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moonywritez6 · 3 months

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Knight Sanemi x Princess Reader

Character: Sanemi Shinaguzawa (Demon Slayer)

Reader: Fem Reader!

Wc: 2,497

Warnings: Forced arranged marriage, harsh language, bit of violence, bruises, blood, death

A/n: Not edited or looked over

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Knight Sanemi was one of the lowest rankings of the knights due to his family's status, along with his terrible temper.

Knight Sanemi was surprised to be told the news of his newest assignment to the second princess of the kingdom, finding it highly suspicious.

Knight Sanemi rudely introduces himself, interrupting your teatime in the garden. His actions earn him a scolding from your lady-in-waiting. "How dare you introduce yourself to the princess in such a way! You lowly knights are all the same!! Filthy commoners who know nothing of edict!" You watch as he shoots her a chilling glare, eyes showing pure distaste for her wording.

Knight Sanemi should be used to the constant criticism of those from a higher status, however, he always finds himself on the verge of cursing every one of them out, no matter the consequences. However, he knows his limits and sees that if he were to snap in front of one of the royal family, he would surely ruin everything he worked so hard for.

Knight Sanemi is surprised when he hears a small laugh slip past your delicate lips, causing his ears to ring at the sweet melody echoing through his brain. He turns to you, faces still cold and scary looking as he cocks a brow. "Is something amusing princess?" Though he intended the question to come out gentle, he can't help but scoff at the end of his question. His voice still holding annoyance from the words spat at him seconds ago.

Knight Sanemi watches as you gently place your tea cup down making sure it is placed in the perfect position. His purple irises can't help but watch as your small hands rest elegantly under your chin while your lips slowly curl up into a pure and joyful smile. "I'm sorry it appears I couldn't help myself." You spoke softly, your eyes locking with his causing him to feel…intimidated?

Knight Sanemi watched as you tilted your head eyes filled with curiosity as he took note of how you were appearing to size him up. "Haven't you been told it's rude to stare?" His words earned another glare from your lady-in-waiting but he paid her no mind his eyes solely focused on his new employer. You just smiled before letting out a loud, unladylike laugh causing both your servents to jump in shock. "Hahaha! Forgive me Sir Shinazugawa! It's just I can't help but be reminded of a grumpy cat when I look at you!" Your blunt excuse causes Sanemi to halt his mind slowly processing your words before a deep blush crosses his cheeks. "WHO ARE YOU CALLING A GRUMPY CAT?!?!" His voice echoes throughout the garden causing those nearby to jump in fright. You catch your breath after a moment before dismissing a stray tear with your thumb. "Where are my manners?" After questioning yourself outload you carefully stand to walk in front of the Knight.

Knight Sanemi who took note of your smaller form feeling almost guilty for having to look down at someone who is considered royalty. You give a curtsy making sure your posture is perfect as that same joyful smile graces your features once more. "A pleasure to meet you Sir Shinazugawa. I am the second princess of the crown Y/n L/n. Please take good care of me." Your words were laced with no ill intentions nor did he detect any belittlement of his status which was something the knight wasn't used to.

Knight Sanemi who bows without a word ending the first meeting between the two of you. His mind can't help but wonder what kind of person the second princess truly was.

Knight Sanemi who has been serving as your knight for almost three months. It didn't take him long to realize why such a lowly knight like himself was placed as the second princess's guard. About a week into being assigned his post Sanemi took note of how you were never approached or summoned by any of the other royal family. The staff never cared to put any effort or detail into their work when it came to your things and meals. The only one who seemed to care was your lady-in-waiting who was always defending the princess from the other staff when they were caught badmouthing you.

Knight Sanemi who found you one day sitting alone in the garden a book in your lap as your eyes stared longingly at the blue sky. Sanemi couldn't help but be captivated by the look in your eyes one he recalled all too well. It was the look of someone who desired a new life…someone who desired what he always wanted for himself…freedom.

Knight Sanemi finds himself walking toward you his feet carrying him toward your seated form without a second thought. You heard his footsteps looking at him with that bright smile he caught himself looking forward to each day he woke in the morning. "Sir Shinazugawa! Good evening! The day is beautiful is it not?" You asked brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. Sanemi just grunts as he plops down next to you not even asking for your permission on the matter. You said nothing as you watched your knight get comfortable on the ground putting his arms behind his head as he kept his eyes closed. "Awe did you think I was lonely?~ How kind of you~" You Teased earning a small glare from the man who clicked his tongue in response.

Knight Sanemi who feels your curious stare lingering on him as he slowly opens an eye. "What is it now?" He grumbles having grown used to your random questions. "Your hair…it's such a pretty and unique color…is it common in your family?" Your question doesn't surprise the knight as he was used to sticking out due to the color of his hair. However, he finds himself gritting his teeth to stop the smile that desperately wished to grace his lips with the word you used for it being 'pretty.' He lets out a small grunt instead of going back to closing his eyes. "No, it's not…I'm the only one with this color hair." His response is quick and to the point, your only response being a hum of understanding.

Knight Sanemi feels your form moving around though his eyes are closed. You gently tap his nose causing him to get annoyed as he opens both eyes this time ready to yell at you for being annoying only to stop when he notices how close your face is to his. You smile as you gently caress his cheek causing your knight to stiffen. "I knew it….your eyes are also so pretty and unique… you're such a beautiful man Sir Shinazugawa." Your words caused Sanemi's heart to beat rapidly against his chest as he quickly backed away from you setting what he thought was a good distance.

Knight Sanemi who glares at you stands up once he gains his composure. "Though you are a princess your manners are strictly lacking. I think it would be best for you to touch up on your royal edict my lady." His words were cold and cruel. It was clear he detested you for being of royal blood. You go silent at his words giving nothing but a sad smile along with a nod before grabbing your book to leave. Sanemi stands alone in the garden for a moment before clenching his fists cursing his harsh tongue as he storms off to the training grounds.

Knight Sanemi who hasn't heard your voice in days. He stood by you at all times and protected you when needed but it was silent between the two of you. Sanemi found himself getting irked by your avoidance, but he couldn't blame you…after all, he was nothing but a shitty lowlife like his father. Sanemi stands a few feet away from where you sat, your lady-in-waiting by his side. She is silent for a moment before deciding to speak her mind. "Tell me, knight. What do you know of my lady?"

Knight Sanemi barely spares her a glance let alone a reply. "She is the second princess of the royal family." His short answer earns a scoff from the older woman who glares at him. "Is that all you know? Shame on you for being my lady's Knight without even knowing a single thing about her." Sanemi growls not wanting to deal with this at the moment. "..The princess is an illegitimate child...her mother died giving birth and the king brought her into the palace as a way to free his guilt." Her words made sense to Sanemi as he had assumed that was already the case from how he saw you being treated these last few months. "The princess has no family, no friends…only us." The last two words she spoke get the knight's attention as he looks down at her. She smiles a sad smile up at him as if hoping he would see where she was coming from. "We are the only ones…who truly care for our princess."

Knight Sanemi who finds you the next day once again in the garden reading a book. He lets out a deep sigh before storming over to your form. He sits across from you with a loud thud catching you by surprise as you clutched your book in your lap. Sanemi sat across from you frustratingly scratching the back of his head as he glared at the ground. "..I'm not used to compliments on my…looks." He finally muttered getting your attention. "I'm the only one in my family who looks like this ya know…it caused a lot of problems in my house..between my parents." His words cause your body to relax your eyes softening.

Knight Sanemi moves his sword to the side as he shyly holds a hand out for you. You stare at it confused not sure what he was asking. "My hands are covered in many sins princess…however if you will have me still, I wish to serve and protect you…and only you till the end of our lives." Sanemi watches as your eyes light up with his words a giant smile crossing your face as tears fill your eyes. "YOU FINALLY ACCEPTED ME!!!" You cried jumping into his arms catching the knight by surprise as he blushed heavily while trying to catch you. "WAIT YOU IDIOT!"

Knight Sanemi who has fallen deeply in love with his princess. He finds himself always thinking about her even while he dreams. He feels his heart melt whenever your bright smile comes into view and your angelic voice causes his ears to ring. You feel the same way whenever you see him, his eyes causing your legs to grow weak as his harsh voice sends butterflies into your stomach.

Knight Sanemi is in utter shock when he hears about your arranged marriage to one of the kingdom's most cruel nobles. "This must be a lie! Why would they marry her off to that pig?!?!" Sanemi yelled to your lady-in-waiting who cried into her hands after informing him of the terrible news. "Oh, princess…my sweet lady." She cried over and over. Sanemi stood there his entire being shaking with anger and disgust as he rushed to find you.

Knight Sanemi who, by the time he finds you is dark. You sat curled up in your nightgown small sobs escaping your lips as you hid in your favorite spot in the garden. "Y/n…" Sanemi whispers to not scare you. Your head shoots up the tears in your eyes glistening under the moonlight causing him to grimace his chest tightening. "My princess I am here." He calls softly. Your nose leaks as you let out a big sob at the sight of your loyal knight and secret lover. "Sanemiiiii!!!!!" You cry jumping into his arms. Sanemi shushes you as he keeps you in a tight embrace his body shaking in fear at the thought of his sweet and joyful princess at the hands of that cruel man.

Knight Sanemi who feels like he will puke when he hears the cries that leave your lips. "Sanemi…I'm so scared. I don't want to go to that man! I'd rather die!" You cry your fists gripping the front of his shirt for dear life as you look up at him. Your face usually so joyful is filled with nothing but fear and pain. "Kill me Sanemi! I don't want to be his toy!" Your words break as another sob escapes your throat. Sanemi feels his entire world come crashing down as he watches the second purest woman in his life start to crumble before him.

Knight Sanemi shakes his head at your words his hold becoming tighter. "Don't say that! Get ahold of yourself, princess!" He yells gripping your shoulders as he tries to look into your eyes. He falters when he sees the light dimming from your gorgeous hues. "Please…don't ask that of me my princess…it will be too much for me to bear." He cries, his head down in shame. You stand there, unable to cease your tears as you process the weight of what you were asking of the man before you. "Sanemi…I-I'm so sorry!"

Knight Sanemi kisses away all your tears his grip not letting up as the veins in his neck and forearm bulge out in anger. "I won't let them hurt you Y/n…I am your sworn knight, remember? I will always protect you." He whispers into your ear reassuringly. You melt into his touch, those words sending comfort throughout your body as you both sink to the ground. Neither wished to leave the other's grasp.

Knight Sanemi finds himself pinned to the ground by three higher-ranking knights. Bruises started to form on his skin as blood seeped from the wounds, he received in trying to protect you from being forced away. "Sanemi!" You cried while being forced into the carriage by your father's knights. "Let her go dammit! My lady!" He screamed, eyes practically bulging out of their sockets with rage as he struggled to get up. "Once she is taken away have this filth executed for treason." You heard your father's commander's order, causing fear to swipe through you. "NO! Don't touch him! He's innocent! Please!" You cry while kicking and thrashing around.

