#kny hurt

[ponderingmoonlight]

Sanemi losing it completely when you're out drinking

Pairing: Sanemi x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,3k

Synopsis: He shouldn't worry, shouldn't even think about bringing you back home when you're out enjoying a careless night with the other hashira. BUt what if you get too careless? What if alcohol turns you into a monster just like his father? Sanemi has no choice.

Warnings: This contains a lot of trauma on Sanemi's side regarding an abusive father + alcohol abuse so if those are topics that make you feel uncomfortable please don't read, super duper hurt but fluff in the end to heal y'alls broken hearts after hihi

omg I'm sooo excited for your piece of mind regarding this fic @sanemifucker

He’s acting ridiculous and he knows it. Sitting outside the house far past midnight, watching from afar how people go in and out regularly. He should have called it a day, should have stayed right at his estate where he belongs.

But there’s no way he’ll let that slide. There’s no way in hell he’ll just wait for you to return after your little girls’ night out.

What if you’re drinking?

“Please stop, you’re scaring the kids!”

“Scaring the kids? I couldn’t care less about those disgusting little things. And you-“

His father grabbed his mother by her collar and dragged her into the air, feet dangling over the ground unpromising.

“Who do you think you are to tell me what to do, slut?”

“STOP!”

Before his little self even realized what was doing, he lunged towards his father head-first and sent him straight to the ground.

“You…you…you little shit!”, he cried out before ramming his fist into Sanemi’s body over and over again until eventually, darkness consumed him.

Sanemi doesn’t even notice his own heavy breaths and how he clenches his fists so hard that blood spills.

What if you turn aggressive, reckless, foolish?

What if you get hurt like his mother?

He springs up so fast that his head feels dizzy for a moment, not even realizing how his hands pound against Mitsuri’s door.

“Shinazugawa-san!”, the pink-haired woman cries out with reddened cheeks.

“So you still decided to come-“

“I’m only here to look after (y/n)”, he mumbles distantly, already making his way inside.

There you sit. Ears bright pink, right next to Tengen who fills your empty cup with what looks like sake.

His heart clenches so suddenly at the sight of you with that glass in your hand that he it feels like exploding any given moment. The flickering lantern light that dances across your face and highlights your flushed cheeks. Your laughter, light and carefree, echoing through Mitsuri’s estate like a beautiful melody.

But all Sanemi can focus on is the way your fingers curl around the delicate cup, the liquid glinting amber as you raise it to your lips.

A cascade of memories floods his mind all over again — his father’s rough grip on a bottle, the stench of alcohol mixing with the iron tang of blood, the echoes of his mother's pained cries reverberating through their small home. His chest tightens, breath hitching as the past and present blur together in the ugliest way possible. He wants to reach out, to pull the glass away, to shield you from the poison that shattered his world since day one.

“We’re leaving. Right now”, he barks at you while grabbing your wrist and yanking you upwards, sending the cup shattered onto the floor.

“Sanemi, w-what?”, you stutter.

You feel like an idiot, stumbling over your own feet when Sanemi drags you outside without any mercy. The second you run against the wall of fresh air, you feel like fainting for a moment, losing your balance as you trip over a branch.

“Did you really drink so much that you can’t even walk properly anymore?”, he jeers at you with his eyes spitting nothing but disgust your way.

“N-no, I-“

“Had a fun night out, huh? Drinking so much that you can’t cough out a straight sentence, sitting next to Tengen while letting him fill your fucking cup. Can’t you see how disgusting you are?”

Even though your senses are blurred, you can feel your heart breaking at those harsh words. When you left, he even kissed you goodbye and wished you a good night. What happened that made him this upset? And why does he look at you as if you’re the most sickening creature on this planet?

“Sanemi, I-“

“Was it worth it, (y/n)? Did it make you happy, getting drunk like this?”, he now screams on top of his lungs while your eyes fill with salty tears.

“I’m sure you had a great time drinking sake with Tengen, who knows what you guys did when I was gone. What if you turn aggressive!?“

“STOP!”, you finally cry out.

“I drank three cups of sake before you came and insulted me like that! And the only one who's acting aggressive at the moment is you, Sanemi Shinazugawa!”

Sanemi stops in his tracks, hand still keeping your wrist in place while turning around to look at you.

Fuck.

Sanemi's harsh words hang in the air just like your despair, a stark contrast to the warmth and laughter that filled the room moments before. Your eyes widen, the light in them dimming as the sting of his insult sink in completely. You’ve been laughing, enjoying a rare evening of relaxation, but now your expression is crumpled with hurt.

Sanemi's anger vanishes as quickly as it flared when he slowly but surely starts to realize what he just said. Did he really call you disgusting, aggresive? You, the most precious angel walking on earth?

The pain glimmering in your glossy orbs speaks values as well as the way your hands tremble ever so slightly. A heavy silence settles between you, his very own words paired you’re your pained voice now echoing in his mind in mockery.

He fucked up.

Oh, he fucked this up completely.

“(y/n) I’m…I’m sorry”, he finally hushes out.

What if you leave him? What if you’ll never talk to him again? He ruined your night out of his own selfishness, made you feel like an idiot when he’s the only one who’s acting like a jerk. Fuck, he even screamed at you, slapped that cup out of your hands like a maniac. You don’t deserve this. He doesn’t deserve you.

“I didn��t mean…I just…It’s not you. It’s me, my past…”, the stutters.

You want to stay mad at him, want to let out your anger and frustration when he just ended that one peaceful night of the year with his cruel words and strange behaviour. But something about the way his face drops forces you towards him. Something about the way his voice breaks urges you to cup his cheek with your hand.

“Tell me about it”, you demand gently, watching how he fights against a pool of tears that now threatens to spill over his reddened eyes.

