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changelingsandothernonsense · 11 months

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Doing a pov game is hard/ Double-speak Fic Writer's Tag.

Got tagged by both @paraparadigm and @mareenavee in this little game that gives interesting food for thought when it comes to POV characters in fics. I have zero training in this sort of thing so I'll just word vomit for Sydari and Teldryn (coz those will be the two POVs that appear in Serious Mistakes). Anyways have fun. It's long again so I've put it under the cut.

Sydari

What do they say they want? (i.e., what are the desires they put out into the world and have no trouble admitting)

Sydari will say she wants to amass as much wealth and influence as possible, she likes to put forward a harsh, greedy exterior whilst simultaneously using a pseudonym to accomplish such feats. She doesn’t know what she wants outside of a frantic attempt to make a space for herself to comfortably exist in the world. She says she wants an easier life, yet she self-sabotages any aspect of that desire that shows its head. She wants to be respected but only if that means someone fears an idea of her. She wants to project a persona of someone to never cross because she’s so used to being messed with that she wears her dissociation as armour. She demands respect, but only as far as the persona she puts out there will allow.

What do they think they want? (i.e., what are the desires they keep hidden and only admit to their closest loved ones)

She wants to be accepted for who she is but is too afraid of what that might involve. She wants the stability of a permanent home and a family, though the thought of that also terrifies her. She’s afraid of losing loved ones simply because she thinks that if they find out who she really is deep down they’d be disgusted and want nothing to do with her. She’s never been given a reason to not think that, so she presents everyone with a version of herself that she thinks they’ll like. A thief with no morals, a helpful friend who cares, a woman who’s interested in your day, an amorphous force constantly monitoring the underbelly of society and eventually a legendary dragon slayer (her least favourite). Maybe she’s all these things or none of them at all. She wants a concrete version of herself, she wants stability, she wants to feel loved. But she doesn’t know who she is enough to take charge of this desire, so she’ll sabotage everything that even resembles it.

She wants to have a redo of her disastrous first marriage, she thinks she’s found the one who clicks in every single way but she’s afraid he’ll abandon her as soon as he sees the real her. He won’t (he's too far in his own head for that) but it doesn’t stop her from worrying that he’ll leave as soon as he learns anything about her that isn’t surface-level. Yet he sticks around, he’s a mess who also likes to hide behind a mask, perhaps more so than she does. Really he sees her as a relief.

What do they actually want? (i.e., what is something they subconsciously need, but either do not realize or cannot admit it)

Sydari needs to learn self-acceptance and forgiveness first and foremost (this goes for Teldryn too, they’re meant to work out their problems together). Yes, she also needs/craves that acceptance from others, but it needs to come from her first. She needs to realise that whilst everything that led up to her current circumstances is not necessarily her fault, she can take charge of her circumstances now. It’s so much easier for her to just flee, her natural reaction is to cut and run the moment anything goes wrong, but it always catches up to her eventually.

She needs to learn how to finish things definitively, so much interpersonal destruction and a million loose ends weigh heavily on her mind. She can’t create a solid sense of self when everyone has a different idea of who she is. She craves something tangible where there is none, so she fills the hole with things and shallow relationships that go nowhere. She needs something real, she needs to feel real.

Teldryn

What do they say they want? (i.e., what are the desires they put out into the world and have no trouble admitting)

“To be left alone and forgotten” is how he’d explain it on bad days. Teldryn just wants to be left alone, he wants to be free from any and all expectations that have ever been placed upon him, and there’s always been a lot. He wants to be seen as just some strange mercenary that is easy to hire and fire at will. There’s a massive part of him that still craves excitement and attention, which is probably why he hasn’t just completely isolated himself from society yet. He has wealth, he doesn’t care much for or against it but it doesn’t bother him if he amasses more of it. He wants to impress others with his sword arm but not enough to gain any sort of following (he’s no teacher). He wants to be anonymous, so he wears a mask until that’s all he’s known for. He wants to be no one again.

What do they think they want? (i.e., what are the desires they keep hidden and only admit to their closest loved ones)

Really what he wants is to forget the last 200 years of constant disaster. He does this mostly by drinking his memories into a slough of undefinable chatter and images, and when they reform into something tangible, he’ll go back and do it all over again. He wants to go back to his old life in Cheydinhal, before he answered his mother’s summons, before his crew betrayed him, before his arrest. He wants to go back to his idealised little house that he never actually owned, and he wants to pretend it was all a bad dream. He wants that tiny life as a small-time ebony smuggler (he likes excitement, he couldn’t stomach the merchant’s life that was set out for him and damned if he was going to try mining). He wants to brag to some pretty person in a tavern about how exciting his life is before taking them to bed and never calling on them again. He wants to enjoy feeling anything at all. He already tried to get rid of all of his Nerevarine artifacts, everything that reminded him of the worst time of his life, a time he barely remembers because he was not truly present for that. He gets rid of everything except that damned ring. He can’t make it budge, he wants rid of Nerevar’s voice constantly swimming around in his head. He wants to forget everything that has ever happened. He wants peace.

What do they actually want? (i.e., what is something they subconsciously need, but either do not realize or cannot admit it)

Another case of self-forgiveness. Teldryn frets most about his failures, his failure to conform to his family’s expectations (nothing he could do would ever make them happy, so he rebelled instead), his failure to remake himself in Cyrodiil- twice. He frets most over his Nerevarine persona (one he hates and has tried so hard to remove himself from that he doesn’t really see himself as the same person, because technically it wasn’t even him in control, that’s the platinum revenge demon, that’s not him). To be honest, he doesn’t know, he remembers parts but it’s like someone is giving him a list of events and saying “Look here, that’s you, you did this!” and he just doesn’t recognise it at all.

He needs to forgive himself for not getting back to Vvadenfell in time to stop Baar Dau from falling. He was physically prevented from doing anything about it (Azura’s ultimate end game) and was on the other side of Tamriel when he first got the vision about it from Azura. He couldn’t do anything about it, not really but that doesn’t stop him from blaming himself for everything, he thinks he personally destroyed their entire civilisation. It doesn’t help that a large chunk of the population of Morrowind actually do blame him for it. Their Hortator abandoned them during the Oblivion Crisis (he did, he was playing swordsman in Bravil and stealing priceless metaphysical artifacts, he hid his face specifically so that no one could ask him to help). Then the Hortator abandoned them again when Red Mountain erupted, (he actually was helping evacuate refugees from a cave, it was a disaster, but he was there for the aftermath). He tried to fix things in his capacity as the Nerevarine but he just kept being met with disdain. So he hid and drank and wallowed in self-pity. He needs to forgive himself for those mistakes and move forward. He never considered finding his reflection in someone else, but he needed that too in a way.

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iiratix · 2 years

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(┛✧Д✧))┛ fem reader as yae miko part 2

She and the team reunited with bam and they begin react to the top of the tower together 🤝

She meet him before when he still known as viole

🤔 (its up to you she already know his true identity is bam or not)

Love triangle ❤ (khun-reader-bam)

Romantic & one-shot

Rivalry or... Slavery?

Where two regulars over the moon over one sly fox, unaware of the mere fact she had known of their adorable crush.

She knows.

It was a mistake, it was an accident. Everything that occurs, that rebellion, that happened at this split second. Baam for once, regretted going out to fulfill his mission. She knows.

The familiar outfit, the way her hair ornaments created the faintest ring. It filled his senses, filled the void in Baam's mind. She knows.

There's no doubt that Y/n is aware of Baam identity. Standing right up ahead of him, looking down at him with squinted eyes. She knows.

The question of all; if she was paying attention, why didn't he say a single thing? It brought anxiety to Baam, the trembling in his fingertips and the way he subconsciously lowered his head, too clear to read, too obvious for him to know. The same kind of action, that becomes a habit whenever he turns to a stuttering, embarrassed or nervous mess in front of her. Baam was crushed, having no defenses or walls to match his facade.

"I…" Baam anticipated what she wanted to say.. Will she show her gratitude in knowing he's been alive this entire time? Will she ask the reason for his departure? Or will she get straight to the point and ask why is he in an organization such as FUG?

"I cannot believe my eyes." His bangs got in the way, but Baam was more than aware to notice. That is Y/n looking at him with the usual kind of puzzling smile.

"...What an eyesore to witness."

"—!!"

Baam raised his head, perplexed. An eyesore? Him? Of all the people out there, he would never have guessed there would be a day where Y/n would call him an eyesore. Because, if he reconsidered, he would always be called a breath of fresh air, someone she adored and who could refresh her mind with his presence. So, why? Why the sudden change of mind?

Why was she looking at him with disapproval and disappointment?

Baam wouldn't mind, if others would look at him with an unusual feeling of hostility. It was a different story, however, a different kind of story when it came to her. Y/n wasn't someone who showed her displeasure clearly, she would hide it behind mocking smiles and venomous comments. On the other hand, when she blatantly shows it all, the emotions she expresses mean she doesn't take things lightly.

It shows how betrayed Y/n L/n was. The head priestess showed an insignificant number of emotions at once, pouring out the emotions she was holding back.

"Viole, wasn't it? It somehow fits you and your ragged appearance. I wonder from which waste did you come from?" Y/n didn't mean to hide it. She boldly stated it, she showed her dissatisfaction with the path that Baam had taken. The path he must take, whether he likes it or not.

"It was such a regretful meaning for both you and me. Shame, truly. I expected a lot more coming from you. Have you stooped so low in a matter of 9 years?" Behind that malicious comment, lies a message for him. Not Viole, not the slayer, but Baam.

"...I don't underst—"

"Oh please, I may look like a fool to you, but Aguero and the others are possibly bigger fools than I am. Do you expect me to believe there's no dead body found despite the fact a regular… No, an irregular has been announced dead?" Y/n giggle, hand moving faintly in front of her lips.

Baam cannot tell what to say. Everything, every single word and syllable stuck in his throat. He cannot argue, he was stupefied, he was done for. The threat, the one thing that refrain him from meeting with them all, is because he’s afraid. Afraid of what the FUG may do to his friends.

“...I do not understand your choice, and I never wish to know.” Y/n turned around, walking off, away from his presence. Baam didn’t like any of this. The way she turned around, facing her back brought back unpleasant memories. Don’t leave. Stay. Baam for once warded off FUG's threat, trying to catch up to the figure.

“Y/–!!”A lightning bolt struck where he took a step, losing an inch of his figure. Bam staggered back, his eyes wide, confused by the familiar lightning. But, as he reflexively raised his head, he finally met an unfamiliar pair of eyes. She held a spear in her hand, her braided hair in the wind. The same style of clothing, the same type of power, and the aura they emitted.

And behind her, stood a pair of blonde haired twins, glaring scornfully at Baam, before they set out to follow Y/n from behind. It was as if they were her loyal followers, who were ready to help and support her. Likewise, the figure blocking Baam's path, stopping him on the spot, giving a warning that this was Y/n's own will, and he couldn't make up her mind.

In fact, Baam was not given the choice to decide. Not when Y/n is more than aware — He’s easy to be manipulated.

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It has been a year, a year after that encounter and not once had she felt the slightest bit regretful. Y/n found it a bit refreshing? It's complicated to describe, or maybe her personality is much more complex than most people know. To put it simply, she may or may not regret one thing, namely the lack of information from the notorious dangerous organization that caused chaos in the tower.

Y/n chuckled, leaning back in her chair, hands resting on the armrests and legs crossed to the sides. “I see, you have recruited another regular? I hope he is capable in his field, Aguero." A sneer on the other end of the phone was enough to answer her comment.

Khun watched the black sphere in silence, the one thing that kept the two relationships. A long-distance communications. How to put it? He was sure that day, he was absolutely confident that Y/n would entirely oblige his decision and come up with a solution. A solution he had predicted, whereas she will traverse the tower along with the others. Quite the exception for both Khun and Rachel.

And here she was, somewhere else, out of sight of others. Creating another group of their own, consisting of people outside their league. A bunch of deviant people who came from outside the tower and might as well be out of this world. Khun had no idea how exactly she had come across this kind of talented and otherworldly people. What he noted was a plausible reason that this sneaky fox had more connections than he expected.

Khun was distraught, restless by the distance. Unlike the others, they truthfully informed their condition and whereabouts, completely opposite of Y/n who remained closed and isolated. "Ah, before I long forgotten." Khun tapped his finger on the oak table, humming, indicating he was listening to what Khun had to say. "Pass my message to Rachel."

His finger hung, stilled by the air, frowning deeply at the mention of the freckled woman. "...What is it?"

"It has been quite some time since we've met. I do hope in the upcoming future, I could come and visit you myself. If that time truly comes, let us enjoy our moment of leisure and talk to our heart's content." Khun frowned deeply after hearing that. He didn't mind delivering this message, but somehow, the thought of Y/n's assumption that Rachel was an acquaintance left a bitter taste on his tongue.

"Are you sure it's for her and not for me?"

"Certainly. We've wasted most of our time conversing and exchanging information, no? have to say, it's a daily thing between the two of us. I've told you many times, no need to be ashamed. Admit it, You're hopeless without me." Khun rolled his eyes, the end of his lips curled up.

"I'd rather say you're the one who's tied to me." The laughter that rang by his ear always was a melody, his own personal kind of music record. One that he wants to replay over and over again. Till the end of time.

"Shame, if I were too attached to you, I would've been sticking close by your side at this second." Khun rested his head on his hands, listening intently to what she had to say. "But, it seems like it is only something you daydream of."

"Who knows."

"I know." Y/n smiled sweetly, taking the exact hint of what he meant secretly. She wondered what she was going to do about it. In fact, she could use it to his advantage.

Y/n turned her gaze to the figure standing in the doorway, a blonde figure with long hair in a braid, with a towel slung over his shoulders. Indicating the fact that he had finished his training session, he lifted his head, pointed indirectly outside the room, trying to draw her attention elsewhere.