Knight Sanemi who can do nothing but cry and yell as he watches you get shoved into the carriage, your fists pounding on the door. "Y/N!!!!" There is nothing he can do before you are out of sight.

Knight Sanemi finds himself standing in a puddle of blood, the bodies of his comrades surrounding him as blood drips from the tip of his blade. Heavy pants leave his lips as he starts to make his way out of the palace grounds. Sanemi finds himself unable to think as he slashes down those who get in his way. "Move…" He growls as more knight's charge towards him. "YOU'RE IN THE WAY!"

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pxob · 11 months

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blossoming love

Sanemi Shinazugawa x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2695

Category: Friends to lovers, fluff, angst and comfort.

Warnings: Anxious reader and anxious habits, self-doubt, mentions of drinking, swearing and slightly suggestive.

a/n: i needed some comfort and love for myself.

The room brimmed with a lively atmosphere as all the Hashira, including yourself, gathered to celebrate Shinazugawa's birthday. Carefree and unrestrained, laughter and camaraderie filled the air as everyone indulged in the revelry.

The aggressive clink of two ceramic sake glasses resonated through the tatami room.

"Another!" Rengoku's boisterous voice erupted, capturing the attention of those around him.

"Another, for fuck's sake—" Shinazugawa hiccupped, "round," he stumbled along his speech.

Shinazugawa's flushed cheeks added a touch of warmth to his typically hostile countenance, illuminating his features with a radiant glow, allowing glimpses of his true self to shine through.

A melodious voice called out your name, gently pulling you back to reality. "You're staring too hard," Kanroji crooned.

Startled, you blinked and refocused your attention, meeting Kanroji's captivating gaze. A warm smile graced her lips, as if she had caught you in a moment of silent admiration.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you replied, a soft laugh escaping your lips.

Kanroji tilted her head, her expression resembling that of an adorable puppy seeking understanding. "You should tell him," she suggested, a gentle encouragement.

"No," you quickly replied, gathering your thoughts. Your hands were shaky, and you felt fidgety, you continued, "No, I don't think he sees me in that way, Kanroji-san." The words stumbled out.

Her gaze settled upon Shinazugawa, you followed her line of sight, eyes fixed on him. A pang of bittersweet longing surged through your heart, causing your breath to catch in your throat. The sight of him, with his radiant smile stretching across his face, was simply breathtaking. His scars, rather than diminishing his appeal, added a layer of rugged beauty to his features.

In that moment, his arms draped over Rengoku and Uzui, he joined them in a drunken chorus, slurring out musical lyrics. The three of them, cheered each other on with unabashed enthusiasm. It was a scene of uninhibited joy, yet within the depths of your being, a mix of admiration, longing, and a touch of envy intertwined.

Questions echoed in your mind, taunting your innermost doubts. When would you find the courage? When would you gather enough strength? Each time you attempted to reach out to Shinazugawa, the outcome remained the same—silence. His gaze would turn vacant, as if yearning to escape the situation, leaving you feeling disheartened and unsure of how to bridge the widening chasm between you two.

He also possessed an uncanny perceptiveness that astounded you. Shinazugawa had an innate ability to notice even the most subtle cues—an involuntary shake of your hands, the instinctive act of hiding them behind your back, the nervous swallow before speaking to him, and even the times you absentmindedly picked at your skin when your hands found solace in your pockets. Every anxious detail seemed to lay bare before his discerning eyes.

The keenness of his observation left you feeling diminished, as if your insecurities were laid bare for him to see. You longed to shed the burden of anxiety, to rid yourself of the constant unease that plagued your interactions. It was an inner struggle, an insecurity you yearned to overcome.

And whenever he mustered a response, his words stumbled and faltered, as if caught in a perpetual battle within his mind. Each syllable seemed carefully weighed, as if he were constantly revaluating the potential impact of his words on you.

Shinazugawa now pulled Tomioka, drawing him onto his chest. His expression appeared vacant, only willing to endure Shinazugawa's performance for the sake of his special night.

"All right, Shinazugawa, how about we play a little game?" Uzui suggested, his voice laced with mischief. His eyes swept across the room, ensuring he had captured everyone's attention. A wide grin adorned his face.

"Go on, before you bore me," Shinazugawa retorted.

"You have two choices," Uzui declared. "Either you take five shots, or you answer my question." Uzui’s gaze then shifted directly to you, accompanied by a sly wink, leaving you momentarily taken aback.

Shinazugawa didn't miss Uzui’s flirtatious gesture, his sharp eyes catching every detail, "Ask the fucken’ question."

As soon as you were certain that the attention had shifted away from you, you addressed Kanroji. "Kanroji-san, if you'll excuse me, I need to use the toilet," you whispered politely.

With all discreetness, you slipped through the slightly ajar door, seeking a momentary respite. Unconsciously, you took a breath you hadn't even realized you were holding. As you stepped into the hallway, your attention was immediately caught by a fragment of Uzui’s question to Shinazugawa.

“Why do you not tell her how you feel?”

You choked; a glimmer of hope seeped through your body.

You shook your head, coming to realisation that it was best not to dwell on the possibilities any longer and protect yourself. With that in mind, you proceeded to walk away towards the gardens, where the night was at its peak.

As you tottered through the hallway, you could hear the gasps and muffled bewildered comments thrown at Shinazugawa's answer to Uzui’s question.

After a while, you arrived at the lush gardens. Despite the absence of sunlight, the vibrant colours of the flowers and foliage seemed to emanate a soft glow under the gentle moonlight. The tranquillity of the surroundings provided a stark contrast to the bustling atmosphere indoors.

A sense of calm enveloped you, gently washing away the unease that had once gripped your heart. Like the receding tides of the ocean, your worries dissipated, leaving behind a newfound serenity.

As you strolled beneath the stunning Sakura tree, its delicate blossoms in full bloom, you couldn't help but be captivated by the breathtaking sight. The vibrant pink petals adorned the branches, creating a scene of sheer beauty and peace.

You found a comfortable spot underneath the tree, settling into a seat amidst the scattered fallen petals. Gently, you picked up a few of the delicate blossoms, allowing their velvety touch to grace your fingertips. As you marvelled at their fragile beauty, a poignant realisation struck you—you, too, were like those petals, vulnerable and delicate in your own way.

Lost in the labyrinth of your thoughts, you found yourself struggling to fully register your surroundings. However, the distinct sound of gravel crunching beneath footsteps snapped you back to attention. It reverberated through the air, deliberate and unapologetic, as if the person behind it wanted to make their presence known.

Alternatively, it was their drunken state causing them to carelessly tread upon the gravel without concern.

You turned your head, your heart racing as the crunch of gravel grew louder.

"Shinazugawa-san?" you said, bewildered.

He came to a halt right in front of you, and a mix of nervousness washed over you. Your gaze remained fixed downward, hesitant to meet his eyes. The fear of potential humiliation loomed, as you wondered if he would unleash his usual biting remarks and cruel words that he often directed towards others.

Surprisingly, he had never treated you in such a manner before, but you couldn't help but entertain the possibility that this time might be different.

"Thanks for bein' here today," his voice devoid of any slurring, indicating that he was surprisingly sober.

You mustered the courage to respond, "It's a privilege to be able to attend this gathering, Shinazugawa-san.”

He released a weary sigh and settled down beside you, leaning his back against the trunk of the tree. "Why are ya so formal?" he asked.

Feeling your hands tremble slightly, you instinctively clasped them together, hoping to conceal any visible signs of nervousness. Your gaze averted, you hoped that his perceptive eyes wouldn't catch the faint tremor.

"Sorry," you blurted out.

He shifted his face, turning it towards your line of sight, his eyes meeting yours. "Hey," he said, his voice surprisingly soft, “You don't needa' be sorry."

"How was your birthday, Shinazugawa-san?" you inquired, deliberately shifting the conversation away from the previous subject.

He paused for a moment, contemplating your question before responding. "It'll be better soon," he replied.

"Since you'll be rid of my company," you unintentionally blurted out, the words escaping your lips before you had a chance to filter them. You hastily clasped a hand over your mouth.

A silence seemed to settle over the entire garden, as if time itself had paused. Shinazugawa's gaze fixed upon you. Your hand remained pressed against your mouth, trembling.

In that stillness, he reached out with gentle care, taking hold of your wrist. With a tender touch, he guided your hand down, slowly lowering it from your mouth. It felt as delicate as the blossoms that perfectly surrounded the two of you.

"You didn't hear then?" he asked.

As his words registered in your mind, you quickly grasped that he was likely alluding to his answer to Uzui’s earlier question. Your head instinctively shook slightly.

"Well, would ya like to know?" he delicately offered.

You couldn't help but gaze at him, your eyes sparkling with curiosity and a touch of hope. With a whisper that carried a gentle vulnerability, you responded, "Yes."

His eyes softened, a subtle transformation that sent a cascade of emotions through your being. Your heart skipped a beat, as if it had momentarily forgotten its steady rhythm. The sight before you was breathtaking — Shinazugawa, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight, sat beneath the blooming sakura tree, a vision of captivating beauty.

"I told ‘em that she was too precious," his hand gently held onto your wrist, his fingers tracing the delicate contours, searching for the quick rhythmic dance of your pulse.

"That I can't bear the thought of taintin’ her being with my scarred body, mind, and soul." His voice quivered with a hint of self-doubt.

"She’s the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen in my entire life," he confessed. His fingers continued to trace your pulse, as if he sought solace in its booming beat.

"And so fucken’ delicate, kind, and caring," he murmured, his touch and words intertwining.

It felt like a dream, one of those elusive visions that often danced through your slumber, filling your heart with both hope and despair. In those dreams, you would immerse yourself in a world where such tender confessions and heartfelt connections existed, only to wake and face the crushing disappointment of their impossibility.

"And," he paused for a moment, his gaze tenderly fixed on your face, "ya have the cutest smile." His voice held a mixture of adoration, as if he was genuinely captivated by the mere thought of your smile.

Your eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and disbelief. A hint of incredulity coloured your voice as you responded, "Shinazugawa-san, you’re drunk."

"No," he whispered, his voice filled with conviction, as he gently brought your wrist towards his lips. The soft touch of his breath against your skin sent shivers down your spine. With a tenderness that took your breath away, he pressed his lips against the spot where your pulse beat the strongest, leaving a lingering warmth in its wake.

"I'm in love," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Tears welled up in your eyes, brimming with a mix of overwhelming emotions. A choked sob escaped from the depths of your soul, a raw and unfiltered release of the pent-up feelings that had been hidden for far too long. It was a moment of catharsis, a floodgate opening to allow the weight of your emotions to pour forth.

