#plus i got his slayer skin now

[scatmaan]

i will say storming moonrise towers with just 4 lunatics is hilarious

[drluvsick]

Hello mate, how are you doing?

So, I've been following you for a while, and I couldn't help but notice your latest post, soooo, I have a request for you~~

You can ignore it if you don't want to do it, don't want to bother you :'D

So, it's a Muichiro (the Sweetest) x reader, that Reader always had a long hair, and they always treasure it, like alot, never letting people touch it, only Mui of. But one day, they just show up with a hair cut, and Mui is like "???", when he asks why they did it, they just say " oh, a demon cut it, so I thought it would be nice make a new hair cut "

Sorry about my poor english, I'm better at speaking ;-;

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 (𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊) — 𝐦𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐨

muichiro loved your long hair. he loved the trust you gave him as you only allowed him to touch it. so imagine his surprise when you come back to him with a totally new haircut and some new insecurities. 📝 f! reader in mind; small hurt/comfort! this ask is adorable, don’t worry, your english is fine! :] NOT PROOFREAD

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“thanks for volunteering to soothe the knots…” you kept your position as still as you could manage, muichiro behind you as he ran his fingers through your hair.

“you always do this for me,” muichiro pointed out, “it’s only fair that i repay you for that.”

you could practically feel his soft smile against your skin, the close proximity making butterflies swerve through your stomach and clouding in your heart. you hummed in contentment.

he continued talking. “plus, i like your hair. it’s…it gives off this sort of…comforting feeling.”

“is that so?” you smiled at his action of trying to form his words into a proper group. “i have to go soon.”

“mission?” you caught the small pout in his voice, although very subtle.

“yep, being sent in to help some mizunotos. it’s always the start of being a slayer that catches you off guard.” you sigh at the memory of your own start.

muichiro sighed for another reason. “just don’t go risking your life for whatever group you’re assigned to assist.”

“no promises, but i’ll try my best,” you got up once you felt muichiro’s fingers leave your hair. you then felt him back hug you.

“stay safe.”

“love you too.”

then he let go and waved you goodbye.

so many emotions swirled through you at once, making a wave of nausea swim through your senses.

relief. you were alive, and so were the people you were sent to protect (still heavily beaten up, but surviving nonetheless).

guilt. you could’ve prevented some of their injuries. but then again, it was a large group.

sadness and anger. after so many years of growing it out, it got snipped in a second. your hair, now cut short into a messy (but manageable) new haircut. you wished you were the one to decide when to have your hair chopped rather than some insignificant third party.

insecurity. would muichiro still love you the same? your hair played a part in your beauty, and you knew that muichiro thought you were beautiful. but that was before, when your hair was still long. what about now? would he still find you as attractive as before?

it was a little stupid, being so caught up in the fact that muichiro may like you less because of your hair. but a small thought still nagged at you, and it stayed until you decided to drop by mitsuri’s place.

you could guess her reaction vividly, and surprise, you were right on the money.

“(y/n)!! oh my gosh, you cut your hair?!” mitsuri screamed, “it was so—!!”

“demon cut it,” you simply replied, “i was busy protecting the others.”

mitsuri’s shocked face turned to one of excitement. “you have to let me style it! short hair’s going to look so pretty on you!!” she gushed, taking your hand and pulling you through the halls into her room for a hair appointment.

you dearly hoped she was right.

you stared at yourself in the mirror. if she ever got to retire from being a hashira, she’d definitely excel in a side career of hair styling.

“you look absolutely gorgeous, (y/n)!!” mitsuri squealed. you smiled and thanked her, turning around as she wrapped you in a bear hug. and then you were sent off to show muichiro.

your mind was swirling as you made steps to his place. he’d probably be training right now, wouldn’t he? after a bit of walking, you found him.

“muichiro!” you called out. you could practically feel his whole demeanor shift from monotone to absolutely shining. he snapped his head your way before evident shock was applied on his face.

“(y/n), what happened to your hair?” he worriedly asked, knowing well enough that you wouldn’t have cut it by yourself.

“demon,” you tried to smile, “it didn’t hurt me much, thankfully.”

he didn’t speak for a few seconds, making you fidget in your spot under his stare.

“it fits you,” he finally said, “your hair, i mean.”

you look at him, your heart picking up pace. “really?”

“yeah,” he smiled, taking your hands and softly kissing your knuckles. your heart melted. “everything fits you.”

you pulled him in, kissing him on the lips. and as he ran his fingers through your now shortened hair, just like how he used to before, you realized that no matter what you looked like coming back to him, he’d always look at you as his one and only.

overluvsick | please do not repost, translate, and/or claim my works as yours !!

[herefortheships]

Why would you say people ship Beetlejuice and Lydia? I’ve been a fan for so long I’m just like “huh…why do we ship it?”

Suddenly remembered I hadn’t answered this, and since I can’t sleep right now I’ll answer it! I meant to earlier and forgot.

I personally ship it because I love the concept of monster x human relationships, and especially when one character (usually the male part of the ship when it’s m/f) in this case this character is Betelgeuse, is dark, powerful, often immortal and even terrifying, (in Betelgeuse’s case also unhinged and absolutely crazy lol), and definitely the least you would expect to EVER fall in love, and yet he does fall in love with this other character who happens to be human, mortal, often quiet and also unlikely to fall in love. These two are the least likely to fall for each other, but they do! Then he starts to show a softer, completely unexpectedly romantic side to him that is reserved only for this woman he loves and no one else. She is both his strength and his weakness all at the same time. He is willing to do everything and anything for her.

Often these two characters are complete opposites and at odds with each other (or even enemies!) and yet they find each other in the middle. There is something they find in the other which cannot be replaced or found in anyone else in the world, and as unexpected and unusual and crazy at it is, before they even know it, their connection is forged in a way where they cannot and will not ever belong or fit in with anyone else. They’ve become a part of each other, even when the odds were against them or might be against them forever because they are intrinsically worlds apart. But love just finds them, and they meet in the middle.

I also love this kind of couple a lot when one of the two realizes their connection before the other, like Beetlejuice just knowing Lydia is *the one*, even if he can’t explain to her how he knows or why. This same scenario happens with Spike in Buffy the Vampire Slayer. At some point he realized she was the one, and she just got under his skin and became an inseparable part of his being.

Although not always, I believe this type of couple also follows the female gaze, since the male character (as I mentioned above it’s often the male character) shows an interest in the emotions of the female part. This is true in Beetlebabes. He isn’t interested only in her body, but also in honoring her emotions and desires (like Betelgeuse honoring Lydia’s wishes to have a more private wedding and respecting her boundaries by not forcing her to kiss him or something like that, plus making an effort at being romantic by serenading her and giving her an absolutely romantic wedding with a magical dance in the air). These interactions that are more romantic than sexual speak to the female gaze.

I think also that Beetlejuice Beetlejuice had several “Universal fantasies” entwined in the Betelgeuse x Lydia relationship that are just irresistible for many romance lovers and when those are present, our minds just inevitably grab on to those fantasies and identity them whether we are aware of them or not. Our mind just goes yep this is a romance and oh boy what a romance this is and before you know it you are obsessed. If you haven’t read about Universal Fantasies in writing, these are basically just more specific tropes that really speak to audiences in a way that hooks them powerfully to a story, and more specifically to romantic stories. This concept is introduced by Theodora Taylor in her book 7 Figure Fiction (which I’m sure many writers know about since it’s pretty popular but I mention it just in case it’s new to someone reading this).

Another reason lots of people love this ship is just aesthetics as well which is also valid. For me this for sure became one of my top three Burton couples.

[nishloves]

𝐒𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐄!

f!reader x kyojuro rengoku // fluff, angst // spoilers ahead! // masterlist

w a r n i n g s (part2) : blood, drinking, mentions of insomnia

w o r d s : 4.5k

chapter 1 | chapter 2 | (ch3-10 coming soon!)

you're sure that all your perfect stars were aligned when you met him.

"A party?" You mumbled, straightening out your now fixed haori as you looked at your kasugai.

"Master Ubuyashiki has prepared a feast for the hashira for their outstanding work!" The crow chirped, opting to sit on your shoulder as you folded your haori, stretching your legs and leaning back on the tatami floor.

"Sorry for yesterday, Karase," you said to your crow as she chirped, which you thought of as an apology accepted.

"I could see this party going down for so many reasons, plus hashiras out of work?" You grumbled to yourself.

"Oyakata sama must have something in his mind."

"Alcohol!"

"There's alcohol present too? Wow, I'm pretty sure we all are going to pass out."

Being demon slayers most of you didn't indulge in any type of alcoholic beverages for most of the year, there were some exceptions but most of you highly refrained from drinking, the party could be fun but you couldn't help feel trepidation, no hashira at work? Not a single one?

"When is the party anyway?"

"In an hour."

"IN AN HOUR!"

Your crow flew off again.

"You aren't very fast! Are you?" You scoffed, you could swear that your kasugai was giggling, even if crows can't really giggle.

You sighed as you fervently rummaged through your closet, should you just wear your uniform? Or would that be too weird? It wasn't as if you didn't have a life outside of the corps! It just... seemed like that.

You rummaged through your seven pairs of uniform and ten pairs of casual clothes, of which several were worn out because you wore them at home... did you really not have a life?

Maybe you should invest your hard earned money on clothes instead of cinnamon.

You looked at the time,

"I'm gonna be late, aren't i?"

You fervently threw on a decent white kimono covered with yellow and red flowers while managing your very very wild hair.

Somehow you got ready in fifteen minutes and stepped out of the house.

"Where is the party, Karase?" You asked your prankster crow as she peered at you.

"The sound hashira's house!"

"You're sure Oyakata sama planned our vacation and not Uzui san?" You asked, your brows furrowed.

"Oyakata sama was the one who planned it, for sure!"

Ren...Rengoku again?

You whipped your head towards the sound of his voice as you saw him laughing, "Hello l/n kun! Are you well now?"

You eyes widened as you noticed his apparel, draped in red kimono, his cloth was full of swirls of golden and yellow leaves with black cuffed sleeves, his hair tamed and collected into a low ponytail as you shamelessly gaped at him.

"Is there something on my face?" he asked, his brows scrunching slightly as he tried to register your expression.

"No- NOT AT ALL," you cried out, mentally slapping yourself for staring at him for too long, "I- I just never saw your hair tied back."

"Oh? Does it look bad?"

You eyes flickered along his golden ones, a smile twitching on your lips as you grinned, "Not at all, you look very cool!"

The tip of his ears and cheeks reddened as he blinked rapidly, did he get you to smile like that?

He should say something, compliment you on how your kimono complimented the undertone of your skin, how your eyes twinkled under the sun rays or rather how neatly your hair was done— but you had turned around, the moment had passed.

"Did Uzui san tell you about the party? You both are rather close," you asked, calming down your nervous and shy jitters as you managed to look ahead at the road, you knew you won't be able to converse with him if you look at him.

"Surprisingly no, I hadn't had a chance to talk to him for weeks," he replied honestly as he looked at your figure leading the way to the said hashira's house.

Rengoku had walked this path many times before, he didn't need any guide or whatsoever, but whatever you were doing was making him happy, so he didn't ask you to slow down.

Walking with you was better, he quite liked your company.

"Were you running late for the party too?"

His face flushed again as he looked away from you for a second; for someone who was known to be very punctual, this tardiness didn't suit him at all.

"I was," he said in a rather soft voice, "Though I was sure I would make it in time if I make a run for it."

You realised he hated calling the cabs.

"Why not call the cab?"

"And waste an opportunity to exercise?"

Or he was just very passionate.

You looked back at him, "Am i slowing you down?" You asked with guilt laced in your voice as you looked forward, "If you want we can still make a run for it, I am a hashira too—"

"No! You already overwork yourself, I am not letting you not rest on a rest day," Rengoku retorted, his strides widening as he easily caught up to you.

"You aren't slowing me down, l/n kun, I feel honoured to walk with you."

Did this guy ever blink?

You smiled slightly, "What's so honorable in walking with me?" You asked, playing with the sleeves of your kimono as Rengoku held your hand to help you cross the road. Your heartbeat fastened, he knew you could easily cross the road, hell you're a hashira! You could easily do any normal thing. But, you being a hashira wasn't an excuse for him to not be gentle with you.

"Shinobu would have chomped your ears off if you had tried to help her," you giggled, causing Rengoku to shiver at his imagination. "she would have," he agreed letting go of your hand,

Hold it again please.

"I'm glad I'm walking with you."

You could only hum and smile at the male bashfully as he grinned at you.

You both were the ones flirting, right?

"You're late."

"Not by much!" You retorted as Uzui grinned at you and Rengoku, not opting to remark on why you both were together.

"Well whatever, alcohol is there," he pointed to the distant corner of his very huge garden, "and food is there."

"Why are food and alcohol so far away?"

"I don't want to handle your drunk asses," he said; you could see his admittedly very pretty wives trying to serve hashiras with refreshments.

"Fair enough," Rengoku said as he walked further, his eyes very very set on the food.

"That was a rare sight," Uzui said, his lips widening into a smirk as you flinched.

"What do you mean?" You asked, being well aware of what he meant.

"You and Rengoku; I thought it was only Mitsuri and Obanai."

"It's not like that!" You retorted as you put your hands in the air, "We just met each other on the way!"

"So you aren't dating?"

"Not a chance," you replied, feeling a little disheartened.

"What a shame," the elder man said, turning to the direction of the party, "You don't look as flamboyant as me but still," he grinned back at you, "You look pretty today."

"Am I ugly otherwise?"

"I did NOT mean that, you just look depraved of food and sleep usually, you've rested well, that's good," he smiled at you as you followed him towards the party, not before noticing Rengoku devouring some type of meat and complimenting one of Uzui's wives (her name was Suma?) for the food.

"Glad that you could make it Y/N-san!"

"Thank you for hosting us, Hinatsuru-san," you smiled at the pretty lady who pushed a glass of sake in front of you, "Have fun!"

You looked around at the scene of the party; Uzui was trying to get Rengoku to slow down; Sanemi and Shinobu were into a deep conversation you had no idea about. Himejima san was snatching alcohol away from Muichiro and passing him an orange juice as Obanai looked at everyone annoyed, while Mitsuri tried to make him smile.

This is the closest to peace you all can have, isn't it?

Your gaze flickered towards the corner of the garden, where the water pillar sat alone with a drink in his hands.

Your heart throbbed, even you weren't that introverted.

You sauntered towards him, trying to keep him a company.

"Giyuu san," you called out, sitting in front of him.

"l/n," he nodded at you, his eyes softer than before.

"What are you doing?" You asked.

"Drinking."

You smiled at him, you knew that he was severely misunderstood, but who wouldn't misunderstand him if he gives them this sort of answer.

"Do you like it here?"

"Sanemi asked me to not be a buzz-kill so I'm sitting here."

You internally cringed as you looked at the wind hashira who was still engrossed in his conversation with Shinobu. He didn't have to be so mean.

"Don't think too much about it, you're fine, Giyuu san."

"I suppose... I should say thankyou."

"Well done!" You grinned at him, suddenly aware of the numerous stares on you both as you paid them no heed; Giyuu was known to be arrogant afterall, but not many of his rumours were true.

"How are you doing? I heard you got wounded," he asked, his eyes on you as you shuffled nervously.

"I wasn't particularly wounded! I was just... Burnt out, too exhausted to move, I didn't have any injury," you said, scratching your nape out of embarrassment.

"Why didn't you visit the butterfly mansion?"

"Well, i didn't see any need for it— it wasn't as if I was wounded and many others had to be treated with more priority," you replied, embarrassed out of your wit's end.

