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I finally had a chance to scan this set of letters written by Okita Soji. These are reprints published alongside a small booklet with transcripts and information, not originals, but they are absolutely enormous and needed to be scanned in sections, which is why I've been putting it off.

The bottom image is Soji's New Year's card to Kojima Shikanosuke, using his absolutely neatest possible handwriting. That's quite a contrast to Soji's normal handwriting seen in the two letters above it, both of which were written to Sato Hikogoro. The long letter in the center is the one where he talks about Sannan's death.

It took me a while, but I was finally able to see Okita signing his name on this. It's so difficult to make out because of the missing/compressed strokes.

word count: 6k warnings: swearing, gore, stabbing summary: near death experiences make people confess the funniest things ___

I’d love some headcanons of him confessing his love to Angel!Reader that he’s loved for centuries? Perhaps in modern times (21st century)

This idiot has been pining for you since the moment he set eyes on you.

You were an angel, an ethereal figure of divine love and everything that was good in the world and Crowley fell for you the moment he saw you.

You met at Eden. You were sent to earth with Aziraphale to guard the gates of the garden.

Upon your first meeting, you weren’t aware you were speaking to a demon.

You’d been wandering through the garden when you came across a mesmerizing snake coiled up in a tree.

“Why aren’t you a beautiful creature.” Your voice was soft as honey and your tone was slightly amused. You’d approached the rather intimidating looking reptile with absolutely no fear or hesitation, even extending your hand for the snake to inspect.

“Such lovely eyes,” you’d commented. “And your scales, the colour is magnificent!”

You had admired the snake as if it were artwork, perfectly crafted by your Mother’s hand.

Now, it’s physically impossible for a snake to blush, or show any emotion or expression at all really, but Crowley came very close that day.

When you met again atop the walls of Eden with Aziraphale and realised Crowley was, in fact, the snake you’d been doting over, you were embarrassed, to say the least.

But Crowley found it incredibly endearing.

From that point on your paths crossed multiple times throughout history.

And every time he saw you, Crowley’s feelings for you only doubled.

Of course, Crowley called Aziraphale ‘angel’. But you were different. You were his angel.

And it was something he shamelessly slipped into conversation.

“Crowley, would you mind handing me that?”

“Of course, my angel.”

He told himself that he was going to tell you how he felt, but every single time he saw you and that wretched unfamiliar warmth filled his stomach he’d put it off for another century.

You were a little more ‘devil may care’ than Aziraphale, and that was something that had gotten you into trouble with Heaven on more than one occasion.

It was a miracle you hadn’t fallen.

It was also something that immediately drew Crowley to you.

You and Crowley shared an odd dynamic. You both playfully bantered with each other which was something neither of you were use to. In Hell, anything said between two demons was malicious and rude and in Heaven, anything outside of complete obedience was classed as treason.

So for the both of you to have found someone that you could so easily slip into a comfortable conversation with was a miracle in itself.

You only ever fought with Crowley on one occasion, after which Crowley took a century-long nap to sulk to himself.

He always tried so hard to play it cool around you, but the moment you complimented or even smiled at him, he turned into a blushing mess.

Crowley is so touch starved. Hell isn’t exactly the most affectionate of places and Crowley can’t recall that last time he was touched in a genuinely loving manner.

That’s probably why you had such an impact on him. Heaven wasn’t exactly winning any awards in most comforting workplace either, but you didn’t hold back in expressing yourself.

Which meant hugs and simple feather-light touches was a common occurrence around you, something Crowley adored despite how hard he tried to hate it.

You were different from the other angels.

You were compassionate, kindhearted, rebellious and fascinated with humanity.

You loved everyone unless they’d given you a reason not to.

Which is one of the many reasons Crowley was drawn to you so much.

Aside from complete adoration, Crowley also felt the unfaltering need to protect you.

He suffered at the hands of Heaven due to his individuality and it would pain him beyond belief to see the same thing happen to you.

It’s also worth mentioning that you and Crowley were Shakespeare’s inspiration for Romeo and Juliet.

