#giyuu x femreader

[hinatastinygiant]

1 | BLOOD TIES

Pairing: Giyu Tomioka x Fem!Reader

Sympathy for a Demon Masterlist

Please allow me to introduce myself

I'm a woman of wealth and taste.

I've been around for a long, long year

Stole many a man's soul and faith.

HEIAN PERIOD (1035)

Ever since you were born you lived with your big cousin, who is rather intimidating but also very admirable. You smile brightly as he puts his arm around you, guiding you through the bustling streets toward a grand festival that you've never seen before. Your stomach rumbles at the sight of the crowd around you. You're so nervous and oh-so excited.

Your cousin chuckles and pats your head gently as he watches your eyes grow wide, saying, "Go on, don't be shy."

"I don't know where to start," you shake your head.

With a sigh, he leads you deeper into the festival, pointing out the acrobats performing incredible feats, jugglers tossing flaming torches, and magicians captivating the crowds with their tricks. The sound of laughter and cheers lights a fire in your stomach.

"How about now?" he grins down at you, his bright red eyes glowing in the night sky.

"The magicians," you grin devilishly. "They won't even notice 'til it's too late."

With that, your cousin watches as you literally disappear beside him. He waves you off and waits only a few moments until the cheers from the crowd turn into blood-curdling screams. He smiles wide as people rush past him in a feeble attempt to leave. But by the time you're done, he's the only one left still alive.

"So?" he asks once the sound of flesh being torn apart dies off.

"Oh," you hum, disappointed that you forgot to save a couple humans for him. "I'm sorry, Muzan, I didn't realize you wanted any..."

"That's quite alright," he nods as he places his arm around your shoulders again. "Did you have a good birthday, little one?" he then asks.

You nod enthusiastically, a wide smile on your face. "Yes, cousin Muzan, I had the best time ever! Thank you!"

Muzan ruffles your hair affectionately. "Good. Remember, you're meant for greatness. One day, the world will bow before you, and you'll be the one leading grand festivals like this."

His words ignite a spark of ambition within you, and you nod, determined to make him proud. 

As you both head home, your stomach completely stuffed, your heart is full of gratitude and wonder for the unforgettable day you spent with your cousin at the festival. It was, after all, the first time he'd let you pig out on more than just his leftovers back at home.

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MEIJI PERIOD

Approximately seven hundred years later you find yourself in a time where you hardly recognize your cousin. First of all, he's a lot more powerful now than when you were little. He also has a human wife and child which surprised the hell out of you when you secretly heard someone talking to him about it. But you let it go, writing it off as he's so busy leading all the other demons it probably slipped his mind to talk to you about it.

One night, out on a feast of a small town not too far away from where Muzan's mansion is, you find yourself beginning to devour the remains of a magician when something suddenly stops you. Immediately, you're brought back to the time you were first allowed by your cousin to eat in public. And with a smile, you decide to pick up the magician instead of finishing him off yourself.

After what felt like a year's walk, you drop the half-eaten body in a dimly lit room of Muzan's grand mansion, right before his feet as a twisted smile grows on your face. The sight of his shocked expression brings satisfaction as you proudly claim, "I was too full from the rest of the town and I thought you might enjoy the rest."

Muzan lets out a chuckle, but his amusement quickly turns into irritation as he scolds you for your behavior. "You are disgusting," he remarks, his tone cold and stern. "Eating until you pig out like a child. You are a demon, not some mindless beast. Show some restraint."

Thinking that you're cousin is only joking, you retort, "Why should I? This isn't your human house. What difference does it make in how I behave?"

The room falls into a tense silence, and with a gulp, you seize the moment to change the conversation and ask, "Oh, by the way, how is your wife, Muzan?" 

Though you don't mean him any harm, his hand suddenly meets your cheek in a swift and forceful slap, sending a stinging sensation across your skin. "Do not speak of such things here," he hisses, his eyes narrowing in warning. "You are my kin, but you are still nothing more than a lowly demon. Show some respect and be more civil in your speech."

You nod silently, a mixture of anger, jealousy, and resentment growing within you. Ever since the news of Muzan having a human family reached your ears, nothing had ever felt the same. "Of course, cousin Muzan. I apologize for my behavior," you then bow your head slightly and say.

Muzan eyes you warily but seems to accept your submission. "See that you don't repeat this mistake again," he warns before turning his attention elsewhere, dismissing you for the moment.

As you exit the room, you can't shake the feeling of unease and the burning curiosity about what else he isn't telling you, what else is going on in the world that you don't know about. 

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TAISHO PERIOD

Carrying what Muzan's kitchen staff calls "Ephemeral Delight," a platter of human delicacies, you walk into the meeting room. The platter holds an array of small finger foods made from tender human flesh, infused with rare spices and herbs, which you explain once Muzan nods, allowing you to speak. The presentation is artful, a masterpiece as you told the chef, showcasing how truly beautiful the human form is in a hauntingly mesmerizing way.

You then place the platter in the middle of the room where Muzan is seated, trying your best to meet his gaze, but he continuously avoids looking at you directly. He dismisses the platter with a disdainful flick of his hand, stating that it is not to his liking and instructs you to take it back to the kitchen and fix it.

"What?!" you protest, frustration mounting within you. But, you quickly bite your tongue to keep your emotions in check. You feel a mix of anger and humiliation, knowing that Muzan's constant rejection cuts deep. You take a deep breath, trying to maintain your composure as you pick up the platter and head back to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, one of the other servants notices your distressed expression and asks what's wrong. You clench your jaw, feeling the weight of your frustrations. "It's Muzan," you mutter, your voice tinged with bitterness. "He's never satisfied with anything anyone ever does for him!"

"W-Well, what happened dear? Did he not like it?" the chef asks, taking a step closer to you.

You slam the platter down onto the counter, unable to bear the thought of returning to Muzan's presence ever again. Without looking back, you storm out of the kitchen, your words sharp as you tell the other servants, "You figure it out!"

As you hastily leave the mansion, you know that your outburst was mean-spirited, and a wave of guilt washes over you. You never wanted to lash out at others, especially those who are just trying to do their job. But the pent-up anger and resentment have taken their toll on your emotions.

Running as fast as you can, you flee the mansion and head toward the closest town. Your heart races with each step, the adrenaline coursing through your veins. Once you reach the town, the overwhelming emotions inside you find an outlet. You go on a rampage, releasing your fury on anyone in your path. The townspeople scream in terror as you mercilessly strike them down.

However, just as you're about to kill one of the last survivors, a boy steps forward, bravely putting his hands out and telling you to kill him first. Your world freezes for a moment as you lock eyes with him. There's something in his dark blue eyes that touches a nerve you thought long buried – fear, determination, and something else you can't quite place.

For the first time ever while on a hunt, you hesitate, unsure of what to do. The boy stands his ground, not running from you, even though you're a demon. Conflicted emotions surge within you, and in that moment, you see a glimpse of your former self, the lost child who once sought connection and understanding.

In the turmoil of emotions, you make the choice to run away. You turn and flee from the boy, from the town, and from the chaos you've caused. You run until your legs give out, and you find yourself in the shelter of a dense forest.

Exhausted, you slump against a tree, hugging your knees to your chest. The weight of your actions and the screams of the people you've killed echo in your mind. You hate the monster that you've become, and tears stream down your face as you cry for the lives you've taken and the pain you've caused.

In this moment, you come to a realization. The only one you want to kill now is Muzan. The one who has tormented you, manipulated you, and kept you in darkness all these centuries. He is the source of your pain, and the burning desire for revenge ignites within you.

As your emotions overwhelm you, you succumb to the exhaustion and darkness that surrounds you. You pass out, cradled by the cold embrace of the forest, with a newfound resolve to confront Muzan and bring an end to his reign of terror.

Sympathy for a Demon Masterlist

[justatypicalwizard]

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✒ MASTERLIST (works: newest to oldest. older works may be of less quality) ★⋱

Jack-in-the-box

2k24 Halloween event For the upcoming month of October I wish to invite you to my small event. Pick a secret box and open a story dedicated to you.

Weave your own web my prince

BNHA royal au x reader Another marital season bears down Katsuki's shoulders. His mother tortures him with a new guard - one that will follow each and every step the prince takes. Soon Katsuki decides, it's time to act on his responsibilities and decides his target will be the guard. Tons of royals flush the corridors of the Bakugo castle, among others Shoto - the Todoroki prince on the make. What will come out of their rivalry? Will Katsuki be able to break out of his mothers web of plans and schemes? Will he be able to claim what he desires or will it run through his fingers? Word count: 16k Warnings: semi-smut

Until the end of the night

masterlist

College!au, characters in early twenties, support!reader, slight angst to happy ending. After over three years abroad you come back to continue your education. Despite gaining new friends and living a great life in Europe nothing feels better than home. You are quickly sucked in the everyday drama and everything would be just as you left it if not for Bakugo. Three years ago you two shared a moment, a short and meaningful moment that no one knows or should know about. That is until the situation gets out of control. Word count: estimated 10-15k Warnings: smut

A scrap from your book

Bakugo x reader, aged up, college! au, quirks don't matter, no warnings, just heartwarming Word count: small

Dream eater

Slight angst. Bakugo is an eternal living dream eater. Slight self ship when it comes to the readers character. Inspired by a Webtoon series which I strongly reccomend: Eaternal Nocturnal Word count: 2,7k

Late night frustration

Bnha characters have their quirks but they are all secret heroes living a doubble-life. Katsuki has a had crush on you but instead of asking you out on a date he's stuck listening to you fangirling over Red Riot. Out of frustration he decided to do something very stupid. Word count: 2,5k

Wants Within

Read here (ao3)

Sanemi Shinazugawa x femReader!, college au Synopsis: You're a college student taking classes with a very strict lecturer- professor Shinazugawa. Because of an unfortunate even you got on his bad side so now you're trying everything to regain in his eyes. Well, you most certainely didn't expect that kind of attention. Multi chapter, long work

Rough and New

Read here (ao3)

mer!Bakugo, fem!reader, adult reader, smut(ish) content. You meet a new and interesting creature that seems to share your curiosity. Both of you have motives to your actions that turn out to be vastly different.

Imagine

Short stories, not connected, just thoughts. [Virgin Bakugo who's angry yet starving] [Bakugo who eats you out because he lost a bet] [Katsuki doesn't believe in love at first sight] [Giyuu is in love with you but you had to marry Sanemi]

Uquiz

A Queen Born

Barbarian king! Bakugo x damsel! reader The Barbarian King Bakugo is hunting for a wife. You have a week to get his attention and win over the position of a queen. Will you succeed when the king decides to lay a closer eye on you? Do not crumble, you are a woman in a dangerous world. Are you a queen born?