"...Ah, Aguero. I'll talk to you tomorrow, it seems like I have another duty to perform." There was silence, the bluenette didn't say a word about why. Instead, he was curious, this task he had mentioned so many times; what exactly is it?

"Y/n, one of these day you need to tell us about your exac—"

"Farewell, tell others I've done pretty well." Y/n hung up the call, abruptly cutting his words off. "He's a curious person, isn't he?" He asked his leader, noticing how her ears twitched at what he said.

"...For sure. Now, what seems to be the problem?"

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A pant escaped through one lips, the way they rushed out to take a sharp corner, adrenaline pumping in through their blood cells. They seem to be running away from something. This is something that speaks of threat and danger toward the said person.

"Caught you."

"—?!"

A mighty roar of electricity rumbled, assailing the desperate figure. The hood fell down from their head, body tumbling forward as they laid face first on the ground. A groan was evident from the way they lay pitifully.

"I'll give you a round of applause for your courageousness." A sound that echoed down the empty hallway, the click of a heel, added a bit of horror.

"In fact, you are still as naive as ever. Do you really think you can outrun a fox in a hunting game?" In the darkness, a lock of a bright pink hue immediately appeared, the priestess gown filled with the elegant drawing of a sakura tree and lastly, dark eyes, staring in front of the fallen victim.

"And I always pray for your downfall….Rachel." Initiative, the freckled woman lifted her head, bit the inside of her lips and gritted her teeth. Y/n lifted her head, amused. That one look of hatred and vengeance, uniting the dim—bad eye color, daring to glare at its prey without knowing the hunting hierarchy.

Y/n sighed, shaking her head in obvious disappointment. She stopped right in front of Rachel, who remained on the ground, just like she should have started. A Verify Kagura materialized, hovering above her hand, the bells adorning the catalyst shining brightly. It means only one and nothing more. Meaning, her Sesshou Sakura had surrounded Rachel's body in a triangular shape, ready to strike another purplish lightning bolt.

"Does it hurt? You poor, poor, poor thing. What should I do? Spare you mercy?" Y/n laughed faintly, hands swinging in front of her lips, head tilted to the side. "Shame, you don't deserve such a thing." She smiled contentedly, her arms crossed under her chest.

"Now, while the others are busy in an all-out war, what should I do with you?"

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There was the sound of hurried footsteps, the pounding of heels on the floor and shoes hitting the concrete. From afar, everyone could see a certain flash of pink and brown, with pink in front and brown behind.

"Y/n—!!"

"Do not follow me."

Ignoring her warnings, Baam continued to follow Y/n like a stray puppy. This fox seems to be in big trouble, what problems might you ask? Of course, getting tackled down from the obvious explanation.

Y/n already aware of the reason. Rather she immediately figures it out on the spot with a couple of threats and manipulating here and there. But, she wouldn't dare to spill it to Baam. Because she really enjoyed the situation at hand, where he seemed desperate to clean up his past mistakes and even his name, he was eaten up by his self-conscious guilt.

Ah, Baam must've forgotten of her sadistic tendencies.

"Ah…" However, today's victim alone isn't Baam entirely. There's more guests in this fox daily shenanigans. Y/n fastening up her pace, practically running at her normal speed, which is abnormal in the eyes of a regular. Only an irregular could've caught her at this point, and luck certainly bloomed on Baam side for once.

"Aguero~"

Khun perked up, hearing a familiar call from his name. He turned his head around, facing the direction on where exactly he had heard of it. However, what he sees is a bundle of fluffed up pink, using his head a leverage to leap up the air. As he is about to comment, or prefer to call it, criticizing her action. Baam crashes right into him, falling to catch Y/n who has transformed into a fox and uses Khun as a way to escape. The two tumbling down the ground, in a domino effect, with Khun falling first thing first and Baam following shortly after.

The two boys grunt in pain, looking ahead at each other. One look in annoyance and the other look rather apologetic. Y/n snicker at the sight, giggling in her fox form and watched it all happen, giddy-ly. Hence, they switched attention to the girl they oh-so-dearly-loved, ignoring the fact she enjoyed playing around with them. Khun and Baam falling in love with her is just a cherry on top.

"Dear me, if you were so attracted to one another, you should've stop chasing after m—"

"...Form…"

"Pardon me?"

Khun pointed toward her direction, eliciting a noise of confusion. "Baam tried to say… You show your fox form at last." Y/n sit there by the concrete floor, carefully taking his words into account, tails swishing from left to right and squinted eyes stare at the two. That's when the realization gnawed on her like daylight.

"Oh."

Y/n is sure she won't be hearing the last of it. However, she is certain, as long as they're whipped put for her, she'll find a way to get this into her own advantage. The two might be a rival to one another, but for Y/n Guiji? They're two undeniably loveable fools that she could command around.

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mangalover4321 · 1 year

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Hi! Thank you for answering my previous asks. If it doesn't seem too stupid, can you answer this: When you mention about Shinjuro's mental instability in your fics, what do you mean by that? Why would would you refer it like that? I don't quite get how Shinjuro could be having mental instability like in the memes you were saying. Can you explain it to me? In as much details as you can, without giving out spoilers you don't want to?

Hi there,

Sorry about the late response! I've been busy with a few things and just realized I never responded! So here is what I mean, which luckily does not really go into spoiler territory!

Warnings: mentions of PTSD, child abuse, alcohol abuse, alcohol withdrawal, depression, anxiety, and survivors guilt

Shinjurou's mental health is practically falling apart. He's life has been filled with so many hardships and terrible events so they have shaped him as a person with many mental health problems.

As a child, he was dealt with physical and emotional abuse by his father. He was beaten throughout his childhood due to his inability to keep up with his brothers and having been born when he was not needed (meaning that he was an unexpected birth). The emotional abuse includes his father's verbal attacks of comparing him with his brothers and having been told that he was at fault for causing their death.

As a Demon Slayer, he has seen his far share of horrors, including death of comrades, his inability to get to save someone on time, and so on. Demon Slayers in my mind are practically the same as soldiers so have gone through a battle (which they do since they face a different sort of battle as regular people). He's endured numerous traumatic events, even seeing the dead body of his beloved mother. His PTSD stems from this along with his survivors guilt. He has been at the center fold of being the lone survivor of a battle (aka the one in which he lost both his brothers). He continues to have flashbacks and nightmares from being the survivor of so many battles and is unable to move.

As an adult, he suffered alcohol abuse, as he saw it as a cooping mechanism for his wife's death. She was a focal point and somewhat savior from his troubles. She brought light into his life and once he lost her, he could not coop so he sought out something, anything, to bring him ease from his heartache. He took a nose dive from this and began to lose sight in anything. This lead eventually to the emotional abuse of his own children, which he saw as a way to keep them from dying.

Now, he struggles with alcohol withdrawal, having dealing with repercussions of his actions. This has shown itself as the new physical problems of his heart attack and his body now being uncooperative with certain actions. With the withdrawal, all his memories of his childhood and adulthood have come rushing back without any comfort. Shinjurou has to deal with these problems head-on and he has little desire to try and move past them.

His depression and anxiety stem from every aspect of his life. He has struggled with being unable to move on, to extreme paranoia and constantly on edge, and constantly being pessimistic and thinking that others would be better off without him. The multiple cases of abuse as a child shaped his mental health as someone with little care of their own being and with Ruka's passing, he was empty inside.

With his current situation, his children and others are trying to help him. They are willing to talk about and offer him comfort, but the real question will be, will Shinjurou accept their help and try to move on or will be crumble to his own mind?

Shinjurou is very complex character in my mind and I hope that this will help with understanding him better! Thank you for being patient and waiting for a response! Have a great month as well!

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wysteriaz-blog · 1 year

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Two Worlds Collided & They Could Never Tear Us Apart

Chapter 8: High Emotions

The battle on Mount Natagumo is finally over and the group is taken to the Demon Slayer Corps Headquarters and Butterfly Mansion.

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"Hey, can you even hear me? Come on, get up! Are you going to sleep all day ? Wake the hell up, will ya?!"

Tanjiro's eyes shoot open at the voice, gasping as he startles awake, his gaze falling upon an impressive-looking group of people that stand before him. He's face down on the ground, his hands tied behind his back.

"I heard he was a demon slayer with a demon in tow, so I was expecting someone with more flair. But it's just some ordinary-looking kid? Too bad.." a man with white hair and a jeweled headband sighs.

"We must see that this boy is put on trial to be judged!"

His eyes are wide as he takes in their appearances, confusion laced in his voice. "What— Who are you people?"

A man shoves his head back down and tells him to keep his mouth closed unless asked to speak, as he was in the presence of the Hashira—the most powerful swordsmen in the Corps. He grimaces, his jaw aching as it's pressed into the hard ground. His eyes dart around all of them, trying to figure out who they are and where he is, but he has no idea. He doesn't recognize anyone here.

"Before we begin the trial," a woman with dark, purple-tipped hair looks at him, "why don't you explain the crime you have been accused of—"

"There is no need for a trial! Protecting a demon is a clear violation! We can deal with this on our own. We shall execute them both!"

Execute them? His breath catches in his throat as he turns his head around, realizing Nezuko wasn't here. They continue to speak about what to do with him and his sister, while the guy who pushed him down tries to get his attention, but he's only focused on finding her. Where was she?! As he scans the area, he also realizes that none of his friends are to be seen anywhere, causing him to panic more as he quickly sits up and tries to call out for them.

"Never mind the boy. What will we do with Tomioka?" A man with different colored eyes and a snake coiled around his neck speaks, pointing behind Tanjiro. "Seeing him standing there without any restraints is making me feel ill. Based on what Kocho told us, he's just as guilty for breaking corps rules. What do you have to say for yourself, Tomioka?"

Tanjiro turns his head around to see Giyuu Tomioka, standing alone and completely unbothered. He was the man who had found Tanjiro and Nezuko after their family was slaughtered that fateful day.

Giyuu had intended to slay Nezuko but Tanjiro had fought him off as best as he could. He could tell she wasn't human anymore but what Tanjiro had told him intrigued him—surprisingly enough to stop him from carrying out his orders. Although turned very recently, she was in a deep sleep and had yet to wake up, let alone harm anyone. He wasn't too convinced that she wouldn't wake up though and try to attack someone, but he couldn't deny how strange it was for a newly turned demon to be asleep, instead of hunting humans to try to satiate their new appetite.

As soon as someone was turned, they were filled with an overwhelming bloodlust and would attack anyone without any hesitation, going on a rampage of sorts. They couldn't be reasoned with, they were no longer the person they used to be. All they could think about was spilling blood, taking as many human lives as they could. They were absolutely restless. Demons—especially new ones—did not sleep.

But her aura was different from other demons.

He quietly listened to the boy plead with him to save his sister, thousands of thoughts running through his mind before he had made a decision.

He slowly walked to the boy with his sword still drawn, watching his eyes fill with panic and grief at the thought of his sister being taken away from him as well. But there would be no more bloodshed that day, as Tomioka had calmly put his blade back in its halter and kneeled before the boy. He told him to find a man on a mountain, by the name of Sakonji Urokodaki, and that he had sent them.

There, Tanjiro would be taken in and trained to become a fellow demon slayer. He had spent two years on that mountain, training under the careful—grueling—care of Urokodaki everyday to become stronger, in order to join the Demon Slayer Corps. He's grateful for what Tomioka and Urokodaki have done. He has become stronger, and he still has a lot to learn, but he's determined to keep improving and do what he promised to do. Their decisions to give him and Nezuko a chance weren't going to be regretted!

"Oh, I think it's fine. He did come here without resisting, so let's come up with a penalty later," the dark-haired woman suggests. "What I'm more interested in is hearing this boy's story. He's been traveling with a demon alongside him, despite being a demon slayer himself. I wish to hear why and hear it straight from the boy's mouth. What he's done is unquestionably against the demon slayer corps rules." She turns her gaze to Tanjiro, a small smile on her lips that doesn't reach her eyes but there's no malice behind it. "You are aware of that, aren't you?"

He's at a loss for words. He does know... but how could he explain to them that he broke the rules because the demon was sister, and that he would protect her at all costs despite that fact? How could he convince them that she was not a threat when there really wasn't any proof? Would they believe him if he said she had been sleeping for the last two years and has never attacked anyone? That she had just woken up and actually saved him while fighting one of the Twelve Kizuki? It was only one time but he knew Nezuko better than anyone, she wouldn't harm anyone, even as a demon. But they didn't know that and they wanted answers now.

All he could do was try to tell them the absolute truth as he knows it, and hope that they would believe him.

"She's my— She's my young—"

He coughs, finding it hard to speak as his throat is incredibly dry and his jaw is aching, sore from the fight and being pushed into the ground. The woman brings a bottle out, popping the cap off as she crouches in front of him.

"Looks like you need some water..." She offers the bottle to him, holding it up to his parted lips as he eagerly swallows the refreshing liquid. "I can tell you've injured your jaw, so please drink slowly."

The coolness washes down his unbearably dry throat and soothes him, but there's a numbing sensation slowly working its way up to his jaw and makes his tongue feel a little heavy. He pulls away after a couple more generous gulps and gasps for air, lightly panting. It was a little hard to drink for some reason, that weird numbing effect making it harder to control his mouth, which he strangely couldn't feel much anymore. Some water dribbles down his chin, falling onto his knee as he's unable to wipe it away, not that he really noticed anyways.

"I added an anesthetic to the water to help," she explains, seeing the confusion in his eyes as she kindly wipes his chin. "Are you ready to tell us your story now, Tanjiro?"

He closes his mouth and eyes, keeping his head down as he gathers himself. His mouth still feels weird, so he isn't sure how well he'll be able to talk but the numbing is slowly going away as well as the pain, so he tries speaking again.

"That demon.. is my little sister. My family was attacked by a demon while I was gone, and I lost almost everyone..." His words are a little slow as he tries not to slur them, making sure everyone would be able to understand him. "My sister was turned into a demon... but she's never hurt anyone. She never has and never will!"

