#Urokodaki x reader

[hermusicpersona]

Giyuu Tomioka, who...

... First accepted the silence as punishment for surviving.

... Cried and sobbed at night, all alone, until all his tears ran dry and his heart stopped bleeding, but the shallow space in his chest was never healed and he remained cold and detached.

... Would only write to Urokodaki addressing him as "Lord", never feeling worthy of calling him "sensei" again after Sabito died.

... Would light up incense for Tsutako and Sabito, always looking down in shame when he stood in front of their shrines.

... Only let Urokodaki close to him after the Final Selection, his teacher who raised him being the only one who would hold him or pat his head.

... Cried to himself silently, in his room, after Urokodaki called him "his pride and joy".

... Clinged to the hope that Nezuko and Tanjiro would be okay after the day he saved them. Clinged to the idea that he was worth something, after all, if he managed to save the two children.

... Decided to kill himself after the final battle if Tanjiro did not survive. The only reason he did not drive his sword through his throat was that Tanjiro turned into a demon, and he had a duty as a Hashira once more. He was the first to react.

... Brought flowers to Mitsuri and Obanai's grave, smiling truthfully to them for the first time, despite them not being there to see it.

... Prayed to the Gods above to let him have only this - only the two children that he saved - alive and well, so he could finally consider himself worthy of living after putting his life on the line for them.

... Was trusted so deeply by Urokodaki that the moment he vowed to commit seppuku for Nezuko, the old man followed him through without hesitation.

... Was worthy, and loved, but he never truly felt it before the night they defeated Muzan.

[theres-a-body-here]

Sakonji Urokodaki x Male!reader (smut)

You grind your hips into Sakonji's groin, feeling his growing arousal beneath you. As you move, you brush your fingers across his chest and feel the muscles tense beneath the fabric of his jinbei. Looking up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, you whisper breathlessly.

"Take off your mask, Sakonji."

He pauses for a moment before nodding slowly and reaching up to pull it off. His gentle features come into view slowly until finally he sets the mask aside on the floor beside him.

As soon as Sakonji removes his mask, you can see the faint blush on his cheeks. He tries to avert his gaze, but you cup his face gently and tilt it up so he can look at you.

"Don't be nervous, Sakonji," You reassure him softly. "I love you just the way you are."

You give him a gentle smile as your eyes roam over his features. His hair is silver and he has such a gentle face. His skin is slightly wrinkled from age but radiates warmth under your fingertips.

"You're beautiful," You whisper before leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips.

You can feel Sakonji's warm breath and the softness of his mouth. With a moan, you grind your clothed cock against him, feeling the hardness between his legs.

Sakonji lets out a gasp as he feels your arousal press against him. Breaking the kiss for a moment he looks up at you with desire in his eyes.

"You're teasing me now, pup." He chuckles before reaching down to slide his hands beneath your shirt to caress your skin. You shudder as you feel his warm fingers trace your stomach

As you break the kiss, Sakonji wastes no time in pulling at your shirt in an attempt to remove it. You help him by raising your arms up and he quickly yanks it off.

With a growl, his hands find their way to your flesh, pinching, groping, and caressing every inch of skin they come across. The sensations are overwhelming as you feel yourself growing harder with each passing moment.

You let out a small laugh as you feel Sakonji's fingers graze over your nipples sending shivers down your spine.

"Someone's eager, I see," You tease him gently before leaning down to capture his lips in another kiss. Your hands move to slide beneath his jinbei and caress the skin of his back.

He hums into the kiss, returning it fiercely as he grinds against you again. His hands continue exploring your body, feeling every dip and curve as if trying to memorize it with just touch alone.

Feeling emboldened by the way he is touching you so fervently, you begin to grind back against him harder, arching your back slightly for more contact. The friction between your bodies creates an almost maddening sensation that drives both of you wild with desire.

Finally breaking away from his mouth, you trail kisses down his neck and collarbone before latching onto one of his nipples with your teeth. He gasps at the sudden pleasure before moaning loudly when you suck on it hard.

"Sakonji," You murmur against his skin between kisses. "I want you."

Your breath catches in your throat as Sakonji gently takes control, spinning you both around until he's on top. The sensation of his body pressing down against yours sends shivers through you and you look up at him with a hungry expression. With nimble fingers, he begins to fumble with the ties of your pants, undoing them and sliding them down slowly while never breaking eye contact.

"Sakonji," You breathe heavily, feeling yourself growing even harder at the sensation of him being in charge.

A smirk plays on his lips. "I want to take my time with you tonight, little one," He says huskily before continuing to work on removing your pants.

You let out a moan of pleasure as he finally manages to tug them off along with your underwear, leaving you completely exposed beneath him. He takes a moment just to look at you before leaning down to kiss your stomach slowly and sensually.

You feel your breaths coming out in short pants as Sakonji's kisses trail lower and lower down your stomach. Your hands grip tightly onto the blankets beneath you, anticipating what he is about to do next.

As his lips brush against the base of your cock, you let out a moan so loud it echoes through the room. You can feel yourself throbbing with anticipation and need as he continues to tease you slowly.

Sakonji looks up at you through lust blown eyes before leaning down to take you into his mouth slowly. You cannot help but cry out in pleasure at the sensation of his hot tongue tracing over every inch of your length.

"Sakonji," You gasp out between ragged breaths, feeling completely overwhelmed by the sensations that are racing through your body.

He hums softly around you in response, continuing to move sensually until finally taking all of you into his mouth.

Your hands move to grab at Sakonji's hair gently, guiding him as he continues to suck your cock. Every flick of his tongue is like a jolt of electricity running through you and you cannot help but let out moan after moan.

"Sakonji," You pant out his name as the pleasure builds within you. "Oh god, don't stop."

He hums around you before taking all of you back into his mouth again. His head bobs up and down slowly at first before picking up speed until finally, he is moving quickly around your length.

You arch your back off the bed in response, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to release with each passing moment. The sensation of Sakonji's mouth on you is almost too much to bear and it takes everything in you not to come then and there.

Finally unable to hold back any longer, You cry out as pleasure explodes through every part of your body. Your hips buck wildly towards him as hot cum spills into Sakonji's waiting mouth.

As you come down from your high, you can hear Sakonji fumbling with removing his own pants. Your eyes widen as you catch a glimpse of him underneath the fabric and see that he is very hard, stretching out the material of his pants as he removes them.

You lick your lips in anticipation at the sight before you, feeling yourself growing hard again just looking at him. You let out a low whistle when his cock springs out.

"I sometimes forget how big you are," You say teasingly, watching as Sakonji moves to kneel between your legs.

He chuckles softly before leaning down to kiss you deeply. The sensation of his lips against yours while feeling him so close sends shivers through every part of your body. As he pulls back, he looks down at you with such a loving expression it almost takes your breath away.

"You're too kind to me, little one," He says gently before moving further down between your legs.

As Sakonji moves further down between your legs, he suddenly pauses before letting out an apology. You watch as he gets up and walks to a dresser across the room to grab the lube.

You can tell that he's in a bit of a rush now, not wanting to keep you waiting any longer. Though you don't mind; it gives you an excellent view of his naked body as he walks around.

Your eyes roam over every inch of him as he rummages through the drawer for what feels like hours. Your own arousal grows with each moment until finally, Sakonji turns around with the bottle of lube in hand.

"Sorry about that," He says apologetically before moving back towards you. "I didn't want to keep you waiting."

You give him a reassuring smile before spreading your legs wider in anticipation of what is about to happen next.

Sakonji kneels between your legs, applying lube to his fingers before moving towards your waiting asshole. You hiss a bit at the intrusion but soon relax as he carefully prepares your hole. As he opens you up, you let out a moan of pleasure that echoes through the room.

"Sweet pup, you're so sensitive," Sakonji comments as he continues to work his fingers into you.

You look up at him with a playful expression. "It's been a while since we had sex," You retort teasingly. "If anything, YOU'RE to blame."

He chuckles at your words and leans down to place a kiss on your lips. "I'll be sure to fuck you more often then," He says huskily, making you blush at his words.

With each passing moment, Sakonji continues to work his fingers into you, slowly opening your tight hole until it willingly accepts him. You cannot help but whimper at the intrusion and pleasure that runs through every nerve ending in your body.

As he adds more fingers into you, you arch your back off the bed in response. The feeling of being so full is almost overwhelming, but at the same time, so incredibly arousing that it drives you wild with need.

Finally unable to take any more teasing, Sakonji curls his fingers inside of you and hits just the right spot. A loud moan escapes from your lips as pleasure floods through every inch of your body. Meanwhile, he groans deeply when he feels how tight your ass clenches down on his fingers.

"You feel so good," He murmurs huskily before moving back up to kiss you fully once again.

You return the kiss passionately while grinding up against him wantonly.

After deciding that you're ready, Sakonji pulls his fingers out and gets up on his knees. You watch as he makes a show of lubing up his cock with the same bottle of lube he had used earlier. He pours a generous amount over his shaft before locking eyes with you.

He leans back slightly and runs a hand down the length of his cock, letting out a low groan at the sensation. His other hand moves to play with the tip as he thrusts into it sensually while still staring you down.

"You always look so beautiful when you're waiting for me like this," He says in a husky voice, making your arousal grow even stronger than before.

You let out a small moan in response to his words, feeling yourself growing harder just watching him pleasure himself like this. Every movement sends shivers through your body, and it takes all of your willpower not to just pounce on him right then and there.

Finally satisfied with teasing both himself and you enough, Sakonji stops playing with himself and crawls back between your legs once again.

You feel a pang of frustration as Sakonji positions the head of his cock at your lubed-up hole without entering you. His teasing drives you wild with need, and every moment that he continues to deny you is like torture.

"My love, please don't tease me like that," You whimper as he continues to move slowly.

He chuckles at your words before pulling back slightly. Instead of going all the way in, however, he begins to hotdog his cock between your ass cheeks. Even though it feels good, you groan in frustration from not getting the fullness that you desperately crave.

"I must savor my little one," He says huskily while continuing the sensual motion between your cheeks. "You're far too delicious to rush."

Your hands grip tightly onto the blankets beneath you as a wave of pleasure runs through every inch of your body. Though part of you wishes for him just to take what he wants already, another part relishes being played with like this.

As Sakonji continues to rut between your ass cheeks, you feel yourself growing even more desperate for him. The pleasure is almost too much to bear at this point, and all you can think about is how badly you want him inside of you.

"Please... please fuck me," You beg desperately, feeling like you're going to lose your mind if he doesn't give in soon.

He looks down at you with a lustful expression before finally pressing the tip of his cock against your hole. Your eyes meet as he slowly pushes into you inch by inch. You cannot help but let out moan after moan as he fills every part of you completely.

Finally, when Sakonji pushes all the way to the hilt, he groans at the sensation of how tight you feel around his cock. He stays still, taking a moment to relish in the feeling of being completely inside of you. The air is thick with desire as both of your breathing becomes heavy and labored.

"Good boy," He murmurs gently as he presses kisses into your neck. "You're taking me so well."

The praise sends shivers down your spine. You feel so lightheaded you can barely speak. You whimper as you feel his cock throb and pulse inside of you.

Sakonji finally begins to move, and you moan in anticipation at the feeling of him thrusting in and out of you. He starts slowly, taking his time as he presses into you with agonizing slowness.

As he pumps himself in and out of your ass, Sakonji presses his face into the crook of your neck. You can feel his hot breath against your skin as he mutters praise after praise for each one of your movements. Every word makes you melt even more beneath him.

"You're so good," He whispers huskily while continuing to pound deeper inside of you. "So tight... so perfect... I could stay like this forever."

The words drive you wild as you sigh softly. You wish he could speak to you that way forever. You knew he would try if you'd let him.

As Sakonji continues to pound into you, his movements becoming faster and more frantic, he suddenly pulls back from your neck. Instead, he grabs a hold of your hips tightly as he begins to pick up the pace.

You let out a loud moan at the change in rhythm, feeling pleasure coursing through every inch of your body. He was going harder now and it was almost too much to handle.

"Fuck... oh god... yes," You gasp out between each breathless moan.

Sakonji grunts in response while focusing on driving himself deeper inside of you than ever before. The feeling is pure ecstasy as sweat drips down both of your faces from the effort put forth.

The old man may be getting up there in years but this sex session with you showed no signs of slowing him down one bit.

As Sakonji continues to drive harder and deeper inside of you, a rush of heat spreads throughout your body. You cannot contain the moans that escape from your mouth as you speak in between breaths.

"Fuck me harder," You pant breathlessly. "Please Sakonji, I need it."

Sakonji mirrors your sounds with grunts of his own; watching and listening as he pushes himself over the edge. He loves it when you speak like that, and it excites him beyond belief. Hearing how much pleasure he's giving to his little one is all he needs for motivation to keep going.

"You're doing so well," He murmurs huskily while continuing to push deep inside of you. "Such a good boy."

The pleasure becomes too much for you as your mind goes blank with desire. You writhe beneath him, the sensation overwhelming every sense in your body. It was only natural you slipped up.

"Daddy... please," You beg instinctively before realizing what you've said.

You freeze for a moment fearfully unsure of how he'd react to the accidental slip-up but what happens next surprises you - it seems to send Sakonji into an even greater frenzy.

"Oh fuck," He growls deeply while gripping onto your hips even tighter. "Say it again."

"Daddy," You say even louder this time, feeling more confident now that he has shown no signs of discomfort at all.

"God damn it," He moans out while continuing to pump himself in and out of your ass. "You're making me so fucking hard."

Your mind goes blank as he continues to pound into you relentlessly. Every breathless moan, every whispered word just adds fuel to the already fiery desire between you two.

"Daddy, please..." You whimper desperately. "Fill me up."

The sound of you calling him daddy once more sends Sakonji over the edge, and he slams into you with wild abandon. You feel the drag of his cock as it throbs and pulsates inside of you, filling you up with hot cum.

He lets out a deep groan before freezing; holding himself completely still while buried deep inside of you. The heat spread throughout your body as he kisses you roughly.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, Sakonji pulls away from your lips for just long enough to gasp:

"You're mine."

Then he's kissing you again even harder than before. His hands are everywhere on your body -- pulling at your hair, gripping onto your hips -- as if trying to mold every inch of you into something that belongs only to him.

You can feel his hot seed spill inside of your ass making its way even deeper within yourself until there's nothing else left but pure euphoria.

He continues to keep his cock buried deep inside of your ass even though he has finished shooting his load while resting against you heavily to recover from the intense orgasm he had.

Finally, Sakonji pulls out of you and collapses beside you on the bed. You can feel his warm breath against your cheek as he pulls you into his embrace once more.

He kisses your cheek gently before murmuring softly to you:

"Thank you, little one," He says with a smile. "You were amazing."

You snuggle further into him as he wraps his arms around you tightly; holding onto each other like they could never let go.

After the intense pleasure of sex, you both lay together in bed wrapped up in each other's arms. The air is filled with a sense of contentment between you two and all that can be heard are your soft breathing.

However, just as you start to drift off into a deep sleep, Sakonji ruins the moment.

"So...... Daddy huh?" He says with a wide grin on his face.

You feel yourself go from complete relaxation to utter embarrassment within seconds. You turn red and hide your face in his chest while groaning.

"Shut up."

[the-lupine-sojourner]

This is legit my OC Hakura and Giyuu!! 😭 So sweet and wholesome!!

(if you're interested I can totally tag you in a post I made about her and my other OCs!)

𝗖𝗨𝗗𝗗𝗟𝗘𝗦 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗚𝗜𝗬𝗨𝗨

𝙨𝙮𝙣. ━ its late at night and giyuu feels safe in your arms.

━ 𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨. i just want to tuck him into bed so bad and give him lil forehead kisses. i won’t stop saying it I LOVE THIS MAN 🗣️🗣️.

━ 𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨. AHH IM SORRYYY ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚ PLS i went on vacation and got the covid,, it was SO bad i couldn’t function. buuuut moving on — i’ve said it before but ill say it again, thank you soo much for all the love and support ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ seriously, all the likes and reblogs have me very humble. i only ever write for myself so seeing you all enjoy my little stories make me so happy !!

━ 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨. fluffy fluff. cuddles! probably v short, and v bad omg. gender-neutral reader. giyuu-centric. assumed but not mentioned, modern reader in kny. crochet mention ah! 0.9k words.

It always starts like this when Giyuu can’t think straight. His brain is fuzzy and worn out from the day. He often wonders how he gets into these positions, but he’s aware that you just know him too well. Probably because you do know him better than he knows himself.

He always thinks about the time before it became you and him. Where the thought itched at his brain constantly. He fantasized about it. It was so hard not to in every waking moment, he even wondered if it was going to be the death of him.

But here he was, nose buried in the crevice of your neck, laying onto you just enough that he didn’t crush you; but you’d never complain if he did. His free arm wrapped around your midsection just enough to allow his hand to grip your side. The pads of his fingers barely dig into your skin. You could probably feel the tension in his body, his hands are firm and rigid against you. Perhaps he’s just a bit nervous you’d disappear if he didn’t hold onto you tight enough. He might apologize for that, or the fact that his hair is definitely in your face.

Oh, but you might giggle. He can hear it. It’s soft and light. You're so amused by him sometimes. You might call him silly, or you might not say anything at all. You might give the sensitive part of his scalp a good scratch to shut him up. You might, and you always do. The feeling of your nails dig into his head makes him squeak. The way your fingers brush against the strands of his hair. It’s heavenly. He buries his head deeper because he’s so embarrassed. His face is hot, and after all this time he’s still so touched-starved. The smallest bit of your attention destroys any functioning brain cells he has left.

It’s just so good being in your arms. It’s just as good as when you're in his. It’s rare, but when that happens he loves the weight of you on top of him. It grounds him back down to earth. And you’re so cute. Somehow you always end up holding his hand, holding it close to your chest and nuzzling yourself against him more. He can’t get over that you want to be around him as much as he wants to be around you.

Giyuu lets out a sigh in contentment.

He’s so tired but he’s so excited. It’s not his fault that he views you as perfection and it’s also not his fault for taking advantage of the attention you desperately want to give him. You’re so generous, and Giyuu had been looking forward to this for days. His mission had been taking too long for his liking and he wondered if this was some sick torment the universe enjoyed toying at him with. All he wanted was to be at his estate, with you.

But you were such a night owl and that was something that Giyuu found out pretty quick. You spent more time awake in his presence than he did with you. Giyuu thinks, and he wouldn’t be wrong, that you try to savor as much time as you can with him. It’s true, you wouldn’t deny it. But you had sleeping problems long before being with Giyuu; though, it makes him feel guilty that he somehow makes it worse.

You were crocheting something, as always, trying to tire yourself out mentally. Your hands working on the project were raised just above his face, and your elbow could be found resting against his upper back. It was so soothing, the way he could feel you working your hook in and out of the stitches. And every so often a stray piece of yarn might’ve brushed against his cheek or nose, tickling him ever so slightly.

It felt nice. The way you had him caged in your arms. He felt so protected and Giyuu couldn’t remember the last time he felt so safe.

He doesn’t know what you’re making; but he’s sure whatever it is will be perfect.

One day he’d get you to sleep though. Yes, he’d get you to drift off so peacefully and do the same to bring you just as much comfort that you do for him. He’d play with your hair. He knows you’d like that. He can almost see it now. The cute noises you’d make and the content, sleepy sigh you’d give as he has you wrapped up in his arms.

He’s in and out of sleep now, drifting off for a few minutes at a time. But he really can’t stay awake anymore. Even though he really wants to. He feels you put your crochet things to the side. However, he barely registers the mumble under your breath when the metal hook makes a ‘TINK’ sound when it’s placed.

It wasn’t too loud but it was too loud for you. You apologize, softly whispering to him but honestly, Giyuu doesn’t know what for. It didn’t disturb him, though he doesn’t worry too much about it when you give a little kiss on his forehead.

He snuggles closer, if that is even possible at this point. He’s on auto pilot as you bring the covers up more over the both of you. You tuck the material right up near his chin and the only thought he has is how cruel it was to make him get up tomorrow morning. Maybe you give him a few more kisses. They’re delicate and you even give him a gentle squeeze as you bring your arms around him; a small ‘love you’ is drowsily whispered through your lips as you rest your head on his.

