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n/a: just a little Drabble that came to mind, please bare with me I have never posted of demon slayer before đ
Hope you enjoy this and find it entertaining (?) also this is GN!
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All the hashiraâs were requested to attend the usual meeting by master Kagaya Ubuyashiki, apparently a kid Tanjiro Kamado had been traveling with his demon sister Nezuko for some time now.
As the Hashira of the senses, with your fastness and ability to predetermĂnate your opponent steps, you were requested to be there, but being a hashira was never on your plans.
Your bad feeling that something would be wrong the night that your family died would never leave you. If only you had to said something about what you sensed that day, they would be alive today.
You saw all the fellow Hashira members and nood at them. You where happy to see them but this meeting had you an special sense about it, you just couldnât figure out what it was.
After the presentation of Sanemi trying to provoke Nezuko, something in you changed, almost like a stroke directly to your heart, hope mixed with mourning.
With that feeling in you, the meeting for only Hashira begun.
âHas this kid made a difference in the trails of our destiny yet?â There was the question that often haunted you, and the question you were disappointed not being able to respond to your master.
âNoâ you said with discomfort, you where the only one who could receive fragments from the future, and yet you had nothing more than noises that sounded like whispers.
âHmmm I have a feeling that this might changeâŚâ
âForgive me masterâ you fell into the ground with disappointment in yourself, the other hashira where surprised, you had never behaved like this before.
âThis is so sad, they do not have the strength to tell us the truthâ Gyomei said crying.
âShe is strong enough, but she does not want us to know!â Shinobu proclaimed.
âWe are hashira, we can handle a simple truth, but please let it be flashy!â Tengen stated with his arms crossed and his cooky smile.
âStop commenting in a conversation that isnât yours! Let the master speak!â Sanemi added angry that the master was interrupted.
âThe clouds are moving faster nowâ Muichiro said out loud, as usual in his own word.
âSpeak freely, pleaseâ the master said to you with his usual calmness.
You were not able to see so far into the future, most of times you were only able to see little fragments of the future, although these sometimes could be confused with fragments of someoneâs past or even their ancestors.
Then the screams of all the hashira hit you like a train, making yourself start trembling noticeably.
âAre you okay?â Rengoku asked with his usual happy smile but a little worry in his eyes, he was a good friend and a great hashira.
Hearing KyĹjurĹâs voice only added a small fragment of him smiling with a closed eye and blood all over his face, you could see the reflection of the kid, Tanjiro Kamado in Rengokuâs open eye.
You looked directly to the master, with a trembling voice stating âA difference will be made, we might be the ones to win, but to win some will have to l-looseâ your body could only feel the pain and guilt of hearing your fellow hashira in pain.
âHmm, I seeâ the master said with their usual calmness.
âIâm sorry master, I donât have much, just voice-â you stopped talking once the master lifter their hand so you stop speaking more.
âI understand, you are not a response for our future dear, please do not provide us any information if this could interfere with our destiny to kill Muzan Kibutsujiâ
I was sad bc my bf was a thought working schedule and I have been missing him, then this man said âmy heart only says your nameâ. He has not seen queen charlotte but I have, I died.
can we talk about that scene where layla kills that zombie thing (i canât remember what itâs called) and she is laying on the ground afterwards and screams? because HOLY SHIT. not only is may calamawyâs acting fucking incredible in this whole episode, but itâs also one of the first times we see someone not be okay after something horribly traumatic like that??
like usually the hero or whoever will just continue along and ignore their feelings on the matter, but she doesnât. we get to see her feel what happened to her and i just think it was incredible.
also the fact that she didnât play it pretty. like, she was in agony and she played it as such. her grief throughout the episode is so well portrayed, itâs amazing. i am in love with her.
if u dont acknowledge the fanfics u read, the writer wonât think anyone is actually taking the time to read their stuff, which makes our effort feel wasted and our passions feel worthless
Itâs so difficult to keep writing about something you love only for it to get such little engagements. Sometimes we wanna give up.
So please, whatever kind of feedback you have on an authorâs workâeven if itâs constructive (âthis couldâve been executed betterâ), or even if itâs âoh, will we get to see more of ____?â, even if itâs random keyboard smashes under a guest/anonymous account.
