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hiiiii, i was wondering if u could do a "hashira reaction to gn s'o cheating on them? idk if u do that type of stuff, if u don't just ignore. if you can't/ don't wanna do all, can you please include giyuu and kyojuro? i love your writing sm it hurts

lots of love, me <3

AWEHJIFSKJDF THANK YOU SM!<33 I’m glad you like my writing and yes, I can write that ^^ I don’t normal write char x reader—though I have done it be4—so, sorry if it’s a bit silly bc I’m accustomed to writing char x char It’ll just be Giyuu in this part, I’ll do the others separately since it’s easier on me, if that’s alright. I’ll put the links to the others on this part too, when I finish them tho! (iyw to stay anon that’s fine, but I could tag you in the others if you wanted it?) Also im writing this on my tablet so I’m sorry if there’s any mistakes 😭 I write better on computer

Reaction to being cheated on by GN!Y/N

Giyuu Tomioka

Giyuu never showed much emotion. It bothered you, in ways you never could bring yourself to word. The thing was, however, that you didn’t know how much longer you could bear it. You had fallen in love with him before, but didn’t find yourself drawn to him now. It had been like a mystery, trying to find out the depths of this man whom refused to show anything. He was caring of you, yes. He tended to your wounds, tried his best to make you meals, bought you gifts. But he lacked the show of physical affection. He kissed you from time to time, but you had to initiate it; you had to ask for it. He never gave you the attention you so desperately sought for. Not the kind you wanted, at least.

So you did the unthinkable. You found another man—someone who would treat you as you wished. With only a wisp of guilt in the back of your mind, you pressed your lips upon this other man, thoughts far from the Hashira.

This went on for about two weeks, only, until Giyuu found out. He was supposed to be gone on a mission for a bit, so you invited the man over to your house. Giyuu had the key in, but he was supposed to be gone, of course.

It began with food. Drinks, small talk. It grew heated from there: kissing grew to making out, and that went to the point your uniform was hanging loosely from your shoulders, and then—

And then the door opened.

You had been so caught up in whatever the hell was going on that you hadn’t heard the front door being unlocked. Presumably, Giyuu had assumed you’d had a friend over. Because shock registered through his entire expression upon opening the bedroom door and finding you under another man.

You. Giyuu’s partner, his lover. Splayed under some man he knew not.

For a moment, all that could be heard was yours and the man’s heavy breathing. Giyuu was stock-still, eyes wide, mouth ajar. Then he spoke. His voice, usually so calm and collected, came out shaky. Uncertain.

“Y/n…?” he asked quietly, taking a hesitant step forward.

The man scoot off of you, buttoning his uniform hastily and standing. “I should go…” he murmured. He tried making a dash out the door, ducking under Giyuu’s arm, but Giyuu was quicker, grabbing him by his collar and tossing him back into the room carelessly, gaze stuck on you.

“Y/n, what… What the hell?” he said, his voice rising slightly. You rarely heard him swear. Even if it was something as mild as ‘hell.’

You flinched as he moved closer, his steps as inaudible as ever.

“Why…?” His question trailed off, his eyes tracing your half-exposed body. You tugged your uniform back on self-consciously. Why had you done this?

You averted your eyes, not wanting to see his expression anymore. You had thought he wouldn’t care, in all honesty. Though it didn’t stop you from hiding it.

“What did I do wrong?” Giyuu mumbled. There was a trace of hurt in his voice and you felt a twinge of regret. It wasn’t just the humiliation of being discovered.

“I… You didn’t kiss me much or anything. You didn’t really hug me, or cuddle me, or… I don’t know. I’m sorry,” you whispered. You chanced a glance back at him.

Giyuu’s hair had fallen over his eyes, obscuring them from your view. His lips opened and closed wordlessly for a moment. Eventually, he seemed to find his voice. But he sounded cold now, the kind of voice he would use to give orders to Demon Slayers. Dismissive. The kind that meant the conversation was over. “I loved you, Y/n. Did you know that? I’m sorry for not giving you enough. I hope this… other man can give you what I failed to do,” he said quietly. He turned abruptly, ignoring your calls as he stalked out of the room.

You heard the front door slam shut. There was a moment of silence. The ‘other man’ glanced at you.

