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when you guys report it they ask for a link to the story thats been stolen!

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❦ Sensei || G. Tomioka [ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ] : ɢɪʏᴜᴜ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ [ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs] : sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ┕❥sᴘᴀɴᴋɪɴɢ ┕❥ᴛʜɪɢʜ ʀɪᴅɪɴɢ ┕❥ᴏʀɢᴀsᴍ ᴅᴇɴɪᴀʟ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀ! ɢɪʏᴜᴜ || ᴀᴜ

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never will be.

Anime/Manga: Kimetsu no Yaiba Pairing: one-sided Sanemi/fem!Reader; Genya/fem!Reader Additional tag: Modern AU; aged-up characters; unreliable narrator; a n g s t   &   t r a g e d y–

Summary:

Sanemi felt awful. Revoltingly so. His throat seized at the amount of self-disgust and –loathing he felt, eyes unseeing and filled with tears as he clutched the letter to his chest, cursing himself over and over for imagining his name written on the paper instead of Genya’s.

“but it’s time to face the truth:      i will never be with you.”

- you’re beautiful/james blunt

          He knew from the beginning that what he was feeling was wrong. Not because she was five years younger than him – practically sharing the same age as his younger brother, Genya.

          Sanemi’s heart, however, secretly longed for something as bright and warm as the sun, as calm as a bubbling brook, and as pure and innocent as the girl – no, woman  – who managed to return the smile on his brother’s face and his by extension after the tragedy of losing their mother and siblings to an accident no one wanted to happen.

          [Name] had been the Shinazugawa brothers’ pillar during those trying times, always spending time with them and making sure that the two would continue to function as proper human beings after the funeral. Sanemi, however, noticed that Genya was the closest to her between them-

          Dearest Genya,           How do you think we should tell Sanemi ah, should I call him oniichan already? about us?

          This was just one of the many letters she sent his little brother – the second to the last one, short and simple and so utterly straight to the point, and it made Sanemi’s vision blurry with unshed tears.

           He shouldn’t be reading this, shouldn’t be intruding on something Genya and [Name] privately shared. But Himejima-san, her caretaker, had given him the box containing the letters exchanged by the two, silently urging the grieving Shinazugawa brother to read them all.

            And so he did, but Sanemi had no idea on which emotion should he feel as he carefully read letter by letter.

            The letters were even arranged by date. Damn Genya and his proclivity for order. They really were hopeless romantics - writing letters to each other instead of calling or texting like normal people did. But perhaps that was what made the love between them flourish like faithful romances back in the old days. The amount of dedication to make time to express their feelings in writing, as well as the patience to wait for each letter’s arrival–

           Sanemi realized– knew that he should be the one envying Genya and not the other way around.

          To have found someone who shared what you felt was truly a gift from God Himself–

          Sanemi’s hands trembled violently, making him drop the box unintentionally. Pieces of paper floated down the floor, piling atop each other. He cursed himself for being so careless, for disrespecting the memories of the departed by being so fucking careless with everything fragile.

           Genya was gone, and [Name], too–

           “We believe it was a mistaken identity,” said the police. “We have the suspect in our custody, Mr Shinazugawa, and ready to file murder against –”

          “Your brother shielded Ms [surname] with his body, Mr Shinazugawa, but the bullet went through him and into Ms [surname]’s.”

          “We’re very sorry for your loss. We will contact Mr Himejima about this–”

           An anguished sob slipped past Sanemi’s lips, the pain in his chest making him curl on himself. Teardrops stained the letters but he couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t stop crying oh so brokenly for the ones he loved but left him.

           With unsteady hands, he gathered the letters and returned them in the box – by date, just as Genya had done.

           (When he was still alive–)

           A piece of paper the shade of Genya’s favorite jacket caught Sanemi’s attention.

           It was folded into the shape of a flower, carefully so, and Sanemi couldn’t bring himself to unravel it and read its contents despite knowing that it was the last letter [Name] had sent Genya. The paper looked delicate in his callused hands, and the fear of accidentally tearing it apart seemed to stop Sanemi from taking a look. It was special, this last letter – that much the eldest Shinazugawa child knew.

           Sanemi had unfolded the paper before he knew it.

           And he felt horrible towards himself (never them, no), appallingly so, upon reading [Name]’s final letter to Genya.

           Sanemi was awful. Revoltingly so. His throat seized at the amount of self-disgust and –loathing he felt, eyes unseeing and filled with tears as he clutched the letter to his chest, cursing himself over and over for imagining his name written on the paper instead of Genya’s.

          You’re disgusting, you should’ve been the one who died and not them, they deserve to live and not you, not you, never you, you weak, repulsive, pathetic–

          I love you, Genya.

          How he wished it would have been “I love you, Sanemi-san.”

fin

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Breathing techniques that have been animated so far.꒱࿐

Hey Exiled. I wanted to say that your fics are super amazing and as an aspiring writer, I want to be as good as you. Hope you are doing well.

Possible Trigger Warning(?)

This is for if/when your requests open up again, but imagine Xiao or Albedo with an s/o that’s being tortured and they’re forced to watch. Like they can’t do anything to save them and end up losing their s/o. (I mean for this to inflict pain as this is my favorite troupe. It can honestly work with anyone; I just chose these two boys because they are my favorites)

Today we woke up and we chose violence 🤝finally got around to working on this, I think it's about time I seriously manifest Hu Tao even tho I'm all fluffy lately ywy I love this community, you all give me the best brain juice ehehh Edit: Also also awww thank you for your kind words, sweetie, I'm sure you're already good in your own way!

Blood Money

Albedo and Xiao witness their S/O getting tortured... Blood, violence, the obvious stuff. And also death warning, read at your own risk. (masterlist)

With every punch sends nothing but painful regret into his gut.

