#how did Tanjirou get that picture???

[epivanosilon]

reading demon slayer: chapter 16 name breakdown

the last chapter of volume 2 has 2 names--how fitting. i don't believe the other demons that tanjirou has fought up to this point have had names, so this is a special occasion!

first we are given the name of the male demon,

矢琶羽

read as やはば. 矢 (や) means arrow, obviously a nod to yahaba's blood demon art. 琶 (は) is mostly found in words relating to the 琵琶 (びわ), which is a type of japanese string instrument. i think the inclusion of this kanji is a reference to the 琵琶法師 (びわほうし) of old. they were street performers, often blind, who played the biwa and recited poetry to make money. they also frequently dressed in buddhist garb.

yahaba isn't blind, per se, since his eyes are usually just on his hands, but he certainly looks the part. and his chunky necklace reminds me of buddhist mala, or prayer beads. many websites say yahaba's necklace is just a pearl necklace. however, i have not found a source to back up that claim, so i think i can speculate here.

i will note that mala usually have 108 beads, and yahaba's necklace is never pictured with more than 10 beads. but sometimes mala can be smaller. these smaller versions typically use factors of 108 as the total number of beads, and a factor of 108 is 12. with this knowledge i believe it is safe to assume that yahaba's necklace is meant to have 12 beads (perhaps plus one more, the mother bead) and the remaining beads are simply not drawn because they are obscured by his neck.

a 12-bead necklace would also be symbolic of the twelve demon moons, of which yahaba and susamaru claim to be members. if there is indeed a 13th mother bead, that could symbolise kibutsuji himself, as the father of all demons. but i digress.

the third character in yahaba's name, 羽 (ば), can mean feather or wing. it is also used as a counter for certain small animals (e.g. birds and rabbits). when paired with 矢, as in 矢羽 (やばね), we get a word meaning arrow feathers. this is probably the reference the author intended to make.

unfortunately yahaba's name doesn't make a neat sentence or phrase, but it does convey his powers and has a historical reference, so that's cool too.

after yahaba, we are given the name of the female demon,

朱紗丸

read as すさまる. you might already recognize the third kanji, but hold on! we'll get there in a minute. the first character 朱 (す) generally means red. it can specifically refer to a cinnabar, vermilion, or scarlet color. susamaru's orange eyes, kimono, and red-orange tipped hair reflect this part of her name.

紗 (さ) means silk gauze, and shows up in words regarding delicate fabrics like silk or gauze. it is also used as ateji in words about thicker fabrics like felt, chintz, and wool. 丸 (まる) means circle. if you recognized it from the start, nice! traditional temari are said to be made of fabric scraps from kimono and other household items, so a temari could be thought of as a fabric ball--a 紗丸.

that means susamaru's name is literally scarlet fabric ball. and i mean, her temari do have red on them. her and yahaba's names are very similar in that they both allude to their powers and parts of their designs. i expect we'll see this pattern repeated in the naming of future demons, but i may be surprised.

i believe that's all for this chapter's name breakdown! i especially enjoyed researching and writing the part about yahaba's necklace. i hope you did too. thanks for reading, and please look forward to the next posts! 読んでくれてありがとう！次の投稿を楽しみにしてください！

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[catladywriter]

Inotan Fanfic: Nosebleed - Chapter 4

Gompachirou's Fault

Synopsis: Inosuke's mundane task of cleaning the neighbour's storeroom took an unexpected turn when he stumbled upon a hidden collection of erotic paintings. As his eyes roved over the provocative artwork, a nosebleed erupted, capturing Tanjirou's attention. As Tanjirou fussed over Inosuke's well-being, a flurry of unexpected and confusing emotions overwhelmed Inosuke, leaving him with a newfound awareness of his deeper feelings for Tanjirou.

Amidst the confusion, Zenitsu burst into the room, misinterpreting the situation entirely. Convinced that he had been excluded from a secret pornography viewing session, Zenitsu's outrage reached new heights, and all hell broke loose.

Pairing: Inotan (Inosuke x Tanjirou)

Setting: Canon AU, 1 year after the main story ends. Precursor to the Series: Where the Wisteria Always Bloom.

Wordcount: 9000+ words across 4 chapters

Chapters: 1 2 3 4

Status: Complete

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At breakfast time, Inosuke stormed into the kitchen, ignoring Tanjirou’s worried questioning. He sat down on the dining chair, slammed his boar mask on the table and grabbed a bowl of rice. He lifted a spoonful to his mouth, but almost dropped it when Nezuko let out a squeal.

 “Your nose is bleeding!” she cried, pointing at him with wide eyes.

“Has it not stopped since just now?” Tanjirou exclaimed, his voice laced with alarm.

"Have you tried stopping it with Total Concentration Breathing?" Zenitsu chimed in.

"I’m fine!" Inosuke bellowed, wiping the blood away roughly with the back of his hand. "Let me eat my breakfast in peace!"

He resumed his eating, shoveling food into his mouth as fast as he could. He felt his friends’ eyes on him, watching him with unease. He could sense Tanjirou’s gaze the most, burning into him with concern. Tanjirou hadn’t even touched his own food because he was too busy looking at Inosuke with worry. It made Inosuke eat even faster, as if he could escape from Tanjirou’s attention by finishing his meal. Just as he swallowed his last bite, Tanjirou got up and walked towards him.

Inosuke tensed up, ready to fight or flee. “What do you want now?” he snapped, backing away as Tanjirou’s face came closer.

“I just want to look at your nose,” Tanjirou said softly.

“No! Go away!” Inosuke resisted.

Tanjirou’s expression faltered. “Is it something I did?”

“Of course not! What could you possibly do to me?”

Of course, it had nothing to do with stupid Monjirou. Absolutely nothing. Okay, fine, maybe he had imagined his stupid face a little while touching himself earlier in the bathroom, but that was just a ridiculous side effect of those stupid pictures. It was bad enough that Tanjirou made him feel warm and fuzzy inside. Inosuke had learned to live with that. Now he had to deal with Tanjirou’s power to make him nosebleed from a distance.

“All right, if you won’t let me look at it, will you at least go to the doctor?” Tanjirou pleaded.

“Why should I? I’m fine!” Inosuke retorted.

“Listen, you really should get it checked out,” Zenitsu piped up. “Having a nosebleed from looking at or thinking about porn isn’t normal. If that were the case, I’d be bleeding to death by now.”

Nezuko furrowed her eyebrows, and Zenitsu hastily corrected himself. “Uh… I was exaggerating. Just trying to persuade him to see a doctor.”

“But I’m not sick!” Inosuke protested, sounding panicked.

“Don’t worry, it’s probably nothing,” Tanjirou soothed him, reaching out to put a gentle hand on his shoulder. Inosuke jumped away, and Tanjirou apologised. Turning to Zenitsu, he said, “Um… could it be that he’s reacting like this because it’s his first time seeing that kind of stuff? You know how sensitive he is…”

Inosuke felt his blood surge inside him. “Shut up, Gompachirou!” he screamed, waving his arms and stamping his feet. “This is all your fault! Don’t act like you know anything!”

Tanjirou swallowed, clearly stung by the accusation. He started to apologise, but Nezuko intervened.

"There, there, Inosuke," Nezuko said. "You can't blame Nii-chan for this. How was he supposed to know that our neighbours would have a collection of erotic art lying around?"

"Yeah, and let's not forget, you were the one who opened the box," Zenitsu quipped.

“No, it’s definitely my fault. I’m so sorry, Inosuke,” Tanjirou apologised again. “I should have thoroughly checked all the rooms before we started cleaning. I’m just relieved that it wasn’t Nezuko who stumbled upon the stash. Thank goodness for that. If we ever do house-cleaning for the neighbours again, I swear I’ll search every corner and crevice.”

Inosuke let out a frustrated snort. They were all off the mark, but he supposed it was still better than them knowing the truth.

“You don’t have to tell the doctor why you’re bleeding,” Tanjirou continued. “He’ll just check your nose, diagnose you and give you something to stop the symptoms.”

“Fine! I’ll go!” Inosuke snapped. He doubted that the doctor could help him if Tanjirou was the reason for his nosebleed. But it would at least stop Tanjirou from fussing and give him a chance to escape from him.

“But I don’t want you to come with me!” He told Tanjirou, his eyes avoiding his. “Anyone but you!”

“Not you too!” he protested when Nezuko offered. Nezuko had a knack for getting him to listen to her and subsequently do as she requested. He was afraid he’d blurt out his secret to her if she asked.

Which left...

“Tanjirooou! He almost broke my nose and didn’t even apologise, and now I have to take him to the doctor?” Zenitsu whined. Inosuke knew this was Zenitsu’s revenge for him threatening to expose his secret. Zenitsu was such a spiteful guy.

“I don’t need you to take me! I can go myself!”

“No, you can’t!!! You’ll freak out in the crowds and end up getting lost! And even if you do make it there, you’ll speak nonsense to the doctor and then punch him because he can’t understand you,” Zenitsu sobbed.

“Come on, Inosuke,” Nezuko coaxed. “Just apologise to Zenitsu and let him take you to the doctor, alright? Stop making us worry about you.”

Inosuke wavered for a moment, torn between his stubbornness and the sincere concern he saw in Nezuko’s eyes. A twinge of guilt settled upon him, as he realised that this wasn’t just about him. His best friends were worried about him too. As always, Nezuko had a way of reaching him, her words finding a path to his obstinate heart. Reluctantly, he gave in.

“Fine! Sorry, Monitsu!” Inosuke spat out. He quickly put his boar mask back over his head and ran toward the door.

“That’s not even my name,” Zenitsu sighed, but he got up and followed him.

*

At the doctor’s office, Zenitsu took the lead, describing when and where the nosebleeds began and how often they occurred, carefully leaving out any mention of the scrolls. The doctor asked Inosuke to take off his mask and prodded around his nostrils, making Inosuke wriggle uncomfortably. He almost punched the doctor, but Zenitsu held his arms, reminding him over and over that the King of Mountains should be brave and not mind a little prodding, much to the doctor’s bemusement. He felt an immense wave of relief when he could finally put his mask back on.

“You mentioned that the nosebleeds began while you were cleaning in the storeroom? Was there a lot of dust?” the doctor asked.

“Yeah, those damn books, they make me sneeze every time I flip a page,” Inosuke answered. He felt a nagging itch and unconsciously brought his hand to his nose, rubbing it slightly.

“And I suppose you rub your nose after you sneeze.”

“Obviously? It really itches.”

"Is it unusual for you to come into contact with dust?"

“Of course! I grew up among wild boars, and Tanjirou keeps our house really clean.” Inosuke said with a hint of pride.

The doctor gave him a weird look but returned to writing notes.

“Alright. Based on my examination and the information you gave, I can conclude that your nose was sensitive to the high amount of dust you were suddenly exposed to recently, and constantly rubbing it damaged the skin, making it prone to injury. I’ll prescribe an anti-allergen to stop the itch. If you avoid further exposure to dust and don’t rub your nose, you should be fine in a few days.”

“That’s it?” Inosuke couldn’t believe how simple the problem turned out to be. “So it’s not because I looked at pictures of people banging or because I dream about banging someone?!” He shouted so loudly that all the nurses and patients in the waiting area turned their heads to look at him.

“Technically, sexual arousal, as you described, can cause an increase in blood pressure, which leads to the expansion of blood vessels. It may result in flushing, or red face syndrome, and even erections. It’s normal and not harmful, and rarely does it cause bleeding. However, I would advise against frequent exposure to pornography as it can lead to intrusive thoughts and addiction that can negatively affect your daily life,” the doctor explained calmly.

Inosuke didn’t fully understand most of the jargon. The only thing that stood out to him was that he was normal. Pictures and stupid Gompachirou had no power over him.

“See, Zenitsu? I’m normal,” Inosuke exclaimed happily to his friend. “Pictures ain’t got nothing on me!”

“No, you’re not normal,” Zenitsu turned away, cringing in embarrassment. “Don’t talk to me or call my name. I don’t know you!”

*

On their way back home, Zenitsu couldn’t resist breaking the silence and pestering Inosuke.

“Who do you keep dreaming of banging?” Zenitsu asked.

“Huh?”

“You told the doctor you were dreaming of banging someone.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did.”

“You misheard me.”

“I never mishear anything,” Zenitsu reminded him.

Inosuke sighed in defeat. “Fine. But it’s my secret.”

“Okay, if you’re not telling, I’ll just have to guess. Let’s see, it must be someone you really like and are close to, which significantly narrows down the possibilities,” Zenitsu mused, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Inosuke couldn’t help but feel a shiver run down his spine at Zenitsu’s emphasis on the word ‘significantly’.

“How would you know that?” Inosuke snapped.

“It’s natural to be sexually attracted to people you have romantic feelings for or find attractive,” Zenitsu explained.

“How do I get rid of this feeling?” Inosuke demanded.

“It usually fades away when you stop liking them,” Zenitsu said.

Inosuke let out a frustrated snort. “How do I do that?”

“You find something you dislike about them and focus on it until you stop liking them.”

Inosuke racked his brain. He liked everything about Tanjirou - from his wavy maroon locks that seemed to flicker like embers in the sunlight, to the softness of his eyes that held an unspoken understanding. It wasn’t just his looks, though; it was the way his voice carried a calming melody, the touch of his callused hands grounding Inosuke like a reassuring anchor. Even Tanjirou’s cooking skills, which somehow managed to tame his ravenous appetite, added to the list of endearing traits.

Sure, Tanjirou’s fussing could be a bit overwhelming at times, and the unusual sensations he stirred within Inosuke left him feeling both flustered and annoyed. But he had to admit to himself, Tanjirou made him feel special, which was important to him. And the weird feelings did feel nice, if he had to be honest.

“Can’t think of anything I dislike.” Inosuke eventually muttered, frustrated.

Zenitsu grinned wickedly. “Then you find someone else to like.”

“But I don’t like anyone else or want to like someone else!”

“Too bad then,” Zenitsu shrugged. “But you're making me really curious. Who is it? Tell me!”

“I already said. It’s my secret,” Inosuke repeated.

“Let me guess… Is it someone at the Butterfly Estate? Is it Aoi? Is it Kanao?” Zenitsu cunningly darted back and forth, appearing on Inosuke’s right side and then swiftly reappearing on his left, so that it felt impossible to avoid his annoying questioning.

Suddenly, Zenitsu came to an abrupt halt and his face froze in horror. "Oh my god, it’s not Nezuko-chan, is it?! I’ll kill you!!!”

“It’s not any of them, and it’s definitely not Nezuko. That’s gross!” Inosuke shouted.

“Eeyaaargh! How dare you call my Nezuko-chan gross!” Zenitsu erupted, and the chase began. They sprinted all the way home, with Zenitsu's screams echoing through the air.

*

Dealing with Zenitsu was utterly draining, Inosuke thought, feeling the weight of exhaustion settle upon him. The guy would get all riled up whenever someone showed an interest in Nezuko. But then, he'd get equally worked up if others failed to appreciate Nezuko's adorable nature. Inosuke, despite being older, saw Nezuko as a sort of maternal figure. The mere thought of wanting to be intimate with her made him cringe in disgust. After mustering up an explanation that Zenitsu begrudgingly accepted, the relentless pestering finally ceased.

Relief flooded over Inosuke as he entered the comforting embrace of home, welcomed by the mouthwatering scent of lunch and crispy tempura. Tanjirou had cooked Inosuke’s favourite tempura as a special treat for his visit to the doctor.

Inosuke sprinted towards Tanjirou, clutching his haori sleeve. He had been frazzled and anxious by his nosebleeds and Zenitsu’s endless screeching. But now, with Tanjirou’s reassuring presence, he felt comforted that his friend wasn’t the trigger for his nosebleeds. Inosuke dreaded the thought of losing his soothing touch.

“I’m totally fine! Those dumb pictures had nothing to do with it. It was just some dust, but I'm all good now, not even a sneeze!” Inosuke proclaimed loudly, his voice brimming with confidence.

“I’m so glad, Inosuke! So, it wasn’t my fault after all?” Tanjirou smiled brightly, his cheerful personality shining through; like he didn’t have a care in the world. As if he hadn’t given Inosuke countless restless nights. As if he wasn’t the reason for those weird and confusing feelings. As if he didn’t haunt Inosuke’s dreams, sparking urges that made him hot and flustered.

Inosuke had a sudden image of himself pinning Tanjirou beneath him, doing unspeakable acts to him and wiping that blissfully oblivious smile off his face.

No, no, no! Bad Inosuke, bad! That was a horrible thing to imagine. Stop it! Stop it right now!

Tanjirou looked at him with concern as Inosuke headbutted the wall repeatedly. “Uh… Inosuke?!”

“It’s definitely your damn fault, Gompachirou! I swear I’ll find your weakness and bring you down!!!”

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[ao3feed-zentan]

just enough to keep your belly full

just enough to keep your belly full

by zelicious

“So Tanjirou, how soon after you started dating your fiancé did you two have sex?” Even the audience went silent. Tengen didn’t care, it wasn’t like Tanjirou had to answer anyway. He’d fully agreed to play knowing the terms. He wondered what the man would choose to eat. Maybe ostrich liver. Tanjirou pursed his lips thoughtfully.

“Hmm. I’m not sure how to answer this,” he said slowly. Tengen gestured to the table, but the man shook his head. “No, I mean technically speaking. We had sex the night we met, so we weren’t quite dating yet.” Then he smiled, the picture of innocence

  tengen gets superstar actor and secretly shameless bastard tanjirou kamado to play spill or fill your guts on his late night show

Words: 4307, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime), 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Manga)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Agatsuma Zenitsu, Kamado Tanjirou, Uzui Tengen, Hinatsuru (Kimetsu no Yaiba), Suma (Kimetsu no Yaiba), Makio (Kimetsu no Yaiba), Rengoku Kyoujurou

Relationships: Agatsuma Zenitsu/Kamado Tanjirou, Hinatsuru/Makio/Rengoku Kyoujurou/Suma/Uzui Tengen

Additional Tags: talk show host tengen, actor tanjirou and zenitsu, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Semi-Public Sex, Fluff and Smut, Established Relationship, Aged-Up Character(s), Possessive Behavior

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[quirrrky]

KNY BOYS GETTING JEALOUS —» headcanons  —» ft. tanjirou, inosuke, zenitsu, kyojuro, giyuu, sanemi 

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»—TANJIROU

It may come off that Tanjirou is a very understanding guy who’s beyond jealousy or at least he doesn’t show that he is. He doesn’t mind you being friends with other people or them being so close to you what he’s jealous of if someone’s doing the job of taking care of you. Like that one time you were feeling dizzy and this random person checked up on your temp, by lacing his hand on your forehead. Tanjirou’s hand immediately flew over that person’s wrist and removed his/her hand on you. He’s still nice tho telling that person, “I know you’re concerned about, Y/N, but I think I can check up on her myself. Thank you.” Pouted a lot that day though and when you asked him if he got jealous, he struggled lying and ended up admitting. Shower him with cuddles please. 

»—INOSUKE

If you’re his, you’re his. It’s Inosuke we’re talking about in here. He can sense it whenever someone is acting overtly close to you more than they should. One time, someone who admired you approached you and asked how he/she could keep in touch with you. Inosuke quickly jumped in between asking the person wat did he think he’s doing, “Y/N already belongs to me! Unless you want a match!” That definitely kept the person away.