⋰★ 22 ★ she/her ★⋱

[tickling-giggles]

𝕄𝔸𝕊𝕋𝔼ℝ𝕃𝕀𝕊𝕋

Update: 10/20/23

Up coming fics

Headcanons

TickleTober

2022 TT

TT day 1: Interrogation

TT day 2: Begging

TT day 3: Non-Human parts

TT day 4: Spidering

TT day 5: Ghost

TT day 6: Feet

TT day 7: Don’t Laugh

TT day 8: Nibbles

TT day 9: Raspberries

TT day 10: Drawn on

TT day 11: “I’m not even touching you”

TT day 12: Sneak attack

-Assassination Classroom

Dirty work: Ler assclass Lee karma

Loosen up: Ler 3-E staff Lee Gakuho

The best of the best: Switches Karma & Nagisa

Give me attention: Lee Isogai Ler Maehara

Not so funny now huh?: Lee karma Lers Isogai & Maehara

Stone Cold what?: Lee itona Ler terasaka

Your big and bad Huh?: Lee Nagisa Ler Terasaka

Tutoring with Isogai: Lee Maehara Ler Isogai

Stretch it out: Lee Sugino Ler Korosensei

You aren’t hardcore: Lee Karma Ler Korosensei

-Black butler

Bad attitude:Ler Soma Lee Ciel

-BNHA/MHA

Handicap:Ler Bakusquad Lee Bakugou

Little Hero: Lee bakugou Ler Dabi,Toga

Funny joke: Lee todoroki Ler Tsu,Baku,Kami

Not the deal: Leebakugou Ler Kaminari

Sandy shrieks: Lee bakugou Ler kirishima

Grumpy Gus: Lee bakugou Ler Mitsuki,Masaru

Coincidence: Lee todoroki Ler Compress, Twice

Date Night: Lee Jirou Ler Momo

You Cheater!: Lee Reader Ler Sero ft.Deku

Manly-est: Lee Kiri and Sero Ler Sero, Denki, and Bakugou

Birthday Tradition: Lee Deku Ler Kiri, Denki, Bakugou

Lessons with Best Jeanist: Lee bakugou Ler Best Jeanist

A magician never reveals their secrets: Lee Compress Ler Izuku and Kurogiri

Running Errands: Switches Iida and Self insert (Ginger/Em)

Good vibes only: Lee Compress Lers Toga and Twice

You’ll fit in just fine: Lee reader Lers bakugou Todoroki, and Deku

-Boondocks

i ain’t no snitch:Ler Huey Lee Riley

Express your emotions:Ler Jasmine Lee Huey

-Demon Slayer

How come I ever knew: Lee reader Ler Tengen, Rengoku, Sanemi

Your posture is important: Lee Tanjiro Ler Giyuu

Appreciation: Lee S/O GN Ler Rengoku

-Encanto

Need a hand or two?: Switches Camilo & Mirabel Ler Luisa

Laugh it up princess: Lee Isabela Ler Mirabel

Love & Affection: Lee Camilo Ler Pepa

Responsibility: Lee bruno Ler camilo

Cooking antics: Lee Mirabel Ler Julieta

-Fairytail

Up to the task: Lee Natsu Lee gildarts laxus

-Haikyuu

April Fools!:Ler karasuno Lee Hinata

What’s so funny:Ler kageyama Lee Hinata

Ohoo it’s on brother: Ler bokuto Lee Kuroo

-Hunter x Hunter

Bad Hisoka:Ler Gon (Brief Illumi)Lee Hisoka

You’re still the same: Lee!femreader Ler!illumi

-Seraph of the end

Sh-shut up: switch mika switch yuu

-Spider-Man: ATSV

Cool? More like Cute: Lee Hobie Lee Miles and Pav

-Spy x Family

Say it!: Lee Loid Lee Franky

Mission…Failed?: Lee Loid Ler Damian

I’ll always love you: Lee anya Ler Loid ft Yor

-TAWOG

Evil master: Ler Gumball Lee Rob

I pinky promise:Ler Penny Lee Gumball

-Teen Titan

Lighten up man!:Ler Starfire beastboy Lee robin

Berry!!:Ler!Raven Beastboy Lee!robin

Cocky attitude: Ler!Beastboy Lee!robin

-The promise Neverland

Smarty pants: Switches Ray, Don, and Phil

[guerrerajaguar]

CeoKyojuro x femreader part 3

I am sorry I'm making this long, but you are definitely going to love next part :P

CeoKyojuro xfem!reader Part 1

CeoKyojuro x fem!reader Part2

CeoKyojuro x fem!reader Part4

tags:@lalachanya, @emiliamiau05

The next day, Rengoku showed up really early to work, he awkwardly greeted everyone he met with a very polite: good morning or how are you doing? Everyone at the office was bewildered, especially Mitsuri. That couldn’t possibly be due to your resignation, right? As Giyuu approached to your ex-manager desk, Rengoku said good to morning to him, your friend slightly bowed down to the CEO’s greeting and talked to Mitsuri:

-”Kanroji-san good morning, I wanted to politely ask you for a favor.”- He said making sure that Rengoku wasn’t near enough to listen to their conversation.

-”Oh Tomioka-san good morning, yes. Is it about Y/N?”- She said in a lower voice, covering the side of her mouth with her palm. -“Don’t worry, she texted me earlier this morning and I will be more than glad to help her! Should I print it or via email should be fine?”-

-“Thanks and via email should be fine.” He said with a small reverence -“Also, do you think there would be a problem if I took all the remaining Y/N stuff? Apparently she forgot quite a bunch in her desk.”-

-“Of course dear, no problem at all! These things happen all the time. Just come by whenever you are ready to leave and take them with you! Here, have a box.”-said the pink haired manager. Tomioka thanked her and went back to his normal work day.

On the other hand, Rengoku had a very productive day, he finally understood the dilemma behind the issue you were pursuing and that finding the solution was a very delicate and confusing matter. Once he understood the product functionality, your proposed fixes were actually the most logical options to choose.

The more he understood the situation, the worse he felt; probably he had not been fair to you. “Well, it doesn’ matter anymore, the problem is already fixed and that is what’s important.” He thought, but almost immediately another idea crossed his mind: “But what if there are other problems like these? Who will solve them?” Again, as he was fighting against his own mind, he answered himself: “We can find another employer as capable as her, Mitsuri found her; she can find someone else”.

His thoughts were like violent tides, impacting and opposing each other non stop. He frowned as he felt pressure in his head starting to build up, so trying to clear his mind off he decided to eat something at the cafeteria; something he had never done before. His ruby and amber eyes were rapidly traveling to everyone that stared at him with amazement; Why was the CEO eating with the rest of the company workers? Was he there to spy on them or probably clocking the time they used for eating?

Rengoku ignored them, ate lunch at peace, all by himself, and returned to his office. But before arriving, as Mitsuri called his name he walked all they way to her desk:

-”Oh Rengoku-san, it was not necessary for you to come all this way. I can reach your office as you usually want us to.” There she goes again, Rengoku thought, trembling and with a low voice. Is it really so unpleasant to speak to me?

-”It’s not a sacrifice from my side, especially if I am barely arriving at my office” His voice was softer but still really formal “Please, go ahead.” His eyes were now fixed on her, waiting for her response.

-”I see… Ah yes! Regarding the failure, we just empirically confirmed the proposed fix. Just a couple of more tests and we might be able to present the solution to our customer.” She squeaked excitedly, almost forgetting to whom he was speaking to. Rengoku gave her a small gentle smile.

-”Those are great news.”- He answered as he fixed his gaze on a desk to the immediate left of Mitsuri’s; your old desk.

-”We will let you know as soon as we are ready to start communication with the customer.”- She said regaining her composure, but Kyojuro’s eyes were still on your old desk and he spoke:

-”It's like she never left…”- Mitsuri blinked and bewilderedly she asked with a small voice:

-”Um, who could that be, Rengoku-san?”-

-”Y/N.” He said as he placed both his hands inside on his really tight midnight blue designer pants pockets. “There are still a lot of her things on that desk.”

-”Oh, yes! Do not worry about it. I-I, we will handle it. It’s just that she left so fast. I will make sure to deliver her everything”- She was really nervous to mention the resignation subject.

-”Yes, it is the right thing to do.” He said with reverence and headed directly to his office.

The day came to an end at the office, as everyone left, Giyuu headed to your old desk to pick up the rest of your things; he was wondering what kind of secrets you might be keeping in there. As he started to place some mugs inside the box your ex-manager gave him he was interrupted by a very deep voice:

-”Tomioka-san, good afternoon. Burning some late night oil?”- Rengoku said while leaning closer to your desk.

-”Not really, Rengoku-san. I am getting all of Y/N remaining stuff together to deliver them to her.” He said as he continued to fill the cardboard box.

-”Perfect timing then, I was thinking exactly the same. Please do not worry about it, I’ve decided to take responsibility for that activity as being the leader of this group. I will handle it from here.”- He said as he placed both of his hands on his hips, right above his brown belt, exposing his sky blue vest.

-”No bother at all, she is my friend. I do this gladly”. His blue eyes were fixed on him as he stopped his item recollection.

-”I see, though I must insist. It is a company policy now.”- He said, arching one of his bushy eyebrows.

-”A company policy that states the CEO should deliver former employees their personal possessions?” Giyuu’s expression was serious and defiant.

-”I am not surprised you are not aware of this, policies are sometimes only discussed within the upper management.” He got closer to the desk and tightly gripped one of the box’s free sides -“Go ahead to enjoy your free time now”- Rengoku was sure that Giyuu will not dare to go against his orders but he was unpleasantly surprised to see that your blue-eyed friend was eager to give a good fight:

-”As I believe Y/N’s address is unknown to you, I will be able to deliver it faster. That way, you can focus on your really important CEO activities.” Giyuu’s tone was cold but he had now tightly pulled the box closer to him and annoyed, he found out Rengoku hadn’t released the box either.

-”In that case, just disclose to me her address and I will close this action item for you.” The edges of the box were menacing to tear apart as the CEO grip was countered by Tomioka’s hold.

-”And that will indeed be against the company’s policies. We are not entitled to disclose any personal information or from a former colleague to anyone at the company.” There was an incredible aura of intensity around a plain box. Both men were staring at each other’s eyes, unblinking. Rengoku’s nose wrinkled slightly as he understood he was not going to get away with it. But with a mocking tone, Giyuu continued:

- “But, if these are company policies; Human Resources could facilitate Y/N address to you and since that might take a couple of days, my option is the fastest one.”- A soft victorious smile was drawn on your friend’s face.

-”Then I’ll turn to human resources for this matter and I would advise you not to touch that box unless you desire for security to be called upon you.” Rengoku finally released the box with a wide smirk before fixing his expensive burgundy tie. Giyuu’s blood was boiling, but he released the box as he nodded and answered him:

-”Perfectly understood, Rengoku…-san. Have a nice day.” His tone was sharp as his stare, he was furious but that was the CEO; he wished to have the courage you had that day and by the thought of you, his heart sank. He will be disappointing you, not delivering anything to you on your Saturday’s movie night and that made him feel down.

And even though he knew what kind of person Rengoku was, he couldn’t believe the CEO would be doing all this just to keep picking up on you, considering you were not in the office anymore. But of course, he was definitely the vengeful type of former boss.

Rengoku saw with utter complacency how Giyuu left as he had won over that half empty box. When the rush of the moment cleared from his chest, he was completely puzzled by the reason behind his actions. Fighting over a box, lying about company policies, threatening an employer for absolutely no valid reason and only for getting to see you one more time?

No, that was not it. He realized that his ways, probably, were not adequate so he wanted to make up for that: as the great leader he was. Nothing more than that. But either way around, a question kept coming around over and over; What has this woman done to me?

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Saturday arrived quicker than expected, a couple of days had passed since you quitted but you have already felt like recovering from an illness. It was amazing how much your body needed those good night's sleep and food fresh home cooked, although you did missed Giyuu’s lunch ideas for the week. You texted each other, but not as often as you would want to.

Of course he made sure to confirm your date on Saturday afternoon, you were already waiting for your friend to pick you up, arranging the cute floral dress you have decided to wear as it was practically new. You never really had the chance to use it since they had a very strict dressing code at the office and you typically never had time to go out while working at your former company, even on the weekends.

As you were opening your apartment door to wait for your friend in the parking lot of your building, you found yourself face to face with your date.

-”Ah Giyuu! Perfect timing, I was about to text you. Ready?”- You beamed at him

-”Yes, let’s go”- His expression was serious, way less talkative than the last time you saw each other. He did not expected to feel overwhelmed by what happened in your apartment last time, anxiety suddenly got control over him as he started imagining what kind of blabbering he might have told you while being ‘slightly’ drunk and he was probably going to regret even more what was about to tell you.

