#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

[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.

overluvsick | please do not repost, translate, and/or claim my works as yours !!

[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!

[just-null]

Wowie rly digging the yandere clone headcanons… how would each react if their darling tried to run away from them?!

You said tried so I assume this was a failed attempt!

Short answer: they get really upset and try making it your fault (shocker.) Ain't no way any of these mfs think they're the problem. Good news! you're mostly unharmed and alive.

This will just be purely writing bc i mostly had thoughts! sorry no drawing this time!!

[cw! mentions of potential harm to reader (no actual harm done), manipulation, toxic relationship dynamics (yandere flavor), obsessive behavior]

Sekido

You're always being hunted the moment the sun comes down and you don't return home in time. Reasons like that are exactly why he hates it when you part from him. 

This time is different.. he can't find you in your usual spots. There's no fucking way, right?

How could you.. No, how DARE you? Do you think that he's some joke? That his feelings for you are something that you can run away from like it's nothing? 

The second he's sure the sun won't harm him, he's already white knuckling his khakkhara, swinging at anything and everything in his path until he gets to you.

They know how to sense if you're near or not, hell, they probably know how your specific blood type smells like. 

Did you think cuddling up to you and memorizing every detail about you was for nothing? Don't be stupid. All he needs is a trace of you and he's gone in the blink of an eye.

You better enjoy running while you can because when he catches you, and he will, those legs of yours won't have much use after he's done with them. 

Sekido doesn't WANT to do this, but you honestly give him no choice. After he trusted you enough to stop looking over his shoulder, you do this? How can he ever put any faith in you again!?

On the bright(?) side, Sekido's rage wouldn't be solely on you, it'll ricochet onto everyone, especially the other clones and himself. 

They were supposed to be looking after you! But they can't do anything right, even a task as simple as this. 

And why did he think it was a good idea to trust them with something of big importance when all they do is fuck everything up!? Everyone's idiocy is rubbing off on him!

The entire time on his search for you, he's cursing and wanting to crush anything he can get his hands on, especially your bones. 

He doesn't even bother with speaking to the others, too busy spewing out all sorts of hurtful and frustrated comments about everything. 

The brutal thought that you’d rather run away than be with him isn't one he wants to entertain, but it's echoing in his head.

At least, once the other clones get there, Karaku and Aizetsu brawl with Sekido so you're unharmed while Urogi carries you overhead. 

Sekido's jealousy flares up when he sees you in Urogi's arms, making him even more pissed if that's even possible. Great, now he looks like the bad guy and the other three, the saviors. Fucking perfect.

There's a lot of yelling and a lot of blood, especially with Urogi making things so much more annoyingly difficult in the air. Karaku and Aizetsu aren't helping. Why is Sekido suddenly the problem?! You ran away!! 

But when he calms down enough, he's cursing at everyone through clenched teeth. Sometimes trying to convince the others that you don't even need your legs anyway!!

Once you get back home (or temporary prison until you somehow regain favor), Sekido will eye your legs while gripping his staff from time to time. 

Exactly why he's forbidden to be in a room alone with you for a while until he settles down..

He glares at you more often and grows colder than before. Arguments are more common where he twists your words just to have you talk with him and be angry within reason. 

Any other type of conversation makes him so irrationally upset that the others need to step in so that he doesn't lose his temper again.

Karaku

The calmest out of the group. He brushes it off as “you're playing hard to get” again, and if he makes a ruckus, you'll scamper back and beg him to stop like always!

Then it gets darker out.. and when Sekido left, he seemed pretty pissed. Like more than usual..... shit.

Karaku sprints after Sekido when it clicks that he's found you. His mind starts reeling, unsure whether he should laugh at the absurdity of your decisions or get pissed off because you didn't even bother to give a hint! 

Not like that would do anything aside from give you away but regardless!

Everyone needs to relax, this is obviously something they can sweep under the rug. This isn't that big of a deal and you're just having a fit, but things like these can get you hurt, y'know? 

