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porcelain-giyuu · 2 years

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hello I have come w another long ass ask I just need you to know that your blog is currently one of my favorites, I smile at your writing and ideas okay 💛

NS Au thoughts:

aw giyuus parenting being influenced by urokodaki and tsutako is so sweet to me. Like tsutako, I wish urokodakis relationship with Giyuu was explored more in the manga. How did tsutako and urokodaki baby Giyuu?

Isn’t it implied that Giyuu didn’t really visit urokodaki after his final selection? I see the potential for some sweet reconnect type thing, where they both have to relearn how to exist w each other and show each other affection since it’s been a while.

Aw Giyuu is so sweet, homemade comfort food and helping them fall asleep?? He’s so protective I love it.

Zenitsu and genya being being annoyed but comforted is so on point and of tanjiro and Giyuu are going to have another awkward conversation they are such beans . Inosuke showing off I can already imagine how proud he would be lol

He’s even protective of muichiro despite being in the same rank as him (now that I think of it I think the rest of the hashira would naturally be a tiny bit protective of him/ careful with him just because he’s so young) Him showing off is just icing on the cake lol. (I’ve seen you use this term a couple times, but in your omega verse what does dams mean?) I need to know how the pups collect him😭 also what do all the hashira and oyakata sama think about him joining them?

omg sanemi I have no doubt he would be meaner to Giyuu somehow like he’ll just find a way to antagonize him, either subconsciously or on purpose. Also sad too, I’d imagine it’d be hard to see his brother (or him for that matter) create familial bonds because of what happened to his family. Anyways sanemi is so funny I want to study him and his weird concoction of confusion anger and jealousy like a bug.

shenanigans?? like what op what shenanigans are kyo senjuro and Giyuu getting into???

Also Giyuu going to each of his pups houses,, he’s so devoted what a sweetie. what do the hashiras of the estates think of his visits.

and rengoku falling in love with Giyuu because of the way he parents makes me feel warm and fuzzy, I guess itd be really enthralling to be witnessing a such a warm side of giyuu. honestly I can picture them all getting closer like a big family, it’s sweet. I think kyojuro would be a big family man. Itd be good for both of them.

How does Giyuu fall in love with him back? How does shinjuro react to suddenly having all these people at the estate? How would kyo let Giyuu know of his feelings?

I love Saunnes other work, the mask one is just so 😭

It made me yearn for more ‘mask wearing Giyuu finally takes it off/ it breaks and the hashira react’ aus. I think soon will be adding to the omegaverse one with another story so I’m keeping an eye out for that, so excited !!!

I also love ‘Breathe for Me.’ by AniramLynx, it has a love harem square thing with sanemi, shinobu, and kyo, and Giyuu has a secret daughter and it’s endgame rengiyuu and I just love how they tackle omega verse dynamics, And the writing is awesome. The writing is also in Spanish but maybe one day there will be a translations because it is awesome ☺️

“Your Name” by OddlyStupidOtaku I am liking so far as well, if you couldn’t tell already, I am a sucker for good omegaverse aus, especially when they are focused on family dynamics

For the Giyuu x uzui fam au

I love the hc but that Giyuu likes keeping track of weather patterns, science and the like,. This is canon now i don’t care

I think Giyuu sharing little parts of himself and his past like the tea shop or river is so sweet. Lol at Giyuu sitting in the shadows, does he sunburn easily Somehow this suits him. I know im getting redundant, but I wish the manga added more bits of his backstory and childhood before he lost tsutako (I actually just want more Giyuu)

how does the uzui fam try to include Giyuu into their relationship? How outwardly obvious is their affection for each other?? I can imagine that the uzuis is that pda quadruple, but i think they might tone it down with Giyuu for his sake lol. aww I love Giyuu x healthy relationships, it’s the best ship imo

ANON. YIRE BACK!!! sorry it took me fucking forever to answer i got caught up in watching the entirety of camp cretaceous. it’s really fun. to apologize for taking a balls ass long time, there’s some fun dialogue/a little unpolished blurb for you 💕

i’m really happy you keep coming back. the fact that i’m one of your favourite blogs and that you actually enjoy my writing means a lot more to me than you probably think.

as always CW: canonical character death, briefly touching on shinjuro and kyojuros relationship (and all that entails) maybe a general warning for light angst. that’s it though!! have fun :-)

NS Au thoughts:

well i fucking ADORE tsutako so much actually. urokodaki and tsutako treated giyuu differently because their places in his life were fundamentally different: tsutako was his mother, his sister, the woman who raised him and loved him. she helped lay the groundwork for who is he is as a whole- she was and still is monumental in his mind. his love for her is completely and utterly huge. she treated him fairly and kindly- she treated him like her son, and wasn’t often harsh with him.

urokodaki was also gentle, but he wasn’t giyuus parent. he was giyuus teacher; first and foremost he was someone who helped guide giyuu into a very dangerous profession. he trained him to be the best of the best because giyuu (while not as hard hitting or bold as sabito) had speed, precision and a steadfast will to protect. urokodaki wouldn’t have forced him into it: giyuu took to training with his entire being.

urokodaki wasn’t always kind. there are harsh, violent lessons you must go through to become a demon slayer that won’t perish at the first clawing- the first gnash of a demons teeth is always the worst. luckily, he saw even sharper teeth hidden behind giyuus tiny smiles and soft voice.

tsutako didn’t baby him, per se, but she was soft with him. she helped him wash his hair, let him curl up in her futon with her and helped him hide the first nest he ever made. her nests were small, could fit in cabinets or forgotten cupboards- giyuu takes after her in that aspect.

urokodaki didn’t baby him. he occasionally brought him to teahouses or festivals, but he also brought sabito. he rewarded giyuu for his hard work more than he babied him.

urokodaki loves his students. unequivocally, wholly, with everything he has. he guides them with calloused hands and his hidden gentle face, hoping they get to watch the sun rise each day. hoping the night doesn’t take them.

it always had. the night (the creatures it sires- monsters made of flesh and imploding stars) takes his students; his children. death reaches for them each time.

it had taken giyuu away from him in a different sense. he still lives, breathes, eats and sleeps- he just doesn’t come home. from the brief and quietly agonized letters he sends every once and a while urokodaki can tell the night took him- just… in a different way. he doesn’t return even when he promised, at the ripe age of fourteen and a half, to do so.

giyuu is afraid of seeing urokodaki. not the fear of demons, or of death or of loosing someone he loves, but the strange type of dread that comes when you find something you didn’t mean to forget. hadn’t meant to leave behind, didn’t want to part with but couldn’t bear to hold. he’s ashamed of breaking his promises.

eventually, giyuu gets a letter from tanjiro. nezuko enjoys being with urokodaki and tanjiro misses him. he assumes giyuu does as well and implores him to visit.

urokodaki isn’t aware that his other students (nezuko included of course) have bonded so closely with giyuu. his one student who was taken by the night and spat back out. tanjiro had returned to him bathed in the light of dawn; giyuu finally arrives home on a clouded noon, years after he left.

they’re both new people, but in that singular moment urokodaki is staring down at the half-frozen child he met so long ago. giyuu looks back at him, guilt, shame and relief building tightly in him.

when urokodaki hugs him, cradling the back of giyuus head in his hand and mask tipped to the side to hug him better, he realizes giyuu is taller than him. the sun does not break from behind the clouds; but urokodaki thinks one dreary day is a small price in the face of his beloved student coming home.

He’s even protective of muichiro despite being in the same rank as him Him showing off is just icing on the cake lol. (I’ve seen you use this term a couple times, but in your omega verse what does dams mean?)

the kids love giyuu a lot but they’re still getting used to him, and vice versa. tanjiro is used to protecting and providing so having someone do it for him feels… a little bit condescending at first, but when they talk about it he begins to settle into the idea more. it’s meant out of a genuine want for his safety and happiness as opposed to giyuu not thinking he’s capable.

eventually they all settle in enough to show off, mui and inosuke (and nezuko oddly enough) just get a head start.

dams are another term for mother, usually used in relation to omegas (both male and female) and has slightly different emotional connotations than just “mom”.

I need to know how the pups collect him😭 also what do all the hashira and oyakata sama think about him joining them?

it’s all tanjiros fault, really. when mui and giyuu were recovering from their mission, giyuu was in a very hormonally vulnerable state because he had just fully imprinted on a pup who was injured while in his care. he started nesting even while his hip/leg was fucked up, and was spending a lot of his time in his nest with mui.

tanjiro visited him a lot, sometimes even being pulled into the nest beside mui because he fucking loves tanjiro (this is after the sword smith arc).

nezuko was always with tanjiro, and where they went zenitsu and inosuke were never far behind. they were consistently shooed away because “if you don’t get out of his nest right now you’ll mess him up more and delay recovery for them both! not to mention you’re all still pups and Tomioka was just newly imprinted on!” (by aoi, who didn’t notice -or maybe just didn’t acknowledge- that she was also slowly imprinting on giyuu)

kanao also frequently did shooing duty, but liked to spend time with the others while they were all there.

tanjiro saw that giyuu and mui were healing and in better spirits, as giyuu was becoming more open and warm with them (beginning to treat them as his pups) and mui was lightening up around people that weren’t tanjiro or giyuu!

he dragged genya around too, because they’re friends damnnit and genya is going to spend some boss ass quality time with them if he like it or not.

this all backfires spectacularly when shinobu catches all of these children taking a dogpile nap on giyuu. they’re careful of his and muichirous injuries, but still. she’s right cheesed when she figures out giyuu has claimed them as his: they’re his kids now and nothing will make him let them go.

oyakata was both so very very pleased to become a grandfather (something he didn’t think would happen before he died) and also quietly amused. his biological children are also pleased to become aunts and an uncle, even if their nieces/nephews are older than them.

shinobu has some confusing feelings abt it all. on one hand, giyuu is healing from being nulled and is creating important bonds with people, but in the other he keeps stealing her fucking kids/sister. the triplets, aoi and kanao are her girls. but giyuu just swept on in and started mothering them. so to be petty (and to maybe give herself a little bit of normalcy) she starts acting all Pack Alpha around the girls. and mui. and the other kids. (she’s digging herself a fucking grave. giyuu has begun to act like she’s part of the pack. she’s so stupid for thinking this wouldn’t happen)

mitsuri, gyomei, and uzui all think it’s nice. uzui thinks it’s more funny and flashy than pleasant, but he still gossips about it with his wives.

obanai fucking hates it. end of story.

muichirou and kyojuro both adore it. muichirou doesn’t remember everything about his life before, but he remembers warmth. he remembers hands that held his face and swept away his tears; the scent of home buzzes constantly in his nose- the memories from his family before and the fresh notes of his family now. he promises that he will never forget any of them ever again.

kyojuro can’t get enough of it. giyuu smiles at him, spars with him, flutters at the edges of his vision even when he’s gone. the thought of giyuu is always with him; the shape of his body and the tilt of his lips when he hums to a curled up nezuko sleeping peacefully in his lap. bathed in light or rain or fucking ash giyuu would be more breathtaking then any god in kyojuros eyes.

oh don’t worry anon sanemis emotions get explored. also his relationship with his parents, genya and their other siblings. just wait. it’ll be so fucking fun. (and heartbreaking 💕)

shenanigans?? like what op what shenanigans are kyo senjuro and Giyuu getting into???

mostly the shenanigans are giyuu coming to the flame estate and everyone either a) going super overkill in training to show off their progress, b) shinjuro and giyuu awkwardly existing in each other’s presence (bc shinjuro Knows. he is completely aware of his eldest sons infatuation) c) kyojuro attempting to “subtly” keep giyuu and senjuro from spending too much time together while still pushing them together enough for them to get along or d) some horrible mix of them all, plus other random little issues.

it’s a whole mess, basically, but they all become more in tuned with each other. shinjuro is the exception of course; he’s fairly distant with his sons students. and the pretty water hashira.

