#genya drabble

[chee-shep]

hi idk if you accept something along the lines of one shots

it’s in regards to your teen pregnancy Drabble but can I please request a plot that goes something along the lines of sanemi finding out on the 6th month of y/n pregnancy and scolding genya, and whether he rejects or accepts it, it’s up to you.

But I thank you again for reading my message.😊❤️🤞🏼✨

Ah, thank you for the request! Sorry it took so long to do! I wasn't to sure how to make Sanemi in this one, but I think his attitude is alright. I can see Sanemi being upset with Genya, but I don't think he can be too angry with a pregnant woman XD

“This is more exhausting than I thought it’d be.” You said as you sat down on the engawa of the butterfly mansion. You were six months into your pregnancy with Genya and were starting to feel the weight of it all, literally and physically. You’d always been a hard worker, always on the move and doing everything you could. But now, carrying this baby meant you couldn’t do that anymore.

You eagerly turned your head when you heard footsteps, thinking Genya had returned so he could accompany you for your next check-up with Shinobu, but it wasn’t him. Walking down the engawa was a white haired man, covered in scars with lavender eyes. It took you a moment to realize that this might be Genya’s older brother.

You hadn’t seen Samei before, only having a description from Genya. Despite all the scary things you’ve heard from core members about the Wind Hashira, Genya’s description was always different. He always described how they were as children, along with his regret for lashing out at the time of their mother’s death.

While meeting your partner’s family would usually be considered a normal, or even a wonderful, occasion you weren’t so sure about it. The irritated look on Sanemi’s face made it clear to you that if there was a good time to introduce yourself, now was not that time. As he turned into the mansion and walked away, you felt yourself relax a bit.

But that relaxation was short lived as you heard a voice call out.

“(Y/N)!”

Turning your head you saw Genya coming towards you, a little battered from his last battle but happy to see you. He rushed over, helping you stand up before embracing you. During the hug you debated if you should ask about Sanemi. Should you mention that you think you saw him? As you mind raced, Genya took notice. “Hey, are you okay?”

Deciding that now wasn't a good time for a family reunion, you shook your head and smiled at him. “I’m fine, Genya, just feeling a little tired.” You said as he kissed your forehead, looking a bit relieved after hearing your excuse. After taking your hand the two of you walked to find Shinobu, aware that the Wind Hashira was watching the two of you from a distance.

The check-up with Shinobu was routine, making sure that the way you felt was normal, along with the advice that it’d be best if you didn’t find out if the baby would inherit Genya’s demon consumption abilities. As the check-up concluded Shinobu made a strange comment, “You’re doing fine (Y/N), but it seems you two have a visitor waiting. Are you coming in, Shinazugawa?”

Genya stiffened up as Shinobu got up and left the room. And since she had called Sanemi out for eavesdropping, he didn’t have much of a choice to at least make some kind of interaction. Telling himself to keep it brief, he stepped into the room with a stern look as he stared down Genya, not focusing too much on you.

Sanemi’s stern expression hid his internal conflict. While he was happy his little found love and that he was going to become an uncle, he couldn’t help but feel a bit frusterated. Maybe he had been hoping Genya would have been a bit more responsible, but this was a 16 year old after all, and he could help but wonder if he had been around more maybe this wouldn’t be happening with him so young.

He couldn’t really be too mad at you since well… he wouldn’t want to make the only person his little brother had so close to feel like she’d made a mistake about being with him. While Genya and Sanemi’s interactions could usually be described as tense and verbally rough, but right now Sanemi could only bite his tongue. You were pregnant and he didn’t want to cause too much stress and make a scene.

Genya knew that another attempt to reconcile wouldn’t be good right now since he could tell how nervous you were. Trying to remain as relaxed as possible he introduced you to Sanemi, mentioning that you had three months left.

Sanemi didn’t say much, nodding everytime Genya went into more detail, the conversation lasting longer than you thought. Genya gave Sanemi the chance to speak, but he seemed to keep his mouth shut. His emotions left him feeling torn, and so there was only one line he could get out without taking it too far, “You two should’ve been a bit more carefull.”

And with that, Sanemi turned around, heading for the door to leave. As he was leaving you couldn’t help but ask, “Won’t you come back and say hello to the baby after it’s born?” It probably wasn’t a good thing to ask, and you had no idea what the hell compelled you to ask. Genya tensed up as you asked that, looking at you out the corner of his eye as if you were crazy.

But the response the white haired hot-head gave surprised you both…

“I’ll think about it.”

It’s been a while since I’ve written a drabble/one shot. I accidentally started writing like I do with Character AI a few times XD

[immortalityriver]

Hii, saw your Genya HCS and I love it so much! Is it okay to write HCs of Genya as a overprotective boyfriend with a GN reader? (Fluff)

I hope you have a great day and take care of yourself :)

AWWW YES. i've been really busy with family lately so i'm not sure when this was sent in.

i'm also working on another ask, that should be out soon too!!

gn!reader/fluff

au; original

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Genya never saw himself as someone who would make a good partner.

he thought he was an alright person, but love? relationships?? he never had time to put those things into consideration.

the minute he met you, though? he found his thoughts were plagued. absolutely plagued.

he doesn't fall often, he falls hard.

a gentle lover, regardless of how big and scary people view him. he isn't all too great at expressing himself emotionally, nor his affection due to his shyness but he tries his very best all for you!

but he has no problem expressing how worried sick he is.

you're both demon slayers, same rank, same final selection, fully capable of defending yourself as well as him with one arm if needed.

and yet he wields the power to sicken himself half to death like no other. every time you're gone off on a mission and he simply can't be with you.

the moment you get back he's up on his feet prying about the mission, asking how it went, lots of "did you get hurt??" and "come lie down." before you're whisked away and practically held captive until he's sure you're unharmed.

he's protective in more ways than one, his jealousy often getting the better of him even if he's been assured countless times

he's almost too embarrassed to act on it, but his frustration exceeds his shame most of the time and he can't bite back his tongue much longer.

his rage isn't directed toward you, always the guy that had the tiniest chance of swooning you, in a different universe. maybe.

