp in the nearby trees and the sound of your shikigami going about their lives ring from the distance. You rest your eyes upon his form, noting the seeming flawlessness of his presence. Sharper features that hinted at some otherworldly grace, just the most minute sign found in the form of the slight furrow of his brow revealed the distress that plagued him. Then, his long lashes flutter open, and your master merely seems to smile, relief all but seeping from his eyes. 

“I am glad you are well.”

Averting your gaze, you thank him under your breath as heat flushes at the tips of your ears, not quite certain whether such bashfulness stems from troubling him or emotions else explained. 

You can only move the conversation of topic away from that moment, putting on a facade of ease, “I thought you would have more insight about him.”

The expression on his face shifts ever so slightly, a sudden hardness in his eyes as he grips the teacup just the little tighter. 

“He…has experienced a great number of losses due to both divine and human action,” He manages to breathe out, the sound almost all but serene if not for the lengthy pause between his words. Your master inhales, as though to continue his words, yet he only sighs, “I am afraid that is as much as I can disclose for now, it is not my place to tell what he does not wish to be revealed.”

Just as you think to pry just a little further, Hana’s voice echoes from beyond the closed doors, asking for your presence. There is a concern tinging her words, and judging by the pattering of rushed footsteps, this was a matter that required your immediate and utmost earnest attention. 

“Master, I must apologise but…” Your eyes glance between him and the door, chest tightening ever so slightly as blood rushes through your veins. 

Seimei merely shakes his head, an assuaging expression on his face as he waves you off, “Do not worry about me, go ahead.”

Nodding, you rise as quickly as possible, rushing off as you are swiftly carted off to the issue. The white haired man remains in his seated position, taking in the scent of his tea as he closes his eyes. He hears the silence of the wind, with neither bird song nor liveliness of existence. Seimei finishes the rest of his tea, herbal and heady fragrance greeting his senses for the last time before he places it down alongside your abandoned cup. 

He takes a breath, not bothering to open his eyes as he speaks, “Uncle, I know you are there.”

From beyond the door and announcing his entrance through soft clicks, a masked man deigns to show his face as he lowers his fan. With his lips almost permanently lifted in mirth, the scarlet markings that painted his mask aided with the unease that your master suddenly feels creeping onto his spine. He is unfamiliar with this sensation, especially from the man before him. 

“Seimei, its been a long time,” The old fox croons, insouciant tinge to his voice. 

Without missing a beat, your master finds a new urgency within him, “What are your intentions with my disciple?”

“We have yet to see each other after so long and this is your first question for me?” Tamamo hums, an unexplainable expression on his jade white face. His fan taps against his jaw in a rhythmic manner, voice much more playful and recondite than Seimei would have liked, “She called out and I responded, nothing more, nothing less.”

“If you have any malintention upon her, I fear I may have to take action.”

Not quite a threat, for even he is unable to deny their relationship, but more so a warning. This tension between the two of them has an unspoken depth, one that had existed long before this clandestine reunion, and with Seimei’s admittedly almost obvious concern for your wellbeing, it only seems to sour so. 

The old fox smiles, and the younger finds that he does not enjoy the way those golden eyes seem to shine with burning regard from beyond the mask. Tamamo only muses, yet despite the airy nature of his voice, behind his lilt was a zealous avariciousness, “I promise you, no harm shall befall her so long as I am by her side.”

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なくやあるらん

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For all that the froglets incident was worth, a situation that had been more so confusing and hysterical for the regional townspeople than any life-threatening catastrophe as you had been led to believe, it was only a mild inconvenience. A few dozen little frogs dressed to appear as great yokais were merely wandering around and acting as if they were the spirits themselves, of course they had also been imbued with some kind of ability that allowed them to recreate such acts, but it was still not some matter that would raze the whole of Heian-Kyo. 

Still, that had not meant you expected to return to your abode with said froglets nipping at your heels ready to make themselves useful. 

“Master…” At a loss for words, Momo could only cock her head at the image before her. 

Rather than being seated at your desk pouring over documents, you were instead making yourself quite busy with some leisurely reading while the froglets dedicate themselves to stacking your books in an order only they seemed to know. 

“It’s okay, they are not causing any issue,” You smile, an amused huff escaping your nose when your eyes drift to Susabi Frog balancing on top of Ichimokuren Frog as it just barely pushes a star chart into place, “I am just keeping them busy.”

Turning your attention back to Momo, you place down your book as you roll your shoulders back, the vertebrae in your spine not quite as sore. “Did you have something for me to look at?”

“Ubume asked whether you wanted to join us for lunch or have us eat with you.” Her voice is slightly hesitant, just one step away from wavering. 

It feels like instinct at this point, you rest your head upon your palm and squeeze your eyes in delight. If you had to be honest, you did quite miss being able to have meals with your shikigamis, always some lively affair and certainly occuring far too sparsely for your liking.

“It has been some time since we all sat down together and ate, has it not?”

She nods her head, a hopeful expression on her face as her eyes widen in mock innocence, “Mhm! So will you?”

You laugh, shaking your head as you get up and dust your clothes. An excitement fills her as the little blooms in her hair burst open, grabbing your arm and all but dragging you out. Turning a glance to the froglets, you wave them over and they come scampering to your side at the first notice, almost all too excited to follow along. They clamour in the occasional croak or ribbit, asking about this and that. More akin to children, you wonder when that sentiment started. 

By the time you arrive in your courtyard, it is all but a wonderfully teeming gathering, noise filling your ears in a manner that only served to coax your heart from its tight cage. Seeing them like this, you are happy that you get to have such a sight, living free from suffering and safe, that was the most important point, that they were safe. 

“I see you all are in good spirits,” You hum, an announcement that is swiftly followed by a symphony of ‘Master’s’. 

Some of the younger shikigami immediately leap from their seats to your side, to which you only greet them with on overfond smile and a pat on the head. Those busy with serving food or handing out cutlery likewise greet you, not quite able to pull themselves away from their tasks but still sending a smile or a wave. Momo is quick to join everyone else, flitting between chatting and aiding. Ootengu had busied himself with scooping soup while Hana had been floating around ensuring everyone had some kind of meal, leaving one person notably uninvolved. 

“Little lady,” The old yokai calls for you, resting his head on his palm as a smile plays on his lips. Sitting beneath the plum blossom tree, he almost looks like the subject of a great painting under falling petals and soft sunlight. Just the view of such makes you almost afraid to approach him, yet still you do so. You are unable to tell exactly whether his levity is real, but you can only assume so by his leisurely tone, “Have the froglets been helping you?”

Glancing at the frogs now being babied by the rest of your shikigami, a notion you did not think they would take up so fast, you only laugh, “They are very earnest, thank you.”

Silence falls upon the two of you and for a moment, it truly does feel that all is right in the world. There is little discomfort in your body, joints no longer cracking at every minute action nor head pounding at every little stimulus that dared to exist. The smell of sweet flowers and delightful aroma of proper food fills the air, and you yearn for nothing more than these days to continue on. 

Those froglets, troublesome at first though they may, had ended up being a kind of blessing. For ever since their attempted marauding, you have had little, if any issues that required your action. You spend your days reading and writing, responding to correspondence and finally able to focus on your studies. 

It is while reminiscing that Tamamo’s silvery words reach your ears, pleasant and coaxing. 

“These few weeks have been rather peaceful, don’t you think?” He tilts his head to the side, meeting your gaze in a single move. 

You squeeze your eyes again, a soft sigh escaping you as a smile tugs at your lips, “It has, I can finally get to some marriage proposals I had apparently recieved.”

For a moment, just the slightest second late, you thought the old fox’s expression darkened. Yet just as quickly as it came, it left, and he simply continues on. His eagerness almost resembles that of those older ladies, that crooning voice asking for more and more, ready to give advice you never thought you would need, older yokais surely were no different than mortals. 

“Oh? And who is the lucky fellow?” His nails, scarlet and far longer than you remember, clasp around his fan. 

“Just another onmyoji, he isn’t from the big name clans that sent their pathetic excuse they call letters,” You sigh, then hold your hands up in clarification, as though to correct yourself from your perceived distate, “Which is good, less likely to be some bigoted oaf.”

Tamamo merely hums, snapping open his fan to hide the bottom of his face, yet there was an odd wry tinge to his words, “How intriguing, our little lady seems to be quite popular to attract even onmyojis from the big clans.”

“Don’t flatter me, they just want to find someone they can continue their bloodlines with.”

Rolling your eyes, an acerbic grin appears on your face as you take a drink from the teacup one of the froglets brought over. Just like those old ladies, he places a hand on your shoulder and with an assuaging tone, a sense of warm reassurance is poured into your being. 

“Well, you won’t have to worry. I’m certain you will have no trouble.”

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またまたも, みをぞすてつる

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Kiyohara Genjirou, a practicing onmyoji that had sought you out not only for his pursuit of the craft but admiration as well. So he cited in his first correspondence, and so you would like to believe. 

As he wrote to you, you found him an eloquent and diligent man. Genjirou, though not hailing from a noble family nor considered talented enough to join a major clan, wandered through the country aiding when he could. All he had were paper dolls and simple talisman, yet that was all he needed. He had heard tales from those whose qualms you have solved, and had grown curious of your being. It was natural, yet this natural curiosity had grown to longing when he caught a glimpse of you in the city. 

The image he described of you had seem otherworldly when you first read it, donned in simple robes and merely another face among the crowd, his eyes had no choice but to follow along your form, entirely unable to pull away from you. As if sent down from the high heavens, even the slightest whisper of your voice had made him understand why men should turn to religion. 

You thought of him less fondly, perhaps not an infatuation such as his but an interest nonetheless. He had only sent two letters, the first that had been introductory and more similar to polite courtesy, the second much more personal and akin to courting. Still, you had been touched by his words, further still when you read the last portion. He would make the journey to your estate, to meet you and to perhaps, if you would allow him the chance to, to court you. 

It was by no means a demand, but rather a suggestion. Genjirou had gone so far as to write that should you not find him appealing in any manner, that should you deem him overstepping, you were in every right to have him kicked out and his hair cut short. 

You remember showing Tamamo the letter, surrounded by the froglets as he read from behind your shoulder. You told him that you would like to meet such a staunch person, and perhaps at the time, you had laughed alongside him when he said that should Genjirou truly act as he feared, then it would not be humiliation that he would bear. There was nothing to worry for, all you had to do was await his arrival. 

Yet, despite his staid words and his solemn promises, he never came. 

Under the moonlight and through the cold night wind, you can only let out a soft sigh. Your shoulders slump beneath your robes as all of a sudden, your body feels too heavy for your feet. Leaning against the wooden pillars of the front gate, that familiar tightness in your chest returns once more. Yet rather than what feels like your ribs enclosing onto your rapidly beating heart, what occurs to you now is more akin to that sentimental organ squeezing against its cage, yearning to pry straight through to leap out and wither away. Your lungs long for air, forcing in and out and yet it is not enough, never enough. 

