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Go cope mf 😂

IM VRYING WHY MUST IT BE BER AHHSHAJZJJZ IT COULD BE MONA OR QIQI BUT WHY WHY DID YOU COME HOME IN THIA ACC AGAIN FKNX YUO

★_# 羽宮和虎レイアウト 🌟📝 (REQ) ♡

DESTINY.

~warnings;; manga walhalla arc minor spoilers, canon divergence, death, blood, knife

~genre;; angst, hurt

~wc;; 1544

~characters;; hanemiya kazutora x gn!reader

~listen to;; one step forward, 3 steps back by olivia rodrigo

;;authors note at the end;;

what is he thinking? thats the first thing that goes through hanemiya kazutora's mind the second he steps in juvie. he just killed his best friend's brother. got his other friend in huge trouble. what is even happening to his life right now?

the two years in juvie feel like a lifetime. and the one person who believed in him all this time, was you. you, who was close friends with mikey and baji, you, who would give him the biggest smile. you, who would visit him everyday in juvie, tell him about your day. he noticed how you would never mention toman, scared to hurt him, scared to hurt yourself. he didnt even know why you bothered to even check up on him. each time he saw you, he felt more and more guilty, and he knew that was how you felt as well.

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two years had finally passed, and you had stopped coming a few months ago. you would send letters instead, telling him about how your day was, though he couldnt help but realize how much shorter, how much vaguer they were then when you first started sending him stuff. its only fair to him, he thought.

he'd gone insane. and he knew that. the day he decided to join walhalla, you confronted him infront of his appartment.

"what the hell do you think youre doing? kazutora, youre better than this, i know that. i know you. please, dont do this."

he had only looked at you, eyes devoid of emotion.

"you, you dont know anything. stop pretending to know me. because you dont, ive changed, and you cant even realize. you call that "knowing" someone?"

he was nearly screaming at that point.

"you abandoned me in juvie! you left me to rot there, you sent meaningless letters, you shouldve just said goodbye once and for all. are you sure you even know me? or are you keeping up a facade because you feel pity for me? because if thats the case, i dont fucking need it. get out of here, i dont want to see you again."

and, hes done it. pitter, patter. was that the sound of the rain or the sound of your tears? you didnt know anymore.

those words hurt, not only him, but you. those were the last words he said to you before he walked away, eyes glassy. the next time you met would be the worst day of his life.

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kazutora leaves his appartment that morning instantly dreading the day ahead of him. its not gonna end well, thats all he knows. he keeps up his wall. he acts smug as usual that day though hes anxiously waiting the very moment he sees your face again. that day he screamed at you still haunts him. he can only hope it was enough to drive you away from him.

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toman vs walhalla. the fight starts in an abandoned parking lot. quite ironic that the sign behind them says "safety first", because this fight is going to be anything but safe.

both sides stand on either sides of the dirty lot. they stare eachother down, both desperate to win this fight. oh, and there it is. you stare at kazutora harshly, a slight crease of your eyebrows, and he feels like hes done for right then and there. hes already lost this fight, its already over for him. he feels like crying for a second, his eyes gloss over for a split second before returning to usual. he sets his mind straight, attempting his best to push the image of you out of his head for the sake of this "reputation" hes built up for himself. he could laugh at how pathetic he is in this moment. he steps forward, stopping right in front of draken. forces himself to smile wide.

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the fight is a whirlwind for him. all he registers is hitting mikey in the head, then collapsing himself. oh crap, is what he thinks when he picks up his pole to hit mikey. you would never forgive him for this. but what does he even care about your opinion?

right?

the first thing he sees when he regains partial conscience is baji. baji, talking to chifuyu. and a string snaps in his brain. again? again, has somebody left him? now he only has you, and he's not even sure if you can count as someone that's truly on his side.

selfish selfish selfish selfish is all that that goes through his mind. he has no control over his body, his personality has split, his hands moving on his own. picking up a knife, what am i doing? walking down the mountain of cars. looking at baji makes him irritated. looking at you, you, who was standing right next to baji made him even more insane. why, how could you forgive baji? why did baji deserve forgiveness when he didn't? what did baji have that he lacked?

then again, its not like he's met anyone's expectations before.

