#giyu tomioka angst

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𝐀𝐍. this is i think the third post that’s long? This one is over 5K words..i’m really spoiling the fuck outta y’all 😒 but all jokes aside i hope y’all enjoyyy, and the update for the two requests i receive im writing them right now, i’m sorry for making you guys wait 😞 but trust they’re almost done !

- 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈

He was speechless.

At first he thought he was hallucinating thinking it was someone else but it couldn’t be..he only knew one person with those mesmerizing (E/C) orbs…one person who’s a stubborn little shit and that was you, it’s been 12 years since he last seen you and out of the blue you were here being introduced as a new Hashira, the Moon Hashira. It was unbelievable he was still in denial thinking it was someone else. Anyone else but when he heard your soft tone..the same tone he would always hear when bickering as kids echo through his ears he felt his heart increase. That same smile..same glint in your eyes..it was you, after so long he gets to see you again.

But.

Why we’re you here? What are you even doing here? You weren’t supposed to be here you weren’t supposed to follow him as a Demon Slayer. He told you specifically to not put yourself into danger but..here you are. In the flesh after 12 years, when he saw you introduce yourself to everyone and when it finally came to him he saw how you froze in place with wide eyes. You both stood there staring at each other you in disbelief looking for what to say, he was there he was right in front of you. What do i say? Do i say hi? Do i act like i don’t know him? You were honestly shocked and didn’t know what to do, the way he was glaring at you made you feel more uncomfortable and slightly scared.

You knew you screwed up.

He looked imitating you couldn’t get a word out. So instead you simply cleared your throat moving your gaze to someone else with a fake smile continuing the conversations.

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It’s been a few weeks almost a month since you got introduced as the new Hashira and unexpectedly you made friends with everyone. They were so kind and gentle with you it made you think they were your second family (Which they are) but there was just something that was bothering you.. it was Sanemi. You knew he was mad at you for practically breaking the promise you guys made with each other but you couldn’t help it, you wanted to be useful to something, you wanted to become a Demon Slayer to get your revenge..you wanted to become one because you missed him..so so much. You knew you were an ass for breaking it but it was 12 years ago, maybe trying to talk to him would help it, right?

Wrong.

Anytime you would walk passed him, you two would make eye contact for a slight second before he turned his gaze away from you going towards his estate with a scowl and furrowed eyebrows leaving you there with overthinking thoughts.

That night you groaned as you were laid in your futon staring at the ceiling deep in thought, thinking about him..he was just clouding your mind. It was all about him..you missed him so bad it’s been too fucking long without him and seeing him glare at you instead of being happy broke your heart a little. You even wondered if he missed you as much as you missed him, the more you thought about those moments the more tears pricked in the corner of your eyes, you hadn’t realize you were crying till you felt them run down your cheek to your neck. You blinked as you brought your hand to your face wiping them away sniffling.

You scoffed to yourself feeling more spill onto your cheeks, soon enough you started crying to yourself as you thought about all the memories with him. A few minutes passed by and you were still crying only for it to get interrupted hearing a knock, “(Y/N)?” It was Genya, you looked up with a blurry vision staring at your door quickly wiping away your tears or trying to at least shouting, “Come in!” Genya softly opened your door peaking his head in to spot you sitting on your futon, he smiled seeing you were up but quick to turn into a frown looking at you, you raised a brow at the reaction “What?” You questioned and he scoffed, “What do you mean what, you know what. You’ve been crying haven’t you?” Ahh..you bit your lip looking away sadly sighing, “Was i that obvious?” You questioned and he nodded his head, “Mm, what happened (Y/N)? did someone hurt you? Do i have to kick their ass?” He asked with a protective tone walking towards your frame as you chuckled shaking your head, “I don’t think you can kick your brothers ass now can you?” Genya froze a little but sighed, “So this is about my brother huh?” You nodded your head, “Indeed it is.”

Genya furrowed his eyebrows seeing how sad you got after answering his question, what the hell did he do? “What happened?” As soon as he said that you felt tears prick the corner of your eyes but quickly wiped them away clearing your throat, “It’s just..I-..do you think he hates me? I mean when i was introduced as the new pillar he glared at me at the meeting and after that he completely ignored me..like i don’t even exist to him. i know i messed up by breaking our promise but fuck Genya it hurts! It’s been 12 years since i’ve last seen him, everyday i thought about him and when i would see him again..i missed him so fucking bad and it seems he hasn’t missed me but it’s whatever i’ll get over it.” You tried brushing off but Genya shook his head scoffing at the conclusion, “Idiot don’t be stupid, of course he missed you. He couldn’t go a day without praying to see you again, trust me (Y/N) he missed you as much as you missed him. He’s just being a dumbass right now, he’s in shock because you followed in his footsteps when you promised you wouldn’t. Listen (Y/N),” He paused taking a sigh, “You should talk to him, it’s the least you could do.”

You clenched your pj bottoms nodding your head slow, he was right..he was completely right. Talking to him was the best option right now, you walked through the night of headquarters making your way towards the pillars estate nervous as your foot steps got louder and louder same with your heart beat getting closer to the door. You fidgeted with your fingers walking up to his door stopping, you breathed in and out raising your fist into the air pausing for a moment before finally connecting your fist with the wooden door, from a distance you heard some stuff being moved around and heavy stomps coming towards the door soon watching it slide open revealing a pissed off Sanemi, “What the hell do you wa-“ He paused looking down to see who it was, you stood there uncomfortably staring into his eyes as he stared into yours with surprise, you moved your gaze away from him clearing your throat.

“Uhm..can we talk?”

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It was so awkward you could hear a pen drop. You were stood up while he was sat in one of the chairs keeping his stare on you. Fuck this is so scary when the hell did he get so tall and fucking hot?! You opened your mouth to say something but got cut off, “Why’re you here, (Y/N).” He said with a stern voice, you looked up to finally make contact with him, trying to get something out but nothing was said. He scoffed standing up from his chair making it screech against the floor, “I’ll ask again. What the hell are you doing here.” Hearing a small snarl in his tone made everything switch inside you, you clenched your fists together crossing your arms together, “Listen i’m not here to argue okay? I came to talk.. to apologize to you..Sanemi i broke our promise and i’m really fucking sorry but you have to trust when i say this i did this for a good reason.” You tried to explain but Sanemi rolled his eyes clicking his tounge in annoyance. “Good reason?, what’s this good reason you have? Because i’m pretty sure we made that promise for a good reason too but i guess that wasn’t a good reason for you now was it?” He growled, this was slowly starting to tick you off the more you heard attitude and venom coming from his tone. You furrowed your eyebrows, “I said i was sorry okay?! What more else do you want me to say Sanemi? It’s been 12 years since the promise why can’t you just let it go?!”

Let it go?

“You want me to let that go? How can i possibly let that shit go when you promised me you wouldn’t join the corp and put yourself into danger?!” He shouted now feeling his face start to go hot, walking towards your frame as you continued to glare at him slightly backing up, “Cant you see why i can never let that go? Because i can’t see another person who means too fucking much to me die again!.?Do you really think i want that to happen? That day when you were on the edge of death scared me, i was afraid of losing my best friend..the love of my life.” He clenched his fist, backing you up into the wall staring into your eyes as you stared back at him with a shocked face, “That’s the reason why i made that promise. For you to promise to never put yourself in harms way, that’s why i can never let that go, not now not ever.” He whispered hovering his lips over yours feeling butterflies flutter through your stomach, you looked into his eyes to see various of emotions float through them,

Sadness.

Anger.

Regret.

You opened your mouth to speak, “Sanemi I-“ You got interrupted by him, “Please, please don’t die, please don’t leave me.” He whispered, your eyes soften as you placed your hand on his cheek, he just like the same little boy from years ago. He still had that soft side and it was only for you, “I love you so fucking much, i’m sorry for ignoring you, i’m sorry for not speaking to you, i’m s-“ You placed your lips ontop of his instantly shutting him up feeling him soften against you. You smiled in between the kiss moving in sync with him, for a few more seconds you pulled away softly smiling, “Don’t apologize idiot, it’s okay and i understand. I promise you this..i will never leave you.”

“Not ever, not again.”

- 𝐆𝐈𝐘𝐔

He was shocked.

There was no way you were alive..there was no way you survived the final selection. His eyes were widened as he stared at you greeting everyone, what had happened for the past years? and how did u become a Hashira? Every thing was floating through his mind with questions and concerns, he had thought you died that night with Sabito but apparently you survived..you were introduced as the moon Hashira, the tenth for the Demon Slayer corp. He didn’t know what to do, he didn’t know if he should interrupt or should just wait but his body wouldn’t let him move. He was frozen in place as his stare was placed on you, you grew so much from when you and him were kids, you’ve grown into a women. An attractive women at that, he wasn’t even gonna lie that you’ve grown cuter, he clenched his Kamodo thinking of what to do.

He watched as you greeted Uzui who had a sly grin on his face as he talked to you, the way the taller male was just gazing at you was making him jealous. He didn’t realize he was glaring at the sound Hashira till Uzui felt a stare in him shooting his head up to see who it was from to catch Tomioka glaring at him, taking you by surprise you followed along with his gaze turning around to see Tomioka glaring at you both. You felt your breath hitched as you finally noticed him, he was right there and i didn’t even realize!? Shit should i say hi? What the hell do i do?! Think (Y/N) think.. Tomioka saw how your eyes widened spotting him standing afar from everyone, he grunted to himself quick to tare his eyes away from the both of you looking ahead not paying anymore mind to you and Uzui.

You couldn’t help but slightly giggle at the flustered reaction seeing how his cheeks were slightly red from embarrassment. You sighed turning your gaze back to Uzui who had a raised brow, “Do you perhaps know him?” He questioned, and you nodded your head, “Yep..me and him actually grew up together. You could say we’re childhood friends.” You answered watching Uzui nod his head in response. You and the other continued the Hashira meeting as planned listening to masters orders, once the meeting came to an conclusion you saw how quick Tomioka got up to walk away, but instead you were also quick to walk towards him taking his hand into yours walking towards a quiet place in the garden.

Tomioka looked at your guys hands with a small blush but let it happen following wherever you were taking them. After two minutes or so you led him to the nice part of the garden where there were blossom trees and a nice field of flowers, you dragged him to a patch of grass sitting on top of it as you patted next to you, “Sit.” You said softly watching as he looked confused but obeyed sitting next to you, you smiled in response, “Hi Tomi.” Tomi the childish nickname you made for him when you two were just little kids running around a garden, he felt his heart flutter hearing his nickname after so long avoiding your gaze looking towards the floor, he didn’t know how to start off the convo but he knew one thing was..

How the hell are you still here right now?

He cleared his throat, “Ho..how are you still-“

“Alive?” You finished turning your head back to him seeing his nod slowly, you softly sighed to yourself starting to anxious now. You knew he was gonna ask you this the moment you saw him staring at you with wide eyes but you never prepared how you were gonna explain it to him, Tomioka saw how you were getting anxious by how you were zoning out. He clenched his uniform pants before placing on his hands on your lap with his hand open, you looked down at his hand then back up him who just stared at you with a soft gaze, your heart fluttered a little remembering the soft gesture he would do whenever you were nervous. You took his hand into yours interlocking your guys hands together as you used your other hand to play with his finger tips, you breathed in and out before starting, “After Sabito died..i was targeted next by him, i’m pretty sure you remember that night yeah?” You asked, he nodded his head. “When you had thought i died i was only badly injured but i was still breathing. i survived the seven days which qualified me for passing the final election, everything was a blur when i woke up at the butterfly mansion. When they said i had passed i couldn’t believe it, i thought i was a goner..” You finished, Tomioka looked at you with widen eyes, he couldn’t believe it also.

That night he thought he had lost you, he was so miserable when making his way to the top. He doesn’t deserve to be the water Hashira..that title should’ve went to you not him, you saw how his gaze saddened making your breath hitch. You knew exactly what he was thinking, you let go of his hand to place them on his face, “Tomioka i know that look very well stop it. It’s not your fault for what happened that night, okay?” He couldn’t help but let his eyes water, every emotion was coming at him fast he couldn’t help but let the tears spill, you softly smiled using your thumb to wipe away the tear, “Don’t cry my love, i’m here aren’t i? I’m alive and i’m doing well, i’m finally with you like we promised and i know Sabito is watching over the both of us.” Tears were also welling up in your eyes as you tried to keep it together, Tomioka tried opening his mouth to speak but gasped feeling warm lips in his. His eyes widened for a second but soon fluttered closed leaning more into the kiss you two shared, it was so soft and gentle he felt like he was in heaven.

You hummed lowly in the kiss before pulling back leaning your foreheads together staring into his glossy blue eyes. “I’m never leaving you till death due us part.” He stared at you for a moment to take in your words soon smiling leaning more into your touch. “I love you so much..” You whispered watching as a blush formed on his cheeks,

“I love you too..”

- 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐊𝐔

He was lost of words.

When he seen you in front of everyone with rope ties behind your hands with bruises and marks on your body he didn’t know how to react. That possibly couldn’t be you right? But it was you..he only knew one person with those beautiful (E/C) orbs and that was you. What were you doing here? And why are you tied up like that?

You felt the Kakushi from behind you push your head to the rubble ground, hissing in pain snarling as you groaned at the harsh impact, “Show some respect!” You breathed heavy as you clenched your fists together feeling your blood start to go hot, who the hell did this guy think he is? Right alongside you, Kyojuro felt his mood start to change when seeing that, he no longer had a smile on his face but a scowl planted, he clenched his uniform pants to keep his composure. Seeing you get slammed down like that snapped something inside him, he was always like this whenever you got hurt and nothing changed that till this day. Shinobu softly sighed to herself stepping forward, “(L/N) (Y/N) i hope you know why you’re here.” She started and you rolled your eyes huffing, “Obviously i do.” You started grunting as you got pulled back up to face them again only for your glare to turn into shock. What the fuck. Am i hallucinating? That couldn’t be Kyojur..o?

You couldn’t take your eyes away from him as his fiery ones were placed on you. You both held that eye contact with one another both shocked to see each other after 12 years. But that was instantly interrupted when Sanemi came walking in with a devilish grin, “Well well well what do we have here?” He chuckled staring at you as you glared at him bawling your fists together tugging at the rope, “Long time no see (Y/N)..or should i say halfbreed.” Gasps came from everyone but Kyojuro as he looked down, “Halfbreed?! What is a halfbreed doing in the Demon slayer corp?” Tengen started as he looked at you with a look of disgust making you avoid everyone’s stare, “How did she even qualify in the final selection without getting caught?” Obanai scowled pointing towards you, everyone started to question of how a halfbreed like yourself even qualified to be a slayer, there was confusion, hate, disgust lingering from most of them expect for one person..one person in particular who knew of this secret..one person who bluntly told you to never join but here you are now.

A Demon slayer as a half demon yourself.

You were taken out of your thoughts as you felt a harsh kick towards your chest knocking you to your backside with a sword pointing towards your head, you growled at the impact glaring up towards Sanemi who had a grin on his face, “Well won’t you look at that? Who knew a halfbreed like yourself managed to sneak in as a slayer.” Almost in a flash you saw his sword speed past your arm cutting it good making it bleed, but for you..you didn’t mind the pain i mean you are a demon you got used to it but still couldn’t help but whimper lowly feeling the blood sun down your arm, “You know us slayers kill demons like you..so i don’t even know why the hell were keeping you alive right now. I should just cut off your head here and now!.” He shouted, in instinct you closed your eyes waiting for the impact to come but..it never did?

You opened your eyes slowly to spot Kyojuro standing in front of you with his sword blocking Sanemi’s. Sanemi eyes widened looking at the flame Hashira who looked pissed, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Kyojuro didn’t answer yet shoved him away still guarding you with his sword in front of you staring at Sanemi, he went to open his mouth but got cut off by the master arriving.

That same night you were assigned to stay at the flame mansion under Kyojuros request, it was terribly awkward between the both of you. You rubbing your bandaged arm as he was stood far away from you, this painful silence was making you cringe inside you started to become fidgety. What the hell do i say to him? Do i say hi? Is he mad? I mean he looks mad..those fiery eyes glaring into yours with a scowl on his face. He has to be mad..he isn’t in his goody mood right now..you opened your mouth to say something but got interrupted by him, “Why’re you here?” He questioned, you sighed avoiding his stare, “Isn’t it obvious?” You mumbled, it had to be obvious to why you were here..you already told him years ago you were gonn join the corp even knowing you were a half breed. Kyojuro pinched the bridge of his nose groaning “(Y/N) i don’t have time for your attitude right now. Explain to me why you didn’t listen to a thing i said to you?” You started to get pissy, you knew he was gonna start bringing this up clenching your fists together you glared, “I think i remembered telling you i don’t follow rules from anyone Kyojuro. You should’ve known i wouldn’t have listened,” Kyojuro clicked his tongue as he stared at you, “Yeah? Well this time you should’ve listened! Do you not realize you could’ve died if i didn’t step in? You don’t know what Sanemi is capable of, he would’ve had your head cut off the moment you bared your fangs at him.” He raised his voice a little taking a step forward.

