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For kyoka nijiku (love that woman), how would her thought process go with her beloved who, on her rare day offs, persuaded (dragged) her to crash at canvas town as a date, especially during some event where the town is bustling with stalls, food, sales, discounts and all that shii. Oh and, it would be really nice if her beloved is a maximalist jewelryholic or someone who appreciates handcraft (grabbing delicate tea sets, art material, trinkets, flowers, jewelry, etc), often clicking photos of her or anything that catches their eyeâmostly kyoka. this is just a floating head thoughtâfeel free to do wtv with this (the gender can be neutral Or female, feel free) Thank you<3
Hi anon, first and foremost, thank you for your patience with me! This weekend was a total blur but hereâs your request!! I tried my best; I hope I did your thoughts justice ^_^
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[A Kyouka x reader]
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Guys, personal request from mee, please ask me for more Kyouka, I need a way to channel my desire for herđ„
I tried my best to edit what I could. Also, I'm not entirely sure I know what a semi colon does.
Anyways, on to the ask!
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Kyouka didnât get very many days off but when she did, sheâd find herself laying next to you more often than not.
It was a thing of consistency. Somehow, sheâd find herself at your side, under your covers (or hers depending on if you were bold enough to make your way through Hell Guard HQ to find her that day), pressed against your frame as you tucked your head into her chest. For a few hours sheâd get a rest she could not find anywhere else but near you; sheâd allow herself to melt in your hands, under your gaze and touch.
Sheâd wake early, usually earlier than you, and stare at the dawnâs light filtering through the blinds or curtains. Then youâd stir beside her and sheâd turn her face so that she can study you and your perfectly mused state. Hair askew and eyes squinting in adjustment to being pulled from sleep, it was a sight she cherished.
She cherished it enough that it helped manage the flash of vague irritation that flared in her chest when you turned your face, dipping your head to hers to plant a kiss on her unpainted lips and with a voice low and scratchy you said,
âGet ready. Weâre going on a date.â
Her response would vary depending on the time you woke her up.
At 9 am, sheâd be long awake already, sitting up beside you in bed, lost in thought and deciding whether she should leave before you ensnare her in going to some obscure bazaar.
At a reasonable 7 am, she would rise from bed with a single nod and enviable grace, slipping on her robes and awaiting you.
At 3 am, she growls into the (single, outrageous) kiss you offer her but would get ready for you anyways.
On her most recent day off with you, about 3 moons ago, you woke her up somewhere between reasonable and absurd (5 am). She was no stranger to waking up then, before the sun graced the sky, so she sat upright with a sigh and listened to the water run as you showered. She went in after. A little over an hour later, you two were ready. Record time for you two considering how neither of you slacked on your appearance.
âWhere are we going?â Kyouka had asked while applying her lipstick that day, glaring at herself in the mirror with not a stroke out of place.
âCanvas Town.â
âFor the art festival?â
âThat and I need some supplies.â
Kyouka turned to you as you approached from behind, inspecting her face.
She wasnât particularly fond of the way heat slowly tiptoes onto her face under your gaze or the way she wanted you to like it. She distracted herself by becoming faintly concerned and preemptively annoyed by the fact that you might decide to ruin her lipstick (she would certainly mind. Lipstick of the quality that she preferred was hardly cheap, be mindful of that. But it wouldnât necessarily be the worst thing to happen either).
You did not ruin her lipstick. Instead, âPretty.â
Kyouka clicked her tongue and turned back to the mirror. She was a beautiful woman and she knew it well, your reminders did not serve much purpose, but they werenât unappreciated. Kyoukaâs own gaze sharpened in the mirror, she was in luck that red looked so good on her for it currently the color of her face. Very few could make Kyouka Nijiku blush like a school girl. You should be proud, she thought with a huff.
She looked at you. You matched her in your value for aesthetics, one of the many reasons she admired you. You, whatever your style was, were never haphazard.
âPretty indeed.â She muttered to herself. You could not hear it but even if you did, you knew better to respond.
Eventually, the two of you are ready, on time and not a minute later because you woke early enough to accommodate the two hours itâd take you to make it out the door.
You were insistent on driving; you even opened the car door for her all prim and proper in a way that made Kyoukaâs eyes roll. Classy. Once inside the car you hit the pedal so hard she almost got whiplash. You gave her a halfhearted apology that was drowned out by the sounds of the wind blowing past the car as you let down the windows.
Neither of you spoke much. Your eyes were on the road, one hand on the wheel, head bobbing to the newest Too Lily track that dropped only a few weeks prior. Kyoukaâs eyes were fixed on the scenery flashing by and the dust getting kicked up by your old jeep. You were so close to speeding, she didnât have to look at the speedometer to know. It didnât bother her then as much as it shouldâve.
The way you braked when the two of you arrived at your destination was equally jarring. Kyouka barked at you then, demanding that you ought to do a better job of this whole chauffeur business if you ever wanted her in your jeep again. You nod and sheâs wholly convinced you took none of her comments to heart.
Canvas Town in all its odd and whimsical glory was always a place of no restraints for those with a special talent and place in their hearts for anything creative and artistic. Which is why you fit in beautifully here. It was always a tad bit too whimsical for Kyoukaâs tastes and this day was no less.
Swaths of artists, musicians, vendors and everything in between entered the districtâs walls in droves. One after another they slipped through the Spellcasterâs seal to keep anyone with ill will away.
It was loud and cacophonous, even when you had parked a good distance away. The place bloomed with people, music and color; art, in all its forms, came to life. And you, you seemed to glow with excitement. Kyouka, if she wasnât Kyouka, would found it contagious.
See, an appreciation of the arts is not something Kyouka lacks. She has a sharp eye for aesthetics and she likes beautiful things. The crowd and constant nudging of people all around her was disruptive in her efforts to focus on each piece of art she came across.