"..i don't like that guy." with a twitch in his expression and you already know what he's trying to get at.

"neither do i. you don't have anything to worry about, Genya."

he sighs, his shoulders dropping a little bit.

"..Come on." you bap his shoulder lightly, "you know as well as i do that i couldn't replace you. not for anything."

genya seems to have mixed opinions on that at first, his features softening when you reach out to hold his hand

"..i know." he murmurs, intertwining his fingers alongside yours, "it's stupid, sorry."

he can't ever seem to stay mad for long, though.

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[sluttysanemi]

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

GENYA SHINAZUGAWA

a/n: ok this is sort of clunky ‘n all over the place but whatevaa. indulge in genya bein’ the teenage boy he is:((

c/w: non-sexual nudity, brief description of injury.

You and Genya travel together through the barren woods, beneath the moonlit sky. The trees are twisted and gnarled, with branches resembling skeletal fingers. The air is dense with the aroma of moist earth and decay, contributing to the forest's ominous aura. 

The air periodically whistles about, among the distant chirping of crickets.

Upon concluding your session of patrol, you revert to your allocated, shared cabin. 

However, as consequence of your negligence within combat, a fresh, piercing wound emerged across your stomach, concealed beneath your palm. Blood seeps through your fingertips and coats your apparel in a rich crimson. 

You reflect serenely on your circumstance. You are reluctant, and perhaps humiliated to share your condition, but you consider it as the best approach. Overlooking the wound may result in infection. 

You spoke. 

“Sorry, I– bruised myself.”, you murmured. “Is there a river we could stop by? Jus’ to clean it.”

Genya seems troubled, frowning towards you. His eyes narrow as he evaluates your statement. 

“What? Yeah… we can. There’s a riverbank, just over there.” He countered, diverting their path to a nearby stream.

– 

As you drew near, the gurgle of running water broke the calm of the woodland.

Genya sits upon a smooth, broad stone near to the river's side.

You observe the crystal-like stream. The water rushes slowly across polished boulders, reflecting the moonlight in a vibrant array of colours.

Your fingers curl to your uniform, gradually lifting it upwards. You reveal the slender, freshly carved wound across your abdomen. Blood trickles along your flesh.

Genya averts his vision, appearing bashful and flustered as he observes the delicate skin of your abdomen. Attempting to preserve his composure. 

Eventually, he perceives the long, newly formed injury. He grimaces

“Shit…”, he cursed, his brows furrowing. “How’d you get that?”

You direct your glance to him, flushing faintly in shame. 

“...I sort of slacked. That’s all.”, You declared, attempting to explain yourself.

A brief pause.

“It’s… probably best if I undress.”, you began slowly. “Jus’ to let it clear beneath the stream. D’you mind if I?--”

Genya hesitates, biting his tongue. He senses his complexion reddening at the thought, but he encourages himself to remain composed.

“..yeah… sure… Go ahead," he grumbled quietly. 

Your back to him, you cautiously unclothe, discarding the blood-stained uniform from your body. As you let the fabric fall to the ground, an easing sense of relief pours over you.

 You steadily descend beneath the water, the scrape gradually clearing within the stream. The water envelopes you in its dark grasp. 

Genya glances elsewhere awkwardly, attempting to preserve a stern demeanour. His body stiffens as numerous beads of sweat fall along the surface of his skin. His breath caught in his throat.

“Is… the water cold?”, he asks hestitantly, swallowing dryly. 

You cast a glimpse at him, over your shoulder. “Slightly, but it is bearable.”, you reply quietly. “Almost soothing.”

You contemplate a proposal whilst listening to the night's critters. You remarked once more.

“Maybe you’d… like to join me?”, You inquired, peering intently towards him. 

He blinks, his cheeks developing an ominous red. His fingers twitch faintly. 

“...Are– Are you sure?”, He struggles with his speech. He lingers before swallowing, beginning to undress. He folds his uniform and lays it upon a nearby rock. A crisp breeze glides against his exposed skin.

“There’s a small bottle of disinfectant in the pocket of my uniform.”, you briskly recall. “I had bought it just in case. Could you bring it with you?”  , 

“...Yeah,” He responded gently, stepping over to your clothing and retrieving a miniature glass bottle from the pocket.

He approaches you, seating near the shore of the river. The container is in his hand. He glances at you, somewhat hesitant and shy. 

You peer between the glass and his expression. Your cheeks flushed once more. 

“You… wouldn’t mind…”, you whisper, attempting to gather your sentence. “It’s just– if I do it, i’ll be too gentle with myself, ‘n won’t clear it properly.”

