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meanbossart · 6 months ago

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LORE ASK COMPILATION: "Still not banging Halsin, Squid Games, Sun King, Failing at love quizzes, Bottoms, Tops, and Cats" Edition

He didn't, Halsin wasnt around for act 3, too busy healing land and saving ghost children or something!

THANK YOU/I'M SORRY, I'm surprised there isn't more Bhaalist Dark Urge/Spawn Astarion stuff out there. Don't get me wrong, I love a good evil power couple, but who can resist the good ol'heartbreak of a vicious unending cycle brought on by your own senselessness!

That wasn't something I was interested in previously just because acquiring the slayer form isn't part of his canon, but I've been looking at enough fromsoft games' monster designs that I might be a little inspired to try LOL

Also I am just a fan of the canon design and never before thought it needed altering. But I'll let it cook ;)

God damn it.

DU drow was VERY antagonizing towards the emperor since the moment he dropped the facade, which made the attempt ESPECIALLY hilarious - that poor guy is so, so lonely.

I don't recall the exact wording in-game, but once the emperor took his shiny squid pecs out and shot his shot, DU drow recoiled and called him disgusting. After having the visions of Stelmane forced upon him to make whatever baffling point the emperor was trying to make, DU drow smugly asserted that he had finally let the mask slip and their very terrible date ended with the Emperor enforcing their reluctant need for one another, for the time being.

In-prose, that would honestly be pretty much it. DU drow would have reacted with absolute revulsion at the prospect of being hit on by a mindflayer, and taken the Emperor's (miscalculated) moment of lashed-out vulnerability as a win - as proof that he was exactly as duplicitous as he always assumed the Emperor to be.

I can assure everyone that I am as entertained by the thought as the rest of you and it is in the cards for future art, I just have... So many prompts... I have at least 5 different mini-comics I want to make, BESIDES singular pieces, BESIDES the fanfic... I wish I had more time and more hands.

But DU drow's unlikely semi-success as a parental figure is hilarious to me. I think about it constantly.

I haven't entertained that thought much because its antithetical to DU drow's character. Whether "good" or evil, he wouldn't allow Astarion to ascend because of his fear of no longer being needed and his reluctance to watch his partner be consumed by out-sourced power and changed into something he despises. Realistically, in a world where Astarion is allowed to ascend they could only break up and inevitably kill each other soon after.

That said, I am fascinated by the Sun King and the implications that path has for his character. So far that is an arc that I can only really see Astarion taking on alone, though - that might change in the future, might not. We'll see!

IF I CAN MAKE IT NOT ENTIRELY MISERABLE, I JUST MIGHT.

He got 2 out of 3 questions wrong - which is to say he was way too honest and Astarion didn't like that.

Except for the "when is he the happiest" question, which he correctly answered with "when he's neck deep in gore".

This is not even a lore-embelishment, this is actually how that scene went for me and I cackled about it for ages.

He would love to get tied up for old-times' sake. I doubt he knows much about fancy knots but Astarion might (though I might be in a minority that doubts his enforced "sex life" was actually that interesting at all.)

Thank you so much!

You are mostly correct. Bhaalist drow, both pre and post tadpole would be much more keen on the idea of having people around who fulfill their every desire - EXCEPT for killing. That is a joy they take on for themselves.

"Canon" DU drow values his independence a lot, on the other hand. He's neutral on the idea of slavery (what a sentence) and wouldn't be opposed to temporary servicing, but the idea of having someone around waiting for orders doesn't attract him at all, or at least would get on his nerves quick. He much preffers to do things himself and makes sure that other people see how much he does not need assistance.

The answer is yes, basically LOL.

DU drow both adores and despises Sceleritas presence and he doesn't know why. It very much reflects the type of relationship they used to have prior to DU drow's memory loss, and it's one of those things that he has conflicting feelings about but not any context for them.

I sadly doubt that the boys would become parents during Shadowheart's lifetime (it's for the best, they have a lot of work to do before I would trust them not to drop a baby), but honestly she strikes me as really liking kids as long as she doesn't have to, well, have them LOL.

And thank you so much for enjoying them and humoring me!

I think it is less about bottoming-topping and more about enjoying a more submissive role during sex, as well as in other scenarios. He believes that giving control away is, in a way, a show of devotion that goes both ways - his own for the willingness to do so, and his partner's for not taking advantage of it despite his wanting them to do so.

With one-night-stands (which he occasionally had pre-tadpole) he would still bottom without any of the submissiveness. This is because he didn't have the capacity to understand what it was about bottoming that attracted him, and led him to feeling constantly unfulfilled and frustrated (he just isn't build for no-strings-attatched type of arrangements, lol.)

This means that he really could operate either way depending on the partner as long as he got that fix of docility, whether it be from the bottom or top.

I think of Astarion as being similarly versatile but leaning more in the opposite direction when it comes to power-dynamics - though it being less about dominance itself and more about being pampered and catered to - and, of course, getting to do what he wants. Though he's willing to try most things a partner is particularly enthusiastic for just to see how he feels about it.

That said with DU drow he does prefer to top for a plethora of reasons.

I didn't have this piece of lore thought-up at the time, but I should have made them look like the lady he lost his virginity to.

Him and Astarion were gobbling those things up until the emperor reveal, then they both quit it cold-turkey after DU drow stomped the astral-tadpole dead (and back then you didn't have to roll any dice to do it, because otherwise we would have weird veiny DU drow to deal with for sure because he would NOT have suceeded that save.)

DU drow's feelings towards animals is a constant in every iteration of his character. They are organic little pieces of art wandering about the world that act upon their own laws and regulations, ones which humanoids aren't privy to - except for when they intrude into that world through magic and try to understand it through their overly-complicated systems and concepts. If a cat made the temple it's home, it can stay.

#ask compilation #du drow and astarion #bg3 spoilers #du drow lore

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prose-for-hire · 1 year ago

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Evol (or, a backwards love story)

Pairing: Spike x reader

Request: Hey I love your spike x reader fics I was wondering if you could do one were like they both have a crush on eachother and he invites her over to his crypt but it's super fluffy and he makes it all romantic with candles and shit

Reader isn't a big fan of pink but doesn't like hate it or anything (just a heads up in case you love pink (like me) and it takes you out of the story).

Requested by: anon

A/N: Be kind please this is the first fic I've done in ages! Hope this is okay, love 💖

You had been in deep thought, your mind travelling ahead of you as your limbs tried to follow. But your wandering mind had led you down an unknown path. You had taken a strange turn somewhere and found yourself in unchartered territory.

You were at a crossroads, in almost pitch darkness. The streetlights had disappeared a couple of streets ago and you weren’t entirely sure where you were. You were fumbling through the dark now, trying to find something to hold onto, to anchor you.

You found yourself connecting with something, a figure in the shadows. You groaned, the last thing you needed tonight was to get eaten, your top was brand new. You recoiled slightly but a pair of steady hands righted you. He, of course, could see in the dark.

“What’re you doing round these parts, pet?” His voice came from the darkness, retracting his hands, a flame from his lighter ignited so that you could see.

“Got kinda turned around… I’m lost”

“Can’t have that, can we, love? If you’re not careful somethin’ nasty might eat you up” His eyes glinted with amusement, his lips curled slightly in that irresistible way he did. Even when he was being ‘evil’ he was attractive to you. You were doomed to fall for him.

“What did we talk about Spike?”

“Too much?”

“Only a little” you smiled despite yourself, now unable to look up from your feet. You were afraid that you would reveal too much, he could read you like a book. He always had, ever since you met a year ago.

It was tongues and teeth. Blood and sweat. You were backed against the wall, the vibrations from the music pulsing through you. You grasped the black t-shirt that clung to him so perfectly, the vampire you had only heard about.

You knew he and Buffy had faced each other on numerous occasions, you just happened to miss him each time. You had met them in college and had only known of the stories about William the Bloody at this point. But you always liked to judge people for yourself, anyway. And, well, you hadn’t realised how beautiful he was, you had been taken by him as soon as he stomped up to the bar and sulkily ordered a beer.

You heard voices through the crowd, through the headiness of that moment. Voices you recognised. You pulled away, your face a picture; as if you had seen a ghost. You weren’t supposed to be here,

“Go home” He had hissed, covering you as you slid away. Taking Buffy’s attention.

