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[husbandograveyard]

This drabble is part of my summer celebration collection! Prompt: Flowers Characters featured: Gaara (Naruto), 2nd person GN Reader Requested by: @silenceofthecookies [a/n]: soft Gaara? soft Gaara.

Gaara is a busy man. You knew when you got together with him, and it hadn’t really changed. He takes his job as a kage very seriously, and you admire all the hard work he puts in. But sometimes you wished that you could get a little more attention from him, that you could spend just a little more time together. 

But you never brought it up, because you knew how hard he tried, and you knew how much he loved you. You couldn’t get your selfish wish past your lips, because you loved him so much and you knew he’d bend over backwards to give you what you wanted, only to chip away at himself even more in the process. And that was the last thing you wanted. 

So you tried to help out instead. You brought meals to his office, sat with him on late nights, even if it was just reading a book on a couch nearby. You helped wherever you could with the paperwork -although that took quite a lot of convincing-. You made sure the house was always a home for him to be happy to come home to. And you never even mentioned your extra efforts once. 

But they didn’t go unnoticed. One day you come home from grocery shopping to find a huge bouquet waiting for you at the dinner table. Your initial worry -who got inside the house? Gaara is working- makes way for all warm fuzzy feeling when you notice the redhead sitting on the couch, smiling, waiting for you to come home. 

“Gaara, I thought you were wo-” He interrupts gently, taking you by your hands and pulling you closer to him. “Not today. You have been doing so much to ease my burdens, and never once asked anything in return. So please, allow me to properly thank you today.”

[husbandograveyard]

Thank you for the tag!! ♡ swinging one to @silenceofthecookies @blueflamebimbo and @quirkyseastone but of course with no obligations! ♡♡

[blueflamebimbo]

Hello my lovely, amazing Mickey! I would like to submit an idea, if this is not something you like just delete it ❤ Laf you!

So. Tamaki Amajiki. Anxiety boy. He's been together with his s/o for a long time now and they've been supporting each other all the way. Usually, whenever his anxiety gets the better of him, he can count on his s/o to have his back. However, something has happened to s/o and now it is his turn to gather all his courage and have s/o's back, because they just can't deal with it on their own. It can be stress/anxiety, a villain, a family situation ... whatever your beautiful brain can come up with ❤ long story short: Tamaki forgetting about/pushing aside his anxiety for a short while to help/stand up for his s/o.

Hewwo! Here to present you with one anxiety boie! I really hope you like it! ;; @silenceofthecookies

How could this happen? It wasn’t supposed to go this way. You were the one who usually kept it together for Amajiki’s sake. He could count on you, always. 

Granted, it sometimes embarrassed him how easy it seemed for you to understand his struggles, take his hand and get through to him. You loved seeing the panic vanishing from his expression and turn into something more tranquil, trusting. However, it was never that easy for you - you were simply a little stronger, a little better at hiding your troubles. Besides, Tamajiki always told you how proud he was of you for handling things so well. 

That’s what made this situation all the more frustrating for you. There’s only so much a person can handle before something gives out. Today was rough, you felt overwhelmed with the world, couldn’t even handle the smallest sound. The light seemed harsh, the room felt warm and your breathing came in short puffs. It didn’t help that Amajiki looked like he was about to lose his mind. Of course nothing good was going to come from showing this side of yourself this late in the relationship. 

You expected him to go into a full-blown panic attack at the sight of you, were already squeezing your eyes shut as tears dripped down your chin and you prepared to utter an apology. What actually happened was Amajiki kneeling in front of you, his hands shaking as they reached up to cup your cheeks. “I-- I’m so sorry you’re going through this, love, but-- but you’re not alone. I’m here.”

You sniffled, a small croak leaving you as you tried to breathe. “I’m so s--”

Amajiki shook his head, “No, love. Don’t apologize. P-Please…” He let out a sigh and squared his shoulders, trying to compose himself. “Let’s go sit over on the couch. I can-- I can hold you until you’re ready to talk. I-Is that okay?” 

You looked up at him, his eyes scared but filled with determination. This man really wanted to help, and you trusted him - knew that he would help. Maybe it was time for you to let down some walls. You nodded. With Amajiki, you were safe.