“When I saw you with that drink…It brought back all that shit I tried to burry. My father was an fucking addict, always came home drunk and hit my mother…He was a useless piece of shit because of that damned alcohol, forced her to take care of us kids all by herself. That’s why I never drink, I’ve never been drunk in my entire life. But when I saw you with that drink….I snapped like an idiot and I…All I see is him when smelling that...”

“Sanemi.”

You cup his face with both hands, gently pushing him towards you so that his face is only inches away from yours.

“I get it. I just wished we’d talk this out before you’re coming at me out of nowhere. For a second, I really thought you’d end this…”

“Ending this? Us?”

You find yourself entangled in a passionate kiss just milliseconds later, almost swallowed whole by all the affection and longing Sanemi puts against your lips.

“I might be dumb, but not that stupid. You’re my everything (y/n). I’d rather die than giving you away.”

“That’s good to hear”, you mumble breathlessly.

“But please…You need to talk to me, Sanemi. Especially about stuff like this. I need to know what’s going on. We’re a team, right?”, you continue gently.

His eyes widen and stare down at you in sheer disbelief when only a trail of tears seems to remain on your face. Aren’t you mad and disappointed because he screamed at you like this out of nowhere? Don’t you need space? But instead, you’re suggesting…him opening up?

“You're not mad because I called you those nasty things?"

"To be honest I'm still a little hurt, but I get it. I bet it's hard to watch other people drink when alcohol fucked up your whole life", you reply in an instant, your eyes gleaming in nothing but sincerity.

"And I won't drink ever again when you're around. I promise."

"You'd...You'd really do that?", he mutters in sheer surprise.

"I don't need sake in my life. But you, I definitely can't afford to lose you."

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[brightymir]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 𝐮. 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐧 + 𝐰𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬

》 contains: vivid description of gory injuries, heated arguments, tengen shouts at reader & vice versa, misspellings, final battle heavy spoilers

》 angst, hurt/comfort

》 wc: ±2k

》 uzui tengen x gn!demon slayer!reader x hinatsuru x makio x suma

》 a/n: i hope you guys enjoy this, lmk what you think! thank you so much for your continued support, have a wonderful day!

the entire room was silent, even the clattering of the utensils came to a halt and everyone held their breaths in tension. three pairs of eyes flickered back and forth between you and tengen, one filled with worry, the other with anxiety, and the other with shock. tengen set his chopsticks and bowl down, letting out a long and aggravated sigh, one that was directed at you.

your eyes were trained on the dumplings in front of you while tengen's magenta ones descended on your form. your three wives looked at each other with apprehension and nervousness, not knowing what to say at the moment.

"i thought we all agreed to retire after defeating an upper rank? what's with this sudden suggestion, y/n?" tengen's voice started out calm and soothing, trying to appease you and coax you into forgetting the silly little idea you thought of at the dinner table.

the meal started nice and slow, the four of them chatting away about the mission they had recently where they defeated an upper rank six. you were silent up until halfway, wherein you expressed your desire to go back to the corps and continue your service as a kinoe.

you resigned from the corps shortly after your marriage with tengen, suma, makio, and hina. you were the most loved out of everyone and they prioritized your safety very much, eventually convincing you to put down the sword and store away your haori in the back of your cabinet.

but life was mundane ever since. especially when you've been practicing the sword ever since you were fourteen. it is wonderful to be married to wives and a husband like them, you are grateful to wake up next to them everyday but you know that you are destined for better things, and the world needs you.

you retrieved your hands from the table and settled them on your lap, where hinatsuru held it and rubbed the back with her thumb. you watched suma as she took a sip of water while beads of sweat formed on makio's forehead.

your eyes flew up to tengen’s, yours filled with determination while his was adamant, unrelenting. 

“i... i did not defeat an upper rank. why must i retire? i’m clearly still meant for so many things and my talent is needed out there. the corps needs me, and moreso the world. i love this, i love the four of you and i love this marriage. but it’s not right for me to turn my back on those who-” you were cut off by the banging of a porcelain cup on the wood table, the contents spilling. 

you let out a choked cough and re-focused your gaze to tengen's. his eyes now, however, were filled with fury and irritation. he did not look like he will back down on you anytime soon and instead, was adamant on getting you to give up on your suggestion.

"i have already established a clear life hierarchy, and the four of you are on top of it; my priorities. i am not going back on my word and i will not allow you to put your life in danger" he retorted, voice shaking. whether fueled by anger or desperation, you didn’t know.

you heaved a sigh and inched closer to him. “do you belittle my skills that much?” you asked sharply and your three wives stood from their chair. they knew how it’s gonna be when you used that tone; things were not about to go down nicely. 

tengen’s magenta eyes looked over at you, this time filled with an incredulous look, turning a darker shade at your provocation. 

“i don’t care, i’m going to go-”

“do you not understand what i want?! are you seriously so dumb that you cannot comprehend how dangerous it is going to be from now on?! we killed an upper rank, and more upper ranks will start to emerge! are you so inferior that you didn’t kill an upper rank which is why you’re being like this?!” he shouted, voice booming and resonating in every corner of your home.

huh?

what?

inferior? who? you? 

you blinked and flinched a few times. you have never seen him this mad. he insisted on always being calm, flashy, and flamboyant; anger never seemed to be his outlet. 

you felt angry, confused, surprised, and everything all at once. your mind not functioning properly, you just reciprocated his actions the last few moments.

“s-so what?! you four were able to defeat an upper moon! everyone is alive and here, recovering! why... why can’t you let me be, tengen?! i am more than capable of helping and aiding the corps, they need me!” you shouted back and hinatsuru came to your side, attempting to soothe you. 