They all listen intently, some actually looking surprised, even sad, while others appear unaffected. The man sitting in the tree waggles his finger and tells him that what he's saying is absurd and he can't trust a single word coming from him. Another man holds his hands together in prayer, wrapped in beads, tears falling from his eyes as he suggests that they end their lives, freeing them from this cursed existence.

"Please listen to me," Tanjiro begs, "I became a swordsman in hopes of finding a cure for her! It has been two whole years since Nezuko has become a demon! She's never devoured anyone in that time!"

"Your storytelling is lacking any vibrant sparks of color! 'She hasn't devoured anyone, and she's not going to,' If you're going to plead your case at least spice it up a bit!" the man with the headband tsks, shaking his head with a bored expression.

A woman with pink hair bashfully calls all of the attention to her. "Excuse me, something about this concerns me. I find it hard to believe the master would be unaware of this situation." The man with the head band grunts thoughtfully in acknowledgment, as she had a good point. "I don't think we should act without his permission. Maybe it's best if we wait until he arrives..."

"Let my sister fight by my side! I know she can fight by my side to protect humans, so please—"

"Well, well, what kind of fun do we have brewing here?" Everyone goes quiet at the new voice and turns to find a man, covered in scars, a vitriolic smirk on his face as he stares at Tanjiro. He's holding Nezuko's box up in one hand and Tanjiro feels only a brief moment of relief before the man continues speaking. "Are you the moron who brought a demon with you? What the hell do you think you're trying to pull here, exactly?"

"Shinazugawa, please don't act out of line..." the dark-haired woman adjures, no longer smiling.

He ignores her as he continues to stare Tanjiro down. "Wanna run that by me again, kid? 'She can fight as a demon slayer to protect humans,' was that it?"

The man brandishes his sword and Tanjiro gasps as he then thrusts it into the box, piercing Nezuko, some of her blood splattering out as she grunts in pain. He couldn't just sit there and watch as this man hurt her so he instantly jumps up to his feet, even with his hands still tied behind his back, eyes blown wide and jaw clenched as he faces him with an angry glare.

"Anyone who harms my sister answers to me! I don't give a damn if you're one of the Hashira!"

The man just chuckles at him and slowly twists the blade before yanking it out, causing Nezuko to cry out again, and then carelessly flicks the blade to remove the blood dripping down it. Tanjiro yells and the others try to stop him but he was not going to let the man get away with that—no way in hell!

He dashes forward, anger pushing him past the pain he felt earlier, and leaps into the air as the man swings his sword at him. The man wasn't expecting such speed or determination from him though, he had underestimated Tanjiro, and it led to him being left vulnerable for a split second. That split second was all Tanjiro needed to rear his head back and slam it forward with more force than he's ever used before, knocking the man down to the ground and he drops the box as well as his sword.

The man groans and doesn't move as he lays there and Tanjiro quickly gets back up to guard the box holding Nezuko. "If you can't tell the difference between good demons and bad ones, then you shouldn't be a Hashira!"

There's a few quiet giggles heard as the woman with pink hair covers her mouth, quickly apologizing as she tries to contain them. The other Hashira look on with varying looks, none too discernible, they're able to hide what they're thinking fairly well. And Tomioka's expression is easy to miss, but if anyone had looked closely he seemed almost proud, with the slightest quirk of a smile.

The man slowly pushes himself up, grabbing his sword as he grunts. "Damn you. You no-good, little... I'll destroy you—"

"The master of the mansion.. has returned."

Everyone freezes and turns towards the mansion, where two younger girls stand, another figure slowly approaching from the dark.

"My beloved children... I thank you for coming here this day." The master stands in the shadows, waiting as the girls grab onto his hand and arm to lead him further out where everyone may see him. He appears calm and smiles gently as he steps into the sunlight, taking a slow and deep breath of the fresh air. It's quiet except for birds chirping and the gentle blow of wind, rustling the leaves of the trees. "Good morning to you all. The weather is strikingly nice today. Perhaps with a blue sky? Finding ourselves here at the semiannual gathering with all the same faces, it brings me joy."

Tanjiro notices he appears wounded, half his face is covered by a pinkish lesion but it doesn't look like any normal wound. No, then he's sick, maybe? His head is quickly shoved down and he has no time to react as the side of his face hits the hard ground again, his cheek squished up. The man who he had headbutted keeps him down but does nothing more. That's when he notices everyone has gotten in line and were bowing down respectfully in the presence of the master.

The man releases his hold and joins the others, lowering his head. "I am pleased to see you in good health as well, master. I fervently pray for your continued good fortune."

"I thank you, Sanemi."

"If I may, master, before we start this meeting.. would you kindly enlighten us about this young swordsman, right here, who appears to have been accompanied by a demon?"

'He didn't seem to have any social graces before... but now he's speaking so formally?!'

"But of course, I apologize for any confusion. Tanjiro and Nezuko have both been sanctioned," he informs. "I would appreciate it if you'd all accept this condition."

A series of disapproval is met by the master's request, minus a few who had no qualms either way or just did not voice their opinion. The master listens to those who speak out against it, letting them finish speaking their minds before he has one of the girls bring out a letter. She unfolds the piece of paper carefully, waiting a few seconds until she speaks.

"A former Hashira, Mr. Urokodaki, sent us this letter with a request. I shall read to you an abridged version...

'I ask you to allow Tanjiro and his sister to accompany each other. She has a resilient mental fortitude, allowing her to not lose her human reason. Over two years I have watched, and not once has she harmed a person, for she has been in a deep sleep. She is not to be compared to other demons. Although the situation sounds outlandish, I believe she is different and capable of fighting the demonic side while she sleeps in order to retain her humanity. I had also taken upon myself to speak to her subconscious self, convincing her that all humans are family, in hopes to help strengthen her own will. I told her to protect them. In the event that Nezuko does wake up and assault another human being, myself, as well as Tanjiro Kamado and Giyuu Tomioko, will atone by committing seppuku.'"

Tanjiro's eyes start watering, emotions swirling within him. Mr. Urokodaki and Tomioko were willing to put their lives on the line for him and his sister... they truly believed in them.

"Who cares how they choose to end their lives?! Fire, hanging, it's all the same! It doesn't guarantee our safety!" Sanemi lashes out.

"Shinazugawa is right! If she kills a human, we can't turn back the clock. That person will be lost forever!" A man with flaming hair agrees.

"You do have a point," the master acknowledges, "we can't guarantee that she won't attack humans—we can't prove it. That said... we also cannot be certain she will attack humans. What we do know is she has been abstinent for over two years, and there are three people who would vouch for her with their lives. If this evidence is rejected, one must offer in turn an even more convincing argument."

Sanemi sputters but remains quiet as well as the other Hashira.

"Also, there is another thing I'd like to relay to you all. Tanjiro has met Kibutsuji once, face to face."

They all gasp and share wild looks.

"That's impossible! Not even a Hashira has ever crossed paths with him!" The man in the headband quickly faces Tanjiro. "Did you, really? What did he look like? What are his powers?! Where did you see him?"

Sanemi grabs Tanjiro's hair and starts shaking his head around, ignoring his little grunts of pain. "What was Kibutsuji doing?! Did you find his stronghold?! Answer me!"

"Shut up! I asked him first! Come on, tell us what powers he has!"

The master brings a finger up and places it silently over his lips and they all quiet down once again. "Speaking of that man, we know he has sent pursuers after Tanjiro. While his goal may simply be to silence him, now that he has finally revealed himself, I wish to seize on this opportunity. I believe something is happening to Nezuko that Kibutsuji never saw coming... do you agree with me now?"

"I cannot! Asking us to house a demon, after all we've been through, the brethren we've lost—it's unacceptable!" Sanemi brings his blade up and slices his own arm. "Hear me, master, the depravity of a demon! I will prove it to you, here and now!"

He brings the box over and stands on it with one foot, holding his bleeding arm above it. The blood falls and splats on the surface as he antagonizes the demon—Nezuko—trying to get her to attack him. Tanjiro struggles on the ground as he then picks up the box and throws it into the mansion where it's shaded, using his sword to pierce into the box again and again.

"STOP IT!!!"

The man with the weird eyes holds Tanjiro down, preventing him from moving or breathing very well. He's helpless to watch as Shinazugawa throws the box door open and kicks it over, Nezuko rolling out and grunting. She slowly stands, growling softly with drool dripping from her mouth. Her fangs are bared and her eyes are narrowed, pupils barely visible as she stares at the man in front of her.

Nezuko's hands are clenched together, squeezing so tightly she's making herself bleed and he just chuckles as he waits for her to make a move. Tanjiro can't stand this, he has to do something! He grunts as he uses all his strength to push his tied arms apart, snapping the ropes and releasing him. The man holding him down is caught off guard and Tomioko grabs his arm, letting Tanjiro get up and run over to the steps of the mansion. The man glares but Tomioka ignores him, keeping his eyes straight ahead as he watches the scene unfold.

"Nezuko!"

Her breathing is uneven, she wants to bite the man but she takes a deep, long breath and it starts slowing down until she appears more calm. Tanjiro is calling out to her... and she remembers something, someone else had told her that humans were to be protected and never harmed. But that voice wasn't the only one, her own self and her family were fighting against it as well. Telling her this isn't who she is. No, she doesn't want to bite the man... that wasn't her. She swiftly turns her head away with her eyes closed, ignoring the man as she fights the urge.

"Hmph!"

Sanemi stares, eyes widening at her clear display and steps back.

"Tell me what happened, " the master asks.

One of the girls speaks up. "The demon girl turned her head away in disgust, despite Shinazugawa stabbing her three times and then flaunting his bloody arm in her face. She restrained herself from biting him."

"There it is, undeniable proof that Nezuko won't attack." The master smiles softly. "Tanjiro, I'm sure even after this, there are some who can not accept Nezuko. Work towards changing their minds, prove to them that you and Nezuko can be helpful to our cause, by fighting as demon slayers."

Tanjiro gasps and falls to his hands and knees, bowing gratefully. He feels light... like he's floating, he's so relieved and happy.

"Go out and defeat a Twelve Kizuki. Do that, and you will be accepted by all. Your words will carry more weight as a result."

He stands back up, straightening his form. "Alright, my sister and I will defeat Kibutsuji! Rest assured, we will strike him down and stop this endless cycle of misery!"

"That is a bit ambitious for you two," the master's smile quirks upwards, "let's start by defeating a Twelve Kizuki first."

Tanjiro feels his face heat up in embarrassment. He got a little carried away there. "Yes, sir..!"

"We have concluded our business with you, Tanjiro. You may step back."

"If that's the case, master, allow me to take them into my abode." The woman with dark hair says, clapping her hands. "Alright then, take them away please!"

Footsteps come running from around the corner and two people dressed in black and white rush up to Tanjiro and Nezuko, swiftly taking them away.

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"Five times?! I gotta take this five times a day?! And I have to keep taking it for three months?! It's such a horribly bitter taste, too! I'm not gonna want to eat a single thing after taking that!! How is this stuff gonna restore my arms and legs!! I don't understand how that's gonna work!!!"

"Would you please stop shouting?!"

Tanjiro is being carried to a room by one of the people—a kakushi member—who came to retrieve him and Nezuko to take them to the Butterfly Mansion, where they'll be staying. He hears a commotion in the room as they get closer and as they enter the doorway he spots Zenitsu and his eyes start to tear up. The kakushi brings him further inside and closer to the bed where Zenitsu is babbling non-stop, throwing a fit over medicine.

"Zenitsu! What happened? Are you alright? Did you come up the mountain, too?!"

Zenitsu pauses his screeching and slowly turns towards him, eyes widening. "T-Tanjiro? Aaaaah!! It was terrible, Tanjiro, just awful! I got bit by this icky spider, and it really hurt!" He wails as he grabs onto his leg, sniffling pathetically.

The kakushi member sets him down next to Zenitsu and leaves. Tanjiro looks at Zenitsu and notices something is off about him...

"Did you.. get smaller or something?"

"I almost got turned into a spider, so my arms and legs are really short right now," Zenitsu explains.

"Oh.. and the others? Where are Inosuke and Y/n-san?"

"I don't know about Y/n-chan, but Inosuke is right over there," he says, pointing off the side.

Inosuke is laying in a bed quietly, not moving a single muscle or uttering a single word. No wonder he didn't notice him!

"Inosuke?! I'm glad you're safe.. I'm so relieved. Sorry, I couldn't rescue you," Tanjiro weeps, smiling at his friends.

"It's okay..." comes the gruff reply, sounding completely off, "don't worry about it."

"Your voice.. is that really you?"

"I heard he mangled his throat or something," Zenitsu helpfully supplies. "I don't know all the details, but I heard he got hit in the neck. And when he yelled at the top of his lungs sometimes after, that's what pushed him over the edge. Really messed him up, as you can hear."

"I'm sorry.. for being so weak," Inosuke grumbles sadly.

"Don't be sad! This isn't like you at all!"

"Yeah, there's nothing to worry about! I'm sure you did great."

He doesn't say anything else and continues to just lay there quietly before falling asleep, snoring softly. Zenitsu and Tanjiro share a look before Zenitsu starts freaking out about his medicine again because he doesn't remember if he took it or not. Tanjiro takes this moment to get changed into the new set of clothes laid out for him on another bed. Once done he dumbly looks around for you until he remembers what Zenitsu said when he asked about you and Inosuke. That's right, he said he didn't know where you were... he hadn't seen you. And Inosuke was out, so he couldn't ask him, he probably didn't know either. He can't help the twinge of panic settling in his chest at the thought of you not being here. Where were you? He promised that he'd take care of you and help you! But you're not here and it's becoming unbearable to not know.

