ଘ˙˚ʚ since year's your dear husband has always showered you with gifts that purse you looked at the mall for three seconds? Check your closet. Dresses? Scandals? Fancy dinner? Trips? You name it and it's yours, satoru loves to make you feel special, especially on Valentine's day, and just like any other year he wants to make this valentine special for his wifey. ଘ˙˚ɞ
✧°٩๑ cws ; fluff : lotss of fluff : valentine special : married couple : satoru is down bad : gift giving : playful banter couple
Ps: this is my first time writing a drabble kinda nervous haha. English isn't my first language forgive me for any grammatical mistakes.
Satoru gojo was good at everything he did but the thing is loved the most was spoiling you rotten. I mean could you blame him? He just love you so much.
So, of course he had to go...all out on valentines Day for you duh. He also had planned everything for you! Threatening the higher ups to let him have day off, buying out expensive gifts, preparing breaking for you.
Now he just had to wait for you to wake up. And act normal, of course he is normal all the time (he isn't) and of course he isn't nervous! Well....maybe a little.
When you finally opened your eye's from your peaceful slumber, and to your surprise? Not finding satoru clinging to you....that's odd, he is usually all over you in the morning--
Oh.
A huge bouquet of flowers, beautiful, fresh and your favorite, in front of you, you picked then up smiling softly while checking them out.
Seems like he went all out again.
"Happy valentines day to most beautiful and amazing wife in the entire world" A pair of strong, muscular arms wrapped around your waist as satoru pressed a soft kiss on your nape.
"Happy valentines day to you to toru, you didn't need to buy such a huge bouquet though" You smiled as your turned around to face him, a boyish grin spreads across satoru's face.
"Only the best for my wifey, and this is just one of the suprise's I have planned out for you, prepare yourself to be spoiled for the entire day and night if you know what I mean, sweetheart"
You giggled as he showers your face with kisses, he has always been clingy and affectionate and what made you love him more and more everyday.
Well comfort you if your sad and maybe also still gives you gifts
Would respect if you dont wanna go to they're parties if your an introvert or busy or just dont rlly like crowded people
If your sick they well try they're best to take good care of you
If you 2 were on a date, poob would be super happy that they would always yap maybe or just have fun with you your a listener and theyre a yapper maybe lol
Cuddles you rlly tightly and close so yeah they would be the little spoon
Im sorry if thes is so short thes was rushed + idk man
The sun would be rising in an hour. Obanai had been up since it had set, having clambered onto the roof and sat there, bundled up in a hoodie. He’d watched the sky turn from a flickering orange to a deep blue to a pitch near-to black, occasional glimmers of white where the stars were sprinkled about. For the whole time, Obanai had barely moved, resting his chin on his knees and hugging his arms around his legs. He had sat in the mild silence, listening to the scurrying of the nocturnal animals, but now there was sound behind him and he started to turn until he heard a familiar voice, soft but clear in the quiet.
“Jesus, Obanai,” Giyuu muttered, struggling to get onto the roof from the ladder that Obanai had propped up against the roof window. “It’s like 5am, have you been up all night?”
Obanai hummed, amused. “What do you think?”
Giyuu joined him, settling beside him and nudging Obanai gently with his shoulder. “Why do you do this to yourself?”
“I like the night. I can nap during the day,” Obanai said dismissively, shrugging.
“You have a horrible sleeping schedule,” Giyuu said, letting out a breath. “One of these days, I’m gonna tattle on you to Shinazugawa.”
Obanai rolled his eyes. “Anyway, move your legs, it’s cold and I wanna sit on your lap,” he ordered, shifting to a crouch and staring at Giyuu.
“So demanding,” Giyuu laughed, though he complied to the commands, moving so that Obanai could sit facing towards him. Obanai’s legs wrapped around his back and Giyuu held him closer, encasing him in a hug. “Comfy?”
Obanai nodded, resting his head against Giyuu’s chest. “Why’d you wake?” he asked, words muffled.
