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[lothewitch]

◍⁠••⁠◍✧⁠*。Minhas demais contas ◍⁠•⁠•⁠◍⁠✧⁠*⁠。

Grinnycat

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Lanterna dos afogados (@Angosciato)

Olá para você que acabou caindo por aqui! Espero que esteja bem e que se divirta, mesmo que um pouco, com o que tenho e...

Grinnycat

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[naibuding]

初次见面ww！😋我来把画的TFC的塔罗牌愚人牌系列搬过来一下！

Nice to meet you ww! 😋I'll move the TFC's tarot fool series here!

[lothewitch]

How would the Circus cast react to you showing up with a baby

Part two: Ticket Taker

Ticket Taker

ꏿ The Ticket Taker made no effort whatsoever to hold back his sigh of disapproval after [Name] explained why she had a child with her. In that circus, of all places. “I’m not sure whether I should be more concerned about this little thing or about the connections your synapses make!”

ꏿ He then stepped closer to get a better look at the small guest—or rather, the little intruder. Curious little eyes met the masked face. Tiny arms reached out, trying to grab his top hat. Ticket Taker's head twisted slightly to the side while examining the tiny human, [Name] started to feel nervous as the silence hovered over them.

ꏿ “Already trying to take what doesn’t belong to you. Typical…” the Ticket Taker said, even though his voice had grown subtly softer. His gloved hand reached up, removing the top hat with an elegant motion before placing it on the baby’s head. It was only expected that the hat would swallow the baby whole due to the difference in size, yet the Ticket Taker smiled in satisfaction. “At least now there’s a part of this little creature that isn’t entirely unpleasant to look at.”

I wanted to apologize in advance for the delay the future parts may suffer. I'm running in the election to act as a child welfare counselor here where i live (conselho tutelar no caso, aqui no Brasil).

Anyway, i hope you liked the headcanons and thank you for the support my other posts 💕💕

[lothewitch]

How would the Circus cast react to you showing up with a baby

Part one: Harlequin.

Harlequin

♡ The world really does go around. Him, Harlequin, being the one to remind [Name] of the circus rules? Well, she also carried part of the responsibility for that historic moment by bringing a baby into the circus.

♡ The mischievous grin never left Harlequin’s face, even after the explanation that the baby belonged to a friend and that she was babysitting until the end of the day. Not bothering to hide the satisfied laugh that slipped out, he stepped closer to [Name], sharp teeth brushing against her ear as he whispered, “If you ever feel like having one of your own, you know where to find me, dear!”

♡ [Name] took a step back, the urge to make Harlequin choke on that green tongue—one he shamelessly insisted on showing off by licking his lips—growing in her chest. At least until the baby’s laughter in her arms caught her attention; the child smiled at Harlequin, sticking its tongue out in an attempt to mimic what it must have interpreted as “the funny green creature.”

♡ Harlequin stepped closer once again, his attention now on the baby. “This little thing is interesting!” And once more, he stuck his tongue out. [Name] felt her blood run cold as her mind immediately jumped to the worst possible scenarios. However, Harlequin surprised her when he mimicked a snake, drawing another burst of laughter from the baby—and even from [Name] herself.

Anyways, thank you for reading! See you in the next part!

I know that bringing a kid to the Circus would be a terrible idea, but let's turn on suspension of disbelief for a bit haha 😅

[lothewitch]

A moment of peace with you.

Fem!Reader

At last, lunchtime had arrived, and once again [Name] found herself accompanying Crowe’s chaotic yet strangely functional group of friends to the safe haven of the school garden. It was a group she could now also consider her own, even if she still hadn’t fully gotten used to the idea.

Deryl stood beside Geo, showing him a game from his favorite team. Geo rolled his eyes in disinterest, yet didn’t bother to move away. Brittney brushed Jess’s hair with her hairbrush, a soft smile on her lips showing how adorable she found the sight of Jess’s cheeks, flushed as red as a tomato.

Meanwhile, [Name] stole Geo’s spot beneath the shade of the tree. With a satisfied little smile after finishing her snack, she pulled her phone from her pocket along with the cursed tangle of wires that was her earphones. In moments like these, she wished she could simply buy a pair of wireless earbuds, even the cheapest ones she could find, but that luxury would have to wait. For now, she had to settle for untangling the mess.

“Damn…” she muttered quietly, not noticing that someone had joined her beneath the tree’s generous shade.

“Need help?” Crowe’s voice reached her ears softly.

