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maehemthemisfit · 1 year

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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄

ask — Can I ask you that the reader 💋 them while they are 😥 and 💙 in order to 😇 them, (I really hope this makes sense) Characters: Scaramouche & Xiao (This is my first time requesting something, hopefully I did it right ☠️) - requested by @oddshroom

a/n — this took me so unbelievably long to write but I'm working on my emoji asks now! okay so apparently I have no self control when it comes to writing scara so this ended up being 3k instead of 500≤1k so I'm making this separate from the xiao's. also dw love, you did it absolutely right so it was clear and concise <3

pairing — [ scaramouche x gn!reader + 💋 kissing them while they're 😥 having a nightmare and 💙 playing with their hair in order to 😇 comfort them]

edited by: my homegirl @xiao6ao

masterlist / xiao post / emoji prompt list

Since when was the melody of screams this unpleasant? Or perhaps, maybe it was never a sweet tune to begin with.

The crackling of fire howled and filled his ears, yet he watched silently as the flames ate away at the wooden structure, devouring the joyous memories he created there. Ashes sprinkled the blazing air, scurrying around like fire flies and filling his lungs.

His breathing was shallow, huffs of air spilling from his chest and reminding him of how human he seemed. But he could never be human, not when his chest was but a hollow cavern, overflowing with nothing but broken dreams and empty promises. His fingers trembled beside him, and subconsciously, he backed away from the dazzling light.

Why was he afraid? How could he be afraid? After all, he was the one who’d started the fire.

"N-No..." Scaramouche whispered, his eyes widened in disbelief as he took in the scene before him. "This... this already happened. Why am I seeing this again?" He looked to his palms— a desperate attempt at gathering his sense of self— but upon seeing his old attire, he found himself inarticulate.

This can't be. It was like he was back to being—

"Kunikuzushi," That voice... that was- "Why did you do this?" The child cried, clutching a familiar doll to his chest. It was threaded with such precision and care, casting in his mind a fond memory of the weeks he spent learning how to sew such a thing with his past friend.

Then the sight of the child’s charred skin hit him, and the endearing thought was discarded. He looked just as he did so long ago— sick, fragile.

But his eyes, oh his eyes told another story.

Scaramouche remembered his eyes, always full of wonder and curiosity, much like his own when he was just a fledgling. Those eyes that would beam up at him as the child tugged him away to a new discovery. Those eyes that would melt close as a smile formed on the child's lips. Those eyes, that were now boring holes into his own, absent of life and that childlike glee he was once accustomed to. Those eyes that were now swirling with fear, fear that was now directed at him.

"I didn't—!!" Scaramouche found himself choking, misery seeping into the depths of his chest and pouring out into his voice. He felt utterly nauseous at the sight before him, heaving breaths of uncertainty as hot tears began to spill from his indigo hues.

Shakily, he brought a hand to his mouth, searching for the words he wanted to say. "I didn't mean to... you- you broke your promise..."

The child took a step back, "Promise? What promise?" The puppet’s brows furrowed at the confusion on the child’s face, the air getting all the more jeering— threatening to strangle him— the longer they spoke.

"You said we were family. You said you would never abandon me," Scaramouche recalled. Abandon. Just the word sizzled and left a bitter taste on his tongue.

It wasn't fair, it wasn't fair at all.

“I didn’t abandon you,” the boy managed to retort, his voice scarcely a rasp. “I died!” He choked on a fit of coughs as he succumbed to the illness both his parents fell to.

Abandon… die…

Those were two completely different words, were they not? Yet, somehow, the discarded creation had found the two synonymous. The concept of death was still foreign to him all those years ago, and the timing was impeccable, as if someone were pulling the strings to all his misfortune. One betrayal after another. It was a deadly recipe of disaster that bubbled over into impulsive decisions and, finally, the roaring flames before him.

And now, he could only witness this village burn all over again— brick by brick, plank by plank— and watch the terror in the eyes of the one he called his friend, of the people he held close to where his heart should be, resurface from ashes long gone.

Damn it. It's not fair. It's not fair at all.

Another staggering step, and the flames began clawing at the child’s leg, searing deeper into his already charred skin. "Wait! Please!" Scaramouche shouted, lunging forward towards the kid now set ablaze and embraced in the wild, untamed fire. “Don’t leave me—" No, not “—again.”