His cheeks heat with your query, and the notion of his hands contacting your flesh... His mind is conflicted, yearning to sustain his calm. 

“Y–Yeah… I can do it…”, He responds, seizing the bottle and unscrewing its lid. 

You situate yourself on the river's ledge, exhibiting your wound. The expanse of water below mirrors the moon's fragile light, creating an atmosphere of tranquilly. 

Your fingers tread and trail through the greenery as you observe the firebugs dancing inelegantly. The flickering insects illuminate the gloom, culminating in a captivating show of lucency and movement. The crickets croak idly. 

Genya's gaze is fixed on the wound, staring to it. He raises up the container and spills a small bit of the transparent liquid over his fingertips. The fluid feels frigid on his skin. 

He slowly draws closer to you, shuddering slightly as a cold runs up his spine.

“..This might sting,"  he announced gently. He lays his hand upon your stomach, meticulously caressing and examining the injury. His touch is assertive, his demeanour attentive.

Exhale a hefty, pained breath through your lips, attempting to attain a sense of serenity.

 Your hand skimmed along his bicep. A pleasant warmth brushes against your fingertips.

He feels your touch to his arm, and he promptly peers to your visage, his expression beaming scarlet. Your proximity ignited a surge of emotions in him.   

He’s swift to shift his focus back to the wound, ignoring the sensation of her grasp upon his body. The warmth of your contact lingered on his flesh. 

“Sorry,” He murmurs, as he pours an additional portion of the disinfectant, carefully cleaning the incision. The fragrance of antiseptic permeates the space, merging with the metallic tinge of blood.

Your fingertips trace easing patterns on his back in a bid to divert your focus.

“...’S alright. Thanks for doin’ this.”, you spoke tenderly. 

He bites into his tongue once more, an almost strangled sound emerges from his lips. He tries to retain his poise, but your fingers sketching soft lines upon his body's surface renders it strenuous. His breathing quickens, his chest rising and sinking, putting out a considerable lot of effort to ignore your touch. 

“...Yeah.”, he replied lowly, his voice almost strained. 

Your fingertips continue to trace the crevices of his muscles, brushing his scars. You feel the coarse texture of his skin beneath your fingertips, your expression compassionate.

Genya shudders as your hands skim the ridges  on his skin. He attempts to breathe steadily, but he can feel his composure sliding with each stroke of your fingers. His face is flushed with a deep scarlet, and his eyes are adhered to your open flesh, willfully avoiding your glance.

 He finishes cleansing the wound, gently puncturing the region surrounding the injury. His expression almost relieved. 

Your thumbs glide to his hair, caressing the dark curls. The delicate strands flow through your fingers, and you can feel the warmth of his temple beneath your touch.

“...’S it lookin’ okay?”, You enquire, your chest heaving. 

Genya's gaze flickers to you momentarily before reverting to the body of water.

“Yeah… it’s lookin’ alright.”, he replied, his tone breathier. He took a deep breath, wiping sweat from his brow.

“You got a bandage then? Don’ wanna ruin your work.”, you continued. Your hands lay idly on your lap. 

He nods, reaching over to his pile of garments. “..Yeah, I’ve got one.”, he says, rummaging through his uniform, before retrieving  an unopened roll of fabric bandages. 

You observe quietly, grateful for his attentive care. His presence exudes an appeasing warmth, his mannerisms unusually delicate.

Your gaze trailing to the crystalline ripples of the stream, savouring the serenity of the sight. The calm murmuring of the river soothes every sense.

Genya returns to you, unravelling the roll of gauze and gently encasing it around the wound. His fingers work carefully, taking care not to overtighten the fabric while still ensuring that it stays in place. His knuckles periodically brush against your skin, and his breathing is slow and deliberate, his heart thundering in his chest. The tension between them is apparent, an unspoken connection humming beneath the surface.

As he laboured, you renewed your focus on the numerous scars that adorned his body. The jagged lines and faded marks stood in sharp contrast to the compassion with which he now cared for your wound, exhibiting an element of tenderness that he rarely exhibited.

“..You’re too rough on yourself, y’know. You’ve got too many scars.”, you remarked, sympathetically. 

He pauses for awhile following your comment, his gaze flickering up to your face. He exhales dryly as he continues to carefully wrap the bandage around the wound, his fingers working slower than before. The vicinity is filled with strained silence, punctuated by the erratic sound of fabric being pulled taut.

"..I'm fine.." is all he can say, his voice subdued and raspy.

You pause, observing him keenly. You grasp his hand and trace the scuffed skin. 

“You promise?”, you persisted. 

His breath jerks, your delicate touch renders it onerous to express himself clearly.

 He swallows dryly and nods slightly, his cheeks flushing as he struggles to regulate his heartbeat, which is striking against his chest. He attempts to gather his words.

“Yeah… yeah, I promise…” He replies, his voice slightly hoarse.

You nod, acknowledging his words. “Okay.”, you whispered, glaring to his flustered expression.

As he concludes wrapping his bandage over your injuries, a sense of serenity emerges. Under the silvery sky, you appreciate the beauty of the present. The subtle rustling of foliage and distant chirping of crickets create an oasis of peace, allowing you to temporarily forget about the discomfort. 

“...Genya?”

His gaze meets yours. He nods subtly, as he listens intently. 

“...I meant what I said. This meant a lot to me.”, you said truthfully.