»—ZENITSU

This guy’s definitely a jealous one. Have you seen how he reacted with Sanemi? He’ll have no qualms acting upon his jealousy it’s probably a regular part of his trait that’s no longer shocking anymore. However, when it’s your cat we’re talking about he just feels so powerless. You just adored the fur baby so much and he likes seeing that smile on you that’s why he’s content watching you from afar as you coddled your cat petting the little one with so much adoration. Plus, everytime he tried to join you kitty will hiss at him uwu...He can’t even get rid of the little one bc it’s too cute and it reminded him of himself, homeless and stary. You noticed that he’s been feeling so melancholic lately that’s why you let him enter your room while you cat was sleeping. Zenitsu immediately jumped and laid his head over your lap. He hugged your waist and wept in quiet. “I really thought you don’t love me anymore.” uwuwuwuwu After receiving power-up cuddles from you, he made it his mission to get your cat’s affection. Wishing him all the best!

»—KYOJURO

He may seem like the non-jealous type, but he is. He’s just passive aggressive about it and most likely knows how to use his charm to win the situation over. If you’re going to focus closely, he’s been cockblocking everyone who tried to flirt with you. Someone said you’re beautiful, Kyojuro came into the picture and said, “I know, right?  My Y/N is so beautiful.” Bright smile and chuckles. Someone gave you flowers, he took it instead before handing it over to you, “Thank you for giving my love those wonderful flowers. Aren’t they beautiful, love?” while putting an arm around you still wearing that infectious bright smile and energy you wouldn’t even know if he’s being sarcastic already. 

»—GIYUU

Torn between getting jealous or not. You’ll notice him to be more introspective yet inquisitive. His line of questioning is so detective-like: “Who are those from?” / “How long have you been close?” / “Why was she/he looking at you like that?” / “You seem to have quite an understanding” / “Is he/she married?” / Shouldn’t he/she go home already? I’m goddamn jealous wth is this?! At the end of the day, he rested his chin on your shoulder from behind and wrapped his arms around you. “Do you still love me?” He asked. “Yes, I do and will always do,” you answered. He tightened his embrace and squeezed in further to you, “Don’t leave me, okay?”

»—SANEMI

Not really the jealous type. You can hang out with people and he won’t budge but if he noticed that someone is taking his Y/N-time and you keep blabbering about that someone even when you’re together, beware and be prepared. “What is this? Someone this someone that again?” You’ll notice him get pissed. However, when that person makes a move on you in front him. He’ll pull you close to him and will give that person the deadliest death glare like he’s gonna rip that person apart with just his arms, oh no.  He’ll hold your hand so people will know you’re taken and when you get home, he’ll make sure you’ll remember no other man but him ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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[heyiwrotesomethings]

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ShinoMitsu Week 2021 Day One: (Music, Seasons, Apologies) Honestly kind of seasons too a little bit.

A/N: WARNING: MANGA SPOILERS AHEAD. Writings without spoilers will begin on day four, come back then! This is probably the saddest thing I’ve ever written. Of course being me though, there is some comfort along with the hurt and a hopeful ending that will be pursued throughout the week. Hope you guys like it! Word Count: 4,280

Seriously, some major manga spoilers. Stop reading if you care! I’d hate to ruin someone’s day.

Shinobu rubbed her eyes against the harsh flash of light, blinking as the light faded into a much more manageable brightness reminiscent to that of a fair weathered day. She put a hand to her chest and took a deep breath, appreciating how easily the air rushed into her lungs without obstruction.

It was over, she had done it. With the help of Kanao and Inosuke, that demon would never eat another woman again. Shinobu was fine with being the bastard’s last meal since he had ended up choking on her in the end. Months of preparation had let up to this moment and she was grateful it hadn’t all been for nothing.

She had taken her time, ignoring the pull on her very soul. She wanted to make sure that the Demon Moon’s demise was certain. Now that he was gone, Shinobu found herself in a field of tall, green grass and wildflowers. Sakura trees were scattered around her in full bloom. Her demon slayer uniform had been replaced by an autumnal kimono that fit snugly over her body. The pattern was certainly a stark contrast to her surroundings, but she hardly minded.

The most prominent thoughts in Shinobu’s mind at the moment were related to why she was here, what was here? She felt like she was waiting for someone in this field. Her heart was heavy and her lungs felt tight. Rather than linger, she assumed it was some phantom pain left over from her final battle. She decided that she would walk to keep her mind off of it.

Each step seemed to make the very ground vibrate with energy that Shinobu could feel crawl up her skin in warm waves. She kept going and as she traveled, the scenery shifted around her.

She watched with parted lips as memories manifested around her, fading back behind her as she walked past, creating new ones beside her. If she stepped back, the older memories would rejuvenate and replay for her but she didn’t dwell long. She didn’t need any reminders of the life she left behind, she had squared away all of her business weeks ago while her body grew steadily more toxic. She had done what any person who knew they were going to die would do and took care to make sure she could pass on with no regrets.

Shinobu paused in front of one memory as muffled laughter caught her attention. It was a mundane memory of cooking with her pupils, joined by the Kamados and company. Something that they had done together several times. The smile that tugged at Shinobu’s lips was bittersweet. Yes, she had no regrets, but there was certainly a feeling of longing that she would have to learn to accept as a part of herself for however long she’d linger here.

Shinobu carried on as memories bad, pleasant and mundane came and went with no rhyme or reason to the order of their appearance. At some point she had allowed her mind to wander and the already muffled sounds devolved into white noise.

She wasn’t sure what she had expected from the afterlife, but it certainly wasn’t this. How long had she been here? Was she really expected to watch eighteen years worth of snippets from her own life? She had already lived it, it was short and painful but admittedly there was light in it too.

“Shinobu!”

She froze.

“Shinobu, doesn’t it look good? I can’t wait to try it, we did such a good job!”

“It does smell nice, doesn’t it?” Shinobu heard herself say.

She slowly turned towards the memory, she couldn’t stop herself even if she wanted to. Gods, she could never give up an opportunity to see that girl again, even if it was all in her mind.

There was Mitsuri in all her glory. The memory was of one of their baking adventures with some western recipe Mitsuri had learned.

Shinobu smiled wistfully, watching herself wipe flour from Mitsuri’s flushed cheeks before walking on, allowing the memory to dissipate.

Not long after the crack of a wooden sword snapped up her attention.

“Why are you making yourself weaker?”

Ah, Shinobu remembered that day all too well. Mitsuri had been neglecting herself and Obanai had asked Shinobu to check up on her. It was hard to see someone gifted with such strength try to throw it all away. She was glad she had been able to help Mitsuri grow to be more comfortable in her own skin and in a way, she helped Shinobu do the same.

Another step, another memory. This one stung a bit actually. She and Mitsuri had been walking through the estate gardens together while the taller girl shared her woes about not finding a man stronger than her to sweep her off her feet and marry her.

“You’re so pretty and mature, Shinobu. I bet you could get a husband—” Mitsuri snapped her fingers, “—like that! Have you ever thought about it, Shinobu?”

“Marriage is something I’ve never given much thought to.” Shinobu had said, focusing her attention on a small, white butterfly floating through the breeze.

“Really? No man has ever made your heart race before? Usually when I meet someone I like, I can’t help but picture what the wedding would be like.” Mitsuri gushed.

“Oh? Have you ever pictured one for us? You like me best, don’t you?” Shinobu teased.

Mitsuri froze for a beat before her skin lit up and her arms started flailing. Her words were tumbling over each other making them unintelligible. Shinobu managed a laugh, allowing the conversation to be pushed elsewhere. The far off look in her eyes seemingly going unnoticed by her companion.

Yes, Shinobu hadn’t put much thought into marriage. She had never really seen the appeal of the men her sister, and then Mitsuri, had occasionally gushed over, but the idea of finding someone you would want to spend the rest of your life with did sound nice.

“That was never an option,” Shinobu sighed to herself, “not for me. I hope you find someone who will treat you right when the fight is won, Mitsuri.”

She continued on, walking a bit faster. She hoped the end would come soon because the novelty of this little trip down memory lane had run dry long ago.

More memories manifested and dissolved only fast enough for Shinobu to see snippets. Kanae and herself moving Himejima-san’s boulder, taking in Kanao and the other girls, feeding her fish with Nezuko, training Tanjirou, Zenitsu and Inosuke, teasing Tomioka, cultivating poison with Tamayo, a moment with her mother and father, telling Kanao about her plan that would ultimately take her life.

It was exhausting. Shinobu just wanted to be done. She did not see reason to dwell on her life. She had no regrets. She had no unfinished business. She just wanted to move on already.

“Ah!”

Shinobu stumbled backwards as a fog grew before her, blocking her path. Before now, the visions had only ran parallel to her. The cloud swirled with light painted edges, glowing faintly until the memory surfaced. It couldn’t have been more than a week before and Shinobu’s throat felt dry as she watched herself choke back another dose of powdered wisteria seeds.

The petals would have been a relatively harmless alternative, but the toxic seeds promised a stronger reaction and she could gain more potency from one seed than hundreds of petals worth of tea. Shinobu had been careful with her dosing, but that didn’t mean that she couldn’t feel it’s affects on her body.

The image of Shinobu coughed, swallowing water in an attempt to soothe her burning mouth. She groaned softly, sitting back in her chair and gingerly cupping a hand over her stomach. She closed her eyes only for them to snap open at the sound of knocking at her office door.

“Shinobu, are you working hard in there? Can I come in?” Mitsuri had called from the other side.

Shinobu winced as she sat up, wiping sweat from her forehead. She took a deep breath and it scratched her throat unpleasantly but nonetheless, she fixed a smile on her face and called Mitsuri in.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything, but I saw, uh, Tamayo-san, was it? I was her and her assistant retiring for the day and I thought I’d get the chance to see you then.” Mitsuri said.

“You aren’t interrupting anything, I’m glad to see you,” Shinobu motioned for Mitsuri to make herself at home and she did so with a happy hum, sitting on top of the lab table Shinobu was sitting at. “Can I do something for you?”

“Well, there was one thing,” Mitsuri began sheepishly, lightly swinging her legs as she presented her hand to Shinobu knuckles up, “I grazed my hand during a round of Hashira training and I know I could patch it up myself, but you always do it better.”

Shinobu gingerly brought Mitsuri’s hand to her face to examine the superficial damage and nodded, “I can take care of this. One moment please.”

“Take all the time you need.”

Shinobu stood, hiding her pained expression by turning her head towards the medicine cabinet she kept in her office. She walked over to it, taking an antibacterial spray and some thin bandages before turning back towards Mitsuri, watching her with those bright pastel green eyes that reminded Shinobu of spring.

She stood before Mitsuri scooping up the damaged hand once more.

“This may sting a bit.” Shinobu warned quietly before spraying Mitsuri’s knuckles.

The older girl closed her eyes, the burning, prickly feeling causing her to whine. Shinobu chuckled good-naturedly bringing the hand closer to her face almost close enough to touch her lips. She blew a gentle, cooling breath of air over the knuckles.

“Does that feel better?” She asked.

“Yes, thank you,” Mitsuri blushed, looking down, “I’m sorry, that was childish of me.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” Shinobu said seriously.

She finished wrapping Mitsuri’s hand and held it between her own. Shinobu looked up, a tired smile on her face.

“All done.”

“Shinobu, you look so tired. Are you well?” Mitsuri asked, looking concerned.

“I’m fine. The research I’m doing with Tamayo-san is just very involved and intricate.”

“I wish there was something I could do to help,” Mitsuri frowned.

“It refreshes me just to see you.” Shinobu had said without thinking. “Your vibrance warms me like the sun.”

“Really?” Mitsuri squeaked, her hands cupping her own cheeks as they bloomed pink.

Shinobu felt her own skin prickle as blood buzzed through her ears. She held firm though, even if she hadn’t planned to say something so... poetic, she did mean it. In fact, she had more she’d like to say. Ever since she had began her doses, she had become more and more aware of her mortality. The final fight was fast approaching.

“Really.” She replied simply.

“Aw, Shinobu!” Mitsuri launched herself into Shinobu’s arms, making Shinobu have to take several quick steps backwards to keep them both upright. “You’re making my heart go, ‘bwahh woo!’”

“Is that a good thing?” Shinobu giggled.

“Very!” Mitsuri nodded vigorously.

Mitsuri held Shinobu for a few minutes, humming and swaying. She really was like the sun. Shinobu could fall asleep standing up if it was in Mitsuri’s warm embrace.

Unexpectedly, Shinobu was lifted over Mitsuri’s shoulder causing her to release a surprised gasp. The position was uncomfortable for her stomach but it hardly registered in comparison to being carried by the taller girl.

“Mitsuri, what are you doing?”

“Taking you to bed. You’re so tired you almost fell asleep just then.”Mitsuri cooed.

“I can walk...”

“Let me be your legs for a little bit. It’s me paying you back for always helping me.”

Whatever methods Shinobu tried to use to coax Mitsuri to put her down proved futile. She simply strode through the halls humming and waving at any passerby she happened to see. Shinobu was embarrassed, but couldn’t bring herself to be angry. Not when Mitsuri was so genuinely happy.

Before long, they made it to Shinobu’s room. Mitsuri put her down and helped her get ready for bed. There was a part of Shinobu that disliked the treatment. It made her feel small and weak. There was another part of her however, that was desperate to keep Mitsuri close and if the older Hashira wanted to help her pick her sleep ware and brush her hair she would take it.

Before Mitsuri left, she even went as far as to tuck Shinobu in, stopping with her face close enough to Shinobu’s that she feared the Love Pillar could find every insecurity she ever held in her eyes. Mitsuri tucked back a swatch of Shinobu’s hair.

“Shinobu... sleep well, okay?” Mitsuri said after a moment.

“I will, thank you for bringing me here.” Shinobu nodded, her eyelids already drooping.

“Whenever you need.” Mitsuri smiled.

Before Mitsuri could leave Shinobu felt compelled to speak, to share that part of herself that she had been keeping from her friend.

“Mitsuri...” Shinobu paused, her throat clenched and sweat recollected on her brow. She was suddenly frightened.

“Yes?”

“... be safe.” Shinobu said instead, her heart ached at the sweet smile Mitsuri flashed her.

“I will. See you soon Shinobu.”

Then she left and the room was bathed in darkness.

Shinobu clutched at her kimono and fell to the otherworldly grass beneath her. Shinobu didn’t have any regrets. She refused to. What was the point of looking back on things she had no power to change? She didn’t want to be here anymore and the white noise of the memories around her only seemed to grow louder and louder until she couldn’t bottle it anymore and clutched her head tightly between her hands and screamed,

“Shut up!”

The sound dissipated.

“Enough!” Shinobu breathed raggedly.

Whatever sounds remained were carried off like whispers on the wind as if spooked by the Hashira’s sharp tone. Shinobu stayed glued to the ground, her hands migrating from her ears to cover her eyes instead as she tried to reign in her emotions. Why, she wasn’t sure. There wasn’t much reason to keep her feelings under wraps anymore, but one simply doesn’t swallow down their boiling blood for years and then stop, even in death apparently.

She fell onto her back, stretching out as best she could in the kimono she was wearing. She noticed for the first time that the sky was blank, just empty, uniform white that looked cold despite its brightness. It hardly matched rich greens of the tall grasses or the colorful wildflowers, the vibrant pink blossoms that fell from the trees.

After laying back for so long, Shinobu was beginning to think that this was it. She was destined to be stuck here forever. She sighed, there could be worse places. She felt a shiver roll through her body as the air changed suddenly, but she simply rolled to her side.

“...?”

Shinobu blinked, sitting up on her elbows to peer through the tall brush curiously. She thought she had heard something, but it sounded far off whatever it was. She shook her head and laid back down. It was probably just some remnants of her memories.

“...!”

Still indistinguishable, but louder. Shinobu’s brows creased and she forced herself to stand, looking for the source in earnest now.

A ways off, she thought she could see a figure in the sakura tree grove. She rubbed at her eyes. Her mind had to be playing tricks on her. No one else could possibly be here. Why would there be? Whatever it was, it seemed to turn in Shinobu’s direction and noticed her as well. Much like Shinobu, the entity didn’t seem to know what to think of her but appeared to be cautiously making its way towards her.

Shinobu decided to move forward as well to meet them halfway. She was already dead, what was the worst that could happen? As she got closer it became glaringly obvious who the figure was supposed to be. Even though she was still a ways off, Shinobu would recognize that watermelon toned hair anywhere.

Shinobu stopped moving. Trying to process what this meant. Some other way to torment her perhaps? When she had first arrived, she felt like she was waiting for someone and that feeling was slowly dwindling down the closer they got. It was a feeling that chilled Shinobu’s blood.

The figure must have noticed she had stopped moving because now they appeared to be running, running as best as they could in the flowery kimono they were sporting.

Shinobu felt an urge to run in the opposite direction but her feet stood frozen to the ground as the person got closer and closer until Shinobu could hear her yell,

“Shinobu! Oh my gods, Shinobu!”

Shinobu stared wide-eyed watching Mitsuri run up to her with tears glistening in her eyes, her cheeks wet and flushed from the excursion. Mitsuri was a beautiful vision Shinobu couldn’t take her eyes away from and then, Mitsuri tripped and fell to the ground with an audible, ‘oomph!’, disappearing into the tall grass.

Slowly, Shinobu’s brain started working again and her feet moved on their own accord until she was kneeling beside the other girl. Her hands hovered just above her, afraid to touch.

Mitsuri had no qualms about it however, and made quick work sitting up on her knees to embrace Shinobu tightly while tears continued to smear down her cheeks.

Slowly, Shinobu hugged back. She couldn’t help herself. Even if this was just some hallucination, she felt compelled to comfort her.

“Shinobu, I was so sad! I heard a crow report your death while I was fighting. I thought I’d never see you again and I felt really terrible.” Mitsuri cried, clutching tightly to Shinobu’s kimono. Afraid that if she let go, the younger girl would disappear.

What happened? What was this? Shinobu couldn’t understand. She shook her head, Mitsuri couldn’t truly be here. She was going to live on because she was strong. She was going to find love and get married like she always wanted. She wasn’t supposed to be here with her.

“You weren’t supposed to die.” Shinobu said aloud, her voice wavered slightly.

“And you were?” Mitsuri sniffled, another tear rolling over her cheek. “What happened Shinobu?”

“I... I faced the demon who killed my sister. He devoured me, but at a price. Kanao and Inosuke finished him off.”

“At a price, what do you mean Shinobu?”

Shinobu turned her head away, “I had been dosing my body with poison for months before the battle. It was the best way to assure my victory in the end.”

“You were planning that all this time. I knew something wasn’t right but I didn’t even try find out what was wrong,” Mitsuri wiped her nose with her sleeve.

“I hope you aren’t blaming yourself, I wouldn’t have told you even if you asked what I was up to. You had your own demons to fight.”

“But I wanted to be there for you! I remember how tired you looked the last time I got to see you. I thought we had more time, but then... Oyakata-sama and the explosion. I thought we had more time.” Mitsuri repeated through shaky breaths.

“Mitsuri...” Shinobu frowned. She had convinced herself years ago that she was on borrowed time, but Mitsuri had never seen it like that. Had it been cruel of her not to share her intentions?

“There was so much I wanted to do with you, so much I wanted to say that I didn’t even realize until I knew you were gone,” Mitsuri loudly sniffled again and Shinobu frowned into her shoulder, “I didn’t have time to mourn you properly, I had to keep fighting for everyone. I had to help fight Kibutsuji with everything I had so no one we lost died in vain.”

“You fought against Kibutsuji?” Shinobu asked, feeling a mixture of awe with a sting of, what, envy for making it that far? Sympathy for having to forge forward as comrades fell around her?

“I, uh, ripped his arms off actually.” Mitsuri exhaled a weak laugh at Shinobu’s expression. “It wasn’t enough, obviously, but after that it was... pretty much over for me.” Mitsuri sat back a bit, one hand over her chest while the other cupped her head. The wounds she sustained were gone, but their effects were still faintly felt.

Shinobu gently took hold of the hand Mitsuri held to her head, placing it on her lap with a comforting squeeze.

“You gave your all. You should be proud of yourself, I know I am.”

