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kyojurosprettygirl · 8 months

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I’m back with a cute request✨

Ok you already know it’s genya content! ((GOTTA LOVE MORE GENYA CONTENT😖💜)) something like he saw tanjiro braiding nezukos hair and he thought of reader with a braid, so he awkwardly ask’s tanjiro if he can teach him how to braid hair? And after learning he excitedly try’s to go look for reader and after finding her he offers to do her hair ((extra points if he went to buy a watermelon hair clip or a hair accessory that matches his purple yukata!🤭)) I hope you’re not tired with these genya asks slkdjssj and do take your time! I know ya got other delicious stuff to write✨👀

a/n: ME? TIRED OF GENYA ASKS??? N E V E R ! that would be absolutely CRAY CRAY !!!!!! I LOVEEEEEE LOVE LOVEEE THIS REQUEST. ALL GENYA REQUETSS SJDBDJDJF IM SK EXCITED OMG!!! genya 4 life idc. SO ADORABLE. i've been thinking of this scenario for so long , i think i finally know how to put it in a fic !!! <3333333 xxx I linked the hairpin inspo! it's not exactly what I envisioned but very close!

cant help it.

genya shinazugawa x fem! demon slayer! reader.

It's funny to Tanjiro, the way Genya hides in the corner of the room. He's silent, and his breathing is unnoticeable, even more so with Tanjiro talking to Nezuko, and he would've gone unnoticed, but his scent (and the smell nervousness radiating off of him) gave him away from the start. Genya knows it's not going to be long before Tanjiro notices, and is thankful he doesn't acknowledge him. For the past 15 minutes he's been watching Tanjiros hands, how they delicately braid Nezukos hair. He had walked in just as he finished the first braid, and he had moved onto the next. Genya tried his best to decipher the pattern he was going at, but as he went farther down Nezukos hair, Genya lost track and her thick hair hiding his fingers didn't help. when he first walked in, it was to ask Tanjiro if he'd seen your hairpin around, you'd lost sometime during the day and he was checking the last place he could think of. But, once he saw he was busying himself with Nezukos hair, he'd gotten distracted and allowed himself a few minutes to see what Tanjiro had become so good at. he hadn't known the older Kamado was great at doing hair, he didn't even think tanjiro knew how to do it to begin with.

He lets out a soft sigh, Tanjiro having finished the second braid quickly and moving onto the last. As Tanjiro continues on, he finishes the last braid even quicker and it's then when he notices that the braids mimic Kanrojis. He can't help but picture you in the same exact braid as hers, and he blushes at the thought. You'd said before you always wish you could do style your own hair, and he was always tempted to ask if he could do it for you, but he never knew know how. You'd explain to him in great detail the way you wanted your hair, and he'd listen to you with his utmost attention, trying his best to envision you in his mind. The styles you wanted were beautiful, but too much for your hands alone, you could only do so much. He quietly leaves the room before Tanjiro can acknowledge him, and it's when Tanjiro turns around to see what Genya came for when he's suddenly gone. Tanjiros eyes go wide for a moment before he fondly smiles, 'okay.' he thinks, going back to Nezuko.

Genyas mind was then overtaken with thoughts of you in braids, not just ones similar to Kanrojis but all kinds. Ever since he saw Tanjiro doing nezukos hair, he had noticed just how many different kinds of braids there are, some more compact, some smaller, and some thicker. He decided he wanted to see you in all of them. He figured he could watch Tanjiro again, try to learn from just seeing him do it, but he wasn't sure how to ask, or if he even wanted to ask.

"Did you ever find your hairpin?" he asks, and you look at him before tilting your head back in thought, smiling a little at the thought, at how Genya remembers the smallest things about you and how beautiful the pin was. "No," you exhale, still smiling. "But I hope whoever finds it puts it to good use, it would be a shame if they didn't use it. it was gorgoeus." you both make eye contact and he nods, smiling at you, he loved your beautiful heart, he felt he could drown himself in your aura. you never dwelled on lost items, always assumed it was because someone else needed it more. "it really only fell off because i couldn't put it on properly." you let out a laugh and he lets a small one out, it's contagious. "it still looked beautiful on you," he says, a light pink dusting his cheeks. you giggle, yours also going pink. you push your body closer to him and he indulges in your antics, pulling you closer with the arm over your shoulder. he kisses your head and you kiss whatever you can in your position, both of you laughing of how comforting it is to finally be with each other. you spent the rest of noon huddled together and talking about everything you could think of, parting ways once the sun began to set. You make your way back and Genya makes his way toward where Tanjiro usually is. Hoping he could learn a thing or to from simply observing.

once Genya finally makes his way around the estate, he finally sees Tanjiro and Nezuko, except this time with the love pillar. He internally feels his eye twitch and he waits until their chatter picks up to make his way into the room unnoticed. Once he does, he stands and waits, hoping Tanjiro would be braiding Nezukos hair. Mitsuri is excitedly explaining something to Tanjiro while he intently listens, as does Nezuko who's attention is partly divided on the way her hair moves as she speaks. They all sit down and it's then when Genya notices that Mitsuri is teaching Tanjiro how to braid. He gets closer to see how she does it.

As misturi gently picks up Nezukos hair strands, she giggles at how excited Nezuko gets, becoming still so that she could do her hair. "You've gotten good at this, Tanjiro!" she says, Tanjiro beams, "Thankyou miss Kanroji!" she nods and her smile widens. "The only thing I would remember is that since you haven't done this enough for it to be muscle memory, to take your time!" Tanjiro nods as she slowly shows him how to braid the hair correctly. "Is there a way to make them look less crooked?" he asks, and she nods, "Yes! while braiding it, doing move it around, braid it the direction you want it to land. For example.." She picks up a strand and does a quick braid, braiding it to the left, "Notice how I braided it to the left and it wont stay straight." she smiles proudly and Tanjiro lets out an "oh" of understanding. "I see! Thankyou!" and they continue talking as Tanjiro does a braid with her, learning more techniques along the way. It isn't until Genya hears his name that he's broken out of his thoughts of you. "Would you like to join us Genya?" Tanjiro asks, and at first Genya feels he's being taunted, but once he sees tanjiros smile he realizes it's a genuine question. "Uhm.." he coughs out, "I think, Im okay here." he looks away, flustered at being caught. "I didn't see you there Genya!" Mitsuri says, and genya groans a little, 'crap' he thinks. "Are you sure?" Tanjiro asks, and genya fiddles with his sleeve. "Yes." he says, cussing at himself for saying no when being closer would help him a lot more. Before he could even say anything else, Nezuko gets up and pulls him toward the group, Genya feels put on the spot but grateful for it regardless. Mitsuri laughs and Tanjiro stutters out of nervousness, apolgozing for Nezuko. Genya nods his head as a way to say 'It's fine' and he looks down. "could you guys maybe teach me how to.." Genya trails off, noticing all eyes were on him. "uhm.." he hesitates before pointing to his hair, "braid?" he states. Tanjiro quietly gasps and smiles while Mitsuri claps her hair together, "Ofcourse!" she says, forcing him to sit down and getting straight to the point. Throughout the night, they all find themselves connecting. Mitsuri grateful for his now calm demeanor and Tanjiro curious as to why he was interested in braiding. Nezuko was just happy to be having her hair braided.

Genya picked up on it fast, having learned alot better from it upclose. He had trouble with knotting hair, but otherwise it was 'perfect!" according to Mitsuri. Once she leaves and Nezuko is asleep, Tanjiro asks the lingering question. "Hey Genya?" Genya looks at him, "hm?" Tanjiro bashfully smiles before asking, hoping he doesn thit a nerve. "Is there a reason for wanting to learn?" Genya's eyes widen and he looks up at the ceiling before looking back at Tanjiro. "Oh, uh, yeah, there is." Tanjiro looks at him expectantly, "y/n." Genya says, a fond smile gracing his features. Tanjiro can smell love, and it makes him feel warm. He was glad he finally found you, Genya seemed more content with himself. "I thought, she would look great with her hair braided. She mentioned she always wanted to style it, she just didn't know how. I would like to do it for her" Tanjiro nods, "That is very kind of you Genya!" and its that sentence that makes Genya feel flustered. Had Nezuko not ben asleep, he probably would've screamed at him and ran out. For now, he stuck with wide eyes and furrowed brows. Before he can say anything, Tanjiro hums, "Why don't you help me braid Nezukos hair until you feel confident with your skills! I braid it almost every night, we could maybe even learn a different stylee than miss Kanrojis!" He seemed excited, and genya could learn more, so he nods, taking his offer and leave. Thanking him for the good night.

For about two weeks, Genya goes to Tanjiro and Nezuko, learning more and more. He can do a braid efficiently, and make it look good, priding himself with the fact that he learned faster than Tanjiro. It's another night where he's at that point, just helping Tanjiro finish Nezukos hair faster, Genyas side looking more neat. 'Must be because he thinks of y/n' Tanjiro thinks. They talk about small things, and it stays a comforting amount of quiet sometimes, but once they got back to the braid topic Tanjiro asks about the first time he caught him. "I will say though Genya, the first time you came to the room, I didn't have enough time to ask you anything." Genya laughs, "yeah, I just didn't want to intrude." Tanjiro hums, nodding. "Were you going to ask me for help on learnign to braid?" Genya, out of instinct was going to nod yes, but he catches himself and shakes his head no. "No, actually. I was there to ask if you'd seen y/n's hair pin. It had fallen out, and I guess I just got distracted." Tanjiro gasps, "what did it look like?" Genya thinks for a moment, trying to recall the smallest details. "It's silver, and the design is wisteria flowers. There are two pearls that hang from the end of it." Tanjiro thinks for a moment, "I did see it! " Genya looks at him to continue, listening intently. "One of the lower rank slayers found it and kept it while training. She seemed very excited about it.. I didn't think much of it." Genya sighs, and Tanjiro cocks his head in confusion. "y/n won't take it away from the slayer, she probably thinks it was meant to find the slayer. but I know she really loved the pin, it's why she rarely wore it." Tanjiro furrows his brows in sympathy, "oh.." Genya then swears he can see the lightbulb atop tanjiros head "wait! there's a festival being held tomorrow night in the near by village! most the markets there sell accessories! Would you like to come with me? I'll be there with Kanao, Nezuko, and Aoi." Genya thinks for a moment, he was ready to say yes but he only really spoke to Tanjiro. 'This is the only chance to find a hair pin.' he thinks, and nods hesitantly. "alright."