Also Giyuu going to each of his pups houses,, he’s so devoted what a sweetie. what do the hashiras of the estates think of his visits.

the hashira of the estates generally like giyuu a lot. kyojuro is… horribly in love with him, and would give anything for the chance to properly show it.

gyomei thinks giyuu is sweet- and he never actually intended to steal his student. his visits are usually timed well enough to never interrupt anything and he brings gyomei high quality cat treats as gratitude gifts, so gyomei has no complaints. (it helps that genya seems to relax quite a bit when with two extremely powerful omegas who care about him very much- he’s not scared of being an omega, but the thought of navigating it alone was never pleasant)

muichirou obviously loves being in his home with giyuu, even though he’s taken to spending a good amount of his down time in the water estate. most of his house hands are working there now- it gets a lot more traffic and now requires a lot more upkeep. he’s a tiny little pre-presentation alpha pup with a mother that he loves to impress. his collection of terrariums is no joke, and he finds they both enjoy spending quiet time surrounded by the pretty glass jars.

shinobu definitely likes giyuu; she wishes his newfound tendencies towards gaining children stopped or at LEAST slowed down though. she and giyuu get a bunch of focus for their relationship as well- i’m unsure about whether or not to keep it platonic but still with lots of intimacy and trust (like queer platonic partners- commitment and love but not strictly romantic) or if i should go the romantic route. i’m 50-50 split currently. all i know is that she’s an important part of the ever growing pack.

How does Giyuu fall in love with him back? How does shinjuro react to suddenly having all these people at the estate? How would kyo let Giyuu know of his feelings?

giyuu falls in love with a lot of difficultly, grief, and guilt. he and sabito were courting from the ages of 12-15, and had promises. they were supposed to become the water pillars together- a bonded team so strong they would embody the ocean and all her tides. when sabito died giyuu felt less like the ocean and more like an ice floe; cold dark and dangerous, isolating in strange and terrifying ways.

in some ways he never let go. even after he begins to heal, let himself thaw and crumble under the warmth of his pups love, his pack, there was always the shape of sabito carved into him. a brand of love, friendship and deep respect- but a brand nonetheless.

generally, giyuu thinks it’s a disrespect to sabitos memory to fall in love with someone else. to hold them like that in the same space in giyuus heart that he had taken. but slowly, as giyuu visits the flame pillar estate more often and watches him live (the night his crow had told him of the train is held deep inside of himself. he does not think about why the memory rests next to the news of his parents death- of his sister smoothing his hair as she sobbed and sobbed and didn’t let him see them even after the villagers helped remove them from the house.) he realizes that sabitos place can remain his.

he can keep his first love (his first everything) in the same place. he doesn’t have to throw him away to love someone again. tanjiro and nezuko don’t throw away their family for a new one- muichirou doesn’t throw away his sparse memories of a face mirroring his own for the other pups. zenitsu doesn’t throw away his grandfather or even the brother that hated him; they all just make new space. giyuu simply (read: with great difficulty and lots of hesitation) wants to do the same.

giyuu doesn’t love like the ocean- nor does he feel like it when he’s with kyojuro. kyojuro is hot embers and thick sloughing metal- giyuu feels like the moment he makes contact he’ll burst into steam. kyojuro makes giyuu feel like endless rain sinking deep into the earth. he isn’t a glacier, or a steep and deadly ice floe, but he is a man. a man and an omega and a mother and a son and his sisters little brother. he wants kyojuro.

kyojuro is both stunningly impatient and mature, which tempers his impatience enough to seem nonexistent. he’s eager and jovial and quick to move, but not stupid. he thinks things through, he just has very little shame or boundaries with himself. other people on the other hand…

they aren’t easy for him. he gets along with most people but it’s usually by accident or by saving them from a demon that would’ve killed them. giyuu is easy to speak with- gentle and quiet but easy to goad into reacting if you phrase things right. he’s competitive, resilient and so so fucking gorgeous.

kyojuro doesn’t tell giyuu right away. he can tell there is still a thick wall between giyuus heart and everyone else. the pups hop the wall often, but occasionally stumble or are knocked back. kyo very rarely even gets to climb high enough to glimpse the other side.

he speaks with his father first. it’s painful, in the way speaking privately with his father has been for years, but there is no alcohol in the room and it smells of his mothers favourite incense.

shinjuro listens for once. takes the time to watch his son, his eldest boy- a hearty alpha and reliable young man. his darling pup, who he has hurt deeply in the past and continues to do so even now when he doesn’t do much of anything. lets his sons worry and adoration for the beautiful and destroyed omega that has captured his heart wash over him. when he had met the new water hashira, he was taken aback by how fair he looked while being so cold. so dull. he had seen the grief for what it was- his wife’s death left a similar mark on him.

when kyojuro finishes speaking he waits for a moment, then two, then his patience wears thin and he moves to leave.

“that boy has loved someone before. deeply. like how you love him, like how i lo- how i loved your mother. i was ruined by her death. i’m still ruined.” he begins, not baring to look at his boy anymore. kyojuro settles back down.

“whoever they were they were ripped from him. it was probably the catalyst to him being nulled. it’s a miracle he’s not a completely blank slate, now.”

they’re both silent. kyojuro is deep in thought, replaying interactions with giyuu for signs he might’ve overlooked. he’s not jealous, or angry, but sad. he adores giyuu with everything he has, but if giyuu loves someone else he would’ve wanted them to be here with giyuu loving him as they must have.

“he doesn’t look at you with blank eyes. he did to me, and most of the other people he ever saw- like he was looking right through them. to love a man like that is almost a death sentence.” kyojuro has no words for that that are kind. instead he offers this;

“giyuu has always looked at me without malice, at least. there has never been disappointment in him- not for me.”

shinjuro doesn’t shiver with rage or shame as he usually would.

“break it to him slowly. talk to his pups and his pack, then make yourself clear. don’t expect an answer. don’t expect it to be a pretty or soft confession; he might be pretty and soft but he is far from both at once. dont… don’t wait, kyojuro. whatever you do, reach for him.” during his speech, made with tilted and rusty words of encouragement, kyojuro has folded in on himself. he knows this is the closest thing he’ll get to fatherly approval. for now, it’s enough.

For the Giyuu x uzui fam au

i feel you anon. i’m desperate for more information but since there isn’t any i’ve just been making shit up!! it’s great

they take him on a lot of dates, and spend a lot of time with him. he spends a lot of his time while not on missions in the sound estate- his house feels so cold and so quiet now. he still can’t bring himself to furnish it because at his core giyuu believes it’s not his place.

so instead he keeps things with the uzui family. he has a room with a handmade wood box inlaid with silk, which keeps tsutakos bow, half the rope from sabitos mask, and various trinkets that people he’s saved have given him. they (along with his haori) are his most painful and important possessions.

the fact that he can put them here, in this house with these people who he adores and aches for in equal measure, says a lot.

the uzuis are fond of pda, but they’re not actually too intense with it. there’s definitely a level of casual intimacy that always surrounds them, but it’s not forced or anything. they fold giyuu into the mix fairly naturally and after a few months it’s not a strange sight to see uzui just toss one of his wives and giyuu over his shoulder and bounce around. he seems so happy and it makes them laugh. they don’t have to tone things down because giyuu would tell them if he was uncomfortable (even if it was just with his expression/body language)

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tinaotaku · 3 years

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Hello!

How about yandere muzan x reader

The reader is tanjiro fiancé then muzan get angry

He tried to kill tanjiro but he had a chance to kidnap so he did

I hope you understand me I’m not that good at explaining stuff

Note: it’s alright! I understand, so please enjoy it!

You smiled at Tanjiro who is sleeping on your lap. He looked so beautiful and calm which makes your heart flutter. Nezuko is behind you, trying to braid your hair just like how Mitsuri does it. She didn’t show it, but she will forever think that you are the perfect sister-in-law.

You are a very talented lady. You can cook, sew, clean, everything that a housewife usually does it. You are also a very charming lady, you can make everyone day’s better. Even Giyuu smiled at you and shared his Salmon Daikon with you once. Don’t forget about Sanemi teaching you how to wield a nichirin blade. Deep inside his heart, you have the talent to become a part of the Demon Slayer corps but you declined his invitation.

Right now, the three of you are at the (L/n) Residence. Tanjiro and Nezuko are taking a day off from their job and decided to visit you.

Honestly, the (L/n) is a noble family but of course, you chose the Kamado family. Their warmness and kindness is something you never saw in this cruel world. You never regret choosing the Kamado family rather those pesky nobles in your town.

With Tanjiro and Nezuko accompany you on this clear night makes you glad. You finally have time to be yourself. You can share your thoughts and ideas without being judged. But all of the good things must be stopped because Tanjiro suddenly opened his eyes and sniff around the air.

Nezuko quickly leaves your hair alone and stand up. Her nice and soft eyes turned deadly. Did she clench her hands while looking at the... wall?

Wait, what?

Tanjiro looked at you, “Grab my blade, now!” You finally realized what is happening before running back into your room and taking the heavy yet nice blade in your hands.

Wait, this isn’t the time to be praise the damn blade in your hand.

You threw the blade to Tanjiro where he captured those easily.

He wields the blade while examining the small garden in front of you. “Kibutsuji Muzan! I know you are there! Come out!!” He shouted.

Your eyes widened at the name.

Kibutsuji Muzan? Isn’t he the one who made these terrifying demons? You can’t help but fear his existence.

What does he want? Why did he come here?

***

Soon enough, a war between Muzan and Kamado siblings broke. Your parents are inside, trying to hide their coward selves. You informed Tanjiro’s crow and asking them to bring some back-up. The siblings are fighting as if their life is in the line, but Muzan seems bored. As if his mind is somewhere else.

Seeing a gap, Tanjiro tried to slash Muzan’s head but Muzan beat him by punching him in the stomach. Nezuko on the other hand whimpered at the scene. You gasped, “Tanjiro!” Muzan and Tanjiro’s eyes turned into you.

Shive ran through your spine. Tanjiro is lying in the ground holding his stomach while Muzan’s eyes burned into your figure. He squints his eyes before he let a low chuckle.

“I finally found you, my Lily,” He whispered under his breath. You looked into his blood-red eyes and found a lot of emotions. Happiness, sadness, gladness, even fear. In a second, he suddenly in front of you.

He touched your cheeks, caressing it as if you are a porcelain doll. He smiled for once before kissing your forehead. “Sleep, my dear,” It didn’t take long before you fell into his arms.

***

You glared at Muzan while closing your mouth with your hands. “No, I will not eat that,” Muzan is holding a plate of curry and white rice. Sure, it seems delicious, but the curry isn’t brown, it’s red! You knew Muzan put some of his blood into it, which makes you gag imagining it.

Muzan let out a sigh before he pushes the spoon into your hands. “Eat it,” He ordered.

You shooked your head, “No!”

You have great courage just to decline his order where you can get killed lesser than a second.

Muzan thinks for a while before that lips turned into a smirk. “Eat this and seeing that Kamado sibling live or... don’t eat this and seeing them die. What do you think, dear? Isn’t that exciting?”

You opened your mouth in that statement. You then closed your eyes, thinking all of the possibilities that will occur. Whether you fell under his spell or not can determine yours, Tanjiro, and Nezuko’s life. You may eat this and not seeing them die, right?

