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thgreatestblue · 3 years

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➜ pairing: genya shinazugawa x gn!reader ➜ warnings: fluff, manga spoilers ➜ words: 2.1k ➜ a/n: i was listening to seven while writing this, and guess who’s birthday is today, january 7th? that’s right, genya’s! tell me if this wasn't meant to be. happy birthday to my boy who definitely deserved better! ➜ ao3

summary: You run your thumb over his hand, feeling the rough texture of calluses, small cuts and bumps. If that meant sticking with him even if death was at your door; so be it.

“Ouch!”

“Stop moving or I'll never get it clean, Y/N.”

Genya gently rubs the damp cloth on your left eye, the clean water enters your open wound like a knife and you have to hold yourself still to not flinch again. Now that the adrenaline had unfortunately left your body, you felt like trash. Pain takes over your body as you clench your fists over your thighs; the cloth rubbing on your skin is like rubbing salt on an open wound. It was still a miracle that the cut didn't need stitches — you hate feeling pain, so you were more than fine having to bandage it instead.

Sanemi’s punch managed to make a really ugly damage on your left eye, and even though you haven't take a look at it, you knew it was an awful shade of purple and very swollen — and by the way Genya glanced at the injury every time the cloth came out red, you didn't want to see the bruise just yet.

It stings really bad, but you could endure the pain if it meant having Genya taking care of you with such tender touch. Even though your face was going to be a mess for the next couple of days, at least you had the attention of the boy who was always so timid around you. It was rare the times he really talked to you, however, you enjoyed his presence nonetheless. You close your eyes as the cloth wipes the last spot of blood.

“As if Tanjirou getting involved wasn't enough…” Genya sighs, putting the cloth aside. He holds your face in the light, taking another look at the cut, a shade of pink coloring his cheeks as he continues to speak, “Honestly, Y/N, why did you get involved?”

His fingers are rough, but his touch carries kindness and tender care, tracing a path from your eyebrow along your cheek. It’s enough for you to forget the pain; and with that, all of your surroundings as well, because his face is so close that you can see the texture of his scar, his dark eyes with hints of purple depending on how the light hits his iris. If he noticed the way your eyes traveled around his face — absorbing every little detail — he didn't comment on it.

However, Genya’s face wasn't the best either. Not because of any injury, though. If rejection was a physical wound, then he would've been totally wrecked — and you didn't like that look on his face, at all. It twisted something in your stomach that would make you want to punch the Wind Pillar until he accepted his brother back. Or, would make you want to just wrap your arms around him in a tight hug — two contrasting states of mind that often thinking which one was most likely to happen.

The worst part was that you wished you were there from the beginning, so you could say one thing or two to the Wind Pillar. Instead, you arrived a little bit too late, being able only to shield one of his punches that were meant to Tanjirou. You can’t even remember the chaos that followed after, only that there were too many hands and feet. Tanjirou was still receiving a long scolding from the higher-ups, and you highly suspect you and Genya were going to be receiving one as well.

“Well maybe if your brother wasn't such an asshole, then we wouldn't feel the need to get involved in the first place!” You shout frustrated, “Ouch!”

Genya’s finger hovered over the cut, slightly pinching the skin a bit rougher than it was necessary. You shoot him an accusatory glance, but he doesn't look guilty. You grunt at his boldness; sometimes he would act as the shyest person you’ve met, but would act totally different when it came to his brother; always protecting his name and honor.

He picks the adhesive tape and starts to cut in small portions, concentrating on his task to cover the cut on your face. You watch his skilled hands arranging the gauze; probably used to take care of others because of his brothers and sisters. Used to take care of himself, since he grew up quite alone.

It pains you to remember that Sanemi was the only one left in Genya's life. And as much as you would tell yourself that you didn't understand his actions towards his older brother, the truth was that you did — you really did. It was his only family left, after all.

“Nemi is just… He is dealing with a lot right now, has always been.” He says, voice weak as the words come out of his mouth. His shoulders are curved and you can practically feel the weight of his guilty bringing him down, “It was my fault since the beginning, and it's still my fault for not being strong enough…”

“I swear Genya, If you start that bullshit again I'm going to stick this cloth down your throat.”

The boy stops his work, fingers still holding the half-finished bandage, there’s pain in his eyes as his lips tremble a little. Your words come out harsher than you intended to, and now you feel like you actually did deserve the punch. All you wanted to say was that he was wrong; that he didn't deserve the treatment he got, that he was enough.

But of course you could never find the right words.

Genya was haunted by his past, by a mistake that was still fresh like the open wound in your face. Even after years, it still hasn't healed — not even a little — and you suspect that everytime he thought about his brother the wound would get bigger and bigger, until he was bleeding all over himself. And no matter what, only Sanemi held the keys to his recovery.

Tanjirou once said that Sanemi didn't hate Genya, it was far from that. And even though it made things slightly better, planting a seed of hope inside his heart, it didn't make it any easier to accept that Genya still got rejected. But if the boy was okay with that, not letting the cold and harsh behavior of his brother get to him, you would have to do the same.

“Look, I know you want to get back to your brother, and i really hope you do but…” You trail off, thinking about how Genya talks about his brother compared to the reality; the contrasting behavior still made your head and heart ache, “I just can’t stand the way he treats you. It’s so mean.”

“Y/N, please don’t talk bad about my brother.” He says with no heat on his voice, going back to his work.

You loundly sigh, rolling your eyes. No one truly knew about the Wind Pillar; no one was close enough, nor anyone ever tried — not that he would have given the chance nonetheless. He was a short-tempered guy with violence running in his veins instead of blood.

You just couldn't understand his reasons, if he didn't hate Genya, then why push him away so harshly? You and Tanjirou once sat down analyzing everything, trying to come up with a solution for this disagreement, but as much as you two thought about it, nothing came up, and eventually you let it go — only Genya and Sanemi could resolve this.

Though, It must be lonely living like that, always angry and ready to snap at everything, not having anyone at your side, not even a friend. Who held him close when the world became too dark to even dream? At some point, your heart not only ached for Genya, but for Sanemi as well.

It remind you of the past; how Genya had the same behavior at the beginning of your relationship. You two used to pick up a lot of fights over silly things, he was so insufferably angry at everything. Himejima once had to intervene in a fight because it was getting out of hand — you, with your eyebrow bleeding, Genya with a deep cut on his lips.

But like the rain, a storm always comes to an end, it never lasts forever. The shore brought you back to him after his fight against the Upper-Moon Four and Five. And as much as you two fought, you still cared about the boy — not knowing exactly what made you feel so drawn to him in the first place.

After receiving the news, you went to see him, against your better judgment. You expected to be received with the same harsh and angry behavior, but to your surprise, he was another person; more mature. Pelling a new skin and showing his true colors, and they were quite beautiful.

The bangade is finished quickly, he fixes the adhesive tape on the edges and motions for you to come closer. You stay still, watching him with only one eye open as he puts the bandage over the wound. It covers your entire eye, but it’s necessary to prevent an infection since you didn't want to get stitches.

“I… care about you, Genya.” You suddenly confess.

Genya’s hands freezes on your face that were still fixing the bandage. He doesn't look you in the eye but his face is a shade redder since the last time you glanced at him. You bite the inside of your cheek, feeling your neck and face warm up with the confession. It definitely wasn't the right moment for something like that, however, the words just flew out of your mouth; and you wouldn't take it back. Because they were the bare truth.

The silence eats you away, making your heart beat faster in your chest. You try to read his expression but the only thing you can see is how the redness scalleted to his ears, and now he looked like a tomato and it would have been funny if you weren't in the same state.

“A-And that’s why I’m going to fight your brother as many times as needed if it means you not getting hurt.” You finally say, trying to remedy the situation.

Maybe mentioning that you would hurt his brother — even if it was impossible — would take him out of this flustered state and make him say something? It doesn't work. Genya retreats his hands from your face, holding them on his lap. He looks away, watching the birds flying in the yard as the day passes by. You would appreciate their singing if the beating of your heart wasn't all you could hear.

“That’s what family does...” Genya whispers, still gazing through the window. He looks to be far away from the moment, lost in some memories from the past that you knew so little, but enough to understand his feelings, his actions.

“I can be your family.” You say without thinking.

If Genya was quiet before, now he went totally still. He was still looking away but his flushed face was still very visible under the light coming from the window. It seemed like the filter you always had when talking about emotions suddenly decided to not work anymore — spilling your thoughts out in the open with no type of restrain.

“I mean…” You clean your throat, running a hand through your hair. How many times are you going to embarrass yourself today? Maybe the Wind Pillar did give you a concussion after all, “I will look after you, and you will look after me, just like a family does.”

It wasn't as if you weren't already doing that; if those years growing up with him under Himejima care taught you something, it was that you cared about him, a little bit too much. It took you long enough to finally come to terms with your feelings — and even though you decided to do it right in front of him, they were still strong as ever. Genya finally shifts his gaze to look at you, a ghost of a smile decorating his lips, and it’s enough to put you out of your misery.

“We’ll stick together,” You confirm, grabbing his hand in a rush and squeezing slightly.

“No matter what?” Genya whispers, squeezing your hand in return, making your stomach flip with the touch.

You run your thumb over his hand, feeling the rough texture of calluses, small cuts and bumps. If that meant sticking with him even if death was at your door; so be it.

“No matter what,” You promise.

“I-I would like that.” Genya smiles, and it’s the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen.

You move closer without a second thought, placing a hand on his cheek and gently kissing it — his face was so hot you could feel through the sensitive skin of your lips. Then, you wrap your arms around his waist, burying your face on his neck. It takes quite a few minutes for him to finally relax, returning the hug.

It takes even longer for you two to separate from the warmth of each other's embrace.

#genya shinazugawa #genya x reader #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny x reader #kny #sometimes i write

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shxxknytrash · 4 years

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pair: shinazugawa sanemi x f!reader

genre: angst?? fluff??

warnings: spoilers for those who haven’t read the manga yet.

word count: 3744

a/n: i apologize for any grammatical errors,,, i just want to shower nemi with all the love he deserves;__;

| | “i wish you.. to not die”

Muzan Kibutsuji was finally defeated. Everyone was supposed to be happy, right? Wasn’t it supposed to be a happy ending where everyone can finally live in peace without worrying about their loved ones dying because of Muzan and his demons? Wasn’t this supposed to be that damned happy ending everyone was hoping for?

That wasn’t the case for the Wind Pillar.

Ever since he awoke from his loss of consciousness, all he could ever think of was his little brother breathing out his last words.

“I want you to be happy... I want you to not die because my 'nemi is the the sweetest person in the world.”

All he wanted was to have his brother by his side and see him happily married with a wife and kids; something that could’ve made up for the years they’ve suffered from their abusive father and for the things they couldn’t do for their younger sibling. Yet, no matter how much he wanted to deny the truth, he was alone.

He’s all he’s got now.

He lost his friends, and most importantly, his little brother whom he loved and cared for so much, Genya.

Soon, the silence was replaced by fits of sobs from every single person as it dawned on them how much they’ve lost that day - just to guarantee their future families and the future nation a safe place for them to live.

With his eyes fluttering open, he was greeted by the blinding rays of the sun – only to hiss out a ‘fuck´ when he was thrown back to reality before he could even join his dead family. The rush of anger was coursing through his vein and it was evident enough when the kakushi treating him retracted their hands upon seeing the crease on his forehead.

“Why... can’t I just die and be with them?” Sanemi cries out in frustration, no longer caring for the ‘tough’ persona he used to carry. The words were bitter against his tongue. All he could see was red; all he wants was to wreak havoc and yet there he was, painfully taking in the truth. What was the use when the feelings he’s been harboring the moment his brother breathed his last breath was nothing but pain, sadness, and anger?

“Please... just kill me.” Before the kakushi could even react, Sanemi was knocked out cold from the energy he used from crying his heart out. The kakushi attending him couldn’t help but let out a sigh and continue with wrapping up the badly injured Wind Pillar.

Awaken by the rays of light seeping through the crevices of the wooden wall, Sanemi lets out a grunt as he felt a sharp pain on his sides the moment he tried getting up from the bed. Everything was spinning and he couldn’t make out where he was. To his surprise, a pair of soft yet warm arms wrap themselves around his shoulder to guide him back on the bed.

“Shinazugawa-san, please don’t get up too fast.”

Sanemi couldn’t comprehend as to why someone was helping him despite everything that has happened and to make things worse - it had to be (y/n).

The girl who he used to call as a best friend before he left to train as a demon slayer; the one whom he never said goodbye to as seeing her glistening eyes would make it harder for him to leave. The girl who he never wanted to become a demon slayer as all he wished was for her to marry and have kids, just like what he always wanted for Genya and yet here she was, a demon slayer, who helped them fight Muzan.

Her (e/c) orbs greeted him with gentleness and care which only made his eyes glisten. The last thing he ever wanted right now was to be taken care of; which he thinks he does not deserve. He eyes the aforementioned girl’s movement before narrowing them at the medications being tucked in between her fingers.