Crowley may have rambled on about how there was an ‘angel’ he had fallen for but that he could never truly be with as both your ‘families’ despised each other. And Shakespeare ran with that.

Actually, there’s a lot of love poems, plays and songs throughout history inspired by Crowley getting a little tipsy and ranting to artists about his love for you.

You don’t know this, of course.

Throughout history, you and Crowley took part in multiple activities that to anyone else would be considered romantic, but to the both of you it was simply ‘keeping up your human appearance.’

Ballroom dancing in lavish halls in the 1800s, visiting the Colosseum in ancient Rome, (neither of you were overly fond of that one), and even boarding a certain ship in the early 1910s together (but let’s just say that voyage was cut short.)

Truth be told, Crowley wanted to tell you how he felt, he really did.

He’d been dancing around his feelings and pining for you for well over 6,000 years.

But his fear of rejection had him biting his tongue.

You were an angel. One of the most perfect and ethereal creations on earth. Love basically emitted from your being. Crowley, on the other hand, was a demon. The lowest of the low. Even in Hell, he wasn’t liked and this is Hell we are talking about.

If the fear of what Heaven and Hell would do to him, or more specifically you, if they found out wasn’t enough, there was also the impending fear that you didn’t feel the same way.

However, Crowley’s 6,000 years of denial came to an end in 1945, just as the second world war was coming to a close.

Whilst the other angels turned a blind eye to the suffering the war had caused, you had not. Not only had you enlisted in the war yourself in an effort to help end the fighting, but you had also helped those that had been wounded, lost loved ones or had their lives uprooted by the conflict.

That was when Crowley realised he was completely, utterly and unapologetically in love with you.

So as the 21st century rolled around, it had reached the point where Crowley felt he would spontaneously combust if he kept these feelings hidden any longer.

So, he told the one person he’d known just as long as he’d known you.

He told Aziraphale.

And regretted it almost immediately afterwards.

Aziraphale was ecstatic.

This poor angel had been watching you two mutually pine for each other for centuries. He was the one that had been caught in the middle of all the glances and hidden smiles and he swore if you two didn’t confess soon he was going to smite himself.

So hearing that Crowley was finally going to do something had Aziraphale practically bouncing off the walls in excitement.

It physically pained the angel not to tell you. But he knew it was Crowley’s place to do that, not his.

So, Crowley finally formed a plan.

He invited you over to his flat for some drinks, (which wasn’t an uncommon occurrence between the two of you.)

And after some liquid courage, Crowley finally gathered his nerves and brought up the subject.

He was a nervous wreck. His sentences were completely incoherent as he fumbled to find the words he’d practiced so many times.

He reached up to fiddle with his glasses as a distraction.

He froze up when you gingerly reached across from where you were sitting and pulled his glasses away, setting them on the table and revealing his serpent-like eyes.

“I told you,” you’d smiled. “You don’t have to wear these around me.”

Crowley completely melted.

He didn’t exactly confess as much as he hopelessly ranted about how he’d been wanting to tell you this for centuries but you were an angel and he was a demon and even putting heaven and hell aside, he knew you could never feel the same way-

You were pretty sure that Crowley would have rambled his way into the next decade had you not cut him off with a well-timed kiss.

Crowley completely froze up when your lips met, his mind short-circuiting like a 50s TV.

He may have gotten so flustered that his wings involuntarily appeared. You unfolded your own so that he didn’t feel as vulnerable and exposed.

You pulled away and watched as Crowley’s eyebrows creased in confusion.

“I love you,” was your explanation.

The words sounded foreign and sudden as they passed your lips, but in hindsight, they were a few millennium overdue.

Crowley hesitated. “You love everyone, angel.”

You smiled again and pulled Crowley closer, his eyes sliding shut as your fingers toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Not like I love you.”

Gathering his courage, he pulled you to him in another searing kiss.

He kissed you again and again and again until you were both practically senseless.

A devilish smirk tugged at Crowley’s lips.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

You smiled, warm, happy and content. “I’m sure I could make an educated guess,” you humoured. 

“Give or take 6,000 years.”

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