-”That is a nice dress, it suits you well.”-He said with a side glance, not looking at you. You knew there was something going on with your friend, despite being really quiet, today he was not acting like himself.

-”You think so? Thanks! I thought this would be the perfect occasion for its premier appearance.”- you glanced at your clothing and then at him -”So, how’s been office since my 2-day long absence? You look a little bit more silent than usual, I am amazed by how that is even possible.”- You said teasingly with a small smile.

-”Not much…”- He was struggling to decide which subject he wanted to touch first “So, Y/N, last time in your apartment… I didn’t tell you any funny stuff, did I?”- He sounded nervous and you understood immediately what this was about.

-”Oh, well; I did think that your sleeping routine was kind of ‘peculiar' ’’- You said matter-of-factly as Giyuu’s eyes widened. He felt like a cold water bucket was directly poured on him as he nervously tried to think what on earth did he told you. Was he that drunk? He cannot recall having mentioned anything about going to sleep. Was it possible that he talked to you about something he does not remember anymore?

-”Just kidding” you snapped him out of this thoughts with a chuckle “You did cracked a lot of jokes, I did not knew you had such an arsenal” you giggled as you gently placed your hand on his arm. As he was driving, you didn't notice as his cheeks blushed lightly and how relieved he was that he didn’t speak about anything he was not ready to disclose to you while being sober.

After that point, Giyuu slowly returned to his normal self but the tingling idea of what had happened with Rengoku kept pulling his mood down. He wasn’t sure when it would be a good time to mention it, he did not wanted to ruin your movie day with you.

As he let you choose the movie that day, he offered to pay for everything with the excuse of you being unemployed, you accepted but with the condition that he will allow you to pay for another movie night out as soon as you landed a job. Your friend couldn’t be happier for having secured another date with you.

The movie was pretty good up to your standards, so good that this time Giyuu needed to grab your arm looking for comfort. He excused himself by saying that he got startled by the loud sounds of the tension scenes, but you were pretty sure the movie gave him a very good scare. You both had a great time, sharing popcorn and merrily discussing afterwards your opinions regarding the movie’s argument.

As he drove you back home at night, he sourly tried to think what would be a good way to approach the issue with your things and when you were about to wave him goodbye, he finally spoke:

-”Y/N, about your things…”-

-”Oh yes, I had such a great time that I almost forgot. Thank you for going through all that trouble for me…”- You said as you placed your palms together in front of your face, but his expression said it all. Something with that matter was not alright.

-”I tried to pick everything up, I even talked to Kanroji-san and she said it was fine. But as I was about to take everything with me, that idiot of Rengoku came out with a stupid excuse of company policies and at the end he didn’t allowed me to take anything.”- He certainly avoided mentioning anything regarding the CEO wanting to personally deliver you your things. -” I am really sorry that I failed you.”- His eyes were dejected and that only made your bad blood with Rengoku increase.

You were surprised how much of an asshole the CEO could be up to the point of making up ridiculous policies for getting back at you. You were so mad, but also at yourself, you should have known that he would not let it go so easily, especially after how you insulted him. It was time to call it quits and just let him have it, you did not wanted Giyuu to get into trouble for your fault.

-”Hey, no need to be so blue about it. Let that imbecile have it.” As you two were in your building parking lot, you placed your hand over his -”Actually, my desk was full of junk. The most valuable things from that shitty place were you and Mitsuri-san. If he wants to, let him throw everything out. But please, don’t get into trouble with him because of a bunch of junk.” You gave him a very warm and sincere smile as you gently stroked his hand with your thumb. -”As I said before, fuck Rengoku!” He gave you a side smile as he cheered a little bit up.

He walked you up to your apartment and as you were about to return him back his black jacket, he lent you so gentlemanly due to the weather, he said with a shy smile:

-”Keep it.”- He stared at you for a couple of seconds and waved goodbye. You smiled as he was gone, his scent was strongly lingering in your skin by now.

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Imagine Having A Crush On Sanemi Only To Think He Hates You

Sanemi X FemReader

Warnings: Sanemi is kinda a jerk but he has good intentions he's just too dumb to realize he's going about things all wrong.

(A/N: Still not dead bit still busy! *sweats nervously* I go through spells where I just don't have the gumption to write and I just haven't had time either but I have a couple to post so yay! I'll try to start writing more cause I love writing I just need more time throughout my days! But enjoy and until next time happy reading!!

~Countess

You were a skilled swordswoman in the Demon Slayer Corps, though not yet a Hashira. You fought many battles and won several, earning the respect of all the Hashira. They treated you as an equal even the stoic Giyuu and the harsh Obanai. But there was one Hashira that you knew absolutely hated you; Sanemi Shinazugawa. The Wind Hashira was brutal when it came to social interactions with you, knocking you out of the way or completely ignoring you entirely. If you both had missions together he'd try to leave you, he even went as far as slicing you with his own blade when you leapt towards the demon you were dispatched to kill. Without so much as looking back Sanemi raced off chasing the fleeing demon leaving you behind to staunch your own bleeding arm and bandage yourself. Back at the base you asked the Master to not send you and Sanemi on missions together anymore. As soon as you finished speaking he smiled kindly and patted your now scarred arm.

'He's not so bad.'

With that remark the Master had left you alone in shock. Not so bad?! If cutting your own partner wasn't 'bad' then you didn't want to know the Master's definition of bad.

Today you were down, frustrations ran high and it seemed like doom was bearing down upon everyone who vowed to slay demons. You walked the path close to the spring fed creek nearby when you spotted Sanemi trudging along, eyes glazed with murderous intent. You kept on ignoring him continuing on minding your business when he passed by knocking into your shoulder with his making you stumble and almost fall. That was the final straw, spinning around with an open palm you back handed Sanemi making him stumble this time before bunching his unbuttoned uniform in your strong dominant hand.

"What is your freaking problem?!" You screamed frustrations boiling over like an unwatched pot. This time Sanemi looked stunned at your sudden outburst before surprise turned into a sinister grin. The look that made demons cower sent a shiver down your spin but you refused to back down.

"What's my problem? What's yours acting this way towards a Hashira?"

"You know good and well why! I'm sick of you bullying me! Pushing me around, acting like I'm invisible, cutting me!" You threw your scarred arm up. "I don't know why I ever had a crush on you! You are the biggest jerk in history! I don't know why the Master thinks you're so great!"

Once again Sanemi looked stunned, his bad boy persona dropping for a nanosecond.

"A crush huh?"

You blushed looking away from his heated stare. You dropped your hand from his bunched uniform when you noticed the heat of his skin pressing against your bare knuckles. Sanemi sighed and cursed rubbing at the short white hairs on the back of his neck.

"Not anymore," you sniffed turning away as your rage burnt out. Not even five steps from him Sanemi grabbed your arm, you were prepared to hit him when his lips locked onto yours and he squeezed your curves hidden under your uniform. Gasping in surprise Sanemi took his chance, tongue entering your mouth and exploring. You fought against him before melting into his solid form. Once he parted from you he sighed.

"I didn't mean to take it so far," he now looked uncomfortable. "I've liked you too and I know you liked me (Y/N), but I didn't want you to get close to me or feel that way towards me. Bad things happen to those involved with me and having something happen to you I can't bear it. So I tried to run you off, I should have known you would have ended up fighting back." Sanemi chuckled releasing you. "I don't care if you hate me now, it's for the better."

"Sanemi," your voice calling his name excited him but he tamped those feelings down. "I don't hate you but I wish you would have told me instead of trying such cruel means. I may not be a Hashira but I can take care of myself."

After the truth coming to light you couldn't blame Sanemi for not telling you, he struggled with expressing his feelings especially after what happened to him and his brother in their younger days. It still didn't give him the right to be so cruel, but his life had been cruel to him and you knew you could forgive him. Maybe after a little time and with the demise of Muzan ever growing closer the feelings between you two could be discussed again.

"Thank you Sanemi for being honest," you smiled though it was sad.

"Thank you for understanding and I'm sorry. I was very wrong," he bowed in apology.

You bowed in return showing that you accepted and there was no longer hard feelings. Walking away where he couldn't see did you finally let the tears fall.

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Pairing: Giyu Tomioka x Fem!Reader

A story that follows Y/N, a centuries-old demon with a rough past, as she awakens from a twelve-year slumber and begins a journey of revenge. As she navigates her conflicting identity, fights formidable enemies, and makes unlikely allies, Y/N must control her insatiable hunger with a newfound purpose in the Taisho Period… when she'll get her revenge.

Warnings: Language Warning! NSFW (18+) Sexual Content, Violence!

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11 | RAGING INFERNO

Pairing: Giyu Tomioka x Fem!Reader

Warning! Sexual Content!

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When his lips meet yours, your whole body lights on fire. Never in a million years did you actually think he'd kiss you. Obviously, he's quite handsome. But he cursed you out about an hour ago just for being a demon.

But you won't complain, especially not as he allows you to wrap your hands around his back and up to his neck, pulling him closer to you. Nor as his hand slides from your waist, to your shoulder, where he holds you, his lips still pressed firmly against yours, and his tongue dances gently with yours. You know he can hear you whimper softly, just as a shiver travels up his body.

You're so lost in the moment that when he pulls away, you almost gasp at the loss of contact. "I'm sorry," he whispers.

"It's okay," you reply. Your voice barely above a whisper.

His eyes search yours, and then he smiles, leaving in again, this time to kiss you more fully. His lips are soft and he kisses you like you've never been kissed before.

You then wrap your legs around him and sit on his lap, allowing yourself to sink completely into his touch.

His hand is on your thigh, rubbing it slowly, making you moan softly into his mouth. When he breaks the kiss, you look up at him and he says, "I hope you know how much I hate all the things you've done... The things you're still doing."

"The things I'm still doing?" you hum, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

"You're slowly driving me crazy." He then leans down and lightly bites your lower lip, his fingers tightening around your thigh. "You need to stop," he adds.

"Yes, sir." Your voice is firm but small, and as his eyes slide over your face, you know you want him just as much as he wants you. Who cares if the demon slayers find out? It's not like it's them that you're trying to keep around. All you really want, well, all you really need, is him.

His lips graze across yours, teasing, as he moves from your lips to nibble on your earlobe. His hand slides further up your leg until he reaches the curve of your ass, squeezing it tightly. You moan softly as you guide your hands up his chest and begin unbuttoning his shirt. Once it's discarded, you run your hands over his skin, relishing in the way his muscles tighten beneath your palms.

Your fingers trail along his chest, teasingly grazing over each defined ridge. The tension in the air feels electric as he watches you undress him with hungry eyes.

With a smirk tugging on your lips, you reach down for the button of his pants. The desire burning in his gaze is too wonderful as he tries to anticipate what you're going to do next. It's clear that he wants this just as much as you, despite the slight hesitation in his movements.

As you slide down his pants, revealing more and more of his bare skin, a wicked thought crosses your mind. You decide to tease him further by lingering at the waistband of his underwear, feigning hesitation before finally pulling them down.

His cock springs free from its confines, throbbing against your touch. A smug smile dances across your face at the sight of how hard he is for you. You take a moment to appreciate the way he responds to your every move—it only fuels your desire even more.

Without wasting another second, you wrap your hand around him firmly- giving him just enough pressure to make him groan with pleasure. His hips instinctively buck into your touch as he tries to deepen the connection between you two.

But instead of giving him what he wants right away, you tighten your grip slightly and then release it completely- a devilish grin spreading across your face at the frustration etched on his features.

