Crying Rn

Crying rn

-ˋˏ ༻demons༺ ˎˊ- kny x reader

✰“hey, __, what do you think a world without demons would be like?” a Taisho era vs. Present au, (a random idea I had)

✰additional tags: kny hashira’s x reader, gn! reader, mentions of death, mentions of blood, reader or character death, (depending on the character), not proof read for mistakes, spoilers for the infinity castle arc!!

✰character order: Tomioka Giyuu, Obanai Iguro, Shinazugawa Sanemi, Tokito Muichiro, (only included the characters I had idea’s for :)

“it’s all for you, everything i do. i tell you all the time, heaven is a place on earth with you.” -Lana Del Rey

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˚ʚtomioka giyuuɞ˚ | ˚ʚbefore the battleɞ˚

❥giyuu didn’t know how to respond to such a question. A world without demons? Half of him always remained hopeful, even if it didn’t seem like it. He wanted to believe muzan’s rein would come to and end. The other half couldn’t help but believe that something bad and irreversible would happen during the planned battle with Muzan. The one all the demon slayers had been preparing for.

♥“a world without demons seems peaceful. And it’d be even better with you by my side.” Giyuu muttered, answering your question. You felt his hand squeeze yours gently as the two of you continued laying comfortably in his estate, resting on a futon together as you played with his hair using your free hand.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. ˚ʚduring the battleɞ˚

❥giyuu had a horrible feeling before the battle. The two of you had accidentally parted ways while making your way into the infinity castle. Tomioka found himself going against upper three alongside tanjiro. You ended up going against upper two. Before you knew it, you found yourself pushing Kanao from getting killed by upper two. You took her place. Just as she was about to get killed, you took her place. Upper three had passed away soon after. Before he knew it, his kasugai crow came, announcing your death while protecting the insect Hashira’s young tsugoku. It was her you. You chose yourself.

♥he found himself frozen in place the moment your name fell out of the crows mouth. It hurt more than the wounds covering every last inch of his body. He did it yet again. He failed to protect another person he cared so deeply for. He failed to protect the love of his life. And he knew this horrible feeling wouldn’t just stay now, in the moment. He knew it would stick with him forever.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. ˚ʚa new lifeɞ˚

❥giyuu didn’t fully comprehend the feeling he felt whenever he saw you. You had simply been so beautiful. It sounded corny to say he was a teacher that fell for another teacher. But it was the truth. In fact, it had been love at first sight. Something he truly never believed in. Until he met you. He himself felt a deep connection to you. As if he had met you before. He knew it all must be silly, though.

♥even before he knew much about you, even when he had first met you, giyuu had felt he’d known you all his life. You had somehow felt the exact same way. Giyuu’s love for you only grew from there. Whenever he was with you he felt truly alive. He felt he’d have to protect you with his own life if anything were to happen to you. And he gladly would. Something felt wrong about you being in any danger. A feeling his past self knew all too well.

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˚ʚiguro obanaiɞ˚ | ˚ʚbefore the battleɞ˚

❥obanai remains confused at your question. A world without demons had seemed like such a non-existent world despite him becoming a demon slayer to get rid of them. It all seemed unlikely. At least, he couldn’t see himself living in a world like that. Only if you were there with him would it then all make sense.

♥iguro soon found himself smiling under his mask at your enthusiastic face, thinking of a demon-less world yourself. The idea seemed foreign, sure, but it was worth believing. “I don’t care if demons exist or not. As long as you exist I’m fine.” Obanai finally replied after his long thought process. Your face turned a light shade of red at his words. You found yourself burying your face into the crook of his neck as he gently hugged you.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. ˚ʚduring the battleɞ˚

❥obanai and you fighting side by side was something the two of you had both grown used to. Neither of you at all believed it was the last time you would fight together. It was a deadly situation. But becoming a demon slayer meant sacrificing your life for others. And as a hashira, the statement held much more meaning. You didn’t want this to be the end. You wanted to leave happily with the serpent pillar in this lifetime, though that was obviously not going to happen. No matter how hard you wished.

♥obanai had a tight hold on your body. You had both been slowly slipping out of consciousness. You were both to die soon. Yet he held you with so much strength. He muttered apologies to you as tears flowed out of his eyes. Tear after tear. “my love . . . it’s not your fault. I’m glad that I can at least be in your arms one last time.” You could hear his choked sobs. You heard one last, “I love you” come from his mouth before you fell lifeless, him soon passing away as well.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. ˚ʚa new lifeɞ˚

❥obanai fell for you fast. And he hated it. He hated how much he loved and cared for you. Especially how protective he was with you. But you had been just the same. Obanai felt something around you he’d never felt with anyone else before. He felt as if he’s known you since forever. In reality, he first met you when he took the position as a teacher in the kimetsu high school. If anything, he wishes he met you sooner.

♥he doesn’t know why, but it’s holding you in his arms that he loves and enjoys the most. It feels phenomenal. And it’s the way you care for him he also enjoy. You never judge him for his mask, or his harsh personality. You treat him with such kindness. And some words you say to him feel so familiar, bringing an odd feeling to him. He never hates the feeling.