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slowly, ever so slowly, stalking down the mountain of broken down engines, he takes up his knife, preparing to end whatever he had caused.

he has no control over his body, flickers between conscious and unconscious, dark and insane, in control of his body and being controlled by something known as insanity.

coming up behind baji, the moment takemichi decides to turn his head, he drives the knife forward.

only it doesn't hit who he thought it was. it doesn't hit baji's flesh, but what it does cut is yours.

the knife digs into your stomach and you spit out blood. your eyes are wide, not knowing why you did that anyway. perhaps it was so that kazutora wouldn't be blamed.

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the last time you talked with kazutora was the day he lashed out on you. you slowly walked back home, feet getting heavier and heavier by the step. the second you get home, you collapse on your bed, screaming into your pillow, blaming yourself for falling for someone so unstable, someone who could never love you back.

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the sound the knife makes as it punctures your back is disgusting. kazutora wants to die the second he realizes what he's done. everybody looks at him in surprise, not anticipating such a turn to the fight. your body crumples right in front of him, and its like a stab in his own heart when he knows that he's the reason that this, whatever this is, has turned into such a result.

his heart sinks right then and there.

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everyone is wide-eyed. even kisaki stares at the situation, nobody dares say anything.

kazutora drops to his knees. letting go of his knife, which rolls down the pile of cars, occasionally screeching a bit, until it hits the bottom. mikey stares at it, before directing his attention back up to kazutora, his eyes full of hatred. he’s about to run up when draken puts a hand on his shoulder.

mikey shoots him a glare, the fuck are you doing? draken only stares forward and mikey decides to comply just this once. takemichi and baji look on at the unfolding situation with disbelief. nobody has fully registered the situation apart from kazutora.

said individual’s mood turns a whole 180. he grabs your body in his hands, and you look upwards giving him a small smile.

“kazutora, you finally look worried yeah?” you manage to spit out, eyes drooping.

“y/n, no stop talking, just- i am so so sorry please, hang on for-”

“kazutora, i’m not going to make this one. this isn’t your fault, it’s fine. promise me to leave me some flowers, the ones we saw at the park together, hm?”

“thanks, kazu.”

the use of his nickname is the last string that snaps. he bursts out in tears, his eyes running, he manages to nod his head.

“ill be waiting, but don’t come too soon you idiot” you grin up at him, giving him the biggest smile you’ve smiled in months.

“i love you”

and it’s the last thing he hears your voice say before your body goes cold and so does his.

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you guys used to walk home together, always passing by this one park. you saw a butterfly once who led you to a small pink flower, one so small but so vibrant. you called it destiny and he said it was “weird”. he wished he spent more time with you, let you know how special you were to him. little did he know that somewhere, you regretted every second you didn’t spend with him as well.

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the next day, kazutora walks alone to that park. no heavy backpack, no you beside him.

he follows another butterfly, one that was yellow. it reminds him of the yellow bracelet you always wore.

he picks a small pink flower, bringing it to your grave. he sits down, holding back his tears, and placing the flower right in the middle of the grave.

he looks up to the sky and says,

“i love you too.”

he leaves a small note on the grave. if somebody were to unfold the paper, it would read “destiny”.

though nobody ever did open the note.

a/n; MAJSHD okay so if you’ve read this far hi hello thank u

GHIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING AN ACTUAL FIC so yeah mhm this might suck HELP

BIG THANKS TO @rim0na BECAUSE SHE LITERALLY HELPED ME CRAFT THE ENTIRE THING SO YEAH THANKS RIM

@maik0u because angst (even if u don’t rly know kazutora) and @kodzukoi because she said she wanted to be tagged 😋😋)

Literally the reader is exactly like my oc aha

༊*·˚『 Character Trailer: (Name) The First Harbinger Of The Eleven  』

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ SUMMARY: (literally my oc- but here we go *sigh) (Name), they were from Khaenri'ah. Their fate had been already decided. Cursed with immortality by Rex Lapis(j̷̯̀̍̀ͅü̷͓͖̚s̶̡̝͔̟͝t̵̯̳͍̓͘ ̴̟̠̓͆l̷͉̯͒i̴̤͊͑ḱ̴̢̛͓̦̺̆̓e̸̩̹̽̅̈́͘ ̸͉͒́̎͝h̸̲̰͒ǐ̸̩̺̅̋̚m̸̙̯̬̟̍̏̇), (Name)'s ice blue eyes burning witht the though of revenge. Getting a cryo vision at a young age, they though of nothing but p̵̛̹̪̟̅ͅỏ̷̢͎̯͋̇̆́͝͝w̷̞̜̘̱͔̜̦̾̈́̓ë̵̛̛̯͎́̃̕̕r̷̨̭͕̔̒͐̕,

Note: Might turn this into series. Let me know what you think.