It was true. The moment you showed your fangs to him he would’ve had your head cut off, but of course you were too stubborn to admit it. So instead you got upset glaring at him as he started backing you up, you’ve never seen Kyojuro this upset before. You saw a faint blush of red on his cheeks and around his ears, you started to feel bad as you looked down knowing you caused him this anger. Kyojuro wasn’t meant to get this upset when talking to you but his feelings got the best of him seeing you get hurt almost ended up being dead scared him which made him act out. You softly gasped feeling your back hit the wall, you looked up at Kyojuro to see him throwing that same glare, you both breathed heavily as you both stared into each others eyes, your (E/C) gazing into his. It was a moment of silence till he broke out a sigh, “You’re still so.. stubborn.” He sighed in disappointment placing a hand on your cheek before speaking, “Whyre are you still stubborn?” He questioned seeing you lean into his warmth.

God you missed his touched.

You shrugged with a small grin, “Because you love it?” You teased watching him roll his eyes making you laugh lightly, “Keep telling yourself that,” He chuckled shaking his head, after that it was just quiet. It gave you the time to think about what happened..you were starting to feel bad now, you were so childish and stubborn..you sighed sadly, “i’m sorry Kyo..for being childish and stubborn i didn’t” You got cut off by lips being ontop of yours as you looked at him shock feeling him soon pull back with a grin, “Have you forgotten we grew up together? Don’t worry about it (Y/N), i can handle your stubbornness.” You looked at him still shocked starting to miss that sensation of his lips on yours. You didn’t listen to a thing he said you were just zoned out, he kissed me..omg.

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HE KISSED ME?!?

Kyojuro saw how you looked at him shocked with a chuckle, “Don’t tell me you’re getting flustered now little flame?” He teased leaning his head close to yours hovering his lips with yours. You sucked in a breath soon enough scoffing pushing his face away, “Shut up!”

He was gonna be the death of you.

- 𝐔𝐙𝐔𝐈

You cocked an eyebrow as you heard a lot of commotion, coming from inside as you got closer and closer standing in front of the white banners. When you heard the commotion settle down you walked in to see a yellows haired boy on the ground knocked out cold as a boar kinda thing got punched by the one and only Uzui Tengen ..you hummed lowly moving your gaze back to the angry Hashira, “I don’t think punching your recruits is very flashy now is it Uzui?” At that moment Tengen felt his whole demeanor change when hearing your voice, that once anger in his face turned into a soft one as he brought his eyes to look at you, his eyes widened as his breath got stuck in his throat. He only sat there looking at you not saying anything, Tanjiro also looked at you with furrowed eyebrows. He's never seen you before..

The tension in the room was getting tensed by the minute as you and Uzui held that eye contact. The more he looked at you the more he couldn’t stop thinking about that day..he still remembered your tears as you looked at him with a heart broken gaze. He didn’t believe it was you..he thought he was hallucinating thinking it was you but some random person who looked like you but it wasn’t. It was really you. It was you, how could he ever forget those memorizable eyes of yours? The same ones that looked at him with hatred and sadness. He went to open his mouth to speak but you beat him there, “So..Uzui. What’s the plan for this mission, hm?” You questioned staring at him with a cold and stern look, Tengen just stared at you for a good awhile before snapping out of his mind clearing his throat, “I..uhm.” He couldn’t speak, he couldn’t get his mind straight. He felt his air way get trapped, he didn’t know what to do.

Tanjiro noticed how the whole room was getting tensed. He smelt a lot of anger and sadness radiating off you as you looked at Uzui, he then turned his head to look at Tengen smelling a sense of regret and happiness. You don’t know what happened between you two but it was starting to get more and more tense the longer it was quiet in the room, he opened his mouth to ask the question. “Do..do you know Mr. Uzui?” His voice spoke, which seems like hours on end you finally took your gaze of Tengen looking towards the boy. Before you could answer him a door was slid open, “Sorry to intrude but i got the stuff you requested sir.” A man said said with a soft smile on his face with a basket of stuff next to him.

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The tension was still awkward..all five of you walked towards one of the houses where Suma was staying at still deep in your thoughts. You didn’t know what to say to him— matter a fact you wanted to punch him but for the sake of not causing a scene you held back, you walked along side with Insouke having a small smile on your face as he spoke to you about how he was raised in the mountains, this kid was really interesting. You guys continued to walk towards the house finally making it.

The mission was beginning.

After assigning each and one of them to a house you and Tengen were changed back into your guys uniforms sitting ontop of one the house roofs looking out for any signs of demons. It was quiet..real quiet as you stood there fiddling with your Haori..the same Haori they gave you. You felt as if you should’ve been had it gone the moment the accident happened but you couldn’t bring yourself to, it held too many precious memories just to throw it away. After all you did missed them even after the incident, from the glances Tengen was giving you you could tell he wanted to say something to you but couldn’t get the words out. How could he when he’s now seeing you after twelve years? You also wanted to say something to him but you were hurt and upset to do so, you didn’t even wanna be on this mission but from masters orders you had to.

You bit back a heavy groan finally deciding to be the first to speak up but instead Tengen beat you to it, “I thought you threw that thing away..” His voice spoke as you gripped tighter around the fabric having your breath hitch, turning your head to look at him making eye contact with his soft orbs. You had forgotten how handsome he was, every memory came back just from looking at his face. You clicked your tongue looking away from him once more sighing, “No, i kept it.” You spoke very soft and small avoiding his gaze, Tengen sighed walking up towards you. Hearing his heavy footsteps make their way towards you, your heart increased as well as your breath getting shallowed, “Look at me.” He asked with that tone..that fucking tone he would use whenever he spoke to his wives, you continued to look away from him but that changed when you felt two fingers on your chin bringing you to turn your head. You kept a straight face as you looked up at him holding down that emotion you felt that was gonna blow any minute, “(Y/N)..that day. I..I lost someone who was an important person to my family. I lost someone who was the most sweetest and kind hearted angel anyone could ask for..and that someone was you. And I screwed that up because i let my emotions get the best of me, ever since that day Suma, Makio and Hina all begged to have you back. But it was too late..” He trailed sighing, “I’m so sorry, (N/N).” As soon as you heard that voice crack you couldn’t help but have your own emotions finally let go.

Soon enough you found yourself crying in front of him. You wanted to yell at him, wanted to punch him wanted to curse him out but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You brought your hand up to wipe your tears away but the didn’t stop running, Tengen softly smiled using his thumb to wipe away the single tear that slid down your cheek as he pulled you close to him with your head on his chest, you didn’t even fight back at it instead you clenched onto his uniform like you didn’t want him to leave you. He felt your hands grip tighter kissing the top of your head before whispering, “I’m not going anywhere..i’m not leaving you. Not again not ever.” He whispered closing his eyes holding you into his bigger arms letting you cry it out.

Since that night, the tension that was once there had vanished. I mean you were still awkward around him but the more times you’re with him alone the more you’re letting yourself get comfortable with him again. Tengen was happy to see you get more and more comfortable going back to your old self as you hanged with him, there was this ping in his heart the more he saw that smile he fell in love with alongside with your laughs..he wanted to ask for you back. He was gonna ask for you back. You were the missing puzzle piece for the family..you missed your family..you missed him.

Hearing your laugh echo through his ears made him firm a smile on his face, his heart was increasing by the second as he looked at you. Seeing you laugh again was like medicine for his heart..you being here with him was enough to bandage his heart back into pieces, mid way in your laugh you slowly started to die down when feeling his hand grab yours, you looked at your held hands before looking at him with a confused look, he sighed. “(Y/N), i don’t know how to put this in the right words but..” He trailed off taking a deep breath in, “Will you be mine again? Ours in fact?” You looked at him speechless with widen eyes..many emotions were running through you right now as you stared at him sadly. “I..I..don’t know Tengen.” You trailed looking down but soon your head got picked back up staring into his eyes as he gave you a reassuring smile, “What happened years ago won’t happen again..you can trust me. Back then i was..i was young and idiotic but trust when i say this, i’ll treat you like the wife you deserve to be. I love you so fucking much.” He whispered, you stared into his eyes to read him..he was being honest, they were filled with hope and regret you but your bottom lip looking down.

Even after 12 years you still loved him. It hurts to say but it’s true, even after what happened you still loved him. He was your first everything, first husband, first time even your first kiss. You wanted him back again..you wanted to be his wife again, fuck you missed him dammit. You softly sighed before looking up into his eyes, “Promise me..promise me you won’t let what happened repeat again.” Your voice spoke small as you held that gaze, Tengen felt his heart ping instantly nodding his head, “I promise, i promise what happened years ago won’t repeat.” You looked at him one last time before nodding your head but couldn’t help but pull him closer to you locking lips with each other. Tengens eyes widened in surprise by instantly closed them kissing back placing a hand on your cheek. Oh his you missed his lips onto yours. You softly smiled as he chuckled before muttering,

“Welcome home angel.”

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Attraction

TW’s: angst throughout half of the fic, self-doubting

Pairings: one sided! Obanai Iguro x reader, Obanai Iguro x Mitsuri Kanroji, Giyu Tomioka x reader

Word count: 1.11k (first 1k+ piece!)

A/N: Sorry if characters are ooc, this is my first time writing for them. All images are from the KnY manga.

Part 2

Tags: @imyourbrokenfridge

You knew that it was stupid. To have a crush on the Serpent Hashira of all things. He had the personality of a brick, in the kind words of Muichiro, and was only nice to Mitsuri much to your dismay. But that didn't seem to stop you from trying to get close to him.

You tried to give him bentos, tried to see if he wanted to spar with you, tried to see if he'd like to accompany you to go get some ramen...hell, you even tried to see if he wanted to sit next to you in the pillar meetings. Your tries were all in vain however, as the answer was always the same.

"Mitsuri already gave me one."

"Mitsuri and I are going to spar actually."

"Mitsuri and I already went to get ramen this morning."

"Mitsuri and I are sitting next to each other, as always. Of course you'd forget that."

No matter how many times you heard his answers, they always seemed to hurt. You never gave up though, you always ignored the sympathetic look Shinobu gave you when you went to ask her if you could give Obanai his medicine for his wounds. You ignored the look that Sanemi gave you whenever you chased after Iguro after a meeting. And poor Kyojuro having to grab your wrist and reminding you that Iguro was out with Mitsuri whenever you were searching for him.

It was pathetic to put it bluntly. Chasing after Iguro like he was the only man alive. Uzui himself had even told you it was a lost cause, but you didn't care. Because to you he was one of the prettiest people you've ever seen, his heterochromia eyes and his crow-colored hair that you knew had to be soft was just two of the features that you liked about him. If only they carried over to his personality, though.

You sighed as you shifted on the bench, trying to stop thinking about Iguro. God...why did you have to fall for the guy that already had his eyes set on someone else. And it didn't help that it was Mitsuri either. She was the perfect in your eyes, strong, sweet, beautiful, and social. Obanai must've thought so, too, or else he wouldn't act like a puppy around her.

You knew it wasn't worth it to confess, and if you did it for closure you're positive Obanai would only make you feel worse. He might not look like it at first glance, but his tongue is sharper than his katana and it cuts like it, too. If you were Mitsuri you'd confess faster than your heart could beat. But you weren't and that was the entire problem.

You thought of how everyone was telling you to stop throughout looks and actions the entire time, but you were too lovesick to see it. Kyojuro, Uzui, and Shinobu were persistent on telling you to stop. Muichiro, Samemi, and Gyomei could only sigh as they watched and listen to your conversations...even though you couldn't even call them that. They were just basic greetings and questions, nothing special.

Your brows furrowed in thought when one name didn't come to mind. Giyu didn't ever try to stop you, did he? No..he didn't. In fact, you don't think you've even seen him in the past couple of days. Did he really go away because of how you acted? You wouldn't put it past him, he once left the hashira meeting early because he had to sit next to Sanemi during it.

"Hi."

You snapped out of your thoughts and lifted your head. Speak of the devil, it was Giyu.

"Do you mind if I sit?"

"Oh um, no", you watched as he sat down, holding a bento in his hand. Was he here to comfort you or something?

"You weren't at lunch", Giyu spoke, turning to look at you, "So I brought this for you." He held out the bento for you to take, a pair of chopsticks on top on it, turning his head away shyly.

"Oh, thank you Tomioka-sama", you took the bento and chopsticks from his hands. Opening it you saw that it had your favorite dish in it. How did he know that? You don't remember telling him.

Giyu sat in silence as he watched you eat, scanning your face to see if you liked it. The way you sighed and relaxed seemed that you did. He smiled softly, although it was gone as fast as it had appeared.

"Obanai's an idiot", he spoke, still looking at you.

"What?" you turned to look at him, placing the bento down onto your lap.

"He's an idiot, and has the personality of a brick", Giyu answered, a look of what seemed to be disgust on his face.

Oh, so that's where Muichiro got it from.

"Honestly don't know what Mitsuri sees in him, he's rude to everyone but her", Giyu continued, glancing back at you, "I can't believe he didn't pay any mind to you."

"What do you mean?" You were still confused, you didn't think yourself to be interesting in anyone's eyes.

Giyu sighed before looking at you, a slight pink dusting his cheeks, "You're beautiful and kind...I don't know how anyone couldn't be interested in you."

Your mouth parted into an "o" shape as you stared at Giyu. He wasn't kidding, he thought you were worth someone's time. And did he distance himself from you because he thought that you were interested in Obanai? It would be most likely.

"Tomioka-sama...do you like me?" Although your question was simple, it got Giyu red as he looked away. He nodded his head softly, still avoiding your gaze.

You both stayed silent. You couldn't believe that the stone-faced Water Hashira could get so flustered over someone. You broke the silence.

"How long?"

Giyu turned to look at you slightly, "Four months."

Your eyes widened. Four months? You hadn't even been crushing on Obanai for that long.

"Tomio-Giyu. I think I might like you too."

As bad as it sounded your attention was brought to Giyu first. Then as you adjusted to being the Frost Hashira Obanai came to catch your gaze. Maybe it was something about black-headed people that caught your attention.

"Would you...like to go get some ramen?...To see if you'd like to do it more often?" Giyu asked, his blush fading into a pink.

"I would love to Giyu", you replied with earnest.

Giyu gave a small smile as he got up and reached out his hand, inviting you to take it. And you took it as you both walked, both of your walks a little more energetic.

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Referring to them as your “friend” rather than significant other

Part 1 w/ Giyu, Rengoku, Sanemi [selected]

A/N: I saw a couple of people do this with different anime characters and it’s one of my favorite scenarios!! Well this and one other thing I plan on including in an upcoming fic…

Giyu

“Oh! I forgot to introduce you! This is my good friend, Giyu.”

Instant confusion

His stoic expression changes to one of shock as his head whips around to look at you

You just blink, trying to suppress your laugh as he reaches to shake the hand of the other man. Not even acknowledging him

“What’s wrong?” You are trying to seem unbothered

“Good friend?” He repeats, eyes starting to narrow as your words sink in

“Well, are you not okay with that?” Giyu doesn’t even realize he’s still holding the other man’s hand, not until his grip tightens enough for the other to choke out a “hey!”

“Why the hell would I be okay with that?” It was starting to get awkward for the other party but you still couldn’t break

“Do you not wanna be friends?” You tilted your head, this time you couldn’t help the smile pulling at your cheeks.

“No! I don’t.” The other party had excused themselves but it fell on deaf ears

“Giyu! That’s so mean.” You drawled, voice cracking as your facade broke. Laughter poured out of you, much to Giyu’s confusion

“I was joking!” You calmed yourself, reaching up to poke his cheek. His hand quickly caught your wrist, face forming into a scowl.

“Don’t ever refer to my as just “your friend” ever again.”

You promised, actually a bit startled that he had gotten that upset by such a small phrase

Rengoku

“This is my best friend, Kyojuro!”

He smiles straight through his shock, hand reaching out to shake your master’s hand.

His brain, however, was going a mile a minute. “Friend? Why did they introduce me as their friend…”

Kyojuro had been so persistent on meeting the person that trained you to become a demon slayer, perhaps you had been hesitant for a reason

Did he not know the two of you were dating? Even then he was a bit hurt that you felt the need to keep him a secret.

You, on the other hand, felt a bit guilt when you noticed his smile falter as your master turned away

It wasn’t until later than night that Kyojuro brought it up to you, once you were finally alone that is.

“Did I… do something to upset you?” He was kneeling before you as you sat on the bed. “What?” You had nearly forgotten your teasing.

“Why did you only refer to me as your best friend? While I’m honored to have that title… why wouldn’t you say we were more?” Your heart ached, you felt as if you had taken it way too far

Kyojuro was looking like a kicked puppy, completely lost as to why you’d hurt him like that

“Oh… no no… I’m so sorry… I was just joking. I wanted to see how you’d react. I took it way too far, I’m so sorry Kyo.” The words tumbled from your lips as your heart felt heavier.

“It was a joke? I didn’t find it very funny.” A little bit of disappointment seeped into his voice but he didn’t let go of your hands

“I’m sorry… I know that doesn’t fix it but… let me make it up to you.” Your hands pulled from his, cupping his cheeks.

“Alright… I’ll forgive you. As long as you don’t do that again.”

Sanemi

“Well, you’re my best guy friend, Sanemi.”

The look on his face was priceless

“Eh? What the fuck?” He was completely and utterly flabbergasted by what you had just said to him

“Is something wrong?” It was nearly impossible to try and keep your face calm

“You just called me your guy friend.” Sanemi was fuming while also being in utter shock.

“Yeah, that’s what you are. We are a couple of besties.” You could barely contain your laugh as Sanemi’s mouth dropped open

“Naw, stop fucking with me right now. That’s pissing me the fuck off.” Sanemi couldn’t actually believe you had the audacity to pull a stunt like that. Even if there was no one around.