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˚ʚshinazugawa sanemiɞ˚ | ˚ʚbefore the battleɞ˚

❥sanemi had seen the question as foolish, even though he knew it wasn’t meant to be. The demon slayer corps was there to ensure the end of demons. But he soon noticed the unhopeful look in your eyes as the question slipped out or your mouth. “I’m sure we’ll kill Kibutsuji. Together.” Sanemi reassured you as you only gave him a nod.

♥no matter how much shinazugawa had assured you, that sinking feeling in your stomach wouldn’t leave. As a hashira, you were e tasked with helping other demon slayers train. You didn’t mind it at all until slowly, the demon slayers began bringing up the battle with Muzan more often. Every time the battle was mentioned, your stomach sank and your mood dropped. But you didn’t understand why. Sanemi told you everything was going to be okay. So you tried to remain hopeful.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. ˚ʚduring the battleɞ˚

❥sanemi had lost his little brother. You and Genya had been the only two people he had left. And yet Genya had died. And it broke his heart. But he made sure he would find you and let nothing bad happen to you. His Kasugai crow was nowhere to be seen so he didn’t receive any news about you. In a way, it didn’t matter. He was too late but he didn’t know that.

♥they had defeated muzan. They saved Tanjiro. And although sanemi hadn’t seen you since you both had parted ways to fight different opponents, he still searched frantically for you, expecting for you to show up. But you didn’t. Tears brimmed his eyes but he refused to accept it. Until he felt a hand on his left shoulder. He turned his head in that direction and saw Giyuu, who silently crying while shaking his head. You had fought by giyuu. But you had suffered with multiple injuries after taking the fall so many times. It resulted in blood loss.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. ˚ʚa new lifeɞ˚

❥sanemi, when he first met you, felt as if he had been complete. Like a missing part of him had been restored. He didn’t know what the feeling was and he didn’t know how to explain it. It was as if something that had been taken from him was given back and presented right in front of him. He had fallen for you. And he had fallen hard. It seemed unusual for such a person like himself to suffer from love at first sight. Yet it happened. But it didn’t matter. You loved him just as he loved you.

♥you had an affect on him that he didn’t at all understand. That in reality, no one understood. He had treated you so differently from anyone else and always had a look of admiration in his eyes whenever he was with you. He never raised his voice at you as he did everybody else. He loved you. And he didn’t ever want to lose you. Not again.

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˚ʚtokito muichiroɞ˚ | ˚ʚbefore the battleɞ˚

❥muichiro often said random things when laying on the soft grass with you while cloud gazing. He had asked you what you thought of when it came to a world without demons. It was on odd question that you thought of for a short while. Muichiro brought his attention off the clouds and over to you. “I’m sure it’s a world of we can see soon.” Muichiro answered himself with a smile noticing you didn’t know what to say. You smiled back at him.

♥the mist pillar soon found his hand make its way towards your own. You gladly held his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. It wasn’t worth over thinking the upcoming battle with muzan. It was better to accept the heartwarming moments happening now. But sooner or later, you’d both have to accept those moments are soon coming to an end.

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❥muichiro certainly didn’t expect to encounter upper moon one. Yet there he was, fighting by your side, just the two of you. It seemed hopeless. You were both covered with fatal injuries. Even when Genya had came to help, nothing seemed to work. Before you knew it, the stone pillar and the wind pillar came as well. But it was too late. Both you and Muichiro were sitting together on the floor as he hugged you tightly, knowing you would die before him. He didn’t want this to happen. He was fine with dying. But he didn’t want you to die.

♥you had begun crying while in his arms as the other three continued fighting. Muichiro repeatedly muttered about how much he loved you, his hold on you getting tighter by the second. “I’ll adore you and cherish you forever, y/n. Just as I did in this life. No matter what I’ll always love you.” Before you knew it, the two of you had slipped into an unconscious state. Gyomei soon walked over, placing his bloody green haori over your two bodies, tears leaving his eyes as he wished you both to rest peacefully.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. ˚ʚa new lifeɞ˚

❥muichiro at first didn’t know much about you. At least he didn’t think he did. Yet when he spoke to you for the first time in one of his classes, he was convinced he knew you since the beginning of time. Your voice soothed him and everything about you was so mesmerizing. He didn’t often cling to others. But then he met you and found himself by your side all the time, no matter what.

♥with only a few days of knowing you, he fell for you. Surprisingly even his brother found himself growing fond of your company. He enjoyed how happy you made Muichiro. Muichiro being with you was a drastic change. Like a lost puppy following you every single place you go, and not at all wanting you to be away from you. He kept his promise. He’ll love you in every life he lives.

a/n: kinda felt like a writing some angst mixed with fluff. I don’t really do well with angst so I hope this was good. Anyways, some taisho secrets! ⇩

Taisho Secret with Giyuu: shinobu soon caught onto your relationship with giyuu and she began teasing him, saying that with how protective he is of you, she’s sure you were lovers in your past life.

Taisho Secret with Obanai: you and him got married when you still teaching in the high school. Once the students found out, they called you two the parents of the school.

Taisho Secret with Sanemi: after yours and his brothers death, sanemi suffered from depression and every night found himself thinking of you two. He hung pictures of you all over his estate as a way of grieving.

