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persondoingstuff · 6 months

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Alright first of all I’m a firm believer that Dally cares about the gang a lot more than he lets on, especially Johnny and Ponyboy.

"Get that sweat shirt off." He threw a towel at me. "Dry off and wait here. At least Johnny's got his jeans jacket. You ought to know better than to run away in just a sweat shirt, and a wet one at that. Don't you ever use your head?" He sounded so much like Darry that I stared at him.

He didn't notice, and left us sitting on the bed.

The fact that Dallas didn’t notice how brotherly he was being just proves that he cares about Pony

… and it was Two-Bit who did that. And Dally knew it. But he just took the sentence without battin’ an eye or even denyin’ it.

Dallas would rather he go to jail then someone in the gang. Dally would rather add to his record (not that he minded that, I think he was rather happy to add to it) then Two-Bit get a record or add to it.

“The president of course, stupid Its from Soda.”

Dally joking with Pony is my favorite thing

“…Kid, you ought to see Darry. He's takin' this mighty hard…”

This quote melts my heart in a way I cannot describe

"You sure can cuss good, Dally."

"Sure can," Dally agreed wholeheartedly, proud of his vocabulary. "But don't you kids get to pickin' up my bad habits.”

He gave me a hard rub on the head. "Kid, I swear it don't look like you with your hair all out off. It used to look tuff: You and Soda had the coolest-lookin' hair in town."

"I know," I said sourly. "I look lousy, but don't rub it in."

Dallas (as bad of an example as he is) wants to make sure Johnny and Ponyboy don’t end up like him, he’s just looking out for them.

Also Dally giving a compliment?! But also Dally teasing Pony and giving him shit in a friendly way :)

“…Take it easy, I don’t want you gettin’ sick on me…”

When they were at Dairy Queen and Johnny and Ponyboy were eating so fast that Dally go my worried they would throw up (what a good big brother)

When the church was burning Dally yelled at Johnny and Pony to forget about the kids and get out of there. He was so worried about his family the gang

Dally's eyes were closed, but when I spoke he had tried to grin and had told me that if I ever did a stupid thing like that again he'd beat the tar out of me.

If he’s smiling he’s not that mad (there’s his soft spot for Pony showing)

I am fully convinced that the leather jacket Dally gave Ponyboy became his favorite jacket, especially after he died. Anytime it got a bit chilly outside Pony would put it on and remember how his buddy saved him

Dally was grinning at me. "Kid, you scared the devil outa me the other day. I thought I'd killed you"

"Me?" I said, puzzled. "Why?"

"When you jumped out of the church. I meant to hit you just hard enough to knock you down and put out the fire, but when you dropped like a ton of lead I thought Id aimed too high and broke your neck." He thought for a minute. "I'm glad I didn't, though."

Dally’s happy that he didn’t kill Pony (his second favorite member of the gang)

Second thing, Two-Bit is also a big brother figure to Ponyboy and Johnny and best friends with everyone. Also a little bit of Steve caring for Ponyboy

“The boys are worried," Dally said in a materie voice. "Two-Bit was going to Texas to hunt for you”

Two-Bit was so worried about them that he would drop everything and go looking for Pony and Johnny (he cares so much about Pony, they’re best friends)

"Hey, Ponyboy," he cried gleefully, "long time no see.” You would have thought it had been five years instead of five days since I'd seen him last, but I didn't mind.

He was so excited to be reunited with his best friend :)

Two-Bit said, cleaning the egg up off the floor.

Two-Bit, who was scraping the egg off the clock, turned to stare at me.

What a nice friend, cleaning up after he made Pony drop the eggs.

Head cannon: Darry made a rule in the house that if you make a mess in the house you have to clean it up and is extra strict with it on Two-Bit (Darry was not about to let Two-Bit make his house messy)

No wonder he stayed overnight at Two-Bits or at our house.

Two-Bit offered his house to Johnny (big brother behavior) one time when it was cold outside, Johnny insisted he would be fine sleeping in the lot, but Two-Bit dragged Johnny to his house for the night. Johnny’s been using it as a place to sleep from then on

Two-Bit was looking down at me worriedly. “You feel okay? You're awful hot."

"All right," Two-Bit said reluctantly. "But Darryll kill me if you're really sick and go ahead and fight anyway"

Big brother Two-Bit who’s concerned about Ponyboy

It did, but it also got Two-Bit and Soda, jailed once. They were doing midair flips down a downtown sidewalk, walking on their hands, and otherwise disturbing the public and the police.

Bestie Soda and Two-Bit doing gymnastics down the street together. Also friends who get jailed together stay together

Two-Bit came blubberin' over here with some tale how you were running a fever before the rumble and how it was all his fault you were sick. He was pretty torn up that night,"

Big brother Two-Bit who was guilty over the fact that Pony got sick after the rumble

"Was it very bad?" Two-Bit questioned. He knew the whole story, and having never dreamed about anything but blondes, he was interested.

Bestie Two-Bit who knows all the tea

“I’ll baby-sit him," Two-Bit said, ducking as I took a swing at him.

‘Having nothing better to do’ or an excuse to spend the day with your best bud, what’s the difference

"Steve and me were backing you, but I guess we didn't need to. You'd have really cut them up, huh?"

Steve and Two-Bit were ready to throw hands all cause Pony looked like he was in danger (Steve really does care about his best buddy’s kid brother)

“How do you like bein' a hero, big shot?"

Steve teasing Ponyboy :)

Also in the beginning of the book right after Ponyboy gets jumped and Steve asks what he was doing walking on his lonesome, Ponyboy takes that as “oh this guy is just getting on my back” but I take it as Steve showing his worry in a non-traditional way.

Johnny is so madly in love with Pony it’s crazy

"you must have put my legs to sleep. I can't even stand up. I barely got off that train."

"I'm sorry. Why didn't you wake me up?"

“That okay. I didn’t want to wake you up until I had to.”

Johnny would rather his legs fall asleep than Pony be tired (he’s such a caring boyfriend)

I push off Johnny’s jean jacket,

Ponyboy said that the church was cold, so it must be cold outside, and Johnny would rather himself be cold than Pony

I put my arm across his shoulders to warm him up.

Just to warm him up, mhmm definitely

I held him like Soda had held him the day we found him lying in the lot.

First of all, Ponyboy looks up to Soda so much (I’ll get into that in the next section) but also comforting Johnny in a way he knows will calm him down

“It ain't fair for Ponyboy to about have to stay up in that church with Darry and Soda worryin' about him all the time.”

Johnny doesn’t want his bf’s family to worry :(

…He wants to see you”

Dally says this to Ponyboy while they’re driving to the hospital and it’s so heartbreaking that the last people Johnny wants to see are the two people he cherishes most

Also in Johnny’s letter that he left in home with the wind he mentions Dallas three times, he wanted his final requested to come from Pony probably because Johnny knew that out of everyone Dally would listen to Ponyboy the best

Lastly, Pony loves this brothers and admires Soda so much

I wonder what Darry and Sodapop are doing now, I thought, yawning. Soda had the whole bed to himself for once. I bet Darry's sorry he ever hit me.