“You need to drink these three times a day, Shinazugawa-san. Come, I’ll help you up so that you can drink this,” (y/n) stated whilst placing the medications back on to the nightstand before she carefully helps the Wind Pillar up. With her arm still wrapped around his shoulder, (y/n) takes his medications and pours it on the water she has prepared him. “Drink this slowly and I’ve got to warn you, it’s very bitter.”

Sanemi couldn’t understand why (y/n) was there. Why would you be there? Why would you help him? Why should you even waste your time with someone like him? he thought with eyes boring right into hers which he received an eye-roll in response. “C’mon, we don’t have all day here.” (y/n) jokingly warned Sanemi as she brought the cup up to his lips.

Taking the lid of the cup in between his lips, he slowly takes in the bitter taste that flooded his taste buds. Slowly but surely, the Wind Pillar was able to finish the medication in one go. “There we go.” (y/n) places the cup back into the nightstand before she takes the pillow she prepared moments ago and places it behind his back along with the other one.

The young woman carefully leans the Wind Pillar on the pillows she stacked and once she finally removes her hold off from the Wind Pillar, she couldn’t help but smile at him. “I’ll be the one in charge of taking care of you, Shinazugawa-san. If ever you need anything, please do ring the bell on your nightstand,” the (h/c) girl instructs with a smile, eyes never leaving his.

“Why are you doing this?” he softly queries with eyes slowly leaving hers. He lowers his gaze on his hands, only to see two missing fingers on his right hand - his index and middle finger. Ah, the fates do know how to remind me how I failed to protect Genya, he thought with the feeling of his heart tightening.

Shinazugawa was not the same Shinazugawa (y/n) knew before. The Shinazugawa right before her was not as aggressive and ruthless as compared to the Shinazugawa before. It felt like he lost his purpose in living. She no longer saw the glint of confidence and pride in the boy’s eyes as it was all replaced with nothing but regret and sadness. “Why don’t you leave me here and let me rot and die?” he continued while blankly staring off to space.

Every single word that left his mouth made (y/n)’s heart ached. If only she could take all the pain he was feeling right now, she would have done so the moment she saw him beg the people to just let him perish.

Heaving out a sigh, she takes the Wind Pillar’s hand into hers - not minding the stare she got from the lad. “What would Genya say if he heard you say that, Shinazugawa-san?” (y/n) sadly asked as she rubs tiny circles on Sanemi’s hand.

For what it’s worth, (y/n) had promised the younger Shinazugawa to take care of his ‘nemi if ever the worse comes to worst and she couldn’t help but tear up when she’s reminded of the last time she met up with Genya.

(y/n) takes in the sight of a panting Genya in front of her, wondering what caused this young lad to such state. “What’s wrong, Genya?” she queries whilst taking the boy’s hand in hers, leading him to take a seat beside her.

“(y/n),” he pauses for a moment, hands uncontrollably shaking in (y/n)’s hold, “please promise me this.” he looks up to meet the young lady’s gaze before continuing, “if ever, may the kami-sama forbid, i die... please do... take care of my 'nemi.”

taken aback by her childhood best friend’s request, she couldn’t help but furrow at him with tears forming at the corner of her eyes, “what’s gotten into you? don’t say such thing, Genya.” her grip around his hand tightening when she noticed the tears brimming down her best friend’s cheeks. “you won’t die… i won’t allow it. you need to come back alive, please.”

“please, (y/n), promise me that!” he exclaims with a shaky breath leaving his parted lips, only to see the young lady nod her head as her free hand reaches to wipe the tears falling from his cheeks.

“i promise, Genya. i promise to take care of your 'nemi until i breathe my last breath but please do come back alive.”

chuckling at her sincere sentiments, Genya takes a hold of her free hand before flashing a cheeky grin.

“i can’t promise you that, however,” his grip tightened, a distant look in his eyes as he knew the worst would come, “i’ll do my best to not get my ass killed.”

With the mention of his brother’s name, somewhere in Sanemi’s mind snapped, causing him to glare at (y/n). “Don’t you fucking mention his name!” he shakily swats her hand away as he could feel anger building up inside of him. He wanted to bury the memory of his dying brother somewhere in his mind. He wanted to solely forget his brother’s tears. He wanted to forget the damned truth that he no longer had his younger brother.

Ignoring his outburst, (y/n) continues, “Please let me take care of you, Shinazugawa-san.” The words that came out from her mouth had him narrowing his eyes at her. He scoffs at her before slamming his injured hand on the nightstand. “If you don’t leave, I’m going to make you regret the second you stepped foot in this damned room. I do not fucking care if we were friends before but I will not hold back if you mention his name one more time.”

(y/n) didn’t flinch nor did she mind his attacks as she stayed grounded on her seat. It was no use riling up the Wind Pillar for he was injured and the last thing she wanted was Shinobu-

Right, Shinobu’s not here to scold me anymore... she thought as she bit her bottom lip, trying to fight the urge to burst out crying from being reminded of the people who have died. “Whether you like it or not, Shinazugawa-san. I’m going to take care of you for that was what I promised... Genya.” (y/n)'s voice falters at the end, however, Sanemi was quick enough to catch the last part.

Quickly standing up from her seat, the young woman bows at the Wind Pillar before taking her leave, however, before she could go pass the wooden door, she looks back at Sanemi with a smile. "I'll be back with lunch later."

Her retreating figure was utterly painful – if Sanemi could describe it as is. It reminded him of the past. The days where Genya would playful sling an arm around the (h/c) haired lady and him, the brightest smile plastered on his brother’s face. Oh, how Sanemi wished he could see that smile one last time. Letting a groan slip past his lips, he leans his head back on the headboard, closing his eyes as hot tears started to fall.

Genya, ‘nemi’s sorry for not being able to do anything.

Later that night as the estate was blanketed with nothing but the serene silence, (y/n) couldn’t help but feel a knot in her stomach; something was off. In a hurry, she didn’t think twice but to head towards the room of the Wind Pillar. All the ugliest possibilities played through her head which sent her almost dashing through the peaceful hallways.

The sound of his heart pounding loudly against his rib cage was enough to drive him to insanity. In his hands was a tanto that he’d retrieved from his belongings. The coldness of the blade that was pressed against the pads of fingers sent shivers down his spine. Was he really going to do this- I’m definitely doing this, especially for how I’ve failed my duties as a Pillar and as a brother.

With the Pillar’s door on her sight, she didn’t think twice as she kicked the door open – only to see Sanemi with the tanto in his hands as he shakily breaths out. “I’m sorry, Genya.” He whispered and was about to bring the cold blade in his abdomen, only to be stopped by a pair of soft yet calloused hands.

The grip around his hands was trembling. Wait, before he could even process what was happening, his eyes immediately met a pair of (e/c) orbs staring at him; pleading him with tears slipping past. “’N-nemi, please don’t do this.” (y/n) begged with hands still trying to stop him from bringing the blade to his belly.

N-nemi… your voice echoed in his mind and soon, as if his mind were playing tricks on him, he could see the image of Genya right beside you as he tried to stop him from killing himself.

Nemi, please don’t do this. Live and be happy. Please.

“’Nemi, I beg of you, please.” (y/n) cried out, the feeling of dread gushing over her as she realized how she was slowly losing her strength. Sanemi had an iron-grip on the dagger, however, as if the kami-sama heard her prayers, the muscles underneath her palms relaxed in which she took the opportunity to take the tanto in her hands before throwing it far from the Wind Pillar.

Sanemi was a wreck. His shoulders were trembling as he sobbed with his gaze cast on the white sheet underneath him.

“’Nemi, please don’t let their deaths be in vain. Live and be happy.”

Live and be happy.

That’s what Genya… his eyes flickered to the (h/c) haired girl before he was brought close to her chest, small hands rubbing circles at his back as if to comfort him. “It’s okay. It was not your fault. Please don’t blame yourself, Nemi.” She whispered; her voice like honey was enough to lull him to sleep as exhaustion finally set in.

It was never your fault Nemi.

Sanemi’s focus was starting to flutter close, however, he couldn’t shake the feeling of having Genya standing right in front of him with the brightest smile, hand reaching out to place a warm touch on his face.

I’ll always be beside you, I won’t leave you ‘Nemi even if I’m not there physically.

Those amethyst orbs he adored so much was staring right back at him and soon, his eyelids became heavier and heavier; the image of his younger brother soon leaving his sight.

Days turned to weeks and Sanemi has been pushing every single person who tried to comfort him ever since the incident. He isolated himself in his room, never leaving unless necessary. Often when the door was open, they would only see Sanemi blankly staring at the window with a distant look in his face. However, that wasn’t the case for (y/n). No matter how much he tried to push her away, (y/n) just kept coming back; that smile never leaving her lips despite the harsh words he’s been throwing at her.

The sun was still shining brightly, and the sky was utterly beautiful, spread out like a vast ocean of feathers; but it was just a plain sight for the Wind Pillar. He was seated on the engawa with three different stones, a bitter growl can be heard under his breath before he proceeds to polish his sword. It was almost lunchtime, however, he couldn’t care less. All his concentration was directed at the sword wrapped around his hands – running the nichirin blade down on the stone he has prepped.

With his concentration at its peak, the aforementioned man wasn’t able to notice the sliding of the shoji only to be followed by footsteps. Only then he realized someone was beside him when the nutty scent of his favorite dessert wafted through his nostrils, causing him to snap his head towards the heavenly scent.

“What are you-“

“I made you ohagi.” The (e/c) orbs sparkled as it met his, never wavering from the glares he’s been giving her. Settling down beside the Wind Pillar, (y/n) sets the tray down on the floor before taking the plate of ohagi in her hands, raising a piece of ohagi up to his mouth.

“Open up,”

“No-“

Clicking her tongue, she shakes her head before saying, “Your hands are dirty, Shinazugawa-san, and I can’t let you touch this ohagi.” Still adamant to his decisions, (y/n) heaves out a sigh before an idea came to mind.

“Fine, I’ll eat this all to myself then-“

Chomp! Her eyes widened when Sanemi took a bite from the ohagi that was still tucked in between her fingers; the slight brush of his chapped lips sent shivers down her spine, eyes never leaving hers.

Sanemi won’t admit but he surely loves ohagi and if it were (y/n)’s homemade ohagi, there was no way he’d let the opportunity slip past him. He loved your ohagi way before the two of you were kids; more so him having feel his heart tighten as the harbored feelings he once had for you resurfaced from the constant interaction.

A gently tug on the corner of your lips was not hard to miss; enough for Sanemi’s cheeks to be dusted in pink whilst chewing on the ohagi in his mouth. The flavors melting on his tastebuds allowed a satisfied moan slip past his lips; a rush of heat rising up from his neck to his cheeks, until it reached the tips of his ears.

“Here, open up.”

And with that, the (y/n) brought up the ohagi to his lips which in turn had the Wind Pillar indulging himself in the sweet bliss of flavors exploding in his mouth. Sanemi continued to polish his sword with your feeding him ohagi from time to time, along with letting him drink some tea to keep his mouth from drying up.

Everything was at peace. The birds peacefully chirped, the cool breeze running themselves through both of their silky locks. It was as if every single problem was forgotten. Sanemi couldn’t help but let his mind wander to the thought of the younger lady being by his side, both enjoying serenity. Not only that but as well as the soft laughter of kids running around; white and (h/c) locks running whilst being told to be careful from time to time.

And we would then enjoy ohagi together, watching the kids- Sanemi shook his head, what were you thinking?! It seemed like the stars finally aligned; everything clicking in place to a piece of information he deemed to not want.

Flickering his gaze to (y/n), his heart thumped and thumped – increasing its rhythm when he saw how beautiful she looked beside him. Her usually kept (h/c) locks were down, allowing the wind to play with it; her pink, lush lips were tugged into a smile, and her (e/c) orbs meeting his with a glint of happiness.

“Do you want more?” she queried, eyebrows raised with her hands on the floor as if she was ready to get up and make some more for the Wind Pillar in front of him. Shaking his head from side to side, he casts his gaze back on the sword in between his hands before polishing them once more.

The silence between the two felt comfortable. It was like it was the third presence to keep the two of them at bay. Slowly, Sanemi brings his gaze back at the (h/c) haired before uttering a ‘thank you’; only to have him repeat it when she asked him again.

“I said thank you.” His voice was soft, a whisper that was loud enough for her to hear. It was the first time Sanemi thanked her and she couldn’t help but feel warm at the small gesture. Opening her mouth to speak, she was cut-off when Sanemi continued to speak, his tongue rolling the words out from his mouth.

“Thank you for staying by my side,” he paused, placing the sword down before shifting to face (y/n). Grabbing a clean cloth, he wipes his hands before taking a hold of her hand.

“Thank you for not giving up on me,”

(y/n) always knew how sincere Sanemi’s heart was. From the very beginning, she knew that Sanemi was worth every harsh banter thrown at her because she knew he didn’t mean to say such hurtful words – for it was a way for him to prevent himself from getting hurt. His big, yet calloused hands felt perfect in her hands; it felt so perfect as if it were two puzzles pieces finally being connected.