Taisho Secret with Muichiro: your body, along with Muichiro’s, was never found. But despite being lost in the infinity castle, your body remained together.

THIS IS SO CUTE RRRRRRRRRRR

“Chu-Chu!” Jealous! Chuuya Nakahara x G/N Reader - Bungou Stray Dogs

Warnings: Just some mild swearing (it’s literally chuuya), that’s pretty much it.

Chuuya grit his teeth as he watches you hug a plushie of him tightly, completely forgetting about his presence for the 5th time today. He already felt like ripping that stupid stuffed toy apart and throwing it out the window.

How dare that thing take his rightful place…? It should be HIM you’re hugging, not some damn plushie!

You were only sitting beside him with the Chuuya plushie held close to your chest, causing the actual Chuuya to narrow his blue eyes at the thing that was stealing your attention away from him.

You wouldn’t pay Chuuya any mind or attention the entire night due to your consistent coddling towards the plushie as you held it close to your chest.

“Goddammit, when are they going to throw that toy away already…?” He thought to himself with an almost envious scowl, glaring at the plushie in your arms.

Chuuya hated to admit it, but he was jealous...Jealous that stupid plushie of him you sewed got more attention from you than you give him him. You barely paid him any mind, only paying attention to the cute plushie instead, and it infuriated him.

The plushie even looked exactly like him. The orange hair, the grey tux, the fedora hat, the coat, it just looked more cotton-like and small.

Well...Small-er.

Chuuya remained quiet and took another sip of his cold drink. His gaze fixated on you until he finally clicked his tongue in frustration and slammed his drink down quite angrily.

“I'll tear that thing to shreds, maybe they'll finally acknowledge my damn existence..." He mumbled to himself with a scowl, voice low enough for you not to hear him.

Before you could even react, Chuuya abruptly snatched the plushie from your arms, glaring down at the thing that was slowly poisoning your mind.

You gasped, startled by the sudden snatch and spun your head towards the source, only to see your boyfriend holding the plushie in his grasp tightly, "Chu-Chu!" You cried dramatically, trying to grab it yet Chuuya held it far away for you not to touch it.

"Chu-Chu...?" Chuuya repeated in disbelief with a glare sent to you. He slowly raised his free hand, the other holding the plushie securely, and pointed it at you, then he started to speak up again in a harsh tone.

"You've got some nerve..." He began with a cold stare, "You don't even speak to me at all. But when it comes to this ugly piece of cotton, you're willing to yell it's name out loud?! Do you realize how ridiculous you sound?!"

"It's not ugly, Chuuya! It's cute!" You gasped dramatically at your boyfriend, offended by his words as you continued to try and grab the plushie that just had a small, unwavering smile on it's face.

"It's hideous!"

"IT'S ADORABLE!"

Chuuya lowered down the hand holding the plushie, turning the other way while rubbing the bridge of his nose with an exhale leaving him.

"And what about me?" He then asked with a frown, turning to face you, "Am I not handsome? Do I not deserve your acknowledgment? Do you know how stupid it is when you give a goddamn toy more affection then you give me?"

You were clearly taken aback by his words as your brows furrowed and your hand dropped onto your lap.

"What are you—" You cut yourself off suddenly as a smirk slowly spread across your face, "Are you jealous...Of a plushie, Chuuya...?"

Chuuya stiffened at your words, a blush creeping on his cheeks, and he went silent for a moment before he looked back at you with narrowed eyes. He was thinking on whether to tell the truth or not, but he had already said too much.

"Yeah? So what?" He glared, holding the plushie in his lap with a firm grip, "You've been paying more attention to a sack of cotton more than you have been me! Of course I'm upset!" Despite how defensive he's being, he still looked pretty embarrassed and even tried to not make eye-contact with you.

You only laughed, throwing your head back against your chair, causing Chuuya to grumble.

“You're seriously jealous over Chu-Chu?” You snickered, trying to contain your laughter.

"Quit calling it Chu-Chu like it's a human being!" Chuuya demands, slamming his hands on the table, dropping Chu-Chu in the process to which you quickly caught with your foot and bounced it back up in your lap.

You finally stopped laughing, but your grin was still visible on your face as you fixed your position in your seat. You couldn’t believe this was the same Port Mafia executive who would kill someone heartlessly with cold blood, “Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I'll put Chu-Chu to the side, then we can cuddle and you can have all the affection you deserved!" You grinned wider and put Chu-Chu on the table in-front of the red lounge sofa, spreading your arms out for him to enter.

Chuuya narrowed his eyes skeptically as he stared at your open arms, he was still annoyed but you knew he couldn't say no either. He slowly approached you, not saying a word and he eventually sat on your lap and wrapped his arms around you.

"I don't know how I got such a ridiculous lover." He said as he buried his face on your shoulder, "You can be such an idiot sometimes...Yet, I can't stop loving you."

The fact he was calling you ridiculous despite getting jealous over a plushie, and was only calmed down by cuddles was pretty ironic, but you decided not to say anything.

"Yeah, yeah, I love you too..." You instead giggled, leaning your head against his and holding him closer. Chuuya smiled lightly against your shoulder at your words, a light blush spreading over his cheeks which you didn’t seem to notice.