After waking up in the church, his first thoughts are his brothers. Also Ponyboy knows that Darry is sorry and that just makes me feel bad for Darry

it was my pride. It was long and silky, just like Soda's, only a little redder.

Comparing himself to Soda part 1

My hair was even He always lighter than Sodapop's.

Comparing himself to Soda part 2

"Oh, Pony, I thought we'd lost you ... like we did Mom and Dad.. "

Darry just wanted the best for Pony. Dary was so scared of losing Pony, that's why he yelled, he wasn't angry, he was just scared. Darry's biggest fear is losing another peron, so he must have worried so much about Pony :(

Darry was rubbing the back of my head softly.

Soft bro Darry moment (I live for this)

I wiggled out from under his arm and pulled the blanket up over him,

Headcannon: Soda missed sharing a bed with Ponyboy and got used to throwing an arm over him. Also Pony is such a thoughtful brother

He grinned one of his rare grins.

DARRY SMILING AT PONYBOY

"Listen, Soda, you and Ponyboy," Darry said as we strode down the street, "if the fuzz show, you two beat it out of there. The rest of us can only get jailed. You two can get sent to a boys' home."

Protective Darry (I live for this too)

He’s going somewhere. And I was going to be like him.

Ponyboy looking up to Darry is so sweet cause as much as Ponyboy has said that he does really like his oldest brother, he truely does because you don’t look up to people you genuinely don’t like

I could tell Darry realized this too, and although he was proud, I also knew he was worried. Shoot, I thought, I'll fight so good this time he won't ever worry about me again. I'll show him that someone besides Sodapop can use his head.

Pony wanting to prove himself to Darry. Also Darry being proud of Ponyboy :)

"You kept asking for me and Soda. Sometimes for Mom and Dad, too. But mostly for Soda." Something in his tone of voice made me look at him. Mostly for Soda. Did I ask for Darry at all, or was he just saying that?

Ponyboy being worried that he hurt Darry’s feeling by not calling out for him melts and breaks my heart because this is a point where Pony and Darry’s relationship is on the path to getting fixed and Ponyboy is worried that he only called for Soda. And by only calling for Soda might show Darry that Pony still doesn’t like Darry all that much, but by calling out to Darry, it shows Pony loves his brother (idk if this made sense (I’m slightly delirious writing this))

"Yeah, sure," he said, looking at me strangely. "You asked for him and me both. Sometimes Mom and Dad. And for Johnny."

"Oh. I thought maybe I didn't ask for Darry. It was bugging me.”

Poor boy just needed that confirmation from another person that he actually did call out for Darry :( also calling out for his best friend (boyfriend)

“…Darry is a good guardian; he makes me study and knows knows where I am and who I'm with all the time. I mean, we don't get along so great sometimes, but he keeps me out ust de touble, or did…”

PONY KNOWS DARRY CARES AND WANTS THE BEST FOR HIM

"Maybe you can be a little neater, huh, little buddy?" He'd never called me that before. Soda was the only one he ever called "little buddy."

"Sure," I said, "I'll be more careful."

PROGRESS PEOPLE PROGRESS (also Darry showing his affection to Pony in his own way)

"Race you," I challenged, leaping up.

I guess I was still out of shape, because we all three tied. No. I guess we all just wanted to stay together.

This brotherly moment makes me smile everyone I look at it

This book makes me very happy, hope you enjoyed and have a good rest of your day

#the outsiders ponyboy #the outsiders dally #the outsiders darry #the outsiders sodapop #the outsiders johnny #the outsiders two bit #the outsiders steve #the outsiders #the outsiders book #book quotes #they all love each other #brotherly moments

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persondoingstuff · 6 months

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Currently re-reading the outsiders and it’s actually crazy how much the gang cares about Ponyboy. Like I can drop some quotes if anyone’s interested (I’ll make another post later with quotes because my hyper fixation is coming back)

#the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #the outsiders ponyboy #the gang loves him #even dally does #even Steve too actually #the romance between pony and Johnny is crazy

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persondoingstuff · 7 months

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Bro this is actually amazing

Drawing thorfinn as a cool down sketch

#vinland fanart #anime #anime fanart #manga #manga fanart #vinland saga #vinland saga fanart #thorfinn fanart #thorfinn #work of art

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persondoingstuff · 9 months

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This is an amazing piece of art

You have no enemies.

#vinland saga #vinland #thorfinn #thorfinn karlsefni #so beautiful

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persondoingstuff · 10 months

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This is so accurate 😭

the best part of the first half of S1 Vinland Saga (which is as far as I've gotten so far) is how often Thorfinn enters combat and some guy there goes "hahaha who let a literal child have knives?? oh well, fair game" and then one of two outcomes happen

the guy dies brutally 3 seconds later by this rabid badger of a boy

the guy manages to eventually beat the kid back and then laughs about it like "hot damn kid you nearly got me there!! lmao better luck next time but fr that was great" and then punts him off a bridge or whatever.

and this includes his mentor/captor/nemesis who, multiple times, goes

"hey angry shithead, go kill the biggest guy over there"

"no fuck you I'll fuck you up you fucking geezer and then piss on your corpse and light it on fire"

"so I heard. go kill that guy and then we can fight again"

"fine, but I'm gonna get you this time!!"

"of course you are little man"

narrator voice: Thorfinn did not kill him this time and got punted off a bridge or whatever

#vinland saga #thorfinn karlsefni

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persondoingstuff · 10 months

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Thorfinn’s brother- Somewhere not here

Fandom: Vinland Saga

Pairing: Thorfinn x OC!brother (platonic only)

Warnings: description of battle, follows the manga, swearing

A/N: i want to give Thorfinn a hug, he needs it :(

They had been walking for hours when they finally came to a stop. A hill that oversaw the Franks battle field below. There was a brief pause in movement before a voice yelled out, "Thorfinn! Bo! You're up!" The two glanced at each other before walking forward to the man who called them.

Thorfinn and Bo were identical twins who, through heaven or hell, never left each other's side. They had shaggy blonde hair, a shorter stature than the average boy their age, but a strong build. The only difference between them was that Bo had blue eyes, taking after their mother, and Thorfinn had light brown eyes, taking after their father. But both boys had a glare that could kill.

When the brothers reached the front of the group they were met with Askeladd. "We're joining in. Send a message to the leader of the attacking army." He instructed. Askeladd was in his 40's with short blonde hair, and deceiving blue eyes. He wore a metal breast plate that he never seemed to take off.

"Listen carefully, this is our message:" Askeladd began, "'Your tactics are pitiful! They are a sigh to make one retch! Therefore, our band of warriors offers its aid. Consider this once in a life time opportunity wisely, for we will surely guide you to victory. All we ask in return is half the spoils of war on the day of the fortress fall. Resume the siege in the morn.'" He wore his classic evil smirk.

'He talked for so long I damn near fell asleep. If this doesn't go well it's his fault.' Bo thought bitterly.