But it was all in vain. He pleaded. He cried. He called, yet no one came.

His fingers crossed the child's, the doll slipping from the child's grasp and into the desperate puppet's hands. And without skipping a beat, the child burst into cinders before his eyes.

The ground kissed his knees as he collapsed, trembling hands digging into the veil that did little to shield him from the raging light. Within seconds, it was torn to shreds and soaked in the tears that he bled.

He wept, voice barely above a whisper. "Why couldn't it have been me…" Those tears, those pathetic emotions he harbored, why couldn't they stop? Why did it hurt so bad? Why did everyone leave him?

A dry, forced chuckle passed his lips that were drenched with the downpour from his eyes. He wiped them.

"Maybe I am just some faulty being." He looked up at the stars that watched in silence above him, ignoring his pleas for help. Gods… humans… even the stars were nothing but lies.

It was only then that a sensation ran down his neck, causing him to flinch from the sudden sense of touch. He whimpered despite trying his best not to, yet what he felt wasn't in the slightest unpleasant.

He leaned into it, eyes growing heavy with whatever was circling his skin, the pain that drenched him before growing numb as the flow of his tears drew softly to a stop. He felt small, yet safe under this eerie yet familiar touch, like an angel was embracing him and shielding him away from the tragedies that plagued the world.

A trickle of hope poured into him, flooding a soothing warmth through the chest that had been poisoned by a twisting ache. His fist unraveled the tattered veil, his hands now clinging onto something more plush and soft, though he couldn't see.

It told him he was fine. He was safe. He was sound.

Sound?

The air caught his mind, now devoid of the screams that smothered him just moments before. Even the crazed laments of the fire ceased, replaced by the quiet pitter patter of falling droplets— none of which he felt.

What he did feel was something soft showering his face, warm and featherlike, and another delicate touch swaying back and forth over his cheek, creating a peaceful harmony within his settling mind.

Despite the heaviness in his limbs, he pulled himself closer, his legs rubbing against silky fabric instead of the ashened ground of what had once been his home. His arms drew himself closer against whatever was bringing him comfort, the sound of something beating surprisingly washing away the rest of his worries. He drifted far away from the panic that once overcame him, the raging storm in his head now reduced to calm waves of water, carrying him safely back to reality into the arms of an angel.

His eyes, tired and spent, fought to open. His vision made out from blurring colors the sight of another person laying beside him. They leaned into him, and he felt the same featherlike sensation on his forehead. A voice he recognized— he had yet to decipher the words— filled his ears.

It was…

Before his eyes could fully adjust, he was already curling against your chest, fingers softly grabbing your shirt and tugging like his life depended on it. In an instant, the world came rushing in, his lungs breathing in the calming air of the small apartment you shared.

He was fine. He was safe. He was with you.

He called your name, his voice cracking as a groan slipped past him, muffled by his face pressing into you. Memories of his nightmare crashed back in restless waves, threatening to drown him once again. He coughed, attempting to speak through labored breaths.

"I s-saw… my, I-'' Scaramouche hiccuped, his body starting to shake like the harsh winters of Snezhnaya was biting through his porcelain skin.

“Shhh, shhh, it’s okay, take your time.” You were quick to silence him, whispering affirmations in the mist of night for only his ears to hear. He clutched onto you tighter. “It’s okay love, I’m here.”

After the countless years of suffering the puppet endured, he wasn’t fond of being touched by any living being— at least, not after all the torturous poking and prodding he was subjected to during Dottore’s experiments, whilst promises of “making him stronger” or “unlocking his true divinity” fell on deaf ears as he withered in pain.

But you? He couldn’t help but melt under your irenic touch, something that was foreign to him for decades. It took awhile for him to adjust to your displays of affection, but eventually your arms became his new safe haven, something that was all apparent now as you rubbed gentle strokes against his back, the sobs that were born from his horrid dream now dying down to soft sniffles and hums.

The moon glowed in all its glory in the blanket of night, illuminating the two lovers cuddled closely together like birds in a nest. Its silver glow became sparkles in the stray tears that spilled over his cheeks, your hands calmly wiping them as they fell. He came to realize over some time that the featherlike touches he felt prior were you pressing kisses to his face.