Your wrist was gently pulled towards him, causing your body to sway and find its place against his sturdy chest. The warmth emanating from his body enveloped you, offering a sense of comfort and security. In the hushed stillness of the moment, his voice carried a tender whisper, as if sharing a secret meant for your ears alone.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his words mingling with the soft breeze that rustled through the garden.

As his warm breath caressed your ear, a delicate shiver coursed through your entire being, a poignant reminder of the electrifying connection that bound your souls together. Surprisingly, amidst the intoxicating moment, the lingering scent of sake was clearly absent.

With a tenderness that belied his usual demeanour, he gently peeled your face away from his chest, his hands cupping each side of your face with a feather-light touch. The pads of his thumbs daintily brushed away the remnants of tears that stained your cheeks, erasing the evidence of your vulnerability.

“So fucken’ beautiful,” he praised. Each affectionate comment washed away the doubt that plagued your overwhelming mind.

He lowered his head with utmost gentleness, his lips barely grazing your forehead in a tender kiss. As he pulled you closer, your bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces, you felt a sense of belonging that resonated deep within your soul.

Nestled against his solid chest, you could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, a rhythmic lullaby that whispered of love and devotion.

“I thought you hated me,” you quietly admitted.

"Never," he whispered, his arms enveloping you in a protective embrace. "You," his voice softened, carrying a tenderness that melted your heart, "ya have a way of charmin’ me, makin’ me speechless."

A shy smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he admitted, "So cute that I find myself at a loss for words sometimes.” In that moment, you realised that his silence was not a reflection of indifference or apathy, but rather a testament to the profound impact you had on him.

His admission brought a blush to your cheeks, the realisation that your presence had the power to disarm even the most guarded parts of him.

A mischievous glint danced in your eyes as you hastily pulled yourself away from his chest, creating a small gap between the two of you. Shinazugawa looked at you, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. "What?" he asked, his voice filled with intrigue.

Your gaze flickered towards his lips, an undeniable longing pulsating within you. It was a desire you had kept hidden for far too long, yearning to feel the softness of his lips against every inch of your skin. With a teasing smile playing at the corners of your mouth, you raised a finger, gently tracing its tip along his plush, inviting lips.

A faint shiver ran down his spine as your touch grazed his skin, his breath catching in his throat. His eyes locked onto yours, the air around you seemed charged with an electric energy, a silent invitation hanging between you.

With a gentle yet undeniable pull, you closed the distance between you, your finger falling to your side. Your lips met his in a delicate and tender kiss, a collision of pent-up emotions and shared longing. Time seemed to stand still as the warmth of his lips pressed against yours, igniting a fire within your souls.

In that stolen moment of connection, you revelled in the softness of his kiss, the way his lips moulded perfectly against yours. It was a dance of vulnerability and desire, a silent proclamation of the love that had blossomed between you. Each brush of his lips against yours spoke volumes, conveying a depth of emotion that words could never capture.

As you finally pulled away, a soft smile played upon your lips, your eyes locked with his. The taste of his kiss still lingered upon your lips, intertwining with the warmth that filled your heart.

"Happy birthday, Sanemi," you whispered.

Sanemi's eyes softened, he reached out, gently brushing his fingers against your cheek, his touch filled with tenderness. "Thank you," he replied, his voice a gentle murmur. "You're the best gift I coulda’ received."

The garden around you, adorned with blossoming flowers, appeared even more vibrant and alive. The world seemed to celebrate your union, as if whispering its blessings upon the love that had taken root between you.

Hand in hand, you walked back towards the joyful gathering, the echoes of laughter and celebration growing louder with each step. As you returned to the festivities, your hearts entwined, you knew that this birthday would forever be etched in your memories as the start of a beautiful and transformative chapter in both your lives.

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loveemii · 10 months

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𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 || 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎 || - enjoy ♡︎

warnings: none pure fluff, very short though

i walked through the mansion and noticed shinazugawa walking past, i stopped him by talking.

“I like your scars. How’d you get them?”

anyone could tell he was taken by surprise, though he tried not to make an expression on his face. his eyes, they say it all.

“T-thank you.”

he thanked me stuttering a little, has he ever thanked anyone that way before? he usually says “thanks.” or he just nods.

“But you don’t have to be nice, I know they’re an eyesore.”

woah, i wasn’t expecting shinazugawa to say something like this? why was he telling me this? was there something he needed me to say? i have to say this i want to. i sighed.

“Scars mean you went through something tough in the past. Survived it, and came back stronger.”

sanemi seemed to be blushing and i found myself doing the same. i placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled, walking away i can feel his eyes watching my back.

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hi thank you for reading i hoped you enjoyed it :)

- please excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes, thank you

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n0n-sen-se · 8 months

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I just found you today and Im in love with your writing! If you don't mind could I request some relationship Headcannons with Kyojuro and Sanemi! (separate)

If you write this thank you in advance! <3

-🍷

tysm ♡ i sincerely appreciate it :') and on another note: for these headcannons i decided to add a little bit of everything i could think of! Hope you enjoy them!

𝐊𝐍𝐘 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬!

includes ;; kyojuro. sanemi. content ;; fluff. like a dash of angst. domestic fluff. a/n ;; this turned out. like i mean there's a ton of hcs but (in my defense) i did try to include a bit of everything!

☆☆☆ # kyojuro rengoku !

kyojuro is one of the most open people you'd ever meet (especially with his s/o) why hide anything? he pretty much wears his heart on his sleeve!

compliments you a ton! and doesn't just dump them on you, they're always genuine things he notices: how amazing your hair looks in the sun, your smile, the way you light up when you talk about something you like. . . all the good things

pretty decent cook, the food will taste amazing just. . . the kitchen is now a hazard zone.

(if your soft spoken ♡) his hearing is a little shot. he'd be so embarrassed of himself for asking you to repeat yourself over and over again (like it has his heart-racing and ears burning) ❛god your precious❜

oh my goodness, kyojuro would write you so many letters when he's away (or even before your relationship) he'd add little dried flowers for you. the best was probably the primrose!

hugging you is a comfort, so sometimes he'll just quietly walk up to you and hold you.

always smiles and brightens up when your around

rengoku nuzzling his nose into your face when he's happy, like literally trying to bury his face into yours

is wholly protective of you, and 100% speaks his mind if he feels someone is mistreating you/doesn't let anyone lay their hands on you (threatening to break their wrists move) also note that he doesn't like to resort to violence.

always opens doors for you, or holds your hand when you stepping down stairs.

it would take a whole lot to witness him cry. and he'll never cry for himself. not when he's hurt. not when somethings weighing on his mind. nothing. except when it comes to you and your happiness.

when fights or arguments happen he needs a moment (a long moment) to think and reflect. . . he puts himself in your position until he finds out what he needs to do.

he comforts you to no end though if your upset, lots of hugs and communication

☆☆☆ # sanemi shinazugawa !

i feel like he doesn't just casually kiss you (?) when you're around him he just holds you, firmly. sanemi always has a hand resting on you: shoulder, lower-back, linking his pinky with yours. at some point he (and probably you) wouldn't even notice the habit it anymore.

when he does kiss you its a whole ordeal, lifts your chin up, slow, passionate to full blown make-out session. usually never just a ❛quick kiss❜

the love aggression he'd feel sometimes-! just watching you. . . exist is so overwhelmingly adorable (he'd never say that exactly) just clenches his fists together and strings together a bunch of frustrated, mumbled swears

honestly, he's very competitive if you two were to play a game together. (a sore winner and loser)

when you're sick his way of comforting you is just quality time, he'll get your favorite snacks and make you as warm as possible, even laying down with you to keep you company. ask him for anything and he'll get it for you or make it better (maybe just this once)

(first) date ideas? none. he'll bring you somewhere that means a lot to him, even somewhere quiet where you can just. . . talk. if sanemi opens up a bit he'd be up for some fun (which usually involves danger or mischief) call it. . . part two of the date!

sometimes you'd just catch him smiling at you, a subtle peaceful stare with the ghost of a smile on his lips. (god, how did he get so lucky?)

fights would be the toughest. not usually because of the initial argument, but because of his inability to talk to you afterwards. disagreements get him frustrated for all the wrong reasons (usually at himself), and instead of dealing with them, he'd rather ignore them.

best thing he considers: is waking up with you next to him, just resting your head on his arm.

ooohh, actually after a while he wouldn't be able to sleep without you. ❛slept like shit❜

all relationships require work, and its definitely worth it! you're already his entire world, he just needs to learn how to show it more

and by god, this man would fight for you. need I explain? he worships you.

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vampcubus · 10 months

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Okay. So. Sanemi's not one that likes to relinquish control, like at all. The vulnerability is a bit too offputting, he likes control, but with a little manhandling (in more ways than one) he becomes more pliant under his lovers hands. He would hate admitting he even likes being disciplined too, he'd never willingly admit to enjoy having his ass and thighs struck in warning when he starts getting defiant, barking out swears until he has a gag shoved in his mouth. How to make him melt? "Why can't you just be good to me, pretty boy? Are you really above being ridden into next evening?" He wants that, he loves being used like that. How to shut him up? Ball gags, or face sitting. Use the latter as a reward he always gets off on you sitting on his face.

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw, bratty!sub!sanemi, fem!dom!reader, gagging, brat taming, facesitting, oral (f!receiving), light master kink, rambly, not proofread.

I wholeheartedly agree!! It feels jarring to have control swept out from under him, and he inevitably protests the idea, baring his teeth at you. But when commands don't suffice, you switch tactics, manhandling him the way you want him instead of bothering to ask him nicely or bark out orders. His face burns with humiliation at how his cock swells when you pin him down and have your way with him, sticking your fingers or makeshift gags between his teeth when he snarls.

In truth, he likes to be used like a toy. Even as he hisses curses and hurls insults, calling you names as if he doesn't like it, he doesn't resist your touches. His traitorous body arches into every graze of your fingertips over his scarred flesh, practically tossing his hips into your hand as it envelops his thick cock, pumping him too slow to reach orgasm but too fast to relax.

It's really quite cute the way his body jerks and seeks out your searing touches, even when his poor dick is red and overstimulated, head nearly purpling as you wrench orgasm after orgasm from him.

If he gets too mouthy for your taste, feel free to take a seat on his face and watch his eyes roll back. His tongue seeks out your cunt without urging, sliding between your puffy folds to lap at your sweet juices. And the way he groans against your pussy when you grind against his tongue, clenching your fingers in his hair and guiding his face how you want it... his hands almost always claw at your thighs, not to push you away, but to tug you impossibly closer.

He'll whine and growl that he wants your whole weight on his face, "You said you were gonna take a fucking seat, so do that. I can take it... so, please." And you can only grin through the fog of pleasure, tilting your head to the side at his spacey expression.

