#fluffy kinda

[xxlady-lunaxx]

I... still care | {No ship!}

Theme: Angst+Fluff

Note: THIS ISN'T A SHIP HELP JUST READ THE REQ SCREENSHOT FOR THE INFO.

Ngl I forgot i allowed requests for such as ones with no ships since I've not done things like this in a while LMAO

Sanemi stopped at the voice of a boy who was definitely not his brother. He turned. "The hell do you want from me?"

Genya was there. He looked as if he'd just been fighting to death and Sanemi paused, wondering if he should help. Maybe... not.

"Sanemi... Can I talk to you?" Genya asked meekly under the Hashira's stern gaze.

"Fuck no, go away," Sanemi growled.

"But-"

"You look like you were fighting an Uppermoon but I'm going to guess they couldn't even be close to an amateur demon. Are you a fucking idiot?" he spat, stalking closer to Genya.

"San-"

"Quit the fucking demon slayer corps or I'll kill you," he hissed.

"No! Why?!" Genya said, stepping back.

Sanemi stepped forward. "Why not?"

"I want to be close to you, Aniki..." Genya mumbled. "I can't quit."

"You fucking will or I'll make you!" 

"...No!" 

Sanemi clenched his teeth together, annoyed. "I'll beat you until you can't move, then you'll have to quit!!" he threatened, his eyes narrowed.

"I'll heal!" Genya persisted.

"Fucking hell, why don't you stop?!" Sanemi shouted.

"I already told you!! Why do you want me to stop?!" he asked. A rush of dizzyness hit him and he wobbled a bit as Sanemi stalked towards him.

"You literally look like you're about to fall of your own feet, don't contradict me when you know you have no fucking place in the Corps!" Sanemi retorted, grabbing Genya's arm to keep him from tipping over. "You're a fucking mess so go crawl your way to Kocho's or be left to die here. It's not that hard."

He let go, letting his (totally not) brother drop to the ground in a heap.

Genya groaned, rubbing his head. "Sane-"

"Go."

Sanemi turned and walked a few paces forward, then glanced back and noticed Genya had gone unconscious. He muttered a swear and sighed, backtracking and picking up his brother carelessly, holding him by his arms. 

"I swear, you'll be the death of me sometime," he sighed. He half picked-up, half dragged Genya to his estate, not bothering to swerve around any rocks that Genya's body my bump into as he walked.

Once inside, he dropped Genya to the floor and went to find some bandages, quickly finding some medicine along with it. He filled up a cup with water and wet a towel, then made his way back to his (not) brother who was sat up now, looking dazed and confused.

"Don't ask," Sanemi ordered. He pushed the cup of water to Genya's lips and made him drink it in small sips. 

He dabbed the towel at the blood caking Genya's body, wiping it away. Most of the wounds looked like they would heal in a couple days time, save for one across his stomach that would need a bit more tending. 

Sanemi wrapped the bandages around Genya's torse and arm where the wounds were more dire—although none were deadly, unless infected or untended. 

He dropped one of the pain killers he'd acquired into the remaining water in the cup and again helped Genya drink it with a gentleness he rarely had anymore.

He stood, then, taking the bandages he hadn't used and the bloodied towel with him. 

Once he'd discarded them, he went back to his room and arranged another futon with some blankets and an extra pillow. He helped Genya stand, mostly dragging him to the bed and letting him get comfortable.

Once he was sure Genya was asleep, Sanemi went out to the back of his house, grabbing a wooden katana to train with.

He brought it up over his head, swinging it in what would appear a wild motion to anyone but a demon slayer, drawing in air as he cut down. He continued this for a long time.

He didn't know for how long he was out there, pushing himself to continue, ignoring the burn in his muscles as time drew on and his motions became both smoother and stiffer, showing him his limits, making him want to try harder. To do better.

After some time, he heard a clatter behind him. Clumsy footsteps. He hadn't noticed before; his mind had been preoccupied and he cursed himself for getting distracted.

He turned and saw Genya, struggling to get out of the pile of broken wooden katana's Sanemi had long discarded.

"The fuck are you doing?" Sanemi asked, sighing.

Genya looked up, quickly brushing off the pieces of wood that had stuck to his clothes. "H...Hi, Ani... Sanemi," he mumbled, looking guilty for having been caught—though anyone would've heard him from all the sound he'd made.

"Are you better now?"

Genya nodded. "Thank-"

"Then go. If you're healed then you can go." Sanemi raised an eyebrow (stfu) in a way that seemed to be evaluating whether Genya would contradict him or not.

"Uhm... Nevermind, my arm suddenly started hurting a lot," Genya said quickly, clutching his arm in mock pain. 

Sanemi rolled his eyes. "Go back inside and don't bother me. There's some food somewhere if you're hungry but don't take all of it and don't mess anything up," he said, turning back to his training.

"Okay!" Genya said obediently, scampering back inside happily.