You and Genya wake up with both your limbs entangled with eachother, your grogginess making it difficult to escape the knot you two created with your bodies. You give up on finding a way out and nuzzle yourself further into Genya, trying to melt into him. He groans softly at your movements and tightens his grip on you, you kiss his neck and sigh as your heartbeats gently start synchronizing once you both get chest to chest. You both stay there for a moment before you hit him with your forehead. "get up" you say, and he snorts, eyes still closed. "you first" he says, and you giggle at that. "i can't, im stuck" he opens his eyes and looks down at you both, "looks like we're staying here then" and you both laugh. Genya sits up and gently removes his legs from yours, bringing your arm up and kissing your wrist. "we gotta get ready, huh"' you say, fondly smiling at him. he nods his head yes and you groan, giggling mid way. He picks you up bridal style and sits you down infront of your mirror, you look at him confusingly as he begins to make his way around the room, "what are you doing?" you ask, and he perks up once he grabs a box. "your hair." and he smiles at that, you perk up and smile wide at him, "really?" you ask, and he kisses your cheek, nodding yes. You drift between awake and asleep as he does your hair, his movements are gentle and all you can think about is him, not the fact that your about to go against most of your comrades. it's the biggest training day, and those who succeed will be trained with higher level techniques. He then makes his way infront of you, fixing up your hair and making it look effortless, disregarding the effort he put into it. He smiles, "done." and he moves away from the mirror. you gape at how gorgeous the braids look, and excitedly hug him, throwing you both onto the ground. you both laugh as he holds you tight, and pinches your side. "I have one more thing." he says, and you look at him in confusion before climbing off. he grabs the box he had picked up earlier, and it's then when you allow yourself to indulge in the way his hands look. his hands could be sculpted and recorded as the prettiest hands in history, you think.

He pulls out a metallic purple flower hairpin with black beads that dangle from it, it's elegant, and matches his yukata. you smile, but then he pulls out another, its red and similar in style with green leaves sticking off the red flowers. little glass watermelon slices dangle from it, and you smile wider at that. "pick your poison" he says, sticking them out to you. you pull him toward you from his collar and he burns red at that, "i choose you" and with that you kiss him. It's sweet tasting and Genya feels fire in his chest. He has a hard time pulling away. You pick both from his hands and inspect them, deciding to wear the purple and black one. You thank him and hug him tight before you both part to finish getting ready for the day.

funfact(s)!

You wear the watermelon pin whenever you and Genya go on dates, but wear the purple and black one everyday and everywhere. It's become such a staple that even a few demons recognized you from your hair pin.

Mitsuri's heart warms up when she sees your hair, knowing that it's genya who does it. He does many different styles and even helped you create your visions.

Tanjiro began to learn your signature hair style because Nezuko began to ask for it.

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kyojurosprettygirl · 8 months

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this tiktok is what goes thru my head whenever i make genya fanfics (AUDIO IS A MUST.)

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kyojurosprettygirl · 8 months

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it doesn't always have to be day

Shinazugawa Brothers, Hotaru, and Kyojuro (seperate) x Fem! reader

a/n: SURPRISE ! jst some headcannons about winding down with the slayers. they deserve rest too ! let me know if you want anyone else, i'll make a part two 🙈

Genya Shinazugawa

. genya kisses your ring finger every night before he sleep, and neither of you recall when it first began. all you both know is that it's an unbreakable habit, and it's never going to be a different finger. he kisses your palms, the top of your hand, your wrist even, but the only finger he will kiss is the ring finger. he's committing to memory, your bare ring finger. one day, he'll be kissing metal on it, so might as well enjoy it while he can.

. as much as genya insists it's not true, his voice gets extremely soft when he's tired, it oozes out like warm honey and his words only make it sweeter. although it's soft, it gets about an octave deeper, so he sounds like completely different person before he finally rests his eyes. but deep down, you know that's what genya would have sounded like had he not experienced so much trauma. he's aware that you like his voice when he's tired, so even though his body begs to sleep, he indulges in your silly conversation topics, loving the way you kiss his adams apple before your ready to finally close your eyes.

. as he sleeps, his hand subconsciously makes its way onto your wrists pulse point. for you, your head drifts to his chest where his heart beats. you wake up with his hand around your wrist, and it's a gentle hold, but you can feel your own pulse radiating off of his hand. he wakes up with your head on his chest, your breathing pattern matching his heart beats pattern. he savors it every morning, because he realizes he found a love many people take years searching for. he found someone who cares enough for him to make sure he's still alive and breathing during the night.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

. contrary to popular belief, he sleeps with clothing that hides his scars. he wants to pretend, just for a moment, that he is a normal man sleeping in bed with his lovely wife. (you're not even married) when he first began to sleep with you, he'd try to hide his facial scars with bandages but you would gently remove them and kiss them. your praises replay in his head like a mantra, making him feel somewhat normal with the scars out.

. he cannot sleep with pillows, at all, he finds them aggravating. (and they always leave his neck sore) if he has to cushion his head on anything it'll be anywhere on you, but he prefers to sleep without pillows regardless. nonetheless, if you truly need pillows, he'll put aside his discomfort for your comfort.

. while sleeping he tends to drift from you, but, sometimes you'll wake up with your hand interlaced with his own. it's a tight grip too, so you know he's awake when it loosens. you never bring it up to him, and he never brings it up to you. you both think the other is the one who starts the hand holding, and he wants to keep waking up w your hand in his, so he just stays quiet, as do you. (your hand finds his, but his hand is the one that tightens the hold)

Hotaru Haganezuka

. before he met you, he would sleep with his hair up. he found it too long to keep down and it would bother him while he slept, but when you began to sleep together, he figured out you liked his hair down, and so he stopped putting it up. (he's never gone back, his hair up while sleeping feels extremely uncomfortable now) you always massage his scalp or play with his strands, and what really did it for him was when you told him, "i like this, seeing you. it feels like the entire day you're ripped from my hands, it's not often i see your handsome face." raking your fingers in between his locks and staring at him fondly.

. it doesn't matter how you slept, you'd wake up with him spooning you and his back toward the door while your practically shielded from any light. not once has it ever been you who's faced the door, or had your back at the door, it's always him. once, a demon had stumbled into the place you'd temporarily stayed in and had he not been in the position where he's the closest to the door, you would have been hurt badly. he feels safe in your home at the village, but regardless his body always manages to be the one behind you.

. he hums, not in his sleep, he just hums. it'll be a melody he knew from years ago, or maybe a melody you've sang to him before, but he hums it. it's not for a long time, but the minute it takes for him to finish, you're dead to the world. it's a soothing hum, the raspiness of his normal voice prominent as he does so. he didn't know when he picked up on doing it, but he continued to do it when he noticed it got you to sleep faster. he can spend days staying awake, but he'll be dammed if his beloved wife doesn't get her full 10 hours of sleep.

Kyojuro Rengoku

. kyojuro is a natrually loud person, but, when he began to sleep with you he quickly learned to speak to the point where he sounds inaudible to himself. hr figured out it calms you down immensely. even though he cant hear himself, you can hear him, and his tired voice makes you ten times more tired than you initially were.

. on the topic of his deafness, he always lays down on his bad ear, that way he can pick up on sounds while he sleeps incase he ever needs to get up to protect you. (in any way shape or form) it started as a subconscious thing, but he swears up and down that he does it intentionally. (he does now, but it didn't start that way)

. his body temperature tends to be hotter than normal. it's what his breathing style calls for, so right after a mission he's a personal heater. but, his body naturally runs ice cold, and he always feels cold, so he has to hold you close and tight. it's an attempt to warm himself up, your warmth bringing him an immense amount of comfort. because he's so used to being warm all the time, the coldness he feels at night comes as a surprise to him no matter how often it happens. on the contrary, your body runs very hot, so you use him to cool yourself down at night. you both wake up tangled in eachothers limbs and it takes a few minutes to properly situate yourselves, kyojuro finds it hard to rip himself away from your warmth and you find it hard to rip yourself away from his coolness.

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Bleeding Love , Genya Ver

Genya Shinazugawa x Fem! reader

a/n: genya first bc he's the one who inspired me to write this (UvU) i'll make a poll to see who's next; i was thinking the hashira hmmm X))). i'll make a poll !

to say Genya was panicking was an understatement, anyone with a singular brain cell could tell how distressed he was simply by his breathing pattern. he was rushing away from everyone, ignoring the burning feeling in his chest and the calls of his name, just so he could make his way back to you. Tanjiro, and by extension Nezuko, along with Zenitsu and Inosuke had tried to keep up with him, but easily fell behind as Genya impossibly became faster. insoluble being able to understand the gravity of the situation made it so that he wouldn't be the one to the estate first. The gratitude Genya gave the gods when he finally saw your estate in view was unmatched to the way Gyomei usually did. you. it was late at night , and at this time you usually had small burning candles outside, a way to let Genya know you'd been expecting him. but it's the darkest night he's ever experienced. and it's quiet. he feels his heart drop, and he swears he can hear his blood run cold. he hesitates in opening the door, not wanting to find you there the way he was expecting. laying there, alone and cold. without a pulse. he didn't want to come to terms with the fact that he had in fact failed to protect you, and with all his running thoughts chasing each other around in his head, nothing compares to the restricting feeling in his chest, where he feels like a demons teeth are sunk into and it's claws are ripping apart. he already misses you, and you haven't even been confirmed dead. he rushes into your estate, realizing he shouldn't waste time, if you were alive you needed to leave quickly. so with child like hope, he held out and searched for you. he wanted to scream in agony when he saw signs of struggle and crimson painting your floors. his breathing became much more ragged, yet everything was oddly calm, he was oddly calm.

he made his way to the only place he hasn't checked, one he maybe subconsciously avoided, because he couldn't bare to think about how you had tried to hide in the bedroom you and him both shared for protection and all of it being in vain. it's then when he drops to his knees infront of you, being unable to physically keep himself up anymore. you laid on the floor, blood that had seeped out of you, giving you the look of a morbid painting. the room was cold but when he reached out to you, he choked at how your body was warm. you were still alive while he was running to you, and when it dawns on him, he lets tears fall. the others finally make it into the room and stay behind Genya, the only person to shed tears with him being Tanjiro and Zenitsu. for a moment everything is silent, until they hear you try to speak. your crying, they notice, and as much as you try to form a sentence it just won't come out. you reach your hand out, and they all back away, noticing the claws and patterns adorning your skin. urging Genya to do the same, he shoots them a 'back the hell off' look and they do so. . Insouke immediately readied his blades, but was having trouble coming to terms that if you were a demon, he would have to kill you, but it just felt right in the moment. you slowly push yourself up and begin to touch your face, the panic evident on it when you realize you are no longer human. you cry , and cry, and push Genya away as he reaches out for you, being unable to speak. Zenitsu silently tries to get inosuke to sheathe is blade, while nezuko looks at Tanjiro. he furrows his brows deeper, not knowing what to do or say.

"y/n," he hiccups, "please." genya begs. you shake your head slowly, covering your face, but allowing him to finally touch you. he gently pushes your hands away and cradles your face, sighing in releif when you leave into one of his palms. you open your eyes and look at him, tears still running down your cheeks. he feels his heart break, and he doesn't know if he can live with the guilt. you hold onto his wrist and he tugs you into him, holding you tight, whispering incoherent words. you're able to make out 'im so sorry' and 'i love you' and you feel as if you were robbed. because you love him too, and you hate how this was the confession. you try to say the words back to him, everything feeling foreign to you, and when your able to sound coherent enough he chokes again, holding you against him in a way that prevents you from seeing his face. he's relieved almost, and whispers 'stay with me' and you nod. holding him back being careful to not hurt him with your new nails. you see a glimpse of the patterned skin and you close your eyes, being unable to look at yourself.

you find yourself in a new routine, an isolated one. you understand that you're a demon now, you are a danger and liability to the corps, but you're emotions are still very human, and your mind even more. your soul feels like it was tugged away into a new body, and there are days where you feel you cannot continue to live like this. but you just couldn't leave. not when you fought so hard to stay. the windows that once let natural light in were bordered up, and covered the once beautiful sky you'd always look at. the door was replaced with thicker wood that wouldn't let light him either, and you grew tired of living in such darkness. you wondered how demons did it. you missed everything about the daylight and what it brought you, but decided it was better to focus on the beauty of the night; atleast then it would become more bearable.