The moon came and fled as the sun put it to rest, painting the darkened skies in shades of blue and red. Its rays glimmered, peaking through the window and shedding its warmth on the both of you. By then, the wandering puppet’s tear stained cheeks were dried, his breathing leveled, and eyes half lidded, swirling with bouts of serenity.

Your hand was idly playing with his hair, gently combing through and dividing pieces that fell across his face. A comfortable silence filled the air, only penetrated by the whisper that flew past your lover’s lips, calling your name. You hummed as his hand slowly crept from under the covers, reaching out to grab yours from his strands and bringing it to his chest. His warm breath tickled your skin when he sighed, the feeling being overthrown when his lips kissed the back of your palm, lingering for nearly a minute.

“Do you…” He spoke softly, still firmly holding onto you, yet his voice sounded far off, eyes distant and hazy. “Do you think I’m evil?”

The question dripped from his lips like dew to a leaf, dropping into your ears for your brain to soak it in. Melancholy sprouted from it, growing vines that entangled your heart.

The word evil ran through your head, such a harsh term to describe someone, you scrutinized. Could you really compare the word to the former harbinger lying across from you? Perhaps his past actions, but…

Do evil people cry genuine tears? Do evil people feel remorse for their wicked deeds? What truly defines evil anyway?

The fluttering of wings fanned your clouded thoughts, your answer becoming clear along with the sound of birds chirping. You tugged at the vines clenching your heart, ripping them with ease as you looked at the man in question.

“Doing good things doesn’t make you a good person,” you imparted, staring honestly into his alluring eyes. He listened intently as you spoke, hanging off of every word like a puppet to a string. “And doing bad things doesn’t make you a bad person either.”

The foggy look in his eyes finally cleared.

“I think you experienced the worst parts of the world before you could understand the beauty of it, which led to your notorious doings.” You adjusted your hand to hold his, and he gave you a gentle squeeze as your thumb caressed circles into his. “But if we look back to your ‘previous incarnation’ without your memories, or your titles before Balladeer, would you call them evil as well? Would the people who knew you then describe you in such a way?”

The question floated in the air. A quizzical frown assuming the puppet’s features. For a second, he was back in his dream again— images of fire and ash tainting his mind. He remembered those eyes that were swirling with fear, anxiety threatening to crawl up his spine again.

He was fine. He was safe. He was…

“I didn’t abandon you,” The child's voice played back in his head, oddly sounding more soft compared to the voice he heard in his dream. Another recollection filled his thoughts— it was the sight of the child pulling him eagerly, a wide grin adorning his chubby cheeks, a giggle followed by his own filling the air as he allowed the kid to guide him to some growing lavender melons.

"I- I can't reach it. Awhh," The child pouted, looking away from the tree dejectedly.

"They are pretty high up," Scara- no, Kunikuzushi observed, bringing a hand to his chin. "You'll be able to reach them if I give you a lift though."

"Really? Oh thank you, thank you, thank you! You're really the best ya know, and d-don't forget it either!" The child cheered, jumping up and down in his small burst of excitement before calming down. He tired easily, no matter what he did.

"I'm the best? But I'm just a mere—"

The small mortal coughed weakly, balling his fist right after and shouting a heartfelt declaration. "Puppet this, puppet that. You're a good person and you're a good friend. There's no if, ands, or buts about it,"

He couldn't help but reciprocate the child's smile.

"I- I guess you have a point," Kunikuzushi hummed, his face blooming a pretty pink as he tried to hide under his veil. "You know… you sound a lot like an old friend of mine.”

The memory faded as quick as it came, his shoulders now relaxed and expression thoughtful. You assumed he reached the same answer as you.

They wouldn't call him evil. Never in a million years.

“I couldn’t either," You answered his thoughts, bringing your hand back to card through his hair. "Which is why I don't think you're the monster you make yourself out to be."

He wanted to laugh, but he found himself without a voice. All those questions he aimlessly sought answers to. He’d even asked the God of Wisdom the same thing, yet her answer was quite different from yours. But could he really take your words to heart— or hold it above the words of a god? Would her answer change if he asked her again? Would your answer change if he wronged you?