“Thank you,” Mitsuri wiped her eyes with her free hand. “We did it Shinobu, I was kind of already out of it by then, but Iguro-san told me we won, that Kibutsuji was defeated.”

“That’s... that’s really wonderful to hear. That’s honesty incredible news.” Shinobu smiled warmly whilst tears stung the corners of her eyes.

“I wish we could have seen it together, Shinobu. The world without demons.” Mitsuri kept a brave smile, but it was a watery one. She pulled her hand tentatively back up to her tear stained face, still holding Shinobu’s hand so it was cupped between her own hand and cheek, “I wish we could have done a lot of things together.” She confessed in a cracked whisper.

“Mitsuri?” Shinobu searched her face, trying to understand, but if the tightness in her chest was anything to go by, she already did.

“Shinobu, I love you! I love you a lot and I’m so upset that I didn’t tell you before. I’m so sorry!”

Shinobu simpered and brushed her captive thumb across Mitsuri’s cheek.

“You actually told me quite often how fond you were of me. You needn’t apologize, I always knew you looked upon me favorably.” Shinobu comforted. Mitsuri shook her head.

“I’m in love with you!” Mitsuri spoke with conviction, her pastel green eyes sprung fresh tears like a spring shower.

Shinobu’s lips parted in surprise.

“I wanted to tell you, really tell you, but I was so scared you wouldn’t like me at all anymore if I told you. I thought, the more time we spent together, maybe I’d find the courage to tell you... Oh, Shinobu,” Mitsuri reached her sleeve out to the other girl and gently wiped her face. Shinobu hadn’t realized she was crying.

Once she fully registered it, it was like a damn had burst.

As Shinobu’s breathing become more labored, erratic, Mitsuri pulled her to her chest and Shinobu clung tightly to her kimono. Years worth of anger and pain came in the form of hot tears. She couldn’t help but think of Kanae in her final moments, telling her to find love, to grow old and have a happy life. Even if she had tried to do what her sister had asked of her, it was always meant to end in tragedy.

“I love you too, so much. I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough to tell you.”

“If I don’t need to apologize, then you shouldn’t either. It’s alright, it probably would have hurt more, don’t you think?”

“I don’t know, it still hurts pretty damn bad.” Shinobu replied with a shuddering laugh and Mitsuri gave a weak giggle of her own.

They sat quietly for awhile in each other’s embrace, letting the rustling of the grass fill the silence between them. They could feel it, something was pulling at them, exhausting them as they tried to hold onto each other as long as possible. Whatever this supernatural intervention was, it seemed to be coming to an end. Mitsuri spoke up again, sounding quite fatigued as she ran her hand through Shinobu’s hair.

“Shinobu, if we were reborn again in the world without demons, could we try being together the way we only dreamed to be?”

“Of course, I’d love nothing more.” Shinobu whispered, reaching up to cradle Mitsuri’s face once more. Her arms felt heavy like lead.

Mitsuri hadn’t the strength to keep herself upright and slowly sunk in the direction of Shinobu’s body until their foreheads met. Shinobu, unable to keep them both up, fell to her back with Mitsuri flat on top of her.

“I’m really tired,” Mitsuri’s eyes drooped. She snuggled her nose into Shinobu’s neck.

“Yes, it won’t be long now.” Shinobu wasn’t really sure what it was, but it felt familiar.

“Shinobu, could I give you a kiss before I go to sleep?”

“Yes, please.”

With a grunt of effort, Mitsuri rose herself up slightly on wobbly elbows and bumped noses with Shinobu who was fighting to keep her eyes open. With perhaps a bit more force than intended, Mitsuri’s lips met Shinobu’s.

The kiss was ever so soft and a tad salty. It was rather short, but filled with loving intent. Mitsuri’s arms gave out and she came back down over Shinobu with a light grunt, her forehead bumped against Shinobu’s cheek. With a bit of effort, Shinobu turned her head, resting another kiss over Mitsuri’s hair, the other girl could hardly make a sound but Shinobu could tell she was pleased with the small affection.

It could have been a trick of her blurred vision, but Shinobu swore the once blank sky was now bathed in blue, a large, bright sun shining over them.

Shinobu smiled and allowed her eyes to finally fall completely shut, confident that she and Mitsuri would find each other again and enjoy the product of their hard work and sacrifice in another life.

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[wisteriashouse]

I saw percy jackson au! one the troupe's list and i never tap the ask button this fast/no. Maybe a drabble where kyo and his team lost against gn reader on capture the flag because reader keeps distracting him when they're facing each other so reader's team can take the flag? (Let's say that kyo is the strongest opponent since he can wields sword better than anyone else 😂)

Also who do u think kyo's immortal parent is? I can picture him being an apollo's son since kyo always reminded me of the sun itself hshshs -✨

pairing: rengoku kyoujurou x gn!reader

genre: fluff; pjo!au

word count: 1899

a/n: rip word count and the word drabble but here it is!! might do a pjo! au headcanon one day... this event really is no good for my soul... i hope you enjoy it!!

“Do you think we can win?”

It’s Tanjirou’s first Capture The Flag game, bless the sweet kid’s innocent soul, you think. Both of you are crouched behind a line of bushes near Zephyrus’ Creek together with the rest of your team - Blue, for this round - your weapons in hand as you wait for the scouts you’d sent out to return. 

“Well, it’s hard to say.” You try to be positive, waving your hand vaguely. Tanjirou’s eyes are fixed on you, wide with curiosity. It’s only his first week here, so he hasn’t had a chance to meet most of the older campers that have been away on missions. Lucky for him that Sanemi is probably still somewhere out in the strait of Messina with Tomioka hunting Charybdis, you think. The poor kid would have been scared off in seconds. “There are some people who could probably change the tide, but most of those people are off doing solo missions away from Camp Half Blood, so our teams are pretty balanced at the moment-”

“He’s back!” You rise to your feet at the noise to see Zenitsu (a son of Zeus), one of the scouts your team had sent out earlier, splashing his way back across the river. “Rengoku is back in Camp Half Blood!”

All around you, a collective groan rises into the air, the Athena campers behind you grumbling about how their strategies are all messed up now and they need to regroup. 

“Shot at me, the second I breathed in the flag’s direction. Missed me on purpose too, just to show off.” Grumbling when he finally reaches your team’s side of the river, Zenitsu gratefully accepts Tanjirou’s outstretched hand, the younger boy pulling him into the shelter of the bushes. “Guess we’ll be doing clean up duty for the whole of next week.”

“Now, now, Zenitsu, don’t give up so fast.” You nudge the younger boy in the side encouragingly. He’s sopping wet from his little swim in the river. “There’s still a chance! We still have Muichirou and Shinobu on our team, don’t we?”

Zenitsu lets out a whine. “But they’re not Rengoku.” He complains. The entire time, Tanjirou glances between the two of you, confused. 

“Who’s Rengoku?” 

“He’s head counselor for the Apollo cabin.” Zenitsu explains, wiping the river water off his lightning spear. “He’s one of the best fighters in the entire camp, on par with even the head counselor of the War God’s cabin, Shinazugawa Sanemi! Not to mention that he’s handsome and cool and half of the Aphrodite kids can’t help falling over themselves every time he walks by, asking him to teach them how to write love sonnets.” He gags at the words. "As if they aren't just waiting to take a piece out of him, the damn piranhas."

You cover your mouth with your hand to stifle a laugh. “Well, he does write very good love poems,” you supply helpfully, and Zenitsu rolls his eyes. “Yes, yes, of course you would know, since-”

“[last], we have a new plan!” Shinobu calls airily from behind you, interrupting Zenitsu. Turning around, you see the daughter of Hecate striding up to you with a smile on her face. It’s one that you’ve seen all too many times when she’s plotting something, and now that you’re on the receiving end of that smile, you’re not quite sure that you like it.

You squint at her suspiciously. “What is it?”

“You,” Shinobu answers with her usual smile, pausing for dramatic effect, “will be in charge of distracting Kyoujurou!”

You stare at her for a moment before you shake your head furiously. “No, no, no, there’s no way I’m doing that. I’d be shot full of arrows like a porcupine before I so much as touch the flag - I’d rather clean the Pegasus stalls for a week.”

“Oh, come on, have a little confidence in yourself!” Shinobu hums, the expression on her face practically radiating nefarious intent behind her sweet smile. “There’s no way he would hurt you, he’s your boyfriend, after all.”

To your side, you see Tanjirou’s mouth form a silent ‘o’ of realization, piecing together everything you and Zenitsu had been conversing about earlier. Flustered, you shake your head again.

“This isn’t going to work!” You insist, even as Shinobu tugs you to your feet and steers you in the direction of the river. “Shinobu, you know what Kyoujurou is like! He isn’t going to be distracted by me at all!”

“Oh, I know Rengoku very well,” Shinobu’s eyes curve into little crescents. “I think you’ll find yourself surprised, [last]. All you need to do is distract Rengoku, we’ll do the rest. Our entire team is counting on you!”

Helplessly, you turn to the two boys crouched behind the bushes. Zenitsu looks like he’s trying his best not to burst into laughter, and Tanjirou, the pure hearted boy, only gives you an encouraging thumbs up.

With a sigh, you turn around and march into the Red Team’s territory all alone.

It doesn’t take you long to reach the flag.

Although not quite as talented in direct combat as some of your fellow campers are, you’re skilled in your own ways as well, moving silently through the underbrush and disabling any traps that you’ve found - products of the Hephaestus cabin, no doubt. After narrowly avoiding springing a Greek fire trap, you manage to make your way to the location of the flag completely undetected.

Sidling up behind a tree, you glance around the trunk to observe the battle ground. And just as you do-

Thunk!

You barely dodge out of the way in time, a blur of gold embedding itself in the wood of the tree you’re taking cover behind. So Zenitsu was right - he really is back from his mission, and although the two of you are on opposing sides for this Capture The Flag match, you’re happy to know that he’s back safe and sound, uninjured enough to participate in this game.

“Is that you, darling?” He calls out, and you have to hold back your smile at the pet name. You haven’t seen him in a week, and hearing his voice after so long makes you want to just rush out to give him a hug. “I know it’s you, love.”

“It’s been a week since you’ve seen me last, and an arrow to the face is how you greet me?” You call out from behind the tree, slightly teasing. “I’m hurt, Kyo.”

“I knew you’d be able to dodge it.” Kyoujurou laughs. When you peer behind the tree again, you see your boyfriend standing there in his orange Camp Half Blood tee and jeans, leisurely nocking another arrow into his bow. “I won’t go easy on you if you attempt to steal the flag.”

“I’m not here for the flag,” you answer, and it’s only a half lie when you continue. “I’m here because I missed you.”

If you were even a little less observant, you would have missed the way Kyoujurou’s hands falter ever so slightly in the midst of nocking his arrow, before he covers it up with one of his usual booming laugh. “You’re not going to distract me like that!” He declares, and you stifle a quiet laugh of your own, your heart beating a little faster in your chest. “But,” his voice softens, “I missed you too, when I was away. One week felt like forever to me.”

Warmth touches your cheeks, but before you can smile too much, you smack your cheek lightly. Get it together, you scold yourself, you’re supposed to be distracting him, not the other way around!

With that, you take a deep breath and rise to your feet. You could never hope to beat Kyoujurou face on in combat, but you don’t have to - all you need to do is to distract him so that Shinobu can do... whatever she has planned.

You step out from behind the tree, and immediately Kyoujurou’s golden eyes lock onto you. You take the time to take in his handsome features, the warmth in his eyes, the fresh band-aid on his left cheek, did he get injured while on his mission? 

“Changing strategy, love?” Kyoujurou calls out, looking amused. He tightens his grip on the bow when you take a single step forward. “Ah, ah, stay right there, or I’ll shoot.”

A frisson of excitement runs through you at the words, and you halt your steps, looking up at Kyoujurou with a smile. At this range, Kyoujurou has no chance of missing - you’ve seen him strike targets from yards away. “You won’t shoot me,” you hum, and with that, you take another step forward. True to Shinobu’s words, he lifts the bow, but makes no move to draw. 

“I missed you very much, Kyoujurou. I did read all the poems you left for me, but it doesn’t feel as nice when it’s not your voice reading them to me.” You lower your voice to a soft, longing tone. It’s not hard, considering just how badly you’ve yearned to see him over the past week. “It just made me miss you even more.”

You see a tinge of pink touch Kyoujurou’s cheeks. “I’ll read them for you tonight, if you want.” Taking another step forward, you gesture at his cheek. “Did you get hurt on your mission?”

“No, I got it while shaving today morning. I was distracted because I was too excited about coming back.” Kyoujurou lets out a sheepish laugh. Out of the corner of your eye, you see some bushes rustle behind Kyoujurou. 

“Well, you’re home now.” You’re almost within Kyoujurou’s reach now. If he decides to tackle you to the ground, you’d be out of the game even before you can so much as say ‘Zeus’. “With me.”

“Now!”

All of a sudden, a weighted net falls out of nowhere onto the both of you, and you’re sent falling by its weight. Before you can hit the ground, however, Kyoujurou wraps you securely in his arms, taking the brunt of the impact as you end up on his chest.

“Kyo!”

“Very well done, [last]!” Shinobu’s voice chirps from behind you, and you turn around to see Shinobu striding up to the both of you, the Mist melting off her. From beneath you, Kyoujurou laughs loudly, his chest shaking from amusement.

“This was your doing, wasn’t it, Kochou?” Kyoujurou shakes his head, a smile still on his lips. To the side, another figure slips out of the darkness, fingers wrapping around the flag Kyoujurou had been guarding before his entire body leaves the shadows.

“You just had to use [last] as a part of your plan.” Obanai says accusingly, jabbing his finger at Shinobu. The daughter of Hecate only shrugs innocently. “I had to watch all of that flirting, I don't think my eyes will ever recover. I'll need to wash them out with bleach,” he shudders in disgust. “I’m never going along with your plan again.”

“Now, now, there's no need to be such a drama queen." Shinobu tilts her head to the side, her smile still perfectly in place. "We won, so there’s no harm, is there? I’ll be sure to do the same for you when Kanroji returns from her exchange with Camp Jupiter.”

“You’ll do no such thing, you-”

With a shake of the head, you turn back to Kyoujurou, who’s still fighting to keep down his laughter. Gently, you let the pads of your fingers trace his face, his cheekbones, his defined jawline, before you tap at his lips, the corners of his mouth quirking up into a smile as he looks up at you.

“Welcome back, Kyo.” You whisper, and lean down to kiss him. 

#rengoku #rengoku fanfic #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro #kyoujurou #rengoku kyojuro x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer fanfic #demon slayer fanfiction #demon slayer kyojuro #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba fanfic #kimetsu rengoku #kimetsu kyojuro #kny fanfic #kny kyojuro #kny

[thgreatestblue]

wherever you stray (i follow)

➜ pairing: giyuu tomioka x tsuguko!reader ➜ warnings: manga spoilers ➜ words: 2.2k ➜ a/n: english is not my native language, please be kind <3 ➜ ao3

summary: When the final battle started, your feet moved before you could think — hoping fate was on your side. You needed to find Giyuu.

I.

As the night fell, all it took was an explosion coming from Oyakata-sama’s house to break the illusion that everything was fine, that they still had time. In a blink of an eye everything changed. And you found yourself running.

It was torturing, knowing that no matter what, everything led to this moment and there was nothing you, or anyone, could do about it.  A cruel string of fate attached to your life and everyone around you. You had hoped, even prayed — something you’re not used to. Anything to make the outcome of this battle better than everyone expected it. It was the end, for better or for worse. You weren’t ready to let it go just yet, though.

Your feet moved quickly, your thoughts even faster. Musan’s castle was filled with demons and traps, but nothing you couldn’t handle. After all, you’ve been training with the Water Pillar, Giyuu Tomioka, for about a year.

It had been a miracle; Giyuu accepting you in his life so easily. You were sure that he was going to deny your request, considering that he was so closed off from everyone else, even the Pillars. He never had a Tsuguko before. And on top of that, his reputation wasn’t the best either, the rumors could easily paint a terrible picture of him, one that many choose to believe. But not you.

Even though his portrait was poorly drawn, you knew something had changed in him when he came back from a mission a few years ago. You didn’t consider yourself good at reading people, but it was crystal clear  — at least for you  — that he had seen something that had changed the way he carried himself.

Maybe it was because you always had your eyes on him whenever you had the rare opportunity to see him pass by. Your friends would pick on you for being so obvious. You couldn’t help though. It was the way Giyuu graciously carried himself, the elegance and calmness of his movements would always leave you mesmerized. But most important, his deep blue eyes, although always in a blank stare, would always make you think how much prettier they would be, only if it held any kind of emotion.

At some point it, you didn’t know if it was just admiration or if there was something else below the surface.

One day, by accident, you bumped into him. And you noticed the way his gaze was somehow more intense. The way his shoulder seemed to be carrying something even heavier than the last time you saw him.

Your first thought was that you wanted to help him carry that weight, even when you didn’t have a single idea of what it was. There must be something more than the rumors had to say about Giyuu, and you were determined to help change that. That was one of the reasons why you had gathered enough courage to talk to him and ask the feared question no one dared to ask anymore. It was a shoot in the dark you were willing to take.

Sweat ran down your forehead. You had your heart on your throat at each passing minute. You found yourself getting anxious, a cold feeling settling on your stomach as the final battle started to unfold around you. You had to find him right now.

The others didn’t matter, nothing around you mattered. The sounds coming from battle faded, the colors turned into a rush of blur. You could not stop moving even though there were so many things happening around you, ears clogged up by the sounds of your own heartbeat.

Musan’s Castle was a disorienting place, at each turn you would find more and more demons sneaking in, trying to take the Corps down. It was a never-ending cycle, seeming almost infinite. However, you had to have faith in the people you worked with, they could handle themselves.

It was such an ironic way of thinking since what you were doing was the complete opposite.

As you turned another corner, feeling hopeless with the way the battle was going, you saw him. And it was the scariest scene you’ve ever seen in your life. Making your heart stop. It froze you in place as you watched the scene unfold in front of you.

Akaza  — you had heard enough about the Upper-Moon to recognize him right away  — was mere inches from Giyuu’s face. Giyuu’s pale cheek had a strange mark adorning his handsome features that you immediately recognized as the mark he told you about a few weeks ago. Pride bloomed in your chest but there wasn’t enough space to feel anything else than fear as his sword moved down onto the demon.

For your horror, who came out bleeding was Giyuu.

Your feet moved before you could think. Before you could analyze the situation any better, to maybe come up with a plan. You would never learn your lesson, and probably that would be the death of you. Because it’s always going to be your heart you’re going to listen first.

"Don't you dare touch him!" You screamed desperately at the Upper-Moon, getting in between him and Giyuu, raising your blade right on time to stop him from landing another punch in his direction.

The impact took the air out of your lungs, your knees almost giving in. It was through sheer adrenaline that they stood firm, feet rooted on the ground. With all the strength left you tried to shove the Demon away.

You had never fought a Lower-Moon before, an Upper-Moon was something totally out of your league. There was still so much you needed to learn, so much you needed to improve. Yet, you threw yourself in a fight that only giants should be in.

Akaza jumped backwards, creating a distance between you two. He looked at his arm that was previously cut by Giyuu, now completely healed. He had a smirk on his face and all you could see was red. Your body burned and you furiously wanted to sink your blade into the Demon's neck and cut, cut and cut.

“Before you say anything,” You whispered to Giyuu, never taking your eyes off the Demon in front of you. “I know you don’t need me.”

As much as you wanted to check on him, it was most likely that both of you would die in a split second. You could only take a quick glance from the corner of your eyes and hope that the cut wasn’t deep. The grip on the hilt of your katana tightened as you heard Giyuu breathing behind you.

Still alive. Good.