“Not really sure. Only that when I was half asleep, I realized you weren’t next to me and I went looking for you,” Giyuu said gently, resting his head on Obanai’s and closing his eyes.
“Yeah? How long did it take you to find me?” Obanai asked.
“Two minutes. Mostly because I couldn’t see.” Giyuu shifted, kissing Obanai’s forehead. “Did you sleep at all tonight?”
“No. There might’ve been a lapse where I fell asleep for a beat, but I doubt it,” Obanai said, leaning back. He tapped his lips. “Kiss.”
Giyuu smiled, cupping his face before kissing him gently, taking his time. He pulled away a minute later, pressing his lips to Obanai’s cheek and nose in turn before enveloping him in a hug again. “I love you, did you know that?” he murmured into Obanai’s hair, a content sigh stirring in his words.
“Love you more,” Obanai said lightly, burrowing into the embrace.
After a moment of comfortable silence, Giyuu said, “I think the sun’s going to rise soon. The sky is less dark than it was when I first came here.”
Obanai gave a small nod, apparently too tired to respond anymore. Giyuu suppressed a smile, saying, “Tired?”
“No,” Obanai mumbled, though he didn’t move, resting his head against Giyuu. “‘m not. I’ve done this a lot.”
Giyuu sighed. “Of course. If you’re tired, we can just go back inside, though,” he reminded him.
“‘s too stuffy in there. I wanna stay out,” Obanai said, tilting his head up to peek through his bangs, catching Giyuu’s eye. “I’m not tired,” he insisted.
“Whatever you say,” Giyuu hummed, though he clearly didn’t believe him.
They sat there for a long time without speaking, Giyuu gazing at the sky, watching as the occasional bird flit by until he realized Obanai’s breathing had steadied into sleep. He shifted, moving to be able to glance down at his boyfriend, a smile softening his lips as he saw Obanai’s closed eyes, his features relaxed. Giyuu brushed some hair from his face, pressing another kiss to Obanai’s forehead as the sun began to rise, the colors painting the sky like the subtle pink on their cheeks brushed by the gentle chill of dawn.
“‘night, Obanai,” Giyuu murmured. “I love you so much.”
In the distance, a bird began to chirp in the morning air.
Okay, so due to getting feedback voting as yes, I'll be making a daily catboy oswald cobblepot blog! sorry, but as of now, it's only Gotham Oswald. (though, that may change in the future)
Note: Kokuzan are dating in secret! (Only naki knows btw) - Idea by le amazing @GiyuuTomioka9374 (on wattpad honestly unsure if she has tumblr :>)
"Okay, remember. Keep. It. A. Secret," Muzan ordered, his hands on Kokushibo's shoulders as he looked into his boyfriend's eyes—or at least the two in the middle.
"Yes, I know, we've been through this 1000+ times, Master," Kokushibo sighed.
"Yes but I need to make sure you-" Muzan started. But then the demons started arriving and he quickly stationed himself above the platform Kokushibo stood on. He gave the demon a warning glare and then cleared his throat. "All of you are lacking in your missions," he said, raising an accusing eyebrow.
The demons all lowered themself in a bow, silent. Kokushibo did the same and waited for Muzan to continue. "I must assign all of you to more missions because clearly you assume that you'll have enough time to finish all of them now."
Nobody spoke, all waiting for him to elaborate.
"Very well," Muzan said. "Kaigaku, as you are new to our ranks you must learn most. I will have you take care of two villages per day."
Kaigaku nodded, his throat tight with fear. Kokushibo had been terrifying to encounter as a human but as a demon, when Muzan had even more control over him..
"Nakime, you must continue searching for the demon slayers faster," the demon lord ordered, turning to the biwa woman.
"Yes, Master," she said, her hair splayed out as she mapped out the locations of those in the corps.
"Douma, stop paying such attention to your cult members and eat them for strength in the times to come. Akaza, you must locate the Hashira as Nakime is doing with the demon slayers. Find them and kill them now." Muzan paused, wondering what to make Kokushibo do.