"Once you've given them the message, remain among them and observed the tide of battle. Understood? Now, go." Askeladd finished with a wave of his hand. But Thorfinn and Bo didn't move. "What? I gave you an order." Askeladd said, more demanding this time. "Guarantee a reward for us." Thorfinn argued.

Askeladd knew what they wanted, but he played dumb just to rile them up. "Reward? If the negotiation's a success, you'll each have three gold coins. I swear upon Tyr." Askeladd teased with such seriousness in his voice it almost could have convinced Bo.

The other men whistled in amazement, it was a good price, but Thorfinn and Bo didn't want gold. They had no need for it.

"Who asked for that shit? You know damn well what we want, Askeladd." Bo was annoyed, 'Bastard thinks he can treat us like one of his men.'

"Ooh now that's a scary face! Just a bit of humor, that's all." Askeladd brought his hands up in mock surrender. "But if that's what you want, boys. I'll need you to bring me the head of a commander, at least." He said more seriously.

Sounded easy enough, they had done that hundreds of times before. They glanced at each other again and started running down the hill.

Thorfinn and Bo slowed to a walk as they approached the camp. "Bet none of them speak Norse." Bo said to his twin. "Probably not. What a pain." Thorfinn sighed. 'How annoying.'

When they approached the guards at the front of the fortress, they spoke in Frankish amongst each other. The twins had no clue what they were saying, as they only spoke Norse and bits of English. "We're messengers. Can anyone here speak Norse?" Thorfinn asked the Frankish guards.

They were talking to each other in a suspicious tone. 'Guess they don't speak Norse.' Bo deducted. One of the Frank guards reached for Thorfinn, but he grabbed the guards fingers, twisted his arm over his shoulder and behind his back.

"We're messengers!" Bo said loud enough for the whole camp to hear, his tone growing harsh. "Can anyone here speak Norse!?" He asked again, as Thorfinn had a knife to the guards throats. Finally, someone raised their hand from in the fortress and he became their interpreter.

Bo told him they needed to speak with the general, other Franks just silently stared at Bo and Thorfinn with confused faces. Maybe they were wonder what they were saying, or maybe what kids were doing in this line of work.

The guards confiscated the brothers daggers and tied their hands tightly behind their backs. 'As if these ropes could stop us from doing anything.' Bo thought dully, side eyeing Thorfinn's tied hands, analyzing how, if needed, they could get out of the fortress.

When they saw the general Bo scoffed 'Their general looks like he couldn't even lift a sword. No wonder they can't break into the fortress.'

The commander was a very short, round man, who looked like he could care less about what was happening around him. He was shorter than Bo, which he thought would never happen unless a child stood next to him.

The commander spoke, then the interpreter repeated, "You want half the spoils? Oh, you mercenaries have grown too bold by far. But such boldness implies confidence. Yes, Normanni boys?" The Franks seemed surprised we were Norse.

Thorfinn just spoke to him dully, "Even a boy can see that attacking the main gate alone achieves nothing but the slaughter of your own men. You outnumber the defenders. They're concentrated toward the hillside gate, leaving the lakeside open. That's where we'll strike."

Another man, most likely the commanders right hand man, probably started to talk about how they couldn't do that. The Norse speaking man started to interpret but Bo interrupted. "So you won't accept our offer?" He cocked his head to the side. "Because Askeladd will take his hundred men right to the defenders."

The guards pulled their swords and spears against them, a swords up to Bo's throat, and 2 spears to Thorfinn's.

"The same will happen if we die. If we don't give the all clear signal... you will instantly be up against a hundred hardened warriors of the north." Bo said calmly, like having a sword to his neck was a normal thing. But in ways, it was.

The interpreter spoke after the commander again, "Bah, do as you wish. If your words are false, I will have your head. But if they are good and true, in the name of Jesus Christ, you will have your fair share of the riches." He finished.

"We want our short swords back. They're a memento of our father." Thorfinn asked as they were getting their restraints off. After a moment they reluctantly handed them their knives back. Bo let out an internal sigh of relief. Then the brothers asked for a bow and 4 arrows, then walked up the hill to give the signal that negotiation went according to plan, one high, three low.

Thorfinn and Bo found a tree to sleep on to await the morning. "You fought him last time, so it's my turn." Bo said, fatigue catching up to him. All Bo got in return was a tired, "Yeah, yeah I know."

Years ago when they first joined Askeladd's band they came up with a system as to who would duel Askeladd. They switched off fighting him, one duel Bo fights him, the next duel Thorfinn fights him, then Bo, then Thorfinn, and so on.

When morning came, the Frankish army lined up ready to charge the enemy again. The commander, his second in command, the interpreter, Thorfinn, and Bo walked through the rows of men to get to the front, "Boys! Your friends are no-shows. The sun is out and rising." The commander spoke impatiently.

Bo was tired of the man by now, and he could tell Thorfinn was too. "Just get on with the attack, fat-ass. You'll see soon enough." The Norse interpreter didn't say anything when the commander said something in Frankish back.

But the interpreter didn't have time to say anything as the commander yelled and the army charged forward to try to take the fortress. Thorfinn and Bo looked back and saw birds scattering out of the trees, which ment Askeladd was close, that was also their signal to move out.

Bo turned to the Norse speaker "Hey interpreter, which one's the enemy leader?" He looked shocked that Bo actually spoke to him directly. "Ah, see the one with a feathered helm?" He pointed to a man with red feathers on his helmet, "That's him." That was all the brothers needed to hear before sprinting into the battlefield towards the leader.

Arrows were shot at them but they skillfully dodged them without losing speed. They quickly approached a moat, jumping over the water, and plunged their daggers into the wall to keep them in place.

Arrows lessened and the sound of footsteps frantically running was a sign that Askeladd had arrived and put his plan into action. Bo started to scale the wall first, Thorfinn quickly following. Once they got to the top of the wall Bo slashed the closest man's neck and jumped into combat.

Throrfinn and Bo were back to back, protecting each other, and swiftly making a bloody trail to the leader. One man tried to swing at Bo's head but he ducked below the blade and slashed his knife across the man's chest. Thorfinn grabbed the soilders sword and cut down man after man until he cut the leaders head off.

But unfortunately, the head fell straight into the water below. "Ah, shit!" Thorfinn yelled as he dove into the water to retrieve the head and his reward. "You idiot!" Bo screamed following his brother. Arrows flew past them in the water, luckily none of them hit as they swam for the generals head.

Bo was starting to run out of breath but he had swam faster then Thorfinn, so was he was closer to the head. He stretched out and grabbed the feather and held it with a vice grip as he and Thorfinn swam for the boats. As they were surfacing, Bo threw the head onto the ship and hoisted himself up into the boat, huffing for air.

Once again Thorfinn wasn't far behind him. "Bo, Thorfinn! You're alive?" Someone said, shocked they made it back alive. Bo ignored the people who showed concern, "Askeladd. That was their commander."