They're fun and all, sure, just maybe give him a heads up next time, yeah? Sekido can't take a joke, you know this!!! Still.. There's a way Karaku can work with this.

He'll be able to swoop in, save you, be your hero, and remind you why staying with him is kinda important. Just in case you forgot~ 

You don't wanna be out and about without his charming grin and protective hold would you? Don't answer that right now, he has a feeling you'll say something wrong!

Yet.. what if you need a firmer hand to remind you of what Karaku provides? What if you got a little too comfortable being protected so you thought you'd be alright leaving them? Man, who knew you could be spoiled!

Because of this, he would purposely fumble, letting Sekido get near you just so he can stop him at the perfect moment. He purposely gets hit too and makes sure some blood gets near you. To remind you how that could've been yours.

When Sekido calms down, Karaku laughs in your face and would pinch your cheeks if you weren't up in the air with Urogi on the way home.

You should've seen your face! It was really cute~! Maybe getting scared is your thing? He'll note that for later.

He offhandedly advises you not to do things like that all the time, fighting Sekido always kinda sucks, but it's not like you actually had a chance of successfully running away so he won't chastise you too much for it. 

That's not his job, and his heart hasn’t pumped that fast in a long time.. not even in a fight! You're so amazing~~

And delusional if you think he's not going to milk this “heroism” thing back there for some extra affection points with you. 

Don't be so mean. he got his head blown off twice and jaw dislocated thrice, not to mention everywhere else on his body. Don't you think those parts of him need some extra loving? more than usual?

There's not that much Karaku can say after that aside from reminiscing like it was a funny story. He's not upset about it, mostly a little miffed you got kinda far without him noticing, but he gets over it. 

The usual routine starts back up for him when you're back home. It's like nothing happened, but he keeps a closer eye on you since everyone's so tense.

Urogi

If you're not home before the sun sets, Urogi's clawing at the walls with stress. He usually accompanies Sekido to go find you, but this time is different. Urogi could just barely tell you were around.. When Sekido bolts, Urogi's flying as fast as he can, trying to find you first. 

You're so far.. you must've gotten kidnapped!!!!!

The stress from before burns into anger, expecting to see someone having their hands on you while you're calling out in vain. How could he let this happen?! Damn sun! 

He darts through the skies even faster imagining it, and when he finally reaches you, you look.. fine? and alone. and looking at him like he's the danger. He's here to save you, dummy..

Urogi falls to his knees, burying his face against your stomach and finally wrapping his arms around you again. Your fists violently hit his head and yank fistfuls of hair back, but it doesn't phase him. 

Your comforting warmth is back, that's all that matters. And god, your smell.. it's almost making him dizzy. He missed you so much.

There's many holes to the story in Urogi's head as to why you're so far from home, but he fills them in with more convoluted delusions. It's just a peaceful reunion right now.. 

That is until Sekido finally arrives and starts swinging his khakkhara way too close to your fragile bones. 

Now he's back in defense mode where he scoops you up and tries flying out of reach. This is so stressful!!! There's lightning everywhere and he keeps having to dodge the multiple staffs thrown his way. 

He shields you with his wings as best he can while trying to stay in the air, so you don't get hurt during Sekido's outburst.

In the skies, it's much clearer to see the hurt behind the haunting glow of Urogi's eyes. Did you care about how he might feel? Did you miss him at all? Did you not feel loved enough? Did someone say something to you? 

As he maneuvers the sky, he holds you as tightly as possible, lightly digging his talons into your skin.

Being without you for a couple hours is agonizing enough on its own. If you HAD left him, abandoned, cold, alone.. he doesn't want to think about it. All that matters is that your kidnappers or liars or whatever influenced you are gone, and you're back safe with them!!! 

You.. you still like him, right? Of course you do, fate wouldn't force your paths together if it wasn't for a reason!

Coming back home is uncomfortably tense, especially with how violently Aizetsu kicked Urogi across the room, nearly through the wall, when he tried to lick your wounds clean. It really hurt! 