“goddamn it! we need you too! your family needs you; makio, suma, and hina needs you. i need you! we are retiring honorably, we all lived our lives prioritizing others-”

“and i’ll die that way if needed” you cut him off with a cold tone. your three wives gasped at your statement, suma’s eyes watering while makio looked distraught, hinatsuru’s grip tightening around your arm.

tengen had a dumbfounded look on his face, refusing to believe what you just uttered. then, his face curled up to anger and anguish, walking off from the table. the four of you stood together, listening as tengen’s footsteps disappeared into the shared bedroom. 

you wriggled off of hinatsuru’s grasp and began to walk out the front door, deciding to get some fresh air. 

you sat by the pond, looking at your reflection. you did not contemplate your choices, you knew what you wanted and you knew exactly how to get it, and you knew what you had to give up to get it. 

a few minutes later, you heard three pairs of footsteps approach you. you chuckled to yourself at the way they announced themselves. they could, after all, be as quiet as they want but chose to inform you of their presence, trying to gauge your mood and aura first. 

makio sat to your left while suma snuggled to your right, hinatsuru opting to embrace you from behind. they sat in silence and waited for you to speak. you surmise that tengen must have either given them the silent treatment or have requested them to check up on you, the latter being more likely. 

“i won’t change my mind, you know” you started and sighed, feeling your wives stiffen at your blunt words. you hear them sigh altogether, lost and at their wit's ends trying to calm down tengen and get you to change your mind.

"love, must you really go back to the corps?" makio started, trying to hide the quiver in her voice even though the firm grip she has on your arm gave her sadness away.

"y/n, can't you just stay with us? those upper rank demons are all so scary, so mean!" suma sobbed and whined, snot running down her nose which made makio smack her.

hinatsuru was calm, tracing patterns on your back. "i won't stop you from doing what you feel like you need to do. but, darling, we'd love to just have a peaceful life with you" she whispered.

your eyes, still trained on the your reflection, began to water at the mere thought of probably losing what you treasured the most. you smiled and pulled them in for a hug, pressing kisses to their temples, cheeks, and lips.

the four of you walked back to your shared bedroom where you see tengen sitting on the edge of the bed, clearly anxious and waiting for the four of you. once he sees you enter, he wastes no time in rushing up to you and engulfing you in a hug.

"oh y/n, i'm so sorry. i did not mean what i said back there i was just too caught up in my emotions. i was not thinking straight, i apologize if i hurt you in anyway. i-" you cut him off by chuckling and tapping him on his shoulders.

"it's fine, tengen. don't worry about it, i understand and i'm alright" you replied and he smiled at your statement, pulling you in for a soft kiss. his lips felt extremely warm and comforting against yours, molding perfectly like it does every time.

that night, you were all huddled up in bed. you were sandwiched between tengen and makio, their arms wrapped around your waist. suma and hinatsuru were on tengen's other side, both reaching out to you as well.

"you'll stay right?" tengen's hoarse and sleepy voice sounded through the room. it was silent for a few seconds, not a sound was made.

"hmm. i love you, good night" was all you said before drifting off to sleep. the four of them exchanged glances but did not utter a word. they simply hugged you tight and fell asleep, content that the five of you will spend a lifetime together.

or so they thought.

for what greeted them in the morning was your empty cabinet, haori missing.

and a sword that used to be hung on the living room wall next to tengen's was not in place.

the only thing that they found was the exquisite hair pin they gifted you on your birthday a few months ago, alongside a short note.

i'll come back home, when muzan is reduced to ashes. i love you all.

the next news they heard about you was that you aided and played a crucial role in the defeat of upper moons four and five. the sigh of relief they let out was large when they found out that you did not sustain any life treathening injuries.

they did contemplate going to the headquarters to check up on you but they knew you would not like that that's why they only relied on shinobu and kasugai crows to know how you were faring back in the corps.

they had hoped to see you during the hashira training but you were nowhere in sight. mitsuri noted that as a kinoe, your participation was not required and instead, was only voluntary.

when the day of the final battle arrived, shinjuro noticed how tengen was restless and uneasy. the flamboyant and collected former sound hashira was clammy and kept sighing, a thin sheet of sweat coating his forehead.

"worried?" shinjuro began, attempting to calm tengen's nerves. tengen huffed and bit his lower lip.

"they're strong, i know that, i believe in them. but even rengoku did not survive upper moon three and i barely got out alive from upper moon six. i just... i'm worried sick. i wish i'm with them but as if i can do anything in my current state" he rambled and fought back tears. shinjuro tapped him on the back three times.

"you believe in them. then, you have to believe they'll come home" the older man replied, before returning to high alert, guarding the little children of the ubuyashiki clan.

every minute felt like hours, hours felt like days. tengen thought the moon had no plans to descend. it felt like he has aged twenty years from simply waiting for the sun to rise.

when they confirmed that everything was well and safe, they went with the children to the site of muzan's ashes; relief and flowing through their bodies as they shed tears of joy.

in the midst of happiness, tengen felt a kakushi tap his arm to get his attention. he then understood and followed the woman who led him to you.

tengen felt sick. he wanted to throw up, he wanted to cry, he wanted to shout. even from a distance, he could see how bloodied and disfigured you were sitting next to gyomei. he could hear breathing, faint, but it was there. he could hear heart beating, slow, but it was there.

he knelt on the ground next to your body. you were seated, back against the cold wall, hunched over. hair tangled and messy, mouth still ejecting blood. right arm was nowhere to be found, right leg was sliced severely with countless cuts decorating the expanse of it. your stomach sliced open with a big gash, your guts threatening to spill out. your sword resting on your cold left palm.

carefully, tengen scooped you in his large arms. he held you with so much tenderness, care, love. afraid that you would slip away soon.

because you were.

your eyes were barely open, but you could see your husband. crying like a big baby. he was holding you delicately, pulling you flush against him. his teardrops fell against your uniform, quickly creating a damp spot.

he was only crying silently, afraid to startle you. he sniffled and fought back the tears when he felt you raise your left hand, resting it against his cheek.