"Oh yeah? Want me to use your mouth like a whore, huh?" you drawled, and he shudders, fingernails digging into the meat of your thighs. It's a clear 'fuck yes', but you want to hear him say it anyways, only fluttering your lashes all innocently when his lavender hues plead with your own, pretending not to understand. "Say it, 'nemi. Say you want me to use your mouth."

"I hate you- fuck! Use my mouth, please!" he forces out, drool practically pooling down his chin when you lift your hips out of reach. "Come back, shit- I'm sorry. Use my tongue to cum, master. Please."

#‧₊🦇˚⊹ ashi writes #whoopsie... went overboard...#i got excited!#sub!sanemi #sub sanemi #sanemi shinazugawa x reader #fem!reader #female reader #n/sfw

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msneedful-ispleaseful · 4 months

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Can you do a NFSW Giyuu x fem black reader? Tysm love ur content!🩷🫶🏽

Omg ofc! i love getting ask.

The wind blew softly across your back but did nothing to stop the warm sun from freckling your brown skin. Summer in Japan wasn't like anything you had experienced before. Maybe it was the dry climate, but Giyuu, your husband, rubbed oil deep into your skin, easing your muscles and working your feet, you couldn't care less excited of the knowledge knowing nothing was under your robe, knowing that he was inches from your cunt.

"Mmmm, after touring around all..day this is just what I needed" you moaned softly as his hand's squeezed curves and dents, his soft plush lips kissing into the hot backs of your thighs and spreading your fat ass cheeks apart so he could see your fat lower lips, slick and sweltering.

As air can be heard from your straw he kisses your clit so casually and ask plainly "Another mimosa love?" you smile slightly and hum "no I'm fine" still he pours you a cup of wine which you sip slowly, and as you taste dashes of berries and milk Giyuu taste you, sweet natural funk. the smell of delicious pussy fills his nostrils and you tilt your head back, eyes watery, and look up at the bright blue sky, the boat rocks slowly and its all just so alluring "ahh,mmmm hunny i-i-i- I'm gooona,oh! mmmm please" drool drips as you sputter, stiletto nails digging into the cushioned lounge chair

You buck back into his face and his hands grip your ass cheeks harder and one of his hands wrap around your box braids controlling your head movement, making the craining of your neck painful as you moan and drip into his mouth "shush now dear" he slurps and sucks your puffy red clit, licking at your enlarged folds "I'm making us of you puppet" he murmurs into your cunt.

He growls low as your legs shake, squirt soaks his jaw and he doesn't let up for a second. "Oh my goooood!!! I'm cummin ah a-againnn oooh baby yes yes yes please" You rock back violently chasing that edge stark pleasure overcomes you as your body tenses then softens and relaxes, melting down, Giyuu licks you clean, pours your cup of wine, and massages your feet as if he had never stopped.

Maybe you should go on vacation more

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loloslaystheday · 5 months

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Me and My Husband

pairing: sanemi shinazugawa x fem!reader

prompt: he’s scared of leaving you alone because of the demon slayer mark rules. it’s caused a lot of arguments, but even still, you’re staying with him for as long as you can.

note: this lil picture thing is stupid but it’s also cute so yeahhhh🫰🏾 blame my terrible editing skills

“sanemi?” you call, padding around the house in search of your husband.

he’d been distant lately and you found it weird.

did you do something wrong?

but you turned the corner and there he was, suddenly sat on the couch with his head in his hands.

“you scared me.” you say, a coy grin on your face.

“sorry.” he utters in his gruff voice. you notice he seemed a bit off.

“is something wrong?” you ask as you trail over. taking a seat beside him on the couch, you take his hand in yours to try and reassure him about whatever’s going on.

he glanced at you. a soft look glossed over his eyes the moment he saw you and for some reason he couldn’t hold back his tears.

tears? from sanemi? you’d never seen him cry before.

“nemi…” you muttered, kissing his knuckle and running his back with your free hand. “what’s wrong?”

he leaned into your shoulder, his hair tickling your chin.

“i’m selfish.” he says simply.

you manage to hold in your laughter as you ask, “and how is that?”

“in four… no, three years, i’m going to leave you and…” he sighs deeply, wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you close. so close that you could feel the love he had for you. “and our kid. i don’t want to leave you to raise them by yourself.” he whimpered.

you felt terrible hearing him cry like this. it was such a rare thing, you thought it’d never happen ever again.

ever…

and suddenly, you started crying.

“he won’t even know who i am!” Sanemi choked out.

you pet his hair down.

“yes he will. i’ll make sure of it. tell him everything there is to know about you, like how much you loved him and how much you cared.” you try to assure. but the reality sunk into you.

you only had 3 years left together? that wasn’t nearly enough time. and the days only seemed to pass by quicker and quicker every year, and in a flash it’d be 2 years and then…

you just wished that somehow the rule didn’t apply now that muzan was gone and you could raise your son together.

“sanemi, i love you.” you say. and in that moment you think you meant it more than any other time you’d said it.

“i love you too.” he responds near instantly.

and no matter what, you’d make sure that your son would know how much his father loved him and you and how he’d sacrifice the world to save him.

because at least in that lifetime, you were sticking together.

#x reader angst #mitski #me and my husband #kind of a song fic #wife!reader #fem!reader #sanemi shinazugawa #kny #sanemi x reader #poc reader #plus size reader #fat reader

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chiharuhashibira · 2 months

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Haii!! ^_^ Can you make fluff headcannons of Sanemi when the reader is on her period and what he'll do for the reader when she has cramps and stuff or runs out of period pads (I'm on my period:()

𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓸!!

Good morning! It is 3am here XD

I hope you will feel better the soonest!

With that, here is a Sanemi HC wherein he takes care of you UwU

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝑴𝒆 𝑹𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐗 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Content Warning: None! Full of fluff ^^

🌸𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚🌸

❥ Even if Sanemi were the meanest Hashira, he would still panic whenever you had period cramps. The first time he saw you experiencing this, the man literally brought Shinobu home to make sure you weren't dying. That prompted Shinobu to explain to him what was actually happening to you. However, he still requested that a kakushi be on standby just in case.

❥ But now, Sanemi has overcome the "bringing home Shinobu or a Kakushi" thing. What he does right now is, whenever you have period cramps, he will try to remember every single thing Shinobu has told him.

❥ That would eventually lead Sanemi to deliver almost everything you need. Chocolates? He has that already. Hot compress? Already prepared. You want to sleep? The bedroom's already clear!

❥ Sanemi would make sure that you feel comfortable at that time of the month. He would be extra patient and sweeter towards you. One time, you had already used all of your pads; he made sure to approach the closest Hashira, which is Mitsuri. He hates talking to the pink and green-haired girl because he finds her annoying, but this time, he tried his best to talk nicely just to ask if she has extra pads that she can give you.

❥ The Wind Hashira would always massage your feet, and you loved that. He would also wrap you in a thick blanket and cuddle with you. Yes, you loved Sanemi's cuddles, especially at this time of the month.

❥ The man would give you kisses and, yes, speak sweet words to you whenever you felt so emotional, which only worsened your period cramps. He would kiss your forehead and tell you incessantly that he loved you so much. It's just that Sanemi seems to soften just to try to make you feel okay in an instant.

❥ Every morning, Sanemi would cook breakfast for you and ask how your sleep had been. He will always stay home whenever you still feel the pain, as he always says he wants to take care of you. And he does.

❥ Sanemi would always prepare warm baths for you. He would also take the initiative to help you take a bath whenever you felt weak. After that, he would dress you up, comb your hair, and give you massages.

❥ Sometimes both of you will be just on the engawa, with you lying on his lap and him running his calloused fingers on your hair. He loves you so much, and he will always remind you of that, ending that reminder with a sweet, sincere kiss on the lips.

"I love you, Y/N. I am here for you. Just tell me anything that I can do to lessen the pain. Okay?"

𝓘 𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓗𝓒 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓪 𝓫𝓲𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓤𝔀𝓤

Thank you for trusting me with this HC, dearyyyy~ Good night from me now XD Time to finally sleep HAHAHA

ANYWAYS! Feel free to comment, reblog, and request!

Ja ne~

~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸

#demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer imagines #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi x reader #sanemi x fem!reader #sanemi x y/n #sanemi x you #sanemi x oc #sanemi headcanons #sanemi shinazugawa headcanons #sanemi fluff #sanemi shinazugawa fluff

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bwabys-scenarios · 1 month

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NSFW

He knows you better than you know yourself.

The way you like your ice cream, and the fact that you’ll always need a napkin after it starts dripping.

You get too distracted looking at your phone or something in the window displays and don’t even notice that ice cream is about to fall onto your white blouse until he’s got his hand cupped underneath the cone, catching the mess while also using the napkin to cover the bottom.

He knows how your body works, the sigh of contentment when cool air wafts over your needy pussy, the soft whine that escapes your lips when his cock finally sinks in…

You’re easily distracted in bed too, always making a mess because you were too enraptured in the pleasure he was giving you to even realize you were reaching your fourth orgasm of the night. He never minded though, he made sure to place a towel under your bottom so it didn’t get on the sheets.

He just adores the faces you make, the little whimpers and the pleading. “M-make it better, please… wanna feel good!”

And he would, because he knows exactly how to make you feel better.

He understands your needs like no one else ever could.

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||GOJO ||GETO ||NANAMI ||CHOSO ||TOJI ||KURAMA ||KURAPIKA ||CHROLLO ||ILLUMI ||LEORIO ||ARMIN ||RENGOKU ||SANEMI ||GIYUU ||GYOMEI ||DOUMA ||AKAZA ||MUZAN ||YOUR FAV ||

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niilue · 2 years

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Fem! With Sanemi and promote number 15. Can it be with body worship, hickeys, and mirror sex?

THANK YOU

‧₊˚⊹ sub sanemi shinazugawa x fem!dom reader

prompt: " having sex afther an argument"

cw: drabble?, dom reader, fem reader, body worship, hickeys, mirror sex, pegging words: 803- drabble? more like a fanfic xd 1k event

fighting with sanemi was the worst. you were angry and furious about something and when you wanted to talk to him about it you felt like you were talking to a wall. he would ignore you and sometimes just say a few hurtful words and leave.

it was horrible, because despite the personality that everyone knew, he didn't yell at you or raise his voice too much, but he knew how to make you angry with a couple of sentences.

it had been a few hours since you had argued. and you weren't about to make the first move. he needed to learn and do it on his own. to realize his own mistakes.

even though you knew that maybe you were at fault in some things, you just wanted to talk about it. but your temper sometimes betrayed you.

you heard the door to your room open as sanemi asked if he could come in. you just mumbled a curt "mhm" as a sign of approval.

sanemi entered the room calmer and scratching the back of his neck. he looked embarrassed and a little depressed.

you looked at him seriously, arms folded on the bed, and waited for him to speak.