And Giyuu is out, just like that.

thank u for reading, luv u (◍•ᴗ•◍)

[strawberrymochin]

A Letter.....Long Lost!

kyojuro rengoku x fem!reader

word count- 12.2k

synopsis- the discovery of an old letter from kyojuro rengoku's room shakes the world of tanjiro. he thought he fulfilled every wish of rengoku. however he missed one. tanjiro needs to deliver it to the one it was written for; but the letter has nothing written except a name 'y/n'. who is y/n and how will tanjiro find her?

genre/warnings- post war timeline/ mentions of death/ slice of life/ angst/ fluff/ lots of flashbacks/ kamaboko trio going on a quest to find reader/ emotionally unavailable parents/ just read it i swear it wont disappoint/ comfort/ scenes of rengoku and mitsuri training/ mentions of mugen train

a/n- i had this idea in my head and i literally wrote this in two days. Loosely based off a film I'm obsessed with...this is my first time writing a long fic. im hella nervous. it will have a sequel with a reincarnation au and smut. not fully proof read, ignore small errors.

Nezuko chimed in as urokodaki made his appearance. Soon more people will join in. Kanao and aoi are helping in the kitchen, making several dishes while inosuke is trying to get aoi give him some to taste.

Tanjiro and zenitsu are spreading out the mats for people to sit and get comfy.

“urokodaki sensei! Please come and join.” tanjiro said noticing his former teacher, carrying a huge basket wrapped in a cloth with water patterns similar to his haori. Nezuko trails behind him bringing another basket.

“i brought some mitarashi dango and some hanami-zake for everyone.” said urokodaki with a soft voice, that made nezuko wonder if he was smiling under his tengu mask.

It's been 2 years since the war ended. People lost their dear ones with a pain bearing smile. Some endured injuries that would sustain through out their life marking them as ‘crippled’; while some sacrificed themselves for the greater good.

Seasons changed since then.

So did several people.

People who turned their hearts into stone, heavy from guilt of their family dying; who suffered from the culpability of being protected…

“giyuu san’s here too, please sit inside with the others while we get the stuff ready.”

“yeah how's your sister? I brought her some new kimonos”

A mild smile forming on his lips.

Tanjiro’s eyes widened a bit. It's kinda still new to him seeing such a soft side of the guy who barely used to smile.

……have let their guard down, allowing themselves to move on, now that there's no more threat hanging in the air.

People who had been afflicted by the remorseful long sleepless nights of trauma; killing the one who once bore them in her womb; whose eyes had become dull and frantic, dying inside in agony…..

“oi tomioka! Move outta my way!” grumbled sanemi, throwing a box wrapped in a delicate green cloth in tanjiro's direction as he catches it with difficulty. Having a hand crippled like an old man is sure a poor thing, not that tanjiro minds that.

“ahh the scary guy's here again! Don't touch the box tanjiro. It must've been poisoned!!!” shouted zenitsu, panicking around, hiding himself behind tanjiro.

“What did you just say?” Sanemi’s eyes narrowed at zenitsu, veins becoming more prominent, ready to throw a first at the blonde head's face.

“Goddamn shinazugawa! Don't scare the kid…” said giyu, grabbing his wrist and pulling him inside. “Wh-you’re such a creep tomioka!”

“Kk.”

“Stop giving me that kanroji face!” sanemi said as shivers ran down his spine. Somehow a smiling tomioka was scarier than muzan to him.

…have let go of their distraught, accepting the dreams which they wanted for their loved ones. Fulfilling it in their place.

“Both of them are creeps!” Zenitsu said digging his nails into tanjiro's skin as he spit curses on them. “Zenitsu they are gone now, can you please give this box to kanao san, it smells of fresh ohagi.”

“I'm telling you…it's fuckin poisoned”

“It's not, zenitsu…don't be like that” tanjiro pushed him away with the box. He then took up a broom and started sweeping any other leaves that fell down from the trees.

Pink flowers blossomed everywhere, now that another peaceful season had arrived.

Kanao had suggested nezuko and aoi that they should spend time together this hanami festival. Nezuko and aoi agreed to that instantly. Thus this is how they ended up inviting everyone at tanjiro's, whose house was surrounded by a lots of cherry blossoms.

Kiyo chan naho chan and sumi chan were playing with tengen’s baby as Suma kept pestering urokodaki san for loosening his face mask (I can't blame my lil curious mommy). Makio was sure annoyed at her behavior while hinatsuru just chuckled. Murata sat stiff in the presence of four former hashiras.

Almost all of them had arrived. Except the rengokus.

Aoi brought them some appetizers, as they kept on chatting. After decorating the food all of them would join outside admiring the moment of bliss.

“Senjuro Kun and shinjuro san ain't here yet right?” Asked tengen.

“They haven't made their arrival yet” announced aoi, “however tanjiro san is waiting outside for them, the food is almost done, we can start after they get here”

“HAHAHAHA…. RUSHING IN LIKE A BOAR!!!” inosuke dashed in with a sakura onigiri in his mouth, from the kitchen. “WAhahhh scar guy!! Fight me!” As expected from inosuke, nothing could ever stop him. At first he was a bit spooked seeing a lot of people at once and sticked to aoi till his normal composure returned.

“Still that dumb boar head! Will he ever get mature?” Sanemi grumbled lazily. “I agree” said giyu, smiling at sanemi, which almost made his stomach churn. Tengen bursted out in laughter, “I see you are still in spirit huh? Quite flamboyant of you.”

“YEAH THE GOD OF MOUNTAINS INOSUKE SAMA IS ALWAY—” Aoi smacked him on his head and dragged him away while muttering some apologies to the hashiras.

“He's still much of energy…and his voice has become much hoarse ain't it? I still remember taking those kids on that mission. And this kid in particular was such a ruckus.” Said tengen, stretching his arms.

“Isn't it good to see all of us after so long without having to fear losing someone?” Said hinatsuru, makio and Suma smiled at each other.

“But we had already lost many people.” Sanemi sighed. He wished he could apologize to genya. If life ever gives him another chance he would like to be a little less aggressive.

“If you keep sulking like that, your brother will definitely curse you from heaven.” giyu took a gulp of the matcha tea, sanemi sent at tanjiro's a month ago.

“Now that there are no demons, you two get along with each other quite well don't you think so?” Tengen threw the snarky question at them.

“what the—”

“I wish rengoku could have seen you guys like this…remember the one time himejima san told us that oyakata sama wanted to see giyu smile….”

“See me smile?”

“Yeah, what a waste of time i swear.”

“Rengoku disappeared for a while to buy glasses in order to make giyu smile.” laughed tengen.

“It didn't work though and then kochou emotionally blackmail me to make him laugh.”

“Oh so this is why you wanted to have sake daikon with me?” Giyu smiled again at sanemi.

“I swear if you make that kanroji face again at me, I will kick you on your balls.”

“Everyone food’s ready, let's go and sit outside!!” Said nezuko halting the heated nostalgic conversation of the two.

Murata finally lets himself relax a bit as the hashiras start moving out. Urokodaki slammed a hand at his back, as he felt his stiff posture return. “Don't be so stiff we aren't gonna ask you to duel.” murata’s cheeks reddened in embarrassment as urokodaki laughed off at the kid's nervousness.

These days are indeed peaceful.

Senjuro made his appearance a bit late. He apologized for his fathers absence, blaming on his health. It's not been that best for a few days.

“Oh goodness, is he really going to be fine, we can go run a check up on him you know?” Kanao offered an idea, worried about the shinjuro’s health.

“Thanks a lot. Actually there's something that has been troubling us for a while.”

“Is everything okay?” Tanjiro's asked with concern lacing his eyes. Sanemi noticed, he had always been kind. He was kind to his brother. During hashira training when tanjiro stepped over the line, it actually made sanemi kinda happy and relaxed. Atleast genya had someone in life he could rely on.

Shinjuro's put down his bowl and chopstick on the mats as he brought his hand to his knees.

“There's something we found a month ago….while cleaning aniki’s room.”

Not only tanjiro but tengen, giyu, sanemi, zenitsu and inosuke froze for a second. The untimely death of the young guy was such a sad event that has ached their hearts for a long time.

Tanjiro could smell senjuro’s emotions and it was odd. It wasn't sadness, or guilt, or anger. It was pity. And somehow it stinged tanjiro, the same way it did years ago.

Senjuro took out some bunch of old papers from the sleeves of his yukata.

Tanjiro's throat felt dry and uneasy. It were a bunch of letters.

All of them looked like they were forgotten for months. The letter envelopes had stained yellow and some even have their edges teared off. But it sure emitted a strong smell. The smell of kyojuro rengoku. Tanjiro's still remembers the distinct hints of his aura. And it somehow still lingered around these letters. Especially the one which was sealed.

“What is it?” asked aoi, finally breaking the deafening silence. A strong gust of wind blew the pink petals along with the letters from senjuro's hand. It's scattered around the mats as all of them tried to collect them.

“Y….y/n?” read nezuko aloud. She hold the sealed letter in her hand as tanjiro extended his palm to grab it. It had tear stains. One side of it had brush marks written ‘to y/n’. The ink has now blurred a bit. But it was still readable.

“What's the meaning of all this?” Tengen asked, grabbing one of the opened letters in his hand. Giyu had hold of one reading in pure shock, while sanemi pondered from the side. Eyes as shocked as giyu’s.

“What happened tengen-sama?” asked makio, seeing all of their disturbed expressions. Zenitsu tried to snatch away the papers from inosuke who was trying to eat it.

“We found these letters from aniki’s room. A lady named y/n had sent those letters to him. An—?”

“And that lady was his lover?” asked giyu.

“What nonsense!”

“He never mentioned any of that to me.” frowned tengen.

“Nor did aniki said anything about it at home. At that time our father didn't pay us any attention. He was drowned totally in despair from the death of our mother. Seeing us only infuriated his anger and sorrow. Aniki would train or be at missions and he was rarely at home. He never told me anything about that….”

‘A letter?’ thought tanjiro. He started sweating all of a sudden. He thought he fulfilled all his wishes but—

“Rengoku san! Please think about yourself, can you stop the bleeding with your breathing technique?” Tanjiro has muttered those words back then, panickingly, devastatingly.

He wanted rengoku to say yes. He wanted him to live beside him, fight beside him, eat beside him. But he didn't get that as an answer.

“No, very soon i'll be dead. Before that happens, i need you to hear me out. I have a younger brother named senjuro. Please tell him to follow his heart. And walk down the path he feels is right.” Rengoku’s face had the same content smile, which warmed their hearts up. He continued, “And tell my father to look after himself…and lastly…”

Rengoku went on and expressed his views on nezuko. It felt like a warm hug. Someone has accepted nezuko. Not because they pitied her but since they saw her true potential and that she was no harm to humans. And now when he remembers it clearly, there was something rengoku whispered before his heart stopped pumping.

It was a faint whisper. So subtle that tanjiro thought it was his ears ringing. But now that he recalls, after he said he trusted them as a slayers, he whispered a few words

“and the lette—”

Rengoku stopped mid sentence as tanjiro kept weeping. He wasn't looking at tanjiro but something behind him. It made him smile as he took his last breath.

“Oni-chan? What happened? Are you okay?” Nezuko pulled tanjiro out of his daze. Everyone was looking at him worriedly. Even sanemi was worried.

“I've not fulfilled rengoku san’s last wishes. I- i haven't. I haven't delivered…how can I be so dumb!!”

“What? Tanjiro san! Calm down! You told us everything aniki wanted to say to us.” Senjuro tried to comfort tanjiro.

“No…before dying he whispered something. I thought my ears were ringing but he did whispered something. It was about a letter.” tanjiro kept on babbling as everyone felt dead silent even senjuro couldn't move his hands.

The sealed letter stayed in tanjiro's hands.

Something that belonged to the girl named y/n.

Something probably dear to kyojuro rengoku.

Some words which were waiting since 3 years.

But…..who is y/n?

The rest of hanami festival gathering went by silent. Senjuro entrusted the letter to tanjiro as per as his request before leaving early since he need to be home before sunset to check upon his father. Murata and urokodaki san accompanied him on the way.

“That's completely ridiculous. None of us have any idea who the fuck this y/n is? how are the fuck are you even planning to find her?” Sanemi spit out bitter words at tanjiro, sitting on the porch, watching the sun slowly turn a deep shade of orange. It reminded him of rengoku’s odd hair colour. It's funny how not only he, but his tsugoku also had weird hair colour— a colour which was dear to Iguro obanai.

Tanjiro lowered his head, smiling a bit. Sanemi changed a lot, even if he speaks harshly, he can only smell pure concern. “But I can't start a new life without paying my debts. Rengoku san saved my life. Whoever lady y/n is….I need to deliver this letter to her.”

“I get what you're saying…but there's no address in any part of the letter. Moreover you are being hesitant on opening it. How do you think you will find her then?” Tengen spoke from the back, alerting the former wind hashira and tanjiro. Both wondered how long he's been eavesdropping them. They expect nothing less. He was a hashira and before that he was a ninja. Even after losing one arm and one eye, he still holds the same power.

“Honestly, I've no idea. But I just can't sit and let it slide.” said tanjiro.

“you’re getting married to kanao next year. Better focus on that. Don't get into useless troubles hanging her off.” sanemi said lazily, yawning and getting up to his feet, stretching a bit. “I will be leaving then. Take care.” Tanjiro didn't reply to him.

Tengen shared a look with sanemi. His eyes shooting a mischievous look filled with pride. Tengen has been in a mission with tanjiro and he knows how stubborn he can be. He knows how pure of a heart he had. And how he even had empathy for demons. He knows sanemi have to surrender infront of him.

Annoyed, sanemi rolled his eyes, “if you're that insistent on finding the girl, then why not refer to kasugai crows. Rengoku's crow might know something about the girl.” He suggested as tengen was in literal awe. He never thought sanemi could ever think logically with his brain. Tanjiro’s head perked up in joy at his idea. Now he finally has a path to look up. Sanemi felt awkward and took his leave, avoiding to look in their eyes.

“Ah! Shinazugawa san! Thanks for the idea!!”

“That brat finally seems to work a bit humane ain't he ?!” A deep laugh bubbled up tengen’s throat.

“I’m happy that he has softened a little now that demons have perished. However, about rengoku san’s kasugai crow, do you know where do I get in contact with it?”

“About that, i would recommend writting letter to kiriya sama. I'm sure he would know.” Tengen patted his head with a reassuring smile.

Soon he took his leave with his wives and giyu, since they were going to an onsen. Basically makio Suma and hinatsuru dragged him along forcefully. Giyu looked a bit tired but he was happy.

Things changed and improved rapidly in a short time. Zenitsu and nezuko got married last year. Murata also got engaged. Tanjiro couldn't help but wonder if the lady named y/n had moved on or not? Will rengoku san be happy if she found someone else? Will he be sad? He looked at nezuko smiling at zenitsu as he played with kiyo, naho and sumi. He looked at inosuke giving his shiniest acorns to aoi. He looked at kanao, smiling delicately, just like shinobu did.

He was happy.

But was the lady named y/n happy in her life?

Kanao looked at him and smiled. She came near him and took his wrinkled hand in hers. “Tanjiro san, you know I would really like you to deliver this letter to y/n san before we start a new life.”

“Even if it takes time?”

“Even if it does. I will wait for you for an eternity.” Tanjiro chuckled as red tints his cheeks. How pure kanao’s heart is? How did he get so lucky to have her in his life? God knows.

“Then I will write a letter to kiriya.”

After a few days, a letter arrived from ubuyashiki's. Along with that two kasugai crows were found circling over the house. Among them one belonged to tanjiro, when he was a demon slayer— tennoji.

The other was the one who accompanied rengoku till his last breath. Kiriya felt sad for rengoku and wrote his kind regards to tanjiro sending the crow to him. His name was kaname.

The crow looked pretty much normal and wasn't as hot -tempered as tennoji.

This was the first time tanjiro had seen him. “Hello, kaname san. Sorry for summoning you all of a sudden. But I wanted to ask you something…” the crow didn't reply, but tilted his head at tanjiro.

“I-ahh- do you know anything about a lady named y/n?”

The crow remained quite for a while, as if reminiscing the days which followed great sorrow. “Master's…y/n sama…master's lover…letters…”

His words were what tanjiro was expecting. Tanjiro finally saw a path clear.

“Can you tell me where she lives?” Asked tanjiro hopefully.

The crow shaked his head,“i don't know.”

Slightly disappointed, tanjiro started asking how she looked. The crow wasn't exactly able to describe her. Accepting his defeat, he asked the crow where he saw her for the first time. Maybe if he goes there, he will be able to find her.

“tokyo…capital…mission..”

the crow wasn't that helpful, they only got to know two things.

First- whoever this y/n is, she was rengoku's lover.

Second- rengoku's crow saw her in tokyo, the capital.

This indicates maybe rengoku and the people who went to the mission in tokyo as said by the crow, if alive, they might know something about it. Tanjiro wrote updates to the others.

A few days later, giyu’s letter came along with some sweets. In that he wrote that rengoku went to tokyo for a battle with lower moon 2 back then. Oyakata sama had assigned him to that mission, before he was a hashira. There were a bunch of people accompanying him, one of them being kanroji mitsuri.

Oh! Mitsuri kanroji was his tsugoku, tanjiro almost forgot about that, he got excited to ask her when reality struck him down. She died after the war. Even if she knew y/n tanjiro couldn't ask her.

He continued reading the letter from giyu as the path which formed in his mind started getting blurry.

Upon hearing from tanjiro, kanao dropped by at the kamado’s. She said she might have one way to get to know about y/n. Tanjiro's eyes perked up at kanao’s remark, which almost made kanao’s heart jolt since he was so cute.

Kanao explained, when shinobu was alive, she had once told her that mitsuri was close to a kakushi couple. She further said that mitsuri used to write letters to them about her missions on a regular basis. Those two even came to congratulate her when she was promoted to hashira. She said it was nice to see that a girl around her age so lively.

Tanjiro wrote a letter to kiriya again. And next week when tanjiro went out with inosuke to sell some charcoal in the city, a couple came to visit them.

Nezuko welcomed them, while zenitsu narrowed his eyes on them, especially upon the male.

When tanjiro returned home he was delighted to find the kakushi couple still waiting for him. They didn't hide their faces anymore. Dressed normally as regular citizens. Honestly they were pretty young, and tanjiro admired how they served the corps group keeping them intact.

“I'm so glad you both came.” Tanjiro bowed infront of them in gratitude.

“Oh no, that's completely fine. We are happy to be of any help. Oyakata sama said you wanted to know about mitsuri.” said the woman.

“Ahh not exactly about her, but for instance, do you have any idea if she ever mentioned a name called ‘y/n’?” tanjiro said pulling inosuke back beside him as he kept munching on the snacks for the guests. The guy gave him a creeped stare as he focused back on tanjiro's words.

“y/n? No I don't think so….she ever mentioned that name. Did she tanaka san?” The woman said.

Tanjiro felt anxious as the guy named tanaka tilted his head to think a bit.

“Nope I don't think she did.”, he clarified.

“Oh….” Tanjiro's voice was barely a whisper, that even inosuke sat straight checking if he's alright.

“Is there something else we can do, tanjiro kun? You look upset.”

“No no…it's fine. I was just trying to deliver a letter to rengoku san's love—”

“Rengoku san? Kanroji san’s master ain't it?” Tanaka spoke before tanjiro could finish his sentence.

“Yeah.”

“Oh my god? The one whom rengoku san loves was y/n?”

“You guys know her?” Hope shined bright in tanjiro's eyes. So did a fervent fear. Fear of disappointment. Fear of not being able to pay his debts. Fear of not fulfilling rengoku san's last wish.

“We didn't know about her name but kanroji san used to tell us about her…isn't it shimi san?” The guy turned to his wife with a fuzzy smile on his face.

“Yeah, she seemed so happy, wanting to have a love like them.” Said the wife.

And for the first time till now tanjiro wasn't let down. “Really? Did she lived in tokyo? Rengoku san's crow said he saw her for the first time during a mission.”

“A mission? No.” The wife let out a chuckle, “it started way before that. Kanroji san said….. ”

“Ahh! Master! Can we please have a break! I'm tired from hitting the sword, my limbs are sore.” Mitsuri cried barely holding another strike from her master.

“Haha you got tired this fast, we haven't even started.” the blazing hair resembling fire, moved swiftly as the guy attempted another strike on mitsuri, but thanks to a call outside, he stopped midway.

“Wait a bit, I will be back in a while.” Said kyojuro rengoku, her master. ‘i will be happy if you don't come back for a while.’ she thought as she collapsed on her knees, to exhausted to move.

“Ahh senjuro kun! Bring me some snacks please!!!” She shouted hoping for the little kid to hear.

A bit later, rengoku comes back. Senjuro looked at his elder brother, frowning while holding a letter. Mitsuri sat beside senjuro, who brought her some onigiris.

“What's that master?” She asked, stuffing another onigiri in her mouth.

“Even I'm confused. It's a letter but it wasn't delivered by a kasugai crow but by a postman.”