You should have known then he had a soft spot. Or, well, the potential for one. Usually he would have relished the awkwardness of Buffy walking in to find you kissing a vampire. Drinking with demons and beating them at kitten poker. But if he had the chance to do that again he wasn’t going to ruin it by getting the ultimate mood slayer involved, now was he.

But you hadn’t ever had any real time alone since. Sure, sometimes it felt like you were both the only people in the room but there was barely a chance to even allude to what you had done let alone reignite the moment again. Though he of course tried at every moment he got.

“Got have plans, love? My crypt’s only down the way” he spoke softly, almost tentatively if you didn’t know better.

“I’m late. I’m supposed to meet some… friends” You hesitated and you knew he caught it before you looked back into his eyes. Eyes you were slowly being lost in.

“Not those bloody losers again. You’re better than them”

“Those losers are actually my friends”

“Friends that you hide yourself from” He shrugged, not entirely able to drop it. He couldn’t hide his distaste for Buffy and the others.

Despite it all he gestured with his head, offering to take you to your friends. Even though you knew Sunnydale quite well after moving into your dorm a year ago and running around the town many times after (or often away from) demons, you still got lost a lot. It was a kind of running joke amongst the other scoobies.

He lit a cigarette as you rounded the corner, only pausing to offer you one which you declined with a soft smile. A smile that made him want to drop to his knees and declare his undying love for you. It pained him, how soft he was for you.

He shoved the other hand in the pocket of his duster, jaw tensing as he saw your friends speaking rapidly, apparently concerned about something. Willow noticed you first.

“We thought you’d been all ookified, we were worried!” She flung herself around you with a big smile of relief.

“You got lost, huh?” Buffy said with a smile, which quickly dropped when she noticed the company you were in.

“Yeah, Spike helped me get my bearings. Thanks, again” You grinned, despite Xander and Buffy’s distaste. Anya patted your head a little patronisingly at your habit of getting yourself lost.

“Anytime, pet”

“Yeah, right, evil dead is only good for being evil… and dead”

“Not that I’m not enjoying the boy’s wit, but I’ll be off now” He addressed only you, hoping to keep the barbs at his expense from the group to a minimum. Someone muttered something distasteful about Spike, which was of course in his earshot, but he didn’t turn back around.

“He’s, like, the lowest of the low.” someone agreed, shaking her head at the figure walking away.

You weren’t sure why that moment was the moment. Why you spoke something that had been so safely unspoken.

“Spike! Spike, wait-”

“Y/n, what’re you doing?!” your friends called after you, still in earshot as Spike ditched his cigarette and swung around to face you.

“Love, you go and do the friendship thing with the meddlin’ kids, okay? I’d rather stake myself than spend an evening with them”

“I know, I was wondering if the offer’s still on that is, well, I’m free tomorrow night”

He put both hands in his duster, rocking on the balls of his feet and looking down. It was as if he thought you were being cruel to him. Taking him up on his offer just to hurt him by rejecting him in the next breath with all your friends watching. He had to know you better than that, surely.

You reached for his arm, willing him to feel what you felt. Know what you knew. That you and him were meant for each other, that this chance that you were trying to take meant a lot. For someone you had kissed so passionately before it was strange how nervous you were suddenly at even grazing his skin.

“After sunset, tomorrow at your crypt?” You asked softly, though the vulnerability in your voice bled through. He saw it, he saw that your intentions were pure. There were some gasps and some vague unimpressed whispering from your friends behind you but you couldn’t bring yourself to take notice.

Instead you waited with bated breath for his answer. You knew he had offered earlier but there was always the chance he was doing it to tease you. That he had no interest in you. That he was playing with you, looking for something quick and easy. You could do that, of course you could, if it meant being close with him. But it may just break your heart beyond recognition.

This purgatory, which only lasted a second, felt like it lasted hours. Your grip on him tightened, as if you were afraid he would slip away from you.

He nodded, to anyone else it probably looked as if he wasn’t bothered. What he didn’t know was that you could read him in the way he did for you. You saw the slight upturn of his mouth before it disappeared, you noticed the way his eyes searched you with wonder for a fraction of a moment. You knew then, for sure, he felt for you as deeply as you had started to fall for him. Everything you had learned about him you held close, collecting it as the most valuable treasures.

You arrived the next night a minute after the sun set and promptly knocked on the door of Spike’s crypt. You could hear some scuffling about from behind the door and a lot of a British accent muttering ‘bloody bollocks’ every so often which made you smile softly.

You waited patiently until he swung the door open, allowing you to walk in. You gasped, he had transformed the main level of his crypt for the evening. There were candles everywhere, on every single available surface and surrounding the sofa where there was a couple of blankets piled up and a stack of VHS tapes.

There were wilted roses that had shed their petals all over the floor beside the TV set and you tried to ignore the high probability that these came from a few of the graves surrounding the crypt. Stuck haphazardly to the walls were pink and red hearts made from crepe paper and various strips hanging about.

I mean, it was a huge fire risk but you tried to ignore this fact as you appreciated his scattered decorations. You assumed that Spike was ensuring you were aware that he thought of this as a date.

“How was your night with America’s most haunted?” Spike asked, you could tell he was genuinely interested if you had a nice evening after he left you at the Bronze.

You told him everything in complete detail, you were a keen storyteller and he adored this about you. You spoke in such detail that he could picture himself there beside you as the night played out.

“Drink, pet?”

“Please”

You looked around as he started rummaging around with bottles and glasses. You read the words on some of the hearts, your brow furrowing slightly.

“EVOL? I think it’s spelt-”

“No, love, it was meant to be- they’re from the craft store. They, well, I didn’t want it to scare you off now did I?” He turned the heart around, the word was actually ‘love’. He hadn’t wanted you to think he was coming on too strong so he had hidden the word. Though the rose petals and the various pink and red crafts might well have done that if you hadn’t realised how deeply you felt for him.

You laughed, you couldn’t help it. You hadn’t been sure if he was making sure that all this romantic stuff didn’t take away from him being bad. Telling you he was ‘evil’.

He passed you a glass, different from usual where he would just drink straight from the bottle. You were surprised to note that it was your favourite drink. It was incredibly endearing that he had learned this about you, or perhaps it was his favourite and you just had that in common.

The glow of the candlelight accentuated his features, casting shadows from his cheekbones. You felt yourself leaning into him as he spoke animatedly, it was entirely involuntary. When you thought about it, you had done everything in reverse. You were tentatively courting after sharing a much more passionate moment the night you properly met. You much preferred it this way though, in some ways it cemented now just how much Spike had grown to care for you through the stolen moments you had together through the year.

Quick glances and lingering touches. The way he had thrown himself in front of a demon to ensure you would be safe. The way he always offered to walk you home, even if he was shot down every time by the slayer. He always made jokes in the hope that you would laugh.

The evening was lovely, you shared drinks and watched films together, while Spike made biting commentary on each scene. You were wrapped in a blanket while he stayed room temperature. He sat a little more rigidly than usual, seemingly unable to relax. He wanted the night to be perfect. He was concerned he might say something wrong, something a little too murderous and off-putting.

You hadn’t really been paying attention to the film. He had done everything to try and prove he was a man worthy of your love. You could sense he was holding back but you loved him for who he was, the flaws wrapped into the thread of his personality were just as important to you.

“I really like you, Spike. You don’t need to impress me, you know that right? I’m already yours, if you’d let me be” You spoke barely above a whisper. He turned to you, searching your face before a smile grew slowly on his lips. It was a smile you had only ever seen him give to you.

“You’re tellin’ me I can take all this sodding pink bollocks off my walls now then?”

“I mean, it’s a real improvement from the cobwebs but it’s not really my colour,” You grinned, pressing your lips to his quickly before pulling away.

You leaned against him as the night progressed, leaning your head into the crook of his neck. He shifted as you moved down the sofa so that you could comfortably rest against him. He inhaled, savouring your scent. It felt like home. He closed his eyes, focusing on your heartbeat thrum steadily. You were truly here, by his side.

Your body was made to fit beside his, you knew this as if it was fact. You couldn’t imagine a future where you wouldn’t hold each other. Or share moments such as this. The warmth from the candles and the care and attention that Spike continued to show you told you that his feelings at their core were clearly no act, his execution had been slightly exaggerated only because he hadn’t really dated in the usual way for a good few decades.

He slid his arm along the headrest behind you and you settled into watch the next movie. After a moment you realised his eyes were still trained on you, he couldn’t keep his eyes off you. When you looked at him, giving him a quizzical look, he just gestured back at the screen with his head a soft smile on his face.