“Want to continue…?” he asked tentatively.

“Shut up. Go away,” you hissed.

He raised his hands in surrender as he stood, backing towards the doorway. “Alright… It was just a question.”

You waited as his footsteps faded into the distance. The door Giyuu had slammed clicked shut behind him. You dipped your head down, burying it in your hands. God, what had you done?

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OBANAI HEADCANON!

He’s the type to rarely say “I love you” because of his past (spoilers ahead!)

I feel like his family would’ve said things like “This is for your own good!” and “Dw we love you a lot<3” and “It won’t hurt, i promise”—which were, of course, all empty promises

lies.

so Obanai wouldn’t see much in the use of words; finding them worthless in ways of affection

If his S/O said “I love you”

he would say, “prove it.” every time, just to make sure that it was true

he shows affection in gifts, devotion, touch, etc, but words? sorry, he doesn’t know how to make them function

at one point, his s/o would wonder if he truly loved the, bc he never said it—it’d go something like:

“Are you sure you love me?”

—Obanai nodded, his bandages unraveling as he tugged on them, letting them sit on his shoulders.

“You never tell me that you do.”

—“I… do,” Obanai murmured. He pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, to your neck, your cheek.

“Can you just say it? ‘I love you’?”

—“…why?”

“Do you not?”

—“I do,” he insisted, “I do.” His hands cupped your face, he pulled you closer, pressing a fleeting kiss to your lips.

“I want to hear you say it… Please?”

—“I…” He hesitated. Fine. “I love you. I do. Okay? Better?”

“I love you too.”

—He nuzzled into your neck, closing his eyes. He hummed in response.

Sooo not very verbal in affection :3

also he’s bad at it since he can never find positive words for himself, never believing words he hears others say about himself if they’re good

so he can’t think of any that he could say and come across meaning a thousand times more than he can put into words

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These are much easier to make than drawing

#real

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who else feels like this

#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #angst #ds #hashira #obanai iguro #kny art #iguro #obanai #artwork #art #doodle #idk tbh #sketch #yes??#kinda headcanon #angsty art #just bc

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HELPPPP

it used to just be this but i got bored:

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Sneak peak from a WIP about Obanai living with the Rengokus after being rescued as a kid (in this scene, he's 12 and Senjuro is 5):

“Why are you crying?” Obanai spat, but there was no real venom behind his words. “B-because you are,” Senjuro explained tearfully. “That’s stupid!” “Uh-uh, it’s not,” Senjuro shook his head. “Nii-chan said that I have something that makes me feel other people’s feelings. It’s called empathy.”

What? What did he mean he was feeling other people’s feelings? That sounded like an invasion of privacy and Obanai did not like it. “Well, stop it,” he told him. “I can’t,” Senjuro sniffed. “What do you mean you can’t?” Obanai crossed his arms. “That doesn’t make sense. It’s not like you feel everybody else’s feelings and your own at the same time all the time.” “Yeah I do,” Senjuro said. Obanai blinked. “Really?” “Uh-huh.” “…oh.” That…sounded very overwhelming. No wonder Senjuro was so sensitive. Obanai relaxed slightly. He was silent for a moment. “What…what am I feeling right now, then?” Senjuro pulled his knees to his chest and looked out the window. Then, so quietly Obanai could barely hear him, he said, “You’re very lonely.” For some reason that was all it took for Obanai to start crying all over again. Tears slipped down his face as he stared at Senjuro with wide eyes for a moment. He barely made a sound as his chest began to heave. “Can I hug you now?” said Senjuro. Obanai swallowed thickly. He thought about it for a moment, and then whispered, "Okay."