[opopnomi]

♪ I'm curious! :D

COOKIEEEEE !!! <3 It's been so long :3 I hope you are alright

I am huge fan of movie soundtracks so I was happy with my shuffle :3

You were my life But life is far away from ... Are you death or paradise ? Now you'll never see me cry There's just no time to die

No Time To Die by Billie Eilish

SEND ME A  ♪ I WILL PUT MUSIC ON SHUFFLE ASK GAME

[tooweirdforyou]

Shipping My Mutuals : My Husbando Edition!

no one asked for this but because I’ve seen other people ask others, I just thought it’d be fun to share my own thoughts! :> I don’t actually know who considers me a mutual, so I’ll do the people I can remember most— I’ll limit to 8.

yes, some of these are mostly because I know they love that character but that’s NOT THE ONLY REASON! Please do not be offended on who I ship you with.

animes include : one piece, tokyo revengers, obey me!, bnha, haikyuu, kuroko no basket, jujutsu kaisen, etc.

@kaizokuwritings : Meli!! I know you’re into the older types, and if I offend you, please forgive me— but I think you’ll be a great match for Takami Keigo or Satoru Gojo, both a bit older men that are childish, playful and handsome lol. They’re extremely protective and can be huge teases but they’re still always there for you and I think it’ll be cute with you paired with one of them. Or both. ;)

@silenceofthecookies : Cookie!! I think you’ll go with Dabi or Shuuji Hanma ( tokyo rev ), who both are antagonists/villains in a way— they’re harsh, but hot as fuck and most definitely possessive. They don’t hesitate to hurt anyone who tries to look your way and take you away from them but they’ll buy the world for you because you just mean that much to them.

@vemuabhi : I won’t lie, Abhi. I really think you deserve someone super soft and sweet and the first person that comes to mind is actually Izuku Midoriya or Sugawara Koushi. Both are rather very kind, and could definitely be a bit of a teasing type, and just treat you right, you know?

@quirkyseastone : hi em!! for you, I thinkkk, Matsuno Chifuyu ( tokyo rev ) or Shinsou Hitoshi! ngl it was a little difficult but I think these two are right because they’re both the quiet but strong as fuck badasses who will definitely protect you and possibly provoke anyone who’s insulting you and won’t hesitate to stand up to them and kick ass, yk? And deep down, both are semi-introverted souls that just want to make you as happy as you’d make them :)

@sovtspades : Ash!! It’s been a while but hi!! Hope you’re doing okay! And I think you’re a great match for Portgas D. Ace or Beelzebub! ( obey me! ) these two are types who not just eat a lot, but are extremely protective and kind, and I just think someone with those kind of traits are something you’d like!

@idontlikeiobsesswriting : doe!! I know your favorite is Katakuri, haha, but I think you’ll be a pretty great match with Draken ( tokyo rev ) or Satan ( obey me! ), these men are more serious types sorta, but they definitely are just the calmer, reserved types that open up to their s/o’s when they slowly start trusting you. They’re family men, similarly to Katakuri and I just think you’ll do well with them! :)

@ochizokulevy : Levy, I think you’ll be a great match for Kiyoshi Teppei or Kita Shinsuke, just because they both seem like great husbands to have, just great boyfriend material that’ll always be there for you during your ups and downs and are just very kind and caring :>

@doctorgerth : hi doc!! For you, I think either Bokuto Kotarou or Denki Kaminari! I just think that these two are like, beefcakes lol, but really are playful guys and can be childish and though they have their own personal goals and dreams, once they met you, they can only just focus on keeping you smiling, because your smile is what brightens their day. They’ll do anything to ensure that you’re cheery again because they’re sweet and dorky :)

There were probably better matching people for you all, but I just got home from work and I’m tired. :)

I wanted to write for Roze and Nille ( dreamingrouge and quartermera respectfully ) but idk if they still consider me mutual— I haven’t interacted with them in forever and I got shy. 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

and sorry to people I forgot!! <3 I’ll do a new post if you want to see who I ship you with regarding my anime lovers.

but anyways, here are my takes on mutuals + anime husbandos of mine or just animes that I like lol.

[husbandograveyard]

🕱 Lovebites Masterlist 🕱 this is a VAMPIRE AU event 🕱 ☽☽Character: Gundham Tanaka (DGRP II) x Gn Reader ☾☾ ✩ Requested by: @silenceofthecookies ✩ [fluff]✩ Warnings: hurt animal, but you rescue, nothing gruesome ✩

You liked being a vampire. You didn’t always use to like it. But after a couple of decades, when it didn’t all feel new and scary, you got used to it. There were many benefits, and ever since you met your current partner, you were not alone, more stable, and integrated into life as much as two vampires could possibly be. 