Genya pauses, his breath caught in his throat. His face rose a deeper shade of red, his entire body trembled and tensed. He briefly looks to you before hurriedly glancing aside and murmuring a response.

“...Y-Yeah..”, he chokes out, before clearing his throat. “...I-I’m glad I could help…”

[peachdues]

The Thing About Genya — WIP (daddy!Sanemi x Lunar Hashira)

Shhhhhh

Major thank you to @umekohiganbana for reminding me about Genya and how Sanemi needs to fix that ASAP

Post- Bundle of Joy

NSFW teaser included at the bottom.

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“You only noticed me because I was bleeding all over you,” Y/N corrected. “And you only continued to pay attention to me because you thought I had a ‘kickass breathing style.’”

Sanemi rolled his eyes, lifting the feeding bottle back to his infant daughter’s mouth. “I did notice other things, too ya know.” He grumbled.

Y/N laughed softly and Sanemi felt his cheeks heat, her smile still capable of making him blush even two years after he’d begun warming her bed.

“All I’m saying is if you want Genya to leave the Corps, there might be a better way to do it that doesn’t involve maiming him.”

Y/N leaned over and smacked her lips against his cheek before ducking to peck their happily gurgling baby’s head, and sauntered off to the couple’s private bath.

Sanemi’s eyes trailed the Lunar Pillar’s retreating form until she disappeared from sight before turning his attention back to his daughter.

“And what do you think, my little flower?” He cooed, his daughter’s eyes crinkling in a wide smile as Sanemi brushed his nose against hers. “My plan’s better, right?”

The infant girl pulled off the feeding bottle, her tiny mouth twisting down. She coughed once, and Sanemi swiftly put her over his shoulder, against the small cloth he’d draped there to shield his bare back from her impending spit-up.

“Tch, since when do you side with Mama?” He grumbled, lightly patting his daughter’s back. She gurgled, signaling that she had finished upchucking her late dinner over her father’s shoulder.

He brought her back to face him, playfully glaring at her as he kissed her small, chubby cheeks. “Traitor. You’d better cut that shit out right now — or else I’m gonna go put a sibling in your mama’s belly.”

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Peep below for a NSFW teaser because my lovelies deserve horny Sanemi, always).

“‘Nemi,” Y/N giggled, swatting playfully over her shoulder at her lover. “Not in front of the baby!”

“Why?” Sanemi grinned, raining a trail of kisses down her neck and to her shoulder, his hands squeezing her hips. “She should know how crazy her daddy is for her mama. Besides,” Sanemi pressed his groin slightly into his wife’s tantalizing rear, causing her to shoot her hand out to steady herself on the doorway. “She can’t see when I do this.”

Y/N glanced furtively back at their daughter, who was busy giggling at the way her parents’ Kusagi crows pecked at the assortment of seeds and nuts they’d left out for them.

Baby properly distracted, Y/N mischievously ground back once against her lover, his fingers digging into her in warning.

Sanemi suppressed the groan bubbling in his throat, not wanting to call his daughter’s attention away from the crows. He slid his hand from Y/N’s hip to her neck, tilting her head back so he could press his mouth against her ear.

“Send one of the birds to Uzui’s wives. Tell them we need someone to watch her ‘til morning,” he murmured huskily into her ear, Y/N shivering as he grazed her lobe lightly with his teeth. “Make up some excuse, I don’t care. But you’re mine tonight.”

His voice dropped to a low growl. “And you’d better not stay quiet.” He pressed his hardening length sharply into her ass once more, in promise.

Y/N nodded, flushed.

“That’s my girl,” Sanemi grinned, slapping his wife’s ass, giving it a firm squeeze before moving aside, leaving the Lunar Hashira a blushing, bumbling mess behind him.

[yuki2sksksk]

[KNY spoiler]

Do you guys think that Sanemi and Kanae often disagree on their different treatment over Shinobu and Genya,

and when they watch the lights faded in their little siblings' eyes as Kanae dies in Shinobu's arms, and Sanemi watches Genya crumbling away,

do you wonder, at that time, if they think " You were right, Sanemi/Kanae. "

[loverofgenya]

Stay at home Hubby 💗

Genya would be one of the best stay at home husbands

He’s cooking and cleaning with a cute apron while playing with the kids

He’s very good at multitasking

And he’s good at having your guys kids help out with cleaning, making it a game for the kids

He lets them play with his hair, putting bows, pins, and ribbons in his hair

He lets them do his makeup if they want to

He’s just

It’s him

I love him so much you have no idea

My little Angry Boy 💕

[everlastingleuthymia]

KNY Theory time!!

Have you ever noticed ? In each taishou rumor in the anime , they're in the stage with red curtains .

What if everything was just a school play ? Or a theatre play ? What if the manga was just the script and everyone in the show are only actors?

What if the gakuen was what their life is really like ? WHAT IF?

What if everything was just a play everyone was paid to?

Sorry I'm doing this to cope after reading the manga

Note ; This theory is not proven and is just a guess .

[satorisoup]

⌗ 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋, 𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 ! ⁝ ( ᰔ )

— genya shinazugawa

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ﾉ fluff. genya’s cutesie lil fangs !!