Genya had initially visited every day, but as he rose up the ranks, the less time he was able to visit you. he never left without dropping something off, but his absence truly felt like the last straw. you spent every night outside in the garden, the luminous moon giving you a small lit path to walk on, and allowing you a moment of air. Some days, whenever he could, Genya would stay with you for as long as possible, sitting and talking in the garden, but the hours he'd spend with you only felt like minutes, and he was gone as soon as he came. your old comrades visited too, Tanjiro and Nezuko, to offer support and understanding, Zenitsu to tell you his overexaggerated stories, Inosuke following along either of them, Kanao to keep you company, and so on. yet regardless, you felt disconnected from them. they were walking on egg shells when they spoke to you, and every time they visited, it felt like a pity party.

it's late and your heart feels heavy. standing in the familiar garden, you feel your body weighs more than it usually did, and you try to ease your anxiety by meditating. nothing was working. Genya had gone on a mission with the others, and although it was normal to spend some nights alone, something in the air had pushed you to think otherwise. they always make it back, but something in your gut pricked nails into your heart, 'what if this time, they don't'. unable to ease the thoughts and deal with the thick air, you seek out to find them. the sun had set only an hour ago, so you figured you had enough time, and used your demonic form to its advantage. as you made your way around the deep parts of the forest, you make it to the place of the mission, finding nothing except footprints, evidence that they fought. not seeing any blood, you kept your hopes up and continued to search the area, they couldn't be far.

"Hey, get up get up get up!" Tanjiro yells , recovering as quickly as he could from the fall he took. "The next attack is coming!" Genya grunts before angrily facing Tanjiro. "I know that alright!" they get up and begin to carry Mitsuri as Tanjiro tries to raise the spirits; to hold out a little longer, find a way for Mitsuri to help them out. As she is both the most experienced and strongest. "You're kidding me." Genya says, noticing the demon was already forming his attack. before the attack could hit either of them, Mitsuri easily slices through it and begins to cry as she goes on her rant. Genya can't help but feel awkward about it. She gets a few more hits in as Genya, Tanjiro, and Nezuko run in the forest. She continues to fight, saving them once more, before they make their way to the main body. "Don't let it shake you off!" Tanjiro screams, "Hang tight on to it!". They all try their hardest to hold on, Genya getting more agitated by the minute, 'I can't even swing my sword like this' he thinks. and before he's able to complain, he remembers he can simply eat the demon and begins to do so. a piece of the snake makes it's way out and Nezuko spills her blood onto it to use her blood demon art, successfully revealing the main body. It's soon after where the chase begins and Genya finally reaching his limit, throws a tree at him, loudly insulting the demon as he does so.

"You stupid moron!" you hear, it's Genyas voice. you sharply turn your body at the sound and jump over the tree that he threw, watching the dirt cloud form from far away. You look behind you and catch Nezuko, she pauses for a second at seeing your body appear. As the main body begins to limp, you harden your expression and jump forward, reaching for him. You and Nezuko begin to try to catch him as he constantly slips from you both. Genya reaches you both soon after, your sudden appearance giving him whiplash as she does a double take. Tanjiro tries his hardest to keep up. 'Y/N!?" he screams, you turn to him and huff, your eyes oozing fondness. "Hi Genya." you say, and suddenly stop, waiting for tanjiro. It Nezuko and Genya to both reach out for you, but get back to running when you simply kneel a bit, and make eye contact with Tanjiro. You give him a look, and you both nod at eachother as you suddenly bolt past them both, giving the illusion of a lightning bolt. Tanjiro makes it to the main body faster than you, and before he can land a hit his mouth his held right from the demons grip, leaving him immobilized. you suddenly appear, stunning the demon, and kick him farther back giving Tanjiro a chance to breathe. "Nezuko!" you scream, she nods and uses her blood demon art to burn the demon accidentally burning Genya in the process. As the demon tumbles back, you quickly help Genya put his flames out. As you move to run back towards the demon, he grips your forearm, gentle but firm. "Y/N, you shouldn't be here." he says, he's distressed and your heart aches that your the reason for his expression. You put your hand on his cheek, and give him a sad smile, removing his grip from you and running to tackle the demon. You succeed, Tanjiro and Nezuko following in suit. It took Genya a moment to process what you just did, the action being faster than he expected. Genya screams at you all as you tumble.

Tanjiro leaves the demon gravely wounded, hanging from a tree as Nezuko stays out below. Genya looks for a sign of you when he notices you aren't near either of them. As the demon moves to take his leave, tanjiro notices and groans out the words he can, mustering the little strength he had left. "And.. I'm gonna cut off your head!" he screams. It strikes a nerve and the demon makes his attempts to find a human to rejuvenate his strength. He runs to the swordsmiths once he spots them, dwelling on the four of you who just almost killed him, feeling relieved that Tanjiros blade couldn't cut his head. The swordsmiths run as the demon begins his chase, Tanjiro quickly making his way down to Nezuko. he calls out to her, and hearing a lack of response he looks back at the demon, trying his best to encourage himself to do it one more time. 'one more time, i can do it.' he thinks. He hears his name and looks toward Genya, but when he hears his name once more, he faces the opposite side of the cliff. it's Muichiro. Genya still frantically seeks you out, trying his hardest to not panic. you were strong, stronger now that you were a demon, there was no way a fall could take you out. Muichiro throws tanjiro a sword, and tanjiro can feel blood rush to his heart. he readies himself, newfound strength gracing his soul, and breathes out. He calls a form, and cleanly slices the demons neck, the scene looking straight out of a warriors painting from those who saw. He catches his breath as he realizes he finally did it, a smile forming on his face a she realizes the job was done. his smile faded though, noticing the suns light beginning to filter the world around it. He panics and runs to Nezuko, gripping at his chest as it burns him greatly. he tries to get works out but nothing he does is working, bending down a little to give way for him to catch his breath. Nezuko notices and reaching out to him, running towards him when notices the demon continuing to run and chase the swordsmiths. . 'No, Nezuko!' Tanjiro thinks, he wants so badly to be able to yell out to her. 'You don't have to come this way!' he heaves harder, 'It's you, You're the one in danger!' He reaches out to her as she comes closer embracing her as she panics even harder, trying to get him to notice the problem behind him. He grunts, gasping as he notices, instinctually getting ready to attack the demon once he realizes it wasn't the actual body. it's when nezuko begins to burn when he pauses, ''Nezuko!" he screams, running to cover her. It breaks his heart even harder, feeling conflicted. As he holds Nezuko trying to cover her from the sun, he feels tears prick at his eyes. Who is he to save. Before Nezuko makes the decision for him, preparing herself to kick him, he and Nezuko pause when they see you emerge from afar, making your way toward the demon. Nezuko begins to calm down as she reaches for you, noticing your beginning to burn. Tanjiro covers her arm that sticks out toward you as he screams, 'Y/N! What are you doing!" you scream when a particular glare from the sun burns and it hinders you for a moment before you brush him off with a hand, suddenly appearing right behind the demons body where you tackle him.

Genya takes notice of it and quickly jumps down the cliff. His expression begins to harden as he makes his way toward you, enduring the sharp pains he got from it. Just to make his way to you.

his feet burned and his chest felt tight. 'Keep going.' he tells himself.

his wrists and neck begin to cramp but he tightened his grip on his weapons. 'She needs you.'

his muscles burn and begin to become stiff. "Y/N!" he screams your name out.

"Genya!" Tanjiro screams, looking at him as he gets closer, he stops and looks at them both Nezukos burnt face coming into view from Tanjiros arms. He looks between you and Tanjiro, Tanjiro could help you win that fight, he could cover Nezuko in the mean time, or, he could fight with you. His head forms a thousand thoughts every second and he shakes his head, deciding to run towards you. he just wants to feel you. He doesn't have time to decide anything when suddenly a strong metallic smell overruns everyone's senses. Nezukos blood never smelled, nor did any demons, but yours was a strong, and it was almost sweet as well. he pauses as he looks at you, Tanjiro and Nezuko doing the same. 'What the hell?' he thinks.

They look confused at you as you claw at your arm, extremely thick blood spilling around you. you summon your blood demon art and they pick up on quickly. Genyas at loss for words, he's still a far distance from you so he continues to run toward you when suddenly your blood suddenly turns a deep purple color as begins to form into a dark purple shadowed man. you step on the ground and a huge gust of purple causes everyone to fall back, even the swordsmiths. Tanjiro is now using his entire body to cover Nezuko, relieved that you and Genya were there to kill the demon, guilt panting at his chest because of it, why was he relieved when it was your life for Nezukos. you lift your burning arm up and the shadow man then forms a gun. It's comical almost, that the weapon your blood chose to use of all things was a gun, but when the man fully forms, they all notice it's mimics Genyas form perfectly, down to his height. Genyas heart beat quickens, a blush forming as he tries his hardest to get to you, while Tanjiro smiles in a sick way 'Ofcourse it would be Genya' he thinks. you flick your other arm and they make the connection when your blood creates a dark and iridescent purple blade, a carbon copy of genyas blade. your shadow man forms white eyes and you both make a single move to cleanly kill the demon. it was quick, the way you sliced through the demons arms and legs, it was even quicker when the shadowed man shot the demons head. the sound of the bullet had genya and tanjiro reeling, genya making a quick move to cover Tanjiros ears instead of his own, noting that he was unable to do so without putting Nezuko in danger, an act of selflessness he learned from you. everyone was disoriented as they noticed every time the demon would reform a body part, it would turn into ash and never reform again. Thanks to the suns help, the demon had quickly and fully disintegrated, you recalled what was left of the purple shadows, the sun having turned it to ash, and you fell to your knees covering your head from the pain. had the situation been different, they would've all admired your blood demon art, but as beautiful and dreamy as it looked, you were dying.