"t-tengen, i... i'm s-so—" you had a coughing fit, more blood spewing from your mouth. tengen cried harder at this. seeing you in pain, like this, felt like his heart was being pierced by a million swords.

he hushed you, not wanting to hear how you gasped for breath, how you tried to not choke on your blood, how you fought for your life which was hanging by a thread.

"'m sorry... b-but i.. i couldn't have done it any other way." you wheezed, trying to prolong your oxygen supply even though it was getting more difficult by the second.

tengen pressed a kiss to your temple, a kiss to your eyes, a kiss to your cheek, a kiss to your lips.

"y/n... hush my love. save your breath please, please. you can make it, baby. hang on please, you told us you'll come home" he said and shed tears even harder. the kakushis around the two of you also started sobbing especially those who have always been with you after your every mission.

you smiled and opened your eyes fully one last time, looking at the beauty of your darling. your eyes filled with love and adoration, laced with pain and brimming with sadness.

"don't come up too soon, alright? live a happy life, i love you, and our wives. i love all of you, 'til my last breath" you mumbled and your eyes fluttered shut.

tengen sobbed, pulling you closer, mumbling incoherently as the cries of the kakushis from all over were heard.

hah, 'til your last breath indeed.

tears were shed that fateful day, both from joy and grief.

blood were shed that cruel day, for the sake of peace and safety.

lives were loss that historic day, all sacrificed for the future of humanity.

they were glad you passed with no regrets. but for tengen, makio, suma, and hinatsuru, you will always be their greatest.

greatest regret, greatest love, greatest thing.

© 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐘𝐌𝐈𝐑 2022 - all rights reserved. please do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or share my work on other platforms without permission. thank you.

[strawberry-lemonade-kisses]

It Hurt's

Tags - Ex!Sanemi, Brief mention of suicidal ideation, cursing, hurt-no comfort

The room was thickening with tension as you stared down the man sitting across the room. Rain pelted the windows behind you as you listened to his defense.

“this went from a mutual agreement, to me being the worst thing in your life. And now your make assumptions about me because I added a picture to tinder.” His tone was curt, the pinch in his eyebrows showing his exasperation at your previous words.

“You don’t listen to me, you're not Listening Sanemi! I didn’t fucking want this. I never wanted to break up, but you didn’t give me a choice. You said ‘I don’t have time for you’. That was it. You ignored my suggestions and refused to even try to find a solution. What was I supposed to do? Now here you are playing the fucking victim when all I wanted was you! God damn it, it was you! Even when I didn’t want to be alive, I gave you all I had and you couldn’t do the decency of trying to stay? To work on us? So yes, I’m fucking angry. I’m hurt, I’m mad. But I can’t be here when you fall in love with someone else, when I’m still crying over you.” Your frustration was evident in the defensive stance you took, one foot aimed towards him and the other pointed at the door. Maybe it was a bad idea to stay at a lease with him, maybe things had gotten complicated after the breakup and you constantly yelling at him when the hurt was too much.

“What about you? A date within a week of our breakup?” You stood up straight, turning away to hide the tears in your eyes, clearing your throat so your tone was even.

“The date I cancelled. You made it obvious you didn’t want me, so I wanted someone who would. I couldn’t do it. The thought of starting over makes my stomach hurt.” There was a noise of agreement.

“I don’t know what you want from me.” You scoffed. He would never change. It was about him and his schedule ‘I’m a shop owner, I have to be there for it’ or ‘I’ll make time’ only to be forgotten and hear about his outings with coworkers later in the week. No matter how much it hurt to realize, he didn’t love you.

“You don’t listen, so I don’t even know why I try. Whatever. I’m done, I’m not trying anymore. This is all fucking pointless. I’m going to stay with the Uzui’s. I’ll be back to get my shit another day.” You couldn’t even spare the man you loved another glance as you made your way to the door. Out of the house, you had called home for over a year. Your heart ached, your eyes burned with unshed tears, but you had already cried enough over him. He didn’t deserve anymore. The silence that followed you out of the house echoed with the shattering of your heart.

[komoboko]

𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮

tengen uzui x gn!reader ・uzui’s wives mentioned ・hurt comfort ・HUGE manga spoilers!!!! ・can be read as platonic or romantic

ok fine fine I’ll write angst with comfort I GUESS (for now)

When uppermoon 6 was excorsised in the entertainment district, it costed the early retirement of uzui tengen leaving the hashiras down to seven. His arm being chopped off and his injuries severe it was a miracle he could still get up and walk back to his home.

He still acted like his same self, his flashy attire with his more than flameboyant attitude. Most people couldn’t even tell how much guilt the previous sound hashira felt being forced out of his slayer lifestyle. The closer they got to finding the demon king, the more guilt built up inside of him knowing he couldn’t be there to help and support his comrades. It killed him.

On another note, Uzui felt horrible he couldn’t be there to help you. Despite his retirement, you had continued to pursue your career as a slayer wanting to finish the job and end demons for good. He was worried, not that he doubted your abilities or your skills but he was worried he still couldn’t be there to support you. His only choice was to help train you along with the rest of his slayers that came to his training.

The wives helped support him with his troubles, trying to comfort and ease his worries. They also stopped to aid you with your own injuries or provide you with any shelter you needed. Uzui appreciated them for what they were doing but he knew he was running out of time to help. He knew something was coming.

He knew something was coming but he wished he wasn’t right. The ubuyashiki lit up in flames, an explosion that could be heard for miles as smoke and ash sweeped through the land. The presence of muzan was evident along with the sounds of terror. Crows sweeped the camp alerting what was happening, a castle underneath their feet and it swallowed all the slayers in the area including you. Even with his worries you could only shrug him off, promising to return back to him as soon as you could.