Although his body aches horribly, he gets up and decides to go search for you. He sniffs the air but doesn't pick anything up which worries him even more as he clumsily makes his way out of the room. Hopefully his nose is just a little messed up and not picking up your scent, hopefully you're not gone. A girl comes across him and tries to get him to go back and rest, but he quickly tells her about you and he's relieved to hear that you are in fact here.

"I'm sorry.. but if it's no trouble at all, would you mind taking me to her, please?"

"Of course!"

The girl leads him down a series of halls, stopping to talk to a few people along the way—which drives him a little crazy—but he stays relatively calm and waits patiently because he knows you're here, so that means you're safe and probably fine. But.. he really wanted to see for himself and make sure that was true, so he can't quite help it when he fidgets around as he waits for the girl to stop talking, his smile strained. She notices his antsy movements and strained smile, and quickly apologizes before speeding away with him following behind as quickly as he can until she stops right in front of a door, slowly opening it to peek inside. She turns back around to nod and tells him he may enter as she holds the door open for him.

He takes a few shaky steps in, eyes roaming the room before they land on you sitting by a window, quietly looking outside. Your back is turned to them and you don't try to look at whoever entered your room, that is until he calls out to you softly. Your entire body freezes as you hold your breath and look over your shoulder, your face hidden behind your hair. It's so silent you could hear a pin drop.

"Y/n—"

His words are cut off as you scramble from the window and are suddenly in front of him, clinging onto his form as your body shakes uncontrollably. You're crying and holding onto him so tightly, he barely catches himself to keep standing upright, his arms coming up to wrap around you. His eyes are wide as he looks down at you, his nose finally picking up your scent—sadness and fear—there was nothing before but now it's so strong that he almost chokes up. Your hands pull at his shirt in the back, fisting the material as you sob. Both of you sink to the ground where he lets you continue to let your emotions out, one hand splaying to gently rub over your back in soothing circles.

He can feel your tears seeping through but he doesn't mind at all, he's just happy you're safe and you didn't look like you were injured. But he does feel bad, you were obviously very sad and scared, but it wasn't for yourself... it was for them. He didn't quite realize how much he and the others could have possibly meant to you, and vice versa, but he knows now. You all hadn't known each other long, but you had bonded over the last couple days and it was enough to make you all care about each other. He had cried a little seeing Zenitsu and Inosuke, and now seeing you too is making him tear up again, his heart aching but warm. Maybe.. it wouldn't be too far-fetched to say that you were all becoming like family in a way.

He hears you sigh, exhaling shakily as you slowly sit up and remove yourself from him. Your hair is a mess and sticks to your face, where your tears have fallen and dried, and your eyes are slightly red as you rub at them. You push the strands away and finally look at him, your lips pursed as you blink the remaining tears away. Tanjiro doesn't notice his own hand is moving, his thumb wiping away the streaks from your cheek with a half-hearted smile, before he lets his hand fall and sighs.

"Y/n-san, I'm sorry..."

He knows you don't understand him so he places his hand over his heart, patting it a few times as he bends over, bowing a little while he repeats himself. You frown once you realize he's trying to convey how deeply sorry he is—apologizing, for what... you don't quite know—but you don't stop him. He was just doing what he does... he was so sweet and caring. It almost makes you mad with how nice he is, because there is no reason for him to be apologizing to you. If anything you should be the one apologizing, you were only in his and Inosuke's way on that mountain. They kept having to protect you and almost got killed while doing so!

Your frown deepens as you look away, muttering lowly. "I'm sorry, Tanjiro... you don't know what I'm saying, but I promise that I'm not gonna make you guys worry about me anymore."

It's time you start actually doing something instead of just thinking of it. You made a promise. You're not going to be some damsel-in-distress all the time, not anymore. They were helping you and you were going to help them as well, you can't just rely on others to do all the work. If you want to live in this world, you're going to have to learn and get stronger.

You look back at him to find him staring at you with a weird expression, it's strangely unreadable, but you at least know it's not bad because there's a tiny smile—although maybe a little confused looking. You both stand and you fix yourself up a bit before gaining his attention again.

"Inosuke? Zenitsu? Where are they?"

His eyes light up, smiling as he quickly nods and ushers you out the door. He leads you through a series of halls before he comes to a door and pushes it open, revealing the two men you'd asked about. You let out a relieved huff of air at the sight of them, safe and sound asleep. You step inside and he closes the door behind you, watching as you walk up to Zenitsu's side first. He's snoring lightly, a bubble of snot coming out of his nose and you scrunch your nose at it, smiling a little before you grab a nearby rag and wipe it away. He stirs awake, mumbling to himself as his eyes crack open. Once his vision clears up and sees you he gasps and immediately drags you down onto the bed and clings to you, blubbering away. You let him and pat his back comfortingly, silently chuckling.

"Waaaah, Y/n-chan, you're okaaaaay! I was so worried about you being in that dark, creepy forest on the mountain! There were so many spiders, they could have bit you and turned you into one of them!" He shoots back suddenly, small hands grabbing at your face and arms as he moves them around. "You didn't get bit, did you?! No, you look alright... BUT MAYBE SOMETHING ELSE DID?! ARE YOU FEELING COLD, HOT, OR ANYTHING TINGLY?!!"

"Shuddup, 'm tryna sleep..." a voice slurs, sounding groggy.

You slowly remove yourself from Zenitsu and pad over to Inosuke, curiously bending over to look at him, but his mask is on and hides his face so you have no idea if he was still awake or not. He just spoke, but he sounded so tired and hurt, so you wouldn't be surprised if he fell asleep right away. You carefully hook your fingers under the mask and slowly lift it up and off, setting it to the side and turning back around to find him staring straight at you. You're a little startled but you smile at him softly, which turns down as you look him over a little more closely. His neck was bruised—no wonder his voice sounded more rough than usual. You glance over at the other two and notice all their bruises as well, your chest tightening. Your friends were hurt and it hurt you to see...

You have no idea what happened to Zenitsu, he should've been safe outside of the mountain but now that you really looked at him, his limbs looked messed up. Did he go in after you guys and get into trouble? And Tanjiro and Inosuke, you were with them so you know how their injuries came to be. But it doesn't make seeing them any less hard. At the moment, you don't notice those things, but now that you're all safe you can see their pain very clearly.

You turn back towards Inosuke, who's still looking at you, and you reach out to his hand lying by his side. His gaze never leaves you, even as you glance down to where you hold his hand with both of yours, trembling the slightest bit. You're glad he's okay... you really thought he was going to die. Tanjiro and Inosuke had fought hard, and then Inosuke had to fight alone. You tried to help by distracting the giant spider monster.. but what if you had actually made it worse? What if he had a plan and you ruined it? He had to save you from being chased and ended up in a really bad situation, but luckily someone had come by just in time to stop the horrifying monster from killing him.

You feel awful. You hate this. You're going to do better, become stronger. Starting tomorrow, you were going to figure that all out.

You glance back up to find his eyes closed, soft breaths fanning out as he sleeps. You're a little surprised he didn't try to shove you away, but perhaps he was too exhausted to do so. Oh well, you'll take it. You set his hand down and pat his head gently before going back to join Tanjiro and Zenitsu. They smile when you sit with them, stopping their conversation briefly. You all relax together, enjoying the peace as you stare at nothing and let your minds wonder.

You don't remember when it happened but all three of you had fallen asleep on Zenitsu's bed. Zenitsu was curled up at the top, with you partially on his chest and Tanjiro was close by, right behind you with one arm swung over your shoulder. You were also laying partially on him, his other arm to be exact. His poor arm was probably dead. You awoke in the middle of the night, as Inosuke had joined the mix. He had plopped himself right on top of you all, arms and legs spread wide as he snored away.

You just closed your eyes and went back to sleep.

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Taisho Secrets

* Tanjiro's expression was weird because your scent confuses him sometimes. It can be really faint or strong and it changes very quickly. You were just sad and scared and then suddenly he got an overpowering whiff of determination and.. anger? There was a lot going on actually, he couldn't pick up exactly what you were feeling but he knows something in you was changing in that moment... and he thinks it was good?

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c1gtx · 2 years

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Warning: angst? Cheating, and lying

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You sat at the kitchen table, arm hanging down one side and the other one laid on the table as you tapped your fingers on it. Your brows furrowed. You understood. You really did. He was a Hashira, you were just a demon slayer. Not anywhere near Hashira level. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten as you heard that laugh always made you drunk on love. He opened the door. He stumbled in and looked at you. "Hey, love." He said as he walked into the house with his shoes still on. You scoffed, he turned to you, "Hey, are you alright my love?" He looked over at you, you looked him up and down. "Where do you go every single night? You are never home anymore. Hell, I stopped making dinner for you because of how much you're gone." He raised a brow. "I'm just always out with friends." He gave you his closed eyed smile. It hurt you. He was lying to your face. You had asked all of his buddy's about it and they all said that they were at home. Never once did they see him other than when they would pass each other in the halls or see each other at a meeting. They were all too tired to go out drinking and what not. But Iguro did say he has seen him with another woman. Oh Iguro Your best friend who you could always put your trust in when it came to anything. So that's how you knew he wasn't lying. You stood up. "Get the FUUCK out!" You yelled at him and pointed to the door. "Why?" He crossed his arms and stood there. "Because she's waiting for you to go. Don't even bother packing." You felt your eyes burn and a lump in your throat form. This isn't happening. He wasn't cheating on you. He looked shocked and his jaw had now dropped to the floor. "Wait, now, hold on please!" He shouted, despair filling his body. "You heard me." "Who told you that?" His voice was so little, it was oh so very little. It made your heart throb and ache. Mayne Iguro was lying? You couldn't see Rengoku cheating on you. But here you guys were. He was. And you knew it. But what you didn't know is that Iguro was watching from a tree near your kitchen window. "See that? You were right. It worked." You pointed for his snake to see. "I've been with Iguro this whole time." He was confused. "Yeah, I'm sure you were."

After a few hours of arguing and fighting he left. You felt empty. And alone. You wanted to cry in his arms and say sorry. You didn't want him gone. You wanted him here. He wanted to be there. But you made up your mind. He was walking away from someone whom he loved. He didn't know where he was going now but all he knew is that those happy days are now over. He'll miss you forever. He'll never forget about you.

And wanna know what the sad part is? Iguro just wanted to see some drama.

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I made this for a friend of mine but was told to put it on here. anyways send in an ask!

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ladywaifuuwrites · 3 years

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Pillars reacting to their crush who’s small but strong

Request: male pillars reacting to a really strong female pillar whos like super short like 4′10-5′ and they crush on them.

Pairings: Male pillars x fem! reader

Synopsis: Their crush is a strong smol pillar ^_^

Warnings: manga spoiler

a/n: I smiled at your request since I’m small too. Like I’m 5′0. And I’m kinda scared to do face to face classes since the boys at my school will tease me for not getting taller. Hmph. SO HERE YA GO. You’re the first request! Have a nice day whoever u are!

And I am so sorry this is so long! ASJDAOFHHASK. I got carried away in some of those storylines. I hope this makes sense (wrote this when I was hungry).

This would be a headcanon I assume.

I’m sorry if It’s taking me long to answer requests but don’t worry I’ll write those! I’ll probably upload rules for future requests :)

Giyuu Tomioka

yo this guy is tall not kidding

Giyuu is head over heels for you. He’ll want to protect you since you’re the most precious things he’s ever laid eyes on

Sparkles in his eyes whenever he sees you✨

He doesn’t want to lose you so he’s butting in on all of your missions. You get annoyed and you think he’s looking down on you.

You two get into a fight and doesn’t fix it since Giyuu’s communication is bad. It ends up in you walking away.

Nighttime and demons are lurking around in the forest as you take a stroll to clear your mind. Then a demon launches on you but thanks to your quick reflexes you dodge.

It’s a strong demon, close enough to become one of the lower moons. But nothing you can’t handle.

Giyuu senses a demon nearby and he frantically searches for you. *sim dads reaction when the mother goes into labor lmaooooo*

Lights fill up an area of the forest from the techniques you use. In like 2 strikes the demon dies.

He finally finds you as the demon’s ashes blow away. Your hair is dramatically blowing too.

He’s just staring at you then hugs you “I’m sorry. I’m not underestimating you…I just want to protect you.”

Then all good. He’s amazed by how strong you are despite you’re short stature. You’re going to missions together and sometimes he just watches you finish off the demon. Just happy to see that satisfied smile you have when you kill a demon.

Muichiro Tokito

When he first met you at the pillar meeting, he muttered his thoughts, wondering how could someone be that small? You’re in the same age but you’re small.

Shinobu heard him since she was beside him and said “that’s rude to ask someone”. She’s lowkey offended.

Tengen retorts to Muichiro. “You’re small too…??”

Since it’s rude, he kept his mouth shut. You’re the same age as him when you entered the corps. He thinks you’ll grow up anyway.

Surprise surprise you grew up, 2 inches. But still small.

He gets nervous a bit around you since puberty did you good. Won’t admit it though.

Cue swordsmith village arc

He’s having trouble dealing with Gyokko. (I hate his face. It’s weird and ugly.)

Then minutes later, you show up out of nowhere, giving great damage to the demon.

“Are you okay?” you ask him with concern and you two fight off the fish demon.

He’s in awe because you actually took over the fight. Sure you have injuries but those are minor compared to his and you were very careful.

He’s injured so he couldn’t do much but you saved him and the civilians by defeating the demon. That’s when he realized how amazing you are and you earn his respect.

Days pass by and you two along with the other demon slayers are commended by Oyakata-sama.

He thanks you when the both of you are walking together. He’s very grateful for what you did and you two become closer afterwards.

“Ah young love.” Mitsuri sighs blissfully as she watches you two leave the headquarters.

Kyojuro Rengoku

Kyojuro knows you’re small and he knows you’re strong. You’re one of his trainees along with Mitsuri, so you’ve known each other for a long time now.

You rose to the ranks of the pillars with Kyojuro’s guidance. And now you’re looked up to by the whole organization because of your excellent swordsmanship despite your small figure.