He was fine. He was safe. He was good.

The sounds of rain dwindled as the critters of light rustled away, chirping and hollering to the sun’s presence. By now, its light blanketed you both, whisking off the drowsiness as you rubbed your eyes. You were in the midst of calling your lover’s name when his fingers wrapped around your leg, pulling it over his hip to bring you close once again.

He cupped your face, your eyes instinctively closing as his lips embraced yours, the warmth of his touch enough to rival the sun and the shine of the moon. No celestial body could reap what the two of you had sown beautifully together.

You held his past, present, and future, carried his vices and virtues, wiped his tears and tore down his walls even when he built them up too high.

You stayed, even when he couldn't give you his heart.

He was enough, you reminded him proudly each day. He was safe. He was fine. He was loved.

"I love you," Scaramouche found himself mumbling against your lips, breathing out a content sigh when the two of you finally parted.

It was the first time he initiated such a declaration, and while he'd never admit how much it affected him, the shy smile carved into his face spoke it well enough. His passionate gaze lit a thousand flames in your soul and it was your turn to fall into the rabbit hole of his beauty.

With another quick kiss, you touched your foreheads together, your voice a lullaby to his ears as you chimed the words that always made him feel something skip a beat in his chest.

"I love every part of you, and never forget that," you huffed, feigning a pouty expression to entice a smile— which he effortlessly gave.

"Don't worry, I won't," he laughed heartily this time, making an effort to find your hand and intertwining your pinkies. He brought them to his chin, pecking the side of your hand once more. "I promise."

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m-ayo-o · 6 months

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💕 e m o j i 🎀 e v e n t ! 💖

18+ ~ minors do not interact : event closed

500 follower event to say thank uuu!

completed: NSFW UNLESS SPECIFIED ~ KEY BELOW

1 🌹🎧🖤 sfw

2 🐇💜

3 🍒💔🖤

4 🎀😖💚

5 💞🐇😖💗

6 🥴💜

7 🐇🧡

8 😈👍🐇🖤

9 💞💜

10 😈🌹💛

11 🍒🐱💜

12 🐰😖💜

13 😈🎀💙

scenario / kink key

😈 - impact play ⛓ - light restraints 🍓 - food kink 🌹 - smth romantic 💌 - sexting 🙈 - stepcest 💔 - breakup sex 👍 - anal play 💞 - amab!reader 🤍 - gn!reader 🍒 - virgin!reader 🐇 - bunny!reader 🐱 - kitty!reader 🎀 - sub!character 🥴 - drunk!character 🎧 - musician!character 😖 - pervy!character

character key ~ aged up 21+

❤️ renji abarai 🧡 ichigo kurosaki 💛 kento nanami 💚 kisuke urahara 💙 satoru gojo 💜 megumi fushiguro 💗 yuji itadori 🖤 suguru geto

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multicolour-ink · 7 months

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Hello! I hope you’re doing well! ☺️ For the emoji prompt, could you do 💕 for the bros (platonic ofc)?

Emoji Prompt

💕 Kisses (platonic) - Mario and Luigi

I couldn't think of a full scenario, so have a couple of short snippets for the Bros ^^

* * *

The Little Things

"LUIGI!"

Luigi cried out in alarm as his brother charged forward and hugged him with such force.

"I thought I'd lost you!", Mario cried. Luigi was alarmed to feel hot tears seeping into his shoulder.

He gripped Mario's arm and petted his head.

"I'm alright bro, really", he smiled.

Mario shook his head and leaned back a little to take Luigi's face in his hands.

"Don't ever do that again", he said, as a full out sob erupted from deep within his throat. He put his forehead to his twin's, pressing so close that he felt their pulses beating in sync.

"Please...don't ever do that...", Mario trailed off. "I can't...I just can't..."

Another sob came from the older plumber. Luigi didn't say anything, and just let his own tears fall.

Mario pulled back again to press a kiss to his brother's forehead. The amount of sheer relief and love in that one gesture made Luigi's heart twist.

"Next time you want to do something crazy, let me do it with you!"

"I'll try", Luigi sniffed. "Just don't expect me to make you the ringleader."