Then, there is a pause. A brief moment where everything goes to a disturbing silence. The Upper-Moon watches the interaction between you two. Raising his brows, a slightly curious expression settling on his features. You could swear the Demon was able to hear your heart beating furiously against your ribcage.

Akaza steps forward, a mischievous expression on his face. You immediately take a step back, straining your back, unconsciously moving your body to cover Giyuu’s form. It was stupid, you felt like a little puppy protecting its owner.

The Upper-Demon laughs  — baring his sharp teeth  — a cruel smirk growing on his lips and you knew the Upper-Moon was playing with you. He probably thinks you are a fool.

Well, he wasn’t the only one.

You knew being in this position would only slow Giyuu down. Rengoku had died by the hands of this Demon. It was useless. Tanjirou was out of the battle, paralyzed for some reason. It was hopeless. Giyuu, your precious and talented Giyuu was hurt, bleeding. It was the end.

You didn’t notice when your hands started to shake even though you were determinated to fight. When the grip on the hilt of your katana was so tight it felt like it was burning, vision pulsing like a heartbeat. When the air got stuck in your throat, making it hard to breath.

In a fraction of time, you were on the edge of a cliff, staring down. The darkness of the deep cliff calling out your name, tempting you to jump in. The cruel and playful look on the Demon’s face twists a knife on your stomach  — as if all of your fears came crashing down on you. You were panicking.

Until a gentle hand tenderly touched your shoulder.

“Y/N.”

Giyuu whispers your name and just like, everything stops.

The shakiness of your hands quickly stops, air finally entering your lungs. You immediately calm down. It was like the soothing sound of water flowing down a river. A sound so beautiful and peaceful that it would always make your heart ache but it never failed to clean your mind.

It had been tough, the beginning of your relationship with Giyuu. Even though he had agreed to train you, it wasn’t like you two became friends right away. On the contrary, actually. It was hard to get him to talk to you. It was hard to even know what he wanted you to do during the sparring sessions because the communication was nonexistent. And you had tried. A lot.

The first month left you frustrated, to say the least. Not only did you feel like there was no improvement in your performance, you also felt that it was a waste of Giyuu’s time. Maybe you shouldn’t have asked, he clearly didn’t want you there. Had you read him wrong all this time?

So, after gathering enough courage, you told him what was on your mind. It was always a difficult task to know what Giyuu was thinking since he always had that stoic expression on his beautiful face.

“I just feel that…. You don’t like me.” You finally said what had been bothering you all this time. The assumption wouldn’t leave your mind no matter what. You were insecure and that train of thought would only contribute to leave you restless and irritated. You didn’t know why, but you really wanted him to like you.

“What made you think that?” He genuinely asked, raising his brows a little.

You were caught off guard by that. It was the first time he said anything after you started talking about your worries. Giyuu’s stare was calm and serene, you didn’t sense any anger or annoyance coming from him. You pondered for a while, biting on your bottom lips.

So, you tried to explain. It was a tough task because almost everything you knew about him was trough whispers and gossips. You felt bad for that, it wasn’t like you believed in everything people had to say, however, it was hard to separate those assumptions when he did nothing to change them. You were still hopeful that Giyuu just had a thick armor. One that you were fighting to bring it down.

“Do you think that… everyone feels the same way about me?”

You stared at him for some time, your guard thrown out of the roof. For some reason, you wanted to hug him. Instead, you decided to put your hand on his shoulder. His deep blue eyes staring at you reminded you of the ocean you used to swim when you were a child. Reminded you of home.

“Ugh, maybe…” You said, flinching a little. Even though it was true, it was still uncomfortable to say on someone’s face that people didn’t really think great of them.

“But I like you.”

The embarrassment of that confession would hit you hours later. However, at that moment, it was worth it. The tiny smile tugged on the corner of his lips did funny things to your chest.

In the end, you decided to stay and give another shot. Giyuu didn’t say anything about being bothered by you, so maybe it was just a matter of time. Gratefully, there were improvements in the following months. Even though it wasn’t easy, Giyuu was really trying to be more communicative, and that was all that mattered.

Stripping down all the dark emotions that were starting to eat you right in the spot, you tried to focus on the hand that was touching your shoulder; taking a deep breath, steading yourself.

“I do need you.” He calmly says and your heart skipped a beat or two.

It was so unfair. How Giyuu had such a big impact on you. How he could say anything and you would gladly do it because it was for him. Perhaps it was because you knew he was a good and kind man, underneath the surface and appearance. You trusted him with your life and knew he would take good care of it.

“Let’s fight together.”

Together. That has a nice ring to it.

From the corner of your eyes you see him moving to stand by your side, the tiniest smile tugged on the corner of his lips  — which would never fail to make your chest warm. You shot a quick glance at Tanjiro, who seemed to have recovered from his paralyzed state.

It was now or never.

As you watched the Upper-Moon take a step forward, the only thing you could think was that you two needed to survive this night  — because you still needed to see his beautiful smile once again.

You still needed to see him truly happy.

#tomioka giyuu #tomioka giyu x reader #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny x reader #kny #sometimes i write

[demonslayedher]

Some feelings on the new extended epilogue short in the new fanbook (spoilers below the cut).

“Those two are gonna get married!?”  Oh my gosh, Inosuke is a Zennezu shipper. Look at him. Look at this shipper trash.  That being said, as a Zen Stan this was kind of a painful read, it brings out the absolute worst in him. Such a 180 from the manly development he attained by the end. All this time I had wanted to believe there was something sincere in his reflections on the battles against demons, but no... no... HE WROTE 79 VOLUMES OF CRAP THAT EVEN TANJIROU HAD TO BE MEAN ABOUT. Burn that stuff, Touko.  That being sad, it was kind of a painful read for Inosuke, too. He’s kind of reverting to something very infantile, like reliving a childhood he never got now that he has a mother figure to take care of him. I find it hilarious how despite how InoAoi was something that got shoehorned into the end of the manga, there was only a drop of new InoAoi content in this fanbook and most of the new Inosuke content is about how attached Inosuke has gotten to Nezuko. But also, for Inosuke, reverting means acting more like an animal who needs to be distracted by cattails. Aoi, what do you even see in this man? It must be the pretty face and the big muscles. It has to be. 

Or, after such a stressful experience as fighting Muzan, he and Zenitsu both needed a severe rebound period to process the traumatic experience. Zenitsu being lazy and staying in bed all the time does make him seem a little depressed, even though he channels it through being overindulged. I did not realize from canon how severe the damage to his legs was, which does tickle my “oh, baby!!” heartstrings, though. 

As for Tanjirou, I’m happy to see the charcoal trade being addressed. It does seem absolutely in character for him to want to keep that up, even as the demand for charcoal diminishes. Even today in Reiwa era Japan, there is very little need for charcoal, but those who use it have a deep appreciation for quality, so I’m happy to see that he has a few loyal customers like that.  Kanao as a doctor, though? Never saw that coming. If this is something she started doing after being a Demon Slayer, I can imagine that she made Aoi very, very nervous.  Human Nezuko has always been painted a little saintly, but I really hope that she does still get to see some manliness in Zenitsu (as apparently being protected in the box left a deep impression on her, even though she took a long time to realize that was Zenitsu and it only dawned on her after she witnessed some of his other cool moments). Even if his legs hurt, hopefully he can still be that hisha chess piece to make her heart go doki-doki instead of just a love-starved boy she marries out of kindness. > : / Okay, but Zenitsu being eager for feedback (aka praise) on his writings is SO RELATABLE. And on that note, please excuse some fanfic rambling: 

I had been waiting for this fanbook to come out so I could do some reworking of my canon divergent AU (the one in which Demon King Muzanjiro gets away and the Corp still has work to do in defeating him, and human!Nezuko becomes a demon slayer to try to find a way to save him), which I tried to write in a way I could picture an actual spin-off going. I was shocked after purchasing the first fanbook to realize my understanding of canon geography was way off, and I wanted to see if this would drop any other bombshells on my interpretations (hahaha, it DID, but primarily in regard to Bird Fic). 

In that AU, I had Inosuke, Zenitsu, and Kanao become Pillars, each dealing with the loss and lingering disappearance of Tanjiro, and out of necessity they had all matured in little ways (Inosuke carries shame for not having killed him when he had the chance and being blamed for it by a mourning Corp, Zenitsu carries on the same collected resolve he had in facing Kaigaku and has mentally prepared himself to kill Tanjiro out of kindness, Kanao secretly blames herself for not having moved fast enough to save Tanjiro when she had the chance but has to act in a leadership role that the tattered Corp desperately looks to her for). In that regard, I will probably ignore the fact that they still carry physical damage from the fight with Muzan. Likewise, I had Aoi back in the business of slaying demons (fighting alongside Kanao) and using Insect Breath, but the fanbook says that she was a Water Breath user. A shift in Breath style won’t be hard to incorporate.  But, with Nezuko as my main character, this gives me more to work with. I will still probably stand by a lot of my characterization decisions since I wrote her largely based on her cheerful personality in chapter 204. With these new developments in the fanbook, I’m really pleased with how I wrote her relationship with Inosuke. : D BUT DANG IT, I WILL KEEP MY MANLY ZENITSU AND I WANT TO INCLUDE A LITTLE MORE ZENNEZU IN THE REWRITE. 

#Kimetsu no Yaiba #KnY fandom theories and meta #kinda #hard to think that deeply on something so silly #Zennezu #my fics #Impatience and Hunger

[semicielo]

Hey can I request HC of Tanjiro, Inosuke, Giyuu, Sanemi to a super affectionate chubby s/o (likes to give hugs, back hugs, kisses etc) and is kind hearted, sweet and goofy but when in battle becomes super strong fierce and badass! Thank you in advance:)

Headcanons of Tanjirou - Inosuke - Giyuu and Sanemi x chubby Reader

⇢ A/N: 👁👄👁hello I finally wrote this

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Tanjirou x Reader - Giyuu x Reader - Inosuke x Reader - Sanemi x Reader

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

KAMADO TANJIROU

The purest couple on earth, they were both kind, sweet and helpful with everyone, the difference was that (y/n) was really affectionate.

The first time they meet was in the mountains for the slayer test, he was amazed to see the cute, chubby and gentle face person being one of the strongest over there.

Second time they meet (y/n) helped him and Nezuko, how can he not love them? They helped his beloved sister, without caring if she was a demon.

Nezuko also loved his s/o, she always hold them hand, having the small Nezuko between them.

(y/n) and his sister were the most special beings in his life, carrying always a picture of them, and sending letters with their crowns.

“Tanjirou~!!” He loves to hear them every time he came back from a mission, his s/o run towards them to hug (y/n) and kiss their cheeks, “I missed you Tanjirou~” “I missed you too (y/n)” and rubbed his cheek against (y/n)’s.

(y/n) helps Tanjirou training, even though her some fight moves to help him improve, after a good training session, and shower, they were ready for a cuddling session

He likes to give gifts to his s/o, but for (y/n) their favorite gift was a kiss from their beloved Tanjirou, it’s needles to say that they were 100% into PDA.

If his s/o hugs him he would hug them back the same with kisses and holding hands, he was so in love (y/n) and after all the things that he has been through, he felt true happiness.

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

HASHIBIRA INOSUKE

He doesn’t care about how you look, actually the thing that make him fall for you was your strong facet.

When he saw his s/o fight for the first time he was impressed, excited and amazed “Fight with me now (y/n)!! Let’s see who wins!!”

Their first date started as training dates, to become real ones “what about if after training we have a walk?” “After my mission, do you want to eat at the city?”

He was confused about the affection, so he tried to pissed (y/n) like he once did with Tanjirou, the result, a total fail, (y/n) gave him the sweetest smile ever and gave him some of their food “are you still hungry? We can share”

Surprise hugs, hugs from behind were a must, his s/o really like to surprise him, but it wasn’t like that, “eh? Why aren’t you surprise?” He answers “I can smell you! I know it’s you, I won this encounter”

He is really competitive, but really soft, without knowing what affection is Inosuke’s s/o was willing to teach him how to show love.

“This is a kiss on the cheek” and they kissed him, “I love you so I want to show that to you” “oh” so he kisses (y/n) nose and hugs them, “a kiss on the nos” “nose” he repeated “nose”

His favorite thing that his s/o teach him, apart from martial arts, was to cuddle, he called them soft hugs, “because you are soft, like a pillow, you are my pillow!”

Cute pecks, let’s go slow, he’s still learning.

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

TOMIOKA GIYUU

He couldn’t care less about physical appearance, if his (s/o) was chubby or not, it really doesn’t matter, what he cares about is their mental connection, like their feelings for each other.

For Giyuu his s/o was the most perfect being on earth, a beautiful heart, loyal and strong,

(y/n) was really strong, and that make him want to become stronger to protect them, “but I want to protect you Giyuu” “and I want to be able to protect you too (y/n)”

Their bedtime routine was (y/n) caressing Giyuu’s black hair and gently massaging his scalp, then a goodnight kiss.

They had silent moments, they sitting in front of the lake of his state, his s/o leaning against his chest and playing with his fingers, sometimes kissing his chin, Giyuu’s deep blue eyes met with (y/n)’s, “your eyes are pretty (y/n)” “yours too!”

Giyuu wanted to be all his life with his s/o, he wanted to get marry with them and have family together, he told them once, he was caressing (y/n)’s cheek and told them “when all of this ends, will you marry me?”, with their face blushed (y/n) hug him and answered “how can you ask me that with that expressionless face” they laugh “of course I’ll marry you”

Shinobu enjoys to tease them, the lovey-dovey couple didn’t care if someone saw them hugging or kissing it was more initiated by (y/n) they were always hugging Giyuu, or always holding hands.

Giyuu looked at their hands holding and smile, the times that (y/n) saw that cute smile they yell out of excitement, and look at him with heart eyes.

Hug him, kiss him, give all the love that this men deserves.

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

SHINAZUGAWA SANEMI

Sanemi was pissed at (y/n) goofy actitud, he firmly believed that all the new recruits were more useless, so when he saw the chubby being been clingy, soft and annoying to the others he thought they was a failure.

But he was wrong, he was on a mission with the silly (y/n), they even bring ohagi “Genya told me you love ohagi so I bring some to eat” they were kind, annoyingly kind.

Then time to fight came, and Sanemi was shocked, (y/n) really know how to fight, it was like a professional master, like a veteran at the art of swords, he misjudged them.

“Oh the ohagi’s are fine! Let’s eat!”

They started to train together, (y/n) was a worthy opponent, at the beginning it was also training, until (y/n) started with small talks.

(y/n) was really kind with everyone and everything, time make them become friends to being a couple, and his s/o was the most clingy and affectionate person ever.

Back hugs, front hugs, kisses everywhere in every place, even if Sanemi wasn’t into public PDA he couldn’t say no to his s/o.

They couldn’t walk without his cute s/o hugging his arm.

And he couldn’t go to a mission without them giving him a kiss on his lips and then a tight hug, Sanemi learned how to be affective with (y/n) too, he liked to carry them and sleep together, they bring him peace to his life.

#kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kimetsu no yaiba giyuu #kimetsu no yaiba imagines #kimetsu no yaiba #tanjiro #kny tanjiro kamado #kamado x reader #kamado tanjirō #kamado tanjiro x reader #tanjirou x reader #kamado tanjirou x reader #demon slayer giyuu #tomioka giyuu x reader #giyuu tomioka #tomioka giyuu #giyuu x reader #tomioka x reader #giyuu tomioka x reader #inosuke #inosuke x reader #inosuke hashibira #hashibira inosuke x reader #demon slayer headcanons #demon slayer #demon slayer sanemi #kimetsu no yaiba sanemi #sanemi x reader #sanemi shinaguzawa #shinaguzawa sanemi #shinaguzawa sanemi x reader

[yandere-daydreams]

Tanjiro adopting someone else's darling while his is like "????????"

I can do that, I can *absolutely* do that. I feel like Tanjirou would gather Darlings like a fucking collector, but it’s only natural that he keeps hobbies. You can’t blame a man for having interests, after all.

TW: Implied (Graphic) Violence, Imprisonment, and Dismemberment.

~

You were waiting when he came back from his mission.

It was what Tanjirou expected, the silent routine you’d agreed on after the fifth temper tantrum thrown due to your ‘distance’. He expected you to wait, and you expected him to stumble through the door just before sunrise, covered in sweat and dirt and bandages from his latest fight. He would ask you if you were good, you would say yes, and then he’d laugh and make tea while doing on about how hard it must’ve been to manage without him, how glad he is to be taking care of you again. The door and windows that’d been locked for the past four days would be opened, and in exchange, that dreaded chain would go back on. It was defeating, at first, but you’d come to terms with it. You didn’t enjoy it, but you learned to expect it.

Things were easier with Tanjirou, when you expected them.

What you didn’t expect, though, was for Tanjirou to bring someone else home with him.

It was a boy, unquestionably, white hair cut unevenly short and bruises lining his neck until they dropped underneath his collar and something dark staining the front of a uniform you recognized, the same one Tanjirou wore whenever he left. Whatever wound caused it must’ve been recent, the gore wet to the touch and staining Tanjirou’s fingertips, and you rushed forward without hesitation, pushing yourself up and moving to tend to the offensive injury that must’ve caused this. But, as soon as you undid the first of his silver buttons, you realized his white undershirt was practically spotless, as prim and proper as it would’ve been freshly cleaned. Your shock was only furthered as you looked towards your captor, his calm grin only growing wider as your eyes met his.

When he spoke, it wasn’t rushed, as tranquil as a pond on a dead-calm day. “I knew you’d be worried, you always are,” Tanjirou started, chuckling lightly, as if you were fretting over a paper-cut rather than a blood-bath. He took a step forward, moving further into the main room. Pausing, he thought for a moment, as if he was wondering what to do with the boy in his arms. “The bleeding stopped hours ago… Do you think we should bring a futon out of our room? I’d hate for you to feel like I’m impeding your privacy.”

You were speechless, for a second, only shaking your head as you watched him look over a hearth in the center of the large space, eventually laying the boy down on the overly-plush mat surrounding it. He let out a small, wordless groan at the reposition, bright eyes flickering open for a second before shutting more tightly than before, and suddenly, you were brought back to your own first day, the first time you were carried through that threshold.

You wondered if it’d be his last time, too.

“I don’t understand,” You mumbled, trailing hesitantly after Tanjirou. He was kneeling, now, sliding the soiled jacket away from its owner. You were tempted to join him, to offer assistance or comfort, but it was all you could do to find your voice. “Who is this? You… This isn’t what you normally--”

“Abnormal circumstances call for abnormal measures,” He sighed, gesturing for you to join him. You obeyed, crouching slightly, but his attention was quickly captured by his new companion, nimble fingers swiftly tangling themselves in matted hair, beginning to comb it out absentmindedly. Again, the boy flinched, but didn’t stir. He hadn’t perfected the art of pretending to be unconscious, yet, but he’d get there. Progress was easy, when Tanjirou such an excellent reason to improve. “I always knew Inosuke had a strange taste when it came to disciples, but… he’s not allowed to pick someone like Yuuki. Some people just aren’t meant to fight. You understand, don’t you? That’s why he was supposed to train under me. That feral pig wouldn’t know how to take care of a garden, do you know what he would’ve done to Yuuki?”

Suddenly, his youth made sense, Yuuki’s face just a little more adolescent than your own. A Slayer in-training, you supposed, although you could hardly call Inosuke’s personal brand of mentorship anything close to ‘training’. “I’m still not sure I know what you’re saying,” You repeated, edging a little closer. “Is he… is he going to live with us?”

With that, his demeanor changed completely. In the blink of an eye, his stern resolution morphed into tender compassion before you could process it. He turned towards you, warm hands coming up to cup your cheeks. His grip was loose, but you didn’t dare move, knowing resistance would only result in a harsher form of affection. “You know I love you, don’t you?”