Genya finally made it toward you and quickly pushed you into him, covering your entire body with his own. his grip was tight, and his body's ache went away once he finally has you in his arms, he softly sighs into you when he feels your body still move. "Oh thank god.." he says, positioning you so that your farther into his body. "Get smaller, woman!" he yells out, holding you tighter as he feels you shift your body into a smaller size. he thanks the gods it's one of your abilities. "Are you crazy!" he screams, you weep, "im sorry.." you choke out, he grips you tighter and kisses your head, "im not mad," and before he can speak further you try to mold yourself into him, "Genya, it burns," your voice wavers, "so, bad.." your voice is raspy and it aches his heart, "i know, baby." he kisses your head, "i know." his voice cracks. trying his hardest to ease the burns on your skin, he lets a tear fall. he can feel your skin and it makes him want to tear the sun and its rays apart for hurting you so badly. "oh my god." he repeats over and over again, silently praying to the gods that they don't take you away from him. he can't even bare the thoughts of losing you, having you stripped out of his arms would truly be the final nail in the coffin. you tilt your head and watch Nezuko struggles the same way you do. you look at Genya and you hold your gaze at eachother for a moment before you speak, "he can't hold out for long Genya.. you both can't be here forever.." Genya tightened his grip, more so than he already had and it's almost suffocating, "Don't even think about it." he grits out, "We're staying here until we find way." you look at him longer, and nod, any attempt to change his mind would be futile. "okay." you say, gripping his shirt tighter. Genya and Tanjiro share a look, both of them having trouble deciding what to do next. but when you hear the swordsmiths panicked voice you immediately turn your head to face them, genya quickly covering you again. One of them was greatly wounded by the demon. you hear genyas heartbeat as she shifts around, the soapy smell still lingering on his uniform, you had washed it for him the day before the mission. Nezuko takes notice and removes herself from Tanjiros grip, deciding the people were more important than herself. When she does so, you quickly remove yourself from Genya and tackle her, pushing her back into Genya and Tanjiro who had stood up as fast as you both did. The push was stronger than you intended and pushed them back a few feet as it was now genya would was covering Nezuko, being the only one with demonic strength to hold her back as she continued to writh in his grip. Tanjiro tried to get at you but you decided it was better to help the wounded swordsmith. You make your way and put pressure on his fatal wound and draw blood, careful not to get it into his blood stream. your blood then turned into a thick purple again, and slowly formed the shadow man again, or, "genya", who gently merged its hands to create a thin protective layer on the man's wound, completely stopping him from bleeding out. "it's okay," you smile fondly, "you'll be okay." the swordsmiths wanted to cry at how soft your voice is, at how gentle you are and how no matter what happened your humanity remained. Tanjiro tries to cover you, but you glare at him, "either he dies, or i do, and it's most certainly not going to be him." tanjiro cannot argue, and his mouth becomes dry. He could cover you, save you from the sun rays, but if he did that he couldn't help the swordsmith. your purple shadow was keeping him from bleeding out, and he had to wait until everyone made it to you guys to get you safe.

it was then when Tanjiro realized you had stopped burning, and that your blood demon art was still working just fine. you instead had steam radiating off your body, the burn marks had returning to their normal state of softness, and Genya choked out a surprised sound of relief. his eyes became glassy and he laughed as he saw you. you were no longer burning, he only had to worry about nezuko now. Tanjiro gasped, tears no longer kissing his cheeks and he pointed at you. you looked at yourself, and smiled in disbelief. "Tanjiro!" you said, "Y/N!" he said back. you both laughed, feeling happy that at least something good came out of the fight.

Tanjiro made his way to collect Nezukos box, Genya helping him put her in the box saftey, as she quickly made his way toward you once everyone else was able to get to the swordsmith. Genya was the first person you ran to hug, and you tackled him onto the floor. He grunted, the air getting knocked out of him completely, laughing nonetheless and holding you tight against him. "Genya!" you scream, and he smiles wider at hearing his name. he elongates the kiss you give him, leaning further on your lips as he holds you against him, leaving you no room to consider backing off. he sits up and holds your face, admiring how beautiful the sun makes you look. your eyes are brighter, and your skin is warmer, and he truly feels like he was gifted a goddess. he puts his forehead on yours and you both close your eyes.

"I cannot wait to marry you." you gasp, and he chuckle. "i can't either," you say shyly.

"what exactly is your blood demon art y/n?" Tanjiro asks. genuine curiosity showing from his expression. you blush and look away. "i don't know" you say, and genya turns a deep shade of red. he had forgotten about it and although he was curious too, embarrassment took the best of him. he simply opted to just hold you tight instead, looking away from you.

funfact! when asked to explain what had happened on the mission, you were forced to explain your blood demon art infront of all the hashira (considering when first asked about it you said you didn't know if you even had one.) thanks to mitsuri.

"well, i don't know for certain if there's an actual name for it, but my blood forms a shadowy figure. i can form a blade from it as well, but the figure always forms first. i can't form anything else from it" Mitsuri nodded, "it looks just like Genya!" she states. your eyes widen and you gasp.

you didn't hear the end of it after that.

my first ever not sad fun fact XD

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If you're willing to write for demons, can you do a short Akaza x fem slayer story?? One where the reader keeps chasing him because he refuses to fight her on account of her being a woman? It could be a cute enemies to rivals to lovers, maybe even be a little angsty. I would imagine the y/n's bewilderment that the gosh darn uppermoon 3 wouldn't kill her, or that she's insulted that he refuses to fight.

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the sun will always rise.

Akaza x Demon Slayer! Fem! reader

for each and every kill a slayer makes, it counts as a single but notable step toward the designated finish line. the finish line where humans will be safe from harm; where a corps dedicated to killing demons wouldn't have the need to exist. it should be a simple thing, you realize. in hindsight, people think you just train, kill, and repeat, until finally your flame dies out and your just another warrior who's sacrificed their life without a name left behind, depending on how much you killed that is.

In reality, though, the corps is much more complex. There are ranks, hidden villages, hidden faces, and most notably demons who were once human too. who were once filled with their own ideologies, their own minds and voices, they were once a full glass rather than an empty shell of what once was. Some, too far gone, others, just unfortunate people who fell into the deep end. It is when you fight with a demon when the complexity really set's in, you hear them, feel them even, and although some are easy to ignore, other's are much harder. and for you, it was always harder, your empathetic nature toying with your mind and heart. it was something you connect well with the young slayer you've come to know as Tanjiro, but you differ in one thing, you find killing the demons much easier than he does. choosing to ignore their pasts to reduce the risk of dying, using the most painful form you know on them. It's how you got into this mess to begin with.

your feet ache, burn even, trying their hardest to keep up with your mind who seems to not have any limits. your fingers are numb, your cheeks burn, and your neck itches from the cloth constantly rubbing on it because of the frantic movement. for the second time tonight, another strong demon made it's way into your line of vision. though its more unfortunate for them than it is for you, you're still human and your body begs to succumb to the comfortable earth below you. the fight was drawn out, too much for your liking, making your patience to run extremely thin. dodging it's attacks left and right, you spoke out to the demon, surprisingly finally hitting a nerve. when the demon had stopped to tell you it's sorrows, how it feels, you called a form and decapitated it without second thought, it having given you an opening. you dropped your blade and keeled to where it's head laid and you gently picked it up, facing it toward you.

"I wish you a comfortable trip to hell." you rasp out. gently placing it's head on the ground as the sun rises, it's body ashing out into nothing. you sigh and look at the unlit part of the forest, noticing piercing eyes in the shadows. in curiosity, you appear infront of the demon in a split second, him barley dodging your blade. his eyes go wide in surprise and he groans in frustration, disappearing into what's left of the dark. he was gone just as fast as you appeared and you decided to ignore it, convincing yourself it was simply your lack of sleep.

but it happened again. and again. and you began to grow frustrated. you began to seek the demon out, and every time you got close, he'd dodge and refuse to fight you. At first, it was one-sided, where you seeked him out, he tried to avoid you, just wanting to complete muzans orders, but the closer you got to tracking him down, you began to interfere greatly with his orders. orders of which when failed to complete, he'd have his blood wrung dry, but still keeping his morale of not intentionally hurting you. you were a woman, it would be wrong. and, it was your job. could he really blame you?

"what the hell." he thinks, as he dodges another one of your hits, you're much faster than what he's used to, so you must be a high ranked slayer. He splays his arm out in an attempt to grab your blade from you when he heals the blade into his skin , but it's futile when you catch onto it and twist, creating another wound where you have enough time it grab it back. as the sun began to creep up, he knew he had to get out of the fight quickly, but he knew you well enough to the point where you wouldn't drop it that easy. you huffed, a slight smile gracing your features, and for a moment he's enamored, your strength is admirable and your beauty shines through the roughness of your hits, but he doesn't stare too long. Instead, he runs from under you when you jump, and runs deep into the dark forest. He hears your scream of frustration as you begin to chase after him, except going the opposite direction. he exhales, you were going to be a problem, he could already feel it. so he opted from then on to hide away from you, knowing you were constantly chasing to kill him.

sooner or later though, for every slayer he was ordered to kill, you'd come in and save double. For every place he managed to hide himself in, you'd cover them head to toe in wisteria poison residue. For every item he'd need to retrieve, you'd try to combat with him, leaving him no choice but to leave and go back empty handed. you can only imagine how angered he was becoming. where he'd usually draw fights out, get to know the powerful slayers, and even give them more chances to kill him, he found himself just wanting to kill them immediately as a means to save himself from your wrath. you were everywhere, wherever he was, you somewhere were always there. he figured it was your crow. It was getting to the point where he was thinking of letting go of his morals, maybe you would be the only exception to his rule. he hated your existence, and was hoping another demon would do the job for him. he realized you were specifically targeting him, and it's what angered him even more. he decided he'd start to put his hand's on you, and use a few words, maybe then you'll get off his ass.

you panted as you finally managed to get him on the ground. he had no way out of this, unless he hurt you, and oh was he tempted. you make a move to cut his head off, a gleam of relief running in your eyes, one he caught onto. he then grabbed your hips and rolled into a position where you laid under him, getting off as fast as he could and attempting to take his leave. you grunt, chasing him and he grabs your wrist before your blade could make contact with him. 'why won't he just fight back.' you think, your eyes widening at how gentle his grasp was. you furrow your brow, jerking your hand off and kicking him, creating a wave of dirt dusting over your vision. "why do you run from me! just get up and fight me!" frustration was evident in your voice, and he laughed at it. god, you sounded like inosuke, you realize. "you just don't give up." he grunts, he looks you in the eyes and you realize he's an uppermoon. "because you are a woman." and at that your face is one of bewilderment. 'this entire time!' you think. you make a move to throw him deeper into the forest but he dodges and runs into the forest. again. you groan and notice the sun was beginning to peak from the horizon. "it's now or never, demon!" you scream, and chase after him. it was a fruitless chase.

he thought it would have led to you giving up, but it instead became a game of cat and mouse. whenever you did encoutner him, you'd push for answers, for him to just hit you back, deem you worhty of his time, but he just rushed out of the match. leaving you at the same time the moon did.

his comment made you assume you thought he was weak, and knowing he was uppermoon three fed into those assumptions. he only ever fought the highest rank slayers, you noted, and he was almost always victorious in them, except for those who made it til sunrise, two to be exact, and they would talk about how he just never gave up, how he seemed eager to elongate their fight. although, that was years ago, and you weren't even sure if he was considered the third uppermoon then. this continued on for months, and fueled your ambition even more. yet as the days passed, you began to falter more and more, your spark dimming by the seconds. you felt weak, and knowing you weren't was different than feeling you weren't, you felt unworthy, and a demon's word's shouldn't hit as deep as Akazas did. he fought Rengoku, a hashira you grew to know well, and from what he had told you, you just grew insecure. you felt guilty, he survived by a single thread, and instead of wanting to avenge him, you just wanted to be recognized by the demon. you selfishly wanted him to ask you to be a demon, to ask for your name and say that you were gifted. you had soon given up on the chase, guilt eating at you faster than the fire you had in you did. but the fire of wanting to kill him remained in you regardless, laying dormant and behind your old wounds.