You then lean forward, your hot breath grazing against his throbbing cock. With a wicked glimmer in your eyes, you wrap your lips around the head of his shaft, giving it a teasing lick before pulling back.

He lets out a low growl of frustration mixed with desire. "Fuck," he groans, gripping onto the sheets tightly as if trying to anchor himself from surrendering completely to the overwhelming sensations coursing through his body.

His moans grow louder as you take more of him into your mouth, sucking and swirling your tongue along every inch. You can feel him twitch and throb against your tongue, desperate for release. But you're not done playing yet.

With deliberate slowness, you pick up the pace of your movements, bobbing your head up and down on his length while using one hand to fondle his balls. His hips buck involuntarily into your mouth as he chases his peak of pleasure.

"God damn it," he curses through gritted teeth, unable to hold back any longer. The sound of his voice filled with raw need sends an electric jolt straight between your legs.

But just as he's about to reach the edge of ecstasy, you abruptly pull away from him. He looks at you with wide-eyed disbelief and frustration etched across his face.

You can't help but smirk at his reaction, enjoying the power you hold over him. "What's the matter, darling?" you taunt.

He clenches his fists tightly, trying to regain control of himself. "Fuck," he growls through gritted teeth. "You're such a fucking tease."

Your laughter fills the room as you stand up and slowly begin to strip for him, making sure to emphasize every curve and contour of your body. His eyes follow your every move, hunger evident in his gaze.

Once completely naked, you strut back towards him and climb onto his lap once again. His hands instinctively grip your hips as he gazes into your eyes with a mix of desire and frustration.

"Despite all the crap you like to talk about me, Giyu," you whisper huskily against his ear, nibbling on the lobe before moving down to suck on his neck. "I know how bad you want me."

He lets out a low groan, torn between giving in to his desires and holding onto whatever restraint he has left. But deep down, you know that he craves what only you can give him.

With deliberate slowness, you guide him inside of you, relishing in the feeling of fullness as he fills every inch of your wetness. A moan escapes both your lips simultaneously as pleasure courses through your bodies.

His hesitation is palpable; it's clear that part of him still resists succumbing to the undeniable attraction between you two. But there's no denying the way he rocks his hips against yours - an unspoken plea for more.

You smirk playfully at him while grinding against him rhythmically, teasingly brushing against that sweet spot within yourself that makes both of you gasp with pleasure.

"Fuck," he mutters under his breath as his resolve starts crumbling away piece by piece. The tension builds between you two until it becomes almost unbearable, aching for release.

Unable to hold back any longer, he pushes you down against the bed, his hands gripping your hips tightly. You can see the desperation in his eyes as he positions himself at your entrance and slides back inside of you.

A gasp escapes your lips as he fills you completely, stretching you to the brink. There's an undeniable force in his thrusts, each one harder and deeper than the last. The sound of skin slapping against skin resonates through the room, mingling with moans of pleasure and heavy breaths.

You arch your back, meeting his every movement with equal fervor. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with your moans and heavy breaths. Each thrust brings you closer to the edge, the pressure building within until it becomes almost unbearable.

You can feel the tension building in your body, the pleasure mounting with each powerful thrust. The bed creaks beneath you as he pounds into you relentlessly, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

It feels so good that it almost doesn't seem real, as though everything is happening in slow motion. His thrusts get faster and faster, each one more forceful than the last.

It takes only a few moments for you to lose control and find your own climax. The world falls away around you, the sense of reality fading into oblivion as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you.

You shudder violently as you ride out your orgasm, his thick cock slamming into you time and time again, milking every drop of pleasure out of you. Your inner walls squeeze him so tight, so forcefully that it hurts slightly.

And when it's finally over, you collapse weakly onto the bed next to him, spent and panting.

After catching your breath, you glance over at him with soft eyes. You have absolutely no regrets about this relationship, regardless of what other demons or humans might have to say about it. After all, if you didn't love him, you wouldn't be willing to risk your life for him.

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13 | ETERNAL NIGHTFALL

Pairing: Giyu Tomioka x Fem!Reader

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That night, you and Giyu wait outside the back of the restaurant. You look up at the stars above and sigh before confessing to Giyu how much you miss the forest- your home.

"You mean that dark place where you were constantly being followed by demons?" he asks.

"Yep. And part of that snarky response, Giyu, is exactly the reason why. It was so dark that I could be outside even during the day. It was great since I never really got tired back then," you then explain to him.

After that, you turn towards him and take his hand in yours, gratitude and sincerity in your voice as you express your appreciation for all he's done. "I want you to know that your support means the world to me. You've made me feel like I can be more than just some mindless demon which, to be honest, I never really believed was true before."

His lips curve into a small, almost bashful smile. "You don't have to thank me."

Just then, your moment with Giyu is shattered as Muzan suddenly materializes before you, accompanied by Valeria. "Oh, my darling cousin, is this your new boyfriend?" he remarks before expressing his disapproval due to Giyu being, well, everything that Muzan is not. 

Muzan then commands you to follow him, while Valeria states that she will deal with Giyu to ensure he doesn't follow you. Sad that it could be your last time ever seeing Giyu, you begin to walk away. The connection of your hand in his fades, causing the ache in your chest to swell. 

Walking behind your cousin, you eventually arrive at a serene lake. With his back turned to you, he starts to speak, his voice holding a bit of nostalgia in his tone. "You know, even after everything you've done, part of me still wishes for a real connection with a relative. Someone who can truly understand me. You're all I have, my dear cousin."

He turns slightly, his gaze distant as he continues, "I don't particularly want to kill you, even though you've betrayed me. But, to be quite honest, I have no choice."

Finally, his crimson gaze fixes on you, and you respond with teeth gritted. "You won't break me. I'm not the same scared girl you controlled anymore."

Muzan scoffs. "My goodness, you're even more childish and naive than I thought if you really think you can stand against me."

As your frustration and resolve build, you make a sudden rush towards him. You'll show him just how wrong he is.

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GIYU'S P.O.V.

I watch as Valeria's body disintegrates into ash before sprinting after Y/N. My heart races as I arrive just in time to witness her head hitting the ground. From the shadows, I observe as Muzan walks away without a care, leaving her lifeless form behind. 

Tears blur my vision as I rush to Y/N's side, cradling her head in my arms. A choked sob escapes me as I make a promise that echoes through the night air, a promise to keep my heart locked away from anyone else, a terrible attempt to shield myself from the agony of loss. Without even noticing it, for the first time, I admit that I'm in love with her.

Her weak voice cuts through the darkness. "Giyu... you loved me?"

My answer is immediate, the answer is so obvious. "I always will."

Her response is a mixture of tears and disbelief. "Then don't... don't condemn yourself. That's not what I want."

My confusion shows on my face as I try to comprehend her words.

She continues, her voice shaky but determined. "I want you to tell my story and keep an open mind about demons. We're not always what we seem when you first meet us. And promise me, Giyu, that if you ever meet another demon who looks like they might still have a chance at a good life, don't kill them."

The weight of her words hit me, especially as she continues to explain that, "Muzan's superiority is shaken. He knows now that there's a chance a demon could revolt against him. So if you spare demons who might still have a chance at redemption-"

I cut her off after that, I don't want her to waste her energy because I completely understand her point. "I promise," I say, my voice a solemn whisper.

Y/n's form fades into ash in my arms, leaving a void in the night. The crow that guided me lands nearby, its caw breaking the silence and congratulating me for finally dealing with the demon I was sent out to destroy before urging me to see Master Ubuyashiki right away.

Anguish and rage collide within me so overwhelmingly strong that I'm not really sure how to react. I let out a loud scream in the dark night before striking the ground with my fist. And in that moment, I swear silently to honor Y/N's memory and fulfill her wish, even if it means challenging the very principles of the demon slayer corps.

Tell me, baby, what's my name?

I tell you one time, you're to blame.

THE END

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4 | BLOSSOMING FRIENDSHIPS

Pairing: Giyu Tomioka x Fem!Reader

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Side by side, you and Giyu watch the Mirage Demon's body dissolve into ash and vanish. You let out a frustrated exhale, muttering, "I fucking hate that guy-... uh, demons."

Giyu turns to you, his expression calm but serious. "Y/N, do you have a family?" he asks.

"Oh, I, uh," you hesitate, your smile awkward, "Well, demons have been infecting my family for centuries I guess you could say. So, it's complicated..." His question takes you off guard, and you're not really sure what to say, but as you share this piece of your history, you notice a sense of understanding in his eyes.

"They have?" he says, his voice tinged with a mixture of curiosity and sympathy.

You nod. "Yeah. It feels like a sick curse that's haunted us for as long as I can remember."

"You know what," Giyu then changes the conversation. "Since you saved my life, I will help you become a demon slayer. You're definitely better than I had previously assumed, which I am sorry for thinking."

However, you are quick to protest. "You don't have to do that. I managed to make you feel better, sure, but I don't think I'd make a very good demon slayer."

Giyu's gaze remains steady, causing a lump to grow in your throat. "Don't be so humble. What you did for me was like a miracle. And besides, you're all alone out here, right? How else are you going to train without anyone helping you?"

You nod in agreement. Well, even though you'll never become a real demon slayer, he could end up helping you when you meet Cousin Muzan again. "Yeah, I am alone out here..."

Giyu's voice is firm as he asserts, "Then it's the least I can do. I may not be the best teacher, but you deserve a chance to fight against the demons that have plagued your family."

A genuine smile tugs at the corners of your lips, warmth filling your chest. "Thank you, Giyu. I appreciate it."

He nods in response, and then, an unexpected impulse takes over. Without thinking, you wrap your arms around him in a hug. The moment is fleeting, and as you pull away, both of you seem a bit taken aback by the spontaneous gesture.

You clear your throat, trying to regain your composure. "Well, um... we should probably get back."

Giyu seems to need a moment to recover as well before giving a small nod. "Right."

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With Giyu's guidance, your new training regiment becomes your new daily routine. Together, you venture deep into the woods, practicing your swordsmanship and refining your 'breathing techniques.' Unbeknownst to him, he was actually helping you sharpen your demon art, which was really helpful.

It's been just under two months now. More demons than you could count appeared to take you back to Muzan, but thanks to Giyu's help, that never happened. However, you can tell that it's starting to bug him that his crow hasn't returned and he hasn't found that damn demon in these huge woods. Where could it be hiding?

Over time, Giyu's movements become more difficult to evade. Not just because of the physical exertion they have on you, but also from unspoken emotions that seem to hang between you.

Thankfully, Giyu is a pretty good mentor, despite what he says. He always carefully guides you through each motion with a focused determination that sends shivers down your back. When he does that, with his chest pressed up against your back, you can feel his breath against your skin, his warmth seeping through the thin barrier of distance that separates you.

As the moon shines patterns through the dense canopy of trees and the two of you finish your sparing session, you find yourself in a moment of stillness as he stands before you, your faces inches apart. Giyu's gaze flickers from your eyes to your lips, and you can't help but hold your breath in anticipation. The world seems to hang in a delicate balance, the air thick with unspoken words.

His voice is barely a whisper as he says, "Y/N..."

Your heart pounds in your chest as you feel a magnetic pull drawing you closer to him. For a fleeting moment, it feels as though time has frozen, and the only thing that matters is the space between you and Giyu.

Just as your lips are about to brush against his, a loud rustling nearby shatters the fragile atmosphere. A rabbit jumps into the clearing. Startled, you both pull away abruptly, hearts racing. The moment that had been building between you dissipates like mist in the wind.

Giyu clears his throat, his expression once again unreadable as he averts his gaze. "Let's go. It's late."

You nod, trying to steady your own racing heart. "Yeah."