He gave you a disapproving glance, "Urokodaki san wouldn't like that."

"Hey! I sincerely didn't think that I required it!" You retorted as you sneezed, your body accepting the allegations you were trying to deny.

Giyuu passed you his handkerchief.

"Get a check up at the mansion soon, alright?" He said, his gaze averted to the empty glass sitting in front of you both.

You gave him a small smile; you had first met Giyuu three months before his final selection at Urokodaki's hut. He was your senior at the previous Water hashira's house. But, all your ties were cut after you had cultivated your own breathing style. It hurt you to see him being so painfully misunderstood, because you knew that he cared. He cared in his own way.

Yet when you see the Giyuu in front of you and the Giyuu you remember, there's a vast difference.

How could there not be?

You won't pry for his well being though, you don't need to. You suddenly remembered to write to the old man Urokodaki, you would soon.

"I will, Giyuu san," you replied, leaning back on your chair.

"l/n?"

"Yes?"

"What if... you come across a demon that doesn't kill humans?" Giyuu asked, his gaze still fixated on the empty glass.

"What? That's impossible, isn't it? A demon not wanting to eat human flesh?" You laughed, but something in Giyuu's demeanor made you think that it wasn't a joke.

"Only Muzan can do that right?" You asked, more alert than before as you tried to keep down all the foreign voices at the party.

". . ."

"Giyuu san," you said, your eyes squinting, "Did you see someone like that?"

"l/n, i-" the water hashira looked at you, he seemed uncomfortable, "there's a new demon slayer—"

"y/n kun! What are you doing sitting with Tomioka san all alone? Hasn't he bored you to death by now?"

You whipped around to see Shinobu grinning at you as Sanemi scoffed at the water pillar.

"Well— he hasn't. He's alright."

"Tomioka san, you shouldn't try to seem likable!"

"...people don't dislike me."

"Oh wow! Do you seriously believe that?" Shinobu gasped as you looked at Tomioka, you couldn't ask him for an explanation now— he looked too uncomfortable even in front of you to open up right away, it wouldn't be nice if you make him unload his baggage in front of everyone.

"Don't bully him, Shinobu," you nudged your friend as she grinned at you, "What do you need?" You asked with a smile.

"Has Tomioka's language skills rubbed off on you," she retorted as Sanemi rolled his eyes, "Well whatever, let's us all drink; This party exists so that we can strengthen our bonds and take a break, we should honor Oyakata sama's wishes."

"You should join us too, Tomioka san, even though it's not really required—"

"He will join us," You answered on Giyuu's behalf as you pulled him at front.

"She said it isn't required—"

"It is." You shut him up.

"Alright."

You all gathered at the huge table at the centre of the garden, Uzui sat at the head's seat while Rengoku sat just in front of you, he passed you a smile which you happily returned.

"Oh y/n kun! You look pretty," Mitsuri gasped as she looked at you. You blushed.

"Thankyou so much."

You felt Obanai's glare. Was it too hot today?

"Let us all drink and get to know each other well!" Shinobu announced as she beamed at others— she looked so passive aggressive at times—

You weren't against the idea, but was it safe for all of you to become drunkards? Plus, there was Muichiro.

"That excluded you, Muichiro kun, you shall eat rice," Himejima pushed a bowl in front of the boy's place. At least one problem was solved.

You were still astounded at the fact that everyone actually attended the party, although it was master's order.

"Are we sure we should all drink?" You voiced out. "We have to return back to our homes and prepare for our next mission— should we drink at all?"

"You worry too much, y/n-kun!" Shinobu smiled at you, "Uzui san, Rengoku san and Shinazugawa san all can hold their liquor— Kanroji kun isn't even affected by it. We will be fine! Plus we all have exceptional tolerance."

You reluctantly nodded at the insect pillar.

"Though, I am not sure about Tomioka san, did he ever drink with his friends before?"

"I haven't."

YOU SHOULDN'T ADMIT THAT!

"Ah... Poor Tomioka san..."

"I am not poor..."

Yeah, you couldn't help him anymore.

Your eyes flickered towards Rengoku from Giyuu who was already eyeing you intently as an unknown blush crept up to your cheeks, yet you couldn't help but notice that, Rengoku was also staring at the handkerchief in your hands, very intently too.

Turns out you can't actually hold onto your liquor and it's pretty easy to get you drunk— along with Mitsuri.

Somehow you're sitting next to Rengoku now, as Obanai sits in your previous place between Mitsuri and Giyuu. Uzui shamelessly made out with his wives while Muichiro and Shinazugawa talked to Himejima, you could barely make out Giyuu and Shinobu quarreling on something.

But despite this admittedly exciting background, you could only focus at Rengoku.

"Did i tell you that you look very handsome today, Rengoku san?" You giggled as you laid your head on the table, looking up at Rengoku as he beamed at you.

"Hmm yes! Today! Before the party!"

"Did i now?" You pouted, covering your face with your hands, "Can I tell you again?"

"Haha! You may," he smiled at you, his heart racing because of your cuteness, how could someone as strong as you come off as such a little fluffball?

"But, i don't think you like me!" You pouted, smashing your face into the table as Rengoku tried to steady you.

His heart clenched, did he do something to make you feel that way?

"Why do you think that?" He asked, his voice quieter than before as you gazed up at him, "You didn't talk to me at the party even once!"

"Did i not? I'm sorry for that."

"You should be," you huffed as you leaned your head on his shoulder, making him blush slightly. "Don't be mean to me!"

"I promise I will not be," he smiled at your antics as you rested yourself on his shoulder, feeling more safe than ever. "l/n kun?"

"yes?"

"You look beautiful."

"Thankyou," you giggled as you closed your eyes, falling into a deep slumber.

Being with Rengoku always made you feel safe and secure, yes, you did fall asleep in front of him too much when you shouldn't— but did it matter? You were drunk and your crush was finding you adorable. You were on top of the world.

Shinobu's eyes fell upon you both as Rengoku's chest swelled with warmth, he loved it whenever you would get so vulnerable and light-hearted with him, it made him feel like you trusted him. Trusted him enough to show your inner child to him.

"It's cute how she fell asleep so easily after drinking," Shinobu said, her eyes on you.

Rengoku furrowed his brows, fell asleep easily? More often than not he had seen you dozing off earnestly.

"What do you mean?" He asked Shinobu as the insect pillar patted your head.

"She has acute insomnia because of her paranoia, it's hard for her to fall asleep usually— that's why I always urge her to visit for a checkup, but she rarely does," Shinobu said as she looked at Rengoku, "though the situation feels better now."

Rengoku's golden eyes flickered towards your figure which was half sprawled on him, his hands clutching your arm so that you don't fall as he tried to hide his smile, did you feel safe with him? He wondered as he got up from his seat, steadying your half limp body.

"I will get going," he announced to Tengen as the latter just nodded at him.

"Will you drop her off?" The sound pillar asked as he motioned towards your figure.

"Hmm. I will," Rengoku smiled at him as he picked you up gingerly, afraid of waking you up.

He called a cab as he placed you down on the seat, requesting the driver to drive slowly.

He chuckled as he saw you snuggling deeper into the seat, a small smile on your face as you lazily gazed up at Rengoku.

"Hehe, I like you very much, Rengoku san."

The second time you had met Rengoku was two months after the final selection, at the foothills of a huge mountain where you laid severely injured as the yellow haired man scrambled towards you.

"Shit— it really is you, l/n," you could hear his loud voice as you tried to breathe softly, energy draining from your body as you saw the flame haired man patch you up.

He smiled at you when he saw that you were conscious, "Hey there! I never assumed we would meet this way."

"i hope we don't ever meet this way again," you could hear him say.

"Reinforcements..." You muttered out, your voice strained as the man tried to help you lay down.

"Don't sit up, you would lose blood that way!" He scolded as he laid you down, "and for reinforcements— the stone pillar was sent here when it was determined that the demon was a lower moon."

You looked around yourself, corpses of demon slayers laid out in the open ground as tears welled up in your eyes, you were so useless— so helpless against the strong foe.

"The stone hashira took care of the demon," Rengoku said as he helped you sit up after patching your wound at your stomach. You saw a wound on his shoulder, blood seeping from it.

"You're hurt," you whispered, you hand on his arm as he smiled at you, "Himejima sama was fast, I didn't get hurt badly."

You nodded as you leaned your head back, trying to relax.

You remembered that a number of demon slayers were sent behind the demon, numerous of lower classes trying to make up for a lack of hashira as you winced in pain.

"You're strong," you said, your eyes on Rengoku as you saw his eyes widening slightly, "Not really, I was useless against the demon," he said, his smile unfaltering.

"I have to train a lot more," he said, crouching in front of you.

"At least you were able to give him a fight," you muttered, looking down at your hands as Rengoku's hands went up to your face, he levelled your chin up to look at him as he said, "I knew you would make it out alive. You know why?"

"... Why?"

"Because you're strong too," he smiled at you as he turned out, his back facing you, "come now, get on."

"What?"

"Let me take you to the butterfly mansion," he grinned at you as you smiled at him. Grateful for having a friend.

It had only been a few months and Rengoku had gone up from Mizunoto to Kanoe; while you were still a Mizunoe. It was embarrassing but you were alright, you would train harder to get on to the same level as him. He was the motivation you needed in this cruel world, even if you didn't register it yourself.

While you dreamt happily, Rengoku was stuck in a dilemma as he held you in his arms in front of your house. You weren't waking up at all, should he break into your house? Or should he take you as a guest to his family mansion?

He heard you mumbled some incoherent sentences against his chest as his heart swelled, along with a little guilt. He couldn't help it, could he?

He moved towards his house with you in his hands.

He would keep you away from his father's gaze and take care of you in his own house, until you wake up.

He cursed at himself as he admired your soft figure, how was he to stay strong when you were so cute in his arms?

When you woke up in a different room than yours you groaned at yourself, were you a nuisance to sound hashira last night?

Bracing yourself for incessant snarks from Uzui, you readied yourself before stepping out of the admittedly pretty and traditional room.

But, you were met with a different entity entirely, a little boy with very similar looks to Rengoku as your eyes widened.

"Senjuro kun?" You asked, your mind racing as you tried to figure out just what you did last night— but, it was all a blur, any memory after the sound hashira's house was a total blur.

Also, this permeating headache was nearly killing you.

"l/n san! Good morning," the boy smiled at you as he passed a tray towards you, you felt queasy looking at the food as you swore you wouldn't drink anymore.

"Good morning," you muttered out, your throat dry as you realised just how horrible you must be looking, should you really step in Rengoku's mansion like this? The thought of your physical condition made you more sick, you didn't care about the way you looked in front of Uzui— he was honestly like a big brother. But, Kyojuro Rengoku was another deal—

"This is for your hangover, you will feel better after this," the boy said as he passed you the fluid and you drank it in a gulp.

"That wasn't very tasty."

"It isn't supposed to be," Senjuro laughed at you as he took the dish from your hands, "you must have drunk a lot for nii-san to carry you here."

"You're telling me Rengoku carried me here?"

"Precisely."

"Wow, i must be such a burden."

"I don't think he felt the weight."

"Did you- did you just affirm that I am a burden?" You asked incredulously as Senjuro laughed at you.

You came to know Senjuro and Mitsuri because of Rengoku, yet— yet, you were closer to them than Rengoku. In the past, you had a habit of running away whenever Rengoku approached you, so that wasn't a surprise.

"I should go and say sorry, shouldn't i?" You said as Senjuro shrugged, "Someone made you hangover drink."

"Thankyou, dammit!"

"Mention not."

"Where is he?" You asked the boy as he smiled, "I think he just went towards the market to prepare for his mission."

"He has a mission today?"

"That's why he didn't drink yesterday," Senjuro said as he pulled a broom out of nowhere and went towards the garden.

"I would advise you to hurry to meet him before he actually steps into the market, you won't get to talk to him after that."

You rushed out of Rengoku's mansion but, really... You were late, or the hashira was too fast as you panted outside your house.

Your home was closer to the market than Rengoku's, so if he was returning anytime soon, you would meet him in front of your house.

"Oh? l/n!"

His loud voice boomed around your house as you smiled at him, waving at him sluggishly as he trotted towards you.

"Are you alright?" He asked, a smile on his face.

"I am, thanks for carrying me yesterday."

"It's no problem!"

"And sorry for being such an inconvenience—"

"You weren't," he cut you off as you noticed a change in his glances towards you, were you still dreaming?

"I- did I do anything weird yesterday?" You asked, playing with your cuffs as you looked at him bashfully.

"Haha! Not really, you were just singing some sappy songs on the way, do you not remember?" He asked, his glare more demanding than before.

"I was?" You squeaked as you looked at him, embarrassment flooding your cheeks, "I-I am sorry, I don't remember anything of yesterday," you admitted.

"oh... I see."

Did something happen yesterday? Did you say anything?

"It's alright, l/n, you were nice to me even when you were drunk," Rengoku smiled, he didn't lie— he hated lying, but half-truths weren't lies right?

"Yet again sorry—"

"It's alright, you didn't mean it... you didn't mean anything."

Something in his words made you snap into reality more than before as you looked at the food in his hands.

"Oh right, today's your mission right? When are you leaving?" You asked as Rengoku looked at the food in his hands momentarily.

"I will be leaving tonight," he said, "Something about frequent disappearances at the mountain, I hope it's not a demon."

You hummed at affirmation as you looked at his golden eyes, which ignited certain spark in your heart.

"Rengoku san?"

"yes?"

"When you return, can I treat you to a meal?" as a date, you wanted to add but you couldn't.

But, the flame haired smiled widely at you, as if just the offer was enough to fill warmth into his heart.

"Sure l/n kun, I will look forward to it!"

"Take care... Rengoku san," you said as a slight blush graced your features.

He looked at you in sheer silence for a while as he raised his hand to pat your head, full adoration in his voice as his eyes crinckled, "I will, l/n kun. Promise me you will take care of yourself too?"

You smiled, "I will."

more at chapter 3! (coming soon)

not kidding, I wanted to publish this chapter within ten days of ch1 but it stretched to 11 days T-T

though, I do hope you all had fun reading it!

tags : @atmosphinx @sanjunlvr (you seemed interested in the fic so I thought to tag you, if you don't want to be disturbed, kindly let me know! thankyou <;3)

kny tmi! - canon

rengoku possibly burst his eardrums when he was fighting the lower moon 2 for his position as a hashira— that's why his voice is too loud lol.

as far as I remember, when shinjuro stepped down as his position as a hashira rengoku went into a hashira meeting unannounced on behalf of his father when he wasn't even a tsuguko! thus, he had to kill a lower moon asap to become a flame hashira and step in his father's position!

[trick-r-treat421]

Chapter 2

Riley’s POV:

It has been just over a week and some change since the day at the park. I would be lying if I said I hadn’t at least thought about shirtless Noah and his equally handsome friends a time or two. Let’s be honest though, in a city this size, the chances of running into any of them again are pretty slim. Plus, my life is a mess, so why get my hopes up. Besides, who would even want damaged goods like me…

I’m 23 and don’t know what I want to do with my life. All I know is that my nightmare of a job isn’t it and all the stress has been weighing heavy on me lately. I’ve been toying with the idea of leaving this city and starting over somewhere new with Hades. With Tate gone I don’t really know anyone; I have zero friends. There’s nothing holding me here.  But I have my house and it’s a lot of work starting over. If I don’t leave, maybe I could try to return to school, finish out the medical sonography program and get the hell out of my current job. Would it even change anything though? My anxiety and the what ifs keep me from pulling the trigger on any of it, but something’s got to give.