"listen, (name), i wanted to apologize... i didn't mean to tell you those things... i- it's just that." his words were slurred and he seemed more nervous than usual, perhaps your silence was the cause.

he looked at you with shining eyes, apparently he had cried or was about to cry. "i'm sorry, for everything, you know that i... i love you, too much."

his face was a little reddened by the last thing you had said, he had taken the strength to look you in the face when he said it.

he was so cute when he behaved like that, really that's why you loved him so much, in spite of his attitudes he knew how to recognize his faults, even though sometimes it was hard for him.

you got out of bed and hugged him. "you took him by his cheeks, caressing his scars and gave him a deep and needed kiss. "i love you too, sanemi."

after that you dragged him to the bed and whispered in his ear that you would make love to him, as a reward. sanemi seemed in a trance but he just nodded looking at you and letting you do it.

you asked him if he was willing to let you do it all. he knew what you meant. even though not much had happened, you knew that he liked it.

you took off his clothes and looked at his body. "beautiful." you whispered.

you started kissing every part of his skin. giving him a lot of attention on his scars that he didn't love so much. you massaged and licked everything, you wanted him to know how much you cared for him.

you prepared him for a long time, using his own fingers so he could feel the pleasure for himself. although in the end you were the one who ended up with three fingers in his tight interior.

"do it (name), i'm ready."

you put your strap on and before penetrating him you asked him to lie on his back so he could see his reflection in the mirror in front of him.

sanemi whimpered in disgust, his cheeks flushed, and he began to stammer about how embarrassing that would be.

"shh, it's okay love, i want you to see how cute you look when you are, excited."

sanemi turned around stiffly, avoiding looking at himself too much. his breathing was a little erratic, his nipples were red and erect, his cock danced with every movement he made. it was an image, too erotic for him.

you began to slowly enter inside him, listening to his panting and how he hid his face in the pillow. little by little his entrance took you as it should. and before you moved, you had sanemi penetrating himself.

you gently grabbed him by the neck and bit, sucked and licked. leaving marks on his neck.

“everyone will know how much fun you had today," leaving the man speechless, who was now staring shyly at his reflection as he thrust himself back and forth.

opening his mouth in pleasure, and sometimes biting his lips as you took control to make it faster.

"what a good boy, sanemi, look how well you do it. so good."

sanemi nodded his head half gone as he rolled his eyes and moaned loudly.

"aaah, looks like i hit your sweet spot..." you stroked his glutes hard, moving down to his thighs. you repeated this over and over again, you loved how firm he felt in this area.

"m-more..."

"what do you say honey?"

"m-more...hng, just...more." whimpered sanemi.

#niilue's 1k event #dom reader #sanemi #sub sanemi #sub character #female reader #fem!dom reader #dom!reader #anime smut #kny x smut #sub kny #demon slayer x reader #sub demon slayer #sanemi x reader #sanemi smut #smut

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pxob · 1 year

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cold hands warm heart

Sanemi Shinazugawa x Fem!Reader

MINORS BEWARE!

Word count: 8502

Category: Enemies to lovers, slow burn romance, angst and fluff.

Warnings: Manga spoilers (if you squint), mention of gore and blood, injury, violence, heavy swearing, slight sexual content and kissing.

Presented in the tranquil stone garden of the Demon Slayers headquarters were nine noble warriors, each with astonishing power and unwavering resolve. Masters of their own unique breathing techniques, they represented the pinnacle of the Demon Slayer Corps. Adorned with various strengths, each Hashira was devoted to safeguarding humanity from the terrors of Demons and pledging never to allow harm to befall the Ubuyashiki clan.

As Ubuyashiki stood on the engawa, the Hashira hung their heads low in respect. Their muscles tensed as they felt the powerful presence of another.

Suddenly, the gates to the Demon Slayer headquarters creaked open, and a gust of wind stirred up the silence. Two Kakushi scurried in, bowing low as their eyes fell upon the nine pillars and Ubuyashiki. They addressed him, "Ubuyashiki-sama, she's here," before swiftly leaving.

The Hashira’s sat in stunned silence; their eyes widened in surprise as they beheld the figure before them. Your presence was palpable, your power radiating from every pore of your being, sending shivers down their spines. As you drew closer, they could see the determination burning in your eyes, and the confidence with which you moved was almost otherworldly. Your footsteps were so quiet that you seemed to blend into the air around you, as if you were a being of pure elegance. When you finally reached Ubuyashiki, you bowed with such grace that even the stone garden seemed to hold its breath in reverence.

Ubuyashiki's gentle voice reverberated through the garden as he greeted you, "How wonderful it is to have you among us." His kind eyes scanned the gathered Hashiras before he continued, "Allow me to introduce our newest member," the weight of their collective gaze fell upon you. You stood tall and met their stares with unwavering confidence, “The Night Hashira,” he continued.

“I am deeply grateful for this honour, Oyakata-sama, and to stand among the esteemed Hashiras." As the words left your lips, a sudden surge of power erupted from within you, causing even the stoic Tomioka to choke in response. The air around you seemed to hum with electricity as the other Hashiras eyes widened in awe. Tengen let out a low whistle of admiration. "Well, well, well," he said, his trademark smirk appearing on his lips, "I think we're in for a real treat with this one."

“Please, make her feel welcomed,” as Ubuyashiki's words reached your ears, you couldn't help but feel grateful for his kind gesture. A soft smile graced your lips as you bowed your head in acknowledgement, hiding the emotions that threatened to spill over. "Thank you, Oyakata-sama," you whispered, hoping he could hear the sincerity in your voice. With that, Ubuyashiki left the engawa, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips, leaving you alone with the Hashiras.

You knew that earning their approval would not be an easy task, but you were determined to prove yourself worthy of your new title.

"Hello- Hi! I'm Mitsuri Kanroji," exclaimed the young woman with thick, greenish-pink locks, her voice filled with enthusiasm. She flashed you a bright smile. Beside her stood a short boy, half of his face obscured by bandages, with striking heterochromatic eyes. "And this is Obanai Iguro," she introduced her companion, who offered a polite nod in your direction.

“Shinobu Kocho,” said a young woman with hair in shades of purple.

“Ah, hello. It’s an honour to be introduced to all of you,” you said with a bow. “I apologize for my abrupt entrance,” you added.

Kanroji beamed with a warm smile, “Oh, no need to apologize, we’re happy to have you here! It's great to see another woman among the ranks. We'll finally have someone who can help keep these boys in line," she teased, winking playfully.

Kocho chuckled softly, "Yes, indeed. There's too much testosterone in this group. A little bit of feminine charm might do them some good," she added with a sly smile.

"This is ridiculous," a voice interrupted from behind you, causing Kocho’s face to turn sour.

You turned around to see a man with scars littering his body. Despite his rough exterior, you found his scars strangely attractive, a testament to the battles he must have fought. However, his attitude was far from attractive.

"You, a Hashira? We ain't ever seen you fight or train," he sneered, his eyes scanning you up and down with a smirk. "Who said ya got the capabilities? I've seen enough to know you're just a weakling who got lucky."

“Shinazugawa-san," the tallest one warned sharply. The girlish-looking boy spoke up, "He does have a point. If she proves herself, she might be worthy of our approval."

"You're entitled to your opinion," you replied calmly, your voice echoing through the garden as you met Shinazugawa’s piercing gaze. "But let me tell you, I didn't get here by sitting idly. I have faced countless demons and emerged victorious from each encounter. So, I assure you that I'm more than capable of holding my own in battle."

Your words hung in the air, and for a moment, he started prowling towards you, his steps slow and calculating, as if he was sizing up his prey.

As Shinazugawa drew closer, you couldn't help but notice the scent of sandalwood and lavender emanating from him, a combination that was both soothing and intense. It was a stark contrast to the scars that criss-crossed his muscular body.

Finally, he stopped a healthy distance in front of you, his eyes searching yours for any sign of weakness. You held his gaze, unflinching, until he finally spoke. "You talk big shit, but it’s all cheap," his teeth were gritted. "Actions speak louder than words, so show me what you can do, bitch," he spat venomously.

“Oi, Shinazugawa-san that’s enough-“

Your hand instinctively reached for the hilt of your Nichirin sword, a weapon crafted uniquely for yourself to better face the demons you were born to fight. Today, it was to confront Shinazugawa and his shit attitude.

“Stop them-“

As you drew your sword, you could feel Shinazugawa’s eyes on you, his body tensing in preparation for battle.

“I want to watch them though.”

The metal rang out as it left its scabbard, filling the air with a sharp, piercing sound.

“Tokito-kun, don’t say that.”

Without hesitation, Shinazugawa also reached for his own sword, a fierce determination etched onto his face.

“Himejima-san, please stop them.”

You knew then that this was it - a clash between two Hashiras, each one determined to prove themselves the stronger.

“Sto-“

With lightning speed, you charged towards Shinazugawa, your sword raised high above your head. His eyes widened in surprise as he barely managed to dodge your attack, but you were one step ahead. As he turned to face you, you disappeared from sight, only to reappear behind him in a flash of movement. Without giving him a chance to react, you swept his feet and tackled him to the ground, pinning his neck with the hilt of your sword, legs constraining his arms while you positioned yourself to straddle him.

Shinazugawa thrashed beneath you, his muscles straining against your hold, but you refused to let go. Your heart raced with adrenaline as you felt his hot breath on your face, but you held fast, determined to prove your worth.

“You know,” you leaned closer to Shinazugawa’s ear, your hair brushing against his cheek. “If you wanted to ask me out, there are better ways to do it than trying to kill me,” you whispered in his ear, low and dangerous.

He jerked his head forward in an attempt to brutally headbutt you, but you swiftly dodged, disappearing from on top of him in a split second, with your sword returning to its scabbard. Shinazugawa’s eyes were now glowing red, his appearance the embodiment of pure rage. "You fucking wish," he spat, the saliva landing beside you as he struggled to regain his footing.

“No, I do not,” you said firmly, your gaze fixed on Shinazugawa’s enraged expression. Turning on your heel, you walked towards the gates, leaving the gathered Hashira behind you.

“Well deserved!” exclaimed Rengoku, clapping his hands together in admiration. Shinazugawa growled in response, his eyes still glowing with fury. "Shut the fuck up, I went easy on her," he retorted as he stood up, dusting off the dirt and pebbles from his uniform and skin.

A week later, the Swordsmith Village.

“Seeing Shinazugawa-san that angry was truly painful for me,” Kanroji sighed, her expression pensive. “You must have really struck a nerve with him. No one has ever started a fight with him on first meeting.”

You sunk deeper into the hot spring, relishing the warmth as you tried to shake off the encounter with Shinazugawa.