She has loved and still does love the man in front of him and him being thankful was enough to make her heart feel full and happy. “No matter how much I pushed you away, you kept coming back…” his voice was soft but it wasn’t too soft for her not to hear. It was loud enough for the two to hear; as if he was scared to raise his voice, scared to break what was happening between them.

“I’m sorry—”

“There’s no need to apologize, Shinazugawa-“

“Just call me how you used to call me, (y/n).”

“’Nemi,” she quickly corrects herself before continuing, “I do not mind taking care of you. It was my choice to care for you, even way before we were kids.”Her grip around his hands tightened, causing Sanemi to raise a brow, “I knew how much you hated the fact that Genya and I became Demon Slayers. However, Nemi, hear me out.”

Sanemi was taken aback at how forward she was but he kept his composure and waited for her to continue.“I wanted to also protect you. Genya also wanted to protect you. We didn’t want you to suffer alone and live a happy life while seeing you suffering, carrying the burden that was passed upon you. Genya genuinely wanted to see you happy... get married and have kids because our Nemi is the sweetest person in the world.”

The sight of (y/n)’s tears was the sight he never wanted to see ever again. It pained him. The thought of her thinking about his happiness pained him.

“You also deserve to be happy, (y/n),” he says without missing a beat. His fingers found their way to her tears, wiping them away. “W-what do you mean?” she stutters. Her heart was beating way too fast, with no total concentration breathing to stop her heart from hammering against her rib cage.

“Be happy with me,” Sanemi was red as a tomato. He doesn’t know whether it was the ohagi taking or was it his heart taking control of his mouth.

What are you thinking?! he angrily scolds himself, however, he knew there was no turning back from what he’s done.

“Be happy with you?” (y/n) repeats with her eyes trying to search for his. His taafeite-like orbs quivered- the apparent glint of nervousness was enough to bring the message across.

Heaving out a shaky breath, Sanemi took the courage to meet her gaze. “I’ve always loved you ever since we were kids, (y/n),” unconsciously rubbing his thumb at the back of her hands, he continues, “you were the light that shone brightly during the darkest time, and even until now, you continue to shine the same light... pulling me out from the darkness.”

“Just now, I’ve realized how much it would be nice to have you by my side... with our children running around while enjoying this wonderful afternoon.”

The Wind Pillar surely was a blushing mess; it was a rare sight to see - a new sight for a changed Wind Pillar. If he continued, he would have passed out but he stayed strong.

“(y/n), I love you... and I do want to spend the rest of my life with you. You don’t need to give me an answer but I am sure to pursue you and give you the happiness you deserve-”

A pair of soft lips stopped him. Surprised by her actions, Sanemi didn’t know how to respond - only to snap out of it when the young lady pulled away with cheeks dusted with pink.

“I love you too, Nemi. I always have loved you since we were kids, too, and spending my life with you would be the best thing,” the (e/c) orbs spoke the truth. Sanemi knew (y/n) couldn’t lie and just hearing those three words was enough to bring him to tears.

“Will you marry me and make me the happiest man ever, (y/n)?” he asks, his hands bringing her hands up to his lips- eyes filled with love and sincerity.

“Of course, Nemi.” Sanemi didn’t waste time as he pulled the young lady into a kiss. It was as beautiful as the first one. Her soft, plump lips felt so right with his; two perfect pieces finally finding each other.

Slowly pulling away from each other, Sanemi lovingly gazes at the (h/c) haired lass. “Thank you,” he whispers with a smile, only to have it tug wider when she returned the same smile. Sanemi pulls her into a tight hug, breathing her scent; oh how much he loved her scent.

His taafeite-like orbs soon found their way to the sky and with a smile, he closes his eyes and didn’t think twice but to let his heart speak once more.

Thank you, Genya.

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dudeandduchess · 4 years

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“You make me so unbelievably happy” + sanemi? thank you!!

Hey hey, bby. Hope you like it! I wanted to include Genya since it was his birthday yesterday... so... here, have some soft and brotherly Nemi. 💜✨

Also, I made a big doozy and wrote a completely different prompt from the one requested, so I ended up with this instead. Lol.

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Sanemi x F!S/O: “Be still my heart”, “You make me so unbelievably happy” (SFW Scenario):

“Why isn’t she here yet?” The panic and frustration was evident in Sanemi’s tone, as he paced right outside the torii gates outside the temple. “What’s taking her so long?”

His montsuki haori hakama felt so constricting around him, yet he resisted the urge to pull the heavy material off. Because he knew that if he did so, (Y/n) would have his head— between her legs or on a pike, he didn’t know; but personally, he preferred the former option.

“Nee-san’s going to be here soon, aniki. I personally checked on her before I came here,” Genya assured his older brother, even going as far as to put a hand on the Wind Hashira’s shoulder— albeit very hesitantly.

Sanemi wanted to snap at his brother, but reigned in the urge to do so— as it was a day of celebration, and it was also (Y/n)’s request for him to be as nice as possible to the younger man.

Whatever his almost-wife wanted, she would get; no questions asked. That was how much Sanemi loved her.

And so, with all the courage he could muster, he lifted a hand up and placed it on top of Genya’s hand on his shoulder. He then opened his mouth to say something, but closed it when no words came out.

He tried again, only to end up with the same outcome. For the life of him, he couldn’t collect any of the jumbled thoughts in his head and make them into a coherent sentence.

So he dropped his hand and stood stiffly as he tried to ignore Genya’s quiet chuckle, while he retracted his own hand.

“Thank you... for taking care of (Y/n) all this time. And for being here today.”

To say that Sanemi’s words surprised the younger Shinazugawa would be an understatement; as his eyes were wide with disbelief, and his jaw had slackened enough for his mouth to fall agape.

Because never, after the incident with their mother, did he think that his brother could ever speak to him with that kind and gentle tone again.

“I.. I was just doing what you told me to do: to take care of her when you couldn’t,” The younger man answered, as a blush tinted his cheeks. “And yeah, it’s no problem at all.”

Having had to provide for himself and the then-sickly (Y/n) was hard on Genya, especially after Sanemi had left them to hunt demons, but he didn’t regret anything about it; because not only was he getting back in his brother’s good graces, but he was also going to get to keep his childhood best friend as his sister in law.

Genya was just about to say something, when he spotted the palanquin approaching them. So he kept his mouth shut and saved his words for later; way after the wedding, as he could tell that his brother’s attention was no longer on him anymore.

The door slid open, and Sanemi immediately closed the distance between him and (Y/n) in a few steady strides.

His heart was racing frantically in his chest, and he felt like he was going to faint, but he soldiered on and offered his hand out to his bride.

Gingerly, (Y/n) placed her hand in Sanemi’s, before shuffling out of the palanquin. And her exit would have gone off without a hitch, had she not stepped on the hem of her shiro kakeshita.

She would have fallen face-first to the ground, had Sanemi not stopped her fall with his chest.

“Be still, my heart,” The Hashira mused with a slight grin, as he righted the love of his life. “You’re gonna make me fall even harder with all that need for saving.”

Instantaneously, a blush warmed the young woman’s cheeks, as she averted her gaze and pouted. “Shut up, Sanemi.”

“It’s goshujin-sama to you.”

“Shut up... goshujin-sama.” Tentatively, her graze flittered back to her groom, before her lips broke out into such a warm grin that it felt like a sucker punch to Sanemi’s chest.

“(Y/n)?” He called softly, as his right hand reached up to caress her cheek with his fingertips.

In response, the young woman tilted her head and quirked and eyebrow.

“You make me unbelievably happy.” It was so out of the blue, but he felt the need to say it; even just once.

With a very unladylike groan, (Y/n) turned her blushing face away from her husband to be, which had said man chuckling.

Truly, he was going to love being married to (Y/n). After all, he’d been waiting for that moment since they were children.

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sparkleswritings · 4 years

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Hi! Can I request a scenario of Sanemi x reader and Genya to the mix (platonic with him)? Reader is trying to convince Genya that Sanemi actually loves him, but Genya doesn’t believe them & comments about not being born. Sanemi overhears and goes to prove to Genya that he loves him. Just lost of brotherly fluff plz. I hope I didn’t make this too complicated and I hope you accept my request, but it’s fine if you don’t. Have a nice day!

Hey there! And thank you for requesting! The Shinazugawa brothers really do deserve some love💕 This came out longer than I'd originally planned but I hope you enjoyed it!

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You had noticed Genya looked a little down today, but had no idea it was this bad because you had been a little preoccupied with training today. He didn’t look like he had started with his training yet, so you thought it would be a good idea to invite him and train with you. Maybe it’ll get some of that bad energy off him.

"Genya! Want to be my sparring partner?” you called out to him.

He was sort of just wandering around the grounds, he had a distracted air about him, which was a little weird for Genya. He was usually really focused when it came to training, especially because his brother was closeby.

“No...it’s okay (Y/N) I’ll train a little by myself a bit later,” he gave you a small smile and went on his way again.

Something’s not right, and you were determined to find out why your friend was so down in the dumps.

“Genya what’s wrong? You don’t seem like yourself today,” You jogged to keep up with him.

“I'm fine...it’s nothing really. I’m just being silly,” he waved the question off, but that wasn't convincing at all.

“Seriously? Who are you trying to fool? Come, sit, tell me all about it,” You sat on the porch that was nearby, passing him some water.

He thought it over for a minute then tentatively sat himself down next to you.

“So, tell me. What’s been bothering you?”

“It’s about aniki...it’s nothing really,” Genya mumbled, shuffling his feet.

“I’m not leaving until you tell me, we’ll be here ‘till sundown if needs be!” you huffed. Genya always thought so little of his problems while always helping you with yours, you wanted to at least be a little helpful this time. Especially if it was about his brother.

“I just don’t think he cares or loves me anymore. I mean...he sounded like he hated me when I first joined the corps. He pushed me away when I tried to get closer to him.”

“Oh Genya, I’m sure he still cares about you. He’s your brother no matter what. It’s just...he expresses it a little differently than most. It’s Sanemi after all!” you had to keep down a laugh, remembering the brash nature of the wind pillar.

Genya puts his chin on his hand, avoiding eye contact with you.

“(Y/N)...look at me. My abilities are disgusting, I can’t use a sword and I’m useless with breaths. I’m just an embarrassment to both him and the corps,” Genya falls back onto the porch, covering his eyes with his arm.

“Hey, I think your abilities are amazing. They make you unique, Genya. And you’re not different than all the other demon slayers here, we all have one goal don’t we? I’m sure your brother sees that.”

“(Y/N), you’d think I’m cool even if I were a demon,” Genya snickered.

“Touche,” you smiled. You thought very highly of him, you just wished he would see eye to eye with you. And you really did wish for Sanemi to be a little nicer to him. Sometimes it was even hard to convince yourself that he still loved him, but you were sure under all that, Sanemi still cared deeply about his brother. He was just showing it in all the wrong ways.

“Maybe if I were never born...I wouldn’t be getting in his way. Then aniki wouldn’t be reminded how much of a disappointment his little brother is. Or reminded that he has one at all,” even with an arm covering his eyes, you swore you could see the glisten of tears underneath them.

“Genya...you don’t mean that,” you tried to reach over to comfort him, but decide not to. He looked so brittle just then that you felt even the slightest happening could shatter him.

“I just miss the old ‘nemi.”

Sanemi was planning on sharpening his sword on the porch when he heard his brother’s voice. He wished he was never born, that part had hit him the most. All he wanted was for Genya to quit the corps and live a normal life. Now it was clear that his methods of attempting to protect his brother was cracking the space between them even more.

He stormed off to his room, not wanting to be there any longer. If he had just flat out told Genya that he did care, it probably wouldn’t have been convincing, considering the way he had been treating him. This frustrated Sanemi to no end. Sure he wanted Genya to quit, but not at the cost of him de-valuing his own life. It dawned on him that he was the one causing his little brother to feel this way. He had to make things right, but how? Sanemi knew he was no good with words, whenever he tried to comfort someone would usually make them cry more.

Throughout the next few days, it consumed his thoughts. No matter how much he hated to admit it, he still had a soft spot for his brother. The way he had been treating Genya had been downright cruel, but he had always justified his actions. It’s for his own good, I’m just trying to protect him.

Sanemi had just finished his patrol, and was heading back through town when he passed a group of kids throwing a temari around. Temari...didn’t Genya used to want one as a child? They never got him one though, their mother always had a strict ‘no ball’ policy that Sanemi still found ridiculous to this day. His mind was made up in a split second, and before he had any time to stop himself, Sanemi bought a temari ball and carried it with him back to the training grounds.

Genya hadn’t seen much of his big brother lately, even though this was his training grounds. He was suddenly worried that maybe Sanemi overheard him and was now avoiding him. Genya put his head in his hands, that did not make him feel any better.

“Oi!” a sudden call made him sit upright, he’d recognise that voice anywhere.