“I dunno what you’re talking about.” You we’re forcing yourself to keep playing along, seeing your boyfriend get more and more worked up was hysterical to you

“You know what? You’re my best girl friend.” He folded his arms, as if his reverse psychology would work on you

“I’m glad we agree! I dunno what I’d do if I didn’t have a friend like you.” Clearly it had backfired on him

“Y/n.” It was deadly calm now, clearly you had triggered him more than you anticipated. You merely tilted your head at him.

“I don’t think screaming my name is very… friend level behavior.” Now he got you, a smirk creeping up his face as embarrassment flooded your own

“Oh fuck off!” You slapped his arm, laughing now that you could drop the act he saw through anyways

“I don’t want to hear a damn thing, friend.”

#kny #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer imagines #demon slayer fanfic #demon slayer headcanons #hashira #demon slayer angst #hashira headcanons #tomioka giyu #kyojuro rengoku #shinazugawa sanemi #sanemi x you #sanemi x y/n #sanemi x reader #giyu x you #giyu x reader #giyu x y/n #rengoku x reader #rengoku x you #rengoku x y/n #xxsabitoxx’s work!

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┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺╚══ Water Pillar ╝

Premise: Lacking resolution was his weakest attribute, after losing his established lifestyle and many friends in battle, finding something worth living for can be challenging. But there's always a rainbow after a rainy day and he found that rainbow when his low was at its peak. A lost soul finds another.

Word count: 4563

Warning: spoilers, the story takes place after the manga’s original timeline.

Note: This is in a way linked to my previous Sanemi story, as this is what happened in the same timeline but on Giyuu’s side. In case you’re interested you can read Sanemi’s here.

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The battle was finally over. It was difficult to process or to even accept that demons were a thing of the past now.

Many people lost their life to this cause, good, hardworking people.

This was the life of many, Giyuu included.

Now that there was no threat, they all needed to shift gears and find a new purpose in life, start fresh, live as normal people, finally.

That was easier said than done for a pillar.

To many, killing this creatures was just a hobby, to some a full-time job, but for the pillars it was their life.

They lived just to kill demons, to rid the world of evil, to defeat Muzan. How were they supposed to go back to a tranquil life they never had?

The easiest way out for Giyuu was to go back to his master’s hut. It was isolated enough for his liking, and he wouldn’t mind him staying for a day or two. Tanjiro would also be close by, seemed like a logic course of action.

Urokodaki was not thrilled. Unlike Giyuu, he was accepting retirement quite well. He was satisfied with the fact that not only Tanjiro became the great warrior he ended up being, but also Giyuu successfully took his place as the water pillar. He had a good life, was useful for the corps for as long as it was necessary, now it was time to find inner peace in preparations for the afterlife. Never expected having to babysit once more.

Giyuu was a wreck.

Not emotionally, but a wreck.

Adapting to a missing limb wasn’t as easy as he thought it would be. He found solace in Tengen who helped him a great deal to adjust to his daily routine, he lost it first, he was proud of how quickly he got used to it and defeated the odds. He never thought much of him, but recently he became more like a role model than anything else.

Getting dressed was complicated, eating almost impossible. He thought many times of how much he wished Muzan would have ended his life along the rest of his comrades, it would have been easier on him, and he would have had an honorable death. Without a job, a house, an arm, and now a purpose to move forward, it was becoming quite taxing to wake up every day.

Bored out of his mind, he recalled his first time in the same hut he’s been sleeping in lately, his very first time experiencing his masters rough training, the very first time he was able to take in the water breathing techniques. He did it once, he can certainly learn how to do it once more. If he had to learn how to eat and do everything else with his other hand, this would only add one more thing he had to practice enough to get by. Even if there weren’t any more demons around, even if it was not necessary anymore, it was to him, he didn’t want to feel useless and unprotected. Demons might be gone, but the dark is full of dangers living deep inside human nature.

His master allowed him to stay with him for a while longer, he was worried about his depressive state and if he was being honest, it was nice to have someone home, even when Giyuu didn’t talk as much. He’s very attached to his successors and wants nothing but the best for the remaining two.

Giyuu went deep into the mountain, where he used to train with his friends a long time ago. The place was filled with good memories and it made him feel like he wasn’t alone. It’s been raining hard for the last couple of days, but he wanted nothing to do with it, he needed to practice, he needed to become one with the water once more, what a better way of doing it than training under the rain.

After a long day of failures, a defeated Giyuu sits on a rock shielded by some trees. He liked being deep in the forest on stormy days, it was so peaceful, all he could hear was how the raindrops hit different surfaces at the same time creating an alluring melody that couldn’t be replicated, it helped him meditate, find the peace he’s been looking for a while. That’s when he felt he was being watched, a feeling he couldn’t shake no matter how silly it sounded like. Who else could be there in such a heavy storm. It was consistent, making him get up from his resting spot and walk towards the source, he thought it might be an injured animal, never thought it would be a bleeding villager resting against a tree trunk.

“Are you ok? Do you need help?” she was clearly not ok, blood could be seen seeping through her kimono, her face was also littered with smaller cuts. Seeing him seemed to ease her mind, making her collapse against Giyuu’s chest. He was still not the best at handling weight with his left arm, but he had to do something, he had to take her to his master, it was the least he could do, he just couldn’t leave a woman there to bleed to death alone in the forest.

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The rain was not stopping, the storm was as dense as it could be and that proved to be an issue since they didn’t have medicine in stock back in the hut. Giyuu still had some of Shinobu’s salve and thanks to that the woman seemed to be doing better, though a heavy fever was not leaving her.

“Giyuu, I need your help feeding the girl, my back is not as strong as it used to be.” he didn’t want to be involved in this any longer, but he couldn’t go out to train either, helping his master out a bit was nothing more than good manners.

“Ok.” getting her to sit was a task, but once she was up, he managed to make her rest against him, making it easier to get the soup down her throat. She was barely conscious, little whimpers were living her lips as he fed her, and he was losing his cool. “What is it? Does it taste bad? Is it too hot?” he didn’t get a reply from her making him try the soup himself, immediately burning his tongue with the intense heat.

Her eyes were now halfway open, awfully comfortable against the warm surface of Giyuu’s chest. She saw the cute face he made while getting burned and also saw him blowing onto the spoon before attempting to feed her once more. It was a heartwarming scene and she fell back to her unconscious self right after the soup was over.

Urokodaki’s back was becoming a serious problem. Even getting out of bed was painful and he started to worry for the future. Being alone at an old age had its bad side. Giyuu was a big help, even with his own problems.

He stares at his protégé with a loving gaze as he battled to clean the sweat out of the woman laying down across the room. There was nothing remaining from the Giyuu that ran out of situations like a plague. He was now fully committed to nurse her back to health under the excuse of helping his master. It was encouraging seeing him change, his aloof personality was a concern, he thought his beloved successor would end up alone after his passing, but he wasn’t so sure anymore and those were good news.

“Why is she not waking up fully?” his hand remained covering the cloth over her forehead, hoping the fever would go down fast.

“I’m not sure, son. Her wounds are healing properly, she might not want to wake up.” this felt like a kick to the gut to Giyuu, he knows exactly how that feels, not wanting to wake up ever again, not wanting to affront life and an uncertain future. She had probably lost her family in some sort of accident since there was no one else around where she was found, but there were no more demons, why are these things still happening? Rage was bubbling up in his chest when he felt a hand gripping his wrist.

Her eyes were finally open, and they were looking at him with worry. He was probably making some sort of scary looking face by the look of hers, “How are you feeling? I’m Tomioka Giyuu, I brought you to my master’s house after I found you wounded in the forest.” she was desperately trying to speak, but her voice wasn’t coming out, causing her to tremble in fear.

“It’s ok, don’t overexert yourself. You suffered from heavy trauma; your voice should get back with time. Keep resting, you can stay here until you get better.” her panicked self was trying her best to get up while Giyuu was pushing her back down onto the futon, fighting her panicked swings. “She’s so strong. Are you sure she’s still sick?” hearing Giyuu’s voice once again seemed to calm her down, obediently laying down.

“Let her rest.” Upon his master’s instructions he was about to get up and give her space, but she reached out to hold his wrist once more, placing it over her head with a content sigh and a little smile.

He was not one to spoil others, but if his hand could bring any sort of relief, he would keep it there for just a while longer. People usually want him out of their space, want him to stay quiet and not say another word. But she actually liked hearing him talk and wanted him there, it was a rare occasion, and he would indulge just because of that.

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Once the fever went away, she became part of the dysfunctional Urokodaki household.

Giyuu would go and train in the mountain after helping his master with his daily tasks. She took care of cooking and also the cleaning of the house, leaving the old man to rest and enjoy his days as he pleased.

They now know your name is (Y/N), but you still haven’t been able to talk no matter how hard you tried.

You also couldn’t properly remember what happened with your family, everything was hazy, all you could remember was blood all over the place, running in the forest and then Giyuu’s face. Like a badly edited film.

You’d wake up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat, your throat raw as voice was trying to come out with little progress, tears going down your face.

For a while now, you’ve been sleeping in between the two of them, three futons laying next to each other by the fire.

Giyuu always woke up to your thrashing and half asleep he’d look for one of your hands patting around until he felt it within his grasp, the nightmares would die on that very moment, serenity painting your face as his warmth reached your insides slowly. He would let go in the morning before anyone could notice and get up to start with his day.

Until one night.

The nightmare came back. You could see an unknown man with an axe, he was chasing your little brothers around, you could see how he would chop them up like a steak, it was gruesome, heart wrenching. You jumped in between the man and your crumbling mother; he had already assaulted her and was in pretty bad shape. And that’s how you got the gash on your stomach. Your mother made you run for your life, the rest of the children were gone, and she was inhaling her last breath, she wanted to at least be able to save one of her beloved children.

Scrambling to your feet, you ran desperately into the forest. Branches hitting you on the face as you ran with all your remaining strength, some of them cutting the flesh they graced. Your feet were naked and you could feel the little stones on the ground digging deep into the sensitive skin, it was painful, debilitating. Your stomach was severely injured, the blood loss was making your head fuzzy and when you were about to lose control of your own body, the last thing you saw were Giyuu’s beautiful eyes.

Waking up with your heart hammering against your ribs was a normal occurrence. But this time was different. You saw everything, you remembered now.

Tears were flowing down your cheeks imitating the waterfalls nearby. A choked sob left your lips, the shock of hearing your own voice made you reach for Giyuu.

But his futon was empty.

The moon was still high up in the sky, darkness filling every corner.

Where was he? It was so late, you can’t go out this late, Urokodaki-san doesn’t let you. Where could he be?

Not thinking clearly, you stomped outside the house looking for him, but there was no sight of him, his zori were not with the others either.

Many thoughts clouded your mind.

Did he leave without even saying good bye? Would you ever see him again?

You heard him talking with his master the other day, he wasn’t even supposed to stay this long.

Panic filled your chest, your head about to burst but thankfully your feet did the job for you, running at full speed through the trees and into the heart of the forest. If he was still here, there was just one place he could be in.

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Giyuu couldn’t sleep, so he decided he would put his time to good use and train for a couple of hours more, that would for sure tire him up enough to help him sleep.

He was about to head back to the hut when the trees cleared up reveling your disheveled form running in his direction.

Before he could even open his mouth, you threw yourself on him, wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his waist, “Giyuu, Giyuu, Giyuu, Giyuu, Giyuu!” shock could be seen in his face for miles. He didn’t know what to do. Should he hold you? Should he put you down? Why were you even there? It’s dangerous to go out alone at night, he thought you understood that.

But wait- “Your voice is back?” this was the very first time he heard your voice, it felt foreign but oddly welcoming.

“GIYUU” all you could say was his name in between muffled sobs. He didn’t leave, he was just training. He didn’t leave you behind like everyone else did.

“That’s my name, yes. C’mon, lets get you back home.” shaking your head and clinging tighter onto him you didn’t let him put you down. “I thought…you left…” you could barely talk, panting heavily against his ear.

Was that why you were crying? Because you thought he left? That was no reason to cry, that wasn’t even his house to begin with, he had to leave eventually, and so do you.

“Giyuu, I saw my family’s death in my dreams. It was horrible, he, the man that did this, was like one of those demons you talk about with master, he, he cut my family down like trees.” He’s no stranger to this sort of scenes, he’s seen them firsthand, lived them through. He knows how painful and scary that can be and the scars that they can make inside someone’s heart.

His hand came to rest on your back, gently patting it, it was his way to let you know everything would be alright, he wasn’t one of many words, comforting people wasn’t his forte. “I won’t let him go near you again, don’t worry.” as usual, his voice had a calming effect on you, sobs slowly turned to whimpers, and then to little sniffs. You knew you were safe; he was there after all. He made you feel safe.

“Will you leave?”

“We can’t live in his house forever (Y/N). We both need to leave at some point.”

“Can I go with you?”

He still didn’t know why you were able to talk now, was it psychological like his master thought? Was it because you now remember the incident? Trauma has so many different ways of manifesting itself, it was concerning.

“If you must.”

He carried you back to the house, your legs were still shaky from the commotion and the long run, the last thing he wanted was your wound opening back up or another of those hell fevers. It was just the best he could come up with, the more convenient way to take you home in one piece.

But for you it meant more than that, he was worrying about you, he was willing to take you with him when he left, he was the only good memory in an entire nightmare, the beacon of light that took you to safety, the warmest hand you’ve ever held. He was slowly becoming the reason you woke up every morning.

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Life was easier now a days, it’s been a couple of years since your first encounter.

Giyuu was used to handle his left hand now.

Your voice was back in its entirety, your wounds fully healed.

But Urokodaki’s health kept declining.

You were now part of his family, and he didn’t want to see you go, he’s lived his life in solitude since he retired, without the warmth a family can bring. He felt more at home now that he shared the space with you two and wanted this to be his reality to his last day.

“I have to go (Y/N). My friend is having a baby. He wants me to go meet him.”

“Then I go too.” you were pouting, clinging onto his leg. It still terrified you the thought of him leaving to never come back. It hunts your nightmares more often than the massacre you witnessed these days.

“We can’t leave the master alone, what if his condition worsens?”

“It’ll be just for a couple of days, Giyuu. Take her with you. I don’t want to see her wail until your return, might have to lock her away in a cave.”

It’s not like he didn’t want to go with you, he was honestly worried for his health, his hair was now mostly gone, his old age was showing rapidly, and you both feared the worse, it wasn’t a good time to leave him on his own.

“I will cut it short. We’ll be back by sunrise.” with a short nod, he pulled you by your wrist, running full speed down the mountain. Thankfully you had built a good amount of stamina training along side him for the last couple of years and you could actually keep up with him.

His friend’s house was…unconventional to say the least.

He had four wives, the last addition to the group was the one bearing the child.

Tengen had sent his old crow with the news, they bonded over their shattered future and were now close enough to share something of this importance.

Giyuu was the first one to hold the baby, even before Tengen did. This caused an uproar, the father mopping all over his tired wife, begging her to bring another one to this world fast so he could be the one to hold them first as his right had been stolen by a treacherous friend.

Seeing such a large man mopping like a child was a sight to behold. The baby in Giyuu’s arm though…created a whole new ecosystem in your head. He looked so soft, the way the baby’s little hand caressed Giyuu’s cheek while stretching, the small smile playing on his lips when he saw the baby yawn for the first time. It looked like a different dimension; you’ve never seen that face on him before.

“Can you please give me back my son, Tomioka? If you want one that bad, why don’t you make one with her?” pointing over to you, he took his child from Giyuu’s arm, immediately falling in love with the little clone he created with his darling wife.

“I….we- we are not- is not like that, Uzui.” the smirk on Tengen’s face was as annoying as his entire self, if it wasn’t for the baby in his arm he would have been forced to wipe it out from existence, “Yeah right. I saw the way she looked at you, seems like she wants one too. You do know how to put it in, right? Or do you need me to give you some lessons?” Giyuu’s hand was on his sword, ready to decapitate the new father, this only made Tengen cackle as he took his newborn back to his mother.

“Stay for dinner, the girls are cooking a feast to welcome the baby.”

“We can’t, master is ill.” Tengen knew how important this was, he was like a father to Giyuu, loosing him will be another big blow, he worried for his friend.

“Alright, (Y/N)-chan please come to visit us when you have time. Make sure to drag your man along when you do so!” waving your way out of the polygamist household your cheeks were burning bright red while Giyuu just let out the loudest sigh you’ve ever heard.

This Tengen guy meant troubles.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Urokodaki’s passing came unannounced. He left this world peacefully, resting on his futon after a hot cup of tea. He died a happy man, surrounded by a loving daughter-like figure and his successor, he was grateful for the life he had and left this world with a smile.

You were the one to notice it first, he was retelling one of the big adventures of his youth when he fell quiet, the teacup emptied just in time.

Giyuu found you sobbing on top of him, holding his still hand in between both of yours, shattering his heart once more.

You two were now alone in this world.

Just a night before this happened though, he called Giyuu aside, he told him to take good care of you, reminded him this house belonged to two of you and wanted to make sure Giyuu understood he would never find another woman like you, nobody could ever like him half of what you do, appreciate him as he was and accept his past the way you did, embrace his future like it was your own. He made him promise this like if he knew he had no time left.

Saying goodbye to the people you love is hard, specially when they’ve been your support for such a long time. But Giyuu was grateful and so were you.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Time skip~

It’s been six years since Urokodaki’s passing. The hut has never been this full of life before and somehow Giyuu wishes his master was there to witness it.