Kanroji’s voice interrupted your thoughts, drawing your attention. "I haven't seen him since then, no one has," she said, her tone filled with concern. "I wonder if he's okay."

You lifted your head slightly, watching as Kanroji rested her elbows on a nearby rock and buried her face in her hands.

As you soaked in the hot spring, the sound of footsteps echoed from the staircase. Looking up, you saw a female Kakushi approaching.

"Kanroji-san, your blade has been restored," she said, bowing respectfully.

“Oh, how lovely! I'll be down there shortly,” Kanroji replied with a bright smile. Then she turned to you, her expression still joyful. “I hope to see you at dinner too! We're going to have such a feast, I can't wait! Just thinking about all the food makes me so happy!” As she spoke, she started to wrap herself in her kimono.

“Yes, I’ll join you. Please, go ahead,” you said kindly, as you began to submerge yourself into the hot spring, blocking out any noise that tried to penetrate your senses. You couldn't help but overhear muffled voices from above the water's surface. You recognized Kanroji’s voice, she sounded shocked, but there was a deeper tone that made your heart race.

No.

Oh god no.

You immediately popped your head up, scanning the area to see if anyone was approaching. Surely, Kanroji would have warned any potential visitors that a woman was currently bathing in the hot spring. But it appeared that she had not, typical love Hashira.

It had been a week since the incident with Shinazugawa, and there he was, standing before you. He looked just as striking as before with his artwork of scars and chiselled muscles.

You were gawking at him.

But you quickly regained your composure, realizing that you were both staring at each other in complete silence. His expression was one of shock, and you felt a rush of embarrassment wash over you.

You could practically hear Kanroji’s playful laugher. She’s going to get an earful at dinner.

He mumbled an apology, and you sat there dumbfounded. “What?” you blurted out confused.

"Like... walking in on ya takin' a bath," he replied, his words a little muddled.

As you looked at Shinazugawa, you couldn't believe that this was the same person who had tried to put up a fight with you. Just as you were about to stand up from the hot spring, the realization that you were completely naked hit you, and you quickly sat your backside down again, not wanting to expose yourself in front of him.

"Do you mind-" you began to say, but trailed off as you noticed Shinazugawa staring at you.

"Huh?" he replied, seeming to have missed your question.

"Just turn around for a bit," you said, feeling your face grow hot.

"Oh- oh yeah. Yeah, my bad," he said, quickly turning around.

"Shit," you muttered to yourself. “Sorry, could you pass that?" you asked.

"Pass what?" he asked, confused.

"My kimono, it's right beside you," you said, feeling a bit annoyed.

"What? Oh, yeah," he said, tossing your kimono backwards to avoid catching a glimpse of your naked body.

You quickly wrapped yourself in the kimono, skipping the process of drying yourself just to get out of the awkward situation. Your hair stuck to your face and the thin material of the kimono felt like a damp towel that made you shiver as your skin's moisture clung onto it.

You were freezing and Shinazugawa took notice.

As you made to pass him, Shinazugawa extended his arm to stop you, and you gave him a puzzled look. He then removed his haori and offered it to you. "You're freezing your tits off, take it," he said with a gruff voice.

You hesitated for a moment, looking up at him to find him looking anywhere but you. You felt a bit embarrassed about accepting his gesture, but the cold was too much to bear, right? So, you gratefully took the haori and wrapped it around your shivering body. The fabric was warm and devastatingly smelt of him.

He mumbled something under his breath, but you couldn't quite make it out.

“What?" you asked, looking up at him, hoping he would repeat himself.

He snapped back, "Said, get outta here."

You stared at him for a few seconds, taken aback by his sudden hostility. As you descended the stairs, you couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy about the whole situation.

You turned back to look at Shinazugawa. He was still standing there, like a statue, and you couldn't help but notice that the tips of his ears were tinted red.

As you entered the room, Kanroji greeted you with excitement, exclaiming, "I knew it would work! Your best friends now!" You were still processing the encounter with Shinazugawa, but the aroma of the dishes brought you back to reality.

You noticed the variety of dishes laid out on the table, and your stomach grumbled in anticipation. "Let's eat, Kanroji-san," you sat down at the table, still lost in thought, but the food managed to distract you.

As you ate, Kanroji chattered on about different topics, her bubbly personality keeping you company even when your thoughts trailed away. You found yourself gradually relaxing, enjoying the meal and her company.

"Damn it," he muttered to himself, as he sat in the hot spring with his head tilted back, staring up at the night sky. Everything seemed to remind him of her, and it only served to further infuriate him. "She's so fuckin’ annoying," he grumbled, his frustration growing with every passing second. "Why the hell did I give her that?" He shifted his gaze to the stairs where he had last seen her, his jaw clenched tightly.

His Kasugai crow landed beside him, and Shinazuagwa peered at him, tracing his index finger over the soft feathers of his head.

“We’re going on that mission,” he spoke to his Kasugai crow, which perched on a nearby rock. Its beady eyes peered back at him, as if acknowledging his words. “Twelve moon, right?” Shinazugawa continued, his expression showing a hint of excitement. “Gon’ be a piece of cake,” He smirked.

Shinazugawa ran his fingers through his hair and exhaled deeply. “Need to get outta here anyways,” he muttered, gazing out at the surrounding landscape.

You approached the Flame Hashira with a respectful bow as he trained. "Rengoku-san," you said, catching his attention. He turned towards you with a smile and asked, "Oh! What brings you here?"

“Ah, well,” you said sheepishly. "I was hoping you could help me. I'm looking for Shinazugawa-san. Do you happen to know where he resides or where I could find him?" You paused for a moment, feeling a little nervous.

Rengoku expression softened as he noticed your nervousness. "Of course, I know where he lives. Would you like me to escort you?"

You nodded, grateful for the offer. Rengoku stood up from his seat and gestured for you to follow him. As you walked together, he asked, "Is everything alright? You seem a bit uneasy."

You hesitated for a moment before answering, "I just need to return something."

"No, Shinazugawa-sama is not here," the female servant informed you with a polite bow.

You pressed on, "Do you happen to know where he is?"

"He's on a mission," she replied.

You grew impatient and asked, "What type of mission?"

"It's something in relation to the Twelve Moon," she responded calmly.

You could feel Rengoku stiffen at the mention of the Twelve Moon. "Twelve Moon?!" you exclaimed.

The servant nodded, "Yes, he's perfectly capable."

"Shit," you whispered under your breath. "When will he return?" you asked the female servant, feeling a sense of urgency.

"It could possibly be less or more than a month," she replied in a respectful tone.

Your jaw dropped in disbelief. A month was longer than you had hoped.

"Why don't you give it to her instead?" Rengoku interjected, noticing your disappointment.

You shook your head, "It's okay, I'll return it to Shinazugawa-san myself," you replied with a small smile, determined to wait for his return.

Rengoku stared at you, his eyes widening for some unknown reason. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, both of your Kasugai crows swooped in, relaying the same message.

You both ran with fervour, your hearts pounding with urgency as you raced towards your destination.

Upper Moon 2 and 3 attacking a village to the west

Shinazugawa was there, alone with those demons. The thought of him facing those powerful beings by himself sent chills down your spine, and you pushed yourself to go faster.

As you approached the village, the scene before you was nothing short of chaos. Smoke billowed up into the sky, blackening the once peaceful atmosphere of the village. The sound of screams and cries of panic filled your ears, a clear indication of the destruction that had taken place.

As you ran through the streets, you saw houses that were once sturdy and intact, now reduced to rubble and debris. The lifeless bodies of citizens lay scattered among the ruins, their blood seeping into the ground beneath them. Some of the survivors were running frantically, trying to escape the horror that had befallen them.

Amidst the chaos, you suddenly caught a whiff of sandalwood and lavender, a scent that you recognized all too well. Without a moment's hesitation, you drew your sword from its scabbard, ready for whatever lay ahead.

"Rengoku-san, follow me," you ordered, as you began to sprint towards the source of the scent.

"It's not just Upper 2 and 3," you informed Rengoku, your eyes scanning the area. Weak demons were scattered all around, causing chaos and destruction. Suddenly, one demon leaped towards you, and Rengoku yelled out a warning.

With one swift stroke of your sword, you effortlessly decapitated the demon and continued towards your destination.

“Rengoku-san,” you said firmly. “Please take care of the civilians. I'll handle the upper moons on my own.”

Rengoku opened his mouth to protest, but you interrupted him, throwing him a reassuring smile over your shoulder. "I'll be fine," you said, your tone calm.

After a moment of hesitation, Rengoku nodded reluctantly, “Be careful.”

He circled back towards the heart of the village where the citizens were gathered, offering them his full support. Meanwhile, you were making your way towards Shinazugawa, but as you got closer, you felt a sudden drop in temperature, the air growing icy cold.

The ground beneath your feet was no longer dirt, but instead, it was now coated with ice.

Doma.

You sprinted towards the scene of the battle, your heart pounding against your chest as you saw Shinazugawa fighting fiercely against the upper ranks. He was holding his on, his sword gleaming in the dim moonlight as he expertly dodged and parried their attacks.

But as you drew closer, you could see that his movements were becoming more sluggish, and sweat was beading on his forehead. He was clearly tiring, and the demons were taking advantage of it. Doma casted ice into small particles, filling the air with a freezing chill.

Your mind raced as you realized the danger Shinazugawa was in. If he breathed in that ice, his lungs would collapse, he’d be unable to fight any longer. You opened your mouth to shout a warning, but before you could make a sound, Shinazugawa unleashed his seventh form.

In an instant, the air was filled with a gust of wind as Shinazugawa’s technique cast away the ice particles, scattering them in all directions. The force of the attack sent the demons staggering backward, giving Shinazugawa a momentary respite.

“Fifth form, Shooting Stars.” With lightning-fast movements, you darted through the field, attacking the two demons from every angle.

Your swordsmanship was unparalleled as you gracefully weaved through the air, moving with a fluidity that seemed almost otherworldly. The two demons were caught off guard as you darted around them, striking with a speed that left them reeling. Your strikes were precise, aimed directly at their weak points, and you took advantage of every opening with a calm and calculated efficiency.

"Doma, you little shit," you growled. Your eyes narrowed as you saw him chanting. You braced yourself for the worst as an enormous Bodhisattva statue surrounded by lotuses made of ice spawned from the surface you were standing on. You tried to dodge, but the ice vines sprouting from the lotuses entangled you, snaring all over your body and dragging you towards the statue, towards Doma.

You struggled to break free, feeling the vines tightening around your limbs and cutting into your flesh. You knew that if you didn't act fast, your bones would break under the pressure.

"Little Night Hashira, we meet again!" he exclaimed with a smile, completely oblivious to the fact that you were only seconds away from delivering the final blow. "You are still as gorgeous as ever, and you smell heavenly too," he added, his tone suggestive.