You liked being a vampire, because it came with so many benefits. The enhanced power, speed, senses. You liked feeling strong and powerful without having to exert much effort. You liked being able to observe your surroundings so much better than you ever could in your mortal life. And generally, you liked the immortality. 

But with said immortality, came also the major downside of being a vampire. Because your lifespan was now a never ending one, but those of your surroundings weren’t. Time seemed to slow down, what seemed like ages in your mortal life was over in the blink of an eye now that you had eternity ahead of you. 

The worst of it came in your familiars. Gundham was partial to hamsters, the worst possible option according to you, because even under the best of conditions, they only lived a couple of years. You barely had time to properly get attached to them before you had to say goodbye, breaking your heart every single time. 

Your boyfriend had way more pragmatic approach to it, quoting the cycle of life and death, and assuring you that the hamster had still lived a happy life with you two as its owners, better than it probably would have gotten without the two of you. 

And yet. You longed for another familiar. One that would stick around a little longer. And maybe one your boyfriend wouldn’t be carrying on his person most of the time, allowing you more time to bond with it. You couldn’t blame him for his actions, he was the hamster-whisperer if there ever was one, but the companionship of a familiar was not his right alone to have. 

So when you found the tiniest kitten in a puddle on the street, you couldn’t help but immediately feel connected to it. You had checked, but no mother or other kittens to be found. It was writhing and meowing loudly, and it was shivering from the cold. It immediately calmed down when you gently wrapped it in your coat, holding it close until you were home. 

You got to work immediately, calling a vet you knew for instructions and assistance, and went out of your way to acquire as many of the supplies as you could. The little creature was barely moving, and you were getting worried about its wellbeing. It was then you felt a presence behind you, and you turned around, startled by your partner, standing over you, trying to figure out just what you were cradling, when all of your hamsters, excuse me, dark devas of destruction were all snuggly tucked away in his scarf, their absolute favorite spot. 

You held up the kitten to him and explained your situation, unable to read his expression as he looked at you intently, taking in every word you said.

“Why are we standing around wasting time then? Let’s conserve our energy and channel it into this helpless being!” 

You blinked a couple of times, his sudden outbursts and loud voice still managing to startle you at times, even after being together for literal centuries. His strange way of speaking had evolved over the years, but had been stuck in some time periods, making him a little bit of a weirdo to anyone who’d speak to him nowadays. You thought it was endearing, especially since you knew he always meant well. 

Just like now. With his help and the guidance from your vet at the phone, you managed to get the little thing in the best state possible in no time. Now it was but a matter of patience, and hoping that your actions had been enough. 

Gundham was uncharacteristically quiet, leading you to the couch so you could sit down and take a minute. Two of his hamsters rested in his scarf, but San-D and Cham-P left to sit with you, snuggling up to your neck, providing you with some comfort. 

“I have neglected your wants for a familiar” 

You looked up at Gundham in confusion. 

“We have familiars though.” You smiled gently, gesturing at the two little creatures nestled on your shoulders. 

“Yes, but I am aware most of them are from my choices and introduced to the darkness by none other than me. It is not that I don’t trust you with tasks of such importance, it is just-” 

You held up your hand, quietly interrupting his apology and smiled. “Is this your way of saying we can keep the cat?” “Of course.”  

[madlymiho]

Hello Miho! I hope I got the time right. Could you please write some headcanons for Sanji, Mihawk and Crocodile with a small female s/o who likes to wear their coats or blazers, but they’re way too big for her? Thank you, happy writing!

Hello there! ☺️ You were in time yes! I find this headcanon particularly adorable 💜

I hope this will suit you!

this request has been requested as f/m

Sanji:

• For Sanji, she better be certain that his wardrobe is hers, and he doesn’t mind at all if she ever wishes to borrow anything from him. He doesn’t believe it’s a problem for sure, and he hopes she would be comfortable enough to reach that point in their relationship 

• Frankly, Sanji has always been utterly romantic in the first place, wrapping his jackets around her shoulders whenever she was a bit cold. It’s natural with him, he wants her to feel at ease, and he would be terribly upset if she ever catch a cold because he hasn’t been cautious enough to protect her 

• So yes, Sanji is definitely in the old fashion league, where he wants his girlfriend to be cherished, loved and protected, even if he clearly knows she’s able to take care of herself. Not that he wants to muffle her freedom, nor control her, it’s just his way to express his love and he can’t help himself but surrender to his deepest instincts ; a lady needs him! 