You didn’t think, nodding. Your reward came in the form of a kiss to your forehead, as gentle as it was patronizing.

“And nothing could ever make me love you less. Even in death, my heart’ll still belong to you.” The confession was made casually, accompanied by another kiss, this one lingering for a little longer. He seemed to relax, his stare nothing short of adoring when he pulled away. “But, I’m afraid you might have to share my attention, from now on. I didn’t mean to, but…” He trailed off, laughing, his gaze dropping to Yuuki, that adoration never fading. “He’s just so cute. A little feisty, like you used to be, but he took his first lesson so well. And I know how lonely you are when I’m away. You won’t have to be, anymore! It’ll be perfect!”

You could feel yourself go stiff, the air so much colder than it had been, minutes ago. “I don’t want--”

“I do still expect to be your favorite, though,” He said, winking, a teasing smile playing at the corners of his features. His hold dropped to your waist, keeping you in pace as he pressed one more quick, chaste peck into your lips, the gesture nothing short of giddy. He was excited, more excited than you’d seen him in months. He hadn’t been this giggly since…

Since your last punishment.

Instantly, your eyes snapped back to Yuuki, his breathing having evened out, thin form finally resting peacefully. In sleep, his mouth had opened, letting you see... nothing. Absolutely nothing. Darkness, teeth, the back of his throat, but nothing else. The blood on his shirt, on Tanjirou’s, suddenly made sense.

He’d already gotten his first lesson, just like Tanjirou said. An impactful one, judging by the severity. You tried to think of what he did, but you couldn’t seem to picture anything so offensive. It must’ve been loud, though.

Screaming was the only thing that’d ever made him threaten to carve out your tongue, after all.

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Inotan Fanfic: Nosebleed - Chapter 2

Loser

Synopsis: Inosuke's mundane task of cleaning the neighbour's storeroom took an unexpected turn when he stumbled upon a hidden collection of erotic paintings. As his eyes roved over the provocative artwork, a nosebleed erupted, capturing Tanjirou's attention. As Tanjirou fussed over Inosuke's well-being, a flurry of unexpected and confusing emotions overwhelmed Inosuke, leaving him with a newfound awareness of his deeper feelings for Tanjirou.

Amidst the confusion, Zenitsu burst into the room, misinterpreting the situation entirely. Convinced that he had been excluded from a secret pornography viewing session, Zenitsu's outrage reached new heights, and all hell broke loose.

Pairing: Inotan (Inosuke x Tanjirou)

Setting: Canon AU, 1 year after the main story ends. Precursor to the Series: Where the Wisteria Always Bloom.

Wordcount: 9000+ words across 4 chapters

Chapters: 1 2 3 4

Status: Complete

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Inosuke couldn't believe how a mundane afternoon had spiraled into a full-blown catastrophe. The nosebleeds had stopped, but the aftermath was far from over. Tanjirou knelt in one corner, an aura of gloom surrounding him as he lamented his failure as the eldest brother, blaming himself for exposing Nezuko to such indecent content. Zenitsu lay in another corner, whimpering and clutching his chest, as if he had suffered a heart attack. He kept moaning about how Nezuko must think of him as a hopeless pervert.

Inosuke couldn't bring himself to sympathise with Zenitsu, considering he was the one who started the entire mess. However, he did feel a pang of guilt for Tanjirou. Did Tanjirou now view him as a pervert too? The thought enraged Inosuke, and he shot a fierce glare at the scattered piles of scrolls surrounding them. It was the fault of those wretched scrolls for existing, and those depraved artists for creating them. Yes, they were the true depraved ones, not him. Yet, he was the one facing the consequences. It just wasn't fair!

“Stop sulking like a bunch of babies! It won’t change anything! Let’s just burn these damn scrolls and be done with it!” Inosuke yelled, reaching for the nearest scroll. But before he could grab it, both Zenitsu and Tanjirou shouted at him.

"You can't burn them! These are valuable antique Shunga prints! They’re part of history and culture!” Zenitsu cried out. "Give them to me! I’ll keep them safe and out of sight."

Tanjirou shook his head firmly. “These scrolls belong to Takahashi-san. We have to roll them back carefully and put them back in their box. We shouldn’t have touched them at all, let alone thrown them around.” Tanjirou gave Inosuke and Zenitsu a reproachful look.

Grudgingly, they resumed their task, moving about the room to collect the scrolls and roll them back. Inosuke couldn't bear to look at the explicit pictures that seemed to leap off the pages. He flipped the scrolls face down and attempted to roll them in that position, struggling a bit. Zenitsu couldn’t help but snicker at his clumsy attempts.

"You know, even I don’t get nosebleeds from seeing stuff like this. You must be really naive and ignorant," Zenitsu teased, his sniggering tone implying a superiority that irked Inosuke. Slamming down the scroll he held, Inosuke fired back.

“That’s because you’ve only seen pictures, and lame ones at that. I’ve seen the real thing,” Inosuke bragged, puffing out his chest.

“Oh, really?” Zenitsu said sarcastically.

“Yes! I’ve seen animals mating in the wild,” Inosuke announced proudly.

Zenitsu burst into laughter. "I can't believe you just said that! Well, actually, I can. But mating and having sex are different. Of course, I wouldn't expect a boar like you to understand."

"They're the same! And of course, you wouldn't know because your knowledge of mating comes from pictures and words," Inosuke shot back.

Inosuke saw a flash of annoyance and shame on Zenitsu’s face. He knew he had hit a nerve. Zenitsu glared at Inosuke and said, “You’re really going all out for the attack, aren’t you? Well, they are not the same thing!”

"They are the same. Loser!"

"You're the one who nose-bled over a bunch of pictures, loser!"

"No, you're the loser! You’ve only seen pictures!"

"Animals mating and humans having sex are not the same, loser!"

“They are too! Ask Tanjirou, he’ll agree with me.”

Inosuke always resorted to asking Tanjirou when he ran out of arguments or logic. He trusted Tanjirou to be a fair judge because he always took his side. Even if Tanjirou didn’t fully agree with him, he would explain things in a way that Inosuke could accept. Inosuke wasn’t a stubborn or unreasonable boss, after all. And Tanjirou was a loyal and sensible underling who always listened to him.

But Zenitsu clearly didn’t share his trust in Tanjirou and scoffed at his suggestion. “Tanjirou?! Tanjirou is so pure-hearted and innocent, I doubt he knows anything about this stuff.”

Inosuke glanced at the subject of their conversation, who was kneeling in another corner next to a stack of scrolls, diligently smoothing out their creases. Absorbed in his task, Tanjirou seemed unaware of their heated debate. Inosuke noticed that Tanjirou had also flipped the scrolls over, which filled him with a sense of satisfaction.

“Yeah,” he agreed, smirking at Zenitsu. “I bet he hasn’t even seen pictures before this. That makes him the biggest loser. And you’re second.”

“No, you,” Zenitsu countered, a wicked smile forming on his face. “We should ask him.”

“That’s exactly what I’m thinking,” Inosuke grinned back, eager to confirm his deductions and relish the rare chance to outdo Tanjirou. And maybe to get back at him for making him feel all those strange feelings earlier.

He turned and shouted, "Hey, Kentarou, get over here!"

Tanjirou looked up, puzzled. He carefully set aside the scroll he had been working on and walked over to them.

"Sit down," Zenitsu gestured, tapping the empty space between him and Inosuke.

Tanjirou complied, asking, "What's going on?"

“Have you ever seen mating before?” Inosuke blurted out the question without any explanation.

"Mating??" Tanjirou's maroon eyes widened.

"He means making love. Having sex. Geez, Inosuke. You can't talk about humans like animals!"

"It's the same thing."

"No, it's not! Well, Tanjirou, have you?"

Tanjirou turned crimson.

"Why are you asking me this?" Tanjirou replied, his expression a mix of embarrassment and utter confusion.

“Just answer the question!” Inosuke pressed. 

Tanjirou nervously chuckled, his whole face and ears on fire. "Of course not. Why would I? I have no experience with such things. None at all. Ahaha.”

Inosuke’s triumph turned into a sinking feeling. Tanjirou was an open book, and that grotesque expression he wore now was the same one he always had when he lied. Zenitsu seemed to catch on too, as his face darkened.

“What kind of experience are you talking about?” Zenitsu asked menacingly.

“N-nothing!” Tanjirou squeaked, trying to back away. But Zenitsu leaped to his feet and grabbed Tanjirou by the collar.

“Hypocrite! Fake! You always act so pure-hearted and wholesome, but you’re sleeping with girls behind my back!”

Tanjirou’s eyes widened in shock and his mouth dropped open. He looked like he had been slapped in the face. “Sleeping with girls?! What are you saying?” Tanjirou exclaimed.

Inosuke cocked his head in confusion. He didn’t understand why Zenitsu was so angry all of a sudden. Wasn’t the topic about seeing mating acts? What was the big deal about sleeping with someone? After all, they all slept together, didn’t they?

“You’re unbelievable! I should have known from the start! You’re always charming the girls and they’re always swooning over you! So tell me! Who did you sleep with?! Was it someone from the Butterfly Estate? Is it Kanao?!” Zenitsu’s eyes popped out with veins as he yelled in Tanjirou’s face.

“I haven’t slept with anyone! And you’re being incredibly rude and indecent to the girls. Stop it right now, or you’ll be sorry!” Tanjirou’s previous embarrassment and confusion turned into pure rage. It was the rare kind of rage that Inosuke had seen from Tanjirou when he witnessed great injustice or disrespect to his friends. He knew Zenitsu was in for it if he didn’t stop soon. But Zenitsu was too far gone to see it. He kept ranting and screaming, naming Tanjirou’s supposed “sleep partners,” while the dark aura around Tanjirou grew more threatening.

Suddenly, Tanjirou lunged forward. A loud thud followed by a sickening crack echoed in the room, and Zenitsu collapsed unconscious. The silence that followed Zenitsu’s screams was deafening.

"Well," Tanjirou cleared his throat, "I guess he'll be out for awhile. We should get back to work on the scrolls. You'll help me, won't you?" He shot a grimace at Inosuke.

“Y-yes! Of course! You can rely on me,” Inosuke stuttered, quickly rolling up the scrolls.

No one in their right mind would dare to oppose Tanjirou after seeing his formidable headbutt, which boasted a 100% success rate once it hit its target.

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They worked in awkward silence, each lost in their own thoughts. Inosuke’s curiosity nagged at him, wanting to know more about Tanjirou’s mysterious “experience,” but he was afraid to ask. The dark aura that still lingered around Tanjirou made him think twice about prying further.

Deep down, a flicker of irritation sparked in Inosuke, fueled by the idea of Tanjirou once again surpassing him. Tanjirou, his loyal underling number one, had somehow achieved something he hadn’t, even in this area. It didn’t sit well with Inosuke, especially since Tanjirou always asked for his permission for important things. Shouldn’t Tanjirou have consulted him first?

Within Inosuke’s heart, a seed of jealousy sprouted and began to grow. He didn’t like the idea of Tanjirou sleeping with someone else—an expression he had come to understand as Zenitsu's convoluted way of referring to mating. He felt like he had something with Tanjirou, and he didn’t want anyone else messing with it. But he wasn’t sure what this something was, or why it made him feel so odd. All he knew was that it made him confused and angry, and he blamed Zenitsu for putting these thoughts in his head. The rising frustration within him threatened to explode, and he had to resist the urge to throw scrolls at Zenitsu’s motionless body.

Though Inosuke couldn’t quite understand the feelings stirring within him, he felt relieved as the task came to an end. The scrolls were neatly rolled and put back in their box, a sense of order restored.

“Good job, Inosuke. I knew I could count on you!” Tanjirou smiled at him, filling Inosuke with a soothing wave of warm and fuzzy feelings. Tanjirou had returned to his usual sunny self, encouraging Inosuke to seize the chance and ask more about the elusive “experience.”

"So, who was it?"

"Who?" Tanjirou asked, puzzled.

"The one you had that experience with! The one you slept with!" Inosuke blurted out.

Tanjirou groaned, exasperated. "Don't listen to Zenitsu. I haven't slept with anyone."

"Then what was that experience about?" Inosuke demanded.

"You were asking if I'd witnessed anyone mating, I mean, having sex, right? So, that's what I was referring to. I was answering that question. I mean, I lied about not seeing it when I actually have. But I haven't slept with anyone."

"Oh," Inosuke replied, feeling a weight he hadn't realised existed lift from his chest.

"In that case, I'm off to make some ice for Zenitsu's head," Tanjirou said, turning to tend to their fallen friend.

But before he could leave, Inosuke grabbed his hand. "Wait! Tell me about your experience!"

Tanjirou hesitated, his face flushed. “Well… it’s kind of embarrassing, and I’d rather keep it to myself, if that’s okay…” 

“No way! You’re my underling! You’re supposed to tell me everything!” Inosuke exclaimed, roughly grabbing Tanjirou’s cheeks and tugging them hard, making Tanjirou yelp in pain.

“Fine, fine! I give up! I’ll tell!” Tanjirou cried out, his face still flushed with red.

Satisfied, Inosuke let go and leaned in eagerly, waiting for the revelation.

“When I was a kid, I heard some strange noises coming from my parents’ room, so I peeked inside. I didn’t know any better, but something caught my curiosity, and I secretly watched for a few nights until my parents caught me. They yelled at me to leave, and then they sat me down for a serious talk… about how babies are made… and that’s when I learned…” Tanjirou covered his face with his hands, shuddering at the memory.

But Inosuke’s spirits soared with delight. He burst into gleeful laughter and slapped Tanjirou hard on the shoulder. “I thought it was some big deal, but it turned out to be so lame,” he snorted. “But since you’re so embarrassed by it, don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me. I’ll take it to the grave.”

“Um… it’s not that serious. I mean, it’s not the kind of thing I’d proudly announce, but even if you were to tell Zenitsu, it’s alright. Just, um… please don’t tell Nezuko,” Tanjirou requested.

Inosuke assured him, thumping his chest proudly, “No worries. No one else, not even Zenitsu, will hear about this. You can count on me.”

Moments later, Zenitsu regained consciousness, groaning as he struggled to sit up. "A wrecked nose and a goose egg from my so-called best friends, and Nezuko-chan thinks I'm a pervert. This is just not my day," he complained. Tanjirou knelt beside him, helping him to sit up.

“I’m sorry about the headbutt, Zenitsu. But you shouldn’t have made such rude accusations about the girls. It’s really impolite and indecent. I didn’t sleep with them or anyone else, for that matter,” Tanjirou explained sincerely.

“Why did you have to lie, then?!” Zenitsu demanded. Tanjirou’s face turned red again.

“Don’t bother asking. Monjirou has entrusted me with his secret and I’ve promised to keep it safe. It’s our little secret,” Inosuke announced smugly, much to Zenitsu’s annoyance. Zenitsu persisted, pestering Tanjirou to reveal the secret, only to fall silent when Tanjirou warned him, “Do you want another goose egg?”

"In any case," Inosuke declared, a triumphant grin on his face, "I pronounce it a draw between me and Tontarou. So that makes you the loser, Monitsu." He jeered at Zenitsu, reveling in his moment of victory. "But mark my words, Tontarou," Inosuke continued, pointing confidently at Tanjirou, "I'll top you one day."

“What do you mean by a draw?! Did you watch cats mating or something?” Zenitsu demanded. 

Ignoring his question, Tanjirou swiftly changed the subject. "Hey, I'm starving! It must be almost dinner time! You two can pack up the cleaning supplies. I'll step outside to write a letter for the neighbours to remind them to properly secure their paintings. They have two young grandchildren, and it would be a disaster if they came over to play and accidentally stumbled upon them."

Tanjirou left the room, and they could hear him loudly and deliberately explaining his plan to Nezuko, as if he feared she wouldn’t understand that the paintings didn’t actually belong to them.

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Author's Notes: Penning this chapter was an absolute delight! I couldn't resist exploring Inosuke and Zenitsu's silly rivalry over their questionable expertise in the realm of "mating acts." Ah, the foolishness of teenage boys knows no bounds! And of course, Tanjirou's unstoppable iron head makes a grand entrance again! While I can't recall if Zenitsu ever received Tanjirou's headbutt in the canon, I couldn't resist giving him a taste of it here. I can't help feeling that if he did get one in canon, our ears would be spared from his frequent screaming. Oh, but who am I kidding? His antics have grown on me, and now he practically screams in all my fics. 😫 Now that Tanjirou's secret is out, it's time to wonder... do Inosuke and Zenitsu have secrets of their own? Find out in the next chapter titled "Secrets". Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed my fic, it’d really make my day if you could drop a like, reblog, and/or comment to let me know! This story is also published on AO3 where you can comment anonymously! Although I mostly write for myself, your encouragement keeps me motivated to post and share my work.

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[kumeko]

A/N: for the @quarantinefanzine! I wanted to do a little compare and contrast for Tanjirou and Yushiro in a modern au

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Tanjirou loved his home. A two-bedroom apartment, it was a small, cozy place, barely big enough for three people let alone his family of eight. Books, clothes, and knick-knacks claimed every inch of space, cluttering the modest place. Things were precariously stacked on one another, one loud sound away from crashing to the ground.

His classmates found it claustrophobic. He found their bedrooms lonely in comparison. Tanjirou woke up surrounded by a mess of limbs, ate to the sound of a dozen conversations, and laughed every minute of his life. His home was a messy, disorganized place, but it was home and it was his and he’d never needed anything more than that.

However, he had greatly underestimated just how much he relied on his school as a buffer zone to get things done. Thanks to covid, Tanjirou was stuck inside his apartment with all five of his siblings twenty-four hours a day. Seven days a week. Hopefully not 365 days a year.

It was like babysitting, except it never stopped. Tanjirou had managed all of his siblings before; as the oldest two, he and Nezuko had spent most of their weekday evenings juggling school and siblings. A few hours at most, until his parents dragged themselves home, tired and worn.

Now the hours rolled into days rolled into months. Spring had turned into fall and he wasn’t sure what happened to summer. School had started again. His table was cluttered with textbooks and lined papers and increasingly tiny pencils. Tanjirou had never been a good student on the best of days. Now? Impossible. The numbers swam as he stared at the desktop computer, trying to make sense of it all.

“Tanjirou.” A little hand tugged his sleeve and Tanjirou glanced down to find Rokuta staring up at him, his eyes wide.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, concerned. He ducked down slightly so they were on the same eye level. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” Rokuta nodded. He fiddled with his thumbs nervously, looking down at his feet as he asked, “Could you play with me?”

“Play?” Tanjirou resisted the urge to wince. At just five, Rokuta didn’t really have ‘school’ to attend. His teachers held his attention for maybe an hour or two before releasing him. The only other solution was the TV.

Unfortunately, their walls were paper thin. If it was hard to study now, it would be impossible with Baby Shark running through his head. Rubbing his neck, Tanjirou ran through the checklist Nezuko came up with, “Did you read your book?”

Rokuta nodded. “Two times.”

“Your dolls?”

“They had a fight.”

“Your puppets?”

“They’re under the couch.”

“Oh.” Tanjirou bit his cheek. Just what did they have left for him to do? “What about the paper cup castle?”

Once more, his brother nodded, though this time he rocked back and forth on his feet excitedly. “It’s so big!” He spread his arms to indicate just how big his castle was. “Can we smash it?”

He peeked at his computer’s time. Ten thirty. Tanjirou had barely scratched his homework. After a long play before they’d started school, he’d hoped Rokuta would have been fine till lunch, but clearly that wasn’t the case today. Ruffling his brother’s hair, Tanjirou asked, “Can we play in thirty minutes?”

“Huh?” Rokuta trembled, his eyes watery.

“You can get things set up,” he hastily suggested. As the youngest, Tanjirou was never certain if Rokuta’s tears were real or if he’d realized all too quickly how powerful they were, but he didn’t want to find out. “We need your cars.”