It had been another excruciatingly long day at work and all of this was swirling through my mind as I pulled into the grocery store parking lot. I grabbed my oversized Demon Slayer hoodie (yes, I’m a nerd) and pulled it over my work polo before grabbing my mini backpack out of the passenger seat. Thank God my job didn’t mind that I usually wore majorly flared black jeans and my beloved black converse or else I’d have to keep a change of clothes in the car if I ever needed to go anywhere once I got off.

Once inside I grab a cart, pull up my shopping list app, and start marking things off as I wander around. I’ve gotten about three quarters down my list when I turn onto the empty canned food aisle making my way to the baked beans, looking for my favorites.

My eyes scan the shelves; I’ve almost given up hope, but as I get to the very top shelf, I see a few cans sitting back from the edge. Just my luck, of course they’d be on the very top, out of my reach, I think to myself as I let out a sigh. Being 5’3” doesn’t always work in my favor, especially in instances like this.

Once the cart is out of the way I push my sleeves up and step onto the metal shelfing, hoisting myself up and trying my damnedest to reach at least one of the cans.

As I’m wiggling my fingers trying to maneuver the can into my grip, my skin begins to prickle as I feel someone’s eyes on me. “Looks like you could use a few inches,” comes a masculine voice from behind me.

 I roll my eyes, thinking great, all I need is someone pestering me tonight. I knew I should have grabbed my air pods off the charger this morning. “Are you sure you’ve got a few to spare?” I retort, sarcasm dripping from my words while I continue my struggle to grab a can.

Only once I hear that low chuckle and, “Good one, Riley. I don’t know how my poor fragile ego will ever recover,” do I freeze in place. I registered the voice, and the apples of my cheeks grew hot as I hear my name slip from his lips. Shit…

I slowly turn my head to see Noah a couple yards away bent down, arms crossed, leaning against the handle of his cart, watching me with a smirk on his face. Slowly I step down, his eyes never leaving me. “Thanks, but I have to ask, are you stalking me now?” I ask playfully as I cross my arms over my chest, trying to recover from the embarrassment and feeling a little spunky.

Noah’s POV:

The subtle blush appearing on her cheeks only makes the smirk spread further across my face. She looks a little different tonight, but her small frame and raven hair, still pulled back in a low ponytail, gave her away. I find it hard to believe but I’m not sure she knows just how beautiful she is, even in an oversized hoodie that falls almost to her knees. She’s got some fight in her apparently though.

Another small chuckle escapes before I reply, “What would you do if I said yes?” Her blush deepened, but she holds my gaze defiantly. After a few seconds I follow up with, “No, I was here picking up some things to take back to the house.  The guys and I are having a game night. Can’t have a good game night without snacks.” My head nods to my cart where a case of both Modelo and White Claw are practically covered with an assortment of chips, salsa, and dips. “It is a pleasant surprise running into you again, though.” I add.

She tilts her head as her eyebrow arches and a smile forms. “As long as you keep it figurative and not literal this time.” She pokes, but her hand instinctively goes up to cover her left ribs.

The smile on my face goes slack as I remember how I’d accidentally hurt her when we met before; I wouldn’t be surprised if she still has remnants of a bruise. I clear my throat and look up at the cans. “So would you like for me to help you with that?” I offer, standing from my cart and stepping closer, realizing now just how much I tower over her.

Her eyes follow mine to the cans as she purses those full lips for a moment, thinking it over. “What the hell, I sure wasn’t having any luck,” she finally says, shrugging and stepping aside. I move to her side and begin reaching up before I hear her add, “Do you mind grabbing two?” 

I shake my head grabbing two in a single hand, got to love the perks of having these big hands. In the process my black and white striped shirt comes up just a sliver revealing a portion of my tattooed stomach. I catch her biting her lip slightly and adverting her eyes to the floor, but I don’t mention it and just smile a bit as I extend the cans to her. She takes them, one in each hand, and places them in her cart.

I grab the last can from the shelf looking it over as I ask, “So are these any good? I need to get some for Folio. He likes scooping them onto his chips.” My face gave away the slight disgust I felt for that, her nose crinkling up as well.

Nodding, she says, “They’ve been my favorites for as long as I can remember.”

That’s all the confirmation I need as I go place it in my cart. With that, she thanks me and turns towards her cart to continue on. Knowing this interaction is coming to an end, Folio’s words from the park drift through my head. Tell us you at least got her number…

She’s about halfway down the aisle when I call out “Riley!”

She stops, turning back to me with a questioning ‘hmm’. I leave my cart where it is and jog down the aisle to her, I can feel the nervous energy buzzing in my chest but I’ve got to shoot my shot. ��Hey, can I get your number?” I ask simply.

Her icy blue eyes grew wide as her features turn to a stunned expression, the blush that was all but gone creeping back onto her cheeks. My hand rests at the top of the pocket where my phone rests waiting for her response.  

After a moment, the hesitation clear on her face, her hand starts to reach towards me, and I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. “Uhh yeah, I guess. Give me your phone and I’ll add my number in,” she says while trying to gain back her composure.

I retrieve the phone from my pocket, unlocking it, and pulling up my contacts before handing it to her. The nervous energy I felt was now being replaced with a building confidence, a broad smile spreading across my face.

She types away for a minute before handing it back as I hear a small chime from inside her hoodie pocket. Looking down I see an open text message screen where she’s saved herself under ‘Riley from the park’ and sent herself a single text that reads ‘Noah.’ A butterfly-like feeling settles in my stomach as I realize I didn’t have to give her my name, she remembered it from the park. I close out the message and lock my phone before sliding it back into my pocket and stepping away.

“Thanks, I’ll send you something soon,” I say taking a few steps backwards. “By the way, it’d be more than a few inches, darlin.” I say in a low, husky voice before winking, turning to retrieve my cart, and disappearing out of sight, leaving her standing there stunned with her mouth agape.

I know this was a short chapter but I wanted to get another one out for you. I enjoyed seeing a little more of their banter in this one.

Once again thank you @crimson-calligraphyx for helping me edit and talk out ideas.

Tag List:

@lma1986

If anyone else would like to be added, let me know.

[robo-ky888]

So I wanted to make a video on why Robo Ky is my favorite fictional character period but I don't feel confident enough with my skills to do this sort of thing justice so I'm scrapping the project for now. I'm gonna upload the script here but be warned, it's my first ever script so sorry about that. Thank you for reading.

Introduction

Robo Ky. a character that first appeared as a story mode exclusive boss only as a palette swap of Ky and was only made fully playable in the 3rd entry into the series, is my favorite character in media. But…why, why is this random one off character that usually places around C tier on tier lists and was relegated to cutscenes and spin off games past his debut game my favorite in all of media, especially when Guilty Gear has so many amazing characters like Faust or Sol or even Johnny or Slayer. Well today I intend to tell you why and frankly, i'm not trying to win anyone over with this one or spark a new “Robo Ky revolution” or anything, i just really REALLY wanted to get this out there and this was the only way i knew how to do it. I hope you all or even if you dont, i hope you learn something new about one of guilty gears most original characters.

Who is Robo Ky

Robo Ky made his first appearance in Guilty Gear X Plus for the Playstation 2 in 2001 exclusively in cutscenes. He was portrayed as a palette swap of ky and to play as this version of Robo Ky, you had to select ky’s gg version which had different attacks. This version of Robo Ky looked way different as he was portrayed as having tan skin and a much slimmer frame, looking more like regular ky. This also applied to guilty gear petit as he works exactly like this in that game as well. I actually played this game on an emulator once and inputted the code to play as Robo Ky right away and even got his ending, which is probably one of my favorite photos of the funny man. After these two middling appearances, we finally see Robo Ky take on a full move set in guilty gear XX released in december of 2002 in japan and march 2003 everywhere else. In the first installment of the game, he is unlocked by completing Story Mode or via time release (96 hours). This is the only version of the game Robo Ky is an unlock in and in all future versions he is unlocked right at the start, as perfection should be. Its moveset and gameplay is surprisingly different from ky and if you know anything about Robo Ky, this is probably it. His gameplay revolves around maintaining your heat and battery gage as when you use certain moves, the corresponding bars will increase or decrease, if the heat gage fills up too much, you overheat and explode, if you run out of battery, you can't do specials until you get the energy for them, think of it as tension that empties and fills faster. For example, his special skill fires a bullet from his elbow which increases the heat gauge and his DON'T GET COC-KY! Uses up a bit of power. Heat goes down naturally and your main tool for rebuilding energy is gimmicky, no that's the actual name of the move, Gimmic-KY. He even has a delayed get up which can really throw people off and he even talks shit at you while he is getting up. Now why am i explaining any of this, to most people none of this even matters, but i thought this was really important to explain because Robo Ky does not play like anyone else in the entire cast, not even ky himself. They may share some of the same moves, around 9 or 10, but Robo Ky plays so differently thanks to his gauges and his weird attacks that i was drawn to it as soon as i saw it. His uniqueness is truly what makes him stand out and while he isn't the BEST character in accent core (thank you zappa), he is my absolute favorite to play and i will die on that hill.

Story reasons

In the guilty gear universe, Robo Ky was created by the Post-War Administration Bureau as a sort of assassin robot to take care of anyone trying to get in their way. This is his main objective throughout his entire story, to eliminate someone who is in his way, but that is the most barebones way of explaining it so let's go more in depth. The way fighting game canon works in general is….questionable as everyone has multiple endings and routes, it's hard to know what is canon and what isn't but i will give my best interpretation on what is Robo Ky canon.

In X’s story, Robo Ky actually scans ky and stalks him throughout his chapter until they fight and surprisingly he actually gets the jump on the defective original as when you play this story, you will always have a portion of your health missing.

Unfortunately, Robo Ky does canonically lose but this is one of the most intimidating scenes we see Robo Ky in and one of the only times he is taken and shown off as a legit threat. The next time we see a Robo Ky unit is in XX where the number of Robo Ky are actually quite thin and because of their middling performance, they’re up for discontinuation.Nevertheless, this guy named crow who has been working on the Robo Ky’s for awhile decides to send one particular Robo Ky on a mission to gather combat info as a sort of last mission.

Throughout the mission, Robo Ky argues with crow, is generally rude and dismissive and just goes on fighting, collecting data, all that until crow essentially decides “hey bud, your insides are acting real FUN-KY so get back here” and you actually get a choice as a player for if you want to return to the lab or not but for this overview we will be looking at the ending where you do not decide to return to the lab.Robo Ky must have only heard the word KY when crow said he was acting FUN-KY as he only has eyes to kill the defective original, much to crows dismay. Eventually, you actually do find and fight ky but the prince gets away and robo-kys damages are too severe so he gets back to the lab…only to be met WITH A COPY OF JUSTICE WHO IS ESSENTIALLY AN ULTRA POWERFUL KILLING MACHINE.

(Here is pt 2)

[colleitheglidingchampionofsumeru]

"What a month.."

Episode name: "Meeting them?"

Giyu x M4A!reader

Characters: Giyu,Rengoku,Tengen,Genya,Gyomei,Obanai,Mitsuri,Ubayashiki,Shinobu

Warings:none

Episode 1 out of 31

Summary:

Ubayashiki Kagaya has invited you to stay at the butterfly mansion for one month he wanted you to join as being a hashira, so he is letting you spend one month there to see if you like it

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A day before he invites you

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It's late at night you are trying to find a demon to kill you heard the scream of a kid and you ran towards the scream you saw a demon you and the demon fight for a while till the demon grabbed the kid and you stopped you then heard some footsteps and looked over to see a boy with black hair that was put up he also had a sword with him he looked like a demon slayer as well till another boy came this time with white hair and scars all over his body you put your focus back on the demon till the demon threw the kid on the ground then you launched towards the demon and cut their head off with the slightest cut you then took the blood off of your sword and put it back in the holder you looked back over to the two guys who just stood there the kids parents came you picked up the kid and gave the kid back to their parents and the parents thanked you the white haired guy then yelled at the other guy "we would of made it in time if it wasn't for you!" He yelled and yelled till your vision became dark. The sounds became quiet till your vision was nothing but darkness. That's all you remember

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The next day in the morning

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You heard people talking the room was still dark they were talking about..you? yes you they were just talking you opened your eyes then sat up till you felt a sharp pain in your stomach you then held your stomach and winced the people have stopped talking you looked around and saw the same two boys that you saw last night and now a boy with bandages over his mouth and a snake on his neck and a girl with pink hair and green hair then a boy with black? and green hair and a girl with brown? black? hair and some purple, then a guy with yellow and red hair, then a guy with black hair and a scar across his forehead? and full white eyes. "Is he blind?" you ask yourself in your mind you look around the room and saw other beds you were on a bed you guessed you were in a recovery room you then meet eyes with the same black hair boy from last night you then got up and one of the girls said "you shouldn't get up" you didn't listen you needed to get back it was day time you needed to get back to work you fully got up and walked slightly till you fell right into the arms of the black haired boy then one of the girls said "good catch Giyu" so Giyu was this boys name? alright then, Giyu then picked you up and put you back onto the bed. A guy came in with someone with him. The people then bowed, and the guy had purple skin? You must be seeing things.. right? yes, you have to be seeing things, but no, you actually saw him have purple skin he went to you and said, "Your y/n y/l/n, right?" I've heard of you but never saw you while I still can't Tomioka and Shinazugawa brought you here more like Tomioka did he had you on his back Kochō patched you up now I would like to speak with her alone everyone please leave" they nodded and left "would you like to join us as a hashira?" He asked "I have things to do I can't plus I don't know if I'll like it here" you said "okay then spend one month here and see if you like it" he said you nodded and he nodded then left you laid down and just went back to bed you were tired still

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Hiiii, this will be a part story. When I have time, I'll continue it sorry that it is short

[deathly-toxins]

For most.. walking in such a way was incredibly embarrassing. At least for one half of the two. That being said, it was Gyutaro who was a touch embarrassed, especially as they'd pass a few of the cult's followers. They always looked so cheerful, until they looked at him. He saw the pity in their expressions.

Not disgust, not fear.. just.. pity. If only normal people had even spared him and his sister such glances before. No, he got disgust back in the Red Light District, his sister got the pity looks when they saw her with him. So, thankfully, the pity of Dōma's followers did hit differently.

At least it came from a place of genuine worry.

"From the stories you've told me and Daki so far, I really wanna catch one." A smile pulled at the boys face as he spoke. The thought certainly made him salivate a bit.

"If they're so tough, taking one down and eating them has got to be worth it." Humans who hunted after Oni who were simply surviving this harsh world. In his mind, they were really no different than the samurai who cut down citizens for their Lords. They were cowards, pathetic and disgusting. But it didn't stop him from wondering what fighting one would be like.

After all, he's taken out a samurai himself! They aren't so tough!

"Huh.." Wise words from an elder Oni. Eat the lively and the strong, avoid the meek and the weak. Made sense! To become strong you eat the strong! It felt so cut and dry, so easy to understand. Plus, lively human flesh and blood tasted good, so it was a plus!

Heading further though, he started to get curious as to just where Dōma was leading him to. He hadn't been to this particular wing of the temple yet. More so, the setup of the area, the pool itself, and everything around it.

Sake, huh? That was the alcohol humans drank way too much of, it flowed all too freely at the orian houses in the red light district.

Well, color him curious without a doubt, especially noting it was kept heated by the stones at the bottom.

"Well, that's a better use for it than watching humans guzzle it down like it's water, and then make horrible decisions." He spoke with some mild amusement, waiting for Dōma to enter the pool first. He'd need to learn how to make clothing like that some day. For now, he just had his stripped kimono and pants still, though they of course had been cleaned daily by the followers here.