It is cold, so, so cold. Why were you cold?

Closing your eyes, you feel a presence approach from behind you, then a hand pulls you away from your resting spot. You lay against a warm body, that even through layers and layers of silk and brocade, you do not even have to open your eyes to know who it is. 

“Tamamo,” Your murmur disappears into the night, yet it is a call that he hears and responds to. 

With your limp limbs that which hang uselessly, the old fox gathers you into his embrace, allowing you to bury your face into his chest. “I thought he was different…”

Methodical and rhythmic, his chest rises and lowers, coaxing your breath to follow suite. Within his hold, there is a warmth that penetrates the skin, enveloping your tendons in loving flame. Tightly held and tightly received, Tamamo lets you dig your nails into him, until your fingertips ache and your wrists cramp up. He merely returns the sentiment, as though it was entirely natural to do so. 

“Will you be honest with me?” 

As though ashamed to even consider such a thought an option, you can barely muster your voice to above a whisper, “Do you think I’m a disappointment to my master?”

“Of course not, my little lady is very accomplished,” He croons, his voice soft and soothing. “Do you think I would have answered your call otherwise?”

Still enveloped in his presence, you inhale the familiar smell that clings to him. When he speaks to you as such, it truly does feel like all will be right in this world. Desiring nothing more than to keep you safe, this old fox you had once shrinked from has now become your only succour. How fast you had let him in your heart, that he should treat you with the same regard and care you do the rest of your shikigami, and you would become so easily reliant on what he may give you. Ironic, yet undeniably a notion you had grown aware of since his arrival. 

“Besides, he is rather foolish to give up on you,” He sighs, an undertone distantly related to triumph hidden beneath assuage and fondness. 

That graceful hand cups your face, reverent as though bearing a great treasure. Your eyes flutter open, and it is then you notice that he is no longer wearing his mask, presenting that exquisite face once hidden to you. Narrow eyes of beguiling gold with long lashes, lips that more appeared as delicate petals. No matter the scarlet markings painted upon his skin, it is no wonder that men should turn to fanaticism in the face of such sublimity. You can only stare in awe, how warm your ears flush and how heat roils in your stomach upon the sonorous hum of his voice. 

“You deserve much, much better than a human who only knows to lie to you.”

Lying on the beaten dirt path, Kiyohara Genjirou will be buried in an unmarked grave, neither name nor profession known to those who will find him. For all that remains of this unwitting suitor is the stench of smoke and shrivelled corpse, caught too soon in a fox’s tempestuous favour and left to burn in the same blazing rancour that once threatened to engulf the tranquil capital. 

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なつむしの, なほあきたらぬ

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Being a good onmyoji is not difficult, it is not some arduous task to respect and love your shikigami, to treat them as one would dear friends and family. Yet, a shikigami that has only lost and lost, when given a second chance to make it all right, what then happens to that good onmyoji is very often known only to those hidden away.

Your master, when he had learned of the events that transpired had taken it with nothing more than a furrowed brow and a sharp exhale. Before he left, he had gifted you a talisman and instructed you to hang it in your room, to which you did. Yet, that very day, it had gone missing from your door. You had no unease at it, after all, he had given you hundreds of protection talismans, what difference was one going missing?

You on the other hand, had come to realise many things about your emotions with the arrival of both dismay and prolonged peace. That old fox who has done nothing but inexplicably care for you, with no explanation nor clarification. It had come out of nowhere, that quiet wistfulness and longing glances, you nearly thought yourself mad yet it was true. Torturing yourself with what could only possibly be, one could only imagine the joy that filled you when you had to do nothing but wait just a little longer, and even that foolish wish should come to be. 

Cicadas sing in the distant night, your lover has long retired for the night and lays atop the bed, what you may see now is but his most true form, masks and disguises left at the door. Vulpine ears atop his head along with nine full tails, he once again scoops you into his embrace as even his tails move to cover you. 

“Cold…” You only whine, squirming closer as though you could crawl into his skin. 

Tamamo only huffs in amusement, no sign of actual vexation, and pulls you in closer. The increased contact brings burning touch falling upon your skin, the old fox noses along some invisible line at your neck, his lips pressing a kiss upon your pulse. He coaxes a sigh from your throat, soft and airy and almost all too practiced. Wholeheartedly embracing the fervid greed within him, you think you feel the prick of sharp canines against tender skin, yet you could care less. 

In nothing more than your sleeping robes, luxurious clothes stripped off, legs entangled and limbs intertwined. To an unwitting observer, it would be difficult to discern whose form was whose, so thoroughly ensnared fox and human may as well be one body.

With neither onmyoji nor spirit to separate the two of you, and in this little delusion, not even the heavens will seize you from his side. He has ensured it, he shall see to it that the one he loves will never bear such suffering ever again. 

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こひをたのみて

[takusan-no-ai]

Abysmal Curse

PAIRING: Jean/Ganyu/Kokomi x Male Reader (Romantic) (Separate)

SUMMARY: Their boyfriend, (Y/N), is an outcast because of a “curse”.

You were a normal young boy, having a good childhood. One day your friends invited you to play hide and seek. But it lead to you adventuring farther out, where it wasn’t safe.

You came into contact with the abyss and ever since then have been cursed. It was a pretty flower, yet it corroded your hands into something deadly.

Not knowing what happened you ran for your parents. They were at the fountain in Mondstadt. You grabbed your mother’s hand and she died in an instant, her entire body rotting before your eyes.

Since then you were given gloves out of curtesy, but ostracized from society. Your father, friends, everyone abandoned you; the only person who didn’t was Jean.

Everyone called you a curse. A misfortune that will one day destroy Mondstadt. But Jean didn’t believe any of it. She listened to your story and sympathized, wanting to heal your trauma.

She didn’t care for the dirty looks she got, and even convinced her sister Barbara to “cleanse” you at the church so you’d be accepted somewhere; better than living in the cold forest.

Life isn’t easy, and yet Jean will always be there to make everyday a little better. She promises one day the world will accept her boyfriend; perhaps making you a knight should be the first step?

A disgraced being corrupted by the abyss, your existence has been tantamount to a bad joke. There wasn’t a good thing about you; a man who was born immortal thanks to Rex Lapis, but because of the Abyss, slowly kills all life surrounding him the worst his mood gets.

Being young, you weren’t aware of such a curse. Until at Liyue Harbor you got into a fight with another kid and threw a tantrum. The whole block was sick for weeks and BuBu Pharmacy was running low on supplies.

But that kid died. Then some elderly. And eventually your one tantrum killed ten people. As much as it saddened Rex Lapis, your existence proved to be dangerous, and so he banished you. But you agreed with his judgment.

You sheltered yourself far away from society in Liyue, where no one’s life would be at risk because of your tantrums. Your constant switching moods didn’t help, and soon your sanctuary became a wasteland.

You’d think it would scare off others, but Ganyu wasn’t always the most normal person in society. She’d heard of your life from Cloud Retainer, and although different, it reminded her of Shenhe.

She couldn’t help herself and started to care for your wellbeing. Comforting you when life was tough, helping you find ways to control your emotions, and loving you. It was a shock for her, but she quickly embraced the love she had for you.

Ganyu really wants society to accept you but she knows just how impossible that will be. Instead she introduces you to Xiao, saying you can help him eradicate evil from the shadows. It’ll take a long time for you to be accepted, so she hopes the legends of you can bring some light to your goodness.

When you were a young boy Miko found you outside her shrine. Immediately she recognized you as a yokai: Zashiki-Warashi. A creature that visits homes and can bring good fortune, but leaves horrid misfortune when it leaves the home.

Miko took care of you over the years; she made sure you were never allowed into a home for your own safety. However news of a good fortune yokai spread in Inazuma thanks to some eavesdropping kids, and soon you were captured. Brought over all across Inazuma, misfortune following every house you went.

You finally found refuge in Watatsumi Island. There the abductors were arrested and dealt with swiftly by General Gorou, who later introduced you to Kokomi. They tried to convince you to live in a proper house, but you constantly denied.

Eventually you had to tell them you were a zashiki-warashi, and that if you ever left your house a great misfortune would consume Watatsumi Island. Naturally, this lead to many of the residents wanting you gone. Throwing stones at you, shouting vulgarities, just the tip of the iceberg.

However Kokomi wasn’t pleased with that decision. Sure, your existence may be potentially dangerous, but you didn’t choose to be. So she arranged for you to “live” at her special place, where she reads books on military strategies.

It was there that a bond formed deeper than either of you expected. She loved to unwind with you, your playful spirit being a nice distraction from work. Kokomi even absentmindedly writes about you in her diary; he’s so cute this, handsome that, strong, sweet, smart, ect.

You found it and asked Kokomi if this was her bizarre way of giving you a love confession, to which she promptly snatched the book and “died” of embarrassment. She died even more when you agreed to being her boyfriend.

- Fin

[londondungeon2]

SUNDO END NOTES

Theme songs? A playlist? I gotta ya: Sea Ferring by Butthole Surfers (thesis); Cotard’s Solution by Will Wood (thesis 2); Sundo by Molchat Dona (Reader’s POV); Don’t Let the Stars Get in Your Eyes by Perry Como (Jade’s POV) — really this should have originally been named Sea Ferring but Sundo won the wheel-decider-spin!

Sundo was named for three reasons! 1. Sundo translates to ‘fetch’ which is how I wanted night and day’s relationship to be seen as — a game of fetch between the two. 2. Sundo for the song by Molchat Dona — this is an unreliable narrative piece, the POV of the reader matters a smidgen more than the thesis. 3. Sundo — the Korean art of connecting the body on a spiritual plane — has its starting origins in the mountains, same as our beloved reader.

A snake is a protector in Shinto — seen as incarnations / messengers of deities and believed to ward off evil which is why it attacks towards the river, fending off Jade Leech.

Zashiki warashi (the ghost girl) was killed by Azul — the narrator does not know this. It is why his cheeks are so pink, exerting himself to kill her.

The death of the Zashiki warashi works doubly as a metaphor for the death of the reader’s innocence after an attempted rape and her marriage — the reader is no longer a child and very soon she will lose ownership of her shrine.

I had this really poignant image of Azul killing the girl, pinning her down, hands around her neck, tentacles unfurling gradually in hypnotic loops before striking out like a dozen snakes, smothering out a ghost’s life but naaaaah ~

Godfather is the closest translation one can get for a Shinto priest — super interestingly!!! the word Father (父) in Japanese is not used when addressing a priest, but it is instead used in prayer to address The Lord himself. The word 神父 (“god” + “father”. Which is not “godfather”) is used to address a priest — in an English written fanfiction about a fish man!

