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Hello! Heard you are looking for requests so here is one! How about one of the hashiras (or all of them saperated) + kagaya (platonic) x ubuyashiki daughter reader? In which reader is kagaya daughter and they are in love with her but haven't told her yet because her health is getting worse from the curse how would they react to finding her passed out on the floor with blood coming out of her mouth?

𝐀𝐰𝐰𝐰.. :(

𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐊𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 :(

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐊𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐣𝐢 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 (?), 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭-𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐮'𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜?

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐤𝐮

Kyojuro's heart would set itself ablaze, and not in a good way.

He'd run to your side, gently lifting you up and gently holding your head in his lap.

"..𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞? 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞?" He'd ask in a panicked manner.

Your only response was more blood pooling from your lips.

He'd gently lift you up, taking off his haori and gently wiping your lips before gently holding it under your chin.

He didn't care if it became stained with blood, he could get another one.

He'd only care about your health, and your ability to move as you used to.

𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐧 𝐔𝐳𝐮𝐢

Tengen's usual flashiness disappeared.

Panic would cover him, head to toe.

Once regulating himself, he'd come closer to you, gently lifting you up in order for you to not choke on your blood.

For once, he'd be silent. Not a singular word would come from him.

His free hand would gently run through your hair as he'd watch you get the rest of it out.

You could've sworn he wasn't breathing the entire time.

Because when you stopped coughing things up, you could hear him taking a long, hard breath.

𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐢

Mitsuri's heart broke as she saw you.

She would be at your side before you could even process that she was there.

She'd hold you close, whispering soft things to you as she gently rubbed your back.

She'd stay by your side the entire time.

She'd pat your back every now and again, making sure you were getting it all out.

She'd be silently sobbing, hoping you'd be okay in the end.

Once you stopped, she'd take her haori off, resting it on your shoulders.

𝐈𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐎𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐢

Obanai would freeze up, panicking internally.

He didn't know whether to get Shinobu or do something himself.

Kaburamaru would notice this and gently slither off his shoulders to the ground.

He'd slither over to you, using almost all of his snake-like strength to push you up.

Once this happened, Obanai would snap out of it before running to you.

He was trembling, but held you up, as Kaburamaru gently slithered back to Obanai's shoulders.

Fright would be evident in his eyes even after you were okay.

𝐆𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐢 𝐇𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚

Gyomei wouldn't be able to.. see you.

So he'd hear your coughing, and the liquid escaping your lips and put two (2) and two (2) together.

Tears would spill from his eyes as he'd make his way toward you, lifting you up.

He'd set his beads to the side, gently holding your hair back as he let you let it all out.

Like some of the others, he'd wrap his haori around you.

He'd feel terrible, causing more tears to spill.

As soon as he heard the blood stop hitting the ground, he'd pull you close, gently rubbing your back.

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚

His fists would tighten, and his eyes would widen.

His footing would become unsteady as a gasp released from him.

Now, he wasn't particularly... inept in the whole physical health thing, but he could tell something was clearly wrong.

A small growl would come from him as he'd run to you, gently (well, gently for him) pushing your head downward with one hand and holding you up with the other.

He sat in front of you, a victim to the blood that spewed from you,

But that was fine, nothing he hadn't experienced before.

As soon as you calmed down, he'd pull you close, his arms wrapping around you tightly as he gently rocked the two of you back and forth.

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐮 𝐊𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐨

She'd freeze up.

Despite her intellect in the field of the human body, she wouldn't move.

Seeing you like this, reminded her so much of her sister.

Instead of staying to help you, she could help but.. leave.

She ran, as fast as she could back to the butterfly mansion.

She'd breathe heavily, her mind foggy with tears pooling in her eyes.

Her body would tremble as she'd slide down the wall, stopping when she sat on the floor.

𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚

He'd gasp lightly, his usual calm and stoic demeanor disappearing.

For the first time in forever, tears would pool in his eyes and gently slip from them.

He'd slowly make his way to you, lifting you up slightly and letting you cough it up.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see his soft expression and the tears fall from his eyes.

It hurt him so bad to see you like this,

So bad that all he could think of doing was crying as he held you up.

His love for you was so intense, that it could cause him to do things he hadn't done in years.

𝐌𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐨

Muichiro's face wouldn't change.

He wouldn't know what to do.

He loved you, of course, but... how was he to help?

He watched as you choked on your own blood, feeling horrible that he didn't know what to do.

He was only fourteen, would you expect him to know?

He was trained to fight to protect humans from demons, but when it came to protecting the one he loved most?

He didn't know what to do.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐬' 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐤.

𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐧! 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡.

𝐁𝐮𝐭, 𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭!

Hello! Sorry to bother you, but I saw you were wanting OB requests, so I'd thought I would submit one 🙂

Angst/Comfort with Lucifer and Beel? (Seperate pls/and romantically). MC is feeling extremely down, her mental health has declined and she just feels empty and disconnected and she doesn't understand why? And she doesn't think anyone will understand so she goes and confesses to them about it?

I apologize if it's to much, thank you 🩷

Of course! And no worries at all, I may not answer requests immediately but I'll try! So, send in a request if you have any!

This is based in the original timeline!

Warnings ;; Bad mental health, comfort from both Lucifer and Beelzebub, (kind of) stress eating in Beelzebub's part, and (technically) alcohol in Lucifer's part, proceed with caution.

Relationship ;; Romantic

Type ;; Headcanons

Lucifer ;; The Prideful Eldest

Seeing you hurt, hurt Lucifer in response.