The hours passed as time began to tick, the more time passed the more crows swooped by alerting more deaths. Kocho was dead along with tokito and the injuries had gotten more severe. All uzui could do is sit and wait, the last line of defense alongside the previous flame hashira, shinjuro rengoku. Their only goal was to project the youngest kamado and hold off any threats that would try and come by.

Time ticked as death continued to rise Uzui stomached curled. Every time a death was announced he could only worry and think it would be you. The sun rised over the peaks of the mountains, a new day has come. The morning has arrived, a demon’s biggest fear. Muzan’s greatest enemy.

There was silence amongst the corps, no crows reporting any information. It worried him as much as he didn’t want to admit it. Fear creeped us his spine, as he couldn’t seem to shake it off. His eyes finding shinjuro as he stood up seeing shadows move from the horizon, tengen took it into his account to standing up as he saw both the wind and water hashira marching back. There were no other hashiras by their side.

Along came more members of the corps, his mind frazzled until he stopped. His eyes falling into you with your arms wrapped around the butterfly hashira’s tsuguko. Your body was beaten and bruised, your injuries severe as your body was bloody but you had survived. You may of been injured and tainted but you were alive.

Uzui’s arms wrapped around you tightly, he wouldn’t admit it in the long run but the tears that ran down were obvious. His mind that was once running with the possible scenarios of your demise, it quickly cleared like it was never there before. The previous sound hashira could now properly sigh, his shoulders moving down untensing as he could relax for the first time in so many hours.

No matter what he thought would happen, you still came back just like you promised

[bee-writes-n-spins]

the mask goes on the minute other people look.

make eye contact. too much, look away. now smile and nod. stop bouncing your leg. make them like you.

those are his thoughts. because too many people have called him weird. too many people have pointed and laughed. too many people made fun of him for just being himself.

oh, but you..

you remind him it's okay to unmask. you smile, listening to him ramble about his interests. you could listen for hours and never get bored.

when you notice his discomfort in a crowd. when you help him communicate when he's too overwhelmed to talk.

with you, the ribbon that holds the mask together comes undone. with you, his mask falls to the ground.

POE, RANPO, dazai, GIYUU, kenma, l lawliet, near, WANDERER, AL HATHIAM, kaveh, LYNEY, and any of your autistic favorites!

[drluvsick]

𝐎𝐈𝐙𝐘𝐒 — 𝐠𝐢𝐲𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚

you get injured and giyu blames himself, although, it’s not really his fault, is it? 📝 gn! reader. for @meowzfordayz 4.1k event! might redo this only because i don’t like how i finished it off… we’ll see! hope you guys enjoy regardless! <3

word count : 600+

𝙉𝙊𝙒 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙄𝙉𝙂 . . . 𝘏𝘌𝘈𝘙𝘛 𝘛𝘖 𝘏𝘌𝘈𝘙𝘛 (𝘚𝘗𝘌𝘋 𝘜𝘗) — 𝘔𝘈𝘊 𝘋𝘌𝘔𝘈𝘙𝘊𝘖

“i’m sorry, this is all my fault— ” giyu’s voice shook as his hands trembled. with the snow piling down as the moments passed, you could easily mistake his tremors for being cold. but you knew better from his worried look and somewhat glassy eyes.

“giyu, love, it’s not. stop blaming everything on yourself.” you said back, your voice straining against the pain in your side from which the demon slashed at— blood oozing out as giyu continued to panic.

“if only i’d arrived sooner, this wouldn’t have happened.”

“it’s not deep enough to kill me, i’ll be fine.” you tried to reassure him.

it was all too much, the flashbacks of death, his recent dreams of you in their situations. but he wouldn’t dare break down yet, not while you still needed to be taken somewhere to heal.

he ran as fast as his legs could take him while carrying you bridal style and slow enough so that you wouldn’t feel extra pain from his rushing. he hoped that you were right, that the cut wasn’t too deep, even if it was close to a vital point.

he could see the building of a wisteria house a few minutes later (he’s never been so relieved to see one of these), quickly handing you off and waiting impatiently to see you again after your treatment.

giyu felt terrible. he felt like the worst boyfriend ever as he paced outside the door like a dog waiting for its owner to come home.

could he have prevented this? this wouldn’t have happened had you been paired with another hashira. he’s just that bad. he wishes that you could be with anyone but him, someone that’ll actually protect you and make you happy— not… someone who can’t get over his past traumas and can’t even prevent a demon from attacking you.

he cursed the demon for being stronger than any lower class one. it wasn’t an uppermoon, but a demon with a powerful blood art can be threatening even without some of muzan’s blood.

the sliding door opens, making giyu perk his head up from staring down at the floor.

the elderly lady there smiles, beckoning him to come inside to see how you’re doing, on the way as he’s walking in talking about how lucky you are that the demon didn’t get any permanent damage done. she leaves with a, “i’ll have dinner ready for the both of you soon.”

you smile at him when he’s in view, holding out a hand as he carefully takes it. he kneels down to your level as you sit up the best you can, ignoring his protests for you to lie back down. you give him a small kiss on the cheek.

“it’s not your fault. it would’ve gotten me had you been there or not.” you start off.

“how are you so sure about that?” he tucks some hair behind your ear, interlacing his hands with yours.

“that demon was bad at concentrated shots at one target. it’s better if there’re multiple people, hence why most of its victims were in pairs,” you shrug, “it’s my fault for getting careless, you had nothing to do with it hitting me. i got the job done in the end anyways, and i’m at least alive, aren’t i?”

he nods, kissing your lips. “my heart still hasn’t recovered. it’s like i’m still afraid you’re going to leave any second.”

you smile at him. “i’m not going anywhere.” you pull him closer, his figure hovering over your body as you kiss him again, a little more intimate this time than his fleeting one.

“you’d better not.” he says as you pull away, your head finally resting against the pillow again. you giggle lightly as his own small laughter follows, the only thing on the both of your minds at that moment being so far away from the pain and misery from the world outside, focused solely on each other.