"And you," he said, turning to his secret boyfriend. "You have been doing well, it doesn't matter. Just continue as you're doing."
Kokushibo nodded, not having expected this though. Muzan clapped his hands and Nakime plucked the strings of her instrument, taking the demons to their locations one by one. And then it was just Kokushibo and Kaigaku. Muzan, not having noticed Kaigaku, turned to Kokushibo and started to speak. "Alright, let's go now, Kok-" he paused, noticing the last demon. "Nakime!! Take him to the first village! Now!"
Nakime did as she was told, but not before Kaigaku looked suspiciously at his superiors.
Kokushibo sighed, although a bit amused. "Right."
Both demons went to the office of Muzan's and sat down on the couch, talking quietly. Muzan kissed Kokushibo and said, "I don't think any of them noticed."
"Kaigaku might have," the multi eyed demon said.
"Most likely not."
"Perhaps."
They dropped the subject there and continued on talking.
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As weeks past, Muzan and Kokushibo continued hiding their relationship. Nobody seemed to notice it, yet, except Kaigaku who's eye was starting to pick up things as he focused more. He didn't say anything, though, deciding he didn't want to get in trouble.
Muzan kept calling the uppermoons for meetings checking up on their missions and such to make sure. He seemed to be planning some big attack on the demon slayer or something because he was suddenly focused on their training. But this also gave him away more as he favored Kokushibo over the rest of them and constantly tried complimenting him in a way that he appeared to find subtle.
But subtle was probably a description of what he was not.
Muzan would say things such as, "All of you are so weak. Take over Kokushibo's examples, he's a lot stronger than most of you and he barely trains!" or "Kokushibo exceeds every single one of you. I'm beginning to think I should kick all but him out of the upper ranks." And so on.
Most of them were used to this but Kaigaku, who was used to being the stronger one, noticed it was more favortism than truth. The demons were all getting a lot stronger but Muzan either didn't notice or just cared more for Kokushibo. And most likely it was the latter.
Kaigaku decided he couldn't take it anymore.
On their next meeting, Muzan gave them their daily rounds of "You are growing so weak" and "Kokushibo is better than you's" before moving on to a plan of defeating the Hashira and Ubuyashiki in a week's time. Kaigaku studied his lord and the Uppermoon who'd turned him into a demon closely. He found their eyes constantly meeting and Muzan's gaze lingering on Kokushibo throughout the whole discussion that he didn't know how the other demons hadn't found out yet.
At the end of the meeting, as Muzan started to wave them off, Kaigaku turned to Nakime to tell her to stop. Nakime did but Muzan didn't notice, taking Kokushibo's hand into his own. Kaigaku smirked as Muzan tilted himself up to kiss the Uppermoon.
Kaigaku cleared his throat and Muzan's eyes widened, turning to his demons who were staring at him, shocked. "So.. are you two dating?" Kaigaku asked, his arms crossed.
"Wait, no-! That's not it, I was, uh," Muzan stuttered, scrambling for a response.
Douma said, a confused smile playing on his face, "Were you going to kiss him?"
"No!!" Kokushibo and Muzan said at the same time, both of them looking flushed.
"But you two keep staring at each other so much during the meetings," Kaigaku pointed out. "I'm sure you are dating."
Nakime stifled a smile and Muzan, wondering how the fuck he hadn't realized they were still there, shook his head rather violently. "I don't.. I don't do dating. It's.. it's not something demons should interact with."
Kokushibo raised an eyebrow, deciding he didn't care if people knew. "We are dating," he admitted.
The other uppermoons gasped as if they hadn't known—Nakime pretending and Kaigaku out of amusement. Muzan grumbled and turned to Nakime making her teleport him away. Kokushibo sighed. "Right, I'll be on my way."
Kaigaku smirked. "Have fun with your boyfriend!"
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Anything under 1000 words is short imo even if it's 999 ;x; sorry it's short and shitty, I had no ideas but wanted to finish 😭
Sabito laughed, his light-peachy hair ruffling in the wind. Giyuu grinned back, his hand clasped in Sabito's as they ran. They moved through the grass as graceful as the green blades floating in the wind, feeling exhilirated and lighthearted.
