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(Mod: it makes him more loveable to me, but I don't think he'd be fond of it)
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Hellooo! I hope your days are going smoothly!! if it's not too much of a hassle, may i request a gyomei fic wherein one of them died (maybe during the last arc and the one who was saved has to live with regret of not saying what they felt sooner but like deep down they know the feelings are mutual ;(( ) and when they got reincarnated they stumble upon each other and idk something happened that made them remember what happened in their previous life sooo it's like angst to fluff~ feel free to scroll past this if you do not want to!! and thank you <33
Hello adorable anon!!! Listen personally I do not believe in reincarnation, but you were sooo polite and gentle, just a cutiepie in your request that I could not ignore. AndI love Gyomei too!!! He is amazing. Listen my lovely, because Tumblr seems count words I can't post the entire fic in this post, so I will post the link for you see the rest, ok? Its already all done, I just need upload, so just wait some minutes and I'm gonna do it. Thank you and I hope you day is great too my darling! 💓
Gyomei Himejima X Reader
Past and Future ⏳
The hands meet in the midst of tears and blood, Gyomei, feels the last exhale of his lungs, and in his last moments, the heat of the touch desperately alerting him begging him not to leave, Gyomei ardently longed for the caresses he was to receive now, but can never say anything, or has simply decided to do so.
The purpose of ending the suffering of many, brought to mind the pillar that perhaps it would cost his life, which he generously gave in exchange for the innocents who had gone and protected future generations.
You on the other hand refuse to believe. Your heart bleeds with the pain that pierces your being. He's so splendid, even about to leave you.
The gentle hands overflowing like a mighty stream of water is perceived. Your fingertips whisper your secret. Your tongue never uttered the three sacred words, but in the painful farewell, Gyomei's heart could smile, he felt that this strong and overwhelming feeling is reciprocal. And squeezing your hand, which is still on the brave warrior's face, with Gyomei's departure, he lets go towards goodbye.
You're from the support team, the survivors look at you in melancholy. The demonstrations, gifts exchanged, words of praise, never went unnoticed. Only you believed so. But love emanated like the sweetest fragrance. Your forehead against his already lifeless, makes many feel sadder.
Tanjiro, after returning from the demonic state caused by Muzan, puts his hands on your shoulders. Speechless but with eyes reflecting your pain with drops traveling through his eyelids makes you share the excruciating sensation. Tanjiro has become a great friend, just like the other survivors. Your life went on, but Gyomei never gave up to have a space in your memory.
You have kept your beloved's haori, and this precious item has been kept in your generation for a long time…
The rest of this fic it's here
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