• If he notices that she begins to steal his jacket, his shirt or anything, Sanji would make sure to always have them clean, so she wouldn’t suffer from a nasty smell, sometimes even spreading a bit of his cologne so she has the pleasure to wear a bit of himself on her as well 

• He finds it utterly adorable, and expresses it loudly, heart eyes and compliments leaving his throat as soon as he sees her all wrapped and cosy into one of his piece of clothes. For sure he also suffers from massive nosebleeds because his pervert mind couldn’t help but think about her entirely naked under his vest... Surely this is a sight he would never get tired off, and he doesn’t care about the snaps and remarks from his fellow masculine friends (aka Zoro) 

• He appreciates the fact that she looks so small in his clothes, not even tryin to adjust her collar or the sleeves, enjoying the vision of her little body safe and sound, that soft smile floating on her lips while she seems to be at ease. It’s something he will always cherish, and encourage, most of the time he’s even the one who will suggest her to borrow his jacket and such in the first place 

• Through these little gestures, Sanji feels deeply loved himself, finding some peace in the fact that there’s a woman in this world who appreciates his passion and his love... the most wanted and wonderful feeling in the universe 

Mihawk:

• If Mihawk is someone who’s utterly observant, and attentive, he’s not the one who will express his romantic feelings the most easily. He has this barrier whenever he’s engaged in a relationship, and it’s quite difficult to know if he’s content or not, piercing golden eyes almost unreadable most of the time 

• For sure he’s someone who has a thin patience but who manages to control it whenever she’s around. He appreciates her for many reasons, and she became her partner for all of them. He accepts her ways, mores and habits, but it doesn’t mean though, that he would approve all of them 

• Mihawk is definitely attached to traditional values, and if he can expose a more tender and attentive side, he treats his girlfriend, fiancée or wife as his equal, and doesn’t fully believe that chivalrous attitude should be always applied in a balanced relationship. After all, she’s strong and independent (she better be with a man like him), so he doesn’t really believe that having childish behavior could be a way between the two of them

• So definitely, it’s quite a surprise for him when he notices that she’s casually wearing his long coat, or his shirts from time to time, rather than her own dresses, tops and what not. He wonders silently if she’s trying to send some sort of hidden messages through her attitude, and tries his best to understand if there’s something to fix between the two of them, because this is what two adults are expected to do if they encounter some issues 

• Though, it doesn’t seem that she has something special to reproach him, her face expressing nothing but a real content whenever she’s all wrapped into his clothes. He often judges her, because surely, it doesn’t suit her height not her weight, his coat hanging down to the ground, emphasizing her petite silhouette in the oddest way, even if he has to admit that she looks adorable 

• At some point Mihawk finds necessary to have a talk about this strange habit of hers, not that he cares she’s borrowing his clothes when he doesn’t need them (he feels only irritated when he has to go somewhere and he can’t find his clothes anymore), and casually asks questions about her attitude, somehow to properly understand the purpose of this silly game, and why is she seems to be acting so childishly 

• Even if doesn’t approve the whole thing, and might click his tongue sometimes, Mihawk wouldn’t stop her from stealing his clothes, sometimes even offering a quick smile when she plays with his coat, even joking with his eternal serious features by calling her Mihawk whenever she enters the room... a cute way for him to express his love, and the fact that despite this odd habit, he still appreciates all of her sides and surprising faces 

Crocodile:

• Crocodile is a man who answers to his own codes, and sharing his life is already a silent contract, almost like a business thing between two partners. He doesn’t have time to play around, he doesn’t have the patience to deal with a brat, so he’s not amused whenever she doesn’t have a pleasant behavior 

• He’s a partner who appreciates to spoil the lucky one who has the privilege to know a more intimate Crocodile, and he tends to treat her like a little baby doll. Fancy dresses, coats, jewels and lingeries, everything is perfect to make her feel special, unique, and please his ego because she’s definitely her best asset whenever they go outside 

• So when she’s breaking the codes, throwing away his habits and stepping on a field he doesn’t even know about, Crocodile doesn’t feel at ease, and it irritates him almost immediately... there’s absolutely no in-between with a man like this, and his thin patience is easy to scratch whenever he doesn’t have a proper control on the persons surrounding him 