#theyre so precious #i love this #sobbing

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kissin scars

#noms the art #THIS IS #PERFECTION #FUCK #saneoba #i love them sm #gosh

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Could you draw Kyōjurō as a cat and Senjuro as a kitten? 🥺🙏

hes very proud of his baby brother. senpurro and kyopurro

#THIS IS THE CUTEST THING IVE SEEN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE

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can you tell i accidentally changed brushes for one part

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hi, I'm not sure if you accept requests rn, but if you do, can u make a oneshot of sanemi nursing giyuu back to health after a near-death experience? like a demon, or maybe drowning, if not that's totally fine!

hhihi anon<3

Yes, I do accept requests from here bc I get considerably less on tumblr (which is a relief btw-), so I'll do it

I hope I wrote this quickly enough ;x; I think it took a couple of days, sorry

Thoughts of you | {SaneGiyuu}

Theme: Floof w/ practically non-existent angst

Note: Aaaa there wasn't a lot of the 'nursing back to health' IM SORRY- bc it was mostly giyuu falling in love towards middle-end

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Giyuu had worked himself to near-death quite literally. It wasn't on purpose, really! He had just gone... overboard. He'd gotten distracted. Which was unlike himself, unlike a Hashira. But it happened, and there wasn't any going back. He had trained from hour to hour, little to no stop, slept about two hours total in the last three days, and hadn't bothered to get any proper food. He supposed it was some prolonged adrenaline that kept him throughout the days, letting him trudge on. He had gotten another mission, at one point, after these days of totally-taking-care-of-himself, and had gone along tiredly. He had no time to rest, after all.

He had arrived on time, luckily, and had decapitated the demon within the first ten minutes. There was a couple other demons, which took longer to kill because they were hiding. Once finding them, he sapped up the strength he had left and killed them as well. He found, however, that he had used up any energy he'd had left, and tipped over. He wobbled, trying and failing to regain his balance. Then next thing he knew, he was submerged in water, arms aching as he attempted to swim to the surface. He hadn't realized there was an ocean here.

Then he realized there had been some sort of river, maybe. Connecting to a waterfall? It was either considerably deeper than he'd imagined or he was simply too exhausted to get up. He was floating upside down, his eyes shut tight to prevent water from entering them. He felt something sharp grazing his arm and flinched away before realizing it was his katana. He struggled for a moment, trying to sheathe it, but failed. He didn't feel like moving. His body felt like lead and he didn't know if he would ever move again. He felt the breath being drawn out from his lungs, replaced by water. It stung and he coughed, then realized that struggling would only worsen the pain. He stopped, allowing the water to enter his mouth, ignoring the throb in his lungs and the impulse to cough it out.

And suddenly he was flying. Rising? What was happening? His senses had long since faded to a low dull but he felt strong arms wrapping around his torso, lifting him up and out of the water. He felt heavier, the water that had soaked into his clothing weighing him down.

"Damn you, Tomioka..." a distant voice from above him said, annoyance and concern lacing the words.

Giyuu coughed pitifully, the air hitting him like a gust of arctic wind. He was placed down, grass poking at his skin. Hands pressed on his chest, making his cough more, water slowly forcing his way into or out of his lungs. He felt like he couldn't breathe, and didn't make a move to try. He vaguely registered lips against his own, the blissful feeling of air in his lungs again, before blacking out, his senses going dark.

He woke up, eventually. It hurt to breathe and he struggled to draw in a steady breath. His hand stung and he recalled having cut it somehow. His head throbbed like a lightbulb, fading in and out. He sat up slowly, dizzy from the blood that rushed to his head. He blinked. He was laying in a futon, a blanket draped over his body. He lifted his injured hand and found it bandaged. He looked around. He didn't recognize this place. It was unfamiliar to him, and he hated it.

His breath was constricted, though, and if he couldn't breathe well there really wasn't any chance of leaving. He coughed, the unsettling feeling of water still in his lungs making him want to tear them out.

His coughing had brought attention to him and he heard only a minute later he heard a clattering sound of something wooden falling, then footsteps making their way quickly to the room. He went to pretend he was asleep but was a moment too late when, to his shock, Sanemi entered.

He walked to the futon, kneeling down. "You're an idiot, Tomioka, you know that, right?"

Giyuu didn't respond, wondering if this was Sanemi's house then—or if he had simply been put up to the task of helping him.

Sanemi let out a breath. "Fine, be it your way. Does anything hurt particularily badly?"

Giyuu considered this and shook his head. No, nothing did. It stung when he breathed in and his hand and head hurt, but none of them were bad. He'd definitely experienced worse before.

"Good," Sanemi said with a nod. "Now, tell me what you were doing tipping over into the water on your mission."