“A-aniki, I-i’m sorry I swear I’m not slacking off I was just-” Genya immediately stood up from where he was sitting, fearing that the wind pillar would go off about the fact that he wasn’t training like the others.

Something was thrown at him, Genya wasn’t sure what, but he caught it in his hands.

“A...temari?”

“Saw it when I was in town, you used to want one didn’t you?” Sanemi’s voice almost sounded accusing, but to Genya, it just showed him that his big brother thought about him after all.

“Y-yeah...thanks for remembering aniki,” Genya smiled.

Truthfully, Genya didn’t even remember wanting a temari ball, but he was both shocked and happy that his big brother had given him something.

“And...if you get hungry after training...you can come over for some ohagi,” Sanemi said in a gruff tone, then turned around and promptly left.

Genya just stood there, surprised, but extremely happy nonetheless. That was the best treatment he had gotten from him since...well since a long time.

“Genya? There you are, I’ve been looking all over for you!” You ran up to him, panting. You hadn’t seen him all day and you were starting to worry.

“You sure seem happy today, not that I’m complaining,” you sat beside where he was, poking at his smiling cheeks. After how he was yesterday you were relieved it wasn’t repeated.

“Look what aniki got me,” he showed you the ball, the smile not leaving his features.

You peered in to take a closer look at the object cradled in his arms.

“I didn’t know you liked temari.”

“Me neither.”

But you knew that it didn’t matter. Sanemi could’ve given Genya a rock, but to him, anything from aniki was precious. You swear you could see flowers coming out of the boy’s head.

“Nemi really is the nicest person ever.”

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linkspooky · 4 years

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Oh! Top 5 Kimetsu no Yaiba characters?

I only have four characters I’d truly call faves from Kimetsu no Yaiba, but let’s go!

1. Doma - “Human emotions are nothing to me, like mere dreams…”

Every time someone claims that Doma is the only demon without a tragic backstory I want to fight them. Apparently most people think that children who grow up in cults aren’t traumatized at all and grow into rational and well-adjusted adults.

Doma is a character who shows no signs of empathy. However, he was a character who was never taught or shown any signs of empathy before. By the time he was an indpendenent adult he gave up on understanding it. Doma despises the cult, but it’s telling that he always stays there because it’s truly all he knows. He laughs at the people who come to the cult to distract themselves from the misfortunes of their life, but Doma too stays with the cult as a distraction for how empty and small his own life is.

Doma really was too mature for a child, but also too immature as well. He was forced to grow up too fast because neither of his parents actively wanted to parent him. People act like he’s a born sociopath for being observant enough as a kid to notice that the all the adults who entered into his life were only there to use him. Kids are sharper than you expect, but also duller as well. Doma never realized that life was any different outside of his environment. He stayed in that childish mindset forever, and egocentric little kid who only saw himself first and foremost. That’s not the thinking of a sociopath, it’s the thinking of a child, children can’t imagine viewpoints other than their own because they haven’t developed empathy yet.

There’s this assumption that people are either born good empathic people, or they’re not, but empathy is a quality that’s developed and learned. It was almost natural Doma became a demon by the end because not a single person in his life treated him as a human. Yet, despite reveling in being a monster Doma is still desperately searching for some meaning in his life too. He wants to have friends. He wants to feel the same way that other people. Even if it’s just a hollow imitation on his part, that was something in his lifetime but never got even up until the end. Doma’s this tragedy of empathy, because all he ever wanted was to feel the same way that everyone else did, to have the same connections they did, but because he was so isolated he only destroyed every small chance he did have at learning to empathize with another person.

2. Shinobu -“Yes I’m angry, Tanjiro. I’ve always been angry.”

I think Shinobu is interesting because she’s a bad person. I wish people would stop trying to paint her as a wholly good person who was loved by everyone around her. Shinobu’s character introduction is going out of her way to unnecessarily torture a demon for fun, and her attitude implies she has done this before. Torture is a universally bad thing, even if you’re doing it to a bad person.

I’m not trying to moralize Shinobu. I think she’s much more interesting this way, as a fundamentally flawed person. A cracked vase that can never truly be full. Yes, Shinobu is loved by a lot of people, but she’s also fundamentally unable to receive that love. She’s stopped living a long time ago, part of her stopped when her aprents died, and she gave up when her sister died. If Kimetsu no Yaiba were a more morally complicated story, Shinobu existing for the sole purpose of revenge would not be treated as a good thing. It’s an empty way of living, and the only thing Shinobu can do to keep living is to cling to all of the ugly and negative emotions inside of her.

The most interesting version of Shinobu is just rotten at her core, because she’s let the rot sink in and fester, because she doesn’t want to let go of her anger towards demons. It’s rare female characters are allowed to be filled with such ugly emotions, or allowed to express them in terrible ways. Shinobu plays games at being a healer, at being a person capable of nurturing like her older sister, but it’s just an empty imitation that falls flat. Shinobu at least in regards to herself doesn’t want to heal, she doesn’t want to get better, she wants to stay wounded forever so she can keep taking out her pain on the demons around her.

I like to think that when she summoned up a hallucination of her sister in her final moments to encourage herself, that was entirely a fabrication on her part. Shinobu wanted to imagine her sister who once told her to just quit the Demon Corps and find a way to live and be happy was just as angry as she was. Shinobu’s delusion of Kanae is a sister that validates her and tells her that she has to be angry, that she has to stand up and fight again, that there’s strength in this. And that’s exactly it, Shinobu at her very core wants to be strong. She hates being powerless and weak. I think Shinobu is at her best when her anger isn’t righteous. She doesn’t want to protect others - she wants to feel strong.

3. Iguro Obanai - “I want to defeat Muzan and die. I hope that will cleanse my corrupted blood. If we reincarnate as humans in a world without demons I will definitely tell you that I love you.”

I like how Iguro is nasty, and unpleasant, and also mean to the main character for really petty reasons. Shinobu’s trauma is easier for a lot of people to swallow because she doesn’t show it, she just puts on a mask of being nice and people buy into that mask. Iguro even though he wears a physical mask over his mouth is less good at hiding his disfigurement.

Iguro’s very traumatized and he acts that way. He’s anti-social. He’s withdrawn. He doesn’t get along well with others. He’s prone to violent outbursts. The scars left with Iguro are so deep they’re permanent. And I believe it’s because down to his core, Iguro believes himself to be a bad and selfish person for surviving while half of his family died, and thinking only of himself with his escape.

It’s not really his cursed blood that Iguro wants to escape from, but rather his trauma. He can’t find a way to live with his truama or accept himself so he seeks some escape with it by suicidally charging into battle. And that’s another thing that speaks to the permanency of his scars. Iguro is deeply in love with one person, but he can’t admit, or accept that love because he views the current iteration of himself as so unlovable.

He can neither give or receive love, and yet there’s some small part of Iguro that wants to heal. He wants to feel okay again. I think there is a part of Iguro that is very selfish. The way he acts towards Mitsuri isn’t really romantic, his protectiveness and jealousy are signs of entitlement. However, the thing is traumatized people do end up feeling entitled to happiness. Iguro’s so terrified of losing Mitsuri because she’s the one good thing in his life, and because of that he’s unable to love her in a healthy way.

Even if Iguro’s given up on himself and decided that he’s poison, unlike Shinobu I see that there’s some part of Iguro that genuinely wants to heal. He wants to feel like a good person, he wants to find someway to continue living, its just he thinks it’s impossible for him to. Iguro’s desire to die and be reborn is so compelling that I actually want to see him live and be forced to deal with the prospect of his slow healing rather than getting his wish to be redeemed by death.

4. Sanemi Shinazugawa - “My Nemi is the kindest…”

Tanjiro as a character is kind in a way that’s easy to digest. When he’s angry it’s always righteous anger. His kindness never becomes a difficult. Tanjiro never does anything that’s difficult to swallow. That’s okay, but it’s also not that deep.

Sanemi’s kindness and his anger are both a part of him. His cruelty does not detract from how kind he is, his kindness doesn’t excuse his cruelty. Sanemi is driven to act cruel, to be merciless, to be vicious not because he doesn’t care about people but he cares too much and the loss of almost everyone he’s loved in his life disfigures him permanently.

Sanemi is a little kid who hunted demons all on his own for years by letting them fight him until he bled. He always fights by intentionally harming himself, hence why he shows his scars at all time and makes no attempt to hide them. Sanemi as a person is damaged to his core, but he still retains that kindness because it’s a part of who he is.

Sanemi is angry because he’s kind. He’s violent because he’s kind. He’s so afraid of losing others again, the only way he knows how to be with them is to protect others from afar. Sanemi thinks he can abuse his brother, but as long as he protects him from demons from a distance it will all be okay in the end.

What I like about Sanemi’s narrative is that it wasn’t. His actions ended up hurting his brother far more than helping him, the more distance he put between them, the more Genya threw himself into harm to get his brother to acknowledge him. At the end everything Sanemi did to protect him amounted to nothing, and Sanemi is the one protected and comforted by his brother when he should have been the one taking care of him. I think the author rushed to the tragic ending rather than letting the characters developed to get there, but still there’s an interesting choice that Sanemi is the one to survive and not Genya. Sanemi who has always wanted to just go off and die somewhere eaten by a demon while his brother gets to live happily. Now Sanemi’s never going to fix things with that brother, and nothing he can do will make up for what he did to Genya. However, he still has to find a way to keep living for himself. Watching broken people trying to find a way to keep on living is the primary reason why I read fiction in the first place.

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the-last-of-a-dreamers-world · 4 years

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GENYA AU *audible gulp* WINTER AND THE WOLF

Midwinter at the Butterfly Estate was quite the sight. Icicles hanging off the pagoda, glistening in the peeking sunlight causing rainbows to dance atop the little pond below. The courtyard resembled that of the well powdered, unblemished face of a young woman. The snow was left unbothered, or it had been, until a boy trudged through it with purpose, right up to the mansion.

His clothes were in tatters, but they were in still better condition than his face. Bloodied from the scars all over it. One eye swollen shut while the other startled the helpers of the estate, enough to keep them from questioning his intent.

"Stay away from the demon," one of the older girls pulled the younger ones aside.

The boy's remaining eye swivelled in the direction of the comment, crimson and throbbing, it settled on the girl as if daring her to speak further.

"Who the heck are you?" Sanemi walked into the hallway, eyeing the newcomer with disdain.

The boy smiled while still looking at the girl, causing the younger ones around her to whimper in fear.

"My senses were right after all. You're here,…"

He turned around to face Sanemi, and the Wind Hashira's face crumpled when he lay eyes on his face.

..Nemi."

"Ge…Genya..?!"

"Sanemi-sama! Kiyotsukette!!"

But Sanemi had drowned in a white noise at the sight of his little brother. Who no more bore any resemblance to the young lad he had left behind after he took up the sword. Rage was seething off of him, dark veins bulging out on one side of his body. Crimson eyed, fanged and partly clawed. He was demon poisoned.

"Genya, who-"

"I didn't come here to talk, Nichan!! I came here to fight! SO FIGHT ME!"

"TEME! WHAT DID YOU DO?! WHO MADE YOU COME HERE?!"

"MADE ME??? HAH! I PASSED THE FINAL SELECTION, AND CAME HERE AS A DEMON SLAYER."

He wiped spittle off his robe and continued. Sanemi was a mere foot away now, the both of them looming over each other in their frenzy.

"I thought once I got announced a Demon Slayer, it would feel different. That I would feel….different. Hmph! Guess not. Probably since I began killing demons long before it."

"So why are you HERE?!" Sanemi drew his sword, while Genya remained as he was. Head cocked to one side, watching his elder brother.

"If you've come to let me kill you, I will. I won't think twice. I'm a demon slayer, and you're," Sanemi paused, breath heaving as he attempted to make up his mind.

"A demon? Hahaha, yes Nemi. I'm a demon. A demon YOU created."

Genya lashed out, quicker than anybody expected, even Sanemi, who simply stood there with the sword in his hand, disbelieving and torn.

Right when his claws were about to make contact with Sanemi's face, he fainted. His body fell limp, to the floor, like a puppet cut of its strings.

Sanemi watched his brother's disfigured person lying so helplessly. So similar, yet so different to the little boy that used to be.

He turned to the girl who was crouched next to Genya, a hand on his back.

"You're some use after all, _Noroi_ ."

The girl didn't hear him. She didnt even acknowledge him, or any of them for that matter.

Sanemi stalked past her bucking form, while she tried her best to stay conscious. The others watched as her mouth stretched in a silent cry and her fingers turned to claws and back again. For a moment inbetween, her breath caught as if she'd never take another again. But her hold on the boy's robe never flailed.

"Genya….I….I'm….so..rry."

Genya woke up in a narrow bed with no memory of what had happened. And no one would tell him either. They would have if he could threaten them, but none of them would come to his room while he was awake.

Genya stayed in bed for two days trying to analyse the situation he had been in. He was sure he had felt someone's hand on his back right before he fainted. With the demon blood that had been coursing through him earlier, his senses had been extra sharp. If whatever action the person had taken had been delayed by a few seconds, Genya would have sliced them in two.