With the beckoning he moved to remove his kimono and fold his clothing to the side before carefully slipping into the heated pool. He was.. a little off-put at first.. Until the warmth sank and and it was quite obvious the boy neigh instantly started to relax.

Damn, this felt nice. Kind of like the heated baths he used to see customers enjoy their time in. Was this what those felt like?

"Mmmm..." He sighed, eyes half-lidded in the moment. The cold washed away for but a moment as the warm liquid surrounded him.

"This.. does feel a lot better." And thanks to the followers tireless work of making sure the boy had been clean, there was no worry of any residue coming off him. Even if they tried to scrub the weird 'blotches; on his skin a few times...

Not realizing they were part of his skin.

But, then he thought about something, curious now.

"How strong do you think I need to be, before I can kill a slayer?" Determination started showing in the young Oni's eyes.

"They can't be that tough, right? They're just humans with fancy swords...?"

[sun-daddy-yoriichi]

Kimetsu no Yaiba Role - Reverse AU : Demon Moons Version

So the last one got out of hand. Surely, this one won't as well-

(Jk it's gonna be long asf)

But I managed to fill all the spots HELL YEAH

Upper Moon One : Himejima

I mean, do I have to say much more.

He's 7'2" I mean come on

Plus he's canonically one of the strongest Pillars (COUGH Demon Moons) in the series.

Physically, he’s just as buff as his human counterpart, with kind of the only difference being that he has what looks to be cracks running down his arms and fingers. His eyes are still white and he can’t see, but the kanji for ‘Upper Moon One’ is engraved into them.

His Blood Demon Art would resemble Earthbending, to be honest.

Not exactly like it, but it is a martial art. It takes a lot of strength to do, and since Himejima is blind, he sees based off of vibrations and the like (not with his feet like Toph no-)

He’ll kill any human but children. He refuses to kill children.

Still religious despite it being kind of hypocritical.

Upper Moon Two : Uzui

Step out of the way it’s DADDY

Still hot as fuck

His eye makeup isn’t makeup anymore, it’s his demon crest.

As an Upper Moon, he’s slightly paler than his human counterpart, but still likes to drip jewels and other expensive items.

He had three human wives before, now he has three demon wives that he loves very very much. More than you would think a demon could love somebody else.

His Blood Demon Art obviously deals with sound. With it, he can charm any human into doing his bidding (killing themselves / each other, etc). They don’t even have to see him for it to be effective.

Btw he uses a harp to make his music, and sometimes his voice.

He only gives the time of day to opponents that will wow him. If they aren’t flamboyant at all, he won’t fight with all his strength. He’ll just kill them.

Impress him, and you may even be able to walk away with your life

Upper Moon Three : Kyoujuro

Certified does not wear a shirt

Somehow a very jubilant demon. He feels hella adrenaline when getting into fights

Battling him is a cross between trying not to fucking die and trying not to listen to him while he compliments your strength

Doesn’t often kill civilians. His only true enemies are Demon Slayers, so until they’re eradicated he won’t hurt innocent people

He uses a katana in battle, and his Blood Demon Art deals with fire of course.

It’s a close-quarters ability. Any injuries he leaves on his opponent will begin to leave burns all over their skin, stemming from the point where his katana contacted their skin.

Very pretty demon crest. A bright red flame that starts just below his left hip, and blazes an interesting trail diagonally across his chest, wrapping around his neck and right shoulder.

In a way, he’s charming. A respectful opponent, and one that shouldn’t be underestimated.

Upper Moon Four : Sanemi

One word to describe ‘Nemi

VIOLENT

Always covered in blood somehow. He’s decorated in it by the time his opponents are dead

He has no qualms in killing civilians, whether they be women or children. The only reason he avoids babies is because he doesn’t like how they taste, but everything else is fair game to him

He has big, big wings that protrude from his back, similar to that of a hawk’s. He doesn’t use them to fly often, seeing as that would draw attention to him in largely populated areas. They are usually tucked away. During battles, they are unfurled, and used to sense the locations of his enemies, as well as how many of them there are.

His wings can produce gales of wind so strong they would peel the skin off of an average person. He is fast, but not quite the fastest out of all of the Demon Moons.

He has a disadvantage in close quarters, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t strong. He could just as easily snap someone’s neck if they got too close to him for too long.

Upper Moon Five : Giyuu

Loner boy isn’t often seen. He lets Demon Slayers seek him out instead of the other way around. Most of the time, they walk straight into his trap, and are never seen again. Not even a drop of their blood is left behind.

He hides in the same area most of the time; the ocean. A port village that often sees sailors lost at sea. Giyuu doesn’t usually eat civilians, but just enough for it to be seen as off.

Resides in the sea, right under the docks. A half-submerged cave is where he makes his home. Demon Giyuu is equipped with gills, as well as eyes that can see clearly through the dark water. He is at his strongest in the water, and rarely goes onto land unless he absolutely has to.

Because of his reclusive nature, Giyuu goes mostly unaccounted for by the Demon Slayer Corps. Unless he accidentally puts himself out there, you wouldn’t be able to track him easily.

His demon crest looks like dozens of splotches of blue water, all over the right side of his face and neck. He has no particularly special ability, aside from his lightning reflexes and agility. That’s usually all he needs to make an easy kill.

Upper Moon Six : Obanai

 Obviously part snake

I’m gonna go off on a limb and say he’s very similar to the snake demon we see during his backstory, but not quite so chummy with humans. He has no worshippers.

Lives in a hole in the ground oop-

Very attached to Lover Moon One. He was the one that turned her into a demon, after all. Perhaps they were lovers...

Being a snake, his fangs secrete a poisonous venom. When injected, humans will die within days or minutes, depending on the dosage. There is a limit to how much he is able to produce at one time, though.

Should anyone so much as try and hurt Lower Moon One, he would probably rampage. Nobody, and I mean it when I say nobody, messes with her.

He has no qualms in killing whoever he wants. He doesn’t really feel anything for humans, so he doesn’t care who he kills and eats.

Lower Moon One : Mitsuri

Beautiful girl

She absolutely loves humans, but her beauty is an uncanny one. Even laying your eyes on her will leave you with an eerie feeling.

And yes, she loves humans, but her love is so aggressive. Oftentimes, she ends up killing those humans she’s decided to turn her attention to

It’s all on accident. She hates leaving a mess, though, so she has no choice but to eat them. Her strength precedes her, and even though it makes her very sad, she’ll make that mistake again no matter what.

She and Upper Moon Six are very attached to one another, but she’s less defensive about it than he is. He’s stiff and hard to get along with, but he melts in her presence

Mitsuri doesn’t exactly have a Blood Demon Art, per se. Her strength speaks for itself in volumes

She’s strong and agile, and although she loves people, she’s more than willing to defend herself when attacked. Approach with caution, if you have that chance

Lower Moon Two : Muichiro

Another quiet demon, much like Giyuu in nature

Lives where it’s dark; his eyes aren’t equipped to change depending on the light, and his pupils are always dilated to the farthest extent. Even the moon is a little bit too much for him

Because of the problems with his sight, his appearances are rather sparse. You’ll only ever fall prey to him if you wander into his domain, or if you’re out during a new moon

EXTREMELY volatile; under NO circumstances do you approach, especially on bright nights like the full moon. He won’t attack if you don’t get too close, or if he’s actively on the hunt. Your best option is to turn around and run as fast as you can, and pray he won’t try and chase you

If the mist sets in before you notice it, just hope he isn’t hungry. Once you’re already in the cloud, he can feel all the movements you make, and your chances of making it out start to plummet

Lower Moon Three : Shinobu

Despite only being Lower Moon Three, she’s as ruthless as they come, and enjoys the bloodshed twice as much.

Poison is the name of her game. She’s the fastest Demon Moon to date, to the point where catching her is almost impossible. It’d take a stroke of luck to find her cornered, and not even that promises you victory

She’s the most knowledgeable of human anatomy and how they function, so she knows exactly how to concoct her poisons to target different organs, depending on how she wants someone to die

When she’s hunting, she uses the poison that causes the least amount of pain - the one that’s going to kill the quickest. She’d rather not have any of her victims scream when she finally attacks

For taking on demon slayers, though, she uses the weakest one, that’ll draw out their pain the longest, until they go into shock and die, or they lose too much blood. She doesn’t care either way

Lower Moon Four : Kanao

If you find flowers in cold climates, like mountain peaks or valleys during winter, RUN. Run as fast as you can. She’s already there

Usually she doesn’t ever leave the mountains, and certain ranges are avoided like the plague for the amount of missing travelers that pass through them

Those flowers are a part of her Blood Demon Art - she spreads them out over several square miles, even covering the entire mountain with them. Over time, her flowers begin to release a deadly toxin, though it’s incredibly diluted and won’t care significant harm if you’re only in the vicinity for a short amount of time.

But naive or ignorant travelers who get caught walking through the flowers won’t have time to escape before the poison begins to fill their lungs and paralyze them, starting with their muscles and ending with their heart

After it’s all said and done, Kanao will come and collect the body, and after a few days or weeks, the flowers will be gone. It’s as if nothing ever happened

Lower Moon Five : Inosuke

FERAL MOTHERFUCKING RAT

The boar head is - it’s his - it’s his head

He’s quite ghastly. There’s nothing alluring or inviting about him. Even the bravest of fools, or the most naive of men, would turn tail and run for the HILLS at the sight of that beast

It’s not like it’ll matter, anyways. Once he has your scent, he’ll catch you, even if it takes the whole night

He likes Lower Moon Three a lot, and he isn’t sure why. It’s a feeling he can’t quite place

Very loud. Very loud

He’s the type of demon who will challenge a Hashira, so it’s a miracle he hasn’t been killed yet

Lower Moon Six : Zenitsu

Another loud one, but the crybaby type

He spends most of his days and nights hiding, so good luck finding him if you’re really trying to go after him

Even though he’s the weakest Demon Moon, he’s somehow the hardest to find on most occasions

The only time he’ll be out and about it during thunderstorms, where the sounds of his attacks will blend in with the surrounding ambience

He always gets nervous around pretty girls

The embarrassment usually means he kills them faster, or before they can ever set their eyes on him

He’s harmless most of the time, but if you get caught by him, you’re either hella unlucky or hella stupid

Demon Progenitor : Ubuyashiki Kagaya

Terrifying

Almost nothing is known about him, other than the fact that the Demon Moons would protect him with their lives

He can certainly take care of himself, though. It’s the entire reason he’s been around for thousands of years, and it’s the whole reason he hasn’t been found since then

You may think he’d be equally cruel to his Moons, but he treats them gently, and with respect. It’s what they deserve, for following him so blindly

The only time he truly ever gets upset is when one of his Moons is killed by a Hashira. You’ll never see fury like that ever again

Ubuyashiki isn’t the kind of demon who hungers quickly. He can go years without eating

But if he’s truly ravenous, nobody is safe

[strawberry-lemonade-kisses]

What am i looking at?

Confused isn’t quite the word to describe how Obanai is feeling at this very moment. Stunned? Maybe. Baffled? most likely. Shocked? shocked is how Obanai would describe his feelings. He’s in such a state of shock that he can’t respond to the woman who is suddenly fussing over him.

“What did you do? Kabu what happened?!” she's grabbing at his arm, watching as the red slowly fills the white cloth holding his skin together. He doesn’t even have the mental capacity to do anything about his stitches that are most likely ripped. There’s a soft purr resonating from the woman, careful as she takes it upon herself to unwrap his bandaging. “It opened, you have to be careful. Obanai?” He doesn't mention to her that the fact his stitching ripped is because she's manhandled him with incredible strength for such a petite woman. His eyes finally zone in on her, accepting his fate as he looks over the woman who took the space of his cat. 2 fuzzy black ears sat atop her head, nestled in the long black hair that cascaded down her back. Her nails were long, sharp enough to cut through the bandaging on his arm. She was pretty-no, she was beautiful. The soft cheeks that were rounded gave her such a gentle look. But it was her eyes that had him sucking in a breath. The yellow hue of them almost matched his own, maybe even brighter, he couldn’t tell though, his eyesight hadn’t been good in years, and things still came out blurry for him. She was so close, not giving a single fuck for personal space and he was close to passing out, why couldn’t she back up? “Do you have supplies?” he nodded. “Where?” He blinked, not moving to show her the massive amount of gauze he kept in his bathroom or the needle and thread he kept with it. “Oba?” “The bathroom” His voice was softer than he meant it but he wasn’t even paying attention to that, he wasn’t paying attention to anything except her.

“I know you have a lot of gauze, but I don’t remember where you get it, Obanai will you please help me look for it?!” she was frustrated, long black tail twitching behind her, he caught the end of it, peeking around her side as it flicked around in annoyance. “The bottom drawer, in the back” he found himself sitting on the toilet lid, watching as the woman dug through his belongings, looking for more gauze. She let out a chirp of triumph, standing up straight with a roll of gauze in her hand and the spool of thread and needle he had. “You won’t hit me if this hurts, right?” he shook his head, he was used to it, plus he was still numb from the first stitching before it ripped. Everything about him was numb. She immediately got to work, carefully pulling out the ruined stitches, checking his face for any discomfort or pain, she was being careful. She had already grabbed towels, some already wet as she dabbed at the gash in his arm, cleaning the blood and salve. The needle was threaded with ease and she looked up at him for permission before she dug the sharp object into his skin, weaving his skin back together. “It's a shock isn’t it?” she glanced up from his arm. “I didn’t mean to deceive you like this, I didn't plan on staying long. But I've been here a while, haven't I?” she hummed, cutting the end of the thread with her nail. “My name is Y/N, by the way. Not cat, or even shithead” she didn’t mention the pink that coated the apple of his cheeks. “Why are you a cat?” “A cat? Well, you're not wrong. I’m a bakeneko, a type of demon” He stiffened “and before you get all bristly with me, no I don't eat humans as you’ve noticed, I eat like you do. I was born a demon, I was never a human. I won’t be one either, it's much more fun to be a cat, Slaying demons seems boring and rather tasking. I’ve been meaning to ask, Do all slayers get a Familiar because I didn't see Sanemi’s?” She wasn’t even pausing to let him utter a response, asking as many questions that came to her pretty little head. “You're overwhelmed, you haven’t said a word. I’ll leave you alone for now, I’ll be in bed” She shrugged, stuffing the leftover gauze and thread back into the cabinet before leaving the room, he didn’t even notice her wrap him back up, the neatly laid gauze sat snug against his skin, he didn’t feel a thing.

It was a while before Obanai came to his senses, still sitting on the toilet lid staring at his bandaged arm. He had so many questions and so many confusing thoughts. How did he not notice a demon right under his nose? Does he kill her if she doesn't eat humans? She’s still technically a demon, right? Maybe it would be better to request a meeting with the master, but maybe that's too rash? He’ll go to Sanemi, he’ll know what to do. When he emerged into the room the woman, no, Y/N was asleep in his bed, blankets wrapped tightly around her frame as she slept. Her eyes were pinched shut, obviously bothered by whatever was happening in her dream. The ears atop her head twitched and if the steady thumping he heard was anything he assumed her tail was also twitching. “Y/N?” Her ears turned towards him. “Y/N? Can we talk?” He sat on the bed next to her, hovering closer to see if she’d wake. “Y/N please wake up” she groaned, pinching one of her eyes open. “What?” “I have questions” She let out a sigh, rolling onto her back and pulling the covers down below her chin. “Ask” he nodded, trying to decide where to start. “Why did you come here?” she blinked. “You kept feeding me, why wouldn’t I follow you and stay? Free food and I have to do nothing to get it. Plus, Kaburamaru is nice to me” she shrugged “He’s nice to you? Can you understand him?” her head tilted in a silent question. “Of course, I know you can too, demons can usually speak to familiars, they themselves come from the same sort of realm. An unknown life force binding their souls to a human, only those they choose though” Obanai’s head was spinning at the information, everything that came out of her mouth was something he had never heard of. “I never even realized I could understand him for a reason” “You never questioned it, huh?” she sat up, arms crossed as he shook his head. “Well, I guess that makes sense, he’s too nice” she smiled at the small hiss that came from the snake. “Okay, then why have I never seen you like this?” she hummed “Don’t like this form, it’s too big. It’s easier to move around in cat form, I can fit places, plus.” she looked away “Nevermind” right, it probably was easier, there are limits to the human body that he was sure even a demon has. “Do you have powers?” “Besides turning into a cat and back, no. I mean my hearing is better than a human's and I can see in the dark but that’s it. You do have a lot of questions, lay with me, your questions are wearing me out.” her sentence ended with a yawn, body relaxing back into the cushions. She looked at him, waiting as he contemplated actually laying next to her, it was different when she was a cat. well, when He thought she was just a cat, but now. Now she’s a woman, with curves and soft pliable skin, he couldn’t. “I’ll let you sleep, just. Lay low, I'll try to figure something out with you” she nodded, eyelids already fighting with sleep before shutting. He was screwed.