✧ ONE DAY, I WILL REBUILD KHAENRI'AH! ✧

❝ I see potential in you. ❞ A cryo vision shined, taking the shape of star(like primogem aight). ❝ You want revenge, you want to rip those apart who destroyed your nation, to rip those apart who killed your people, to rip him apart who cursed you. ❞ The child's tear filled gaze was locked on the star shaped cryo vision which they grip tightly. The vision shined brightly which gave a chill breeze. Tsaritsa stepped from the shadows, her ice-like eyes was locked on the child. She kneeled down in front of them and holded her hand towards to them, her eyes holded a familiar emotion in them. ❝ Come with me, i promise you the power which you desperately seek. ❞

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Having a deep connection with the abyss had both good and bad sides. You'd often seen with a abyss monster(abyss herald or abyss mage doesn't matter)with you, that what some people worked at the fatui says. I could be true or not, but no one could dare to open their mouth when you are there, you are the first harbinger, its enough for them to be scared. Your ice-blue eyes often remined them the tsaritsa, but you're far more different then her. You simply had...other plans. To rebuild your nation. Yes, even the though of rebuilding khaenri'ah would put a satisfying smile on your face. Being the First of the Eleven had it own advanteges. You of course had a delusion, but yours,, is a bit special lets say. With the delusion you could control the other elements other than cryo, im not only saying just one or two, you could control all of them with the delusion. One second you were using hydro, and now you switched to electro, and- You simply didn't had a limit. Thats why Tartaglia loves to spar with you, even if you glare at him cause of how much he 'invites himself' through your office's door to ask you to spar with him for the nth time. Ugh, he really is annoying. But you two get along quite well actually, its- its just hes doing all the talking!

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❝ You're like what? Thousand years old maybe? And yet, you're still hot and shit- ❞ You contiuned to walk ignoring the ginger who was trying to flirt you- ❝ (Namee)! C'mon! Don't ignore mee! ❞ You didn't bulge when he clinged onto your shoulder, fatui agents worriedly looked at the both of you, still didn't understand you hadn't snapped at the ginger yet. You were fine with it, at this point it became a daily routine with Tartaglia's flirting. For him, You are the most trustable, you knew what the abyss looked like, no- you knew the deeper parts of the abyss. Yet, Tartaglia found comfort within you, you sighed ❝ Get a hold of yourself. You're making both of us look like idiots. ❞ It was enough for him to return back his spot without and words.

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Dottore respected you. The one and only person he could respect. You deserve your reputation and your power. He can't help but get jealous, cause of how much the tsaritsa gives you her precious attention. Sigh, he is interested in your connection with the abyss tho,, well, you won't reject answering some of his questions will you? ❝ Stunning as always (Name) ❞ you only hummed, the tiredness can read through your eyes. ❝ Did the tsaritsa gave you too much paper again? Y'know you could always come to me- ❞ ❝ No need, i'll just get coffee and go back to my office. I still have things to do. ❞ oh, how sharp your tongue was. He pouted and sat back onto his chair, and watched you leave. You really dont want people to stand in your way huh? He sighed and looked back to the papers in front of him.

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La Signora trusted you with her everything. You were there for her when no one stayed by her side. You two had a close relationship. She would espacially take her seat near you in fatui meetings, just to show off. You'd always ask her opinion, that what gets her giddy inside. ❝ Thats all for today. You all can leave now. ❞ said Tsaritsa with a cold voice, you side-eyed signora, she cleared her throat and whispered some things. You nodded, feeling satisfied with her response. ❝ Hm. You never fail me Signora. ❞ ❝ I would never. Im glad that our thoughs are same. ❞ feeling proud, she smiled.