When you're patched up, Urogi is ten times as clingy if that's possible. He has his arms looped around you constantly so you can't stray too far, and if his hands are busy, he always has his wings!

As happy as he is that you're back, he can't help but cry into your chest sometimes. Everything is so tense nowadays, he hates it! How could you go and do something like that? Apologize immediately! Or at least hold him too? Doubt creeps in a lot, and your attitude isn't helping.. 

His mood swings are stronger. From sobbing uncontrollably into your clothes to being all smiles and radiating with joy the next just because you said something vaguely decent.

Aizetsu

The demotivation started to creep in the second you left. During the day, Aizetsu sits by the door, wanting to be the first one you properly greet. Sekido and Urogi usually bring you back and he'll be the one in your good graces without lifting a finger. That sounds nice.. 

But as the footsteps fade and the silence lingers, Aizetsu feels miserable the longer he waits... Hold on, silence?

Before he realizes what's happening, he's already dashing to where the familiar commotion is coming from. Dread sets in as his legs take him as fast as they can whilst being the slowest of the four. This doesn't feel like they're rushing over to you after a long day, it feels.. dangerous?

What did you get yourself into..? Why do you insist on going to places Aizetsu can't follow? Are you safe? He hates not knowing.

Usually you're the one who's fine. You deal with four demons almost daily! Please please please be okay. He can't fathom it if you were hurt. 

When he gets there, the puzzle pieces fall into place and Aizetsu gets even more depressed, but at least you're not hurt. Well, not if he interferes. His movements are sluggish, a perpetual frown plastered on his face as he tries holding Sekido down. 

Aizetsu wants to dissolve into the floor, and he does sometimes. Not wanting to fight Sekido off anymore, he slumps over. 

This could've been a regular day where you came home.. Are you serious? Leaving? How pitiful could you be to actually think you could get away? Or was it that you wanted to play some sick joke on them? Well, it's not very funny... It's terrible actually.

Aizetsu stays silent on the way home, walking with a bit more energy knowing you're near despite his heart ache.

You can feel the harrowing disappointment radiating off of him the moment you all go back home.

He's tired, annoyed, and so unbelievably upset. Aizetsu grimaced when Urogi got near your scratches with his tongue, so he “politely” ushered him away. 

Knowing a human's weak points is good in battle, but he started trying to learn how to heal them, specifically because he knew these types of things might happen.

As he cleans your scratches, he's actively scolding you for leaving in a cold emotionless tone. And by scolding, he's using manipulative language, trying to make you guilty for everything you did. 

He barely has the energy to live, but now that he finally found his light in the darkness, you want to leave? Is it so wrong he wants to hold onto what makes him even a smidgen happier than usual? He reminds you that he'll wither away without you, but he's not really too keen on dying just yet.

When he tries to get back into a routine, he just can't. He knows why you left, but he doesn't want to hear it. Even if you're sweet to him or not, he'll hold you from behind when you rest.

Looking at you is too much, but being away from you is even worse. Aizetsu compromises this way, but gets quieter, occasionally sniffling when he hides his face behind you.

There's too much going on and he's so tired.. If it weren't for the others, he probably would've held you so tight for so long so that you both would perish together.

Maybe that’s why he's only allowed to hold you when you're asleep. Just please don't do that again.. He NEEDS you. Please, please, please.

Safe to say you gave them a scare. When they double down on the protectiveness, living is ten times more difficult for EVERYBODY. when you lose their trust, it's pretty difficult to gain it back, but not impossible!!

Sekido and Urogi will always assume the worst if you're gone for too long while Karaku and Aizetsu give you a little more freedom until the others drag them along into their worries.

[nayrring]

The hashiras falling in the infinity castle...