as you walk mindlessly, you only notice the moon when you walk into a small running river, the coldness easing the ache in your feet. it was a long day, and you'd just completed a mission the master had given you. you sit on a rock and let the water dance around your ankles, giggling when small pebbles tickled you. you sigh and close your eyes and enjoy the night, trying to find the person you once were before encountering the demon. he hadn't left your mind since, and knowing his name had simply made it harder. your brows furrow in subconscious annoyance. you were sick, sick of him unintentionally controlling your life. "fuck off , Akaza" you groan, opening your eyes. and as the saying goes, speak of the devil and he shall appear. you jump and squeal when he suddenly appears next to you, the height difference increasing as he isn't sitting down. "what the Fuck." you say, trying to get your blade, but stopping when he just laughs. it's soft, and you decide to just give up. he notices your lack of reaction, and sits next to you on the ground. at this point you were both at eye level, and you felt embarrassed that you needed a rock to reach his eyes while sitting. he doesn't know what to say, and neither do you, your interactions were only your attempts to kill him, and him trying to avoid your strikes. you break the silence. "why are you here." and he hears your voice differently for the first time. rasps he's gotten used to aren't there, and it lacks loudness. it's silky, and it pricks at his skin. he can admire you now, he thinks, and he savors every second. he decides to respond truthfully. "i want to know your name." you gasp, its almost ghostly sounding, but he catches on. you feel regret fill your mouth the same way saliva does before you vomit, but instead it's for being happy about a demon asking for your name, and the acidity soon to come is you giving it to him. you contemplate it, and you face him, his breath hitches at finally seeing your relaxed face. your crazy wild eyes are now sharp and gleam the same way gold would, your mouth isn't in a tight frown but instead a slight smile, he assumes it's how it naturally falls. you open your mouth to speak, before your brows furrow, an expression he's gotten used to. "you don't need it." you state. your tone is firm and a familiar coldness returns to it. he hums, "but i wan't it" you tilt your neck back, and sigh, 'oh what the hell'. "y/n." your gaze turns to him and he feels his blood rush, he hates how you easily put him in a trance. "i wan't to kill you." you say boldly, and he lets out a laugh before he realizes your serious. "do you even hear yourself?" and he laughs again. you grab your blade and stab it into his heart, a hit that would have killed anybody normal. "loud and clear, uppermoon three." and he gets goosebumps from your voice. Akaza decides to humor you, and grabs your blade to throw it at you, knowing you would easily avoid it. he sees excitement in your face and smiles at it, it wouldn't hurt to humor you, he just needed to be very careful. Although your skeptical you decide if you die fighting him, people would see it as an honorable death, and it would ease you in your final moments.

Akaza felt guilty. he was there for one reason only. to kill you. it was an order from muzan, and as much as he wanted to remain loyal to the man, he couldn't. "you aren't serving me as efficiently as before, I believe it's the Kinoe." he was right. and it was then when he stated he was to kill her, or he'd kill them both himself. He wasn't going to kill you himself, he was going to have a smaller demon do the work for him, but he wanted to know you, wanted to do what he couldn't do before. He was gravitating toward you, and he wasn't given any room to pull way. He thought it'd be okay to let you spend our last moments doing what you wanted. To fight him.

But the fight turned a different way than he thought.

each sentence you spoke, each sassy remark, you'd made him more intrigued. he found himself wanting to know everything about you, and as the night went on, after you cleanly sliced the lower demons dead and continued to speak as if nothing happened, he felt he was ready to give up his loyalties. he was afraid, you spoke for the entire night and he had to decide to kill you and execute his duties as muzans right hand, or, if he'd die with you. as the sun rose, reminding him the same way an hourglass would, he decides to run. again. but this time, with a promise to see you again. you land one more hit and he trips you, catching your arm before you hurt yourself on a jagged rock. he positions you as you catch your balance, and he holds your blade in his hand, his palm bleeding as he digs it deeper. "you could use more work on your form." he chuckles, and you simply snicker. "i haven't done this fighting style for hundreds of years y'know." he hums, and walks into the forest, he needed an excuse, and a way to hide the night he went through from muzan.

deep shit, you think.

this continues again, and again, until eventually, you know more of Akaza than you do your own family. night after night, saying goodbye when the sun rose. he was able to make it seem like you'd been killed, ofcourse not with his own hands, muzan wouldn't believe it, and you never got in the way of his missions.

it felt wrong, but the way he ignited you pushed you to continue the growing relationship. but you knew deep down, eventually it would slip, and muzan would find out, if not him, then your comrades. but to both you, you stopped minding it.

you were killed, in a torturous way infront of akaza, muzan had found out, and it was one of the moments that made it easier for him to not grow his head back when decapitated. he figured if it was you who he was meeting again, then maybe death was the answer.

funfact! he refused to let you walk with him to hell. he made sure you both wen't separate ways, but once he made it far enough, you ran back to him and you both fell to the depths together.

'you don't belong here.'

'i do. if i was a saint, i would have never met you.'

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer x reader #kny #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer fic #demon slayer headcannons #demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba #akaza #kny akaza #akaza x reader #demon slayer akaza #akaza kimetsu no yaiba #rengoku kyojuro #upper moons #upper moon three #akaza x y/n #akaza x you

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pssst !

made a new "coming soon." section in my masterlist,, how exciting !!'

#demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer fic #demon slayer headcannons #demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba #genya #because i love genya

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⭐️- Put this star in the inbox of your favorite blogs. It’s time to spread positivity 💜🥰🤟

CRYING. SO CUTE. I FEEL SO APPRECIATED.

⭐️💜🖤🤍

catch me putting this star everywhere , the time to spread positivity is now and forever X)))

#favorite #blogger #i love my moots

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YOU WOULD SERIOUSLY DRAW FOR ME ????? i feel so HONORED- I MEAN YOUR ART IS ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS YOU HAVE EXTREME TALENT- GOSH- 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 ONLY IF U CAN AND HAVE TIMEMEMEME (UvU) i doooo have a personaaaaaa X))))) i can describe her if you'd like; BUT MY FAV CHARACTER IS KYOJURO + GENYA🙈🙈🙈 so whichever you prefer to draw !! YOUR SO SWEET I AM GOING TO HAVE A HEART ATTACK.

Ok ok I’m back for some more Genya content!😼 ((bcuz ima simp-)) how about a Fluffy jealous Genya x Fem!Reader?

Just him being pouty and clingy maybe even shoving his face on her chest mumbling words and holding her close and Reader is just giggling at his childish behavior and trying to comfort him? ((Pretty Please with a cherry on top!🍒🙏))

a/n: HOW COULD I EVER SAY NO WHEN IT HAS A CHERRY ON TOP, genya is just <333333 ilovehimsomuch gosh, i just CANT get enough of him.

i listened to Teenage Dream by Katy Perry when writing this, it made me feel so in love while writing .

Love Sick.

Genya Shinazugawa x Fem! Reader

. it wasn't often Genya got jealous, and although some deem it surprising when told, Genya finds it hard to get jealous when your constantly smothering him with reassurances. It's so unfamiliar to the point where when he DOES get jealous, he doesn't know it, and it makes him feel physically sick. it's just so rare for him.

you hummed a tune as you sat down next to genya on the engawa of the butterfly estate, the gentle light of the moon lighting the area. you had cradled two cups of teas in one hand while your other hand held some kind of ointment. you kissed genyas shoulder and he quickly helped you with the items, placing down the teas while turning his head in confusion at the ointment. you smiled, "thank you!" as you gently scooped a generous amount of ointment in your fingers. you inhaled a bit before you used your free hand to pick at the buttons on his shirt. You said your chest felt heavy earlier right? I figured since it wasn't anything physical, it could just be some built up stress, Shinobu said aroma helps. genya thinks back to earlier in the day. he hadn't known it yet, but after seeing how comfortable and excited you were to train with one of the strongest slayers, jealousy had wrapped its arms around him, effectively creating a heavy weight on his chest. he spent the whole day with an uncomfortable gut and heart. "Oh, okay" he said, his eyes wide a little. you giggled at his expression, his face painted with childlike innocence. he didn't understand how the smell of something could help him, but he went along with it anyway. simply because it was you, and you were never wrong. once his shirt was unbuttoned, you warmed the ointment up before rubbing it in slow circles in his chest, the smell overwhelming him and coaxing him to relax as he felt your hands work their magic. he sighed in content as you did so, and he closed his eyes. you stared fondly at him before continuing your ministrations, feeling intense gratitude that the ointment worked. until now, you had tried every medicine and he had still felt uncomfortable. once the ointment had begun to dry, you were about to pick more up before he gently wrapped his hand around your wrist. "hm?" you said, he smiled at you, "im okay now, thankyou." you smiled back and wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him tight. he gently rubbed up and down your back before getting back to talking and drinking tea. it was the only part of the day he had you all to himself, unable to make the connection that he was jealous and simply needed some of your attention to ease the uncomfortable feeling he had.

. on the contrary, when he's aware that he's jealous and what it is that's bothering him, he seeks you out himself rather than letting the physical aspect of it brew. When it came to you, he let all his walls come down. it was easy since you just, got him. not once did he need to explain himself.

you were helping a newer slayer out with training, Genyas eyes staring fondly at you the entire time from afar. He's in a daze, and the purple hue in the sky makes you look even dreamier, he swears he can see the gods smile down at you when the gold rays from the sun hit your eyes in just the perfect time as you performed your breathing form. the slayer you were training was a known heartthrob in the corps, it was obvious he was smitten with you, and it would have bothered genya had he not been so focused on your form. He was taken out of his trance when Tanjiro had politely greeted Genya. "Good evening Genya," jumping from the suddenness, he turned to look at Tanjiro, a small amount of embarrassment flooding into his chest. "Hey." he gruffed out, a little bothered by the intrusion. tanjiro began to speak about something Genya could barely comprehend, his focus still slightly on you. It was only after Tanjiro had mentioned the slayer you were training at the moment that he really payed attention to him. "He was talking about asking for her hand, but there isn't any way he's unaware of yours and hers relationship." Tanjiro puts a finger on his chin, showing that he was thinking, and hummed as he looked to the side. "yeah, i don't think he's unaware, but, i just wanted to let you know what I heard." he turned back to genya and smiled at him, genya scoffed and looked to the side for a moment, "thank you." tanjiro smiled bigger, "Ofcourse, you're my friend after all!" Genya paused and inhaled, "yeah.." , he forgot they were friends now. Although genya had been perfectly fine not even a second ago, he was now hyper aware of everything the slayer did. he noticed slight touches he hadn't before, and the way he looked at you. as jealousy pricked it's needles into his skin, the final one in the coffin was when the slayer had put his hands on you. he had treated you like a mannequin to show you how he thought your form was supposed to be. he realized you weren't as tough on the slayer as you were with others when training them, and insecurity's began to get at him. genya felt a vein snap and his stomach began to hurt. he groaned and rapidly made his way to leave. you had noticed that the sun began to set, and as you turned to look at the slayer to let him know training was over, he had placed his blade down and grabbed your hands. you gasped, and looked at his face. "what are you doing, Kakuchi?" you questioned, he nervously laughed and stuttered a bit, "i just, wanted to tell you something.." you immediately knew what he was going to say and you began to pull your hands out of his grasp, but as you did so his grip only got tighter. you looked back to ask Genya for help, but his spot was empty. Your brows furrowed, 'shit.' you thought. he was spewing nonsense as you groaned and jerked your hand off, "Kakuchi, that is inappropriate." his eyes widened, "what?" you look at him, your gaze fierce. "my job is to train you, and now it's starting to seem that you aren't taking any of it seriously. i am not here to entertain your fantasies, i hope you understand that you are wasting my valuable time in doing this." you grabbed his blade and placed it in his hands, "practice forms one through seven, you aren't doing any of them correctly." you huff and walk away, "i will speak to the master to set you up with another teacher, since you aren't making any progress with me." you sweetly smile, it makes him feel sick, "you're aware that i'm already in the hands of someone else right?" he looks down in shame at his blade and you make your way to look for genya.