“Huh? Maybe it's from some neighbour wanting to lower your voice while eating.” Senjuro said shrugged off his shoulders as mitsuri suppress her laugh bubbling on her throat, almost choking on rice. It wasn't an irregular thing that neighbors anonymously complained about kyojuro shouting ‘umai’ every time he ate.

“Open it.” Said senjuro, curious what type of sarcastic words they might have chosen now.

Kyojuro did as his little brother requested. However kyojuro didn't reacted after reading the letter.

“Today's practice is over. You can relax.” He, then ordered senjuro to boil him some bathwater, shooing him away.

Senjuro obeyed his brother, while mitsuri felt kinda odd, yet she was happy to have a day off.

As soon as both of them left the backyard, rengoku blushed like crazy. The letter was still in his hand as he tried to digest the words.

“A love lett—” a big palm shut mitsuri’s mouth, preventing her from shouting. Yet she was squealing. “I thought you left! You've gotten quite quick in sly footing didn't ya? I'm impressed.” He finally removed his hand from mitsuri's mouth.

“Ofcourse you made me practice for 23 hours without sleep. Anyways, what's written in that?”

“Do you want me to make you practice for 2 days straight?”

“Naah I'm fine! But master, I'm happy.”

“Okay.”

“And curious too. Please let me read it.”

“No!”

After shooing mitsuri out of the backyard he tucked the letter in his sleeves. This letter was sure weird.

“Rengoku san thought that she didn't read the letter, but she had a strong memory and could remember each word after seeing it once. She was so excited telling us about that.” said the wife, looking outside the window at the moon.

The flame of the lantern flickered a bit. “So that might mean that the letter should be among those papers…”

“Woah zenitsu! I thought you were asleep?!”

“How am I supposed to sleep if you're talking that loudly idiot!”

Yeah the paper. There were a lot of papers. Some were smudged and unreadable, so they didn't read all of them. Tanjiro went over their cupboard and brought the bunch of papers.

“Can you identify the letter among them?” He asked the guy to inspect. The couple looked at each other. “Maybe we can try but the writings aren't clear.”

“Please if you can. I need to deliver that letter.” tanjiro bowed his head down begging to the couple.

“You're a nice kid, Tanjiro kun. We will surely help you.”

It's been more than twenty minutes since they are reading each and every paper. Inosuke got bored and slept on the tatami mats. Nezuko was already asleep so they didn't wanted to bother her.

“Yeah maybe this one. From what Kanroji san had explained, this seems to be the one.” The guy tanaka handed the delicate piece of paper to tanjiro.

“However, in each of these letters, she referred herself as his wife…I didn't know he was married…?”

“Huh?” Tanjiro frowned upon the man's words. ‘what?’ he checked the letters again. And the guy was right, y/n did refer herself as his wife. They didn't read the papers as carefully since they were long, they just assumed she was his lover. But rengoku san wasn't the one to hide such crucial information.

Tanjiro was confused, they were so focused on finding the address of y/n that they ignored reading the letters, which could provide information about her.

Tanjiro spent the entire night reading each word carefully. Fingers running across elegant handwriting and smudged ink. As he kept reading those with a pain in his heart. There were in total 7 of those letters, which were written to rengoku. And the one which tanjiro kept seemingly in care— the sealed one; one which has a strong smell of rengoku’s aura; one with tear stains.

The couple spent the night in their house and left the next morning after breakfast.

This helped but not that much. However the path had become clearer.

He knew that the girl was from a nice family who had hands in education from the curves in each characters of her words.

Second, she had mentioned that he had saved her and her friends from a fire, in yokaichi.

“I'm leaving for yokaichi.” Said tanjiro during breakfast.

“Eh? Oni- chan?”

“Don't worry nezuko, oni-chan will be back soon.”

“I will also go!” Said inosuke, “inosuke-sama will protect kamaboko gonpachiro, his minon from any harm.”

Tanjiro chuckled at how inosuke shows his care for him, “fine then.”

“Zenitsu san you also go with them…”

“Ehh, but nezuko chan won't you be lonely without me? I know you will be lonely without m—”

“I won't. You guys will be back soon. Till then I will be at butterfly mansion.”

“B-but nezuko channn!!!!” Inosuke dragged him away as nezuko watched the poor soul. She felt bad but she wanted him to be with her brother. She just felt that the three of them should go together.

The three of them finally reached yokaichi town. It was small but quite dense in population. Tanjiro felt that this was an advantage for them since they stories and folks might spread fast in a vast social surroundings.

“Inosuke, zenitsu let's ask the older citizens first, since they might be living here for a while, they must have known about any fire incidents.”

“I was about to say the same thing as you.” Snorted the board masked guy rushing off in the east direction. Zenitsu simply nodded and went in the opposite direction, sulking. He has been giving tanjiro silent treatment since he had to leave nezuko alone.

Tanjiro sighed as he started finding old citizens nearby asking about a fire incident.

After asking a few of them, he sighed, it didn't really do any help, since many weren't able to hear and some weren't able to remember. When he asked the youngsters, they ran away seeing his old crippled hand.

Tanjiro, let down, returned to the spot where they had started searching. Inosuke was already there tapping his feet as he was waiting for the others.

“Did you find anything?” Asked tanjiro.

“Nahh! They were mere cowards. Running way from me. Though I liked it! Everyone should fear the great inosuke sama.” As expected from inosuke, zenitsu was yet to return. Both of them decided to wait till he comes back.

After a while, zenitsu came back. His sulking still hasn't tailed off. “Ahh zenitsu! Did you find anything? You took so long!!”

Zenitsu didn't reply.

He stared at him with dead eyes.

Oh god! Zenitsu’s moody phases are the worst, especially if it's an urgent task. The whining and sulking from a few years ago flashed in front of tanjiro’s eyes.

“You turned mute or what?” said inosuke, already having enough of zenitsu’s tantrums.

But the only reply that came from the blonde was an eye roll. Inosuke got pissed, ready to throw hands at him if not stopped by tanjiro.

“Zenitsu, I will get nezuko chan make sweet washagis for you when we get back home.”

“Really!! You better do that. I can't even explain how much I've missed my dear wife nezuko chan. She must be so lonely without me.” Babbled zenitsu, finally speaking for the first time till they left home.

“She won't.”

“Stop making snarky comments you stupid boar head. What do you even know about pure love between me and nezuko chan?!!!”

“Ahh zenitsu! Did you get to know anything?”

Zenitsu considered tanjiro a while, before giving in, “At the very west of this town, there's an inn. People said it almost burned down about four years ago…I looked for its owner but they said he will be back late.”

Tanjiro let out a breath. If that's the case, then the owner might remember the incident clearly. If only he could provide any useful information.

“Btw do you really believe whoever this y/n is…she's still alive?” Zenitsu scratched the back of his neck, shooing away the mosquitos ready to feed upon his blood. It's been long three of them are waiting in front of the inn for its owner to arrive.

“Let's just not lose hope.” The inn did looked like it suffered severe consequences from whatever happened 4 years ago. Most of it has been repaired but the aura and the smell can still be recognised. There are still some wooden planks with burn marks which are yet to be repaired.

“May I ask who you three are?”

A chilly voice turned their attention. There stood a thin, frail boy, barely an adult. His eyes were small with hair falling down on his brows. He speculated about them with a suspicious look in his eyes(especially on the boat masked guy). Was he the owner? He looked too young for that.

“Ahh good evening! I'm tan—”

“If you're wanting to stay the night, go somewhere else, I'm not opening the inn today.” He replied coldly before tanjiro could even introduce himself.

“Ahh no, you're misunderstanding…. actually we are here to ask you something about the incident four years ago…”

The look on the boy’s face changed from suspicion to disgust.

“Well…I don't wanna talk about it. You guys can leave.”

“No please, at least hear our questions. It's really important.”

“As if I care.”

“Hey fucker! If you don't answer I'll break each and every bone in your body.”

“Stop it inosuke!” This isn't going any better. It's almost night, they also need to find a place to stay.

“tanjiro can you move aside a bit” said zenitsu, without waiting for his reply, he went to the kid. Apparently he whispered something in his ears which seemed to have creeped the guy out.

Tanjiro gulped. He must be desperate to go home and see nezuko. Sometimes he forgets that their coward friend can be hell scary when it comes to nezuko.

“Okay. He's ready to spill anything he knows.” The look on the kids face made it clear he didn't wanted to recall anything about that incident. However tanjiro had no choice but to push him off the edge.

“Hey I'm sorry if we're causing you any trouble, but you know we really need to know anything you know about a girl named y/n.”

“Y/n?”

“Yeah. Heard it before?”

“No. There were none with this name.”

“Eh? Can you try to recall. There must be someone. A girl who was saved by rengoku san. A guy whose hair was similar to fire.”

“Kyojuro rengoku you mean? He pretty much saved everyone. The inn you see here, is small. Before the incident also it was small and not that popular. Only a few people stayed here occasionally. So I can be sure there was no one named y/n.”

An ‘oh’ is just what tanjiro could manage. The boy got inside the house behind the inn. The night fell and they were still in the same position as before.

Inosuke was throwing tantrums in hunger, so they decided to go to an udon shop nearby. Perhaps they should not lose hope. Thinking empty stomach is not always the best option. This they were sitting in the shop waiting for their order to come.

“But she did mention in those letters that she was saved by him. How come the owner doesn't know anything about that?”

“I already told you we should have broken his bones, monjiro.”

“I think it's useless, let's just go back home to my nezuko chan.”

“Zenitsu! What if you were in place of rengoku san? Would you be happy if your last words don't reach nezuko?” zenitsu went silent at that.

They stayed silent till three bowls of hot udon were placed infront of them. Tanjiro and zenitsu thanked the server for the food whereas inosuke just shoved his head into the hot udon bowl. “You guys seem a bit tense, is everything okay? Asked the old man, the owner of the udon restaurant.

“Yeah we're just a bit disappointed.” Said tanjiro. “Haha and why so? Got rejected by a girl? Can't blame her, it's your hand.” The old man pointed at tanjiro's crippled hand. “What happened that's it's such in a bad condition?”

“Oh! It's…from…from a fight.” Tanjiro smiled, it's hard to offend him anyway,“ i already have a fiance and we are getting married soon.”

“Oh my god! Please forgive my mean words then. I wish you both happiness.”

“Thank you.”

“Then why pull a sad face. My udon tastes the best when you eat it with a good mood, ya know?!”

“Haha, I'm sure it will still taste good. Actually we were here wanting to acquire some information about the fire incident 4 years ago.”

“Oh that was such a bad one. If there wasn't that guy everyone would have lost their life…”

“Rengoku san? You mean?” Tanjiro's eyes perked up. “I see, you know kyojuro. Yeah, that boy was a regular in my shop. Although it's been more than three years since he last visited, i wonder how he's doing? Tell him to visit once, the old man misses him.” the man bursted in laughter while the three of them couldn't even managed to smile even once.

How are they even supposed to tell him, tell him that, “rengoku san died three years ago while saving us from…” zenitsu's voice trailed down into nothingness. So did the old man's. They didn't knew if he's aware about demons so they didn't exaggerated it anymore.

No one spoke for a while.

“I see. What did you guys want to know then? I'm sure you were close to him if he gave up on his life for you all…”

“do you know anyone named y/n? I need to deliver this letter to her.” tanjiro took out the yellow stained letter and handed it to the old man, who squinted his eyes on the writings, drawing a wrinkled finger tracing it's shapes.

“Y…y/n…..yeah she asked me to send some letters to his residence. The kid was young and beautiful.” he returned the letter back to tanjiro.

“She did?!”

“Yeah…that kid almost begged me to not tell kyojuro anything about that.”

The three of them looked at each other. “Can you tell us more about her?” “Do you know where she lives?” “Can I get a refill?” The three of them threw questions at the old man's face, whose lips creaked a bit. “Hmm, I don't know where she lives but I can tell you about her.” He said taking inosuke’s bowl to the counter for another refill.

The restaurant was almost empty so they went and sat on the round seats opposite of the counter.

“It was about four years ago when she appeared in my shop after kyojuro left….”

“umm excuse me…” you said

“Yeah young lady, what would you prefer?” asked the owner pointing at the chart hung on the wall which displayed all the items on the menu.

“I will take a hot tempura udon please.” said the girl beside you.

“And you miss?” The owner directed the question towards you. “Umm I will take anything you prefer.” “Ehh is that so? Fine, I'll make you the tastiest bowl of my special udon.”

“Just tell already…!” The girl beside you whispered into your ear, which was audible to the owner, he chuckled a bit. “Can you shut up….!!”

“I will if you say it…!”

“Okay fine!”

“Umm…if you don't mind, is there any way you can ask the address of the man who just left a while ago?” you asked hesitantly, fiddling with your fingers.

“Kyojuro you mean? I already know his residence, he made me deliver udon to his place before.” the owner said trying to keep his composure, young kids are just so bold nowadays.

“Is that so?” your eyes shined dreamily.

“Why harbored a crush on the man you saw a few mins ago? Hahaha!!” you felt blood rush to your cheeks as you couldn't find words to answer his question.

“She wants to thank him for saving her.” said the girl beside you. “Atsuko!” Atsuko just gave a smirk, ignoring how she threw you in such humiliation.

“Ah…if you don't mind then can you please deliver this letter to him anonymously. Don't tell him I asked you to send it. Please…I can pay you for that..”

“I don't need any payment. I will do that. You can just come and enjoy my special udon sometimes.” the owner accepted the letter from your hands, tucking it in his sleeves. “And maybe watch that man you talked about…he comes here around weekends.” The man hinted you the place which kyojuro normal has his lunch. And if you weren't blushing any harder, you felt your entire face burn with embarrassment. But you want to do it anyway.

Atsuko giggled beside you excited to see what happens next.

“So you delivered the letters in her stead?” asked zenitsu.

“Yeah…she kept coming back with letters for a good six months, if i remember correctly. Maybe kyojuro replied to them…”

It fell silent for a while. The only sound echoing was of inosuke slurping on the noodles.

“So, while you delivered letters rengoku san didn't knew her?” The guy with red eyes pointed the question at the owner.

“No i don't think so, she never came when he used to visit, that is, the weekends.”

“Can you tell us what was the name of her friend again?”

“Atsuko…if I remember correctly..”

“Can you describe how she looked?”

“Ehh? I can't really remember people's faces clearly, but she was very beautiful, big eyes with a nice soft skin. Her hair was long and dark. She had a soft voice. She looked like she belonged from a privileged family. So did her friend.”

“Oh is there anything specific you remember about her?”

“Hmm…let me think…if I'm not wrong rengoku once mentioned her name to a boy who tagged along with him. If you go to him i believe he could provide you some answers.”

“Really? Who was he?”

“His name was….daisuke I guess. He used to wear a similar black sort of uniform like kyojuro.”

After finishing their meal, tanjiro payed for everyone and thanked the old man for all that information. They went to a nearby inn and spent the night.

Tanjiro wrote some letters updating each one of their current status. And he sent a crow to kiriya requesting him to take a look if there's any former slayer named Daisuke and used to frequent his missions with rengoku.

The next day around afternoon, tennoji returned from ubuyashiki's. He said there was indeed a slayer named Daisuke. He had suffered severe injuries from the war and now lives in his village.

As directed by tennoji, tanjiro's crow, they went to the south east from their current position. After two days and one night of sleeping in the jungle without the fear of demons, a village appeared. It wasn't that populated. After asking a few kids, they showed the path which led to Daisuke’s hut.

“Umm excuse me? Daisuke san?”

“Yes, wh— ta…tanjiro….aren't you tanjiro?” the guy said, he was blind from one eye similar to tanjiro, with a missing arm and a limp leg. Tanjiro felt sorry for him.

“Yes, they are inosuke and zenitsu. Sorry for being a bother….”

“Oh no please come inside. I will get tea for you…” he said excited.

“Oh, you don't have to. It's fine. Actually we wanted to ask something….”

“Yeah? Please come in. I will surely help you as much as possible.”

They entered the hut and sat on the tatami mats. Even after pleading not to bring any snacks, Daisuke brought some rice crackers for them.

“Please have them.”

“You didn't have to.”

“Oh it's nothing. Now what did you wanted to ask about?”

“It's about y/n.” Tanjiro said as the rest simply focused on rice crackers. A hint of familiarity glistened in Daisuke's eyes. “Y/n? You mean the one rengoku san was madly in love with?”

Madly in love with? Tanjiro felt a pinch in his heart. Rengoku san must have adored you. The sealed letter had tear stains. Did rengoku cried while writing that?

“Ah…yeah…I need to deliver this letter to y/n but I don't know where she lives. Did rengoku san ever mentioned where she lived?”

“A letter? Why sent a letter when he was so adamant about that?”

“Adamant?”

“Yeah…he said that the pages limited his words to her. He was so desperate wanting to see her that he spent like 2 weeks searching for her without taking rest after his missions.”

“Seriously? So how are you supposed to recover from those injuries?” Daisuke said to his senior with an exasperated expression.

“It will heal when I get to see her face.” Said rengoku, bandaging the cut from a demon's blood arts whom he just killed.

“You're gonna exhaust yourself from build up fatigue.” The sun rays kissed the soil painted in crimson from the shedded blood.

“I will be fine. You go and take rest.”

“I can't believe you're going to find the creepy girl sending you creepy letters claiming herself as your wife.” Daisuke let you a sigh at rengoku's stubborness.

“In that case I gotta meet my wife.” Rengoku's laughter echoed among the vast field.

It still echoed in Daisuke's memories.

“So rengoku wasn't married…?”

“Naah. Honestly I think, after rengoku san’s mother died, he had faced severe neglect from his father. He was the oldest son of the family, so he had to be strong for his sibling. But sometimes we forget, even the strong needs someone to back for them. Even they need some kind words to let go all their tiredness and have a tight sleep. Even they need someone who assured them that they have a bright future…”

That's right. Tanjiro had seen how shinjuro, rengoku san's father, disrespected his sacrifice. He was so lost and depressed in his wife's loss that he forgot about the ones who need the most care— his kids.

Daisuke continued, “when the letter came from y/n, rengoku san must have read comforting words for the first time since that. He used to reread those letters a thousand times when he was free. Sometimes I wondered if he ever got bored doing that…but I knew he didn't. A starved man will eat anything. And I knew he was emotionally starving.”

Zenitsu and inosuke stopped eating rice crackers. Rengoku's death solely hurted them as much as it did to tanjiro, but they never thought it was that deep. That it was something beyond his life as a demon slayer.

Zenitsu could relate. After all he was an orphan. And rengoku was too, being in a situation similar to him, where his only parent was emotionally unavailable for him. He felt sorry for him.

No one dared to say anything. The silence was piercing their hearts like splinters of iron.

“Fun fact was that he did find her,” Daisuke chorted a bit before continuing, “and he literally begged her to marry him…”

Rengoku searched from cabin to cabin in the steam train. In the last letter you mentioned you were going to aomori to visit your relatives by train.

After a bit of negotiation he learned that there was only one train which was going to stop at aomori. This is how he ended up buying tickets at the last moment getting in the train, to find you.

He hasn't seen you before. He wondered how you would look. Even more beautiful and kind than your letters. Even more beautiful than the slight hooks of the curved kanjis you had written his name. Even more beautiful than the blazing sun.

He had checked almost the entire train. The content smile on his face has now thinned into pursed lips. He was nervous. What if he fails to find you? What if he never gets to find you? What if he never gets to see your face?

What if he didn't recognise you?

He flashed all the passengers in his head before lowering his head. None of them carried the same demeanor your letters did. He couldn't imagine any one of them being you.

He entered the last cabin. It was empty. However this cabin seemed a bit different. It had a narrow passage on the right with doors while the opposite side had small rooms. It seemed private. One previously booked by someone.

Rengoku turned back to return to his cabin when the door beside him shot open.

Inside was a girl, who seemed to have frozen for a while.

“Y/n?”

The girl’s eyes widened at the name which left rengoku's lips. She shut the door close, but it didn't closed, something was blocking it. The girl looked down, realizing rengoku had slipped his feet in to prevent her from doing that.

He barged the door open. “Y/n right?”

The girl remained silent for some time.

“I apologize to you with all my might rengoku san. Please forgive my intrusiveness.” you said, lowering your head, nervous at the sudden appearance of him.

“God you're even more beautiful than I thought…” you shoot your head up only to see him looking with such dreamy eyes at you as if you're the only thing he's ever wanted to look at. And it made your stomach churn. Guilt rushed in each of your veins.

“Rengoku san, i shouldn't have wrote those letters to you.” You say. Your friend had warned you before. You didn't listen.

“Why?” He took a step closer.

You gulped before answering,“i wrote nonsense, pretending to be your wife I'm very sorry yo—”

“Then don't pretend anymore.”

“Huh?”

