Hiya! I was wondering if you could write about Giyuu when his female s/o decides to take a hit for him mid-battle, before he could even do anything.
warnings. mentionings of violence and blood
word count. 0.6k
author's note. not proofread so read at your own risk lol also coloring done by moi✨
As many great qualities [name] seemed to have, being obedient was not one of them. So when she had the opportunity of catching Giyuu's blindspot while he was fighting a demon that he had clearly expressed to stand down, she took it and she took it hard. The demon swung with such fury thinking he was going to get Giyuu, but unfortunately he had gotten his pesky partner. Giyuu's eyes widened in shock at the display in front of him, but he had to remind himself to not let his feelings get in the way of exterminating a demon.
He inhaled and exhaled. "Water Breathing, Eleventh form: Dead Calm."
And just like that he annihilated the demon and rushed to her.
"[name]!" He called out to her crumpled form. Blood was gushing out of her sides and her uniform and haori were torn up on the side the demon had landed the blow.
"How could you be so stubborn?" His eyes were beginning to brim with tears as he applied pressure to the wound to stop the bleeding.
She only smiled at him with lips bloodied. "Because you had a blind spot that needed to be covered..."
He searched her face trying to pinpoint the exact time that she had taken the blow and then he recalled. His neck was exposed for a mere second and the demon could have, maybe, just maybe taken him out but he was aware of it. He was aware that he had a blinspot, but he knew how to take care of that.
"Stop crying." She reached out a shaky hand to wipe his tear away. "It wasn't a fatal blow."
"But it could have been!" He cried out holding her close to him.
"You're such a baby." She croaked out nestling into the crook of his neck. He held her close until back up had arrived and the kakushi had put her on a stretcher.
"No need to worry she's not in any critical condition!" One of the kakushi had reported to him.
He only stood there with his usual stoic expression. "I just want to know why she would do something so stupid."
"Oh, um." The kakushi began to say but he fell a little short, averting his gaze.
"Did she say something?"
The kakushi scratched the back of his neck and looked elsewhere. "Well, she said something along the lines of, 'because she loves you'."
Giyuu blinked back in surprise. He and [name] hadn't said that they loved each other just yet, hell they didn't even mention it to anyone that they had a little somethin-somethin goin on.
"Oh." Was all he could muster up as he stood there not knowing what to do with himself.
The kakushi excused himself and made his way to the others who were cleaning up the left over mess the demon had caused.
As Giyuu had made it back to the Butterfly Estate, he went to go check on her and sure enough she were fast asleep and all by herself.
He quietly slipped into the room and sat beside her sleeping form. He lifted her shirt slightly to look at your bandaged wounds to find that some of it was already riddled with blood. He would make sure to tell one of the girls to have a look at it.
He took her hand in his and softly kissed it. "I love you too, [name]."
"It's about damn time." She mumbled with a smile plastered on her face.
He felt his cheeks warm up. "You're awake."
"Yes, I am. Just in time to hear you say you love me back." She cooed reaching out to caress his face and hesitantly put his hand over her own.
A small smile was upon his lips as leaned into her touch. "How could I not?"
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Any Bones (1/2)
Giyuu x Fem!Reader | Minors DNI | 01, 02
Requested by @muzanskimono I hope you like it! I wrote way too much so I'll post the second half next week.
After being saved from the Water Pillar, the only thing you could do to repay him was to let him stay in your little cottage as he recovered from the wounds he sustained from the fight. Giyuu found himself enjoying your company, and grateful for the care you gave him. He was even more grateful for the food you served him. Eventually the tables turned, and the Water Pillar found himself wanting to satisfy you.
Vanilla, slow, long, burn injuries and scars, cunnilingus, hurt/comfort
“I’m so sorry,” you whimpered, crying into his shoulder as you sat at his bedside. You couldn’t hold in your emotions any longer – the man had saved you from a demon, and you were overcome with guilt over the injuries he suffered.
The man looked at you with those unwavering blue eyes, and you felt almost compelled to hold your breath. “Don’t cry,” the man whispered, unable to speak normally.
“Giyuu is fine,” Kocho cooed behind you, with an unusually chipper tone about her voice, “Even though he’s unlikeable, no one can deny his strength. There is almost no chance he would succumb to fire demon with no rank. He’ll survive. That said, he’ll be escorted to the Butterfly mansion to recov--.”
“No,” you cut her off, suddenly finding strength in your voice, “I’ll care for him in my home.”
The Insect Pillar’s eyes narrowed at you, but her tone didn’t change, “But we are surely better equipped.”