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Another one who sits near you in fatui meetings. Scaramouche admired you. You'd always, always complete your missions without any problem. Scaramouche knew your plan, and you knew his. ❝ (Name), do you have a moment? I need to talk with you about something. ❞ Scaramouche crossed his arms while looking at your way, you had a paper in your hand which you've been looking at it for a few minutes by now. ❝ Yes, i do. Shall we go to my office? ❞ ❝ That'd be great. ❞ Tartaglia pouted and crossed his arms over his chest, you'd never invite him to your office! Just what did that gremling had that he didn't have huh?! ❝ Eleven, don't make that face behind my back. ❞ Scaramouche snickered at the ginger ❝ Wha- I- I didn't do anything-! You don't invite me to your office quite often like you do with that gremlin!! ❞ ❝ hAH?!? WHAT DID YOU JUST CALLED ME-!? ❞ ❝ Thats because i don't have to. You invite yourself into my office everyday- ❞

This post belongs to @/rain-impact do not steal or use.

By saying its misogynitics srsly 💀. There's alot fem reader content out there, smut, angst, fluff you name it. Not to point out those post w/o gender specific reader? Its mostly fem, so why protest to a small male & gn reader blog when there's so many big and small fem reader blog out there.

(Anw um *cough* wanna be moots ya sounr like a cool person 😎)

Hello? Why we're you so rude to that anon? She was just trying to prove a point... :/

cock... :/ balls... :/ testicles...:/

I wanna smooch him pls omg

PGR Kareshi (3) -- Wanshi [Sleep]

Going to pride with them

since today is the last day of pride month, here’s some headcanons over how these characters would act at pride

Itadori 

-Itadori is super excited to go to pride because he genuinely wants to show his support and learn new things about the community.

-He is legit decked out in a rainbow shirt along with a ton of colorful necklace beads and vibrant face paint drawn across his face.

-Itadori just has the biggest smile on his face as his eyes take in all the lively surroundings around him. He’s waving a tiny flag around in his hands while cheering loudly when he notices that everyone else is as well. 

-People would start to sense Itadori’s enthusiasm to be here right now, so Itadori has a lot of people who come up to him and give him things such as flower crowns, glasses, and pins. There are also people who would call him over and start dancing with him to the music playing loudly on the speakers.

-He’s complimenting everyone’s fashion as he walks by them and somehow finds himself taking pictures with a lot of random strangers.

-He’s listening intently to the stories and experiences of others when they’re giving speeches and he slowly starts to become educated of the history and significance of this festival. By the end of the day, Itadori appreciates and acknowledges how important pride month is to many people and will now have such an happy memory forever ingrained in his head.

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FFFUCCKK I ACCIDEJTALLY POSTED YHE CHILDE DRAFT.

Now how do i return it to the draft:/

write write i uh write u ihu

HUh uh let i uh

write childe x reader

wher elike reader is sick ahoo GUESS WHO THIS IS ITS UR FAVEROITE MOOT

Are you... Sick?!

Ft. Childe aka tartaglia.

Cw : idk ooc ehm, stuff sick person do, reader a workaholic mf.

Sumarry : after being used to you taking care of him now its his turn to take care of you.

Reader's pronoun : They/Them

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It was a rainy and gloomy day, as you walked down the stone steps you could feel your head aching and your eyes getting even more blurry than ever. Crap did i caught a flu again?– is what you were saying since earlier, and what is even more worser is– what kind of sick person would walk themself home in the middle of the rain? Well, you of course.

Honestly, you were planning on to wait until the rain end but the aching on your head says otherwise, well you yourself doesn't want to be burden to your Co-worker right? Despite your friend and Co-Worker saying you should go home and take a rest, you insisted on working even later. And here you are, eyes puffy from how your eyes were watering, not from crying but from your flu of course, an aching head screaming for a rest, and also a tired body and mind.

And here you are, arriving on your shared house. As you opened the door, you walked yourself to the bathroom ignoring the splashing droplet of water from your wetted clothes, "I'll just.. clean it later." Said you while taking off your clothes and bathing yourself in a cold water, It would've been better if i bathe myself with a warm water– a word you diddn't even realize slipped off your mouth.

"Where is he.. why isn't he home yet" you said stepping off the stall and walked towards the table where your clothes sat ontop of the table. "Shit my towel, where is it?.. oh no i forgot to bring it here" nobody is home right? He's still not home yet– Opening up the bathroom door you walked yourself to your bedroom where your towel is stored, ugh i diddn't wipe my feet off and the floor is wet–

"(Na..–)" now, whose voice is this. "(Na–.. me!)" sounds like ajax, but from his yesterday letter it said that he will be home 2 more days right. Well.. ajax's–

"(Name)! There you are, Look what I–" not a liar right?.. oh my archon its him.