"Ohh! So you did get him." Askeladd said with fake enthusiasm. Bo took a deep breath and pulled out one of his father's daggers "We had a deal. You can't back out. I, Bo, son of Thors, warrior of Iceland. Upon my fathers blade, do seek a duel with Askeladd. To avenge my father's death."

Askeladd responded the same as always for the last 10 years, "I, Askeladd, son of Olaf, upon the name of my ancestor Artorious, accept Bo's challenge." There was a pause. "But." Just then arrows came whizzing at the ship, but Bo was unfazed, keeping eye contact with Askeladd. "Not this instant! Right now we've got to fly!" Askeladd yelled as more arrows rained from the fortress. "Man oars, you ugly shits!"

"Damn you!" Bo snarled before walking back to his and Thorfinn's usual spot at the back of the boat. They were coming up to a waterfall and Bo grabbed onto the side railing of the ship as they went down as too not fall out. Askeladd laughed like a mad man the whole way down. 'He's gone insane!' Bo thought, as the harsh wind blew past him.

After both boats made it down the waterfall in one piece, they were home free. Which is coincidentally, was where they were headed. Going home after the season of pillaging for winter.

While sailing to the island, Thorfinn and Bo kept their blades clean and pristine. While on the ship, the two would keep quiet, only quietly speaking to each other every once in a while.

As they got closer to 'homeland', they could see sheep still grazing on the fields. Bo and Thorfinn ignored the men talking, as they continued to erase any evidence of war on their blades with a cloth.

When the boat made it to the harbor, a crowd of people swarmed the dock, all the women screaming Askeladd's name. Bo rolled his eyes, not forgetting the duel Askeladd promised.

Askeladd departed to go to Gorm, the leader of the village. Gorm gave the band of vikings funding and food during their trips, and at the end of the pillaging season Askeladd had to pay Gorm back.

Bo and Thorfinn walked to Gorms house, walking through the crowd of women to get to Askeladd. All Bo needed to do was give him a look to show he was ready. Bo took his fur hood off and handed it to his brother. "Kill him this time." Thorfinn encouraged. Bo just nodded, wanting finally put to an end to this long cycle.

As the duel started, people gathered in a large circle surrounding Bo and Askeladd. "Ahem! We gather here in the name of the almighty Odin to observe this duel between Bo and Askeladd. The grounds for this duel being... Bo's desire to avenge his father's death." Gorm, spoke loud enough for everyone to hear. " Are there any objections from either party?" He asked.

"No." Bo's voice was hard as ice, putting his coldest glare on. "None from me." Askeladd spoke nonchalantly, even his stance screamed that he was just waiting for this to be over. And that just pissed the younger boy off more. Bo got into a ready stance as Gorm yelled "Begin!" People started cheering, rooting for whoever they thought would win.

Bo tried to strike his chest multiple times, but all attempts were blocked by Askeladd's sword. Bo swung for his throat, but Askeladd leaned to the side. "You can't humor an old man with just little-" Askeladd made his first attack by swinging at Bo, said boy bringing his blades to cover his chest. "- small talk first?!" Bo knew how strong his opponent was so this blow could be deadly, so to soften the blow he jumped away at the same time as the swing of the sword.

The crowd was going wild, more people yelling for the shorter boy now. Bo let out a breath and ran toward the other again. Bo's right hand aiming for the middle of Askeladd's blade, his left hand aiming for the handle. Hopefully to knock it out of his hand. Bo was successful in getting the sword out of his enemies grasp, but Askeladd reached for Bo's arms. All hope of killing Askeladd was gone.

In response Bo leaped back, cursing himself for the loss of opportunity. His opponent retrieved his sword and stood ready once again. "About your old man, Bo... er... um... oh, damn... what was his name? Tho, Thooo... Thork...?" Askeladd asked, know how to pushing all of Bo's buttons.

"Thors!" Bo yelled angrily. Askeladd knew he had him now. "Thors! Right, that was it. My memory isn't what it used to be, sadly. Look I really hate to bring this up during your long awaited bid for vengeance and all. But I've killed more than my share of men, you know? And I just can't remember your father for the life of me." Bo was fuming at this point, he was sure everyone could see steam coming out of his ears.

"Did I really kill this Thorill fellow? How did I kill him?" He asked. Bo had a death grip on his dagger. "You filthy bastard... if you'd fought fair, my father... would never have fallen to the likes of you!" Bo was shaking with rage, gritting his teeth, "If you hadn't taken my brother hostage!" He yelled.

"Ohhh, yes! Now it's coming back. He was the fool who gave up his life in exchange for his sons." Askeladd spoke, pushing Bo's final button.

Bo saw red, blinded by rage and charged the Viking leader. Bo ran with his right arm raised, ready to slice Askeladd's head right off his shoulders. But Askeladd easily caught Bo's arm, kicked one of his legs out from under him, and sent him crashing to the ground, the wind knocked out of him. But Askeladd kept a hold on his arm with an iron grip. Bo grunted in discomfort, his arm being twisted uncomfortably.

"Can't lose control now, can we? You and your brother have got a lot to learn." Askeladd lectured, then snapped Bo's shoulder out of place. Bo gasped as pain the flooded his right shoulder. Bo laid on the ground for a moment before Bjorn, a tall Viking with dark brown hair, braided beard, and a helmet always adorned his head, came over to help Bo pop his shoulder back in place.

Bjorn didn't give any kind of warning, just quickly twisting Bo's arm to put the shoulder back in place, then walked away. Thorfinn helped Bo up and they walked away from the crowd to their fathers boat. After loosing duels they would sit on the boat all night, no matter the weather.

This night in particular it snowed. They shared body heat under a single blanket, since that's all they could find, and just quietly, enjoying each other's company. Bo made sure Thorfinn had enough of the blanket to stay warm, not wanting Thorfinn to catch a cold. Everyone else was celebrating the pillaging season, but the brothers wanted nothing to do with it.

They eurent here to celebrate, or raid villages. They were there to kill Askeladd. Kill the bastard who took their father, despite him winning the duel. Askeladd was nothing but a dirty cheater.

Bo glanced at his brother, only to see him asleep, looking peaceful for once. He was so close to joining his younger twin in the land of sleep when he heard his father's voice, "You're sulking. Did you lose again, Bo?"

"Father..." Suddenly Bo wasn't a 17 year old, hardent by war and driven by revenge. Instead he was a 6 year old kid again, scared of his father being angry with him. Hot tears were suddenly falling down his face, he missed his father so much it hurt sometimes.

"Nyah! Look at the little crybaby!" Thors teased, putting his big hand on Bo's head. "Are you angry, squirt? Do you want revenge?" Thors spoke with more seriousness, there was no hint of joking or teasing in his voice anymore. And that honestly scared Bo.

Bo tearfully nodded. "Hmmm... Well, you are my son. I suppose it won't do any good to tell you not to seek vengeance. Oh dear... how should I put this? You'll have to find out for yourself... what it means to be a warrior." Thors voice faded into the cold wind.

Bo woke with a start and pulled out his dagger and held it against a woman's throat, Thorfinn, who also woke up, held his dagger defensively.