As she turned, she noticed just how close he was, yet made no move to step away. Instead, she leaned a little closer toward him.

“All yours!”

[Name] tossed the earphones onto her friend’s lap without much ceremony, pretending to be more irritated than she actually was. Crowe simply laughed and began untangling the wires, his long nails adding a certain delicacy to his movements.

“What are you planning to listen to?”

“Is that you trying to be subtle just so you can judge my music taste?”

Crowe laughed, the sound making his body lightly brush against [Name]’s.

“I would never do that. At least not so obviously,” he replied, finally handing her the untangled earphones.

[Name] stuck her tongue out at him before plugging them into her phone and starting her favorite playlist. She placed one earbud in her ear, hiding it beneath her hair.

“Here, take it!” she said, offering the other earbud to Crowe.

Listening to music together shouldn’t have been a big deal. It shouldn’t have made the butterflies in [Name]’s stomach flutter or made Crowe’s cheeks grow warmer. Even so, that was exactly where she wanted to be, right there beside him.

I want to thank @sizzlingpizzatyrant for technically showing me the game when showing rebloging the video of the game 🤣 the Sol character get my attention, but it was Crowe who gets my heart <3 (and i kind didn't liked Sol, but loved his design)

No further ado, i wish you a good read!

[lothewitch]

Quiet time in the same room with tfc member of your choice?

Like reading quietly with jester, drawing in a book with ticket taker doing taxes at his desk, etc. etc. or something like that

Hey again! Thank you once again for making a request 💕

This one ended being a little short and simple, but i hope you like it ✨

Jester

Standing at the entrance of his tent, Jester watched as [Name] looked through his collection of books with curiosity.

There were so many of them, and in so many different languages, that it was hard for their interest to linger on just one for long. In fact, the circus had passed through even more places than [Name] had thought before making a stop in the city.

“You don’t joke around when it comes to culture, do you?”

Jester’s lips curved into a small smile—subtle, sincere, even somewhat affectionate—before widening into something more challenging once again.

“What advantage would there be in performing in a place you don’t know, guest?”

[Name] nodded slightly, their gaze falling on a book near Jester’s bed. As they picked it up, they realized it was about the history of their own city, and they could almost feel the metaphorical lightbulb turning on in their mind as an idea came to them. Risky, yes—but also irresistible.

“It’s not usually you who scouts the place…” [Name] said, lightly tapping the spine of the book against their lips. “But what do you think about a tour with me? A location can clear your doubts better than a book!”

Jester let out a soft chuckle at the bold proposal. This human had courage—he would give them that.

And perhaps he would even accept their invitation.

Pierrot

Ever since [Name] met Pierrot and the other members of the circus, a chill had settled over the city. It started off mild, even pleasant depending on who you asked.

However, with each passing day, the cold intensified, going from merely sparking the desire for a warm drink to driving a search for any source of heat that could be found. And, to [Name]’s comfort and Pierrot’s immense delight, the perfect source the Batista found was Pierrot’s embrace.

His long arms wrapped around their waist, the feeling of his chest against their back, rising and falling with each soft breath, lulled them into a serene and warm sleep.

Pierrot didn’t sleep as much as [Name]—in fact, not as much as any human. But oh, how he loved being there, watching as they dreamed.

He could hardly wait for when they woke up so he could cook something for them to eat for breakfast.

[lothewitch]

Columbina and fMC doing each other's hair, nails, etc. etc. please?

Hey! I was nervous about how my first story for the game would be received, but i was happy to see that it was well received and you made a request! Thank you <3

Since we don't know much about Columbina i'm sorry if this wans't as good as you expected! Anyway, here goes the story! Enjoy your reading! 💕

A Special moment, just for us

Fem!Reader

[Name]’s apartment wasn’t exactly the epitome of luxury, but it was comfortable and a safe space. Once hers alone, now also Columbina’s. A bubble of peace and quiet she hadn’t felt in a long time, not even in the company of the other circus members.

The young woman stood in front of the glass door that led to the apartment’s balcony, enjoying the soft sound of wind and rain tapping against the glass. She watched the leaves of the trees below sway gently and the small birds flying in search of shelter.

A soft scraping sound of a chair being pulled suddenly brought her back to reality. When she turned around, Columbina saw [Name] taking out nail files, clippers, and a few nail polishes from a small worn-out bag stained with what looked like spilled acetone.