• Seeing her with his fur coat on sounds probably like a little amusing game for her, but she’s only welcomed with the darkest look she would ever have to witness, his teeth clenched on his cigar while he doesn’t bit around the bush and straightforwardly ask what’s wrong with her own wardrobe 

• He really doesn’t find it cute, nor lovable, it’s completely ridiculous and she’s making a fool of herself when she’s walking in the corridors with his coat on, the train ruined on the floor. He hates it severely and will definitely scold her about her attitude, harsh and cold as always, reminding her that he doesn’t need to have a child around, and that she looks like shit into those unfitting clothes

•  He immediately sends her in town with enough money to buy dozen and dozen of new elements for her wardrobe, as long as she stop borrowing what doesn’t belong to her, hoping that it would be enough for her to understand the message ; there are limits, and she should respect them, he’s not here to play, he’s a businessman and he doesn’t want to have his reputation soiled with some squabbles and other unpleasant attitudes 

• Though, if she’s stubborn enough, and continues to do what please her mind, Crocodile will slowly lower his guard, and only giving her desperate sighs and side looks whenever she wraps herself into his shirts and coat. Maybe it’s her way to prove that she loves him enough to challenge his authority, and somehow, he appreciates that wild fire within her guts, while she seems so happy to wear his clothes, smelling his collar with those lidded eyes he enjoys so much 

• He would never say that he approves her attitude, but from time to time, rather than scolding her, he would simply pat the top of her hair whenever she’s laid somewhere with his coat around her shoulders, pretending that he doesn’t see what she’s doing anymore... but beware, little one, it can only be tolerated in your intimacy! He wouldn’t let her wear his clothes if he knows they are guests around, and hopefully, she understands it as well  

[husbandograveyard]

Aaaa Mirka such a cute palette too!!

I would argue this one fits me really well???

Thanks for the tag! Passing it further on to @blueflamebimbo [double tag i know i know] and @silenceofthecookies ♡

Which oddly specific colour palette are you?

Thank you for the tag, @citrus-moonlight!!! This is... quite literally my wardrobe color on top of the eyeshadows/lipsticks I wear on the daily so this is actually quite spooky skfjsdkf

Link to quiz.

No pressure tags (and you if you see this!): @sixpennydame @nube55 @littlerequiem @pinkberryfox @thechaoticarchivist

[nanamis-bigtie]

Congratulations on 2500 Bas! A very well-deserved number UwU it was a hard choice, but can I ask for an angsty writing prompt? Thank you! ❤

Thank you! <3

Your prompt is: “I can explain”

Good luck!

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[greenwitchtaimanslayer]

Sand and Stars

hello hello! This time I'm here with a gift I wrote for @silenceofthecookies for a little exchange. I really came to adore her oc Charlie, she's got so much spunk, hope y'all like her too!

length: 1.4k characters: charlie (oc) x marco, (whitebeard pirates also appear) warnings: none! Ao3

Charlie yelped and leapt back, barely missing being run over by a dancing Jozu and Vista. Polo flitted around, upset that he got thrown from Charlie’s shoulder.

She barked, “WATCH IT,” but they didn’t hear her over the roar of the party. Polo landed on her shoulder and she stroked his feathers comfortingly until he settled down. With a small scowl and a huff of annoyance, she moved along.

Charlie had been situated in the perfect spot on the beach: far enough away to not get sand kicked in her face, perfect amount of sun and shade, and not to mention the view was perfect for bird watching. The only downside was she was so far from where Thatch was cooking! So she begrudgingly left her perfect spot to get some more food, and she would not give up until she had gotten the morsel she so desired! On the bright side, it seemed food would be much easier to obtain than normal with how hard everyone was going at the liqueur.

“Don’t forget to chew, yoi.” Charlie slowed as she walked past Ace and Marco. He shook his head disappointedly at Ace, who ate in his usual manner: like a hamster in an eating contest. Her eyes met Marco’s for a brief moment and she hastily walked on. He knew she was staring, she felt his eyes lingering on her now too. But no time to acknowledge that, she finally made it to the center of the party where the chefs were hard at work.

“Here for seconds?” Thatch greeted her warmly, but she spotted the twinkle of trouble in his eye. He handed her a small plate with an assortment of treats, then offered her a bottle of wine. “Would you be a dear and take this to Marco? He’s looking a tad parched to me.”