[crescent-blades]

Refusing to talk to him || Kokushibō

Pairings⌇Kokushibō × Y/N, ⌞Kokushibō and Y/N are in a pre-established relationship⌝

Warnings⌇ Arguments, Heartbreak, ignoring/ghosting || Making up afterwards

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 things 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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« Word count: 1144 » 

By far my favorite oneshot i have written recently :333

[hinatastinygiant]

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: healing encounters :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

healer x demon slayer (fem!reader x sanemi)

back to... fated encounters, masterlist

The first thing you notice is the blood. It pools outside your doorstep, streaking the muddy path red under the light of the moon. You had just been cleaning your tools after a quiet day at your clinic when the frantic knock came, hard and insistent. Now, as you open the door, the scene nearly makes your stomach lurch.

There's a man slumped against the frame, his breathing shallow and strained. His black uniform is shredded, revealing skin marked by countless scars and fresh wounds that cry scarlet tears. Behind him, a younger man nervously stands with his hands outstretched as though to catch him if he falls.

"Please," the younger man pleads. "He's- he's my brother. I don't have anything to offer you but you have to help him!"

You nod, already getting into action. "Bring him inside."

The younger of the two, no older than sixteen, hesitates. "He won't... he won't want me to stay. But you'll take care of him, right?"

Your eyebrows knit together. Is he implying he's about to leave his brother here alone on your doorstep?

"Please," he begs again.

It's an unusual request, but you can see the desperation in his eyes.

"I'll do my best," you promise.

He nods once more and disappears into the night, leaving you alone with the wounded man. You sigh as you roll up your sleeves before dragging the wounded man inside. It takes a great deal of effort, you notice how his blood has started to seep into your floorboards, but eventually, you get him to the bed to lie down.

He groans as you settle him onto a cot, but his eyes remain shut. You get a moment to study him- he's roughly the same age as you.

"Don't complain," you sigh as you roll your sleeves back down. "You're lucky I've never turned anyone away before," you then murmur as you begin gathering your supplies.

By the time he awakens fully, his wounds are bandaged and you've done your best to clean away the blood and grime. He wakes with a quick start, his hand flying to the sword that's no longer strapped to his waist.

"Woah, easy," you say, raising your hands in what you hope is a calming gesture. "You're safe, I promise."

"My sword," he demands. "Where is my sword?"

"I have it," you reassure him. "It's in a locker with the rest of your things. You can access it at any time but please don't rush to stand."

His eyes- which you're now seeing for the first time- narrow as they take you in. "Where am I?"

"My clinic," you reply, unfazed by his rather sharp tone. "You were in bad shape when your brother brought you here."

"Brother, huh?" he scoffs, stiffening slightly. "I don't know what the hell you're talking about."

"Right," you sigh, though you'd rather not press and get in the middle of whatever family drama asking would unpack. Instead, you move to check the bandages on his arm. "You shouldn't be moving around yet," you say. "You'll reopen your wounds."

"I've had worse," he snaps, but he doesn't push you away as you gently unravel one of his bandages.

The silence between you is heavy as you work, his muscles tensing under your touch. You can feel his eyes on you, studying you in a way that's more like a predator than a patient. It sends an unexpected shiver down your spine.

"You're not with the Corps," he finally speaks, his words more like an observation than a question.

"No," you reply, dipping a clean cloth into a basin of water. "But I know how to switch up a body whether I'm a slayer or not."

His lips curl slightly. "It's not just stitching. You'd be dead in minutes if a demon found you all alone in a place like this."

You pause your work to glance up at him, meeting his gaze with your own quiet defiance. "Is that so? Well, I've managed to keep myself alive and well for this long, so I think I'm doing something right. Besides, why do I need to fight when I've got people like you to take care of that for me? It's part of your job to protect the people, right? What was it they called you..."

You pause as though deep in thought, watching him with an innocent smile.

"Ah! Hashira. Yes, I remember now."

"You've got a lot of nerve," he scoffs, though he can't hide the slight twitch at the corner of his lips.

"If you don't want to talk then fine, but sit still and let me work. You won't be going anywhere with those injuries."