[Name] hummed quietly one of those catchy songs that played through the café’s speakers, a habit Columbina liked to point out just to watch her deny it, flustered, in a way she found adorable. As [Name] soaked a piece of cotton in acetone, she noticed the curious gaze following her movements, which drew a smile from her.

“Do you want me to do your nails?” she asked, lightly tapping the chair beside her. “But just so you know, I can barely do my own, let alone someone else’s.”

“I don’t really agree with that.”

With a subtle smile, Columbina accepted the invitation and took the seat beside [Name]. Their shoulders brushed against each other, a faint blush appearing beneath the white mask she wore.

“R-right…” [Name] said, trying to hide that she felt the same. “I don’t have that many colors, but you can choose whichever you like, or just something for now.”

With that, [Name] took the rest of the nail polishes out of the bag. Among them was a neon pink that caught Columbina’s attention. It was delicate like her, yet eye-catching and bold. She reached out to pick up the small bottle and examine it more closely.

“Carol gave me that one when I mentioned I wanted to try something new. I haven’t used it yet, but it definitely suits you more.”

Columbina didn’t respond at first, simply observing the polish and letting [Name]’s words sink in. Pink really did suit her, not only for its softness but also for the presence the color carried. She had made up her mind; that would be the chosen one.

[Name] remembered the story Jester had told the second time she went to the circus, about how Columbina didn’t have claws. But up close, it didn’t seem like she lacked them; rather, it looked like she bit them, like someone who chews their nails. Like someone so anxious and restless that they couldn’t let go of a habit, even if it harmed them.

Using a small nail file, [Name] carefully evened out the bitten, uneven edges, leaving them short and more rounded. Then came the polish.

The feeling of [Name]’s hand holding hers as she painted her nails was warm and comforting, making Columbina want to intertwine their fingers to feel her even closer. Still, she remained where she was, letting [Name] continue, not wanting to break the spell of the moment.

“And… done,” [Name] said, holding Columbina’s hand in hers, their palms touching as her fingers lightly brushed against her slender wrist. “You can kind of tell the direction of the brush strokes. I can try again if you want…”

Columbina raised her fingers to take a better look at the result. It was true, the direction of the polish strokes was noticeable, and some nails were a bit shorter than others, but that wasn’t what she focused on. Her attention rested solely on the fact that [Name] had done this for her, had been careful and gentle not to hurt her while doing something special just so she could enjoy it.

Pink pupils finally appeared from behind the mask, followed by a wide smile.

“No, you don’t need to worry,” Columbina said, reaching for [Name]’s hand and gently stroking her soft skin with her thumb. “I loved it. Thank you so much.”

Columbina then leaned closer to [Name], close enough to catch the pleasant scent of her perfume.

“Can I try doing yours too?”

[lothewitch]

After what may be a year i noticed i had marked the tag for Haikyuu in a Twisted Wonderland fanfic

[lothewitch]

just to be near you

Fem! Reader

The circus had already been established in the city for quite some time. With business going well both economically and personally, there was no reason to leave just yet. Pierrot couldn’t contain the almost manic smile on his face, even when Jester shot him an impatient look. If he had a dog’s tail, it would surely be wagging fast enough to stir the air.

The reason for his happiness? [Name], of course. Even though his duties at the circus sometimes kept him from visiting her every day, Pierrot always found an opportunity to go to her apartment. And at that moment, luck seemed to be on his side, as he had been assigned to hand out flyers for the circus. As Bil had said, “We need to keep the audience interested if we want to avoid starving.”

The balcony door closed softly behind him, his bells jingling lightly as he walked through [Name]’s room.

“My lady, I’m here!”

There was no response, and the empty room made his stomach tighten. But when he heard the sound of the shower, Pierrot let out a relieved sigh.

He sat on the bed to wait for his beloved, letting his hands wander over the rumpled blanket while imagining [Name] lying there, her body relaxing after a long day of work. His breathing slowed as drowsiness began to settle in.

Ah, how does your body look so graceful like this? So vulnerable, without even noticing my presence.

Almost automatically, Pierrot lay down on the bed, pulling the blanket close to his face and inhaling deeply.

His pale face flushed as if intoxicated, and perhaps he truly was. Drunk on [Name]’s scent and memory. Something like coffee, and something uniquely hers.

“My lady…” Pierrot murmured softly against the fabric, losing himself in the sensation. “I love your scent…”

“Pierrot?”

[Name]’s voice pulled him out of his fantasies abruptly. His bells clattered loudly as he stood up too quickly, trying to feign innocence.