What did that person do to him? Whatever it was, it hadn't weakened him in any way. Even the after-taste of the demon poisoning was treating him better than usual.

On the third day, a sleeping Genya was carried away just as dawn broke. People who saw, only noticed a mountain of a man strolling across the courtyard of the main mansion with a bundle across his arms.

Genya turned in his sleep, trying to find a more comfortable position and fell on his nose to the wooden floor. He jerked awake coming face to face, with a blind man towering over him, hands templed in prayer. He reached for his guns, that weren't there, out of habit.

"Calm, Genya. There's no danger for you here."

And he was calm. He was never calm. Turning in the direction of the voice, he could make out the silhouette of a man among the faint shadows of the porch.

"Thankyou, Himejima. You may leave now." The Hashira bowed once, and walked off the courtyard.

"You must excuse me for the rude transportation, Genya. But we couldn't find a volunteer to escort you here, while you were conscious."

The voice came closer, and Genya got a look at his face. He immediately kneeled, head bowing in respect.

"Oyakata-sama."

"It appears you know of me, Genya. Just as I know of you."

His ears pricked, but he didnt shift from his stance.

"Its quite the talent you've developed. Rather a survivor's tactic, I'd say. Tell me, Genya. Did you really want to become a Demon Slayer?"

Genya weighed between speaking the truth and speaking the right thing. His mother had taught him better so he went with the truth.

"I became a Demon Slayer because I knew it was the only way I could be with my brother. Forgive me, Oyakata-sama, for I know I've offended the tradition."

Genya bowed deep, head resting on the wooden floor, his palms pressed alongside it.

"Sit up, Genya." He obeyed. Oyakata-sama was smiling, but that didn't help his nervousness. Genya had arrived here knowing what he might face. His brother's wrath. Expulsion as a demon Slayer. He even considered the possibility of extermination, right now.

"There's someone else here, apart from your brother, that you used to hold dear."

Genya furrowed his brows. He remembered no one else. All these years, the only thoughts that he let into his mind were of his brother and his dead family.

"She stays in the butterfly estate as well. More or less," the master smiled to himself. "Find her, Genya. I believe she needs you. Perhaps, more than you might need her."

Genya left the main mansion, his head a mess. She, he had said. Need someone? He had never needed a soul in the last 8 years of struggling through life. Now this man assumed he was in need of a GIRL?! His anger was returning once again, a slumbering foe. But somehow, it didnt consume him. He seemed more in control of it.

It had begun to snow lightly. He looked up, opening his mouth a bit, tasting the air. The Butterfly estate was a few steps away, but then he tasted something else. Away from the direction of the estate. He breathed in deeply, closing his eyes. Cinnamon?

He followed the peculiar tang down a road that led to a set of steps. There was a frozen lake at the end of it. As Genya stood at the top, deliberating his next choice when he perceived two things.

One, was the squealing of a pig along with the voice of a girl. The second was, the presence of a demon.

He had no weapon in hand. But then he remembered, he groped for the thread around his neck. He tugged it out of his clothes, relieved to see the tiny bottle still fastened to the end of it. He raced in the direction of the demon, allowing his sense of taste of the air around to guide him.

The demon heard him coming and was facing away from its former prey even before Genya came to stop before it.

"My, I guess this village doesn't have special protections after all." He ripped the bottle of the thread, flicking the cork off the mouth of it.

"Leave!! My food!!" Genya realized that it was a rabid one. No demon or person, in their senses, dared to come near the Village. Even if they did, they wouldn't be targeting stray prey.

"Well why don't you have a taste of me instead?" He tilted the bottle into his mouth, emptying it of its contents. A little dark red trail glistened by the side of his mouth. Genya opened his mouth to lick it up, and his canines began to lengthen.

The Demon watched with puzzlement as his fingers turned clawed and his irises matched it's own.

"Demon?!"

"No, I'm a far worse Monster."

Ukiyo had heard the demon as well. But she couldn't move. What was worse, was she could feel her fingers slipping.

"Kaoru, stop moving!!"

But the frightened, and fat piglet wouldn't listen. The presence of a demon wasn't helping. He kept splashing around, occasionally his hooves would hit the sides of the caved in hole, and few more cracks would appear in the ice around them.

"Ka-o-ruuuuu," Ukiyo desperately tried to find a spot in the ice to grip, but slipped once more. She could feel the cracks appear below her abdomen now. Any minute now, they would…

"What are you trying to do, freeze the pig??"

A tall shadow fell upon her. She strained to look, but the person appeared to be behind her.

Ukiyo couldn't see a face, and she could still sense the demon. Kaoru had start to fidget even more, squealing louder, when the shadow appeared.

"You kill us and the entire village will know. You'll never leave here alive, Demon." Ukiyo put as much bravado into her voice as was possible in her position.

"Walk AWAY!" The exertion from her voice put pressure on the cracks below her and she heard a loud one break. Kaoru was nearly foaming at the mouth now.

"Thick headed pig." She heard the person grumble and saw the shadow get smaller and smaller until she sensed someone crouch next to her.

Hands closed over her own and over Kaoru's hooves.

"Let go of the pig. Trust me." Ukiyo looked up then, and her hands loosened of their own.

"What the?! I wasn't expecting you to let go that easy!" Kaoru nearly sank but he had caught a single hoof just before the pig could fall.

"Genya-kun?! You're supposed to be in bed!"

"Funny. I actually remember you now." He tugged her pig out, still hung by the hooves and careful not to put anymore pressure onto the fragile ice.

"I would apologise, but your Pig's gonna be fine. Okay?"

"What-" Before she could ask, he had flung Kaoru towards land. The pig's screams ended with an soft oomf.

"Wow. He landed well. Must be all that fat."

Ukiyo still hadn't gotten past his statement about remembering her. So he had forgotten her?

She moved to raise her body, but the ice groaned under her.

"Baka! Don't move!" He was standing right infront of her now. Just across the circle through which Kaoru had fallen.

He crouched and grabbed both her wrists, but she couldn't feel his hands. Her arms had gone numb from staying dunked in the water.

"Keep your body loose. I'm going to pull you towards me. Do ya hear?!"

Ukiyo managed a nod, too afraid to move anymore. Genya made a testing tug and the ice protested.

"Kuso!" he cussed. "We're gonna gave to risk dislocating your arms then." His crimson eyes glinted mischievously, as if he were challenged.

Ukiyo closed her eyes. If the ice cracked, they would both fall. It didn't matter if only her arms were tugged off. She calmed her breathing, allowing her body to relax.

"Genya, pull!"

And he did. One minute she was lying over the freezing pond, and the next she was in his arms.

They were both breathing heavily. Their heartbeats and chests moving erratically against each other. The ice hadn't given, but it wouldn't stay that way too long.

"Come on, we need to move."

Ukiyo wanted to. She wanted to move away from the cold, but all she did was faint in his arms.

Ukiyo jerked awake and clutched at the closest thing she could find, for a sense of security.

"Erm, let go. Ukiyo."

"What?"

That's when she noticed. She had grabbed the lapel of Genya's collar, tugging him closer. She was breathing right into his neck. But..how?

Genya had her huddled under his own coat, a small fire glowing infront of them.

"Had to make sure you hadn't frozen over. Taking you all the way would have been too long. So, get warm for a while."

Ukiyo obeyed. Their shoulders were pressed against each other, and he had an arm behind them, careful not to brush her.

"How did you find me?"

Genya sniffed. Ukiyo remained staring at the fire, just like him, waiting for a reply.

"Cinnamon. Your…flavour. It was in the air."

Ukiyo's eyes widened, and she unconsciously tugged the coat a tad bit closer.

"And you just knew it was me?"

"Your pig was squealing too. So I figured it was either a demon trying to eat a pig or, well."

The two of them didn't say anything for a while.

"How long does the demon poisoning last?"

Genya looked over surprised. Out of all the things she could have asked him, she chose that.

She turned to face him as well, becoming aware of how close they were seated.

His demonic features had started to recede. Only his eyes and teeth remained, canines peeking through as he spoke.

"Not long now." He grumbled, turning away when he saw her observe him.

Ukiyo braved a chance, and grabbed his chin lightly and made him face her again.

"I'm not scared, Genya. I'm just asking."

The surprise was all over his face. And Ukiyo realised with a pang, that probably no one had told him that before.

"Why?" His voice sounded hoarse, but he didnt move away.

"Because I can help." He frowned in question.

"You said you remembered me. Does that mean you still trust me? Just like all those years ago?" Ukiyo expected him to hesitate a little, or probably look away.

"Yes." Her mouth parted, taken aback, but then she smiled and moved forward, taking his face in her palms.

He looked like the boy he used to be, then. Curious, a little nervous.

"I'm sorry, but this will help." And she closed the space between them, and kissed him.

It was a faint brush and she could feel his canines under his lips. She hadn't expected him to respond but he did. Immediately and earnestly. The arm behind them snaked around her, pulling her closer. His canines grazed her lower lip and she whimpered against his mouth. She could only revel in the moment for a few seconds before the poison bled into her.

The canines were hers now and her eyes fluttered open. So did Genya's. When he noticed the changes occurring in her, he pulled away.

"Yuki!!! Yukiyo!!! What's happening?!"

But she couldn't hear him. She spasmed in his arms, the canines expanding and withdrawing, until they were back to normal. Along with her eyes, which reverted to a glossy shade of blue.

"Wake up! Wake up, damn it!" Genya had her pulled against him and was trying to rub some warmth into her.

"You called me Yuki. Yukiyo."

"Baka!! Douhshita?!!" Ukiyo reached up and held his face.

"Do you remember? That snow day?"

He opened his mouth, about to demand for an answer but he seemed to change his mind. His eyes softened, searching her face, looking for some kind of warning sign. When he realised she was fine, he replied.

"The day I sniffed you out, from all the snow you were buried under?"

That made her laugh, and Genya was glad to see a little light enter her eyes again.

"Pfft, you didnt sniff ME out. You sniffed out the meat I was holding."

"Hmm. Maybe. Maybe it was the Cinnamon mixed scent that got me curious."

Ukiyi grinned at the memory. What a distant memory it had been, still was. But talking to him about it, made it seem like a ray of hope.

"Ookami."

"Yukimusume."(snow girl)

"My! I'm shocked, Shinazugawa-san. You remember that name?!"

Genya smiled and Ukiyo's heart lurched against her chest. God, how she had missed him. He was her entire childhood until that fated day when his family was taken away from him. She lost him along with them that day.

"I can't believe you're here, Genya."

He raised an eyebrow in defiance.

"Don't you know? 雪の降るところに,オオカミはついてくる。" (yukino furu tokoroni ōkamiwa tsuitekuru) (Where Winter goes, the Wolf follows. Although the exact translation would be snow. But it sounds better like this so!)"

"Koõ-kun.." This time Genya pulled her in for a kiss. It wasn't anything like when he'd claimed her lips earlier. He took his time, letting his lips talk to hers. Caress hers. He cupped her face with one hand, holding her body close with the other. It was like he was apologising to her. She grabbed the nape of his neck, letting her fingers play with his hair. She wanted him to know it was okay, and just how much she had missed him.

He pulled away with a sigh, and did something unexpected. He booped his nose against hers, and nuzzled the side of her face. It made her giggle.

"I missed you too, Yukiyo." He traced the outline of her lips, slowly and then suddenly pecked them. Ukiyo laughed again, startled at how playful he had suddenly gotten.

"We should leave, Genya. It's getting cold." She didnt want to. Not really. But she had to go find Kaoru, who she hoped had the sense to wander back to the village.

"You mean go somewhere warmer and continue? Sure." He scooped her up before she could pretend to deny it.

"But before that, there's a lot you need to tell me about. Like what happened to you earlier." His eyes roamed her face once again, concerned.

She nodded. She'd tell him everything. They had all the time.

Her Koõ-kun had returned. She would and could protect him this time. No matter what.

#genya shinazugawa x reader #kimetsu no yaiba genya #imagine your otp #genya #kny oc #kimetsu no yaiba #kny imagines #kny au #genya au #genya imagines #I LOVE MY GENYA #BRING GENYA BACK #ookami #Genya wolf #ookami Genya

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tender-blooming-devotions · 4 years

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Rescue (NeMi/How To Tame Your Quarter-Demon) (feat. protective best friend Dante)

((written when I was feeling sad about my occasional sex repulsion interfering with my social life. it’s a long story ldskfja;lskjf))

((under the cut!!))

With everyone around me being so open about everything, of course, it’s natural for me to feel as if I’m an issue. My godforsaken brain doesn’t work too well when it comes to having groups of people talking at once… so this situation that I put myself in is starting to overwhelm me as I take a step back, looking down at my hands instead of what everyone’s saying. It’s quite stupid, really, how much I want to run from the situation at hand… but I tell myself, this is worth it. This is what having friends is like. This is what having friends has always been like. No matter how much it may hurt sometimes, and despite how much I try to make it any other way, nothing ever changes, and I’m always put on the back burner to stew with all my thoughts. Not once have I felt genuinely wanted anywhere.