You lowered down your hands and opened your mouth slightly. Muzan smiled in the madness before pushing the spoon inside your mouth. “Good girl,” He compliments.

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dudeandduchess · 4 years

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For the fluffy/blushy sentence starters, can I request, "I'm so in love with her, I don't know what to do," said by Kyojuro or Sanemi to either Uzui or Mitsuri about their Hashira!S/O who they're admiring from afar and are too lovestruck with them to talk to them normally (Sanemi would probably have to be drunk to confess this to his colleague lol). Thank you so much! I love your writing!

Hope you like it, bby! You’re very welcome!!! 🥰🍉

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Sanemi x F!S/O: "I'm so in love with her, I don't know what to do” (Fluffy/Blushy Starters, SFW Scenario)

Warning: Drinking/Drunken Shenanigans

The night was much colder than usual, wrapping everything in a cool wonderland as the imminent threat of snowfall loomed in the air. It provided a good enough excuse for all of the Hashira to take an odd last-minute retreat to the Sword smith village for their hot springs, and it also gave them the excuse to indulge in a bit of warm sake to ward the chill away.

Everyone had been drinking together for a while, until all of the female Hashira— Kanroji, Kochō, and (Y/n)— had decided to call it an early night. It left the men— save for Tokitō and Himejima— to their own devices in the spacious hall that had been provided for them.

However, a fun night of drinking and trading insults had taken a much more entertaining turn when the Sound Hashira had brought up one of his observations, if only to mess with the completely sloshed Wind Hashira.

Sanemi’s entire body felt overly warm from the sake— all the way from his toes and up to the tips of his ears. His words had long become nothing more than slurred sentences, and his movements made it even more evident that he was completely and utterly drunk.

It really was a sight to behold, especially to his fellow Hashira who rarely saw him in such a state.

“What’cha say, huh?” Sanemi asked in a drawl, all while lifting the cup of sake to his lips; tilting the porcelain and barely missing his lips as he downed the shot. It warmed his throat on the way down, but he paid no mind to the slight drag that it also brought with it; instead, opting to turn his full attention towards Uzui— whom was grinning so mischievously.

“I’ve seen you looking so much at (L/n) as of late,” Uzui answered bluntly, not even bothering with any modicum of politeness or subtlety as he laid his question bare. “You used to be good at hiding it. You like her or something?”

The Wind Hashira’s eyes widened at that, before narrowing as his eyebrows furrowed together in mild frustration at being caught. If he had a say in it, he would have preferred to keep everything a secret— at least, until he could muster up the courage to confess.

“Oh, Shinazugawa likes (L/n)?” Kyōjurō asked aloud with a boisterous laugh— earning Sanemi’s ire, as well as his glare.

“Shut up, I-”

“You don’t?” Obanai decided to join in with the teasing, purposely riling the other man up for his own amusement.

“I don’t, alright?” It was such a blatant lie that had everyone, even Giyuu— whom was slowly on his way to getting drunk because Rengoku kept plying him with drinks— laugh.

Normally, Sanemi would have already kicked Giyuu out the moment he stepped into the room, but Kyōjurō always insisted to keep the other man with them— so as to promote friendship with the Water Hashira. In his opinion, it was just scarring Giyuu to keep seeing the Flame Hashira in unmentionable states of drunkenness— but if he had to suffer seeing that, he reckoned that Giyuu could suffer too.

“If that’s the case, then it’s alright if I confess to her, right?” Kyōjurō really wasn’t being serious about his words— it was all for the sake of fun. And to add to his words, he pushed up off the floor and padded towards the closed shoji behind him.

Sanemi could only grit his teeth at that, feeling irritation and jealousy bubble up within him as he reigned his temper in. He wasn’t going to be goaded into admitting his real feelings, ever.

“Be sure to ask her to go to the upcoming festival in her village.” Uzui added kindling to the fire inside the Wind Hashira, which had the aforementioned man clicking his tongue and slamming his hand down on the table.

His actions had Kyōjurō stopping right where he was— with his hand ready to slide the door open. “If you like her, Shinazugawa, I won’t do it.”

Sanemi clicked his tongue once more at the jibe, preferring to ignore it because he knew that Rengoku— of all people— wouldn’t do that to him.

But the way that the Flame Hashira slid the door open had him panicking and blurting out, like a complete and utter fool, “I’m in love with her, okay? I’m in love with her, and I don’t know what to do!”

It was too late, however, because Kyōjurō had already slid the door open— only to let out a squeak of surprise when he saw a dumbfounded (Y/n) on the other side of the door.

Horror and embarrassment immediately consumed Sanemi at that; his wide eyes and parted lips making him look more like a fish out of water than anything else. “I- (Y/n)...”

(Y/n) couldn’t even speak. Her heart was pounding so hard in her chest, while her cheeks were burning with a blush— and it wasn’t because of the minimal amount of alcohol that she had consumed earlier. Her eyes were solely on Sanemi, fixated on him as he pushed himself to get on his feet— staggering a little and having to grab on to Uzui’s head to keep himself upright.

She had just been meaning to go to the bathroom, but she had overheard the other Hashira talking about her, so she had stayed by the door and listened in— only to get caught in the end.

Silence reigned upon the room, bathing everyone in such a thick and awkward air as everyone’s eyes— save for Giyuu’s— kept darting between (Y/n) and Sanemi. Giyuu was too busy trying to keep his head up, even though his eyes were already closed; if anyone even doubted that he was drunk earlier, the sight of him with his head lolling around before jerking upright was all the proof that anyone needed.

Instead of remaining quiet, however, (Y/n) took a deep breath and tried to calm her racing heart before asking, “Did you mean it?”

Sanemi felt like he had been doused with cold water at that question, as he sobered up the tiniest bit. At least, enough for him to take his hand off of Uzui’s head so he could take a tentative step forward.

“Every word,” He breathed out, silently cursing himself for drinking so much that he could even smell the alcohol on his own breath. Still, that didn’t deter him, and he continued, “I do love you, and I don’t know what to do.”

Another bout of silence stretched between the two of them at that confession, yet Sanemi kept putting one foot in front of the other— until he was no more than a few feet away from (Y/n). He looked earnestly into her eyes, trying to gauge just how she really felt about him, but not getting anything of use since his vision was hazy with all of the alcohol swimming in his system.

“Would you know what to do if I told you that I loved you, too?” The young woman offered, feeling so bold at that moment, that she didn’t even know what had come over her to say such a thing.

But she was glad that she did, because one moment she was standing there a few feet away from the man she’d liked for so long— and the next, he was cupping her face in his hands and claiming her lips in a kiss that had her body melting against his.

#shinazugawa sanemi x reader #sanemi shinazugawa x reader #sanemi x reader #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #demon slayer imagines #demon slayer scenarios #kny imagines #shinazugawa sanemi #sanemi shinazugawa #demon slayer sanemi #kny sanemi #jen writes

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v-e-n-t-i · 2 years

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Hi hi! I would love opinions on this thing I'm writing. This is just a small part of it! I don't want to give away much, but I can say it's Sabigiyuu related, and in Giyuu's pov! It's my take on how Sabito would theoretically die in a modern au (spoiler, it's heroically). I'm a writer first and apologetic second~ (also I can only write depressing things).

Tw for death, it mentions blood a few times (how fun) and it briefly mentions gruesome wounds! Please proceed with caution~

For you lovelies, I present ❝bloody tile floors❞...

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I never understood how he found it within himself to smile, as he was kneeling in a pool of his own blood, or understood why it widened as he slipped, the crimson liquid smearing on tile floors that were bathed by a menacing sunlight through windows.

I didn’t even understand after he spoke, I couldn’t hear him - or really, anything, it was all distant and incoherent, a moment moving by so silently, and slowly. I couldn’t even hear myself, but it’s possible that I was pleading with him to not do this. Maybe, I’d make myself out to be some sort of villain, by begging him to stop before it’s too late, to stop caring about the lives of everyone else and protect solely his for once.

Or maybe, I wasn’t making any noise at all. Maybe I couldn’t find the words so I just cried, tears blurring my vision and making so many shapes and colors blend together into a wretched mess, until all I could focus on, and see was the way he gripped his stomach with one hand- a horrid massive gash that bled without any intent to stop. I was convinced it was big enough, and deep enough, that you could see his ribs if you pulled the surface of the wound open. All I could make sense of was the way he trembled as he finally managed to find the strength to move from the ocean of his own blood.

My eyes were on him, as he cut every string that kept his porcelain body intact.

Sabito Ahane never intended for today to be the day he died, he watched the night sky last night with the intent of seeing another one equally as brilliant one day. “One day” was just a lot closer than anyone expected, and he wouldn’t just be seeing the stars’ brilliance once more, but also brushing pale fingers against stars that were doomed to fall. He inspired them to stay there, just a little longer.

Although, if we’re being honest, he was probably so content with his freshly dug grave because he was witness to their brilliance one last time.

His eyes always had this life to them, in spite of the way they dulled slowly over time from years of torment and dismay. He wasn’t fond of their phantoms, yet never complained about the way their claws sunk into the surface of his heart, and caused ruptures. I miss the way they sparkled, every once in a while, for me. Lavender hues that were so soft and hypnotizing before they faded and glossed over. I’d ask him to meet me at the bottom of the ocean, where time is frozen, just to see the way they were supposed to look, one last time. I’d treasure it, knowing it would be the last time.

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #sabito #giyuu tomioka #sabigiyuu #kimetsu sabito #demon slayer sabito #kimetsu giyuu #demon slayer giyuu #tw gore

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biznichwrites · 4 years

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A Dream Come True

Length: 5K Pairing: Giyuu x Reader

This is to go hand in hand with @dudeandduchess‘s accompanying post in which we had alternative endings with this fic. I wrote until the end of the smut, after which we created our own endings. Think of it as yin and yang.

If you would like to read Jen’s nightmare version check it out here.

She had filled her head with pretty lies, thoughts of soft, fluffy things that tickled her stomach like butterflies. The sight of one of the few other water breath users - the pillar, in fact - brought a smile to her face. He was perfect for the role - eyes as blue as the ocean, steady like the waves, strong like a deep current, carving his own path like a river, yet calm like the water's surface at night.

What started as infatuation became a crush, leaving her whole world centered around him. Inside she knew she wouldn't grab his attention, even if she was one of a handful of slayers at the water estate. Their rarity made them all busy on missions, there wasn't much time to see each other in passing, so she treasured every moment spent in Giyuu's presence.

Despite their schedules, she tried to do more for him. The maintenance he had performed almost single handedly was spread among the both of them. Mending his uniforms when they were damaged, even his beloved haori once. Salmon was always stocked once she figured out it was his favorite, even going as far as to cook it just as he liked. That was a mistake on her part - his glowing smile pulled her in deeper.

Still she felt her heart ache over the months. No matter what she did he never spoke a word to her, not that he really spoke to anyone else. Had she done something to make him hate her?

The day she had given up on his heart came shortly after. It wasn't often she needed help or saving, but a lower moon was a bit beyond her hope to slay. She had kept neck and neck with it for some time, praying that a pillar would arrive to slay it before it ate her. Like written from a bad romance novel, her Pillar came just as she felt weak after hours of battling, his blade cutting through the neck of the lower moon with ease.

Her knight in shining armor, so to speak. He came to save her, specifically him. Her heart fluttered in joy, tears gathering in her eyes. Maybe he would be impressed that she managed to last so long, to stay alive and keep the moon busy until someone stronger arrived. Her breath hitched as she heard him inhale, as if to speak.

"He wasn't much trouble, you should have been able to slay him. If you're weak you should know not to challenge a moon." He hadn't spared a glance her way, simply flicking his sword to clear it of blood before sheathing it. Her heart broke as he walked on, leaving her to watch the mismatched haori on his back as the distance between them grew.