“Mama where are we going?” a small boy was being dressed by you while Giyuu waited patiently outside.

“We need to go to the market, love.” Winter was approaching fast and now that the child was eating larger portions, you needed to stock up with food before the snow didn’t allow you to go down the mountain.

Downtown was far from the hut, without the child it would have taken an hour, but he was too young still to run at full speed carrying him, so it took double that time to get to and from the market.

It was a beautiful fall morning, the crisp air filling up your lungs with delight, that’s when Giyuu spotted a familiar face in the crowd, one he hasn’t seen in over a decade.

Who would have thought that Shinazugawa Sanemi, the most feared demon hunter, the powerful wind pillar would end up selling vegetables in a market.

He looked way more relaxed than he did back in the day, his face used to remain in a permanent scowl, always yelling at others, the complete opposite of what he was witnessing right now, it was like seeing a different person. Made him reflect on his own life, he’s changed quite a bit too, he’s more open now, talks more. Having a three-year-old around asking questions all day forcing him to indulge him with the cutest puppy eyes the world has to offer, made him a different man, who wouldn’t change under said conditions.

Seeing an old friend felt like a breath of fresh air.

He is still in contact with Tengen and his family, Tanjiro also stops by every now and then with his children. But seeing someone that’s related to the old distant past was like going back to his youth.

They were both older now, both had a wife and children. People change, the world keeps moving forward regardless of how many lives were lost that day.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Agreeing to a night out in the Shinazugawa household was unexpected but welcomed.

Sanemi’s wife was lovely, she was as pregnant as one can be, yet she prepared the most delicious meal he’s ever tasted. Sanemi and the tiny gang went to catch some salmon and she cooked it freshly caught, accompanied with a bountiful amount of hand grown vegetables, even the tea leaves were grown in the property. Shinazugawa’s wife was a delight, he really hit the jackpot, made him wonder how he was even able to get someone like her.

“Yuki-kun, would you like to play with Remi? She’s about your age, a bit younger. Genma, take him to your sister so you can play together.” the little rascal reminded him so much of Genya, he was sure Tanjiro would cry if he ever gets to see him.

“Go with him, have fun.” the child was as shy and soft spoken as his father, but agreed nonetheless encouraged by his mother.

“So just one? I thought the old man had a big house. Or is it your salty ass the problem?” Sanemi was smirking while bringing a cup of sake to his lips, clearly enjoying the conversation.

“If someone as salty as you managed to have five….” your hand flew over instantly to slap your husband’s knee, why was he acting this way, he’s usually so well mannered, it was embarrassing.

“Oh well, my wife is irresistible what can I say.”

Yuki came wailing back into the room, crashing on his mother’s lap, “What’s wrong baby?”

“She…she bit my hand…”

Little Remi was giggling behind her brother who was visibly distraught by the situation. Sanemi burst out laughing going over to his little girl to bring her to the table, “That’s my girl.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The night ended up being one to remember, without knowing Giyuu had built many friendships over the years.

Sleep was avoiding him, his mind wondering while his wife’s little breaths hitting the side of his neck soothed his restless self. There was a point where he thought he was lost, that he had no future, that living one more day was a waste of time.

When he looks back at his life, he realizes life has been good to him.

He thinks of lost comrades, Kochou, Himejima-san, Iguro and Kanroji, Rengoku, Oyakata-sama…then thinks of himself, Shinazugawa, Uzui, even Tanjiro and Nezuko and how happy they are now. How they owe their happiness to those who gave their lives to protect their future.

He thinks of his master who groomed him to be who he is today.

Of his wife and child who would be by his side for the rest there is to live.

And he feels grateful, he feels complete and even if he went to hell and back, he would do it all over again if that brought him to this very moment.

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[chiharuhashibira]

Next chappy's up!

And yes, I won't make you cry 😫 I'll try thoooo~

Let's start this now! First part will be written in Sanemi's POV. Then after the --, I will go back to Y/N.

I present you the Part of of 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 ☺️!

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒀𝒐𝒖

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙸𝚅

𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐗 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐀𝐔)

<𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫>

Content Warnings: Curse words, Slightly Suggestive, Angst/Drama

(Image is not mine)

"Nii-chan, are you alright?"

"Huh? I'm good. What's up with you, though?"

Sanemi hasn't been focusing well lately, even in his classes. He's less harsh than he usually is, and even his closest friend, Obanai, notices this. But of course, knowing the chemistry teacher, he won't really pry that much.

Genya shifted in his seat, looking at his big brother with worried eyes. Usually, Sanemi would say things like...

"Why do you fucking care?!"

or

"Mind your own damn business, you goddamn brat!"

It's not like Genya likes being yelled at by his own brother, but Sanemi's been acting weird.

"I'm good Nii-chan. I hope you are too. Just remember that you're the sweetest brother in the world. And the greatest teacher too."

Sanemi blushed at what his little brother told him. He scoffed and rolled his eyes, gripping harder on the steering wheel. But honestly, inside, his heart was suddenly filled with warmth.

--

You were a wreck. The day after that incident with Sanemi, you couldn't find the guts to face him at school. You can't even talk to Kanae well after the jealousy that you just felt from her presence. The science teacher doesn't deserve it, as she was really nice towards you, but you just can't help it.

You're a history teacher, but damn, you don't know how to write your story well enough that it'll be good history in the future.

Sanemi had avoided you as well, and that made you feel worse. Whenever you're in the faculty room, he will walk out, even if he's in the middle of a conversation. Of course, you know that what he tells his other colleagues is just full of excuses.

You silently watched him, noticing how he became less aggressive with his students. But of course, sometimes you'll see him talking to Kanae, and you'll end up sulking once again on a corner with Tomioka, who has no idea why you're there with him at all.

(this is the usual view you'll see)

But as if the fates were testing your patience, today you found yourself alone with him inside the faculty room.

The teachers decided to go out tonight, but of course, because you were sulking badly, you declined. Even if Tomioka wanted to decline too, Shinobu forced him to do so. So now you're alone at your desk, finishing checking the test papers on the table.

You heard the door slide but didn't look up, as perhaps it was just one of your students.

"If you're looking for other teachers, they're not around. Just come back tomorrow."

"Need a hand?"

You looked up, and standing behind you was Sanemi. With his sleeves rolled up and his arms crossed, you can't help but feel hot on the face. But yes, you longed to hear his voice. You fucking missed the scent of his minty perfume.

You missed Sanemi so much, and him talking to you right now fucking hurts so much.

But of course, you're at school, and this is work. You need to separate your personal life from your career, which you also messed up on doing the last few days.

You gave Sanemi a soft smile, trying your best not to pull him down and just hug him. "Oh, sure, Shinazugawa-san. My students are giving me a hard time!" Your voice sounded as professional as you had imagined, and it had made Sanemi scoff.

He pulled Giyu's chair over and sat next to you, snatching some of the test papers from your table. "Where's the answer sheet?" He asked, and you handed it to him.

Sanemi's fingers brushed against yours, and that immediately almost made you pass out. You were paralysed by the sensation that the little motion sent through your body. You watched as the man checked the papers silently, wishing he'd bring up something from that time, but nothing came.

"For a delinquent kid, Hashibira-kun did well." He muttered under his breath, praising your student which made you smile. "Yep, he's good at history. And Kamado-kun's a great tutor." You replied, smiling as you easily checked Tanjiro's papers. The kid had aced the test once again.

"Eh, I hope he does well in math, though. That kid gets fucked up with numbers!"

"Oi, mind your language." You said, chuckling, which also definitely made Sanemi smile.

You remembered the night when he confessed to you, as he said almost the same words when you cursed at him.

"Why are you still here, though? I thought the teachers would eat dinner together or something. Where's your best friend? Tomioka?" Sanemi asked as he continuously checked your students' papers. You gulped and paused for a bit.

"Oh, Kocho-sama took Tomioka-san. And as for me, I'm busy. I can't go." You lied through your teeth, wishing Sanemi would never notice. "How about you? I thought you went with them?" Kanae's there... You wanted to add but stopped yourself from doing so.

"Oh well, I'm not in the mood for those gatherings. Okay, I'm done here. Do you have more tests to check?"

"Oh, none. I think I can go home. Finally!"

You said, stretching out on your chair. You didn't notice, but a button on your blouse popped out, hitting Sanemi on the cheek. You gasped, immediately caressing his cheek to check if you had accidentally wounded him again. But thank goodness, there are none.

Sanemi undoubtedly blushed slightly as you caressed his face and let your fingers run up his scars. When you realised it, you pulled your hand away, apologising for what you just did.

You were expecting that Sanemi would pull your hand or anything, but that didn't happen. Disappointment filled you, but this is the reality. You turned him down, and that's the end of it.

A warm fabric suddenly blanketed you, making you look up. There, you saw that Sanemi took off his outer vest and placed it over your shoulders. "I don't wear any jackets, but perhaps this vest could cover you up." He said it sweetly, and that definitely tugged at your heartstrings.

"Thank you, Shinazugawa-san."

"You're welcome."

Silence. A deafening silence came right after you wore his vest, covering up your bra that was exposed earlier. His minty scent embraced you like a lover longing for his significant other, and there, you wished it was him instead of just his vest.

The math teacher didn't try to start up a conversation; instead, he played with Tomioka's pen that was left at his table.

You suddenly wondered why he was mad at your friend in the first place. So you asked.

"Why do you hate Tomioka-san so much?"

Your question caught Sanemi off guard, and he was undoubtedly staring at you with wide eyes as a result.

"Uh, sorry to pry—"

"I don't hate the man. But I consider him my rival. He's smart; I'll give him that. But I fucking hate his I am different from you vibes and shit. And the Kochos seemed to still like him despite that. You know that Kanae's my ex. I even became jealous of him before."

Kanae again... You looked away and sighed. "I see."

"But now it's different. It's more like he doesn't vibe with me as much as Obanai does. And he looks like a fucktard."

"Hey! Tomioka's handsome!"

You said it in defence of your best friend, which made Sanemi laugh. He shook his head and continued. "But yeah, that's it. I don't really care if he lives with the Kochos or anything. I have more priorities than thinking about them."

His words moved you. So, does this also mean that he isn't thinking about Kanae anymore? You wanted to ask once again, but you have no right to do so.

"And you're one of those priorities, Y/N."

Your world stopped as Sanemi's voice echoed in your senses. You shot him a shocked look, but he was already looking at you with sadness in his eyes. This sight was too different from his normal attitude, and it makes you feel bad. You want to comfort him.

"I can't forget about you, Y/N. I fucking tried."

"Sanemi stop."

You tried stopping him, but the man held your hand once again and gripped it tightly this time, assuring you that you wouldn't leave him again.

"Please let me start over, Y/N. Please let me prove myself to you. Please give me this last chance. And I swear that if this doesn't work this time, I'll stop for good. I'll fucking leave you alone even if that shit hurts."

This time, tears finally rolled down your cheeks as, for the second time, you saw the usual strong and cold Sanemi beg for you to give him another chance.

You hate how he looks right now. You hate seeing him sad. And with that, you let your impulse take over your body as you gave him a warm embrace and whispered in his ear.

"One last chance, Sanemi. Let's try this again."

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𝑰 𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆

But why the heck am I sobbing XD

Okay... fuck, I love angst :'( And still I hope this made you happy ^^

I hope Sanemi's not too OOC but this is how I imagined him to be if he ever falls in love again and get hurt. Like he would have this part revealed. And yes, the first part's my fave as I was sobbing over Genya because of some spoilers that I have seen today.

You are my babies and I want you happy so I swear, next chappy will be happier. Sanemi and Y/N is making up here so, perhaps on the next chappy they'll be okay? Or is it? MWHAHAHAHA

But anyways, thank you for reading this fic. I love you and always remember that!

@sofilsworld just tagging you here as you were also in the last chappy ^^ Thank you!!

~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸

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[imu-chan]

As the morning wound away into afternoon, Kyojuro considered, not for the first time, his good fortune that none of his family had ever been slain by demons in front of his eyes.

He was no stranger to death, nor violence, but both phenomena tended to haunt people, to float just out of thought, and kept their hooks in the brains of those they had victimized. While death hovered on his shoulder, violence had no grasp on him. He was grateful for that. He must have been in a very contemplative mood today.

With the exception of Mitsuri, he felt he was in a unique position among his fellow slayers. He had grown up strong, not because he had to or was forced to, but because he was strong. He didn’t have to do what he did, but that was why he did it. He wanted those who had no choice to have one offered. He wanted to be the kind of person his mother had been for him.

Sometimes, however, that was easier said than done. He may be an accomplished demon slayer, but his social and domestic skills were in need of a tune-up (or so he had been told).

He’d spent the morning recounting his last mission (his first since his battle with Akaza). Kyojuro had griped about it a little, how he wanted a challenge, and Senjuro had poked him menacingly with a kitchen utensil. Ever since he’d started helping and hanging out at Kocho’s, he had gotten much more talkative and confident. Kyojuro didn’t mind this, but he also didn’t necessarily need a 13-year-old sassing him on his own health.

Nevertheless, he acquiesced, and he and Senjuro had spent most of the afternoon out in town, Senjuro gathering ingredients for some kind of meal he wanted to make, himself picking up some Dutch historical texts he knew deep down he wouldn’t be able to read until he saw either Mitsuri or Giyuu again.

The two of them had become somewhat of a dangerous duo, the only Hashira with fluency in two languages, allowing them to gossip and joke without anyone knowing what they said. Kyojuro had to admit he was eager for the two of them to get along, with Mitsuri much like a sister to him and Giyuu with Kyojuro wrapped around his little finger.

Only Iguro seemed to be opposed (what else was new), as he hated sharing Mitsuri with anyone, especially Giyuu, who he hadn’t quite warmed up to yet. To that effect, the Serpent Hashira bristled every time he heard even a lick of Dutch from his sweetheart; even if it was nothing more than a simple greeting or exclamation.

Quite the opposite was true for Kyojuro, who unabashedly melted whenever Giyuu mumbled something foreign under his breath. Then again, Kyojuro would listen to Giyuu dictate legal statutes if he so desired. His voice, breathy and quiet as it was, had become one of Kyojuro’s favorite sounds.

He was jolted from his pleasant thoughts when Senjuro elbowed him. “Aniki, it’s almost five.”

Kyojuro glanced at the bundle of ingredients in his brother’s arms. “So it is! I suppose the rice needs to be started?”

Senjuro nodded, and not very subtly passed the bundle of rice, nori and noodles to his aniki. “Maybe.”

Kyojuro caught on and grinned. “And I suppose you have more shopping to do?”

“Maybe.”

“Is this you telling me to go home and make my world-famous rice?”

“I don’t think you’re the reason rice is world-famous,” Senjuro joked, but nodded again. “Please? I didn’t realize how many things I needed to get.”

Kyojuro puffed out his chest. “Say no more! Don’t be too late, now! And don’t talk to strangers!”

“I probably will.” Senjuro replied flatly.

“Stranger danger is a very serious social issue, Senjuro—“

“Good-bye, Kyojuro.”

By the time he had all his supplies, it was nearly six, and thus the youngest Rengoku hurried along the frozen path towards his home. His basket was heavy with goods, but it didn’t distract from the gentleness of the darkening night around him.

The market was only a few city blocks length from the Flame Estate, so it wasn’t an arduous walk in the slightest. Senjuro rounded the bend in the path at the edge of the woods, noting how much quicker the wind whipped out in the open air.

He caught only a brief glimpse of a breathtaking sunset sky before someone slammed into him from the opposite direction, knocking the basket out of his hands. Thankfully, it landed upright in the loose snow and suffered no losses.

Senjuro hadn’t fallen, but he had stumbled back a bit, and, trying to regain balance, his hands gripped dusty fabric. He blinked, took a look at the person whose haori he had caught hold of, who now bent forward, catching their breath in front of him.

“Tanjiro!” He beamed, moving his hand to the other boy’s shoulder. When maroon eyes lifted, however, Senjuro’s smile fell, and he felt a twinge of nerves in his gut. “Tanjiro?”

A dry cough. A small smile.

“Senjuro, hey,” Tanjiro’s voice wobbled. He looked fresh from combat, dirty and bruised, his uniform knees torn through. “Good to see a friendly face.”

“Hey yourself. Ara ara,” Senjuro inhaled quietly, his hand coming away from Tanjiro’s shoulder with a faint shadow of blood across it. “Geez, let’s get home, you’re a mess.”

Tanjiro nodded, and accepted Senjuro’s offer to carry Nezuko’s box. He scooped up Senjuro’s basket of goods, and the two set out on the final stretch of road.

“We didn’t receive your crow, I thought you were still on mission.” Senjuro hummed. “Did you run all the way here?”

Tanjiro shook his head, sending snowflakes off in clumps. “I passed out at one point. I think I ran into a tree or something.”

“Ara ara. I know you say you have a hard head, but you’re gonna give yourself another concussion.” Senjuro gently scolded, rubbing his dull fingernails back and forth over the leather strap of Nezuko’s box. Tanjiro cracked a smile at that.

“You’ve been spending too much time at the Butterfly Mansion, you’re starting to sound like Kocho-San!”

“I’ll be sure to tell her you think so.” Senjuro countered, enjoying the glint of surprise in Tanjiro’s eyes.

“You wouldn’t. Would you? Oh man, you totally would. I’ll be dead before dawn.”

Nezuko stirred in her box, perhaps turning in circles, as if defying the thought.