Considering how quickly Rokuta beamed at him after, it was probably the latter. “Okay!”

With a sigh, Tanjirou watched as his brother scampered off to their shared bedroom, no doubt having to unearth his cars from under the multiple piles of laundry. Which was yet another to-do item he had to finish later. Running a hand through his hair, he glanced around the living room to see what the rest of his siblings were doing.

Shigeru was nowhere in sight; he was probably in the bathroom or taking a nap somewhere. Seated around a low table, Hanako hesitantly answered her homework while a frustrated Takeo glared at his. Nezuko sat between the two, checking from page to the other as she corrected them.

Catching his stare, she smiled apologetically and mouthed, Sorry.

Tanjirou shook his head sympathetically, mouthing back, It’s fine.

It wasn’t like it was her fault that their mother had to work two jobs, leaving them to take care of the house. It wasn’t like it was her fault their father was in the hospital, battling for his life. It wasn’t anyone’s fault, really, that they had four siblings and one computer and had to somehow balance school and babysitting between the two of them.

It wasn’t anyone’s fault, and somehow that made it harder. There was no one to blame, to direct this helpless anger at. Instead, it simmered within him, trapped. It was hard to stay positive, to act strong, when fear and rage boiled within.

“You want the blue car?” Rokuta shouted, his voice piercing through Tanjirou’s gloomy thoughts.

Shaking himself out of his stupor, Tanjirou replied, “Yeah!”

“Awesome!”

They’d done this everyday now, and somehow Rokuta still managed to sound enthusiastic about it all. He had to be bored of it by now, yet he always found a new way to play the same game. In the face of that, how could Tanjirou do any less? He squashed down his feelings, pushing them aside. It wasn’t like everything was bad, after all.

He still had his mother. His siblings. A place to live and food to eat. Despite it all, he had almost everything that was important to him. Tanjirou could handle anything else life threw his way.

Even this confusing homework.

“Alright.” Tanjirou slapped his cheeks, pumping himself up. He could do this. It was just a bunch of numbers that had to follow some silly rules. Stretching his arms above him, he cracked his knuckles before hunching over the computer once more.

-x-

Yushiro loved his home. Or rather, he loved Tamayo and since they lived together, he loved her home too. It was a big house, maybe too big for just the two of them; there were studies and guestrooms that had a fine layer of dust after being forgotten for a week. Still, it was her house, with every room soaked in her essence, and he never wanted to move. Even on the days when she had to go to the hospital, he never felt too alone. All it took was a glance at the living room to picture her elegant pose as she ate, or the kitchen to see her confused frown as she tried to cook. A single memory and the house felt full as he waited impatiently for her shift to finish.

Well, not that he was alone in the first place; there was Chachamaru, their cat. Sometimes, he was certain Chachamaru knew more than she let on, but that was a silly thought. She was just a cat. Cats didn’t know anything. Like right now, the fact that she was sitting on his laptop was because she found it warm, and not because she was getting revenge for this morning.

“I’m sorry I forgot your breakfast,” he apologized, just in case. “Now get off, my class is starting.”

Chachamaru gave him a blank look and yawned, revealing all of her sharp teeth. Was that a threat? He wasn’t certain. While she always got along with Tamayo, she seemed to only barely tolerate him.

“There’s other rooms,” he pointed out, feeling a little ridiculous as he argued with her. Yushiro gestured behind him at the hallway. “We live in a big house. You can pick literally any other room. Do you need me to list them to you? Take you to them? I’ll do it.”

She still looked utterly unimpressed, before laying her head flat on his laptop.

Time to bring out the big guns. Yushiro glared at her one last time. Chachamaru didn’t so much as stir. His killing intent just wasn’t strong enough. With a sigh, he left the room and padded down the hallway toward the kitchen. There was only one way to ensure he’d get his laptop back, and that was his secret stash of catnip.

The house was quiet as he walked through it. One time, he’d brought his classmates over for a project, and Tanjirou couldn’t get over how silent it was. Apparently his home was a zoo, filled with shouts and crying. Hoards of ugly children ran through it, taking over the tiny apartment. Anywhere without Tamayo was a desolate, dark place, but Tanjirou’s home especially so. Yushiro wouldn’t be able to handle it.

He preferred the quiet—it was warm and comfortable. There was nothing better than the evenings he and Tamayo spent together, reading a book or filling out forms. The only sounds were the rustling of paper, the scraping of a pencil, the soft purring of Chachamaru. Even without words, they understood each other, and sometimes he and Tamayo would exchange smiles, like they were sharing a private joke.

Yushiro flipped the lights on as he stepped into the kitchen. Tamayo’s hastily discarded apron lay messily on the table and he chuckled as he hung it back on its proper hook.

“You overslept this morning,” he murmured, staring at the flower patterns. He’d bought it as a gift years ago, and the fabric was now covered in soya sauce and oil stains.

Tamayo didn’t reply. She couldn’t, not until her shift finished, not until she was forced to take a break from the hospital.

He preferred the quiet, but not the emptiness. Stuck inside the house, he was alone more often than not, with Tamayo taking longer and longer hours as she tried to save just one more person. It was frightening. It was terrifying. The scars on her face only deepened as each day passed and he wondered how long it would be before they were permanent.

How long it would be before she stopped coming home.

A shiver ran through his spine at that last thought, and he hugged himself. Rubbing his arms, he tried to warm up, but the chill persisted. Yushiro wasn’t naïve; he’d watched the news. He’d heard the stories. Tamayo doused herself in sanitizers and soap and even then she made sure to stay a safe distance from him whenever they ate.

Even the memory of her hugs were fading now.

Something warm circled his feet and he looked down to find Chachamaru brushing her head against his ankles with a soft meow. “Finally bored of my laptop?” he asked, his voice cracking.

She meowed again, rubbing against him insistently. When he crouched, she jumped into his arms and nuzzled his neck. Her whiskers tickled his throat.

“I thought you didn’t like me,” he mumbled, pressing his face into her warm fur as he sat on the cold kitchen tiles. She purred in response. “Is that a yes?”

Chachamaru was a pain in the ass and would sit on his laptop tomorrow. She’d scratch him when he didn’t wake up in time for breakfast or nip at his ankles when she was annoyed at him.

But she was also a part of his family, however reluctant he was to admit that, and maybe it wasn’t all that bad to have someone other than Tamayo in his life. To have someone he could cry to and share his fears and not have to worry about adding to Tamayo’s already heavy shoulders.

“Can we stay like this? For a little while?” he asked.

Chachamaru licked his tears in response.

When he finally sat down for class, she stayed on his lap like a portable heater. It was hard to feel scared with her constant purring. Hard to feel alone with her weight on his thighs.

“Hey, Yushiro,” Tanjirou asked on Zoom, his hands clasped in front of him. “Could you help me?”

“Sure,” he replied charitably.

He didn’t mind the company for once.

#nezuko kamado #tanjiro kamado #chachamaru #yushiro #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #tamayo #kamado tanjirō #fanfic

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Pushing Back Against Darkness On The Mugen Train

I wasn’t sure what to expect when I walked into the theater to see Mugen Train. I had only watched around 12 or 13 episodes of the first season of Demon Slayer, so I hadn’t even got to the episodes which introduce the hashira, and thus didn’t even know who Kyojuro Rengoku was. I would have preferred to finish season one, but I was invited by a friend to watch it in theaters and I didn’t have enough free time to finish (It wouldn’t be the first time I go into an anime movie with not much context, and with all the hype surrounding this release, I wanted to see if it would impress me).

Well, I certainly was impressed! Twwk gave a more concise review, so I won’t go into lengthy points as to why I liked the film or what the plot was about, except for what this article has to discuss. The film was fantastic, as it certainly knew what the fans wanted and how to take us for a ride on the Mugen Train. At first, I thought, how can an anime film pull off an entire two hours on just a train? The producers were wise to have parts of the movie be about flashbacks, scenes in the minds of the heroes, and finally, the unexpected battle with Akaza, so it didn’t feel slow at all.

*Spoilers begin from here, especially about the ending*

Before the final fight began, I really thought that Enmu’s death was the end of the movie, until I saw those two red eyes in the distance after the train was wrecked. Akaza introduces himself by almost killing Tanjiro! Kyojuro saves him by blocking the attack, and a discourse ensues about how the hashira, Kyojuro, should become a demon so he can become stronger.

Kyojuro quickly refuses and tells Akaza he will protect everyone from him and not let anyone die. The battle begins, and what a scene it was! The animation, sounds, music, and dialogue were some of the best I have seen in the decades I’ve been watching anime.

Akaza vs Rengoku

Akaza was extremely insistent on Kyojuro becoming a demon, which as he explained would allow the harshira to train for years and years, surpassing the limitations of being human that come with aging and death. He was offering him immortality, a chance to become more powerful than he ever could since one day, as with all humans, Kyojuro’s strength would fail him and he would pass his prime.

Kyojuro constantly rebuffed Akaza, explaining that it is the beauty of being human to live and die. His passion for describing that reminded me of a verse mentioned by the king of Israel, David.

Psalm 90:12-14

12 So teach us to number our days    that we may get a heart of wisdom. 13 Return, O Lord! How long?    Have pity on your servants! 14 Satisfy us in the morning with your steadfast love,    that we may rejoice and be glad all our days.

Our days on Earth are numbered, and we will not be here forever. Sometimes it feels that way, especially when we’re young, but one day our lives will end and we will stand before God and give an account. Kyojuro, though he wasn’t referencing a Christian worldview, understood that our lives are frail and that the stages of life we go through are something to cherish, not abandon in pursuit of power.

Akaza didn’t understand why he would give up the opportunity, just like the devil would tempt Christ when He was in the desert. Satan offered Him the kingdoms of the world if He would just worship him. Simple enough, right? Offer your loyalty but you gain the entire world? Not that bad of a deal, except that Satan will keep your soul when your hourglass of time on this planet runs out. Christ knew better, and refuted him by saying:

Matthew 4:8-10

8 Again, the devil took him to a very high mountain and showed him all the kingdoms of the world and their glory. 9 And he said to him, “All these I will give you, if you will fall down and worship me.” 10 Then Jesus said to him, “Be gone, Satan! For it is written, “‘You shall worship the Lord your God and him only shall you serve.’”

The hashira chose the harder but correct path. He would rather die fighting and defending others than give his life to what he has always exterminated. Sadly, he loses the fight from a fatal wound during the battle but as Akaza ran from the rising sunlight, Tanjiro chases him and even threw his sword at him.

Even though it impaled him, Akaza keeps running while Tanjiro shouted angrily at him, “Don’t forget that the Demon Slayer Corps is always fighting demons in the dead of night where you have the advantage! You’re a coward! Rengoku is stronger than you ever hoped to be. Much stronger! You didn’t win against him. He fought till the very end so no one will die. You are the one who lost, Rengoku is the true victor!”

Rengoku heard Tanjirou’s passionate cry and shared his last words to him and what he would like him to tell his family. His death seemed so real, so honest. No technique could heal him, even though he was one of the highest-ranking Demon Slayer Corps captains. It was over, he knew it, and he still managed to encourage Tanjiro and push him and his friends to continue down their journey of growth and toward becoming hashira themselves. He believed in them, even in his final moments.

Kyojuro shares his last words with Tanjiro

Even though Rengoku did die, so technically he did not win the battle, Tanjiro knew that their mission was accomplished which was to protect everyone on the train. Sometimes it seems like the battle is lost in certain situations in our lives, whether it’s an actual loss of life, not getting a job that you really wanted, rejection or loss of a relationship, giving into an addiction, saying the wrong words to someone at the wrong time, or some other regret or difficult issue.

Life is full of these “losses,” and the more you live, the more of them you will go through in one form or another. I have had to deal with quite a few of these, like being cheated on by my first girlfriend many years ago, arguments with my mother who to this day I still have a difficult relationship with, not getting my yearly contract renewed at a job, car leaving me stranded in the middle of the street, not having enough money to achieve certain goals in life earlier than I wanted, and losing friends because I gave my life to Christ and they wanted nothing to do with God. I can go on and on, but my point is, just like Tanjiro, I am not giving up just because I have had losses in my life.

God gives us the strength to get through the pain in life. If you think that life looks like Instagram pictures, all filtered and beautiful, then you are in for a dose of reality sooner if not later. Christ never promised everything would be easy—far from it—but He did promise He would be with us through it all, through the fire and pain.

I leave you with words penned by Paul in his letters to the Corinthians. He shared with them about a thorn in his flesh that God would not remove, though He asked several times. This was God’s reply:

2 Corinthians 12:9-10

9 But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. 10 That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.

#Anime #Christianity #Kimetsu no Yaiba #Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba #Gekijouban Kimetsu no Yaiba: Mugen Ressha hen #Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba the Movie: Mugen Train #Challenges #Hardship #Trials #Articles #Author: Samuru

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Rengoku Kyoujurou x Little Sister Figure Reader (Final Part) (NSFW WARNING)

Part 1| Part 2| Part 3| Part 4

Phew, finally! This is the last part! Thank you all for the amazing enthusiasm!!

I skipped some part on the wedding, so I’m sorry if it’s not really fully pictured on how traditional Japanese wedding should be. However, the ceremony are in sequence, so you don’t have to worry about it

“Rengoku-san.”

“…”

“Rengoku-san?”

“…”

“(y/n)-san?”

“Yes?”

“What.”

“What.”

Zenitsu looked at you with implausible expression. You tilted your head in confusion.

“You are already married with… Former Flame Pillar, right?”

“Yes?”

“But when I called you Rengoku-san, you’re not reacting.”

“Sorry.” You slurped the last noodle on your bowl, and put the bowl down on the table. “I get used to be called by my given name.”

You got up from your seat, along with Tanjirou and Zenitsu. “Thank you for the food, Uncle!”

“Be careful on your way!”

You waved to the old man and walked out together with these two younger demon slayers.

“But, ‘Rengoku (y/n)’ give us new vibe, right?” Tanjirou chimed in.

“Well, I guess. But, I prefer you to called my name if we’re together. When people said ‘Rengoku-san’, Kyoujurou and I would turn around, feeling the one who being called. It’s a little embarrassing though.”

“Confusing, indeed.” Tanjirou let out small laugh.

You laughed and distracted with birds that went thorough your head. You stared at the blue sky.

How long has it been? Around 2 weeks ago?

The blessing chaos?

Right. Back to the house where both of you still working hard on his blessings. It’s really memorable night.

When Shinjurou told his son to literally kill himself, you reacted fast.

“Kyoujurou, don’t-!”

But it’s too late because he already took the short sword without doubt. He unsheathed it and pointing the blade to the stomach.

Stabbed his left abdomen with it.

You gasped and tried to reach his wrist in desperation.

But you saw no blood. He looked down, confused too because he didn’t feel pain.

“Ha- HAHAHAHAHA!!!” Shinjurou blasting out cackles. “Oh, I can’t believe that you really being a fool in front of the woman you love!! Impressive, you did it without hesitation.”

“Father.” Kyoujurou frowned, checked the sword on his hand. The blade wasn’t sharp, it has its own mechanism. When he pushed the blade down, it dives into the handle, making it down and disappeared. “What is the meaning of this?”

“Just wanted to test you, what a stupid boy. There’s no way I could kill my own son.” Shinjurou wiped his tears, feeling amused. And then, he cleared his throat. “Very well then. Kyoujurou. I give you my blessings.”

“Father!” You glistened and glancing at Kyoujurou. He smiled widely too.

“I should make it into official words right?” He looked at Kyoujurou in the eyes. Kyoujurou fully seated on his heels now. “I, Rengoku Shinjurou, giving my approval for my son, Rengoku Kyoujurou and his future wife, (y/n), to perform a sacred marriage between both of you. May Kami-sama gives us blessings as well.”

“…Father, thank you.” Kyoujurou about to teared up.

“What is with that face? You give a bad vibe, geez. Hurry up and get out. I have something to do.”

“Yes, Father!”

When both of you closed the shoji door, Kyoujurou lifted your body and spinned you on the air.

“We did it!!” He hugged you, clamped both your back leg with his one arm, make you sit on it. You held on his shoulder while crying, sticking your forehead to his.

“Yes!!”

It’s finally happening, trial after trial.

Kyoujurou ran to engawa, you followed him from behind. He stood outside, making “O” sign with his hands, putting it in front of his mouth and screaming,

“I’M GOING TO MARRY MY LITTLE SISTER!!”

“Kyoujurou, stop it!! It’s really weird! The neighbors will get you wrong!!” You pulled his kimono while giggling.

“Oh, let’s correct it.” He smirked and turned his head again. “I’M GOING TO MARRY WITH THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!! I’M! GOING! TO! BE! (y/n)’s! HUSBAND! YOU ALL SHOULD KNOW THAT SHE IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN IN THIS WORLD!!”

“SHUT UP!!” Shinjurou’s voice was heard from across the house. Both of you were giggling again.

Everyone in the headquarters was really happy. They congratulated for your next step with Kyoujurou. No one opposed because you really fit each other and plus, you’ve been with him for a long time, it’s not weird if you ended up together with him.

You decided to marry at shrine, Kyoujurou wanted it too. Both of you prepared the necessary things, like marriage registering administration, traditional dress (already picked by Shinjurou), rehearsal before the day and many more.

On the marriage day, both of you prohibited to meet each other until the ceremony begins. All of the men Pillars were gathered in his preparation room.

“Yomoya, is this really necessary?” said Kyoujurou when the staff tighten his obi.

“Rengoku-san, is your body…. vibrating or-?” He’s too eager to see you again.

“Ah, this guy was always like this.” Uzui snickered. “He can’t wait to see his girl.”

“Wife.” Kyoujurou scoffed.

“No, not yet.” Iguro sighed.

Meanwhile, the Pillar girls were busy pipping on how beautiful you are in your dress.

“Aah, so pretty!!” Mitsuri’s eyes were shimmering while the staff puts on veil-like on your head.

“Rengoku-san will fall for you again today.” Shinobu giggled.

Finally, the ceremony began. You entered the shrine where Kyoujurou was already stood beside the altar. With Shinjurou as your accompany and some shrine’s people, you walked slowly as the traditional flute played in background.

You stopped and stood in front of him. You felt nervous and so did Kyoujurou, but he became happy when he finally met you in the gorgeous white dress.

When the veil from your head was revealing your face, that’s when Kyoujurou’s heart melted.

You saw him in the Mon Haori Hakama, and could feel your face flushed in red. Everything attached on his body are perfect, he looks so manly and compassionate at the same time.

On the other hand, he saw you in awe with white wedding dress, Shiromuku. He lost words, and just grinned stupidly there, couldn’t move.

“God, I’m marrying the embodiment of beauty itself.”

“Ssh, Ani-ue! No talking.” Senjurou elbowed his ribs.

The ceremony reached its peak. In this part, Kyoujurou was tasked to read wedding vow with you beside him.

“On this great day, before the Ookami, we are sincerely thankful for this ceremony. On forward, we will love each other, trust one another, share the good times and the bad, and swear that this will stay unchanged, throughout our lifetime. Today-” He stopped for a while, and took one breath.“Husband, Kyoujurou.”

“Wife, (y/n).” After some clapping as a pray for the Ookami, both of you facing each other.

Kyoujurou took the wedding band and put it on your finger and you did the same as him. You almost cry, you almost dropped your body there but you hid the excitement very well until the ceremony ends with drinking sake and cheers among the families and Pillars.

It’s a relief that the ceremony went well. But unfortunately after the wedding, you didn’t went back to home, let alone a honeymoon. An urgent mission was occured and you had to be there, since you have right ability to match with the demon’s type in that region.

So after the ceremony, you changes again to your usual uniform, departed goodbye to Kyoujurou.