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[nerosdayinanime]

grown ass man

[crescent-blades]

Refusing to talk to them | Kokushibo

| Warnings: slight hurt 💔 and fluff 💞| Warnings: None | WC: 0.7k | A/n: Kokushibo and y/n are married |

𖤐ˎˊ˗ Masterlist

  ̗̀➛ You two rarely argued, if at all. Both of you were understanding of each other, and Kokushibo being a man of little words along with his calm disposition really made it nearly impossible to engage in any arguments with him.

  ̗̀➛ But for the first time, you two had argued, so intensly infact- that for the first time you witnessed a side of him that you had never seen before-- he was so angry that for the first time- he had raised his voice at you.

  ̗̀➛ after the argument, he himself was pretty heated. Frustration had boiled up within him, and in an effort to release the pent-up energy, he just started training himself, perfecting his strikes and accuracy; as the frustration built up within him would be released in a series of slashes

  ̗̀➛ As time passed, the intensity of his anger began to fade, and he realized that the argument was ultimately all trivial anyways..

  ̗̀➛ Almost an entire day had passed since your heated argument. As always, Kokushibo, your husband came home, expecting you to have forgotten thibgs like him and moved on. Only to see that you were just completely ignoring him.

  ̗̀➛Kokushibo would be slightly taken aback at your behavior, deep down, hurt even. Did he really mess things up that bad? No.. he could not--perhaps you were still grappling with the situation.. So he just dismissed it entirely, beleiving that you'd forget it all eventually..

  ̗̀➛Until that time never actually came. What began as one day stretched into two, then three, until almost a week had gone by, and you still chose to completely disregard him. Refusing to even acknowledge his presence.

..."How childish--"

  ̗̀➛ He'd think.. yet deep down, he felt concerned. Why were you behaving like this? The only person who he had managed to form a connection with.. someone who he had genuinely learnt to care about had abruptly just cut all ties with him?

  ̗̀➛ A sense of pain began to settle in his chest-- in his heart.. yet still, he attempted to dismiss his feelings, regarding the situation as insignificant as he'd ventured out to release his frustrations through training, until even that ceased to provide relief anymore..

  ̗̀➛ But the the thought of you- your words, the smile that lit up your face when you saw him, those comforting embraces, and your soothing presence—had vanished. All of it, the argument he once considered trivial now kept replaying in his mind over and over--

Your silent treatment had deeply wounded a demon who nobody could even lay a scratch on.

  ̗̀➛ He understood that now even training wasn't helping with anything. Deep down, he sought your embrace once more.. he though the only way to undo all of this would be to make amends with you.

  ̗̀➛ So the next day, he decided to reach out to you. He was infact, a man with little words. Conversing with people seemed trivial to him, but as for you, not conversing with you seemed draining-

"The moon.. appears quite lovely today.. does it not?"

  ̗̀➛ He'd try talking to you, bringing up conversations, hopinig to draw you out, yet you remained unresponsive..

"Y/n, my dear... I understand I must have said things that must have.. upset you.. but please let us forget about these trivial matters.. my heart.. longs for your presence.."

  ̗̀➛ he'd apologise to you, for the hurtful words he had used. Definitely, having him yell at you like that, he brought out a side you never saw in him, and it definitely had hurt you. You would share your feelings with him, and he would listen attentively, do his best to understand you..

  ̗̀➛ But in the end, he'd never let you stay mad at him for too long. He didn't want to lose you. He valued your presence in his life, as you were someone in many centuries that actually understood him, and he learnt to genuinely love you. And letting some silly arguments jeapardize your entire relationship was something he'd never let happen..

  ̗̀➛ He'd write heartfelt poetry for you, to cheer you up.. he'd write about your beautiful smile, your delicate touch among other cherished qualities. He would craft a beautifully written love letter along, with some beautiful flowers hed give to you from time to time. Although he may not be a man of many words, he is dedicated to ensuring your happiness in every possible way.

[waltzing-rats]

Ok so for the past months my brain has been screaming nothing but Demon Slayer so i scrounged up this poster of basically an ‘Everybody lives and theyre all happy’ au. Redesigning them was honestly such a pain but still fun 😭

[xxlady-lunaxx]

Silent comfort | ShinoGiyuu

Theme: Hurt/comfort??  Note: for no reason, i've suddenly been drawn back to ShinoGiyuu again-

Shinobu sat in a panicked state, her back pressed against the wall of her room, her hand to her chest. Her breathing was heavy and she blinked rapidly, trying to stop the tears from forming in her eyes.

Calm down, calm down, calm down.

It was like a mantra as she repeated it over and over in her head. 

Nightmares are for children. Calm. Down.

That was a lie. But the worse she felt about it, the more she would will herself to stop having them.

Calm down, you can't let this keep happening, calm down.

It had happened time and time again. Sometimes, she was afraid to sleep. To dream. She would stay awake, staring at the curtains barely containing the midday sunlight from seeping through. 

Count to ten, she would tell herself. She wished she wasn't so childish. So idiotic. Why was she like this? She only had so much time to rest, why was she wasting it on panicking? God, how incompetent was she? 

She vaguely registered the click of a door opening, footsteps. 

She let out a shaky breath, her bangs slipping over her eyes. Her knees were drawn up to her chest and she sat there, curled up. She felt constricted, her ribcage closing around her heart, her lungs, and then-

A steady hand on her upper arm brought her to a lilting sense of reality. She blinked up at whoever it was. At first, their face glazed from her gaze and she didn't recognize them. But she caught the green and yellow hexgonal pattern printed upon fabric that brushed her leg as the hand moved up to her shoulder, tightening comfortingly. 

She blinked again, tears she was holding back blurring her vision. 

"T...Tomioka-San?" she mumbled, biting her lip to keep her emotions from spilling over. Why was he here?