"I'm sorry," Giyuu mumbled. He didn't know why he had let down his guard, let himself fall. He honestly didn't.

"You better be. Also, I had Kocho run some tests on you too. Turns out you haven't eaten or drunk enough water in the past few days or so, also you've had not even close to enough sleep, and according to your crow you haven't stopped training to do much in the first place," Sanemi said, an exasperated sigh leaving his body. "You're an idiot, Tomioka. Take better care of yourself."

Giyuu hesitated. "She can see that much from a test?"

Sanemi lifted a shoulder. "It was also just eyeing you. Those eyebags were enough indication in terms of sleep."

"Oh."

Sanemi nodded.

"I feel better now, I can go home," Giyuu said, starting to stand.

Sanemi pushed him back down. "No. You're staying here and sleeping until you get better. I don't want to see you getting up for anything except the bathroom, alright?"

Giyuu frowned. "But-"

"No."

There were no more arguments to be said. Sanemi left to go make some food and Giyuu was on his own again, fuming.

He looked down at himself and realized, for the first time, that he wasn't in his own clothes. Had Sanemi changed him?

He glanced around, not seeing his haori around. A sort of panic rose in him and he scrambled up, wobbling for a second, before making his way to the hall where he'd seen Sanemi go. He scampered through it, looking right and left. Had his haori fallen off or been ripped or?-

Sanemi stopped him, clear annoyance directed towards Giyuu. "What the hell are you doing up? I told you to stay down unless you needed the bathroom!"

Giyuu ignored him. "Where's... my haori?" he asked quietly, urgently.

Sanemi let out a breath. "If that was all, you could've just asked." Then his expression softened as he noticed the panic in Giyuu's voice. "It's fine. I washed it and it's drying now. You were soaked from the river, I wasn't about to leave you in those clothes and let you get sick."

Giyuu relaxed. He trusted that Sanemi wouldn't do anything to his haori—he didn't have any reason to, after all. "...thank you," he mumbled.

Sanemi nodded. "Now, back to bed."

He marched him back to the room, tucking him in.

"I'll bring you your food. So cooperate, okay?"

Giyuu nodded.

Sanemi nodded back, gave him one last look, before closing the door and going back down the hall.

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Despite Sanemi's usual arrogance, he was surprisingly tender when caring for Giyuu. There were times he reminded him of Tsutako, his hands gently wrapping bandages back around Giyuu's injured hand, feeding him food when Giyuu lapsed into some sort of fever for a couple days. It was soothing, almost, and Giyuu found great comfort from it. He didn't know that Sanemi was able to be like this but he loved it and hoped that maybe it would last a bit longer.

Though he was considerably kinder to Giyuu, Sanemi still found ways to berate him, getting mad at him when he tried getting up on his own during the fever.

While carrying him to the bathroom, Sanemi would snap at him, saying that he was being stubborn for not letting himself be helped. It was ironic that he reminded Giyuu of Tsutako; they were complete opposites in every way possible. But it was what seperated him from Tsutako, it was what made him his own person. And it was what made Giyuu's heart throb almost yearningly around Sanemi. He didn't understand it, at first. He figured it was just a reminising of his past days as a child—those of which he could barely remember, he might add. And yet as time passed on, he found it wasn't that. He found he had fallen for Sanemi. Somehow.

He thought it would be a fleeting crush. Maybe just happy to be with Sanemi when he was being nicer. But it grew stronger as days passed. Then Giyuu was allowed out, he was released back into the comfort of his own home. Yet he went back to Sanemi the following day, offering him some food as a thank you. They sat together and talked, drank tea and had some mochi. It was wonderful.

He managed to convince himself, at one point, that he was only coming to thank him for it. That it meant nothing. But it became clear, and he couldn't deny it anymore, when he stopped by the following days, found himself around Sanemi constantly, and... And his thoughts seemed to trail to Sanemi no matter what. Oh, look, a dog! Sanemi likes dogs. A cat? Sanemi never cared for cats. There's a snake in that pet shop! Obanai has a snake. Sanemi and Obanai are friends, right? Obanai is one of the few Sanemi actually gets along with. Hmm, maybe some tea would be good. Sanemi seemed to like tea—or at least have it often with ohagi.