Azul’s awkward gait comes from him walking towards the lake rather than the village and his fusion of tentacles into feet — however, I could not pin down what octopus yokai I wanted him to be and still have not :/

Already said on my main, but Floyd comes into the picture on hyakki yagyo to talk specifically to the reader, shovel-talk without really shovel-talking.

Another image I had was Jade and Floyd lounging on rocks in the lake on hyakki yagyo, looking up at the shrine. Jade worries about the reader falling asleep during that specific night and unwillingly risking her health. Floyd, grabbing a transformation potion from Azul’s supply, runs out of the lake before Jade can stop him — citing it is a bad idea to get involved until the full moon — but Floyd ignores him, saying how he’ll go up there to protect the priest!

The reader did not burn down her shrine, Floyd and Azul did.

Umi nyobo and umi bozu are two sea creatures married in legends!! I did not plan this; it just fell into place:

Describing Jade’s eyes as sun and moon shows how he can slip through the night and day as easily as the reader, making them a perfect, married match ~

Both Sea Ferring and Cotard’s Solution are the thesis songs because they end with screams, but this oneshot really wouldn’t have been written without Sea Ferring.

[kitsuneheartreviews]

Manga: "My Noisy Roommate: The Roof Over My Head Comes With Monsters and a Hottie" Vol. 1 by Kaho Ozaki

A job that comes with free lodging is the DREAM. That's, like, a third of your income, for lots of people. More, often! So Osuke should be excited to not only get a new job, but a free place to live, even if he has to move every few weeks.

Except his new job is spirit bait. And all these apartments are occupied by spirits. Spirits that need to be evicted.

All Osuke can do is wait for something to come to him. It's up to his actual new roommate, Nijio, to politely ask the spirits to leave, or, failing that, to MAKE them leave.

This is a GREAT pick if you're a Japanese mythology fan. Familiar figures about, from Yuki-onna to Zashiki-warashi, and even Hanako of the Toilet. The stories have a good variety of tones, from this one volume. Light spookiness with Yuki-onna, a wistfulness with Zashiki-warashi, and one spirit who is downright horrifying.

I want to continue this series! I'm not so much into the possible romance between these two ghost hunters, I just want more mythology! I mean...I won't say NO to romance, but that'll just be a bonus. ;p

Advanced reader copy provided by the publisher.

[adanaac]

WAIT DOES EBISU HAVE A WEIRD LUCK VACUUM THING GOING ON?????

THERES ALWAYS A WEIRD PUSH AND PULL OF LUCK AROUND HIM

Lost in Tokyo:

Haruaki getting lost in the first place and phone battery dying

Running into Ebisu who suggests he buys a charger

Building catches fire...

...Immediately after they leave

But the little zashiki warashi is trapped

But it was a good thing Haru was with Ebisu because he's the one who points out that 1. she's a zashiki warashi which 2. gets Haru thinking about zashiki warashis and recognizes the spell array and realises she's trapped

Debris falls on his head and phone

Sanokun talisman moment

Water main bursts next to the building

Youkai train

The fact that they got on a youkai train to begin with

Bad that they get split up

Good that the split is in a way that lets Ebisu and Takahashi immediately work out what the train wants and why it was there

bad luck they get split up further

(lucky for readers that Ebisu and Sano are left alone for Sano to drop lore??? lmao)

Good that everyone ends up unharmed

Sano using his bad luck powers to send all the attacks at Hatanaka

Ebisu making a lucky jump to the front of the train

Haru and the students left their stuff on the train

Kyoto arc

Bad luck that theyre in the situation to begin with

Ebisu shows up immediately and Ebisus all over the place (empty roads, all green lights, chill taxi driver) (damn hes out in full force the moment he hears the word miikun)

Hatanaka and Miki also show up (but because Ebisu called them and not because of luck really but like... still...???)

The whole soul shattering thing

Good that the pieces all happened to land around where the class was?

Ebisu finds a piece immediately

(earth shattering misfortune for Hatanaka that he gets carted off to the hospital)

2/5 Haruaki runs off the moment Ebisu leaves

im sort of sensing a theme here with Sano

Ebisu pointing out its unlucky they have to face IQ-aki...?

IQ-aki wiping the floor with everyone

Seiryuu Happens to be there and IQ-aki Happens to run into him, stopping him

IQ-aki happens to be able to use the exorcism power

IQ-aki is high INT low WIS and falls for Ebisu's hide and seek gambit

(And the last time Ebisu shows up this arc is right as Seiryuu and Genbu are dissipating and the Kyoto barrier breaks)

tbh what im realising abt a lot of these is

there's a logical, reasonable explanation these things happened, but did ebisu being there push things in that direction somehow?

theres oddly a lot of "the moment ebisu leaves, something happens"

haruakis bad luck magnet aside (that i dont fully believe in no matter how much he thinks its real because he gets out of as many insane situations as he gets into. thats luck neutral. it balances out), evidently he does not care for the machinations and whims of higher powers and things like ""luck"", and will push through bad situations with his bare hands and the power of friendship

thinking abt how ebisu keeps being associated with three leaf clovers and specifically crushing three leaf clovers in his hand, and also theres a 5 leaf clover in that one color page that sensei has specifically brought up could mean bad luck.......

[greycaelum]

What was the students' reaction when Y/n and their teacher, Satoru will have a child (Kouki or maybe Sai 😅)? I would gladly know their reactions! 👀

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru X Reader

(Kaleidoscope Series || Clouds and Mochi Chapters ||)

[Kouki meets the first years and Second years gets to know about Saika]

Brothers and Sisters

I.

First Years

|| Week after First Years meet up ||

What's a kid doing here? Yuji blinks again. He just finished setting aside the dried leaves they swept from the gates of the school.

A kid with white long hair is playing with the pebble stones at the back of the classroom while holding what seems to be one of the Principal's stuffed toys.

"Hi kid, what are you doing?" Yuji crouched down beside the kid who didn't pay him much attention and continued stacking the stones. "Can I borrow your toy?" He's worried the stuffed toy is actually a cursed corpse and attacks the kid out of a sudden.

"Nii-chan, can you help me find my crystal marbles?"

Yuji's eyes widened a bit when the child face him.

The flashes of a certain blindfolded whimsical teacher of his are almost identical to the kid's face except Yuji has not seen his mentor's eyes yet, while this kid's eyes are like vivid reflections of glaciers. He's like one of those pretty zashiki-warashi often seen in ancestral houses.

"Oh sure, where did you lose it?"

"Right here." The kid circled around with a frown etched on the adorable face.

"Tch! I was thinking about what's taking you long. What are you doing there Itadori?" A brunette peeked from the corner of the school and approached them. "Who's this kid?"

"Ah Kugisaki, right timing. Can you help us find this little kid's crystal marbles? He seems to have lost it." Yuji looks up at the girl.

Nobara clicked her tongue and cross her arms.

"Why should I? That's not my problem."

"Neh, pretty onee-chan, can you help me?" The kid runs and tugs on the side of Nobara's skirt with hopeful eyes.

"P-pretty?! You think I'm pretty! You have good eyes I see." Nobara blushed and grew excited. "Well, I'm free at the moment. It can't be helped! Where did you lose it?"

Ahhhh, she's easy to be pleased. Yuji looked at his classmate poking the kid's cheeks with sparkling eyes.

"Around here."

The three of them tried scouring the small space filled with small rocks.

"Can't we just get you crystal marbles? This guy here will buy you a whole bowl of them," Nobara wipes the sweat on her forehead, starting to get dizzy with the same stones.

"Eh! Why am I the one buying it?!" Yuji protested.

"Huh? You found this kid first!" Nobara snapped at him.

"But he called you pretty first!" Yuji fired back making Nobara twitch.

"Papa had to get my crystal marbles from a far, far, far mountain shrine. I can't lose it," the kid shake his head and crawled further to widen his search area.

"Papa?" Yuji and Nobara chorused.

"Now that you mentioned how did you get inside here? This is not some playground."

"I'm here to get a check-up from Sho-chan."

Sho-chan? Check-up? Who in the College has Sho in their name? Ah! Ieiri-sensei.

"How about we go to Ieiri-sensei's clinic first, Yuji will find your crystal marble for you." Nobara proposed, standing up to dust off the dirt on her skirt.

"Really?" The kid jumps up with a bright smile. "My crystal marble has a blue light inside, it's this big." The kid circled his thumb and forefinger.

"That's almost the size of your palm, what kind of marble is that?" Yuji sweatdropped. If it's that big, there's no way they won't find it easily.

"Papa makes me put my curse energy there so it gets very b—"

"Kouki!"

The kid wasn't able to finish his words when Megumi with his Divine Dogs found them.

"You know this girl Fushiguro?" Kugisaki looks at her classmate kneeling to wipe the sweat on the little girl's forehead.

"I'm not a girl!" The kid vehemently opposed. "I'm a boy!"

"Yeah, didn't you introduce yourself to them, Kou?"

The kid shook his head and Megumi sighed, scooping the little mochi into his arms and putting him above his black Divine Dog, while he dissolved the white one.

"Mah, just follow me. You'll know it when we get there."

Fushiguro motioned with his finger and his classmates followed them all the way to Shoko's 'presentable' clinic.

"Neh, the kid looks like Gojo-sensei though..." Yuji whispered to Nobara who in return also whispered.

"Huh?! Do you think a guy with a personality like his can manage a family? No way, impossible!"

"But! Did you see how identical they look?" Yuji insisted.

"He's probably just his nephew or relative." Nobara shrug. "You can bet a week-long katsudon on it."

"Yoshi! I'm in!"

Fushiguro frowned at their inaudible mumbling. "We're here," he announced and knocked on the door. After receiving permission to enter Kouki immediately burst open.

"Sho-chan!"

"Kouki, I was just about to look for you."

Shoko stumped her cigarette and quickly opened the window to dispel the nicotine's odor.

"Stinky," Kouki made an ugly face and wave his hand over his nose. Shoko apologetically ruffles his head.

"Sensei? Yeah, we're here. He's with Ieiri-sensei." Fushiguro is on his phone while the two promptly watch their stay-in doctor asking the kid vague and strange questions.

"I think he's too young for curse energy," Nobara mumbled. Uneasiness bloomed in her as the realization dawned on her how strange a kid almost just three years old would start talking about curse energy.

"Neh Ieiri-sensei, do you know his parent?" Yuji who cannot withhold anymore with week-free katsudon on the line asked the busy doctor.

"Can't you see he—"

"He's my kid of course!"

"Geh!"

A towering figure with the signature blindfold and nonchalant smile on the face march in.

"You met my students already Kikufuku?"

"Yoshi! That's a week-long katsudon!" Yuji punched the air while Nobara beside looks like wilting.

"How could a guy like you have a kid?!" She spewed.

"Because I have a beautiful wife." Satoru tutted.

"No way! Fushiguro say something!"