Charlie examined the offered bottle, then shoved the bottle back into Thatch’s hand.

“Thanks for the treats. But you can go woo Marco yourself,” she snipped and made her escape. She heard him laughing and several disappointed sighs, and couldn’t help but smile.

She and Marco were well aware of the crew’s betting ring concerning them. No one could miss the not-so-subtle attempts to get them together. However, their pride would not allow either of them to succumb so easily, so they each pretended they didn’t notice the other, playing hard to get when everyone else was watching. However, when they weren’t being watched… well, that was a different story.

Back at her perfect spot, she settled down on her blanket and admired her perfect view once again. Sparkling beach, roaring ocean, lush island… and beautiful Marco. Oh, how handsome he looked in the dusk! Soft golden light spilled across his skin. He lifted his glass and took a sip of his drink. If only the feast for her eyes could fill her stomach too! She settled for a bite of food then offered some to Polo. It was truly unfortunate the night would cease her bird watching. Though… she looked over the gathering of Whitebeard Pirates.

Pops and several commanders were singing old drinking songs while the nurses attempted to limit Pops’ alcohol intake. The booze flowed steadily, and the sun was still above the horizon. At this rate, no one would be awake or sober by nightfall.

Charlie smiled to herself. It seemed a wonderful opportunity was presenting itself.

The sun continued its course until all that was left was the dim silhouette of the horizon. Music and dancing died down to a soft, incoherent rumble. Friends exchanged dreams in the soft firelight, drinking and dozing off in the warm sand.

Charlie left Polo tucked on Izo’s chest, one of the few people she could trust not to roll over in their sleep, and carefully tiptoed across the camp, keeping an eye out for stray limbs in her path.

She found Marco with several other commanders, most of which were already asleep.

“Thatch... make some grilled pineapple?” Ace smacked his lips and eyed a certain pineapple, though likely not the one he was imagining.

“Take a nap ya bottomless stomach,” Thatch mumbled through his arm from where he lay in the sand.

Charlie crouched down and brushed Marco’s shoulder. “Can I steal you for a minute?” She whispered. When Marco looked up at her, a rare occasion considering their respective statures, she gave him her best pleading look. Thatch gave them a loud wolf whistle.

“Where are you two love birds– aACK–” Ace keeled over beside him and sand flew upon impact, much of it straight into Thatch’s mouth. Thatch coughed and spat sand while Ace snored into the sand. Charlie snickered at them as she led Marco away.

Down the beach they strolled, away from the crew, away from the fires. Charlie kept walking long past what was necessary for a private conversation until Marco spoke up.

“What do you need, Charlie?”

She glanced over her shoulder and held out her hand. “Walk with me?”

“We were already walking.”

“Then let’s keep going,” Charlie smiled, “Unless you're far too tired to go for a walk, doctor.”

“I'm not tired. Are you sure you can keep up with my long stride though?” He laughed when she grumbled, but snatched her hand before she could take off and prove her point.

They continued along the shore until the bonfires were naught but twinkling fireflies in the distance. Sure, they could have talked, but that would have broken the beautiful stillness.

The last of the sunlight quickly faded, and Charlie could only tell where the sea was by the sound of waves. Marco was a dark silhouette next to her, his warm hand entwined with hers. The sand beneath their feet was getting more rocky, not the most pleasant feeling on her bare feet. Perhaps they ought to turn back.

“Ready to– OW!!” Charlie yelped and jumped back, Marco lit his palm with flames. The beach ahead of them was overrun with boulders, and Charlie had kicked her shin into the very first one.

“Let me see.” He knelt and brushed his hand against the scrape, warm flames flickered over her skin until the abrasion was gone.

“Thank you,” she murmured. “Guess we better head back.” She wanted more alone time with him, but she really didn’t need any more nighttime accidents.

“I'm not done yet,” Marco’s body turned into a blue blaze, temporarily blinding her. When her eyes adjusted, she watched him rise into the air as a phoenix. “Up for a flight?”

Charlie leapt into the air and transformed, following him into the sky. Night flying wasn’t an option without light, but his fiery blue feathers provided plenty of which to navigate safely. She rose above the treetops with the wind off the sea. The freedom of being in the air never failed to exhilarate her. She maneuvered playfully through the breeze, enjoying the wind ruffling her feathers. Marco joined her in doing a few loops and spirals. He added extra flashes of fire to accentuate the movements. Show off.

