#jewel bby it's not that bad jewel pls

[sailoryooons]

Get to Know Me

Thank you @jimilter for tagging me I love u Ash bby. I haven't done a tag game in forever but felt like hi this is a chance to do an updated get to know me for any new followers hehe

name: hali

sign: capricorn

height: 5’1 pls don't perceive me i am short

time: 4:07

birthday: december 23

fav bands/artists: bts, run the jewels, skz, bad bunny, megan thee stallion, doja cat, sza, ice cube, post malone

last movie: the menu - highly recommend. it was funny and not that deep

last show: sailor moon, no surprise here

when i created this blog: january 2022

what i post: fics and nonsense

other blogs? a fic rec blog @haliiimedereads

do i get asks? i do and i love them!

followers: recently hit over 2k which is mind blowing and i refuse to believe it

average hours of sleep: like 4-5 i live with chronic insomnia

instruments: i can play the flute and a little bit of saxophone but i haven't in years so i can't promise i could read the sheet music. but i can read vocal sheet music though i don't know if i call it singing

what i’m wearing: a big ass hoodie and some sweatpants. florida is cold today

dream trip: i would love to visit japan, sk, italy, ireland and scotland

tagging no one because i don't want anyone to feel like they have to do this but you are free to copy heheh

[dudeandduchess]

Now that you said that, how about Kyōjurō breaking a glass -mirror, whatever- and s/o praying like 24/7 to repel the bad luck that it comes? She would be like "SEVEN YEARS OF MISFORTUNE", more worried about his husband than herself. Being a pillar is not a safe job pls.

Hey hey, bby! I hope you like this one. I had so much fun writing it. Lmao.

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Kyōjurō x F!S/O: The Cleansing (SFW Scenario):

“What have you done?!” The horror was clear in (Y/n)’s voice, as she stooped to the floor and carefully picked up the shards of the shattered handheld mirror he’d been toying with earlier.

He had been making faces at himself for the past ten minutes, more to stave off his boredom than anything, and the mirror had slipped from his grasp; which resulted in the glass shattering upon impact with the hardwood floor.

“I’m sorry, my love. It slipped,” The Flame Hashira answered sheepishly, and was just about to make his wife an offer to buy her another one, when he realized what she was doing. “Don’t pick it up. You’re going to get hurt.”

“No, no, we have to get rid of it quickly. Otherwise it’s seven years of bad luck!” (Y/n)’s voice turned shrill at the last sentence, which had her husband flinching at the sound of her voice. But he let her do what she wanted, as he knew that stepping in and hindering her from whatever she needed to do would land him in more trouble.

He’d known what he had been getting into when he married such a superstitious woman; but he regretted nothing. In fact, it still amused him to that day whenever she would go on her long-winded tirades about her beliefs.

Hurriedly, (Y/n) gathered up all the pieces of the mirror into the gilded frame that it had been set on. She then made her way to the kitchen and wrapped the mirror shards up in a thick rag, before using the frame to smash it to bits.

“Wait, wait! (Y/n)! What are you doing?” Kyōjurō cried frantically, as he took the empty mirror frame from his wife’s petite hands. He held it high above his head to prevent her from snatching it away from him, since she was almost a foot shorter than he was.

“I need to smash this into a fine powder and let the wind carry it away.” The young woman narrowed her eyes at her husband, then sighed and gestured to the wrapped up shards on the kitchen counter. “Alright, please do it for me. I’m going to get some incense and ward off all the bad luck.”

He wanted to tell her that she was going to blind someone if she did that, but she didn’t even give him a chance to answer. Instead, she merely padded away from him— in search of all the jasmine incense sticks that she’d gotten from the market last week.

With a chuckle, Kyōjurō set off to smashing the mirror pieces into powder. But he wasn’t even done when his wife came back inside the kitchen and stood next to him with seven lit incense sticks clasped in her hands.

The young woman waved her clasped hands every once in a while— all while muttering a prayer under her breath.

Kyōjurō had to resist the urge to chuckle at his wife’s antics, instead he settled for a lopsided grin as he gazed at her affectionately.

Her anxiety wasn’t baseless at all; in fact, she had explained to him why she always got carried away with her cleansing rituals. And the reason why had made his heart heavier with so much love for her.

Because her reason for being so anxious was that she needed to protect him from all the bad luck, so that he would be safe during his missions. If that wasn’t one of the most heartfelt things anyone had done for him, he didn’t know what was.

So, he always let her do it; indulged her, even.

When her prayer was through, (Y/n) set the incense sticks down in a cup, before fishing out her sapphire hair ornament from her obi.

The Flame Hashira could only sigh and shake his head as he crouched down— all so she could put the lucky charm in his hair. He’d been through the process so many times before that he didn’t even need to ask why she was holding it in her hands.

The irony of it all was that, even though he’d bought the hair piece for his wife, he had used it more times than she had.

“Is this really necessary?” He joked.

(Y/n) nodded, as she untied his hair from it’s usual style and gathered everything in her hands— before tying it up into a complete bun. She then added the hair piece to her handiwork and had to grin at how starkly the blue sapphire jewels contrasted against her husband’s blond hair.

“It still doesn’t suit your hair, but it will help ward off all the bad luck.”

Gingerly, Kyōjurō got up to his full height once more, then turned around and wrapped his arms around (Y/n). “You don’t need to worry so much, my love. I’ll be fine.”

“I know... I just...” She lifted her head from the Hashira’s chest and tried to sniff around for the peculiar scent she’d smelled. “Do you smell smoke?”

The couple then looked over to where the incense was burning holes through their wooden counter, which had (Y/n) screeching ‘seven years of bad luck’ frantically. Somehow, it had been knocked out of the glass that she had put it in.

In response, Kyōjurō took off his haori and snuffed out the tiny flames before they could get worse.

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