"Aaa, ajax don't look!" you screamed, your voice coming out raspy from how dry your throat were, "Oh wow, what a view." Ajax crossed his arm and laughed in amusement. Meanwhile you, were crouched down and hid your face in embarassment, "don't look.." there you are, crouching down in embarassment while your boyfriend is there laughing at you, "Cmon stand up don't be shy its not the first time i've seen you like this." He laughed.

"Hold on, let me get your towel." He said before running to your shared bedroom, that was embarassing... you muttered to yourself.

It wasn't that long till your boyfriend arrived with your towel, "here your towel." He said while rubbing your hair to dry it off, sniff.. sniffles you rubbed your nose.

"Are you okay?" Ajax tried to look at your hiding face, "lets.. dry yourself first, i don't want you to catch a cold." Too late im already sick– again you muttered to yourself and walked to the bedroom along with your boyfriend, "Sit here let me get your clothes." He walked to the wardrobe, "I was about to ask something, you're so quiet and.. you look sick" he said turning his head over, "Get out i'll dress myself." Your face were plastered with a visible scowl "but i wanna–.." "get out." "alright." Your boyfriend huffed in defeat and walked himself out of the bedroom.

Sigh.. my headache, its getting worser– You said whilst getting dressed, i should've listened to their protest don't i?– And now after being so stubborn about not wanting to take a rest you could feel how your body is giving up staying awake, you sat on your bed to avoid collapsing onto the floor and... making your boyfriend to worry even more.

Knock knock... "(name) are you finished? Can i come in?" Your boyfriend knocked on the door alerting you, "yea, come in Ajax." You said, when the door opened you could notice that Ajax was holding a tray of soup?..

"What's that ajax?" You peered over him with a curious gaze, "Its a soup i made with all my heart~" Ajax replied his face showing a genuine smile while he walked towards you, "since when did you make it? And how did i not notice." You asked, "Well i was home earlier than you, and since it was raining i was thinking, why not make a soup?" He said sitting beside you, "but then turns out you were sick." Ajax added, "So nice of you Ajax, thank you." You said while your hand reaches for the soup on his hand, but.. before you could even reach it, Ajax (softly) slapped your hand away.

"Nope! Im feeding you." Huh?! Did he just– "I insist, you're always doing this to me when im sick, so why can't i do the same hm?" He said while blowing his little fairy breath on the Spoon full of soup, "whatever ajax..." you opened your mouth, "there, is it good?" He asked and turned his gaze to you, "hm.. its.. Good! Its really good, what soup is this?" You swore your throat and stomach couldn't be much more better after eating the soup your boyfriend make, "This is a soup my mother used to make me when the weather is abit too cold back there in snezhnaya."

"You know this it what i hate when im not around–" there he goes on scolding you again, "you always overworked yourself don't you." You munched on the bits of meat on the soup, " y'know ajax, you overwork yourself when im not around too." Said you, "and how do you know–" "well that eyebags on your eyes explain it all." You pointed your fingers on the dark eyebags that sits under his eye, "Well.. ahem! Lets not talk about that."

"You know teucer was looking forward to meet you, and mother too well.. everyone did!" He said putting your now emptied bowl on the table beside your bed, "they're always like that don't they?" You giggled, "Yea yea.." he said while laying himself beside you, "You know you could get sick too right?" "I don't care, come scoot closer." You obeyed his word and scoots closer to him, "what are you trying to do.." you laid your head on his chest.

He stroked your hair and hummed a indeed familiar melody?.. oh, if you remembered correctly its a melody he hummed to you when you're having a bad day, his voice never fail to soothe your tired mind and with every hum coming out of his mouth, you find your gaze getting hazier and your body slowly realaxing, "sleep well and next time please don't overwork yourself (name).." he slipped a word, "mhm... you too.." you said before your vision completely darkening and your mind drifting to the dreamland.

You swore you could feel his lips on your head and an I love you slipping off his mouth.

Oh how lucky you are, having a boyfriend like him.

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Yoo its finished thanks my beloved drifty moots for this request, and funfact i write this when i was sick lmao. Anw enjoy