𝐖𝐂 ﾉ 341

genya, who despite being a demon hunter, has his mouth adorned with two sharp fangs.

during the dark nights when the moon is shining and the bitter flesh of a demon courses through his veins, his sharp demon teeth are expected to bare fangs in his drastic transformation. though even during the day when the sun beams down and demons are in hiding, his teeth remain pointy, but not to bite through enemies.

it’s easy to see just the slightest sliver of two white tusks that poke out from his rosy lips, dainty and small, quite adorable if you look at it right. and when he opens his mouth to speak or to curse, you can catch sight of the long canines that glisten in excitement after hiding away inside his closed mouth.

but your favorite thing about his teeth isn’t how they poke out and dent his plush lips, though you won’t deny that makes your heart flutter too. what makes you truly love them is how ethereal they look on the rather rare occasions that genya smiles.

his lips will curve upwards into a canny grin, accompanied by a wild laugh and revealing the imfamous two teeth that hide away in full swing. his eyes will squint, pretty pale cheeks dusted in a cranberry pink, and you can’t help but think just how beautiful he truly is with the scars that litter his soft skin. but the cherry on top is truly the sharp canines that flash a sweet hello to you in those golden moments, twinkling in the sunlight that could never compare to the warmth that his fangy smile emits.

and when you’re walking side by side with him, jabbing at each other with teaseful remarks and uttering jokes, his wicked grin will make an appearance in a mocking smirk to playfully scare you. muttering the warning that everyone knows he wouldn’t really follow through on, but it makes you laugh nonetheless as it slips past the cracks of his chapped lips,

“ careful, i bite. ”

@cosmiicdust taggin’ my fellow genya adorer :3

© satorisoup ── do not copy, repost, plagiarize, or feed any of my work into ai 🍓

[kyojurismo]

Genya with a small fem s/o? 👀

oh bestie … 👀

genya would be super protective (both if you’re a slayer or not), he doesn’t want people to take advantage of you.

he loves messing with you, and sometimes would purposely say “have you guys seen y/n?” or “i can’t hear you from up here.”

genya rests his chin on your head all the time, while hugging you from behind. he loves seeing how small you are compared to him.

puts things where you can’t reach em easily so he can come to the rescue !! “gotcha baby,” and then kisses your forehead.

piggybacks. he just loves carrying you.

genya goes crazy when to kiss him you have to grab his shoulders and stand on your tiptoe, and sometimes he would purposely stand tall and watch you struggle.

“genya!” you whine, pouting at him. “i’m gonna be late,” you try to pull him towards you but it’s useless. “alright, alright,” when he finally gives in, it’s almost impossible to break from the kiss.

the way his big hands cup your cheeks, caressing your skin gently. when he kisses your nose and forehead, smiling at you.

it’s amazing because then when he talks to others he’s somehow … barking at them. everyone can see how he changes whenever you are around him.

[alshamswelnahr]

Genya survives AU

Post-war, Genya struggles with the effects of his almost fatal injury, becoming weaker physically. He uses a wooden cane most of the time and a wheelchair on more challenging days. Along with the physical scars, he has emotional ones, suffering from PTSD and relentless nightmares. He starts living with Sanemi, slowly learning how to coexist. Genya tries to make up for the lost time, aware as well that their remaining time is limited because of the Mark. Their life is full of moments of warmth and gentleness, but it's different from when they were younger, years of separation and one-sided hostility creates an unease between the boys. Sanemi's protectiveness sometimes feels stifling, but Genya keeps his emotions and thoughts regarding it bottled up, fearing damaging their fragile bond. Acting like siblings again is tough and Genya assumes that's natural given all they've been through and their long separation. His body fails him in ways he doesn't share with Sanemi to spare him, and because it is impossible to communicate. Genya finds solace in the Kamado family, though he can’t visit them often due to his physical limitations. When he does, they don't view him with pity, unlike the way Sanemi subtly and silently but noticeably does.

Genya adores Sanemi, and on his good days, he’s grateful for every painful, labored breath because it gives him another chance to be with his brother. Sanemi cooks his favorite meals and ensures he doesn’t strain his body. They have long conversations, not about the past but about many other things. Genya’s heart is full of gratitude, and he often finds himself wanting to reach out and hug his brother. However, on bad days, his body aches and flares, Sanemi feels like a stranger, a mere shadow of the boy he once knew, and he can't help but notice all the scars that cover his body, the tiredness he hides, and the fact that he knows little about him.

Genya would do anything for Sanemi, including giving up his life for him. He craves some personal space. He wants to give Sanemi the world. He is frustrated with his brother's tender words and gentle gestures that fail to ease the pain, yet he knows it’s unfair to direct his anger at his brother.

Every moment alive, next to Sanemi, is a blessing, though life remains difficult. When Genya accidentally mentions one of their younger siblings, Sanemi flinches. Whenever he tries to bring up that night, Sanemi recoils, only responding with, "If you apologize again, I'll smack you in the face." So, Genya avoids the topic of their family and the death of the Hashira, unable to bring himself to ask Sanemi about the way he spent his time after they both went their own way.

He knows Sanemi is there for him, but he fixates on every small shift in his brother's behavior, carefully examining each word and action, fearing that at any moment his brother will leave and never return. A whirlpool grows in his chest, threatening to consume everything, leaving him all alone in the darkness and cold. This feeling eats away at him, reminding him that he was abandoned once, which means it could happen again. He fears that Sanemi might get tired of him, see him for who he really is, and leave. Or worse, his brother might try to spare him from witnessing his suffering from the mark by packing up and running away. When Sanemi’s voice sounds distant or his demeanor becomes cold even slightly, Genya panics, nearly falling to his knees, begging the other to stay.