The two stayed silent for awhile as they laid in each-other's arms peacefully before you suddenly broke it.

"Can Chu-Chu cuddle with us?” You asked sweetly, blinking your eyes in an innocent matter.

Chuuya was about to object, but sighed and glanced at the plushie for a moment before he looked back at you as if you were a child asking for a toy.

"Alright, the toy can join us," He said grumpily, "for now..." He added which came out as a mumble.

You grinned and reached over to grab Chu-Chu, placing him in between you and Chuuya before going back to cuddling with him.

After a few more minutes, Chuuya could hear your soft breathing and snores against his chest, and he took that as his chance to kick the plushie off the couch and away from them.

He held his leg up and swiftly kicked it directly where it’s face was located, causing the plushie to collapse on the ground with a soft thud!

A triumphant smirk spread across Chuuya’s face as he watched Chu-Chu lay flat on the ground like a starfish, the smile still on it’s face.

“Serves you right, little bastard…”

Live laugh love Chu-Chu, he does no wrong 🫶🫶 and I made this while my cat was laying in-between my legs, BUT HE WON’T MOVE AND I’LL FEEL TOO BAD IF I GET UP 😭😭

the chuuya plushie in question:

saw this plushie on ebay and I immediately thought of making this

LAUFEY REAL

"FROM THE START!"

SAE ITOSHI X READER !

GENDER NEUTRAL!

warnings : sae being a cutie patootie

From the day Sae arrived in Spain, it was not going well. He had just met up with his competitors in the Royal Madrid club and he had felt absolutely, utterly defeated. There was no way he was going to become the world's best striker. It was out of reach, for a nobody like him.

Not even in academics can Sae outshine them. Although it was obvious that he clearly wanted to at least try to best them in something, not even trigonometry was on his side. In many ways, Sae had already given up on his dreams.

Merely a month has passed and Sae still has not found any sort of joy since coming to Spain. Everyday, even after merciless professors unleashing questions that required at least 18 scholars and 23 trained council leaders at the Agora from Ancient Athens to decipher (his classmates solved it in approximately 0.394 seconds), he also had to face brutal training sessions from his dog-like coach, barking orders at him day after day, week after week. This torture sessions continued on for weeks on end, until Sae could not take it anymore. He just really wanted a break, and just really wanted to see Rin again. Sae shut the door to his apartment, and really, REALLY wish he did not break down in his paper-thin dorm walls. That all went down the drain when he turned his phone on and saw Rin, 5 year old Rin, smiling back at him. Soon, one tears turned to two, two turned to three, and three turned to many. Itoshi Sae, Japan's child prodigy, the treasure of Japanese Football, was having a mental breakdown in his dorm room in Spain.

Who would be the knight in shining armor to save his day?

...You, of course. This wouldn't be a Sae x reader fanfic if it weren't you.

Kind-hearted you living next door overheard his sobbing and got worried. Who would be crying at 6.50 pm in the night? You were tired from studying about the law from the Roman Empire anyways, and thought you deserved a break from the mind boggling questions posed to you. (Seriously, who asks people to find the cause of the downfall of Rome? As a LAW STUDENT?)

So, you did only what your tired mind could think of. Bake some cookies for your neighbour. Do you have all the ingredients? Yes, since you bought them on a whim, albeit losing the motivation to bake immediately. You got up from your chair and decided to head to your kitchen. (LET HIM COOK 🔥🔥🔥)

Although the cupcakes were baked on a whim, you can't deny that the sweet strawberry scent was in fact, quite convincing that this cupcake was most definitely one of the best things you've baked in a while (being a law student doesn't really allow for leisure activities..), and it did help get your mind off the excruciatingly painful essay questions anyways. Now, all you have to do it just pass it to him. Easy, right?

The doorbell rang once. Twice. Thrice, and you hear heavy footsteps trudging to the door. You took a deep breath as you hear the door handle turn, and tired eyes glanced at the cupcakes in your hand before turning towards you. All you could do was give an awkward smile to the eyes, covered by the bangs and looking absolutely demolished. "Um, You...sounded like you weren't having the best of days. You, um, do you want a cupcake?" A deafening silence fills the room. "Okay. Thanks." Sae gives a small smile. An approval.

You and Sae's "neighbourliness" got closer and closer, until Sae and you actually were considered best friends. Best friends that attended everything together, from Sae's soccer matches to your court proceedings, and even Sae following you to every frat house party (in the breaks given, of course.) to ensure that nobody dares to even come one inch closer to you when you're intoxicated.

It was actuallg at this particular party when you realised your true feelings for Sae. And that's when you're sober, so you REALLY know it's real. The realisation hits you when you come back from the toilet to see Sae pushing someone away approaching your drink with a ... something in hand. They were then engaged in an argument, and then, Sae just...slapped him. It was like everything happened in a flash, but the constant increase in your heartbeats sing a different song. Sae eventually was so done with the guy he went upstairs, dragged your arm and found a quiet place to sit at to calm down.

"...fucker. What a bitch. Can't believe he would even think I would let him touch that." Sae kept grumbling and mumbling about it, but your mind was only focus on how his long lashes fluttered when he batted his eyelids, or how he crumples his cup in rage when bitching about that guy.