"Kocho...," Giyuu murmured. He had knelt down in front of her, eyebrows creased in worry. It was the most emotion she had seen on his face before and it startled her. She forgot herself for a moment, until she felt a drop sliding down her cheek. 

She mentally cursed herself, waiting for the inevitable nag from Giyuu to pull herself together. Only it didn't come. Instead, his hand rested upon her jaw, thumb grazing her cheek. She held her breath, slowly raising her gaze to meet his.

Giyuu's eyes were intent, the blue dark from the lack of light. "Are you alright?" he asked quietly. His hand still rested on the side of her face, drawing circles on her cheek. 

"I... What're you...?" Her question trailed off, unsure where it was going. What was he doing here? What was he doing?

"You told me to come for a check-up. Aoi directed me here when I arrived," he said simply, gaze searching her face for an answer to his own un-asked question.

"I'm... sorry," Shinobu said, letting out a breath. She had forgotten about that. She was being stupid, now. Humiliating herself in front of him, making him comfort her.

"For?"

Her eyes flit down, not wanting to see his expression. It would be blank, no doubt. Uncaring. Or would it be mocking? Thinly-veiled disgust? She couldn't blame him. She was a Hashira, for god's sake. Yet here she was, crying over a stupid nightmare. Pathetic, that's hat she was.

"No... Nothing. Give me a minute, we can get to your check-up now," she mumbled, sucking in a shaky breath, trying to pull herself together.

There was movement, though she didn't know exactly what. Then Giyuu was sitting next to her, side by side. He took her hand, which had rested previously on her knee, cradling it. 

"Tomi... What?" she said, surprised. This wasn't the response she had expected.

She glanced at him, but he had drawn his knees up like she had, hands holding the one of hers tenderly. He entwined his hand with hers, clasping it gently.

She watched him, his face slack but soothing. She didn't understand. Why was he being so kind to her?

"You don't have to talk," he said quietly, noticing her staring at him. 

"Your... check-up?" she said meekly. 

He shook his head and said nothing more, his thumb circling on the back of her hand. It sparked a memory in Shinobu's mind, bringing her tears to the near edge.

Kanae, hugging her after their parents died. Kanae, telling her it would be alright before Final Selection. Kanae, holding her hand like this, comforting her after she had gotten injured. Kanae, her quite presence as her life slowly faded. 

Shinobu looked down, resting her forehead on her knees. Her breath was harsh again and she fought the urge to cry. She had embarrassed herself enough in front of Giyuu. 

Yet Giyuu seemed to notice this, lifting her hand so she turned her attention to him, pursing her lips together to contain herself. 

"You... don't have to hold back," he murmured. "It's okay."

And somehow, those words brought her to her limit, tears quivering as they slowly slipped down, creating crevices in the thinly layered make up she had put on earlier. 

Giyuu nodded then changed their positions carefully, scooting closer and drawing her onto his lap so she was curled up in his arms. He rubbed her back, resting his head against hers.

"It's okay," he repeated. "It's okay." 

She nodded to his words, silent sobs breaking through. And suddenly it wasn't because of her nightmares anymore. She didn't know what it was. But she felt safe there, for a moment. For once, after so long, she felt that he wasn't lying. The words didn't seem like an empty promise right now. 

His thumb, though hardened from the years of fighting, wiped her tears away so tenderly. She leaned her face into his palm, her eyes fluttering close. He led her through breathing, helping her calm herself. 

He breathed in carefully and she copied him, her breath stuttering with a hiccup. He rubbed her back, leading her through breathing out. In and out, in and out. 

She leaned against his body, his arms wrapping around her. 

"Thank you," she murmured. 

He didn't answer, instead placing his lips carefully on her forehead. It felt... right. She didn't know how, it just did. So she let him, let him hug her, let him comfort her. Let herself enjoy it, eyes closed.

"You should rest," he said softly.

She didn't protest, feeling somehow both emotionally and physically exhausted. As she drifted off to sleep, she thought she heard him say something, though she couldn't be certain of it.

"It'll be fine," he whispered. "I love you."

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By far my favorite oneshot i have written recently :333

[gilded-sunrays]

Refusing to talk to them | Yoriichi

| Type: hurt and comfort 💔 | Warnings: None | WC: 0.3k | A/n: Yoriichi and y/n are married |

𖤐ˎˊMasterlist

  ̗̀➛ Just like his brother, you and Yoriichi rarely ever had arguments. In fact, when disagreements did arise, he would typically refrain from responding and would patiently listen until you had calmed down.

Yoriichi was a patient man, more so than his twin. He was notably calmer, more reserved, and particularly protective of you. There were instances when he would simply prevent you from doing certain things.

"Yori, I just wanna go and take a little walk-"

"No, it is far too dark, Y/N. You should stay here."

  ̗̀➛ While you appreciated his protective nature, there were times when his behavior felt overly controlling, and eventually, you reached a breaking point.

  ̗̀➛ Yoriichi would be distressed by the thought of having caused you any upset, feeling a profound sense of guilt.

  ̗̀➛ After a while when he'd go and check on you- he would find that you were entirely avoiding him.

  ̗̀➛This realization would shatter him; an overwhelming guilt would envelop him as hed witnessed the person he cherished completely disregard him. Being ignored was actually one of his greatest fears.

  ̗̀➛ Though, he'd understand that you probably just need some space. He would respect that need, allowing you all the time you required.

  ̗̀➛until almost two days had gone by with you completely ignoring him, and it had affected him deeply. So he decided that it was finally time that he'd try and approach you

"Y/n.."

  ̗̀➛ His expression was as stoic as ever, but his voice was laden with emotion. He approached you slowly and took a seat beside you..

"I understand that you may not wish to speak with me. I acknowledge my mistakes, and I truly, sincerely apologize.."