“Be my wife.” Rengoku suggested. His face now inches away from yours.

“And then she ran away?” Said daisuke, barely containing his laugh.

“Yeah…did I do something wrong?” Rengoku said with visible confusion plastered on his face. It was rare to see any expression other than his smiling face.

“Of course she would run away.”

“and why so?”

“Rengoku san, a girl thinks about her future first after marriage. She knows nothing about you.”

“But she wrote me lett—”

“Which you didn't answered….since you thought you couldn't fit your words in papers.” Rengoku couldn't say anything in his defense. It was true rengoku never replied to any of your letters. When he received the first one he thought someone was pranking him. But then the letters came continuously, one each month. He slowly fell in love with those. He fell in love with your letters. And somehow, he fell in love with you.

“Then what do I do?”

“Be honest, tell her about your salary and your job, tel her you can take care of her needs.”

“Yeah? Kk I'm going then…”

Rengoku stood at the aomori station waiting for you to get on the train for your return. Upon spotting you, he called out for you. The train had a delay and he had a good 1 hour to make things clear.

“Eh? R-rengoku san!”

“I work in demon slayer corps. And currently I'm in the highest rank which is kinoe. I get a decent salary of 42,500 yen. I live with my younger brother and father. My mother died a few years ago from illness. I spend my day training, slaying demons and rereading your letters,” guilt rushed through your veins again. “I promise, I will fulfill all your needs and treat you like my queen.”

“rengoku san...”

“sorry i didn't replied to any of those, I just couldn't express myself much in writing. If possible I would like to crawl into a hole. However you don't need to worry. I will make sure that I keep you happy.”

You frowned at his words, unable to explain him. How could you do that to him?

“Y/n san, let's make the words on the letters true. Let's be husband and wife. I know that I work in an organization that isn't approved by governm—”

“Rengoku san, shall we walk while talking? We are blocking the road.” you change the topic, not wanting to talk about it.

“Sure.”

Rengoku continued telling you everything…everything about him. From his childhood till his mother's death. From his father's neglect, to his way up to kinoe, from his sword to the number of demons he slayed. You didn't believe in demons before, but now that rengoku tells you about this, demon folks is something you want to believe. You wanted to believe in everything he said. Even if he's telling the dumbest thing, far from reality, you wanted to believe it.

“Y/n san! Look here!” You turn back to rengoku.

Click.

“And did she said yes?”

“Maybe. He didn't mention her answer. He was so happy that finally he met her.”

“You must have seen her then…can you tell us how she looked?”

“I think I might have a photo of her. Rengoku san, asked to recieve a photo delivery, since he had a mission from the previous oyakata sama.” Daisuke got up limping to the one of the backrooms of his hut. He returned a few minutes later, handling a black and white photo to tanjiro.

Inosuke and zenitsu peeped from the sides to take a look at the long awaited moment, when they finally get to see y/n.

The photo was black and white, but tanjiro felt it was still colorful to rengoku san. In the photo there was a girl, young, with long beautiful hair, in a loose braid. She wore a flower hair ornament, which must have shone in gold back then. She was just how the udon owner described her, big doe eyes, pretty mouth, she looked educated. She was dressed in a floral patterned kimono. Zenitsu wondered what sort of colour the kimono would have been. He wondered if he could get a similar one for nezuko as a souvenir.

The girl was beautiful. Inosuke thought, she had similar smile to shinobu, he wondered if his mom’s smile was like that.

The girl's reflection reflected in several mirrors behind her, and one of the mirror had caught the reflection of the one clicking the photo— kyojuro rengoku.

“The last I heard from rengoku san, he said she wanted to meet him before taking the mugen train mission. He seemed happy, maybe she agreed eventually to marry him….if only he didn't…” Daisuke didn't finished the sentence, considering his surroundings.

They sit in deafening silence for a bit.

A bit later tanjiro thanked Daisuke for the rice crackers and his help. He asked if it were okay to take the photo with him. Daisuke had no problem with that. After bidding farewell they continued their journey, unsure what to do next.

After two days of staying at an inn, cluelessly with no idea how to find y/n, inosuke suggests to go to the station from where they got on mugen train.

“If we go to that lord's land and ask the people over there and show this painting of this long haired girl, then some might recognize her.” He had said.

“First of all that's a train station, second it's a photo. How can you still be the same stupid even after 3 years?” zenitsu cringed hard.

“wha—”

“Inosuke’s right zenitsu, we should go there and ask the people over there.” tanjiro said halting the cat and mouse fight which was about to start between the two.

Daisuke had said rengoku was about to meet her before the mission, which means before getting on the mugen train. Even if it is difficult, some locals must have seen even one glance of her.

The next morning, as per inosuke's idea, three of them left for the station.

“Umm excuse me…” said tanjiro, forwarding the photo in front of the local he stopped on his way, “can you tell me if you've seen this girl?”

The man gave a disgusted look at tanjiro. “no I haven't.”

“Ehh? Are you sure you haven—”

“I don't have time for bullshit.” He went off ignoring tanjiro. Strange. People here are less friendly, some even get irritated if stopped on their way.

It's almost lunch time, zenitsu and inosuke had tried to stop the locals as tanjiro asked them about you. It was clear that this ain't ending soon. Especially when they've got nothing good in hand.

“Let's go buy something to eat.”

“YEAH! I'M HECK HUNGRY!!”

“I saw a kid wearing glasses, selling bentos…let's buy some then…she went in that direction.”

Upon seeing the kid, tanjiro asked her to give them three boxes of bentos. It seemed similar to the ones they had three years ago. The girl was about to leave after receiving her payment, but tanjiro's instinct told him to stop her.

“Wait!” The girl turned back to him as zenitsu and inosuke watched him, confused. Tanjiro put his hand inside the sleeves of yukata, taking out the only photo they had of you.

“Have you ever seen this girl around here?”

The girl squinted her eyes behind the round glass frames,“y/n san! Isn't she y/n san…”

Zenitsu’s eyes popped out, he wondered if tanjiro's a mind reader or something, how can he be so quick?

“Yes! You know her? Can you tell us where she lives?” Tanjiro asked desperately.

“She never mentioned that to us…” the girl said frowning her eyebrows.

“Oh…how did you know her then?”

“Well, a demon slayer who saved us three years ago, requested…”

You waited for kyojuro to come. The sun shone brightly above you. The empty roadway started getting crowdy. You've had enough.

“Y/n san. You wanted to see me?” kyojuro had become a hashira now, and amongst his tight schedule he barely had time for you. It's not like you were disappointed, but still…you and kyojuro often talked through phone booths, after you've suggested that casually one day while strolling with him. Last week when he called you, after what felt like years, you said you wanted to meet him soon. ‘fine meet me at the near hinakawa station, I will be waiting.’ he'd said.

Though it was you, waiting for him to come. You've felt distant from him. And you didn't like it.

“I ran away.” You announced looking in his honey drizzled eyes. Though you aren't sure if it were your overthinking but those eyes seemed a bit dull today.

Kyojuro didn't say anything, maybe confused how to interpret your words.

“my family's against us. And I'm against them. I left the old relations to form a new one. With whom I love. Let's get married.” You said taking his hand in yours.

Kyojuro said nothing but wrapped you in his arms. You hugged him tighter, never wanting to let go. “I'm not alone anymore.” He said before nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck.

Yes. You've always wanted to hear these words from his lips. You've wanted to let him know that he's not alone even when he thinks he is. You wanted him to know that there's someone who will always support him even if he's father thinks he has no talent. This was the reason you wrote him letters in first place. This was the reason you let yourself get tangled in a world far different from yours— in the world of kyojuro rengoku.

He left soon saying he will be back after completing a mission. He said he will send someone to you and asked you to wait for him till then. And you agreed gladly. About half an hour later a girl wearing round steel rimmed glasses along with her grandmother appeared.

“Y/n?” You nodded your head at them. “Rengoku sama asked us to keep you safe till he gets back. If you don't mind then you can come home with us.”

You got to know from the grandmother, how the rengokus had saved their lives two times. You've never seen kyojuro fight, but you knew he was hella strong. Still your heart sinks into your stomach whenever he mentions a mission. You've never encountered demons, once you didn't even believed in them, and now here you are nodding at each of those demon tales of the grandmother.

It didn't mattered anyway as long as he comes back safe. You have to wait for a while for him to comeback….after all you weren't done….you still had an important thing to say.

“Then?”

“Then days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, the slayer never made its return. She left eventually, thanking us. We told her to wait for a while more…but she was too stubborn.” said the girl, fixing her specks again.

Tanjiro couldn't believe what he heard. Rengoku had so many things going on in his life. He had more priorities than him and his friends. Someone who was more important. Someone who left her entire family for him.

Yet.

And yet.

He chose to save them sacrificing himself.

He wondered if the you hate him now.

Zenitsu and inosuke were too stunned to speak. All of them were on the verge of crying. To think…that he couldn't return because of them. To think that they played a role in ruining you happiness. That he died saving them.

“She said she was going to asakusa at her friend’s house, named atsuko.”

Tanjiro bowed at the girl, he couldn't manage thanking her, since he knew if he draws one more breath trying to talk, he would break down right there.

The three of them took a train to asakusa after eating those bentos. They looked similar because rengoku had bought the same boxes from that bento girl 3 years ago.

Inosuke was oddly quiet inside the train. The other two also barely chatted before reaching their destination.

Tanjiro had visited asakusa before and he didn't liked that experience very much. Especially the narrow lanes. This time the city looked more developed than before. And it was more crowdy too. They made their way as the girl has previously informed, that atsuko works as a teacher in a big school for aristocrats.

Coincidentally, tanjiro found the same vendor from his last visit. Back then nezuko wasn't able to savor his ramens since she was a demon. He wished he brought her along. They ordered a steaming bowl of ramen, as the vendor was delighted seeing tanjiro again.

“Where that bamboo girl you carried along with you?”

“She's at home right now.”

“Don't give my wife stupid Nicknames.” ,shouted the blonde at the vendor. Tanjiro apologized in his stead as he kept fuming. “So why are you three here all of a sudden? It's been long ain't it?”

“Yeah we're looking for a girl named y/n. She has a friend who teaches in a big school named atsuko.”

“Y/n never heard that sort of peculiar name…”

“are there any big schools in this area, where aristocrats study?”

“Umm…there are a lot of big schools, you could go and ask at the library. There's only one library here and all the school students or teachers borrow books from there. They must know something about that.”

“Oh really! Thankyou very much.”

Without any further do, the three of them went to the public library after eating.

“Woah this is so big.” Tanjiro said.

“It has so many books shall I borrow some for nezuko chan” zenitsu got lost in his dream world. Inosuke was quite whenever he gets in a new environment with a lots of people, so tanjiro didn't bother checking at him.

However, inosuke tugged on tanjiro's yukata pointing at something with his boar mask tugged on his head. Tanjiro could see his eyes popping out.

“What happened tanji—” zenitsu choked on his spit. Tanjiro’s jaw dropped, his mouth open wide. Inosuke was pointing at a picture hung on the wall. Tanjiro took out the photo hurriedly from his sleeves.

There's no mistake. This was indeed the same girl. Underneath the painting was written ‘princess akiko’ in bold letters carved carefully on metal.

“But isn't her name y/n?” Said zenitsu. What's going on? Before tanjiro could say anything, a woman in her twenties bumped into them while rushing.

The photo slipped out from tanjiro’s fingers.

“I'm so sorr—” the women's words halted as she looked at the photo lying on the ground in front of her. She picked it up before tanjiro could.

“Where did you get this picture from?” She asked as if it were a taboo to have this.

“Ahh you know y/n?”

“Y/n?”

“She looks similar to the girl in that painting” the boy with the boar mask declared.

“For the hundredth time inosuke it's a photo.” said zenitsu.

“She doesn't looks like her. She is her. She is princess akiko. The youngest daughter of the imperial family.”

What?

Three of them couldn't believe their ears. “But her name is y/n…” whispered tanjiro in a low voice.

“Just who are you?” She looked at the picture carefully, as if hiding it from the world, “isn't this rengoku?”

“You know rengoku san?”

“That's the man who saved us from a fire incident in an old town. And then became the main reason of the storms in akiko’s life.”

Tanjiro's eyes widened at the mention of the fire incident “Are you atsuko?”

The women nodded, surprised they know her name. Tanjiro, then explained the whole matter.

“I see.”

“This isn't right akiko…you shouldn't have continued writing letters to him in first place.” Atsuko said trying to persuade her not to run away.

“I can't. I can't live here. They will never accept him. And I can't live without him.”

“Akiko, try to understand…rengoku loves y/n.”

“And i am y/n!” The sound of the rain pouring down increased.

“You are princess akiko. Y/n is just a fake name, you created to hide your real identity when decided to write him letters. I supported you then since i thought it was a one time thing.” Atsuko shook the girl's shoulders trying to bring her to the path she considered right.

“But I don't wanna be akiko. I wanna be y/n…y/n rengoku.” Tears fell from the eyes in front of her as sobs escaped her lips.

“You're playing with rengoku’s feelings. Even if you run away, how do you intend to tell him the truth? You can't pretend to be y/n your entire life akiko.”

The girl didn't answered atsuko. That day slowly came to an end along with the rain. And Akiko did run away to rengoku, away from her pointless life, being a puppet in her family's hands.

“She returned a month after she ran away. When I asked him about rengoku she said nothing. Soon her brother came and took her away.” Whispered atsuko in a voice so doleful, that it was clear, it hurted.

“Did rengoku san knew she was a princess?” Zenitsu asked.

“He probably didn't. Akiko's family arranged several politicians later to set her up but she caused such a ruckus that her family gave up at last.”

“Do you know where she is now…i need to deliver this letter to her.” Each word tasted like bile to him. He couldn't even imagine how miserable it had been. You literally rejected a crystal palace only to live a normal life with him. Which didn't even come true. How feverishly would it have hurt? How apathetic fate was…

“She lives in osaka, running an orphanage. You would find her there. Shall I get someone two drive you three over there?”

“That will be very thoughtful of you” said tanjiro.

Atsuko arranged a driver, who would drive them to the orphanage, they expect to find you in. The car ride was even more silent than the train one. Inosuke, even, didn't make any fuss seeing a car for the first time.

‘So this is where princess akiko lives.’ thought tanjiro. The building was similar to butterfly mansion, nothing that luxurious but quite spacious. The driver left soon after dropping them.

They crossed several corridors of children buzzing like bees. Laughter echoed among the hallways. How wonderful of a place for someone who lost their parents. Similar to them. They wondered if they would have grown up in this orphanage if they were born here.

Finally they reached to what seemed like an office. Similar to one shinobu used when researching herbs, the one which kanao uses now. They entered with a knock.

“Y/n san?”

Your head perked up at the name, which once your beloved used to refer. That beloved who never came.

Your heart ached a bit expecting kyojuro. A melancholic smile forms on your face seeing three kids infront of you. Of Course it wasn't him.

“yes?” you said gently, trying not to give in to your emotions.

But tanjiro could smell it. He smelled the intense grief bubbling within you. He could imagine how long you've bottled up your emotions.

Without saying much, he took the letter out of his sleeve placing it on your desk.

“It's been waiting for 3 years.”

“Huh?”

“Rengoku san wanted me to deliver this to you. Sorry this took so long.” your hands froze at his name. Your chest heaved without even you realizing as you grab the letter.

A single drop of tear fell on the spot which had been previously stained with tears. Tears of kyojuro rengoku.

Your fingers shaked tracing your name on the letter. The name which he used to call. Y/n not Akiko.

You teared the seal, taking out a paper. It was filled with words. Words, he never thought he could express on paper.

Dear y/n,

If you're reading this, then I'm sorry. I might have broken my promise of protecting you forever because by the time you read it— I will be dead.

Y/n i wanted to tell you, that I've loved you. I have loved you from the very beginning. Before even I saw you. You were the one who protected the flame in my heart. While others told me to set it ablaze, you made me learn how to keep the flame burning.

You were as beautiful to me as the rising sun. So bright, so clear. You were the epitome of my life. I wanted to live a peaceful life with you, in which my father let's go of his depression. In which your family accepts us. In which we don't have to hide from others. I wanted you to have my surname.

Your words were like the first rain of summer to me. You saved me from quenching my thirst by your words. I have been starved…. starved for so long that I forgot what being hungry for love feels like. Until you came into my life. you healed my heart, handled it as if it's porcelain.

I thought papers were something I would never choose to express myself with. But look at me now. Haha. I don't know why I'm writing it now, but I just feel like, the time’s soon going to be over. And I feel like I will be gone without seeing your face.

Please don't hate me for that.

If I get to spend my life with you I will probably burn this off, but if this letter somehow unfortunately finds you…I want you to know, I gave my best. I gave my very best to save the ones surrounding me. That I fullfilled my duty till the end. So don't feel sad.

I still can't believe you chose to love me. If possible I would like to meet you in another birth, in another universe without demons, where I will be yours, completely yours. You're the best thing that happened to me, y/n. You're just perfect.

But I must say….you’re dumb for choosing a man who bets his life for others, leaving the silver spoon you had in your mouth.

Sadly, our time was limited in this birth. Good bye princess akiko.

~ your kyojuro

The letter fell from your hands. Your lips quivering as you barely contained your tears, which stained the letter.

You just managed a smile at the kids who brought you this letter. He was no more. And you couldn't believe that. He knew you were Akiko not y/n. The truth you weren't able to tell him.

“I'm sorry for making this long. Rengoku san died saving us from a demon, 3 years ago” said tanjiro, tears staining his cheeks. So do the others, barely containing their emotions.

“oh! But i-im glad you all are safe. H-he fulfilled his duties right?”

“Does it hurts?” Tanjiro asked.

“A lot.” And if he wasn't seeing things, he saw rengoku for one second with a silly smile on his face, maybe wondering how to comfort you.

The second he blinked his eyes he was gone. What remained was his letter. Tanjiro handed the photo to you before leaving. He wondered if in another birth he gets to see the both of you reconcile.

He took a deep breath wanting to return to kanao. Maybe he would just ask her to marry him this year. He doesn't want to waste anymore time away from her.

“Where were you?” Asked zenitsu to inosuke, who went missing for a while. They are currently waiting for a train to go back home.

“To buy this.” Inosuke showed a butterfly hair pin decorated with blue crystals. It was beautiful.

“Woah. Who did you buy it for?”

“Aoi.” Tanjiro chuckled at his bluntness, while zenitsu smirked. It's funny how inosuke still gets both of their names incorrect but he never made a mistake in saying aoi’s name correctly. Who knows they might have two weddings…

Now that tanjiro had finally payed off the debt, he wished you happiness as he looked forward to a happier future. He will remember you, not as princess akiko, but as y/n.

“Let's go! I can't wait to see nezuko!!”

“Zenitsu watch out your way!!”

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[zafill]

Hii can u do hashiras x f!reader (or if you dont feel like doing all of them, giyuu, mui, and obanai would do just fine!)

Basically reader has hanahaki disease (its a disease where someone coughs/vomits flower petals when they experience unrequited love)

How would they react? Will they find out theyre the reason on why she has the disease?

Thankss <3

HI THIS IS SO CUTE SO I JUST HAD TO DO IT!! just a side note, i made muichiro readers sibling, since he is a minor, :D

Giyuu Tomioka x f!Reader

When you first met Giyuu, he was just “Tomioka-san” — a pillar of ice and water, still and unreadable. You’d been a new recruit under Urokodaki’s watchful eye, clumsy with a blade but steady in your determination. Giyuu had already become a Hashira by then, but he returned often to the mountain where he trained — sometimes to visit, sometimes just to be alone.

He never spoke much.

You never expected him to.

But over time, silence became comfort. His presence was reassuring, solid. When Urokodaki wasn’t looking, Giyuu would adjust your stance, wordlessly. After missions, he'd leave rice balls near your satchel if you forgot to eat. He was kind in a way no one else seemed to notice — not loud or expressive, but constant. Like a river that never stopped flowing.

You admired him. Then respected him.

And eventually… somewhere between the quiet glances and the way his gaze softened when you spoke about your dreams, you began to feel something else.

It wasn’t a lightning bolt. It was slow. Creeping. Blooming in secret places inside your chest.

You fell in love with Giyuu Tomioka the way flowers bloom in winter — against all odds, and far too quietly.

But you buried it.

Because Giyuu didn’t see you like that. He never had.

Even when he’d walk beside you during missions without speaking. Even when he gave you his scarf on a snowy night without a word. Even when he took the blow meant for you and stared at you too long as you screamed his name.

You mistook kindness for hope.

You should have known better.

He never gave you an inch more than he gave anyone else — and when you, just once, tried to lean into him, to say something just a little too warm, he gently stepped back.