She fell back in surprised and nervously stammered. "Ah... umm... L- lord Gorm told me to bring you both food." She had a basket previously filled with food, that was now spread over the dock. After picking up the food she handed them the food filled basket.

The two boys immediately started to scarf down the food. Even though Bo was hungry, he still gave Thorfinn extra food.

"Hey," the woman spoke shyly. "Are you slaves too?" Bo shot her a questioning look. "I mean, you're eating out here." She clarified. "We're free warriors. We're not forced to eat scrape in the kitchen, like you. We eat here because we choose to." Bo answered.

"Oh... really? It's strange. I just thought we seemed similar." She genuinely looked surprised to learn they weren't slaves.

"We have nothing in common with you! We wouldn't know how a slave thinks! If I were you, I'd kill Gorm and run! And kill any man who came after me!" Thorfinn yelled, taking a swing of water.

"How awful. I couldn't kill." She looked down with an almost shameful look. "Hah! Then enjoy life as a slave. It's your choice." Thorfinn mockingly laughed.

But suddenly her mood changed, matching the darkness outside, "If I ran... if I ran as far as I could. All the way across there sea, what would I find there? If there were a land across the horizon, a land without war or slaves. If there were a land of peace... somewhere that's not here."

'Somewhere that's not here?' Bo thought solemnly. He thought of a place told in a story he heard years ago.

A place that brought him ten years in the past

A/N: Hey thanks for taking the time to reading this! I plan on making on making this a series. I hope you have a wonderful rest of your day!

#vinland saga #vinland saga manga #vinland saga thorfinn #vinland saga askeladd #Vinland saga Bjorn #vinland saga oc #thorfinn #thorfinn karlsefni #askeladd #vikings #Thorfinn needs a hug

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#vinland saga #thorfinn #thorfinn karlsefni #he said the thing

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persondoingstuff · 11 months

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Literally a masterpiece

YOU CREATED ME!!!

Been a while since I’ve made something traditionally. Still edited digitally, though

#art #fanart #illusrtation #spiderman #spiderman across the spiderverse #the spot #spiderverse the spot #beautiful #so freaking good #i’m in love

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persondoingstuff · 11 months

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If any of you are deliberating whether or not to watch Across the Spiderverse in theatres or to wait to watch it at home, watch it in theatres. I promise you guys it’s worth it.

#spider man #across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse

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persondoingstuff · 11 months

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These need more love. (I just really like this piece 😭)

little fast drawing because i wanted to draw my boy and some flowers

#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #genya shinazugawa #genya #drawing #fan art #demon slayer #artists on tumblr #seriously there’re so amazing #love this

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This was very sweet, 10/10 honestly

Hi Can I Ask Uzui, Giyuu and Rengoku in Love with a Single Father S/o who has a Child

Ofc! And sorry I took a large break I've honestly been playing alot of videogames lol

Genre: Fluff/Scenario/Headcannons

Summary: How he reacts when you have a child, How he treats them, How he is with you being a single father

- Man is lowkey surprised because when you would suddenly disappear multiple time when you’re in his home and his wives said you had some business you needed to do he really thought you didn’t really want to spend time with him! The only time he really did find out was when you brought your kid to his house!

- Would honestly spoil your kid! And the kid honestly likes Tengen because his looks are honestly pleasing to look at! There may really be a few times he gets pissed off with them but learning from his own past family circumstances he gives them proper life lessons and verbal communication of what they should and shouldn’t do! His punishments toward your child are non-existent. It’s all through communication.

As you watch Tengen with your child, you can help but be amazed of how he’s teaching your child. “That wasn’t very nice of you to purposely do that.” Says Tengen as he’s sitting down with your child, looking at the broken vase. “Was there a reason you did that?” “I wanted your attention since you were busy with Da-da but lost balance...I’m sorry.” As your child plays with their hands, feeling guilty, they’re soon embraced in a hug by Tengen. “I’m glad you apologized but please be more careful, you might hurt yourself.” “O-okay Papa!”

-Man honestly is the same person but more kid friendly near your child. He really doesn’t change at all! He wants to make out with you but your child is watching? Cover that boy’s eyes, easy. He seriously has little to no filter when he’s with you- The only thing that may change is his bed because he often would sleep with you and his wives on a already big bed but with your slightly clingy child, HE NEEDS A DAMN WIDE WIDE BED!

-Giyuu is flabbergasted. Never expected it. He was just too busy about you and really didn’t care if you suddenly went away! Giyuu loves you alot to not care if you were gone for a bit but to realize you had a kid made him VERY NERVOUS.

-He doesn’t know anything about taking care of kids. Man honestly blankly stares at your kids and does the same. And your kid is easily influenced and surprisingly easily won over him! Honestly tries to buy everything he thinks a child would like based off what any vendor would claim! However one time he had a misunderstanding with a toy of a “different” use and honestly ALMOST showed it to your kid (however quickly stopped him ‘:)).

Giyuu gives your child a bunch of toys as he’s sat down with them. As he grabs one of them, being a duck, he starts making duck sounds however with just his normal voice and no proper voice-tone impression. Surprisingly with your child doing the same but with a train. “Quack. Quack” “Choo choo.” “Quack.” “Choo choo.” What has gotten into them..?

-Giyuu will do EVERYTHING he would want to do with you in private! He wants to kiss you? In private. Holding hands? In private! Of course he won’t decline you doing it in front of your child however will make sure he isn’t looking! He’ll purposely point something out to your child, making them look away before you kiss him! AND HE’LL DO ALL THIS BECAUSE HE THINKS ITS INAPPROPRIATE FOR THE CHILD!

- Rengoku is honestly ecstatic! Rengoku is already good with kids but for his fiance to have one makes him happy to raise your child with you! He is one of the best hashira for taking care of kids and you CANNOT convince me otherwise!

-He’s very gentle and smiley with your child! Will commit to anything that your child asks him to do and will to it with the best of his ability! If your child wants something HE’LL HAVE IT THE SAME DAY THEY ASKED! ESPECIALLY IF THEY LIKE FOOD LIKE HIM! If your child has the same hair color, eyebrows, or similar personality like him HE WILL MELT. Will honestly be weak at the knees because he cares so much and loves your child because it’s yours!

“Let me pour some tea into your cup Papa!” As your child emptyly pours imaginary tea into his cup he smiles warmly at them. “Thank you starlight.” “Let us have a toast, to us!” “To us!” As you all say together you “drink” your tea and Rengoku doing so aswell however ecstatically. “Delicious!”

-He’ll still kiss and hold hands with your child watching however of course with more serious things like making-out he will most definitely prefer doing in private! He’ll also choose to have a big bed for you and your child! He doesn’t want them to feel left out and have any achievement they’ve made to be underlooked!