Knowing this, you intertwine your fingers into hers, locking them so that the crowd cannot tug her away from you and make your way through the bustling masses. After the hundredth âexcuse me!â and âpardon!â you finally make it to a quieter stall (relatively). There are still people of course for there is not a corner of Canvas Town left vacant during the art festival but it will do.
âThank you.â Kyouka mutters into your ear before you pull away. Your reply is a squeeze to her hand, not lingering on it too much.
You two busy yourselves in perusing through this particular stallâs wares. Right away, Kyouka recognizes where you brought her. A jewelerâs stall. She narrowed her painted eyes on a charmingly crafted gold circlet so that her eyes did not roll once more. Of course youâd choose a jewelerâs stall. You could not stay away from the way jewels shined against your skin, how somehow gold and silver and anything so precious looked more alluring when it was dangling from your body. She could not deny that they did, nor that she enjoyed seeing you adorned by them.
She was just going to tell you to mind your wallet when she glanced up to find you already trying out a large pair of ruby studded earrings and a matching necklace. Whatever she meant to tell you left her thoughts swiftly left. She was busy admiring the way the bright stone sat against your sternum. You catch her eye as you pull closer to her,
âWell?â
âThe stones alone could pay off someoneâs house.â
âIâm going to be in debt.â You nod.
Kyouka frowns, âYes.â
You turn back to the mirror set aside for you to see as you tried items on and Kyoukaâs arm circled your waist almost unconsciously as she leaned her chin on your shoulder, admiring you for a little longer before you placed the jewelry away. When your eye caught on something else, she let you go.
You both spent more time at the stall. Your attention jumped from one item to another. Intricate tea sets, flower arrangements, shimmering trinkets of every form and fashion. You found beauty in it all.
Kyouka was always pickier.
Her attention was the kind to catch and stay.
Today, herâs caught on beautiful terracotta wind chime colored in the same blue as her youngest brotherâs eyes. The melancholic weight of that realization hit heavier than she expected it to but she didnât hold onto it for very long when she heard the click of a camera go off.
Kyoukaâs head snapped to the side, striking eyes hardening in your direction. Her hand had, on instinct, shot up to the dagger sheâd managed to hide in the folds of her clothes. You blinked at her from behind your old polaroid, pulling out the picture it produced and shaking it before setting it on the makeshift counter of the stall. It was an old camera, there wasnât much left to it but it still managed to capture anything you found worth it. You used it sparingly and yet half of the pictures it produced were of Kyouka.
âYou looked too beautiful.â You explained simply, using a soft cloth from your side bag to clean the cameraâs lens, âI had to take a photo.â
âFlattery.â Kyouka scoffed, readjusting a few hairs that had strayed from their usual place thanks to the gusts of wind.
âTruth.â You pick up the picture, smiling to yourself and then showing it to her.
She was beautiful. Kyouka herself knew that but the photo caught her side profile with just the right lighting, her dark, navy eyes glinted with appreciation at the wind chime she gazed up at, she didnât look that way often. It was vulnerable and candid in a way that would have made Kyouka uncomfortable had it been anyone but you who saw it. You tuck the photo away before the vendor, or anyone else for that matter, spots it. Kyouka is sure sheâd find it taped to your wall by your bed, or encased in a frame you made from scratch on your desk. The thought sends a pleasant warmth through her.
You two browse for a little while longer, eventually moving on from the jewelry (amongst other items) stall and rejoin the larger crowd that hadnât lessened despite the fact that it was much later now. As the two of you walk back, you take the lead, once again having yohr hand tangled into Kyoukaâs as you moved through the swarm of people. You navigated through with such comfortability, there was grace in the way you guided her through what she knew was one of your favorite places across the Ground. Canvas Town, this festival, was your touchstone in a sense, your soul rejuvenated here and herâs sung when it saw you so at peace, happy and well. Kyouka squeezed your hand, her dark red painted nails scraping lighting at the skin they caught under them. You, backlit by the dying sun, looked back at her with a smile that makes her heart stutter.
âIâm sorry,â You called back, âThis wasnât much of a date, was it?â
It wasnât but itâs not like Kyouka minded. Sure, a dinner at a sit down restaurant would be nice but it was not the restaurant that would have made it so, it was you. And you were here, your hand was in hers, secure and sure. This was enough.
âI am pleased as is.â She responds, finally being able to walk at your side, past the crowds as you made your way back to the jeep.
You hum. She offers to drive. You let her. The drive back is smooth and peaceful. The two of you return to your residence and you make tea while Kyouka brings the bag of everything you bought from the day inside. You notice she had bought the terracotta wind chime and smile. You donât mention it. Instead, you join her on the balcony with two steaming cups of tea.
Early tomorrow sheâll be off back to Hell Guard HQ, rigid and tense under her pressed crimson uniform but for now, her body shifted next to yours as your soft voices drifted from one topic to another while you watched the last bits of sunset die out.
I was rewatching avatar the last air bender with my mom, I was giving everyone in Gachiakuta their element and I came upon a thought.
Walk with me >:3
The Nijiku family being Earth nation/earthbenders.
Zanka is a bender, obviously. I mean I believe heâs canonically displayed seismic sense during the fight w/ that mud raider person through Lovely Assistaff.
(this scene!)
I think it would make sense for Goka and Kyouka to not be benders.
BUT Iâm fixated on the idea of Kyouka being a bender. Specifically, a metalbender. She uses it to enhance aim w/ her bullets.
But imagine she doesnât realize sheâs metalbending when she does it, itâs just ingrained into her so it comes naturally. Imagine that.
Please ask me questions Iâm dying to talk about this.
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