***

"Giyuu, you should try to get close to others! I know it's scary but there's plenty of people out there that are nicer than the way Shinobu makes it seem." Tanjirou smiled at the elder water slayer, urging Giyuu to connect to others the way they had, at the very least.

"I'm not sure about that. People don't like me." Giyuu sat with his legs pulled up by the bank of the river they stopped at.

"All you can do is try! Didn't you want to become friends with Sanemi?" Tanjirou wasn't going to let Giyuu escape this time, even if it meant some friendly pestering.

"Yeah, I think he likes ohagi so I was going to give him some." Giyuu stared into the distance, trying to imagine the violent man attempting to receive a gift.

"What about (Y/N)? She's been nice!" Tanjirou was hoping to point out anyone who had been kind to the pillar, at least someone who wasn't filled with malice.

"Who?" Giyuu's face went blank at the name, unable to recall who the name was attached to. "I quit remembering names of most slayers since they die so fast."

Tanjirou deflated at that, finding it sad for Giyuu to view life in such a bleak manner. It felt him grasping at straws to find the correct words to express himself as he thought of what to say next.

"You remembered me before I was a slayer! She survived a solo fight with a lower moon, I don't think she's dying any time soon, you know." Tanjirou hoped the other would understand what he was saying, at the very least.

"Oh… She didn't beat the moon, though." Giyuu, like a child that was done with the conversation, drew idly in the sand below them with a stick.

"Well we can work on the ohagi for Sanemi, how about that?"

***

Giyuu thought of the girl Tanjirou had mentioned. He didn't know what to make of it all - she had survived, which is what he was looking for in a friend, but she wouldn't have without help. At the same time neither would have Tanjirou. Perhaps he was being too critical, she was still alive and kicking to this day.

However he hadn't seen her much since then. Maybe she was training more? That was enough of an explanation for him. It wasn't unusual for the entire water estate to be empty with as few of the water breath users completed the final selection, much less survived long enough to rank high enough to live in the estate.

The next time he saw her, presumably after a mission as she was returning at dawn, he recognized her more than just a name. He bit his tongue, unsure what to say as he stood on the engawa staring at her tired body limping closer. The moment her eyes caught his she glanced away, turning towards another part of the estate to rest in.

He would have questioned it more, but occurrences like this weren't uncommon. People avoided him, that was normal. Yet the way she kept herself at a distance made him want to find out why she did such a thing. Why did she hide away from him?

His breath caught in his throat one morning, watching as she sat on the far end of the engawa in a simple yukata. She must be getting ready to sleep, given most slayers were nocturnal, but he thought she looked nice in the morning sun. Pretty even.

Months drug along, her eyes never meeting his own. Yet he felt himself drawn to her. All the actions she had taken before - he hadn't forgotten them, but he hadn't fully appreciated them at the time either. She had done something for him without being asked with nothing in return. Someone that selfless couldn't be a bad person. He still felt a bit bitter with himself for being so critical with her, the same he felt with Tanjirou. Neither deserved that.

***

It wasn't until Murata and a few others had saved up a large sum of money to buy enough alcohol to drown all the demon slayers, that he had a chance to interact with her. The whole time he was tense, almost awkwardly staring at her the whole time.

"Earth to Giyuu, you there?" Really, Murata was the only one that talked to the pillar so freely, with the exception of Tanjirou. Having kept the pillar alive at one point gave him a bit of the right, so no one spoke of it.

"Hm?" Giyuu's head turned back to Murata, clearly not aware of anything he had just said.

"I was seeing if you were going to drink with us. We're celebrating a year of not losing any water breath users. I figured of anyone you'd want to join." Murata handed him a bottle, not really waiting for a response. Was it responsible for a pillar to drink? Not at all. Had they organized this with Kagaya in mind? Of course, they had consulted with him to make sure they could celebrate freely.

Giyuu stared at the bottle then back to Murata, eyes flickering between the two. "I've never drank before…"

"Now is a good time to start!" Murata laughed with a pat to the pillar shoulder before disappearing into a small bunch of slayers.

***

Giyuu had drank nearly half the bottle in the course of a few hours, but he didn't find himself relaxed. Rather he found himself in a flurry of emotions - sad remembering everyone he's lost, angry with himself for allowing his life to be ruined by both demons and his own mismanagement of his emotions, but most surprising of all he found himself jealous.

The only female slayer of the bunch was flirted with endlessly. Most of the less than classy lines were met by laughter by the slayers. He knew they were treating it as a joke, even when she pretended to be the man hitting on Murata pretending to be a woman, but he didn't like it. He rested knowing that it was all in fun, though.

His drunken eyes met hers, making her already flushed cheeks even more red than previously before she glanced away. He was happy she was mindful to wear hakama, least the drunk young men around them get any ideas.

"Murataaaaa, when are you gonna get a wife? You keep talking about settling down but you're doing a shit job at it." Her laughter was kind enough, even if she was poking fun.

"(Y/N)! You know I-I-I---! I'm trying! It's just difficult!" Murata floundered under the playful scrutiny before returning a rebuttal, "So when are you getting married (Y/N)?"

"You know I'm dying alone, don't ask dumb questions." She laughed, but the laughter joining her was awkward, quiet and confused. Technically she could pick any slayer and they'd say yes - just for a lack of women around them, especially ones that understood the nature of their jobs. A moment passed but no further comments or banter had been added to the conversation after her bleak comment. Her face heated realizing she had made a fool of herself, not that Murata was much better as he fumbled moving the conversation forward.

Giyuu watched as she tilted up the porcelain of her heated sake, taking in how her throat contracted as she gulped. Was it proper for her to drink like that? No. But it technically wasn't traditional for women to wield swords and hunt demons, so it wasn't like social protocol meant much to her anyway.

Almost silently she slipped away, padding over to her room at the far end of the estate. His eyes followed her movements, taking in the dejected way she looked. Was she broken-hearted? He didn't understand why, she was pretty in her own way, stronger than most gave her credit for, smart enough to stay alive. Maybe he was more fond of her than he let on.

After some time the men grew rowdy, playing games and raising their voices. Murata seemed to stop drinking after a certain point, clearly aware of his limits.

"Murata?" Said slayer turned his attention to Giyuu, almost surprised that he spoke. "Is there something wrong with (Y/N)? She left a bit ago."

"Oh… I made a mistake and brought up something I shouldn't have, she's probably just having some time to herself." Murata prayed the Pillar didn't press for more info, being one of the few she admitted the situation to. He was far too drunk to stop himself from slipping up.

"Is she sad?" The lower ranked slayer blinked at the question, taken aback at how simple it was.

"Yeah, she just has her ways of dealing with it - wait! Where are you going?" Giyuu stood, moving toward the woman's room without another word. Murata prayed it didn't make things worse.

***

The pillar stood outside her door, listening as her crying was muffled into hitched breaths and harsh inhales to quiet herself. He wasn't sure what he was doing with the alcohol in his system, but he slowly pushed the shoji open and closed it quietly behind him.

"Is there something wrong?" He was trying to be nice but the jump of surprise from her was clearly not the reaction he was searching for. Her hand rested above her heart in surprise before gripping the cloth in anguish.

"I'm fine. You can go back to the others." Her head tilted away, not meeting his eyes.

"I'm sure Murata didn't mean to upset you. Did something happen? Did you lose your fiance?" It was the only explanation he could rationalize why she wouldn't take a spouse when she had her choice of men flirting with her earlier.

"I said I'm fine. Leave me alone." She flopped back down on her futon, facing away from him. He wished she didn't look so pretty or the light of the moon didn't accentuate the curves of her waist and hips. Despite her words he never left, she knew at the lack of sound her shoji made when open and shut.

Rather he shuffled closer, nowhere near as elegant as he usually moved. Still he slid his fingers into her hair, finding himself rationalizing the feel of her hair with the need to sooth her.

"I'm sure you could find a husband in the slayers if you're worried about that." He didn't like it, especially the thought of not being able to freely look at her and the risk of never being able to touch her again.

"I said my plan was to die alone, it's not that complicated."

"Why?"

"Men don't want a woman like me." Her words croaked from her throat and he could help but sink into the futon and pull her back to his chest. His nose was pressed to the back of her hair and he could bask in her scent.

"That's not true." The more of her he got, the greedier he became. He wanted to remind her that the other water breath users would marry her, but she clearly wasn't interested.

"You don't know that." He felt her back trembling as she held back her distress and he hugged her closer. "I'm covered scars, I can barely fight and I'm a pitiful slayer, I don't have anything to my name but what I wear, I'm not pretty and dainty like other girls-"

Her hands covered her mouth. She was complaining to the very person that filled her with insecurities. Deep inside she wanted to hate him, but she couldn't. It didn't mean she wasn't bitter. Her love for him had soured, painting her into a corner of self depreciation. She knew this wasn't him, this was some drunken version of the man likely looking to have a piece of her.

For what it was worth, she would let him. At least it would be the final chapter to the broken heart saga of her life.

"None of that is true."

"I don't need lies to make me feel better."

He was growing a bit frustrated. His hand gripped her waist, both keeping her still and holding her to him. He was painfully aware he could slide his hands lower to grip the curve of her hips or slide his hands upward to cup her breasts.

"You're pretty. A good slayer. You're good as you are." He couldn't think of anything more grand to say, not that he was eloquent with words anyway. He prayed she understood, but the pause in her response made fear eat at his chest. Had he said the wrong thing?

"...Did you want to sleep with me?" That was the only conclusion she could think of. He was drunk and needed a body that was willing. If he was into women she was the closest one, and considering she was the only one in the estate he had to act fast.

"Sleep with you?" His words were quiet, as if he was scared to say them loud enough.

"As in sex. Did you want to have sex with me?" She was only so bold because she was facing away from him. The alcohol and bitter feeling in her chest brought up the question, but she could never work up the nerve to ask if she was looking directly at him.

He buried his face against her neck weighing the options. She was drunk, but so was he. There was no way either should do this. At the same time he doubted the option would ever be available again, especially as his attraction to her grew.

"Yes…"

***

He hovered over her, pushing in deeply with a moan. Her eyes had shed so many tears through the night, even more when he undressed her, but he couldn't help but to find her more addicting than before.

"You're so warm, oh fuck…" His head rested against her shoulder as he found himself able to thrust into her depths. "You're so beautiful, so perfect."

He heard her crying harder, moans of pleasure breaking through her moans of agony. Long had passed the attempts to calm her tears, especially when she grew nervous when he saw her naked.

He never missed her whispers of self depreciation, how she fought all compliments that slipped from his lips as he undressed her layer by layer. Even if she found herself disgusting he couldn't agree with her. Every scar he uncovered, every little imperfection his eyes found cemented his infatuation.

It was her, something so unique to only her. No one else could replicate every little aspect of her.

Yet he couldn't make her stop crying. Soft whispers of praise didn't just fall on def ears but only pushed her into further despair. Every kind thing he said only brought more tears.

He didn't miss how her hips canted into his, how her eyes grew hazy as pleasure set in - the way her lips trembled after he kissed her, the second of hope in her eyes before she turned her head away.

The soft hiccups between whimpers were never lost on him. They came at his every kiss and praise, every moment he touched her in a way she enjoyed. As if some part of her wanted to receive his adoration before becoming buried in negativity.

She couldn't deny it, either. Simply knowing he didn't despise her, or at least a part of her, both healed and hurt her. For a moment she had some value to him. She was someone worthy of his sole attention.