No, yeah, no. Giyuu was in love.

Upon Sanemi's threats, Giyuu started taking more mind to himself. He tried to sleep at least a couple hours per day, tried to eat and drink more water, kept track of the time and his own body while training. He felt proud of himself for going through with Sanemi's words—then immediately felt childish for being proud. But he continued at it. Although if he hadn't, he probably would've been forced to by Shinobu or Sanemi in the first place.

Usually, on his missions, Giyuu managed to avoid any injuries worse than a scratch. Except he had gotten distracted this time. His distraction had caught himself off guard and, as he hurried to get back to the present, the demon had managed to slash his leg where the uniform wasn't protecting him. It wasn't a particularily strong demon, so it didn't do much harm, but blood still dampened his clothing. Giyuu killed the demon quickly and then stumbled out of the village he had been in, avoiding people. His calf stung and he winced as he walked.

He realized that the closest house he knew of that he could go to from here wasn't his own or the Butterfly Estate. Rather, it was Sanemi's. Figuring he could persuade Sanemi for, maybe, some bandages, he rushed over, ignoring the pain that stabbed his leg as he ran.

He knocked on the door. Luckily, dawn was approaching, so Sanemi was home. The door opened and Sanemi rolled his eyes upon seeing Giyuu injured. He grabbed Giyuu by the elbow and tugged him inside, closing the door behind him.

"Are you going to keep injuring yourself and running to me for help?" Sanemi asked with slight irritation, searching through his drawers for something.

Giyuu lifted a shoulder. "I didn't come to you the first time."

"Still." Sanemi turned, bandages and some cotton balls in hand. He knelt, having Giyuu sit on a chair, and rolled Giyuu's pant leg up, wiping the blood away then dabbing the cotton balls with something and cleaning the wound. He wrapped the bandages around it, tucked it in, then looked up. "Doesn't hurt bad, does it?"

Giyuu shook his head. "It's fine. The demon wasn't that strong. I just... got distracted."

Sanemi frowned. "So you're off forgetting you're also human and overworking yourself to half-death, then you're getting distracted and getting injured by a weak demon now?" he asked pointedly, a disappointed sigh leaving him.

"...when you put it like that," Giyuu mumbled.

"Why the fuck were you even distracted?" Sanemi asked, resting a hand on Giyuu's knee as he pulled himself up.

Giyuu hesitated. "I was... thinking."

"About?"

"...you?"

Sanemi paused. "What?"

"Sorry, nevermind, nothing," Giyuu said quickly, standing suddenly and nearly knocking Sanemi and the chair over.

"What the fuck do you mean, me?" Sanemi asked, stepping in front of Giyuu and stopping him from moving forward.

"No, I..." Giyuu shook his head. "Nothing."

"...Tomioka," Sanemi said.

Giyuu looked up.

"Tomioka, do you like me?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"W...WHAT???" Giyuu asked, startled. He fell back onto the chair in his shock.

"God, why are you shouting now?" Sanemi said with a sigh.

"That was so random..." Giyuu mumbled.

"Yeah, well, you're acting like you like me. So either you clarify that you're not, or I'm going to keep you here until you tell me something worth hearing," Sanemi said, poising his hands on his hips.

Giyuu let out a breath. "I can't clarify something that's not true."

Sanemi cocked his head to the side. "What?"

"You told me to clarify that I didn't like you," Giyuu said quietly.

Sanemi took a moment to understand. "Oh. Oh, so you do?"

Giyuu nodded slowly, looking away. It couldn't hurt to tell him, right? He would probably just act as he had before he had helped him. Angry and annoyed at him.

And yet.

"Hm. That's unexpected," Sanemi admitted.

"Can I go now?" Giyuu asked.

Sanemi thought for a moment. "No."

"But I told you-"

"Yeah, shut up," Sanemi said with a huff. He glanced down at Giyuu's lap the promptly sat down, facing him.

Giyuu flushed and tried pushing Sanemi off for a half second, before his hands fell to his side and he looked up at Sanemi. "What're you...?"

"If you like me, then would you date me?" Sanemi asked curiously, ignoring his question.

Giyuu considered this. "Only if you liked me too."