If this was the first proper date, you were looking forward to the rest. In fact, as his arm snaked around you and pulled you close, you were not sure you would ever be ready to leave.

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vrystalius · 4 months ago

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If you do lower moons: Can i request pumping carving/trick or treating w all of them?

If you don't, can u do trick or treating with Senjuro? :3

Trick or Treating with Senjuro

He hasn’t done this in years! Especially not without his brother.

Pairing: Senjuro x fem!reader (platonic/familial) (you’re the wife of Kyojuro)

He hasn’t gone trick or treating in ages, ever since his brother got busy with the duties a demon slayer and hashira and his father turned to bottles upon bottles of sake, Senjuro simply didn’t have time or the want to go out to collect candy. Childhood is something he had to leave behind in order to keep the household going. But ever since his big brother married you, you came to visit more and more often, checking in, cooking and even playing with him a little after completing the chores. It was fun to have you around, it made him feel safe to be careless again and without worries. You have a protective aura, almost motherly. He that even Shinjuro could sense it sometime, he drinks much less when you’re around. He even got out of bed and cooked himself a meal once.

It was your idea to go trick or treating. Senjuro was preparing a small bowl of candy to give out to the other kids knocking on the door, that’s when you asked him if he doesn’t want to go out himself. He shyly stated that one, he has no costume, two, only he and Kyojuro went out together and that lastly, Senjuro worries about the disappointed children knocking on the door with no one opening the door. His father surely won’t, so who will?

“Leave the bowl out front, we can cut some sheets and turn you into a ghost!”

A ghost. Yes, that’ll work! You two stole one of the dried sheets you two hung up together and cut two holes for his eyes and one for his mouth, then another two holes for his arms. Senjuro excitedly sat beside you while you were working on the costume, painting a small bucket, adding little Halloween doodles like pumpkins, ghosts and demons. He counted the hours until night finally came. His strength was almost overwhelming, given how hard he was pulling on your arm to finally leave. One last hurried goodbye to his dad before parading down the streets, going from door to door. You matches his energy and encouraged him to go on whenever he got a little nervous or why about knocking. One time, you had to walk him to the front door because of how scary the front garden was decorated. You saw how he was trembling a little beneath the white sheet and how hard he was clinging onto you while you led him forward.

By the end of the night, Senjuro was already unwrapping candies and chocolates, stuffing them into his mouth one by one. Once you two arrived back home, he actually got a little sick from the amount he managed to inhale in that short distance. After confiscating his candy for the night and letting him wash up for bed, you tucked the younger brother of your husband into bed. You ran your fingers through his bright hair while the kid mumbled about how fun the night. It was adorable seeing him being so exhausted and yet so excited for next year’s Halloween. You watched his eyes slowly flutter close and his mumbling stopping, soft snores reaching your ears.

I hoped you enjoyed this! Our best boy Senjuro. I’m sorry about not writing for the lower moons, I don’t know enough to write for them accurately :,)

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <3

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aquarius-cookie-jar · 3 months ago

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Just for fun, I'm doing a "What if my ocs were in the Beast Ancients AU (by @cuppajj) ?"

Disclaimer: There will be slight mentions of oc x canon. There will also be mentions of death, but more so in a 'already passed on/ they're a ghost observing the world' kinda way. None of this information is canon to my nor cuppajj's au. This is just something I've been wanting to do because it's silly lmao.

Ok! Onto rambling!

Powdered Sugar Cookie (she/her)

The citadel has been deathly quiet ever since the fall of the beloved king. The spirits that used to roam the halls freely, possessing weapons not only to guard the walls from beyond the grave, but also to interact with the cookies that lived there, have since then disappeared. No longer could you see specters that sometimes danced around the empty walkways. They're gone. Perhaps this time, the cold was too much to bare, and they've returned to the spirit realm. This time for good. Sometimes though, if you're lucky, you may be able to catch a small glimpse of a spirit, but never anywhere near the rooms where the king currently stays in. Something about him drives them away...

Among these spirits is Powdered Sugar Cookie. She's one of the few that chose to remain and wander the frigid halls of the citadel. Rarely would she ever show herself, but sometimes, a lost child may find themselves following a golden butterfly that's guaranteed to lead them home. They say these butterflies are the blind spirit's companions, and it's said they're a good omen. One certainly hopes to encounter them, especially during these uncertain times.

Once news that Dark Choco and Strawberry Crepe have been wandering lost and uncertain with an... untrustworthy specter had reached her ears, she asked her spirit friends to follow them, and make sure they're alright. There's not much she could do as a ghost, but she will do anything to ensure the safety of the children. Especially when it comes to her own son and his companions...

Fire Flower Cookie (he/they)

A cookie who once thought was dead was freed from his enchanted prison, only to come face to face with a world laid to ruin in a new era of beasts and monsters. He was forced to run and flee as the village who just freed him from his prison was conquered by she who calls herself the dragon slayer. As soon as her eyes met his, he immediately bolted and fled into the woods. Her sinister grin implanted into his mind, as her orders echoed in his head, "Capture the phoenix! They'll make a great addition to my specimen collection!" Now he wanders the world alone, distrustful of anyone he encounters, even more so than before. But when fate sends them on a chance encounter with another group of survivors, they're forced to come to the conclusion that they need help if they want to live. But can he really trust them to not turn their backs on him?

Fire Flower Cookie and Dark Choco Cookie already have an awkward encounter in my au, so in this one, they straight up tried to attack each other, falsely assuming the other was an enemy. Eventually, they do work it out, and form a temporary truce if it meant they'll be safe.

Eventually, all of them grew fond of each other, and became a pretty solid group. Fire Flower catching a little crush on the ex prince.

However, it seems that they weren't fated to last, as at some point, the group had fallen into a trap, and Fire Flower had to sacrifice himself to save Choco and Crepe, falling into Dragonberry's capture and experimentation...

Berry Choco Cookie (he/him)

How long has he been gone..? Where is his body..? Is he..? Suddenly, he remembered everything. The celestial dragon that stole their magic... The sword he enchanted with forbidden Jam Magic... His brother... That blasted kirin... How dare that beast corrupt his brother and imprison him in his own weapon?! They shall pay. He'll bring their legacy to ruin! However, as he awoke to an unfamiliar world, he realized vengeance isn't going to be easy. Not when the kirin's descendant is literally a beast. No. Not now. It's still too dangerous. So for now, he'll watch from the shadows, waiting for the opportunity to strike. How tempting it is to take the body of the one who used his dark jam magic and finish it all. But not now... Patience is a virtue they say...

Vengeful spirit, Berry Choco, is- to put it lightly, very... unamused... by the current situation he finds himself in. There's not much he could do in this bodiless form. He doesn't know how long he's been trapped in that witches-foresaken sword. Speaking of which, the blade is nowhere to be found either. He was left wandering for so long, until he realized he can sense those that have used the dark magic he created. So he seeks out a host, and lo and behold; the prince of the kingdom he seeks to destroy.

How he almost immediately jumped to possess him, but stopped. Though blinded by pure rage, he isn't stupid. There were far too many uncertainties to account for. Not to mention, he had yet to formulate a plan of attack. So for now, he watched from the shadows. Observing.

Dark Choco can't shake the feeling of being watched, and even experiences dark nightmares and visions of a cookie he doesn't recognize.

The voices that once accompanied the sword sometimes sound louder than they usually were...

Berry Choco Cookie (he/him) and Cacaofruit Kirin Cookie (they/them)

Dark Cacao's late parents...

There's nothing they can do...

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owl-writing · 3 months ago

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This damp, statue-filled cave was not the place that Perseus wanted to be.

All he wanted was to keep his mother safe. But he opened his mouth, and now here he was, hundreds of miles away on a mission that was intended to kill him. The sword in his right hand was heavy; the mirrored shield in his left was unwieldy. The winged sandals on his feet, a present offered by a brother and sister unknown, felt constricting around his ankles and calves. The helm of invisibility on his head was too heavy and not protective enough at the same time.

What was he doing here? Who did he think he was, some kind of hero who could slay a monster? He was just a kid. And no amount of training on the ship along the way had prepared him for this.

He slid past another stone statue, what once was a man who came here to do exactly what Perseus intended to do. He made it to what seemed to be a central area of the cave. Then, he did something that everyone warned him not to. He took off his helmet, fading back into view. He kept his eyes clenched shut and slid down to his knees on the damp stones. Tears stirred, running down his cheeks.