Desperate to keep his brother close, Genya obeys Sanemi’s every command. They follow the routine advised by the Butterfly girls, walking around the estate daily and eating only healthy steamed food. Genya avoids lifting heavy objects around Sanemi, constantly smiles, and accompanies Sanemi everywhere, avoiding discussions about the Mark or the fear that creeps in late at night. He knows his brother wants happiness for him, so he tries his best to obtain it.

Genya is really grateful for his love and care. Sanemi offers to carry him when he notices him wincing with every step which he refuses every time. Sanemi shapes his life around Genya's needs, goes with him to every medical appointment, pats his head with gentleness, helps him get dressed, adds an extra layer on top of him when it's a chilly night, buys him new clothes, a wheelchair, and even waters his bonsai tree when he forgets. And in the summer, he brings him watermelon every day. Genya is the most spoiled person in the world. His brother's love overwhelms him; it is the weight that suffocates him, it tethers him to reality and stifles him at the same time.

Genya knows his brother doesn't mean to be overbearing. Sanemi tries hard every day. He picks his words carefully and softens his edges. He even sits back at times, allowing Genya to cook a bit, tidy up, or visit friends. Sanemi makes an effort to be nice, asks Genya many questions, and restrains himself from offering help for every single thing. Genya notices the agony in Sanemi's eyes when he's in physical pain and the hurt when he shares something about himself that his older brother doesn't know. He sees the guilt, and the worry too. Sanemi has been caring and looking out for him ever since he was very young, so Genya understands that it won't be easy to stop. He understands, he really does.

[boul3vvard]

Bring your child to work day･*.:+

Sanemi AU x GN! Reader DRABBLE!

S/n = sons name

I started writing this story back in nov 2022 I abandoned it and came back to it March 2023 erased the ending and rushed it so sorry if this isn’t up to par I’m just trying to get this out of my drafts lol. Now a few pointers

★ Sanemi is OOC I just think that it would be really cute to picture him in this sorta dynamic.

★I tried to keep it gender neutral as possible this is also my first time writing a gn story so feel free to give me any possible feedback

★also as I always say this isn’t proof read AT ALL!! so there might be a ton of grammatical errors idrc HAPPY READING

There are only 3 characters who are color coded

Y/n sanemi and s/n

“Are you sure you’ll be fine taking him with you I mean he’s only 4, He won’t be too much of a distraction for you?”

y/n said while doing their sons hair making his curls pop out a little more.

“He’ll be fine we’re not doing too much in class today anyways” sanemi sighed as he was getting dressed for work. “You’ll be good for daddy right?” y/n asked s/n while looking at him in the mirror. “MMHM” s/n said happily. Y/n was a little nervous at first about this whole ordeal when sanemi brought it up but all the doubt disappeared when y/n saw how giddy their son was to spend time with sanemi this was also the first time their son is going to be around a bunch of people at once, let alone a bunch of teenagers. how will he react? “he’ll be fine plus I’m there if anything does happen, which nothing will so stop worrying, You act like we’re going to war or something” sanemi chuckled as he patted his partners shoulders. “I know I know I guess I’m just a little worried” they sighed “for nothing, we’re gonna head out inna bit I have to get to work early. where is the little guy so I can put his shoes on?” “IM RIGHT HERE DADDY” his son squealed excitedly “LOOK”. sanemi sighed, a soft smile appearing on his face. “your shoes are on the wrong feet you dork c’mere” Y/n packed everything sanemi needed for Haruto in his book bag so he wouldn’t get bored. “are you all set and ready to go?” sanemi said while picking his son up into his arms. “Have fun you two” y/n waved at the two before they left.

Sanemi got to class 1 hour early so he could prepare his classroom for the day. students started rolling in and filling in their seats, two of his students ran into his classroom one slapping the other repeatedly. “INOSUKE STOP HITTING TANJIRO FOR THE LAST TIME I WILL NOT REPEAT MYSELF” Inosuke gruffed as he plopped into his desk. “hey sir, who is that child sitting in your chair? if you don’t mind me asking” Tanjiro asked pointing to the child as his classmates started to quiet down since they all wanted an explanation. “He’s my son. I decided to bring him in with me today he won’t be too much of a distraction” sanemi said as he started gathering all of the papers on his desk into a neat pile. The class all became strangely quiet so he looked up to see what was wrong “yes?” He said as he quirked his eyebrow. “YOU HAVE A CHILD??” they all yelled in Unison. “FORGET ABOUT THE CHILD YOU’RE MARRIED??” Zenitsu yelled freaking out. “Is that a problem?” sanemi started to get angry. “I just feel bad for the sorry sack who decided to tie the knot with you” Inosuke said bluntly. Sanemi threw an eraser at the boys forehead. “Before we get started on today’s plan how about I let him introduce himself to you all” just before the boy was about to speak everyone zoomed in on him making him feel so small, he hid behind his daddies leg. “it’s okay remember how we practiced in the car do it exactly like that okay don’t be shy” sanemi said as he pushed him up front, everyone weirded out about how soft he got for a sec-. “h-hello my name is s/n and I’m 4 years old” he showed everyone on his fingers. All of the girls in the classroom started cooing at the young boy. “AWWW HES SO CUTE” they shouted. “thank you” s/n said blushing at his shoes, he ran back to his dad and hugged him. “You did good, now go sit down for a little bit alright daddy has to do his job okay” “okay” s/n said shyly as he ran back to sanemi’s seat.