For you. For you, for you, for you, for you, for you-

Thoughts were swarming your head right now, and Sae, seeing the distressed look on your face, got worried for you.

"You kay?" Sae's worried voice asked.

"Y-yeah, thanks." You meekly reply.

The music from the party slowly drowns out. The Spotify playlist that Sae made (for you too, by the way) was all you could hear beside the blood rush in your ears.

"Mmn, this song is good." Sae commented.

Have to get this off my chest, I'm telling you today..

"Sae, can I tell you something?" You raised up.

"Hm? What's up?" Sae questioned, his eyebrows raising.

That when I talk to you, oh, Cupid walks right through, and shoots an arrow through my heart..!

"Promise, PROMISE, you won't laugh?" You had to make sure. It's gonna be very extremely embarrassing if he does.

"What's got ya so worked up? I won't, I promise!" Sae ruffed up your hair adoringly.

And I sound like a loon, but don't you feel it too?

"Well, I-" You hesitated. Will he reciprocate your feelings? What if he doesn't and finds you annoying? What if he didn't even like you as a friend? What if-

"Hey, you're off again. What did you want to say?" Sae's voice takes on a sterner tone, concern etched all over his face for you.

"Well, I confess I loved you from the start.."

You have never seen Sae's face so red before.

I LOVE HIM SM ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

“𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐞” (Rin Itoshi)

-> comforting your boyfriend after he stared a little too hard in the mirror (978 words)

I read in rin’s “day in a life” that he hates his face because it resembles his brother’s and ran with it :>

Reverse comfort, insecurities (rin), sae is shit talked here what a shocker, cursing, abandonment issues, implied artist reader, itoshi rin needs a hug

“I hate them.”

“I think they’re pretty, Rin.”

The Itoshi brothers hardly bared any resemblance to each other when it came to looks. The elder, Sae, had red hair on the messier side, with slicked back bangs and a slim build. The younger, Rin, had dark flat hair, bangs kept down and a slim build with more prominent muscles.

The one feature they had in common? Their eyes. Bright blue eyes with prominent under lashes.

Rin hated his eyes.

“They look just like his, don’t you see?” Rin grumbled as he walked away from the full length mirror in the room’s corner.

“All I see are my boyfriend’s pretty eyes, no one else’s.” You countered. Rin merely rolled his eyes in response. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe you only saw his eyes, it was that he couldn’t see them as his.

No matter how hard he tried, he could only see his eyes as Sae’s eyes. He was the older brother, so they were his first.

It was just another trait that tied him to Sae, that’s all they’ve been since the night of their argument.

“Come on Rin, talk to me. You know I’ll always listen.” You patted the spot next to you on the mattress. Usually, Rin would be doing yoga by now. But tonight was different, he couldn’t concentrate on it.

He pondered for a moment. Averting his eyes from the rolled up yoga mat, to you, back to the yoga mat, and to you, again. He wasn’t thinking, he was only seeing. And what he saw were two very different distractions from the aching feeling in his chest.

One would train his body and mind, but it’d only fill his thoughts with getting better at soccer- being better than his brother. Someone he wanted to forget about more than anything right now.

And the other would put his mind at ease- his soul at ease.

It wasn’t a competition to begin with.

You noticed the way Rin’s face softened, shoulders dropping when his eyes met yours again. “There there… you can come here and relax now, Rinnie.”

He crawled into the spot next to you before turning over to face you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His breath tickled, but that was the last thing you cared about right now.

“I wish he never left for Spain-“ his voice cracks. “things would be better. Everything would be better, easier.” You feel his jaw clench and tremble, he sharply inhaled.

“It’s okay to cry… I won’t judge or tell anyone.” Your words were all he needed to let go. Before either of you knew it, hot tears were streaming down his face, landing against your skin.

"Even if I beat him, would he still acknowledge me?" His voice cracked again, your heart cracking along with it. But you wouldn't tell him that in a million years.

Itoshi Rin hated showing any signs of weakness. He hated being vulnerable.

For him to be breaking down in front of you? It took all the trust and faith in you he had. You both knew that. The last thing you wanted to do was to make him feel guilty for letting everything he bottled up out.

But you did want him to feel the care you had for him.

"If your brother won't acknowledge you even after you prove how much more skilled you are than him, then at that point... it's on him." Rin's eyes looked up at yours, checking your features to tell how sincere you were being. "It's on him for missing out on having such a talented younger brother." You concluded.

"I want things to go back to the way they were... and I wanna be able to look into the mirror without hating everything about my face." The last part shocked you a bit. You always knew Rin was insecure about his face, but he'd only ever talk about hating his eyes the most. To hear him admit he hates his entire face...

"Rin, Look at me."

"Huh?"

"Look at me."

Rin lifted his head from the crook of your neck, looking you dead in the eyes. "Looking..."

You cupped his cheeks, swiping your thumbs over his tears to wipe them away. A faint pink hue dusted his cheeks at the intimacy, but he didn't mind. Not this time, at least. He lifted his hand up to lay atop yours over his cheek.

He worried if he let go, the moment would end, and you'd be gone.