He flinched when a woman spoke from somewhere behind him. “You’re certainly no hero.” She sounded intrigued, cautious. “Who are you, young man?”

“I am Perseus, son of Danae and Zeus,” he said softly, choosing not to lie to the very person he was sent to kill. “And I’m here because I was just trying to protect my mother. King Polydectes of Seriphos demanded the head of the gorgon Medusa. But I know he just wanted me out of the way so he could force my mother to marry him.”

Footsteps echoed the woman’s approach. Snakes hissed softly as Medusa circled the young would-be hero. Perseus kept his eyes clenched shut and set his sword and shield on the floor.

“I’m not a killer,” Perseus mumbled. “I’m not a hero.”

Medusa stopped walking, right in front of Perseus’s kneeling form. “And that is what makes you so different from every other man who has stepped onto this island. They were so certain that they would go down in history as slayers of fierce monsters.”

Perseus flinched when cold, scaly fingers gripped him by the chin and tilted his head up. He kept his eyes clenched shut. His heart pounded in his chest.

“Perhaps, young non-hero,” Medusa said softly, her voice accompanied by the hissing of her snakes, “there is a way to save your mother without you trying to take my head from my body. Perhaps my family and I could aid you. After all, we are family, are we not? Through Poseidon, the father of my sons, and you...through Zeus, you are the cousin of my sons.”

Perseus swallowed. “You’re...you’re willing to help me?” he asked, his voice trembling. “How...how do I know this isn’t a trap?”

Medusa chuckled. Her breath ghosted over Perseus’s face, but he still did not open his eyes. “If I wanted you dead, young non-hero, I wouldn’t even need my snakes at this point. My sisters and sons are quite furious and protective, and have only gotten moreso over the years.”

Perseus knew that his orders were to kill Medusa. Everyone had pounded that into his skull – Polydectes, Athena, Hermes, the Gray Sisters, the men on his ship – but Medusa was the first one who offered to help him with the actual problem on his hands.

“Okay,” he agreed. “I’m willing to trust you. Just...please, help me save my mom.”

Medusa’s hand disappeared from under his chin, and she moved around behind him. “Open your eyes, but do not look at me,” she instructed. “Grab your sword and shield once more. And then you and I are going to speak to my sons.”

#is this a good medusa myth retelling? absolutely not. but i liked writing this a few weeks ago anyway so here y'all go #owl original post #writing tag: miscellaneous

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irritatedirishfrog · 13 days ago

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"𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑"

𝘨𝘪𝘺𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘰𝘬𝘢

*:･ﾟ✧ in which, Giyu almost died and is afraid to rest without knowing whether or not you would still love him if he had passed away. He doesn't want you to forget him and he wants you to know that he loves you more than he thought he ever could.

━━━━°⌜ 鬼滅の刃 ⌟°━━━━

Giyu never thought that he was afraid to die. Heck, he never had been, never even considered it. After all, wasn't it just the natural order of things to die after living?

So what was the point in trying to avoid it? Death was inevitable.

At least that's what he had kept telling himself. But ever since he met you, it's been rather difficult to understand anything in a reasonable light.

He fell for you the moment that he set his eyes on you, unknowingly setting himself up for failure. Giving up his thoughts to the hands of a woman, that was dangerous, wasn't it?

You were a Hashira and you kept yourself so undetected that barely anyone even knew you.

When he first noticed you, his intentions weren't to be rude when he had asked who you were. For some reason, he was desperate to know you, like it was something he needed.

He only received a small smile and later he realized that you had been a Hashira for almost ten years... You had been a Hashira before he was even a demon slayer.

Apparently you didn't mind that he didn't know, or that he was the only Hashira to know you were alive at the moment.

Apparently this had happened multiple times where you would be in a room with everyone else and listen in without actually conversing or interacting with the others.

Apparently, you stood next to him every single meeting with the master. And he hadn't even noticed. Not once.

How? If you were always there, how come he didn't feel any sort of familiarity around you?

He felt guilty, like he didn't know what to do.

And yet here he was, watching as you sat down under a cherry blossom tree at your estate. You were just closing your eyes as if you were reminiscing in the quiet, nostalgic peace.

He was so confused, but intrigued at the same time.

He had even asked the other Hashira and demon slayers, trying to figure more about you. He just assumed that not knowing you was the unhealthy habit he had of shutting people out.

Only, he got answers that confused him even more, answers of 'who are you talking about?' Or 'I don't know'. Then Shinobu of course had to make fun of him for such a pretending, after all, it didn't seem like you were even a real person.

No one believed that there was another Hashira, and Giyu forced himself not to bother anyone about it.

Except for the master. Maybe he just saw a ghost too... But he had to be sure.

Kagaya Ubuyashiki knew who you were, thank goodness, it made Giyu feel a lot less crazy. The Master seemed happy about hearing your name come from a Hashira and he spoke about being proud of Giyu for noticing in the first place.

You were a very quiet and reserved person, yet your fighting style involved words. Basically, your breathing technique helped you tap into frequency, which in turn, gave you the power to control frequency and what people heard.

So technically... You had been staying undetected on purpose, using the breathing style to control the frequency your own body gave off as to not alert people of your existence.

Although, you must have slipped up when Giyu noticed you. He's even still baffled about your existence, he has no idea how to go about this.

"Try and get close to her, she's quiet and indifferent, like you. However, she has no one to talk to besides me and my family. She doesn't like to burden people, so she denies company but she needs to find a companion and you happen to be the first Hashira to notice her."

Those were the words that rang in Giyu's ear now. But the question was, how was he supposed to be around you if you were like him?

Even he knew how hard it was to be around himself so how much harder would it be to be around you, especially if you didn't want anyone around you to begin with?

It's not like it was going to stop him... Whether the master had told him to talk to you didn't matter, he would have done it anyway.

"Hello..." Giyu greeted you, feeling uneasy as he approached you.

Your head perked up at the voice, recognizing that the sound was familiar before you saw his face.

Giyu Tomioka, The Water Pillar Hashira. You were pretty sure that he would have forgotten you in due time, but instead he had decided to remember to talk to you again.

All he did in that moment was stand in front of you like a lost dog.

It was almost cute.

Maybe you could afford to indulge him.

"Hi." You finally replied, watching as Giyu decided to sit next to you under the tree.

Giyu seemed nervous, like he didn't want to make a bad impression. At the same time though, he looked like he might smack you if you insulted him.

What a strange look to such a young man.

"... Is your day going well?" He asked, looking ahead of him as he controlled his breathing. He didn't like how strange he felt, he wasn't sure if it was from your breathing technique or from him being so nervous, but he wanted it to stop.

"My day was fine... How about yours?"

"Good... My day was good." Giyu continued, not really sure what else to say.

This was a good way to start a conversation, right?

"Good, that's nice."

"... Your hair looks nice."

He's being very gentlemanly he thinks, that is a good thing when talking to women, right?

"... Thank you..."

"You're welcome."

He doesn't know what to do! Damn it! You weren't making this easy for him, you felt like such a kind and gentle person and he didn't understand you.

Why wouldn't you want to be seen when you look like this? Saying you were pretty was an understatement, you looked so surreal, as if you were from a dream. He can hear in your voice that if he were to have a deep conversation with you, your words would be eloquent.

It would be a treasure just to be considered someone of thought in your mind.

People had their choices, he respected that, however he wanted to get to know you without feeling like he was being so pushy.

"Why are you like this?" Giyu blurted out, finally looking at you with a straight face only to receive a confused glare from you.

"Pardon?"

Oh shit.

"Sorry, I just mean... Well..." Giyu mumbled, trying to find the right words to use. "... Why do you hide yourself from everyone else?"

"... Oh." Was all you said, not answering his question for some time before looking up at the sky.

"I don't... I don't like to cry."

Now you've just confused him even more than before. What would crying have to do with refusing to interact with people? Even with him, he didn't completely disappear.

"... Cry? What do you mean?" He asked, keeping his gaze on your face.

You look so wonderful to him and he wonders how he hadn't seen you before, even with your breathing technique.

"I don't want to get too close to people and have them die because I wasn't strong enough." You start, hoping he would understand. "I don't want anyone to have to cry when I die either. Death only brings pain and familiarity breeds contempt."

"... So you would rather have someone not know you existed than to mourn your death?" Giyu added, noting how much more quiet it got in your company. He had thought about stuff like this before, but clearly you thought about it all the time.

"Yes, I don't like to cry."