As you turn the corner you see him walking, muttering something under his breath. he needed to cool down before he went to you, so he decided to wait at the garden you both always meet at. you hastily made your way to genya and gently touched his arm, he went stiff before his gaze made its way across your features. he eased into your touch and exhaled, 'it's not her fault', he thinks. you put your forehead on his arm, and groan into it, snapping him out of his thoughts. "what happened?" he says, the ghost of a frown making its way onto his lips. "i've been wasting all of my evenings this entire month." you say, and he snickers, "yeah? what'd it take to realize it." he says. his tone is snarky, and had you not known any better, you would have pinched him for the attitude. "this entire training thing," you scoffed. "a waste of my time and energy." you shook your head in frustration. your hands began to move as you explained and walked to the garden. "see, i had a feeling he was purposely trying for it to be me to train him, but, how could i go off of just a feeling? i can't tell the master i can't train him just cause," you crack your neck before smiling, "but NOW i have an excuse to get him off my case, thank the gods.." he stops before furrowing his brows, and you're quick to explain before he questions it. "he waited until the sun set to tell me that he thinks i'm so beautiful and blah blah," you huff and roll your eyes at the memory, "he was asking me to be his girlfriend." he frowns and his face forms into an angry expression. he clicks his tongue and looks at you for a bit before speaking, "what did you say?" you snort, "i shut that shit down," he exhaled in relief and you laughed, "did you think i'd do otherwise?" he groaned and rested his forehead on your shoulder, biting it as he inhaled your sweet scent. he quickly recognized it as being the perfume he had bought you on one of his missions and pinched the spot he bit as you giggled, a muffled 'quit it' slipping from his lips. you knew how he was feeling, you knew he left because he was jealous, he would always wait for your session to end before walking to the garden with you, it was an everyday thing, it would be unusual for him to leave you behind. you finally stopped giggling and kissed his head as you began to play with his hair with both of your hands. he gently snaked his arms around your waist, pushing you farther into him. "you were jealous, weren't you~" you cooed, and he pushed you off, still holding your waist. "no." he said. you laughed, "oh okay!" you say, grabbing his face his your hands, gently kissing his forehead and placing his head to rest on your chest. he gently snuggled himself deeper into your skin, trying to mold himself with you although impossible and sighed in content. he felt the vibration from your voice on him as you spoke, "it's okay to be jealous genya, it's normal to feel that way you know? you don't have to hide it." he was debating on pushing himself off your chest, but he knew you'd just drag him back into you. instead he opted for snuggling deeper into your chest and nipping at the skin he could sink his teeth into. "not jealous." he said. you nodded, "hm, sure." you lead his head to yours to give him a kiss on the lips, and he smiled mid way through it. once you felt it was enough, you kissed his cheek and held him tighter. "you're my everything genya, just know that." he closed his eyes and indulged in your words, deciding it's best to just keep quiet. "i hope we get married one day, after all this." he opens his eyes at that, furrowing his brows, he's thankful you can't see him. he kisses your pulse on your neck, and grabs your left hand to kiss your ring finger. "ill marry you. make you the happiest wife. tomorrow if you want me to, and if that's too soon, then the day after that and so on.." he widened his eyes, not thinking he would ever say the thoughts out loud. you held him tighter at that, "keep your word, shinazugawa."

funfact! when sanemi first caught wind of the news of genyas wedding day, he was ashamed and hurt that he had pushed genya way to the point of not being able to share the excitement with him, that was until you had came to all the hashira at the end of their pillar meeting. you had held out 8 invitations in your hands and you smiled sweetly at them all, explaining you had "saved the best for last" sanemi had been the first of the hashira to say grab an invitation yes, rengoku being a close second.

when all the hashira went their separate ways, you held sanemi back, "thank you for deciding to come. he doesn't know your coming, i want it to be a surprise." he gives you a small nod and smile, his rough nature making it difficult to speak kindly to you, his future sister in law. "genya was thinking of making it an open wedding, he felt you wouldn't come otherwise or say no if he invited you directly, but he really wanted to keep the wedding private and only for those special to us." he nods, wincing internally that genya was willing to be uncomfortable at his own wedding just to catch a glimpse of samemi. "oh! you're invited to the after party too, this will be much smaller than the wedding itself, but it would be nice to see you there as well." you smile and wave goodbye, taking your leave.

sanemi and genya had spent the entire after party speaking to eachother, intently listening to how you and him had met. he had missed his little brother after all.

#my moot has the kindest heart guys🤧#just full of pure talent #me thinks yes

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I AM GONE. MY MOOT IS SO ADORABLE . THE THREE HEARTS WITH GENYAS COLOR JUSR GAVE ME A BIG IDEA OH GOSH. the thanks goes all to YOU and your LOVELY brain !!! had you not requested, I wouldn't have made smth this SWEET.

😫🖤💜🤍

Ok ok I’m back for some more Genya content!😼 ((bcuz ima simp-)) how about a Fluffy jealous Genya x Fem!Reader?

a/n: HOW COULD I EVER SAY NO WHEN IT HAS A CHERRY ON TOP, genya is just <333333 ilovehimsomuch gosh, i just CANT get enough of him.

i listened to Teenage Dream by Katy Perry when writing this, it made me feel so in love while writing .

Love Sick.

Genya Shinazugawa x Fem! Reader

sanemi and genya had spent the entire after party speaking to eachother, intently listening to how you and him had met. he had missed his little brother after all.

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kyojurosprettygirl · 8 months

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love casted in the stones. 2

Gyomei Himejima x Gorgon! Fem! Reader

Gyomei was constantly defending you, and because of his respected status, and truthful words, people couldn't go against him.

"you do not know her, therefore your opinions on her are invalid."

"as far as i am aware, neither of you were with her during that meeting, all the hashira have accepted her and it's time you both do as well."

"she can not control the way she was born, you were in the wrong for saying that."

.the two kakushi that had spoken ill of you were almost released from their duties because of it

Gyomei was always bringing you to meet with his students, majority of them finding who you were interesting and holding you to a high regard, simply because Gyomei did too. His students began to adore you soon after your first meeting.

"can she turn anything into stone?"

"no, she cannot, just humans she makes eye contact with."

"will she be visiting us during training? i hope so.."

"im sure she will, i let her know in advance."

"where's y/n? we made some gifts for her!"

"she isn't here today, but if you'd like i'll give them to her."

.they were amendment on giving the gift to you themselves.

Gyomei was the one who helped you accept who you were, lifting your spirits up with praises and reasons you shouldn't be ashamed of yourself. he made the days you felt embarrassed and insecure bearable.

"you are unique, it is something you should feel proud of, that ability of yours is something some would wish for."

"your blood holds centuries of culture and generations, you truly are a special thing. you should be proud of who you are."

"your snakes and eyes, i've been told they are extremely beautiful, there are days i wish the gods would grant me just a minute of vision just so i could see you."

.once, he went to the temples and prayed for hours to the gods, asking them to be able to see you one day.

Gyomei was the one who brought you to come to terms with the night you had lost your friend and accidentally killed the two slayers, and although some might deem it unforgivable, slayers and their families know deep down, that the second they or their children pick up a blade, they have signed their life away.

"it could be a selfish way for me to think, but it was a simple mistake, it wasn't like you could control the abilities you were born with."

"the fact that you are alive, and living out the life you didn't want to live out initially, shows your beautiful and strong heart. I believe your friend is smiling down at you, for granting his wish."

"the families of the slayers, they knew their children would die one die. it's the cost of being a demon slayer, it is not always you'll walk out victorious. if you would like, we could visit them together."

.you did end up visiting the families, one was kinder than the other, but you left both estates with a less heavy heart and being forgiven of your destruction.

Gyomei was eager when you had told him you wanted to go back to the ruins of what was once your home, he was eager to finally know more about you and felt honored you had chosen him to go with you.

"i can only imagine the fear that went through everyone's mind, you seemed so content in your life here."

"would you like to take some of the remaining scriptures back, then? i would like to know more about your kind, these might hold some information you could explain to me."

"we should take the items back home with us, we can place it on his tombstone when we get back."

.you had found your friends old home and took some of his and his grandpas belongings to place on his grave the day after. Gyomei was always there. he was there to pray with you when you went to visit your families graves. he was there to find a solution when it came to stoning people. he was there to give you a place of solace.

"she holds you dear to your heart, she always thinks about you. had it not been for you, i would have never met her, so i am here to thank you."

"you said you wanted to go to the market right? we could blindfold you, if you'd like, you do not need to do this if you aren't comfortable."

"it is okay y/n. im here with you."

.he is always thanking your friend at his grave when he can, he never ends his prayer without a thankyou. he also taught you how to get through the days with a blindfold over your eyes, you picked up on your surroundings easily with him.

Gyomei was the only person your snakes felt comfortable enough to show themsleves and were constantly nuzzling into him.

"It's okay y/n, I do not mind. although I must ask, are they as fond of Iguros snake as they are of me?"

"they seem very long, are they? they must be thick too.."

"are they always hidden? i hadn't realized they could hide themselves to appear as normal hair.."

.every time he was near, he could hear a small bundle of hisses drift into his ears. he got so used to it that he would worry he did something if he couldn't hear them. they are also very fond of Iguros snake, but not it's owner.

Gyomei was never seen without you near by, as grounded as he was, he felt like he was in the clouds with you around. at some point, your sweet voice was the only thing he could think about, and he had made it his mission to get you to join the corps.

"she's very sweet, i feel very comfortable around her. my entire week is made the second i hear her."

"she is very strong, i don't need to worry about her as much as people think so. she is just anxious about her abilities."

"i will take full responsibility in training her, if i must."

.once you had picked up stone breathing, you had created a few more forms for it. since then, you and gyomei were always seen together for missions, successfully becoming partners (you as his tsuguko). you had discovered soon after that if demons get your blood into their system, they turn to stone.

Yours and Gyomeis tombstone had snakes sculpted around it, some even formed a heart, unworn wedding bands were placed atop of it.

funfact! After the final battle, gyomei was granted his prayer once he died and he regained his vision in the afterlife. he thanked the gods as you both made it to heaven together.

back at earth, the kakushi and removed your blindfold. they found that they were able to safely look you in the eyes to prepare you and him for burial. they had buried you and gyomei facing eachother. ( they had found out from his students that Gyomeis final wish was to be buried facing you. )

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Ok ok I’m back for some more Genya content!😼 ((bcuz ima simp-)) how about a Fluffy jealous Genya x Fem!Reader?

a/n: HOW COULD I EVER SAY NO WHEN IT HAS A CHERRY ON TOP, genya is just <333333 ilovehimsomuch gosh, i just CANT get enough of him.

i listened to Teenage Dream by Katy Perry when writing this, it made me feel so in love while writing .

Love Sick.

Genya Shinazugawa x Fem! Reader

sanemi and genya had spent the entire after party speaking to eachother, intently listening to how you and him had met. he had missed his little brother after all.