“I think you have half a shot with Nezuko-chan’s help.”

“I think you underestimate Kocho-san’s willingness to poison people.”

Senjuro laughed knowingly at that. “You’re going to see her soon anyway, from the looks of you. You know Aniki is a terrible nurse.”

“I guess she’ll be miffed no matter what happens,” Tanjiro frowned. “Um…especially with me.”

Senjuro glanced at him. “Don’t tell me you’re worse off than Giyuu-San? I figured he must already be there or something.”

It took a moment before Senjuro realized his own footsteps were the only ones he could hear crunching in the snow, so he turned. Tanjiro had his head low again, exhausted out of nowhere. Senjuro halted.

“Tan?”

Tanjiro’s fists clenched, unclenched. They began shivering, pink with cold.

“…you lost your gloves, huh?”

Tanjiro shook his head, began walking again, his face still turned to the ground. “I still have them.”

“Well then why — hey.” Senjuro grabbed his friend’s cold hand and made them stop again. “Did something happen to Giyuu-San?”

His hand was squeezed tight, grip more fierce than the cold. “He’s — alive.” Tanjiro shuddered, as if just now experiencing the winter weather around them for the first time. “But — I’ll tell you at home, I…don’t think I can repeat myself.”

Senjuro’s stomach flipped a little at the way Tanjiro was speaking, so quiet and worn. He wrapped his arm around his friend and hurried them as fast as was manageable back to the house, where his aniki was clumsily attempting to pour an insane amount of brown rice into a serving dish.

Kyojuro turned around as he heard the doors close, and upon seeing the boys, he quickly dried his hands on his black apron. His eyes, bright as usual, then became concerned, narrowing as Senjuro carefully set Nezuko’s box on the ground before darting out of the room to retrieve their stash of medical supplies.

Tanjiro looked like he’d been hit by a wagon, and he stood still, his breath still cold enough to puff into steam as he exhaled. He wouldn’t lift his gaze up from the floor mats.

Kyojuro took the two Kamados in as he approached them, already getting the heavy sensation that tonight wasn’t going to be the happiest of returns. Nezuko, adorable as ever, was snoring rather softly, half-asleep and dazed on the floor, her injuries all but gone thanks to her healing factor.

While he cared for her deeply, Kyojuro had witnessed her demonic battle prowess many times now, and knew by her sleepy state that she was no worse for wear. Her brother, however, was very human, required more care, and by the way he swayed on his feet, it seemed that something very unfortunate had happened to him on his mission.

Tanjiro was still shivering from his travels outside in the winter, and was stubbornly standing, not even reacting to the warm crackling of the fire nor the sound of Kyojuro’s approaching footsteps. He did finally speak, when Kyojuro was close enough to him for his shadow to catch the firelight.

“Kyo-San?”

Kyojuro folded down, balancing on the balls of his feet, and reached out to take one of his tsuguko’s frigid, scabbing hands.

“Welcome back!” Kyojuro began with his usual gusto. “Both of you!”

Nezuko rolled onto her back, and her little demon hand patted Kyojuro’s ankle in acknowledgement. Kyojuro sent her a smile, then focused on her brother.

“Tanjiro-Chan, I’m very glad you’re home,” he carried on steadily, keeping his voice low but warm. “What a state you’re in! Let’s get you fixed up, how about that?”

“Can…I need to send a letter first. To Ubuyashiki-sama.” Tanjiro croaked, sounding on the verge of collapse. His harsh breathing sounded borderline phlegmatic, which Kyojuro tucked away for later thought.

Kyojuro placed his other hand on the boy’s shoulder, steadying him. “Alright,” he answered, not pushing for more information. “We can certainly do that! Use your breathing first, though, you’re still bleeding. Looks like you have a broken rib that’ll need some mending as well.”

Tanjiro nodded, but his nose started to crinkle, so tears weren’t far off. He took in a deep breath, but his exhale slipped into a thin wheeze. “Hurts.”

“Forget Total Concentration, then. Just do what you can.”

Senjuro returned then, with a basin of water and the medical bag over his shoulder. He pulled at Tanjiro’s other shoulder to get him to sit, but Tanjiro didn’t budge. Senjuro began gently dabbing at the blood on Tanjiro’s damaged shoulder, and sent a cautioning look his brother’s way.

“Aniki, something happened to Giyuu-San.”

Well, that certainly sent Kyojuro’s gut into twists. “To…”

Thankfully, Tanjiro distracted him with his first small tears. “Giyuu-u-uu….” He warbled, blinking rapidly. “G-Giyuu got hurt. We got ambushed by an Upper Rank— Upper 2, in the forest…there were a lot of them…”

Kyojuro forced himself to keep calm. “Where is he right now?”

The dam broke. Tanjiro’s next exhale shattered the resistance left, sent him falling forward, into Kyojuro’s arms, his burning muscles giving out and his tears flowing fast. “Upper Two took him—he came out of nowhere—he wants something from — from — I couldn’t do anyth-thing I couldn’t get him out, hah, my sword…”

Tanjiro dissolved into half-sobs, letting Kyojuro and Senjuro smother him in a hug. “I’m so-sohorry…” he gasped, his throat closing, his lungs wheezing with the effort of crying. The hug softly broke.

“It’s not your fault. You mustn’t apologize. Tanjiro,” Kyojuro forced Tanjiro’s teary gaze to meet his own lone eye, sending goosebumps of realization down the boy’s skin. He made his meaning plain. “You are very, very lucky that you weren’t killed. That is not something to apologize for. It is the most important thing you can do.”

“But Giyuu—“

“Giyuu-San,” Kyojuro cut him off, even though his voice quieted a bit, “Protected you. That is the duty of a Hashira. If he weren’t with you…If either of you were alone…you’d be dead. But because you were together, you helped each other, just with your presence.”

Tanjiro sniffled, though he seemed to be calming a little. “I don’t get it.”

Kyojuro sensed a significant depth to this particular sentiment, and did his best to quell his own worries. He squeezed his tsuguko’s hand. “I’ll tell you later. You need some rest.”

“The letter—“

“I’ll take care of it. You’re not writing anything in this state, youngster. We’re going to pay Kocho-San a visit if your wounds start getting infected, so let’s not let that happen.”

Senjuro nudged him again. “Aniki, can you start a bath?”

“On it!” Kyojuro gently patted both of his little brothers on their heads before setting off to do just that. Senjuro pressed the wet washcloth to Tanjiro’s eyebrow, carefully wiping away the dried blood from a slash there.

“He’s right, you know.” Senjuro soothed.

“I know he is,” Tanjiro croaked, his heart feeling raw and small. “I wish he wasn’t.”

And, across the house, heart pounding violently, Kyojuro held his arm under running water, barely feeling it, and considered, not for the first time, his good fortune that none of his family had ever been slain by demons in front of his eyes.

He was grateful for that.

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Pt. 2 of Pretty Boy Down

I hope you guys like!

#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #rengiyuu #kyojuro rengoku #giyu tomioka #kamado nezuko #kamado tanjiro #kamado siblings #rengoku brothers #found family #angst #pretty boy down #my writing #demon slayer #rengoku senjuro

[giggly-squiggily]

Hi squiggly!!! I’m excited you’ve started taking requests again ❤️ Can I request for Demon Slayer: a Lee!Gyomei and a Ler!ChaosTrio (Tengen, Rengoku and Mitsuri) ?

Hope you have a wonderful day!~❤️

I've been combining alot of fics lately- apologies for that- but these three prompts all said Lee!Gyomei and Y'ALL..I had an epiphany. I hope y'all like it! :D

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Gyomei was known for two big things: incredible strength and tears.

It was no secret the gentle giant was a big bag of emotions beneath those steel muscles. A good chunk of the time you’ll always see him with tears streaming down his face, his head bowed in prayer as he whispered to beings beyond this world.

Still, today seemed…off. It wasn’t just that he was sad, but Gyomei looked…numb. His face was dry, but etched with sorrow so deep and painful it was hard to look upon it without feeling like crying yourself. He was only around long enough to greet the master before he was off to the waterfalls, leaving his fellow Hashira watching with wide, worried eyes.

“What’s going on, Master? Did something happen?” Sanemi was the first to speak- he was quick like that.

“It’s…complicated.” Kagaya offered, something pained in his smile as he turned his head towards the direction Gyomei left. “Gyomei is my oldest friend, and because of that- I will not share his sorrow. Do be kind to him these days; he is going through a great deal.”

No one knew what “A great deal” implied, nor did they really need to be told to be kind. For the most part, they let him be today; knowing he preferred his solitude.

In time, however- that was going to change.

~~~

“Kaw! Master Kagaya wishes to see you! Kaw!” Gyomei’s crow cawed from above, guiding Gyomei to the mansion. It had been a few days since…his disappearance. While he felt better, he was far from happy. Shame curled in his belly at leaving so abruptly- how could he just walk out on the master like that?

It was the pain in the other’s he felt that moved his feet. He could sense their ache for him and it became…overwhelming.

He should apologize to all of them. Would that help?

Just as he thought this, something brushed against the back of his neck. Pausing, Gyomei reached back, figuring it was a leaf or possibly a bug.

Nothing. Odd. He went to leave-

There it was again! Something soft and ticklish. Definitely a bug. He reached back, but the ticklish insect had already creeped up to his ears, prodding along the backs and making him shudder. “Wha-heheahhahha what is thahhaht?” He tried to grab it gently but it was far too fast, switching from ear to ear with rapid pace.

Something slithered against his skin, adding to the tickles. Ah, so that’s what that was.

“Iihihihihigurohoohoho! Whahahaht are you dohohohohoing?”

“Figured it was me?” The tickles stopped, the slithering retreating until he was completely free of the invasion. Obanai’s hand reached out and patted his shoulder before the sound of leaves followed. Gyomei was alone once more.

“How..odd.” He decided before going on his way.

~~~

“Gyomei-san! Good morning!” Shinobu’s sweet voice greeted him next on his walk to the master’s. He smelled salt water- Giyu was with her? “Come, come- have a cup of tea before you go!”

“Oh, but I shouldn’t keep the master waiting-” Gyomei began, but a warm cup was pressed into his hand, smaller ones pulling him along until he found himself sitting on a bench. “Well…for a moment.”

“Yes yes- having tea with friends is lovely. Isn’t that right, Tomioka-san?”

Giyu seemed surprised by this- Gyomei could feel him startle beside him. “Yes, it is.”

It would be rude not to drink. Gyomei raised the cup to his lips, taking a small sip. Then he drank some more, finishing the cup in one gulp. “That was lovely. Thank you so much, Kocho, Tomioka.” He reached out to give the cup back when fingers suddenly poked at his sides, making him stiffen. The cup tumbled from his hands, likely to break. “Ah! AHehahaha- whhahait, the cuuuhuhuhp!”

“I got it- you big klutz.” Sanemi was here? Gyomei didn’t even notice. “It must have been a good cup if you drank it so fast, huh?”

“Sanemi is quite good at making tea.” Giyu added softly.

“You two must have it often then.”

“We do not!”

“Hmmmm~”

Gyomei would have added his own opinion to the matter had he not been attacked by multiple fingers at once. “Plehahahhase, I muuhuhust seheehehe the mahhahahhaster!”

“Sure sure- let’s just make sure you’re ready for him. Hehehe.” Sanemi’s snickers were drowned out by Gyomei’s growing chuckles.

~~~

“How peculiar…what is going on today?” Gyomei mused when he finally escaped, sides tingling from the attack. The tea was quite lovely- and he was fed snacks after; all made by Sanemi. Tickles for a snack break?

First Obanai, then Shinobu and the boys? What was…

Oh.

Oh dear.

“GO!” Tengen roared from his left. Three pairs of feet were running full speed at him from three different directions. Had this been a demon, Gyomei would have been fine- knocking them aside with ease.

But as this was his fellow Hashira…

“Oof!” He yelped when Mitsuri hit his back, legs coming around his torso like a vice. Rengoku was on his right, grabbing onto a leg with a booming “Gotcha!” while Tengen finished the grip from his left. “You’ve got me. Now- what are you three up to?”

“No time to talk- team chaos: Attack!” Tengen commanded, and within seconds Gyomei was being ambushed by tickles once more. Mitsuri was scribbling her nails into his neck and ears while Tengen went for his upper ribs and armpits. Rengoku was at the base, squeezing his knee with all his might- so much so Gyomei dropped to the other one.

“Ohoohoohohooho gohohoohhodnehehehehhehess! Uuhuhuhuzui, Kahahhhanrohoohohji, Rehehehhengoku, plehahahhhahse!” Gyomei wheezed, giggling up a storm as he resisted the urge to move. This was the worst attack yet! They seemed to have learned all his tickle spots! How did…

It all came together now.

~~~

“Ah, there you are Gyomei. I’m pleased you’ve come.” Kagaya smiled in his direction as Gyomei took a knee, bowing. “Please, there’s no need for formalities. We are old friends, afterall.”

“Mas-...Kagaya. I apologize for my behavior the past few days. It was disrespectful of me to just leave so abruptly. I can understand now why you did what you’ve done.”

“Did what…huh?” Kagaya tilted his head, blinking. “What did I do?”

“Hm? You didn’t order the others to…?” Gyomei paused, equally confused. They sat in silence for a good few minutes.

Then…

“Pfft- Ohohoohohoho! Oh yes- now I remember!” Kagaya laughed, the sound unclenching Gyomei’s chest. “I didn’t give any orders, no, but young Uzui had came to me with questions regarding your…sensitivity.”

“Kagaya! You ratted me out!” The idea was so absurd he forgot to be formal. The  master giggled like a child, caught in the act with little shame.

“I merely mentioned a few spots to try. Come, Gyomei- I think you and I both can agree this was necessary.” Patting the spot beside him, he invited his oldest friend to join him. Gyomei wasted no time, taking a seat a step below so they were shoulder level. “Forgive me- you seemed so sad lately. It was the only thing I could think of to help.”

“A trick- and here I thought becoming the master would rid you of those.” Gyomei couldn’t bring himself to be angry- he was rather impressed really. Pleased too, knowing it wasn’t a punishment but rather an attempt to be kind. “I had quite the day with everyone- I wasn’t spared by a single soul.”

“Good. That shows you how much we care about you.” To emphasize his point, he scribbled a few fingers into the crook of Gyomei’s neck, making him scrunch away. “If you ever need time, Gyomei, please don’t be afraid to ask. You’re my dear friend first and one of my Hashira second. I never wish for you to suffer in silence.”

“....Thank you, master.” Tears rolled down his cheeks once more, but something warm was in his expression this time. He reached out, taking Kagaya’s hand within his own like he was handling a bird. “I appreciate it very much.”

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[zenphiaaa]

Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince (Giyu Tomioka)

Y/N felt like her lungs were on fire with every step she took. She looked up to her lover who despite showing no emotion at the moment, was slightly panting. Guilt filled Y/N's mind as she thought of how tired Giyu must be. And it was all her fault.

Giyu finally came to a stop and let out a harsh breath of relief. "We should be fine now." He said, turning his head to look at his lover. The Hashria watched quietly as Y/N carefully leaned on him to catch her breath. "Are you okay?" He questioned, placing a warm kiss on Y/N's forehead.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. If I didn't accept them none of this would've happened. Just kill me Giyu! If I have to die by the corps then I at least want you to do it." Y/N begged with panic laced in her voice.

Y/N could feel Giyu still under her touch. "Listen, I'm not worth it. I think I might've made your life harder. I'm so sorry Giyuu!" She sobbed uncontrollably. Despite the words that were coming out of her mouth, she desperately still clung to the other.

Giyu didn't move as he struggled to find his voice after such a declaration. "...is that something you want?" He quietly asked once he manged to move his mouth.

"I...I just don't want to hurt you. I feel like such a mistake! I ruined you!" Y/N cried out, hiding her face in Giyu's chest.

With a deep sigh, Giyu let go of Y/N's hand and warpped his arms around her midsection. "I love you." He simply responded.

"But, how..? Why do you still love me?" Y/N cried out, her eyes a deep red color with black ink like viens covering her arms and legs. "I did something unforgivable."

"Whether your a demon or a human I think I'll always love both verions of you." Giyu replied, gently playing with Y/N's hair. "There isn't a universe where I don't fall in love you, I believe that. So just because you changed, it doesn't matter to me. I can't lose another person that I love. Please don't make me leave you." Giyu softly said.

Y/N closed her eyes and squeezed her lover tight. As if keeping him glued to her side would make everything okay again. She doesn't even know if she fully regrets her decision. After all, it was either her or Giyu. And Y/N wasn't about to let Giyu become a demon for her sake. She had to protect him, she did protect him. In a new body.

As the couple calmed down enough to began the journey far away where they couldn't be found out, Y/N is sure that she would do everything again in a heartbeat. If it meant that Giyu was safe for another day, she wouldn't regret anything.

#demon slayer giyuu #demon slayer fluff #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer #kimetsu giyuu #giyuu x you #tomioka giyu x reader #giyuu tomioka #giyuu x reader #giyu tomioka #gyuu tomioka x reader #tomioka x you #tomioka giyū #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #giyuu fluff #giyuu angst #giyuu headcanons #giyuu x y/n #kny x y/n #giyu x y/n

[awoogayanderes]

THANK YOU FOR THE HAPPIEST YEARS OF MY LIFE…

➪ pairing : giyu tomioka x reader

➪ warnings : MAJOR ANGST, reader death, blood

➪ other notes : mb guys just had to break your heart

“no no no, stay with me please,” giyu pleaded as he pressed on your wound, blood soaking his fingers. you were breathing heavily, looking up at your beloved in despair. “giyu please don’t forget me,” you say putting your hand on his cheek and his eyes widen. “don’t say that, the kakushi are almost here, you’re going to be okay,” he silently curses the kakushi for not coming to his lover’s aid.