Sabito slowed to a stop and Giyuu nearly crashed into him. A laugh escaped the raven's lips and the two smiled at each other.
The soft, lavender eyes of the taller boy flit over Giyuu's face, love written all over. He whispered softly, as if not to distrub the peace of the nature, and said, "Giyuu, can I kiss you?"
Almost undeterred by this question, the addressed boy nodded, tiptoeing slightly and placing his lips onto Sabito's for the first time. Warmth spreading from their faces to the tip of their fingers, unwavering in the light breeze of the air.
Giyuu pulled away, a smile filling his lips and brightening his eyes. He had had his first kiss.
Sabito smiled back, as excited and happy as the other, finding himself in wonder of how beautiful Giyuu looked right now. Was this how it was to love someone? To have love in front of you and be given back, to be with them?
The two gazed at each other with enough love to conquer the world, bringing themselves in a fit of wonderful glee. The sun basked them in warmth that wasn't necessary, for their own hearts beat fast in their chests and their bodies were warm with pleasure and love.
And when the bird flit around them, neither moved for fear they would cut through the atmosphere they'd created in a day so lovely and both looking so rather majestic in the light and the breeze.
Their smiles stayed plastered on their faces so wonderfully and their eyes appeared to sparkle. Giyuu tilted his head slightly and Sabito stepped forward, his hand lifting to his chin.
"Giyuu..." he murmured. "I love you."
"I..." Giyuu's voice faltered, his face flushed, not from the running but from their closeness. "I love you too."
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This was a silly writing, really short but I really wanted to write SabiGiyuu fluff... I even drew it tho idk how to draw sabito-
Note: I have only written these two once it's practically illegal atp (and technically it was AkaYuki not HakuYuki...)
so i must write them more
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It was a mistake. A big one. But what would go wrong? What, when her health was improving so perfectly, when his strength was growing, when...
Then she was better, she was well. She could stand, she could run, she would do whatever she minded. For a moment then, Hakuji wondered. He wondered if, now that he had no use, they would throw him out. Tell him to go find a life for himself, by himself. He was nearing eighteen, after all.
Yet they welcomed him. They allowed him to stay, they encouraged it. They wanted him there.
Wanted. It was a strange word. To be wanted. Nobody had ever wanted Hakuji before. He was troublesome, he stole things and helped with nothing. He inflicted fights, was explosive, nobody had ever wanted that. But Koyuki, Keizo. They... wanted him.
So he stayed. He got engaged with her, with Koyuki. He loved her. He truly did, with all his being. He promised to be at her side always, to hold her hand, to bring her flowers. He would be there for her, he would protect her from anything that would try to hurt her, he would do anything for her.
His father's grave sat in a desolate graveyard. It was the only one in the town, people rarely cared much to bury the dead. They were tossed aside, left out to rot. But Hakuji had dug this one himself, used his own hands and lifted his father slowly into the hole, patting down the dirt. He had carved the rock he had set there painstakingly, had nestled it above his father's head, bringing flowers for him from time to time.
Sometimes he would bring the flowers he'd gotten for Koyuki, once they had wilted slightly. He didn't like putting things to waste, liked using everything until it was no more. So he put the flowers on his father's grave, letting them mix with the dirt, freshening it.
He brought fresh flowers this time. White and red, ceremonial colors of a wedding. He placed the bundle neatly on the grave, sitting down in front of it. He clasped his hands together in a quick prayer before speaking, telling his father of his upcoming marriage. He was ecstatic, feeling like he could finally, truly be content with his life. He felt like he could live, now. And be happy about it.
He rose as the sun set, intending to find more flowers for Koyuki. He found a field, picked the prettiest of the flowers. But even the most beautiful, most precious of the roses lost their petals and wilted eventually. Even angels like Koyuki died.