Mario laughed through his tears, and hugged him.

* * *

Luigi let out a worried sigh as he ran his fingers through his brother's hair.

It had only been a short time since they had moved to the Mushroom Kingdom, but already Mario was starting to feel the burnout. Luigi was too; however, whilst the green plumber was akin to knowing when to take breaks for himself, Mario on the other hand had been far too stubborn and had insisted that he was fine and he could commit to his duties.

The end result was now a man fully worn out, and lying on his brother's chest in the tranquillity of their bedroom in Toad Town.

"And what did you say to the princess this morning?", Luigi coaxed.

Mario let out an irritated sigh.

"That we could handle that job on the castle plumbing."

"And by we meaning you. And you got a headache and needed to stop. Just like I warned you would happen."

Mario huffed and hid his face in his brother's chest.

"Why didn't you just take a break?"

The words were laced with such concern that Mario felt his heart wrench with guilt.

"I didn't want to let her down", Mario whispered. "I didn't want to let anyone down. What kind of reliable hero would I be if I took time off?!"

"A functioning one?", said Luigi, eyebrows raised.

A silence followed.

"There's nothing wrong with taking care of yourself, Mario. We all need it. Everyone knows you do so much for them already."

He then leaned down and pressed a kiss into Mario's crown.

"As do I."

The gesture was already full of warmth and love alone, but the words were so sincere that Mario almost crumpled there and then.

"Thanks Lu. I think...I'll be happy just taking a couple days off. I hope the princess will be ok with that."

"Maybe I should ask her to come round and keep you company", Luigi smirked.

Mario nearly shoved him off the bed. But it didn't even matter, for their laughter could be heard around the house.

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The second story has some references to this fic :)

#super mario #mario #luigi #the super mario bros movie #super mario movie #mario movie #mario and luigi #super mario fanfic #mario fanfic #mario fanfiction #fanfiction #multicolour ink writes #writing prompt #emoji prompts #my writing #roscolate #thank you for the prompt ^^#wow I really put mario through the wringer this time!

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honeybeesources · 2 months

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— ARE YOU OKAY?

Concerned roleplay starters. Send me... (Send 🔄 + any emoji to reverse the outcome.)

😭 to find my muse crying. 🤕 to find my muse with an obvious injury. ❤️‍🩹 to find my muse trying to hide an injury. 🤢 to find my muse visibly sick. 🩸 to find my muse after they've been in a fight. 💤 to find my muse passed out. 🥴 to catch my muse as they faint. 🌧️ to find my muse in the rain without an umbrella. 😵 to find my muse half dead in an alley. 🫳 to put a comforting hand on my muse's shoulder. 🫂 to give my muse a comforting hug.

#concerned starters #emoji prompts #roleplay meme #roleplay memes #rp meme #rp memes #roleplay prompts #rp prompts #symbol prompts #tumblr roleplay #tumblr rp

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astrronomemes · 7 months

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THINGS TO DO IN AUTUMN: STARTERS

a collection of starters based around autumnal activities. send an emoji for our muses to do the thing!

Send 🍁 for our muses to rake the leaves together

Send 🎃 for our muses to go to the pumpkin patch together

Send 🌽 for our muses to walk through a corn maze together

Send 🍎 for our muses to go apple-picking together

Send 🍵 for our muses to make apple cider together

Send 🍂 for our muses to jump into a leaf pile together

Send 🌳 for our muses to admire the fall foliage together

Send 🚶 for our muses to go to a fall festival together

Send 🔪 for our muses to carve a pumpkin together

Send 🍲 for our muses to make soup together

Send 📺 for our muses to have a horror movie marathon together

Send 🧺 for our muses to go on a hayride together

Send 🏠 for our muses to visit a haunted house together

Send 👻 for our muses to tell scary stories to each other

Send 🧣 for our muses to help each other bundle up for the cold weather

Send ☔ for our muses to get caught in an autumn rainstorm together

Send 🧶 for our muses to do an autumn / Halloween crafting project together

Send 🥧 for our muses to make a pie together

Send ☕for our muses to make hot chocolate together

Send 🦇 for our muses to dress up for Halloween together

Send 🪣 for our muses to go trick-or-treating together

Send 🎉 for our muses to attend a Halloween party together

Send 🍬 for our muses to eat Halloween candy together

#rp meme #roleplay meme #rp starters #roleplay starters #emoji prompts #emoji memes #rp memes #roleplay memes #emoji starters

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rpdepartment · 5 months

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send an emoji and i'll tell you my opinion on...