#kny x reader #kny x male reader #kny headcanons #kny scenarios #demon slayer x reader #demonslayer x reader #demonslayer headcannons #demonslayer x male reader #demonslayer scenario #kny fluff

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This was very wholesome, very much liked

⎯⎯ ୨ 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 ୧ ⎯⎯

➢ Gɪʏᴜᴜ Tᴏᴍɪᴏᴋᴀ, Kʏᴏᴊᴜʀᴏ Rᴇɴɢᴏᴋᴜ, Mᴜɪᴄʜɪʀᴏ Tᴏᴋɪᴛᴏ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ), Mɪᴛsᴜʀɪ Kᴀɴᴊᴏʀɪ, Oʙᴀɴᴀɪ Iɢᴜʀᴏ, Sᴀɴᴇᴍɪ Sʜɪɴᴀᴢᴜɢᴀᴡᴀ, Sʜɪɴᴏʙᴜ Kᴏᴄʜᴏ & Tᴇɴɢᴇɴ Uᴢᴜɪ x M!Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➢ Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

a/n - i dont feel good so i decided to cope with writing. writing for csm now too because everyone is so fucking horny. you do you obvs but i dont like how when i check tags and literally all nsfw,, anyways titled "quite the opposite" hope you like this collection of drabbles. i don't prohibit fem aligned accs interaction just... don't fetishize mlm relationships. listened to eric cartman's ver of poker face while writing. good music.

↬ cw: canon typical angst (slight, mostly just fluff), injuries, reader's a bit older around late 20's.

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Everyone in the Demon Slayer Corps knew about him. Known as "The Hashira who refused to retire", he worked for Kagaya Ubuyashiki for twelve years. Famous for defeating a vast number of Lowermoon demons, as well as clashing against Uppermoon demons more than once. And every time he did, he always came back alive. He watched the downfall of multiple slayers and hashiras alike, survived unreal horrors for almost a decade, and yet he persisted in continuing his job. Despite the multiple scars that littered his body, severed arm, and blind eye, he remained one of the strongest Hashira ever to exist.

People assumed his distant and quiet attitude was due to his experience as a Hashira. He was strict and terrifying when training slayers and was rather uptight and dismissive when it comes to casual conversations. Either way, he's always so respectful and polite to his peers. So, more often than not, curious slayers ask his significant other; "How do you even get along with him?" They'd always tell them how he's quite the opposite...

Just, how so?

Giyuu never expected this when he got himself into a relationship with him. He was literally quite the opposite of how Shinobu described him.

The moment Giyuu give him the clear to be physically affectionate to him, he was quite literally all over him. His hand loves to roam his skin whenever he's close to him. It starts from caressing his cheek, tracing down to his jawline, then to his neck while giving it small, loving kisses, then to his chest. He always has a hand on Giyuu, no matter where they are.

On missions, at their shared estate, or casually walking outside, his hand is either on his shoulder, the small of his back, or holding his. Giyuu also didn't take him to be the clingy type.

"...We have to get up, dear..." Giyuu sighed for the nth time that morning, wriggling from his grasp. For a man with only one arm left, Giyuu struggled to get out of his hold. "We have work to do..." Yet, despite his words, his own arms clung around him, gripping his kimono and burying his face against his chest.

Letting out a small yawn, he just rested his chin on top of his head, his voice making his chest rumble lightly. "5 more minutes..." He responded, half asleep. Giyuu sighed once more, his hand playing with his hair. "You said that 30 minutes ago..."

He blinked, a little more awake, but proceeded to close his eyes and ignore the sunlight that was seeping into their room. "Well, how come you haven't pushed me off?" He teased, a small smile etching his features, "You're a lot stronger than this."

Giyuu sighed against his skin, embarrassed. It only earned a small chuckle from him.

No one has made him feel so treasured in his life before. He was so loving, understanding, and patient with him. He wasn't exactly talkative, but he always talks to Giyuu, especially behind closed doors. From stories about when he was a fresh slayer, how his day has been, or nothing of relevance at all, Giyuu always listens.

Because he talks to him, spends time with him, cares for him, and loves him. Waking up in the morning wasn't a chore anymore when he has him by his side. Even during his darkest times, when he cried and felt like he didn't deserve to be alive, he would always stay by his side. Holding him, whispering sweet nothings in his ear as he comforted him.

Giyuu has never been so vulnerable in front of someone.

"Let's stay like this for a little bit," He says, pressing kisses against his forehead. Giyuu could only let out a grunt, pulling him closer. His face flushed when he heard him let out a small laugh, pulling the blanket back up to cover them.

"I'll take that as a yes?"

"...Let's just tell Oyakata-sama you're aging."

"Wh- I'm not that old!" He huffed humorously, shaking his head. He doesn't miss the small, pretty smile on Giyuu's lips.

"You should quit drinking, Rengoku-san."

"You should retire," Shinjuro shot back, taking a swig of his sake. "You look horrible compared to the last time I saw you." Anyone who could see this interaction between the ex-coworkers, people would assume he would take offense to Shinjuro's words, but all he did was let out a wholehearted laugh, slapping his knee.

As it turns out, the two of them knew each other quite well. It was the first time in years since Kyojuro and Senjuro see a small glimmer of life in their father's eyes. Shinjuro huffed, pouring his guest a cup of sake. He seemed more sober than usual, which surprised the brothers. "Just because I quit didn't mean you can get with my son,"

Kyojuro flushed when his father mentioned that, coughing on his fist and instead focused on eating his dinner. Kyojuro could feel his sudden wave of nervousness beside him, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "That wasn't my intention... It just happened, I suppose."

"Don't give me that bullshit!" Shinjuro slammed his fist against the table, making the brothers flinch but all he did was smile, patting the retired Hashira's back whilst he discreetly passed the sake to Senjuro to hide it. Oh, he was definitely drunk now, so he took action. "Now now, I swear it wasn't. How about you get some rest for tonight?"

He shot Kyojuro a look of reassurance before leading Shinjuro to his room, letting the man grumble at you while you continued to softly speak to him, carrying his weight.

That was quite the opposite of what he expected how his first dinner with his family, with him, included. Kyojuro expected indifference from his father, especially when they were ex-coworkers. He expected him to be distant, or uncomfortable throughout the whole dinner.

He was nothing but helpful. He got along with Senjuro so well, despite meeting for the first time. The boy was intimidated at first, never seeing a man as scarred and tall as him, but when he offered to help in the kitchen? Senjuro grew comfortable around him almost instantly. He was very careful in the kitchen, aware of his size and Senjuro, plus his cooking was really good so the young boy learned a lot from the veteran cook.

All the while, Kyojuro just fell harder for him. He didn't expect him to be so affectionate when they first got into a relationship, maybe even more than him. But seeing him get along with his family so well? It made a warm feeling blossom in his chest, a wide grin on his face.

Kyojuro could see how much he cares for all of them. Helping Senjuro with his chores, talking to Shinjuro as if the two of them were equals, and loving Kyojuro despite everything. He has never seen his family like this in a long time, and he just knows he would be just fantastic once they make their own family.

"Thinking about it again?" He mumbled, pressing a small kiss on Kyojuro's temple. He couldn't deny it, face flushing and laughing lightly. He could always tell what was going through his head.

"Of course! You'd made a good father, it's just in your nature!" It was his turn to get flustered, not meeting his eyes but keeping his hand on his cheek, caressing it.