“giyu my time is almost up, so please, let’s not panic,” you wearily smile, dizzy from all your blood loss. giyu grips you harder as he sees the look on your face. “thank you for the happiest years of my life, you have been nothing but special to me,” you tell him, preparing for your departure. “i don’t want you to go,” the once stoic man says with tears bubbling in his eyes. “i hope we’re both born into a world without having to fight demons,” you sniffle, knowing that in just a couple minutes you’d be dead.

“please i need you, you’re the only one i have left,” he sobs out, wishing that any god out there would save you. “my love, please don’t blame yourself after, please don’t beat yourself down,” even when dying, you were reassuring him. “i’ll be waiting for you in another world,” you cried. “i love you, i love you, please stay with me,” giyu whispered. “i love you too giyu, always and forever,” you kiss him sweetly before closing your eyes for the last time. he holds your lifeless body, screaming in anguish as you stopped breathing.

#written by terra #sincerely terra #engraved with bitterness #giyu tomioka x reader #giyu x reader #giyu angst #demon slayer #demon slayer x gender neutral reader #demon slayer angst #sob sob sob #im sorry for this

[mitsvriii]

A cliche fic where reader is crushing on Iguro and he ends up with Mitsuri, only for reader to grow closer with Giyuu afterwards. I might write it.

#obanai iguro #kny mitsuri #mitsuri kanjori #obamitsu #giyuu x reader #giyu tomioka #one sided attraction #angst to fluff #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader

[xxsabitoxx]

Promise Me

Giyu x Reader

Warning: this story contains angst

A/N: I said I was writing a Giyu angst…so here it is. I put the idea aside to finish my Kishibe fic and well… I wrote this in under an hour, I’m very tired and it isn’t proof read lol so if it’s shit… don’t tell me <3

Word Count: 2k

Sat on top of a grassy hill, light just barely filtering through to the ground, warm air cradling you in its embrace. You felt normal, for once in your life, you could finally rest without worry. “Strange… isn't it?” It was a quiet comment, as if your voice would shatter the illusion…even though it wasn’t an illusion to begin with. “Very much.” His voice was just as warm as the air surrounding you, so different than the one you were used to.

There was no reason for him to hide his emotions behind a sheet of thick ice, ice not even the toughest of picks had been able to break through. Mostly because they were never meant to, that ice was the kind only the sun itself could melt away. That was exactly what it did, removing every inch of the barrier he had built up over the first twenty one years of his life. “It almost feels like I’m dreaming.”

You watched the field below you, long grass swaying in the breeze. It looked inviting, like you could run through it for miles and never get tired. “Yeah… almost as if it’s too good to be true.” Giyu smiled softly, head tilting back to admire the brilliant hues of the setting sun. Painting the sky in an array of pinks and golds. Night was slowly creeping up on the two of you, yet it held no dread.

You no longer feared the setting sun, you welcomed the moon’s gentle embrace. There was nothing lurking within the shadows any longer, you’d forever be free from their grasp. “Me too, if this is a dream I hope it never ends.” You laughed softly, head tilting to admire the man beside you. Battered and bruised with so much left behind, so much that would never come back, you both emerged from the other side victorious.

“This just may be the longest dream I’ve ever experienced.” Your heart skipped, ever so slightly, as a smile crept up his face again. You weren’t used to it, you weren’t used to the warmth it radiated nor the brilliance it held when he smiled without restraint. The way his nose would scrunch softly, the way the corner of his eyes would crinkle. It only took an hour before you found yourself addicted to the look of it. “I rather like it here.” His gaze moved to meet yours.

For a moment, it felt as if time had stopped, as if the world stopped spinning on its axis for just that brief second. You couldn’t quite get over the man beside you, the man you now called your own. “Me too.” A gentle whisper, just as gentle as the breeze that carried it away from you. Everything about your life within the last two months was nothing short of new. A new beginning of sorts.

With that new beginning came new experiences. You’d never known a love like the one you shared now. It was delicate and young, you both had quite a lot to bear, to figure out. But this? It came naturally, no longer any barriers to keep you apart. There was no longer a reason to deny what was clearly there. Every day was a new opportunity, a new day to discover more about the other. Now, you couldn’t imagine your life without him.

You broke your gaze from his, a smile still present on your lips as you scooted closer to him, head coming to rest on his shoulder. “We should travel more, find every beautiful place we can.” Your fingers tangled in his, squeezing gently. “I’d like that. There is a whole world out there waiting for us. Now that we have the time to actually explore it.” His cheek pressed to the top of your head, eyes locked on the way your fingers intertwined with his.

“We could go anywhere we want. Take a boat across the ocean and discover what lies beyond it. Then, when we’re satisfied, once we’ve seen everything we could ever imagine, we return here.” You smiled, cheek squished to his shoulder. “We’d always have a home, so long as we’re together.” He teased softly, yet there was a weight to his words. “Tell me, Giyu…” you started softly, not wanting to pull away from him.

Yet you ached to see his face when you asked this question. “Yes? What is it?” His grip on your fingers tightened slightly, as if one gust of wind would pull you from him. “Are we going to spend the rest of our lives together? Just me and you?” You expected some sort of hesitation, some sort of silence that told you he was thinking about his answer. Instead, he replied without a second of hesitation. “If you’ll let me, I don’t ever intend on leaving your side.”

You pulled away, head lifting from his shoulder to look at him. “I’d never ask you to leave.” It was raw, maybe more serious than you intended for it to come out. Perhaps you only realized that because of the look in his eyes, blue eyes that held such surprise, such love. For a moment you found it hard to keep that gaze, as if the weight of his adoration would suffocate you if you tried to bear it all at once. “Good. Because you’d have a hell of a time keeping me away.”

A smile broke onto your face, one as brilliant as the setting sun behind you. One that made him pause for a moment, engraving each and every centimeter of your face into his memory. He never wanted to stop seeing the smile, he wanted to continue to be the reason you smiled in such a way. It was more intimate than any act of physical love in his book. A smile that was meant for him and him alone.

“I love you.” Slipped past his lips before he could pull it back, three words having a mind of their own as they tumbled helplessly out for you to hear. But maybe it was the words you uttered back that held more gravity, six words that pulled his heart in a million directions before snapping back into a whole. The kind of response he could only dream of getting, the response he didn’t quite feel he was deserving of. But that was something to be worked on.

“I know… I love you, too.”

You’d been aching to say it, quickly losing track of the amount of times where you nearly did. These were things that couldn’t be rushed. Now, you had all the time in the world to feel things out, cherish each moment and do things when the time felt right and not because the chance could get pulled out from under you. Now, though, saying ‘I love you’ now has never felt more right.

You shared a kiss, not your first, but one to remember. You’d engraved every bit of it to your memory. The way his lips felt against your own, soft and warm. The way he tasted, sweet like the honey from the pastry you had shared. The warmth between your bodies, the comfort of the other's presence. The sun fading to your backs, the sky lighting up with one last display of its brilliance before entering its slumber. Every moment of it was something to remember, hold on to and cherish.

Four years have passed since that day. Now, you sat on that very hill again. This time, you were alone. There was no longer a warmth cradling you in its embrace. The grass had long since died, the sky no longer held the brilliance it once did. It was cold, colder than sitting in the snow in the middle of winter with no layers.

Loneliness had never felt so crushing. As if the weight of it would drag you straight through the dirt below you and swallow you whole. Part of you wished it would. “You said I’d have one hell of a time keeping you away.” You laughed without any humor behind it, drawing your knees to your chest, the bark of the tree digging into your back. “You’re such a liar.”

You looked down, the stone was etched beautifully in perfect writing. His name front and center along with his dates. For some reason, it sent bubbling anger straight to your gut. Not anger at him, no you could never hold anything against him. It was physically impossible for you to ever feel badly towards him. No, this anger was directed at everything out of your control.

Just before his twenty-fifth birthday, he’d fallen ill. The kind of ill that you knew deep down you couldn’t come back from, the kind of sickness that pulled life out of you day by day…hour by hour. The kind of sickness that you could do nothing to treat, only try your hardest to make it comfortable. You had spent each and every day by his side, every waking moment holding his hand.

Remembering your travels, laughing about the adventures the two of you had shared. You’d meant every word that you said that day, you’d wanted to see the world. And Giyu did everything in his power to give that to you. You’d traveled to every beautiful place imaginable, even sailed across the ocean to discover the very lands you’d only ever dreamed of. He’d given you the entire world.

“I love you.” Just as gently as you had that day. Just as gently as you had whispered while he took his final breath. Just as gently as you spoke it every day you sat beside him on this hill. Your hand ached for the weight of his, fingers crying for the warmth of his tangled in your own. Crying to forget the coldness they had felt once he was gone, the warmth you’d never get back.

Thinking back on that day, you wish you had stared at him just a little longer, memorized the shade of blue that filled his irises. You wished you’d memorized the tone of his voice, the way his hair felt against your fingers, the soft blush of his skin. Even if you were granted all the time the world had to offer you, it would never be enough. There was no amount of time that would allow you to memorize him.

It was almost laughable, that three months without him felt longer than the four years you’d spent with him. Eventually you’d come to face the reality of your anger, that it wasn’t anger at all. The feelings you harbored were love, love in its purest form. In the end, that’s what grief really was. Love that you’d never be able to put forth, the kind that would forever hang on your shoulders and weigh you down. Always reminding you that it had nowhere to go.

“You’ll wait for me, won’t you? I promise I won’t be much longer.” Your eyes closed, inhaling the cool air through your nose. “It’s only a matter of time, it’ll catch up to me. My twenty-fifth is only a few months away. You’ll wait for me, right?” Your chest felt empty with each breath you took, nothing but an ache reminded you that you were still alive. It was infuriating to you, yet you couldn’t decipher why. Your mind is far too jumbled but unbearably silent at the same time.

“We can travel the world again. I’m not sure what lies beyond this, but I’m sure it’s far prettier than anything we ever saw. Maybe we can get married this time, when we’ll really have all the time in the world. We can enjoy each other with no time limit, for real this time. Giyu, promise me you’ll wait.” You knew no one was listening but that would never stop you from talking. When your death caught up to you, you’d die alone. But that didn’t scare you.

Not in the slightest. Because you knew he’d be there waiting, just as patiently as you had pleaded with him each time you sat beside his grave. Just as you had asked him, just as he promised you before his eyes shut, never to open again. Death was a warm hug, just as warm as the breeze had been that day. Just as warm as his hand had been intertwined with your own.

#kny #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer imagines #demon slayer fanfic #demon slayer headcanons #hashira #xxsabitoxx’s work! #giyu #tomioka x reader #tomioka x y/n #giyuu tomioka imagine #demon slayer tomioka #tomioka giyuu #giyu angst #demon slayer angst #giyu x you #giyu x reader #giyuu tomioka x reader #kny angst #kny giyuu

[crimsonfic]

Giyu Tomioka Fanfiction - Transparent Heart

Gifted Y/N

10 Chapters

Subjects: Fluff, Angst, Smut, Mature language, Suggestive language, Blood, Gore, Death, Humor, Violence, Pain

Remember: Your character has a nickname 💙

Chapter Nine

5.2k words

Chapter includes: Smut, Fluff, Angst

"Promise you'll tell me if I'm hurting you." Giyu pleaded with you.

"Promise." You lied. You wouldn't tell him because you knew he would stop and you didn't want that. No matter how it felt you wouldn't want him to stop.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, signaling that you were ready.

He slightly bent, before his hands grabbed the backs of your thighs to lift you. He carried you to the bed, somehow managing to get both of you on it seamlessly. He was so impressive.

You were laying with your back against the soft comforter when Giyu began to pull away. Although you were curious, you kept quiet, not wanting to ruin anything like you did before.

He kissed your lips once, very gently, leaving you wanting more but again, not wanting to ruin anything, you didn't ask for more.

As he pulled away from you, he left soft feather light kisses on your body. You chest, your stomach, your hips, your thighs.

When he spread your legs apart you wanted to hide behind your hands, suddenly feeling shy. He pushed your leg with the bruise up slightly, keeping it away from him as he position himself between your legs.

This time you were about to speak, but his lips on your lower ones made your voice catch in your throat.

He kissed all around your soft mound until you were beginning to squirm in discomfort. It felt like he was teasing you. All of the discomfort you felt quickly morphed into surprise when you felt his tongue slide between your folds.

When he did it again, you gasped. Such a slow movement creating waves of pleasure that shot through your core. The next movement of his tongue brought with it even more pleasure as he applied more pressure. After he slid his tongue up, he slowly brought it back down. He continued slowly dragging it up and down, working you up to a crescendo.

Suddenly you felt his lips and tongue both applying pressure on your nub as he sucked it into his mouth, lightly flicking it with the tip of his tongue.

You responded with a high pitched moan, making Giyu's eyes flicker up to your face.

You had no idea the effect that one beautiful sound had on him. It took every ounce of strength he had not to grind against the bed shamelessly as your voice sent blood rushing down to his member.

He kept sucking your clit into his mouth until your legs began to tremble. Then he went back to the long slow licks through your folds, only lightly sucking when he returned to your clit.

The sounds of your moans egging him on as he repeated his pattern of licking and sucking.

When you began to cry his name, almost frantically, he went back to concentrating solely on your clit. Running his tongue over it in circles until you came undone on his tongue.

He didn't want to stop, but because it was new for you he gave you reprieve. He watched in awe as your chest rose and fell quickly as you caught your breath. Your melody of stunned whimpers turning him on to no end.

He waited for your breathing to become even before moving to hover over you.

"You okay?"

"Yes." You answered, your voice hoarse.

"Remember our promise?"

You nodded your head.

"Ok." He replied before moving back. He watched as your juices leaked from your core, wanting to touch you so badly but it would be harsh to overstimulate you.

He let himself sit atop your core for a second before gliding between your lips. Truthfully this wasn't necessary. You were so wet he had no doubt he wouldn't cause any additional friction or pain.

Lining his head up with your entrance, he glanced up at you to make sure you were okay. You gave him a reassuring smile. God he could roll his eyes at how beautiful you were, making his heart flutter at a time like this.

With one hand on your hip and the other on his dick, he lightly pushed into you. He was shocked at how little resistance he felt already. He saw how wet you were but it still managed to surprise him. When he glanced back up at you, you nodded, urging him to continue.

Slowly, he pushed more into you. As careful as he could with your wet walls welcoming him in so easily. Your face remained neutral until he bottomed out inside you. Freezing instantly, he checked in.

"Are you okay?"

"Mhm." You said, your eyes slightly narrowed in a wince.

"It's going to hurt more for a minute okay?"

"Okay." You replied.

He leaned forward so that he was hovering over you again. His hands on either side of you.

He pushed himself deeper, and in response you winced. He pulled back giving you a second of relief before pushing in again.

It burned and there was a pinching feeling. You did your best to stay still beneath him.

For Giyu it was difficult to not completely pull out as he watched your face try to get adjusted to the pain.

He took his time breaking your wall and completely stilled when he felt it come down. Your eyes were tightly shut so you didn't see the way his brows furrowed before he began leaving soft kisses along your jaw.

"I'm sorry dearest. Tell me when it starts to fade." He spoke softly to you.

In time with his kisses, he lightly stroked your face with his thumb. He told you you were so beautiful, and that you were doing so well. It was ultimately the sound of his voice that got you over the hurdle of pain. His voice wavered slightly, it was almost imperceptible but you loved his soft voice, always keening in to it, you definitely noticed. Being inside of you made him sound like that and it had an unexpected impact on you. It made you grow wetter, which made you open more for him, which made him let out a soft and very quiet moan.

You both felt the growth of slick inside of you.

Shit shit shit Giyu thought as he fought to keep himself still. How is she getting wetter?

On its own, his dick twitched.

Your moan that followed surprised him.

Did she like that?

"You're ready dearest?" He asked you softly.

"Mm-hmm." You moaned with a nod of your head.

Shit, I'm not going to be able to do this. Giyu thought to himself as he fought back the chill running down his back.

He had barely even pulled back when there was an audible gush from your warm core.

Giyu groaned at the sound. Everything you did, even accidental was turning him on.

As he pushed back into you, you gasped. Your chest arching up into his as your hands shot out to hold onto his waist.

Touching him was too much. He couldn't handle the feel of you surrounding him, drowning him, holding him and being pressed against him. It was all too much.

Giyu let his forehead rest against yours as he took a breath to steady himself.

He began to slowly move back and forth. He was still making sure to be careful with you, careful not to grind into you, careful not to press too deeply.

"Giyu." You whimpered, bringing your hands up to his head now. Fingers sliding into his hair.

"Yes?"

"I want...." You trailed off not knowing how to word it because it was purely you asking for more of what he was doing.

Giyu knew exactly what you were asking, because he was holding back. When you felt him go deeper, so deep that it pushed you up and he touched something else deep inside of you, you let out another moan.

"Mm. That. Please keep doing that." You whined quietly.

Shit, shit, shit. Giyu thought. He forgot you were a talker. Only learning a couple days ago that you were comfortable telling him what you wanted and what you liked.