✒️ the muse's canon

📝 the muse's fanon

📖 a popular headcanon regarding my muse

🎉 the fan favorite character of my muse's canon

🧫 IC / "IRL" blogs

📲 doubles

🌌 canon divergencies

👽 AUs

🌓 crossovers

👬 shipping

💏 the fandom's most popular ship

💟 the fandom's most popular ship that involves my muse

✏️ fandomless OCs

🤸‍♀️ OCs

🤹‍♀️ OCs related to canon characters

💞 OC x canon

📶 crossover ships

💙 crack ships

👨‍👨‍👧‍👧 fankids

💌 multishipping

⛓ RP timelines

🖼 dash events

👀 dash commentary

🗝 selectiveness in the RPC

🩹 reblog karma

🎲 ask memes and sentence starters

🎆 magic anons

📌 my favorite character in the fandom

✂️ my least favorite character in the fandom

💝 my favorite ship in the fandom

🧊 my least favorite ship in the fandom

🥂 my favorite part of the canon

🧂 my least favorite part of the canon

🦴 NSFW threads

💋 sexy sunday / "sinday"

#i REALLY hate sinday as a term but thats for more ppl to “understand” the prompt nfadsg #emoji prompts #emoji prompt

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 1 year

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😤 with Frank Castle 🧎‍♀️

Send me an emoji prompt!

A jealousy headcanon

Oh. Oh boy.

Have you seen this guy?

Look, he knows you. He trusts you. He knows that you know who you're going home with at the end of the day.

That doesn't stop his blood from going hot when he sees someone putting the moves on you.

It could be at the bar. It could be at a party.

Frank doesn't make a scene. Hell, he doesn't need to.

He just comes and stands behind you and staaaaares whoever it is down.

You don't have to turn to see who it is.

Sometimes, you'll quip, "He's right behind me, isn't he," To the terrified flirt that's frozen with nerves

As your would-be suitor hurries to excuse yourself, you lean back against Frank, smiling as he curls his arms around you

"How's my grouch?" You murmur. He doesn't answer, just buries his face in your neck.

"That guy bothering you?" He mumbles.

"No, baby. Wanna go home?"

"Mhm."

Once you're home, Frank takes you apart, bit by bit, until you're a whimpering, moaning mess—

Until you can't even remember what that other person who spoke to you looked like

#Frank Castle x Reader #Frank Castle x You #Frank Castle imagine #Frank Castle headcanon #asks #replies #anon #Emoji prompts

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cherrys-side-bitch · 1 year

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Hey! Can I request 💛🥰👁 with Rengoku??

Congrats on 600 btw!!!

𝔼𝕞𝕠𝕛𝕚 ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕤

gn! reader, fluff

💛 Do they drop hints that they like someone and what are they?

When Rengoku is in love, he often becomes more interactive with you. This usually includes asking if you need help with something, helping you train, eating with you, or even sitting down and talking about your day. Rengoku will also bring back food for the two of you to try, whether it's something he got from a mission or something new in town.

🥰 How often do they stare lovingly at their s/o?

Rengoku finds you to be the light of his life. In his opinion, you're the most beautiful being to exist, and because of this, he can't help but get caught staring at you from a distance. He’s gotten teased by his fellow hashira about it, but he doesn't feel shameful about it.

👁 What’s their favorite part of their s/o?

Though it would be difficult to pick one thing about you, he’d have to say that he loves your face the most. A person’s face conveys so much emotion and personality that he can't help but look at your face as you speak, smiling as he watches various emotions be brought into your features. However, if you're less expressive, it doesn't change Rengoku’s opinion much.