Kyojuro's heart stuttered when he saw his expression and was about to refute his previous statement, but stopped himself when he pressed his forehead against Kyojuro's, smiling tenderly at his lover.

"Alright, I've always wanted to start a family, even more so now that I'm with you."

↬ platonic/familial

Out of all the Hashiras Muichiro spent time with, moments with him were more memorable than the rest.

Sat in front of a koi pond, watching the clouds go by, hands folded neatly on his lap. He listened to him hum a soft tune as he brushed Muichiro's long hair. It became one of their favorite activity when both of them are free. He liked the feeling of his hands playing with his hair, especially when he tied his hair in different hairstyles.

Muichiro enjoys it when he braids his hair. He was very gentle, despite his big, scarred hands. It was practiced as if he's done this a hundred times before. Muichiro can faintly remember the first time he asked him to tie his hair, so perhaps he's done it so much before him.

"Are you hungry?" He asks, voice quiet and gentle, like the winds blowing through his hair, "You forgot to eat lunch." Muichiro blinked, slowly nodding his head.

"Really?" He frowned, clutching his uniform. "Sorry..." He only let out a soft chuckle, a big hand patting his head. Muichiro just huffed, pushing his hand away. "Don't apologize, you can't help it." He says as he got up from behind him, holding out a hand for him to take.

"I can make you lunch before the meeting." Muichiro's eyes brightened, taking his hand and allowing himself to be pulled up. At that, his stomach rumbled loudly, which made his cheeks burn up. "...Your cooking is something I can't forget."

He gave him a small smile, lightly pinching his cheek. Muichiro could only groan in annoyance but didn't push him away. It was rare to see the oldest Hashira smile. It was bright as the sun, shining amongst the fog that clouded his mind. He wanted to remember it. "Is that so? I'm honored." He gives out a small laugh, bringing a smile to Muichiro's face.

Muichiro always feel like he could rely on him. Safe; is what he feels whenever he's with him. The youngest Hashira was glad that he, a man that had seen horrors for a decade now, kept treating the people close to him very compassionately. Muichiro wanted to call him something sort of a familial term because it just feels right.

He's too embarrassed to do so, though. But he knows he needn't because he looks at him as if he was his own child anyways.

Muichiro grabbed hold of his hand, eliciting a raised brow from the older man but Muichiro kept a blank face. He just let out a silent chuckle, gently squeezing his hand. "I'll make your favorite, is that okay?"

Muichiro squeezed back, nodding his head enthusiastically. "Okay."

He treated him differently like everyone else, quite the opposite if you will. He was a gentle reminder. Of his everyday life, of who he truly is, a child, and of his duties.

He was the end of her.

Everything she dreamt in a man, all of them fell on him. Mitsuri was in love. He was strong, fearsome in battle, and one of the most powerful Hashiras known to date. People both feared and admired him, but his scarred face, tall figure, and big body didn't scare her the slightest.

She genuinely wanted to get to know him better! He was distant, but also looked rather lonely. And with her friendliness and determination, she was rewarded with the fruit of her labor; a side of him that only a few ever got to experience. A side that was quite the opposite of how he looked like!

"What are you talking about?" He frowned, staring at her in disbelief. Mitsuri bit her bottom lip, avoiding his gaze, heart pounding against her chest. Gosh, he's so cute when he looks at her like that! "Is someone badmouthing you? Who? I'll deal with them-"

Mitsuri cut him off, shaking her head with a shaky smile on her lips and flustered face. "N-no! It's just... the lovers I had in the past... Well, they d-disliked my hair and stuff..." She explained, hands playing with one of her braids nervously. Now he was just confused, hand reaching for her round cheeks. She held back a sob, leaning against his touch and pressing her body against his. "They don't like how s-strong I am and... I'm so scared that... you think so too..."

He leaned down, kissing away the tears that rolled down her cheeks and caressing her pretty face. "How foolish of them to think like that of you when you're the prettiest women I've ever laid my eyes on," He whispered in her ear, making her shudder and grip his haori. She became flustered, stumbling over her words but he didn't give her time to respond.

"I love how your hair goes from pink to green, I love your light green eyes that remind me of matcha, the moles on your cheeks, your personality, and how strong you are." With each spoken devotion, he tells her, he presses a kiss on her plump lips, leaving her panting as a smile crept on her face.

"Mitsuri Kanjori, I love you just the way you are. You are beautiful and unique. Those men pushed you aside because they didn't see how much of a wonderful person you are." He wiped the stray tears that continued to fall, but his shoulders sagged in relief when he heard her let out a small giggle. Capturing her lips once more in a kiss, longer and more passionate, Mitsuri's arms wrapped around his shoulders.

He was everything that Misturi dreamt of ever since she joined the Demon Slayer Corps. Strong, someone who made her feel safe and protected, but also someone who made her feel loved. Someone who accepted her for who she truly is. He was a very sweet guy, she doesn't understand why rumors about him being unpleasant spread in the first place!

"I understand why you were worried but..." He muttered once he pulled away, panting lightly, "I feel lucky to have you... Especially when I look like this..." He sheepishly smiled.

Mitsuri could only hug him tight, eyes sparkling in adoration.

"What are you talking about? You're the most handsome man I've ever laid my eyes on!"

Similar to him, he had scars. More than Obanai had. However, he never tried to cover them. He wore them with pride, a great reminder of all the treacherous battles he fought against demons. His scars showed his strength, screaming 'I survived!'. He was quite the opposite of him, in a sense.

Obanai envied him sometimes, but that envy is immediately chased away by him.

"Do they still hurt?" He asked, concern evident in his eyes. His thumb traced the scars that stretched up to his cheeks, hissing a little when throbbed. His hand flinched away, but Obanai grabbed his wrist, keeping it pressed against his skin. "Let me..." His fingers slowly began to lightly knead against his skin, massaging his scar.

It was the first time he's shown him his scars and frankly, he was quite nervous. He shouldn't be when he had more than Obanai did, but he was. His scars made him look terrifying, and they always reminded him of that damn demon.

But the moment he took off the bandages on his mouth, he looked at him differently than he expected. It wasn't pitying, nor disgust, it was understanding. Accepting. Loving. Relieved, that he trusted him enough to show his scars to him. It made his heart skip a beat.

And now that he was massaging his aching scars, he was experiencing bliss. For a moment, he had forgotten the pain the scars brought to him and only felt the soothing touches against them. It was a first for him to feel at ease with someone seeing his unmasked self. His true self.

"What about yours?" Obanai's gaze rested upon him, eyeing the multiple scars that littered across his face, glancing at the scarred limb of your amputated arm. Obanai's hands slowly trailed up to his face, doing the same soothing rolls of his fingers against his scars.

He let out a pleased sigh and smiled at Obanai. "Well, not anymore." He chuckled, pressing light kisses on his scars, one on his left and another on his right. Obanai couldn't help but sigh as well, heat creeping up to his neck.

"Thank you," He whispered, fingers delicately trailing his scar.