For quite some time, the two of you stay quiet, sitting under the tree and enjoying the silence... Well, you were enjoying the silence, Giyu was about to give himself a hernia from thinking too much.

As much as Giyu had taken a liking to you in such a short amount of time, he couldn't decide whether or not to label you as a psycho, a depressed person, or just a hermit.

You were willing to disappear to save yourself pain from others, as if you weren't even alive to begin with. And yet, he didn't understand why you would avoid the inevitable.

"Do you not have anyone?" Giyu spoke again.

"I have our master..." You comment, softly smiling at the thought since the man was someone who had allowed you to be her today. Kagaya was like a father to you.

"Anyone else?"

"... I suppose not."

Giyu stayed quiet again, thinking of something before sighing and standing up.

"Let me then."

"What?" You probed, confused at what he said.

"Let me be that other person."

You watched him as he stood his ground, clearly serious about what he said. He wanted to be around you, to make sure you were okay and he could care less whether it was for selfish reasons that he chose to ask.

"Why? You don't know me."

"I want to know you... Here."

Giyu pulls out a few... Questionable things from his mismatched haori, he seemed to be looking for something specific and it was making you slightly nervous since he shouldn't really be carrying a bunch of rope.

Why did he have that much rope?

Finally he pulls out a small ribbon and starts tying it around his wrist. Why? You have no damn clue.

"Whenever you enter a room that I'm in, you should pull on this, that way I know you're there." He starts, grabbing his other items, including the rope and placing them back in his haori.

"... I... Won't do that, why would I do that?" You continued to argue, scratching the back of your head in slight annoyance. You didn't want him to try so hard, otherwise he wouldn't forget about you.

"Because I want to know when you're around me, so I can be your acquaintance."

"You don't have to worry, I don't feel lonely or anything like that."

"That's fine, I just want to know when you're around."

This stubborn male, his attitude was irking you.

"But-"

"I insist... I will not try to force you to be different in the way you hide yourself, but I won't make you cry, I would like to at least be a companion for you to talk to."

For some reason his words made you feel warm, like he truly meant them. You didn't know why he wanted that, but it was sweet. Just scary at the same time. You weren't sure if you liked it or not but as far as you were concerned, this was something that you shouldn't allow.

After all, he might die and then you might end up crying. Or the other way around... You don't want him to cry because of you.

Then again... Maybe you could afford to indulge him a little bit longer.

What's the harm in that when he would eventually forget you anyway?

"Okay." You quietly sighed, showing that you gave up.

"Alright then." Giyu simply nodded.

And so, this went on for months, you pulling on that stupid little ribbon like he asked you to so that he would know you were there. The two of you have now become acquainted and maybe even close to friends. However you don't know what to do now.

You taught him things about yourself, your breathing technique and the way you fought while Giyu taught you about his own and even a bit of his past.

You felt stupid and you didn't like the unfamiliar feeling of getting so close to someone like you have with Giyu. You didn't like the feeling you had when you thought about him.

You didn't like it, in fact, you could say that you hated it. You hated it so much. And yet, you liked it at the same time.

It just scared you, because if you truly liked being around him, being this close to him, that would mean that you liked him.

He was supposed to forget you, but he didn't. Unfortunately for him, you just ended up coming on his mind more often than anyone else.

For him the thought was fortunate.

Eventually you got used to it... Kinda, even felt more comfortable about talking to him in general.

Eventually he didn't even need you to pull the ribbon for him to know you were in the room. But he still wore the tiny cloth. A stupid piece of fabric that made your heart flutter every time you saw it.

You still didn't like it and yet you felt very special to have someone like Giyu care enough about wanting to know you.

One thing that was for certain, Giyu was having a much harder time coming to terms with this than you were, you thought that you were the one having a hard time? Giyu's about to die.

He's always gentle and soft-spoken around you, yet his hands get all sweaty and he finds himself clamming up. He doesn't remember feeling this way around you before, he just remembers being nervous, not sweaty and lightheaded.

He doesn't remember getting vivid fascinations of you in his mind.

He even thought Shinobu might have accidentally overdosed on him the last time he did a psych eval, he was in absolute distress. He loved being around you, but he's so timid at the same time. He can't help but act differently around you than the other Hashira. He wanted to desperately kiss you and he had never wanted to kiss anyone in his life before.

It was almost as if he had a crush on you, like Mitsuri had talked about with people of the past. But there was no way to determine that, even with all the scrolls he read on the topic in hopes to explain what he was feeling.

He didn't like his chest tightening and his face brightening up. Most of the Hashira could even see the change in Giyu, how he looked more content, even with his neutral face.

What made it worse was the thoughts he had about you. His frantic fantasies about you being closer to him, being with him in ways he wouldn't dare utter aloud.

He had tried to talk to Kagaya about it, but he had just dismissed him with a laugh, saying that he would get used to it over time and that it was an experience to try and keep.

Giyu had to make it worse by being bold one day and kissing your cheek after you had come back from the Swordsmith village. It was the week before he had left for his mission, the week before his midlife crisis if you will.

His feelings for you made him want to hide in a corner for the rest of his life. This is why no one likes him, he's sure, he's a creep and thinks things that he shouldn't about other women... Then again, he's never thought about it with another woman besides you, but still.

Everyone spoke of him being a lonely weirdo that wouldn't find anyone, but maybe he would.

Mitsuri, Rengoku and Uzui have been sure that he's in love, they've even started trying to figure out who it was. Sanemi and Obanai just think he's high, and Shinobu has been poking fun at him for a little too long, either way though, he doesn't care.

He likes it, he's sure that he'll eventually like this feeling. Because he likes you, so much. Maybe too much

At the same time, he doesn't like this, it scares him because that would mean that he has fallen for you. He's fallen for you, and hard.

He likes you, no, loves you.

The only problem was the fact that you didn't want to be emotional, he knew that and he didn't want to cause you pain if anything were to happen to him.

Yet, he couldn't help himself when he wanted to be around you. It made him feel alive and he wasn't sure what to do.

So that's how he wakes up. In fear of the fact that he almost died on a mission. The impending love he has for you is about to explode in his chest, and his injuries weren't helping either.

All he knew is that he had to get to you, he had to tell you everything, had to be honest. Whether or not he ruined the relationship, whether or not you felt the same, even if he wasn't fully healed yet.

He was quick, barley fighting against the Kakushi the begged him to stay in bed. He just needed to get out of the butterfly mansion, not caring if he would hurt himself more.

Aoi tried to stop him, he wasn't trying to be rude. He even scared Shinobu when she watched him walk out of the mansion. She tried to tell him to rest but if she was being honest, there was no real point in trying when he was moving so fast.

When Giyu finally found you, you were standing outside and looking at the red, cloud-filled sunset, he wore a small smile, but even that couldn't mask the weariness that showed on his face.

Despite how tired he was, he wanted to see you first, before even allowing himself to rest. He wouldn't rest, not yet.

His feelings for you were so strong that even the exhaustion and pain he was experiencing wouldn't stand in the way of confirming something that he desperately needed to know.

"Giyu? Aren't you supposed to be at the butterfly mansion?" You questioned in surprise as you watched him walk towards him. You were nervous because here he was, trying to walk around outside like a normal person.

Not that Giyu wasn't strong, he was, and you loved seeing him when he was around.

You had listened to a conversation that Gyomei was having with Muichiro. He was saying that Giyu was going to be taken to the butterfly mansion for healing even though he could still stand and walk around when the clean up crew found him.

Giyu was taken back by your concern, but he quickly hid it behind his usual calm demeanor. It seemed out of character for him to show any kind of vulnerability. Not that he wasn't going to show it eventually.

"I was at the butterfly mansion, but I wanted to see you first, and check on you. How have you been? Are you doing alright?" Giyu inquired, hoping to see some sign of affection from you.

"... I'm fine, thank you." You chuckled, a small smile gracing your face. You were flattered that he wanted to check on you to make sure that you were okay, it was just funny that he was the one that almost died.

"You shouldn't be walking around like this when you're injured." You continued, standing still for a moment before looking at his hand.

Hesitantly, you touch his hand. Your fingers gently swiping across his palm before moving to his fingers.

His face heats up immediately and once again, his brain is going into overdrive. Thinking of things it definitely shouldn't have been thinking about and plaguing him with even more bittersweet longing.

Giyu didn't expect you to be so gentle with him, yet he welcomed the gesture. He always kept others at arm's length, but with you, he couldn't help but find himself comfortable enough to be touched.