However, Megumi turned his back, refusing to follow in his classmates' complaint.

"See! We're almost cut from the same cloth." Satoru brought his face close to Kouki's and look at his students.

"You already have a wife Sensei?! You never told us." Yuji chuckled.

"Of course, my wife is only mine." Satoru shrugs.

"Mama is mine!" Kouki pushes away his father from the betrayal.

On the other hand, Nobara is still refusing to accept the fact that she's bound to be bankrupt and no shopping for this week, and the harder fact that a guy like her teacher manages to snag a lady with a devil-may-care attitude like his and even have such a cute kid. Too much... this is too much even for a daydream

"Since you guys already met, how about we go out for a yakiniku?" Satoru proposed and all hands' raised. Even Megumi... "Okay! You got it! But you pay for your own meal when we get there..."

"Huh?! You started it so pay for it!"

"Eh? Can't you see?" Satoru made a Pikachu face at his enraged students and pointed to his son. "I have bills to pay and family to feed every month."

Second Year

|| Post-Shibuya / Post-Culling Games ||

Maki:

She knows Kouki from the moment he was born due to Zen'in's fussing over the Gojo Clan Head having an heir and their curiosity over what power the child would have.

But the first time she met Kouki is when Satoru brought the mochi to classes because you were busy in your shop. Maki and Kouki bonded over a can of cola and burger.

"Maki-nee!" A loud squealing cute mochi-white kid ran up to Maki. Beaming brightly like the sun he remove his glasses and showed them to the stoic woman. "Look, I also have my glasses now!"

Maki squatted down and smiled sadly. She missed seeing the little guy who would often ask for small sips of her cola behind his Papa's back.

"You never visit me anymore so I came to visit you instead!" Kouki beamed and scooch into his big sister's arms and Maki made space for him. The lingering scent of mint and milk from the little mochi softened Maki's face. "I got a little sister too! She's with Mama because they can't go out yet. Her name is Saika!"

... "You like your sister?" Maki softly asked.

"Umu! I love her!"

Maki nod, inhaling a heavy breath, and pat the mochi's head.

"Treasure your sister, you'll only get one like her."

Kouki inclined his head to the side and held Maki's face pulling off her glasses. Maki's eyes widened and felt soft lips kiss her eyes, the scars on her face.

"Kou—"

"Mama always kisses Papa's eyes when he's tired. And Papa kisses Mama's scars."

... How long has it been, since she felt this warmth?

"Don't you think scars are ugly?"

Kouki shook his head.

"Scars don't change you. Maki-nee will always be Maki-nee and Kou loves Maki-nee whatever you look like because you're important to me."

Maki smiled.

"Do you want to practice that bow I promised to give you?"

"Yes!"

Inumaki Toge

Kouki and Toge met the same time as Maki. Kouki and Toge got along very well because they have the same hair.

Toge couldn't believe a man like Satoru could have such an angelic child not until Kouki mischievously draw onigiri drawings on Toge's sleeping face that is...

"Toge Onii-chan! Takana, tsuna!" Kouki run up to his older brother.

"Konbu!" Toge squatted down and ruffle the little mochi's long hair. He extended his arm from short up to Kouki's head and smiled. "Tsuna. Tsunamayo!"

"Shake!" Kouki grinned. "Yeah, I grew up three inches! Mama told me not to push you too much because your arm is hurt. Toge onii-chan takana?"

Toge's eyes softened and scoop the little guy to show he was okay. "Shake."

"But you'll get tired, Papa even said I gained weight," Kouki pouted but hug Toge's neck to steady himself.

"Sujiko."

"But I'm jogging with Papa every day to stay healthy. Does it hurt Toge onii-chan?"

"Okaka," Toge shook his head and pointed to the nearby ice cream cart. "Tsunamayo."

"I want purple yam!"

"Takana."

"Toge onii-chan, did you know? I got a younger sister, we have the same hair too! But Saika can't eat ice cream yet."

"Sujiko, tsuna!"

"She's so cute and she smells like milk!"

"Konbu." Toge let down Kouki on the ground so he can get money from his pocket and handed the little mochi his purple yam ice cream cup.

"Toge onii-chan, let me feed you! I feed Saika too."

"Okaka..." But at the sight of Kouki's puppy eyes, Toge sighed and handed the mochi his ice cream cup. "Shake."

"Tsunamayo!" Kouki held the ice cream spoon over Toge's collar with waiting eyes.

"Tsunaaaa!" Without any more excuses, he lowered the zipper and accepted the sweet cream.

"Toge onii-chan, can you come to visit me again?"

Toge blinks and is concerned at the sight of Kouki's sad face. He loves babysitting the little mochi but things got out of hand lately. He didn't realize how much he missed the mochi until he realise how he's grown taller over the months they haven't seen each other.

"Shake."

Panda

They met after Satoru brought Kouki to Principal Yaga's grave.

Panda met Kouki the first time Principal Yaga visited you and Satoru after you'd given birth to the mochi, Panda came with the Principal and Kouki loves the softness of Panda.

"Masamichi left this for you," Panda extended a plushie almost the exact chibi image of Kouki. "You like the stuff toys he makes, don't you?

"Yaga-tan... made this for me?" Kouki's eyes shimmered and run to hug the furry belly of Panda's

Panda's large paws ruffled Kouki's head and nodded.

"Panda... can we sleep? I miss you..." Kouki yawned and opened his arms ready to be picked up.

"Sure," Panda smiled and picked the mochi up and walk to the corner where all the stuffed toys the Principal made is placed. "If only Satoru can be calm as you."

"Panda, can we visit Yaga-tan again."

"Sure, Masamichi wouldn't mind you bothering him from time to time. Anyway sleep, Satoru is still in a meeting."

Yuta Okkotsu

Kouki met Yuta as a distant relative and he's the closest Gojo clan member Kouki knows apart from his grandparents.

Saika loves playing with Yuta's ring and even asked Satoru for a sword too after seeing Yuta unsheath his blade.

To sum it up Yuta is these two's no. 1 babysitter.

"Sensei about the mission in Sai—"

"Ahhh! Kikufuku don't eat that. Cat, come back here don't crawl too far!"

Yuta sweatdrop at the sight of his mentor wearing an apron over his topless torso, pulling back a slice of pizza from Kouki and skipping away to bring back his baby daughter in the small fence laid in the carpeted living room. Yuta sighed at Kouki stuffing the pepperoni to his hungry mouth behind his father's back.

"Pa miwlk!" Saika started crying after Satoru locked her baby fence

"Yeah, yeah, wait a minute, give Papa a second."

"A-ano... Sensei, I'll make Saika-chan's milk, I think your salmon is burning," Yuta awkwardly presented, and Satoru jumped back to the pan he's working in and tried salvaging the poor fish.

"Yu-nii, did you bring milk bread?" Kouki hopped down from his chair and helped Yuta find where Saika's milk is stored.

"Sorry Kou, the shop was still close when I went here, I'll get you one later, I'll just wait for it to boil a bit?" Yuta asked Kouki as he poured in the packet of frozen milk in the pot.

"Yeah!"

"Ah! Yuta can you look out for these two? I need to get something from the grocery." His Sensei struggled to fit in his shirt.

"Uh, yes."

"Thanks, be back in a jiffy!"

Yuta poured in the warm milk in the bottle and set down his sword and other else before approaching the baby fence. Saika looks at him with curious beautiful blue eyes but doesn't cry at the sudden stranger.

"I'll feed Saika!" Kouki presented and got the bottle away from Yuta, making his baby sister lay on his lap and feed her with the bottle.

Yuta just stared at the siblings having their quiet feeding time, an occasional whine from Saika rolling over and pulling the bottle away so she can hold the bottle herself.

"We need to get her to burp," Kouki tugged Yuta when his sister finished the bottle.

"Oh okay..." Yuta anxiously bent down and sit Saika on his lap supporting the chin and chest with one hand and gently rubbing her back with his other hand. He expected himself for loud crying.

Burrrp

After getting those gases out Saika just crawls away and drags a book back to Yuta.

"You want me to read?"

"Wead" Saika nodded and laid her head on Yuta's lap sucking her thumb while waiting for him to starts.

"Once upon a time there lived a young man who was all alone and penniless. Unable to bear the burden of his poverty any longer, he prayed to Kannon, the god of mercy. “Please give me some money,” he pleaded..."

When Satoru came back holding bags of groceries in his living room he found Yuta sleeping with Kouki laying on the older brother's arms and Saika's head sleeping on Yuta's chest the three of them curled up together. When you came home after a short business trip you found the three kids sleeping with a thick blanket covering them. While Satoru is finished making a small dinner with wonderful grilled salmon.

—GreyCaelum

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Guardian of the Shrine

Tengu Kirishima x Fem Reader fic

Explicit/Smut

This is part of the Citrus Dome server collab Gods AU! 

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Black, swirling shadows circled your ankles, reached out to capture your fingers as you instinctively flinched away; legs stuck in their place as though encased in blocks of ice. Your own gasping breaths filled your ears along with your thudding heartbeat. Despite how much you willed your eyes to shut they remained open, unblinking and staring at the inky void before you. The shadows rushed together, spiraling and entwining around each other until a tall figure formed in the distance. Angled shoulders jutted out each side, obscenely long arms dripped out of the writhing mass and they shakily began to reach forward, reach for you. Your mouth hung open in a silent scream, eyes wide in horror as the figure shunted closer still. 

“Never...forgive…” 

The words drilled into your ears. Long, black tendrils of hair slithered about the being’s shoulders and didn’t stop when they reached the floor, pooling around the creature’s pale ankles as more of it’s flesh became visible. The hair crept forward, inching its way to your trapped feet no matter how much you tried to squirm and writhe out of your stuck position. 

“I’ll never...forgive…”

The summer air was thick as you gulped it down, chest rising and falling as you gasped for air. Your blankets were a twisted mess crumpled at your side. Sweat dappled your skin as you lay sprawled out on your futon, back in the comforting darkness of your room. A soft whimper left your dry lips as you wiped your forehead and tried to steady your racing heart. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness you reached to your side, grabbing hold of the talisman you had kept from your childhood.

“Baku-san.” you said between breaths, “Baku-san, come eat my dream.”

Morning sun streamed through your modest home and you stirred awake. The horrors of the night were still fresh in your mind, yet it appeared as though the Baku had consumed any further nightmares and you were able to sleep peacefully until the morning. With a groan, you pulled yourself from your blankets and straightened them out before you began your morning ritual. Your first task was to leave a piece of candy on your pillow for the zashiki warashi who had kindly taken up residence in your home. From a very early age you had been able to see and interact with yokai, something you had always considered a blessing rather than a curse. Your parents would catch you talking to guestroom children, or sneaking a bottle of fine sake outside for the troublesome tanuki. 