"Then will you be my boyfriend?" Sanemi inquired, sounding so casual it took Giyuu a moment to understand the question.

"I... Wha- You- I said if you liked me, only," Giyuu stuttered, struggling to comprehend what exactly had happened.

"I do," Sanemi said.

"But... what? How? What?"

Sanemi rolled his eyes. "Do you want to be my boyfriend or do you want me to slap you?"

Giyuu grew quiet again. "Fine."

"Fine what? Because if you don't clarify, I'm going to assu-"

"We can date," Giyuu interrupted, averting his eyes. "If you want it too."

Sanemi smiled. "There. That wasn't so hard, was it?" Then, abruptly, he kissed him. It was fleeting, but it felt like an eternity of bliss, somehow, and Giyuu longed for it again when he pulled away.

Sanemi stood, moving back to give Giyuu room. "Alright, now go back home and take care of your leg. Don't keep injuring yourself and being idiotic."

Giyuu opened his mouth to say something, then closed it, unsure. He stood and walked to the door. Sanemi saw him out, watching him leave.

Then, once outside, Giyuu turned back and walked back to the door. "Can you kiss me again?" he asked tentatively.

Sanemi raised an eyebrow. "Want a good-bye kiss?"

Giyuu lifted a shoulder. "Is that bad?"

"Not at all." Sanemi leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Giyuu's lips, moving back a moment later. "Bye, Tomioka."

Giyuu lowered his head in a quick bow. "Thank you."

Sanemi's mouth curved in a smile. "See you later."

"'Later," Giyuu agreed, walking back home.

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those oneshots where you like how it started and hate how it ended

smh I can never write something where I like the whole thing 😭

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In the bustling world of demon slayers, Sanemi Shinazugawa was renowned for his fiery temperament and fierce dedication to his duty. Despite his rough exterior, no one could deny his skill in combat, and he was respected by many. However, everything changed when he met Giyuu, a quiet and stoic boy who seemed unaffected by the chaos around him. As they worked together as Hashira for the corp, Sanemi found himself drawn to Giyuu's calm demeanor and quiet strength. Over time, their bond grew into something deeper, igniting a passionate love that neither had expected. Amidst their dangerous missions and battles against demons, their love blossomed, showing them both that even in a world filled with darkness, there could be a glimmer of light and hope.

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As their relationship deepened, Sanemi and Giyuu faced new challenges and obstacles that tested their love and dedication to each other. Their contrasting personalities often clashed, with Sanemi's hot-headedness contrasting with Giyuu's calm demeanor. However, they learned to complement each other's strengths in battle and in their personal lives. Their bond with their fellow Hashira grew stronger as they continued to fight side by side, earning them both the respect and admiration of their peers. Through it all, their love remained unwavering, a beacon of hope in a world filled with darkness and danger. And as they faced each new day together, they knew that as long as they had each other, they could conquer anything that stood in their way.

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As the sun began to set over the horizon after a long and grueling battle, Sanemi and Giyuu found themselves alone amidst the quiet of the forest. The tension between them was palpable, the air heavy with unsaid words and unspoken desires. Finally, unable to resist any longer, Sanemi closed the distance between them and gently cupped Giyuu's face in his hands. With a mixture of hesitation and longing, their lips met in a soft and tender kiss, a silent promise of their love and devotion to each other. In that moment, surrounded by the whispers of the wind and the rustling of the leaves, they knew that their bond was unbreakable, their love eternal. And as they pulled away, their eyes met, conveying a world of emotions that needed no words to be understood. With a smile, they embraced each other, their hearts beating as one, knowing that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, united in love and unbreakable in spirit.

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The two men decided to take their relationship to the next level by getting married. Surrounded by their families and friends, they exchanged vows and rings, celebrating their love and commitment to each other. The wedding was a beautiful and joyous occasion, as they embraced their identities as a happily married gay couple, paving the way for a future filled with love and acceptance.

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Filled with happiness and love, the two men shared countless kisses, each one more passionate and meaningful than the last. Their hearts overflowing with joy, they couldn't help but express onover, expressing their deep connection and appreciation for each other. With every kiss, they affirmed their love and commitment, revel blissfully in the beauty of their relationship.

