#tkrb valentines 2016

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To: @bakabakasims3

From: @touzaizora

High school AU: Today’s the Valentine’s day and everyone was flocking Yasusada to give him their chocolates, and so here we are - Kashuu is jealous because Yasusada is supposed to be all his alone - he’s not giving Yasusada the chocolate he made out of jealousy. Goodluck Yasusada on coaxing Kashuu :3z ;; their relationship is up to your interpretation!

I deeply apologize for the delay, it was a busy month for me ;; After getting your prompt, I had to explore how to anmitsu works and I had fun exploring all of their possibilities and dynamics. They’re really a good pair. I had fun exploring and drawing and I hope you’ll like it too! Happy Valentines!

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To: @miiandering From: @cardirae

Happy Valentine’s day! I hope you like this taishou Higekiri!!

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To: @kholxiii

From: @rueleer

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To: @thatcoleslaw 

From: octolulu

(Witch & Wizard AU) When Mitsutada first lays eyes on Ookurikara, he thinks he’s found a stray forest spirit. The Academy had never taught its mages of hedgewitchery - unlicensed magic is forbidden, and apostates are to be reported on sight, after all. Regardless, the two find themselves drawn together by a cautious curiousity.

Happy Valentines!

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To: @tokkiui

From: @masasei

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To: @fungii

From: @snowangell88​

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To: @ayakashiz 

From: @kaze-ame 

hello ayakashiz! i'm your secret valentine for the ss event lmao //covers self in curtains

i drew anmitsu...! this is actually my first time drawing them two, both of them are quite fun to draw; i tried picturing them based on one of your "new year wishes" prompt, where they started their first sortie of the new year and *~*~stuff happens*~*~. 

personally i thought kashuu is quite a fun character apart from the glamour-y side, so i had him decorating the new year doll/mandarin thing, but it's really up to you to headcanon yourself ohoho 8)bbb

sorry for the sloppiness of the drawing, i'm not exactly completed with the piece yet but will give you a better version in person afterwards, since the extension was given and i was so slow askjfiwefksjf blame my inefficiencies and CNY ahaha ;;;

hope you're having a great valentines and wish you a joyful and prosperous year ahead! //insert CNY default wishes like no tmr even if you don't celebrate those-

- wind

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of jewels and charms

To: gn002

From: ayakashiz

Rating: General Characters/Pairings: No ships / Shinsengumi squad / Friendly KaneHori Warnings: None. Word Count: 1600 + Summary: Folklore-inspired AU following the shenanigans of young exorcist Horikawa and his youkai friends.

1.

There was something shiny lying underwater. Horikawa noticed this as he walked along the riverside, and so he put down the laundry basket to take a better look. The small object disappeared out of sight as he kneeled, but soon enough, sunlight returned to shine over what seemed to be a golden earring hidden between the rocks.

Rolling up his sleeves, the young exorcist reached for the earring. A flawless, very carefully crafted piece of jewelry. He held it up to the light. It was too flashy and it looked too expensive to belong to someone on the countryside. Maybe an unassuming traveler had dropped it? A foreigner?

A splash of water right to Horikawa’s face worked wonders on interrupting his train of thought.

“Kashuu!”

“Got you.”

Kashuu being the boy smirking right in front of Horikawa, the water up to his neck. Said boy swam swiftly towards firm land, as if the opposing stream of the river didn’t matter one bit. Perhaps it didn’t for a river spirit —everything from his hair to his clothes was dry as he sat on a rock next to the human boy.

Horikawa finished drying his face with his sleeves and pulled a face that oddly resembled a pout. “Why did you do that for?”

“You were spacing out for good. I thought I’d get you back to earth. You’re welcome!”

“Ah! Right.” Horikawa looked over to his palm as if he’d just remembered something important. Kashuu raised his eyebrows curiously. “Isn’t this yours?”

The river spirit already had two well placed earrings of his own, but he still carefully examined the piece. It was strange of Kashuu to appear so thoughtful, so it sparked Horikawa’s interest even more.

“You found this here?” Kashuu asked.

Horikawa nodded. “Do you know who’s from?”

“Izumi no Kami Kanesada.”

“Kane-san?!” The reply was so sudden and genuine that the spirit stumbled back a bit. Horikawa’s already big eyes widened even more whenever he got excited.

“He’d totally freak out if he heard you call him that, though.”

“Sorry, sorry. Nagasone-san has been telling me about him since I was a kid, so it feels kind of familiar.” Horikawa explained. “Do you know him?”