'You feel so good Giyu. Please don't stop.’

Giyu opened his eyes to see that yours were still closed too. He lowered his eyes to your lips, realizing that you hadn't said that aloud.

He was going to cum in seconds if you kept talking or sharing your thoughts. You were overwhelming him.

He still managed to pick up his pace for you though. Determined to give you whatever you wanted.

Your eyes opened as you attempted to look down at where your bodies were connected as he fucked into you.

"Oh f-" you bit your lip to stop yourself from cussing, but it ended up coming out anyway the more he pounded into you. "F-fuck!" You squeaked.

Giyu let out a low moan as your walls clamped tightly around him.

'Oh god I love how he sounds.'

A rather hard and deep thrust made you squeak out loud again.

'So good, so good, fuck' you thought to yourself incoherently.

Giyu really tried to tune you out for the sake of lasting but your inner dialogue coupled with your moans had him seeing stars. He was in an indescribable state of euphoria with you.

Neither of you noticed that along with your thoughts, you were also sharing the feelings you experienced with him too. Giyu was unknowingly feeling double the pleasure, double the love, double the desire and everything else in between.

As your own climax grew closer Giyu was trying so hard to last. "I.....I.." he started to speak. He wanted to say he needed to slow down, or that he was about to cum, or maybe that he loved you, but he couldn't remember, his mind was in a haze.

His thrust grew erratic and pushed you over the edge.

"Giyu, Giyu, I'm-"you couldn't form the rest of your words as you moaned uncontrollably as you came.

Your warm cavern squeezed him so tight, just before he exploded inside of you. Your melodic and sensual sounds dragging his release out.

Almost as an after effect you gushed a large amount of juices on him. With a gasp, completely ignoring he was not yet done cumming, he pulled back so he could see what happened.

She did not just do that. He thought to himself. He looked from your drenched core to your face, then back to your core.

Giyu sat between your legs with a surprised look on his face. His dick slightly twitching as it rested between his, still oozing cum.

Before you could say anything he pushed his dick back into you. He pulled your hips up so that now you were practically on his lap as he pushed into you slow and deep.

"Do that again."

'Whatever you want.' thought to yourself as you felt that familiar need growing in the pit of your stomach.

You watched completely dumbstruck by how gorgeous he was, as he fucked you.

Your eyes lingered on his strong chiseled abdomen, wanting to reach out and touch him. The way his muscles bunched together when he hit that sweet spot inside you, burned into your brain. The way his blue eyes seemed darker as he stared intently at your core. His handsome face clear and open to you. The way he looked amazing even without his bangs in his face. His perfect eyebrows furrowed just slightly as he concentrated on what he was doing. He was literally the most beautiful man you had ever seen in your life.

When Giyu pressed his thumb against your clit you started to tremble. He rubbed in slow circles as he pumped in and out of you.

Giyu's eyes left your dripping cunt to look at your face as you moaned his name. He realized he cared more about making you feel good than seeing you squirt on his dick so he pulled you up to him. You were now sitting his lap, and the shift made you drop down on his dick to where you were completely filled.

"Fuck Giyu, you're s-so big."

Another boost to his ego. Everything you said encouraged him to work harder to please you.

His hand came down to grip your ass as he pulled you further down onto him.

He used his other hand for leverage under your thigh, now lifting you and slamming you back down on him by your ass and leg. You were completely at his mercy and all you could do was hold onto him weakly.

"Giyu, I-" you began but trailed off.

He smiled weakly at you not being able to finish your sentence once again.

He looked down between your bodies, catching just in time the sight of you squirting on his lap. His climax tore out of him unexpectedly as your overwhelming feelings reached him.

Your head rested on his shoulder. Hugging him weakly as you both came down from your releases.

"I'm sorry." He said after he caught his breath.

"Why?" You asked.

"You might be more sore tomorrow." He answered as he caressed your thigh with the hand that held it tightly just a few moments ago.

"Oh, that's okay." You replied with a small smile, keeping your face hidden from him.

He sighed lightly before lifting you off of him. The squelching sounds from both of your releases so embarrassingly loud in the quiet of the room.

He was quiet as he carried you to the bathroom. He placed you on your feet just outside of the shower before turning it on. After making sure it was warm he stepped inside carefully pulling you with him. He wrapped his arms around you as he let the water cascade over the both of you, hugging you to him.

You returned the hug by wrapping your arms around his hips and resting your head on his chest.

Giyu's heart was on the verge of explosion from how nervous you had made him. You still weren't aware that you were sharing your thoughts and feelings with him. All of the compliments and adoration you were thinking towards him were piercing right to his heart and it was a wonder he wasn't as red as a tomato right now.

You were so happy. You were also feeling deep gratitude towards him. You needed him to claim you, to symbolically mark you and he did. The state of bliss you were in was unlike anything you've ever experienced.

Giyu, having done this before, knew that after the first time, there could be a sort of strong attachment. Feeling yours to him was filling him with both pride and shame. There was something about knowing exactly how you felt that made him feel like he was somehow taking advantage of you. He felt like he was invading your privacy.

"Y/n di-" he eyes snapped down to you as he felt a pulse of anger and disappointment.

"Hm?" You asked when he stopped talking.

Giyu was shocked to feel that you were upset so suddenly. Did you not want him to talk to you?

"Dearest are you okay?" He asked quietly. Much quieter than his usual tone.

Happiness and gratitude replaced the negative feelings you were just sharing.

"Yes I'm fine. Are you okay?" You asked him in return.

"Yeah. I'm okay." Giyu's mind was reeling now.

"What we're you about to say before?" You asked turning your head to look at him.

'He's so handsome' you thought as you waited for him to answer you.

With his cheeks warming up he replied "Did you know you're sharing your thoughts with me?"

Your eyebrows lifted in surprise. "I am?"

"Yes, for a while now actually."

You were shocked, you had no idea you could do that unconsciously. You let him go immediately, though he was surprised by your actions he let you pull away from him without saying anything.

"Can you still hear them?"

Sheepishly Giyu scratched his ear. "Yes. I can.....feel what you feel too."

You gasped and then slapped your hands on either side of your head, as if you could stop them from coming out.

You were feeling so embarrassed. He probably thinks you're obnoxious now.

The thought shot fear to your heart. Suddenly you were drowning in both embarrassment and worry, regret soon following.

Giyu's hands on top of both of yours stopped your grief momentarily.

"Hey." He waited until your eyes met his and your feelings simmered before he said something else. "It's okay."

"Did you...did you feel that too?"

It took a second for him to respond as he contemplated lying to you. It was enough to give you your answer however. Tears sprang to your eyes instantly. You felt so unhinged. In just a couple days you've experienced more emotions than you had in your entire life. Worse was that you were openly sharing them with the one person you wanted to impress.

Before you could sink down to the floor in mortification Giyu pulled you back to him. "Don't worry okay? Let's just get cleaned up and we can figure out how to stop it afterwards okay?"

Aware that you were sharing your feelings, you felt so stupid about the reaction you had to his soft and soothing voice. Further solidifying for you that you came off unhinged was the terror that came right after.

"Hey, I love your voice too, but if you could see how it made me feel I'd be embarrassed too. It's okay baby. Everything-"

When you registered that he called you baby your brain turned to mush. Seconds after, thanks to you, he realized it. The blush that appeared on his cheeks as his mouth closed and then opened again, was sign that it just came out. He hadn't meant to call you baby it just came out on its own. But it felt right. It felt like that's what he is supposed to call you.

"Let's shower." He said reaching out to grab his bath sponge.

"Right." You nodded.

The two of you were blushing messes as you showered together. You were comfortable touching each other but as you washed away evidence of what you just shared you'd find yourselves feeling shy, images flashing to your mind.

You did your best not to think too much but you remained hyper aware that you were influencing Giyu if you did allow a thought or feeling to linger too long.

The hardest part was brushing your teeth. Especially with Giyu standing beside you in all his muscular glory. This was where you usually let your mind wander but you stood in front of the mirror forcing yourself to only focus on your teeth.

When you walked into the room to get dressed, you were surprised to find that Giyu had clothes for you to wear. You remember he had options of pajamas for you but you weren't expecting him to have everything else too.

"Should we put bandages back on?" He asked you, as he stood beside the dresser watching you look through the clothes.

"Yeah. I don't want to have to explain."

"Right." Giyu nodded before disappearing into the bathroom.

When he returned he held bandages in his hand, silently waiting for you.

You stepped away from the dresser so that he could help wrap you up. He was very quiet as he worked to cover your marks, sometimes his eyes lingered for a while, with a look you couldn't quite place.

As you dressed in the lightly colored floral jinbei set, Giyu removed the comforter from the bed.

"Do you want to take a nap?" He asked you unexpectedly as he folded it up tightly.

"No."

"But you didn't sleep."

"I'm not sleepy."

He made a face at you but didn't comment further on it. "I'm going to go wash this so it doesn't stain."

"Okay." You nodded as you watched him leave the room. Mentally preparing yourself to see the kids you stood in the middle of the room looking up at the ceiling.

You weren't going to cry. You weren't going to be emotional. And you definitely weren't going to be weird again. You cleared your head before leaving the room to find them outside near the pond.

"Why do kids get washed up just to get filthy right after?" You said as you approached them, pointedly looking at Ichiro who was laying on his back amongst the pebbles.

Rainbow laughed.

"Are you okay now?" Ichiro asked you quickly hijacking the conversation.

"Yes I'm okay now." You answered with a playful roll of your eyes.

"Okay good." He answered. "Now, why do adults always complain. Stay out of "kids" business." He used air quotes around kids.

You rested your hand on your hip as you looked at him. "You can't use air quotes when you actually are a kid."

"Oh please." He waved you off.

"Anyway, we're glad you feeling better." Kylo said.

"Thanks." You smiled.

"Did Mr. Giyu do something to upset you?" Princess asked.

"Princess." Rainbow nudged her.

"What?" She asked irritation clear in her voice.

"Oh no. No he didn't do anything. I was just....had something I wanted to tell him but was nervous." You answered as you slowly sat down on the ground.

"Oh okay. Did you tell him?"

"Uh...yeah." You replied.

"Good." She smiled.

"Yeah it would've sucked if I had to beat him up." Ichiro chimed in.

The laugh that erupted from you was loud and obnoxious, tears were in your eyes.

Although smiling, Ichiro replied "I'm serious."

"I kn-know." You squeezed out between your laughter.

Emiko, who was lining up rocks joined in your laughter.

"Don't you laugh at me Miko." Ichiro told her giving her a mock stink eye.

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You opened your eyes to see Princess's wide eyes looking down at you.

"Are you okay?" She cried with worry as she looked down at you.

Huh?

Your head was throbbing and you had no idea how you went from laughing outside to waking up in Giyu's living room.

"Are you okay?" She repeated.

"Here, give her these." Giyu's voice sounded before Kylo came into your view holding two pills and a cup.

You were still confused but you took the medicine from him anyway. Trying to sit up, your head started spinning. Kylo helped to keep you steady as you took the pills.

"What happened?" You asked when you were done. It hurt to move your eyes so you had yet to look around at anything that wasn't directly in your view.

"You passed out when we were outside. You hit your head on the rocks." Rainbow spoke frantically from somewhere behind you.

"We couldn't wake you up." Princess added.

"Oh." Another pain radiated through your skull. "I'm sorry." You winced.

"Try to keep still Dearest. Until the medicine kicks in." Giyu's voice came from beside you.

"Okay." You answered.

It remained quiet besides the occasional movement of someone in the room, but everyone was waiting to see if the medication would work.

Around 5 minutes later you turned your head so that you could see Kylo's face.

"Did it work?" He asked as soon as you made eye contact.

"I think so." You answered as you turned to look at Princess. No pain washed over you so you were assuming all was well.

"I'm sorry you guys." You sighed as you took in the looks on their faces.

Giyu walked from behind the couch so that he was now standing across from you just behind the coffee table. He held a pensive Emiko in his arms. Her brows were furrowed as her hand laid curled on his chest.

"Do you know what happened?" He asked you gently.

"No. I just remember laughing at something Ichi said. Nothing happened that I can remember."

"Okay. How are you feeling now?"

"Fine."

Giyu's brows furrowed a bit.

"You're not feeling weak? Hungry maybe? Scared?"

Am I still sharing thoughts with you? You asked internally.

"Feelings." He replied.

"I am hungry." You spoke dejectedly, ignoring the other things you felt.

Ichiro stood from the loveseat and walked out of the room. When he returned he brought you a plate of food.

"T-thank you." You told him as you took it from his hands.

"Yeah. We ate already. Mr. Giyu made us, but you missed out on dinner so we had yours waiting."

"Oh." You mumbled. "Thanks again."

"Yeah." Ichiro said before going back to where he was previously sitting.

"What else did you guys do?" You asked as you ate your food.

"Nothing." Rainbow answered. "We were kind of worried." She shrugged. "We just sat here."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Don't be, it's not your fault."

You sighed. It sure felt like it was your fault. You just got back yet you were here scaring everyone further.

"We're just glad you're okay." Princess said moving to sit closer to you as you ate.

"Yeah me too." You replied.

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"Can we sleep together again?" Princess asked looking back and forth between you and Giyu.

Giyu didn't respond, he looked at you for your answer. He wanted to suggest you sleep in his room because you had not gotten any sleep last night and you desperately needed it. Especially after fainting again. Your body was practically screaming for rest that wasn't trauma induced.

However, he didn't want to tell you what to do.

You seemed to be thinking clearly tonight as you hesitated to respond as well.

"Or can you just tuck me in tonight?" Princess suggested after seeing your hesitation.

"I can do that." You nodded, I can also read you a story, how's that?"

"That's perfect." She smiled.

"Well then come on your highness."

Her smile grew tenfold as she stood from the couch. Flipping her hair back she held her hand out to you.

Laughing you took it after standing.

All the kids pulled their futons close together in "Kylo's room", and were sleep within minutes of your first story. Well, all except Princess, you read 7 books total before she fell asleep. By then you were exhausted. You got up slowly and quietly, leaving the room to put away the books. Giyu was in the room waiting for you.

"That took awhile." He said as he took them from your hands and slid them back on the shelf.

"Yeah." You yawned rather obnoxiously as you stood in the doorway.

"I see bedtime stories help you get to sleep too." He smiled as he took your hand and lead you downstairs to his room.

All you could do was nod and smile. It wasn't that much of a joke but you loved when he was playful with you.

Inside his room he removed your top and bottoms for you before sliding a gown over your head.

"Do you need to use the bathroom?"

You shook your head no.

Lifting you up bridal style Giyu carried you to the bed and put you down. You were too tired to scoot over to the middle so you just stayed put.

All Giyu did was change into pajamas quickly, and when he got in the bed you were sound asleep. He felt relief seeing you actually getting rest, a very light snore coming from you already.

He wrapped his arm loosely around you and scooted close.

At some point while he was sleeping, he began envisioning you in a cave with a makeshift bedroom. It was strange. Then he saw you crying in a bathtub. He saw you, weak and unable to lift yourself laying on the dirty cold ground before hands covered in jewels lifted you. Next he saw you being fed. Your body slumped forward and only held up by an arm wound tightly around your waist. Then he saw you in the lap of that demon while he sucked blood from your neck. It was followed by you screaming, yelling, and insulting the demon. When he saw you raise your hand to try to kill the demon he realized he wasn't just having a crazy bizarre dream, these were thoughts. This was your dream. Your nightmare of memories.

He opened his eyes to feel you trembling in his arms.

He started to feel burning in numerous spots on his body. When you started to shake your head no and he felt pain on the right side of his chest he knew the pain was also coming from your memory.

He gently shook you awake.

"Y/n, y/n wake up." His soft voice called out to you, surprisingly enough to actually wake you.

Your eyes snapped open and you turned to look at him. Heaving a breath of relief you turned your whole body towards him.

"Thanks." You said burying your face in his chest.

He couldn't bring himself to say you're welcome. It's not like you could get away from your memories, so it wasn't anything to be thankful for. He wished he didn't even have to wake you.

"Giyu did you see any of that?" You whispered after you'd been sitting in silence for a while.

He couldn't lie to you. It just wouldn't be right.

"Yes." He replied.

When he felt humiliation creeping up his spine, he raised your head up from his chest, making sure he was looking into your eyes.

"Don't." He said firmly. He kissed your forehead. When his actions were followed by a quick flash of the demon kissing your forehead with his blood stained lips, he closed his eyes. It was repulsive to see how comfortable he was, how he masked his sick behavior underneath friendliness and concern.

"We'll figure this out okay? Don't cry baby." He told you as held you.

You could only cry as you felt helpless. You were overwhelmed by the lack of control you had over your life and body. You didn't know how to do anything. Couldn't control your abilities, couldn't save yourself, couldn't kill a demon, you were pathetic.

"Dearest...." Giyu's voice was almost a whisper.

"I'll help you, okay. We'll learn more about your powers, we'll fortify your mind and we'll learn to fight okay? Mentally and physically. I promise okay?"

"But I should be able to stop my thoughts on my own." You cried.

"You've just been through hell. You're not okay. Your body isn't okay. Things are going to be difficult right now. It's okay. We just have to give it time okay? Give yourself time to get better first."

When you didn't respond he pulled back to look at you. "Okay?"

"Okay." You sniffled, trying to stop your tears.

He kissed the top of your head before pulling you back in and hugging you tightly to him.

He comforted you until you fell asleep. He didn't let go of you once through the night, determined to support you even while he was sleeping.