And that’s okay. Because why would anyone want me around for anything? I’m not exactly unique in many ways, there’s plenty of people that have the same interests as I do, and I’m inferior to all of them. It’s with this knowledge that I sneak away from the group. My stealth is… lacking, but they’re so distracted by each other that they don’t notice me slipping out the door and trudging away. And I don’t notice what time it is, or where exactly I am, or why exactly we came here in a group instead of by ourselves. Night is naturally when demons come out to play. Demons have been showing up and taking people hostage in this area quite often, though I assume that even demons have standards, and I don’t meet any of them, which also leads to the assumption that I won’t get attacked on the way back home.

… Yeah, that was a terrible assumption to make, considering the sharp pain that hits my head and the darkness that obscures my vision, demonic hissing the only sound I hear as I fall unconscious.

...

Opening my eyes is like a chore, but I use most of my energy to do so and look around at my surroundings. It… seems like I’m in Devil May Cry somehow, despite being across town from it before I was knocked unconscious. The familiar feeling of the leather couch, as well as all the swords and posters on the wall, assure me that I’m in a familiar place, but that doesn’t tell me why or… or how, for that matter. How the hell did I get here? Sure, I figure out that I was kidnapped by a demon of some sort, but that doesn’t tell me why I’m here. Shouldn’t I still be with that demon? I mean, nobody cares about me enough to save me this fast, right?

Wrong. Apparently, that’s wrong.

Friends surround me all at once. They all coo to me about how sorry they are for not noticing my absence until I was already taken, how they were all so worried when they saw my hat laying in the middle of the street on their way back home, how they called Dante as soon as they realized what had happened… It’s overwhelming, though I can’t say anything as they just get louder. I can feel a pressing ache in my head as they keep talking and talking without giving me a chance to say a word. Nero’s voice cutting through all of them makes me relax, an angel calling attention away from me for a moment. Well… a demon… a quarter-demon?

“Guys, back off, you’re overwhelming her. Let her rest for a while, okay? That demon didn’t leave her unharmed.” Authority drips from each one of Nero’s words as he makes his way to me, painkillers and a cup of water in his hands. And as soon as my friends back off, he holds out his hands, letting me take the painkillers and the water. “Figured ya would want somethin’ to help your head,” he explains to me. Hardly any time passes by before I stuff all of the painkillers into my mouth and swallow them with a swig of water, sighing to myself at the pulsing pain that I really wish would go away faster. “That demon got ya pretty good, y’know. You’re lucky we found ya when we did, or you’d be feelin’ a lot more pain than a l’il headache.”

Mesmerized by the look in his eyes, I don’t respond to him at first. But as soon as his icy blues look at me, I blink and end up muttering, “How did I get here?” His chuckle is like music to my ears, though I can tell he’s irritated by something. “I mean… I was snatched by some demon, but… I-I wasn’t expecting to be saved so… so fast.” The chuckle fades and he’s narrowing his eyes at me, which makes me really miss the chuckle. In fact, the disappointed sigh he gives is much worse.

“Cami, what the fuck were ya thinking? I told ya, don’t wander the streets alone, especially not at night, and what the fuck do ya do?” Volume raising, Nero’s eyes glare into mine, making me shrink away from him a bit as I let him scold me. “Ya said that friends were going with ya, and yet ya walked off all by your lonesome, of fucking course a demon’s gonna take advantage of that! You’re lucky it wasn’t a strong one, or else you might be worse off, layin’ in some ditch and bleedin’ out! God, I thought ya were smarter than this, and yet ya proved me wrong.” The words hit me. Hard. Like a harsh slap to the face. All my friends are behind him, watching in shock, though they all seem to agree with his words: what was I thinking?

Unanimous agreement on that question causes my brain to start racing despite the headache I have. Yeah, jesus, why am I so stupid? Why would I do that? Why would I go against what Nero told me? The tears that drip down my face don’t go unnoticed by Nero, but I don’t let him touch me as I stand up, wincing at the pain in my apparently injured leg. Instead of saying a word, I hobble off to Dante’s office and manage to startle him with my presence. “Whoa, hey there, what’re ya doin- wait, are ya cryin’? Hey, hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Dante’s out of his chair before I can blink and he’s pulling me into a hug. Since he’s like my brother, I don’t struggle against him as he pets my hair, knowing exactly how to calm me down since he’s known me for years. “Is it the pain? Or did someone say somethin’? Are ya scared of somethin’? What is it?”

“N-Nero,” I barely manage to choke out, and Dante’s pulling me closer, starting to purr for me as I tremble. “H-He… yelled at me. Called me s-stupid. He’s right.” A hiccup stops me in my tracks as I lose myself to the emotions in my mind. And Dante just pulls me to his chair and sits down, cradling me to his chest and purring as loud as he can. He knows the sound of his purring soothes me when I’m upset, even if that sounds a bit weird, so he purrs for me each time I come to him in tears.

“Kid, listen,” Dante clears his throat, “Nero’s… He’s not right. You’re not stupid, and you know that. If anythin’, he’s bein’ stupid. He has no right to say that to you-” A sharp, menacing growl comes from Dante’s chest, and all it takes is a glance up to see that Nero is standing in the doorway, a crestfallen look on his face as he observes what state I’m in. “Nero, kiddo, I think you should back off. You already upset her this bad,” Dante’s voice starts to slip into a more distorted and demonic tone, but Nero is determined.

“No, Dante,” Nero growls back, “I want… I want to fix it.” Despite starting as a growl, his voice fades into a quiet murmur as he moves, observing my tear-stained face while I watch him walk closer. “Cami, I… I-I shouldn’t have talked to ya like that. I was just… so, so scared that I would lose ya.” Words wobbling as he speaks, he takes another step despite Dante’s warning look. “You’re not stupid at all, in fact, you’re… you’re amazin’. I didn’t mean to go off on ya like that, I just… I don’t wanna lose ya.”

Those are the words that make me stand from Dante’s lap and shuffle over to Nero, more tears threatening to spill as I approach him. His eyes are filled with tears as well, which makes me reach out and wipe them away. “H-Hey, I’m supposed to be the one doin’ that,” he mumbles, though he leans into my touch, a soft purr coming from his chest. Now, sure, Dante’s purr soothes me, but Nero’s purr gives me such a sense of safety and security, I can’t help but nuzzle against it to hear it more and more. And so I do just that, wrapping my arms around him and pressing my face into his chest to hear more of his purrs. Since Nero is now comforting me, Dante relaxes, not growling anymore as he realizes that I’m safe with Nero. So Nero picks me up and carries me elsewhere, keeping me as close to him as possible as he walks back to his room.

Nero’s scent flows into my senses and I relax further into his hold. It always manages to comfort me, especially when he’s right there with me. Rearranging the blankets and pillows is quite a hassle considering he wouldn’t let me help him, but it’s eventually done and he pulls me right into the center of his so-called ‘comfort nest.’ Protests aren’t listened to as he wraps his wings around me and purrs. “N-Nero,” I whine, “what are you doing?”

“Makin’ it up to ya,” he responds, holding me closer.

“But… why? You were right… I’m not really-”

“Stop it. You’re perfect, I promise, and I… I love you.”

Any other words are stopped by his plump lips brushing against mine over, and over, and over again until all I can think about is Nero, Nero, Nero.

#self ship #self shipping #how to tame your quarter-demon #nero sparda #devil may cry #devil may cry fanfiction #dmc5 #dmc nero #tw: insecurity

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raphaelsplinter · 5 years

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|| Get to know RAPHAEL SPLINTER who’s TWENTY-TWO years old and a SENIOR in college majoring in LAW. He is from NEW YORK and is often times mistaken for ARON PIPER while others say he reminds them of RAPH from TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES. ||

heyo all, my name is pepper, and after spending way too long getting distracted and watching jenna marble videos sdjksdjk Here I Am to introduce my grumpy problem child, raph ! a bit about me i guess, i’m a pinterest addict and a big fergie fan, i can only wink with both eyes (still counts tho right?) and i love b99, the good place, and umbrella academy. alright down bellow will be a bit about My Boi and some wcs i have for him ! please * youtuber vc * sMASH THAT LIKE BUTTON if you’d like to plot and i will come running okay? okay

tl;dr for those who don’t want to go through this whole thing, he’s the raph you loved and knew from tmnt except he’s bifurious, been to juvie, and had a period of his life where he was a vigilante.

to start before i forget here is his pinterest board ! blood tw though !

Raph has always used his fists to solve his problems. Violence was as natural to him as breathing, something he’d been turning to since before he can remember, and truly never really learnt how to stop. From punching kids who bugged him on the playground to picking fights with jerks who looked at him funny, Raphael was, and likely always will be, a bit aggressive. Quick to anger and even quicker to throw a punch because of it.

It was his adopted father who decided to help him channel this anger into something constructive. At first Raph thought it was stupid. After all, he already knew how to punch somebody, he didn’t need to know how to do it with gloves on. But at his father’s patient insistence, Raphael tried it, and unexpectedly (at least to Raphael) it helped. Yes, Raph was still eternally in a bad mood, but now when it all got too much and his anger felt like a noose around his neck, he had something to turn to rather than the first person who ticked him off.

But it wasn’t long until Raph didn’t just have boxing to turn to. Not just karate and taekwondo either, no, somehow Raph accidentally stumbled into an even more unexpected outlet. You see, Raph’s sense of justice was almost as strong as his anger, and that was maybe the one thing he and his family all shared, the one thing they all had in common, even his father. None of them could just sit back and allow someone else to get hurt, and it was that sense of justice that led Raph into some light pseudo vigilantism. It wasn’t anything big or, hell, organised. Honestly, the way it started was with Raph hearing something suspicious in an alley, going in guns-- or rather fists-- blazing and taking care of it himself rather than calling the police. But the thing was, it became a pattern. It became a choice. It got to the point where Raph would go out at night and roam the streets, waiting to see if anything was going down, waiting to step in. And it was New York, after all, it was the cesspool of the earth, something was always going down. Almost every night through most of his teenage years Raph would come home with bloodied knuckles and bruises, hurting like hell and having to hide it all from his family but… he felt good. He felt lighter. Doing what he was doing then, it felt better than just punching someone to punch somebody. It felt like he was actually helping people, like he was using his anger that only ever seemed to hurt people to actually do something good for once. For a while Raph thought that he was truly doing what he was supposed to be doing. That he had found his calling (although he would die before saying that out loud. Too damn cheesy).

Until of course, predictably, everything went downhill. Using his anger as a tool seemed like a great idea, and it would have been, if he knew how to control it. How to wield it like his dual daggers or his fists. But he didn’t. And because of that he slipped up, let his anger get the better of him, let it overflow one night and went too far. It didn’t matter than Raphael was stepping in between the guy and the girl he was harassing. It didn’t even matter that the girl defended him. The police didn’t care. He nearly put the guy in a coma, and he was pressing charges, and those charges landed Raph in the slammer for a whole year.

Luckily Raph was spared being charged an adult by the fact that he was seventeen at the time. While he did get a record, and lost a year of his life to the incident, it all really could have been much worse. He was able to see his family every once and a while when he had visitation. And he was able to continue school from in there. Juvie, as horrible as it was, was almost like the wake up call he needed. It was the push he needed to realize that he couldn’t let his anger control him. He needs to learn to control it.

So he’s learning. Slowly and grudgingly through mandated anger management. In all honesty, he hates it, and he slips up all the time, but he keeps going to his appointments. He keeps coming back, and he figures that must count for something.

Getting into university with a record wasn’t exactly easy, even with Raphael’s grades. Yeah, Raph was no Leo or Don but there’s not much else to do in juvie but workout and study, so that’s what Raph did. Found out he was actually pretty decent in school when he actually put the effort in and had no other options. Not that most universities or colleges even cared. Raphael had stubbornly convinced himself that he didn’t even want to go (after all, he wasn’t even sure what he wanted to do with his life, whether that be opening his own boxing ring or becoming a personal trainer, so he might not even need university in the first place) ( and because being angry was so much easier than being disappointed) until he got the offer from Corona. And yeah he thought it was stupid, and kind of shady, but... he didn’t really have any other options, and his brothers were going too. So he figured why not.

Raph decided to study law because again, why tf not. He minored in italian language and literature because-- well you get the drill. Honestly, if you were to ask Raphael about his major he would simply shrug, grumble, or give you the finger, but after being on the wrong side of the law for so long he wants to know it. In all honesty, Raph doesn’t trust cops or a lot of law enforcement, he thinks a lot of them are incompetent and stupid, and if he has his way, he’s going to be apart of changing that and maybe show these morons how it should be done.

HEADCANNONS

I have a headcannon that Raph took up italian when bored out of his mind in juvie, actually didn’t find it that hard, and he’s just been continuing to learn it and find it pretty damn easy here in Corona. I will say though, Raph isn’t the best student. He isn’t the best with authority figures who aren’t his father (the single and only authority figure he respects) so he tends to be rude in lecture, and ditch a lot, but he aces all his assignments so the professors can’t complain.