The rest of the day went smoothly as s/n opened up throughout the day and became more talkative. During passing periods Haruto would run to the other teachers classrooms to greet them. He ran up to the first classroom and walked in. “Uhhhh mr Iguro Theres a Child standing in the door way” one of his students said confused. Iguro was about to tell the child off before he raised his eyebrows in confusion. “s/n?? What are you doing here?” “I’m with daddy today he let me come to work with him today” he basically shouted happily “I see, well im in the middle of teaching right now how about you come back later okay? “Okay see you later” on his way back to his fathers class he stopped by Uzui’s class, they were all circled around a bowl of fruit quietly drawing it on their own. “I LOVE DRAWING CAN I DRAW TOO?!” The entire class was startled by the broken silence. “s/n??, What are you doing here kid? And what a flashy way of entering a room” Tengen said smiling at the kid ear to ear “I’m here with daddy” “of course you are but where is he? “In his classroom” “well I’m kinda in the middle of a class kiddo so how about you run back to your father and I’ll catch up with you later, how does that sound” “OKAY BYE BYE” just as he was about to run off again sanemi scooped him up “there ya are punk, you can’t go running off like that especially not at my job,what if principle Ubuyashiki caught you before I did huh?” “Sorry daddy I went to go see uncle Oguro” “let’s go eat lunch y/n packed you something delicious” sanemi said “YAYYYY”.

overall he enjoyed being at work with his father and seeing what he did daily. Some of the kids would chat with him which he loved of course and even colored with him. The class fell in love with him very much only knowing him for such a short while. I liked today Do you think I can come to work with you tomorrow daddy?” “Of course you can.” Now let’s go home I’m sure y/n can’t wait to hear all about your day today”

©Boul3vvard. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. SO ANY FORM OF PLAGIARISM OF MY CONTENT WILL NOT BE TOLERATED.

[chee-shep]

If you're still accepting requests, could I perhaps request a wholesome drabble of y/n returning from a long mission and them rushing towards Genya (who they're in a secret relationship with) and embracing them, glad they're back in his arms and that they're reunited again 👉👈💖

Thank you so much for considering!

Ah, this was a cute one! Might have strayed a bit away from the 'rushing towards' but it's still a wholesome little chunk.

You muscles ached as you made your way up the hill, heading towards the butterfly mansion after a long mission. Your crow had told you that Genya, your long time boyfriend, recently finished his own mission and was recovering there. A soft smile came onto your face as it came into view as the moon started to rise into the sky.

After being greeted by Aoi, you were brought back into the recovery room. You walked quietly, not wanting to wake Tanjirou who slept across the room. You walked over to Genya’s bed, a soft sigh of relief as you saw he was alright. Genya was more than capable of taking care of himself, that shotgun and demon-eating ability was more than enough to get jobs done, but you still worried about him.

You took a seat on the bed next to him as you watched him sleep. It was funny how the boy who seemed to have a constant scowl and foul mood looked so peaceful. You leaned closer, brushing some of his mohawk out of his face.

Your gentle touch woke him, eyes groggily opening to look up to you. When he realized you had come he sat up despite the soreness in his body. As he sat up you stood up and embraced him, burying your face into his neck. There weren’t any words exchanged between the two of you, there weren’t any needed. You both felt relieved to see each other, something that wasn’t guaranteed.

You didn’t know how long it would last, but you’d savor every moment you had with Genya…

[meowzfordayz]

his towel

Shinazugawa Genya x Reader

Word Count: ~300

CW: none

Emergency Request Fulfilled: would i be able to get an emergency request of genya x male (or gn) reader -- genya noticed how stressed reader is and just trying to figure out how to help pls ♡

“You’re scowling,” Genya remarks, amused expression on his face as he watches you cross and uncross and recross your legs.

“Am not,” you glower, giving up and planting your feet on the floor, “Couch isn’t cooperating is all.”

“Sure it isn’t,” he chuckles softly, walking over to stand behind you, “What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing,” you retort stubbornly, neck twisting to shoot him a scathing look, “Stop bothering me.”

Smirking fondly, he carefully rests a large palm on your head, murmuring gently, “I’m bothering you?”

“No,” you huff, tugging his hand around to your cheek, nuzzling into his scent, “I don’t know.”

“So what’s up?” he asks lowly, fingers curling to cup your jaw, “I can’t help you like this.”

“Stressed,” you mumble, “Too stressed to even be stressed.”

Frowning slightly, he leans down, shadow of his body curving above you, “Well that's not good. How about I run a bath for you?”

“For us?” you perk up immediately, “And I get to use your towel?”

“Why my towel?” he snorts, tenderly flicking your earlobe, “You have plenty of towels.”

“But yours are fluffy,” you pout.

Eyes rolling, he mutters, “We literally have the same towels.”

“Do you want me to destress or not?” you demand, grinning now as you lumber off the couch.

“Oh so that’s how it is?” he drawls, eyebrow raised.

Nodding smugly, you nudge his shoulder, adoration in your laughter as you promptly head toward the bathroom, pace quickening when he begins chasing playfully after you, your chest a breath lighter at the promise of warm water, soapy beards and crowns, and drying off with his towel.