Sighing, Sanemi went back to his training, lost again in the movement of the wood slicing through the air.

Around mid afternoon, Sanemi headed back inside, using a towel to mop up his sweat.

He ran his hand through his hair, throwing the fake katana aside and walking in, the cool air of the house hitting him.

He breathed out, relaxing for half a second before he remembered Genya was here.

He walked around, in search of his brother, and found him laying down in the middle of a ranom hall, staring up at the cealing.

"The fuck are you doing?" Sanemi asked incredulously. 

Genya jolted him, not having heard him, and stumbled for a response. "Uhm, just thinking," he said quickly.

"About?"

"I remembered... Uhm. When we were younger, after Father died, when anyone of us got hurt you would take care of us like you did for me today. You used to make us some soup and sit next to us all day or night until you were sure we weren't in pain, even when Mother told you to rest," Genya said, averting his eyes.

Sanemi paused. He remembered that too. It had been so long ago, but his old habits had probably slipped in slightly. He felt an odd sense of guilt stab him in the chest at the sight of Genya, seeming nervous around him. 

Before, Genya had trusted Sanemi. Most of anyone, maybe. 

But that was gone.

It was probably Sanemi's fault, though he would think of it as faulted by Genya, finding that he should've been more careful about his words that one day.

But Sanemi was really the one to blame. He'd pushed aside Genya for years by a grudge that was completely reasonable yet shouldn't have been held on for so long, especially since what Genya had said was completely justified. 

And yet, he felt he was still protecting Genya by ignoring him.

Sometimes.

Apparently not, if Genya was coming to him all injured then fainting on the spot.

Sanemi sighed and turned around. "Fuck, I still care for you. But you're healed now, you can leave."

He didn't wait for a response, only continued down the hall to his room.

He could've sworn it was his imagination, but as he closed the door to his room, he heard Genya walking away, his steps seemingly lighter now. More content.

{Word count: 1276}

Fuck you Sanemi for being difficult to write 3:<< 

anyways it's so nice outside today and my mom is telling me to stop going online so maybe i might go outside for the first time in like a week 😇

i mean it'll calm me

also it made this easier to finish writing

i love them sm bro :'>

[reineydraws]

i regularly think about mishanks immediately post luffy becoming pirate king and this is one of the fluffier ideas haha

also kind of the spiritual successor to my very first mishanks post :'))

[koipepo]

That omake of little Kabru not being able to show off his howetown sweets because of Misril gets to me a lot so...

Here's a happier Kabru (and Lairu)

[fl00mie]

idk what kind of ink is this but i liked it

[will41n]

guys are you ready *gives your effo long hair i mean. it kinda fits him!

[planefood]

warriored cats

[serafphim]

[industrations]

What hairstyle do you think femme Remus would have?

Like this hehe

[flatwoods-mothman]

I like my Sayosuki to be fluffy and comforting and my Yurika to be deranged and toxic

[celestialwrites]

first kiss dialogue prompts *ੈ✩‧₊˚

@celestialwrites for more!

♡ “do that again.”

♡ “see! i knew you didn’t hate me.”

♡ “what was that?” “a kiss..?” “i know that, knucklehead!”

♡ “worth the wait.”

♡ “i still hate you by the way.” “sure you do.”

♡ “did you just kiss me to shut me up?” “no?”

♡ “wow. just wow.”

♡ “just because you’re beautiful and a good kisser does not mean i forgive you.” “you think i’m beautiful?”

♡ “i was expecting a written apology but this is much better.”

♡ “stop saying corny stuff or i’m going to kiss you again.”

♡ “that was earth shattering.”

♡ character A places a kiss on B’s cheek, “you missed.”

REBLOG TO SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL WRITERS<3

[somewhereincairparavel]

a little thought to ruin your day: After Piper broke up with Jason, he had to deal with his heartache all by himself, isolated in a mortal boarding school with nobody to comfort him. No family. No friends.

[sexy-sapphic-sorcerer]

"I'm just scared that your heart will stop in your sleep." "Come here." "Can you feel me breathing?" "Yes." "So you know that I'm still with you."

[mspxtts]

@willthxtbeall

she's standing in front of her walk-in closet when tony turns up in the morning, a row of gowns and dresses arranged by colour along with a small mountain of boxes from designers stacked to her left. the annual fireman's ball is in two weeks, and pepper potts is searching for the perfect dress.

"hey, did you pick up that order from botega?" she asks him without even turning around to look. true to form, she'd ordered six pairs of shoes to pair with her six gown options.

[mushramoo]

bee and wasp friends

[fl00mie]

sorry for inactivity😔 have this thing i did a few days ago for the funsies (based on a tweet)

[will41n]

was drawing fluffy etho again and thought that he might be staightening his hair so it's easier to braid/put in a ponytail and hermits usually see him with his hair staightened but a couple have seen him like a fluffy cloud right after he dries his hair after a shower.