“Uh-huh. He used to be preeetty famous around spirits here, but he was sealed by an exorcist years ago.” Time was an alien concept for immortal beings, so when Kashuu talked about years, he could mean a decade or a century. To him, there wasn’t much of a difference. “They said his presence brought war, or whatever, but you know? I think he was more flashy and big-mouthed than actually dangerous.”

Horikawa smiled. “So, he’s a bit like you.”

“Hey!” Another splash to the face, but this time, Horikawa managed to protect himself with the neglected laundry pile.

Horikawa laughed at Kashuu’s frown. “Kashuu, do you know where he’s sealed?”

The spirit was taken aback. “Wait, are you seriously thinking of breaking the seal?”

The boy looked at the jewel in his hand. “I’d like to return this.”

2.

After finishing laundry and promising Kashuu a tray of dango, Horikawa learnt that if he followed the riverside and went into the forest, he’d find a meadow with a big old rock right in the middle where the Tengu was supposed to be restrained. Nagasone and Yasusada had decided to follow him. Out of precaution or curiosity, he didn’t know.

“Nagasone-san, did you know this place all along?” Horikawa asked as they kept walking cautiously across old branches.

“Yes,” the man admitted. “But there wasn’t much of a challenge in telling you right away, was it?” He patted Horikawa on the shoulder. “I knew you’d find him on your own someday.”

Nagasone Kotetsu had taken him and Yasusada as students from an early age, when they discovered the power they had within themselves to sense and see things where others couldn’t. He was a gentle man for what his rough image would suggest, but never a soft teacher.

“But then, that means you have tried to break the seal before, right?” Yasusada asked, tilting his head. The man huffed.

“More times than I’d like to admit! Many others have tried, too, but that thing is impossible to break. Maybe I’ve gotten rusty over the years.”

Horikawa laughed, but before he could say anything in return, he realized they had just arrived the meadow. The moment he stepped in, he felt a shift in the aura. It was dead silent in comparison to the rest of the forest and as he approached the rock, an overwhelming sensation ran through his whole body, making it difficult to get through. There were no weeds wrapped around the base of nearby trees or any grass on the ground surrounding the monument. It was, without a doubt, a strong spiritual power unlike he’d ever experienced before.

Nagasone and Yasusada had noticed too, as they remained at the edge of the meadow.

Horikawa kneeled in front of the stone and grabbed the earring resting in his pocket to gently place it on top. “Izumi no Kami Kanesada. You’ve been idle for too long already. I came to return something that belongs to you, so please, show yourself.” He bowed, hands together and forehead touching the ground.

Yasusada grabbed from Nagasone’s sleeve, who stood with his arms crossed, eyes glued to the stone, jaw clenched.

But nothing happened. Not for the first few seconds, or minutes. No matter how devotedly Horikawa repeated the routine prayers, or how many times his forehead grazed the dirt, or Yasusada’s suggestion that they should offer the Tengu some dango, since the river spirit seemed to fancy them.

 And because of Horikawa’s strong patience, the other exorcists didn’t insist too much on dragging him out of there when the moon started to peek behind the clouds. I’ll be joining you later for dinner, he’d promised.

And Horikawa Kunihiro always showed up on time.

3.

When he woke up, he realized his face was plastered against something hard and cold. He felt something ticklish on his cheek, too, like a spider was crawling on his skin. He opened his eyes slowly as the heaviness of sleep dissipated.

It was only then that he realized, even in such darkness, that the ‘spider’ was actually hair. Strands of the long, black hair of a tall, elegant figure sitting on top of the ancient rock. Moonlight washed over his silhouette, outlining his long wings and shining over now two familiar golden earrings.

Horikawa’s eyes widened and his mouth barely opened.

The figure smirked. “Hah! Left you speechless, human boy?”

The exorcist got back on his feet in the spilt of a second and his whole face lightened up.

“Kane-san!!”

The Tengu’s proud smile fell into the most offended ’What?’

4.

Nagasone and Yasusada had expected Horikawa to return in time for dinner. What they hadn’t expected in their wildest dreams was for Horikawa to return with company, let alone the company of a legendary ancient spirit flaunting his huge black wings on the veranda.

Because youkai are bound to serve the human who unseals them and gives them a name, Kanesada —or 'Kane-san’, as Horikawa insisted on calling him despite the Tengu’s protests— was now a new member of the household.

It wasn’t easy at first, but within a few days of knowing him, Horikawa came to learn a few things about Kanesada.