"Don't," he had said. Not cruel. Just tired. Just closed off.

That was the first crack in your chest.

You told yourself you’d move on.

But you didn’t.

You couldn’t.

The First Petal

It started after a mission.

You were returning from the Butterfly Mansion after patching up a nasty slash across your ribs. Shinobu had offered a smile too soft to be comforting.

“You should rest,” she said. “Stress will slow your healing.”

You didn’t tell her your chest already ached in a way bandages couldn’t fix.

That night, you woke up choking — a dry cough tearing from your throat, something soft and wet spilling past your lips. You rushed to the basin, confusion and fear bubbling as you spat out crushed petals — soft, pale pink, with edges tinged in crimson.

You knew the signs.

Hanahaki.

You laughed, bitterly. Of course.

Of course your body would betray you like this.

You kept it secret, even as the petals came more frequently — a slow suffocation blooming inside you. You distanced yourself. Refused missions with Giyuu. Avoided his gaze. Every time he looked at you with that same unreadable expression, your throat clenched and petals tickled the back of your tongue.

But you weren’t dying fast enough to stop loving him.

And that was the cruelest part.

-----

You didn’t mean for him to find out.

You thought you had more time — time to figure out if you wanted the petals surgically removed and lose your feelings forever… or let them choke you quietly.

But he came to check on you after three weeks of avoidance.

“I heard you were injured,” he said from the doorway.

You tried to smile. “Nothing I couldn’t handle.”

He stepped closer. “Then why have you been avoiding me?”

You froze.

You could feel the petals in your throat, panic swelling in your lungs.

“I haven’t.”

“You have,” he said, gaze narrowing.

Your chest began to shake. The pain flared suddenly, sharply — like your body knew it couldn’t keep the secret anymore.

Then, you coughed. Hard. A wet, choking sound that startled even him.

And with it, you spat out a spray of petals. They spilled down your chin, across your hand. Blood followed.

Giyuu stood frozen, horror dawning on his face.

“…Hanahaki.”

You didn’t meet his eyes.

He stepped forward. “Who?”

Your shoulders trembled. “Does it matter?”

He knelt beside you. “Tell me.”

“…You already know,” you whispered.

Silence. Like a blade drawn in the dark.

“I never wanted you to find out,” you said, voice breaking. “I was trying to forget. I know you don’t feel the same. You made that clear.”

His expression was unreadable — not cold, but cracked. His fingers twitched at his sides, like he wanted to reach for you and didn’t know if he was allowed.

“I didn’t know,” he said, quietly. “I didn’t realize…”

“You weren’t supposed to,” you said, trying to stand. “Please just go. I don’t want your pity.”

“I don’t pity you.”

You laughed, sharp and broken. “Then what is it? Guilt? Regret? You told me not to fall for you. I should’ve listened.”

He caught your wrist gently before you could walk past him. His hand was warm. Steady.

“I didn’t say that because I didn’t care,” he murmured. “I said it because I didn’t think I deserved someone like you.”

Your breath hitched.

“I thought… if I kept my distance, you’d forget me,” he said. “But I kept watching you. Listening to you laugh with others. I told myself I didn’t care. But when I stopped seeing you… it hurt more than I expected.”

You looked up, shocked. He met your eyes, and for the first time, there was no wall there. Just a flood of something raw. Painful. Real.

“Maybe I was wrong,” he whispered. “Maybe I do feel something. I just… realized too late.”

Your vision blurred.

“But if there’s still time,” he said, voice shaking, “let me stay. Don’t go through this alone.”

And you — broken, aching, and still in love — let him hold you as petals fell between you.

----

Obanai Iguro x f!Reader

You knew Obanai long before you understood him.

He was difficult — sharp-tongued, secretive, constantly glaring through that bandaged mouth like the world owed him something. Others feared him, or at least avoided him. But not you.

You saw past the bitterness. Past the fangs.

You saw the man who fed Kaburamaru with gentle fingers. Who always sat with his back to a wall and never let anyone walk behind him. Who carried more shame than one person should, tucked between the stripes of his haori.

You didn’t know exactly why, or when, but you fell in love with him.

It was quiet. Private. You didn’t expect anything from it — just being near him was enough. You followed him on missions when you could, patched up his wounds in silence, listened to his gruff complaints with a small smile.

And he let you stay.

That meant something. He didn’t let anyone stay.

But you weren’t blind. You saw the way his eyes softened when Mitsuri Kanroji was around — like someone had let sunlight into his dark little world. You’d catch him watching her with an expression you never received, even in your quietest moments together.

It gutted you. But you smiled anyway.

Because if loving him meant just being there, you’d take it.

Until one night, you coughed into your hand — and watched a trail of crimson-edged petals fall between your fingers.

You didn’t tell anyone.

Hanahaki was an embarrassing disease — not because of the petals, or the slow, excruciating death, but because it meant you had loved someone who did not, could not, love you back.

And in your case, that truth hurt more than the blood in your throat.

You kept it hidden well. Even as the flowers grew. Even as it became harder to breathe during training, harder to walk without your chest pulling tight with pain. You’d excuse yourself when the coughing got worse. Wash away the petals. Pretend you were just tired.

But Obanai wasn’t stupid. He noticed.

“You’re paler than usual,” he muttered one afternoon after you nearly collapsed during sword drills. “Stop pushing yourself.”

“I’m fine,” you said quickly.

“You’re not.” He stepped closer. “Are you injured?”

You looked up at him — his mismatched eyes narrowed, concern barely veiled beneath that constant irritation — and your chest clenched with the pain of another petal pressing against your ribs.

“No,” you said. “Not in the way you think.”

He frowned but didn’t press. He never did. He respected boundaries — maybe because he had so many of his own.

You wanted to scream at him. Tell me to stop. Tell me you love me back. Tell me anything.

But he never did.

And when you saw him the next day with Mitsuri, his smile hidden beneath his scarf, his voice low and soft — something in you cracked completely.

It was Kaburamaru who found you.

You’d collapsed on a mossy trail outside the estate, clutching your chest, blood pooling between petals that had fallen like snow around you. The snake slithered from Obanai’s shoulder, sensing something wrong, and raced to where you lay gasping.

By the time Obanai found you, petals clung to your lips, your eyes glassy with pain and fading light.

“No,” he breathed, kneeling beside you. “No. No—what happened?”

You tried to smile.

“Figured… you'd come.”

“Don’t talk.” His hands hovered helplessly over your bloodied clothes. “Don’t move. We’ll get Shinobu. We’ll fix this.”

You coughed again, violently, more flowers spilling from your mouth. Kaburamaru curled around your neck, gentle and protective, as if sensing you were leaving.

“It’s Hanahaki,” you whispered, barely audible.

He froze.

You laughed, wet and broken. “Don’t look so surprised.”

“Who—” His voice cracked. “Who did this to you?”

You looked up at him. “You.”

Silence. He flinched like you’d stabbed him.

“I didn’t… mean for you to find out,” you said. “You were always kind… even when you didn’t have to be. I knew you loved her. You never tried to hide it.”

“I—” He shook his head. “No. I didn’t know. I didn’t see…”

Your breath hitched. “That’s the worst part. You didn’t see me. Even when I was right in front of you.”

Kaburamaru let out a soft hiss, coiling closer to you, nuzzling beneath your chin as if he, too, was mourning.

Obanai looked at you — really looked — and something in his face shattered.

“You should’ve told me,” he said, his voice breaking. “I was so blinded by a love I thought I deserved… I didn’t see the one I needed was beside me the whole time.”

You blinked slowly, your body growing cold. “Don’t say that now… it’s too late.”

“No,” he whispered. “No, don’t say that.”

He pulled you into his arms, clutching you like he could stitch you back together with sheer will. His scarf unraveled, falling to your lap. His cheek pressed to your forehead.

“I’m sorry,” he said, again and again, like a prayer. “I’m sorry. Please stay.”

You didn’t answer.

The petals stopped falling.

And in the stillness of that forest trail, Obanai Iguro held your lifeless body, surrounded by the flowers you had choked on in silence. His only companion the snake that curled around your throat like a necklace of grief.

He had loved the wrong person.

And by the time he realized the truth…

You were already gone.

----

Muichiro Tokito & Older Sister Reader

You remembered the day Yuuichirou died like it was still living behind your eyes.

You had watched your twin brothers — both just children — hold each other in the ruin of your home. Muichiro, bloody and broken. Yuuichirou, dying and stubborn. You had tried to cradle them both, screaming for help that never came in time.

He was your younger brother, but after that, Muichiro stopped being a child.

He stopped being anything, really.

There was a hole in him after Yuuichirou died — a blank, shifting space where memory should have lived. You watched your sweet, gentle brother become empty-eyed, calm in a way that scared you. Detached. Dangerous.

But he remembered you.

Even as he forgot the name of your parents, forgot the seasons, forgot his own birthday — he remembered your voice. Your scent. The way you’d pull him into your arms on cold nights like you were still trying to protect him from the world.

He didn't always say your name. Sometimes he just called you "Nee-san," in a voice so soft it made your chest ache.

You joined the Demon Slayer Corps with him, even though you weren’t as fast or strong. You just… couldn’t leave him alone in this world.

He was all you had.

You knew that his emotions were frayed. That he didn’t laugh anymore. But sometimes, when he’d look at you — just for a second — you saw the boy he used to be.

That was enough.

Until you met Genya.

It was right after Final Selection. Genya Shinazugawa was angry — at life, at demons, at his brother, at himself. He lashed out at everyone. You included.

The first time you met, he insulted you for being “weak.” Said people like you wouldn’t last. That you were just dragging your “dead-eyed brat” of a brother around.

You didn’t fight back. You never did.

But the words lodged in your chest. Not because they hurt you — but because Muichiro had heard them.

He didn’t react. Not at first.

He just stood there, staring at Genya, face unreadable.

And that night, you coughed up your first petal.

It was small. Pale. Delicate.

You blinked at it in your palm for a long time before crushing it in your fist and telling yourself it wasn’t what you thought it was.

But you knew.

You had fallen in love with someone who would never look at you as anything other than another weak link in his chain of resentment.

You, who had never once asked for anything in return.

You, who only wanted to feel something again — to be loved by someone in a way Muichiro could no longer offer.

And so it began.

Muichiro noticed your coughing first. The way you hesitated on missions. How your haori began to look too big for your shrinking frame.

“Are you sick?” he asked one morning, frowning at the trail of crimson on your sleeve.

“No,” you said, lying with a practiced smile. “Just tired.”

He didn’t push. He never did.

But you saw the crack of worry in his gaze. He’d always been blunt, forgetful — but when it came to you, he watched. He remembered.

He was trying so hard to hold on to you.

And you were slipping through his fingers, one petal at a time.

You collapsed during a mission. Blood and blossoms soaked your uniform. Your blade lay forgotten in the dirt, petals scattered around you like snow.

Genya was the one who carried you back to the Estate, eyes wide with horror. You were unconscious, but the flowers never stopped coming.

When Muichiro arrived, he didn’t ask what happened.

He just stood at your bedside, watching the rise and fall of your chest, eerily calm.

“Why?” he asked no one. Or maybe he was asking Yuuichirou.

You woke up only once.

Your lungs were shredded. You couldn’t speak properly. Your fingers twitched toward him.

“Muichiro,” you rasped, blood trailing down your chin.

He sat beside you, blinking slowly. “Nee-san.”

Your breath shook.

“I… I’m sorry I couldn’t stay longer,” you whispered. “I’m glad… you remembered me.”

He didn’t speak.

Kaburamaru — no, that was Obanai’s snake — wasn’t here. That was a memory.

Genya stood at the door, fists clenched, eyes red.

“I didn’t know,” he choked. “I didn’t mean—if I hadn’t said those things—”

You looked at him. Smiled, gently.

“It wasn’t your fault.”

Muichiro was still holding your hand.

Even as your chest rose slower. Even as the blood thickened.

Even as the petals finally stopped.

When your heart stilled, he didn’t cry.

He just stared.

Blankly.

Quietly.

And somewhere, inside his mind, your name began to unravel. The edges of your voice, your face, your warmth — all began to blur like smoke.

He stood.

“She’s gone,” Genya said, barely holding it together.

Muichiro looked down at you. Then away.

“…Who was she again?”

Genya broke.

Muichiro walked out into the sunlight, the petals still clinging to his sleeves.

He didn’t look back.

[darlingbabyboo]

"You're Something Else... "

♡ Synopsis: Megumi had been (sorta) prepared to live with this white weirdo who claimed to be the strongest... what he hadn't been prepared for was his daughter.

♡ Content: Reader is described as a girl and shorter than Megumi and Tsumiki and tiny because I'm tiny, black reader, good dad Gojo, Megumi is deeply repressed

♡ Notes: This is from the vote! Where people said they wanted Megumi x Gojo's Daughter instead of Giyuu x Urokodaki Daughter! Hope you enjoy 😘 Just say smth if I should make a part 2

♡ Inspiration: @ketsuyuki-hibana-typed! Their series Rengoku x Little Sister Figure is so good!

So Megumi was less than excited to live with Gojo (could not be me but this ain't about me so...)

He was only doing this so Tsumiki wouldn't have to suffer under the Zenin's

He was expected more or less of the same thing

Just him and Tsumiki living in a house, being forced to take care of themselves

Yippee

That's why he was so surprised to find you

"And you two, say hi to your other housemate!" The white haired weirdo cheerfully exclaimed

Megumi looked at you with wide eyes, you were hiding behind the tall man's legs and shaking like you were forced to be here

He wouldn't be surprised if you were

"C'mon honey bun, you gotta introduce yourself, you'll be sharing a home with these guys."

He removed you from his leg and squatted so that he was at his level

"Introduce yourself!"

You give a shy wave, curled in on yourself. You say your name through stutters and when you're done, you bury yourself into the weirdo's chest

Gojo smiles at them, stroking your back

"She's a little shy-"

A little, Megumi thinks

"-you two introduce yourself too! Don't be shy!"

"I'm Tsumiki!" His sister happily says besides him, like you're not shivering even if it's spring. "It's really nice to meet you!"

You remove yourself from Gojo a little to give her a small nod before burying yourself in Gojo's chest again

Megumi doesn't say his name, he observes (what he can when you're buried in Gojo's chest). You look nothing like him. He wonders if you've also been kidnapped taken in by Gojo

Does the freak have a habit of taking young children?

You look younger than him, though maybe it's because you're so small. You remind him of a mouse, especially with how much you were stuttering

He certainly hasn't seen someone like you before, maybe it's because of how sheltered he is, but you're different

Your skin is darker then what he's seen before, but the difference makes you even prettier. Your skin makes you glow in the sunlight, like some sort of angel

His stomach twists, even with how little he saw of your appearance, you're beautiful

"Aw are you already smitten with my little girl."

His face burns, "no!" He regrets staring so long when you bury yourself even deeper into the older man's arms, your embarrassment making his worse

Gojo waves off his words, "honey bun, this is Megu-chan, your first suitor!"

"Don't call me Megu-chan." He mutters, not bothering to clear up the other statement when the man is rambling something about your 'love story'. He looks up, sparing another glance at you.

You've removed yourself from Gojo a little, your brown eyes making contact with his blue ones.

Simultaneously, you both hide your faces

It's four people in the house but to be honest, it feels more like two

Usually, Gojo is out settling clan business or off on a mission, it's different than before though, Gojo's not neglectful, always making sure they have double of what they need and bathing them in nice comments

And he usually makes it home by dinner

It's honestly really nice (but never tell Gojo he said that)

The reason you don't count though is that you're really...

Quiet

He doesn't even know if that's the right description of you, you're almost like a ghost

The few times that he has laid his eyes on you, you disappear faster than he can blink

Usually, he would assume it's a him problem, but Tsumiki faces the same issues

"Do you think she hates us?" Tsumiki says one day, fiddling with her fingers.

Somehow, it makes him feel better that Tsumiki has the same struggles.

He shrugs, "I don't know, I thought she was mute, but she introduced herself fine the first time so..."

Tsumiki nods in agreement, she moves from playing with her fingers to playing with her hair, "I hope she doesn't hate us, she seems so nice."

"How would you know?" He mutters, "she doesn't even say anything to us."

Tsumiki frowns, opening her mouth to argues but then closes it in thought, "you have a point..." She reluctantly concedes.

Somehow, the win doesn't make him feel better, stomach twisting at the thought of you not liking them.

Of you not liking him

But one fateful day changes everything

"H-hello." You stutter out, looking at the two of them with wide eyes. Their eyes move from the TV screen to your surprising declaration.

Tsumiki eyes bulge out but she snaps her mouth shut out of fear of scaring you away. Megumi hopes that he doesn't share his sister's surprised look (which makes her look like a fish gasping for breath), forcing himself to remain calm.

He doesn't think he's heard your voice since Gojo introduced you all.

"D-dad won't be coming home today...a-and he said we could order food," You bite your lip, "d-do you guys want pizza?"

Tsumiki nods so quickly that he's scared her nose might start bleeding, "that sounds wonderful!"

When your eyes fall to him, he gives a simple nod. "That sounds really good."

You relax, and Megumi didn't notice how tense you were at the thought of a disagreement.

You poke your fingers through a hole in your shirt. "...C-can one of you order for us?"

Tsumiki shoots up, "I can!" She volunteers, already rushing to grab the landline.

You watch her with relief, and Megumi can already see the cogs in your head turning, you thinking about going back to your room.

He doesn't want you to go

"Do you wanna watch a movie with us?" He blurts out.

You jump at the words, surprise evident on your face. You point to yourself as if to ask Me?

He nods, looking away with embarrassment from how red his face is turning, "yeah, it would be nice to talk to you..."

When you don't respond, he looks to you and god he wishes he hadn't.

You're smiling, a smile that lights you up. Gone is the usual worry on your, eyes soft with joy and crinkled because of how wide your grin is

You're beautiful

"Okay..." You respond, softly, "I-i would like that."

He nods absentmindedly, aware that he's staring but he's under a spell, he doesn't know how to look away.

"Do you guys want garlic knots?" Tsumiki yells from the other room.

"Y-yes please!" You respond back, voice soft even when raised.

You turn back to Megumi and award him with another smile, "I-i need t-to call my dad really quick-- b-but I'll come back to watch the movie with you guys!"

He watches you go, butterflies in his stomach.

He buries his face in his hands.

Oh god

He has a crush

[kunikuyu]

"A reward for someone so good." Hashira Series!

Part 1, 3, 4, 5, 6

Tomioka Giyuu x Male! Reader

Warnings: MINORS DNI, NSFW, read as afab reader, calm sex, dom! Reader x virgin! Tomioka, Slight mentions of symptoms of depression, Tokito was replaced by Tomioka, since Tokito is underage.

Summary: Pillar training has begun, much to your delight. Of course, as a hard-working and strong person, you can handle any challenge. Even if it's fighting a hashira. And in a way, they all see some value in you, and want to reward you for it.

The next day, it's impossible not to wake up with a hangover. You've had too much to drink with Tengen, and you can barely feel your legs now. Even though your body clearly didn't want it, you had to go to the next pillar training.

"Take care of yourself there. And be careful on the way, you look like you're about to fall over from being so tired. Didn't you sleep last night?" He says, pretending nothing happened. It was clear he remembered, he just wanted to play with you. "...I'll pretend I didn't even hear it."

He laughs. Patting you on the back, he says goodbye to you and wishes you good luck with Tokito. But, your plans didn't involve training with the mist hashira.

......

Your crow guided the direction you should follow, flying in the skies. Little by little, you can see Tomioka's mansion. The place was calm and the only thing that could be heard was the sound of a wooden sword hitting a massive straw training dummy. It was Tomioka, training completely alone.

You knock on his gate, but he doesn't answer or open it. He even stops making noise, trying to pretend he wasn't there. "Giyuu-san, you could be more receptive to your visits." You say, and you hear low, slow footsteps, as if Tomioka wanted to open, but was reluctant.

You were trained by the same master, Urokodaki. You, Tomioka and Sabito were an inseparable trio, before Sabito died in the final selection and Tomioka reserved himself like never before.

You ended up being alone, without your best friends and an indescribable void in your heart. Tomioka walked away from you for a few reasons: He didn't want to feel the pain of seeing you go if you died before him; I didn’t want you to suffer if he died; I didn't want you to find out that he was always in love with you.

It might be a silly reason, but his passion was old and he didn't want to be rejected. You didn't seem like a guy who would be attracted to him. Maybe Giyuu's inferiority complex would never let him be happy at any point in his life.

.....

As you remain lost in your thoughts, the other man finally opens the gate for you. Tomioka's crow will directly greet you, he seemed to like you and you liked that crow who was already old. Tomioka walks away after letting you in, he didn't seem to want to talk to you, or at least he was too nervous to do so.