My entire process of writing fics is just like *writes chunk of dialogue I think would be funny* *writes chunk of dialogue I think would be wholesome* *writes chunk of dialogue that is angsty but somehow romantic* *panics about how I can possibly make a plot outta this*
Soooo I´ve been watching Avatar the last airbender and Legend Of Korra, so i might post some imagines of some characters because im in love with them :3
Sherlock wants to cut things off but the reader thinks he should really think it over. Or, the one where Sherlock isnât one for saying âI love youâ, but he has always offered you a sword. Thanks for reading!
Ahhh I love this one because Sherlock feels so vulnerable (in his own Sherlockian way). Thereâs so much trust and tenderness it just fills my heart. Lovely as always!
Summary: Reader is nervous to tell one of their best friends their sexuality (idk⌠I think thatâs it)
Warnings: none I think, fluff
A/N: hello people out there, havenât written in a time but here we are back. Happy pride month! So as I myself am a bisexual I just thought of how it would be coming out to my favorite characters so here you go! I may do other characters as well but I wonât do a coming out other than bisexual because I understand it can be very different, Iâll try to make it as gender neutral as I can! so I hope thatâs fine with you, enjoy it!
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âYou just have to tell himâ John said looking at you as you walked in circles in the apartment.
âBut what if he thinks Iâm weird or that I have a psychological problem?â
âItâs Sherlock who we are talking about, if anything he is the one who is quite mentalâ You rolled your eyes and let yourself fall into your sofa.
âPlease John, itâs important for meâ you said with a sad smile âdonât you remember how you acted when you knew? You where weird like an old fatherâ
John gasped in disapproval âthat was because I was in shock! I saw you kissing someone! You didnât tell me you liked girls and boys, I just saw youâ he frown âand I wouldâve been in shock anyways regardless of genderâ
You smiled knowing he was right, John Watson even if he was a little old fashioned he was open minded, he lived with Sherlock he had to. It wasnât difficult for you to explain that you were bisexual to John, in some way it was comforting knowing he knew, âwell, I appreciate that you explained to me but you didnât have to, love your life how you want and I hope you find love in it, it really doesnât matter if itâs a woman or a manâ he has said.
But with Sherlock it was different, you didnât know why you where all nervous, it was obvious that he would understand, he had seen multiple cases where there was a queer person or other sexuality than straight where their sexuality wasnât a big shock to the detective. Sherlock Holmes was an intelligent man and you knew, or well, hope that it didnât matter to him, in more than one way you looked up to him, and thatâs why you wanted to tell him yourself so badly, you didnât want his approval, you didnât need it (although it would be nice) because you knew who you where, but just saying it to him was a prove to yourself that thatâs who you are and who youâve always been.
The door opened and the tall, curly haired man looked happy, which meant there was a case, Sherlock looked both to John and you three times, scanning one, and then the other, but he didnât care for more than ten seconds and started walking to his room talking about how Lestrade was a terrible detective and without him the police of London wound be lost.
âSherlock come here!â John shout out of nowhere giving you a look that you understand as a ânow you tell himâ
âWhat terrible manners, Iâm in a middle of a story hereâ Sherlock said entering the room with a book.
âYou were braggingâ John said and you fixed yourself in the sofa, trying to not look as nervous as you where â(Y/N) has to tell you somethingâ Sherlock looked at you obviously holding back of saying his deduction of you.
âIâŚlike people, like girls and boys, well⌠woman and man, if you give me to chooseâŚI canât, I just like bothâ you said feeling your heart in your throat.
âGood for youâ Sherlock said looking incredibly awkward and proceeding to look at his book,John pushed him a little with his elbow.
âBetter than I expectedâ you said giving him a sarcastic look.
âWhat did you expect me to say? I already knew, I know everything!, but I appreciate that you told me even though you donât have toâ
âWhat do you mean by âI already knewâ?â You said in shock.