So you’re tasked to train 20 slayers ranked below Tsuchinoto. You take them to a clearing in the forest where training equipment are already placed. You train them by remembering what Kyojuro has taught you over the years. And you smile, seeing your past self in the struggling slayers.

You gave them a 10 minute break and after 10 minutes, you do a headcount to see if everyone is in your proximity.

“18,19…?????”

Oh no. A slayer is missing.

So you set off to find the missing one and there you found him.

Hanging upside down from the arms of a large demon. The boy is muttering apologies for straying faraway and is begging for you to save him upon seeing you.

You are annoyed at the fact that he has disobeyed your orders and is now at the hands of danger. But this was no time to be blaming someone for a boy’s life is at stake here.

You jump into the air and you take down the demon pretty easily with one strike of your sword. And you catch the falling boy bridal style with your annoyed face.

You put the boy down but suddenly a demon comes attacking you both. You kill it but more of it comes at you. They are easy to take down but it keeps coming, making you tired if you have to do this all night. It just won’t stop multiplying.

You think you’ve killed almost all of it but then the slayer screams “(L/N)-SAN!!!!!”. A monstrous looking demon bares its claws at you, but before you could react a flash of flames appears right in front of your eyes.

“Kyojuro…” You whisper in relief as he slays the final demon. The bright flames sparkle in your eyes as you’re once again amazed at the man.

Kyojuro looks at you and comes over. “You’re so amazing.” You manage to say.

He smiles and says. “No. You’re the amazing one.”. You always manage to face whatever challenge and it always ends up in you winning. Kyojuro knows how hard you proved others wrong by becoming a strong pillar.

Super proud of you cause you’re strong. He actually watched you battle those before jumping in to save you.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

He doesn’t really care if you’re short or tall

The important things is that you’re useful to the organization

When someone teases you about your height, you end up feeling down and he’s there to beat that someone’s ass.

He doesn’t like to admit it but he’s a softie when it comes to you. You eventually break down his walls and now you can say you’re friends with the scary wind pillar.

You always tease him though and he’s always annoyed. But everyone thinks you’re both dumb since it’s very clear that you two like each other but you still deny it.

There’s this time where Sanemi is visibly struggling fighting demons as you watch him peacefully on a rooftop. He’s glaring at you and asks you “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”.

You just smile at him sweetly😊

Sanemi pretends his heart didn’t do a flip. But his heart stopped when he saw a demon behind you on the rooftop.

He was about to call your name when another blink and the demon’s head was cut off.

He was surprised since it all happened so fast. You go down to the ground, landing safely as you battle demons that the frozen Sanemi left.

It just took you 10 seconds to eliminate those demons and Sanemi’s mouth is left agape as he watched you.

You weren’t normally like this. So why the sudden surge of power?

“Sanemi hun. Close your mouth.” You say to him with a blank face, but before you could go past him, he gripped your wrist tightly and placed your small body in front of him.

He dragged you so easily lol.

He hugged you with your faced buried on his chest.

It was the comforting kind of silence. Sanemi was scared losing you to that demon but deep inside he knows that you’re strong.

Won’t admit that your moves are amazing.

Gyomei Himejima

This man is the strongest in the demon slayer corps and the tallest

Lmaoooo you would be like a mushroom beside him💀🍄

Gyomei actually gets out of tricky situations easily because he’s that strong

You’re a fairly new pillar who earned her spot 3 months ago. You two were assigned on a mission together. A gigantic demon appeared throughout the village that was between the regions you and the stone pillar were assigned in.

Gyomei knows your capabilities so he trusts you in doing a good job, but he can��t help but worry about you.

He doesn’t care if you’re small, he thinks that height isn’t the basis for an excellent demon slayer. But he’s still worried, so he looks for you. I don’t know how he looks but he looks.

Then he sees you fighting off demons very easily. A determined look is seen across your face. Gyomei feels he’s tearing up because he’s so proud of you. Proud boyfriend here somethin.

You were just a weak mizunoto years ago and now you’re a strong pillar who can fight with him side by side.

When you finish off the demons, you look to see Gyomei smiling at you. This were the fruits of the harsh trainings you went through, it made an excellent swordswoman.

Among the pillars, you stand beside Gyomei in rankings. So you’re powerful like wow. O_O

Obanai Iguro

He’s small but have you seen him fight? He’s a demon slayer with remarkable speed and you won’t know he’s attacking you because his moves slithers secretly like a snake.

You’ve always admired Obanai even you’re now both pillars. And that admiration bloomed into something more.

He’s a strong pillar despite his small stature and that’s what you aim for to be like.

You’re trying to show off your moves to him every time you’re in battle together, to show him what you can do. To which he’s just “meh”.

So you give up on trying to show off and just do it for the sake of the people you’re saving.

You really gave up on showing off, but you can’t help it cause your breathing forms are flashy. Obanai doesn’t show it but he loves that display of power you have when you’re fighting.

Poor man doesn’t realize he’s in love with you even though others point it out.

He’s having trouble dividing his attention on protecting the civilians or fighting the demons. Luckily you were near the area so you came to his aid.

You slay the demons with your sharp and precise movements in just a short amount of time.

He’s like 😲 but when you turn he’s back to 😐😷

He’s one of the guys who won’t admit that you’re amazing and won’t admit that he likes you. You force him to confess though.

Tengen Uzui

If Obanai doesn’t admit he likes you, this guy would shout that he likes you

Would openly flirt with you because why not? There’s nothing to be shy about.

Always takes the chance to compliment and flirt with you.

“You’re cute (y/n)” “Thanks” Tengen finds your height cute because the height difference is HUGE.

Another mushroom like moment💀🍄

He knows you’re strong so he likes to train with you. Always ends up letting you win because he just likes it when he’s pinned down by your smaller figure.

When a demon invasion came in your area,, you fight them off while Tengen is called for backup.

He slays the lesser demons easily and found you fighting a stronger demon while protecting some children behind your back.

He smirks and leans against a tree, arms folded while watching you fight off the demon.

You did it so easily making Tengen’s eyebrows rise.

Then you see him and ask him “what are you doing?”.

“watching you.” He finds you hot and sexy when you have that focused look in the middle of a battle. He won’t say it out loud because you might smack him in the face.

Super amazed at the fact that you’re stronger than the other pillars despite your small figure.(he thinks you’re stronger than him but dismisses that because pshhhhhh).

Will throw you over his shoulder at random times. Thinking that his antics will make you fall in love with him.

And it did…

#kny headcanons #kny #demon slayer #giyuu x reader #muichiro x reader #sanemi x reader #kyojuro x reader #obanai x reader #gyomei x reader #tengen x reader #uzui x reader #giyuu tomioka x reader #sanemi shinazugawa x reader #rengoku kyojuro x reader #iguro obanai x reader #gyomei himejima x reader #uzui tengen x reader #muichiro tokito x reader

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shinidamachu · 2 years

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You're a fantastic writer! ✏️ I'm curious before the whole Yashahime disaster, what was your ideal post canon ideas for Inuverse?

Some examples would be how many kids did Inukag have and do they look more human or demonic? What are the next gen kids personalities like? Did the well reopen? Is Sessomaru a good uncle/brother to Inukag and kids? How are Mirsan, Shippo, and Koga doing? Do you imagine the Inugang having more slice of life adventures or going on another serious adventure like Horai Island?

Sorry, that this is a lot to ask, I really enjoy your writing, anyways keep up the wonderful work! 🌟

.Well, thank you, first of all. You're very sweet for saying that about my writting.

And honestly? In my opinion, Inuyasha had a very satisfying, very definitive ending. The main characters have all earned their happily ever after and a continuation wasn't at all needed unless you wanted to mess this up. Sometimes the healthy thing to do is just let the piece of media you love go and revisit it or explore fanfiction if you miss it.

Which doesn't mean an official Inuyasha sequel couldn't have been done right. I know that because over the years, this fandom has written absolutely mind blowing post canon fanfics.

I'm talking about stories that have engaging and interesting plots, flawless characterization and actually fit right into the world of Inuyasha, not only respecting the lore and rules of its universe but expanding on it and adding substance to it, filling in the blanks the original left instead of creating more.

There are many, many examples of that, but to me, the ideal post canon, non next generation universe is the one written in Light Me a Lantern by @inuyashasforest (and I still can't believe we got this masterpiece for free). Compare it to Yashahime and you'll see the difference between writting with passion and love for the original story and writting so you can make money. It's disconcerting.

That being said, I talked about how many kids I'd like Inuyasha and Kagome to have here. As for their personalities and what do they look like, I expressed my thoughts about it here, but was specifically talking about Moroha since she was the one thing Sunrise did right.

Any children Inuyasha and Kagome eventually bring into the world would have to be only 1/4 demon as opposite to Inuyasha's 1/2. This means less demonic features and more human characteristics. I like the idea that their children would be a perfect mix of them, just like Moroha, only with a few outstanding demonic attributes here and there. Like, Moroha has the fangs, her brother could have white hair, her other sibling could have dog ears and so on. But never all at once.

I enjoy Moroha as a big sister and I like to picture her baby brother as a mama's little boy. He would be sensitive, shy, smart and very talented in artistic ways.

As for the Mirsan kids, I love the concept of the twins being huge flirts so Miroku pays for his sins. One of them having his spiritual powers while the other takes after her mother and becomes a great demon slayer also amuses me to no end. And I adore the name Hisui for their babyboy. Only I think instead of being a demon slayer he could grow up to be the leader of the village or have an equivalent position of political power.

The Well never opened again (I've talked about this before, but couldn't find the more in dept post I made, so I'll just summarize it here): the Well reopening greatly takes emotional weight away from the narrative. it diminishes Kagome's final choice, it annihilates the "bittersweetness" of her return, it keeps the story from circling back from Inuyasha being a lonely half demon being despised by everyone to the same Inuyasha now having someone willing to sacrifice everything for him. And it also leaves no room for Inuyasha and Kagome to figure it out how this sacrifice affects their relationship and grow from it as characters and as a couple. Of course you can interpret the ending in a different way, but I'm personally very passionate about this one.

Sesshomaru treats his nieces and nephews the same way he treated Rin and Kohaku. He grows to respect Inuyasha in his cold, silent way, but he's still closer to Kagome. One, because Kagome makes him. Two, because there's just too much story between Sesshomaru and Inuyasha, both of them deciding things are good the way they are, no reason to force it.

Miroku and Sango are doing great. They rebuilt Sango's village, their kids and friends are the joy of their lives. They often go on missions together when Inuasha and Kagome are free to babysit and or when their kids are old enough. And just like in Yashaime (because that part was actually interesting), Miroku feels a bit useless without the Wind Tunnel so he does his best to get stronger in different ways (ways that do not unclude basically abandoning his family) and he achieves that goal with a lot of effort and Sango's constant support.

Shippo becomes a very famous figure in the kitsune community because his tricks improve greatly and he grows up to be one of the greatest names in the story of transfiguration. Koga runs the rebuilt (and thrieving) Wolf Tribe with Ayame by his side. They're now human friendly thanks to the Inugang, with whom he regularly keeps touch.

I don't really have a preference as for if they would have more slice of life adventures or another serious quest when I'm reading fanfic. But if we're talking official content, I'd go for a new life or death mission in a heartbeat, because as much as slice of life is pure and cute and wholesome, I'd be waiting for something to happen all the time, then get frustrated and bored once it doesn't.

It's one thing to deliberately search for slice of life content, which I often do. Another one is being fed nothing but slice of life while Sunrise makes easy profit off it without any real effort to give us something that actually can be categorized as a sequel, not just another epilogue.

If we're paying for a whole show with at least two seasons, we should get slice of life and a real adventure while we're at it. Unless it's, like, a very compact list of episodes (half a season tops) made to be nothing but extra content to rise founds for charity or something of the sorts, in which case it would be acceptable.

#Thank you for asking #Inuyasha #Inukag #Kagome #Kagome Higurashi #Mirsan #Sango #Miroku #Moroha #Koga #Ayame

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firefly-in-darkness · 3 years

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Lost and Found.

Pairing → Geralt of Rivia x Reader

Characters → Ciri, Jaskier, Priscilla, Yennefer (mentioned)

Summary → Geralt left with Yennefer for months.

Word Count → 5k

AFG Square Fill → Geralt @anyfandomgoesbingo

Warnings → 18+. Angst, heartache, jealousy, swearing, happy ending

Betas → @wonder-cole // all mistakes are my own.

A/N → Well this ended up being a longer story than I expected… I’ve only written for Geralt / The Witcher fandom once before and will have used content from the series, the books and the games as I have watched, read and played everything based on our ashen haired babe

The tavern was full of locals that had escaped from the cold night air. Farmworkers caked in mud with a distinct stench of sweat, merchants drowned their sorrows or celebrated their successes. A shadowy corner for the gamblers prayed for their Gwent decks to fare better than their opponents. There were even some families gathered by the large fire with bowls of broth and torn pieces of bread.

You had taken a seat at an empty table, slightly out of sight from the group you were meant to be with. You weren’t ready to be confronted with that situation until you had at least two tankards worth of ale in your system. In all fairness, you had debated about coming here in the first place, but it was Cirilla’s twenty-first birthday, and you would have felt awful if you hadn’t shown your face, even for the briefest of moments to wish her well.

It had absolutely nothing to do with avoiding a certain witcher, nothing at all.

A few years ago, Ciri marched into a small school on the outskirts of Rochdale, a quaint town in Velen, and stated that she wanted to continue her studies. Even if it was only for a few days a month. When her family visited. The matron was sceptical at first, not knowing who this child was or where she had come from but when Ciri produced a large coin purse, there were no qualms of fitting her into the roster of students.

You took Ciri under your wing the moment she’d stepped into your classroom. Ciri’s love for history and mythology strengthened the bond between you. Many evenings were spent talking about the world and all its wonder. And particularly, the monsters that lurked in the darkness.