As the session comes to an end, you both head back to your cabin, the weight of the almost-kiss still heavy in the air. The forest seems to hold its breath, as if even nature itself is aware of the emotions that dance on the edge of your connection.

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Several days later, during another training session in the woods, you decide to show Giyu a new skill you've been developing. Inspired by Onyx's abilities, you move at an incredible speed, leaving afterimages of yourself that dance around the clearing. Giyu's eyes widen in amazement as he watches the illusion unfold before him. You can't help but smile. Who knew how much you could learn even after centuries of being alive?

"That's incredible," he remarks, a genuine smile breaking through his usual emotionless demeanor. "It's like you're everywhere at once."

You grin, enjoying his reaction, but the moment is short-lived. Just as Giyu's attention is momentarily diverted, you accidentally step into a patch of light filtering through the trees. Your skin starts to burn as if exposed to intense sunlight, and you quickly duck behind a nearby tree to shield yourself from the harmful rays. Panic courses through you; you can't let Giyu see you like this, not before your skin heals.

Your heart races, and you desperately try to wait out the pain. You bite your lip to stifle any sounds of discomfort as you silently will your skin to mend itself. You know you can't stay hidden forever, but you need to buy enough time. And so, you dig your blade into your forearm, creating an injury to keep him from getting suspicious.

Giyu's voice calls out. He's getting closer. "Y/n? Are you all right?"

You glance toward him when he appears just a little ways off, your heart sinking as he approaches. He spots the cut on your arm that you'd inflicted yourself with to create a cover story for your sudden disappearance. He kneels down beside you, concern etching his features.

"Let me help," he says softly. He tears off a piece of his jacket and gently binds the makeshift bandage around your arm.

As he tends to your 'injury,' you're struck by the warmth of his touch and the tenderness in his actions. The desire to kiss him surges within you, but the reality of your existence as a demon holds you back. How could you let your heart yearn for something that is impossible?

Giyu finishes tending to your arm, and his eyes meet yours, concern lingering in his gaze. "You should be more careful," he says, his voice soft.

You manage a small smile, hiding the complexity of your feelings behind a facade. "I will be."

As the two of you sit there, the sun begins to set, casting a warm and gentle light across the forest. The weight of your unspoken emotions remains and the gap between your true nature and your desires seems to widen, leaving you with the bittersweet awareness that some dreams may forever remain unfulfilled.

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12 | IN THE SHADOW OF DEATH

Pairing: Giyu Tomioka x Fem!Reader

Warning! Sexual Content!

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When you wake up, you roll over in bed and realize that Giyu isn't there beside you. So, you sit up, rubbing your eyes, and spot him by the sink washing his hands. "Hey," you mumble, your voice raspy from sleep. "How long have you been up?"

Giyu glances over at you with a calm expression. "Not too long," he replies, though you can tell he's been awake for a while. He's already dressed and, as you glance over by the door, you notice that his shoes have been moved. 

With a sigh, you glance over at the alarm clock- it's two in the afternoon. You groan and hug your knees to your chest as you lean up against the head of the bed, feeling guilty for oversleeping. 

"Don't worry about it," he reassures you. "Sleep is important, especially for you. I'd rather you rest than, you know, murder me in my sleep."

Just then, a rush of panic hits you as you remember the ultimatum Valeria gave you last night. You bite the inside of your cheek, your anxiety growing. Giyu raises an eyebrow and asks, "What's wrong?"

You shake your head, trying to shake off the panic as well. "The demon that was here yesterday... I didn't give her my answer."

"What?" he hums, as though he's now genuinely confused. "You mean you don't remember last night?"

"Well, yeah, I mean how could I forget that," you laugh for a moment before embarrassment sinks in and you look down at your knees instead. "But I don't remember seeing her again."

Giyu's cheeks flush slightly, but he moves closer, sitting down beside you on the bed. "This is what happened..." he begins, knowing that your extra-long nap is making your memory fuzzy. 

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FLASHBACK ~ 10 HOURS EARLIER

"Mm, Giyu," you say as you kiss him for the millionth time tonight. Ignoring a few short breaks to restore your energy, the two of you have been going round after round all night. 

Giyu hums back softly, you can tell he's getting tired now. "Yes, Y/N?"

"I decided what I"m going to tell Valeria," you whisper as you sit up a bit on his lap.

"You did?" Giyu answers, his tone tinged with worry.

You meet his gaze, determination in your eyes. "Yeah. I'm not going to let her blackmail me anymore."

He looks curious but concerned. "What are you planning to tell her?"

Leaning in, you softly confess, "I don't care what the demon slayers think of me. I want Muzan to come here, so I can finally end him."

Giyu's eyebrows furrow. "Is that really a good idea?"

You offer a small smile. "Probably not, but I can't keep hiding. I've become stronger, especially now that I've met you. I don't want to live in his shadow anymore."

Before he can respond, you pull him into a passionate kiss, pouring your emotions into the moment. Breaking away, you slip off his lap and start putting on your clothes. After sliding on your shoes, you turn to him. "I'll be right back," you assure him.

He sits up, concern etching his features. "Where are you planning to go?"

With a reassuring smile, you reply, "Don't worry, I won't be long. Just need to sort things out."

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BACK TO PRESENT TIME

"And then you went down to the closed shop downstairs, found the demon, and demanded that she get Muzan for you. You were so loud I could hear you up here," Giyu shakes his head as he finishes the story.

"Damn. I don't remember that at all," you say, thinking aloud. But then it hits you. "Oh yeah... And then when I came back..."

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FLASHBACK ~ 9 HOURS EARLIER

Bursting into the room with a big grin, you announce, "Man, I told that bitch off, Giyu," you beam. "I made her promise to get Muzan and bring him here tomorrow night. So by this time tomorrow, I'll be all yours without my stupid cousin trying to kill me."

Giyu looks at you in a mix of surprise and concern, but before he can say anything, you can't contain your excitement. You tear your clothes off again and jump onto the bed, straddling his legs, and passionately kiss him. 

"You know what, Giyu?" you say as you straddle his hips. "I think fucking is the best way to celebrate our impending victory over that bastard." You grind your pelvis against his, feeling the growing hardness beneath you. 

You lean down and capture his lips in a passionate kiss, tongues tangling together as your hands roam over each other's bodies. Giyu's hands find their way to your waist, gripping tightly as he kisses you back with a hunger that matches your own.

With a devilish smirk playing on your lips, you break the kiss and trail hot kisses down his jawline and neck. Your teeth graze lightly along the sensitive flesh of his collarbone before moving lower towards his chest. His breath hitches as you take one of his nipples into your mouth, sucking and nibbling on it while swirling your tongue around it.

Giyu's hands tighten their hold on you as he gasps out in pleasure mixed with hesitation, worried for your future. "Are... Are you sure about this?" he stammers uncertainly.

You pull away slightly and look at him through half-lidded eyes, a mischievous glint dancing within them. "I haven't been more sure about anything in my entire life."

Although his hesitation seems to linger, you're determined to show him just how sure you are. With a grin, you reach down and wrap your hand around his length, giving it a firm squeeze. "Trust me," you purr.

His reluctance melts away as desire takes over, and he nods slowly. "Okay," he breathes out, his voice filled with anticipation.

Without wasting another moment, you position yourself above him and lower yourself onto his length. A moan escapes your lips as he fills you completely, stretching and filling every inch of your core. Slowly at first, then with increasing urgency, you begin to move your hips in rhythm with his thrusts.

The room is filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and passionate moans escaping both of your lips. Sweat beads on your foreheads as pleasure courses through your veins like wildfire. Giyu's hands grip tightly onto your waist, guiding and urging you to go faster.

Your bodies move in perfect synchronization, the intensity building with every thrust and grind. The room is filled with the symphony of your moans and the wet sounds of your pussy. Giyu's hands roam over your body, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pulls you closer, urging you to go faster.

You can feel the heat pooling between your thighs, aching for release. Your walls clench around him, squeezing him tightly as pleasure coils within you. Each movement sends electric shocks of ecstasy coursing through your veins. You're both on the edge, teetering on the brink of your climax.

Giyu's grip tightens around your waist as his thrusts become more urgent, chasing that elusive peak. His breath comes out in ragged gasps, mixing with your own desperate pants. Sweat drips down both of your bodies, mingling together and adding to the intoxicating atmosphere.

Your walls clench around him, pulsating with need as pleasure coils tighter within you. Each movement sends electric shocks through your veins, igniting every nerve ending. The coil inside you tightens even further until you can't hold back any longer. 

And then it happens.

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BACK TO PRESENT TIME

"That was fun," you smile at him. But as you lean in closer to him, a ray of sunlight slips through the partially closed window curtain and grazes your cheek. You react instinctively, hissing at the unwelcome light. 

Giyu rushes to the window, quickly closing the blinds to shield you from the sun. He apologizes, and you reassure him with a smile, telling him it's alright.

He then sits back down beside you and places a gentle hand on your face. He's still nervous. His expression clearly shows a mix of concern and care. "Are you really sure about your decision, Y/N?"

Your smile holds a hint of worry, but your words are resolute as you confirm your certainty. "Yes, I really am, Giyu. No matter what happens, I'm ready for it."

Giyu nods, understanding your choice. "Okay."

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10 | ALLIES AND RIVALS

Pairing: Giyu Tomioka x Fem!Reader

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After returning to the restaurant, you make your way to the back and walk up the stairs to the small apartment on the second floor. Then, feeling the weight of the recent events, you lay down on the bed and shut your eyes, taking a deep breath to calm your racing thoughts. The events of the day have left you mentally and emotionally exhausted. But before long, a persistent knocking sound interrupts your quiet moment.

At first, you think it might be Giyu and just wake for him to simply enter. But the knocking persists, growing louder and more insistent. A voice on the other side calls out, claiming to be the owner, and asks you to open up. You let out a frustrated grown, begrudgingly leaving the comfort of the bed.

Looking through the peephole, you hesitate for a moment before opening the door. You don't quite remember what the owner looks like because you weren't paying attention when Giyu was introducing himself, but either way, the sight that greets you is not what you expected. The human form before you transforms, revealing the true identity of a demon with a mesmerizing shade of violet eyes that you could never forget. 

Before you stands a familiar shape-shifting demon whose abilities have always caused dread, even when you were her so-called friend. Your heart races, torn between the familiarity of her presence and the danger she holds. Tension grows as you both size each other up, knowing that this encounter could alter your future.

Her voice, dripping with a mixture of amusement and calculated intent, reaches your ears. "Surprised darling?" The words roll off her tongue like silk, leaving a trail of uncertainty in its wake.

Your grip tightens on the edge of the door, your voice strong despite the turmoil within you. You address her by name, the single word carrying the weight of your shared history. "Valeria."

"It's been a long time, hasn't it, Y/n?" A self-assured smirk curves her lips, a reflection of her confidence in this high-stakes encounter. She dangles a tempting offer before you, her words laced with a velvety purr. "Ready to return to your cousin now? Make it easy for yourself, and maybe he'll spare you."

You can't help but scoff at the audacity of her suggestion. "That would never happen."

Valeria's eyes narrow slightly, her gaze unwavering. She then toys with a more sinister threat, one that strikes closer to home. "Well, then, perhaps the Demon Slayer Corps would be interested to know who you really are. Think they'll still let you play their little hero?"

Despite the strength you try to portray in front of her, a flicker of unease tugs at you. You know that if she really did go through with that, you would really be all alone and never receive the humans' help again.

With a sigh, she then adds, "You have until the sun rises to make up your mind."

As she turns to leave, a weighty silence hangs in the air, filled with unspoken tension and the weight of choices that loom around you. With a low growl, you shut the door so hard it cracks. Without a single care, you lock it and stomp back to your bed.