Obanai faintly smiled, chasing the warmth of his hand. "Thank you too,"

He was the calm, gentle wind that caresses your skin on a cool, cloudy day, while Sanemi was the chaotic, frenetic winds that make you tumble on a stormy night. Quite the opposite of him, and just what he needed in his life.

He was balance. The one who knew Sanemi deep inside, maybe even more than he knew himself.

"Rough day?" He whispers quietly to Sanemi whilst he raked his fingers through his hair, shifting his legs slightly to make his lap more comfortable for Sanemi to lie on. He could only nod his head to him, a tired sigh escaping his lips. "One of those days?" He nodded again, closing his eyes.

"Alright love, just rest." He brushed the hairs on his forehead, calloused but tender fingertips traced the scars on his face lovingly. He always told Sanemi how much he adored his scars, it made him feel so proud deep inside, that despite the struggles he went through, he was still here. Alive and fighting.

Sanemi wanted to say the same to him. He had far more scars than he'd ever seen on a person. So many disabilities and yet he strives for a better future where demons are eradicated and everyone is at peace. He never got the chance to say those words, but he knew he could tell just by the look in Sanemi's eyes. He thanked him for that night, and Sanemi's face turned red.

His touch against the sensitive skin sent shivers down his spine, earning another sigh from him. This time, it was a pleased one, as Sanemi's hands reached for his. "I've got you, okay?" He murmurs, voice so deep and soft that it's slowly lulling him to sleep.

People rumored him to be a terrifying and unpleasant man. Rumors were just rumors though, because he's more gentle than the light rains on cloudy days, more gentle than the soft tunes of birds singing in the morning. He treated Sanemi as if he were the most vulnerable thing in the world. And while he despised it at first, he never knew how much he craved such affection.

He was the calm to Sanemi's storm.

"Dislocated jaw, concussion, broken arm," Shinobu listed all the injuries he acquired from his last mission, brow twitching in irritation. He could hear the exasperation in her voice, a small smile forming on his lips despite his poor condition, "Sprained ankle, bruises in multiple parts of your body, a few broken ribs— why are you up?"

Shinobu looked away from him to read through his diagnosis, so why was he sitting up from his bed the moment she turns back to him? Her smile wavered as she held back the urge to scold him further when he stood up, slightly wobbling towards her.

"M'fine," He says, leaning down to look at her properly, eyes softening as his hand stiffly reached for her face, smoothing the creases that formed between her brows while pressing featherlight kisses under her eyes, right on the apple of her cheeks. "I could barely feel the pain."

Shinobu sighed, both from frustration and contentment. She let the smile fall from her lips and just leaned against his warm touch. Pressing her hands on his chest, she gently pushed him back. It forced him to walk backward until he reached the bed, sitting back down.

"Stupid," She grumbled under her breath, standing on her tiptoes to inch closer to his waiting lips, her heart beating faster hand she felt his arm wrap around her waist, pulling her closer to him. "You should've avoided fighting that Uppermoon."

Pink dusted her cheeks when she saw the amused glimmer in his eye, tilting his head and letting their lips brush against each other, but not quite kissing yet. The grip she had on his kimono tightened, shooting him a glare for his teasing. All he could do was chuckle. "Sorry butterfly, Akaza says he's bored."

Shinobu scoffed, "You even know that demon's name?" Before she could complain further, or scold him for being reckless, he closed the gap between them, stealing Shinobu's breath away. His kisses were always so gentle and full of love. He kissed her as if it was his last, always pulling her close to him. It always made her weak in the knees.

"Don't worry, dear," He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, smile widening when he saw her flushed face and the glare he grew to love, "I'll make it up to you."

She rolled her eyes at that, pushing him down on the bed, and forcing him to lie down. Grabbing the forgotten clipboard on the ground, she walked to the cart near his bed to get his medicine. "Start by listening to your doctor's orders." It only made him chuckle, nodding obediently.

He was quite the opposite of how people perceived him. Herself included.

It always makes her heart tremble whenever he smiles at her. It's always so genuine, and beautiful, similar to the smiles from multiple famous paintings she's seen. She's blessed to be one of the only few people to see this side of him. Unlike hers, it was cold and a mask. She once thought that by letting him see her true self, one she had forgotten herself ever since her sister died, he would dislike her. But she proved him wrong, loving her even more.

He was the only one who could see her frowns, and she was the only one who could see his smiles.

↬ wives included

Tengen never regretted for a single second adding him to his big family.

He gets along flamboyantly with his wives, maybe even more than himself. Even so, all Tengen could feel was pure joy and adoration when he sees him amongst his wives. The three of them showed him the ropes of their daily lives in their estate and slowly but surely, he's grown accustomed to it.

"Woah! You made all this!?" Suma marveled, leaving all four of them in awe. All he did was smile, gesturing enthusiastically for them to sit down. Right in front of them was a table full of grandiose food, all made with love. "Everyone was out, and I had a day off so I decided to cook something special." He explained, cheeks red as he rubbed the back of his neck.

Makio's mouth watered at how good all the food smelled, seating herself next to him with a huge grin on her face. "This all looks so good! Thank you so much!" She nudged his arm with her elbow, a sign of her appreciation.

Hinatsuru had a worried look on her face, sitting next to Makio and glancing at Tengen. "Shouldn't you be resting? That's why Oyakata-sama gave you a rest day... It's not like I don't appreciate though." She says with a gentle smile.

He let out a nervous chuckle, his smile widening when Tengen sat on his other side, fumbling with his fingers. "Ah well, that's not all I did today." His statement elicited raised brows from all four of them whilst they ate, "I did some chores... Cleaning, laundry, you name it."

His three wives and himself all looked at him in shock. "What!? You didn't have to do that!" Suma fretted, a frown evident on her lips. "Yeah! We could've done them all together..." Makio worriedly examined his face for any trace of exhaustion or any sort of pain.

But his smile remained, shyly playing with his kimono. "I... well, it's sort of a thank you for being so accepting of me..." He says, eyes softening when his gaze fell upon them. "Everyone has been so kind and patient to me, I just wanted to return the favor. I was tired, sure, but with all of you in mind, doing chores became quite enjoyable." He chuckled, sipping on his cup of tea.

If someone were to ask Tengen why he liked him when he was so dull and uptight. Well, firstly, he will say that he's quite the opposite of how they view him, then proceed to proudly preach how much of a flamboyant person he was! He was full of color, it was just never expressed to strangers and such. Now that he's one of his lovers, he was lucky enough to see the bundle of colors hidden behind his walls. He played a beautiful, gentle tune, that puts him to ease. All of these, he and his wives have been graced to experience them all.

He never fails to surprise Tengen, a big grin on his face whilst he let out a boisterous laugh. "How sweet of you! Thank you so much, my dear!" He said between laughs, wrapping an arm around you and pressing a kiss on your temple, earning a small giggle from him. His wives felt the same, fawning over him and showering multiple kisses on his face.

His smile was the most beautiful of them all, a part of him that he adored the most. That's why he promised himself to make him smile more as long as he's alive.

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