In the space of a few weeks, you learnt a lot about Ciri and her adoptive parent. She confided in you about her hardships of trying to find Geralt. He was someone that her grandmother had told her to go to when Cintra fell to the Nilfgaardians. Your heart had clenched at the thought of such a sweet young girl wandering this world alone, with no family and in search of someone that she did not truly know existed.

It was one evening when Ciri unravelled the rope attached to her horse outside the school, waiting for Geralt to arrive, that you first met him. While you loaded the saddlebags with books, the sound of hoofs on the cobblestones caught your attention, and a majestic mare appeared from the side of the stone wall with a man astride her. He silently nodded to Ciri, no further expression or acknowledgement was made.

It looked as if there were no more than fifteen years between Geralt and Ciri, and he was not what you had expected. You had envisioned an older man, a farmer or merchant perhaps, with a family of his own. Not this handsome man, in a black cape, luscious white hair that curled over his shoulders.

He had caught you off guard, enamoured as you watched him dismount the horse. Your bodies almost touched in the tight space between you both. You stared at his chest, the wolf head medallion indicating his occupation. A Witcher. He towered over you; amber eyes glared down as you froze to the spot. Your legs felt like lead as you were held in his gaze. He should have frightened you, a slayer of monsters but, regardless of his stoic appearance, his presence provided a sense of calm.

The first grunt that he expelled went unheard, you snapped out of it when he did it a second time and shifted from his path so he could collect the books from Ciri. You could have sworn that, even though he seemed gruff, a small smirk twitched at your flustered state.

“See you next week Miss,” Ciri called after you as you lifted yourself into the saddle and gave her a small wave.

The awkwardness heated your cheeks and your mind spiralled at the way you’d reacted to Geralt. You had never frozen in front of a parent or guardian before. A cough brought you to your senses and a groan rumbled through you unexpectedly as you turned to him, eyes wide with embarrassment and a wish for the ground to swallow you whole.

You waited for Geralt to say something, but no words followed, and he seemed to be in just a flustered state as yourself, but you tried to shake that thought. There was no way a man like him would ever think of a teacher in any way other than a guardian should.

Ciri popped from around Geralt’s horse, a mischievous look on her face, “He’s trying to ask you if you’d like to join us for dinner or would like company back to your lodgings.”

You smiled to yourself at the fond memory, the sound of music and laughter lifted your spirit in the small tavern. Until you glanced to the side; the seat beside you was empty, and its presence was a reminder of what you had lost.

What had happened between you and Geralt was a friendship that had developed into secret sparks of lust. But your burning flame of love was extinguished the moment you saw him with Yennefer. After two years of tiptoeing around friendship and the late night trysts, you’d lost him to the most beautiful and powerful woman of the continent.

Your heart ached when you caught several glimpses of Geralt throughout the evening; either talking to the innkeeper or with Ciri and Jaskier as they attempted to get him to dance. He hadn’t seen you yet, you were sure of it, and you hadn’t made your presence known to anyone either. As much as you wanted to keep it that way, you would have to see Ciri at some point and that time came sooner than you expected as your eyes met across the tavern and she ran towards you.

In a flash of light, she teleported to your table and wrapped her arms around you. You would never get used to that. You returned the hug, clinging onto her as tightly as you could because it was likely this would be the last time, you would see her.

Nobody knew about your job offer at Oxenfurt Academy, that you were strongly considering the move to Redania, bags packed and ready at the door. It was what you needed, a fresh start. Plus, you knew that the matron was going to start looking at reducing the staff numbers after the drop in births in the town so you might as well get out before you were penniless.

You let Ciri go and caught another arrival to your side; Jaskier. His beaming smile was infectious, and he made you giggle as he dramatically bowed to you. Geralt was behind him, no expression on his face and not that you dared to look at him properly in fear for how much it would hurt you to do so.

Completely unaware of the awkward tension that was filling the space between you and your former secret lover, Jaskier instantly took a seat opposite you and tipped his tankard upside down, “Oh Geralt, it looks like it’s your round!”

Geralt grunted and left the three of you on your own. You relaxed ever so slightly as you watched him walk away and turned your attention to the birthday girl, woman.

“Oh, Y/N, it has been a while, three months at least!” Ciri said as she clasped your hands in hers.

“It has indeed, I heard from many merchants about your birthday celebrations, and I had to make sure at once that I was here to join in!” You beamed at her and shuffled along the wooden bench for her to join, “How long are you staying in town for this time?”

“I’m not sure, it depends on Geralt as always.” Ciri shrugged.

Priscilla, a beautiful blonde bard that caught Jaskier’s attention many moons ago in Novigrad, appeared at this side and pulled him away to perform a duet on the makeshift stage. In her excitement, Ciri jumped out and followed them. Even though they didn’t notice you had stayed behind, you didn’t mind and chuckled at their antics as they coaxed the patrons to gather around.

“Guess this is for you then.” Geralt slid into the seat opposite and gestured to the tankard, the foam spilling over the edge as you took it from him.

You were sure he could hear your heart thumping in your chest, choosing to give a small smile and a nod as you sipped the ale. The bittersweet melody filled the room, and it took you back to another time. To one where Geralt held you in his arms and filled you with so much hope for a future together.

It was your first visit to the Skellige Isles, and you loved every second that you spent with Crach an Craite and his clan, celebrating his daughter, Cerys, becoming Queen. You had been surprised when Geralt had asked you to accompany him, thinking that he’d ask Yennefer or Ciri to join him, but you didn’t let the moment pass you by; it was the first time you’d been on a ship and travelled the seas, let alone attended a coronation.

The banquet hall was full to the brim of Jarls and their clans from the many islands that formed Skellige. Enormous amounts of food were laid out on the tables and wine was on a never-ending supply. The revelry continued long into the night, you and Geralt clapping and laughing along to the guests dancing the Cèilidh.

You brought the goblet to your lips, now stained red from the wine, and sipped slowly as you felt the alcohol taking effect. Warmth filled your cheeks and you felt like you were floating with Geralt at your side, his arm securely around your waist.

“Drink up, because we are going up there any minute.” Geralt whispered in your ear.

Once more, Geralt had surprised you, thinking he’d never do such a thing and proving you wrong in an instant. Or, just, maybe, you shouldn’t believe everything that Yennefer tells you. He whisked you up into his arms and you skipped into the throng of bouncing and twirling dancers.

After a few stumbles and the odd miss turn, you found the rhythm and began to enjoy yourself. It was like you were in your own little world with Geralt. Your heart was beating so fast you thought it might burst from your chest. Together, you rounded the dance floor, twirling between other people and joining them for the group segments of the dance before returning to Geralt to skip through a human archway.

The music hit its end, you and Geralt both collapsing onto a bench, still giggling through the pain of being out of breath. He leant forward, his hand firmly on the nape of your neck, and pressed his lips to yours. You kissed him back with no inhibitions.

Your fingertips skimmed along your bottom lip, the memory of Geralt’s kiss still lingering there. After all this time, the memory had you brimming with hope and desire, or maybe it was the ale that was clouding your judgement. Without a second thought, you turned towards Geralt to find that he was looking straight at you, and he was too slow to hide his staring. You choked out a laugh as his eyes went wide and his cheeks tinged pink. Never in a million years did you think you’d see the witcher blush.

“I’m sorry but your face.” You giggled into your palm, swaying from side to side and clutching your belly. “So-sorry.”

“No, you’re not.” He tried to sound angry, but his smirk betrayed him.

Your fit of laughter tapered off and allowed you to regain your composure. The awkward silence filling the space between you once more as you resigned to not pursuing the conversation. A wave across the room caught your eye, Ciri beckoning you over but as you turned to stand, Geralt placed his hand atop yours on the table.

He hardly touched you, and you were staring at his hand, uncertain as to what he was doing. You lifted your head to find his softened gaze and immediately dropped back into your seat, nodding for him to say whatever it was that was on his mind.

“What were you thinking?” He whispered.

“When?” Your brow furrowed, the weight of Geralt’s hand growing as he relaxed.

“Just now. It looked like you were daydreaming.” He asked.

Your heart raced; you were silly to think he wouldn’t notice. He notices everything, and you couldn’t lie to him, he would catch you out, even if you were good at it. Stalling for time, you picked up your empty tankard and tried to catch the remaining droplets for some courage.

“If you really must know,” You paused, waiting for him to shut the conversation down but he didn’t and you felt the heat rising up your neck, “Erm, well, I was thinking about when we danced at Cerys’ ascension.”

Geralt smiled, a full beaming one, one that was like the moment he pulled away from your kiss all those years ago. It hit you with a force, and you couldn’t hold back all the feelings that you had packed away when he left with Yennefer not even a few months ago.

He didn’t say anything, just smiled and then sipped his ale. You weren’t sure what was happening and why he was looking at you like that. As if he was happy that you still thought of him fondly. Before you could question him, Ciri was at your side and tugging at your arm to join her, exclaiming that there would be dancing. You unfurled her hand from its grip and shook your head.

“I’m sorry Ciri, but I have to go now.” You gave her a sad smile as you stepped out from the table and pressed a light kiss to her cheek, “I hope you enjoy the rest of your celebrations little sparrow.”

Ciri’s face softened at the old nickname, “Thank you, do you need someone to walk you home.”

You chose to ignore the glare that Ciri was giving Geralt as you pulled the cloak around your shoulders. Geralt wouldn’t fall for her tricks but she was stubborn and from the huff and scrape of the chair, you knew she had gotten her way.

“Ready?” Geralt asked and you nodded, following him through the door into the night.

It was freezing, the air bit into the exposed skin of your cheeks and neck. Suddenly Geralt was in front of you, pulling the hood over your head and bringing it tighter around you.

“There’s a storm coming, you don’t want to catch a cold.” He explained.

You were dumbfounded at his care and the way he weaved an arm across your shoulders, guiding you back to your cottage. Unable to do or say anything more than put one foot in front of the other, or thereabouts, in your slightly merry state.

Geralt was warm, and smelt of ale, sandalwood, and leather. You were unable to stop yourself from sinking further into his hold, relishing the moment. Even if it meant that your heart would shatter once you reached your home, and the loss of his warmth would bring tears.

Silence remained between you, yet this time it was comfortable. It was as if this is where you were meant to be; walking side by side in a small town, surrounded by the multitude of stars and nothing but the beating of your hearts.

The cobbled path wound around various shops and cottages, culminating in the town square. It was empty, a distinct comparison to when you visited earlier in the morning to see if the visiting merchants had anything new or different to sell.

“Would you have liked to dance?” Geralt whispered, if the square was alive with the traders and merchants, you wouldn’t have heard him, but it was clear in the open air.

“I’m sorry?” You uncurled from his hold and stood in front of him, looking up at his glowing eyes.

“Back there, did I stop you?” He asked with a neutral expression that you had long ago realised was a mask to hide his true feelings.

“No,” you shook your head and wrapped your arms around yourself, “I did think it was time to leave though.”

“Because you were daydreaming about me?” Geralt asked, a lopsided smile on his lips as you continued down the path.

“Yes, because I was getting caught up in our past.” You ducked away from his sight, “I shouldn’t have mentioned it.”

“I was thinking about the same thing, well more specifically what happened afterwards.” Geralt stopped at the gate to your cottage, “And I think you were too.”

You looked up at him, knowing you couldn’t lie, with a sad smile “You know I was Geralt. Don’t play games with your thinking. Thank you for walking me home.”

Geralt’s words rushed out, “Can I come in?”

Once again, Geralt was full of surprises, he’d never invited himself round and usually, he would just enter without question. Then you thought of how different things were now that you had gone your separate ways. When he chose to be with her.

“What would Yennefer think?” You asked, the jealousy not missing from your tone no matter how hard you tried to be nonchalant.

“Yennefer is not my master.” He grunted, “Why are we even talking about her?”

“Because you left with her. That day.” You bit down on your lip in a hope of tears not making an appearance. “I didn’t realise you had feelings for her until Jaskier mentioned the djinn and the wish you granted.”

“That fuckin’ bard.” He growled, “I do not have feelings for Yennefer, my wish was about you, but it didn’t work. You didn’t want me near you.”

You recoiled at his tone, “excuse me? You’re the one that left in a carriage to god knows where for months without a single word.”

“I left a letter.” Geralt pushed through the cottage door and gestured his hands towards the candles dotted around the cottage, causing a flame to ignite at their wicks.

You followed him into your bedroom and watched as he pulled at the drawer that you’d put aside for him many moons ago, and atop his tunics was a piece of folded paper. You stared at the letter, now in Geralt’s hand.

It had been too painful to open the drawer, you hadn’t been in it since he left. It had taunted you enough just by being there, a reminder of you welcoming him into your home. Let alone being able to feel the fabric or take in his scent, it would have filled your heart with more pain.

“As it’s still in the drawer, I’m guessing you didn’t find it.” Geralt sighed, placing it down on the furniture and leaning back against, folding his arms. “And that explains why you didn’t turn up the other night.”

“I didn’t, why would I have gone in there?” You whispered as you began preparing the fireplace, anything to keep you busy.

He mumbled, “Because you sleep in my tunics when I’m away.”

“Okay, and what about the other night?” You questioned as the flames caught on the logs, “Where was I supposed to meet you?

At the lack of response, you turned to look at Geralt and he was scowling at something behind you, the trunk at the door and a collection of bags. You watched him taking in the rest of your home. There were no ornaments or trinkets on the walls, no books on the shelves or stacks of parchment dotted around. It was all packed away, ready for you to leave.

“Are you going somewhere?” He asked, the neutral appearance back on his features.

“Yes.” you nodded.

“For how long?” His arms dropped from their hold on his chest.

“For as long as I have a job.” You stated.

“Where?” Geralt was quiet and looking down at the floor.

“Oxenfurt Academy.”

His head snapped up, amber eyes glinting in the dim light of your cottage, “Why are you going to Redania?”