“No,” you rejected again, “It’s my obligation.”
Giyuu found himself looking at an unfamiliar ceiling. His entire body felt like it was on fire, but…he was alive. Slowly, he was able to turn his head to the side – he had an instinctual need to scout out his surroundings.
There you were, slumped over in slumber. You had fallen asleep waiting for him to regain consciousness. Giyuu took a second to establish his Breathing, then sat up. The movement was enough to wake you. You were startled but once you realized Giyuu was awake you calmed down. A gentle smile graced your face. He didn’t return it, but you didn’t need him to.
“Where are we?” asked Giyuu, ignoring the throbbing pain in his head. His eyes catch his healing wounds, barely peeking out where the bandages couldn’t reach. He recalled his flesh being scorched by a demon.
“My home. You can stay here until you recover. It’s the least I can do.”
When Giyuu didn’t respond, you stood up and asked, “What would you like to eat?”
Already, Giyuu didn’t regret saving you. You watched him consider for a second, observing how little he expressed through his face. Finally, his eyes met yours and his silky voice left his throat. “Salmon Daikon.”
You looked at the ingredients you had procured from the marketplace with such unease that it made you nauseous. You weren’t sure how to make Salmon Daikon, but you couldn’t refuse Giyuu’s request. Biting your bottom lip, you pull your sleeves up and get to cooking.
Once you finished cooking, you brought a bowl over to Giyuu. You weren’t sure why you stayed to gauge his reaction, but you did. Although he gratefully kept your food down, he bluntly said, “You didn’t take out the fishbones.”
You gave him an annoyed look. “I guess I’ll have to practice filleting a fish,” you said with a smile. For a second, you reminded him of Kocho.
“Do you live with anyone else?” Giyuu asked.
You were slightly shocked that he was curious enough to ask, but you answered him anyway. “No. I live on my own.”
“It’s dangerous to live that way. It makes you an easy target for demons.”
This time, it was you that looked at him expressionless. “Sometimes,” you said, “People are the real demons.”
Later that day, you came back to the room with fresh bandages. Wordlessly, you pulled the blanket away from his body. Wordlessly, Giyuu pulled his robes away. In the silence, you undid the old bandages, crusty from his dried blood. You did so carefully, and skillfully, as to not further agitate the wounds. You kept your focus on the task at hand, ignoring the feeling of his gaze burning through your face.
Weeks passed and Giyuu was fully recovered from his burns. There was a large scar on his side now. Once, you traced the newly formed skin that replaced the raw injury. Giyuu gently grabbed your hand. You caught his gaze. It’s not your fault.
“Will you leave?” you asked, trying desperately not to look sad about it. Despite your general aversion of other people, you found that it had been nice having him around to keep you company. Sure, he was a little awkward, but so were you.
“I have duties to attend to,” Giyuu answered flatly, his hand gripping the sword that hung at his waste (A/N: Not innuendo, I promise), “Thank you…for taking care of me.” He opened the door to take his leave but stopped in his tracks when you called his name.
“Giyuu,” you said, “Visit often.” You intentionally avoided phrasing it like a question or request so that Giyuu wouldn’t misinterpret your words as an optional thing.
And just as easily as he came into your life, he was gone.
Giyuu had left you for about a week now, and you were beginning to think he had forgotten all about you. You tried pushing back the disappointment, but that proved difficult. You chastised yourself for having mastered that stupid Salmon Daikon dish for the man – you were never the type to do something so…so…domestic. But why did you care so much? What were these feelings?
Knock, knock, knock.
Someone was at the door. Your chest tightened, your heart about to burst. Was it him?
Quickly, you sped through your small cottage at found yourself pausing at the front door only to brush your hair back before opening it. Your eyes fell on those familiar dark blue ones.
“Giyuu.” His name left your lips without your consent.
“Y/N,” Giyuu greeted you.
“You’re out of luck – I don’t have the ingredients for Salmon Daikon today,” you said with a sigh. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you thought he wouldn’t stay if you couldn’t make his favorite dish tonight. “I can run to the market--.”
“No need,” Giyuu retorted, “I can eat other things – you’ve cooked different things for me before.”
You moved out of the way so he could enter your humble abode. You hoped he didn’t notice how weird you were being around him. He moved passed you and headed straight for the kitchen. After washing his hands and pushing up his sleeves, he took a knife and started cutting up some vegetables. You read his movements and started doing the same. In the silence of your small, isolated cottage, you and Giyuu created a new dish.