"We'll see about that," he mutters, though he doesn't make any further protest.

As the days pass, his recovery is rather slow and grudging. He accepts your care with the odd mix of irritation and reluctant gratitude, often grumbling under his breath as you clean his wounds or prepare meals for him.

It's during one of these moments- him bare from the waist up on his cot while you change the bandages on his chest- that the tension becomes nearly unbearable.

"How many times do I need to tell you to hold still," you mutter, your fingers brushing against the jagged scars that cross his torso.

"It's your own fault your hands are so damn cold," he replies, a bit breathless.

"I'd work faster if you didn't squirm so much," you huff, glancing over at him.

"Tch. It's not my fault your bedside manner sucks," he shoots back, but his gaze is a bit too soft for the edge of his voice.

The way he's looking at you has you suddenly aware of his closeness, his broad shoulders, and the heat of his body. You're too close to miss the way his jaw clenches, the quick dart of his eyes to your lips, the quickening rise and fall of his chest.

It'd be easy, far too easy, to reach out and run your fingers over his chest, to map the scars that decorate his skin with your gentle touch. To see just how low those scars go...

"Well, sorry for trying to save your life," you huff, turning your attention back to his wound. "Maybe next time I'll just leave you bleeding out in the mud."

"I wouldn't have been bleeding if you didn't have such a bad bedside manner," he says, his words lacking any real venom. "You were too busy worrying about that idiot that brought me here, I bet."

"You're just saying that because I didn't fall to my knees the second I laid eyes on you. Maybe I should have," you add, glancing over at him with a smirk. "Bet you would have loved that."

"Don't pity me," he says, his tone surprisingly cold. 

"I don't," you reply, meeting his gaze.

There's a brief moment where neither of you speaks. The only sound is the crackling fire nearby, the wind rustling through the trees outside. Then, his hand reaches out, fingers curling against the back of your neck as he draws you in close.

But before you get too near, he hesitates and pulls away.

"Sorry," he mutters. "Forget it. I'm sure you've got a hundred idiots lining up at your door, anyway."

"And what if I do?" you ask.

He shrugs. "You should go see them, then. You're good with the whole saving people thing."

You can't help but chuckle as you rise to your feet. "This is a small village, Shinazugawa. People here don't take too kindly to me putting strangers ahead of their own needs. If it were up to them, I'd have been out of business ages ago."

"Oh, I... shit. I didn't know. I'm sorry."

You shrug and turn towards the wall, pausing by the door to look back at him.

"Do you want something to eat? It's late, but there's leftover stew."

He hesitates for a moment, then nods.

Word travels fast in your small village, and it isn't long before the whispers start.

"Did you hear? She's harboring a Demon Slayer in there."

"I saw them together- looked pretty comfortable, too."

"Doesn't she know how dangerous those types are? What follows them to places like this?"

You only hear pieces of gossip whenever you venture out for supplies, but you brush them off. You have no intention of abandoning your patient, regardless of what anyone thinks.

Sanemi, however, seems less amused.

"Why do you put up with it?" he asks one evening, his tone sharper than usual.

"Put up with what?"

"The way they talk about you. I've heard them. Like you're doing something wrong by helping me."

You shrug. "People talk. They'll find something else to gossip about soon enough. I'm not concerned."

He frowns, his expression darkening. "You shouldn't have to deal with that because of me."

"It's not because of you," you reply firmly. "It's because they don't understand. And I don't care what they think. This isn't the first time it's happened, anyway, and it won't be the last."

Your words seem to catch him off guard, and for a moment, he looks almost... vulnerable.

"Oh my god, he's here!" you grumble as you rush right past Sanemi in the small hallway, attempting to close all the blinds and act as though you aren't home.

"What's going on? Who's here?" he asks.

"The local priest," you sigh, your back to him.

"A priest?"

"Yeah, he comes around every so often. Usually he leaves me alone, but every once in a while..."