[sluttysanemi]

hiii! can you write where gender neutral y/n comforting genya as he cried in their lap after everything he has been through. like genya bottling up his emotions until y/n does something similar to genya's deceased mother and he just tears up as genya tries to pretend he's fine, but failed when y/n reassured him that it's okay to cry after their mission together. I hope you're doing well and take good care of yourself 💕

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

GENYA SHINAZUGAWA

a/n: hi angel!! thank u sm 4 ur kind words, I hope you're in good health too!!

c/w: ass attempts at angst, comfort, lazy ending, genya misses his ma:((

Something was bothering Genya.

Following the conclusion of your mission, the two of you walk alongside one another. Genya seemed faraway, and there lingered an apprehensive quiet. The tension in the air is tangible, almost uncomfortable.

Traditionally, he wasn't so aloof; you pondered what might be bothering him. You make attempts to converse, yet he barely answers, his responses curt and distracted.

You decide not to push it any further and await until he's ready to speak out, holding faith in the strength of your partnership.

However, as time passed, he only seemed to progressively worsen. He appeared to lack vibrancy and was continuously fidgeting. The creases of worry on his face grew wider, his once firm hands quivered slightly. As though under an immense load, his gaze was clouded and distant.

In a bid to brighten him, you propose to accompany him to a noodle bar. You propose the idea with a bright smile, reminding him of the warm, comforting bowls of noodles you used to relish after an exhausting mission. You hoped that the familiar atmosphere and good cuisine would bring him out of his troubled state, if only for a little while. 

–

As you sat alongside him and ate, he dined at a slower, sloppier pace. He appeared indifferent in the food in front of him, a couple of the noodles clung to his cheek. A vacant look to his eyes as he mechanically chewed his food, every bite seemingly forced. 

You find the image humorous and slightly perturbing. Picking the supplied napkin, you tenderly lay it to his cheek. Lightly patting the skin, wiping any residue with a gentle touch, hoping to bring a bit of normalcy to the moment.

However, upon cleansing, you discover Genya in a state of vulnerability. His eyes, now clearer, gleamed with unshed tears. His lower lip quiver subtly, on the verge of fracturing. His façade of indifference split, revealing the raw anguish beneath.  

He hastily lowered his head, ashamed by his own emotions. However, you had already observed his exposed state. 

You swiftly lean in, out of alarm.

“Genya?! Wh- What’s wrong?”, you murmur, your hand lingering to his shoulder.

His gaze flickers to your expression momentarily, his words hitched in his throat. An expression of hesitance. He swallows dryly, attempting to find the words.

“I– I’m fine.. It’s just…”, Genya pauses, exhaling shakily.

His stare is unreadable. The solitary between you expands. The ambient sounds of the noodle bar fade into the background, replaced by the weight of unspoken words and unshared burdens. You encourage him once more. 

“It’s alright, Genya. You can talk to me- I’m here to listen.”

He doesn't reply immediately, merely laying his head to your shoulder as you embrace him. He seeks solace in your grasp. 

“...My ma used to touch me like that. She- She had these gentle palms, ‘n they were warm. Always.”

His voice cracks, as he hicks, attempting to gather his breath. 

“I miss ‘er. I miss her smile. ‘N my siblings too.”, he croaks, his fingers grasping tightly to your garments. “I want them back. More than anythin’. I– I just want my family.”

You tenderly caress his back as you listen to his declares. Your heart crested with sorrow for the dreary boy. Life is cruel to the innocent, and the pain etched in his features reflected the harsh reality he faced. 

You wished you could have done more, to shield him from the suffering that now seemed to consume him. The helplessness you felt was a bitter pill to swallow, and you vowed silently to support him through what lay ahead, hoping that your presence would provide some fragile consolation in his time of need.

However, Through his immense anguish and mangled words, he mumbled a tender statement. His voice a fragile whisper.

“..I’m really glad you’re here. You’re..”, he swallows anxiously. His gaze softens as he reflects. “..You’re all I needed.”

You nod slowly, acknowledging his fragility. The weight of his words rests on you, forming an unspoken connection.

“..Yeah. We got each other. Always.”, Your tone tender and reassuring. The serenity reflecting the depth of your devotion.

Regardless of the circumstance, you'd face it together.

[sanemis-biggest-slut]

SHINAZUGAWA GENYA

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

(𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞)

(𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐞𝐭)

(𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐞𝐭)

[yuki2sksksk]

KNY Horror movie AU lists:

1. The Ethereal Cult

(Featuring Inosuke, Kanao, Shinobu, Kanae, Kotoha and Douma.)

Inosuke and Kanao venture into a small village in search for their friend Shinobu, only to find themselves deep in trouble with the local cult where the leader may or may not practice cannibalism.

2. Split

(Featuring Tanjirou, Nezuko, Genya, Mitsuri and Hantengu clones.)

During a school trip, a group of high schoolers and their teacher are forced to take cover from the storm in a small inn belonging to a man named Hantengu. As the storm drags on for days, so does their stay in the inn. Terrifying things begin to unfold when they discover that the man is a serial killer.

3. Unseen Scales

(Featuring Muichiro, Yuichiro, Kotetsu, Haganezuka and Gyokko.)

People keep disappearing and after his twin brother is amongst the missing ones, Muichiro is set to uncover the truth. The only clues or patterns he recognized from the cases are the fact that the victims often went missing near the river, always during the night market.