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The two men snuggled up on the couch, wrapped in each other's arms, feeling content and at peace. They shared whispered words of affection, tracing gentle fingers along each other's skin, basking in the warmth of their love. With soft kisses and playful smiles, they enjoyed the simple yet profound intimacy of being together, finding solace in the comfort of their bond. Their playful banter and shared laughter filled the room, a reminder of the deep connection that only grew stronger with each passing moment.

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They awoke entangled in each other's embrace, the soft morning light illuminating their peaceful faces. As they stretched and yawned, their fingers intertwined and they exchanged knowing smiles, feeling a sense of contentment wash over them. The night spent together had deepened their connection even further, and they knew that their bond was something special. With a shared glance of love and gratitude, they embraced the new day and the promise it held for their relationship.

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As the sun set on the last page of their story, the two men sat on a cozy porch swing, watching the world go by in peaceful solitude. With a shared laugh and a knowing glance, they marveled at the simple beauty of their love, knowing that they had found a home and safe haven in each other's arms. As they leaned in for a tender kiss, the world faded away, leaving only the gentle sound of their laughter and the unbreakable bond that held them together, forever and always. And in that moment, they knew that happiness had found them in each other, and that their love story would never truly end.

#THIS IS SO PRETTY #OMGGG #QHHAHOJIOCZKIS #SANEGIYUU>>>>#ITS BEAUTIFUL #<333 #i love this #kny #writing #i don’t reblog writing that much #i js realized…#anywho #READ THIS :3

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guess how Giyuu died

#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #angst #gay #giyuu tomioka #ds #hashira #sabito #sabigiyuu #comic #short comic #artwork #my art #kny fanart #sabigiyuu angst #i love them #kny sabito #dead giyuu au

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Safe pt.2 | {SabiGiyuu}

part 1

Theme: Floofy angst

Note: fun fact! i hc that sabigiyuu had their first kiss be4 final selection and end up adding it as a small background touch in a lot of my oneshots/AU's (some of y'all already know this but whatever)

shorter than Sabito's life-span 🩷

Requested!

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The day for Final Selection had finally arrived. Giyuu was both vibrating with ecstatic anticipation and a giddy nervousness as he was handed the katana he would use. Urokodaki waved him and Sabito off after a lengthy hug and they set off on their way towards the mountain.

"Are you sure we'll make it?" Giyuu asked, his hand opening and closing around his katana handle.

"I'm sure we will," Sabito assured him with a smile that made Giyuu melt. "And if either of—or neither of us—don't make it, at least we tried, right? Besides, we'll be together no matter what."

"But if one of us dies and the other doesn't... we won't be together," Giyuu mumbled with a frown.

"Yeah, well, how about I give you something, then?" Sabito asked.

They had reached the site, the heavy scent of wisteria making Giyuu bring a hand up to his nose, covering it momentarily. There were lanterns scattered about and the purple flowers seemed to glow iridescently around them as night fell, the sky overhead barely visible through the trees.

"What do you mean?" Giyuu asked, turning to him with a curious gaze.

Sabito smiled, tugging Giyuu's hand towards him, pulling him forward. He brought Giyuu's hand up to his mouth, placing a gentle kiss on his knuckles. Giyuu flushed. "S...Sabito?"

"Giyuu, if you die, I will never forget you. Never. And if I die, just know that I always loved you, alright?" Sabito said, cradling Giyuu's hand and pulling him closer by his waist.

Love. He loved him.

"I... I'll... I'll always love you too," Giyuu murmured, resting his forehead against Sabito's, a small smile curving his lips up. His cheeks were flushed pink, which had nothing to do with the breeze that swooped through the clearing.

The chatter of the people slowly entering around them faded as Sabito's hands lifted, cupping Giyuu's face. Their eyes met and for a moment, it was just the two of them, together, together. They were safe, Giyuu was safe, Sabito was safety. And he loved him, and Sabito loved him, and Giyuu loved him, and... and it was alright.

Sabito's eyes fluttered close and Giyuu hesitated. Then Sabito was leaning closer and all Giyuu could comprehend was lips against his own, his eyes shutting, leaving him with only the sense of the sweet taste of Sabito's mouth. Until it was pulled away and he longed for more, but he knew it was not the time.