You trail off, a shiver running down your spine. Sanemi doesn't miss the change in your demeanor as you lean your back against the wall opposite of where he stands and slide down onto the ground.

"He's a creep, but everyone else likes him," you mumble. "I wish I could get rid of him, but-"

"Then why don't you?"

"Because he's a priest!"

"So?"

You glance up at him with a small frown. "I just... it wouldn't look right. Especially with you-"

Suddenly, a knock on the front door interrupts your conversation. You lock eyes with Sanemi, quietly telling him not to speak.

"Miss Y/N," you hear the priest's voice hum from not too far away. "I've seen you in your windows as I was walking up. Do you have a moment? I brought you something."

"Is he in love with you?" Sanemi chuckles as you rise to your feet. Looks like there's no getting around it today.

"Shut up," you whisper to Sanemi as you approach the door.

"Ah, Jun’ichi, what a pleasant surprise," you greet him as you slide open the last barrier between you two, putting on a bright smile. "How can I help you today?"

"I'm just making the rounds and visiting all the good folk of the town. It's my duty as a man of God."

He's a rather short, skinny man who is always wearing a smile that never reaches his eyes.

"Oh? And what of the present you said you brought me?" you hum softly, hoping to wrap up this conversation before Sanemi decides to butt in or laugh too loudly at the exchange. 

"Miss Y/N," he says brightly as he offers you a basket of fresh fruit. "I thought you might need something sweet to get you through the day so I've brought you this."

"Ah, thank you," you reply politely, though you can feel Sanemi's gaze bearing into the side of your head from down the hall.

The priest lingers, beginning to chat aimlessly about the village, oblivious to the way your patient's scowl deepens with every passing second.

"Oh, and by the way," Jun’ichi perks up as though he had just remembered something. "I heard stories about that Demon Slayer you're housing. You best be careful with the likes of him."

"And what exactly do you mean by that?" Sanemi's voice comes out low and dangerous as he appears behind you, his arms crossed.

"Ah, well," the priest stutters, his smile faltering slightly. "I didn't mean to imply anything, of course. Only that a woman alone... you best not ruin her reputation. After all, the villagers are talking and you know how they can be."

"They should mind their own damn business," Sanemi groans, his voice low.

"Shinazugawa, please," you say softly.

"What the hell is wrong with all of you? Can't a woman treat a man's wounds without everyone acting like she's sleeping with him? It's ridiculous!"

"I agree," Jun'ichi says. "As long as she truly is only treating his wounds."

"You've got a lot of nerve talking to her like that," Sanemi snarls, his hand tightening in his fist.

"Please," you try to interject, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"It's just a little harmless fun," the priest insists, but his expression has grown hard. "It's not fair for Miss Y/N to have her name tarnished. Just be careful, is all. Have a nice day now, you two."

With that, he turns and walks away. 

"Seriously?" you grumble as you turn to face Sanemi. "What the hell was that about?"

"What?" he snaps.

"Don't 'what' me. You didn't have to get so worked up, especially not in front of a priest! What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Why are you upset with me? I'm not the one who was disrespecting you. And why do you care what he thinks, anyway? He's a creep, and if anyone should have their reputation ruined, it's him. He probably wishes you would sleep with him."

"Ugh, what the hell, Shinazugawa?! That's disgusting. I can't believe you'd even say that. He's a priest!"

"A priest who wants to sleep with you, apparently."

"You have no proof of that. And besides, if he did, I'm a big girl and can take care of myself. You're just being an asshole."

"Whatever," he huffs, turning his head away from you. "I just don't understand why you let him hang around like that."

"I don't see why you care anyway," you cross your arms, pouting as well.

His jaw works as though he's fighting to keep his words in check. "I don't. I just think you could do better."

"Yeah, obviously," you hum, smirking to yourself as you brush past him, your shoulder brushing his arm deliberately. "Not that you have any authority on what's better for me, but okay."

You walk down the hall, each step measured despite the pounding in your chest. His silence stretches behind you heavily, but you don't turn around.