Raph is a smoker (both weed and cigarettes) and he doesn’t really care what anyone has to say about it. He figures they’re his lungs to ruin.

Raph has a sleeve at tattoos down his right arm, and an earring in his left ear.

Tends to work out/spar while he’s stressed.

Is a kind of impulsive and aggressive drunk, but also very loose and warm too if that makes sense, he can go from happy to angry at the drop of a hat.

He’s very protective of his youngest brother Mike, and that protectiveness can sometimes extend to other people younger than him. He doesn’t care for the most part, but Raph will always stick up or look out for the little guy, even if he does so grumpily.

The biggest potty mouth in the world omg, like it was hard for me not to curse while writing this while in his head space. He needs a swear jar.

Has some abandonment issues and identity issues due to the whole adoption thing but yk it’s chill he’s trying to chill dkjdfjk

THICK new york accent love this for him

WANTED CONNECTIONS ; literally almost forgot to put these oof sorry y’all i’m a fool

friends ; raph is hella antisocial so i’d say there’s maybe two spots for these but i would love for him to have some people he actually like Semi likes to be around yk that would be cool (4/4) vanellope, merida, shego, dipper !

annoyance ; someone who bugs him. this is pretty self explanatory but this could be like a big brother/younger sibling kind of situation or it could just be someone who gets on his Last Nerve mabel !

someone he looks out for ; someone raph is protective of! this could be because he thinks of them as a younger sibling, or because he just feels the need to watch out for them and he doesn’t know why. we can plot this out ! rosetta & daphne ! (2/?)

an ex ; raph despite his moody ass, does tend to date even if it’s kind of rare. this could be someone who dated raph for whatever amount of time and maybe it well or maybe it went horribly.

a past hookup ; self explanatory i think but raph has more hookups than actual relationships so if anyone is interested this is open to f / m / or nb! (1/?) angelica !

a fwb ; again self explanatory and open to all genders ! shego !

a soft spot ; someone who raph has a soft spot for for reasons that can be plotted. this grump is just a little less grumpy around them for reasons idek yet i just figure this could be fun. (2/2) rapunzel & boo !

a sparring partner ; someone who raph turns to when he physically wants to fight. friends with benefits except the benefit is fighting lmao flynn & vanellope !

enemies ; someone who raph hates, and it’s mutual, or maybe it’s one sided ! slightly !

stoner buddy ; coraline !

i think that’s it for now but i’m always willing to brainstorm tbh hit your girl up !

#r.s. | intro.#finally finished this woop

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neospacenerds · 6 years

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Notes on AU!Roman

Reversed Background

Almost everything about Roman’s home planet is explained in this post, though I've come up with a few amendments since them. Mainly regarding the name which is now KXT-49. But here are some additional notes.

- His family has weird hair and eye colors because at some point they volunteered as test subjects for cosmetic gene modification to make some extra money. It’s one of the many things that people can do on these corporation owned planets to earn extra cash.

- Was discovered to be an abnormally fast learner from a really early age, but that didn’t amount to anything seeing as hello, their lives are still pretty much corporate collateral.

- Access to reading materials is very sparse on his planet and internet access was limited, so anything he could read he would tear through repeatedly. He never attended an official school. Like most of the kids on the planet, the only education they got was from teachers from a voluntary organization coming over to give them lessons, which is how his sister-in-law Clairesse got involved in his life.

- Clairesse played a big role in cultivating his interest in learning, especially in science and math. Her being able to come and go from the planet as she wished allowed her to bring back lots of reading materials and learning aids that helped him immensely.

- His big break came when he got intergalactic attention for discovering a huge flaw in a prominent scientific theory that basically changed the foundations of modern science (I often joke that it’s Einsteins theory of relativity but I might actually have to research on this one)

- That’s basically how he earned a full scholarship to NEMI under the Technological & Systems and Support majors from one of the biggest names in R&D in the galaxy (possibly Nabaal, we’ll have to see when i start developing my concepts for the AU!Hyperion Collective).

- He’s got a very simple goal; make cutting edge breakthroughs in tech development that’ll earn him enough money to buy his family out of indentured labor.

- Naturally he’s practically guaranteed to end up in for Alpha in this universe, primarily because he doesn't have the glaring personality flaws his canon self possesses.

Personality

- My basis for his personality was basically what Roman would be like if he didn’t turn out to be so very jaded and cynical about everything. AU! Roman is intelligent, but more importantly he’s obviously constantly curious and isn’t reserved about it. He know’s he’s smarter than most but he doesn't rub that in everyone else faces. He’s not at all reserved when it comes to asking questions, and when he really hooks on to a topic those questions can get rapid fire and intense as all hell.

- He has an almost scary desire to improve himself and is always working on something. Doesn't matter if he’s reading, doing homework, learning some new skill or going ham in the workshop, it’s as if he constantly needs to be working somehow. A lot of that compulsion probably comes from the fact that he thinks he missed out on so much time to do so much while he was just a farm boy on his home planet. Now he feels that he needs to make up for that, not to mention the fact that his family’s basically relying on him to get them out of hell. No pressure.

- You know that one Hamilton song? Why do you write like you’re running out of time? That’s him. Part of him feels like this whole experience is a dream from which he might wake up from at any time, which is why he’s got to make the best use of it while he can.

- One thing he retains about his canon personality is how organized he is. In addition he’s very frugal and doesn't waste anything. Does everything to maximum effectiveness, which might come off as OCD a lot of the time.

- He’s definitely a lot more genuine. Oh yes he’s got no qualms about being open about his feelings. One might say he really took after his mother on this one. It might take awhile for him to ease into it though, since back home he’s very used to repressing his emotions just to make things easier on those around him. But once he gets used to the idea that he’s in an environment where he doesn't have to do that, oh boy are we going to have a fun time.

- I feel like he would also retain some of his manipulative edge. Not a lot of it, just enough to show that he’s self-aware about his motivations. He knows he’s there for a purpose and that’s to get rich. Anything that brings him a step closer to that goal, he’ll do in a heartbeat. Contrary to his canon self, he’d probably be very contentious about making friendly relationships, especially with others who could prove useful in the future. He especially would target individuals that’re well off, which I think at some point will lead to him befriending the wrong people (ie. AU!Aoife, if my ideas for her pan out, nudge nudge wink wink). Realizing where his morals stand in comparison to his ambitions is probably going to become a definitive struggle for him.

- He is very shrewd when it comes to making money and takes up any opportunity he can find. He will do a lot of things for money, even if they border on morally gray or take advantage of legal loopholes. Though he probably wouldn’t commit a crime. I’ve actually envisioned him plotting some sort of scam type scheme with Day to steal from the rich and give to the poor (himself) which might be a whole episode i’ll write about later.

- He tries not to lie, though he can and will twist/omit the truth. He definitely feels guilt about his ulterior motives but tells himself it's all for a good cause.

- He’s probably going to start as someone who avoids conflict and takes insults rather than fighting back since I imagine that’s the kind of treatment he’s endured back on his home planet. He’s also diplomatic rather than confrontational in nature. However he’s probably going to develop with time from being calculatingly passive to actually being able to stand up for himself. There’ll come a breaking point where someone pushes him a little too far and he snaps, giving rise to him easing into the iconic sassmaster9000 that he was meant to be.

- He might fight some people, though he’d probably since he's a scrawny farm boy with minimal combat training.

- I feel like he keeps trying to do ridiculous experimental stuff going out of his way to try to break the law of physics. Everyone else is just like Roman stop why can’t you give us regular exosuit upgrades like everyone else and he’s just like NORMAL ISN’T GOING TO MAKE ME RICH. He especially wants to build a portable temporal flux device ie. mini time travel machine. Imagine someone being able to zip about through time like tracer.

- He really likes animals. REALLY likes them. I swear he will befriend any animal in existence.

Family

- His family structure is essentially the same as canon, two half brothers, father, mother. Only difference being that his mom’s actually still alive in this one.

- His brother’s mother, Elizabeth was the sister of his mother, Victoria. She fell ill and died, leaving Victoria to take care of her young nephews. Somewhere along the line Frederick and Victoria fell in love and they got married and tada, Roman was born.

- Roman has a lot of respect for his parents, both of whom are ridiculously hardworking. They tried their best to keep the children away from hard work for as long as they could so it wouldn’t stunt their growth or affect their health, but it took a heavy toll on them. Frederick’s health has been poor over the past few years, and while Victoria’s determination to raise her children has prevented her from falling into the same pit of despair she did in canon, she can get really emotionally unstable, hysterical and is always stressed about making ends meet.

- Roman got a lot of his diplomatic personality from dealing with his mother who overreacts to things a lot. It’s an unspoken rule in their household that he’s pretty much the only one who really knows how to handle her when she’s like that.

- His oldest brother Alexander follows closely in their father’s footsteps. He is happily married to Clairesse and they're about to have their first child. Roman is really to Clairesse, She’s practically the sister she never had and they act like they’ve been siblings forever.

- His brother Caesar is the troublemaker in the family. To everyone’s dismay he’s constantly getting into trouble gambling, drinking and being an unscrupulous womanizer. He's been chased out of the house with a broom more times than anyone can count. He constantly tries to mooch money off his younger brother, and though Roman never gives him any he sneaks food out so Caesar doesn't go hungry. It feels a lot like he’s the older brother whenever he as to give Caesar a lecture about not being a fucking dumbass.

#I realized I never posted my character notes #ReverseAU #JEEZUZ THAT WAS LONG #AU!Roman

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papermoth-bird-blog · 5 years

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Ontario: Catching up with time.

There is a scene in Big Fish, in which Edward, the main character, explains the old cliche “Time freezes when you meet the love of your life”. He muses further, saying “what they don’t tell you is that it has a nasty habit of speeding up after, to make up for lost time”. Being one of my favourite films, I think of this moment often… and often find that it appears in similar ways in my life.

It happened first in Mexico. I looked at a calendar and found myself more than halfway through my trip. Of course, it is a glass half-full, half-empty situation. But time is like water, the more we cling to it, the more it slips through our fingers. The only way to enjoy it, is to jump in- head underwater, for as long as you can. The times I checked my watch, a calendar, it was like taking breaths- necessary, but also stole those moments of subversive bliss. The more I breathed, the more I wanted to never leave the moment. And with that, my writing practice faltered too.

For the sake of my future self, who undoubtedly as just as flimsy as a memory of myself at the present, I find it important to reflect on the two weeks that have flickered by since the last I wrote. They are mostly about Ontario, even though I find myself currently in Amsterdam (with an ever-expanding mind-ramble).

So I shall start where I left off:

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When it comes to my own story, I doubt there is anyone that is more surprised by my path as myself. The biggest part of healing my emotional wounds came in the form of delicately unraveling my own narrative. Re-evaluating what I gripped onto as “me” or what I “like” or, more so what I didn’t. Toronto cleansed me in that sense, freeing myself of my ego, and changing my mind, about how much change within a person is really possible. (I, others, the “stationary” memories I had of this city previous to this visit).

I found myself reflected back to me in different facets of the city- version that I recognized, but abstracted from the forms I thought I knew. I lingered around Kensington market, more times than I expected too. On the first few days I did so, I took my brother out to help him pick out shoes & new clothes. He is a senior in high school now. As we shifted through clothes on the rack, I found my mind flickering with memories of myself in the same spot, at the same age. I remembered how I felt & thought. Those parts still sit in my mind, but like some strange film that I once acted in. I am not ashamed or disappointed, in anyway, of the teenager I was. I am, very glad to be changed now- by experiences both bright & darker. The ghosts of my former selves followed me throughout the city- and then the countryside.

Though I really wanted to go see Homeshake with my brother, I decided to let him go with his friend instead. I remember Ali & I going to every concert we could get our hands on in high school. Though Isaac doesn’t seem to get into much trouble, I figure it best to at least give him the opportunity to if he feels the need ever. So I stayed at home and chatted with my mom about ordinary things. While we spoke, I cuddled up to our (now quite elderly) dog Harley. My overalls quickly became covered in blonde retriever hair, which I have not yet been able to get all off. As I drifted to sleep on the dog bed, my mother & I mused about the day we adopted him. How strange it is, that that was 13 (nearly 14) years ago now.

I often borrowed my mother’s red flannel hunting jacket, as I was without a coat & Toronto was still to host a few more light snowstorms. As I didn’t actually experience much of ‘true’ winter, I was glad to see the snow. I could tell those that had been in the city over the winter, were quite finished with it.

Though I grew up there, I always feel at a loss for who to reach out to when I am in town. I’ve fallen out of touch with many of my old friends there- mostly because many of my friends were friends of circumstance, and without our shared context, there is not much tying us together in conversation. Toronto, in my mind, was always more about family than friends. That being said, I did hang out with a few friends in the city.