You wandered barefoot outside, patches of sunlight warming your skin as you collected water to wash. The forest was calm, quiet other than the birds and wind as it whistled through the bamboo. The water was a cold addition to the chilly morning breeze, but it was a welcome necessity, waking you up for the full day of tasks ahead. Fully dressed with your hair pinned up, you prepared a simple lunch and packed it along with a container of water and your broom. Your isolated home was a short walk from the shrine, but admittedly those stairs made your thighs ache. Respectfully bowing at the Torii, you noticed the path was mercifully clear of leaves and debris, a testament to your hard work. 

After purifying at the chozuya, you continued to the shrine which was looking much better than the pitiful state you found it in. It had long been abandoned, possibly because of the overwhelming yokai activity in the area, though many of the stories you heard could have been attributed to bandits and wandering thieves. You had restored it to the best of your abilities, cleaning away dead plants and moss where you could. The warm sun streamed against the shrine, highlighting the dips and curves of the long nosed Tengu mask that sat there. You reached the top and clapped your hands once before pressing your palms together in prayer. Silently asking for purification, for release from the blackness that haunted your dreams and followed your every footstep. The shadow was the reason you moved away from your town, choosing the seclusion of the forested mountains to protect your loved ones. It had been your hope that by pleasing the yokai you could find help, something to appease the darkness or banish it from your life entirely. But it only seemed to be getting closer with every night that passed. 

"Good morning." You said brightly as you could muster. 

Setting your food aside, you took your broom and started sweeping. The shrine needed regular upkeep and you were the only person available for miles around. At first, your intention had been a trade, for the guardian of the shrine to protect you from whatever it was that tormented you. As time went on, attending to the shrine brought you a sense of peace, as well as something of a companion in your self imposed solitude. After briefly tidying up, you sat at the shrine and unwrapped your food. 

"It's going to be a sunny day today, I should be able to visit the lake without getting caught in the rain." 

It was quiet. The only replies you could hear were from the chirping morning birds. It would always be a one way conversation, but you could feel an unmistakable presence in this place. Someone or something would always listen to you. 

"I um. I dreamed about him again. I think at this point, Baku-san may grow fat from the dreams I ask him to take…"

Dread pooled in the pit of your stomach. An unpleasant squeeze at your chest caught your breath as you tried to take a few more bites of rice. 

"I don't think I have much time. I can feel it getting closer to me…" 

Your smile faded, eyes stinging with unshed tears before you could gather yourself in front of the shrine. 

"But I'm not giving up! A-and I'll keep coming here as long as I can…I don't want you to be lonely again." 

A surge of despair was the very first feeling that hit you the first time you ascended these steps. The shrine had been forgotten and whatever lingered here abandoned along with it. The overwhelming wave of sadness that enveloped you that day completely distracted from your own plight. Originally the plan was to ask for help, but it was apparent there was something here that needed it more. 

"Maybe if it reveals itself, I can talk to it and find out why it's so angry…" 

You weren't fooled by your own shaky tone and apparently, neither was the being in the shrine. As you finished your half of the food, warmth began to radiate from the Tengu mask. It draped over your shoulders like a comforting blanket, easing your nerves as you sighed out your frustrations. With every visit, the presence grew stronger as though you could almost reach out and touch a tangible being. 

"Thank you…" 

As much as you wanted to remain there, the day's list of tasks was long and if you wanted to sustain yourself, you had to get started. You stood and took hold of the empty lunchbox from yesterday, leaving half of your food behind to share with your only friend out here. It was always gone by the time you came back, though you couldn't exactly prove who was finishing it off. Dusting off your knees, you respectfully bowed and said your goodbyes before heading back down the steps to the shrine and into the forest. Heat rose along with the sun. Splashing your face with the clear water of the lake helped somewhat and you hoped the locals wouldn't mind. You left a new batch of cucumbers floating there, knowing the Kappa would appreciate them and, who knows, maybe they could eventually help ward off your demons. There was still hope but your heart grew heavier as the day went on. A full day of chores would ensure you slept despite your fear, though you couldn't help but wonder if you would even wake up again the next morning. 

With aching feet you trudged back through your door, announcing your return out loud for your own benefit. The candy left out had mysteriously disappeared which brought the touch of a smile to your cheek. The sun burned an angry red as it disappeared over the horizon, forcing yourself to light the lanterns around your modest home. Your limited crops had been tended to, bamboo and wood had been chopped and you had collected enough water for your bath, which you sorely needed by now. After a simple meal, you washed the labours of the day from your skin before climbing into the steaming tub for a soak. The hot water soothed your aching muscles, but the heat couldn't penetrate that cold, sickly feeling in the pit of your stomach. It was there. Its presence was weak, but it grew with every passing hour of the night. The shadows around you flickered in the low light of the lantern flames, at least that's what you told yourself. Movement kept grabbing your attention, twitching at the corners of your eyes until you sharply turned to glance behind you. 

Nothing, nothing you could see with a naked eye that is. You released a breath you had been holding and rubbed your eyes, looking again just to make sure. This time something did catch your eye, small and unassuming but it hadn't been there a second ago. You rose out of your bath, wrapping a towel around you as you closed in on the unfamiliar object. Your eyes adjusted and you recognised a long, black feather placed neatly on the ground by the door as though it were waiting for you. Instinctively you picked it up and immediately you could feel a tingling warmth radiating up your fingertips. Its origin was a mystery but for some bizarre reason, holding it brought you comfort. Given the amount of yokai you had been trying to appease, it could have been a gift from any one of them. Maybe this could bring you peace tonight. With a hopeful smile you quietly thanked the gifter before changing into your night wear and letting your hair down. Your intention was to place the feather under your pillow before you slept, that was until you threw back the covers to your futon.

Hidden underneath was the shattered remains of the Baku charm. The amulet that had protected you from nightmares since childhood lay in pieces, sadistically spread out beneath your blankets for you to find. A helpless whimper escaped you before you could stop it. Exhaustion from the relentless dread and the days work enveloped your limbs regardless of your discovery. With a heavy sigh, you collected the pieces and sadly gathered them in a pile at the side of your bed. Kneeling at its side, you clutched the feather close to your chest, its softness bringing you a little comfort, but it couldn't banish the darkness that was now rapidly closing in. An uneasy pang twisted your gut and you opened your eyes, frantically looking around your room. Breath caught in your throat when you noticed small, scattered holes in the Shoji. Against your better judgement, you crawled a little closer to inspect them, only to be met with the staring mokumokuren. Instantly you jumped back in fright, shuffling away from what must have been dozens of disembodied eyes, completely trained on you. They weren't here to harm you however, they were here to watch. 

The air turned thick and suffocating, like a miasma of oppressive fear. The shadows around you curled and moved, revealing their true forms of long tendrils of black hair. You shook your head in disbelief, gasping for breath as it slithered from the corners of your room. 

"...never forgive…" 

Those words hit you into reality and you scrambled to your feet on trembling limbs. A ghostly white set of hands shifted through the wall, long fingers reaching for you. Fear gripped your body, the only command that echoed through your head seemed to be whispered over and over outside the house; run. Almost tripping over your own feet, you turned on your heel to flee. A searing, white hot pain hit your shoulder, forcing your torso to twist as you hurtled out of the door. Landing hard on your knees, you paused to look back, horrified to find a burning black hand print on your bare shoulder. Heavy footsteps thundered through your home, pale arms and feet almost glowed in the darkness and you recognised the figure lurching towards you as the same one that haunted your nightmares. His hair almost reached the ground, twisting around his jagged shoulders. Dressed entirely in white robes that enveloped his gaunt figure. Black, sunken circles sat where his eyes should have been. His pace was slow, until a random jerk of movement pulled him forward, closer to you. Inwardly you begged your limbs to move, fingernails scratching at the dirt to drag yourself away. 

"I'll never...forgive you…" 

What did those words even mean? It seemed as though you would die tonight never knowing. Your eyes burned with tears as you crawled further away. A flash of red fur caught your attention, snapping your head to look at the path before you. A fox stood inches from you, its golden eyes locked on yours before it turned and dashed towards the forest trees. It stopped before disappearing, glancing back at you, waiting for you to follow. His fur seemed to glow, sending a sliver of hope to your stomach and it pulled you to your feet. Foxes were messengers, this had to be the help you had been looking for. The creature was fast but wouldn't let you lose sight of it, stopping every now and then to allow you to keep following up the steps of the shrine. The darkness continued to trace your footsteps, blackness curling through the ground like an infection spreading, filling everything it touched. You stumbled on the stone in your bare feet, lungs burning as you finally reached the top, only to have that same searing pain from before grasping around your ankles. You fell hard on your stomach, kicking at the creature as tendrils of black hair began to travel up your legs. 

"Let go!! I didn't do anything to you!" you cried out as it climbed over your body. 

"I'll never forgive you!" It roared back in response. 

The fox shrieked, its fur bristling as it faced the ghostly creature. The pain on your legs subsided and your attacker snarled as it suddenly retreated back. Light pooled at the base of the shrine, gently swirling around you and creating a barrier which the being refused to touch. It was cool to the touch, bringing some relief to your burning skin. Long black feathers started drifting around you, floating gracefully to the ground and you realised the creature's attention was no longer on you, it was staring above your head at something that stood behind you. d, straight past you. 

“Why are you still here?” 

The voice was unfamiliar, yet oddly soothing. You turned away from the monster to find yourself gazing up at a man, face covered in the Tengu mask from the shrine and shoulders obscured by two large, feathery wings. He stepped around you, protective light surrounding him as he placed himself between you and the gaunt man. 

“She...She’s gone… it’s their fault. Their fault...THEIR FAULT!” 

You covered your ears as the spirit wailed, cowering behind the tall being as he relaxed his wings, creating a wider guard between you. 

“This girl isn’t who you’re looking for. Your love died years ago…” 

The black hair was retracting, slithering back to a shorter length around the creatures shoulders. It shook its head, bony fingers clawing at its scalp as it’s shrill voice dissolved into a whimper.

“Their fault… theirs…” 

The winged man reached out, resting a large hand on the spirit’s shoulder.

“Your love died in childbirth right?”

A pathetic wail escaped his crooked mouth. You peered around your protector’s robes, your heart stopping when you noticed large tears oozing out of the creature’s sunken eyes.

“Let go of your grudge my friend. Then you’ll be able to see her, she’s been waiting for you.” 

Time seemed to halt around you. Falling feathers slowed mid air and a deafening silence swept through the forest.  The monster’s visage seemed to crack, peeling away like rust to reveal a dark haired young man, tears streaked across his face. The kind being gently turned his shoulder, inviting him to cast his eyes to the bottom of the steps to the shrine. She stood inside the archway, a beautiful young woman dressed in white. The spirit whispered her name before heading down the stone steps. The black infection that stained the ground retreated with every step he took, disappearing completely when he closed the gap between him and the smiling woman. Swirling light surrounded the both of them, but before you could witness their fate, the winged man turned to face you, intentionally blocking out the event as time began to flow normally once again. 