"Stop walking away," his voice finally comes, sharp and commanding.

You pause, halfway down the hall, and glance over your shoulder. "Why? Are you going to lecture me some more about my poor decision-making skills?"

"Y/N." He walks toward you, his steps are purposeful until he's standing close enough that you can see the faint rise and fall of his chest, the clench of his fists at his sides. His voice is lower now. "You don't get it, do you?"

"Get what?" you snap, the tension in your voice matching his. "That you have an opinion about every goddamn thing about my life but won't tell me why it even matters?"

"I don't have to explain myself to you," he grumbles, his brows furrowed.

"Then don't!" you spit back. "But don't expect me to be able to read your mind. I'm not going to apologize for letting people into my life or making my own choices or-"

Before you can finish, his hands come up, gripping your shoulders- not rough, but firm enough to hold you in place. You nearly drop the basket of fruit in surprise. 

His next words tumble out in a rush, as though he can't stop them. "I care because I can't stand the thought of someone like him being near you. Because I know he's not good enough. And because... I know I'm not either."

The confession makes your breath catch, your response dying on your lips. You're left staring at him, stunned, as his grip on your shoulders tightens slightly, his head bowing so his forehead nearly touches yours.

"I don't know how to say it in the way you want to hear it," he mutters, "but I care, okay? I care so much it drives me insane!"

You're not sure who moves first- if it's him or you- but suddenly his lips are on yours. It's not gentle; it's desperate, a clash of frustration and longing that leaves you breathless. His hands slide from your shoulders to your waist, pulling you closer as though he's afraid you'll slip away.

For a moment, all you can do is melt into him, your hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the strong, steady beat of his heart beneath your palms. The kiss deepens, softens, until it's no longer about anger but something far more vulnerable.

When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, his breath warm against your skin. "You deserve better," he says quietly, his voice trembling slightly. "But I can't stay away from you. No matter how much I tell myself I should."

You don't know what to say, your mind still spinning from the kiss, but your hands tighten on his shirt, holding him there. "Maybe," you whisper, "what I deserve is the choice I make."

His breath catches, and for once, he doesn't argue. Instead, he pulls you into his arms, holding you close as though that's the only answer he knows how to give.

Sanemi steps back reluctantly a moment later, his hand grazing yours before falling to his side. He's not looking at you directly, but his words are quiet and sincere. "You should get some rest."

"So should you," you murmur, though your lips still ache for his warmth. "You're still recovering."

It happens two nights later.

The evening had been calm, almost peaceful. Sanemi had been unusually quiet, eating the food you made without complaint in his room. You were starting to believe he might finally let himself relax, if only for a little while.

But that illusion shatters when the demon comes.

The first sign is the crash of your front door splintering under a heavy blow. You're on your feet in an instant, instinctively grabbing the small blade you keep hidden beneath the kitchen counter. It's not much, but it has saved your life before.

The demon that steps in is massive, its eyes glowing with an evil glee. Its claws drip with blood, and its sharp teeth glint in the moonlight. It laughs wickedly as it advances on you.

"Looks like I hit the jackpot," it cackles. "A beautiful young woman all alone. Don't worry, I'll make this quick."

You tighten your grip on the blade, but there's not much space to maneuver. Your mind races, trying to come up with a plan. But before you're able to do anything, Sanemi rushes in, sword in hand. His injuries don't seem to matter now- is he even supposed to be able to move around?

"Shinazugawa!" You call after him as the demon laughs, delighted.

"So the rumors are true! A demon slayer is here! I've killed three of your kind already tonight, what makes you any different?"

Sanemi's jaw tightens, his muscles flexing, ready to move at a moment's notice. "Stay back, Y/N," he tells you, leaving no room for argument.

You know better than to get in his way, but you don't leave, either. Instead, you keep to the edges of the room, your heart pounding as you watch the fight unfold.