"I think of your face whenever I'm sketching, painting, anything. You're my muse, Rin. I don't see beauty in any of my art without you as my inspiration." Your tone was sweet and gentle, the opposite of what he's used to when speaking to anyone.

"Your jawline is perfect... just like your nose, lips, everything." You traced a thumb over his lips, never letting go of his face. "And your eyes... your eyes are the most beautiful pair I've ever seen in my life. And your eyelashes are just so pretty."

By now, tears were spilling out the corner of Rin's eyes again. Never in his whole life has he felt so... loved. And just like before, you wiped his tears away with a soft smile on your face.

"I... I love you. I love you so much." He choked out.

"I love you even more, Rinnie."You giggled.

"I still think I love you more, though."

"Alright, we aren't doing this tonight. You know I love you more."

Rin smiled. The sight of him smiling was enough to make your face break out into a grin. You pulled him closer, holding him tight against your torso as he found comfort in the crook of your neck once again.

That night he fell asleep happy with himself for skipping his nightly workout.

I LOVE THESE TWO SM

[ mikage reo ]

you sat across from the famous football player, staring at him blankly as he slurped the last few drop of his iced coffee obnoxiously, staring back at you almost as if he was trying to annoy you. after finally being done and letting out a loud annoying sigh, he blinked. “hi.”

you shut your eyes for a brief second, taking in a deep breath while trying not to come up with at least fifty ways to murder him as you attempted to fully register the situation. “nagi, it’s three in the morning.”

“mhm.”

“i haven’t spoken to you in years. why are you here?”

“i had a fight with reo.” he said bluntly, moving the straw around his cup. the ice moved inside loudly, only testing your patience further. he seemed as if he was done talking, but the sharp look you gave him made him pout and before he continued, finally stopping the noise. “we live together, i couldn’t stay with him.”

“and you decided that instead of staying with any of your friends, isagi, chigiri, barou, bachira— you decided to pack, somehow track me down and come over without notice?”

“i couldn’t stay at any of their homes,” he rolled his eyes as if you were the idiot. “let me explain this, [y/n]. when a kid has divorced parents and he fights with one of them, he goes to stay with the other.”

you needed a cigarette and you didn’t even fucking smoke.

“…did you just say that mikage and i are your divorced parents?” you asked, bewildered. he nodded casually, leaning his palm on one hand as he stared at you. you leaned back, massaging your temples in pure frustration. “are all football players this insane?”

“probably.” he shrugged. “i also forgot my phone and wallet, so you will have to pay for me until i decide to go back. oh, speaking off, can we order takeout? i’m really hungry.”

“nagi.”

“…yes?”

“get the fuck to bed.”

his eyes seemed to fill up with amusement despite the dramatic sigh he let out as he got up, staring at you expectantly. you gestured to the room at the end of the hallway and he nodded, poking his tongue out before he walked away.

you passed out at the kitchen table that day, wondering what the fuck to do with the man child in your guest room, and woke up the next morning by someone poking your cheek. “[y/n]. [y/n]. [y/n]. [y/n]. [y/—“

“say my name one more time and i am disowning you,” you muttered blankly, voice thick with sleep as you buried your face deeper into your arms. you heard him snort, but you ignored it, sighing. “what?”

“i ordered takeout because i can’t make breakfast and i didn’t want you to kill me if i woke you up to cook. where’s your wallet?”

you pushed yourself up with a light groan, looking around until your eyes fell on the backpack you usually took to your college. you gestured there vaguely and he immediately dragged himself towards it, pulling it open harshly before he grabbed your wallet, frowning. “this is an ugly wallet.”

“die.”

“you’re a very bad parent.” he hummed. you narrowed your eyes at him as he pulled the door open and paid, accepting two pizza boxes before he mumbled a ‘thank you’ and shut the door quietly, looking towards you after. “wanna join for breakfast?”

you sighed, pushing your aching body up. “why not?”

after you two silently ate while he intensely watched a full two-hour youtube video about all possible theories behind his favorite game, you finally turned to him. “i have three questions.”

he blinked. “only three? you’re a changed person. what are they?”

you rolled his eyes. “one, when are you planning to return?”

“you could at least pretend you’re happy to see your ex-boyfriend’s best friend after years.” he muttered, sulking, before sighing. “friday night, we have a match saturday morning.”

you nodded slowly, then paused. “how are you planning to piss mikage off if he doesn’t even know where you are?”

he blinked. “oh, i didn’t think about that. give me your phone, i’ll send him a photo of us together.”

“i don’t have his number.” you informed blankly. he raised his eyebrows, and you raised one in response. “what?”

“he still have your number saved in his favorites with, like, a million heart emojis. you’re cruel.” he muttered monotonously, snatching your phone either way. you watched closely as he opened instagram and logged into his private account before he leaned into you, poking his tongue out as he snapped a picture. you poked your tongue out as well just to humor him, both your faces blank, and you snorted when you saw his caption.

like parent like son.

“last question.” you hummed. he groaned loudly, and you raised an eyebrow. “just one and i’ll let you stay over without complaining for the next few days.”

“shoot.”