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kyojurosprettygirl · 8 months

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STOP . THIS WARMS MY HEART! This is what i love to see when I write fics like these, it makes me so happy that I was able to fulfill your wish!! THANKYOU FOR THIS IT MADE MY ENTIRE MONTH!!! if you ever have more requests, it's open !! (UvvU) GOsh, sweetest human ever, i will cherish this reblog , trust me!

Hi hi hello! May I request a fluffy Genya x fem!reader?

Something like he got injured during a mission and she gos to visit him at the butterfly estate to surprise with slices of watermelon to cheer him up! ((Cuz you know that’s his favorite!)) maybe even gentle kisses on his fresh new scars? Idk just anything sweet and fluffy! I’ll be happy either way!^^✨

a/n: HOW CUUUUTEEEE!!! im such a sucker for Genya content (>_<) i love ur idea and i hope you enjoy reading this. this is inspired by summertime sadness since, watermelons r a summer fruit, no? (UvU) Also, tumblr deleted the post so i had to copy and paste, but i don't know if it chipped some things off. LET ME KNOW!

late is better than never .

Genya Shinazugawa x Fem! Reader

as the sun slowly crept its way into view, Genya had realized then he had once again missed one of my your dates. he holds as many wounds as he can with his one useful arm tighter and winces, cursing himself for doing this to you. he stands for a moment, thinking how he could make it up to you.

you gasp as you gently wrapped your arms around genya's and pulled him toward you, leaning your head onto his shoulder. "Genya look!" you point ahead. "huh?" he looks curiously to where your pointing and immediately sees what your seeing, you both look at each other and smile big, running towards the watermelon stand. the old couple running the stand knowingly look at each other and laugh, standing up and readying themselves to greet you and genya. they quickly thought of how they were once young and in love, you and genya easily making them reminisce their teenage love. once you were standing infront of the couple, you excitedly spoke to them, any anxiety leaving your body. "I hadn't realized they were in season!" you smiled wide, the old lady nodded at you, her smile never leaving her face. "well they are, my dear! would you and your boyfriend like a slice? on the house!" you gasped and held your cheeks, disregarding the boyfriend comment. "your serious?" she nods and pushes the tray toward you. you gently grab the prettiest slice and push it towards genyas face. "say ah" genyas ears turn red and he opens his mouth, allowing you to feed him. he also disregards the boyfriend comment. his eyes widen and any nervousness he had before had completely left him, the slice tasted amazing. he gently grabs the slice from your hands and feeds it to you, and your eyes widen back at him. he laughs at yours and his expression, "it's the best isn't it?" he says, and you nod. "the best i've ever had!"'you eat more of the slice, "we should get an entire melon! no, let's get three! two for you and i to share and one to share with the others!" as you and genya speak of the melon, the old couple look fondly at the scene. "she reminds me of you my dear," the old man says, she snickers and looks at her husband, "and he reminds me of you, always behind me waiting for me to speak for you." they share a laugh, and as you reach into your pocket, genya steps infront of you and looks at the old couple, "how much for the entire stand" you gasp and grab his arm, "genya!" the old lady laughs and the old man widens his eyes, "are you serious?" the man says, genya scratches his neck. "well, not really." he looks to the side, and takes out as many coins as he has, "but i'll take as much as i can get." before the couple says something you take some of your coins out as well, placing them down with genyas, before he can say something you move your hands to form a 'shut your mouth' motion and look at the couple, "this will get us more right?" you and genya left with two woven baskets full of melons, each one holding 7, leaving the old couple with two melons left to sell. he wouldn't let you carry even one melon to make the load easier. "let's do this again" genya says, smiling at you, you nod and smile big, "we should! i had a lot of fun today" he shyly looks away and grabs your hand, "how about next week?"

it's the third week he's said that.

"-r arm." genya snaps out of his thoughts and looks next to him, it's Tanjiro. "huh?" genya says, looking at Tanjiro will his full attention. tanjiro smiles, a warm aura oozing out of him, trying to calm down after the hard fight. "i was saying if i could bandage your arm" genya looks over at his arm as tanjiro points, his blood is practically decorating the floor. but before he could answer a sharp pain hits his rib. his vision gets blurry as his breathing becomes labored and he begins to pass out, your shadowy figure filtering his vision just before he closes his eyes.

he wakes up in one of the rooms in the butterfly estate, it's about noon and the comfort he feels pisses him off. he shouldn't be there, he should be apologizing to you, again. he looks to his side, the action hurting, and he sees Tanjiro speaking to some of the girls in the butterfly estate. "is y/n going to be here?" Tanjiro said, already aware of genyas affections towards you. one of the butterfly girls nod, "y/n should be coming soon, she mentioned she had slept late when she came by in the morning so we sent her back home to rest a little longer. Aoi sent someone to get her." guilt begins to eat at his heart, you had waited for him the entire night, regardless of the fact that you had promised to help the girls clean in the morning, "i see," tanjiro says, looking at genya. he jumps at seeing his eyes open, "your awake!" he smiles, "what a relief," tanjiro says. genya nods and closes his eyes, sighing, "what a relief," he says back. he opens his eyes and sits up, one of the girls quickly rushing to his side, "slowly genya! your ribs are still broken, you have to take it easy." he grumbles, rolling his eyes. he sits up fully and looks around the room, "can i be alone for a moment." he pauses, "please." and they all nod, leaving him be. "Aoi is almost done with the food, so you should be getting your lunch soon." one of the girls says, smiling before he closes the door. he looks over himself and noticed many fresh scares adorning his flesh, and he can't decide wether to love or hate them. they look and feel ugly, but he feels a little stronger than before, a familiar feeling of weakness creeping up his chest. he won't amount to sanemi, ever, and these scars make him feel ugly, not strong like they usually do.

Aoi hands you the plate of food, warning you that it's hot and to be careful. you quickly brush her off and thank her as you barge into genyas room. as he prepares to cuss out the person who came in against his wishes, he calms down as he sees you and looks away. he can feel his throat get tight and his eyes gloss over. you exhale in relief but your movement remain frantic, excitedly running to him. you close the door and rush to put his food on the table next to him, placing the box you held behind you and straddling his legs carefully. you grab his face and make him look at you, and since he can't bring himself to push you away, he just holds onto your wrists tightly for support. your hair is messy and not done in its usual style as your eye bags remain prominent and your face is puffy, a telltale sign that you had just woken up. he looks at your lips and sees they're still a tad bit glossy, not allowing himself to continue to look at them. it feels like a punishment, but the feeling dies out as he looks at your cheeks and nose. your cheeks a tinged with pink, and your nose is still sun burnt from the time you'd gone to the markets together. your hands are warm against his cold skin, and he leans into your touch. you smile wide in disbelief and a few tears roll down your face. he moves his hands to wipe them as they come down , his brows furrowing. "no no no, don't cry, please.." his throat is tighter than ever and he swallows every word he was thinking of saying, he wants to cry with you. you close your eyes and hug him softly, a great contrast to your usual bone crushing one's, and feel all around him. his hand gently makes its way up to your head, and he cradled it, digging his fingers into your hair. "just-" you choke out, "you're alive. your physically here, oh my god." you pull away, although hesitantly, and take him in. he was wearing a loose patient shirt, and it gave a full view of his arms and neck. you rested your fingers on the buttons of it, and looked at him. your eyes met his, 'can i?' he nods, his eyes speak for him, 'you can do whatever you desire.'

you unbutton it he lets you see his upper body freely. you can see many fresh wounds, some bandaged and some are already scarred, his demon powers you think. he shrinks into himself as you gaze and you nod no, "you're beautiful, genya." you exhale, and push him down slowly in a means to not irritate his wounds. "i was worried sick," you cry, he continues to wipe every tear that makes its way to your chin, "when Aoi woke me up, and told me what happened, i wanted to scream," you hold his hand and lean in, "i was so pissed-" you choke, "why didn't she tell me right away? why did she wait until you were stable to tell me, i mean-" you breathe in, "what if something had happened during your treatment, and i had spent my time sleeping through it," you shake your head. "i would never forgive myself, im supposed to be with you through it all, through every second ." he nods at you, "but i'm okay." he says, and you laugh. "you're okay, yes." you sniffle as you smile but frown soon after, "they were surprised you survived. a lot of blood loss, i saw all the bloody rags outside.. i felt my heart drop to my stomach genya." he can only imagine how he'd feel if he was in your place. "im just glad the news i got of you was that you were expected wake up, and not your time of death." he takes a hand off your face and holds your hand. he hasn't smiled at all, and his gaze is distant. you move your head, and kiss his palm gently. he blushes and as his lips part in shock he shuts it when you lean into his chest. you take a second to hear his heartbeat and when you feel it's enough you kiss the spot. he debates on holding his breath or not. you slowly get up and trace the new scars, kissing them when your finger meets the end. and you do this all over his chest, stomach and arms. "i don't know how you do it," you softly say. "all these," you kiss the biggest scar, "and you still remain standing. Tanjiro told me how long you held out, i really don't think i'd ever be able to do it." you grab his arm with the most wounds and sob, "they make you look so tough," you giggle as you squeeze his bicep after noticing the muscle flex when you grabbed it, "gyomei fed you well, didn't he" he blushes and exhales a small laugh. mainly out of disbelief. you kiss all over his arm gently, and begin to give him butterfly kisses up to his neck. you begin to position yourself comfortably and rest your head in the crook of his neck to continue to give him butterfly kisses. you place your hand on his heart and he places his hand over it, not wanting you to take it off. he wraps his arm over your shoulder and pushes you closer into him as he kisses your head, letting it linger for a second more.

you both lay there for a moment before you suddenly gasp. "Genya your food!" you push yourself up too fast for his liking. you grab his food

and set everything up as you help him sit up. before you can feed anything to him he grabs your hand. "; need to apologize." he whispers, and you lean your head in confusion. "what do you mean?" you say,

"last night," he pauses, " left you waiting." your mouth forms an 'o. "you're here now, aren't you? you were only a few hours away from me, if i had waited just a li-" he clamps his hand over your mouth, shaking his head no "you shouldn't have needed to wait, y/n" he is serious, and you know he feels guilty, he isn't being playful with you like he usually is. he takes his hand off your face "i would wait forever for you." you whisper. he silently winces and his chest tightens. "you're only a day late genya.. your here with me. better than never right?" he nods. "i forgive you, genya, but i promsie you i do not mind." you begin to grab the utensils to feed him, "were slayers, and you're a higher rank, i knew what i signed up for. it's okay." you feed him a piece of his food, and he realizes that it's true. he had nothing to worry about, your understanding nature quickly eased his worries, why was he so worried. "i forgive you, because i know you'd never do it intentionally." he nods again. "you're my happiness genya." you smile at him. "oh! one more thing." you reach behind you and the box you had, watermelon slices overtaking his vision. you smiled wide, " cut some melon up for you!" he hugs you tight, albeit suddenly, and when he pulls away he kisses you. it was a lingering kiss when he pulled away, and he takes you in, the sun rays peeking in from the blinds making you look even more beautiful than before. "i love you, and i've been wanting to tell you for a while now." he blushes and you follow in shit, " love you too.." and you hug him again, knocking the wind out of him, "oh sorry sorry! i forgot.." you say. he waves his hand 'it's okay' and you both share a laugh.

that night, you and him had danced under the moonlight right outside of the estate. not that he knew how, but he wanted to spend the night with you in any way possible, eager to be close to you. it was a sight that had made shinobu smile fondly at you both, thinking of how he could bring it up to gyomei when he sees him again. you had worn the clothing he bought you, and he spend the entire night telling you what you missed, ready to listen to what he had missed from you. it was late, but neither of you needed to wake up early the day after.

funfact! every time watermelons are in season, the old couple awaits yours and genyas return. when the summer you and genya hadn't shown up came, they had a hard time closing for the night, telling themselves you and genya had simply moved.

right before closing, Sanemi came over and bought their entire stand, cutting and giving the watermelon out with Giyuu to the village kids.

they had intially mistakened him for Genya, asking where you were, and Sanemi had to sadly explain that you and genya were no longer alive.