I even hung out with an old lover of mine. There was a funny tension certainly, but it was a pretty nice hangout. Mostly, he just showed me around his studio space & all the projects he’d been working on since we last saw each other a couple years ago. It was nice to see a friendly face, especially a friend that could remind me of who I am in my adult life. We talked about a lot of things, but one that we shared is that we were both processing deaths of people close to us. It was nice to talk about, not that I needed more people to talk about it with, more so, because it gave me a huge sense of perspective. I was able to witness how far I’ve come in grounding & processing those deaths.

The days following, I found myself deep in introspection. My Aunt Jeannie is a ceramic artist & she invited me to play around in her studio to keep her company. I was more than happy to keep her company. With a head so full of thoughts, it was nice to able to translate them into molded forms. I built pots & bowls for my new apartment, and less practical things too. I built lace- inspired vases to host dried flowers in the fall. And most excitingly, many faces & hands that I hope to make into dolls when I am able to finally get them to Halifax. It was nice to spend one on one time with Jeannie as well- family gatherings can quickly become so loud & hectic; it’s hard to have a properly threaded conversation.

When I got home, my brother & I had our picture taken (quite formally) by my mom. It was kind of goofy, but nice. I’m starting to realize how important it is to actively capture memories (with a memory like mine)- yes, in ways, it’s true, it is kind of an act of “un-presencing”, but one for posterity’s sake. In a way though, also helps celebrate the present.

After another long day at the studio, I did end up making plans with another friend of mine. I met my friend Rachelle at work, but we have quite a bit in common. She just moved to the city from Halifax to pursue a career in Costume design- which is actually what I was studying when I first moved to Halifax. I did my best to help give her insight into Toronto, and what area she should look at moving to. We met up in the west end- the area that she was looking at. A friend of my sister’s, Eliza Nemi, just put out a really awesome EP called ‘Vinegar’. Eliza was playing a show at the Monarch Tavern with another friend of a friend called Luka. I’ve loved his music for so long- His song ‘Oh my heart is full’ is one that is pretty permanently stuck in my head.

Being at the show was, again, strange but lovely. A space between two worlds. Two different versions of my own past, combined. It was very quiet at first, but that made it easier to find Rachelle, who had brought along her friend Jaya. A few other girls from costume studies met up with us & it quickly became a conversation exclusively about that. I honestly didn’t mind, because by that time many people rolled into the room. There were, surprisingly enough, a whole bunch of familiar faces from my Halifax world. I chatted with my sister’s friend Nicholas, then Peter. Not long into it, I also spotted my friend Allie, who I haven’t seen since university. It was nice seeing everyone, but I also found myself seeking moments alone, to just feel the music & keep my own company. Eliza’s set was as if an elf had come experience city life. Before her, was another talented female songwriter Le Ren- who did some country-pop tunes that I was actually very impressed by.

During the tail end of Eliza’s set, I pushed my way towards the bar to grab a glass of water. There was a woman in front of me who, herself, was getting a glass. She spun around to offer me the pitcher. It was quite comical how we both did an over-dramatic triple-take. She shouted over the music “I know you! I know your hair. How do I know you?” I have always been rather good at names and faces- and it didn’t take long for me to shuffle through circumstances to figure where she fit in. Last fall, she had come down to play a house show in Lunenburg with an old boyfriend of mine. We quickly fell into conversation & she told me she was about to leave to go on tour with Tim Baker & invited me to the show they are playing in Halifax. I do hope I am able to go, but I am unsure of the timing & how that will work with my schedule. Regardless, its funny circumstances like that that give me comfort in the workings of this tiny world we have. (something I have been learning A LOT about recently).

There were more familiar faces still lingering around the bar- but I felt it was the time to leave, so I did. It’s good I did too- because, as it happens, I somehow drained both my prestopasses without realizing. By sheer dumb-luck, or rather a startling act of kindness I’ve never experienced in Toronto, the bus driver just waved me in the street car without any form of payment. I’m not entirely sure why, but I didn’t ask questions and ran to the back to make myself as small as possible- as if hiding in case he changed his mind.

I was quite tired by that point, and missed my stop somehow.

By time I found myself getting off the bus I was terribly impatient to be home and so I ran the rest of the way. This impatience echoed the feeling I was getting about the city itself- a general restlessness. As if I had come to the city to accomplish something, despite me not being specifically clear what that was. These thoughts raced through my mind as I ran down the dark of the avenue I grew up on. I lay on my parent’s front porch for a moment to still my mind & heart. When I walked through the door, my brother was sitting on the velvet couch singing a song that was so familiar I teared up instantly.

As kids, my cousins, siblings & I watched the movie Dan in Real Life whenever we had the chance- and notably on every thanksgiving since it was released. Sondre Lerche wrote the soundtrack, and we’ve listened to the album more times than I could possibly count. So, my brother sat and played ‘Modern Nature’ over and over throughout the evening. We worked on harmonies until the early morning hours. It was so lovely to work creatively with my brother in that way. It is not often we find moments to do so.

The following day, Isaac played in the New Orleans Jazz band at Massey Hall. Regrettably, I missed it, because Morgan had finally charged his phone. Which meant he called me & came to whisk me off to the woods of Willow Beach, Ontario. An adventure, I was eager to fall into, though it would have certainly been nice to see Isaac perform once more.

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Love Her [Shinazugawa Sanemi x F!Reader] Chapter 2

Rating: E! NSFW Characters: Shinazugawa Sanemi x Former Pillar F!Reader Chapters: 3/5 Summary: Opposites really do attract, but that sentiment ran deeper than weird quirks and personality clashes for Sanemi and his lover. This is a collection of short stories depicting Sanemi’s life with the woman with whom his life began and ended. Word Count: 1,454 Tags: Smut, Making Out, Awkward Sexual Situations, Genya is a Cockblock, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Soft Sanemi, Handjobs, Biting, Scratching, Caught in the Act (More tags to be added soon.)

***NSFW***

“Well, I do get your point, Genya-kun. But I think you should tell Sanemi about it,” (Y/n) answered softly, as she fished the tonkatsu out of the pot she had been frying it in. With a few gentle shakes— to get the excess oil off— she then set the cut of meat on the clean plate beside her.

“But…nee-chan, he doesn’t even want me here,” The young man lamented with a defeated sigh, before he crossed his arms on top of the table, and shifted his weight on to them. “He was asking me why I was even here in his house.”

(Y/n) switched the stove off, and turned to her lover’s brother with a soft smile on her face. “Then tell him that I invited you. Because you are my guest; not his. Even if this is his home."

“That doesn’t even make sense.” Genya muttered with a shake of his head, which made the (h/c) haired woman giggle.

“What are you still fucking doing here? I thought I told you to leave?” The irate words reverberated within the kitchen, just as the Master of the House came thundering in with that ever-present scowl on his face.

(Y/n)’s gaze darted between the brothers, before settling on her lover. “I invited him to stay, Sanemi. Is there a problem with that?”

Sanemi, to his credit, reigned his anger in; even though he looked as if he was ready to explode. His eyes narrowed dangerously at Genya, which made the younger Slayer swallow past the lump in his throat.

And, surprisingly, the Wind Hashira growled out, “No. No problem at all, (Y/n).”

“Since that’s taken care of, why don’t we have lunch? I’m famished."

With that, (Y/n) made quick work of setting the table up; with Genya’s help, of course. All the while, Sanemi’s glare never flitted away from his brother— which made for awkward and jerky movements from the younger Slayer.

“Mitsuri-chan taught me how to make this the other day. I just know you two will like it.”

And true enough, the Shinazugawa siblings did like the tonkatsu; enough to demolish the ten cuts of pork that (Y/n) had served.

“Where’s that damn dog of yours? It should be crying right about now, shouldn’t it?” Sanemi shot at his lover, before taking a sip of his after-lunch tea.

Instead of getting offended, (Y/n) smiled as she set down a cup of tea in front of Genya. She then sat down beside Sanemi, before circling a hand around his wrist and bringing his cup of tea up to her lips. “I left Taro at home with my father.”

“Why?” Sanemi asked suspiciously, since he knew that she never left her dog at home; except for when she used to go on missions.

“I just wanted to spend time with the best man in my life.” (Y/n) smiled warmly, before taking a sip of Sanemi’s tea. “Unless you want Taro to be with us as well?”

There were no innuendoes in the young woman’s words, but the silver-haired Hashira clearly picked up on what she meant. And instantaneously, he could feel his cock harden at the images that bombarded his thoughts.

It had been a while since he and (Y/n) had had sex, and the mere thought of having her naked and needy beneath him was enough to get him in the mood to fuck.

However, there was just one problem: Genya was still there, so they couldn’t be as loud as they wanted.

“Genya, take a fucking walk or something.”

“Be nice, Sanemi,” (Y/n) chided softly, then turned towards the younger of the two men and offered him a sheepish smile. “Sorry, Genya-kun.”

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“Don’t you think that asking your brother to take a walk was as good as telling him to get lost so we could have sex?” (Y/n)’s words were breathless as her lover had claimed her mouth in a ravenous kiss. It was so consuming and heady that it made her feel a bit lightheaded.

“I don’t fucking care,” Sanemi growled, as he lifted (Y/n) from her seat next to him and plopped her down on his lap.

In response, she wrapped her arms around his neck and ground her hips against his prominent erection. The action elicited a sinful moan from the Hashira’s lips, while his hands anchored themselves to either side of his lover’s waist, so he could press her clothed pussy flush against his rigid cock.

It wasn’t enough contact, but it was something.

He needed more of her, and he didn’t hesitate to let her know as much.

The way that his kisses turned much more eager and demanding wasn’t lost on (Y/n), and she responded in kind to the enthusiasm she received from Sanemi. His tongue mapped out her mouth, before tangling with her own in a playful and teasing gesture that didn’t fail to make her wetter than she already was.

Slowly, the former Hashira’s soft and dainty hands snaked down to push her lover’s jacket off his shoulders, before hastily untucking his Slayer uniform from his pants and slipping her hands beneath the smooth fabric.

Sanemi’s skin was littered with scars, but (Y/n) wasn’t disgusted by them. In fact, she thought that they looked appealing on her lover; but she disliked the fact that he kept adding more to his “collection”. Each scar represented a battle that he had fought and won, which (Y/n) understood to a fault.

They were Sanemi’s trophies, per se. But the constant increase in their number worried (Y/n) immensely.

But it wasn’t the time to lecture him about the fresh cuts she could feel beneath her fingers. Instead, she glided her hands past the fresh cuts on his shoulders, then dug her nails into his back— before dragging her hands upwards.

A throaty groan left Sanemi’s mouth, as he pulled away from (Y/n)’s inviting lips. His head lolled to the side, and his eyes closed involuntarily as a mix of pleasure and pain coursed through his body.

“If you keep doing that, then I’m not gonna last damn long,” Sanemi hissed in his lover’s ear, before nipping at it playfully.

So, with a giggle, (Y/n) slipped her hands down to unbuckle Sanemi’s belt. She had a bit of trouble, what with the limited space between their bodies, but she made as quick work of it as possible.

And when the blasted thing was off, she immediately unsnapped her lover’s button and undid his fly— before snaking her hand beneath the elastic of his underpants and encircling his hard cock in her grip.

Slowly, (Y/n) pumped her hand up and down Sanemi’s shaft; twisting her wrist once in a while to tease the head of his cock. And it didn’t take long after that for the tough and enigmatic Wind Hashira to become putty in her hands.

He began panting beneath her, with his head thrown back in ecstasy; unmindful of all the lewd noises he was making. All that mattered to Sanemi was his oncoming release, and he was so hard up for it that he could practically taste it on the tip of his tongue.

The proverbial icing on the cake, however, was when (Y/n) leaned down and lightly sank her teeth into the side of her lover’s neck.

That was the catalyst for his orgasm. It washed over him quickly and heavily— practically consuming the entirety of his person as his cum shot out of him in thick ropes.

But then, even before Sanemi could ride out his high, the annoying and familiar barks of (Y/n)’s dog echoed just outside the house. And before either of them could move, the sound of ripping paper could be heard inside the kitchen.

To make things worse, the sound was then followed by the padding of tiny, clawed feet against the wooden floor— headed straight for the couple sat facing each other.

And, as if to mock (Y/n) and Sanemi even further, the slamming of the ruined shojifollowed suit— as one of (Y/n)’s father’s students appeared in the doorway— with a clear view of his sensei’s daughter astride her lover, with her hand down said lover’s pants.

“Ah! P-please don’t kill me! I’m so sorry, (Y/n)-sama! Shinazugawa-sama!” The boy begged as he closed his eyes and got down in a dogeza. "Taro ran away from the kyūdojo and we had to chase him down."

However, instead of getting angry, (Y/n) bit down on her bottom lip to suppress her giggles; but she ultimately failed as her light laughter slipped through. And so, as her laughter consumed her, she leaned her forehead against Sanemi’s shoulder. “Ara, ara, ‘Nemi. This is what you get for being so mean to your brother.”

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Note: Ahh, hello everyone! Thank you for reading! I know I said I’d post this tomorrow, but I just couldn’t resist. I made a promise, after all. :D xx

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