“what was the fight about?”

he paused for a second, two, three, then, “i don’t want to talk about it.”

you stared at him for a few seconds, then sighed, glancing at your watch. “okay. i have to get ready for college, so make yourself at home, i guess.”

he seemed surprised that you let go of it, but you didn’t overthink it, getting up and going to your room. god, you needed a hot, long shower. after getting everything ready and so, you walked back out into the living room, where nagi was watching another game analysis video on your TV. yet, he seemed to be sulking a little more, and you sighed at your own words in advance.

“hey, nagi, wanna sneak into my college and attend classes with me?”

“sounds like a hassle.” he deadpanned, glancing up. you hummed, turning around, before a thud echoed as he rolled off the couch, followed by a groan. “hold on, i’m in.”

you snorted.

before you realized, it was friday morning, and as much as you hated to admit, you were going to miss nagi. you two had gotten close when you were dating reo and tended to pull a lot of all nighters together playing nagi’s favorite games, which got you really close. however, after the breakup, reo had really pulled back and cut off all contact, which you guessed had included nagi as well when the taller player stopped talking to you.

“morning,” nagi yawned tiredly as he walked into the kitchen, where you sat on your phone, greeting him with a hum. “oh, did you pack your bags already?”

you blinked, pausing, before you looked up. “what?”

he blinked back. “did i forgot to tell you? you’re coming with me.”

“what?” you hissed, eyes wide. “what do you— i’m not going with you.”

“i already have your ticket, don’t let me get a refund!” he whined, slumping across of you. “i got it when i booked mine.”

“and you are just telling me now?”

“i forgot.” he deadpanned. “now go pack.”

“i have college.”

“you told me you have a week-long break. go pack.”

“i’m not staying with you.”

“i’ll book a suite for you in the most expensive hotel, just please go pack!”

“…i fucking hate you.” you muttered, pushing yourself up before placing a plate in front of him. he took a huge bite as you walked away, and you could hear him hum at the taste before talking.

“love you too!” he yelled back.

that night, after you two got on the plane, he decided to inform you that he had also got you a vip ticket for the game the next day, and he was so lucky you couldn’t murder him with that much witnesses around.

you had the same feeling as you watched the players walk into the field on saturday night, sipping on your drink while waiting trying to calm your nerves. it had been years since you saw reo, and you were definitely not ready to see him again. you would be lying if you said you didn’t put effort into your appearance for the night, but who wouldn’t?

before you could completely prepare yourself, your eyes fell on an annoyingly familiar mop of purple hair, angrily whispering something to nagi. nagi gave him one of his famous blank looks before he turned around and met your eyes, and you immediately glared at him.

‘do not!’ you mouthed clearly, well aware that he could see it, and his lips only twitched up before he nonchalantly pointed in your direction, and you glared at him.

that fucking traitor.

reo turned around in an alarming speed, eyes wide as he did so, searching the crowd almost desperately before his eyes fell on you. you had managed to compose yourself enough to go back to looking bored, offering him a lazy wave when your eyes met, and he only turned back quickly towards nagi, waving around vaguely as he said something that caused his team members to all look at him, eyes wide.

chigiri asked something and nagi pointed back at you, and you swore you could cut his damn finger off if you could as almost the entire team turned to you in sync, eyes wide, and you offered a peace sign this time, face blank as you poked your tongue out.

the only one who saw the humor in this was nagi, who snorted and immediately got smacked by reo, who was sharply avoiding looking in your direction. they all offered bewildered waves and you turned back to sipping on your drink, waiting for the stupid match to end so you can get back to your hotel.

they won, fucking of course, and you immediately slipped out, shooting nagi a text once you made it back to the hotel congratulating him. you got a simple ‘:x’ back and snorted, decided to take a relaxing bath before going to grab a coffee for yourself.

and so, hours later, you were finally ready, dressed nicely and humming quietly as you grabbed your phone and wallet, pausing once a familiar voice echoed in the hallway. you walked towards the door, quietly pressing your ear against it, and heard someone suck in a sharp breath. “you can do it, you can do it. this will go okay, you can totally fucking do this, you can—“

you shut your eyes and breathed in deeply as an attempt to calm yourself down before opening the door, eyes immediately meeting widening purple ones as reo stilled. it was silent for a few seconds until reo took a step back, forcing on a practiced smile that you easily knew was fake.

“hi,” he spoke, voice smoother than you had remembered, and held a bouquet of white roses. you arched an eyebrow, face still blank as you accepted it, and he laughed awkwardly, shifting on his feet. “apology on nagi’s behalf.”

“it’s okay.” you responded calmly, carefully setting them aside. “couldn’t leave my child, after all.”

he cracked an awkward smile, but remained silent until you glanced back at him, and he gestured to your outfit. “going, uh, somewhere?”

“coffee.” you replied bluntly, and then internally grimaced, sighing before you spoke again, already regretting your words. “…would you like to tag along?”

“yes.” he agreed eagerly, then paused, skin tinting just the slightest. “i mean, uh, if you would like me to. i don’t mean i don’t want to, i do, but only if you—“

you would be a huge liar if you deny how you enjoyed being one of the very few people who can get reo to break his collected, charming rich boy filter. “reo?”

he immediately shut up, blinking, and you couldn’t help but think about how he resembled a lost puppy. “yeah?”