Since then, the couple gave flowers to Sanemi for him to place on yours and his graves, until one summer their stand was never put up.

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kyojurosprettygirl · 8 months

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a/n: this was initially a request, but i had got it too late and i saw that it was already written out, so this is inspired by the request! all credit goes to the anon that requested the aizetsu x reader ! i wouldn't have created this hadn't they reqested it. Sorry to the WONDERFUL nonnie with a creative brain for not being able to write it out, but the fic that WAS written out is GREAT and i reccomend it. if you want to read the fic, its by @stxrmylxve (UvvvU)

Heres the link to the specific post!

the star that welcomed him with open arms.

Demon of your choice (Aizetsu coded.) x Fem! Demon Slayer! reader

. he notices the change in your demeanor before you even consciously act on it.

. the first time he saw the change, you had adorned traditional demon slayer attire, and he felt a chill run down his spine for a moment. He knew he could easily kill you, but he didn't want to, he felt an immense amount of love for you, and he felt he'd rather die, but if it ever came to it, he knew he could kill you in a second. he thinks he'll do it in a painless way, hit your brain or heart first. But when he saw you throw your blade down and your nose scrunch a bit, he knew he didn't need to worry. "i wanted to tell you sooner, but, i couldn't bring myself to do it.." you say, glancing down. he didn't care, but a bit of betrayal rushed to his feet. you were playing your part in your society, and he was playing his part in his, he couldn't be upset at that.

the cold night air gently wrapped itself around your body and you embraced it. your sweat made you glisten in the moonlight, and for a moment Tanjiro was entranced with your skill and stamina. you had just saved him and nezuko from a demon, and although he hadn't needed the help, he appreciated it regardless and bowed down to you, thanking you. it was the first time you killed a demon, ever, and he could smell the guilt off of you. "there is no need to thank me...i promise you that." he interprets the guilt as you feeling bad for the demon, and that was part of it, but not all of it. you give him his blade, and wince, "i hadn't meant to break it, I apologize." he forgives you immediately without thought, making you exhale a laugh, 'how sweet' you think. "you, aren't a demon slayer?" he asks, and you look at him and smile, "no, i'm not." you then pat nezukos head and she smiles, her fangs showing. turning your head at the sight of her bamboo on the ground, tanjiro speaks up. "ah! she's a demon, but not a bad one!," he rushes out. "there is no need to worry." you fondly smile at the girl and wipe the dirt off her cheek before moving to pick up her bamboo, "I understand" you say. you make sure tanjiro and nezuko make their way back to where they needed to be safely and you leave without a trace, except for your hair pin, which stayed secured on nezukos head. She never plans on taking it off. Tanjiros great story telling had made it's way to the master, and Tanjiro had promised the master to ask you to become a slayer if the chance ever came. The chance did eventually come, and after a few months of training and mastering water breathing, final selection was the hardest thing you had to endure. It was easy for you, but the empathy you had felt for demons had made it so that after every kill, tears would meet your neck.

. the second time he saw a change, was when one night you came back to his arms, thanks to Nakime ofcourse, and as he took your face in he noticed it was somber. he swears the essence of gray bled out the longer he looked at you. "What's wrong?" he asks, quietly, trying not to break whatever glass had formed around you. you shake your head and smile, embracing him tighter. "it was just a long day." it was the first time since your relationship began that you had slipped out of his arms at night. 'its hot' you said. demon's didn't have a need for sleep, but humans did, so he stayed in bed for nights he didn't need to be out just for you.

Tanjiro hugged his knees closer to himself as he looked at the moon, it was a new moon, so the night was awfully darker than he was used to. "sometimes, i even wonder what they'd be like. they'd be older now, they would have grown taller. Would Takeos favorite color still be yellow? Would Hanako still enjoy baking?" you let Tanjiro lean into you as he spilled his thoughts out. He was constantly lifting the others baggages of their shoulders, thanks to his inviting and kind aura, so after getting closer to you, he allowed himself to tell you his thoughts. You were strong, and he and nezuko began to see you as an older sister figure, you were someone he could rely on and he was thankful. He smelled guilt almost immediately after the sentence came out, but the intense smell of care overpowered it. "i see." you say and put your head on his, "just remember that, they're always looking out for you, and one day-" you exhale, "one day, you will see them again, and they will tell you everything. but until that day comes," you look into his eyes and smile, tears filling up, "i can not wait, to see the wonderful person you grow up to be. and i can not wait to hear nezuko tell me her new favorite color next week." you both share a laugh, and you begin to cry. How could you be dating a demon, who took thousands of innocent lives for power, and allow tanjiro to spill his past to you, whos family was taken from him gruesomely by a demon. he hugs you tight and you hug back. "im sorry" you whisper, a double edged sword piercing from your heart into his.

. the third (and final) time he saw a change, was when you had taken a walk in the forest, like you usually do, but the atmosphere was different. It was the very same forest you had encountered tanjiro and nezuko for the first time. He had tried to kiss you, and it was when you smelled of a different man that he backed up, just before you were able to distance yourself.

"You no longer love me." he bluntly states. you stare at him, your eyes beginning to swell with tears. You choke a sob out, and he restrains himself from reaching out to you, although it pained him, you were no longer his to hold. you begin to cry hysterically and get down on your knees, eyes closing and having trouble breathing. He looks up to avoid looking at your figure, it physically paining him. "No." you breathe in, "I do. I love you, and it hurts." He looks down at you and kneels infront of you to see your face. "I can't do this." you choke before you say something again. "I just can't look at you the same. It was easy to love you when I was ignorant." You heave before you open your eyes and look at him. "Who has your heart, y/n" he frowns. "You. and it's why I can't do this." you state. He shakes his head no. "I no longer have your heart, and it's hurting me, so i'm asking you again, who has your heart." you stand up and he stands up with you. you point your finger into his chest and push him back. "You!" you scream. "I am a guilty woman. I can't love you. I don't want to, but I do. And it scares me. Because I'm going to spend my entire life loving you, a demon." you sneer the word 'demon' and he almost cracks. "i want to hate you," you walk into his chest and cry. he holds you, feeling confused. "but i know i never will, and i'm trying to get you to kill me before guilt consumes all of me." he sighs. "why would i kill you, why would guilt consume you." you huff. "you wouldn't kill me. but, i want you to. guilt consumes me, because, demons kill innocent people, many of them, you have done the same. It's unfair of me to know this and continue to bare my heart to one, to you, and allow others to tell me about their lost ones. it's unfair to you, because I am killing your kind. I'm split!" you choke again and your grip is tighter on him. He leans his face onto your head and kisses wherever he can. "Do you want us to stop this. One word, and i'll leave you alone. But, I don't want us to break up.." you laugh, a sad one. "No. I don't want us to break up. I want this. I just don't know what to do anymore. Because I can't play both sides." he holds your face in his hands and kisses you. It lingers even after he stops. you hold his wrists and lean into one of his palms. "Then i'll help you. let's go our separate ways. live different lives. and, when the day comes, i'll embrace you again." and he walks away. A weight is lifted off your shoulders, and you breathe out. You feel guily for feeling relieved, yet, you finally feel free. tears no longer spill out of your eyes. "oh." you say quietly.

. he spends a long time wandering alone in the forest, reminiscing of your lovely smell and voice. he knew the day would come when you would realize what exactly you were loving. he wasn't angry, but he was upset. he was alone again, but he figured it was for the best. you were human after all, and he'd outlive you, he wanted you to spend your days comfortable. if he ever had to kill you, he'd have an easier time doing so he thinks.

. you on the other hand, thrived afterward. your heart still belonged to him, and not once did another person take ahold of your affections. you no longer felt guilty, and tanjiro questioned no longer smelling it, but came to the conclusion you had gotten stronger, emotionally that is. you enjoyed your demon slayer days, fondly thinking back on the times you shared with the demon. some days were harder than others, but regardless, you held tight onto the demon.

funfacts! You had died years before your demon did. You died protecting the younger slayers against a very strong demon. Nezuko had Tanjiro recreating your hair on hers everyday and became even more protective of your hair pin afterwards while Sanemi would visit your grave just to thank you for keeping genya safe. Your demon died while fighting powerful slayers, by choice. You had greeted him in the afterlife and held his face as he kneeled infront of you. you waited all that time just to see him again. you stayed insistent on walking with him to hell, even though you belonged in heaven.

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kyojurosprettygirl · 8 months

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Hi hi hello! May I request a fluffy Genya x fem!reader?

late is better than never .

Genya Shinazugawa x Fem! Reader

it's the third week he's said that.

you both lay there for a moment before you suddenly gasp. "Genya your food!" you push yourself up too fast for his liking. you grab his food

and set everything up as you help him sit up. before you can feed anything to him he grabs your hand. "i need to apologize." he whispers, and you lean your head in confusion. "what do you mean?" you say,

"last night," he pauses, " i left you waiting." your mouth forms an 'o. "you're here now, aren't you? you were only a few hours away from me, if i had waited just a li-" he clamps his hand over your mouth, shaking his head no "you shouldn't have needed to wait, y/n" he is serious, and you know he feels guilty, he isn't being playful with you like he usually is. he takes his hand off your face "i would wait forever for you." you whisper. he silently winces and his chest tightens. "you're only a day late genya.. your here with me. better than never right?" he nods. "i forgive you, genya, but i promsie you i do not mind." you begin to grab the utensils to feed him, "were slayers, and you're a higher rank, i knew what i signed up for. it's okay." you feed him a piece of his food, and he realizes that it's true. he had nothing to worry about, your understanding nature quickly eased his worries, why was he so worried. "i forgive you, because i know you'd never do it intentionally." he nods again. "you're my happiness genya." you smile at him. "oh! one more thing." you reach behind you and the box you had, watermelon slices overtaking his vision. you smiled wide, " cut some melon up for you!" he hugs you tight, albeit suddenly, and when he pulls away he kisses you. it was a lingering kiss when he pulled away, and he takes you in, the sun rays peeking in from the blinds making you look even more beautiful than before. "i love you, and i've been wanting to tell you for a while now." he blushes and you follow in suit, " love you too.." and you hug him again, knocking the wind out of him, "oh sorry sorry! i forgot.." you say. he waves his hand 'it's okay' and you both share a laugh.

right before closing, Sanemi came over and bought their entire stand, cutting and giving the watermelon out with Giyuu to the village kids.

they had intially mistakened him for Genya, asking where you were, and Sanemi had to sadly explain that you and genya were no longer alive.

Since then, the couple gave flowers to Sanemi for him to place on yours and his graves, until one summer their stand was never put up.

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