Rough hands graced her body, pushing her hair from her face before guiding down her neck to cup her breast, gently squeezing her nipples before tracing her scars down her torso. When he reached her hips one hand held firm while the other graced the area above where they were joined. He remembered in a haze that men had talked about women feeling good there. A clit? All he knew is that her legs tightened around his hips the moment his thumb grazed the tip of the bud.

Abusing such a sensitive spot to see her reactions was a bit cruel on his part, but he wanted to see her relieved of her tears. It was time she felt good - both in terms of sex and about herself. He basked in the moment he hands left her face to cling to the bedding below her.

Dipping down he kissed her lips again, taking in how she seemed to squeeze tighter at the simple piece of affection. Despite the fact she felt inferior he adored having her like this - seeing her broken, in a way no one else has seen before, and the ability to see her put back together again. The vulnerability neither showed the world, only shared with the other.

He shifted his hips, thrusting deeper than before. She clenched around him in ways that made him regret never considering doing this sooner. At the same time he knew their bodies fit together like puzzle pieces. Their suffering was similar in a sense, they both could understand not having any value in themselves. Had he really been so blind to her all this time?

"You're so good." His head fell to her shoulder as his hips jerked into her warmth. The man felt elation when she gave in and clung to him. At first her hands were lightly touching, only loosely circling his back. Even if he wasn't sober he recognized enough of her reactions to make her react how he wanted.

Kisses were placed to her cheek and jaw as he tilted his head from her shoulder. Her breath shuttered, her nails timidly scratching his skin as her hold grew more firm.

He didn't expect her to orgasm from such simple affection but he couldn't explain why else her core felt as if it were milking his cock. Her arms and legs tightened around him, pulling him flush against her as her face buried into the curve of his neck.

It was welcoming to hear a cry of pleasure rather than anguish. The sound graced him, bringing him to climax shortly after her. Had he been sober he would have been more mindful of mindlessly cumming inside her without a second thought. For the moment he wanted to bask in the feeling. The after glow of sex was only highlighted by the feeling on her nuzzling into his neck.

For a moment she accepted him. Someone liked him, even if he could still hear her hiccup as warm tears covered her cheeks again. He considered wiping her tears away but decided that he would rather let her hide against his chest. It was somewhere safe, where the judgements of the world that had brought her so low couldn't touch her.

Her heart throbbed at the feeling of him holding her close, even as they shifted to lay chest to chest on the futon. His cum dripping out to dirty her thighs wouldn't deter her for enjoying the moment. Regret and shame could come later, for now she wanted to accept just a grain on the validation he gave. Even if he regretted in the morning she wanted to savor the moment.

***

The next morning, or rather afternoon, came too soon. Her eyes hurt, presumably from all the crying she had done, and her body was simply tired. While she wasn't sober, she remembered the previous night. Perhaps with less clear detail than she'd prefer, but the feeling hadn't changed. Tension gnawed at her stomach as she felt the water pillar's warmth against her skin even before she opened her eyes.

Giyuu woke silently, as always, but with a shadow of a smile on his face. Not that anyone could see it, not even his bedmate. Still waking up with her in his arms was a pleasant feeling. She hadn't run away from him, hadn't pushed him away again. She had accepted him, at least for the time being.

The futon wasn't made for two people so it was to be expected they were pressed flush together. Yet neither felt uncomfortable. His back blocked the light faulting through the shoji, sparing her eyes the brunt of the light.

She had assumed the night after a half tipsy hook up would be more awkward, but the moment his fingers traced her spine she found herself melting into him and the blankets. The bitter feeling inside hadn't disappeared, but the harsh things she believed to be fact that haunted her seemed to be farther away more than ever.

Timidly she nuzzled against him, testing the waters of his affectionate gestures. Warm hands pressed against her back, pulling her into him. Her arms circled him tentatively, only applying the lightest of pressure before returning his hold on her.

His heart throbbed, feeling as if it were in his throat. While he found actions easier than words things became more confusing the more awake he became. Holding her out of some sleepy instinct seemed right, but now he was awake and aware of what he was doing. However she seemed to like it, even reciprocating of her own free will. It was a much better turn of events than her crying about being unlovable or something of the sort.

"Good morning, Giyuu." He looked down to find her peeking up at him, seemingly just as unsure of herself as he felt. Yet he didn't miss the hopeful glimmer in her eyes, the way she subconsciously held on to him. She really didn't want him to leave, did she? "How are you feeling?"

"Morning. I'm fine." More than fine, but he didn't want to make a fool of himself. Unconsciously his hand rose to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. He struggled to hold a conversation, but he'd try for her. "You?"

"I'm great. Tired though, still." With a heaving breath she buried her face against his neck as he had done to her the night before.

"One thing." Her eyes blinked in surprise, unused to him sparking more conversation. Anxiety rolled in her stomach again worrying about all the possibilities he could bring up. Was he going to ask her to let go so he could leave? Not tell anyone? Was he ashamed of sleeping with her? Yet when he spoke he sounded as if his word was final, nothing to be debated.

"Don't talk about yourself like that anymore."

***

Months passed without incident, the pair of water breath users growing closer by the day until either were inseparable between missions. While Giyuu was never a fan of public displays of affection, the rest of the estate could see the change in him.

"Is something different?" Murata whispered to Tanjirou, who was sneaking a glance at the water pillar with him.

"Absolutely. I can't tell what, but I can smell the happiness on him." The younger slayer tapped his nose before the elder took a hold of the top of his head and twisted it back to focus his sights on the engawa.

The once sad slayer, one who had given up on her heart, sat next to Giyuu with a grin that could blind the room. Even the pillar himself couldn't help but return the sentiment with a shy smile of his own. As she took his hand his cheeks flushed a pink tone, as if that had been the most indecent thing they had done thus far.

"Good morning, Giyuu." Lips pressed to his blushing cheek, same as she had done every day since they agreed to be together shortly after their drunken, steamy night. His cheeks plumped with the happy smile before returning to a simple content expression.

"Good morning, dear." He couldn't deny it was odd at first, but receiving her affections had become the highlight of his day. Even if he was too shy to return them all in the public eye, he held her hand more firmly as a silent promise to grace her with the love she gave him later.

I'm the distance the lower ranking slayers looked on in surprise. Murata, who had a notion of what happened, soon wiped his face of shock to replace it with comical tears of joy.

"She did it! Tanjirou, she did it!" Murata shook Tanjirou's shoulders in excitement, not mindful about being caught in the moment. "She finally got him to break his shell. Look at them! Oh my-"

Murata's mindless blubbering went on and on, while Tanjirou sniffed the air. Something was different, a familiar scent but he couldn't quite place it. Wait, was she-?

"Giyuu, I actually needed to talk to you." Tension rose in him as his lover said that, but her demeanor was not the same style of tense. Rather she seemed a bit anxious but not angry or upset. His hands held both of hers, as if there were a silent plea to not leave. The shy upward curve of her lips soothed him.

"I don't really know how to say it more eloquently, but…" Her hand took his, pressing it to her stomach. "We're going to be parents."

Below his palm he could feel the fabric of her yukata and the skin below. It was firmer than he remembered, likely from their child growing within.

"You're really…? It's mine…?" His eyes were wide, jaw slack as he pressed both hands around her stomach, even if it hadn't grown much yet. Perhaps that's how he hadn't noticed before.

"Of course, I haven't been sleeping with anyone but you." She laughed to herself as he all but slid off the engawa to sit on the ground and become level with the child growing within her. Idly her hands traced through his hair as his eyes bore into her form.

"I'm going to be a father." The whisper was almost silent, meant for her ears only.

"You'll do wonderful, sweetheart." Her pet name for him made his cheeks turn bright red. Immediately he ducked to hide his face against her stomach. Her arms circled him and held him close, lightly scratching at the hairs along the nape of his neck.

After a moment he glanced up at her. His heart swelled, bubbling in his chest in a way he couldn't describe. Never before had he felt so strongly, so intensely. Rough hands reached for her own again, intertwining their fingers as they did so often before.

"I love you." The words poured from his mouth before realizing it. "Marry me."

Bonus:

"That scent, she's pregnant." If there was anyone that could recognize the scent of a pregnant woman, it was Tanjirou. After all he had spent most of his childhood with his mother pregnant.

"Tanjirou! We're going to be uncles!" Murata began to sob on Tanjirou, happy tears running down his face like a waterfall. "Oh my God, we're going to have a baby at the estate!"

Tanjirou laughed to himself as he watched the soon to be parents in the distance. Other than the scent of pregnancy he could smell their happiness. A couple of people, so defeated by the world, could find happiness together.

If that wasn't poetic, he didn't know what was.

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rakuraiwielder · 5 years

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the you under that porcelain skin

Under the moonlit sky, it is her sister’s smile that reflects back. Giyushino

For GiyuShino Week. Day 5: Moon

A Kimetsu no Yaiba Fic / No manga spoilers.

Also on A03

Foreword:

this ended up being more of a character study of shinobu halfway through lmao

Shinobu does not remember much of her sister besides the joy and warmth of her smile and laughter the days before her death. It was easier to think of it that way; Kanae was always cheerful, always hiding her despair and sadness away, unwilling to share her burdens to even the most willing of her family. Too kind, too kind -something she can never be, something she must be now- until it had caused her final moments to be nothing but sorrowful. Yet even then, she had still smiled.

(She thinks she might have envied her about it a long time ago. Forgiveness and kindness had never come easy to her no matter how much she tried. But that too is now a distant memory, fogged and forgotten by tragedy.)

Shinobu imprints that visage of her in her heart now, pushes away the thoughts that Kanae could ever be angry or sad, and soon she forgets about it all; that her sister was anything more than the kindness she was, serene and gentle and fair. Kanae was only human, but just once in the throes of her anguish Shinobu wants to be more than selfish, wants to carry the torch of her sister’s legacy and have her be remembered as nothing less but a gentle soul, sweet and sharp like a rose’s thorns.

If the spirit of Kochou Kanae could continue to bloom, strong and undying like crocuses after snow, then the old Kochou Shinobu need not exist, simmering anger laid smooth under ever-budding weeds and green shoots. The corps would always need a Flower Pillar, and if all she could do is sow the seeds for the garden to grow again, then-

(After her life ends, Shinobu cannot look at Kanao those first few months without feeling guilt and bile rise in her throat. I’m sorry, she thinks, I’m sorry I have failed you-)

Perhaps this was a vice; the way she projects and tries to bury herself under the legacy she thinks she must be. But grief is a fickle thing, and the way it froths and twists at her heart leaves her stubborn enough to think otherwise. It is a naive thought. But still she thinks this, and begins to piece together the semblance of a smile into the image of a bygone time she holds dear.

Time passes; days and months and years. Shinobu takes her place as Pillar and imposes more duties than one can manage on herself. She amasses her poisons and her clinic and her girls, pushes herself further beyond even as the layers of her mask grows. She cannot afford to drop the demure curve of lips she paints for herself, even on the days her bones ache and she has killed so many demons she can’t tell if the emotions bubbling within her are the product of exhaustion or mindless vengeance.

The day she realises it is Kanao who flourishes under the flowers’ touch the part of her that flares with pride also aches with bittersweet warmth. She had to excuse herself, disappear into the far ends of the gardens to go searching for blissful silence.

(She does not cry, but it is a long time before she can will the hot white throbbing of her chest down and allow herself to face the estate again.)

She must remember, because she is the only one who can. To take that smile and kindness onto her own so that she may preserve the last piece of her sister in this world. She must remember, and that’s why she forgets at all; the painted mask now stuck on her face, haunting whispers going unheard as she continues her days.