[cheeyathebard]

Creatures of the Night

Hi Friends, this one features the Vampire!Chloe and Slayer!Beca characters from my Bechloe Drabbles fic. Enjoy!

  “It’s a good thing you’re the slayer,” Chloe said as she kissed her way slowly down her lover’s bare back.

 Beca was lying on her front, chin resting on her crossed arms as she relaxed into the soft pillows on the vampire’s four-poster bed. “Said no other vampire ever,” she chuckled. “I’m really glad you got your soul back.”

 Chloe grinned. “No, I meant... I love how we get to sleep together during the day.” They’d been dating for a few months now and had fallen into a comfortable routine together.

 “Mmm...” Beca flipped onto her back and wrapped her arms around the beautiful redhead, pulling her closer to kiss her. “I have a question about that. How come no one ever questions why you don’t take day shifts at the clinic?”

 “I’m the boss,” Chloe shrugged. “Plus, none of the other vets have to work nights except for once in a blue moon when I take a night off, so I don’t think they question it.”

 “Makes sense,” the slayer mused. She ran her fingers gently through Chloe’s hair, smiling as the vampire growled softly. “God, that’s sexy,” she murmured, feeling her body respond with heavy arousal. “You do that on purpose to turn me on, don’t you?”

 “Maybe...” the vampire winked impishly. “Because, honestly, I can’t keep my hands off you.” It was times like this that her sweet Georgia accent made Beca melt.

 The brunette laughed, clapping a hand over her mouth. “Jesus... are all creatures of the night as horny as you are, Beale? Not that I’m complaining in the least!”

 “I'm not a representative of ALL creatures of the night...” Chloe protested gently. “But sex is a big thing for vampires. Sex, blood and causing chaos are about the only things vamps can really take pleasure from. Otherwise, our lives are long and boring, you know?”

 “I take it not all vampires hold down a full-time job the way you do?” the slayer asked thoughtfully.

 “Very few do actually,” the redhead shrugged. She nuzzled her lover’s neck, breathing in her scent as she cupped her breasts and caressed gently, sending waves of pleasure from her nipples to her clit. “But you know I’m different. I’m not one for causing chaos these days.”

 “Mmmmm...” Beca moaned softly as Chloe’s fangs scraped gently along her skin. “If you’re hungry, go ahead,” she said then with a smile.

 “Thanks, but it’s ok,” the vampire sighed. “I just like hearing how your blood rushes faster when I do that.” She giggled then. “Admit it. You totally have a fang fetish!”

 “Do not!” the slayer exclaimed indignantly at the same time as acknowledging to herself that it might in fact be true, when it came to Chloe. The best orgasms she’d ever experienced had been when her lover was feeding from her while her fingers were inside her.

 “I believe you, millions wouldn’t,” the redhead chuckled. Beca loved the way the vampire's fangs made her speech sound slightly lisped. It was ridiculously cute. She was about to draw her lover in for another kiss when there was a sudden thudding against the front door of the basement apartment. Chloe listened, tilting her head, then sighed heavily. “Shit.”

 “What is it?” the slayer asked.

 “It’s Aubrey, my... um...” Chloe swallowed, face turning deadly serious. “You should go out the back, Beca.”

 “Oh my God. Chloe, are you married? Or dating someone else?” Beca asked, halfway between upset and indignant.

 The thudding was louder now.

 “No, of course not,” the vampire refuted as she got out of bed and pulled on a shirt and jeans. “Aubrey and I aren’t together anymore. She’s my sire, Beca, and if she finds you here, she’ll kill you. You need to get out now.”

 “Too late,” a voice purred from the doorway and Chloe whirled to find her maker watching them with her arms folded, face fully transformed into the demon she was. “You made dinner, Chlo. How thoughtful.”

 Aubrey lunged forward but Chloe moved faster than a blink of an eye to put herself in front of Beca, catching her by the shoulders and stopping her dead. “Back off, Aubs,” she said, holding her hands up then, but not yet morphing.

 The blonde tutted unhappily. “Getting your soul back really has turned you into an unsufferable bore, Beale.”

 “I can take care of myself, Chloe,” Beca said evenly as she quickly pulled her own clothes on and got her stake out, holding it tightly in her hand.

 “Oooohhhh.... Oh my God... is this...? You’re fucking the slayer?” Aubrey laughed incredulously. “Wow, I’m almost but not quite five steps away from being impressed.” She perched her hands on her hips. “She’s so tiny though. I thought she’d be bigger than just a bite. Do you have to ration her?”

 “I’m more than enough to handle you,” the slayer spat, but Chloe glanced back, making big eyes at her.

 “Not helping, Beca,” she sing-songed tightly. Then she turned back to her friend. “Listen... I know how this looks but... this isn’t just... I care about her, Aubrey. A lot.”

 The blonde laughed and shook her head. “She’s a human, Chloe! And the slayer! Do your kind a great service… Kill her!”

 “NO!” the redhead exclaimed as her face fully morphed into its heavy-browed version. “I’m NOT going to hurt her and I’m NOT going to let YOU hurt her either!”

 “Chloe, let me take her down!” the slayer said angrily.

 “No, Beca! I’m not going to let you hurt Aubrey either. She's my best friend!”

 The trio glared at each other, but Beca finally eased back, her feelings for Chloe making the decision for her. God, it was complicated. “Alright,” she said, holding up her hands and then pushing her stake into her back pocket. “Let’s just talk.”

 “There’s nothing to talk about,” Aubrey said, folding her arms stubbornly and looking away. “You have twenty-four hours, Chloe. Choose. And if you choose her, you BOTH die.”

 “Aubrey, wait,” the redhead begged as her friend turned and walked away. “Please?”

 “Choose, Chlo,” Aubrey demanded from the doorway, then blinked away.

 “Fuck,” Chloe sighed as she dropped heavily onto the bed, face morphing back to fully human. “She’s as stubborn as a cat.”

 “That was Aubrey Posen, right?” Beca asked softly as she sat down and put her arm around her lover’s shoulders. “She’s over six hundred years old.”

 “Yeah,” the vampire nodded, pushing her hair back and resting her forearms on her thighs. “She was already very old when I was a newborn. She’s very powerful.”

 There was quiet between them for a long moment, then Beca cleared her throat softly. “You have to break up with me, don’t you.” It wasn't really a question. “We have to go back to being enemies.”

 “Don’t do that,” Chloe said gently. “Don’t be selfless. I don’t want you to be. Don’t you want to fight for us?”

 “Of COURSE I do,” Beca replied. “But I’m not the only one in this relationship and you’ve known Aubrey much longer than...”

 Chloe held up a hand. “Aubrey will just have to get over it because... because, I’m in love with you and I don’t want to break up,” she stated calmly. There was another beat of silence. “I don’t expect you to say it back, but I want you to know how I...”

 But Beca’s lips silenced her as she kissed her wantonly. “I don’t ever want to lose you,” the slayer whispered then as she cupped the redhead’s face between her palms and searched her eyes. “I love you too much to survive it.” Then she smiled teasingly. “Wait... you’re not glamouring me, are you?”

 Chloe couldn’t help but laugh at the familiar joke between them. “No, you fell in love with me all on your own.” She sobered then. “Listen, I’ll talk to Aubrey and make her understand.”

 “And if you can’t?” Beca asked worriedly.

 The vampire looked away; eyes distant. “Then she and I will fight.”

 Xx

 Chloe had, despite Beca’s argument that she was the slayer and well able to take care of herself, walked her girlfriend home after dark before heading out to her Barden clinic. The vampire had been a vet for a very long time and owned several practices around the United States that she regularly visited. It was a large part of her fortune, and she had trustworthy managers at each one to run things for her when she wasn’t there. She was also licensed to practice veterinary medicine in many states. It was a lot of upkeep but worth it. She could take the certification renewal exams in her sleep at this point.

 She was walking past the Barden Cemetery when a voice she knew as well as her own made her slow down and chuckle. Her best friend was so cliché at times.

 “I know you think I’m being harsh,” Aubrey said as she stepped up to the fence and leaned against it, looking down at her manicure.

 Chloe shrugged nonchalantly. “No, I think you’re just being you. I get it, Aubs. We’re vampires and we’re supposed to eat humans. You’re not wrong... but that’s just not me anymore, and it’s never going to change.”

 The blonde levitated over the fence and landed next to her friend. “I can smell it on you, you know.”

 “Smell what?” the redhead asked.

 “Love. There was a time I smelled it when you were with me.”

 Chloe looked away, shoving her hands into her pockets. “I get why you’re upset,” she finally said. “I never thought I’d ever feel this way again. I...” She sighed. “Getting my soul back was the most painful thing that ever happened to me, Aubrey, and I know we lost us because of it.” She looked back, meeting her best friend’s eyes solidly. “But being truly honest, for me, losing Beca would be worse.”

 “But why her?” the blonde asked, lifting her hands in exasperation.

 “Why Samuel?” Chloe countered.

 “That’s not fair,” Aubrey growled.

 “How is it any different, Aubrey?!” the redhead demanded. “You fell in love with a human just like I fell in love with Beca.”

 “Yes, but I killed him,” the blonde said bitterly.

 “Because you had no choice,” the younger woman added, tone softer. “He was a hunter, and he was going to kill you after he found out what you were. Beca...”

 “IS THE SLAYER!” Aubrey stabbed a finger into her friend’s chest. “She’ll try to kill you sooner or later, Chlo.”

 “Is that what you’re worried about?” Chloe asked gently, taking her best friend's hand and holding it. “Beca loves me, Aubs. She’s not going to hurt me. We’ve been dating for months, and it’s been...”

 She stopped talking as Aubrey yanked her hand back and then grabbed her by the throat, lifting her off the ground. “Months?! This has been going on for months?!”

 Blue eyes filled with tears. “I love her, Aubrey. Please don’t try to take her away from me because I won’t let you and I don’t want to lose you either.”

 For a long moment, they stared at each other. Then the blonde tossed her friend away from her, as if she was nothing. “Love,” she spat, looking down at Chloe where she was sprawled on the ground. “Love never works out for creatures of the night, Chloe. Kill her... or I will.”

 Then Aubrey was gone before Chloe even had a chance to reply. She picked herself up off the ground, shaking her head as she dusted herself off. “I hate it when she does that,” she muttered, then turned to trudge the last mile to her clinic.

 Xx

 “You know,” Beca sighed as she swung her legs back and forth. She was sitting on top of a mausoleum, waiting to slay newly risen vampires and chatting with her girlfriend on the phone. Chloe had told her about her encounter with Aubrey earlier in the evening. “She’s actually a terrible friend.”

 “She wasn’t always like that,” the redhead sighed. “She used to be uptight but fun. Now she’s just uptight and cruel and I don’t know how to help her.”

 “Were you like that… before?” Beca asked tentatively.

 “No…” Chloe sighed again. “I was a lot more chaotic but basically the same… but without the guilt.” She chuckled. “I was never really one for playing with my food.”

 The slayer heard yapping in the background. “Is that a puppy?” she asked.

 “It’s my lunch,” Chloe deadpanned, making her girlfriend gasp indignantly.

 “Not even in jest, Beale! You can’t make jokes about eating puppies like that!”

 “I’m sorry, Baby,” the vampire giggled. “I promise no puppies will be harmed in the making of my lunch.”

 “What are you having?” Beca asked curiously.

 “Nothing. I’m still full, from having you earlier,” Chloe replied. Beca could see the vampire’s eyebrow waggle in her mind’s eye.

 “Perv,” she teased.

 “You should have seen her a hundred years ago,” Aubrey suddenly said, stepping out of the darkness into the glow of the streetlight. “She made sailors blush.”

 “Uh… Chloe, I have to go. Aubrey’s here,” Beca said slowly, then hung up and shoved her phone into her pocket. “I assume you’re here to give me the shovel talk about not hurting your best friend, etcetera?”

 The blonde grinned a little. “I think we’re past that, don’t you? I know you have a plan to kill her. Why are you waiting? Are you trying to get information out of her first? Information about her six-hundred-year-old sire, maybe?”

 The brunette shook her head disbelievingly. “Um… paranoid much?” Blonde eyebrows lifted but the vampire just shrugged. “I didn’t even KNOW you were Chloe’s sire until the first time you and I met.”

 “Bullshit,” Aubrey chuckled. “I’m always the first vampire new slayers come after.”

 Beca shrugged this time. “My watcher is constantly telling me I need to study more, but I tend to focus on what’s around me to battle. I don’t care about vampires that aren’t here in Barden.” Her eyes narrowed then. “You should have stayed away, Aubrey, because now, I care about you.”

 The blonde scratched her head. “And... am I supposed to be afraid of you?” she asked, scoffing a little.

 “I think you shouldn’t underestimate her,” Chloe said as she skidded to a stop. “Hi, Baby.”

 “Hi, Beautiful.” The slayer hopped down from the roof of the mausoleum and bounced on her toes a little. “So, what’s going to happen tonight, Ms. Posen? Are we going to talk this out? Or am I going to kick your ass to hell?”

 “You gotta hand it to her,” Aubrey said, looking at Chloe. “She’s brave in the face of death.”

 “You have no idea,” the redhead chuckled. “She has skills too. I fought her seventeen times and even reading her mind, I couldn’t beat her.”

 Beca’s mouth dropped open. “But... you said you weren’t trying to kill me.”

 Her girlfriend shrugged sheepishly. “I wasn’t… but I WAS trying to beat you the first few times. You’re just a better and more motivated fighter than I am. I kinda lost interest in it after…”

 “You got your soul back,” Beca and Aubrey said at the same time, the blonde vampire punctuating her words with an eyeroll. Chloe just shrugged again and started pacing a little.

 “So,” she said then. “What do we do? Aubs, I think you’ve figured out that Beca and I aren’t going to give each other up. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be here. So… make your decision. Are we going to fight or are you going to get over it?”

 The older woman sighed and shook her head. “You’re infuriating, Beale.” She perched her hands on her hips. “But fuck it. I’m washing my hands of it. If you want to be with a slayer, it’s your funeral!”

 “Been there, done that,” Chloe teased, but she knew she’d won the battle before the battle had even begun.

 “Ugh,” Aubrey exclaimed. “Infuriating! Don’t expect me to be nice to her!”

 “And don’t expect ME to be nice to HER,” Beca added, although it was fairly half-hearted. She had to admit that a part of her was slightly terrified of the commanding blonde, even if she hadn’t been a six-hundred-year-old vampire.