First, he didn’t fancy the idea of serving a human, so when Horikawa self-proclaimed as his assistant, his confidence plummeted once again, even if he didn’t openly admit it.

Second, he did like dango, and most of Horikawa’s cooking… and sake.

Third, just as Kashuu, he seemed to care a lot about his appearance —he’d let Horikawa groom his hair (and wings) from time to time—, but that didn’t make him delicate. He was a strong spirit, after all, and that made him the perfect companion to have when exorcising ill-intended demons. He’d brag about it, a lot.

Years went by just like that, way too fast for the humans and unnoticed by Kanesada. He’d live forever, anyway. He didn’t have to worry about illnesses, aging, or the far cries of war looming outside of their small village. Horikawa, on the other hand, only had so much time on this earth. In the blink of an eye, he was already old enough to drink sake —why humans had a rule for this, he didn’t understand.

The exorcist grimaced, nearly choking after taking a sip of the cup of sake Kanesada had handed him. Kashuu laughed and Kanesada gave the exorcist a pat on the back.

“It tastes horrible!”

“Hehe, that’s because you’re supposed to make a toast first!” Continued Kanesada, though he didn’t seem to have any problem chugging down his drink without it.

Kashuu raised an eyebrow. “A toast?”

“Oh, it’s sort of a human tradition,” Horikawa began. “We raise the cups to cheer for something, or celebrate, or even make wishes.” The whole thing sounded weird when describing it out loud, but Kashuu seemed interested enough. He dragged his feet out of the river and sat close to the other two, making a small circle.

“Alriight, sounds fun. Count me in!”

Horikawa then poured a third cup of sake for the river spirit, who wrinkled his nose at the invasive smell of alcohol. “But, Kane-san, what would we be toasting for?” The exorcist asked.

“Me, obviously.” Kashuu intervened, earning an eye-roll and a laugh from Kanesada.

“Right right, as if!”

“Then, do you have a better idea?”

“Well…” The Tengu’s voice lowered and he made a pause, like he was searching for the right words, almost bashful. Kashuu stared at him amusedly —'you’ve been around humans for too long’, his eyes spoke.

Kanesada scratched the back of his neck. “Alright, alright! Let’s do it!” He raised his cup first. “For a long life!”

It took Horikawa some time to get it. The boy raised his cup with a smile.

“Yeah.”

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This was more of a series of fragments than a plot, really. Ahhh, I hope you enjoyed it anyway (and that it was what you meant by folklore AU ahah ;u;). Happy Valentine’s Day! <3 *throws chocos your way*

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To: @kaze-ame 

From: @betademon

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To: monochromicpinata From: Rattetytat

Happy Valentine’s day to you! I hope you enjoy this little gift. (*´_ゝ｀)

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To: gabyelle 

From: miiandering 

Hello sweet soul out there who has requested this!! I hope you like it!! ･*･:=͟͟͞͞(　ε:)I hope I didn't go too overboard with the school AU prompt...

Anyways this is tsuruichi conservatory of music AU where Tsurumaru plays the trumpet and Ichigo the cello. Tsurumaru loves to surprise Ichigo with very loud trumpet solos but is actually chicken to approach Ichigo in person, so gives him paper cranes instead to show his affection.

I actually wanted to dump a few more comics in here but I ran out of time  (༎ຶ   ෴ ༎ຶ    )

but again, hope you like it!!

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To: @coffee-boi

From: @kasens

(i changed my url from kasenkanesadas to kasens during the event so. yeah)

Incidentally, this bears absolutely no resemblance to the WIP i sent in.

Happy Valentine’s!! 

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To: @nikeru

From: @bakabakasims3 

hello! happy valentines day to you! i hoep you enjoyed your day~ well umm.. i picked IshiNikka from all of your promps bc i ship them too hihi! I hope you like it! /o/

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To: @cardirae

From: @pasta-magician

So glad I can finish this on time. Happy valentine day!!! xoxo

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To: @tynxcann​  From: @tokkiui​

Rating: PG-13 Characters/Pairings: Taroutachi/Jiroutachi, guest appearance of many others Warnings: mild angst and a tiny bit of in-canon violence Word Count: ~1500 Summary:

There are things more important than who your smith was or what school you belong to.

Or – Tarou and Jirou are not brothers. But does that really matter?

A/N:

Happy Valentine’s Day, dear tynxcann!! I tried to do my best with this prompt since I like Tarou’s and Jirou’s almost brotherly relationship very much… I really hope you will enjoy the short story I prepared for you!