“Please stay safe.” Kyoujurou kissed your temple, and cupped his face with your hand. “It’s not funny if I had to save you again in the middle of snow.”

“It’s spring now.” You giggled and kissed his cheek. “Don’t worry, I’m with Tanjirou and Zenitsu.” The said slayers were popped out from behind her back

“Kamado shounen, Agatsuma shounen, I’m counting on you. Don’t make her fight recklessly, will you?”

“Yes, Rengoku-san!!”

And now, just like that. Fortunately today after 2 weeks, you were going home with them.

As soon as you stepped in the house Senjurou greeted you with his daily sunshine smile.

“Welcome home, Ane-ue.”

“I’m home, Senjurou.” You patted his head contentedly. “Where is Kyoujurou?”

“He’s at his room. But…” Senjurou stood on his toe, whispering on your ears. “He’s mad because you extended your mission into 2 weeks. He was being quiet this morning too.”

You chuckled and pat his back. “Don’t worry, I got this! Your sister will fix his mood!”

“How about dinner?”

“I’ll call him!”

You entered your room, met with him while he was writing something on the paper.

“I’m home, Kyoujurou.”

He suddenly stood up without saying anything. You could sense malicious aura emitting from his body, even though he’s smiling.

Uh-oh, looks harder than said.

“So, care to explain why you didn’t reply my message and why did you extend your mission?”

“Uh, I’m sorry, it’s not just killing demons, I’ve been busy with administration too.”

He brought you into his embrace. You didn’t say anything but hugged him too.

“Are you mad?”

“I’m not, I became anxious when you didn’t reply to my message.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Repeat what you said earlier.”

“I’m home, Kyoujurou.”

“Welcome home.” He brought your chin up and kissed your lips. He deepened his press towards you, and you closed your eyes, feeling the warm soft lips meet each other.

He broke the contact and looked straight at your eyes.

Lust.

“We… Haven’t do 'it’.”

You could feel your face slowly burning. You turned around and tried not to be nervous. His face was actually flushed with red too, but he kept it cool.

“Can- can we… do it after dinner, or after everyone was asleep? Senjurou already asked me to call you.”

“Sure.” He smiled tenderly, rubbing your cheek in circle and kissed it.

You couldn’t concentrate while eating. You only sleep with him after he declared to marry you. You even never touched him randomly without his consent. You know marriage before sex is number one in this household.

You understand what does 'it’ means. But still, you’re nervous. Kanroji has given you some advice, and some female Demon Slayers who already married gave you advice too.

Your head was spinning greatly? Sex? How to do it properly? What if he didn’t satisfied with you?

You swayed your thoughts and hurriedly eating.

When everyone was asleep, you and him started to change from kimono to bed robe.

You sat on the futon, still fully clothed, while he dimmed the lantern light. He went towards you and sat in front of you with crossed legs.

'HOW DID I DO THIS AGAIN? WHAT DOES KANROJI TOLD ME?! I SUDDENLY FORGOT! Should I show my boobs? Should I?!’

Your eyes were spinning again, you timidly put your fingers in front of your kimono. Kyoujurou still not saying anything but smile.

Calm down, you told yourself. Tell him everything he had to know about yourself once more.

With one breathe, you looked straight at Kyoujurou’s eyes while holding his hand.

“Kyoujurou, before we started, I wanted to tell you something.” Kyoujurou still smiling but he blinked twice in confusion.

“Yes?”

“I wanted to tell you that… My body… It probably didn't match on what you’re imagining. I got so many scars, and blisters from fights with demons. I know, it’s not really endearing and I know that I should be the one who thought about how to make them disappeared. Shinobu already gave me scar gel, but it took time to make it gone. So, I apologize in advance. If- After you looked at my skins and felt disgusted, it’s okay if you don’t want to do it further with me.”

“Yomoya… Calm down, (y/n).” He kissed your lips gently. You squeezed shut your eyes and feeling the warmness of his lip slowly disappeared. You slowly opened your eyes again and met his warm and gentle pupils. “I’m not judging you from your body. I’ve promised to you no matter what happens, I take your whole as it comes. I didn’t care how you look, how many scars, blisters, wounds you had. It’s part of your beauty, just like how you see my body.” You nodded shyly. Ah, you didn’t pick wrong wrong decision when you decided him to be your husband.

“So… shall we?” He slowly moved forward with his knees. You gulped while flushing red.

“Su- Sure. I- I’ll be in your care! Now, just do what you like!!” You squeezed your eyes shut and uncovered your front slowly, revealing your breast with some scars on it.

“Wait what, nonono!!” Kyoujurou blushed more and pulled your robe back at its place again. His heart throbbed too fast he swear you probably could hear it. “Let’s do it slowly. I want you to be comfortable.”

“Ri- Right.” You never felt so embarrassed from your entire life.

He patted your head first, brought down his hand to your cheeks and cupped it.

He started with light kiss on your lips, and proceeded further with sucking it lightly. You responded, biting his lips too and opened your mouth slightly. He didn’t miss the chance and slipped in his tongue and playing in your warm cave.

He pushed you down, until your head reach the pillow. He slowly undone your front robe lace. He stared at your beautiful body. Your body probably has scars on your chest and stomach, but it’s still beautiful on his eyes and secretly made him turned on too.

“Um, please don’t stare too much.” You covered your face. “It’s embarrassing.” He chuckled.

“Sorry.” He moved your hands from your face and kissed your nose.

He started with kisses on your neck, ligh-bit it and make hickies here and there, while fondling both your breast with his palm. Sometimes, he flicked and petting on those nipples, making you shivered.

He kissed all of your body, from neck, shoulders, chest, stomach, thighs, and inner thighs. He appreciated the scars and everything that presented to him from your body.

It’s an honour for him.

He opened your legs, and putting his head in between it, hold one of your thighs with his hand. He put one finger inside you. You shuddered under the sensation. He started to fingering and stretching your hole, sometimes licked your clit and labia. He also put his tongue, tasted you.

“Kyoujurou, it’s dirty the- Nghh…” You lost your voice, he ravished you with gentle touch from his tongue and lips, slowly licking your entrance while hearing your moans. You can’t help but clenched your legs, trying to sandwiched his head but he hold your thighs and keep licking down there.

“Wa- wait, something is-Ah!

You came on his face. You panted hard, your chest puffed up and down. You loosened the clench on the futon and looked down. You saw your husband licked your cum from his cheek.

“I’m- I’m sorry!!” You hurriedly pulled a small towel at your side and wipe his face. He chuckled and gripped your wrist.

“It’s fine. Let’s continue.” He pushed you down again, nibbled on your lower lips and presses your stomach.

He readied his own length towards your entrance. You looked down and immediately thought, “Will it be fit down there?” But you shrugged that feeling.

“Are you ready?” You nodded certainly. “Hold into my neck.” He lifted and positioned your legs, straddled on both of his hips. His body moved towards, his lips kissing your temple tenderly. You draped your hands onto his neck.

“Tell me if it’s hurts.” He slowly pushed his length down there. You shuddered on the sensation. First tip was in and you jolted at the strange thing. He shushed you down.

“Mm, ow.” You felt a slight pain in the middle of your entrance. You gripped his back, and accidentally dug your nails inside it. “I’m sorry, Kyoujurou. I clawed your back.”

“Are you okay?” He concerned and looked down, checking if you’re bleeding or anything that cause you writhed. You nodded. “Please, just tell me if you sense a discomfort.”

“I’m fine, sorry I clawed your back.” You said that, with teary eyes. Kyoujurou was really worried, but you still insisted to continue. “It’s just- It’s strange to think yours could fit inside me.” You tried to lighten the mood by giggling, but he became more concerned. He knew that you hold back the pain, but he decided to kissed your tears, cheek and nose to soothe you.

“It’s okay, relax.” You nodded and shut your eyes. You could feel he’s holding something because his breath was heavy. He really tried hard to not hurt you.

After awhile, you tapped his back, “It’s okay, you can move now.”

He let out low groan and started moving from slow pace.

It felt weird, really weird. But you enjoyed it. You still hang into his neck, while holding both of your legs intact, change the pace from slow to faster. You suddenly felt random, it’s hot, warm, happy, pleasure, sharp, shivering and a lot of mixed feelings build up inside your body. You started let out moans and mewls. You released your hand from his neck and grabbed the futon sheet instead. It made your breast jiggling more and it’s really erotic view for Kyoujurou

He relished every thrust he made, always make sure his wife felt good too. He tried any position that could made you scream, so he pulled out almost his length and quickly thrusted it again inside you.

“Mh, AH!” You covered your mouth in confusion. What is with that great feeling earlier??

“That’s the spot.” He smirked and licked his lower lips. He change his pace again, from faster to rougher.

You cried and tried to low your voice by biting your hands. He pushed your hands and moving forward, telling you to bite his shoulder instead. You do it, surpressing the muffled moan and cries. His pace became frantic, he groaned more on your ears.

“I’m close.” He whispered to you, holding his grunts.

“Me- me too, ah!” He lifted one of your legs on his shoulder,His thumb rubbing in your clit carelessly.

The over stimulation made you came first, you screamed his name from your lung, hoping that nobody wake up. It’s the first time you feel such great pleasure in your entire life. You shuddered with the sensation. The liquid from your body slowly made it way out of your lower hole. Kyoujurou still moved, until he reached his own euphoria. He groaned on your ear and releasing his seed inside you. After few thrust, he pulled out, looking at his cum trail broken from your inside.

“Are you feeling good?” He asked you while caressing your hair, make it on your side. You nodded while smiling. You cupped his cheek and kissed him on the lips. “I’m glad. It was so great. Thank you.” He kissed on your temple.

After that, you forgot what happened next.

“Ouch.” You woke up with stiff back and hips.

When you peeked on your lower bottom in the next morning, thick liquids was oozed out from there. “Right, I was… Unconscious after-”

Your face suddenly burned, you put your palm on your face. 'AAAAH, WE DID IT.’

You felt something covered your body. It’s Kyoujurou’s big kimono.

“By the way, where is he?” You tried to stood up with your knees and palms. If Kyoujurou looked at you, you exactly looked like a newborn fawn.

When you finally stood up, you lose your balance and almost fell down.

“Oops.” Kyoujurou came in time to held your back. “I was planning to clean you up last night but you were asleep. So, let’s bathe together!” He wrapped you with his robe, and slipped his hand behind your knees. “Was- Shoi!”

“Wait, I could walk alone! What if Father and Senjurou spotted us?!” You started to panicked when he brought your body out of room with bridal style. Squelching sound was heard from your lower part and you tried so hard to covering that part more with his robe while embarrassed. He laughed.

“Don’t worry, they were on the other side of the house today!”

He cleanse you up in the bathroom. You shuddered under his touches. You’re counting on him, relied everything on scrubbing your body, bathing you with warm water and cleansing you up.

After bathe, he brought you to your shared room again, dressing you up with new kimono.

You took a peek on his bare back. There are claw marks here and there, some even scratches thoroughly his skin. You blushed because you exactly knew what happened. You slowly touched them. He startled.

“I- I’m sorry. Did it hurt?”

“Don’t worry about it!”

“Wait, I’ll be back!”

“Huh, (y/n)?” He quickly wore his robe to cover his back. “It’s okay, I just wanted you to- Ah, there she goes.”

You came back with a box contained with aid kit.

“Let’s change your eye patch too.” He sighed in defeat. You tilted your head. “What’s wrong?”

“I wanted to pamper you today, but instead, you had to busy taking care of me again.” He sulked while putting his weight on your back and putting his chin on your head.

“This is my duty as your wife.”

“You’ve been doing this since you’re 'my little sister’.”

“Well that’s right, but it’s still my responsibility to take care of you right?”

He didn’t really like it, but he gave up. You put off his old eye patch, and like always, you changed it into new. Kyoujurou loosened up his robe, showing his bare back once again. You started to smear oint treatment on his skin.

“Are you mad?” You teased him while applying the oint.

“No.”

“Looks super mad to me.” You laughed, and he pouted, propped up his chin with his palm. “Don’t be mad, this is my obligation.” You quietly write 'I love you’ behind his back. He got the message and turned around.

“You sly.” He caught you in his big arms and showered you with kisses everywhere on your face.

After treatment, both of you sat on the engawa, just looking outside while enjoying the morning spring sun.

“Hey, how about you retiring?” Kyoujurou started the conversation.

“I… Still think about it. I still able to fight, and have no serious injury unlike you-”

“I wanted children.” He goes straight to what he desire most. “I wanted their mother to be by their side when they grow up. Being a Demon Slayer or Pillar is really high risk. I… I’m not ready to lose you, not after what we’re going through. You’ve done so much.”

“You wanted child?”

“Only if you could bear with it.”

“Of course, it’s my wish too after all.” You twined your finger with him while leaning on his shoulder. “I will rethink about retirement and ask Oyakata-sama.”

“Maybe two or three children.” He played with your fingers. “I could imagine Father played with them, Senjurou having nap with them. They ran around at this yard. I will make our children into great Demon Slayers or at least, has great swordsmanship, just like their mother.” He snuggled on your head.

“Well, I could imagine them saying 'I will burn you’ to the demons and 'Wasshoi’ parades.” He laughed.

“It’s good if it’s more merrier!!”

You chuckled and leaned more on him. His shoulder was warm and really comfortable, fitted to your small head.

“Are you still tired? How about your hips?” He looked at you yawning.

“A little stiff, but I’m fine. I probably should take a nap.” You rubbed your eyes. He smiled and pulling your head onto his laps.

“Since you always lend me your laps, it’s my turn to return the favour.” You blinked in brief moment but then nodded and positioned yourself. “Well, my lap isn’t soft, unlike yours.”

“It’s okay. I like my new pillow.” You smiled and closed your eyes, slowly drifting in your dreams. Kyoujurou gently caressed your hair, and kissed your cheek.

You never thought it will be a happy end like this. Your world already crushed into nothing when you were a newbie Mizunoto and found out your family was murdered. But when Kyoujurou came, he rebuild your world again, from crumbles, until slowly made it into endearing and beautiful world once again.

It is such a blessings for you, from the day he saved you until you fully became the part of this family.

You didn’t realize that both of you saving each other. Kyoujurou really thought you saved this family when he almost couldn’t resolve the situation in his house anymore. He thinks that you brought warmness once again inside his family. You brought love, pierced thorough his self defense smoothly and find his true self, accepted all of him.

Both of you never realize, you bring that fortunate together. You and him shared happiness and sadness, laughed together, cried together, and fought together.

It’s just the beginning of your journey.

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Shattered Pieces (Tanjirou x OC)

A/N: Commissioned fic once again for darling @knyheadcanons-imagines​ :)) Thank u so much for your constant love and support  💕

It’s a beautiful day today. 

Even more beautiful, Tanjirou finds himself daydreaming, with Hayami tending to the garden at the Butterfly Estate. She simply radiates and shines just as bright as the sun; the flowers she waters help frame her like a gorgeous picture. If there was ever a way to save a single moment in time, for him to hold it in his hand so he can look at it and remember it forever- he’d easily find a way to create that with Nezuko. And then… And then maybe this moment, too. 

Soft violet eyes meet his own, and Tanjirou barely registers it until Hayami’s pretty pink lips form a smile, directed toward him, and suddenly Tanjirou feels like bursting. 

It’s also comedic how red he gets, but he tries to ignore it as he (eagerly) waves her way. She waves back, and to Tanjirou’s surprise, she sets her watering can down next to the flowers. 

And walks his way. 

Now would be a good time to tone down his blush, Tanjirou thinks. So she doesn’t notice- yes, that would be good.

Too bad it’s not going anywhere anytime soon. 

“It’s good to see you, Tanjirou!” Hayami smiles again- and how can someone be so pretty so effortlessly? 

“Good!” Tanjirou squeaks, and then clears his throat- “good to see you, too! I didn’t know you were coming to the estate!” 

It’s totally embarrassing how he stumbled in his speech like that- but like the friend that Hayami is, she doesn’t acknowledge it and instead nods her head. He almost breaks down when she doesn't warn him before she pulls him into a hug, his arms stiffly and awkwardly hovering around her before he manages to kick himself into gear and hug her back. But again, if Hayami notices his default, she doesn't mention it as she pulls away. “Yeah! I’m meeting up with Kanao. We’re going on a mission tomorrow. Are you here for similar reasons?” 

Her head tilts as she asks the question- it would have made him blush harder because of how cute it is, but unfortunately, Tanjirou is already at max-capacity with blushing. 

“A-ah, no, actually. For once,” he laughs, nervously raising a hand to awkwardly scratch the back of his neck as he takes a small step back. Just enough so he isn't so close- so he can breathe a little easier. “Nezuko and I are taking a bit of a break. We’re trying to help Shinobu, too. She’s been tracking some of Muzan’s movements, so she asked for our help.” 

Hayami’s eyes light up in surprise. “Oh, really? That’s good, then! The closer we can get, the better. I hope it leads somewhere!” 

“Thank you!” He feels a rush of determination at her wish of good luck- and he responds in kind. “Good luck on your mission, too!” 

A kind, simple exchange. Hayami smiles and thanks Tanjirou, and then she goes back to watering the flowers. Tanjirou leaves for his duties as well, heart beating a bit faster than before, but it always feels nice to talk with a friend. 

The rest of the day goes swimmingly, but it feels like it’s a bit brighter now that Tanjirou knows Hayami is at the estate. He feels a bit foolish for going out of his way to find her several times throughout the day, but she always lights up when he comes around, so perhaps it’s not that foolish. When the night comes, she visits his room, visiting with Nezuko and wishing her a good night along with Tanjirou. He quickly wishes her the same, and he definitely doesn’t watch her as she leaves, walking off to her own room. 

And no one can understand Nezuko anyway, so he definitely didn’t do that, and he definitely didn’t have hearts in his eyes, either. And, most importantly, he definitely didn’t go to bed smiling just from thinking of how cute Nezuko and Hayami looked together when they talked tonight. 

——

Tanjirou wakes up with a gasp, heart thundering in his chest as cold sweat falls from his temple. 

It wasn’t often that Tanjirou had night terrors, but when they hit- they hit hard. But he’s- he takes a deep breath, inhaling and exhaling shakily as his fists find the covers and twists the material between his fingers. He’s fine, he’s fine… 

But then a flash of his dream hits him, kicks him in the gut- it was just a gruesome image of blood, blood, blood covering platinum hair and violet eyes. 

Tanjirou shivers, and before he knows it, he’s on his feet. 

Isn’t this weird? Isn’t this childish? He remembers all of the times that his siblings came to his side at night, crying and shaking from a nightmare- he remembers rubbing their back, holding them close, lulling them back to sleep with him under thin sheets. He’s always been that- the big brother, the pillar of stability and rationalization. 

So Tanjirou hesitates when he finds himself in that same place, that same scenario- but this time, he’s the child, twiddling his thumbs outside of the door and wondering if he should really go through with this. 

It was just a dream. 

But what an awful dream it was.

“Hayami?” His voice comes out quietly, but it’s somehow still so loud compared to the thick silence of the night. Tanjirou winces, already regretting doing this, but unfortunately, the sliding door opens before he can run back to his room. 

It’s Hayami on the other side, of course, properly dressed for bed and looking a little bleary-eyed, her hair more messy and tangled than it usually was during the day. He must have woken her up. 

“I- I’m sorry, Hayami, you should go back to bed,” Tanjirou quickly whispers, but she merely shakes her head and rubs her eyes. 

“No, it’s okay,” she whispers, too. It comes naturally because of how dark it is, how late it is. “Do you need anything? Everything okay?” 

Tanjirou shuffles in his spot, his lips already pulling awkwardly on his face. He’s a terrible liar, really- he’s even worse when it’s Hayami. “It’s nothing big,” Tanjirou shakes his head lightly, looking at the floorboards. “I’m just worried.” 