He eventually landed at the top of a hill overlooking the beach and the sea. He turned back to human when he landed, so she followed suit. The night was beautiful, especially now that it wasn’t hiding any sneaky traps.

Marco eased himself onto the grass and Charlie joined him. Both were slightly breathless from the exertion; neither found the need to speak. They simply watched the sky, silently witnessing the awesome majesty of the endless sea of stars above them.

Charlie was hit face first with a fierce blast of wind, goosebumps rose across her skin. Feathers really did so much to protect against the cold. She had half a mind to transform, but she shifted closer to Marco instead. He was so warm, nearly as warm as Ace was; but there was no one else she would rather be here with right now. His arm wrapped around her and pulled her closer.

“Thanks for letting me steal you for a few hours.”

“It was my pleasure to be stolen. In fact,” His breath ghosted her cheek. “You should steal me more often.”

Charlie looked out of the corner of her eye. Marco returned his gaze up to the skies.

“What if I want to steal something else, too,” she ventured, slowly leaning toward him.

“You are a pirate, aren’t you?” He locked eyes with her. “Take it.” Her eyes shifted from his eyes to his lips and back.

Take it? Charlie smiled. Gladly.

[kaizokuwritings]

Hi Méli, congratulations on the followers! I'd like to participate in your flower event as a writer please! For William, Fuegoleon or Yami, can I have a SFW prompt please? Thank you!

THANK U <3

✿ Your character -> YAMI (there is already a lot about him but hey I'm not going to complain🥴)

✿ Your flower -> LAVENDER. fervent love, silence, or “answer me”.*

*you don't have to revolve your writing around these three meanings. You can choose only one, the one you are most comfortable with for example!

Have fun !

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[blueflamebimbo]

I'm going to sob, these are too cute 😭😭 Higuruma shutting my yapping up (effectively) and mine and Kenma's first kiss after he got us matching headphones (definitely canon). Normally not much of a self shipper, but these scenarios give me butterflies. 🥺 Thank you for the tag, Lale!

Tagging @silenceofthecookies and anyone else who'd like to participate! No pressure!

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Mickeyyyy I have a suggestion. I have very little detail for you but... I would really like for Rengoku to live instead of die. I'd be really really happy if you could make that happen ❤ but I love you either way!

I think we would all like for him to live... SO I SHALL REVIVE HIM! Have fun reading, tiny love! @silenceofthecookies

The knots in the wood of the walls almost hurt your eyes as your fixated gaze could not be torn from them, exhaustion prickling beneath your skin and a splitting headache pounding behind your eyes. The room smelled like bandages and the steady thudding of the bamboo water pipes in the garden outside seemed to resound through the clinic. It had been almost a week since the Kasugai crows brought you the news, and the memory of it still filled your veins with an icy despair.

Flashback - One week prior

The sun was barely up as you walked back to Hisa’s house, your last assignment having knocked the stuffing out of you. Resting at Hisa’s place always brought you the rest you needed between assignments, even though the training you went through after r

ecovery was enough to warrant another week of sleep. The welcome morning breeze and smell of fresh flowers calmed your nerves and you rubbed at the sore muscles in your neck as you stepped into Hisa’s beautiful, but suspiciously empty garden. By now, everyone should be up, but there wasn’t a soul in sight. It was then that you recognised the sound of the Kasugai’s wings flapping as it made its way to the house’s entrance. 

“Y/N,” it croaked, “You must hurry-- the Hashira Rengoku has been in a fight - he may not survive. You must come at once.” 

The crow had continued to explain the whereabouts of your partner, but you had barely registered any of it as you felt your body tremble with fear. How could it be that Kyojuro was in this much danger? Ever since you met the man, it had been evident that he was one of the most capable Hashira in the past decade. What evil could have done so much damage that it had endangered your love’s life? 

In the days it took you to get to the clinic closest to where the Mugen train had ended up, silent tears ran down your cheeks. Your eyes were brimmed red with pain and anger at the thought of losing Kyojuro, the notion too heavy to seem plausible, too difficult to bear. 

When you got to the hospital, you grabbed the arm of the first attendant you could find, delirious with urgency. “Where is Kyojuro?” 

The attendant blinked, looking a little confused. “Who?”

“Rengoku Kyojuro, the Ha--”

“Oh!” The attendant interrupted you, suddenly going pale, “The H-Hashira is currently being taken care of. Hisa and her assistants arrived when he was barely breathing, and they are doing everything they can, but--”

You felt your stomach drop. “But?”