You had only crossed paths a handful of times in missions, yet he acted as if you were old friends.

Your grip tightened around the hilt of your sword, your eyes narrowing as you glared at him. His smug expression only served to infuriate you further, the veins tightened even more.

"You’re mistaken if you think I have any interest in your flattery, Doma," you spat blood. "I’m here to end your pitiful existence.”

Doma's expression faltered for a moment, but then he chuckled. "Oh, my dear, you’re always so fierce. That's what makes you so irresistible."

But before you could retort, your attention was diverted to Shinazugawa’s whereabouts. You scanned the area, but he was nowhere to be found. Panic set in as you realized he could be in danger.

You darted your eyes around, searching frantically for any sign of him.

"Looking for someone, Little Night Hashira?" he asked with a sinister tone, grinning. "Hm... Your little Wind Hashira, perhaps?" He giggled, clearly knowing something you didn't. "He's an amazing fighter, you know. Akaza wants to turn him. He'd be an amazing Upper Moon." His voice was taunting.

A searing pain erupted in your side, causing you to gasp for air. You looked down to see a deep gash across your abdomen, blood flowing freely from the wound. You gazed back at Doma, his fan covering his mouth as he hid his smug smile.

You tried to speak, but blood gurgled out of your mouth, choking you. “Where-“ you managed to gasp, desperately trying to finish your question.

“Where what?” he taunted, pretending not to understand.

“Is he…” you wheezed, barely able to speak as the pain in your chest intensified.

“Look over there, pretty girl,” Doma said, pointing with his fan. You turned your head to see Shinazugawa locked in a fierce battle with Akaza. Your heart sank at the sight of him fighting alone against such a powerful opponent.

Your attention was quickly brought back to your own predicament as the ice vines continued to tighten their grip around your body. The coldness was seeping into your bones and you could feel your strength waning. You gritted your teeth and tried to break free, but it was no use.

"Once Akaza gets his final blow in," Doma leaned in, bringing you close enough to see the spectrum of colours in his eyes. "We will turn him into a demon. If he refuses, well..." His smile faded, “We’ll tear every single limb of his off.”

You reached your breaking point, your mind became clouded. “Thirteenth form, Nightmare.”

Suddenly, the world around you transformed into a dark and ominous realm. The air was thick with the scent of fear, and the sound of screams and cries echoed all around you. Doma was now trapped in a terrifying nightmare of his own making.

The vines that had been tightly wrapped around you suddenly loosened, and the statue that Doma had created melted away at an intense speed. You plummeted towards the ground, hitting the hard surface with a deafening thud. You let out a silent cry. The impact should have caused numerous broken bones, but you refused to succumb to the pain.

As you surveyed your surroundings, you noticed that the shadow of Doma was writhing in agony, his face contorted with terror. He clawed at the air and his own face in a desperate attempt to escape his own nightmare. You took advantage of the opportunity and prepared yourself for the final blow, concentrating all your power into your stance as you chanted, "First form, Meteor."

"AKAZA!" Doma screeched, just as you were about to land the final blow on his neck, slicing through the skin. You could sense Akaza's presence from your peripheral vision as he swiftly moved towards Doma and took him into his arms. The force of your sword met nothing but air, and the ground where Doma should have been standing erupted into a deep crater from the sheer power of your attack.

You let out a string of curses, the words echoing through the empty air. Taking a deep breath, you tried to calm yourself down, but the pain you were in made it even difficult as bones were constricting your lungs. However, you refused to let it stop you from finding Shinazugawa.

You spotted Shinazugawa just a few meters away, his gaze fixed on you. He stood there, motionless, much like he did back at the hot springs. As you turned your attention towards him, you noticed Rengoku approaching you from behind.

You let out a raspy breath before collapsing to the ground, causing Rengoku to rush towards you, leaving Shinazugawa behind. As you struggled to catch your breath, Shinazugawa’s voice cut through the air.

"You lost him," he stated flatly.

Confused you replied, "What?"

Shinazugawa’s eyes widened as he continued, "You're so fucking useless. Why are you even here?"

Rengoku interrupted, his anger palpable as he yelled, "Shinazugawa! Can you not do this right now?"

Shinazugawa ignored him, spitting out his words with contempt, "You are so fucking useless, you should have died."

You stared at him, taken aback by his harsh words.

Your breathing became shallow, and your heart felt like it had dropped to your stomach. The weight of Shinazugawa’s words felt heavy, crushing down on any sense of self-worth you had left. You tried to hold back tears, but you could feel them welling up in your eyes. The pain was almost unbearable, and all you wanted to do was curl up into a ball and disappear.

“Why?" you choked out, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Quit the fucking corps," he said, his tone cold.

“Shinazugawa,” Rengoku removed his haori and quickly wrapped it around your bleeding torso. “She did more than you could have,” he said, his voice laced with a mix of anger and frustration directed at Shinazugawa. He held you close, trying to ease your pain as you groaned in agony. The wounds were deep and you could feel the blood trickling down your skin. Despite Rengoku’s efforts, the pain was still overwhelming, making it hard for you to focus on anything else.

You saw black.

“Is she in a stable condition?” Ubuyashiki inquired with a deep concern etched in his voice.

“Yes, Oyakata-sama. The Kakushi just arrived in time to prevent further blood loss,” Rengoku replied.

“I’m glad. She fought valiantly, didn't she?” he remarked, with a tone that suggested it was not a question. Ubuyashiki was well aware of your formidable strength, which could rival even Himejima, if not, surpass him. However, even such strength had its limits, and you were not invincible.

Shinazugawa sat in silence during the meeting, his eyes fixed on a spot on the floor without even a single blink. Ubyashiki addressed him, "Shinazugawa?"

Shinazugawa jolted out of his trance, "Oyakata-sama."

Ubyashiki asked, "What did you tell her?”

Shinazugawa hesitated, swallowing hard and opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water. Eventually, he managed to say, "I told her she was useless."

Rengoku interjected, "Please continue, Shinazugawa-san."

Shinazugawa glared at Rengoku and continued, "And that she should have died."

Ubuyashiki turned to Rengoku and said, "You may leave now, Rengoku."

Rengoku looked at both Ubuyashiki and Shinazugawa, and replied, "As you wish, Oyakata-sama."

Once Rengoku was out of earshot, Ubuyashiki confronted Shinazugawa, "Why do you express your concern through hostility, Shinazugawa?"

"I don't understand, Oyakata-sama," he responded.

"You care for her, do you not?" Ubuyashiki questioned. "She's finally opening up to the other Hashiras, enjoying their company, and communicating more. Yet you try to push her back into the hole she has been desperately trying to climb out of. Do you not see the emptiness in her eyes? She looks so hollow, and you only seem to make her feel more disconnected from this world."

"She's not my responsibility. She made her own decision to get involved."

"You are a Hashira, Shinazugawa. You have a responsibility to your fellow demon slayers, especially one who risked her life to help you."

Shinazugawa’s jaw tightened. "I didn't ask for her help."

"But you needed it," Ubuyashiki countered. "And now she needs yours."

Shinazugawa opened his mouth to argue, but Ubuyashiki interrupted him. "I understand that you are not used to showing kindness, but that does not excuse cruelty. She deserves respect, and so do you. Please think about that, Sanemi."

The use of his first name caught him off guard, and he stared directly into Ubuyashiki's eyes, unsure of what to say.

“You may go, Shinazugawa,” Ubuyashiki said with a hint of sadness in his smile.

Time passed in a blur as days and nights blended together, but fragments of memories kept you grounded in reality.

You struggled to open your eyes through the hardened mucus that clung to them.

You heard the clatter of a plate hitting the ground, causing you to turn your head in the direction of the noise. Your eyes fell upon Kocho, who was standing by the door.

“Two months,” she said, her voice trembling with emotion as tears welled up in her eyes. Her vulnerability caught you off guard. “You were unconscious for two whole months, and I was losing hope that you’d ever wake up.” She slowly made her way towards you, kneeling beside the bed where you lay recovering.

“Every damn day there was an ohagi on your table that I had to clean up,” she said with a hint of annoyance. You gave her a quizzical look, wondering what ohagi had to do with anything.

“I'm sorry,” you said, even though you weren't entirely sure what you were apologizing for.

You remembered then, “Shinazugawa-san and Rengoku-san?” Kocho handed you a glass of water, which you eagerly gulped down, relieving your dry throat. As you drank, Kocho continued to speak.

"Shinazugawa-san deserves a beating," she said with a hint of anger in her voice. "I offered to create new scars for him, but Himejima-san told me not to." Despite her words, she gave you a sweet smile, a contradiction to her previous statement.

“I was scared,” she admitted. "You were in such a bad condition," she added.

“I'm fine now, Kocho-san,” you replied with a reassuring smile.

“You certainly are. We made sure to take care of you every single day," she said, before adding, “Oykata-sama would visit every day too. We often caught him doing so.”

“He didn't have to,” you said, shocked by the revelation. Kocho smiled softly. “He cares for you deeply, just as he does for all of us. After all, he sees us as his family-”

“You're awake!” Kanroji bursted into the room. “How are you feeling?” She was bouncing with energy. “Meals without you just weren't the same.”

“Kanroji-san, thank you for the ohagi,” you bowed your head. “What ohagi?” She asked with a smile.

You stared at her, “The one on my table every night, according to Kocho-san?”

“I never brought any ohagi. But if I had seen it, I definitely would have eaten it all!” She retorted with a playful grin.

As you stared out of the window, the gentle breeze rustled the curtains, and you breathed in the fresh air. Suddenly, your stomach grumbled and you found yourself craving some ohagi. "I could really go for some ohagi right about now," you murmured to yourself.

As night settled in, you took your first few steps after being stationary for two solid months. You had lost a considerable amount of muscle and weight during your recovery, but Kocho assured you that your training would come back to you in a few days.

You padded softly towards the window, staring into the gardens of the Butterfly estate. The night sky always had a calming effect on you, especially when the moon is full. The beauty of the moonlight shining onto your face made you close your eyes and bask in its presence.

You felt a subtle shift in the air as the door silently opened, a clear sign of someone skilled in stealth. Without hesitation, you turned your head towards the door.

White hair and a scarred body. In his hand, he held a box wrapped in furoshiki cloth. As he walked in, his gaze immediately went to the bed where you had been comatose.

Not finding you there, a flash of panic was evident in his eyes as he began to scan the room. Finally, he noticed you standing there, looking at him with a stunned expression.

“Shinazugawa-san?” You said softly.

He dropped the box in surprise and walked slowly towards you. His scarred face was twisted in a mixture of surprise and guilt. He reached his hand out, but you flinched, taking a step back.

That immediately stopped him in his tracks. He let out a bitter laugh and ran his hand through his hair. “I’m so fucken stupid,” he muttered, his voice laced with self-disgust.