Sabito smiled gently at him and dropped his hands down, holding Giyuu's in his own.

"Forever, okay?" Sabito said reassuringly. "I love you forever."

"I... I love you too," Giyuu whispered, breathless.

Sabito, against the purple light of the flowers and lanterns, Sabito, all his. He looked lovely. Like an angel. Sometimes, Sabito would talk about his scar detracting from himself. But the scar meant nothing. It was just another line in this... masterpiece of a boy.

"I love you so much," Giyuu mumbled.

Sabito kissed his cheek then let go of one of his hands, pulling him towards the arc which stretched over the entrance to Final Selection.

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In the end, it didn't matter how strong or how much love there had been before. It didn't actually matter. Not when it was life and death, not when you were being tested to fight with your life and the test could just as well kill you. Not when it did kill you.

One second, Sabito was by his side. The next Giyuu had woken up. Final Selection had ended, somehow. He didn't know what happened. He looked for Sabito.

There was someone there—Murata. He said... He said that Giyuu had gotten hurt, that Sabito had come in to assist. That in the end, there was only one demon left in all of Final Selection. But that final demon had killed Sabito. That nobody—nobody—else had died. Except Sabito.

Sabito.

Giyuu didn't believe it. He couldn't believe it. How could he have been... how could he have been so useless? So...

And.

And all he could think of was how he could never be happy again, how he could never feel Sabito's hands in his own, wake up to Sabito's voice, sink into Sabito's arms.

How could he be so selfish? How could he be so selfish?!

Giyuu trudged home alone. He was alone. Again. All over again. And it was his fault, it was all his fault—

Urokodaki greeted him. There was no Sabito there, and the absence was evident.

There was a brief moment of comfort. Or maybe it was longer. Whatever it was, it was gone much too fast. It was nothing if Sabito wasn't there.

Giyuu retired to his room. The empty one. The extra futon, still not made. Sabito's extra kimono folded neatly by the side. Giyuu buried himself under the covers. Then he was crying. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't do anything. He was all alone.

He woke up at night, once. His eyes caught onto the sight of Sabito's kimono in the darkness. He crawled over to it, avoiding Sabito's futon. He unfolded the kimono, letting it drape over his knees. He took off his own, slipping on some of the clothing Urokodaki had provided the two.

He crept through the house, finding a drawer with supplies. He took scissors, thread, and a needle. Then he went back to his room, shut the door quietly, and sat down. He cut slowly, carefully. It couldn't be undone if he messed up.

He cut across the middle of his, and then Sabito's kimonos. He threaded the needle and placed the two kimonos side by side. He hemmed the edges of the left side of Sabito's kimono and the right of his own. Then sewed the two together. He ignored the sting when he pricked his fingers from carelessness, focusing only on sewing. It was a slow process, he didn't know if it would work.

By morning, he had finally finished. Light was streaming through the window and he rubbed his eyes, forcing himself to ignore the tiredness.

There was a knock at the door. Giyuu shoved the things under his blanket and gave a half hearted hum in response.

The door opened and Urokodaki peeked in.

"...You didn't sleep, did you?" he asked, concern lacing his voice.

"I... I did," Giyuu lied. "I just need time to catch up with sleeping..."

Urokodaki obviously didn't believe him, but nodded nevertheless. "Your uniform has been tailored and arrived. Your katana will come in a couple days."

Giyuu gave a quick nod. "Okay."

"I'll... make breakfast for the tw-... you," Urokodaki murmured, handing him the uniform then shutting the door and leaving.

Giyuu let out a breath. He changed into his uniform, then lifted the haori he'd constructed, eyes tracing over the haphazardly cut line. He frowned slightly. It would have to do. It was better than it might've been, had he not watched Tsutako sew for hours sometimes in the past. He pulled it on slowly, gaze staying on the hexagonal pattern for a moment.

Then he stood, put away his things, and walked out.

If Urokodaki noticed the haori, he said nothing. There was nothing to say. Sabito wasn't there anymore; it didn't matter anymore. Nothing did. Except Sabito.

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when you dont feel like writing a good ending:

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listening to sad-ish romance songs while writing angst>>>>>>>>

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