 “We can work on that,” the redhead grinned. “Baby steps, right?”

 “Jesus Christ… I need a damn drink,” Aubrey stated. “An ALCOHOLIC one!”

 “Find a bar then,” Beca said.

 “Uh… that’s not…” Chloe began. Then she shook her head. “You know what, never mind. That works too.” Beca tilted her head in question, but Aubrey was already walking away to find a drunk victim. Two birds with one stone. The redhead chuckled softly. “I’ll explain later. Let’s get out of here.”

 And hand in hand, they headed toward the vampire’s clinic.

 Beca looked carefully at her girlfriend, who seemed relaxed and happy. “That puppy’s really ok, right?”

 Chloe just rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Bec.”

[istumpysk]

Operation Stumpy Re-Read

ASOS: Samwell II (Chapter 33)

The long chapters are slowly breaking me down.

"I fed you what I could, but you crows are always hungry. I'm a godly man, else I would have chased you off. You think I need the likes of him, dying on my floor? You think I need all your mouths, little man?" The wildling spat. "Crows. When did a black bird ever bring good to a man's hall, I ask you? Never. Never."

I knew I shouldn't trust that Bloodraven!

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Knights are supposed to defend women and children. Only a few of the black brothers were knights, but even so . . . We all say the words, Sam thought. I am the shield that guards the realms of men. A woman was a woman, even a wildling woman. We should help her. We should.

Wow, look at this naive fool, who still believes in the virtue of chivalry.

Hopefully he's punished for it.

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There had been no attacks while they had been at Craster's, neither wights nor Others. Nor would there be, Craster said. "A godly man got no cause to fear such. I said as much to that Mance Rayder once, when he come sniffing round. He never listened, no more'n you crows with your swords and your bloody fires. That won't help you none when the white cold comes. Only the gods will help you then. You best get right with the gods."

If Craster can broker a deal with the Others, surely Bran can as well.

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Ulmer, stooped and grey-bearded and loose of skin and limb, stepped to the mark and pulled an arrow from the quiver at his waist. In his youth he had been an outlaw, a member of the infamous Kingswood Brotherhood. He claimed he'd once put an arrow through the hand of the White Bull of the Kingsguard to steal a kiss from the lips of a Dornish princess. He had stolen her jewels too, and a chest of golden dragons, but it was the kiss he liked to boast of in his cups.

Wasn't that Elia?

We get a bit of Kingswood Brotherhood backstory in this chapter. I'm not sure of the relevance if there is any. Arya, and the Brotherhood without Banners have the next chapter.

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"Slayer," he called. "Come, show us how you slew the Other." He held out the tall yew longbow.

Sam turned red. "It wasn't an arrow, it was a dagger, dragonglass . . ." He knew what would happen if he took the bow. He would miss the butt and send the arrow sailing over the dike off into the trees. Then he'd hear the laughter.

We keep returning to Samwell and archery throughout both ASOS and AFFC.

I don't know what to make of it, but I'm laser focused on the fact that he's nicknamed Sam the Slayer, and has killed an Other.

Is Sam going to figure out how to bring one of those dragons down? Your family burning alive might be good motivation for something like that.

+.+.+

Whenever Sam thought of the cache Jon had found buried beneath the Fist, it made him want to cry. There'd been dagger blades and spearheads, and two or three hundred arrowheads at least. Jon had made daggers for himself, Sam, and Lord Commander Mormont, and he'd given Sam a spearhead, an old broken horn, and some arrowheads. Grenn had taken a handful of arrowheads as well, but that was all.

So now all they had was Mormont's dagger and the one Sam had given Grenn, plus nineteen arrows and a tall hardwood spear with a black dragonglass head.

What's with the number nineteen? There's nineteen dragon skulls in the Red Keep, there's nineteen castles along the Wall, and earlier in this chapter we're reminded Craster has nineteen wives.

There were nineteen skulls. The oldest was more than three thousand years old; the youngest a mere century and a half. - Tyrion II, AGOT

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The Watch had built nineteen great strongholds along the Wall, but only three were still occupied: Eastwatch on its grey windswept shore, the Shadow Tower hard by the mountains where the Wall ended, and Castle Black between them, at the end of the kingsroad. - Jon III, AGOT

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Craster had nineteen wives, but none who'd dare interfere once he started up that ladder. - Samwell II, ASOS

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"Yes," said Sam, "but is it the cold that brings the wights, or the wights that bring the cold?"

"Who cares?" Grenn's axe sent wood chips flying. "They come together, that's what matters. Hey, now that we know that dragonglass kills them, maybe they won't come at all. Maybe they're frightened of us now!"

I wouldn't be surprised to learn there's some truth to this.

+.+.+

Sam wished he could believe that, but it seemed to him that when you were dead, fear had no more meaning than pain or love or duty.

I am reminded of Beric Dondarrion who never abandoned his duty to King Robert, and Catelyn Stark who's driven by pain.

+.+.+

The dragonglass dagger had melted the pale thing in the woods, true . . . but Grenn was talking like it would do the same to the wights. We don't know that, he thought. We don't know anything, really. I wish Jon was here.

Spoiler alert!

Dragonglass does not kill wights!

It's useless against them, actually. Steel and fire kill wights. The television show lied to you.

Samwell Tarly threw himself forward and plunged the dagger down into Small Paul's back. Half-turned, the wight never saw him coming. The raven gave a shriek and took to the air. "You're dead!" Sam screamed as he stabbed. "You're dead, you're dead." He stabbed and screamed, again and again, tearing huge rents in Paul's heavy black cloak. Shards of dragonglass flew everywhere as the blade shattered on the iron mail beneath the wool. - Samwell III, ASOS

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Sam cleared his throat. "S-sire. The dagger . . . the dragonglass only shattered when I tried to stab a wight."

Melisandre smiled. "Necromancy animates these wights, yet they are still only dead flesh. Steel and fire will serve for them. The ones you call the Others are something more." - Samwell V, ASOS

Are you now wondering why Samwell Tarly sent Jon to Dragonstone to mine a resource that's useless against a wight army? Good, you should be.

+.+.+

He had a dragonglass dagger too, but did he think to use it? Is he lying dead and frozen in some ravine . . . or worse, is he dead and walking?

All of the above.

+.+.+

The spearmen at the gate shouted a challenge, and the Old Bear returned a gruff, "Who in seven hells do you think goes there? Did the Others take your eyes?" He rode between the gateposts, one bearing a ram's skull and the other the skull of a bear, then reined up, raised a fist, and whistled.

There's that bear skull again. Jeor, I would leave.

+.+.+

We lost sight of the true enemy. And now he's here, but we don't know how to fight him. Is dragonglass made by dragons, as the smallfolk like to say?"

"The m-maesters think not," Sam stammered. "The maesters say it comes from the fires of the earth. They call it obsidian."

Mormont snorted. "They can call it lemon pie for all I care. If it kills as you claim, I want more of it."

[...]

Sam had almost forgotten about the wildlings, so much had happened since. "The children of the forest used dragonglass blades," he said. "They'd know where to find obsidian."

Samwell Tarly is tasked with finding more dragonglass.

Samwell Tarly.

It's barely a footnote in Jon's story.

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"How great a fool are you?" the old man said within, his voice choked and angry. "Even if Craster gave us the child, he'd be dead before we reached the Wall. We need a newborn babe to care for near as much as we need more snow. Do you have milk to feed him in those big teats of yours? Or did you mean to take the mother too?"

You could buy some formula, like Ned Stark.

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When Craster's wives brought onions, he seized one eagerly. One side was black with rot, but he cut that part off with his dagger and ate the good half raw.

George R. R. Martin isn't a fan of Melisandre's way of thinking.

"What if I am? It seems to me that most men are grey."

"If half of an onion is black with rot, it is a rotten onion. A man is good, or he is evil." - Davos II, ACOK

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"Two loaves?" Clubfoot Karl complained from down the bench. "How stupid are you women? We need more bread than this!"

[...]

"Hams," Garth of Oldtown said, in a reverent voice. "There were pigs, last time we come. I bet he's got hams hid someplace. Smoked and salted hams, and bacon too."

"Sausage," said Dirk. "Them long black ones, they're like rocks, they keep for years. I bet he's got a hundred hanging in some cellar."

"Oats," suggested Ollo Lophand. "Corn. Barley."

"Corn," said Mormont's raven, with a flap of the wings. "Corn, corn, corn, corn, corn."

"Enough," said Lord Commander Mormont over the bird's raucous calls. "Be quiet, all of you. This is folly."

"Apples," said Garth of Greenaway. "Barrels and barrels of crisp autumn apples. There are apple trees out there, I saw 'em."

A lack of food always seems to be the core issue in every mutiny.

I'm not sure how much of this is planned. Karl, Dirk, and Ollo were all involved with Chett's plan to murder Jeor and desert the Night's Watch.

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One instant Craster was coming after him spitting curses. The next he was spitting blood. Dirk had grabbed him by the hair, yanked his head back, and opened his throat ear to ear with one long slash.

[...]

"The gods will curse us," he cried. "There is no crime so foul as for a guest to bring murder into a man's hall. By all the laws of the hearth, we—"

"There are no laws beyond the Wall, old man. Remember?" Dirk grabbed one of Craster's wives by the arm, and shoved the point of his bloody dirk up under her chin. "Show us where he keeps the food, or you'll get the same as he did, woman."

"Unhand her." Mormont took a step. "I'll have your head for this, you—"

Garth of Greenaway blocked his path, and Ollo Lophand yanked him back. They both had blades in hand. "Hold your tongue," Ollo warned. Instead the Lord Commander grabbed for his dagger. Ollo had only one hand, but that was quick. He twisted free of the old man's grasp, shoved the knife into Mormont's belly, and yanked it out again, all red. And then the world went mad.

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"You must. Must tell them."

"Tell them what, my lord?" Sam asked politely.

"All. The Fist. The wildlings. Dragonglass. This. All." His breathing was very shallow now, his voice a whisper. "Tell my son. Jorah. Tell him, take the black. My wish. Dying wish."

"Wish?" The raven cocked its head, beady black eyes shining. "Corn?" the bird asked.

"No corn," said Mormont feebly. "Tell Jorah. Forgive him. My son. Please. Go."

Tell the story, Sam! Write it all down for us.

Samwell's tasked with finding more dragonglass, AND he's given Jeor Mormont's dying wish. Hmmm.

+.+.+

Gilly was crying. "Me and the babe. Please. I'll be your wife, like I was Craster's. Please, ser crow. He's a boy, just like Nella said he'd be. If you don't take him, they will."

"They?" said Sam, and the raven cocked its black head and echoed, "They. They. They."

"The boy's brothers," said the old woman on the left. "Craster's sons. The white cold's rising out there, crow. I can feel it in my bones. These poor old bones don't lie. They'll be here soon, the sons."

If Craster has nineteen daughter-wives (plus some extra younger ones), it's not beyond the realm of possibility that he also has nineteen sons.

Final thoughts:

Okay, let's summarize, because I have a point I'm trying to make.

Sam is given all the dragonglass that Jon found buried.

Sam the Slayer kills a White Walker with that dragonglass.

Sam is instructed to locate more obsidian. He'll later dedicate himself to learning all there is to know about the previous Long Night.

Sam is given Jeor Mormont's dying wish, which must be relayed to Jorah Mormont. Remember, Jorah Mormont doesn't have greyscale in the books, and likely won't be heading to the Citadel anytime soon. When and where will they meet?

"Tell my son. Jorah. Tell him, take the black. My wish. Dying wish." - Samwell II, ASOS

Sam is told by Stannis there is obsidian currently being mined on Dragonstone for the sole purpose of the war against the dead. Stannis tells Sam he plans to send the obsidian to the Wall, but may not hold the castle for long.

I have sent word to Ser Rolland my castellan to begin mining it. I will not hold Dragonstone for very much longer, I fear, but perhaps the Lord of Light shall grant us enough frozen fire to arm ourselves against these creatures, before the castle falls. - Samwell V, ASOS

So, Sam is already fully aware that dragonglass is currently being mined on Dragonstone. He's also aware it doesn't kill wights. He will not be reading that in a book at the Citadel, and then sending the King in the North on an adventure across the continent to gather a resource they don't require a lot of.

Melisandre smiled. "Necromancy animates these wights, yet they are still only dead flesh. Steel and fire will serve for them. The ones you call the Others are something more." - Samwell V, ASOS

Sam is sent south with Aemon Targaryen, hunting for narrative purpose.

Aemon dies. Sam is now in possession of Aemon Targaryen's preserved dead body in a cask of rum, because they couldn't burn the body on a ship. Convenient.

Aemon's rambling last words were to be with Daenerys. What do we usually do with dead high nobility? We return them to their ancestral home.

Once he woke up weeping. "The dragon must have three heads," he wailed, "but I am too old and frail to be one of them. I should be with her, showing her the way, but my body has betrayed me." - Samwell IV, AFFC

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The Targaryens always gave their fallen to the flames. Quhuru Mo would not allow a funeral pyre aboard the Cinnamon Wind, so Aemon's corpse had been stuffed inside a cask of blackbelly rum to preserve it until the ship reached Oldtown. - Samwell IV, ASOS

Samwell meets Archmaster Marwyn at the Citadel. After relaying his story to Marwyn, Marwyn declares he’s off to find Daenerys Targaryen in Meereen, and instructs Sam to stay put. That sounds like a liaison to me.

Remember the Cinnamon Wind captained by Quhuru Mo? Daenerys meets Quhuru Mo, captain of the Cinnamon Wind, in ACOK.

Dany laughed. "And will see more of them one day, I hope. Come to me in King's Landing when I am on my father's throne, and you shall have a great reward." - Daenerys ACOK

The Cinnamon Wind is the ship that carried Samwell, and Aemon to Oldtown. It's the same ship that now carries Marwyn to Daenerys in Meereen. It's all adding up now, isn't it?

Finally, we can safely assume Daenerys is going to fire roast a good chunk of Samwell Tarly's family. Do you think that might hold a bit more weight if those two characters have met and interacted?

My question to you all is the following:

Is it starting to sound like someone other than Jon Snow will be travelling to Dragonstone in the books?

Because I think it's kind of obvious the show stole another character's storyline to force a meeting between two leads that shouldn't have happened.

The end.

Happy to finally get that off my chest.

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[augment-techs]

Just little pieces of PR art that I adore looking at over and over again.  We’re starting off strong here with Dan Mora’s early version of Billy. Soft, vulnerable, squishy, fluffy Billy. With his adorable glasses, and too big shirt and eyes that were always beautifully done, but especially here in this one panel.

From Power Rangers: Pink, here we have a shot of Kimberly going rogue lone wolf, much like her boyfriend, with her hair down and unmade. I am still unsure whether or not this jacket is entirely her own doing or she stole it off of Tommy, but I always appreciate how well it fits in this setting, as opposed to her usual wardrobe.

Early days Tommy by Kyle Higgins, when he was still undoubtedly native in appearance and not terribly white washed in any glaringly obvious way. His clothes were always nice in this version, but his eyes and hair and skin tone were *chef’s kiss* ALWAYS.

This bit from our early introductions to the Coinless Universe. Now, while it’s a bit more grunge and dark than I would appreciate at any other time, this panel managed to give me two hits of the warm fuzzies in one go: Zack encouraging Billy and Bulk calling Zack ‘SIR’. It’s a little thing, but oh how sweet it is~

Not entirely one of my favorite alternative covers for GGPR, but I always like the more...meta...pieces. Plus LOOK AT TRINI’S GLASSES.

When you simultaneously feel so great for Billy sticking up for himself to teach Bulk a lesson he needs to learn, and yet, also feel a liiiiiiiiiiiiiiittle bad for the punk(s) in question. Just a smidge, but *pokes Bulk* honey no.