“[N-Name]…”

Good heavens, what an embarrassing situation. To make matters worse, [Name] stood right in front of him in a bathrobe, her damp hair framing her face. He could lose himself in the sight of her if he weren’t so anxious about her reaction. Would she feel disgust? Anger? Would she yell at him or throw him out?

“I’m sorry. I—I…”

[Name] covered her mouth, a muffled giggle reaching Pierrot’s ears. His body tensed, his chest heavy with anxiety. But her gaze wasn’t cruel, and it held no anger.

“I’m still not used to the pedestal you put me on, but sometimes it’s a little cute!”

The smile returned to Pierrot’s face, and he didn’t hesitate to step closer. He took [Name]’s hands in his and bowed, kissing her knuckles with reverence and passion.

Ah, how he loved her scent. Her body, and even more, the feeling of her so close to him like now. Above all, Pierrot loved that [Name] was accepting him and his love in its purest form.

Hey, It's been a while since I last showed up. Hope you reading it has been doing fine <3

Anyway, it's my first time writing for Pierrot (and The Freak Circus in general haha) I hope I did a good job.

[lothewitch]

I want present to you my cat: Filomena!

[silversoulsociety]

Sabito

Kimetsu No Yaiba : Hashira Training Arc E2

[kyojuuros]

Sabito • Giyuu • Urokodaki

[lothewitch]

There is beauty in the night

Fem!Reader

Of all the people who could have been sent on that mission alongside him, it had to be [Name], Sanemi thought.

Not that the Wind Pillar disliked the woman. Compared to the other Pillars, [Name] was the most tolerable colleague he had beyond Obanai. But there was a certain habit of hers that always tested what little patience Sanemi had for joint missions. Night had already fallen, bringing colder air and a sharpened focus to any unusual sounds as they walked through the forest in search of a demon.

Disappearances had been reported by villagers living nearby. The situation had proved more complicated when none of the Demon Slayers sent before the Pillars had returned. [Name] walked beside Sanemi, easily keeping pace with him. She was the only one between them trying to prevent the mission from falling into complete silence.

“Tell me, Shinazugawa. Isn’t the night beautiful tonight?”

There it was. She had started. He could never understand this thing [Name] had with the night. How could she find beauty in the time of day when those filthy creatures, like the one they were hunting now, prowled to kill and devour innocent people? She might have been one of the most tolerable of the Pillars, but that didn’t stop him from thinking she might be lacking a few mental faculties.

Sanemi ignored her question as he usually did. [Name] always seemed intent on bringing up something about the night whenever they were sent on missions together.

“The moon looks so beautiful tonight, don’t you think?”

“Look at how many stars are up there.”

“It’s like the moon is too shy to show itself tonight.”

Despite all their missions together, Sanemi could never share [Name]’s perspective. To him, the night was nothing but a time marked by blood and death brought by demons. What beauty could there be in that? Sometimes he caught himself staring at the stars and the moon as they shone imposingly in the sky. And still, he couldn’t see even a trace of the beauty his colleague claimed to find in that scene. But [Name] never gave up, no matter how cold his attitude was. She was about to try once more to strike up a conversation, but a sound coming from the trees cut her short.

She reacted instantly, drawing her blade in one swift motion. The cold blue steel gleamed even icier in that moment. Sanemi wasn’t about to just stand by. He reached for his sword’s hilt as something leapt out from the darkest part of the path ahead. A demon with gray skin and razor-sharp claws lunged at them in less than a second—straight at Sanemi, who had yet to draw his weapon.

[Name] stepped in front of the Wind Pillar, striking the demon across the chest to buy him time.

“Are you all right?” she asked without taking her eyes off the creature.

“I don’t need protecting, you hear me?” Sanemi drew his blade just in time to counter the demon’s renewed assault. The wound [Name] had inflicted was already healing. Thin though it was, the demon’s body brimmed with strength. Its sickly gray skin caught the faint moonlight filtering through the leaves, making it look even more grotesque.

Sanemi was ready to end it, ready to slice through its neck the moment it leapt for him. The corners of his mouth curled upward into a nearly frightening grin as he braced himself. But the attack wasn’t aimed at him. The demon pounced on [Name] instead, slamming her to the ground and pinning her by the arms. She struggled fiercely, managing to stab its chest, but the wound was shallow and far from fatal.