“You’re safe now!” he said brightly, head tilted to the side. 

You simply couldn’t find the words, not after what you had witnessed. Hell you couldn’t even make sense of it yet. The roaming light faded, leaving you both bathed in the moonlight. 

“Are you alright?” he questioned after a brief silence, taking a moment to remove the mask. 

He seemed not to notice your eyes widen as you took in the sight. Beneath the mask was the face of a man, high cheekbones surrounded by spikes of red hair. After the night’s events nothing really should have surprised you, yet you still felt unprepared for how handsome he was…

“I-I um… what...who was that person?” 

He knelt down by your side, taking your comparatively small hand in his while resting the other on your shoulder. The danger was gone, but you were still shaking. 

“That was an Onryo… from what I can tell he’s been haunting your family for generations.” 

His matter of fact tone caught you off guard, yet you nodded as though you understood. 

“I...I see. And um...wh-who are you?” 

His eyes widened and he scratched at the back of his head. His mouth curved in a wide, embarrassed smile that revealed two rows of sharp teeth. 

“Oh yeah! Probably should have introduced myself huh? My name is Kirishima Eijirou, this is my shrine.” 

His tone was bright and welcoming, a stark contrast to the horrors you had faced moments ago. He read your blank expression and let out a sympathetic chuckle.

“Let me get you home… you’ve had a rough night huh?” he grinned before slipping his powerful arms beneath you and lifting you off of the ground. 

You could feel your cheeks burning as he held you against his broad chest, bare skin showing through flowing, open robes. He walked down at a steady pace, as though you weighed barely anything to him as he carried you. 

“Um… Kirishima?” 

He hummed in response, looking down at you in anticipation. You held your breath, sure that your cheeks were turning the same colour as his hair. 

“Do you know why I was being targeted by that spirit? You seemed to know who he was…”

He cleared his throat and glanced away for a moment.

“Oh uh, I was looking into it for you. I could feel it clinging to you when you first started visiting the shrine… so I asked for some help!” 

You studied his face as he spoke, a little taken by his sculpted jawline and in the limited light it almost looked as though his cheeks were turning a warm shade of pink. 

“The Baku told me about your dreams, it wasn’t difficult to figure it out from there. I just had to find the person he was mourning.” 

It didn’t seem as easy as he was making it sound. 

“His love died in childbirth a few generations back. Looks like he was shunned from her family after that, his child was taken and raised without him. I’m not sure how he died but his pain lingered. He haunted the descendants of that family...but it looks like he was really able to get to you huh?”

He gestured to the blackened handprint seared into your shoulder, careful not to touch it. The cool night air grazed your skin and it made you realise how exposed your nightwear had left your skin. Awkwardly you pulled the material closer, shielding what flesh you could under Kirishima’s lingering gaze. 

“I’m sorry…” he murmured.

“I wish I could have helped you sooner. You must have been so scared…” 

Your heart fluttered a little, his eyes cast down in guilt. Without hesitation you reached for his cheek, caressing his skin with your thumb. 

“It’s alright, really! You protected me, I owe you my life…” 

He didn’t shy away from your touch but you could feel him stiffen, mouth hanging open slightly as blood rushed to  his ears and cheeks. Your eyes locked with his, melting what little confidence you had and you retracted your hand quicker than you intended. 

“Ah...nah. It was the least I could do…”

It wasn’t long before you were home but he didn’t let go, carrying you through to your bedroom. Your lanterns flickered on as he passed them, lighting the room enough to highlight the shining black feathers of his beautiful wings. He set you down carefully on top of your futon and you noticed the little holes from before had disappeared from the shoji. 

“Now then… the curse should be gone, but uh… those marks are going to leave some nasty scars.” he explained, noting the cruel handprints on both of your legs. 

They still stung, though they were a little less angry from when they were inflicted. Kirishima sat back on his haunches, scratching the back of his neck nervously. 

“I uh, I could help heal them for you but, it may feel a little strange.” 

You couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, still attempting to wrap your mind around the being before you. 

“You’re a Tengu aren’t you? I didn’t know you could heal people…” 

He barked a laugh at that, gaining a little confidence as his wings bristled with pride. 

“Oh yeah! We can do a lot of things you wouldn’t know about.” he said with a wink, and you had to wonder if he even realised how damned suggestive that had come across as. 

“Well… I know I can trust you. I can handle a little strangeness after tonight.” you reassured him with a smile. 

His smile seemed to widen at that and he moved in a little closer. 

“Alright then. Just lie there and relax for me, ok?”

You weren’t sure if you were still jumpy after the attack, or if it had only just properly dawned on you that you were alone in your bedroom in the presence of a very attractive yokai, but the way he hovered over your body sent your heard thudding violently in your chest. He began at your legs, large, calloused hands drifting over the soft skin of your calf. He held your ankle so delicately, contrasting the power that must have lay beneath those thick muscles of his arms. A tingling sensation caressed your skin where he touched you, pulsing through your skin like a soothing massage. With utmost care, he lifted your leg a little higher and pressed a soft kiss to the afflicted area. Before you could stop it, a quiet moan escaped your lips in response; had your skin always been this sensitive? With a hand over your mouth, you watched as he took your other leg and repeated the same actions. You couldn’t help but watch, noting how his eyes shut when he kissed your ankle, how long his lashes were and how they complimented his masculine features. Even though you bit down on your tongue, a quiet moan was caught against your hand and the warm, tingling sensations in both of your legs lingered even after he let go. There was no time to recover as he moved upwards, reaching over to your shoulder to gently pull your clothing away from it.  

“Just one more to go. But I can stop if you need me to…”

Catching your breath, you reached out to him, small hands grasping at his firm shoulders. 

“Please...don’t stop.” you asked him, eyes glazing over with the pleasurable touches that continued to ghost your legs. 

The Tengu climbed over you with a wolfish grin, caging you in with his sculpted arms. 

“Very well… you asked for it, little one.” 

His fingertips tickled your skin before you could regret your choices, glancing over the final burn and instantly easing the sting. This time you didn’t hold back your voice, mewling shamelessly as his lips once again met your flesh. He didn’t stop at one, trailing soft kisses along your collarbone and with each touch he left behind those delectable tingles that pulsed through your body. 

“Ahh! K-Kirishima…” you whimpered, writhing beneath him as pain transformed completely into pleasure. 

“Do you want me to stop? Or do you want me to keep going…” he breathed against your neck, sharp teeth grazing you before he nipped at your ear. 

“Kirishima… I want you, please I… I need you…” 

You could barely register the words that left your mouth, but you couldn’t find it in you to regret them. This rescue wasn’t your first meeting, he felt far too familiar for that. This yokai, this man  had been your only meaningful company while you suffered a curse. The energy he poured into you was the same you felt everyday at the shrine and you refused to let it go. 

“As you wish…” he whispered before peeling your robes from your body.

He moved over you fully, pressing his mouth against yours in a passionate, breathless kiss. His thick fingers ran through your hair and he moaned against you. 

“I’ve waited for this…” he admitted, kissing a path down your chest. 

His hands took hold of your breasts, fingertips gently pressing into your pliant flesh as his mouth closed over your nipple. Your back arched, his touch electric that ran currents through your entire being. 

“Keep making those sounds for me little one… don’t you dare stop.” he growled against you. 

He continued down, spreading your thighs and pinning them there as he took in the sight of you. 

“You’re so beautiful y/n...so damned beautiful.” 

Your eyes flew open as he nibbled at your inner thigh, sucking little purple marks into your soft flesh. 

“Y-you...you know my name?” you breathed, hips bucking as he kissed his way closer to your mound. 

“I do...I’ve known since you started restoring my shrine.” 

He took hold of your hips, keeping them still as he placed teasing kisses down the length of your slit. 

“You’re mine y/n. I knew from the first time you came to me… I had to claim you for myself…” 

You bit your lip as his tongue separated your silken folds, sliding up and back down again before he circled your sensitive clit. He groaned in satisfaction at your taste, upping his efforts as he lapped at your nectar hungrily. He didn’t give you a moment to adjust, strong hands securing you down as he took that sensitive little pearl between his lips and flicked his tongue against it. 

“Ohhh fuck!! K-Kirishima...you’re gonna make me…” 

You barely had time to warn him before it hit, jolts of tingling pleasure pulsing through your body, shaking you to your very core. He pressed his tongue against you, continuing to drink your essence as you squirmed in his grip. 

“Good girl… my good girl…” 

He released you and pushed himself to his knees, stripping himself of his robes and stretching out his wings before he climbed back over you. Gazing up at him through your lashes, you were able to appreciate his body in full. Solid muscle rippling beneath his skin as though he had been sculpted by a master. His cock was thick, fully erect and you could barely stand the wait. You need him inside you, to fill you and claim you just like he said he would. He crawled back over you, the tip of his cock trailing against your thigh before it pressed against your soaked, needy cunt. 

“Tell me what you want little one...I need to hear you say it…”

His lids were heavy, drunk with lust for you as he kept himself from sheathing his cock inside your welcoming pussy right then and there. You reached up, your fingernails tracing his scalp as you pulled him in for a hungry kiss. 

“Kirishima...please fuck me. I need you to take me…” 

“Oh fuck… good girl…” he growled before finally thrusting his hips and bottoming out inside you. 

You held onto his neck, coaxing him to hold you close as he moved against you. It was impossible to hold back, moaning and mewling against his ear as he fucked you, his thick shaft filling you perfectly, the head of his cock pressing against every sensitive spot you had. Without warning he wrapped his arms around your lower back, lifting you up to sit on his lap as he impaled you over and over. You clung to him as you brought your hips up and down and matched his rhythm. He was beautiful even now, face contorted with pure pleasure as you clenched around his cock. He groaned against you, holding you against his glistening skin. 

“Fuck… you’re mind little one...all mine…” 

He quickened his pace, his moans echoing through the room along with the clashing of flesh as he neared his limit. Your thighs tensed, white hot pleasure coiling in the pit of your stomach as you reached the edge of your second orgasm. 

“Oh fuck… fuck you feel so damned good… so good!” 

He called out as he released, filling you with hot fluid as you milked his cock for everything he had. You followed a second after him, squeezing around his twitching shaft as your head fell back, dark spots forming in your vision as you both fell together in ecstasy. Kirishima rocked backwards, landing less than gracefully on his back with you clinging to his chest. For a few blissful moments you lay there, painting for breath, sweat glistening on your skin. 

“Damn little one...heh, who knew you had it in ya!” he laughed, his chest bobbing as you lay on top of it. 

Still too spaced out to talk, you lay against him with a smile and lightly kissed his chest. 

“Hey uh… was this, really ok?” 

His question surprised you, almost as much as the uncertainty in his voice. 