The attendant shook their head, “His vitals were doing extremely poorly, I’m afraid. We’re doing everything to make ensure the Hashira gets the best possible treatment, but his injuries were severe and,” the attendant seemed to straighten their shoulders and put on a professional face, “we must take into account the seriousness of the damage that was done to his body.” They shook their head, “The chances of recovery in a case like this are small, I’m afraid.”

You felt your knees give out and you almost pulled the attendant to the floor with you as you sank to the spotless floor, a gut wrenching sob ripping itself from your chest as tears once again streamed down your dust-covered cheeks - you hadn’t even cleaned up after you got the news and left for the hospital. The attendant slowly sank to their knees to put a hand on your shoulder, pity filling their eyes as they watched you fall to pieces. 

It took the attendant almost half an hour to calm you down and bring you to a room where you could wait. Rounding the corner, you noticed a few familiar faces. Zenitsu and Inosuke were slumped in a corner, their chests rising and falling heavily as the slept leaning into each other. Tanjiro, on the other hand, sat a few feet away from them, trembling so much he looked like he was in a state similar to yours. When he looked up and met your gaze, tears brimmed eyes and immediately fell to his blood stained uniform. 

You lurched towards Tanjiro, getting to your knees in front of him, and reached up to cup his dirty, tear-streaked cheeks. “Y/N,” he choked, “I’m so sorry-- I tried everything, I swear, I--”

You shook your head, “Tanjiro, please, none of this is your fault. If anything,” you hiccuped, “I’m so grateful to you for fighting along his side. He always speaks so highly of you, dear boy.” 

The two of you cried together, sat together and waited for what seemed like an eternity. Zenitsu, when he woke up, could only stare out blankly in front of him, his usually incessant tears having dried up and replaced by an incapability to process what was happening.  Inosuke was unusually calm, the boy assuming an uncharacteristically caring role as he brought cups of water to everyone waiting for news about the Hashira, yet his eyes remained firmly focused on the double doors behind which Rengoku was being given every treatment necessary to ensure his survival.

It took two more days until you were able to see your partner, and when you did lay eyes on him, it felt like a punch in the gut. There was a heavy bandage covering half of his face, his flame-like hair tousled against the pillow and his chest and abdomen being almost literally held together with coverings that smelled so strongly of herbs that it caused your eyes to water.

Hisa was sitting by his bed, looking disheveled and exhausted beyond words. Her small eyes looked up at you with a weary smile and she raised a hand, inviting you to take a seat. She explained that they were able to keep Rengoku alive and save his stomach, but two of his ribs had shattered and lodged themselves into the side of one of his lungs, causing so much damage that had to be removed. The man would have to leave behind his life as a demon slayer, for his body would never be strong enough to fight again. His life would not resemble what it used to be, she explained, but he would have a life after all.

One year later

The morning air warmed your skin as you stood on the porch, the wind wafting the smell of green tea being prepared in the kitchen through the window behind you. The day was supposed to be one of celebration, of rejoicing, as Tanjiro had hunted Akaza until he had finally decapitated and burned him to the ground, avenging the Hashira and putting an end to the nightmare. Rengoku was doing well, save for the extra care and special meals that needed to be prepared. He could no longer eat entire gyūnabe bento, but he could still appreciate small amounts of food, which, of course, were always appreciated with a verbal “UMAI!”.

The thought finally brought a smile to your features, just in time for your partner to join you on the porch. His morning voice croaked slightly as he slid his hands onto your waist and gave you a dopey grin. 

“You know, I can hear you pondering from all the way inside the house.” 

You turned around to face him and gently stroked the palm of your hand along his cheek, the loss of his eye hidden behind the soft, red fabric that was almost permanently bound behind his head and matched his wild manes. 

“I know,” you sighed, “I’m not sure why I’m even worried. I should be over the moon - everything could have turned out so much worse. I can’t even imagine what I would have done if I had lost you that day.”

Kyojuro furrowed his bushy eyebrows and scoffed, “Darling, do you really believe you could get rid of me that easily?”

You rolled your eyes at him and gave him a punishing look that barely lasted a moment. No, you had not lost him. He may no longer be a Hashira, but he was alive and he was yours, and for that you would be eternally grateful.

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Sort of following of the Suits Up! Event from last month for my dear friend @silenceofthecookies who requested some Vintage Lucci UwU 

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