Sanemi lunged, but his blade struck nothing but air as the demon sprang back into the shadows, [Name]’s sword still embedded in its body. Sanemi gave chase, but the demon was quick, its retreat accompanied by the rapid, erratic sound of footsteps echoing all around them, circling. This time, Sanemi stood in front of [Name], while she armed herself with a broken tree branch, far from ideal, but better than bare hands. The demon’s footsteps grew unbearably loud, maddening in their rhythm. Then, as suddenly as it began, the noise stopped. Silence. Sanemi tightened his grip on his sword, waiting for the next move.

From the right, the demon lunged again, bursting through the trees straight at him. Sanemi reacted, but not fast enough; the blow knocked him to the ground, rolling gracelessly across the dirt. He cursed under his breath, scrambling to his feet and searching for his sword only to look up at a horrifying sight.[Name] was still fighting with what little she had, and it was going badly. The demon’s claws raked across her chest, staining her uniform with blood. Her legs gave way as her vision darkened, the world fading into a blurred haze.

When the demon turned its attention back to Sanemi, the only thing he felt in his chest was rage. He would kill that demon. He dashed forward, his body moving instinctively into the stance of the Wind Breathing Sixth Form—Roku no kata: Black Wind Mountain Mist. His blade tore through the air, severing the demon’s head in one decisive strike.

Two days later, Sanemi was back home. The disastrous mission had ended, but [Name] had been taken to the Butterfly Mansion. He had heard nothing since. Until the crow arrived. The message carried the news of [Name]’s death.

Sanemi’s eyes lifted to the night sky. The moon was hidden—a night she would have called shy. He still remembered her explanation for why she admired the night so much.

According to her, the night carried its own beauty, a mysterious charm that no bloodthirsty creature could ever tarnish. But even now, Sanemi Shinazugawa still thought it was nonsense. To him, the night remained a time marked only by blood and death. And now, it was more wretched than ever.

Fanfic was also posted here on my profile, but in portuguese!

[demonslayerlaughs]

-🍃

[lothewitch]

First steps of a romance

Fem! Reader

Gyutaro was so used to hearing his sister’s complaints that the mere mention of Nezuko’s name—or any other student she was feuding with—made him automatically tune out.

“Can you believe this?” Daki asked in an indignant tone. “They put that Kamado girl above me on the list of the prettiest girls!”

“Wow, how dare they…”

“Right?! And when I asked why, they said she got extra points for her personality, and I was like… what? I can tell them exactly where they can shove that whole personality thing!”

The rest of Daki’s rant faded into background noise, because just a few meters away, in the hallway, laughing with your friends—you were there. Gyutaro froze, like he’d been caught off guard in a fight with students from another school. Back then, he hadn’t hesitated to make every single one of them run away, but here and now? Oh, he found himself struggling to take even the smallest initiative.

His heart pounded hard, hammering against his chest. When Gyutaro realized he was staring at you, he muttered a curse under his breath and looked away. Well... at least he tried.

Daki kept ranting, but soon she noticed the suspicious silence.

“…Hey.” She frowned, tilting her head, clearly annoyed. “Are you even listening? Brother!”

No answer. Just that dumb, faraway look on his face. Almost dreamy.

That was all it took for Daki to put the pieces together. Her hands flew to her mouth as a surprised gasp escaped.

“No way… I don’t believe it.” A wicked grin spread across her face. “You’re in love.”

Gyutaro nearly choked on his own breath, yanked violently back to reality by her accusation.

“W-what?! Shut up, I’m not!”

But it was already too late. His sister had a firm grip on his arm and was dragging him down the hallway without mercy. like a cult member hauling a sacrifice to the altar.

“If you’re not, you will be. Come on!”

He protested, stumbling behind her. But when had Daki gotten so strong that he couldn’t even shake off the grip of her perfectly manicured hand and salon-styled hair?

When they reached the group, she put on her biggest theatrical smile, her voice dripping with false sweetness.

“[Name], you don’t have any plans for today, right? And you don’t either, right, brother? Oh, perfect…” The dramatic pause was cruel, perfectly timed. “Because I do! So have fun together.”

And before Gyutaro could even defend himself, Daki was already walking away—leaving him red to the tips of his ears, standing there in front of you.

Also posted on Ao3 and Spiritfanfics!

[lothewitch]

School life: Akaza/Hakuji x Reader

° Night had already fallen, and the clubs were wrapping up their activities for the day. There was Hakuji, standing in front of the school gate, waiting for you. His bag hung lazily from just one shoulder.