That’s probably why he suddenly got all hard.

"I'm okay, it's really nothing." Giyu softly whispered, trying to downplay it "I'm just glad you're alright too."

You nodded your head, not looking at him and keeping your gaze focused on his hand. You knew that he was lying and not only was he injured, he was so stressed out that you could feel it in his hands and arms.

"You must be tired." Was all you said as you started to massage his fingers and then slowly up his arm. You felt bad for him since he looked so tired and the fact that he wanted to see you in this state was almost romantic. It was definitely cute.

Giyu's pride wouldn't allow him to accept any help normally, but he also knew that deep down he needed this. As you continued to massage his hands and arm, he found himself wanting to return the gesture.

When he finally looked at you, he found it hard to speak. The expression on your face made him feel butterflies in his stomach. In that moment, he could only think of how lucky he was to know such a woman like you.

He simply pulled you closer, halting your movement of trying to release tension from his hand. He was glad, relieved that you slipped up on your breathing technique. Otherwise he still wouldn't know you.

"I don't feel so tired anymore." He mumbled under his breath, not having a clue on what to do. This must have all been from instinct because he had no experience in this.

"No? Why not?" You lightly laughed, allowing him to pull you closer. Whether it was an attempt for a hug or something more you didn't know, but you felt comfortable.

Although you had a feeling he was trying to initiate something.

"Because, I think... I think that I want to be yours." Giyu answered, pulling you even closer, his face being mere inches away from yours.

He was going to love you forever, he's sure. And right now, he was waiting for the perfect moment to kiss you until you got tired of it and told him to stop. At least, in his mind it seemed like a good idea, it may have just been from your physical touch, but he's absolutely sure he loves you.

"... Want to be mine?" You ask as he slowly buried his head in the crook of your neck.

You felt strange, you felt more than strange. You and Giyu both had been courting in a way, and it was quite obvious that the two of you liked each other if anyone paid attention. Even so, you didn't really know what to do.

Giyu hugged you tighter before answering you, his words mixed with a soft chuckle of affection.

"Yeah... Well, I also want you to be mine." He admitted.

"... You should rest-"

"I'll rest later, it can wait."

You both had been so busy with Hashira work, beating around the bush to the point that this obvious romance that was brewing had been pushed to the side. Now that Giyu found some courage, it was time that you both dealt with this. He wasn't going to let you go without at least talking to you about how he felt.

"I was worried I wouldn't make it back... I was... I was so scared" Giyu confessed, his head still resting on your shoulder. "But I... I like you very much, I think... That I might even love you. So I wanted to come back to tell you that."

"... You... Do you really love me?" You pressed, wanting to hear him say it again. Maybe you should have paid more attention to your mother when she said that you'll experience a love like this.

"Yes, I... I love you more than anything, and I was scared of leaving without you knowing that. I don't know why, but I thought of you and I... I didn't know what to do, I know I love you."

"... I love you too." You reply with a small but warm smile, placing your hand on top of his head as Giyu kisses your cheek. "I missed you, I was hoping that you would be okay so that I could see you again. Maybe I should have said this to you sooner."

This confession was intimate, Giyu couldn't handle not kissing you anymore.

Looking up at you with eyes that were full of adoration, he moved his lips against yours. Giyu's hand moved behind your head, his thumb slowly caressing your cheek.

He was sure that he loved you, it couldn't be just lust because if it was, he wouldn't have thought about you when he almost encountered his death bed.

"Thank you for always being there for me." Giyu whispered. He was losing himself in a moment that he had never felt before, it felt like a joke that was meant to be cruel but turned out perfect.

"You're welcome." You mumbled, letting Giyu kiss your forehead before giving you a small kiss on your nose.

Heck, he could marry you right now and he wouldn't mind. In fact, he would love that.

You leaned in, kissing him and not knowing where to put your hands before finally deciding to let them hold onto Giyu's haori

Giyu had no time to feel lightheaded and embarrassed, he wasn't prepared but he wasn't going to hold off.

He loved you, and he knew that. He also knew that you must have loved him back. You wouldn't have kissed him back if you didn't. The two of you weren't strangers, acquaintances, or friends anymore.

He would be so happy if you would care to be his lover. Maybe in the future, his wife.

━━━━°⌜✧⌟°━━━━

"Next time we'll be prepared, I'm sure since-" Tanjiro rambled on.

Until he immediately stopped dead in his tracks, his gaze reaching a sight he wasn't expecting to see, Giyu and a woman he did not recognize.

It was surprising, but somehow it made perfect sense. Tanjiro couldn't help but smile at the lovingness that Giyu seemed to show the female, no wonder Tanjiro smelled something different about him last week.

Now, Tanjiro would have left to give them privacy if he hadn't been walking with both Zenitsu and Genya.

"Who is that?" Zenitsu purposefully glared at Giyu, gazing at the sight while trying his absolute best not to gush at how romantic it was at the same time.

"Does it matter!? Let's just go!" Genya stuttered, teenage hormonal embarrassment kicking in immediately.

"Shh! Don't yell Genya!"

"It seems like a demon slayer has caught the attention of a Water Hashira." Zenitsu grumbled. "How annoying, and she's so pretty too! Why do all the Hashira get the perfect girls!?"

"... At least he doesn't have three?" Tanjiro shrugged, referring to everyone's lovely sound Hashira.

"Jeez, can we go now!?" Genya complained.

"Come on Genya, have some fun!"

"Shh! Stop yelling, they're gonna hear us!" Tanjiro grimaced, ducking under a bush when they got too loud.

The trio was silent, almost certain they heard but surprised when nothing seemed to happen.

"... Alright, sightseeing over, so let's give them some privacy." Tanjiro comments, chuckling as the three of them walk off.

Tanjiro was apparently wrong about Giyu, along with everyone else. It seemed like he wouldn't be alone for the rest of his life, and Tanjiro could say that he was happy for him.

Giyu had a lover.

#giyuu tomioka #kny giyuu #demon slayer giyuu #kimetsu giyuu #giyuu x reader #tomioka giyuu #character x reader #character x you #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #demon slayer #female reader #water hashira

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neiptune · 2 months ago

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hi hello! :>

your Christmas event sounds so effing-ly cute! if I may, I'd love to order Tanjiro from Demon Slayer + Fruitcake for @kweenkatsu-fic, in combination with No. 17 "Come sit by the fireplace, it's getting cold" from the prompts list, pretty please :> thank you! \^o^/

tanjiro kamado x come sit by the fireplace, it's getting cold

“Welcome home, my love”, Tanjiro smiles warmly as soon as you get through the front door, snowflakes melting on your burgundy scarf. When he gets to be home, his favorite part of the day is the moment you’re back.

“Missed you”, it’s a faint whisper against his chest as his arms wrap tightly around your frame, lips pressing softly to your forehead.

“What’s wrong?”.

You shut your eyes for a moment. Long ago, when your relationship was new enough for delicate feelings to be tiptoed around in fear of annoying the other, you’d hide from him. Tanjiro has always been far too good at telling when those who are dear to him are experiencing any kind of discomfort and he had to learn how to be respectful of boundaries in addressing his immediate concerns.

You’d feel overwhelmed, sometimes ashamed, burdensome. He’s learned to give you the space you need, for when you needed it the most his were the arms you’d seek anyway.

But now? You’re an open book for each other, the trust and love you once looked at with a deep desire harbored in your heart, welcomes you home every single time.

“I’m okay”.

He hums. It’s not the reassurance he needs.

“I know”, Tanjiro gently takes your face in his calloused palms, “you just smell… tired. Are you getting sick?”.

You chuckle because there is a weird sting to your throat, although you doubt it’s gonna turn into a cold or anything. And while it’s nice to be taken care of, you wish for Tanjiro to let others look after him more this holiday season.

“I have something for you”, he furrows his brows at that.

“You do?”.

“I do!”, you grin, “give me five minutes, I’ll brew some tea”.

“Let me do that. Come sit by the fireplace, it’s getting cold”, Tanjiro kisses your dissent away and you roll your eyes with fondness. There really is no changing him.

By the time he’s back, you’re already curled up cozy and comfortable by the fire. He chuckles when your grabby hands eagerly demand he passes your favorite mug. Of course there’s a little piece of ginger in your black tea, a reminder of his quiet concern. Your heart swells in your chest and, when Tanjiro joins you, you gently take one of his hands and press a sweet kiss to his wrist.