She doesn’t reply right away. When she does, it’s not with words- but an invitation as she slides the door open a little more, moving to the side as she looks at him kindly. Tanjirou doesn’t say anything either but eagerly takes her offer, slipping inside her dark room before he can convince himself not to, Hayami sliding the door shut behind him. She walks back to her mat, folding her legs underneath her as she sits down on the blankets and Tanjirou awkwardly moves to sit beside her; as she watches him, she laughs through her nose. 

“No need to be so tense, Tanjirou,” She reassures him quietly. “Relax.”

“Right,” he does as she says with a sigh, pulling his lips together and lacing his hands in his lap. When he looks up, she’s looking at him expectantly, still wearing that kind smile. He melts. “I had a bad dream,” he admits quietly, “about your mission. I dreamed you got really hurt, and I just… I really don’t want anything bad to happen to you, Hayami,” his brows crease on his forehead as he speaks. 

“Tanjirou,” Hayami softly sighs, and one of her hands reaches forward to place atop his on his lap. He flusters at the touch, blushing anxiously- and he’s thankful for the dark cover of night that hopefully hides his hot cheeks from her. “There is no need to worry. I’m alright,” she squeezes his hands, “and I will be after the mission, too. I’ll be back, and I will be fine. I promise.” 

“Thank you,” he whispers meekly. “I know, it’s still just…”

“You can’t help it. I get the same way,” she hums. “Do you want to stay here for the night? I will probably be up early in the morning, but you’re more than welcome to stay.” 

“Oh- I- I couldn’t-“

“Please. If it helps, I want you to stay,” Hayami reassures him swiftly, and Tanjirou hesitates. He looks at her sliding door, then back at her- and…

His head sinks between his shoulders shamefully. “Thank you, Hayami.” 

“Come here,” The girl tugs on his hands, urging him closer, and he looks at her curiously as she helps him lay on the mattress. Soon enough, before he realizes what’s happening, his head is in her lap and her fingers are running through his hair. 

Huh.

He’s pretty sure he’s blushing again- or he never stopped. Either way, if the moon cast her gaze on him now, she would reveal his wild beating heart and love-struck gaze, so he prays that he will stay blanketed in the darkness. No words are exchanged as Hayami begins to hum, her hands still coursing through his strands so soothingly that he feels his eyes getting heavy from the motion. Eventually, the hum becomes a soft, quiet song- lyrics hanging in the air that he can’t really grasp because of his muddled mind. 

Before he realizes it, he falls asleep like that. Safe in her hands and her watchful gaze, he sleeps, and no more dreams haunt him that night. The only thing he pictures is a field of lavender that sways from the wind and a soft song that rings beautifully in the air.

——

Of course, when Tanjirou wakes, Hayami is gone. She said she’d be leaving early, and surprisingly, Tanjirou slept heavily enough that he didn’t stir even once throughout the rest of the night. It’s still morning, but it’s getting late- so he tries not to fluster too much from the idea of sleeping in Hayami’s bed as he rushes back to his room and gets ready for the new day. 

Despite Hayami’s reassurances and the facts that he knew- which is that Hayami is more than strong and capable, she’s smart, too- Tanjirou couldn’t help but fumble around as he helped Shinobu today. It probably didn’t help that he was still replaying last night over and over in his mind- not only the dream, but the way Hayami sang, and the way she looked so beautiful with the moon shining behind her. And remembering how lovely, wonderful, beautiful she is… it creates more awkward fumbling and an anxious spike in his chest. He was worried. Something about his dream last night struck a chord deep in him and no matter how much he tried to push his anxieties to the side, the funk wouldn’t leave. 

Because what if something did happen? What if she really did get hurt, all the while as Tanjirou was separating herbs for medicine? At least it’s useful, he thinks, because if she really did get hurt, Tanjirou knew first hand that they had more than enough supplies to take care of her, no matter what. 

But even that still made his gut twist with fear. Because what if it wasn’t enough? What if, what if, what if? 

What if Kanao walks into the estate alone? 

That’s ridiculous, of course! Such a thing wouldn’t happen. Definitely not. Tanjirou eventually had to slam his head hard against a wall, almost creating a crack in it (the wall, unfortunately, as his head was still as thick as a stone and wasn’t splitting anytime soon) to shock himself out of his bad thoughts. He has things to do! 

So Tanjirou buries his nose in his work, moving viciously and making the nurses make worried comments, but that’s fine. He’s fine! And so is Hayami! Yes, yes. Everything is fine. 

And yet. 

There’s something inside Tanjirou that shatters when he sees Kanao come through the Butterfly Estate gates, a limp body in her arms; the body covered in dark stains of blood and familiar blonde hair that covers their face, messily tangled and equally as dirty. He’s not exactly sure what shatters- a part of him, deep inside and hidden somewhere that’s locked away, and maybe it’s a part of him that’s been left abandoned and unassessed because of how undesirable and ugly it is. Maybe it was a part of him built up from seeing so, so many people die, seeing his family’s corpses, seeing things he shouldn’t have seen over and over again, grotesque and gut-wrenching- and seeing her, too. Seeing her just like that, just like all the other skeletons in his closet. It’s- it’s… 

Something vicious and primal comes clawing up his throat, his heart, his head. Let me out, let me out, let me out, it begs. It wants to throw him into a frenzy, it wants to throw him into disarray, and it wants to destroy him. 

And Tanjirou swallows that beast down, as hard as he can as he leads Kanao quickly to the private rooms in the estate. He keeps swallowing it down- because he has to. Even when his heart drops when he sees Hayami’s face; when he sees the slashes in her torso, the gash on her forehead. Even then, he clenches his fist, and that’s it. His blunt fingernails somehow manage to make indents and make his palms bleed, but that’s the worst of his damage. The physical damage, of course.

He can’t speak for the emotional damage yet. 

Tanjirou is also keenly aware that he can’t do anything. He can’t help heal her, he doesn’t know how that works. The best he can do is protect her, but that opportunity has passed. Now there is nothing. 

As the nurses rush in and out of the room, carrying out baskets of bloody towels and carrying in more and more gauze and supplies, he finds that the best thing he can do for himself is walk away. He walks to his room, and once he’s sure that it’s dark enough, he unlatches Nezuko’s box. Tanjirou was mildly expecting her to be asleep, so he’s a bit surprised to see her sakura eyes staring up at him. 

He takes his shite luck wholeheartedly though, and he holds her tight. It doesn’t matter if Nezuko doesn’t hold him back, because he just needs something to ground him. 

She does, though- one hand reaching up to hold his head against her shoulder, the other one rubbing his back. Tanjirou gasps, tenses, and finally, the beast in him comes out. It scratches his throat viciously as it does, causing him to cry out, and it bursts through his eyes and makes him sob. 

Maybe he holds Nezuko too tight, and maybe he cries and sobs too loud. 

But for now, in the safety of her arms, that’s okay. 

So he lets that beast come out, as ugly and undesirable as it may be. 

——

It’s hours later that Tanjirou finally feels well enough to go outside his room, and when he does, a little nurse immediately comes to his side and gives him the good news. 

Hayami is fine, of course. It definitely looked scary, but she would heal and be back in the field soon enough. No lasting damage, no risks of infection. 

The best outcome. 

That was only mildly true, Tanjirou thinks, because the best outcome would be the one where she returned to the estate happy and unharmed. But- besides that- this was surely the best outcome. He thanks the little girl earnestly for the news, and he quickly makes his way to her room where she rests peacefully. 

He comes in and out as the day continues. He still has a job he has to do, after all, but Tanjirou always comes back to her room when he can. It’s only a day later when she wakes. 

When her eyes blink open, violet irises murky and slightly faded from exhaustion and confusion- it feels like Tanjirou is finally allowed to breathe again. 

There’s an impulse he feels to jump and wrap Hayami in his arms, and his arms flinch from that impulse, but he stops. Freezes. That probably wouldn’t be a good idea- he’d probably hurt her even more if he squeezed her like he wants to, just so he can feel her heartbeat, make sure she’s really alive. 

She is alive. Her eyes are open, they’re swimming with morality, shining as they look at him, and she smiles. 

He’s still frozen. 

“Tanjirou,” Hayami sighs, one of her hands reaching forward and placing atop his shaking ones on his lap. “I worried you again, didn’t I?” Her face falls a bit, the smile on her face becoming strained as she coughs and her eyebrows knit together. “I’m sorry.” 

“No,” Tanjirou finally swallows, willing himself to speak as his hand wraps around hers, holding it tight and securely. “Don’t be sorry, it’s not your fault that you got hurt. I’m sorry I wasn’t there,” he apologizes quickly. It bursts out of him because the words have been repeating in his head over and over since he first saw her in Kanao’s arms. 

Hayami merely huffs, squeezing his hand back as she gives him a knowing look. 

“Why would you be? You were supposed to be here, not with me. There’s no reason for you to be sorry, either.” 

His mouth opens and closes dumbly. Tanjirou wasn’t sure what to say to that- his brows furrow on his forehead as he squints. And then, reluctantly, he sighs and bites his lip. 

“Then neither of us should be sorry,” he says and Hayami smiles. 

“That sounds fair.”

A silence wafts through, then- it’s not unfriendly or bad, but Tanjirou still itches to say something else. And he’s also vividly aware of the fact that he’s still holding her hand, but he doesn’t really want to let go. “I’m really happy that you’re safe,” he says and winces. That’s not what he really wanted to say.

Hayami doesn’t seem to notice- she smiles and nods. 

“I know you’re hurt, but…” Unknowingly, Tanjirou’s eyes grow big and soft, almost pleading as he looks her way. Unknowingly, it makes Hayami’s heart skip a beat as he asks, “would it be alright if I hugged you?” 

“Of course, Tanjirou!” Hayami replies instantly, her smile growing already, and unknowingly, that makes Tanjirou’s own heart skip, too. She shuffles around on her pillows, using her free hand to help prop herself up on the pillows- and then Tanjirou is already surrounding her, arms holding but not suffocating as they cradle her body gently and securely. Tanjirou exhales a shaky sigh as he hugs her, her own hands coming to slowly wrap around him. 

“I’m really glad you’re safe,” he says again, against her skin, and she hums. Her hands move up and down his back, her eyes shut as she relaxes against him. 

He’s warm. Warm and safe, so unlike the cold feeling of demons, of war and survival. Tanjirou is a welcome contradiction of the world they are surrounded in, Hayami thinks.

“Thank you, Tanjirou.” She says earnestly and honestly, pressing her forehead against his collarbone with a sigh. 

And then she winces when she tries to move her arms again, and Tanjirou bursts to life. 

“Right! I need to get the nurses- and I need to tell Shinobu you’re up! And Kanao, too. She doesn’t show it, but she was really worried.” He paces around the room quickly and Hayami giggles as she watches him. The sound makes him freeze, looking at her with wide eyes. 

His lips form a smile as his eyes soften. “I’ll be right back,” he promises, and then he leaves the room in a flash. 

Alone in her room, Hayami laughs again, leaning against her pillows with a flustered grin despite all the gashes and slashes on her body that urge her to do anything but. The hummingbird pace of her heart simply disagrees with the burning and throbbing.

——

It was agreed, or perhaps the word is forced that Tanjirou became one of Hayami’s main caretakers as she healed in the estate. 

It was ridiculous, of course, because Tanjirou really didn’t know the first thing about nursing other than the things he knew from being an older brother in a big family. But it was agreed (forced) nonetheless, as long as another nurse was by his side in case he did something wrong. 

But he was careful. Always careful, always thoughtful. He always checked in with the nurse before he gave Hayami her medicine, and always asked if he was doing it correctly when he helped rewrap her bandages. 

Hayami was honestly flattered by how determined he was to help care for her. Flattered, and maybe a bit embarrassed. Having Tanjirou constantly at her side was nice, of course, but she felt odd for looking so weak in his eyes. 

So when Tanjirou focuses on making her herbal tea one day and accidentally trips as he moves forward one day, the tea porcelain falling to the floor and shattering in a million pieces, Hayami supposes that maybe something in her breaks, too. Some sort of subconscious decision that she doesn't have the resolve to hang onto anymore.

“Tanjirou!” She gasps, sifting upright in her bed. Thankfully, he didn’t fall along with the tea. “Are you okay?” 

“Oh!” He laughs a bit shyly. When Hayami starts to remove her cover, his head snaps up and he quickly waves his hands as he reassures her. “No, don’t get up! You could step in it! I’ll clean it, don’t worry!” 

Hayami isn't sure how she feels when he turns his back to her to clean up the mess. “Are you sure?” She hums with disbelief, frowning a bit as she strains to look at the mess. 

“Of course- ah!”

The porcelain is surprisingly sharp, and Tanjirou winces with a small grunt as the shard he picks up digs into his skin and cuts, droplets of blood already running down his digit. He sighs, looking it over- it’s not that deep, but it still stings. 

“Tanjirou!” 

He freezes again. Oops.

“Did you cut yourself?” Hayami asks, concern and something mildly-accusatory in her tone as she desperately tries to look around him from her spot in bed. He looks at her over his shoulder, smiling reassuringly- 

“It’s just a small cut-“ 

“Come here.” 

He’s sort of surprised by how stern she sounds. “Wh- it’s no big deal, really! It barely even hurts-“ 

“Tanjirou,” her lips pull, and his stomach swirls as he sighs and stands, leaving the (surprisingly sharp) porcelain shards on the floor as he heads to her side. Hayami reaches for the medical box by her bedside- the medical box used for her needs, plenty of gauze and adhesives so she has plenty of supplies in case she needs it if one of the nurses isn't around to help. Tanjirou immediately shakes his head as he watches her rifle through it. 

“That’s yours, Hayami!”

“I don’t care, you cut yourself. It could get infected!” Her hands reach toward him, grabbing and pulling him toward her bed. “Come on, Tanjirou. You know these things are important.” She only settles when he finally sits down beside her, and she grabs a cotton pad, dabbing it in alcohol and then grabbing his hand as she begins to clean the cut. 

He barely reacts at the sting. “It’s just a small cut, it’s fine…” He tries again, but she merely shakes her head as she focuses on cleaning the blood. 

“It’s still important.”

Hayami dutifully cleans the cut, and no words are shared as she quickly wraps it in a bandage. The amount of care she put into it wasn’t needed- not at all- and Hayami realized that, of course. 

Her lips pull again as she holds Tanjirou’s calloused hand in her own. 

“Be careful, Tanjirou. You don’t… you don’t have to work so hard to help me. I’m fine, too.” She meets his gaze with a soft exhale. “I promise.” 

“You almost weren’t-“

“But I am,” she urges, her eyebrows furrowing tensely. “I am, Tanjirou.”

There's a cutting silence that drags heavily between the two of them. Tanjirou doesn't meet her eye anymore, his eyes heavily focused on the bed sheets instead. As the silence continues, Hayami swallows as she eventually breaks it, her thumb running across Tanjirou's palm. "I appreciate everything you're doing for me. It makes me so happy that you care," she whispers. "But you act as if I'm dying. And I need you to know that I'm not. I'm getting better, you know."

She knows that he knows. He's been by her side all this time- it would be impossible or extremely ignorant to be blind to her progress. And Hayami knows that Tanjirou isn't ignorant. 

"You're right," Tanjirou sighs. His body moves again, coming to life as he squeezes her fingers gently. "I got so scared before, and I let that take over me. I know you're capable of doing things by yourself, but I just..." 

It feels strangely similar, this moment. A sense of deja vu washes over him, and he realizes- this moment is not at all unlike when he came to her before, worried at the mere concept of her getting hurt from a dream he had. 

"I'm sorry, Hayami," he frowns as he meets those beautiful violet eyes again. "I'll try to be less intense." 

"You're fine, honestly," her head tilts as she gently smiles at him, "it's been irritating me, too. Not being able to get better fast enough. And I don't want to get frustrated at you for helping me." 

Tanjirou nods. "That makes sense." And then his eyes drift back to the mess of tea, and he hums, his expression wincing again. "We should clean it before it sticks on the floorboards."

Despite the negative outcome of what he said- because Shinobu would surely be furious if the tea sank into the floor- Hayami beams at Tanjirou. "We should!" She agrees, and eagerly she stands with him, helping pick up the pieces with careful, loving hands. 

#kamado tanjirou #tanjiro kamado #tanjirou kamado #tanjirou x oc #tanjirou kamado x oc #commission #writing commission #kny #demon slayer #Kimetsu no Yaiba #OC #kamado tanjiro

[sun-daddy-yoriichi]

Speaking of Yoriichi the sugar level is like L from Death Note >w< , so what do you think he does in the modern times/ Kimetsu no Gakuen time period? Please give the man an ending he deserves ｡･ﾟﾟ*(>д

If I'm being honest, I've thought about this quite a lot before you requested it. It took me some time to actually pin down a solid headcanon. But I do like how this turned out, so enjoy!

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Yoriichi Tsugikuni Kimetsu Gakuen Headcanons

After very careful consideration (it was like two weeks of conversing with my friend), I have decides that Yoriichi would most likely be the kind but enigmatic musical theater teacher at Kimetsu Academy.

Everyone knows him, but nobody knows anything about him.

He's the first to arrive and the last to leave every day. Nobody has seen him leave the school. Some students think he lives there.

He doesn't. He just doesn't sleep a lot at home.

Nobody knows exactly how old he is. There are a lot of rumours that he's worked at Kimetsu Academy since it opened, but he doesn't look over twenty-three.

A lot of girls have a huge crush on him.

(So do I)

Yoriichi sponsors the Musical Theater Club at Kimetsu Academy. They put on a different show every year, and he somehow manages to make it absolutely spectacular every time.

Les Mis is the one he is most proud of l, being that they built the barricade in real time. They did have some help from the prop department, but it was incredibly fascinating to see his students steal certain chairs from the audience, or even employ them to help everything go smoothly.

His second greatest show is tied between Moulin Rouge and The Great Comet. Both very respectable musicals, but since Yoriichi let his tech department go crazy when they were preparing, they turned out incredibly well-done.

Zenitsu has perfet pitch (canon) and has tried out for a few roles. He always gets it, and Yoriichi does his best to explain things to him well.

A lot of people think that Yoriichi and Tanjirou Kamado are related. Nobody knows for sure, but Yoriichi goes to the Kamado's bakery for coffee and scones every morning.

He can and will watch Avatar: The Last Airbender over and over again.

(He's a firebender).

Sometimes he auditions for roles at a community theater near where he lives. One of his students ran into him during auditions, and she swore on her life that he had the voice of an angel.

Everybody is curious about the unique birthmark on his forehead, but so far they've gotten quite twisted responses from him.

"It's a tattoo. I don't remember getting it, though."

"It appeared there the night of my eighteenth birthday."

"It's the mark of Satan. I got sacrificed to him in my past life, I suppose."

He's joking, or is he?

Most of his students just hope he was born with it.

Almost everything he says can be quoted back to Shakespeare.

"Nothing is good or bad, but thinking makes it so."

He gets into a mood whenever the school won't allow them to do a certain musical.

The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Book or Mormon, and Cabaret, to name a few.

He sulked for an entire week and his students had to pick their own musical that year.

When practicing, a lot of his students lose their voice if they have roles that required belting or yelling. He has the best remedies for that. There's always tea stocked in his room, and he will write slips to tell other teachers that they won't be able to speak.

His calm and quiet demeanor is very relaxing for first years or students that are new to the club. He's not so uptight, but he is a bit of a perfectionist.

If one of his students is struggling, he'll stay behind or pull them aside to ask them what is wrong. Usually, he can help them fix it pretty quickly.

Most people at the school love him, even if they hardly know who he is. He can turn anyone into a good musical actor within one semester, and a lot of kids leave his class or practices feeling warm.

Wholesome Kimetsu Gakuen Yoriichi? Yes, please.

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