“I hope it’s good,” you said, filling two bowls with rice and what you made and setting them on the wooden table. Giyuu sat across from you.
“Across from me? We’ve known each other long enough to sit next to each other, don’t you think?” You didn’t give him time to respond. You placed your bowl at the seat adjacent to his. For some reason or another, you wanted to be a little closer to him. You almost cravedit.
You watched as he took his chopsticks from the dish to his mouth. A small smile crept on his lips. Your heart leapt in your chest. It was then that you realized that it was that small smile that you had missed in his absence.
“I’m glad you like it,” you said teasingly. You took a bite out of your bowl. Your eyes immediately shot up to look at him. “It is good.”
“You doubted me.”
“I did,” you said laughing and leaning against him as you did. You knew it made him feel a hyper-aware of your presence. You also knew that he didn’t exactly hate it. However, he was caught off-guard when your laughter faded and you looked at him with such a serious face. “It hasn’t been the same without you here.”
Giyuu turned his body on the chair so he could give you all of his attention. He felt the same away about you. It was your eyes – they were so sure. Unwavering. It made him…weak. He wasn’t accustomed to such feelings. “I…I…”
You rolled your eyes. “I always do the hard work,” you complain as you lean towards him, closing your eyes. Your lips locked onto each other’s. You only opened your eyes when he pulled away. If you didn’t already realize you loved him, you did then. His face was beet-red, and he couldn’t look you in the face. But since he didn’t pull away or push you away completely, you knew he just needed time to process his own feelings.
The two of you continue to finish your dinner. “I think it needs a little lemon,” you said, getting up from your seat to cut a lemon in half. You squeeze the yellow fruit over his plate and yours.
After much pestering, Giyuu finally gave in and told you about his latest mission. You were enthralled by his heroic stories, but you were also a little frightened for him. He had warned you against living alone in the woods, but he was living a dangerous life himself.
“Will you still be here in the morning?” you asked. You watched as Giyuu swallowed the last bite on his plate.
“Do you want me to be?”
Giyuu looked at you intently. Slowly, he leaned his head towards you. He paused just before your lips touched. “Then I’ll stay.”
You closed your eyes and closed the gap between you and the man who saved you. His lips were soft, his kiss gentle. Slowly, his hand found your shoulder and moved up to cup you head, right where your neck met your jaw. His touch felt…nice.
Suddenly, you felt the blood rush to your face. You weren’t usually one to blush, but you were sure you were just as red as he was a few minutes ago. You needed to regain some control. You pulled away from the kiss, and pulled him out of the kitchen and into the bedroom.
You slowly pulled your robes away from your body. Slowly, you looked up at Giyuu to gauge his reaction. You honestly thought his eyes would be on the areas he hadn’t seen before, but they weren’t. Giyuu eyes were glued on your own. You could hear your heartbeat ringing in your ears.
Giyuu gently laid you down on the bed, your legs dangling over the edge. He kissed you right under your jaw, down your neck to your clavicle. The sensation sent shivers down your spine. He moved down to your chest, where he sucked on your nipples for a few seconds before continuing his descent to your slit.
Suddenly feeling insanely shy, you couldn’t help the reflex to close your legs. He looked up at you, surprised that you attempted to squash his head between your thighs.
“Sorry!” you said, embarrassed.
A small smirk graced Giyuu’s face – an expression you’ve never seen him make before. It was oddly sexy. He parted his mouth, and his tongue started to work on your clit. You took a sharp breath, your fingers finding themselves looping around his hair. You tried to regulate your breathing, but you couldn’t stop it from becoming heavy, ragged. You tossed your head back, writhing in the pleasure of his wet tongue playing around the most sensitive spot of your body.
So focused you were on his tongue, that it came to a surprise to you that he’d slip his fingers into your warmth. It felt a little awkward at first. He worked fast to find your spot, and once he did – confirmed by your squirming – he kept striking it. It was starting to become too much. Your jaw slackened, your hands gripped at your sheets. You were close. He must have known, too, because he only hastened his ministrations on your clit and g-spot, the increase in pace sending your over the edge.
You let out a loud groan, your hips bucking against his face, which was now wet with your slick. He had grabbed a hold of your thighs to push them away from his head as you rode out your high. Once he felt that you had settled down, he let go of your legs and stood up. You watched as he wiped his face down with his sleeve before stripping down.
You were still catching your breath when he kissed you, his fingers lacing through your own. You could taste yourself on his tongue…and a little bit of lemon.
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