“Yeah,” you choked out, your voice cracking as tears welled up in your eyes. You couldn't bear to look at him, so you turned your back towards him, staring blankly out the window.

"Please look at me," he whispered, his voice barely audible. You couldn't bring yourself to do it, your gaze still fixed on the window. He said your name, your first name, in the most tender voice you had ever heard.

“Please.”

The moonlight cast a soft glow around you as you turned to face him, illuminating your figure. Tears continued to flow uncontrollably down your face as you gazed at him, and the sight of him only seemed to intensify your emotions.

His body was taut, restraining himself from taking a step towards you and enveloping you in his arms. He respected the invisible boundary you had created. His eyes softened when he looked into yours, a stark contrast to his usual gaze that made your stomach churn. His moods were so volatile, but in this moment, it seemed as if he was trying to convey something deeper, something vulnerable.

He was clenching and unclenching his hand, his eyes pleading with you as he whispered, "I'm so sorry. I'm so fucking sorry." The raw emotion in his voice made your heart ache.

“I should have never said any of that, I’m so sorry.”

"I just-“ he paused, his voice cracking. He rubbed his face vigorously before continuing, "I don't know. I don't even know you," he let out a sad, bitter laugh. "What the fuck am I doing?"

“You're not useless," he said softly, his voice filled with remorse. He repeated the phrase again, as if trying to erase the hurt caused by his previous words. "You shouldn't die either, fuck, why did I ever say that," he muttered, his eyes full of remorse.

You stared at him, not knowing how to respond. He looked away, his gaze fixed on the ground. "I don’t want you to die. I said those things," a tear fell down his cheek. "I said it because I didn't want you near any of this shit."

“You’re so fucking strong, I know,” he said, his voice breaking. “But I still worried. You almost fucking died, holy shit.” He took a deep breath before continuing. “You hit that ground, fractured a shit ton of bones, and yet you still moved. I was so fucking scared, I just wanted you to stop but you didn’t. You kept on going and I couldn’t bear to watch it go down.”

You took a soft step toward him. “You almost had him,” he continued, tears streaming down his face. “But when that other demon left me, I thought he was going to finish you off. You had no idea how fucking scared I was.”

"Two months, I came here every single day," he choked out, "and you never stirred. I was terrified," he whispered your name.

"I didn't want to lose-" he was cut off by the gentle touch of your hand on his scarred face. He snapped his head towards you, eyes widening in shock.

“But you did,” you said gently, your voice breaking as tears continued to flow down your face. “The moment you said those words to me.” Your words hung heavy in the air as you both cried, the pain palpable.

Your hands were trembling as you wiped away his tears. Shinazugawa took hold of your hands and brought them to his lips "I won't ever say that shit again," he promised. He pressed a soft kiss onto your hands. "If I ever say anything like that again, these beautiful hands of yours can land the final blow on me."

“Shinazugawa-san,” you said. Shinazugawa gently released your hands and brought his own to your face, wiping away the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes. His hands were so large, almost enveloping your entire face, and they were warm and comforting. You couldn't help but nuzzle into them, savouring the feeling of safety and reassurance that came with his touch. It had been a long time since you had felt this kind of comfort.

"Sanemi," he said, and you looked up at him, questioning.

"Please, call me Sanemi," he added with a gentle smile.

"Sanemi," you said softly.

He averted his gaze, his cheeks turning a soft shade of pink under the moonlight.

As you gazed at him, the world suddenly tilted and you felt yourself losing balance. Your legs gave out and you began to fall, but Sanemi's quick reflexes allowed him to catch you before you hit the ground.

"Careful," he said, holding you tighter as you were bundled in his arms. His strong arms enveloped you, making your heart race. You couldn't help but blush at the sudden situation, grateful that your hair was hiding most of your face.

Sanemi remained in the position that he caught you in, not moving a muscle. As you rested in his embrace, you found yourself entranced by his familiar scent once again, feeling yourself becoming drowsy.

"Sanemi..." you murmured, your eyes drooping.

Sanemi stiffened at the sound of his name, realizing that you were about to pass out. He looked at you in panic as your eyes shut. "Hey, stay with me," he called out, but you didn't budge. With a swift motion, he lifted you up and carried you to the bed, surprised at how light you were in his arms.

Sanemi skidded to a stop, almost colliding with Kocho. "What are you doing here, Shinazugawa-san?" she asked him with a flat expression.

"She passed out. I don't know what happened. She was standing, then she fell and passed out in my arms. Kocho, please help." He pleaded desperately.

Her expression turned concerned upon hearing that, and she quickly made her way to your room. Upon entering, she found you peacefully sleeping on the bed, tucked into the covers. As she checked your vitals, she noticed the box that Sanemi had dropped when he first entered the room. Looking up at him with realization, she said, "You were the one bringing the ohagi."

Sanemi's frustration boiled over, "She passed out and you're concerned about that damn snack?!"

"She's fine," Kocho said reassuringly. "She's just extremely iron deficient. Since we've been administering vital minerals through injections, her iron intake has been insufficient, among other things," she explained.

“No wonder she’s so fucken light,” Sanemi pieced together.

Kocho nodded, then turned her attention back to Sanemi. "What are you really doing here?" she asked again, her tone serious.

“None of ya business," he said, still keeping his gaze fixed on you.

"You said some really terrible things to her, Shinazugawa-san," Kocho reprimanded. "If I hear even the slightest whisper that you've caused her any harm,” she gave him a sweet smile. “I will gut you.”

Sanemi smirked at that, “I’d like to see you try.”

Kocho gave you one last look before sending Sanemi a vulgar gesture and leaving the room.

As you turned on your side, you felt a slight dip in the bed. Cracking open your eyes, you were met with the sight of a sleeping Sanemi. He sat on a stool with his arms resting on the bed, which served as makeshift pillows. He was softly snoring, and it was clear that he must have been watching over you until he fell asleep.

A gentle breeze wafted into the room, causing his hair to fall over his peaceful face. Without hesitation, you reached out and brushed his hair aside. The light touch made him choke on a snore and slowly open his eyes.

He gave you a sluggish smile, then gently took hold of your hand and pressed his lips against it, just as he had done the night before. Your body froze as a rush of warmth washed over you, making you feel a little flushed.

“Mornin’,” he said groggily, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

“Good morning,” you replied quietly, your stomach fluttering at the sound of his voice.

He ran his hand over his face in an attempt to wake himself up. "Let me get you some food," he said, his voice still thick with sleep.

You were about to protest and get out of bed yourself until he said, "Sit your pretty ass down."

You sat down.

Two weeks later

You approached the well-trodden path that led to a destination you had visited a few months earlier. As you neared the entrance, you politely knocked on the sturdy gate, which was soon opened by a female servant, who peered out cautiously.

As she recognized you, her eyes lit up with familiarity, and she quickly bowed low in greeting, gesturing for you to come inside the manor.

She led you through the house and towards the kitchen, the clanging of stones and ceramics hitting each other growing louder with every step.

"Shinazugawa-sama has a keen interest in domestic activities," the servant informed you. You couldn't help but suppress a smile at that. As you reached the entrance of the kitchen, she said, "I'll leave you here," and smiled.

You walked into the kitchen and were immediately hit with the aroma of various dishes. As you looked around, you saw Sanemi's godly figure standing at the counter. He wore black a hakama, a shirt nowhere in sight.

He was entirely focused on his task, his eyes fixed on the fishes in front of him as he sliced them with precision. You couldn't help but admire him, the way his muscles flexed as he worked and the sweat that glistened on his skin.

The servant's words from earlier made sense now - Sanemi had clearly been invested in domestic activities lately, and he seemed to have a talent for it.

You crept towards him until you were close enough to wrap your arms around his waist. Sanemi's body tensed for a moment as he jolted in surprise, causing him to almost drop the knife he was holding mid-air.

He quickly recovered, turning around to face you with a look of mild annoyance mixed with amusement. "Don't sneak up on me like that," he grumbled, though the corners of his lips turned up slightly.

As you chuckled, your breath tickled Sanemi's skin. "Couldn’t resist," you murmured, moving closer to him. Your lips brushed against his skin as you traced the scars on his back with feather-light kisses.

Sanemi's body tensed and he let out a choked sound. However, he didn't push you away. Instead, he slowly turned around to face you, his eyes meeting yours with a hint of desire.

You smirked at his reaction and began to detach yourself from him, intending to playfully tease him. However, before you could take a step away, Sanemi quickly grabbed your wrist.

You couldn't help but let out a surprised gasp as he pulled you closer to him, your bodies now pressed together. His grip on your waist was firm but not rough, and you could feel his warm breath on your neck.

You tilted your head, gazing at him through your lashes, "You fucken minx," he growled.

Your hands trailed up his thick arms, fingers gliding over the defined muscles before wrapping around the back of his neck. You played with his white hair, tugging at the strands lightly as you gazed deeply into his eyes. He couldn't help but flicker his gaze between your eyes and lips.

"I'm a minx now, Sanemi?" you playfully teased, emphasizing his name.

"Fuckin' don't start this," he ordered.

Your eyes flickered to his lips before returning to his gaze. "I really want to kiss you, ‘Nemi," you admitted, your voice low and sultry.

Sanemi's grip on your waist tightened, and he leaned down until his lips were dangerously close to yours. "Do it," he said, roughly.

Your heart raced with excitement as you finally gave in to your desire and pressed your lips to his. His taste was a sweet addiction that you couldn't get enough of. "Finally," he cursed, his lips parting to deepen the kiss.

As your bodies melted together, Sanemi lifted you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his narrow waist. A soft moan escaped your lips as his tongue traced your lips, seeking entrance, and you eagerly granted it.

He set you on the counter and your hands trailed up to tug on his white hair, eliciting a low growl from him. He bit your lip in warning, and you couldn't help but let out a whimper of pleasure. The intensity of the kiss was overwhelming, and you were completely lost in the moment, consumed by your desire for him.

"’Nemi," you whimpered, feeling his lips trailing a path down your neck. You couldn't help but pull on his hair, urging him to continue as he left a trail of kisses and nips on your skin. Your heart was racing with desire as he found a sensitive spot on your neck and began to suck on it. The sensation was so overwhelming that you had to clap a hand over your mouth to stifle the sounds that threatened to escape.

"Lemme fucken hear," he rumbled, pulling your hand away from your mouth.

"I wanna hear everythin’ that escapes your pretty mouth, every moan, every gasp," he murmured in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "I wanna know that I'm makin’ you feel good." The intensity in his voice sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn't help but let out a soft moan as he nibbled on your earlobe.

"’Nemi, the food-" you began.

"Fuck the food," he said.

Notes: This is my first post on Tumblr, as well as my first foray into writing. I'm not sure how it will turn out in the long run, but if you happen to be reading this, thank you for taking the time. I hope you have a lovely day!

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