(Kanae’s final wish. What was it? She swore she wouldn’t forget. -She hasn’t.- And yet the edges of her memory and personal impressions had blurred a long time ago.)

Shinobu takes another look down at the water’s surface. Under the moonlit sky, it is her sister’s smile that reflects back.

It starts like this; Oyakata-sama pairs her up with the Water Pillar for a mission.

Shinobu has seen him before, a quiet taciturn man who always skirts the edges of their mismatched group when they were required to attend their regular Pillar meetings, much to the ire of most of their company. She has yet to have the chance to chat with him personally, but even she understands that Tomioka Giyuu was a difficult one; distant and silent, refusing to participate in their get-togethers unless forced by their Master.

Just by the way he holds himself, it was no surprise he was not well liked by most of their peers. But she wants to believe in more than first impressions, so as they exit out of the mansion’s enclave carrying the weight of their next objective she twists to look at him, feet planting themselves on either sides of his path.

He pauses, looking down at her, and she curves her mouth up as she meets his gaze, feels slightly vexed that she had to stretch her head higher to find his eyes.

"Hello." She smiles, smooths her features into politeness. “It seems that we hadn’t had the chance to properly introduce ourselves yet, have we? My name is Kochou Shinobu, the Insect Pillar. I hope we can work well together, Tomioka-san.”

As expected, he does not answer immediately, lips pressed taut together as his eyes dimmed and shift away. Shinobu waits, waits some more, feels a tic rise to her temple after five minutes when she realises he was probably not going to say anything back.

“Hey..” Her smile hardens, turns chilly. “Did you hear me?”

The Water Pillar, ever reclusive, continues to resist, and Shinobu feels irritation flare through the nerves of every one of her clenching fingers. How rude of him, it was only polite to answer back when someone introduces themselves, holier than thou attitude or not. This was troublesome, she thinks, wonders not for the first time if his deadbeat mannerisms would compromise the mission, wonders again what their Master had been thinking.

She is so caught up by her misgivings she barely hears him, his throaty mumbling a ghost of an echo as the breeze blows his words away. She hums as it dies down, holds her own contradicting expression with unnatural poise.

“Excuse me?”

“--ate. We are going to be late.”

“Ah, so you do speak.” And still not a proper response. In fact, Shinobu was growing more incensed by the minute.

His brow furrows, but he does not look chagrined or insulted. He didn't look like he emoted much of anything at all. Maybe he was just an airhead; that would certainly explain why. Her finger rises, pokes the side of his haori before she can really take notice of it. Tomioka Giyuu’s eyes widen at that, but before he could open his mouth-

“You are kinda daft, aren’t you? No wonder nobody likes you.” She says, laughs with mock amusement as she finally relents and leaves his space, oblivious to the small twitch of his shoulders. The next time she turns back her smile was gone, the light in her eyes dark. Her partner, for the most part, held the same blank stare as before.

They do not speak for the rest of the mission, all swift and fleet-footed as they travel to their destination under the last visages of a setting sun. It was brisk and methodical; and under the light of the full moon hanging above them the demons fall even easier to their blades.

Later, after they have cleaned up and the sun rises again to burn the last of the demons’ remnants away, Shinobu notes the efficiency they have, thinks back to how each swift cut of his technique never obstructed the way she used hers.

It irks her more when she realises they work well together.

They have good synergy. It is the only reason Shinobu could justify why Oyakata-sama would persist in sending them on longer and longer missions. The more often they return with remarkable success, the more often Oyakata-sama continues to send them for more missions together. And even these have been increasing in frequency lately, what with the recent outbursts of demonic activity on the rise.

She doesn’t quite know how to feel about that. Tomioka Giyuu pushes all her buttons, irks her in ways she doesn’t quite understand. Yet she cannot help but reach out to him every time. It helps that the man was easy to tease; a fault of his own really, with how infuriatingly unresponsive he could be. She cannot know when to stop when he won’t say so.

(But in time this too, she finds she does not come to dislike.)

Perhaps it is because they are similar in ways, wearing masks, burying emotions. She doesn't know what kind of past he must have, doesn’t care to ask -they all have their own secrets and burdens to keep-, but she is sure he has the luxury to choose, be who he wants to see reflected out to the world. It would be enviable, if Shinobu doesn’t find it its own sort of burden.

(And yet she looks at him anyway and thinks You remind me of who I want to be. A truly naive thought.)

Shinobu has been wearing her sister’s face for so long that she has even forgotten parts of herself, yet it is around him that she finds herself thinking it would be alright to drop her composure a little, if only by accident. It is embarrassing, but Giyuu has a knack for making her revert back to her old habits. If not anger, then little spurts of irritation and pettiness from times long past. If not serene calmness, then the small, childish pokes and jabs she would give him, guileless of intention other than it being in the spur of the moment.

It is odd and just a little pathetic, she thinks when alone, that she would feel more like herself in ages during these moments spent together than anywhere else. Regardless, none of it was ever unkind; she makes sure she never goes too far, whether it seems like he minded or not. It was hard to get a good read on him at times, no matter how disorientingly alike they seemed to be.

It happens slowly, gradually. She doesn’t notice at first. But Giyuu too, loosens after a time, lets fall some of the layers that made the front he keeps himself behind. She feels it in the way he would start to supply answers to her mindless prattling, the way his shoulders would slack minutely when she joins his side during Pillar meetings while everyone else eyed him from far away. The realisation that he feels comfortable around her pleases her more than it should after the initial revelation fades away.

Shinobu wonders when exactly she had started to unironically enjoy his company.

They get caught in a rainstorm during the tail end of a mission. It had been a freak accident; the weather clouding over as quickly as it had been clear. Droplets pelt on them, sharp and ice cold as they run down the direction towards the nearest Wisteria house. Shinobu feels the ends of her haori snag with rain, the cloth turning heavy as it plasters uncomfortably over the exposed skin of her neck and wrists. She could barely breathe as it is, water getting into her nose with every breath she takes.

The downpour grows heavier the longer they run, sends mist swirling into the air and turns their surroundings a blurry white. If not for the way Giyuu’s equally soaked haori would periodically slap against hers as they shift closer in formation, she fears she would have lost sight of him under the white torrents long ago. A rather anticlimactic end to an otherwise perfectly smooth mission, but she can find no humour in that thought now.

Just as she thinks the poor visibility has ensured them all but lost, the rain lightens, lets up. Then, fleeting like the touch of a butterfly’s wing, it ends, leaving them soaked to the bone. Beside her, Giyuu comes to a slippery stop to give a cursory glance at their surroundings. Begrudgingly she does the same, feels the soaked layers of her clothes hang heavily over her shoulders as she resists a shiver.

A glance at him shows he was barely faring better, shoes squelching as water drips in erratic rhythm from the ends of his two-piece haori. The ends of his ponytail droop sadly, messy strands of hair wet and tangled as he does a poor man’s attempt at squeezing the water out of it. It brings her no comfort to know the state of her hair was in all likelihood the same.

Shinobu bites back a sigh, turns inward to stare at the ruined state of her clothes as she tries to blink the water from her eyes. They were both waterlogged, looking more or less like a pair of drowned rats. Truly a miserable state of affairs. The butterfly pin on her head was sagging; she almost considers plucking the pin off entirely to pick at her mangled strands when she hears Giyuu sneeze.

The noise breaks the torpid silence, and when she glances back at him there was an almost petulant cross-eyed expression on his face. Was he.. pouting?

It was so unlike him that the sight makes her chuckle. His gaze snaps to her instantly, blurred and squinting as the rain on his lashes falls into his eyes. She almost takes pity when he flinches and a shiver wracks his spine, but the damp, irritated part of her that ached from the chill had all but swallowed the meagre restraints of her self control that longed to poke fun at him.

“My, Tomioka-san,” she drawls, feeling both a little malicious and guilty. “Was that a pout I just saw? Could you be sulking?”

The tired doneness in his eyes find hers when he looks up from his fingers, as though in disbelief. Nevertheless his face remained disappointingly neutral, and Shinobu feels glee as she pushes on with her challenge. It was a bit between them at this point after all; her constant one-sided teasing to prompt a reaction out of him.

“And here I thought you’d be in your element, being the Water Pillar and all.”

He rolls his eyes at that and she resists the urge to snort back, smile growing wider as he continues to remain silent. It was getting harder to keep a straight face when she was halfway through her scheme. He does straighten up though, holds his previously slumped shoulders up properly as he adjusts the damp haori over his arms. The sight was strangely endearing.

“Such a child. Must I praise you for a job well done?”

His expression finally quirks. Please don’t, his face seems to say, but she merely laughs at his discomfort and feels the culmination of her attacks land with gentle grace, soft like the gentlest breeze.

“You did well, Tomioka-san.”

Shinobu holds his gaze for no longer than she needs to deliver her sincerity, does not allow herself the luxury of seeing his expression before she turns away, dismissive, and makes to trudge down the dirt road. She might have gone a little too strongly on him; best to have him keep his pride, lest he really starts to ignore her on their last leg of the journey home. The clearing skies were making way for sunlight, and a sliver of warmth tinges her fingertips as she raises her hand to grasp the tiny beams--

“Kochou.” Giyuu’s voice, quiet and almost swallowed by the squish of mud under her feet, echoes back. She stops, eyes widening in surprise. Yet she does not turn around, instead angling her head back as she stares at the path before her.

“You.. did well too.” He wavers at the end, unwilling to join her just yet.

It is enough. For a moment her mouth trembles, and her painted smile splinters apart.

Things become much easier after. Shinobu cannot pinpoint when exactly it begins, but Giyuu starts to reciprocate her advances a lot more, responds to her jabs with tolerant gestures of his own. It delights her to no end; she didn’t think she would have so much fun since he became more receptive to her, even if most of the time he’s refuting the mock insults she throws his way.

He is awkward enough as it is, and when she tells him so, the flicker of offense and subsequent defiance he shows almost sends her into a laughing fit. All the more so when he had attempted to deny yet prove her exact point with every action thereafter during a pit stop at a town’s diner.

It becomes a constant cycle as they grow closer, more comfortable, even as the battles they wage grow ever perilous. The walls don’t come down completely, but what Giyuu lets her see and conclude within the cracks is enough. She understands, because it's not something she can readily share herself.

Still, that gesture meant more to her than he would ever know.

He is waiting for her in the gardens when she returns, arms crossed and gaze distant as he stares over flitting butterflies by edges of the koi pond. Shinobu does not notice him at first, gaze fixed on the full moon in the sky as she wanders the paths leading to the back gates of the mansion, thoughts mulling over the private conversation Oyakata-sama had seen fit to bestow upon her after their initial debrief. The Water Pillar had excused himself without preamble before their leader could even look at him, and she had thought that would be the end of it; they had been given new orders, but it would be days before the messages via crow would come and they would require to meet again.

He would be long gone before she even took a step out of the wooden terrace; it wouldn’t be the first time his speed at disappearing after their mandatory reports amused her to no end. He has no reason to linger, even more so this late at night. There are things he must want to do, places to head for for whatever business he was inclined to have.

So it bemuses her more than anything when she ambles forward and absentmindedly tilts her head up to glance at swaying wisteria, only to catch the mellow yellows of his mismatched haori glowing under the reflected moonlight off wisteria and pond.

“You are still here.” Her words were laced with surprise, murmured out before she could stop herself. He has never stayed back before. The wings of a butterfly blink past her vision, distracts her gaze from taking the sight of him in.

Giyuu turns to look at her fully, dusky eyes blinking puzzlement as he purses his mouth. Now that she thinks about it, she wonders if he had a home to go back to. But ah, that sort of thinking fast approached touchy territory; Shinobu shakes her head, banishes it away before the train of thought could become part of her business.