"Aren't you even going to greet me, Giyuu?" You say, holding his arm to stop him from continuing to move away from you. He doesn't turn to face you, though. He still loved you, very much. But it's hard to deal with that when you're afraid of happiness.

Seeing that your friend wouldn't talk to you, you decide to take control of the situation. "Well, since you don't want to talk to me, let's train then." You grab a nearby wooden sword and get into position, surprising Giyuu. He thought that after not talking to you, you would go away and leave him alone, but that wasn't the case.

....

It turns out that you were still on the same level, nothing had changed. As kids, you could never beat each other, it always ended in a draw. And now, you are both sitting on Giyuu's garden. You could enjoy the sunset in complete silence while you both regained your energy.

"You shouldn't be here, should you? Pillar training isn't over yet." He says softly, but you can still hear it. His voice was as calm as ever. "I was supposed to be at Tokito-san's training. But I wanted to see you."

He doesn't say anything else after that, just looks away and goes back to the sky. You could feel his nervousness, even though normally his temperament was almost stoic all the time.

It really bothers you.

You hated seeing Giyuu, who was so smiley in the past, go into a shell and keep himself away from the rest of the world. If there was something bothering him, he would normally speak up before all this happened.

"Giyuu, I need to talk to you." "Hm?-" Before he can even ask or even answer, you pull him into his house. He looked dazed, his eyes were slightly wide and his mouth slightly opened in surprise.

When you arrive in his room, you pin him against the wall and look deep into the other man's eyes. You were the same height, so it wasn't a problem. Tomioka looks at you with even wider eyes, and his cheekbones seem redder than ever.

"I really understand what you went through, I also lost my best friend that day. But you need to stop blaming yourself, you need to stop sinking into this emptiness. I know I'm not the best person to help you, but please. I don't want to lose the person I trust and admire most again." And he just looks at you, doesn't say a word. But you could see his eyes already filling with tears and his hands starting to shake. It's even worse when you hug him. He couldn't help but cry this time.

You were never good with words, but damn, how you wanted to comfort him, hug him and tell him it's okay. "I..." That's all he can say to you, as he feels your face sink into his neck. "... That's unfair." He whispers softly, but you can hear it. You move away from the hashira's neck, but keep your arms around his waist. You couldn't understand what he meant by that. "Hm...? What do you mean by that, Giyuu?" And he just looks away while blushing.

And then, you realize.

"Oh."

You don't say anything else. You just realized why he's blushing, shaking, and looking away. It makes you blush too. You were so stupid, how did you not realize that Giyuu liked you, or at least had a certain crush?

"How long?" "Since we were kids."

And this was his turn to be wide-eyed. The difference is that you had a smile on your face. Reciprocal feelings are rare, but very beautiful. You had to let your instincts act, and placed a kiss on the water hashira.

...

"You're a virgin, right?"

"W-Why do you ask such embarrassing questions?"

You are very fast. It didn't take long for Tomioka to be completely naked in front of you. He was lying down, while you were sitting on top of him. Giyuu looked nervous and embarrassed, especially because it was his first time and because he was completely naked in front of you. Your actions didn't make it easier for him either.

"Sorry, Giyuu-san. Now, just relax okay?"

He nods and rests his head on the futon. You insert the other man's member into you, making him let out a soft, sweet moan. Tomioka never thought he would do something like this to you, it seemed like an impossible dream coming true for him.

....

You were holding each other as you rode him. It was a perfect feeling to hear his moans. His sweet moans were calm, sly and sounded like a song to your ears. His face was red, beads of sweat from the heat dripped from his forehead, and small bites were deposited on Giyuu's neck.

Your pace slowed until you stopped. It was as if it was fate, both of you had climaxed together. You let out a low chuckle when you see Giyuu's condition; eyes watering with pleasure, cheeks red and chest heaving up and down frantically.

"I have a sneaky feeling you liked it." You say, with a smile on your face. What surprised you was the smile he showed you, after so many years. "... T-Thank you, for that... ah..." You couldn't help but blush at that smile, it was one of the most beautiful things you had ever seen and you wanted to see it more often.

"For the record, I like you- No, I love you." "You know... The feeling is mutual..."

You both smile and lock your lips again. Giyuu may feel like he's not ready for a relationship yet, and maybe that's true. But you'll end up together. It's destiny.

Bonus lines!

"I came inside you... It's okay...?"

"Jeez... Hehe..." You say, while laughing nervously.

[vrystalius]

Could I request a Kimetsu Academy, Home Economics teacher Hotaru Haganezuka with a vampire Fem!Reader who loves her partner's, aka Haganezuka's blood almost as much as she loves him? Thank you!

Late Night Prep

You were helping Hotaru prepare ingredients for tomorrow’s class, but can’t stop staring at the bulging veins of his arms.

Pairing: Hotaru x fem!reader

Hotaru was hunched over the counter, chopping and sorting vegetables, herbs and whatnot into containers to use tomorrow. He was in the same position for about two hours now, only moving away to grab even more foods to prepare. You weren’t bothered by leaning against the counter next to him and watch him do this mundane task, quite the opposite. You weren’t paying attention to his slicing skills, how handsome he was looking or what he is chopping, instead, you were staring at those deliciously pulsing veins in his arms, so pronounced by the way he was flexing his arms and repeating the same motion over and over. You would never wish harm upon your dearest, but you were silently wishing he’d cut himself, just a little for you to see or maybe even taste the blood—

“Are you going to stand and state at me the whole night?”

Hotaru mumbled, not breaking view with his knife or the garlic he was chopping right now. Clearing your throat, you snap back to reality and stopped gawking at his arms for a moment.

“Ah, I’m… just admiring your technique that’s all!”

He spared you a small glance, his brows furrowed and eyes judging you a little. Suddenly, Hotaru let out a small yelp and dropped his knife, checking his bleeding finger. There was a small cut but the blood dripping out of it was slightly concerning. He acted quickly and grabbed a clean towel, wrapping his finger in it.

“Don’t just stand here, grab me a bandage or something!!”

You were to busy staring at the bloody fingers and the crimson sweetness flooding out of it that Hotaru’s snapping finally pulled you out of your trance. You gave him a small nod and quickly reached for the first aid kit, grabbing some bandaids and a bandage before turning back to him. He carefully unravelled the towel. A dreamy sigh escaped your lips at the sight. Your husband raised his eyebrow at you and how you were standing in your spot, not moving towards him.

“Are you going to move or no?! I need some help over here!”

You suddenly lunged at him, grabbing his wrist and sliding his finger between your lips, savouring the sweetly metallic taste of Hotaru’s blood. He didn’t move or ripped his fingers out of your mouth like any other normal person would’ve in that moment, instead he simply stared at your and how your lips were wrapped around his finger like that. His mouth was slightly agape in confusion, arousal weirdly enough started pooling in his stomach. He watched as you closed your eyes and felt how your tongue was swirling around his wound. Finally, you suddenly flinched away, your whole face scrunching together in disgust. Your whole mouth felt like it was on fire and being paralysed at the same time.

“Y-You were cutting garlic??”

“Of course I was!! Didn’t you see?! I was testing out the silver knife-“

“SILVER?!”

I’ve never written for him before, have I? Well I was due to then XD Before I even read the manga, I loved Hotaru ever since his first appearance in Urokodaki’s house. I’m planning on recreating his mask in clay soon and maybe even recreate his hat with the wind chimes attached to it! I hoped you enjoyed this and thank you for requesting <33 Also, apparently, silver doesn’t just harm werewolves but vampires as well! Never knew that.

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough <3

Take care of yourselves <3 Send in some more requests if you like! This event lasts until Halloween <3

[oceaneyesinla]

I was planning a Vampire!Giyuu x Reader fic, then decided if I was going to do it, there had to be monsterfucking.

Here's the result! This is my first full smut fic, so CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is welcome. I'm already planning to write more for this AU, because I love it so much.

Divider by @/benkeibear

CW: violence/gore, oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex, creampie

You could still feel the phantom frost of the man’s hand around your throat like a brand, and the bruises you could see blooming across your skin in the mirror were beginning to ache. You spent most of your time surrounded by vampires these days, and yet you were still caught off guard when one decided you would be worth a taste. The man - Madea, Urokodaki had told you when you finally got back to the house - only got so close because you knew he was part of the Kakushi. The way he grabbed you by the neck, faster than you ever could have reacted to, was unexpected. As was the way he dragged you along, forcing you down the nearest alley.

For a moment, you believed you had met your end. Begging was pointless; you knew that from the frankly disgusting look in his eye as he scanned your body up and down. You lived with vampires, but never before had you felt so much like prey.

You had closed your eyes, mouthing silent apologies to your lover. Then the pressure around your throat loosened and a terrible scream pierced your ears. A cool splatter landed across your face, and when your eyes shot open, you found Madea several feet away, clutching at the stump of the arm that was now resting at your feet. Another flash of terror shot through you; had something even more dangerous found you, and decided to fight Madea for his prize? Kanae had warned you about a mystery group of elder vampires, who killed without hesitation or remorse.

But when you scanned the alleyway, all you found was your lover, blood soaking into the thin fabric of his white shirt and a murderous look in his eyes as he bore down on Madea. All you could do was watch on in silence as Giyuu’s fist collided with Madea’s cheek, a visceral crunch making you wince as Madea was thrown a few feet away by the force of the blow. Giyuu crouched over him while he was still groaning, curled in on himself as if making some weak attempt at protecting himself from further harm. He had no such luck - one hand gripping short hair to the point of pain as the other pinned him against the pavement, and you stared wide eyed as Giyuu’s muscles flexed and Madea’s head came away, blood dripping from the jagged remains of his neck. 

Giyuu tossed the head to the side, slowly turning to look over his shoulder, giving you view of one eye, deep royal blue in the darkness, and full of something you could only describe as fury. Adrenaline still coursed through your veins and your heart and body were at war. This was your Giyuu, of course he would never hurt you - but the look in his eye was unlike anything you had seen from him before.

So distracted by your lover’s piercing stare, you didn’t notice the person coming up behind you until they laid a gentle hand on your shoulder. You flinched away, ready to dive towards Giyuu - whatever state he was in, he would protect you, of that you were certain.

There was no need. Kanae fixed you with a soft look and a soothing smile, relaxing you instantly. Something about her had always comforted you, and now was no exception. With slow, deliberate movements, she pulled a tissue out of her pocket, holding your chin in one hand as she wiped away the mess across your face. You appreciated the gesture; the feel of drying blood on your skin was one you detested.

“Giyuu?” Her sweet voice called out and when you looked back to your partner, he was standing upright, face a blank slate, “Would you take care of him, please? I’ll take Y/N back to the house.”

You let Kanae lead you towards the light of the street lamps, sparing one glance back at Giyuu, shrouded in darkness as he stood silent over the corpse. 

There was a quiet click behind you, dragging you out of your memories and you met Giyuu’s gaze through the mirror as he entered the room. His face was blank and he stayed silent, but the way his eyes slid down to your neck spoke volumes. As did the fact that he stayed away, avoiding your shared room even after Tanjiro informed you he was home.

You turned to take a step towards him, hesitating as he seemed to shrink away from you, pressing his back against the wall. His face gave nothing away, but those eyes … you could read them easier than any novel. Your lover was an open book to you, and you knew this story all too well.

One step at a time, you made your way to stand before him, only stopping when you were close enough to reach out. Your hand cradled his cheek, and his eyes squeezed shut, his whole body tensing under your loving touch. It was almost as if he expected harsh words and betrayed violence, and your heart broke at the thought.

On tiptoes, you kissed his cheek, hoping he could feel the smile on your lips, “Thank you for saving me, Giyuu.”

His eyes flew open at your words and pressed as close as you were, you felt his arm twitch, as if he wanted to reach out and hold you. You made the decision for him, wrapping your fingers around his wrist and dragging his arm around your waist, letting yourself melt into his chest. For a moment, he stayed tense and you wondered if you had made the right choice. Then he held you tighter, wrapping both arms around you and burying his face in your shoulder. You could just about make out the words he was mumbling into the fabric of your shirt - I’m sorry.

You tugged on his hair oh so lightly, your vampire responding to your touch immediately and pulling away. Only slightly, of course; his hold on you still firm. You hoped he could see the love in your eyes as clearly as you could see it mirrored in his own, “Stop blaming yourself. I’m right here, and I’m safe.”

“You almost weren’t. I clearly haven’t protected you well enough, if someone thinks they can touch what’s mine.” His voice was low as he stared into your eyes, and you weren’t ashamed to admit you loved his more possessive impulses. You were his, as he was yours, and after everything that had happened, you wanted him closer. You needed him to hold you, to force every thought from your mind but those of him.

A hand slipped round the nape of his neck as you leaned in, pressing your lips to his in a kiss that started out gentle but quickly heated up as you deepened it. A nip to his lower lip made him groan, and his hands slipped from their place around your waist to grab at the flesh of your hips. He used that grip to flip you around, so now you were the one caged against the wall. 

You only broke away from his kiss when the need to breathe became overwhelming, and your heavy breathing was the only sound in the room. Giyuu was watching you intently, pupils dilated and gaze intense. Once again, you felt like prey, but there was no fear running through your veins now. You pressed your thighs together, trying to subtly relieve the need slowly growing in your core. Ocean eyes trailed down your body, making note of your desperate actions with satisfaction.

A squeak escaped you as suddenly, you were in the air, and another rush of arousal flooded through you when you realised your weight was entirely suspended by one strong arm, wrapped around your waist as the other gently swatted your thigh. A pleased hum rumbled through Giyuu’s chest as you followed his silent command and wrapped your legs around his waist. As a reward, he returned to kissing you, his tongue slipping between your lips to explore your mouth. 

You didn’t even notice him moving until he broke away from your kiss, smirking when you tried to chase his lips and reconnect them. He laid you out on your shared bed, climbing over top of you just like he knew you loved - using his body weight to trap you against the mattress. Even if you wanted to escape, you couldn’t, and the thought of being entirely at the mercy of the vampire above you was intoxicating. By now, his pupils obscured most of the blue of his irises, and what was left was like a bottomless abyss, deep and inviting, drawing you in. 

Before you could reach up for him and drag him down into another passionate kiss, he began to move down your body, pressing open mouth kisses against your heated skin. He hesitated once he reached the black and blue of your throat and you opened your mouth to reassure him yet again but before you could, he pressed the lightest kiss of all against the bruises.

“No-one will harm you again. You have my word.” He shifted his weight, freeing up one hand to trace over the bruises with his fingers, before wrapping them loosely around your throat, “My hands will be the only ones to touch you like this.”

A full body shiver ran through you at his words, pitched low and deep and dripping with possession, and you could feel slick arousal pooling in your underwear. Entirely at his mercy, you could do nothing but submit.

He continued his exploration of your body, his mouth leaving a trail of heat across your skin as he travelled downwards, despite the chill of his lips. Once he reached the place where the swell of your breasts disappeared beneath your clothing, he sat back, staring down at you with hunger. You would have whined, demanding to know why he moved away but then with one quick movement and the sound of ripping threads, your tank top was nothing but shreds in his hand.

Rational thought would have you annoyed at the loss of a shirt, but rationality was overshadowed by the lust you felt at his action. You could do nothing but whimper as he bore down on you, pulling one nipple into his mouth as he rolled the other between nimble fingers. He teased at the sensitive bud in his mouth with sharp fangs and arousal shot through your core. It was a heady feeling, being in the arms of what most would consider a monster, but knowing you would never be safer. To feel the pin pricks of razor sharp teeth in your most vulnerable places, and knowing in your soul that you would never feel their sting unless you wanted it.

His questing continued, tongue slipping out to leave cool kitten licks against your stomach, just so he could see the muscles twitch and flex. You held your breath in anticipation as he finally reached where you wanted him most and a moan tore from your throat as he licked directly over your dripping sex through your underwear. More kisses were laid along the sensitive skin of your inner thighs as he settled himself in the cradle of your legs. Part of you knew that you should feel fear as one sharp fang dragged lightly over where you knew your femoral artery ran, but all you could process was anticipation, heavy and thick. 

Another rip, and the room air hit your core, making you shiver. Giyuu tossed the ruins of your underwear aside without a glance, eyes focused on the slick mess between your thighs. You whined for him to stop staring, legs pulling together a little to draw his attention away.

Lightning fast, one hand came to rest on each thigh, gripping the plush there firmly as he held your legs apart, eyes never leaving your cunt.

“Beautiful. Mine.” With those two words, he buried himself in your folds, tongue sliding from your hole to your clit in one sweep as his hands moved under your hips, arms locking around your legs, holding you open for him to do as he pleased. Giyuu was always good with his mouth, but now he was near feral, exploiting his lack of need to breathe to absolutely ruin you. You let out a wail as he wrapped his lips around your clit, suckling at the sensitive pearl and not letting up, even as your hands slid through raven hair and gripped tight. You knew better than to try and pull him away - all it would get you was an open handed slap to your pussy and an admonishment to not ‘ruin his meal’.

He released your clit, only to refocus his attention on your fluttering hole, pushing his tongue through the ring of muscle and delving inside. You could feel its cool touch running along your inner walls and you couldn’t help the moans escaping you. It always felt this way when your lover went down on you - overwhelming in the best way possible. His hands were grounding; pressing pretty bruises into your thighs in the shape of his fingertips - bruises you knew he would trace over later, his pride in claiming you obvious.

Your legs trembled as the coil in your abdomen tightened, and Giyuu redoubled his efforts, thumb moving to circle your clit as his tongue explored your folds. The final straw was the noises Giyuu was making, groaning into your pussy as he tasted you; getting high off the ecstasy he was drawing out of you. You came with a breathy cry, rocking your hips against his face as he lapped at you, prolonging your pleasure.

He gave you barely a second to breathe before he intensified his actions again, his tongue flicking over your clit as his fingers moved to play with your hole, still pulsing from your recent orgasm.

“P-Please, Giyuu. S-Sensitive.” You tugged at his hair pathetically, oversensitivity making the pleasure in your core almost too intense.

He growled against your folds, lifting his head just enough that you could hear him, the vibrations of his voice still making you shiver, “You can give me another.”

It was a statement, not a request, but you nodded anyway, whining when he whispered a good girl against your slick folds. Two fingers pushed inside you, and immediately curled, trying to find the spot you both knew drove you wild. All the while, his tongue swirled around your clit. It was almost embarrassing how wet you were; you could hear the squelching as Giyuu’s fingers pumped in and out of your hole.

His fingertips found that special little spot along your walls, and you clenched hard around his fingers, moans increasing in volume as your thighs tightened around his head. A firm press against your G spot, and a final flick against your clit, and you sobbed out a cry as your orgasm hit hard, whiting out your vision for a moment as you released the breath you barely realised you were holding. Your chest heaved with heavy breaths as you came down from your high, whimpering as you felt his fingers slip out of you.

You looked down at him and the sight sent a pulse of arousal through you. Giyuu’s lower face was covered in your juices, and he was staring back at you like he wanted to eat you alive. Your hole fluttered around nothing, and you were desperate to have him inside you. 

He brought his fingers up to your mouth, the ones which had just been buried inside you, and you didn’t make him ask. Obediently, you opened your mouth and let him slip them inside, wrapping your lips around them and cleaning them off with your tongue. His pupils dilated further as you sucked on the digits in your mouth, and you would have offered to replicate it somewhere else, but you knew he would turn you down. When he got like this, intense and possessive, the only place he wanted his cock was buried deep inside your cunt.

Fingers were removed, and replaced with his lips, catching you in a bruising kiss. You moaned at the taste of yourself in his mouth as your tongues tangled together. He settled between your legs and you could feel his bulge pressing against you even through the trousers he still wore. You broke the kiss, spit still connecting the two of you as you begged, “Please Giyuu, need to feel you inside.”

He pulled away from you, stripping faster than you had ever seen before. Within seconds, he was back above you, caging you in against the mattress as he teased your entrance with the head of his cock. You could see he was rock hard and you mewled underneath him, wrapping your legs around his hips to try and convince him to end his teasing.

“You want it, hmm?” He was smirking, and sometimes you hated his restraint. His only goal was to drive you mad with pleasure, and he would happily ignore himself to accomplish it.

“Yes, yes! Please!” You pouted up at him and apparently that was all he needed. One hand wrapped around his cock, drawing a deep moan out of him. He guided his cock inside you, sheathing himself to the hilt in one smooth movement. There was next to no resistance, your pussy still wet and ready from his earlier attention. You let out a moan as he settled inside your cunt, filling you up. The slight stretch was delicious and you pulled him closer, nipping at his earlobe before burying your face in his shoulder. He was everywhere - his touch, his smell. 