Just a small explanation – I know that Jirou is technically older (by 50 or so years) but it would be confusing to call him like that, so please just forget about this small detail. Think of Tarou as the older one. Yes. Thank you.

“Aniue?”

“No.”

“Anija?”

“No.”

“Then how about aniki?”

Silence falls between them; Jiroutachi stares at the other male expectantly, this… stupid, hopeful smile plastered on his face, while Taroutachi simply closes his eyes and prays to gods.

“…How many times do I have to repeat it so that you can finally understand,” he answers slowly, in a very calm, very impersonal tone. Even Jirou, as much as he is an idiot, should already know that he’s pushing the older male to his limits. “We are not related. Consequently, you are not my brother, Chiyodzuru Kuniyasu.”

Silence.

Jirou stands up, a mixture of anger and hurt clearly written all over his face. “Family is not only about blood ties.” For a moment, he looks like he wants to add something more, but in the end he only shakes his head and leaves, the sound of his footsteps fading in the distance.

Tarou doesn’t see him for the next few days.

As much as he’d like to be happy about it – about the lack of whining and stench of sake, and the other’s overwhelming, annoying presence – he can’t. It’s like something is missing from his usual routine and it’s making him go crazy.

…He’s not going to apologize, though. It’s not like he was wrong in the first place.

Instead of that, he observes and wonders.

Sayo and Ookurikara appear in the garden just in time when he’s sitting in engawa with a cup of tea cradled in his hands. The two swords don’t pay him much attention, though – it seems that they’ve just finished their work at the stable, if the hay sticking from the tantou’s hair is anything to go by.

“Tarou-san.” A voice from behind greets him; Shokudaikiri closes the fusuma behind him and steps closer to the oodachi. “Mind if I join you?”

He nods slowly, meeting the Date sword’s eye. “I wasn’t prepared for a company, there’s not enough tea—if you give me a moment I can prepare more.”

“There’s no need, really,” Mitsutada replies with a smile as he sits down next to him. “Don’t bother yourself, Tarou-san. I’ll have to leave for the battle soon either way.”

The bigger sword fishes out the strands of hay from Sayo’s ponytail. The Samonji sword blinks, then says something quietly, quiet enough that the pair sitting in the engawa can’t catch his words.

Ookurikara smiles.

“They are… a peculiar couple”, Tarou muses. “There’s nothing that could connect them; no common smith or master, exactly no family ties. And yet…” For some reason, they have built this relationship, made it work.

“There are things more important than who your smith was or what school you belong to.” Shokudaikiri smiles and the oodachi is not sure whether it’s directed at him or at Ookurikara, who is currently giving Sayo a piggyback ride like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Even Tarou can’t help but look pleased at the sight.

He shifts a bit, remembering the anger on Jirou’s face. “But that doesn’t make you a family.”

“Why not?” Mitsutada answers without hesitation. “We’re swords, Tarou-san. Humans, at the very least, are connected by the same blood, same flesh. And we? We’re things made of steel, just shaped by different hands. Besides,” he points to Sayo, clinging to Ookurikara’s neck. “Do you think they care?”

If their expressions, if Souza’s gentle touch on the Date sword’s shoulder as he guides him and Sayo to the room shared by Samonji brothers are anything to go by – they don’t.

No one does.

Taroutachi closes his eyes.

…Jirou.

“To be honest, Tarou-san, I thought that you, out of all people, should know that best.”

When he opens his eyes, Shokudaikiri is already gone.

Before he has a chance to properly think about the implications of Mitsutada’s words, the saniwa announces the team for the upcoming battle. Atsukashiyama, a place they’ve been to many times before – but recently, there have been countless reports about Kebiishi appearing nearby. Keeping that in mind, their master doesn’t let their guard down and chooses only the finest, strongest swords, capable of winning even against the wrath of the cursed troops.

Hotarumaru. Souza Samonji. Shokudaikiri Mitsutada. Ookurikara.

Taroutachi.

Jiroutachi.

“…Come back soon,” Sayo says quietly just before they leave, as he offers two omamori, one for Souza and one for Ookurikara.

Tarou glances at Jirou, his throat clenching painfully. As expected, the other is ignoring him, his eyes focused on the gate leading to their destination.

He swallows his pride and steps closer to the younger male, the omamori in his hand feeling heavier than ever.

 “When we come back,” he whispers; Jirou’s whole body tenses visibly, but he doesn’t move away. “Let’s talk. Please.”