“Because I have nothing else here.” You shrugged as a tear fell from your cheek, you knew that not saying goodbye was hard, but this seemed a lot harder.

“What about Ciri? Or Jaskier? Priscilla?” Geralt asked, his jaw clenching and unclenching as he waited for your answer.

“I’m sure I’ll see them again. Ciri and I will likely cross paths if she pursues her education, and I’m sure she’d track me down the second she finds out about me leaving. I already made a promise to Jaskier that I’d see Priscilla’s shows wherever I am.” Before Geralt interrupted, you sat on the edge of your bed and continued, “He doesn’t know, it was an old promise, and you know what I’m like when it comes to those.”

Geralt silently moved across the room and sat beside you, taking your hand in his, “What about me?”

You shook your head, “I thought you didn’t want me anymore.”

“I’m here, aren’t I?” Geralt looked at you, a softness in his eyes, “So, Oxenfurt Academy?”

You were unable to look at him, ashamed of deciding to leave in haste and without talking to him about it at least once, “Yes, I leave in a couple of weeks.”

“I’ll follow you anywhere.” He promised and before you could counter him, he continued, “I asked you to meet me at the docks because I wanted to give you this.”

Geralt opened a pouch attached to his hip and pulled out a delicate silver chain. He held it out so you could see the side profile of a wolf’s head with an amber gem for the eye. You weren’t sure what to say as you marvelled at the beautiful gift, lifting your hair away from your neck for Geralt to clip it in place.

“Thank you, it’s beautiful.” You whispered.

Your fingers glided along the chain and you held the wolf away from your chest, twisting it in the glow of the candles. A stray tear fell down your cheek but Geralt caught it with the pad of his thumb. You leant into his warm touch, his calloused palm a welcome feeling that you had long missed. Geralt lifted your face and pressed his forehead to yours before he softly kissed you.

The kiss was tentative at first, light pecks making way for harder pushes and pulls, swipes of tongue until your arms were wrapped around Geralt’s neck. You adjusted until you were straddling his lap. Geralt pulled at the lacing of your tunic until it loosened around your shoulders and exposed more of your chest.

He brought his lips to yours again, the kiss was more heated than before. Tongues swiped and teeth nibbled along each other’s lips with him pulling your body into a tight hold, his erection hardening and pushing against your core.

At the spark of pleasure, you pulled away in shock and lifted your body from him. You held the tunic in place and backed away, sitting further down the bed from him, his head hanging down as you tried to make sense of why you pulled away and were still protecting yourself when it was clear that he wanted you.

“I’m sorry Geralt, I- for the longest time, I thought you were with Yennefer, I-” You sobbed, hand cupping your mouth as you let the emotions flow freely.

You felt the bed dip and you turned to find Geralt laying back against the pillows, an arm open in waiting. You scooted up the bed and curled into his side, sinking into his warmth, and being soothed by the fingertips that swirled up and down your arm in nonsensical patterns.

“As I said before, I will follow you anywhere that you go.” He murmured and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

With the tears no longer falling, you tipped your head up to look at Geralt to find his eyes closed. You rested your head onto his shoulder and began to trace the shape of the medallion on his chest, sleep finally taking you to the world of dreams as raindrops began to patter on the roof.

A new home: it was on a quiet street quite close to Oxenfurt academy, only a twenty-minute stroll until you were in the hustle and bustle of the city. It was a lot busier than you had prepared for, especially compared to your small town of Rochdale.

Your colleagues had told you that you’d been lucky to find the lodgings in the area and for such a good rental rate too. The ground floor consisted of a kitchen and seating area and the upstairs hosted two bedrooms. It was just the right size for you, but you hadn’t fully unpacked yet. Satchels half-emptied and trunks open but still full to the brim with trinkets and books.

You were settled in the chair by the fireplace, the warm embers glowing as you read the book in your lap. It wasn’t late but your eyes were feeling heavy after the most hectic month of moving to the city and settling into your new role at the academy.

A knock at the door made you jump; the book fell to the floor with a thud. Tentatively, you approached the entrance to your home and glanced through the frosted pane in the wooden door but could only make out two figures. Ciri and Geralt stood before you, your mouth dropped agape as their arrival was unexpected and you weren’t sure what to say.

“Surprise! I’ve enrolled at Oxenfurt Academy.” Ciri laughed and wrapped her arms around you.

You held her close and rested your chin on her shoulder, looking over at Geralt, shock and happiness coursing through you. In the dim light of the torches that lined the street, his mouth twitched into a smirk. Your heart fluttered and you couldn’t wait to have his arms wrapped around you once more.

“I cannot believe it; I wish you’d let me know beforehand so I could have prepared for your visit.” You beckoned them into the warmth of your new lodgings, picked up the fallen book and attempted to tidy away the pots and pans on the table.

“Oh, come on Y/N, it’s only us, I’ll start making a pot of tea.” Ciri headed over to the stove and filled the kettle.

Geralt entered your home, he filled the space with his height and broad shoulders, the atmosphere was tense, and you weren’t sure what to do. It had been a while since you last spoke to him; the morning after he returned and discovered you were moving away.

“Hello,” you squeaked, unable to keep the excitement from your tone, “erm- how long are you staying? Where are you staying?”

“Ciri mentioned you had spare beds.” Geralt murmured. “If that’s okay with you?”

“Yes, of course, right this way.” The steps creaked underfoot as you both ascended the staircase, and your nerves began to bubble as you felt his eyes on your back. You opened the first door to the spare room with two single frames and a small chest of drawers, “sorry it’s not much. My bedroom is just down the hall and there is a bath in there.”

Geralt placed a couple of satchels on the bed and removed his armoured plate. You couldn’t help the way you stared at him in the tunic and the dark hair across the exposed part of his chest. He pulled out a small bag from a satchel pocket and turned back to you with a small smile.

“I-We brought your favourite biscuits from Rochdale.”

The stutter did not go unnoticed, but you did not react to it, instead offered a smile and a whispered thank you as Geralt placed the bag into your outstretched hand. Instantly, you opened it and raised it to your face to inhale the sweet scent of the treat.

“This will go lovely with the tea, we should-.” You gestured back to the stairs and spun on your heel.

“Wait,” Geralt huffed and caught the crook of your arm to turn you to face him, “I should have done something else when you answered the door.”

A frown etched on your features until his hand cupped your cheek and you caught the way his amber eyes glowed as they flicked down to your lips. Your mouth parted and your eyes fluttered closed as you slowly edged towards one another, meeting in the middle in a soft kiss.

Your body tingled in Geralt’s hold, as your lips melted into his chapped ones. Knees grew weak as he invaded all your senses. It was as if he knew and wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you flush to his hard chest.

Both of you pulled away for air, his fiery gaze drank you in and sent a wave of pleasure through your body. He claimed your mouth once more with hunger, your hands carded through his ashen locks, and you tugged him closer still. Geralt lifted you into his arms and carried you to your bedroom.

Too consumed in your reunion and that Geralt had kept his promise to follow you anywhere, neither of you heard the door close behind Ciri’s hasty exit.

The tea and biscuits were long forgotten.

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the-littlest-kojin · 2 years

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Identity

Kind of a long one, so putting it below the cut.

Walking slowly up the stone path towards the dead star, Shio lets her mind wander.

I know that I declared myself retired. But is it really that simple?

Gazing down at the crystal in her hand, the symbol of Azem, she frowns.

The Seat of Azem. I was once Azem. Maybe I still am? Is this the duty for me, now?

Scowling as she stows the small rock, Shio angrily kicks one of the stones off of the path, watching it spiral into the starry void below.

I am tired of this. Champion of the Scions. Warrior of Light. Azure Dragoon. Warrior of Darkness. Eikon-Slayer. Saviour. Hero. Azem.

Reaching her destination, the field of Elpis flowers, she sits at the edge, staring out over the firmament, letting her thoughts roll and emotions roil.

Why do I need to be Azem? Why me?

A sudden noise next to her makes her start, and a voice responds to her thought, deep and mellifluous.

"You don't need to be Azem."

Turning her head in shock, Shio gasps, seeing the taller figure in Amaurotine robes sitting next to her, her face reminiscent of that which she sees in the mirror every day.

"A-Azem!"

A slow smile passes across the Amaurotine's lips. "Of a sort. I'm... Here and not here. An Echo, if you will. This place... It's filled with what Fandaniel calls 'Dynamis', isn't it?"

The smaller woman nods, awe-struck and cowed by the presence of the legendary figure whom she is attempting to live up to.

"I thought so. But please. Do not call me Azem. I never wanted the Seat. My name is Thalassa."

Nearly in tears, Shio starts to talk, her words spilling out of her lips in a rush, languages bleeding together as she reaches for concepts in a frantic litany.

"You didn't want it either? Why do they expect so much of me? Of us? It never ends, there's always another stone, atop the mountain on my shoulders. Save him, kill her, free them, retrieve that. There's always another job, always another crisis, always another emergency. And I know, I have to help them because I can, and someone has to, and I'm you, and you'd help them. You're the Traveler, everybody in Elpis had such positive things to say of you. Emet-Selch placed you on a pedestal so high that I can't see the top from where I'm sitting. I don't know how to be you, and I'm letting you down, and everybody-"

Sternly frowning, Thalassa speaks, her voice imbued with an irresistible thread of command. "Stop."

Blinking tears away, her mouth hanging open, Shio stops, in awe of the Ancient in every way. "Let us start here, Shio Shinju. You are not me."

Nodding sadly, salty tears starting to spill, Shio opens her mouth to resume her litany, only to be cut off again.

"You are not me. But you should not be me. You should be you."

Confused and blinking, Shio waits for the shade to continue, unable to muster up any words at all.

"I am Thalassa. Holder of the Seat of Azem. Rogue member of the Convocation of Fourteen. Shepherd to the Stars in the dark.

You are Shio Shinju. Champion of the Kojin of the Blue. Granddaughter to Bunchin. Wife to Lett Fyth.

Shio is not Thalassa. Shio is not Azem. Hades said a lot of things, but his assertion that you are Azem, that you are beholden to the duties of the title, was and is wrong."

Turning her gaze back to the starfield, Shio tries not to break down bawling, Thalassa's words seeping into her soul like the most comforting tides.

Hearing her Unsundered self turn back to watch the stars with her, Shio listens to her comforting voice continue.

"I always chafed at the Seat. I wanted to quit immediately. But I was chosen for a reason. My mentor - Mitron - saw something in me. He saw my potential, my skill. And then..." Shio turns as Thalassa trails off, seeing tears start to roll down her face.

"And then the seas boiled, and the sky burned. The Final Days. I did all I could. Saved people. Tried to create safety. ...It wasn't enough."

The seas boiled. Shio turned the phrase over in her mind, the pain from Thalassa's description resonant, shaking her to the core. Closing her eyes, she could almost see the bubble of Tamamizu, roiling, steam hissing as it started to rupture-

"Don't. We need to be careful of Dynamis."

Startled at Thalassa seeming to sense her thoughts a second time, Shio turns to see a sheepish grin on the Ancient's face.

"It seems that my time here is coming to an end. Please know this more than anything else:

Shio Shinju. I'm proud of you.

If you want to take up the mantle of Azem, you have my blessing.

But if you want to refrain, and just help people as you please, then please know, from the bottom of my heart:

You have my blessing for that too."

Tears in her eyes, Shio nods, murmuring gratitude to the shade, even as she fades away with a grin.

(Once more, my photographer is the illustrious @snow-covered-moon! She's really great and has a great eye for this kind of thing.)

#ffxiv #ffxiv screenshots #ffxiv roleplay #shio shinju #thalassa #endwalker spoilers

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ao-no-exorcist-imagines · 3 years

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Do you also write for Naraku from Inu Yasha?

If so how about a Naraku x y/n where she is a famous and strong demon hunter. She had the chance to kill as a demon in his prime but couldn't because she developed feelings for him. Afterwards she travels the land flings herself into dangerous situations and tries to get stronger. All to forget him. But he has other plans...

(You're all lucky I love you because I despise naraku. Although I'm a sesshomaru type of gal so I guess that makes me almost as bad)

It had been 6 months and 12 days with your last encounter with Naraku. He was easily the most powerful demon you'd ever met. And you had a chance to kill him while he was blind sided.

And yet you failed. You, the most powerful demon slayer, failed. All because you were developed feelings over the past months you'd been tracking him.

He didn't even try to hurt you, he just let you escape. And all while kagura was screaming at him to kill you. "Shut up, wench" was the only words he'd ever spoken in front of you.

Quite ironic, wasn't it.

You'd recently encountered a tiny village, tortured by these huge creatures. They'd simply eat their victims, but most of their victims were children or women. It had you dumbfounded because most demons went for the men first.

But it made sense, killing their families made most men severely depressed. Most lost their will to live. But there were a few that tried to fight back, but they were unsuccessful.

It wasn't a high paying job, but you didn't mind. It was supposed to be a simple job, in and out, until Naraku decided to show up.

6 months, and 12 days, he'd been tracking you all this time. Watching you, taking in all your glory. You thought it was so he could learn all your moves to take you out easier, seeing as you've been the closest to killing him.

But that wasn't it at all. He'd never seen such a beautiful women ever. He'd been surrounded by many his whole life, and yet none had the softest eyes all while being the strongest fighter.

You'd had a huge heart, and yet also a cold one. He couldn't understand how someone like you existed, most soft hearted slayers were killed easily. But not you, you were only Human and managed to slay more demons than anyone, even the half-demon Inuyasha.

You were taken aback. He kept stepping closer and he you kept stepping back. His hand reached out and grasped the side of your face. You were frozen, maybe by fear, or shock.

You weren't sure, but what happened next took you by surprise. He grabbed your arm and just like that, you were gone.

You awoke in a strange place. A purple haze filled everywhere, and it reeked of demon. And yet there he was, standing right in front of you.