âEverything I said and you just ask that, well⌠in the very rare occasions we have gone out to spend âa good timeâ you have looked the same way to both men and women, your pupils expand the same way when you look someone you find attractive it doesnât matter their gender⌠oh and I saw you get a number of both male and female on the same week once, and I know it was a female because of how the numbers where written, the man just was the horrible cologneâ he said as if it was nothing but for a second he gave you a tiny smile.
âYou knew and didnât tell me?â
âWhy would I? Youâre still you, itâs not a big dealâ you laugh in disbelief âbut if you had to tell me and where that nervous means that you caredâ Sherlock stood in front of you and made you a sign to stand up too.
âYou cared to tell me, I appreciate that, and just know that your sexuality doesnât change how I view youâ he said in a low voice tone proceeding to give you a hug.
âWow you do have feelingsâ you said when the hug ended and Sherlock was back in his own mind
âFrom time to time, and itâs completely natural!â He shout going to the kitchen.
âI donât do datesâ Ch 5 (Fred Weasley) ~Final~
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4
Pairing: Fred Weasley x Female!reader
Warnings: none, fluff
A/N: Iâm so sorry this took so long, the last week of the semester is horrible. Hope you like this and sorry if itâs short and trashy. Also THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE SUPPORT! â¤ď¸ I didnât think this idea was going to be liked but Iâm so glad youâve enjoyed it!
âItâll be easy, just go and tell himâ George had said to (Y/N) because he knew that his brother still liked and loved her, but his words didn't make her feel confident to approach the redhead, everytime she looked at him on the halls she froze, her fast heartbeat didnât let her move and when she finally took the courage to go and talk, she couldn't even pronounce a single word like if her tongue was stuck on her mouth. In just three days all the excitement and courage she felt after realizing that she wanted to be with Fred transformed into frustration for not beign able to talk to him.
âI canât Iâll just make a fool of myselfâ she said to Angelina who was pushing her to sit by Fredâs side on transfigurations
âYou are already a joke honey beign so nervous for a guy who you almost fuck, now all you have to do is sit by his side and try to not dieâ she gasped and before she could say anything Agelina gave her a final push smiling, taking a deep breath (Y/N) sat by Fredâs side.
Taking her seat, her leg immediately beginning to bounce while she tried to look the other way, taking one more breath she recognized the smell of the person by her side. Fred didn't look bothered by her presence at all, if he had noticed. Looking at him she started to notice that he was half asleep, his head resting on his hand not really caring about anything, and still with those lazy eyes and calm breathing he looked gorgeous.
âFinally you appear, Iâve-â he stopped mumbling when he realized that it wasnât the boy that looked exactly like him who he was talking to, instead it was...her.
The girl who he loved, the one that with one word could destroy him or make him the happiest person in the word. Her leg stopped bouncing when their eyes connected, like if everyone in that classroom had disappeared and it was just them, she definitely missed that, but looking at that beautiful brown eyes, she felt her heart beating fast, not making her feel anxious and this time it wasn't uncomfortable, no it felt right she liked that kind of heartbeat, she felt excited and flame of happiness inside her.
Like if she was a ghost he looked away looking almost scared.
âHiâ she said this time feeling nervous, but he didn't look at her, instead he opened the book in front of him pretending to read.âI want to talk to youâ she said again hoping that he wouldnât ignore her.
âReally? I thought I was a horrible personâ he said, narrowing his eyes, not looking at her.
âI never-â
âYes you didâ he said this time looking at her â âyouâre so cruelâ you said itâ his words where harsh and it was obvious he was hurt.
She froze, she had forgotten about that.
âWell I said you were cruel I never said that you were a horrible person thatâs way differentâ she argued back completely forgetting what her original purpose on talking to him was and the nervous feeling fading.
â âCause that makes it betterâ he said before standing up, grabbing his things and getting out of the classroom.
âIâm so good at thisâ she mumbled to herself.
At least she knew why Fred didnât talk to her, even if the reason was a good one she didnât know what to do for him to forgive her. And as stubborn as she was she knew that she had to say sorry, the problem was that Fred was also very very stubborn. As much as she wanted to get closer to him out of a classroom Fred seemed to be good at hiding from her and he beign much taller than her helped him to move fast trough the halls.
âYouâre really changing me?â Cedric smiled looking at (Y/N) who wasnât as happy as the Hufflepuff.