He playfully narrows those beautiful eyes at you.

“Now your scent is… excited? I know the tea I make is good but I didn’t think you loved it this much”.

You lightly nudge his shoulder with yours, an amused smile tugging at your lips.

“Hush now. Close your eyes”.

Tanjiro complies immediately, the ghost of a grin still teasing the gentle curve of his mouth. You delicately take the mug from his hand and place it on the small coffee table, next to yours. Then, as the snow keeps falling quietly outside, you guide his hands over the box no longer hidden behind your back.

“Can I look?”, he murmurs, genuinely interested in whatever it is his fingers are exploring.

Upon your permission, Tanjiro opens his eyes. He glances at you before opening the box, an encouraging nod all the confirmation he needs to lift the lid.

Your lover’s hands never shake: they’re reliable, solid. But when he unfolds the haori, for the first time in years Tanjiro feels a weird numbness crawling from his wrists all the way to the tip of his fingers.

“This…”, he clears his throat, incredulous, “this is from Kumotori”.

The observation makes you smile.

“Yeah. I had it made for you. See? It’s your village”, your fingers travel along the intricate patterns, “the woods you’d explore as a kid, the trees. This is your house, Nezuko helped me describe it to the artisan who crafted it”. You hesitate, then gently close your fingers on one of his hands, to keep it steady. Tanjiro tries to blink away a few tears as he lifts his limpid gaze to yours.

“It’s for when you miss them. I figured you could wear it and feel them close”.

His breath is shaky as he exhales.

“Help me put it on?”.

“Of course”.

And so you do, wait until he has his wrists and hands in the armholes to gently slide the haori up his arms. Tanjiro doesn’t let your hands withdraw, instead he forces your arms further around his body, knuckles pressed to his warm lips.

“It’s beautiful”, he whispers, “Thank you. I love you”.

You gently rest your chin on his shoulder and keep him close, back pressed to your chest. You’d give him entire worlds if you could, planets and galaxies, to prove that you simply love him more. But you know he’ll disagree with the statement so, as always, you settle for just a tad less.

“I love you too”.

thank you for your kindness and for trusting my writing this holiday season! hey @kweenkatsuki-fics, meet your secret santa!🎄

#tanjiro x reader #tanjiro x you #kamado tanjiro x reader #holiday servings event

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proneterror204 · 8 months ago

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Danny Phantom DND Prompt

Maddie Nightingale. Species; High elf. Class; blood hunter order of the ghost slayer/ Artificer Alchemist.

She isnt married but has sworn a lifelong partnership with Jack FenTON. She has no children of her own due to her class but has adopted 2 for herself and her partner.

Jack FenTON. Species; Goliath. Class; Artillerist Artificer

The sworn life partner of Maddie Nightingale. A big strong oaf with a talent for machinery but not for people. Loves his partner, loves his kids, loves making things go BOOM! no, thats not a typo. thats how you spell his name, he swears!

Jassmine Nightingale. Species; High elf. Class; Wizard order of scribes.

Originally the daughter of Maddie's sister, but taken in by Maddie because she was a barbarian berserker and was unfit to raise a child. Jazz strives for perfection and aims to be the best wizard in the land and earn the title Arch-Mage. She loves and supports her brother. She sometimes feels she has to be more of an adult because of her parents.

Daniel Fenton-Nightingale. Species; Snow elf. Class; Shadow Sorcerer/ Wizard school of Necromancy

As a baby, Danny was saved by Maddie and Jack from a ritual of the Death cult of the Ghost King. They couldn't find his home as snow elves were thought as myths and decided to adopt him as their own. Danny loves the cold and spells that use cold and the aftereffects of the ritual have given him incredible talent in necomancy. Danny has a Shadow Hound called Cujo.

Tucker Duulaman Foley. Species; Human. Class; Artificer.

Tucker is Danny's best friend and artificer apprentice to his parents. He tries very hard to learn from Jack and Maddie despite their difficult teaching techniques. He might like technology alittle to much.

Sammanthia Manson. Species; Half-Elf High elf heritage. Class; Nature Cleric/ College of Elloquence Bard

Sam is a half-elf born from her fathers dalliances. Her step-mother is dissaproving of her half elf nature and tries very hard to make Sam act like a "True Elf', forcing her into the college of Elloquence at a young age despite her love for nature. Sam dreams of being a druid and ran off after hearing of a arranged marriage with another elf to "clean the bloodline". She runs into the forest hoping to find a druid conclave. After weeks in the forest she becomes a Nature cleric after a run-in with a nature god and is lead to run face first into Danny and his family. Danny is the prettiest elf she's ever seen, but she'll never tell him that.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #writing prompt #dnd character #dnd #dnd ideas #dungeons and dragons #sam manson #tucker foley #jazz fenton #maddie fenton #jack fenton #fanfiction ideas

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haykawas · 1 year ago

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what i think would be their go to halloween activities — ft. satoru, suguru, choso.

gojo satoru – trick-or treating & urbex.

trick-or-treating is satoru’s favorite, and it’s quickly become yours as well, though it hasn’t always been this way. of course, you love this holiday. however, you used to think adults should stick to parties at most, and never expected to indulge in such activities past your eighteenth birthday.

but it’s to be expected when you hang around the gojo satoru, because that man just doesn’t care. he’s never felt shame once in his life, does what he wants whenever he wants. he likes to show up in the most ridiculous costumes, too, and you often have to take a break to laugh it all out before you begin trick-or-treating. and he loves the sound of your laugh, he adores it – and some might say your smile is the only reason he tries so hard to come up with the most unhinged fits every year.

and it’s not surprising he loves this holiday so much. you know satoru has a sweet tooth, everyone does. and you do too. so, of course, once you’re done with your little escapades, you get back to his and immediately sit on his living room floor to sort out all the candy you’ve managed to gather, throwing out the bad ones and exchanging a few.

one thing about satoru is that even though he doesn’t say it, one of his love languages is act of services. you’re not surprised when he tosses a candy to you, complaining about how he hates this one while you catch it with sparkling eyes, because of course, it’s your favorite – and while he’ll never tell you, it’s his too.

another thing you love to do together is explore abandoned places. since you’re both a little crazy, you follow him in his antics quite easily, and it often seems like you two have one brain for two. before you go out, you both spend hours searching for the perfect spots, weighing the pros and cons of every location and going over the creepy stories of every one of them.

of course, you get to play cameraman, while satoru stands before the lens. you both love to pretend like you’re ghost slayers filming a documentary, and it’s sometimes hard to focus when he makes your sides hurt from the things he comes up with. you fool around and scare each other, and although he’ll never admit it, he’s almost shit himself more than once – because, to his dismay, you might be a little too good at scaring the shit out of him. yet he secretly loves it, the smirk you’re sporting when you manage to make him jump. and maybe it’s the quiet of the night, the soft glow of the moon that illuminates your features ô so beautifully, or even the curve of your lips that his eyes try to not focus on that prompts this sentiment, but he feels a bit funny looking at you that night.

geto suguru – making costumes.

making halloween costumes with suguru is always so much fun. you visit plenty of stores together, and you both have this little tradition that takes the form of a contest where you have to find the most hideous pieces of the store and put them together in order to create the worst fit ever. the downside? the loser has to walk around town wearing the winning costume. and one thing about suguru is he doesn’t play to lose, to your dismay. the bright side is that you always get to remind him of the one time he put together something so awful he managed to startle an old woman so badly she fell over, knocking down an entire aisle. he then spent the next thirty minutes apologizing profusely while you failed to hold back you giggles, his eyes sending daggers at you at the same time.

another thing about suguru is that he loves to help you get ready. yes, this man is an absolute gem. he knows how to do hair beautifully, as he’s used to taking care of his, so you let him handle yours very often. he’s very gentle with it, his slender fingers gliding through your locks as he thinks about the style that would fit you the most.

he helps with your makeup too, and takes it very seriously. he’s deeply focused as he doesn’t want to screw it up, his brows are furrowed in concentration and his lips twisted into a little pout as he applies your mascara. of course, you can’t help but avert your eyes. his gaze is always so intense, it just throws you off balance, but he doesn’t let you do so. instead, he takes your chin between two fingers, his tone firm as he tells you to ‘keep your eyes on him’ while he continues to work on your eyelids. oh, and next up are your lips.

kamo choso – pumpkin carving.

pumpkin carving with choso is so domestic. he invites you over because he knows you love manual crafts. you’re not good, granted, but you love it nonetheless. and it’s not just you two! yuuji’s there too, and the three of you first head out to visit the farmer’s market. there, choso tells you how to choose the perfect pumpkin, and you listen to him intently, your gaze soft as he loses himself in details – you don’t want to cut him off and tell him you’ve actually learned all about it before you came, the way he’s so passionate about the subject making your heart jump in your chest.

he flushes red in embarrassment when he realizes he’s been rambling, asking why you haven’t interrupted his monologue as you shrug, feigning indifference. and yuuji smiles knowingly, snickering because his brother can be so oblivious sometimes.

and once you finally get to it, knives in hand, he can’t help but hover over you, worried that you’ll cut yourself — and he’s right to, really, with the careless way you hold the knife. so he stands behind you, his hand on yours as he guides you, showing you the safe way to proceed and giving you advice on the best way to shape your monster’s features. he chuckles with pride when you look up at him with a happy grin on your lips after you’ve managed to finish a pumpkin without losing a hand and praises you. he’s so supportive it hurts your cheeks from smiling too much, but you don’t tell him you know he’s just being nice, because you might’ve just carved the most horrendous pumpkin ever known to man.