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GIYU'S P.O.V.

Sitting on a worn bench, my mind takes a journey into the past, triggered by a fleeting moment of self-reflection. I find myself transported back to one of the earliest encounters I had with a demon, the vivid memory replaying like a dream.

In this memory, I stand in the midst of chaos, my surroundings filled with screams that pierce the air like shards of glass. Amidst it all, my sister stands beside me and, with a gentle grip, she takes my hand, her touch reassuring in the midst of the turmoil.

Then, a monstrous figure emerges from the shadows, a malevolent force with a twisted, demonic form. My body trembles as I cling to Tsutako's kimono, my wide eyes fixated on the approaching horror. Its wicked grin sends shivers down my spine, a reminder of all the darkness that lurks in my world.

Instinctively, I step forward, placing myself between the demon and my sister, my voice quivering as I attempt to speak loudly. "Kill me instead of her!" I implore the demon, my voice a mixture of fear and determination. The demon hesitates, its malicious intent momentarily disrupted by my plea.

Time seems to stretch as the demon's gaze locks onto me, the weight of its decision bearing down on my shoulders. The air is thick with tension, and my heart pounds in my chest as I face down the very embodiment of my fears. Why should it listen to me?

Much to my surprise, the demon recoils, its posture relaxing into something a bit less menacing. With an eerie grace, it straightens up, its malevolent aura giving way to uncertainty. And then, as quickly as it had approached us, the demon turns and flees, disappearing into the shadows.

Tsutako then grabs me again and hugs me tight. "Never do that again, Giyu. I should be the one to protect you, not the other way around!"

The memory begins to fade then, and once again I find myself back on the bench with a mix of emotions that swell within me. The memory of my sister's embrace stirs tears that trickle down onto my hands. It's hard to believe it's been twelve years since then. 

I wipe my eyes, letting out a sigh that tries to carry as much acceptance as I can muster. But then, a sudden realization strikes me like a bolt of lightning. Those eyes, haunting yet familiar, belonged to Y/N. The same demon who I'm traveling with now has somehow transformed into something beautiful that defies the darkness I once associated with her. It feels as if that memory was from a different lifetime, a time when she was entangled in Muzan's influence.

The irony of her past and present strikes me. How could someone who appears so beautiful and alluring have once been part of such evil? The contrast between the two versions of Y/N is earth-shattering, a reminder of the complexity of her unique nature.

My thoughts are interrupted by the arrival of my crow, descending gracefully to land beside me. "Giyu Tomioka, did you find that demon you were sent to locate and destroy?" it caws, prompting me to reflect on my supposed task at hand. 

I pause before I answer, grappling with my conflicting emotions. Could I really bring myself to end Y/N's existence? I don't think so, even though she is a demon and has done absolutely horrible things in her life that make me want to puke and take my own life if only Shinobu would ever let me. 

With a heavy exhale, I give my answer to the crow. 

"No."

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When I finally return to the restaurant, I find myself standing outside the door of the second-floor apartment, my heart pounding with worry. I have no idea what to say when I see Y/N.

I knock on the door and wait until, with a groan from the other side, Y/N answers. Her eyes are swollen from crying, yet somehow, even in her vulnerable state, her beauty remains undeniable. Guilt gnaws at me, realizing that my words had brought her to tears. I hadn't intended to hurt her, and seeing her like this only makes me feel worse.

"Y/N, I'm really sorry," I say awkwardly, genuinely regretful. She turns away and walks back to her bed, burying her head in her bedsheets. I close the door softly behind me, torn between wanting to give her space and wanting to comfort her. In the end, my concern for her wins out, and I approach her bed, hesitantly patting her head. I apologize once again, feeling bad for making her cry.

Her tear-stained face turns to me, revealing what's wrong. She explains the true reason behind her tears. "Someone's come to collect me," she starts. My frustration simmers beneath the surface, but I take a deep breath. She's always in danger.

"You know, you have a real bad habit of getting yourself in trouble," I remark, not really sure what to say. 

But then, Y/N buries her face in my chest, causing my face to heat up. "I know," she wails. 

"It's alright," I assure her gently, her wide, beautiful eyes meeting mine. 

She looks so lost. "What do I do, Giyu? They want me to go back to Muzan. And if I don't, they tell the demon slayers that I'm not human."

I don't really know, honestly, I think to myself as I look down at her soft, quivering lips. I wish I knew how to make her feel better. 

Without really thinking, I let my hand cup her cheek, and the shift in her expression is palpable. There's a hint of surprise, a flicker of something deeper, as if she hadn't expected this moment to unfold quite like this. But of course, she hadn't, and neither had I... Especially not after that fight we had.

I then bend down slightly, causing the kiss that follows to be a delicate collision of emotions, a mixture of comfort and yearning that has been building beneath the surface. It's not a kiss born out of impulse, but rather a shared understanding of the complexities of our situation. 

And for once, right now I'm not just some demon slayer traveling along with a demon. Our lips meet, and I can instantly feel the longing that's quietly been growing between us. Her lips as gentle against mine, and in that moment, we finally find some peace in each other.

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9 | SHACKLES OF THE PAST

Pairing: Giyu Tomioka x Fem!Reader

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As you and Giyu continue walking beneath the dark sky, the landscape transitions into a livelier village. He then guides you into a noodle shop, and you feel a tinge of nervousness. Human food has never been your preference, and the bustling atmosphere around you is a constant reminder of how different your existence is from those around you.

Giyu's conversation with the owner becomes a distant hum in your ears as you glance around, observing the humans going about their lives. In the past, you would have relished in their fear, in the thought of consuming them. But then Giyu touches your arm softly, and you're suddenly pulled back to the present. 

When he guides you to a small private room, you find a low table in its center. As you sit down on a cushion, Giyu takes his place across from you. The waiter's voice intterupts your thoughts, offering water and a promise to return shortly.

"You do remember I'm a demon, right?" you say, leaning closer to him.

"Don't be so crude, Y/N," he responds, looking down at the menu instead of you. His comment makes your face heat up, and you stammer to defend yourself.

"I am not..." you tell him as you sit up straight. "It's just true and this food sucks."

"I know what you are. Why are you being defensive?" he then asks.

Taking in a deep breath, you admit, "Because human food is the worst."

"The only human food you ever had was what you made back in the forest," he then comments. "Maybe it's just your cooking that sucks. Besides, if you ever want to fit in around humans, or at least not look so damn suspicious all the time, then you should try eating it."

You grumble, anger boiling within you at his rude comment. "Whatever. I'm not even hungry anyway."

"You're not?" he hums as he finally looks up at you. "Why?"

"I don't know," you say with a shrug. "I haven't eaten in about two years now... since I woke up from that twelve year nap I had."

Giyu's wide-eyed reaction leaves you puzzled, and you swipe your hand in front of him to make sure he's alright.

"Two years? You haven't eaten in two years?" Giyu mutters.

"Hey, I'm still adjusting to this whole 'normal human' thing, alright?" you roll your eyes.

After a moment's pause, he shakes his head. "But that's not normal," he says, causing you to frown at him. "You know, if you want people to treat you normally, you shouldn't be hiding out in a creepy forest. You need to actually act normal."

His words cause you to feel guilty. Not just about the way you live, but about the lie you just told him. "Actually, there's something I need to tell you," you begin, receiving a curious look from Giyu. "During the final selection I was recognized by one of the other demons. I killed it, obviously, but one of the humans overheard everything we said so I..."

Giyu's eyes wide, his gaze fixed on you. He seems at a loss for words as the gravity of your confession sinks in. 

Just then, the waiter's return breaks the tension, providing a brief distraction. Giyu orders for the both of you and before you can come up with something to say, the clattering of dishes fill the room. As the meal arrives, you can't help but wonder how he's going to react, well, once he decides to react, that is.

The silence continues to grow, only to be broken by a question delivered in his typically straightforward manner. "Did you consciously decide to kill that human?"

His gaze pierces right through you, and you can't help but look down as you answer, "Yes."

His response is equally direct, "Then you better eat your damn food."

You let out an audible groan, not thrilled by the prospect of consuming something you find unappetizing.

His next question cuts deeper, "How do you even still have a consciousness? None of the other demons do," he adds, shaking his head softly.

You meet his eyes briefly before offering an explanation, "It's because I am a Kibutsuji."

Understanding dawns on his face, and he murmurs, "Right, I can't believe I forgot that."

Unexpectedly, Giyu stands up, leaving his food untouched. Confused, you follow him out of the restaurant. A sense of tension hangs in the air as he abruptly turns to you, his voice laced with frustration. "I can't believe you're acting so nonchalant about this. You took a person's life, and you want me to be cool with it?!"

Your eyes begin to water, and a lump forms in your throat. His words weigh heavily on your conscience.

He continues, his tone more somber now, "I need to be alone. Go back to the restaurant. The owner is letting us stay there. You can go up to the second floor."

You want to say something, to apologize or explain, but his retreating figure stops you. You watch him until he's completely out of sight, his form disappearing into the distance.

After Giyu walks away, a heavy silence settles over you, matching the weight of your thoughts. Uncertainty turns in your stomach, and you are torn between conflicting emotions.

Slowy, you walk towards a nearby lake. Gazing out at the water, you think about the possibility of leaving, not interfering with Giyu any further. But the question lingers: where would I even go? Back to Muzan? That option is out of the question. He’d kill you the moment you crossed his path, if not before then.

You take a deep breath and look down at your own reflection in the water. A heavy sigh escapes your lips, carrying the weight of your internal struggle.

With a resigned determination, you decide to return to the restaurant. Perhaps there’s still a chance to salvage the situation, to mend the cracked connection between you and Giyu. 

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8 | TRIAL BY FIRE

Pairing: Giyu Tomioka x Fem!Reader

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Y/N'S P.O.V.

Giyu pulls you down the mountain with a steady hand, leading you safely away from the wisteria. Your heart is still racing, the memories of the trial lingering like a shadow in your mind. Not to mention everything after, too. You can't help but feel relief wash over you as you leave the forest behind. You're sure it would have suffocated you if you had stayed any longer. 

At the bottom of the mountain, you arrive in a small town that is unfamiliar to you. Its atmosphere is a complete contrast to the vibrant life of the forest, as if the colors have been drained away. Even though it is supposed to be day, it feels like night. The town is gray and quiet, an eerie silence hanging in the air. You look around, uncertain of your surroundings, and turn to Giyu for answers.

"I don't know where we are," he admits, his voice low but steady. "Stay close," he says as he begins to walk over the bridge into the town.

As he walks ahead, you find yourself gazing at his back, a mixture of emotions swirling within you. He's willing to stand by you, to protect you, even now that he's aware of what you are. When he turns around to face you, you quickly look away, your cheeks warming. His question pulls you back to reality. "Are you coming?"

You nod, your heart still fluttering with a combination of nerves and gratitude. "Yes," you answer softly, and you begin to run after him. 

Together, side by side, you step into the strangely deserted town. There's an eerie quietness that envelops everything, as if time itself has come to a standstill, and you can't shake the feeling that something isn't quite right in this town.

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As you and Giyu walk through the silent town, a sense of unease continues to gnaw at your consciousness. The deserted streets and empty buildings give you a chilling feeling.

Suddenly, a low growl resonates through the air, sending a shiver down your spine. Giyu tenses beside you, his sword at the ready. You exchange a quick glance. Then, the growl grows louder, and from the shadows emerges a demon, its form shifting and contorting with every step.

Giyu's gaze narrows as he takes in the demon's appearance. It's a serpent-like creature, its scales shimmering with an eerie light. The demon's eyes gleam with malevolence, and you can sense the danger it poses.