âWhat are you talking about?â She said when her friend took a seat in front of her in the library.
âWell there are rumors that you have feelings for a Weasley? Is it true?â She nodded and he gasped dramatically âYou changed me for a redhead!â
âIâll never change you Cedâ she smiled at him looking up from her book.
âI asked you out years ago and know you decide to have feelings for himâ Cedric rolled his eyes playfully and placing his hand on his chest dramatically making the girl laugh.
âSorry mate, I didnât decide to like himâ her smiled dropped thinking about Fred and how painfully he avoided her âbut it doesnât matter because he hates meâ
âHe doesnât hate youâ the Hufflepuff said punching her slightly on the shoulder.
âHe does, and heâs got a point to hate meâ
âListed to yourself woman, when on Merlinâs sake have you pity yourself? Youâre in Gryffindor! Take some courage and go for your manâ Cedric was honest in his words, and he wanted to see her happy with someone she cared for.
âDonât bring up my house Cedric, just because youâre a championâ he chucked and his cheeks turned red.
âWeâll just by beign you then, you donât pity yourself over a guyâ he smiled âthat isnât me at leastâ he smirked.
âHe hates meâ she said stubbornly looking back at her book.
âHe doesnâtâ he shrugged.
âWhy are you so sure about that?â She said inpatienly.
âBecause no Weasley comes to the library for fun and I can see him from here killing me with his eyes just for beign with youâ
Turning to see behind her, she saw two redheads sitting way back, one sleeping on a open book and other looking at her directly. Just like Cedric had said no Weasley went to the library for fun and it was obvious that George was the redhead sleeping. Fredâs eyes were glued to her and when their eyes connected he panicked looking to his book quickly.
âHe doesnât hate you, if he did he wouldnât care about you and if heâs mad itâll pass with timeâ
âThree months hadnât been enough?â She asked knowing apparently it hadnât.
âYou just donât give upâ he sent her a kind smile âI didnât get rejected for you to give up easily right?â She chuckled and nodded.
With Cedricâs encouraging words she went back to her first taught, she had to win him over, so she began to do the best things she could think of, first getting back the group together. At breakfast she sat with George, Lee, Angekina, Katie and Fred, the rest of the group was happy that they were together again knowing that (Y/N) was trying to get Fred back. She would throw some really bad jokes so that he could hear and laugh, but all he did was tense his jaw in a attempt not to smile or laugh by how bad it was, she helped the twins spreading the word about their product when George told her that the were going to start promoting them so that they could sell more. She had also gotten detention from Professor Snape after blowing up her cauldron âon accidentâ finally making the redhead break and laugh as high as he could, with that it just had took her one week Fred so that didn't look away from her anymore.
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âJust talk to her pleaseâ George said throwing himself to his bed.
âNot yetâ Fred replied doing the same thing.
â(Y/N) is going crazy trying to get your attention and sheâs making ME crazy, have some mercy for your dear brother and stop beign a gitâ George sat on the corner of his bed looking how his twin smiled.
Fred looked peaceful and happy, ever since (Y/N) started trying to get closer to him his mood was different. Three months beign a little off while he ignored her where difficult. And while at first he was ignoring her for the words she had told him that night after the first tournament party ... the fact was that he hadnât thought of her words in a month.
âYouâre so cruelâ
Her words had hurt him, but she was right, she was clear from the beginning and he didnât respected her boundaries, because he enjoyed beign around her and the chase and catch game. So that was why he didnât talk to her anymore, finally respecting her desires to be left alone.
âYouâre enjoying it, arenât you?â George spoke again and a smile escaped from his lips âyou like that sheâs trying to get your attentionâ
âMaybeâ Fred mumbled looking at the sealing of the dorm thinking if he should start talking to her again.
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With Christmas being so close and the Yule ball as well, which mean that the whole castle was starting to be covered in snow. The classes passed as normal but beign in the dungeons the cold was rather annoying.
âMorningâ she said, placing her books sitting by Fredâs side on potions hopping to hear him say something.
He looked at her and then back to his book. She felt relieved that he didn't go away, for the first time. Usually he would change seats with George or Angelina . And the second part of her plan began, he looked at her now and she just needed him to hear her.