He began to move his hips with slow, deep strokes that made you gasp into his cool skin. Every time he pushed into your heat, you could feel his cockhead kiss your cervix, and the pleasurable pressure made your head spin. You ran a hand up and down his back, feeling the muscles tense and flex as he held you down, rocking into you. He was nuzzling at your neck, and his nose was poking at your jugular. He would never ask if he could drink from you, but you would always offer. You should be scared - a vampire, with strength greater than your own and hungry for your blood, was pressed against your carotid artery, but all you felt was desire. You wanted his teeth to sink into you. You wanted the sharp pain as his fangs pierced your skin. Because you knew that it would fade almost immediately, to be replaced by heat flooding your entire body. You trusted that he would never take more than you could afford to lose, and the lightheaded feeling you were left with made everything feel more intense - the feel of him inside you, the cool press of his skin against yours.

You wrapped a hand in his hair, pulling his face out of the crook of your neck and smiling as you felt his cock twitch where it was nestled in your walls. Ocean eyes met yours, and you whispered, “Drink from me. Please. Take what’s yours.”

His eyes widened slightly, but his surprise didn’t last long. Lust and hunger overtook anything else in his gaze, and you knew he was hungry for more than your cunt. One hand moved to cradle your cheek as he stared down at you, and before he leaned in once again, he whispered to you, “My beautiful girl. Mine.”

He buried his face into your neck again and you gasped as you felt fangs break your skin. A roll of his hips acknowledged your discomfort, and the friction of his pubic hair against your clit took the edge off the pain. Moments later, just as you had come to expect, the sting dissipated and instead, you were left with a pleasant warmth flooding through your veins. Your arm wrapped around his shoulder, and your other hand cradled his head against his neck, offering silent encouragement for him to drink his fill. He had worked so hard to keep you safe, and he deserved to take what would always be his.

Without detaching from your neck, he shifted your position - lifting your hips to change the angle of his thrusts, and you gasped as the head of his cock began to brush against your G-spot with every thrust. His hips were moving lazily as he drank, slowly winding the coil in your lower abdomen.

You would never tell him to stop, but he knew your body better than you knew yourself, and just as the lightheadedness began to set in, he released your neck, lapping at the blood dripping slowly from the twin holes in your skin. The site was a little sore, but you welcomed it. It was a reminder of his claim on you; a visible mark that you belonged to your vampire and no-one else. Maybe you were a little unhinged for being so enamoured by a creature that could kill you without breaking a sweat, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Gentle fingers brushed your hair away from your face, and caring eyes scanned your expression, checking in on you just like he always did. Clearly, your pleased, if slightly out of it smile must have reassured him, because blood stained lips lifted into a dangerous smile and a sharp thrust made you moan. Now that his teeth were away from the delicate column of your throat, his pace increased, skin slapping against skin as he fucked you, giving you deep, intense strokes that made you feel like he was rearranging your guts. You clung to him, leaning into the slightly fuzzy feeling created by the mix of blood loss and bliss. 

His body shifted and more of his weight pressed onto you, enhancing your pleasure and making it so his cock was near constantly pressing against all the most sensitive spots along your walls. You let out a cry as one hand slid down your tummy, thumb coming to rub tight circles around your clit as his palm pressed against your abdomen.

“Doing so well for me, love. You look so beautiful like this, spread out just for me.”

It was too much - your head was spinning and all you knew was the blinding pleasure your lover provided. Giyuu’s tongue darted out to run over the marks he left on your neck and you came hard, pussy clenching hard around his cock as you squirted around him, soaking his abdomen and probably the sheets underneath you too.

A few more deep strokes and Giyuu fell over the edge too, a final thrust pushing him deep into your cunt as he came, drawing a breathy gasp out of you as you felt his seed fill you up. As you both came down from your shared high, your laboured breathing slowly returning to normal, you stayed wrapped around each other - his forehead resting against yours, sharing the same space and indulging in the way he relaxed into you. He always went a little boneless after an orgasm, being the only time he truly stopped worrying about his weight on top of you. Yes, he indulged your desire to be trapped by him and his muscular body, but part of him was always cautious, always worried about your safety.

You felt a little boneless yourself, but infinitely satisfied. With some effort, you dragged a hand up to run through Giyuu’s hair, a fond smile spreading across your face as he relaxed even further, practically purring under your gentle touch. It was so funny to you, how a man who could rip a threat to you limb from limb, would fold so easily to sweet touches and praising words.

Eventually, you had to part, and you whined as he pulled his now soft cock out of you. His eyes drifted down and you felt your cheeks heat up as he stared at your now well fucked pussy. Ocean blue followed the trail of cum you could feel running out of you and you squeaked as his fingers gathered up the mix of your juices and his seed and pushed inside you.

He tried to look innocent, but you could see the growing smirk on his face, “It’ll make a mess otherwise.”

Once you were ‘tidied up’ to his satisfaction, he pressed kisses to your thighs then your forehead, “You were perfect for me, love. My perfect girl.”

The praise sent a wave of warmth through you, and you smiled up at him, “I love you, Giyuu.”

“Stay here. I’ll run a bath and come get you.”

You shook your head, grabbing the hand that was still resting by your head, “Don’t go. Stay with me.” After everything tonight - from your terrifying ordeal to the intimate moment you just experienced - you desperately didn’t want to be alone. You felt vulnerable and exposed, and you wanted nothing more than to be wrapped up in your lover.

Giyuu just smiled, stroking a thumb across your cheek before scooping you up into his arms, one around your waist, holding you tight against his bare chest and the other under your hips, supporting your weight. You let out a contented sigh, resting your head on his shoulder as he carried you into the bathroom.Maybe you would even convince him to join you in the bath. After all, it was big enough for two. You had a feeling it wouldn’t be all too difficult. The night had proven there was nothing your vampire wouldn’t do for you.

[bomber-grl]

Flufftober 2024

Day 7: Rainstorm

Pairing(s): Tanjiro Kamado x Gn!Reader

Not proofread

The sun had set and you were still outside, practicing with a wooden sword Urokodaki had given you. He was still teaching you and Tanjiro forms and technique but you took it upon yourself to go the extra mile.

You would’ve continued going for hours if it hadn’t been for the rain splattering against your cheek and the hand that had come to rest upon your shoulder.

You turned and you were immediately faced with tanjiro. His warm gaze was soaking you in and his smile was like no one else’s, finally he spoke.

“You should come inside, you haven’t had dinner yet [your name]” his face was now replaced with that of concern. You couldn’t refuse him, he was always concerned about whether Nezuko would wake, you didn’t want to add onto that fire.

“Yea, I’ll go” you let Tanjiro guide you into the room you two (rather three) shared. He and Urokodaki had dinner a few hours ago, you could only assume that he had saved you some.

The food that was safely stored on the table only proved your assumption right. “The foods right there, luckily Urokodaki let me save you some.” You thanked tanjiro for saving you food and quickly took it into your hands.

You sat on the ground and began to enjoy it, especially after training like that.

You looked up and met tanjiros eyes, he smiled at you fondly. You looked away flustered, how he could smile at you so fondly while you stuffed your face was something you’d never understand.

You finished up and disposed of the left overs and container. Ever since you and Tanjiro had gotten particularly close *cough*- started dating *cough* you two would sleep side by side, in different futons of course.

A particularly loud shift of the panel door caught your attention. You hadn’t realized earlier, far too preoccupied with your food to notice how the storm was raging on outside.

You quickly pushed away the thought and began getting comfortable in your futon. The few hours you still had would make best to spend in sleep.

Tanjiro noticed and quickly expelled the light and went to join you, snuggling into the futon next to your own.

You had just began drifting off to sleep when you slightly turned to your left. Tanjiro was still very much awake and was facing up. Clearly he had something on his mind.

You turned your body to face him, “what wrong?” He snapped out of it and mirrored you, now facing your direction.

“I was just thinking about Nezuko” you hummed, it was natural. That’s all he ever thought about these days. The panel door shook again due to the strong winds outside and Tanjiro smiled fondly.

“A few years back there had been a storm much like this one. Nezuko had always been calm during storms much like these, but our other siblings not so much.” He seemed happy to share the memory of his siblings with someone.

Maybe sharing it made carrying the grief less painful, but it didn’t go away. He had this far off look.

After you showed interest, Tanjiro continued with a story about a particular sibling- her name was Hanako. How she had been so scared of the storm that they all (his siblings and mom) stayed awake telling stories to cheer her up.

At the end of the night they had all bundled up to ensure little Hanako that no “monsters” would get them.

As Tanjiro finished up his story he blushed a little. “I guess I was reminded of the monster that was so feared back then.” You understood the comparison between the weather and monster, the concepts were frighteningly identical.

“Well, thank you for telling me about your siblings” Tanjiro just smiled, happy that you had been there to listen. Even if it was still painful.

“Well” you quickly changed the mood “how about we bundle up together to fend off the monster?”

Your comment was meant to cheer him up- be teasing even. The only reaction you got out of him was one of shock and pure fluster.You did NOT mean to insinuate that you should sleep together.

He had started stuttering in a way you’d never heard before, he quickly calmed down and just nodded. Much to your surprise, he joined you in your futon (albeit a bit squished) and bundled up with you for the night.

When you thought he’d fallen asleep, you quickly pecked his cheek. Though, a blush reappeared on his face, telling you that no, he wasn’t asleep .

The fact made you have a blush that mirrored his own.

-

Now at the butterfly mansion a storm similar to the one of that night presented itself.

It was bad, if anything it was small and harmless. Especially since the corps had to have been built somewhere with zero weather issues for convenience.

You quickly made your way to where you, tanjiro and new companions Inosuke and Zenitsu all sleep while recovering.

You quickly approached Tanjiros side. Inosuke was probably up to some mischief that Zenitsu was bound to get dragged into.

“Do you think we should hide from the monsters together again?” You asked him out of nowhere. He faced you with confusion evident on his face, then it melted into recognition and finally into a smile.

“Of course”

-

[liilaccc]

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Giyuu Tomioka!

ᡣ𐭩 ⊹˚. * ── ✿ ── . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

Y/N x Trainer!Giyuu

tw; adult reader, fluff, no suggestive

word count; 2692

Not proofread in the slightest

author's note: you're reluctantly taken under Giyuu's care for training, but you're snowed in. could have a continuation perhaps

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You head your way silently as you hear the soft and slow footsteps of the petite woman you walk beside. You can't recall whether she introduced yourself and you would never forgive yourself for asking.

After all she would be the person to somehow get you into Hashira training to finally exceed to the next rank.

"My name is Amane Ubuyashiki." She informs you as she walks with her hands tucked into her kimono's sleeves.

You take note and look up at the now flowering wisteria surrounding you as you walk on a hardly visible path. Your vision is obscured by pure lilac colors.

"Y/N. I know you know me already though. My master must have told you." You inform without real reason, you just felt rude not to humor her conversation despite the feeling that she knew just about everything about you. *Except for one thing*.

"Yes, I did speak with Urokodaki about you. He said you've exceeded well and always found yourself back in his company. I have heard good things." She flashes you a soft smile and you can't help but feel a fuzzy warmth in your chest as your gaze falls upon a large mansion.

Ubuyashiki Mansion.

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Once she led you inside you were met by a tall, silver haired man flashing a smile at you as you bowed, promptly recognizing him as a Hashira.

"Is she the new trainee? Oh, I'd love to train you but unfortunately my breathing technique is of no use to you. What a shame, I've never gotten to train a student of my own." He practically yelled howling of laughter at the last part as he guided Mrs. Ubuyashiki to a room as you followed behind.

The adrenaline in you burst into your veins in small rushes as you fell into a room that had such a powerful atmosphere you felt your knees buckle. The room was filled with men and women bearing the same uniform that shared a word in common, 'Destroy'.

"Good evening, Hashira. As of this time I would like to inform you that the master will not be attending this meeting. I will stand in place. Please sit and discuss our new trainee, Y/N L/N." The kind woman, Amane spoke, sitting down promptly and looking to the other settling conversation as the room buzzed down and left you sitting on a practical pedestal.

To you, it felt like an examination, they were deciding your fate, and it was the strangest feeling. Though after some time a tall man with broad shoulders beads wrapped around his calloused hands spoke almost too softly for his looks.

"What breathing technique do you use, young one?" He questioned in a low voice as the room filled with silence again waiting for your reply.

Your hands bunched at your uniform pants as you felt nervous with so many eyes but knew, this is what you wanted so desperately. So, stand up to the challenge.

"Water breathing, I trained in water breathing and have been considered to have mastered the technique." You reply, almost too meekly for your intents but soon that mental note left your mind as the room started to buzz with small conversation.

"Well, there is no way I could take you under my wing, I'm afraid." A man with a contagious smile and burning red hair commented.

"I'm not taking students." A smaller frame with bandages wrapped around his cheeks and mouth said shortly after, he didn't seem adapted to conversation.

"Giyuu, you haven't even acknowledged her yet. Wouldn't you think that *you* would be a better trainer?" A lady with purple shining hair said with a small smile referring to- Oh god.

You knew him, you knew that face, that hair, those eyes were different now but so very undoubtedly his. The boy left into your care during your final selection trial. The boy whose eye you made sure didn't perish that night. The boy who had lashed at you in anger after discovering his friend never made it.

"I'm not taking students either." He says shortly, snapping you out of your recognition as you look away. He most likely didn't recognize you after all these years anyways.

"None of us can afford students, you know that. We have important things we are doing currently so Giyuu-" The lady spoke again trying to persuade him

"I said no, I won't be taking her. I do not take students and never have." He snapped sharply getting up as he turned to leave, fixing his haori.

The silence was heavy as you nervously coughed looking out the window as a distraction from the oh so thick atmosphere.

"The master requested you teach her for three months, Tomioka." Amane spoke softly stopping him in his tracks as he processed before tightening his hand on the hilt on his hip before turning slightly

"She can stay for three months and if she requires more, send her to a different Hashira." He spoke as his words felt onto your head like icicles that formed on the roofs of your old home.

You felt like your fate was sealed, if you had an inch of self-respect, you would have either left or asked for a different trainer, but you suspected you were trapped.

You were now sitting on the floor of your room for the next three months in his rather small estate. The walls were barren and only a desk, futon, and fire stove were in the room. You did note the rack to rest your haori onto with a prepared kimono, you haven't a clue what for, resting on it.

You heard a knock before the door slid open with a small girl walking in, dressed in a uniform with the hood covering her face as she sat down beside you.

"It's good to see he's still accepting students. He had one once, but he left soon after out of...well. I think you will make for a better student for Giyuu-sensei." She spoke preparing your bedding as she paused between her sentences before returning.

You just hummed in response looking out the window at the moon.

"Dinner is late, he tends to eat in the night. You should join him tonight; he'll be eating soon." She commented, gesturing to the door fluffing your bedding.

You nodded thanking her shortly, taking you haori and resting it on the kimono before bowing and leaving your room and roaming hallways before finding a room dimly lit

You walked into it quietly looking towards the fire with Giyuu sitting next to it, eating quietly. You walked in and sat down across the fire as you dished yourself up.

The quiet was sickening, the only thing you could hear was the wind whipping the branches outside and at that moment you wanted to perish as your tongue felt swollen in your mouth and you couldn't think of a damn thing to say.

"I do not owe you anything." He said swallowing his food before taking another bite and it left you dumbfounded. What did that mean?

"I'm sorry, I don't understand." you responded plating rice

"You may think that I owe you something for fixing my eye that night, but I don't. I did my favors years ago." He chewed after he explained.

You snorted, disrespectfully even. He just glared at you with a hint of confusion in the eyes that carried the dark sea.

"What you're doing for me is a considerate thing, I'm lucky Mrs. Ubuyashiki told you that otherwise I'd have to spend another few months looking for a trainer. If anything *I* owe you." You stated taking your first bite and smiling softly at the savory taste on your tongue.

He stayed quiet as he finished his bowl and got up setting it down as he headed towards the doorway before stopping and fixing his haori

"You won't start training till next week, get acclimated to the new estate, my kakushi will help you with anything you need. Please refrain from seeking me out for anything, I'm busy." He spoke before exiting the room, leaving you alone as the fire crackled and popped.

You sighed finishing your food before setting your bowl down and laying down staring up at the moon through the window as you felt your eyelids started to weigh down and you drifted off slowly.

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You were still soundly asleep as Giyuu walked in before the sun rose and caught your soft breathing coursing through the room as he put the smoke from the hardly living fire before sitting next to you. He examined your expression before feeling his eyebrow twitch.

You were so careless; the room was cold enough to drop your body temperature and yet you still decided to sleep here?

He thought long and hard before rolling his eyes and picking you up and holding you on his shoulder, he was awkward with his movements, afraid of being disrespectful to your boundaries. He carried you to the room he designated to your stay and clicked his tongue at the dying embers of the fire before turning and heading to where he slept most nights he could.

He laid you down on the futon and checked to make sure the fire was hot enough to last till your wake before sliding the door closed and heading off.

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You stirred awake as you felt the presence of the sun around you, filling your face with illumination. You sat up and rubbed the sleep from your eyes before shaking your head and getting up roaming out of the room you were sleeping in. You wandered to the entrance of the mansion and your eyes widened as you slid the door opened and were hit with 3 feet of snow collapsing in as you quickly shut the door and looked out the near window and sighed seeing that you were snowed in, it was obviously soft given the deep footprints in the snow you concluded to be the water pillar's prints.

"I'm sorry, I live in mountains, so my estate gets snowed in often during the cold months." The sudden break of silence startled you as you looked back and nodded at Giyuu's words.

"I take it that leaving isn't much of an option?" You asked wiping the melting snow off the ground

Giyuu pulled your arm away gently finishing the job before nodding

"Yes, my kakushi will be back soon, we ran out of coal. She's insisted on going out, but I wouldn't recommend it." He said as he threw the towel to the small bin and walked to the window and sat in front of it.

You sat next to him silently, too nervous to even ask a question.

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You kept doing your own thing for the day but the inevitable cold crept onto you and you groaned as you let hot air warm your hands, you were curled under your bedding as you fiddled with your hands. It was probably 21 degrees inside; you were starting to get a headache from the cold. You heard a slide of a stiff door before looking over at Giyuu, wrapped in a kimono instead of his usual uniform as he leaned to sit in front of you.

"The crows tell me my kakushi has decided to stay at the bottom of the mountain where the village is, the snow has gotten worse and it's too difficult to make the trip back to us at the moment." He whispered, his voice soft and almost silky.

You nodded taking yourself out of the bedding and sitting up yawning as the cold nipped at your nose, you caught an apologetical glimpse of expression from Giyuu before sighing.

"Anything I can do? You're so cold, your knuckles are turning white." He whispered again frowning slightly.

"At this rate we'll freeze." You whispered looking at your breath disappear into the air and huffed again in frustration.

"It's nightfall, the temperature is dropping, if you're okay with it we can share a futon to trap our body heat together, it'll keep us warm enough to sleep." And although the very suggestion was so warming to your cheeks, he didn't even twitch an expression different from his slightly concerned but casual stare.

You nodded slowly moving slightly allowing him room to squeeze in. And he did as he took the hair tie out of his hair letting his hair fall over his shoulders before snaking in the bedding tucking it under his arm as he face opposite to you, your backs touched, and you felt his warmth compared to your chill and your cheeks felt so utterly hot that it suddenly didn't feel cold in the room anymore.

You tried so hard to sleep but your face wasn't flushed anymore, and your body shook from the cold as you desperately tried to stay still. You were pretty sure Giyuu was asleep now but if he wasn't, he'd probably leave due to fact you just couldn't stay still. It had probably been hours now and the night was colder and darker as you couldn't see a thing in the room now.

"You're shivering, still freezing over there?" He whispered, his voice hoarse. And you felt your heart drop as he was in fact still awake.

"Sorry." Was all you could mutter as you felt your face heat again in embarrassment as your mind raced with inconveniences you caused him these past few hours.

"Can I turn around?" He whispered hesitantly and you nodded shortly against his back before you felt him shuffle himself around to face your back and felt him press against you, attempting to warm you and he paused as he felt your chilling figure.

"You're freezing, jeez- Can I hug you? It might help."

You had to imagine that. That was just not something that he would say, ever. But you nod just to risk the fact you might not be imagining it and you stopped breathing when he held you closer pressing you flat against his chest.

"Sorry if this is uncomfortable, I just want to make sure you don't freeze anymore" he whispered against the nape of your neck, the hot air sending shivers down your spine as you nodded slowly

The position was awkward, and you didn't know what to do, you should sleep but it was all too much, how could you? After what felt like hours, you were sure he was asleep, and you felt your tensed muscles loosen as you leaned back slowly. His black locks slipped over your neck, and you smiled softly as it tickled slightly. It was so strange how you had hardly known him but still felt so comfortable in that grasp. Maybe it was the cold?