The sound of hurried footsteps caught his attention, and he quickly straightened his posture to greet you with more elegance. But his eyes widened, and worry filled his chest the moment he noticed your arm was bandaged.

When you realized the intensity of his stare, you let out an embarrassed laugh before explaining what had happened. You had gotten hurt during your club activities. Your teacher had asked for help with the equipment, and in an attempt to avoid making multiple trips, you tried carrying more weight than you could handle. Losing your balance, you took a nasty fall—karma’s little reward.

Hakuji sighed, not seeming surprised by your story. You half-expected him to scold you too, but instead, he extended his hand toward you.

“Now that it’s happened, there’s no point in straining yourself! Let me carry your bag.”

Feeling your cheeks warm, you handed him your backpack, and the two of you began the walk home.

It wasn’t something he had to do—you both knew that. But this was his way of showing he cared. And really, who would have the courage to deny him that?

° This must have been the fifth time you rummaged through your backpack. Every pocket had been revisited, and even old notes exchanged with your friends last year resurfaced, but there was still no sign of your lunch.

You remembered clearly preparing everything the night before and leaving it in the fridge, along with the fateful words that sealed your destiny: “I’ll remember to grab it.” Oh, how you wished you could have a “serious talk” with your past self.

Finally accepting defeat, you slumped over your desk as the growl of your stomach echoed through your body.

“Hey!”

The familiar voice of Hakuji caught your attention. Just as you sat up in your chair to look at him, something tapped lightly against your forehead.

Any complaint died in your throat as soon as he placed a kare pan in front of you. Your stomach growled again, this time as if celebrating the gift.

“You have no idea how much you saved me! Thanks!”

You said this without wasting a second, tearing open the wrapper and taking a huge bite. Hakuji simply sat in the chair next to you, his face faintly flushed as he reminded you to be more responsible next time.

° The week had only just begun, and it was no surprise that laziness clung to the students as the day dragged on.

But today was different for you! In your hands was a small Badtz-Maru keychain. The moment you saw it during your last trip to the mall, there was absolutely no way you could leave it behind—it had to be for Hakuji.

You found him in the hallway, talking with other members of the Soryu club.

You waited for the group to disperse before approaching.

“Hakuji! I… got this for you.”

You clipped the Badtz-Maru keychain onto his backpack. At first, he blinked in confusion, but when he realized what it was, his face flushed red all the way to his ears.

Your nervous smile was all the answer he needed, as his eyes lingered on the keychain like it was the most precious treasure in the world.

[lothewitch]

The sadness of a blue sky

Spoilers ahead!!

The blue sky was beautiful, with only a few clouds scattered here and there as a gentle breeze made the leaves of the garden trees sway in a soft rhythm.

Peace! That was the feeling reigning all over Japan. With the news of Muzan Kibutsuji’s death spreading as quickly as fire meeting dry grass, the Kanroji family could hardly wait to welcome back their eldest daughter, Mitsuri.

The preparations to receive their brave warrior were carried out with care and affection. However, they were interrupted by a soft knock at the door of the residence. Kaito, one of the youngest sons, hurried to answer it.

The little boy smiled from ear to ear, thinking it was his sister, but any trace of that warm feeling was replaced by confusion when he came face-to-face with two Kakushi. One of them was carrying something wrapped in a white cloth.

— “Kaito. Why are you taking so long…” — the matriarch’s voice got stuck between her mouth and her throat. The silence that fell upon the house was deafening and painful.

With hesitant steps, the woman walked to the door, no longer registering the words of the people before her. The white cloth being handed to her protected a delicate sword — Mitsuri Kanroji’s sword.

Her tears did not come immediately, as if her mind were fighting against the news. It was as though her thoughts were locked, unable to process what her eyes were seeing. The white cloth, the sword… None of it made sense. Reality seemed distorted, as if time itself had slowed down, dragging on in suffocating confusion.

It was such a beautiful day, with the blue sky Mitsuri loved so dearly. She would still come home to enjoy it. She would come…

Her girl. Her beautiful girl would not return to celebrate the victory of the war. While the blue sky continued to shine indifferently, the grief it now sheltered would never be forgotten.

They would no longer embrace her, nor see that contagious smile again, nor hear Mitsuri Kanroji’s sweet voice.

They would never see her again, while her family remained forever incomplete.

Hello! I admit this story made me a little nervous before posting! Still, I hope you enjoyed reading it ❤️ The story is also posted on Ao3 and Spirit Fanfics!