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[chiharuhashibira]

𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓸 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓪-𝓼𝓪𝓷~

I don't think I should talk too much in this one-shot.

I'll just write it.

Little context: Saying to someone, "the sunset is beautiful isn't it" is a beautiful way to express your intense affection for them while recognising the hard part of letting them go. It's quite the opposite of “the moon is beautiful, isn't it?”.

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝑰𝒔 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍, 𝑰𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝑰𝒕?

𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚 𝐗 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐀𝐔)

Content Warnings: None ^^

Genre: Drama/Angst/Romance

"Y/N, have you ever wished that you could just live a normal life?"

"What do you mean?"

"Would you try to change anything if you could undo things?"

"I don't understand, Giyu. What are you trying to say?"

Pouting, I looked at Giyu and saw the somberness in his blue eyes. He was staring at the twilight, and I couldn't help but feel my heartbeat race.

Giyu looks so wonderful right now. He always does.

I never thought I would find myself in this state, a year after we became best friends. I never expected that the day when I'd fall for him would come. And yes, I know that I shouldn't feel this way, but it seems inevitable, isn't it?

I could say that everything that happened was unexpected, but it's one of the best surprises that happened to me.

Tomioka turned to look at me. There, I saw how the sun rays made him look almost ethereal and surreal at the same time. The way the beams of the sun caressed his seemingly pale skin and ravenette locks woke up the butterflies in my stomach. His deep blue orbs added fuel to the fire that caused my knees to feel weak.

Behind that somberness, a glint of wonder shone. And that brought back all the memories.

I didn't fall for him just because of his looks. I fell for Giyu because of who he is and all the things he has done for me.

This man had done so much for me in a short span of time. He knows I don't trust people that easily, and yet he has proven to me that not all are as bad as what I've portrayed them to be.

Tomioka's not the most sociable person, but when it comes to me, it seems like a new persona will suddenly show up. I could tell that he did all that he could to gain my trust.

The support that he had given me on every occasion, big or small, could be proof of everything. Our daily midnight calls and undying conversations about everything under the sun can also explain it.

He's even undergoing a rigorous training for quite a while, but yes, he makes time for me. Even the extent to which he's willing to sacrifice just to see me for six hours once or twice a month will be a testament to how dedicated this man is towards me.

Giyu's efforts didn't just gain my trust. He also unconsciously made me fall in love with him.

There are times where his notions make me think, what if he does all of this because he likes me back?

I'm his go-to person for everything. I even saw his craziest side, which seemed to hide away from the world. Giyu had unravelled himself on me slowly but surely. I am sure that every special thing that he does is just for me. Just for me.

He'd said it not once, but maybe three times. He's told me that he never usually does these things with other people. And yes, that made me quite happy and content. But again...

Why is Giyu doing this for me?

We could be friends for all eternity, but perhaps I wouldn't still be able to find the courage to ask him that.

I can't.

I just can't risk this wonderful friendship because of my curiosity.

I know I deserved to know, but do I really want to know that truth if the consequence of that would be losing him forever?

I've been asking myself another question too for so long. What if I am just delusional? What if all I am doing right now is just romanticising things that he does because I love him? What if everything is just in my head?

But why are you looking at me this way, Giyu? Why are you speaking to me so kindly that it melts me to the core? Why do you share lots of things with me? You used to use songs to tell me what you felt, until all my songs were also yours.

Why do you smile at me that way? Why do you choose to make all those sacrifices for me over anyone else?

Why is it me, Giyu?

These gentle caresses, the way you play with my hair, your embrace, and the way you hold my hand every time you have the chance to do so...

These actions are all the opposite of your aversion to physical interaction. I would never have thought I'd ever have had these experiences with you the first time I met you.

You're so gloomy.

You seem colder than the ice itself.

Then why are you radiating so much heat that it burns me?

Why me? Why is it me, Giyu?

"I'm just thinking, how would it feel if I decided to choose another path before? Like, how would it feel to have the perfect life?"

"What is the perfect life for you, though?"

"Hmm, perhaps it's like how I imagined it to be before. Having the perfect career, marrying at 25, and having my very own wonderful kids."

I wasn't able to give a retort to what you had just said. Giyu... Haven't you told me before that you didn't dream of marrying? Haven't you told me that you had never fallen in love once in your life?

Then, why are you asking me this now?

Why is it the opposite of what you told me before, again?

"Oh..."

"I mean. I just wonder how it would feel to have my own perfect family. I guess that would feel great."

"Yeah. What if you had all of those?"

"I don't know. Haven't you also asked yourself those questions?"

"I have lots of what-ifs, Giyu."

And one of those what-ifs is: what if you're now thinking this way because you want to make it happen with me?

But, of course, that would never happen. You don't like me that way, right? I'm just a friend.

It seems like no matter how I wish or manifest things to happen, you won't really fall for me, Giyu.

"Like what?"

What if you just loved me back? Why don't you just fall in love with me as easily as I fell in love with you? As far as I know, I did everything to try to show you my feelings. But it seems like it is not enough.

I'm not enough, and I'll never be enough.

"What if I'll never find love? You know me, Giyu. Behind all this shitty, tough facade, I'm a fucking hopeless romantic."

Giyu didn't answer me. Instead, he just looked back at the sunset and heaved a sigh.

"Then I guess we'll grow old together."

"Grow old together?"

He appears to be flushed by my reaction. His answer eventually shut down my hopes, which came like a flash flood.

"Just kidding. Y/N. You know what? You're still young, and I don't want you to be as miserable as me. Find love, then. Or let yourself fall in love? Whatever. The thing is, don't be too hard on yourself. Don't exhaust your heart on something that isn't worth it. You know?"

His monologue came to me like a slap in the face.

Don't exhaust your heart on something that isn't worth it.

"But how do I know if someone or something is worth it, Giyu? How do I know when to let go?"

Slowly, Giyu looked into my eyes. He seemed lost. In times like this, I wanted to be his compass. I wanted to be the answer, or at least, the light that'd guide him towards the answer. But it seems like now isn't that day, as he placed a hand over my shoulder and spoke up.

"I wish I could tell you, Y/N. But I think I won't be able to answer that. My heart is just too tired for love. I don't think I'll ever fall in love with anyone, Y/N."

He won't ever know how his words completely devastated me. How it confused me to the core.

All I want to do now is disappear.

I still wanted to ask him back. Why does he do these things for me? What's this effort all about, then?

Because if you wanted to just heal me, Giyu, you did more than that. You have been the only good thing in my life. You have been the peace that I am looking for whenever I need it. You made me think that the world is beautiful once again.

I think a tear had escaped from my eyes, as the next thing I felt was Giyu's thumb caressing my cheek. "Why are you crying? Are you okay? Did I say something wrong?" He looked concerned, and that shattered me.

I wanted to scream at him to stop with his kindness and sweet gestures, as it confuses me a lot.

But I didn't.

Instead, I buried my face in his chest and spoke up between my sobs. "I think I know the answer, Giyu."

"What are you talking about?"

I didn't answer, so Giyu pulled out and wiped my face with his hankerchief. "Hey, stop crying. I'm worried about you. Did I say anything bad?"

No, you just made me realise that I should have stopped a long time ago. I should let you go.

"No... I mean, perhaps it's just my hormones. I'm sorry."

"Okay. But you sure—"

"Yes. Giyu."

He looked at me, still having that sombre expression, so then... I gulped and looked at the sunset that he had been adoring for quite a while.

I took in the remnants of today's daylight and pointed out the horizon. I know you're used to me telling you how the moon is lovely, but perhaps that won't happen again.

"Giyu, look. The sunset is beautiful, isn't it?"

𝓜𝔂 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓱𝓾𝓻𝓽𝓼 𝓱𝓾𝓱𝓾

I mean! Look at this one-shot T_T It hurts so much!

Idk why I had this idea all of a sudden. 🥺

Anyways. Thank you for reading!

Feel free to reblog, comment, and request!

~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻���-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸

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Warnings: Angst, swearing, descriptions of gore, reader was killed during battle, Giyu finding the grieving process tough.

Requested by: No one

Synopsis: Giyu couldn’t save you in battle against an upper rank. When news breaks out about your death and your brother figure (Obanai) finds he's pissed.

Extra: This has been in my draft for fucking ages and I'm glad that I can finally get it out! I may or may not of kinda teared up while writing this too...

"You could have protected them! Because of you they're dead...you could've saved them you useless bastard! I don't believe we've lost another!" Obanai yelled.

"O-Obanai, p-please," Mitsuri cried out, trying to hold back the serpent pillar, "(Y/n)'s gone...there's nothing we can do." Giyu looked at the 2 other pillars before him, his emotionless facade slowly breaking. Fresh tears started trickling down his cheeks, he felt useless, he felt like a total failure. It was true that he could of protected you, but he was stupid enough to get injured in battle and you were stubborn enough to go out on your own.

"Because of you y/n is gone! Honestly and here I thought you couldn't be any more pathetic. You're fucking useless, you always have been! For fuck sakes Giyu now the demon slayer corps is down yet another hashira and a god damn strong one at that!"

As Obanai continued to yell profanities at him, the water pillar began to zone out. He couldn't be bothered to put up with any of this, he just lost you, the pain still coursed throughout him.

"If y/n wasn't able to defeat that upper rank, even with you present then what hope is there for the rest of us," the serpent pillar muttered under his breath so no one but him could here - grief had began to strike his seemingly stone cold heart.

Regret and anguish surged throughout Giyu's entire being. He began to grow numb and accustomed to the constant yelling and berating that came from Obanai's mouth.

"Did you seriously expect me to not care?!" Giyu clenched his fist, "Of course I would! Did you not think about how much pain I'm going through currently as well? You're not the only person who misses them you bastard don't you dare think that you are for one second!" Giyu screamed.

"After what happened nothing but guilt and hatred has been eating me alive! Y/n was my world, I loved them Iguro! I vowed that I would protect them forever, especially after what happened to my family and loved ones but I failed! I failed alright?! I know I'm a useless, good for nothing bastard..."

The water pillar had fell to his knees and sobbed into his hands and all Obanai could do was stare. Mitsuri's hand had left her significant others shoulder and she walked over to Giyu, "Tomioka, please...you didn't fail them. The only way you will fail y/n is if you continue to berate and hate yourself any further, I know that they would want you to live a life that is filled with joy, ridden of fear and a one full of promise...trust me."

xxx

Later that night Giyu grew restless and images of your cold lifeless body flashed in his mind. The way your tortured screams were torn from your throat as the upper ranked demon ripped you to shreds and tasted your flesh was an unruly and terrifying sight...what made it worse was that less experienced and much younger demon slayers were present during the scene. The sounds and images were fixed into his mind, he could never possibly forgive himself for what he let that demon do to you.

Giyu rose from his futon and stepped out onto the engawa of the home that you both had shared. He sat down and looked up at the night sky with his once again teary ocean blue eyes.

He remembered with a mixture of both sadness and fondness when you both would spend your nights gazing at the constellations. You would lay your head on his lap (or vice versa) and point out every constellation that littered the sky.

"God, I'm so useless." Giyu whispered.

He sat under the night sky for a few hours reminiscing more of the joyous moments you both shared together. You brightened his life, you were always there for him when he had the darkest days and in a way you were his salvation; he never got to thank you for saving him...from danger, from his demons, even from himself!

After a while Giyu grew drowsy he wasn't too sure if it was simply because of the time he had stayed up to or because of his on going low mood, but never the less he decided to drag himself back inside and over to his bedroom where he would sleep with a tear stained pillow.

xxx

Early in the morning Giyu got dressed in his demon slayer uniform and headed out. Yet he wasn't going off on a mission - at least not just yet.

He walked for about half an hour until he came to his destination, which was your grave. You were buried among thousands of other demon slayers, but you were specifically buried next to your best friend Kyojuro Rengoku.

Giyu knelt in front of Kyojuro's and your's graves and sighed, "Why does everyone I care about always leave me?" He looked at the wording that was engraved your gravestone and ran his fingertips over it.

"Y/n it's only been a few days since that brutal event but it feels like a decade. I-It should have been me who was in your place. I w-wish there was a way t-to swap our places."

"I know that you'd want me to go on and live a happy and fulfilling life but I don't know if I can do that without you! I miss you y/n! I miss you so so very much."

The tears appeared again and Giyu harshly wiped them away with the sleeve of his haori. He then reached out into his pocket and pulled out a ring, "I didn't even get to ask you."

Once he placed the ring that he had planned to present to you and ask if you'd accept his hand in marriage on your grave, he stood up and made his way to the demon slayer corps where he would await his next battle hoping that it would be his last and he could see you again.

#demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #giyu #giyu tomioka #giyu x reader #giyu x gn reader #angst #i teared up while writing this #demon slayer angst #giyu angst

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ahhh gotta be quick with demon slayer before it fills up haha

SANEGIYU ANGST. because i just know that at some point sanemi was tired or distracted or smth like that and called giyu kanae. and while the horror of what just happened settles into his chest and he starts apologizing, giyu just looks him dead in the eye and says with an ever so slight tremble to his voice: "it's okay, sabito."

OOF. Ouch, owie! This one hurt! My heart is broken, be right back gonna go wallow in Sanegiyuu fluff *dives in*

CW: Mentions of death, mentions of blood

“Thanks, Kanae.”

And just like that- everything collapsed.

~~ Soft black hair all down her back. The smell of Peonies as she moved. Her smile- radiant and unyielding even in the face of his rage. Butterfly clips that held back her hair as she tended to his bleeding arms.

“You’re gonna bleed out one day, Shinazugawa.” She chided softly, her voice like bells.

“Good. Maybe I’ll bring all the demons to me when I die.” He shrugged, wincing when she pinched his bicep. “Ow, the hell?”

“Don’t talk like that.” Her voice took on a rare edge, and when she looked up, pale lilac eyes held a hard glare. “Never say that again.”

“Jeez, calm down.” Sanemi sighed, even as he felt himself give in. “It’s not like it’s not a possibility. We’re Hashira. We’re bound to die young.”

“Maybe. Still, don’t speak of your death so easily. There’s always someone who’ll be hurt by it.” Her expression softened, something sad in her gaze. “I’m rather fond of you. I’d rather not hear from your crow of your untimely demise.”

Sanemi had nothing to say to that, only watching as she tied off the bandage around his arm.

~~

Sanemi’s chest twisted, the name on his tongue so familiar and so achingly heavy. He missed her. He missed her gentle touch, her soft voice, the way she never failed to make his heart race like-

Like…

Oh dear god.

He twisted around, eyes widening as they fell upon an unreadable Giyu. GIyu, his boyfriend.

Giyu, the person he’s supposed to love.

Giyu, whose heart he just shattered.

“Giyu…I’m so sorry…” Sanemi whispered out, his voice too choked to speak any louder.

The Water Hashira seemed frozen, still as a statue. His expression was hidden in his bangs. Please. Sanemi begged internally. Please look up.

Giyu finally did, and his eyes…

Those eyes…

“It’s okay, Sabito.”

Sanemi didn’t hear him as he walked away.

He couldn’t hear anything anymore.

Send me a headcanon and character(s) and I'll write a short 300-500 word dabble for it!

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Those Giyu hc's had me spinning, so now I need something sad.

What about him discovering his S/O cheating on him and they admit to and break it off, then we get to know what he would do and feel after :)

If not, this never happened lovely<3

a/n - okay, i think im finally ready to get back into the rhythm of writing SORRY THIS IS SO LATE AND I HOPE THIS MEETS YOUR EXPECTATIONS ANGST SCARES ME :((((((

giyuu's eyes remain fixated upon the movement of your lips against uzui's, your small breaths of pleasure evident even across the room that giyuu just entered. oyakata-sama had planned a party after the defeats of rui and gyutaro for the hashira and their loved ones -- soju bottles were scattered across rooms in heaps as evidence of the attendee's enjoyment.

giyuu had left to use the restroom just a couple of minutes before, smiling so incredibly softly at your drunken figure, patting your head patiently as he reminded you twice where he was going just so you were aware. he placed you gently on a nearby couch, uzui's bright smile reassuring giyuu that uzui would take protect you till his dying breath.

giyuu didn't know that his protection entailed you sitting on uzui's lap, chest to chest, peppering his neck with kisses as you drunkenly laughed at uzui's wives' cheers behind you.

giyuu blinked. the millisecond of darkness he encompassed himself in offered a brief respite, a respite that encouraged him to turn on his heel and leave.

giyuu's face remained stoic as his heart felt as if it was being punctured slowly, skin becoming flushed from embarrassment, sadness filtering in every single nerve he had. giyuu's energy was being sapped faster than any fight with a demon he had every encountered, and his long hair shielded the tears that started to collect at his lashline. his pace was slow as he walked out of the house, missing uzui’s shouts to come back and join. then he walked some more, finding a nearby stream splattering softly on its beds.

perhaps giyuu didn't do a good enough job telling his friends that you were his girlfriend, and his girlfriend only. perhaps he should have just made you stand outside the bathroom to ensure you were safe. perhaps....

giyuu's mind spiraled, until it hit a mind-shattering reality: you looked so happy. and in that instant, giyuu knew that he would never be enough. he could never compare to uzui tengen. a year’s worth of a private relationship with someone like him could not compare to just an hour’s worth of meeting uzui. 

giyuu sat in solitude, never feeling as alone as he felt in that moment. he wrapped his stitched up yukata closer to his body, and laid his head to rest on his pwn shoulder, succumbing himself to the night. 

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