For now, for now, for now, my favorite picture of Skull in the GGPR series and, possibly, MM and PR, as a whole. The moment you realize HE FUCKING KNOWS he’s being used, but he’s a good guy who knows Kim needs this. He’ll let it play out, even though he doesn’t like it. Squeeze that unicorn Skull, you’ve earned it baby boy.

Mother Hen Bulk is best Bulk. This is his first appearance, and I will love forever ALL of this panel.

Honestly? I hate this art style, it is WAY too shiny for me. BUT--Drakkon looks both awesome and stupid at the same time. What is there not to love?

As far as I can tell, this unnamed Mastodon Sentry in Ranger Slayer was a one-off little guy; certainly he was not Adam. However, my eye always get drawn to that cute little circle on the white of his chest, with the little house and little heart and I WANT this to be someone we know. Like, a character that was supposed to be a Ranger before Drakkon fucked everything up, a background character that was never a Ranger and got roped into this; something. (So until they say otherwise, little Mastodon, I dub you World of the Coinless Devin de Valle.)

[fandom-imagines-stories]

Worth the World

Spike x Reader

Words: 2459

Summary: On a particularly bad day, the reader can barely bring herself to get out of bed. Spike does his best to comfort his girlfriend without being overbearing. 

Notes: This is inspired by one of my favorite fics ever by @suckmysupernatural. I got this idea when having a depressive episode myself, so I hope you guys enjoy a little comfort fic with one of my favorite vamps. Plus, I’ve never written for Spike before and since I’m getting back into Buffy, I thought this would be the perfect time. (Also, this is entirely based on my own experience, so it might not be everyone’s experience with this kind of thing {but please be nice, I just used a few of the things I felt so it’s all based on my own emotions and insecurities!}) Enjoy!

Warnings: Depression, self-loathing, anxiety (This imagine was really just a way for me to put down my emotions and write something comforting, but I hope you all like it too)

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You didn’t want to move. You weren’t really sure if you could. Your limbs just felt… heavy. Forcing your legs to move, you slowly swung them over the side of the bed, using all the strength you could muster to sit up straight. 

It wasn’t that something terrible had happened. In fact, the day before had gone pretty well. You’d spent most of it watching movies with Willow and Buffy and, when the sunset, you went on a long evening walk with your boyfriend. There were no deadly forces plotting world domination, no vengeful vamps after you or your friends. Hell, your favorite restaurant was open and you brought home leftovers for breakfast. 

Now, the idea of eating made your stomach turn. You managed to shuffle your way to the kitchen of your apartment, but just stood in front of the counter, leaning on the marble top for support. Just standing there felt like it took every ounce of energy you had. It was almost painful, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. You did your best to keep them from falling. You had places to be today, meeting up with the gang and  you didn’t want to worry them with your moping. 

With slow steps, you made your way back to your room to get dressed. Of course, most of your clothes were dirty and you didn’t care enough to wash them. So you threw a sweatshirt over your pajama top and put on some shoes, hoping no one would ask about it. You caught your reflection and felt that dark, empty feeling in your chest grow. Pathetic. Your shoulders sagged forward and you blinked away more tears as you watched them well in your eyes. You didn’t have the right to feel like this. How much had Buffy been through and she still greeted every day with a smile. Everything was perfect and yet you were pathetic enough to still want to crawl back into bed. You just hoped that you would feel better by the time you saw everyone. Especially Spike. 

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You sat with your legs pulled up to your chest. Xander and Willow were debating whether or not using wooden bullets would be a good vamp killer. Buffy was listening in amusement and Giles just looked exasperated, distracting himself by putting books back in their proper place on the shelves. No one said anything about your pajamas. You actually felt kind of invisible, like no one even really knew you were there. It made the empty feeling that much worse. 

“What do you think, Y/N?” 

“Xander, don’t you think that’s a little insensitive?”

“What? It’s not like we’re planning on dusting her boyfriend. Even if he is annoying and evil and-”

“Xander.” Willow said sternly. When you looked up, everyone’s eyes were on you. 

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t really paying attention.” Your voice held little to no emotion. You were almost too exhausted to feel anything. You just felt hollow. 

“If I shot Spike with a wooden bullet do you think he would, you know,” Xander made a motion with his hands that was meant to simulate a vampire dying. “Just theoretically, of course.” 

Everyone was expecting a witty remark. You and Xander were close and teased each other often, especially about your relationship with Spike. Instead, you just shrugged, your eyes fixating on a spot on the table. 

“Maybe.” 

The group collectively exchanged a look of concern, but didn’t press anything. After all, what reason could there be for you to be upset? They knew that if something had happened with Spike, you would tell them and there weren’t any recent deaths to worry about, so they continued on with their playful conversations about breaking curses and some movie that they had watched recently. It felt like you were intruding- like an unwanted bystander that everyone wished would just disappear. While no one had said anything like that, the thoughts filled your head nonetheless. 

This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened, but you’d never told them. An episode like this hadn’t happened in months so you had hoped they had stopped. Some days you were as happy as you ever had been, but others you felt like a burden. Worthless and pathetic- pitying yourself for no reason at all. 

Spike didn’t even know, even after almost a year of dating. You never dreamed of telling him. Spike was always saying that you were the strong one. You were the one that helped him through every day of his endless living. He got his soul for you. What would he say if he saw you like this? If he knew the doubts and loathing going through your head. He would know that you’re weak and vulnerable and you didn’t want that to happen. 

So you didn’t tell them. You kept all of your thoughts inside of you as they ate away at your mind. On the outside, you just looked tired. Everyone knew that you stayed awake into the late hours because of Spike, so you hoped that’s what they would think. You were tired, but it wasn’t from lack of sleep. It was like your body just wanted to give up. Maybe if you could just wake yourself up, everything would go back to normal. 

Buffy and Willow went out for coffee, so you went with them, hoping the caffeine would be enough to shake you out of this. Instead, it just made you more jumpy and anxious. The cup shook in your hand, but you kept drinking, still hoping that it would give you enough energy to fake it. This, like your out-of-it demeanor, did not go unnoticed. 

“Hey, are you feeling okay?” Buffy asked, suddenly stopping her conversation with Willow about shoes. At first, you didn’t realize she was talking to you. You were so focused on the thoughts swarming around in your head, you hadn’t noticed they were both looking at you with concern. 

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” 

“Because you’ve been spacing out all morning. What’s going on?” 

“I guess I’m just tired.” You shrugged, grimacing from the effort the small movement took. 

“Are you sure? Did Spike do something stupid, because you know I’ll-”

“Really, Buffy, I’m okay. I think I just need to go home and rest for a while.” You finished the rest of the coffee, feeling your heart beat faster as the anxiety built up in your chest. “I’ll see you guys later, okay?” 

“Okay.” Buffy gave you a skeptical glance and Willow smiled sincerely.

“Feel better, Y/N.” 

“I’ll see you guys later.” You faked the best smile you could before turning away from them. 

“Is she going to be okay?” Willow wondered, watching the way you nervously messed with the hem of your shirt as you walked. Buffy narrowed her eyes and grabbed her bag. 

“I don’t know, but if she won’t talk to us about it, there’s one person she will.” 

“Oh do we have to go there? You know that place gives me the creeps.” Willow whined. Buffy just gave her a look and the two trekked off in search of your sun-hating boyfriend. 

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You stood in the middle of your living room as the tears slowly started to pour down your cheeks. The coffee must have given you enough energy to cry and now you couldn’t stop. You couldn’t speak, you couldn’t move, you just stood, frozen by the overwhelming emptiness inside you. Pathetic. Useless. Worthless. Everything was swirling around your head, breaking you down further until you had to lean against the window sill to stay standing. 

You could faintly hear something outside your door, but you made no motion to open it. It sounded far away, or maybe you were just blocking it out. All you could hear was your heart pounding, along with the hundreds of doubts rattling in your head. It was until the door burst open that you flinched. 

“First, the slayer comes banging on my crypt, telling me that something’s wrong and then you leave me to break down your door- if I could die, you would have scared me to death. Why didn’t you open the door?” Spike huffed in frustration. You didn’t turn around. Frankly, you hardly noticed he was there. His irritation quickly faded, replaced by worry. “Y/N, love, what is it?” 

You still didn’t respond, keeping your back turned with your hands clinging to the window sill to keep from falling. Spike approached you slowly and you thought you heard his footsteps, but part of you thought you were just imagining him. Why would he come for you? It was the middle of the day and the sun was high in the sky. A rush of guilt washed over you. He came here despite the danger of being burned and you didn’t even have a reason. You’d put him at risk for your own pitiful problems. 

“Darling, why won’t you look at me?” He took another step towards you, but stopped. The sun’s rays created a shield around you, preventing him from pulling you into his arms. “If you could just lower the blinds, that would make this far less awkward.” 

“You d-didn’t need to come here. T-the sun.” You stammered. You wanted to reach for the curtains, but you still couldn’t move your arms without your legs giving out. 

“A little sunlight isn’t going to stop from me from getting to you,” he said sincerely. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him rush to the window, the sound of his skin sizzling in the light made you let go of the ledge. Your legs buckled just as he got the curtains closed. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” You had hurt him. All you had to do was reach up and shut out the sunlight and you couldn’t even do that. He burned himself just to reach you. 

“It’s alright. I’ve got you. It’s alright.” He held you up for a moment before sinking to the floor to hold you in his lap. “I’ve got you love, I’ve got you.” 

“Y-you shouldn’t be here, Spike. I’m not-” You hid your face from his view so he would see the tears. “I’m not worth all of this. There’s something wrong with me. One minute I’m fine and the next I’m like this and I don’t even know why. I don’t have a reason to feel like this. It’s like I’m… broken or something.” 

“You aren’t broken.” Spike said softly, tucking your head under his chin and gently rocking you back and forth. “You’re human.” 

He held you like that for a long while, not saying anything or even moving off of the floor. He didn’t make you look at him until he was sure you had relaxed enough. Putting a finger under your chin, he gently lifted your face to meet his. 

“I’m sorry about all this.” You sniffed, using your sleeve to wipe some of the dampness off your cheeks. 

“I don’t want to hear those worse from you for the rest of the day.” Spike gave you a small smile and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I would trek across deserts wrapped in a blanket if it meant being here with you. Every second is worth it.” Now, he lowered his lips down to yours for a slow, sweet kiss. When he pulled back, his eyes were shining with the soul of a man in love. “To me, love, you’re worth the world.” 

You stared into his eyes and knew that he meant every single word. While it didn’t chase away your doubts or the empty feeling in your chest, it helped you see that this feeling would end. And for now, that was enough. 

“I love you.” You whispered, pulling him closer. He kissed the top of your head. 

“I love you too, darling.” He hooked his arm under your knees and stood, holding you against his chest. “Now, why don’t I get you something to eat and we can spend the day in bed?” He wiggled his eyebrows. “I’ll behave, I promise.”

“Spike.” You laughed lightly. 

“There,” He beamed, “I knew I could get a smile.” 

He carried you into your room and placed you on your usual side of the bed, laying your fluffiest blanket over top of you. Then he vanished into your kitchen, the sound of your cupboards opening and shutting reminding you that he had no idea where anything was. It almost made you smile. He came back in with a bowl of your favorite cereal, a class of milk, and a thin leather bound journal. 

“What’s that?” You wondered as he climbed into the bed beside you. He handed you the cereal and milk and put his arm around you, pulling you close. 

“Eat your cereal.” He ordered teasingly, opening up to the first page. You tried to look over his shoulder, but he pulled the book away, laughing. “Do you want me to read or not?” 

“What is it?” Your curiosity made your tone amused and playful. You were starting to sound like you again. 

“Well, ever since I got this pesky soul back, I’ve had an unbearable amount of feelings running about in my head, so I figured I could at least put them to good use.” 

“Spike, are they…?” You perked up with excitement. He smiled sheepishly. 

“Poems.” He looked down at seemingly endless pages of his writings and back at you. “They’re mostly about you, of course. I thought, maybe, you’d like to hear them. See if they’d make you feel a little better.” You were almost too awestruck to nod. 

“I’d really like that.” 

With your cereal in hand, you curled up beside him, laying your head back against his shoulder. He read softly and slowly, his gentleness with his words almost lulling you to sleep. The poems were beautiful, forcing you to stay awake if only to hear one more word. Spike felt you relaxed against him as he read and paused his reading to kiss your forehead, then your cheek, and lastly your lips. 

You felt the emptiness for a few more days, but each day, he was by your side, making sure you ate and gave yourself time to breathe. By the time you started to feel normal again, he’d read most of his poems and continued to write more and you were able to go for your evening walks without feeling exhausted. Your friends were more than supportive and helped you through it all while still giving you the space you needed. 

It wasn’t the last time an episode like this happened, but now you always knew that, no matter what, you’d never be alone.

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Hostile 16

Pairing: spike x demon!reader

Request: not requested. Originally this was going to be a longer, multi-parted fic but I’ve stuck to a shorter story for now. Perhaps if you like it I could make another part in the future !!

Desc: You wake up locked up with no recollection of how you got there. Things soon become clear when a vampire winds up in the same place and you try and make your escape.

Warnings: allusion to violence by the initiative, violence/threat, swearing, biting and the reader and Spike don’t get on at least to begin

You had the mother of all headaches. It was more than any hangover. Than any blow to the head. Not just by your own experience, but you were sure that it was the worst in the history of the world. It killed. Half of you had been convinced you had actually died and this was some purgatory readying you for the impending hell you expected to find you at the end of your life.

You hadn’t led an evil life, per se, but you weren’t an angel. You tried your best to make good choices but increasingly found yourself caught up in ridiculous (and often dangerous) situations. Plus, hello, demon – you weren’t exactly expecting good things when you kicked the bucket. No heaven, no kind hand to greet you at your final breath. You see, nobody ever created statues or fine paintings to honour your kind. You had been shunned by many, even now, people had a tendency to see you as fickle no matter how you tried to prove them otherwise.

You were a demon, able to shift into different forms to suit your will. In your true form, you appeared human except for certain tells under direct light, such as scales that shimmered beneath your natural skin tone and the red of your eyes that you could only hide when you shifted forms completely.

This is the reason you had ended up here, your demon heritage, not that you knew that yet of course. You had come to on the floor where you had been dumped on arrival, where you had discovered the (possibly literally) worst headache on the planet. The room you were surrounded by was small. The fluorescents that didn’t appear to shut off no matter the time of day were so bright they were almost blinding. Direct lighting was hell for someone like you that liked to try to appear as human as possible when not shifting.

“Fuck” You mumbled more to yourself as you heard the angry buzzing of the current that was ensuring you were locked in the small cell you had been assigned. You were trapped. And, as you began to lose the blurring of your vision – you noticed there were others trapped with you. Demons of various shapes, sizes and colours surrounded you, looking just as miserable as you.

It wasn’t hard to figure out what you were doing here. You were here because you were a demon. This was confirmed to you when a soldier came to your cell, addressed you as hostile 16 before telling you to ‘eat up’ as a tray dropped from a hatch.

“Yeah, that’s not happening” you muttered.

You lived a solitary life seeing as people didn’t tend to trust you. No matter how hard you had tried people let you down, didn’t trust you or were just plain cruel. So, you learned to enjoy your own company. You were the only person you could rely on after all.

Eventually the empty cell opposite you was filled by a man that started to shout and pace before a bag of blood dropped from the ceiling. Vampire. He began to tear off the top when you couldn’t stop yourself from warning him.

“Don’t eat that. It’s obviously drugged” 

To which he dropped it and almost completely ignored you and instead continued to rant about the slayer finally getting funding.