His fragile and weak body was beaten into submission, and Albedo comes to spite himself over realizing just how useless he is without his Vision, how useless he would be with it either way. Maybe if he knew the things that would transpire, he would have taken great consideration into mastering his element.

The cloaked man pulls harshly at his ruined braid, forcing him to watch now in full attention.

He almost vomits at the sound of your bone grinding and snapping as they pull it back, your grazed throat able to let out a choked scream that sends shivers to his own body. For the first time in his whole life, tears threatened to spill as it forms at the brim of his eyes.

"Please..." the sword embedded in your side twists to deliver a seering pain, another scream forcing its way through your senseless whimpers, "Please... let them go..."

Your face was smacked flat against the floor, breathing heavy but barely there as a foot presses at the nape of your neck, placing a dangerous weight at your spine/throat as your oxygen supply starts to fade.

"That person right there is the reason your research has been stagnant," the one holding him down spoke in held fury as he chooses his words through grinded teeth, "Khaenri'ah needs its cure and you're here playing house. You ought to learn your lesson."

You're awfully silent and still. Albedo's sedated body struggles helplessly, breathe quickening as fear in its purest form bubbles within him. He gingerly calls out your name; no response, it only made the man put more pressure on your neck.

"No, please, stop. I was- I was on an expedition, in Dragonspine. I was sent by the Knights- I-I couldn't refuse..."

A swift, muffled crack makes him scream. Horrified and shocked. The tears are now that of a waterfall, sobs and cries for your name in hopes that you would respond. You didn't.

"Wrong answer."

Ever since the day Albedo comes walking into Mondstadt with your corpse cradled in his arms, not even the Knights had seen him walk out of his laboratory, dead eyes never meeting anyone's stare. The Alchemist is in grief and denial, that's what they theorized, for the reason that Albedo never once muttered anything else under his breath besides his research.

Timaeus and Sucrose, despite being apprentices and assistants, never stepped foot into his laboratory either. Banned, even. Klee too never had the chance to see him again, his laboratory was permanently locked. Perhaps he just needed time, something all the Knights thought.

"I'm almost done," and time is exactly what he wants. Even if you're nothing but a rotting corpse in his lab, he'll get to you soon enough. "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. I'll defy those laws for you, my love."

Xiao and the constant plague of his built up karma haunts him whether he has his eyes closed or not.

The problem with it is the fact that when it manifests, it's usually a vivid phenomenon that only he is witness to. It alarms him more than anyone of its recent manifestations, corrupting nearby Hilichurls and whole cavern of monsters, his debt is sipping and he's not sure what else it could hurt, because it can hurt anything at this point.

So when he lifts his head from his usual shackles of karmic binds, he was more than horrified to see you, his ray of hope entangled the same way. "What are you doing here-" his sudden question halts upon your pained grunt, the binds wrapped around your arms pulling in opposite directions.

The pain is slow and daunting, Xiao realized at the way your face scrunches up as it pulls more. Desperate to stop your hurting, he struggles against his own karmic binds. Yet the thousand years of burden do not relent so easily.

"Our lives are cut off because of your slaughter. What makes you think you deserve reconciliation with life after taking thousands of others?"

A bind finds its way around your throat and tightens, your grunts muffled into choking desperately for air, body writhing in an effort to pull away from all your shackles. Xiao doesn't like it, not one bit of how he struggles to break free, how powerless he feels at the current situation when he should be protecting you from harm.

"Xi..." He tugs at his left arm to angle his leg, hoping to latch it around the upper bind to pull it. What was of his composure now when his desperation and alarm is evident on his face? "X-Xiao ngh-"

Distracted from his own struggles, Xiao peels his stare away and onto your form, eye widening and moistening at the sight of red and blood forming by the junction of your arms and torso. A manifestation of the consumed festered souls summons behind your form with a wicked smile, long nails of jet black traces your flexed body while piercing at your skin as it passes.

Your struggles for air mixes in with pain raised tenfold, breathless screams for every puncture. You couldn't even look at him anymore. "Please," the Yaksha cries out in his most vulnerable, "Stop hurting them. Please... This is between you and me..."

"If you want us to stop,

then you'll have to stop too."

In the domain of his mind, only those that lingers, that should linger are the thousands of devoured, demonic souls that make up his debt. There is no room for anything else. Xiao hangs his head low and there he weeps in silence in a place where he is not a weapon, only a man reminiscent of his youngness and naivety.

Here he is no Xiao.

Here he is Alatus.

They smile.

"Xiao?" You wave your hand by his face, snapping your fingers (and failed miserably) enough times for him to finally zone out of his sudden trance in the middle of your comversation. "Is something wrong?" Your confused expression is different from his steeled, yet wide eyed one.

And without a word, he vanished from your sight. A look over his shoulder, of regret and hurt, was the last of your memory of him. In his eyes you are dead to him; in his mind your light has no place in it.

I have realized I do not want to scar you that much. Ironically. Asks spam after this so turn your notifs off after.

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Biker Mitsuri everyone. I have no regrets lol

the author of this youtube channel has recorded my fics (and is profiting off of them!) without asking my permission to do so. he’s now requesting proof that it is me for his videos to be deleted, so here is my proof that it IS me, the author, asking.

he also did not credit my fics in the description of his videos- he stated that i must have “deleted the links” to them… which, everyone can see, are still clearly up on my masterlist. endlessly and broken bones are two of my earliest bakugou works.

might want to check for your own fics on this channel as well! 

EDIT: he made my videos private, hopefully that means they won’t be reposted. i’ll be keeping an eye on that.