“let’s go.”

(you, later that night, shot nagi a reluctant ‘thank you’ text, one he responded with a ‘:p’ in reply for before casually informing you that there was no argument, just a small disagreement about reo being too much of a cowards to reach out and that he was just bored. you unsent your ‘thank you’, and he sent a ‘bad parenting :c’ back.)

Hi, just wanted to send this in! Headcanons for two characters of your choosing plus Chrollo about their reactions after their s/o’s death? Maybe like the grieving process. Bonus points if their death was caused in/directly by them 😈 angst angst angst

Hi, thank you for the ask! Ooh this is quite sad, I think I have two others that might be interesting to write for here

Chrollo, Feitan, Kurapika reactions to their s/o's death (inadvertently caused by them)

Chrollo

He had pushed you too far this time, telling you to go on the mission by yourself since you kept insisting you could do it. How foolish of him to let you go without thinking a certain chain user might be in the way. You hadn't returned after many hours. The mission shouldn't have taken that long, and the rest of the troupe was also agitated

The search started as soon as the sun began to rise. The troupe members scattered throughout the city to see if you were accidentally sleeping somewhere and forgot to come back. However, Chrollo stumbled upon your lifeless body in a rubbish dump. How fitting, you were from Meteor City, a junkyard.

"Y/n, are you sleeping?" He laughed, but as he kept calling out, you weren't responding. Touching your face, he felt his heart stop. You were cold. "Y/n," he breathed out. The sun's rays caress your face as if you were reached by the heavens. But this moment was nothing peaceful inside Chrollo's heart.

The troupe returned and saw Chrollo carrying you. The rest of them asked what had happened, he remained calm however. "We lost another it seems," he says quietly. Though he looks composed, the entire room fills with bloodlust that fades just as quickly as it came. He asks to be left alone and the rest of the spiders oblige.

Chrollo does not show his emotions to others, especially because as a leader he must be strong. But he breaks down, he had failed his role in keeping the spiders, no, you safe. Though revenge is something he wants, at the moment he wants nothing more than for you to hear his apologies of not keeping you safe

Feitan

He knew he was rough, that was why at first he didn't want to be in a relationship with anyone, especially someone outside of the troupe. You were just a regular person, you didn't know about anything related to the troupe nor nen, you were fragile. But maybe it was that fragility and that brightness that drew him to you.

This time however, you found out about his business with the troupe. You were upset at him hiding this fact from you, and this sparked a fight between the two of you. Feitan warned you to calm down, but it was really him that should have calmed down because the minute you threatened to let the officials know he quickly aimed his hand for your neck.

Had you been any other nen user or opponent he was used to, you would have survived and maybe had a sore throat for a few months. However, he punctured your neck, causing blood to spill and for you to splurt out a weak "Feitan" before slipping to your knees. Ater a split second he realized what he had just done.

"Y-y/n," it was the first time you had seen any emotion from him. It was fear. His eyes grew wide, he held you up, trying to keep you from falling. You tried tell him sorry, but blood kept spilling everywhere and your words were reduced to nonsense choking. Feitan kept telling you to shut up and that you had to stay alive.

It was an agonizing two minutes before you lost consciousness and eventually stopped breathing. Feitan stood up, not knowing what to do with your body. He was used to cleaning up corpses with what his job demanded, but this time he was lost. The next time the troupe saw him, he was a lot colder than usual. No one knew what had happened, other than that when Phinks asked where Feitan's lover was Feitan gave him a punch but his eyes held sadness more than anger

Kurapika

He shouldn't have prioritized his path of revenge over the lives of people he cared about. Sure, the Kurta seemed to call to him to avenge their deaths, but those that were living were also calling to him to not go down the path of destruction. He should've listened a little harder to those that were still with him in the physical world.

Being someone from Meteor City, someone that was close to the troupe didn't exactly translate to you being sympathetic to the spiders. But an argument got heated, and he lost control. You were trying to get him to stop his fight to hunt for the rest of the Kurta eyes and even the troupe but he thought you didn't understand his pain. Nen was involved soon enough.

Though you tried to fight him, he was skilled. Being Kurta made Kurapika much stronger too even in terms of sheer physical strength. He couldn't use Emperor Time on you, but that didn't stop him from using his chains in general. When you thought he was done with his chains, you rushed to restrain him from continuing his anger but he only grabbed for a nearby pen.

The anger blinded him from seeing what had just happened. The next thing he remembered after you told him that he should stop his revenge was that he had a pen in his hand that was stabbed into your chest. You were coughing violently, eyes wide and brimming with tears. You told him you were sorry and that you should've understood him better. Weakly, you reached up to his face, meeting his red eyes that soon faded back to brown. But you were too weak, your eyes closed and you slumped.

"No," Kurapika breathed out, "No no no no, y/n, y/n don't leave me," he shook you, holding you up and trying to get you to wake up. His actions took someone's life once again, another burden to shoulder. He knew his anger could be deadly, but never did he think it could kill you. How was he to forgive himself any longer when he was already feeling the anguish of his clan? Kurapika cried as he held you, repeating apologies and refusing to let go of you.