The flowers were no longer newly picked, but he still gave them to Koyuki. He had spent hours carving out hers and Keizo's grave markers, redoing them if he made even the slightest mistake. It was his fault, after all. It didn't matter how many times it took, this had to be perfect for them. It was the least he could've done.
He wound the flower's stems around each other, creating a crown. He placed it on top of the stone, on top of the grave which held his dear Koyuki's body, nestled in the earth. Tears blurred his vision and he couldn't think. Couldn't fathom what he had done wrong, why the world kept taking from him. If he was destined to be alone.
Rage overtook his grief as suddenly as one could express and he sought to find those who had taken the last two people he could ever care for. He fought blindly, letting the hot, red, boiling anger guide him. Until he stood admist the bodies of those who had wronged Koyuki, those who used jealousy as a justification, those who had killed the two most perfect people in the world. They were selfish people. But then again, so was Hakuji. Despite somehow avoiding the consequences of his own stupidity, he still cursed the world as if he was the one being hurt.
He alone should've been killed. He should've left Koyuki and Keizo alone, should've respected his father's wishes to not steal. All of it was his own fault. All of it.
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well that took a lovely turn (i loved writing this a lot oml)
Note: this is short asf- cuz i wrote it in my notebook and i can't stand writing traditionally
the name is kinda hasty i didn't know what to call it...
Sanemi sat with his head resting sleepily on Obanai's shoulder, his eyes fluttering open every now and then.
It was a sunny day and it was very warm out, making both Hashira drowsy.
For a while they sat in silence, taking gentle and comforting breaths. But then Obanai said, getting a bit restless in all his tiredness, "Sanemi?"
Though neither were on first name basis, for some reasong it didn't feel strange. Of course, it could've been from the fact that both weren't in the most sane state of mind.
Nevertheless, Sanemi hummed in response, his eyes still closed.
"Can I trust you not to question it if I show you?" Obanai asked. (don't take this out of context you fuckers)
This question, again, got no confusion nor resulted it's own question in response. Only a, "Mhm" in following.
Obanai turned then and Sanemi was forced to sit up, as he'd been resting on his companions' shoulder.
Then, quite slowly as if to not break the comfortable silence, Obanai unraveled his bandages revealing the thick, jagged scar running across his jaw.
As promised, Sanemi asked nothing about it. In fact, his reaction was minimal and the only way you could tell he had registered it was from the way his eyes seemed to outline the scar.
Quite suddenly then, nearly breaking the drowsy atmosphere, Sanemi lifted his hand, guiding Obanai's chin towards him.
"Can I kiss you?" the Wind Hashira asked, his lavender eyes focosed purely on the other's heterochromic ones.
When he recieved a nod, he leaned forward, his lips fitting like a well-placed puzzle piece against Obanai's.
Their eyes fluttered closed, nearly in sync, and it appeared as if the warmth had rose to a hotter temperature—though quite the opposite of an uncomfortable one.
They pulled away a couple seconds later, their cheeks tinted peek and their eyes look as alive and clear as ever.
Obanai reached for his bandages subconsciously but Sanemi held his hand down.
"Hm?"
He shook his head, his hair contrasting against Obanai's pitch-black locks as he rested his forehead against the other's.
"Can you keep them off?" he asked, referring to the bandages.
Obanai's eyes met Sanemi's and, upon seeing how intent he looked, he nodded.
"For the time being," he murmured.
"Mm, alright," Sanemi said mindlessly.
They gazed at each other for some time and cicadas could be heard from somewhere around them, chirping in the heat.
"Obanai?" Sanemi said after a long pause.
"Yes?"
Sanemi kissed him again, parting away for a second to say, "You shouldn't keep wearing that mask, Iguro. You still look hot as hell without it."
As he leaned in for another kiss, he noticed Obanai had on a small, almost relieved smile wavering sweetly as he closed the distance between them again.
{Word count: 463}
Y'all i'm such a fast typer I wrote this all in 9 minutes /srs
it's not that fast since it's only like 463 words but... yay! ✨ There will prolly be spelling mistakes bc of that but i can't bother looking thru it rn