“It’s, uh, not often you see this in a person but it might actually be possible that you were born yesterday. Did they cook you up in the lab or something?” You snapped, finally having enough of his ongoing commentary of every stupid thought that entered his head.

“Oh every buggers an expert now. You think you’re so smart well you’re still stuck in here like a useless hunk of nothing-”

“So, you agree? You’re a useless hunk of nothing?” You retorted catching him in his own words.

“Bugger off.”

“Suit yourself.”

This brand of interaction continued the more you both began to feel more and more trapped in the initiative. You periodically became irritated with each other as time went on. Between brief intervals of torture courtesy of the soldiers, of course. They didn’t speak much, just bark ‘hostile 16’ at you. You couldn’t tell the time in there, the lights were always on and you were struggling to stay sane with only the four walls for company. Even someone like you, who was used to being alone, was struggling in these conditions.

You needed to get out. And, you noticed that he appeared to be thinking the same thing.

Later on, you had returned to you cell after another run-in with the soldiers who had been merciless. They were testing how much pain it could take to make you shift into another form. It took a lot.

“Enjoy your trip, pet?” He said smugly, noting the black eye you were now sporting after your most recent

“Shut up”

“Make me” He smirked, “I could do this all night… or day?” He questioned, looking up at the fluorescent lights realising like you that he didn’t know the time. When he looked back towards you from his cell, he was looking at a mirror image of himself. Down to every last physical detail. Even the smirk was the same. You had shifted and enjoyed the confusion on his face before he realised what was going on.

“Look at me I’m a very angry vampire that don’t know any manners, please beat me up mr soldier men” You said, in an imitation of his accent and mannerisms as you paced the way he had earlier.

 He cursed you and turned away and you turned back into your true form, having to sit down as it made you feel suddenly nauseous. That’s strange... you never usually felt that way. Shifting was usually as natural as breathing to you.

After what felt like days but could have only been an hour, food came out of the hatch again. You saw something in it, confirming it had definitely been drugged. You made a decision. You had to get out. You pretended to eat your food before lying down, not before seeing that he appeared to have caught onto what you were doing and imitated you. You both ‘passed out’ and waited for the soldiers to come and collect you.

As soon as your respective doors opened you jumped up and began to fight the best you could. He was clearly a much better fighter and you let him take the lead as you ran through the corridors hoping for a big ‘exit this way’ sign. He caught up with you and you rounded the next corridor and got cornered by the soldiers. Spike grabbed you and pushed you into the armed men, hoping it was enough of a distraction to let him get out unscathed.

You managed to fight off the main soldier that had hold of you enough to slam him to the floor and grab something from him as you did. You had an idea.

You slapped a handcuff you had just retrieved onto Spike’s right wrist and attached the other side to your own left wrist before he could run off and leave you to get surrounded by the soldiers. He shouted every curse under the sun at you before being forced to fight them off with you rather than leave you there as he intended.

You managed to flee eventually, stopping to catch your breath only when you were sure you had run to the other side of Sunnydale.

“You were going to leave me to die!” You accused once you had caught your breath.

“And you’re what? Shocked and disappointed? I’m evil!”

“No, just expected a little gratitude for being the one that had the idea that got us out might be nice” You muttered.

He scoffed at this but didn’t reply. He heard you taking another breath, ready to speak again and decided he’s had enough. He stopped you, taking your shoulders which unintentionally raises your own arm too. He began to lean into your neck, his face had shifted but the smirk stayed the same.

“Dragging a corpse around would slow you down. You need me alive” You insisted and he groaned. You were right.

“Y/n” You said and he gave you a perplexed look as you continued, “My name. It’s Y/n” He ignored this attempt at pleasantries.

“Look here, I got unfinished business and you’re just along for the ride. Until we get these damned things from our wrists, you’re mine”

“Um, maybe you’re mine” You insisted, however your voice began wavering slightly at his hard tone in a way you had never found yourself doing before. You had faced many bigger and scarier beings and yet, suddenly you found yourself walking alongside him in silence as he led the way. You sulked as he directed you to the first stop.

You were looking for something to remove the cuffs but there was no use. You had tried almost everything. There was some kind of technology that appeared to make them indestructible and in all of the chaos you had forgot to check for keys. After this realisation that it was hopeless trying to remove them, you went everywhere he would usually frequent: the bronze, several cemeteries and a cosy little lair he used to share with another vampire. Harmony, her name was, but her demeanour was anything but Harmonious as soon as she saw Spike enter.

“Love the colour scheme” you commented as you trudged back out of the lair with Harmony still shouting that she was a strong, powerful woman at them as they left.

“Not. A. Word” He snapped as his stomach began to make noises in the hunger and he began to eye you every so often as you walked.

Eventually you slowed down, not keeping up the pace with him and he sensed that the sun was beginning to rise. He found an abandoned crypt with a (highly convenient) old mattress that had been discarded in there. You both just stared at it and then at each other. He raised an eyebrow but it really was the best option you had.

“We could spoon” You deadpanned as you both awkwardly lowered yourselves onto the mattress and tried not to wind up sitting on his lap. You didn’t know why half of your brain started to scream at you in excitement at the prospect. You buried that part deep down and hoped that it would go away. God, you must be lonely if it got excited at the prospect of intimacy with someone like him. Well, it had been a while…

“No bloody way” Spike grumbled, lying down and turning away from you, bringing your arm with him that made you yelp and then pull your arm back towards you, which made him make a similar noise before coughing to try and hide it.

Despite the tug of war you both ended up playing through the day while you attempted sleep, it was better than trying to sleep at the Initiative. Although, anything would be better than the initiative. What happened there didn’t bear thinking about. Plus you hadn’t yet discovered the half of what they had done to you both.

“Spike” He had said, the next morning while you both lay there pretending to sleep.

“What?”

“Name’s Spike” he murmured before rolling his eyes at himself in the darkness.

You continued to crash in abandoned crypts and motel rooms continued through the coming days, while he tried to find a source of food and a way to sever the ties between you. Things were a little less biting after he had introduced himself for a time but as you both got frustrated, and he got hungrier you would descend back into annoying each other or arguing for entertainment.

One afternoon, the hunger became too much and he rounded on you (which, was pretty easy to do considering how close you had been living).

“You can either let me bite you or die slowly. Your pick, love”

“That kind of seems like the same option twice”

“Just need enough to stop the pain” He stated, looking upwards and grimacing as he felt the pangs of hunger again.

With that you rolled your eyes, you couldn’t help feel sorry for him. Plus, it was your fault you were both stuck like this. You began rolling up a sleeve and scowling at him. You had eaten pretty much every day and, to his credit, he had been happy to help you raid fine establishments for your own nourishment. So, you decided if only to shut him up that he could have a bite.

He moved in, his lips grazing your skin for a moment as you shivered and waited for the sharp sting that eventually came. It didn’t last long, however, as he ripped his mouth away in protest.

“Ew! Bloody hell, that’s-” He spat out what he had tasted, “Urgh”

“I have been told I’m an acquired taste” You muttered rolling your sleeve down and folding your arms, ignoring the blood still weeping from your shallow wound.

“Too right” He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand as he complained about false advertising. Apparently, you had smelled really good to him which you had decided to tease him about for the rest of the night.

After that, he never asked again. Not even when he was getting more and more desperate. You weren’t human anyway and human blood was what sustained him. So, at least now you weren’t actually going to die. Not at his hands, at least.

Finally, one evening had become the final straw. He turned to you, after spending the night previous once again not being able to find anything to eat, it appeared seemingly out of the blue but he had been thinking it up since you had escaped. 

He began to pace as he started to word it the right way. Which meant you also began to pace, or he would have wrenched your arm out of its socket. He wanted you involved in his plan and he was trying to gauge how much murder you had actually participated in (the answer was: none but he didn’t need to know that).

“Got a plan. Two birds, one stone type. Now, you just sit pretty and-” He groaned in annoyance as you cut him off yet again.

“Aw you think I’m pretty? That’s cute”

“Pretty corpse if you don’t mind what I tell you”

“Whatever”

“Requires a witch, two free hands each and by the end of the night: one dead slayer” His eyes glistened as he finished, he could almost taste the Slayer’s blood already. He was salivating at the very prospect of killing her. You guessed it was non-negotiable so you decided to go along with it. Once you didn’t seem phased by his words, he began to get into the finer detail.

“Plan’s this…” He began, lowering his voice as if the Slayer herself could barge in at any moment as Spike ran through his plan. You couldn’t help yourself watching his lips as he spoke, leaning into you in his eagerness. You remembered the way they had grazed your wrist, your mind a moment from wondering how they would feel grazing other places. The proximity made your breathing irregular, made your palms sweat. The tone of his voice was rich, his accent adding a depth now that you really listened to it.

He smelled of leather and cigarette smoke, a smell that you were beginning to enjoy. You leaned in subconsciously, your eyes meeting every so often as he spoke animatedly at the carnage he wished to unleash on the slayer and her friends. Of which you were apparently a part of. A partner in crime. 

Partner…

You had to blink hard to snap yourself out of it. Out of whatever it was that had (briefly, oh-so-momentarily) possessed you after spending only a week in his company. Although, living so closely left very little to the imagination. You didn’t even believe in love at first sight, sometimes you weren’t even sure you believed in love. But it set your mind racing, set your pulse rising. He did.

What did this mean? Why was this the most you had lived in a long time, whilst being so close to death?

And, not just close in a literally being chained to a walking-corpse way – in a being on the run with a suddenly very attractive guy way. He still irritated you relentlessly but it was almost as if you were living some kind of daydream, the kind you would usually conjure to make the hours pass easier. This was it though. The type of moment that you would be able to pinpoint years from now, as the moment that changed everything…

If, of course, you lived that long.

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A Different Fate

Rengoku Kyojuro x gn!Reader

Angst to Fluff

Word count: 1213

I edited the ending... the story follows just as it did in the show, and the movie, only the end of the movie has been tweaked a bit by me...

This is an apology fic for my bestie Jess @jessbeinme15

Gah, Im so sorry!<3 I hope u like it!

You shivered as the wind gushed past your exposed arms, biting at your skin. You knew you shouldn’t have been so stubborn and should have brought a sweater or at least a cloak along. But you were mad at him, and hence had denied anything and everything he had said.

You sighed, cradling your arms in your palms, curling into yourself as you continued your ascent. Your nichirin laid securely by your side, and your kasugai hid in your pant pocket, fluttering its wings ever so slightly to brush off the bits of snow that got caught in its feathers.

Your Kasugai wasn’t the typical crow, but a tiny sparrow, much like Zenitsu’s. It was very easy for you to plop him in your pockets when he got tired, or at times like these, when the freezing temperatures of the hills made him shiver.

Your mission was to hunt down a demon on top of this pathetically enormous hill and save the small village that resided on a flat section of the rock, from the atrocities committed by it.

The village was very far away, and you had to travel for weeks on foot to reach the damn hill, but it was a fairly easy mission, unlike Rengoku’s.

You knew something was off with the train he was going to board. Your sixth sense was remarkable; almost at par, if not better, than Tanjiro’s nose, and Zenitsu’s ears.

You knew something was fishy with the train, and you were unfortunately right. The message had arrived via Rengoku’s Kasugai, and you were aware of the dangerous situation. The group: Tanjiro, Rengoku, Zenitsu and Inosuke; had encountered two demons, the upper rank three and lower rank one. Defeating the pair is no joke, and this was proven by Rengoku’s condition after the battle. You were heartbroken when you found out that he had suffered major injuries, and that he was missing. He had dashed behind the upper rank demon, and the group lost him in the woods. Neither the demon, nor the hashira were found. The others returned safely, but it had been three weeks, and Rengoku was yet to return.

“I don’t have a good feeling about this, Kyo.”, you had said.

“I will be fine! Don’t you worry, y/n”, Rengoku had assured you.

“Just listen to me, Kyo, something is not right about your trip! I- I have a very bad feeling about this,”

“It’ll be fine-”

“And you know my intuition is never wrong! At least take another hashira with you!”

“I’m going with three very talented slayers, y/n, he had smiled at you reassuringly, “Don’t you worry, we’ll all be fine. Plus, it will be a lovely learning session for them!”

“Why won’t you just hear me out?! Don’t go! I’m telling you, it’s dangerous, and-”

“I’m going, y/n You’re just being paranoid.”, he said in a gentle but firm tone, ending the conversation.

You huffed in frustration and stomped out of the room, making sure to grab your nichirin in the process. If he was going to be a stubborn oaf, then you weren’t going to waste your breath on him anymore. You had a mission, too, and talking to him was just wasting your time.

“Take a coat along, y/n it’ll be cold up there!”, you heard him shout to you, but you simply marched away.

Not before flipping him the bird, that is.

You furrowed your brows at the memory. It was the last time you had talked to Rengoku, and you sincerely hoped that it wasn’t the last.

Tears stung at the corner of your eyes, but you swallowed thickly and tried to avoid having a breakdown in the middle of a snowy forest.

Just as you were about to turn towards the village, a little voice inside you told you to turn left. You frowned in confusion.

The way to the village was on the right. So why is your intuition telling you to go left? You pondered for a second, before turning left. Your intuition was never wrong.

You mindlessly walked through the snow, letting your body take over your actions. You went where your feet took you.

You travelled quite a distance, until you came across a pink patch. An entire section of the snow had turned pinkish red, a sick color created by large amounts of blood seeping into the multiple layers of snow. You gasped in terror. Whoever had lost this blood, was probably dancing on the edge of death. There was still a chance to save them, however, so you ran in the direction of the pink splatters. You passed various twigs and broken branches, and you let them scratch at your skin, because saving this person was your top priority. You ran and ran, until you heard a muffled groan on your right. Turning, you followed the sound. It was coming from behind a large rock. Maybe they were trying to take shelter from the snow. As you walked over to them, you froze.

There, lying on his side, was your favorite hashira. His fiery red-orange hair, and white coat were unmistakable. You sank to your knees, unable to hold in your emotions.

“Rengoku… You’re..”, you managed to croak out at the man. He smiled warmly at you. One of his eyes was bleeding, and there was a major gash in his torso. He was losing a lot of blood. But that didn’t faze you. What mattered was that he was alive, and that he can be saved.

You dived into him, burying your face in his chest, while ensuring that you didn’t hurt him.

He held you close to his chest as you cried, muttering assurances and words of encouragement.

“Shh, I’m here now.”, he said, pulling you close.

You clutched onto his bloody cloak and sobbed into his warm embrace.

“I told you… I told you! I- I was so scared, I didn’t know what to do! I-”

“Shh, I know.”, he said, smiling sadly, “I should’ve listened to you, is what you’re thinking, ne?”

You nodded.

“If I hadn’t gone, then those boys would’ve been severely injured. They are, in a way, my students. I couldn’t have abandoned them, now, could I?”, he explained.

Your eyes widened in realization. He went because it was dangerous.

You shook your head at his bravery and his protectiveness. He had always been like this. Ever since you had first met him, his warm and bright aura had pulled you to him. His protective personality, unending determination and the natural urge to help others had astounded you. You hadn’t encountered such a kind and genuinely nice person before.

You were truly an idiot. You should have seen this coming. Of course, he would go if the situation was dangerous! He was and always has been ready to die for a good cause. Rengoku was a true hero, one who worked hard only to sacrifice himself for others.

“You’re an idiot, you know that?”, you mumbled, pulling back and smiling at him.

He grinned and patted your head lovingly. You leaned into his touch, before helping him up.

“I know. But that’s why you’re with me, right?”, he kissed your head.

You smiled, “Yeah. Now, let’s get you home.”

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