Lucifer clearly loved you dearly, even if he may have been a little too strict at times, he did love you.

Lucifer's immediate response to your confession was a frown, said frown being replaced with a gentle and comforting smile in the end.

"I'm deeply sorry you're going through such a time, my dear. I love you, dearly. Would you like a glass of Demonus?"

The fallen angel would ask, his voice soft as he gently looked at you.

If you said yes, he'd grab his best and oldest bottle of Demonus, pouring both of you a glass.

He'd slide you the glass, silently sitting next to you in front of the fire in his private study, that hid in the House of Lamentation's library.

He would never pressure you into speaking your mind, he'd only ask that you spoke the truth when you did so.

Beelzebub ;; The Famished Sixth-Born

Beelzebub felt his heart clench inside of his chest at your confession.

He pulled his head out of the refrigerator, looking over at you with a frown.

He stood up straight, holding his left wrist to his chest with his right hand.

His silence filled the room after your heartfelt confession.

After many a moment of silence, he handed you a plate of sweet confectionaries.

"I.. may not know what you're going through exactly, but.. I can always offer you some sweets? They always help me when I feel guilty for Lilith's passing. After all, you're the one who helped me realize that it wasn't my fault. I love you for that, so much."

Beelzebub responded, taking a confection off of the plate and taking a bite.

He continued to hold the plate out to you, waiting for you to take one.

Even if you said no, he'd find something else for you to eat.

Food always helped him, so he'll try to help you with the same thing.

"Rafah is now a city of children, who have nowhere safe to go in Gaza."

I'm Nour Alanqar, and reaching out to you during a time of unimaginable hardship. I am 26 years old, married to Ashraf Ismail, who is 32, and together we have three beautiful children: Hussein, 6, Rajaa, 5, and Youssef, just 10 months old. Our lives have been turned upside down by the devastating war in Gaza, and we desperately need your help.

My daughter Rajaa is a radiant beam of sunshine, bringing boundless joy, warmth, and love to everyone she meets.

On a dark night at the beginning of the war, our area was subjected to massive bombing. The explosions reached our home, forcing us to flee into the night, running amidst periodic explosions and searching for survival. We made our way to southern Gaza by morning, seeking refuge in Rafah.

This is our home, filled with our memories and moments of joy and happiness, now reduced to rubble. Its destruction shattered our hearts.

In Rafah, we found shelter in a crowded warehouse filled with strangers, all of us struggling to find basic necessities like food, water, safety, and cleanliness. Despite these challenges, we were again hit by direct bombardment. My husband was injured in the shoulder, and the scene around us was filled with blood and corpses. The cries of my children in those moments still echo in my head.

A fragment of what it once was, and now, what it has become.

We moved several times to places described as safe, only to face new tragedies. During this period, my precious daughter Raja contracted hepatitis, adding to our suffering.

It was incredibly difficult for me to endure these disasters, especially as I was in the process of giving birth. Youssef was deprived of proper breastfeeding and the necessary nutrition for his age. Hussein's right to education and a safe childhood have been cruelly taken from him.

My baby Youssef, whom I clung to throughout the war, running with him through the rubble of shattered homes to escape.

At an age when Hussein should have been enjoying his childhood, all his rights were taken away from him.

Our situation is dire, and we need your support to rebuild our lives and provide a future for our children. Your kindness and generosity can make a profound difference. Your contributions will help us secure safe shelter, access to medical care, and the basic necessities of life.

Please, consider helping us during this critical time. Every donation, no matter the size, brings us one step closer to safety, stability, and a chance to rebuild our lives.

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Donate to Rebuilding Live: A Mother's Plea for Hope and Safety in Gaza, organized by Nour Alanqar

Hello, I'm Nour Alanqar, and reaching out to you during a… Nour Alanqar needs your support for Rebuilding Live: A Mother's Plea for Hope

Reblog if it's okay to befriend you, ask questions, ask for advice, rant, vent, let something off your chest, or just have a nice chat.

please, please and please.

𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐩, 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐩!! 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡!! 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧!!!!

(this was meant for my writing blog, im just dumb)

I’m sick but still getting this out chat 🫡

.♥️.

part one / part two / part three / part four (you’re here!!!) / part five / ???

.♥️.

Teaching Sukuna how to cook wasn’t as simple as you expected it to be.

At first, he constantly told you about how he was the king of curses, and didn’t need to cook for himself. And then, he used Uraume, saying that they could cook for him.

Of course, being the self-centred jackass he is, you knew this would come up; but you never really thought about him.. yknow, touching the stove.

You started off simple, with Kraft Mac n Cheese.

He’ll get it pretty easily, right?

Oh, just how wrong you were.

First, you handed him the pot and told him to fill it with water. And of course, he made a fuss about how he wasn’t to be pushed around at his position.

Either way, he did it, obviously.

There wasn’t a problem there, nor was there a problem them you showed him how to turn the burner on.

“This contraption is odd.” He said bluntly, as if he wasn’t over a thousand years old.

You gave a laugh, of course, before making small talk as you waited for the water to boil.

Once the water started to boil, you helped him pour the noodles in after taking the cheese packet out.

Although, his curiosity got the better of him and he simply put one of his fingers into the water. You immediately began to fret, after all, he’s just put his hand into boiling water.

“Why are you panicking? It’s simply warm water.” The King of Curses scoffed at your panicking.

Makes sense why his baths are hotter than the surface of the sun now…

Needless to say, he’s not one for cooking.

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