"You know this guy?" Giyu mutters under his breath, his usual composure tinged with concern.

"No," you gulp. "But I think he's able to manipulate the air around himself."

"I can see him, Y/N, but he's like you. I can't sense his presence," he then whispers to you.

Your heart races as you realize that the two of you are going to have to take on the demon's strong abilities. A knot of worry forms in your chest. You've seen how capable Giyu is in battles, but standing in front of probably one of the strongest opponents you've faced with him so far is unnerving. 

The serpent-like demon's head darts forward, its jaw snapping dangerously close to Giyu. He barely manages to dodge in time, but the demon's speed catches him off guard. Its form shifts, leaving both of you disoriented. Giyu's movements become hesitant as he struggles to predict the demon's attacks.

You clench your fists, a mix of fear and determination coursing through you. You have no idea where your sword went- not that you'll need it anymore, but you know that you can't let Giyu do this alone, especially if his abilities are rendered ineffective.

As the demon lunges again, you sprint towards it, using your illusionary techniques to create confusion. You then move with precision, each strike calculated to keep the demon off balance.

While you and Giyu engage in battle against the serpent-like demon, the tension in the air is palpable, but amidst the chaos, your movements become more synchronized. Each strike complements the other's as you work to overcome the demon. However, even in the heat of battle, the two of you can't seem to let go of your arguing.

When the serpent demon's form shifts, Guyu shouts to you, "Watch out, behind you!" 

"Behind me? Really?" you reply, a grin tugging at your lips as you sidestep an attack. "Because I totally couldn't have figured that out on my own."

Giyu rolls his eyes, his focus on the demon. "Don't get in my way, Y/N."

"Me? Get in your way?" you scoff, landing a solid strike on the demon's side. "I think you're the one struggling to keep up."

His sword clashes with the demon's scales as he mutters, "I don't need your commentary."

As you continue the battle, your banter continues to mix with the clashes of his sword. The serpent demon's attacks become more erratic, evidence of your joint efforts. Each time Giyu dodges, he shoots you a pointed look, as if to say, "See? I can handle it."

You roll your eyes and respond with an exaggerated shrug, intentionally taking a step back to dodge a sudden lunge from the demon. "Oh, sure, Captain Serious. I'll just stand here and let you have all the fun."

His lips quirk into the tiniest of smiles, hidden beneath his stern exterior. "Just make sure you keep up."

You reply with a short laugh, your attention swiftly returning to the battle. Your rhythm with Giyu has grown remarkably fluid, each of you predicting the other's movements. The serpent demon's tactics become less effective, a clear sign that your teamwork is overpowering its trickery.

Giyu lunges forward, his sword finding its mark on the demon's throat. "Gotcha," he grumbles triumphantly.

You're quick to respond, a playful grin on your face. "Well, well. Looks like you had a few tricks up your sleeve after all."

He rolls his eyes, but you can tell he's struggling to hold back a chuckle. The demon's form wavers as it lets out an agonized roar, the culmination of your combined efforts finally bringing it to its knees.

As the serpent demon disintegrates into ash, you and Giyu stand side by side, chests heaving from exertion. The tension in the air begins to fade away, replaced by a sense of accomplishment and a shared understanding.

Giyu turns to you, a hint of a smile quirking his lips. "You know," he says, "for someone who can't shut up, you're not half bad in a fight."

You mockingly gasp, placing a hand over your heart. "Are you giving me a compliment, Giyu? I'm touched."

His expression shifts into something softer, his gaze meeting yours. "Just don't let it get to your head."

You let out a soft chuckle, the connection between you two more tangible than ever. As the tension eases, you exchange a meaningful glance with Giyu, a silent acknowledgment that despite your contrasts, you can find unity in crucial moments.

Giyu then begins to walk away, his back turned to you as he sheathes his sword.

"Hey, wait up!" you call, jogging to catch up with him. When you reach his side, you then ask the question you haven't been able to get off your mind. "So, uh, what does this mean for us?"

His response is measured like he doesn't quite want you to know what he's thinking. "You can stick around, and we'll see."

Frustration creeps into your voice, "What do you mean 'we'll see'?"

He maintains his mysterious demeanor, but a small smile tugs at his lips, "You'll find out."

Despite the groan that escapes your lips, a smile forms on your face, and you both continue your journey in a quiet, yet happy silence. 

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7 | UNVEILING SECRETS

Pairing: Giyu Tomioka x Fem!Reader

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One week later, you find yourself once again pressed between the wisteria trees, accompanied by three other humans who survived the tortuous week alongside you. Your heart quickens as you spot Giyu in the distance, a wave of emotions crashing over you. Uncertainty clouds your thoughts. Do you run to him? Do you let your guard down and show your true feelings? No, you remind yourself, maintaining your facade is crucial.

You turn your attention to the two girls in front of you, Kiriya and Kanata Ubuyashiki. Their congratulations ring in your ears, and you force a smile in response. It is honestly relieving that you've finally finished that week that lasted longer than the entire hundred-year Muromachi period. 

However, the weight of the situation is suffocating, especially when the two of them mention that a demon has somehow escaped. Dread knots in your stomach. Suspicion hangs heavy in the air, and it feels like every pair of eyes is fixed on you. Panic surges within you, spiraling into a full-blown attack that leaves you trembling and gasping for breath.

Amid the chaos, Giyu's firm grip on your arm startles you. He pulls you aside, his voice a reassuring anchor despite the chaos. "Y/n," he begins in a hushed tone, "there's something strange happening here. There's a demon that's somehow hiding its presence. And it's most likely a high-level demon, because it's beyond my detection." 

You try to ease the tension with a nervous chuckle. "Is that really the first thing you're going to say to me after a week of thinking I was dead?" you say, attempting to shift the conversation away from the unsettling topic. Giyu's response takes you by surprise.

"Oh, that reminds me," he says, his voice slightly embarrassed. "What did you say your family name is? I was trying to fill out a few forms for you, but I didn't have the answers to some of the questions." You then quickly make up a random family name.

Giyu raises an eyebrow. "I've never heard of that last name before, especially not for any ancient demon slayer family."

You offer a nonchalant smile. "Well, you know how secretive my family is."

Giyu nods in understanding. "That's true, you did mention that before."

Just then, a demon slayer speaks up with an idea. "Hey, why don't we all pluck a wisteria petal off a tree?" they suggest. "Whoever doesn't do it must be the demon."

You can feel your heart racing at a million miles per hour, your ears burning with the weight of what you've just heard. You desperately hope you heard them wrong, however, in a moment of panic, you glance back at Giyu and grab him by the arm.

"I need to talk to you about something right now," you say quietly. "Privately."

You then lead him away from the group, creating enough distance to ensure your conversation doesn't get overheard. Then, taking a deep breath, you meet Giyu's eyes. You're about to admit something that might change everything between you two.

A heavy feeling settles in your chest as you realize that the time you've spent together might be coming to an end. Despite the circumstances, you've enjoyed his company, and you're going to miss it more than you ever thought.

Giyu looks at you with concern on his face. "Are you okay?" he asks, his voice soft with worry.

You let out a heavy sigh, trying to find the right words. "Giyu," you begin, your voice wavering slightly, "the demon they're talking about... it's me."

His eyes widen, realization dawning on him as if a puzzle piece finally fell into place. "So that's why I could never find the demon I was looking for," he mutters to himself, his tone a mix of surprise and understanding. He then draws his sword and points it at you, a mixture of caution and disbelief in his eyes. "How have you been able to disguise yourself this whole time?"

"It's my demon art," you explain calmly. "For a long time, I didn't use it 'cause what's the point in hiding from humans? But the ability to mask my presence is something I've had for centuries..."

He seems taken aback. "Centuries?" he exclaims. "What the hell?"

Raising your hand, you implore him, "Giyu, please, I'm not going to hurt you. I never planned to. I've enjoyed spending time with you, really."

His eyes search yours, a mix of emotions playing across his face. He asks about your family, and you admit, "Well, it's half true. I do have an ancient demon family... Muzan Kibutsuji is my older cousin."

The revelation hits him like a tidal wave, and for a moment, you think he might faint from shock. The truth is finally out, and the weight of it hangs heavily in the air, like a bridge connecting two worlds that should never have intertwined.

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GIYU'S P.O.V.

"Why were you out in the forest alone?" I manage to ask her, my heart racing as I try to comprehend the reality before me. I try to strike at her, but she evades. 

"Giyu, please don't do this!" She tries not to scream, tries not to draw any attention.

I make another attempt to strike her, this time severing her arm only to watch it regrow before my eyes. There's no doubt about it now and my mind is a whirlwind of confusion and betrayal. 

"Why did you agree to become a demon slayer?" I demand, my frustration evident in every swing of my sword. She then explains that she left her home, living with Muzan Kibutsuji until he drove her to the brink of insanity which, honestly, she deserves props for dealing with him for such a long period of time.

She falls to the ground as I swipe both of her legs off. I stand over her, the tip of my sword beneath her chin, forcing her gaze up. Tears glisten in her eyes, a sight I've never associated with a demon before. Betrayal and disbelief war within me, but I can't ignore the honesty of her emotions. Sighing, I say, "You have the same goal as the demon slayers do, and I bet you didn't even fucking know that."

Her eyes widen in realization, and she stammers desperately, "I... I could work with the demon slayers."

Shaking my head, I reply, "They'll never accept you." And before she can say what I know she's about to, I add, "They'll find out eventually."

Y/n groans in frustration, but I instruct her to get to her feet. Slowly, she complies. "You know, I've never seen a demon with a will of their own before," I admit softly. "Someone who could choose to go against Muzan. But, as crazy as it all sounds, I believe you."

Before she can say anything back, a chorus of calls from the other new demon slayers reaches us. "We need to get out of here," I tell her, my voice firm. I grab onto her arm, knowing she won't be able to make it through the wisteria without a bit of help. And together, we run, leaving behind the place that has forever changed my opinion of the world. 

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5 | HAUNTED MEMORIES

Pairing: Giyu Tomioka x Fem!Reader

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MUROMACHI PERIOD (1436)

You and a few of your demon friends walk together, anticipation in the air as you close in on a nearby village. Onyx, the same demon who will eventually try to attack you in the woods with Giyu, expresses his excitement as he talks about the number of humans in the village nearby.

Covered by a shrowd of shadows, Kael'tar, another one of your companions, adds with a sinister grin, "Those stupid humans won't even know what hit 'em. Bet it'll take less than five minutes 'til we're done."

Your mouth waters, a familiar anticipation building within you. "This is going to be quite the feast," you comment, unable to contain your eagerness. Lilith, always quick with a reply, playfully scolds you to share for once, given your knack for finding the most prey. You chuckle in response, "No way, first come first serve." Lilith joins in your laughter, accepting your challenge. 

As the group ventures forward, your gaze lifts to notice a small village nestled in the darkness ahead. Moonlight gently illuminates the small cottages and narrow cobblestone streets. And before you know it, your friends are already on the move, vanishing into the shadows as chaos and panicked cries break the previously silent town. The familiar sounds of agony and terror, which you once found alluring, now stir an unsettling discomfort within you. 

Hunger claws at your insides, a reminder that you still need to eat. Yet, as you watch the others begin to ravage the villagers, a conflicted feeling arises within you. The village is smaller than you thought, and the number of victims seems overwhelming, even for your group. You're not sure why you're thinking of these things- you used to be the one who reveled in such scenes.

Guilt and a growing sense of empathy tug at your consciousness. The voices of the dying mix with the slurping sounds of feasting, forming a song of despair that hits you straight in your core. You begin to wrestle with the tension between your nature and your newfound understanding of the human suffering before you. For the first time, your hunger is accompanied by a sense of regret.