As much as she wanted to tell him something she couldnât, Professor Snape making more comments about how bad she was in the subject than usual while her making sure she wouldnât make another explosion, some students giggled by Snapeâs comments. Frustrated by the pressure she felt over the class, the professor himself and other students she tried making her potion as fast as she could, making it worse if she stirred her cauldron a little more the potion would overflow, until someone dropped an herb on her cauldron, the potion immediately losing foam. Looking up she found him, Fredâs eyes looking directly at her, and while she looked amoused he was rather happy.
âThe things I doâ he mumbled winking at her before dropping a liquid on his cauldron.
A purple fog emerged from the cauldron, spreading out quickly in all the classroom, all the students panicking afraid the purple fog could have a second effect. Everyone started running to the door not caring if Professor Snape said something. (Y/N) felt someone taking her hand and dragging her out of the classroom. Out of the dungeons they were still running and coughing until they were at the gardens of Hogwarts, letting themselves fall sitting on the grass.
âWhy?â She asked trying to catch a breath.
âSnape is an idiotâ he said laughing proud of how the purple fog turned out. âAnd I couldnât hear him say anything about you anymoreâ he whispered but she heard him.
After a while Fred stopped laughing and (Y/N) couldnât help herself to smile looking at him, she had missed him so much, his laugh, hearing him insult Snape and she had missed that naturally peaceful feeling he gave her.
âFred I-â
âIâm sorryâ he said interrupting her.
âNo, Iâm sorry I-â he cut her off.
âI was the one that pushed you into wanting you to fall for me, you were always honest with me, you didnât want to date and I still pushed you. Iâm sorry that I hurt you and made you cry. Iâm sorryâ In Fredâs eyes you could see the regret and the honesty of his words.
âBut I hurt you too and I never meant to say that youâre horrible or cruel, youâre really not, youâre caring, you care so much for me, for your siblings and friends and you never pushed me to do anything I donât want toâ she sent him a soft smile which he returned and both stared at the small portions of grass that wasnât covered with snow.
A silence was formed and they felt that they had to say something else. Two hearts that wanted to explote for one another, crying their feelings out but not having a voice strong enough to be spoked with words. So looking at the grass was the only thing they could do, not knowing where to start.
âSo weâre good?â He asked finally his eyes not leaving the grass.
She looked at him, his eyes were stick in the ground and still she knew that he had more to say, and so did she.
âNoâ she said and he looked at her with concern and sadness. His gaze made her look away at the position he was before.
âFred Weasley we canât be goodâ she sighed âNot when every time I look at you my heart ache because you donât look at me, because you donât say anything when Iâm around. Not when I canât talk to you without feeling my heartbeat on my throat and your precense makes me turn into a statue and your touch makes me lighter than a cloud. Because the fact is I canât be good without you.â
She finally looked at him, scared that she had scared him by her words. Fredâs eyes where glued to her and those brown beautiful eyes where brighter, covered by a small layer of tears that tried to scape. (Y/N) didnât know what to do or say because in that moment she didnât feel like if she was in her own body waiting for his words, beign the most vulnerable she had ever been.
âI love youâ Fred said smiling getting close to her.
Like if her would came back to her body she felt relief, not only by his words but by his smile.
âStill? After all-â before she could finish her question she stopped when Fredâs hand reached her face and his touch just made her feel safe.
âI love youâ he repeated âI still do, and willâ
âCan I kiss you?â She asked teaching her hand to his head and playing with his hair making him giggle.
âI think weâre past asking but of course you canâ he smiled pulling her into a kiss.
The kiss, different from other they had shared, the kiss wasnât desperate or fast, it was soft, slow, enjoying the warm their touch gave to each other, they felt love.
âWell this was fun, see you later in a white dressâ Fred said pulling away from her making her frown.
âWhat?â
âSince you donât do dates I guess we should just jumĂł to the weddingâ he said and she laughed pulling him again to a kiss.
âI can do an exceptionâ she mumbled over his lips âI only do dates, for youâ
Fred smiled and pulled them both to the ground, kissing and laughing while the snow started to fall from the sky.