The smaller oodachi simply nods his head. His hands are shaking slightly as he replies: “…If you wish so.”

Tarou lets out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding, and slips the omamori into the other’s hand.

“I do.”

It’s been a second, a short moment of carelessness; it’s not the first time he’s been fighting against Kebiishi, but be it the tiredness from the previous battles or lack of concentration… Before he even knows what’s happening, a corrupted tachi is behind his back, and Tarou knows – he’s too slow, too—

Clang of metal hitting against metal. Scream. Splash of red.

Jirou is there in front of him, receiving the slash that was aimed at him, protecting him with his own body.

With a pained grunt, using the last ounces of energy he can muster, Jirou moves again and cuts down the enemy.

Crimson red flowers blossom on the colorful kimono while he breathes heavily, eyes unfocused, his sword slipping out of the numb fingers.

“JIROU!“

Taroutachi is blind to anything else than the figure of his brother withering in pain as he falls on his knees. Kebiishii or not, he doesn’t care – even as a sword offered to gods, with less battle experience than some of them, years of training and practice pay off and his body moves on its own, repeating the moves he’s learned, killing the enemies that dared to touch someone close to him. All the while he doesn’t move away from the fallen sword, shielding him with his own body until the last of the enemy swords is dead, lying lifelessly at his feet.

The rest of the team doesn’t move, not sure whether to expect the worst; they silently watch Tarou drop to his knees and hold the wounded sword.

“Jirou…”

The other laughs weakly, staring at Tarou through half-lidded eyes. He opens his palm, showing him the pieces of a torn omamori.

“I—I got it all dirty,” he whispers and closes his eyes, slowly losing consciousness. “I’m sorry… T—Taroutachi.”

Shokudaikiri, the team’s leader, is the first one to approach them, his own arm still bleeding through the provisory bandages wrapped around his arm.

“Let’s get him back to the citadel, Tarou-san.”

“I’ll take care of him.”

“But your wounds—“

“Mitsutada.“ He stands up, holding unconscious Jirou in his arms, his gaze unwavering. “Let me do it. Please.”

The next half an hour passes by in a blink of an eye.

When the door finally opens, Tarou is already there, waiting.

“He will be fine.” Yagen comes out of the repairing room, followed by the saniwa. “The General used some of their magic to ease his pain while his body heals… He will be just like new in a few hours.”

The sage comes closer, their robes swishing with every move, and puts their hand on Tarou’s shoulder.

“He wouldn’t mind if you kept him company.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice; with more eagerness than appropriate, especially in the saniwa’s presence, he enters the room.

Jiroutachi is lying on the bed, wearing a simple white yukata, just as white as the bandages covering his chest. He opens his eyes at the sound of the door opening and glances at the newcomer – when his eyes meet Tarou’s, though, he averts his gaze, not sure how to react.

Silence is not something that either of them is used to; before the last argument, they never had a problem with holding a conversation or simply being in each other’s presence. Now, however, every second of hesitation feels like a whole century, and the tension between them becomes unbearable.

Taroutachi closes the distance between them.

Jiroutachi takes a deep breath.

“Tarou, I—“

“That’s not how you should call me,” he interrupts, almost angrily; but a single look at his flushed face already tells Jirou everything.

“……Aniki,” Jirou chokes out, half-laughing, half-crying. “Thank you.”

Taroutachi leans in to press his lips against his brother’s forehead.

“I should be the one thanking you, stupid.”

He stays in the repairing room until Jirou falls asleep, all the time holding his hand. It’s already dark, the only source of light being the soft moonlight sipping through the window, bathing Jirou’s face in a sliver glow.

“Aniki,” he repeats quietly, fingers threading through the other’s silky hair. “Maybe that doesn’t sound so bad.”

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To: @waafu

From: @shanablackrx

Ooo so I’m your anonymous valentine! When I received your list I was really happy ‘cause I finally had the excuse to draw some Tonbokiri x Taroutachi… then I saw the Sake Ship™ as another choice and fell for it. This picture immediately came up on my head, like they’re spending v-day drinking and cuddling. Also “the citadel’s gorgeous scenery” - I am so in love with the autumn background I couldn’t think of another one, and the quiet night was also a plus.

Anyway I had many other ideas, but unfortunately the time was short! So I picked the one I liked the most and tried to bring the best I could for you, since I fell in love with your art and wanted to make something worthy. I can finally follow you now!

Happy Valentine’s Day! <3