Amid the chaos, you stand still, your mind wrestling with conflicting emotions. The choice between satisfying your hunger and confronting the reality of your action from the past few centuries looms before you. 

About five minutes later, your friends return to your side, their bloodied forms contrasting your own cleanliness. Lilith's concerned gaze locks onto you. "Are you okay? You look frozen?" she asks.

Onyx chuckles, his tone dripping with amusement. "Probably still hungry. We all know how she gets."

Kael'tar smirks. "There's still about a hundred left out there if you want to go for seconds."

Lilith narrows her eyes, studying you intently. "Hold on a second, why are you so clean? There's not a drop of blood on you."

You offer a casual shrug, masking your turmoil beneath a mask of indifference. "I've grown tired of cleaning up every time I eat. Seems more efficient this way." You avert your gaze, feigning a disinterested air, and begin to walk toward the village. Despite your nonchalant facade, your heart races, and a sense of dread churns within you.

The village greets you with a gruesome scene. Buildings that once stood as symbols of human life are now mutilated by violence, their walls splattered with crimson. The streets are littered with the deceased, their lifeless forms scattered against the backdrop of destruction.

Gulping down the vomit that rises in your throat, you navigate the gruesome terrain. An unintentional step on a lifeless body sends a shiver down your spine. They're already dead, you remind yourself, trying to quell the rising guilt.

After you finish eating, you return to the others, their friendship more unsettling than comforting. Onyx's arm casually drapes around you and kisses you on the cheek. "Feeling better now?" he asks, a smug grin tugging at his lips.

You offer a tight nod, forcing a smile. "A bit less hungry, I guess."

Laughter erupts from your companions, their happiness scratching against the gnawing unease that has taken root within you. As the echoes of their laughter fade, a sickening realization settles in your chest – the darkness that once consumed you now seems more suffocating than ever.

Pulling you out of your thoughts, Lilith yanks you away from the other two demons and asks, "So, are you and Onyx a thing again?" she teases, her voice carrying a mischievous undertone. 

"No. You know my cousin already threatened him twice," you reply, shaking your head.

"Well, I don't know how well that'll keep him away. He's certainly got a stubborn streak," Lilith chuckles. "But anyway, you know your cousin, Master Muzan, is real hot."

You groan. This isn't the first time one of your friends has brought that up, but you can't imagine how someone could possibly be considered attractive when they're such a major asshole. "Don't even think about it," you warn her, your tone laced with a touch of bitterness. "Say one thing wrong, and he'll kill you."

Lilith lets out a low laugh, seemingly undeterred. "Oh, I know," she replies casually, she's totally unfazed by what you just said. "But he's still cute."

You roll your eyes, a faint smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Lilith, you've got strange taste in men," you remark.

She grins back at you. "Can't help it. Demons have their own appeal."

The conversation then takes a slightly more serious turn as she probes you this time. "By the way, why aren't you and Muzan ever together?" she asks, her eyes narrowing slightly, a hint of curiosity in her gaze.

You pause, choosing your words carefully. You know that Muzan could be crafty, using Lilith to gather information on you. "You know how it is," you reply nonchalantly, your tone dismissive. "Busy schedules, different paths. We're not as close as we used to be."

Lilith nods, seemingly satisfied with your response. "Fair enough," she says, and then with a wink, she adds, "But if you ever find out he's looking for a wife, let me know."

You can't help but laugh, a genuine sound that cuts through the tension. "Trust me, that'll never happen," you respond, your voice carrying a playful edge.

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After that haunting night, you settle into a new routine. Most of the time, you sustain yourself on the leftovers left behind by the other demons. Their insatiable hunger often leaves behind a morbid buffet of discarded human remains, and you've become skilled at scavenging from their gruesome feasts.

But, there are also times when the hunger becomes unbearable and a gnawing emptiness threatens to consume you whole. In those times, you revert to your old ways as an instrument of death.

Now, as you train with Giyu to become a demon slayer and create an unexpected connection with him, a glimmer of hope blossoms within you. You haven't felt the need to eat in the year you woke up and you haven't even seriously considered eating him... yet.

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3 | EMBRACING SHADOWS

Pairing: Giyu Tomioka x Fem!Reader

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Pleased to meet you

Hope you guess my name

But what's puzzling you

Is the nature of my game...

While looking at one of the cookbooks you found when you moved into the cabin, you stir the simmering pot of soup in front of you. You've created a concoction of things you found in the forest, wild mushrooms, herbs, and a handful of berries. As the aroma wafts through the wait, you hear movement from the bed, and your attention is drawn to the man who's now sitting up, casting aside the blanket.

"Where am I?" he asks, his voice still groggy from his unconscious state.

"In the same woods as before at, uh, my house," you reply, your voice a bit shaky as you keep your gaze averted from his.

His eyes scan the surroundings, confusion evident on his face. "And the demon? What happened?"

You glance at him very briefly before turning your attention back to the pot. "I took care of it. It won't be bothering anyone anymore."

The man blinks in shock, clearly struggling to process your words. "You... you took care of it?"

You smile down softly into the soup pot. "Lucky I was there, right?" God, the soup smells horrible but the human across the room would make a delicious meal... Too bad you just saved his life. You can't really kill him now, can you?

The man rubs the back of his head, a mix of disbelief and annoyance crossing his features as he feels the area where you patched him up. "I can't believe I got knocked out so easily. How stupid."

"You're not seriously hurt," you assure him in a soft voice. "I managed to fix you up well. Just take it easy for a bit."

His attention then shifts to the aroma of the soup filling the air and he walks closer to you. "What's that smell? Are you cooking something?"

You nod, your fingers instinctively tightening around the stirring spoon as an actual human begins to approach you. "Soup," you gulp. "It's not much, but it should make you feel better."

"You don't mind if I stay then, do you?" he asks, his gaze focused on the meal you've prepared as he sits down at the nearby table.

The moment stretches forever as you consider his question. Do you really want a human sticking around? You've never been near a human this long before without devouring it. "Stay until you feel better," you then respond, trying not to let the hesitation show in your voice.

The man looks at you with a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty as you hand him his bowl of soup. "What about you? Aren't you going to eat?"

"Oh," you reply quickly, completely forgetting how abnormal it'll look if you don't eat. He's already suspicious as it is. "Yes, I will eat out of the pot," you reply politely, your eyes avoiding his again as you try to appear nonchalant.

You sit down across from him at the little table, the silence between you slightly awkward. He's sitting in the chair where you typically sit when you're reading or drawing your loneliness away. In fact, you don't think you've ever sat on this side of the table before.

"Thanks for making food," his voice then calls out, interrupting your spiraling thoughts.

You manage a small nod, your eyes focused on your bowl. "I thought it would help you feel better."

He takes a bite of the soup, and you watch him closely, waiting for his reaction. "It's... good," he comments, though his expression remains somewhat neutral.

You look down at your bowl and stir your spoon around a couple times as you contemplate eating the disgusting-looking meal. However, you manage to choke down a couple bites before deciding that you're never going to eat human food again. Politely, you place down your spoon and comment, "You're right, it is good. But I'm actually full from eating just before you came so I've had enough..."

The man nods, taking another spoonful of his soup. "By the way, since you said you were training to become a demon slayer... would you be interested in helping me hunt down that demon with me? I don't think the one from before was my target."

You agree with a measured nod, concealing your true motives. It might mean trouble for you if any demons out there give your description to him. "Sure, I can help. Let's make sure we can find it before it can cause any more trouble!"

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That night, you venture into the dark woods with the man by your side. 

"Demons could be around at all times in this place," the man comments as he looks around. "Is it always dark?"

"Yes," you nod somewhat proudly that you've found such an amazing place that allows you to be outside all the time. "That's why I moved here."

"Huh?" he asks, turning to you.

"Oh, 'cause more training opportunities," you reply with a slightly nervous laugh. That was close.

The man's gaze shifts to your side where he notices the sword you swiped before walking out of your cabin. Thank goodness you stole it from that demon slayer a few months back before they ran off scared. "What kind of breathing technique do you use?" he asks.

"It's called Serene Moon Breathing," you answer, recalling the time you spent coming up with a good breathing-style idea. Though it wasn't because you thought you'd ever be asked, you just liked to imagine. "It is an ancient style passed down through generations," you continue. This part, at least, isn't a lie. You continue to explain how it enhances your physical abilities, refines your 'swordsmanship' and heightens your perception during battles.

"It's not well-known because it's been a secret for generations in my family. Originally, it was used for self-defense rather than slaying, which might be why you haven't heard for it," you tell him after he mentions he has never heard of a style quite like yours.

The man nods in response, seemingly interested. However, you can feel the weight of your lies bearing down on you, intensifying your nervousness. "Do you think you could show me?" he then has the audacity to ask. You nearly faint.

"Yeah, I guess," you agree. What else can you do? You stop walking and draw your sword, your hands trembling slightly as you hold it. You gaze down at the blade, your heart pounding.

Before you get a chance to do anything, he asks yet another question. "Why hasn't your sword changed colors?" he questions, pulling your attention back to him. 

You shrug, your nerves making it difficult to form a coherent response. You then focus on the task at hand and slice through a large, thick tree. As the tree topples, an explosion of flowers surrounds you, a statement of the power of your unique demon art. The sound of the tree crashing to the ground is then accompanied by an unusual noise that catches your attention.

"Did you hear that?" you ask, your voice tense.

The man's response is immediate. "Who wouldn't? It was so loud."

"No, there's a demon," you murmur, your instincts on high alert. The anticipation of another encounter with a demon sends a shiver down your spine, but you stand your ground, ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead.

You and your companion look around together until you see the demon emerge from the shadows. Onyx the Mirage Demon appears, causing a cold shiver to run down your spine. His presence is unmistakable, and his words send a clear message. "There you are. I am here to bring you back to Master Muzan."

Your heart races as he speaks. However, apparently, the man beside you believes that Onyx is talking to him and he seems ready to defend himself against the threat, his resolve evident in his stance.

"No chance in hell," the man growls, his voice laced with determination as he faces Onyx. 

Onyx's attention then fixates solely on him, his illusions swirling around the human's form. The fight begins as the demon's manipulation of light and illusions becomes apparent. The forest then becomes a chaotic symphony of deceptive images, each illusion posing as a threat. 

You and the human struggle to distinguish between real and illusionary attacks, constantly on the defensive as Onyx's multiple projections mess with your senses.

The tension in the air thickens as you and the human world together to make your way through the attacks, your movements in synchrony to counter Onyx's attacks. However, the tricky demon continues to dart between his illusions, landing sneak attacks that test your focus. Yet, you and the human refuse to falter. With each strike, you chip away at Onyx's illusions.

Amidst the chaos, you manage to catch a glimpse of Onyx's true form. You turn to the human, who nods in understanding. With your grip tight on your new sword, you charge at the real Onyx. Your swords slice through each of the illusions that try to conceal him until, with a coordinated strike, you and the human slice Onyx's head clear off.

Breathing heavily, you turn to the man, a mixture of relief and satisfaction filling the air. He looks at you, curiosity and respect in his eyes. "What's your name?" he asks, his voice genuine.

You meet his gaze and reply, "I'm Y/N." A small smile tugs at the corner of your lips, your heart still racing from the intensity of the battle.

"You're really good," he admits, a hint of surprise in his voice.

You offer a modest nod, your gratitude evident. "Thank you." It was the best you could do while still trying to maintain the facade that you're a demon slayer, not a demon.

He then extends a hand, introducing himself. "I'm Giyu."

"Thanks, Giyu," you smile as the weight of your secrets is momentarily forgotten, replaced by a new bond forged through combat.

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