You felt him tighten his grip around your waist that was previously a lazy wrap. He pressed his forehead against the back of your head, and you felt the soft and slow breaths. You smiled faintly at that and decided on impulse to turn around. You slowly and gently turn your body and press against his chest as you wrap your arms around his torso.

"Cold? That's okay..." He whispered placing a hand in your hair scratching at your scalp gently making sure to not tangle your hair. His other hand moved from your waist to your lower back, and you felt his rough palms rub gentle circles as if to create heat for you.

"You'll be alright, I've got you." He whispered in your ear and your body felt weak as you felt butterflies flutter deep in your stomach and you just couldn't help but bury your face into his kimono.

"Get some sleep." He instructed and you could hear the small grin in the way he talked and despite everything you felt your eyes flutter shut as sleep drifted into your distracted head.

Leaving you alone with Giyuu Tomioka, the water pillar, coldest Hashira grinning as he held you close enough you two could melt into each other.

Maybe training with him for three months isn't going to be that bad after all.

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author's note: hope yall liked it :D

[hermusicpersona]

If Sabito lived.

-Him and Giyuu both became incredibly strong. They fully mastered Water Breathing and still had identical matching hilt-guards for their swords.

-A young, confident man, gentle at heart. Sabito is mature and playful only sometimes, he inspires safety to those he saves. He might seem tough, but he has a kind gaze. Giyuu grows up into a gentle man, with a soft smile and blue, sparkling eyes. There s no cloud of sorrow that follows him wherever he goes.

-Sabito becomes the Water Hashira, yet he refuses to attend the meetings without Giyuu.

-The Master, Kagaya, has no issue with this. He prioritizes the bonds and friendship between the demon slayers more than the actual rules, so he welcomes Giyuu at every Hashira meeting next to Sabito.

-When Sabito became the Water Hashira, Giyuu was with him in front of the Master. It was Sabito himself who declared that anything and any duty he has, Giyuu will do it with him.

-The title belongs to Sabito, yes, but the responsibilty is shared with Giyuu. The Pillars, the Master and the rest of the high-rank demon slayers know that the "Water Hashira" is them both. They know to take orders from them both, and to answer to their commands in missions.

-Sabito and Giyuu train their Tsugukos together. And of course, they save Tanjiro and Nezuko together, just like Giyuu would ve done on his own. They didn't need to discuss it beforehand, they just shared a look and knew. They will protect those kids.

-Sabito is always having a blast training Tanjiro. The first time the Water Pillar smiled at him was when the red haired boy managed to land a scratch on him for the first time. Coincidentally, it was right on the centre of his fox mask.

-Giyuu spars with Tanjiro almost everyday, and he himself has come with the idea that they also take Zenitsu and Inosuke as Tsugukos. Partially because Inosuke became obsessed with him after Giyuu saved him from the spider demon. Even while idolizing Giyuu, Inosuke somehow dislikes Sabito. It s comical to watch the boy follow Giyuu around everywhere while snarling at Sabito. (Sabito pretends not to, but he takes it more seriously than he likes to admit.)

-It was Sabito and Giyuu who taught Zenitsu to stop being a coward and scream all the time (before the letter). They taught him how to be a man, just like Sabito once taught Giyuu.

-At the Hashira meeting, Giyuu actually pushed Obanai back from Tanjiro in front of everyone, while Sabito only stopped from attacking Sanemi because the Master arrived. Giyuu and Sabito are the most dangerous when protecting something together (like they always do).

-Urokodaki refers to them as "his boys" and has called them "his pride" more than once. He has raised them to always fight together, after all, so it s natural that the position of Water Pillar goes to them both.

-Sabito and Giyuu both attached their Tengu masks from the Final Selection at their belt. They always wear them.

-None of them makes a decision without the other. And even if they do, they know it was probably the same the other one would ve decided anyway.

-Urokodaki actually shed tears and hugged both of their heads to his chest when they came home from the Final Selection, both alive and well.

-I also don t have to add that the female Kakushi and demon slayers have trouble breathing for a bit when they pass by, both of them walking with their heads up and hands resting on their swords. Damn.

[theres-a-body-here]

Brewing up something malicious 😈😈😈

A.K.A Thanacon needs to fuck every old man in media that's remotely daddy

Should be ready at 1pm

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Ooo~ Hi! Can I please have a Record of Ragnarok x Giyuu!Reader fluff and comfort

Like Maybe Reader tells the others their backstory and how they met Urokodaki and about Sabito and his Sister. Like Urokodaki is good parent. Shinjuro needs lessons from Urokodaki and Adam. 👍

-Your past is something that you had always had a hard time talking about with others, it was a dark time in your life, even more so when you lost all your friends, or at least most of them, against Muzan and his forces, when you were alive on Earth.

-It was the time before becoming a Hashira that you didn’t like talking to others about, at least until you made friends, true friends, in fellow swordsmen Okita and Susanoo, who both loved your technique with your breathing style, as they had never seen anything like it before.

-You thought they were both weirdos, when you first met them, as they were both begging you to spar with them, after seeing you training. You thought they were picking on you as well, as you believed nobody would be friends with you- that nobody liked you.

-You learned this was false, it was a lie your brain was telling you, trying to make you feel less guilty for the death of your sister and best friend. They did like you- they wanted to spend time with you, they wanted to be friends with you.

-They thought you were odd as well, as you were so stoic at times, but as they got to know the real you, they realized you were just a damaged person, one who had to grow up too quickly, but they never pushed you on your past, other than what you were willing to share about Muzan and those you lost.

-It was a moonlit drinking party when you felt so calm, so at peace. It felt like when you met Tanjiro- everything felt like it was going to be all right.

-When Okita questioned you about your haori, as it was a rather odd pattern, you surprised them both, looking up at the moon above, telling them of Urokodaki, who trained both you and Sabito, who was your best friend.

-You were both training to become Demon Slayer apprentices, and you fully believed that Sabito was the better of the two of you- he was perfect. And then he was killed, taken from you, and you got his spot in the corps, and later becoming a Hashira, “It was never my spot- it was always his.” They could only look at you with sympathy, realizing that you had survivor’s guilt.

-When you told them about your sister, who was going to be married, before she too was killed by a demon, because you weren’t strong enough at the time to deal with it, you told them you always blamed yourself for her death.

-Your haori was a blend of both your sister and Sabito, your reminders of what you failed to do, and what you took.

-Susanoo was about scold you, calling you an idiot as you weren’t at fault for their deaths, but you spoke again, surprising them both, “It was a young boy, who helped me realize it wasn’t my fault- I just made it my fault so I could continue. When I realized it, I felt like they were both there, telling me to live my life now and to not dwell on the past.”

-Okita grinned, bumping his shoulder into your own, “That’s good you realized it. Now you’re here in Valhalla- that proves that you’re a worthy person.” His words were comforting, as you gave him a small smile, thanking him as the three of you toasted your glasses to the moon above.

-You decided, the following morning as you were extremely hungover, that you were never going to drink with them again.

[giggly-squiggily]

Candy Heart Valentine Event 2025 (Masterlist) **A-M**

Y'all this gif HOLY-I'm going to cry it's so SOFT! Major credit to @/transrightsyamaguchi for this beautiful gif!

Here are the first half of the dabbles written for the Candy Heart Event! :D Thank you all once again for participating and enjoying the dabbles with me! :D

Full Masterlist

Chainsaw Man

Puppy Love (Lee!Angel, Ler!Aki)

Cupid Parasite

Say Yes, Hot Stuff (Switches!Lynette, Allan)

Big Windup

Sweet Pea (Lee!Mihashi, Ler!Abe)

Black Clover

Angel + I Love You (Lee!Mereoleona, Ler!Noelle)

Be My Valentine (Lee!Asta, Ler!Liebe)

Bestie (Lee!Asta, Ler!Yami)

Blue Lock

Babydoll (Lee!Chigiri, Ler!Kunigami)

Be Mine, Hot Stuff (Lee!Isagi, Ler!Kunigami)

Cutie (Lee!Rin, Ler!Bachira)

Darling (Lee!Rin, Ler!Sae)

Darling (Lee!Sae, Ler!Shidou)

Kiss Me (Lee!Chigiri, Ler!Isagi)

Me + You (Lee!Rin, Ler!Sae)

Me + You (Lee!Rin, Lers!Shidou, Bachira, Isagi)

Hug (Chigiri, Lers!Karasu, Eita)

I’m Yours (Lee!Reo, Ler!Nagi)

I Love You (Switches!Bachira, Chigiri)

Lovebug (Lee!Rin, Ler!Isagi)

Soul Mate (Lee!Hiori, Lers!Isagi, Nanase)

Soul Mate, XOXO (Lee!Isagi, Ler!Bachira)

Sweetheart (Lee!Rin, Ler!Sae)

Buddy Daddies

Adore, Cupid (Lee!Rei, Lers!Kazuki, Miri)

Bungo Stray Dogs

Always and Forever (Lee!Fyodor, Ler!Dazai)

Be My Valentine (Lee!Chuuya, Ler!Dazai)

Hug + Be My Valentine (Lee!Poe, Ler!Ranpo)

Love Bug (Lee!John, Ler!Lovecraft)

Sweetheart (Switches!Chuuya, Tachibana)

True Love (Lee!John, Ler!Lovecraft)

Danganronpa

Angel (Togami x Lee!Reader)

I love you (Lee!Kiyotaka x Reader)

Smile (Lee!Shuichi, Ler!Kokichi)

Sweetheart (Lee!Leon, Ler!Makoto)

Demon Slayer

Always and Forever, Miss You, Sweetheart (Lee!Giyu x Reader)

Always and Forever (Switches!Nezuko, Shinobu, Ler!Gyomei)

Angel (Lee!Rengoku, Ler!Giyu)

Babydoll, Darling (Lee!Giyu x Reader)

Bestie (Lee!Sabito, Ler!Urokodaki)

Babydoll (Lee!Obanai, Lers!Mitsuri, Karabumaru)

Cutie (Lee!Muichiro, Ler!Tanjiro)

Cutie + I Love You (Tengen x Familial!Reader, Sanemi)

It’s Love (Lee!Giyu, Ler!Tsutako)

Miss You (Lee!Obanai, Ler!Rengoku)

Only You (Genya x Lee!Reader)

Puppy Love (Lee!Kokyuki, Ler!Hakuji)

True Love + Miss You (Lees!Tanjiro, Senjuro, Ler!Rengoku)

Dr. Stone

Bestie (Lee!Gen, Ler!Senku)

Me + You (Lee!Tsukasa, Ler!Senku)

Only You (Lees!Gen, Senku, Ler!Kohaku)

Soul Mate + Be Mine (Switches!Kohaku, Nikki)

Sweet Pea + Only You (Lee!Chrome, Ler!Senku)

Free! Iwatobi Swim Club

Miss You (Rin, Gou)

Fruits Basket

Kiss Me (Lee!Tohru, Ler!Kyo)

Kiss Me (Lee!Yuki, Ler!Tohru)

Me + You (Lee!Tohru, Ler!Kyo)

Haikyuu!!

Be Mine (Suna x Platonic!Lee!Reader)

Darling (Ler!Suna x Platonic!Reader)

Hot Stuff (Lee!Sugawara, Ler!Daichi)

Love Bug (Lee!Suga, Ler!Daichi)

Puppy Love (Ler!Suna x Platonic!Reader)

True Love (Lee!Kageyama, Ler!Hinata)

Hunter x Hunter

Sweet Pea (Switches!Leorio, Gon)

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure

Cutie (Lee!Polnareff, Ler!Avdol)

Love Bug (Lee!Okuyasu, Ler!Josuke)

Me + You (Lee!Fugo, Ler!Mista)

Miss You (Rohan x Lee!Reader)

Jujutsu Kaisen

Angel, True Love (Lee!Geto, Ler!Nanami)

I Love You (Lee!Megumi, Ler!Gojo)

Say Yes + Sweet Pea (Lee!Yuji, Ler!Gojo)

True Love + Soul Mate (Switches!Todo, Yuki)

Moriarty The Patriot

Be My Valentine + Hug + True Love (Lee!William, Ler!Louis, Albert)

Baby Doll + Puppy Love (Lee!Sherlock, Ler!William)

Hug, Darling (Lee!William, Ler!Sherlock)

Say Yes + Be Mine (Lee!Bonde, Ler!Moran)

Say Yes + Darling (Lee!Albert, Ler!Mycroft)

True Love (Bonde x Lee!Reader)

My Hero Academia

I Love You (Lee!Dabi, Ler!Shigaraki)

I Love You (Lee!Shinsou, Ler!Aizawa)

It’s Love (Lee!Mirio, Ler!Sir Nighteye)

Miss you (Lee!Mirio, Ler!Sir Nighteye)

Miss You (Lee!Midoriya, Ler!Todoroki)

Miss You (Lee!Todoroki, Ler!Bakugou)

Puppy Love (Switches!Shinsou, Midoriya)

Say Yes + True Love (Bakugou x Platonic!Reader)

True Love + Me + You (Lees!Mirko, Ms. Joke, Ler!Mei)

True Love (Lee!Aizawa, Ler!Mic)

[sunandflame]

Shards of Glass, Chapter 3

Summary: Kyojuro Rengoku, History Teacher on the Kimetsu Academy, is constantly having strange dreams about a Slayer who looks exactly like him. He thinks nothing of it until he recognizes a very specific person from these dreams and feels a very unique connection to her.

Pairing: History Teacher Kyojuro x Teacher Fem!Reader

Trope: Reincarnation / Sequel to Flame and Water (can be stand-alone)

Word Count: 1678

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A new job meant a fresh start and that was never really her strong point as it was always associated with chaos. Nervousness was her constant companion in such situations but this time she was full of hope, knowing that Giyuu, her distant cousin and childhood friend, would be working with her. That had given her confidence. Just knowing that he was there near her calmed her anxiety immensely. Especially when everyone came up to greet her. Giyuu had always been her pillar of support, her refuge of calm, the one who could keep her unfounded fears at bay.

But after a week she was worried that Giyuu didn’t have it as easy here as she had thought. Of course she knew about his habit that he hated talking while he was eating his dinner. It was the most normal thing for her, but who would have known that it caused such a misunderstanding that the teachers thought he was arrogant? If only they knew that he was the exact opposite - if only they knew how many times had she, Sabito, or Urokodaki-san cheered him up because he thought so lowly of himself. Of course, Sanemi and Obanai couldn't know that because Giyuu was not someone who talked about himself. Oh what a dilemma, she thought to herself and let out a long sigh.

“What’s troubling you so much?” The biology teacher looked at her with a tilted head. Kanae was someone who she enjoyed talking to in the past few days. Be it because of the similar schedule or because they were both the only women or just because they got along well.

“Oh, it's nothing.” She gave her a weak smile that wouldn’t even convince herself. Of course that was a lie. A lot of things were going through her head. Giyuu's unpopularity was just the tip of the iceberg. There were so many things going through her head that she sometimes worried about forgetting stuff. 

One of those things was the blonde man who had stirred up her feelings since day one. It was as if she knew him from somewhere. As if there was a connection between them that she had forgotten but he seemed to know about, but of course she was not sure about that. She had spent the last week trying to figure out how she might know him, but she couldn't figure it out. It was as if he came from a long-forgotten memory. She didn't know his name or what class he was teaching because he hadn't even bothered to introduce himself to her. He probably hated her and she would have liked to know why. Even Sanemi was super friendly towards her when he joined her and Kanae's conversation. The only thing the blonde and Y/N did was glance at each other in the very brief transitional moments between classes.

“Can I ask you something, Kanae?”

"Yes, of course."

She leaned in and whispered now, not wanting anyone else to hear her next words. “I have a feeling he,” she nodded towards him, “doesn’t like me very much.”

The young woman with the long black hair looked surprised when she realized who she was talking about. “Are you talking about Rengoku-san, the history teacher?”

“So that’s his name… He didn’t even introduce himself to me.” She slumped her shoulders, discouraged.

Kanae looked at her in confusion. “I can’t quite believe that. Rengoku-san is one of the nicest and most popular teachers here at the Kimetsu Academy. He always has a smile on his face and there is no one he does not like and no one who does not like him.” She now looked over at the history teacher who was correcting the students' papers. His gaze was focused. The circles under his eyes had a darker shade than usual. “But I have to say that he is behaving out of character lately. It’s not normal for him to be so quiet.”

“So it's because of me after all…”

“Maybe he's just a little stressed. I wouldn't take it personally.” Kanae gave her an apologetic smile. “I am sorry, but I have to rush to my next class. It’s an advanced course and these students don't like waiting. It makes you wonder who the teacher is and who the students are.” She giggled as she walked out and Y/N could only watch her in silence until her eyes flickered back to the blonde man. She couldn’t match the image that Kanae had just described with the one she had in front of her eyes. She really should let it go and focus on other things, but her curiosity towards this man was too great.

“He does not bite, you know?”

"Excuse me?" She gave the tall white-haired man, who had introduced himself to her as Tengen Uzui a few days ago, a surprised look.

“You are constantly staring at him like you want something from him. Kyojuro is the nicest guy around here. You can easily talk to him if you want to.”

She hadn't realized she'd been staring at him and her heart was nearly beating out of her chest. She felt like a deer caught in headlights, but that wasn't what made her heart pound. It was his first name that awakened something in her. “Kyojuro…” Her voice was quiet. She literally breathed it to herself, but he heard it, his whole body shuddered and his head snapped towards her as if he hadn't known they were in the same room. Their eyes met and he did not take his eyes off her. Not even when he rounded his desk and came straight towards her. She felt the heat forming on her cheeks and it didn't get any better when he gave her a big smile as he approached her.

“Hello, Y/N! You called for me?”

“Oh, no I did not! Tengen was actually talking about you-” She turned her head to him just to notice that he had vanished and left them alone. “Oh, he was here just a moment ago.”

“You were talking about me with Tengen?” Kyojuro’s eyebrow raised in amusement, watching how she got all nervous and flustered as she started to fidget with her hands. This habit of hers seemed very familiar to him. It was like he had seen it before in a dream and the urge to hold her hand, knowing that it would calm her down, was strong. 

But of course he did not do it, and then he noticed her necklace and his eyes widened. It was the same necklace he had seen years ago through a window of a jewelry shop. It was the exact same handmade piece that had captivated him and that started those dreams about her. 

Y/N blushed when she noticed how he kept staring at her cleavage, but then realized it was not the cleavage but the necklace he was looking at. 

“I am sorry but where did you get this?”

She reached for the pendant. “This one? Oh, I bought it a while ago when I was in town.”

“You bought it yourself?” Why was he happy to hear that she had bought it herself and not someone else, like a boyfriend? An unexpected hope blossomed within him.

“Yes, I love water lilies and have a very fond memory with them so I needed to get it for myself to always remind me of it.” 

It was an old childhood memory with Giyuu where they both messed around and took turns playing catch and then hide and seek, and Y/N ended up diving and hiding in the pond, making the young boy look for her everywhere. And when she emerged there was a water lily on her head and Giyuu had looked at her with wide eyes before he started laughing, which had made her pull him into the pond too and laugh at him. Both ended up laughing the whole way back home. Both were drenched and got scolded but it was worth the fun they had and the water lily reminded her of that.

And while she was reveling in her brief memory and smiling wistfully, she hadn't noticed how Kyojuro was watching her with a slight blush, noticing how beautiful her smile actually was.

An awkwards silence occurred for a short moment and she tried to break it by asking the first thing that came into her mind. “I - uhm I heard you are really popular with the students and that they all have good grades. This is like a dream for a teacher, how do you do that?”

“You want me to teach you how I teach my students?” The history teacher raised one of his bushy eyebrows and smiled. It looked like he was teasing her in a way.

“I mean if it's not a problem for you of course. I can understand if you don’t wanna share your secrets with me.” A slight blush emerged on her cheeks, not sure how far she can go with it.

“No! That is of course not the case, of course I will tell you my secrets!” The blond man started to blush and face-palmed himself to hide his mad blush of how suggestive that sounded. He straightened himself and bowed politely. “This is way overdue, but how about we start again, since I did not have the opportunity to introduce myself. Hello, my name is Kyojuro Rengoku and I am the history teacher at the Kimetsu Academy. It’s nice to meet you!”

His voice was loud, but also pleasant. She liked his approach to their situation and all her previous doubts that he might hate her or think ill of her disappeared in that moment when she also bowed politely. “Hello, and my name is Y/N L/N. I am the new English teacher here.”

They both smiled and started to have a regular conversation that Tengen watched from afar. He felt oddly accomplished as the perfect wingman for his best buddy.