“I mean… after everything that happened to you tonight. I’d hate to think you regretted it or somethin’... So, was this ok?” 

He gazed down at you, eyes wide with worry that he may have just crossed the line. How could a powerful Tengu be this damned cute? You shook your head with a smile before planting a sudden kiss on his lips. His voice was muffled against you, but he relaxed into it soon enough. 

“I’ll take that as a yes!” he giggled, his body relaxing beneath you once again. 

“Hey, does this mean we can do it again!?” 

His demeanour had switched to something akin to an excitable puppy, it was just too precious to deny. 

“Who am I to say no to such a noble Tengu?”

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JC Compton Author interview

When did your love of books begin?

My parents, but especially my mother used to read us bedtime stories when we were little. Then we started going to the public library, and I just naturally borrowed all the books I could from there and the school library as well. I read absolutely everything on the shelves, novels, encyclopedias, short books, long books... My mother was not a reader at all but made sure to feed my need for books.

When did you start to have the wish to become an author?

I was always a storyteller, whether through writing stories, fanfiction, or drawing graphic novels. At 24, I lost my mother, and on her nightstand she had the beginning of a novel I had written for her. I decided to complete it. My father was my first proofreader, and gathered all the information I needed to know about being an author and getting published, but he also passed away just a year later. I could not stop there, and let their hopes and efforts go to waste. So I continued writing nonstop until I had something I was satisfied with. How have you found the process for becoming an author?

Unexpected. I used to think that authors were distant celebrities, but in fact an author is someone who writes a book. Nowadays, you can easily get your book out there, directly to your readers, whether as an ebook, a paperback... I had a fascinating conversation with an 80 year-old author that made me reevaluate what it means to write, what I wanted from it, and what I wanted my readers to find in my books. My goal is to be authentic, I write as my authentic self, the way I would tell you a story if I was there in person. I write about real human emotions and situations in a fantasy setting. I like to add precise details, funny details, little things that will make you connect with the characters. For that reason, many readers told me that my books and characters are very relatable.

What would you say to those wanting to become an author?

Do it. Don't stop writing, don't stop creating, don't let anyone tell you that you can't or shouldn't. And use your spell check tools.

Tell us about your book/books:

I have an ongoing book series, UNDERTAKERS INC. It follows the lives and romantic paths of several vampires in the Victorian era. Each of them is in a different sort of relationship (LGBTQ+, straight, open, polyamorous, etc), with its own challenges. Friendship, especially unusual friendships are also a theme. It's also fast-paced with a lot of action, mystery, and a bit of horror. As I am a world traveler and Japan enthusiast, you will find in it many characters from all around the world and a few references to Japan. I am also very inspired by folk tales from all over the world, such as the zashiki-warashi ghost stories in Japan.

What do you love about the writing/reading community?

I love the writing/reading community because they are very respectful. If someone doesn't like your book or genre, they generally just move along rather than write a blog or make a video about it. If they love your book, they will talk about it. I love to read great reviews of my books and think "this person liked it!". Readers are super smart, they want content over cover or promotion. They want to read a good book. You can't fool them with a fancy cover. I always try to write that great book for them.

If you could say anything to your readers what would it be?

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  Genre : Slice of Life, Comedy, Supernatural

Episodes: 26

Studio:

  If you think your job is tough, imagine having to make sure Hell runs smoothly. It’s not exactly a place full of the most dependable people, after all. Keeping everything smooth and on schedule is an impressive feat and you don’t have the courtesy of putting it off. Only the most impressive bureaucracy can survive under those circumstances. But it’s all good. As long as you have the right administration in place, anything is possible. From delicate PR relations to the daily grind of dealing out the appropriate punishment to fit every imaginable crime, to the mundane bookkeeping and manual labor required to keep such a gargantuan operation running, all you need is someone devilishly organized and wickedly rigorous. Luckily Hozuki is here to show us how cooler heads can prevail.

As some of you may know, I have a particular fondness of Japanese mythology (or in fact mythology of all types) which really attracted me to the first season of this series. Because of the episodic structure of the show, it was easy to take a break between seasons without losing track of the story. Now I’m back to see if the second season lived up to the first.

favourite depiction of eternal torment ever!

Hozuki has always been a very interesting looking show. Backgrounds are rendered in classical ink wash painting style, which look like traditional paintings, while character designs are bright and crisp adaptations of folklore creatures. For me, I think everything is really brought together by the beautiful rainbow of colors that contrast hell’s stark panoramas with the surprisingly joyful looking bureaucratic and diplomatic offices that keep the place running.

Basically, it’s fun to look at. Even paring down the screencaps as much as possible, I ended up with a completely unreasonable number of pictures I just liked too much to trash. Don’t worry, I’m not going to dump them all in this post and freeze your computer. OK, I’m going to dump a lot in this post. I’m a simple soul, I like pictures.

I like the little skull, it’s cute

Once again, I want to point out how fantastic Hozuki’s voice actor is. For the record that would be Yasumoto, Hiroki I really think this is one of his greatest performances and it goes a long way towards creating a memorable character. The voice cast in general is really good, but he stands out, alongside Tanezaki, Atsumi as Mustard and Matsuyama, Takashi as the pheasant. Hearing the interaction between these three actors really highlights how important performances are. Although in a vacuum I don’t notice Yusa, Kouji performance as Hakutaku all that much, the interplay between him and Hozuki is also delightful. They make for a very charming comedy duo and I wish they would have shared more scenes this season. Finally, newcomers, the Zashiki Warashi twins have a distinct expressionless delivery which is likely either going to annoy or charm viewers. I was solidly in the latter camp; however, it does take some getting use to.

I rarely go on this much about voice acting. However, as an essentially talkative comedy, voice delivery is particularly important to the enjoyment of a series like Hozuki’s Coolheadedness and I’m happy to report the actors really came through.

As for the story (stories) such as it is, Hozuki continues to be a slice of death anime with very loosely connected vignettes portraying the often mundane daily tasks of an official in hell, and it’s absolutely divine. Ok, that’s an exaggeration. I just wanted to make the pun.

Fact is, whether the writing and cast just found their footing or whether I was just better disposed to the show, I ended up enjoying the second season considerably more than the first. Episodes regularly left me grinning from ear to ear and I found the ritual of watching a couple (or 6) at the end of a long day to be a genuinely comforting experience.

The mix of Japanese mythology and modern sensibilities is still there but the supporting characters are better integrated and somehow the pacing seems more fluid and natural. A lot of irreverent and referential jokes have been added to the mix for quick punchlines, mixed in with the more general humor that comes from the silly treatment of grim situations and old timey theology.

what a pleasant looking river of blood

Basically, it is in many ways just charming. The experience feels tailored to a Japanophile like myself, but is still presented in such a clearly accessible way that you do not feel like your sitting through a lesson of any kind.

I wanted to compare Hozuki to a more popular show to give those who have not seen it an idea of what they would be in for and I’m afraid I’m drawing a blank. If any of my readers have seen another series like this, please let me know in the comments.

In a way, this feels very much like a western workplace sitcom. Realization just dawned on me; this is the adult workplace comedy anime I was looking for. Once you strip away the layers of mysticism and esotericism of the setting (i.e. classical “Japanese” hell, as it is referred to in the series – as opposed to European heel which is also referenced), the actual meat of the show is really just a series of zany interactions and silly situation set in hell. Not unlike The Office if it was full of demons and damned souls. Guys, I’m really happy with this description. I think it’s quite apt.

complete with quirky pretty girl

Do I recommend this show, yes I do! Unless you openly dislike situational workplace comedies, I think you will find something to enjoy in Hozuki’s Coolheadedness.

Favorite character: Hozuki

What this anime taught me:  Taoism is surprisingly close to Voodoo

Carrots could improve your vision but alcohol can double it!

Suggested drink: Gates of Hell

Every time we see goldfish in any form – take a sip

Every time we see peaches or physalis  – take a sip

Every time we see a rabbit – squee

Every time Hozuki wears his hair in a Chinese bun – take a sip

Every time Ichiko and Niko laugh – question your conflicting feelings

Every time anything meows – take a sip

Every time you spot a Ghibli reference – take a sip

Every time anyone sings – clap

Every time there’s a mention or image of pooh – get a snack

Every time Hozuki’s solution is violence – nod

I didn’t know where to add this but I loved the second OP. I couldn’t find the show version,. The closest I managed to dig up was this full version:

I tried to pick out some of my favourite screen captures and as usual, I will be uploading the rest to pinterest.

The second season surprised me in many ways. Hozuki’s Coolheadedness II – Hell is Other People Genre : Slice of Life, Comedy, Supernatural Episodes: 26 Studio: If you think your job is tough, imagine having to make sure Hell runs smoothly.

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Jojo Bizarre Adventures

Parts 1-7

Romantic Battle Tendency with Albino! Reader

Platonic Stardust Crusaders with Toph! Reader.

Being the baby of the Duwang Gang

Pretty Puppet

Bard! Reader

Mimic

Cockney!Reader

Maya! Reader

Himbo!Reader

Duwang Gang meets Cockney!Reader

Mermaid!Reader

Freestyle rapper! Reader

Immortal femChinese! Reader

Wanderer!Reader

Chinese! Reader meets Duwang Gang

Wanderer! Reader meets Duwang Gang

Fem Kitsune! Reader

Hell Preist! Reader

Heavy Metal Musician! Reader

Merman! Reader

Dio 2.0

Silly male! Reader

Zashiki Warashi! Reader

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Bookshelf Briefs 9/24/18

Anonymous Noise, Vol. 10 | By Ryoko Fukuyama | Viz Media – Finally, the concerts are going well. Seeing the band actually being fantastic and getting the audiences going is a joy to watch. That said, though, this is still primarily a romance manga. Yuzu manages to confess, but Nino’s just not that into him—she still is in love with Momo. That said, she’s upset about hurting Yuzu, and (in the best scene in the book) opens up to Miou about it. This allows Miou to finally put aside her own demons and admit that she’s in love with Haruyoshi, though he admittedly connects a lot of the dots there in his own favor. That said, Black Kitty absolutely just tore it up. Can In No Hurry top them? This is still one of the better potboiler shoujo manga out there. – Sean Gaffney

As Miss Beelzebub Likes, Vol. 3 | By Matoba | Yen Press -The shotacon I grumped about last time is noticeably absent from this volume (it’s even lampshaded), and I’m not sure that’s the reason I liked it more, but it’ll do. Frankly, I want to see Beelzebub and Mullin get together. I know I will be very, very frustrated as this series goes on, but I’m sorry, they’re just too cute! I’m not quite as fond of the other romance in this book, mostly as I just don’t like Astaroth all that much, and I feel that Sargatanas could do better. There’s also some amusing humor here, including a swimsuit-buying chapter filled with a lot of jokes and fanservice. This series is never going to be anything but froth, but the froth is tasty, and I enjoy it way more than I expected. – Sean Gaffney