You weren't sure what to say but all you could muster out was "thank you." He simply nodded and stared at you. "You're lucky. I don't know what it is about you. But for months I've been watching you." You nodded. "Sometimes I even saved you, and you thought it was simply dumb luck" you chuckled, you knew it wasn't luck but you didn't know it was him.

He caressed the side of your face once more, before bringing your lips to his. It sent a tingle down your body, like a spark, from your lips to your toes. You knew it was wrong but you wanted to stay there forever.

#inuyasha #inuyasha imagines #naraku #naraku imagines #naraku x reader #naraku oneshot

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ihaveafandom-problem554 · 2 years

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Hiya! I was wondering if maybe you had any more headcannons for better spider mom (from the post before the og better spider bro post) / drider mom????

Heeey!! And yes I do

Reading this, I don't know if I should have them as the same person.. I loved the way you titled her "Better spider mom"

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Masami = older spider brother (You know- the freaky looking one?)

Rini = The other spider sister that got killed by Rui (The one who got snitched on)

Oni = The spider sister that got killed by Shinobu (The snitch)

Taiki = The Father spider ( The one that beat the living shit out of Inosuke, and was built like a uppermoon-)

Rui = Look me in the eye and tell me you don't know who that is

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She can never get the chance to sit down and enjoy peace and quiet due to the fact something has to go wrong on the family

Either Masami is bothering Oni and or Rini

Rui got mad and was having a tantrum(yall know what I mean when I say tantrum right? What Muzan does when he gets mad?)

Slayers were attacking

Rui had another tantrum

Masami was still bothering everyone

You know all that good shit

The family is just casually watching their mother lose her shit in the kindest way possible

Carries Oni over her shoulder everytime she got into a fight with Masami

Lectures Masami a lot

Reminds Rui that she loves him, all the time. Sometimes she has to hold his hand in order to prove it.

Does the same with the rest of the family but Rui's the greediest

When Rui goes out for a meeting, or was ordered to do something by Muzan, The family would take advantage

Oni and Rini would use this time to either talk with her or cuddle against her.

Mostly cuddling though, she's very comfortable to lay on

Oni would do anything to cuddle with her

Masami would just bother the living shit out of her, but it never works the way he wants it to go

He would want her to yell or threaten him. Instead, she would grab him and place him in another room. It upsets him a lot so he tries it over and over again

Never works but he doesn't get the hint

But on days when he's exhausted(which is once every 86 years) he'll just plop himself down on her and snuggle

Rini loves it when she cups her face

Like sure, the mother's hands are cold like Antarctica, but its a comforting cold to her

The second she does manage to get her alone time, she would spend the night with Taiki.

She noticed that Rui only really calls his "father" when he needs to punish someone or to reach something.

Taiki loves the fact she would want to spend time with him, not all the time kids want to, so he is really grateful!

The Mom would have a tendency to spoil every single one of the family members, even the new ones.

She'll shower the family members with love every time she sees them, cause the chances of them staying long is very unlikely

Her blood demon art (Spider demon art) would be poison manipulation? I don't know

She's able to make poisonous venom into little silk bottles and inject it into her victims

She could use her fangs but, she's a women of class. Not a vermin-

Though- the venom does come out of her mouth so she tend to spit a lot

Just so get rid of the intoxicating taste

Actually really picky with the humans she eats

They human can't be a young child

They could not have a loving family

It can't be someone who had done any forms of drugs recently (Her poison filled mouth is intoxicating enough)

And they could not be pregnant

If someone had to do the hunt for the family they have to keep this in mind

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Thats all I got for now! Byee!!!!

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kny rui #rui #demon slayer headcanons #demon slayer rui #Demon slayer names #mother spider demon #spider father #sister spider demon #older spider brother #older spider sister

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roscgcld · 3 years

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How would the second years react to someone who's always daydreaming and have her heads up in the cloud you know like muichiro from demon Slayer, if you don't know him it's okay anyway like she can get lost anywhere,forgets to eat,and cross the crosswalk whenever a car is coming with a fem reader she/her please

Tbh, I’m lazy to follow up on Demon Slayer’s manga, since am invested in Jujutsu Kaisen rn lol. So my knowledge about him is the bare minimum since I watched the anime cx

BUT - I think I can come up with something about this lol.

Lowkey, Zen’In Maki might become the mother figure that reminds you to eat all the time. She’d lightly smack the back of your head when she realises that you’re no longer on Earth, gesturing for you to return to your meal if you were daydreaming in the middle of lunch, kick your foot a little when she’s talking and realises that she’s completely lost you mid-conversation, or even lightly hit your arm when someone asks you a question and you were clearly in la-la-land. I feel like with how easily you get distracted by your thoughts, she might have her hand around your wrist all the time, pulling you through the crowds if you two are in Tokyo for the day.

“No one pays me to make sure this girl is not going to get killed.” She’d grumbles to herself as she continues to tug you about. But if anyone tries to take advantage of you, like try to pick your pockets, she’d grab the person’s wrist firmly and raises a threatening eyebrow; tightening to the point where she’s moments away from breaking the person’s wrist. “What do you think you’re doing?” She’d ask in a dark voice, one that causes the people around her to stiffen and shift away from the silently fuming woman; while you were completely unaware of what’s happening around you.

She’s eventually let go if she deems that the person has learnt their lesson, or after she broke her wrist. She’d just drape her arm around the other girl’s shoulders before walking away, telling the confused girl that she wants to grab a drink at a nearby cafe or smth lol. She is gonna be protective mama bean.

For Inumaki Toge, I feel like the baby just knows how to drag you about. Since he can’t speak, a lot of the times he has to poke your side to bring you back down to earth, mumbling an onigiri ingredient to reaffirm that someone is talking to you.

“Sujiko.”

“O-Oh! Sorry, what was the question again?”

Lowkey really stressful for him because he just needs you to talk for the both of them, since he can’t just go about talking to people like a normal person. So he relies on you heavily whenever you two are out together on missions or just on food runs together. However, it’s like second nature for him to just grab you and string you along. Whenever the other second years start to walk, he’d wordlessly reach out for you and grab you without needing to be reminded. Grabbing your arm when the others are about to make a decision about what food to get so that you are brought back down to Earth. Tugging on your arm quietly when you two are about to walk up to the counter to order.

With that being said though, there were times where you just wouldn't snap out of your daydream, he’d just be standing there awkwardly in front of the person that asked you two the question; pretending to cough and gesture to his throat as if to silently say, “sorry, my throat hurts and I can’t speak.” It usually works, but there are a few people who are super mean and might start to be rude to both of you for ‘wasting my time’.

Honestly, he’s just used to it by now, and learns to live with how easily distracted you can be. If anything, sometimes he likes to join you and sit beside you since there is going to be guarantee silence if you two hang out. Gives him some time to relax and recharge after a long day around others.

Okkotsu Yuta might be the one who knows how to handle you the best - since he’s just used to you personality by now. He has an entire routine set up for you two if you two are going to go out together on food runs or when you two are sent on missions together.

When you two are eating together in the lunch hall, he’d wordlessly poke your side from time to time to remind you to finish your meal and to stop playing the food on your plate before Maki catches on and slaps you on the back of the head for it. When he realises that a teacher is going to call on, he’d nudge you to grab your attention and wordlessly pull away just as the teacher turns to you. When you two need to go and grab dinner for everyone, he’d stop you and ask you a bunch of questions in such a quick that it doesn't’ give you time to really drift off.

“What was Maki’s order again?”

“Does Toge want his food spicy or not?”

“Did Panda want those dumplings from the store? Pork or chives filling?”

“Do you want a drink with your order?”

It may seem drastic, but he much rather just knows what you were told and what you want to get before he goes out with the city with you. He’d rest a hand on the small of your back the entire time you’re out, leading you about wordlessly as you just follow beside him wordlessly. It’s not like you were really paying attention to begin with haha. But he doesn't mind - he just strings you around and not attempt to break you out from your trance, somehow being able to do whatever it is you two need to do while making sure you’re safe.

From time to time he does forget you at a train station or leaving you in a store after getting whatever it is you two need. But he’d find his way back to you through a lot of frantic calls. He swears sometimes the best investment for the second years is to get one of those children leashes for you.

Maki agrees.

At the end of the day, you’re just known as the ‘daydreaming girl of Tokyo Jujutsu Tech’ by many of your Kyoto classmates, and as the ‘dreaming senpai’ by your juniors - but the second years are so protective of you no one dares try to poke you.

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Jealousy pt. 1

A/N: another small two part fic because I’ve written out the frist part and don’t know where I wanna go with the second part yet, but wanna post anywayyy. On another note this was requested by the queen herself @softiebadbitch , I hope you liked the first part. I’ll try uploading the second part tomorrow or the day after that, thank you for the request and the support ❤

warnings: none so far I think

genre: Fluff

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“I don’t understand why she’s not bothered by it” Evergreen sighed dramatically as her eyes lingered on Natsu and you who were goofing around while Freed and Grey were talking a bit further away. The fire dragon slayer’s hands were on you every opportunity that he got and Freed didn’t even bat an eye.

Bickslow and Laxus followed her eyes, knowing exactly who she was talking about, but decided not to question it, not wanting to give in to the girls’ crazy theories once again. When Evergreen let out another deep sigh, Bickslow placed his glass back down on the table, and let out a sigh himself, giving in “what are you talking about, Ever?”

“I’m glad you asked” a smile spread on to Evergreen’s face as she turned back around in her seat, facing the two men in front of her, before continuing what she was talking about “I’m talking about (Y/N) and Freed”

“What about them?” Laxus took another glance at you two as you were now cuddled in Freed’s side. A small smile automatically made its way across his face. He’s happy his best friend found someone as good as you.

The brunette scoffed at that as if it wasn’t the most obvious thing in the world that they didn’t seem to get “(Y/N) has the attention from literally every guy in the guild and Freed never once seems bothered by it. Not even a little bit.”

“So? Doesn’t that just mean that Freed trusts her? Isn’t that supposed to be a good thing?” Bickslow was confused by Evergreen’s statement. Why was she trying to search for a hidden meaning behind something that clearly wasn’t even a problem at all? Her mind really confused him sometimes.

“Not everyone needs a muscle head trailing behind her like a lost puppy” Laxus pointed out as all three pair of eyes flickered towards Elfman in unison, with Evergreen’s eyes lingering ever so slightly longer.

She snapped out of her stare as another audible scoff let her lips “That’s not what I meant and you know it. I mean a little bit of jealousy in a relationship is healthy, is it not?”

“If they don’t think it’s necessary, who are we to put norms on them? Besides, maybe Freed is jealous, but he just doesn’t show it. He’s not the greatest at showing how he feels after all” The blonde shrugged as he took another swig from the drink in his hand, ready to end this pointless conversation.

“Now I kinda wanna see Freed riled up” Bickslow mumbled as he tried thinking of a time when Freed had lost his composure, but his mind came up blank.

“I know right! We gotta make him jealous” in Evergreens mind she was doing you a favour. She wanted to show how much Freed actually cared for you by making him show his jealousy.

“Oh! Let me handle it, I know just the way to make Freed jealous” With that Bickslow left the table on his quest to get a reaction from his friend.

“This is stupid” Laxus mumbled as he observed his two best friends and you conversing.

Bickslow slung his arm around you and pulled you close, making you giggle and slap his chest, making Freed laugh along to something you said. You poked Bickslow’s side, making his figure retract and took that as your cue to cuddle back into Freed’s side. You stared up at him with love-filled eyes, which he gladly returned when he looked back down at you. It was like Bickslow had vanished and you two got lost in your own world.

“So that didn’t work” Bickslow announced deflated when he sat back down. He felt kinda guilty to try and stir something between the two of you when you were clearly over the moon by each other.

“Of course it didn’t, you two are always touchy-touchy and close. Of course, Freed’s not gonna search anything behind it” Evergreen rolled her eyes at the obvious reason as to why his plan failed “we need someone new, someone she isn’t as close with”

Both Bickslow and Evergreen’s eyes landed on Laxus who was carelessly sipping away in an attempt to avoid their gaze “Don’t even think about it”

“C’mon Laxus! Don’t you wanna know what’s it like to get Freed break his stoic demeanour?” the brunette tried to appeal to the dragon slayer’s wishes, but to no luck “not happening”

“We’ll do whatever you want for a week” Bickslow suggested to which Evergreen punched him in the shoulder and give him a stern look.

“Anything?” Laxus’s eyes were fixated on the girl in front of him, waiting to hear an answer directly from her mouth “Yeah, sure, whatever, but only if it works!”

A smirk was plastered across the blondes face as he took another glance at Freed and you “How long do I get?”

“You get a week. Not a second longer! And no telling her about it either!” Evergreen warned him to which he let out a low, confident chuckle “don’t worry, I won’t even need a full week”

The dragon slayer downed the last from his drink before getting up from his seat and walking over to where you and Freed were talking. “hey, (Y/N), are you free tomorrow?”

“Laxus! Hey! Yeah, I am, why?” You turned your head in surprise at the sound of your name coming from his lips. You two weren’t that close, but you figured it’s because you’re way too touchy for his liking, which you don’t blame him for.

“I need someone with your magic type to help me on a mission tomorrow” He explained. It wasn’t a complete lie, cause the job could easily be handled faster with someone who has your manipulation magic, he just figured he could do it alone if he put in a bit more effort.

“I could come as well” Freed suggested but Laxus quickly shot him down “oh no, that won’t be necessary, besides I thought I heard Bickslow and Evergreen talking about a new mission, I’m certain they’re expecting you to come along as well”

“Oh, alright, Bickslow didn’t mention it before, but I’ll make sure to ask him about it later” The green-haired mage frowned his eyebrow as to why Bickslow didn’t say anything when he was just here moments ago.

“Alright, see you tomorrow, (Y/N)” And with that Laxus went back to where Bickslow and Evergreen were seated “The plan is set in motion, oh, and by the way, you two will have to find a job by tomorrow and take Freed with you”

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