┉ˏ͛ ༝̩̩̥͙ ⑅͚˚　　 ҉　　⑅͚˚ ͛༝̩̩̥͙ ˎ┉

#kny x reader #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer headcanons #kyojuro rengoku x reader #rengoku headcanons #kyojuro rengoku headcanons #demon slayer x gn reader #headcaons #emoji prompts #x gn reader #request #writing

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maehemthemisfit · 1 year

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Ask: Can I have a 🍭 with cyno or albedo please :3

Prompt: 🍭 Babysitting with Cyno (I couldn't think of anything for albedo so here's our favorite matra)

Emoji Prompt List ◜⁠✧ Masterlist

Cyno Isn't the best when it comes to this field of knowledge, but he does make a great effort to learn

He's the feared General Mahamatra, tracking down wrongdoers and violent altercations is common in his line of work.

But despite his hardened exterior, underneath those crimson eyes is concern for your wellbeing. Seeing you so overworked and stressing to keep watch over a kid while balancing all your other tasks made his stomach churn.

So, him being the honorable person he was, volunteered to watch over the child so you can have a rest.

"Are you sure? I- I mean I never seen you—"

"There's no need to worry. If I felt I couldn't handle such a task, I would have volunteered to do something else," Cyno reassured, approaching you and the bubbly child you held close to your chest. "Just tell me what I need to do, and you can leave the rest to me."

You couldn't help but smile at the sentiment, your exhaustion making Cyno's offer sound even more convincing. Without further hesitation, you agreed, relaying the basics on how to care for the child as Cyno listened intently, noting down every suggestion you made and engraving it in his memory.

The young matra found his face warming when you neared him, the proximity making it hard for him to concentrate on what you were saying. Why did this suddenly feel so intimate?

He awkwardly held his arms out, muscles tense and body alert unintentionally. Despite him wanting to help you babysit, he looked utterly bewildered when it came to holding a child, and of course his reactions didn't go unnoticed to you.

A sweet melody caught his ears— your voice he recognized, sprouting an amused laugh. The beautiful sound of it unknowingly eased away some of the nervousness building up in his chest, his shoulders relaxing as his eyes softened. It was a new change from your tired sighs he'd been aquatinted with for some time, seeing the curve of your lips and the crinkles of your eyes was truly a sight to see.

You placed the child in his arms, gently guiding his hands around them. "Support their neck like this, and hold them close," Cyno nodded, his body tensing once again as the child wiggled in his arms. He cleared his throat, trying his best to relax as you instructed.

"Like... this?" Cyno looked up, his eyes full of curiosity and wonder as he searched yours for some sort of affirmation.

It was adorable seeing him so focused and eager to care for a tiny creature. Your mind drifted to the thought of Cyno having his own little bundles of life running around, and how amazing he would be as a father. Another heartwarming scene of his children tackling him into a hug flooded your mind. Another thought of how adorable his—

"[Name]?"

You blinked, snapping out of your daze as your cheeks warmed. "Y-Yeah! Just like that," You said sheepishly, backing away from the endearing scene. "Seems like you've got everything covered, I'll leave you to it!"

And then you scurried off, leaving a startled Cyno and a child that needed their diaper changed behind.

Cyno could only blink in amusement before returning to the task at hand. "What's... that smell?"

Oh dear, you never told him how to change a diaper.

He's actually decent at caring for a tiny living being

His sharp senses keeps the child out of danger so there's no issues there

Probably gets scared when the child barely moves in their sleep and has to give it a lil tap tap just to make sure they're still breathing (cats be doing the same thing too smh)

OKAY SO!! I just imagine him having a stare down with the child and his intimidating eyes makes him seem like he's glaring but really he's just a bit confused on what he should do next

Surprisingly the child doesn't get scared and just reaches out to grab his headpiece, cooing and giggling at the animalistic design.

Cyno might find it cute until his hair gets tugged along with it ouch.. don't underestimate the grip of a baby!!

ALSO I definitely see him telling his jokes to the kid AND thoroughly explaining the reasoning of why it's funny as the child just burps and noms on their hand. Also the child just giggles at random intervals so Cyno thinks they understand the joke and actually find him funny.

"...and that's why the scarab crossed the road," Cyno explained, tickling the child's tiny feet to keep them entertained, and low and behold, they giggled!

"You found that funny?" Cyno hummed, looking at the cooing child in awe. "Tighnari seemed to think otherwise, but now I know someone other than me finds them hilarious. here, let me tell you three of my best jokes,"

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