Astra: Lost in Space, Vol. 4 | By Kenta Shinohara | Viz Media – There’s a new character introduced at the start of this volume, who was in cryostasis from her own spaceship wreck. At first I thought she’d be a villain character, but it actually turns out that she’s there to be the viewpoint character, as the rest of our cast are getting further and further away from that as we learn their big secret. It certainly explains why they were all mysteriously in that accident—not so mysterious. I feel bad for Aries, who ends up being the only one with a parental figure who wasn’t awful. I’ve no idea where this will end up, but we do get another (amusing) pairing happening here, so my guess is it will wrap soon. – Sean Gaffney

Barakamon, Vol. 16 | By Satsuki Yoshino | Yen Press – To my surprise, Handa actually seems to be getting legitimate students for his school, as well as taking inspiration from his father to do some awesome calligraphy and also worry about Naru. That said, this is Hiroshi’s book. He graduates, and despite Rina’s attempts to confess he goes off to Tokyo single as he’s a bit clueless, but also apparently not really all that into Rina, so it’s probably for the best. There’s lots of nice relaxing stuff about Hiroshi growing up and standing on his own, and it really does feel as if the manga is quietly coming to a close at this point. I’m not sure if it will have a “real” ending per se, but as long as it turns out nice, relaxing volumes like this I’m still reading happily. – Sean Gaffney

Escape Journey, Vol. 1 | By Ogeretsu Tanaka | SuBLime – Naoto Hisami and Taichi Hase dated in their first year of high school, but were better as friends than as a couple and eventually broke up after harsh words were exchanged. Now reunited in their first year of university, they try to be friends but eventually fall back into the same unhealthy pattern. At first, things are consensual, but Naoto wants there to be more to their relationship than just sex. He rents a DVD to watch together, but after Taichi sees a text from a girl on Naoto’s phone, he gets jealous and ends up sexually assaulting Naoto. Are there any kind of ramifications for his actions? No, reader, there are not. For some reason, Naoto takes part of the blame and then it’s all glossed over. I like broken characters, and their relationship dynamics are interesting, but I don’t think I can read any more of this. – Michelle Smith

The Girl from the Other Side: Siúil, a Rún, Vol. 5 | By Nagabe| Seven Seas – I hadn’t really thought that this series could get any creepier and darker, but way to prove me wrong, Girl from the Other Side. Shiva’s aunt may not be “dead” in a normal sense, but as a character she certainly is. I felt some empathy for her plot-related backstory, as she’s presented with a choice that has no good options. There’s also a brutal fight between Teacher and two guards who have been cursed, which would be quite nasty if the art weren’t so abstract. And so Teacher and Shiva are on the run, and hoping that a different village will make things slightly more relaxing. I’m pretty sure it won’t, but I am interested in seeing how this finally ends—is there any way it can end happily? – Sean Gaffney

Interviews with Monster Girls, Vol. 6 | By Petos | Kodansha Comics – It’s been over a year since the last volume of this, and since then the anime has made its impression. This may be why all of a sudden the relationship (or rather lack thereof) between Tetsuo and Sakie really comes to the fore here, and there’s much less focus on the girls. Not that I’m complaining—the author is really good at writing sexual tension, and by the end of the volume you will be screaming for these two to just screw already. The other major focus of this book is Yoko, Tetsuo’s niece, and her zashiki-warashi, who turns out to possibly be in Yoko’s head all along? Or not? If I were to take one monster girl manga to a desert island, it would be this one. – Sean Gaffney

My Brother’s Husband, Vol. 2 | By Gengoroh Tagame | Pantheon Books – I am still thrilled that My Brother’s Husband was released in English. The second half or the series may be even better than the first, perhaps in part because it had such a strong foundation upon which to build. Yaichi remains the most well-developed character—understandably as his growth as a person is a major focus of the series—but more is revealed about Mike as well, and through him Yaichi’s brother Ryoji. The story is beautifully structured with ending scenes paralleling those from the beginning, showing how much Yaichi has matured in such a short period of time, confronting and overcoming the homophobia he hadn’t at first realized he had internalized. My Brother’s Husband is not a subtle manga, but it is a legitimately moving one. By realistically portraying how prejudice and discrimination directly impact the characters’ lives and deeply inform their relationships, Tagame’s message of love is made abundantly clear. – Ash Brown

My Brother’s Husband, Vol. 2 | By Gengoroh Tagame | Pantheon Books – Oh, don’t mind me. I’m just over here sniffling because one dude told another dude “You’re family, Mike” and then later they hugged. It’s true that at times the revelations Taichi has about homosexuality fall squarely in “no crap, dude” territory, but at least he’s having them. (It’s especially gratifying that he refuses to indulge the homophobia of Kana’s teacher, as well.) He gradually realizes that not only has he become completely comfortable in Mike’s presence, but Mike has become so important over the course of his three-week visit that Yaichi is starting to envision the Canadian being a real part of their lives going forward. I liked the implication that Yaichi and Kana will visit Canada someday and Yaichi will get the opportunity to be the tourist, learning about a part of Ryoji’s life he’s unfamiliar with. This was a really touching conclusion. Highly recommended. – Michelle Smith

By: Ash Brown

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Bookshelf Briefs 7/17/17

Anonymous Noise, Vol. 3 | By Ryoko Fukuyama | Viz Media – I was wondering at some point reading this volume if we could simply make the series 200 pages per volume of Nino screaming into a mic. The scenes where she does so are so electrifying, they draw you in so much, that it makes the rest of the teen drama feel a bit less by comparison. Honestly, the series can also be exhausting, because Nino is just so MUCH—not just the singing, but everything she does is to the point of collapse and pain, and it makes you desperately want to tell her to slow down. I think the creator would do well to follow that advice as well—I could use a lull somewhere in here. But man, does this book ever succeed at showing the power of music. – Sean Gaffney

The Full-Time Wife Escapist, Vol. 4 | By Tsunami Umino | Kodansha Comics – We’re making progress here—Hiramasa and Mikuri seem to be able to admit to themselves that they’re falling in love, and both want things to be a bit more physical. But oh my God, the communication problems here are enough to ruin a reader’s enamel. I appreciate the slow burn here, but it’s hard not to bang your head against a wall every time these two think about finally opening up and hashing everything out, and then deciding not to. I do like the fact that they’re both equally at fault, really—Mikuri may be the viewpoint character but she compartmentalizes so much of what’s happening that accessing real emotions is proving difficult. Even hugs may not help here. – Sean Gaffney

Ghost Diary, Vol. 2 | By Seiju Natsumegu| Seven Seas – This title still walks a fine line between pandering and creepy, and it still remains on the creepy side, which is good, given it’s meant to be a horror manga. The Kukuri and Tatsumi chapter was probably my favorite, giving some depth to those two, even as it revolved around some pretty strange shenanigans (and twins who reminded me of the Sonozakis). Less successful is Mayumi, who too frequently falls into the garden variety tsundere mode, which frankly just isn’t enough by itself anymore. The series is at its best when it’s wrong-footing us and making us not completely trust Chloe, but there’s less of that here, and therefore I’d say it’s not as intriguing as the first volume. But it’s still worth a read for horror fans. – Sean Gaffney

Hana & Hina After School, Vol. 2 | By Milk Morinaga | Seven Seas – Last time we saw how fast Hina fell for Hana, adn this time it’s Hana who, by the end of the volume, is questioning how she feels about her friend. Hana doesn’t not have the past experience Hina does, though, so it may take longer. Of course, the fact that Hina has experienced rejection in the past leads her to try to distance herself from Hana, and so much of the volume has them not working together (their new co-employees are, shall we say, not as good). Fortunately, it’s all resolved by the end, in time for a festival with fireworks. That said, where would a yuri title be without the return of the ex-girlfriend? She doesn’t make a full appearance in this book, but she’s on the fringes, so I’m sure volume three will be all about her. – Sean Gaffney

Horimiya, Vol. 8 | By Hero and Daisuke Hagiwara | Yen Press – There are some people who have complained that Horimiya isn’t as good as it was because it’s changed so much from its initial premise. I can sort of see what they mean, but I’m still really enjoying seeing these kids struggle through high school and try to have a relationship. Sex doesn’t come up again here, but we do get more of the weirdest BDSM relationship in all of manga, which is even weirder given it’s in public. The athletic festival is also amusing, if only as Hori does horribly as she’s so easily distracted. Bonus points for the ouendan costume as well. So yes, one could argue that the series is meandering a bit here, and needs real drama, but I also am happy just reading about these kinds being big doofs. – Sean Gaffney

Horimiya, Vol. 8 | By Hero and Daisuke Hagiwara | Yen Press – It’s Sports Festival time for Katagiri High! Even though Miyamura is a third-year student, it’s his first time truly participating, and he really gets into it, cheering for his teammates, competing against Hori, etc. In the end, he’s surprised by how much fun he had and I was surprised by how not tiresome yet another sports festival arc was. After this, we see the return of the relationship dynamic in which Hori wants Miyamura to be mean/rough with her. While I can appreciate seeing that sort of predilection depicted in a teen romance manga, what troubles me is that he’s clearly not enjoying it and only doing it for her sake. It’s also odd that none of their friends or classmates is showing concern, especially when Miyamura questions a love rival’s ability to hit her. I’m not sure where Horimiya is going with all this. – Michelle Smith

Interviews with Monster Girls, Vol. 5 | By Petos | Kodansha Comics – Two-thirds of this volume is devoted to the same school antics as the previous ones, as we see the cast of friends getting closer, our succubus teacher continuing to fail to seduce Takahashi-sensei, and any number of monster girl trivia items. The last third moves to an apartment to show the adventures of a college girl who happens to live with a Zashiki-Warashi, and the complicated feelings this stirs up in her, especially as it’s not as easy to deal with as it sounds. This is cute but feels irrelevant compared to the main plot—I wonder if the author is running out of things to talk about. Still, ‘cute’ is pretty much the brief for this series, and as long as there’s plenty of that I don’t think the readers will complain. – Sean Gaffney

Oresama Teacher, Vol. 22 | By Izumi Tsubaki | VIZ Media – What a fantastic volume of Oresama Teacher! The Super Bun impostor is revealed, and though in retrospect I probably should have guessed who was responsible, it didn’t make the resulting story (and backstory) any less satisfying. Plus, the final chapters of the arc featured Mafuyu in a pig mask (Super Ham!) and the members of the Student Council working together to find the culprit. After that, there are a couple of bittersweet chapters about the third years graduating that are quite nice, but I really wasn’t prepared for that penultimate page. This series is frequently very silly, but a beaming Miyabi telling Mafuyu that she’s his hero made me tear up instantly. It’s a rare series that’s only getting better at volume twenty-two! – Michelle Smith

By: Michelle Smith