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moa-broke-me · 1 year ago

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PJO characters as gods:

So there was a post going around about the idea of PJO characters being treated as gods in a thousand years or so, and I like the idea, but some of the godly placements felt a little off to me LOL, so I decided to make my own pantheon. (not sure how to order these, lol)

Percy: God of the ocean and all its creatures, of water in general, hurricanes, earthquakes, cities, family, and horses. Titles: The savior of Olympus, the good son, the loyal husband, retriever of the bolt, king of the gods. Sacred items: Stuffed animals, particularly bears (panda pillow pet), any item colored blue, but especially food, like candy or cookies, bull horns, and pens. Sacred animals: All marine life, the black pegasus, the black dog, and the ophiotaurus.

Annabeth: Goddess of war, strategy, intelligence, wisdom, practical knowledge, civilization and the building of houses, the study of history, and the mind. Titles: The general, the architect, favored child of Athena, queen of the gods. Sacred items: Knives, rings, clay beads, coral, silver, and popcorn. Sacred animal: The owl.

Clarisse: Goddess of war, revenge, anger fueled by love, triage and midwifery. Titles: The eager soldier, slayer of the drakon, retriever of the golden fleece. Sacred items: Spears and weapons in general, wool/fleece, and chariots. Sacred animal: The boar. Often depicted bloodstained, charging into battle without armor.

Frank: God of war, animals, change, the transition from boyhood to manhood, of the duality between strength and gentleness. Titles: The reluctant soldier, the changeling lord, the young praetor. Sacred items: Bows and arrows, playing cards (mythomagic), charred wood, and a silver medallion on a red string (the canadian sacrifice medal) Sacred animals: The bear and the bee, both the most common depictions of him as an animal.

Reyna: Goddess of war, patriotism, fidelity, independence, leadership, strength, sorority, and resilience. Titles: The shield, the politician, guardian of Athena (bc the athena parthenos). Sacred items: Cloaks, gold, silver, and oat cakes (oatmeal cream pies). Sacred animal: The hound. Often depicted either shielding a little boy with her cloak or braiding hair with her older sister.

Hazel: Goddess of jewels, caves, broken curses, witchcraft and the mist, art, death and escape thereof. Titles: The princess of the underworld, the queen of magick, the illusionist, the dead girl who rose again. Sacred items: Schist (because... obviously), pencils and oil pastels, gold, shrimp stew (because gumbo), Tarot cards, and caramel candy. Sacred animals: The horse, the stoat, and the black cat. Often depicted either drawing or riding horseback, usually with her older brother, but sometimes alone or accompanied by her husband or one of her friends.

Nico: God of darkness and shadows, death, decay, loss, longing, love of all kinds, language, diplomacy and forgiveness, insomniacs, immigrants and orphans, mourners and outcasts, and sewing. Titles: The bereaved, king of the underworld, the ghost king, the romantic, deliverer of Athena (again, the statue, not the actual goddess). Sacred items: Playing cards (mythomagic), soft suede leather, fried bits of chicken (mcnuggets), sewing supplies, oat cakes (again, oatmeal cream pies), Posca (not the pen; the drink. it's like an ancient roman gatorade), pomegranates, anything colored green or black, and memento mori rings. Sacred animals: The bat, cerberus, unicorns (because unicorn draught), all stray animals, and any animals or insects that feed on carrion. Commonly depicted either weeping or accompanying his little sister or husband. (@yonemurishiroku you're gonna love this one)

Bianca: Minor goddess of death, darkness, rebirth and reincarnation, sisterhood, and the hunt. Titles: The broken promise, thief of the forge, slayer of Talos. Sacred items: a carved statuette of her father, and a bow and arrow. Sacred animals: None. Most often depicted climbing onto the back of Talos, or comforting/bickering with her little brother.

Will: God of medicine, light, summer, and the sun. Title: The healer, the sun. Sacred items: Candy bars, medical equipment, lamps, summer fruits, and anything colored yellow. Sacred animal: The cat.

Thalia: Goddess of lightning and storms, maidenhood, the moon, the night sky, wilderness and the hunt. Titles: Queen of the skies, the hunter, guardian of sanctuary. Sacred items: Leather, golden fleece, the severed heads of dolls (bc of the 'barbie is dead tshirt), and pine trees. Sacred animal: The black eagle. Commonly depicted dressed in black and silver, behind a shield emblazoned with a terrifying face.

Jason: God of clear skies and wind, daylight, law, leadership and fatherhood, heroic sacrifice, child soldiers and the military. Titles: Prince of the skies, the retired praetor, the golden boy. Sacred items: Eyeglasses, dense chocolate cakes (brownies), peaches, swords, silver wire (staples), bricks, and feathers. Sacred animal: The wolf. Often depicted with a spear lodged in his back.

Piper: Goddess of love, the heart, beauty in all its forms, charisma, music, wealth, and fame. Titles: Beauty queen, the snake charmer, the dove, the silver tongue. Sacred items: Knives, jewelry, anything colored in pink or light purple. Sacred animals: The dove.

Silena: Minor goddess of love, specifically first love, regret, noble sacrifice, grieving widows, and disguise. Titles: The young lover, the spy, the bleeding heart. Sacred item: Armor. Sacred animal: None. Often depicted wearing armor while lying on her back, bleeding.

Drew: Minor goddess of beauty and adolescence. Title: The betrayed. Sacred items: Seashells, seafoam, cosmetics, perfume, and really anything with a strong, pleasant scent, like herbs, flowers, or incense. Sacred animals: None. (side note, I made up most of this just because canon gave us Literally Nothing)

Leo: God of fire and the forge, machines, invention, humor, cookery, and runaway children. Titles: The engineer, the orphan, builder of the Argo, the forge, the devil, and the trickster. Sacred items: Tools, oil, cinnamon, cooking utensils, and bronze. Sacred animal: The dragon.

Charles: Minor god of the forge, blacksmithery, and fallen soldiers. Title: Courage of the gods, the young lover. Sacred items: Canned fruit, promise rings, and green fire. Sacred animals: None.

Tyson: Minor god of blacksmiths and the ocean, specifically underwater volcanoes. Titles: General of the Cyclopes, the rising mountain, brother of Percy. Sacred items: Peanuts (because peanut butter), shields, watches and clocks (because of that watch that becomes a shield that he made for Percy), ships, and canons. Sacred animals: None.

Grover: God of animals, nature, wilderness, music, empathy and emotional sensitivity, and the young. Titles; The protector, the searcher. Sacred items: Pan flutes, walking sticks (those crutches he used to blend in), flowers, cheese (bc of the enchiladas), apples, and any kind of plant life. Sacred animal: The goat. Often depicted as half-goat-half-human, sometimes wearing a wedding dress.

Rachel: Goddess of wealth, youth, rebellion, nature, art, hedonism and impulse, and prophecy. Sacred items: Hairbrushes, art, and art supplies. Sacred animal: The yellow bellied armadillo.

Sally: Goddess of the hearth, motherhood, writing and literature, women, and survivors of abuse. Titles: The sculptor, the author, the victor, the good mother, queen among women. Sacred items: food, especially the blue kind, and books. Sacred animal: The snake. Often depicted either holding a little boy behind her or holding up the head of medusa.

If there's any character you want me to do next, please tell me!

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