“Should I not be?” He says back, tilts his head in a matter she swears has intent but for the life of her she cannot understand.

It would have ticked her off if she wasn’t actually expecting a verbal response. Instead a snort escapes her mouth, followed by laughter, peals of disbelief hidden behind her hands. Giyuu furrows his brows, nonplussed, but that only serves to make her laugh harder. How strange, that his actions tonight did not line up with the man she thought she had a pretty good grasp on. It must be the long night, for even she finds senseless amusement in struggling to make sense of their circumstances, tiredness creeping onto the edges of her consciousness as the aftermath effects of both battle and travelling begin to kick in.

She does not deign him an answer, instead turning to stare at the moon’s reflection across the water. Its image wavers ever so slightly, rippling harder when a light breeze stirs. There were a lot more butterflies than she realised, purple wingbeats fluttering as they pressed against the closed petals of lotuses and draping wisteria. Like this, shielded beneath the blooming trees and surrounded by only the night’s quiet, it feels very much like a gentle tranquility.

Shinobu closes her eyes and steadies her breathing, thinks she understands why he would look in the distance in such a way. She can hear movement beside her, the soft shuffling of footsteps and fabric as the Water Pillar nears.

“Kochou?”

In the quiet lull she hears him prod, and for a moment her heart stops.

Her eyes snap open as an inexplicable feeling runs down her spine; a sharp jolt of realisation spreading twofold even as she remembers one thing and fails to grasp another. She almost doesn’t want to face him, to feel the fragile bubble formed from words break.

(Ah, she remembers now; it was her genuine smile that Kanae loved.)

“You should have just told me, Tomioka-san. No one can read thoughts you know.”

How odd an expression he has on his face. Shinobu wants to laugh. If she had known him any better she would say he felt embarrassed. He really was a funny sort of person, not that she dislikes it.

“Shall we?” She says, feels the curve of her lips curl into something less bygone and more her. She welcomes it, lets it droop with mirth and exhaustion and something more real.

“Let’s go.”

They leave together, twin pairs of footsteps silent through the bamboo forest. (Towards the estate. Towards her home.)

Shinobu hesitates only once, glancing back at the water’s edge to catch the moon again. This time, the smile that ripples off the pond is no one else’s but her own.

A/N

i love kochou shinobu and wish her all the happiness in fics and art that canon won’t ever give thanks gotouge-sensei

#giyushino #kochou shinobu #tomioka giyuu #giyushinoweek #kimetsu no yaiba #Property of the Rakurai #writing #yall i love shinobu so much

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knybits · 4 years

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A Murder of One

Chapter:

Summary:

Akiko can see ghosts

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The first time Akiko saw a ghost was with the Kamado family.

It was only for a day, and he didn’t say anything.

All he did was stand behind Tanjirou, and kept his eyes on Akiko.

“Tanjuro-san,” Akiko tugs on his haori with her small hands, cheeks still round and wide with innocence. He smiles down at the girl, having taken some time to stand for the day so that he could move himself to the front entrance of the house.

“Hm?” He wonders, and with her hand still clutched to the hem of his haori, she points to Tanjirou, who helps Nezuko and his mother with the laundry.

“Over there,” she says, eyes unblinking. “There’s a stranger with Tanjirou.”

Tanjuro laughs, setting a hand on Akiko’s head and ruffling her hair.

“Perhaps it’s just the spirit of the mountain guiding Tanjirou. No need to be afraid.”

So Akiko thinks nothing of it, nodding her head and rushing over to Tanjirou to help with the laundry. When the man moves his attention to Akiko, she smiles and waves her hand at him.

He blinks, perhaps in shock, but almost as soon as it appeared on his face, his usual stoic mask falls into place. He offers Akiko a nod, and she giddily returns back to the task at hand.

“Were you waving at a bird, Akiko?” Tanjirou asks, reaching up to hang a sheet.

Akiko sings to herself, off pitch and horrid, but she’s happy. Tanjirou pouts when Akiko holds a finger to her lips.

“Secret!”

She sees the ghost till near night fall deep in the woods, where all of the younger siblings beg to stay outside a little longer to play.

Tanjirou gives up, sighing and nodding his head per their request and everyone cheers. But when he looks over to Akiko, he finds that her face is troubled.

“Hm? What’s wrong?”

The man behind Tanjirou is shaking his head, and he points in the direction out of the woods and to the house.

“I think… we should go home…” Akiko mutters under her breath. Takeo’s jaw drops and he starts to complain loudly, and even Nezuko looks disheartened with Akiko’s sudden objection to continue playing.

“Mmmm… I think Akiko’s right! We can play with dad back home, right? It’s getting too dark for us to see anyway, right? What if we get lost on our way back?” Tanjirou slips his hand into Akiko’s, and the tension in her shoulders relax ever so slightly.

He can smell the fear off of Akiko, and though she’s been avoiding his gaze and looking over his head the whole day, Tanjirou decides not to think much of it and trusts that Akiko will be back to normal the next day.

He scolds Takeo when he decides to pout on the way home, but Nezuko talks excitedly with a couple oranges in her kimono to present Kie and Tanjuro with. She and Akiko swing their arms between each other, hands interlocked as they laugh all the way home.

Two days later, Akiko has to go back to the main estate down the mountain. Upon entering the village, she hears rumors that makes her feel glad that everyone got out of the woods before it was completely dark. Apparently, hunters in the mountains were torn to shreds by wolves.

Or, that was the story.

Looking back on it now, it was probably a demon.

And right now, seeing the ghost by Tanjirou’s bedside isn’t a good sign.

It’s been a few days since she’s returned from Tokyo, and patients haven’t arrived for a while so Akiko has been tending to Haruki for the time being. With the new technology she’s received, she knows that his brainwaves are faint, but they’re there.

At any rate, Akiko doesn’t know what to do when she sees the ghost by Tanjirou’s bedside.

Now that she’s grown up, she can see his face much more clearly now. Actually, there are two men. She assumes that it’s because her eyes have evolved to something inhuman, but with the way she works she can only be thankful.

One of the men’s hair is long, tied up into a ponytail. There’s a scar similar to Tanjirou’s on his forehead, though the ghost has a larger scar shaped like flames.His eyes are uninterested, sure, but they hold a certain warmth that brings Akiko at ease. There’s a katana at his waist, and Akiko assumes that he’s a passed away demon slayer.

The other man has long hair as well, but not as long as the one with a katana by his side. Instead, he looks much more like Tanjirou, just grown up. He doesn’t have a katana, and Akiko only grows curious to the relation he has with Tanjirou and the other demon slayer.

She watches as the one without the forehead scar places a hand atop Tanjirou’s forehead, and when she steps into the room he looks up at her before smiling. He probably already knew she was nearby and only looked up to acknowledge her presence.

“You’re back,” she states matter of factly. The man with the scarred forehead bows his head to Akiko.

“If you’re going to take him away I won’t let you,” her tone of voice doesn’t waver. She walks up to Tanjirou’s bedside, leaving the usual glass of water and changing out his vase of flowers for the week.

The man that looks like Tanjirou laughs, but no noise comes from his mouth. With his other hand, he waves it around as if to say “we won’t,” and Akiko shrugs her shoulders.

“I just have to make sure. Tanjirou is important to me. If you take him away…” despite her eyes gleaming bright like the sun, the man places a hand above his katana at the sight of Akiko’s poisonous look.

Not like he can do anything anyway.

Akiko sighs to herself, opening the window to pour the remaining water out of the vase and allowing fresh air to breeze in. She can only think that the men being here is a good sign.

Mountain spirits, right?

“Akiko?” Zenitsu’s voice brings her attention away from the two ghosts and she rolls her eyes at the blonde.

“Did you get another splinter?”

“How rude!! ...Yeah.”

“Deal with it yourself. If I touch it I might make it worse.”

“AkikO PLeaSe!!!” He begins to cry, throwing himself at her feet and begging Akiko to help him with his small splinter.

She rolls her eyes, hoisting him up and tugging on his ear as she walks out of the room. When Akiko looks back, she sees that the two ghosts are gone, and she purses her lips, hoping that they won’t do anything extreme to her fiance.

Zenitsu looks at her with worry, clutching his ‘injured’ hand, “By the way, I heard you talking… Who to?”

Akiko looks down at his dragged form, an eerie smile on her face as she creakily sings, “Oh y’know… Ghosts.”

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Akiko sees the castella before she sees Goto.

It’s been two weeks since the ghost incident, and nothing has happened to Tanjirou. His vitals remain unchanged, but ever since Akiko has received the brainwave machine, she’s been able to pick up on brainwaves as well.

Tanjirou’s would act up every once in a while, but only during his sudden bouts of fever, so she has to assume that the fever is making him go haywire. But the past few days have been peaceful, and Akiko is finally at peace knowing that Tanjirou will be alright.

She smiles and Goto lazily waves a hand at the doctor before she comes running up, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she asks, “For me?”

Goto scoffs at her uncanny antics before pulling the tray away.

“No,” he rolls his eyes, “They’re for your fiance.”

Akiko blinks owlishly, “He’s awake?”

Goto shakes his head and Akiko’s chest feels heavier, her shoulders sagging under the weight. But she shakes it off quickly and tries her best to smile at him instead.

“Well, I thought that since his nose is super human he might be able to smell the castella, and then maybe he would wake up?”

“Goto you’re… You’re a real work of art, I’ll give you that.”

Goto bumps his hip against her and she kicks at his leg in an attempt to trip him, but Goto wouldn’t have it any other way.

The two catch up with what’s been going around in the past few months, exchanging stories and whatnot of the Pillars and what they’ve been doing recently.

Akiko learns that Miyuki has been spending more time with Sanemi, though it’s more like they’re spending time yelling and teasing each other at nearby restaurants (and eventually getting kicked out of them).

Chiyo has been travelling with her baby sister (who is no longer sick, which is a relief) and has bumped into Giyuu a few times. Surprisingly, Giyuu is good with Ayame. Any other baby or animal and he’s screamed and bitten at though, and Akiko chuckles at the news.

Genya and Himejima have been training hard and Genya is set to go to the swordsmith village to fix his guns again. Akiko raises her brows at Goto, and he sighs at the fact that he now has to run over to Genya and remind him of his monthly check up with Akiko.

Iguro is being a pain in the ass as always and Mitsuri has been enjoying her time in Hokkaido eating their apples. Uzui is at home resting with his wives and Goto just recently helped to ship a box of jewels to his mansion, so Akiko has to assume that he plans on being as flamboyant as ever.

When Goto asks about Shinobu, Akiko can’t help but purse her lips. But she’s quick to smile, explaining how Shinobu has been working as hard as ever and telling Goto to thank the other kakushis for regularly shipping packages to the Butterfly Estate.

Akiko squints her eyes at the broken porcelain pieces in front of the hospital ward’s doorway.

The words “Clean this shit up,” seem to write themselves on Goto’s face and Akiko can tell that her face must hold the same words.

She sighs as she leans down to pick up the broken pieces, and Goto steps forward.

“Uhhh, I brought some castella over. So please clear the way so I can put it down. If it looks spoiled, just go ahead and eat it.”

“Th… Thank you… so much…”

At the sound of her fiance’s broken voice, Akiko’s head whips up and her eyes are wide with disbelief.

Her eyes are so fucking damned that they didn’t notice his concious state.

“Are you fucking kidding me,” Akiko whispers to herself as Goto screams at Kanao, then promptly trips over Akiko’s still bent over body in his appempt to rush out of the room.

Akiko pulls her own chair up besides Tanjirou’s bedside and she smiles widely, unwrapping the stethoscope around her neck and adjusting it to fit it into her ears.