  ̗̀➛ he'd explain everything to you, share his heart with you, revealing just how deeply you matter to him. And all he wants is for you to feel safe and cherished at all times. Having experienced the pain of losing many loved ones, he can't bear the thought of losing you too..

  ̗̀➛ He would draw you close, wrapping his arms around you gently, promising to not be too overbearing for you,

"Just promise me, Y/N, that you will always be by my side.."

  ̗̀➛ asking you to promise him that you'd never leave.. tears streaming down his cheeks, as he'd embrace you tightly, almost as if you'd just disapper if he let go..

[powerup-the-revolution]

Hashira Training Arc - Taisho era rumors #1

Shinobu, Inosuke and the broken window

[getsuuna]

guys I love SaneGiyuu they're silly little guys with communication issues and inferiority complex

[marurumai]

something that breaks me is that time everyone agreed on this hc that sabito's birthday was the august 2th (8/2) just because it mirrors giyuu's in february 8th (2/8). first time i found out i was sobbing sabigiyuu my babiessss :(((

[komoboko]

𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

Muichiro tokito x gn!reader ・can be read as platonic or romantic ・heavy angst ・muichiro lives in this scenario hurt no comfort ・major kny spoilers ・major character death

Am I a bundle of joy be honest

The day of your death was something Muichiro didn’t think he would ever forget. Memorization was never his strong suit but he knew this would be something that would haunt him.

He never thought of the possibility of loosing you. He knew the mortality rate in the infinity castle was low, even lower when it came to putting yourself on the front line. He just never thought that you would fall along with the many other slayers that loss their lives that same night. He never thought about coming back home alone, how you wouldn’t be making the journey back to see everybody along with him.

His mind is burnt with the image of your body mutilated, blood poured out of you. There was so much blood, to much where anybody would know you were beyond saving. Uppermoon 1, his ancestor had finally crumbled into dust but at what cost? The cost of you being left to rot on the floor until the castle would crumble and destroy itself underneath its own weight? Why did you have to suffer? Why did you have to leave him behind?

7 days. It’s been 7 days since you died and Muichiro struggles, moving slowly through the stages of grief.

It’s difficult for him to look into any photos that included you. His grief that morphed into anger that he expressed alone in the defeating silence of your room. It hurts him to be in there, the memories of you and your presence weigh him down. He doesn’t want to accept the fact you would never return. That your body would never find peace as it was crumbled and turned to ash. That you had to leave him alone on this earth. It hurt him alot it was difficult for him to handle so much grief. It reminded him of the detain of his brother, a memory he didn’t want to remember either.

Death was something that seemed to follow him. His blood flowed with the remains of the Tsugikuni family lineage. A bloodline that was considered some sort of curse, a force of evil and failure for 500 years. Muichiro only lingers in your room, standing in the middle of the room while his eyes face down on the floor. He didn’t want to look up, be met with photos where your eyes were filled with so much light. He couldn’t find it in him to look at your face, the memory of your body still so fresh inside of his mind. It hurt, a pain he didn’t want to bare.

1 month. It’s been a month since the final night before demons were vanquished. It’s then when muichiro memory problem begins to fail him.

When he looks at flowers his chest stings but he doesn’t know why. He walks past places that feel so familiar to him but he can’t remember why it hurts to be around there. Details about you that used to come to him like second nature slowly seep from his mind. He knows your name, your face, your occupation, your birthday, your death date but after that he doesn’t seem to remember anymore. He knows you but knowing you to such a personal level slowly starts to decline.

Your room is still left untouched despite all of this. Your haori that you left on the bed before you went to the infinity castle still lays there untouched. Everything in place how you left it like you would come back and fix it. It hurts him still to walk in there. A burden in his shoulders, one that he doesn’t know how to get rid of. Death was a heavy weight he’s always has had to carry and he wishes he never had to in the first place.

3 months. Things seem to get worse, Muichiro now begins to question even more about things in his own home.

Your room is some place where he’s filmed with less pain and now more confusion. He looks at the things left inside of your room and wonders why they were there. He stares at pictures of you left in there, he knows who’s in the picture yet he doesn’t know why he has it. He knows it’s you, he remembers you but why were you in his home? Why was there a portrait of you and him together that was left on the counter. Why was there a picture of you left on his bedside table.

He knows he couldn’t forget you, he mustn’t but he doesn’t know why. He doesn’t know why you play such a signifiant part in the space taken up in his estate. He doesn’t know why you take up such an important place in his heart. Why it hurts so much to see you, even if you look so happy in the picture he has right next to his bed. Why does somebody make him feel so much pain even if he has yet to see them in so long?

6 months. 6 months has gone by since the final battle and muichiro has changed.

Tanjiro who was fully healed now, took the liberty to go and visit muichiro once again. He’s sent him letters in the mail multiple times in the past but it’s always good to see people in person. Tanjiro was happy to see Muichiro outside of his estate, taking up on his request to go out and grab something to eat. Maybe visit some of the now retired hashira’s along the way.

The boy went to muichiro estate to start their trip. He waited by the door for a minute but it wasn’t long for Muichiro to come and open it. He smiled greeting the long haired boy before taking the liberty to step inside. His eyes follow around to see some things have changed. Furniture has moved around and there was boxes near by the door, what tanjiro had assumed was things he planned to get rid off.

His eyes fall onto one box that catches his attention. He strolls over before leaning down to grab a picture that was left on top of the box. Blowing off the dust that covered the photo he found a picture of you. A smile fell on Tanjiro’s face before he turns to muichiro pointing towards the photo. “They were always such a lovely person weren’t they?” Tanjiro says looking down at the photo catching Muichiro’s attention.

Muichiro only stares at the photo in Tanjiro’s hand. His face blank, a usual expression to be seen on his face. Muichiro stays quiet for a moment before opening his mouth, he only had one thing to say.

“Who?”

[nayrring]

The hashiras falling in the infinity castle...