“Kanao, please step out of the room. And make sure no one walks in until I say so,” she smiles at the girl, who nods her head eagerly.

The screaming and crying out in the hallway, but at least it’s as quiet as it can get now. Akiko proceeds to do a general check up on Tanjirou’s body, and he watches with tired eyes as she does her job.

“Did you miss me?” Tanjirou laughs weakly once Akiko’s finished, and she carefully takes her hand into his own.

Akiko scoffs, wiping the tears in Tanjirou’s eyes away before replying, “Of course I missed you. Two months without you was a bit too much.”

She’s beckoned closer and now it’s Tanjirou’s turn to wipe her tears away, though small and sparse. Still, it warms Tanjirou’s heart to find that Akiko missed him during her time alone (though she won’t admit it.)

“It wasn’t too hard for you, was it? I thought I heard some things, but I might have been wrong.”

She shakes her head, cradling his palm against her cheek and sighing in bliss.

“It was rocky, but now you’re here so I’m better. You’ve missed out on a lot. I’ll fill you in when you’re all better,” she kisses his palm and Tanjirou laughs at the feeling.

When Akiko moves her head to his mattress, tilting it to stare at his face and asking him to run his fingers through her hair, Tanjirou can’t help but cast her a worried look.

“Are you okay? You seem a little off, Akiko.”

“I can stop if you don’t want me to touch you.”

“There’s my wife,” he laughs again, and she bolts upright with a fierce blush raging on her face. Akiko mutters a quick, “Fiance,” under her breath to correct him, but Tanjirou begs for her to rest her head again.

So she does as told, though much more hesitant now, and the two relish in silence together. The commotion outside has died down and Akiko assumes that Aoi waved everyone off for she and Tanjirou to have their alone time.

Tanjirou waits for Akiko to spill her feelings, and he can smell the turning of gears in her head as she tries to form sentences. He doesn’t mind waiting though. She’ll be able to talk in due time, and that’s a much better step up from when she wouldn’t say anything at all.

Akiko reaches up, grasping the fingers that are tangled in her hair and bringing them down to slowly peck. He gazes at her with all the warmth in the world, and he thinks of how he can get used to this special treatment.

But when Akiko starts, it’s a much heavier topic than one he thought he was prepared for.

“I’m not sure if you heard me while you were in your coma, but I hate how we’re fighting a war as children. We’ve gone through more than the average person our age has gone through, and our enemies have nothing to lose whereas we have everything to lose.” She’s crying now and the two both hate to see the tears.

Akiko moves to hide her crying face, but Tanjirou helps her lift her face so that the two can at least meet in the middle.

“Please, for just one day can we forget who we are with the only information being that we love each other?”

thank you for reading this new chapter!! sorry its taken weeks to come out with it, so im truly thankful to those that are still hangin into akiko’s story!

im lowkey waiting for kny to end so that i know how to close this story, but also i dont want kny to end so im stuck in a pit smh,,,,

although only breifly mentioned, still want to thank @kny-writings and @thunderandrainclouds for letting me use miyuki and chiyo!

also im workin on another au for machute so look forward to it 👀

christmas break is comin up, so hopefully ill be able to update like i used to!! please look forward to future chapters! ill work hard for you guys :,,) love you!!

#kimetsu no yaiba #kny #demon slayer #kamado tanjirou #tanjiro #tanjirou #tanjirou kamado #tamura akiko #akiko tamura #bittle's murder of one

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porcelain-giyuu · 2 years

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may i request more about the Personal Space au 😇

yes of course you can anon!

sorry it took me so long to answer; i was deciding how i wanted to go about answering this ask. in the end i chose to give you part of the outline: one of the more polished parts (which i got a little carried away with) near the beginning. it’s from obanais pov and also has a lot of neopronouns to refer to the hashira, so you might get a little lost. hope you enjoy anyway!

“Come on, Tomika-san! Have you really never drank before?” Mitsuri laughs, moving her plate to make room for another round of food. Obanai is watching Tomioka with vague annoyance. Lo hasn’t said much all night, only sparing quiet greetings and one well wish for Mitsuri’s birthday, but Obanai still thinks his presence is grating.

“I’ve had a few drinks, but only by accident. I’ve never purposefully drank before,” lo says in loves stupid tiny voice. Uzui laughs loudly to Obanai’s left, which startles eim, but everyone is momentarily distracted by the servers carrying out more plates. There are a lot of western-style dishes along with more traditional foods mixed in.

They all lean back (except Muichirou, who has fallen asleep dangerously close to a fresh pot of tea) to make room. Rengoku and Mitsuri cheer as the dishware clinks against the table.

She looks lovely. It’s technically two days after her birthday, but she had wanted to see everyone. She’d organized everything the moment that all the pillars were free; lucky for her it was still pretty close to the actual date. Her hair is tied back tonight, forgoing her usual triple braids and she’s bathed in the warm orange light of dusk. Everything about her seems to glow. Obanai swallows harshly, eir mouth suddenly dry, and grapples for eir half-empty sake.

“Well, maybe you should indulge tonight! Loosen up, maybe smile a bit. It’s Mitsuri’s birthday; you’re allowed to have fun!” Uzui calls to the utter delight of Mitsuri. She stands abruptly, slamming her hands on the table. Muichirou jumps, strands of hair sticking to their face.

“Tomioka! You should smile! For my birthday, you can smile!” Mitsuri squeals. Her face is red, eyes slightly fuzzy... Maybe she’s drinking more than ey thought.

“Yes, Tomioka-san!” Shinobu sings from across the table. She’s also flushed, leaning against the sturdy support of Gyomei. “Give Mitsuri a big smile, for her birthday! You’re not allowed to not smile today!” The more rambunctious pillars all goad them on, chanting about Tomioka giving Mitsuri a friendly look for her birthday. Sanemi makes a snide remark about Tomioka not knowing how, so they’re incapable of looking nice. Tomioka’s face doesn’t change but loves hands tense.

“I can smile- I’m not incapable,” they spit. Oh, so they are going to smile. Mitsuri leans in, balancing herself over the table to get a closer look.

Loves face twitches, lip pulling up unevenly. It occurs to Obanai, distantly, that ey’ve never seen Tomioka without that bland rat expression on their face. Ey pulls eir lower bandages down to take a sip of sake just as Giyuu smiles, choking on the sweet liquor.

Tomioka’s entire face seems different. Their eyes have always been a focal point, a deep cold blue- almost black in the right light- accenting long glossy eyelashes around pretty almond eyes. Now they’ve thinned even more with the force of Tomioka’s grin; cheeks a light pink and teeth shining. He seems younger, much wilder and even mischievous. There’s also kindness in their features, fine lines pulled tight in sweeping curves. Lo has a single crooked tooth, set back at the top row behind their canine. Obanai notes that without smiling you would never see it. Tomioka’s nose scrunches up a bit at the bridge when they smile, too. It matches the way Mitsuri’s nose wrinkles when she laughs.

“Oh!” Mitsuri gasps, seemingly recovering from whatever trance she’d been put under. She throws her arms out, thighs digging into the edge of the table and hands slapping none-to-gently against Tomioka’s soft cheeks. She brings their faces closer and Obanai can’t even be jealous because ey have no fucking clue what’s happening, and honestly ey’d kind of like a clearer look at Tomioka’s expression too.

“This is the best gift I have ever been given. You’re so pretty, Tomi-chan, what the fuck. Please smile at me again, every day, please! I’ll die if I never see it again!” she wails. Rengoku pipes up beside Tomioka, arms crossed tightly and gaze locked onto the water pillar.

“I would also like to see you smile again! Mitsuri is correct; you’re very beautiful! I too will perish if you don’t smile at me!” It yells. Obanai winces. Rengoku is even louder than usual, even though he didn’t drink anything. Maybe the excitement of tonight is getting to him.

Giyuu flushes a bright red in Mitusris hold. Their smile turns softer; lo leans into her hands and closes their eyes.

#longpost #tomioka giyuu #mitsuri kanjiro #mitsugiyuu #obagiyuu #Personal Space au #kny fanfic #kny #obanai iguro #hashira #ask porcelain-giyuu

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porcelain-giyuu · 7 months

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Is this blog dead 🥺 I have a request

Hi anon! glad to see you. This blog doesn’t die unless I do, or unless I publicly announce that I’m leaving it!

It’s been a long time since I’ve interacted with this blog. It weighs pretty heavily on me because I started it as an outlet for the genuine affection I have for the character (Giyuu 💙) and the creativity he inspires within me. I’m incredibly busy and haven’t written in… God, probably around six months. Even for other things. But knowing people want things from me, from my love for Giyuu, is really comforting.

I can’t promise I’ll suddenly have a consistent schedule for updates or writing, but I will add your request to my highest priorities! I’m in a tough spot, so seeing your engagement is nice :). Makes me feel good!

#giyuu tomioka #kny #ask porcelain-giyuu

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porcelain-giyuu · 2 years

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Omg I love your blog, I was thinking you might be interested in a Royal au. I think your writing would be perfect for it.

Also can I be anon 🏳️‍🌈

yknow what. fuck yeah you can be 🏳️‍🌈 anon.

a royal au would be fun as fuck!! idk where giyuu would fit (if he’s the royal or if he interacts with them) but the Ideas are Swarming

what were you thinking? did you have pairings in mind? i’m thinking something based more so in fantasy and probably queer. i’ve also been vaguely considering something with mermaid giyuu bc everything is better with mermaids

#new au????#giyuu tomioka #demon slayer #ask porcelain giyuu #kny

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porcelain-giyuu · 2 years

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whats nesting season?? you mentioned jt in the intro post for the omegaverse au but i dont think its like,, an established thing?

HELLO YOURE MY FIRST ASK I LOVE YOU ANON HELLO!!

but to answer you question i structure my omegaverse kind of differently than just regular old dynamics. people know their dynamic from birth, and presenting is like a more intense secondary puberty, layered over the primary version. nesting season happens when an omega (who is completely finished both their primary and secondary puberty) triggers their parental/nurturing instincts.

they usually happen during transition seasons (spring or fall) and line up with rutting seasons, which is when stray alphas enter their ruts, since they’re unsynced with packmates or bonds.

their purpose is to encourage omegas to guard their pups, which does include younger packmates. even pups who don’t belong to the omega in question will be taken care of. omegas can be extremely violent, ruthless, and in some cases are prone to becoming feral.

not all omegas have strong instincts, and many can control them; so during nesting season they are just a bit more defensive instead of full on Nesting (a term referring to an omega who has a dedicated nest/den to keep their pups in, which they will tend to all day for weeks on end).

unfortunately for Giyuu, he has no experience dealing with these instincts because no one has ever triggered them before. during the hashira trial they’re awakened violently-and suddenly. since he has no experience controlling these instincts, he immediately gives in and begins Nesting, full force!

#Nesting Season AU #giyuu tomioka #tanjirou #nezuko #the pillars #giyuu #omega giyuu #omegaverse #ask porcelain-giyuu #anonymous asks #tomioka giyuu

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dudeandduchess · 4 years

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Giyuu x F!S/O: A Nightmare Come to Life (Angst, NSFW Scenario)

Summary: A one-sided love that turns even more tragic after a night spent together. Note: @biznichwrites and I are trying out an alternate reality collab fic, and this is the result. We have the same first half (which she wrote), and we divert into different endings. In Biz’s words, think of it as Yin and Yang. You can read Biz’s fluff-filled piece here. Word Count: 9,324

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Warnings: Smut, Angst, Suicide, Depictions of Blood, Character Deaths, Love Triangles, Talks of the Afterlife