The demon is fast- faster than any you've seen before- and it fights with a cruel, almost sadistic ferocity. Sanemi moves just as quickly, his sword flashing through the air, but his wounds make him slower. It's a battle of pure strength, and even though Sanemi is strong, he's still recovering.

"You know, if you can't tell the difference between a Hashira and a normal demon slayer, then it's obvious you're just another weakling," Sanemi spits as he dodges a blow, his muscles tense.

"Shut up!" the demon shouts, enraged. "I've killed more demon slayers than you've ever seen!"

Sanemi's lip twitches. "Not enough, clearly. You're weak."

The demon roars, lashing out with renewed fury. It feints left, catching Sanemi off-guard with a swipe to his injured side. It's then you decide to do something.

Grabbing a pouch of powdered herbs from your supply shelf, you hurl it at the demon's face. It shrieks as the powder burns its skin, thrashing about wildly.

Sanemi doesn't waste the opening you've given him. With a furious shout, he lunges forward and slices his blade clean through the demon's neck. 

The headless body crumples to the floor, disintegrating into ash moments later.

You're frozen in place, your chest heaving as the adrenaline finally hits. It's over.

Or so you think.

"Idiot!" Sanemi's voice cuts through the haze, sharp and furious.

You blink, startled, as he stomps toward you, his sword still in hand. His eyes are blazing, and you realize his anger isn't directed at any demon- it's at you.

"You could have gotten yourself killed!" he snaps, his voice rough with emotion.

"And you could've too if I hadn't done something!" you fire back, your own fear and frustration boiling over.

"You think I can't handle one demon on my own?" he scoffs, his hands gripping his sword so tightly his knuckles are white.

"I think you're too damn stubborn to admit when you need help!" you cross your arms as you reply.

For a moment, the two of you glare at each other, the tension between you crackling like a live wire. Then, suddenly, his sword clatters to the floor and he's pulling you into his arms.

The embrace is fierce, almost crushing, as though he's trying to anchor himself in the fact that you're still here, still alive.

"Don't ever do that again," he mutters against your hair, his voice breaking slightly. "Don't you dare."

You exhale shakily, your hands clutching at his back. "Then don't give me a reason to."

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his expression a mix of frustration, relief, and something soft. His gaze drops to your lips, and for a moment, you think he might kiss you again.

But he doesn't. Instead, he presses his forehead to yours, his voice low and steady. "You drive me insane, you know that?"

You manage a small smile, despite everything. "Likewise."

Then, as he pulls back, you notice the blood staining his side.

"You're hurt," you mutter, reaching out to touch the torn fabric of his robes.

"It's nothing," he shrugs, hissing slightly as your fingers graze the wound. "Just a scratch."

"Let me clean it up, at least," you insist, gently pulling him toward your supply closet.

"Fine."

In the aftermath of the fight, the clinic feels eerily quiet. Sanemi insists on cleaning up the damage, even though he's the one who should be resting. You let him, knowing better than to argue when he's this determined.

By the time the sun rises, the clinic is back to normal- or as normal as it can be after what happened. Sanemi is seated by the window, his sword resting against the wall. He looks almost peaceful, but you can tell he's deep in thought.

You approach him cautiously, unsure if the events of the night before have shifted the fragile balance between you.

"Are you leaving?" you ask softly.

He doesn't look at you right away. "I should. He's probably wondering if I'm dead."

You nod, though the thought of him leaving leaves a strange ache in your chest. "You'll come back, though. Right?"

His eyes finally meet yours, and there's something in them that makes your heart skip a beat. "Yeah," he says quietly. "I'll come back."

Before you can say anything else, he stands, closing the space between you in just a few steps. His hand comes up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin with a tenderness that takes you by surprise.

"You're a pain," he mutters, but there's no heat in his words. "But I can't stay away from you."

This time, when he kisses you, it's slower, more deliberate. There's no frustration or anger, just the quiet intensity of someone who's finally letting himself feel what he'd been holding back.

When he pulls away, his forehead rests against yours, and he smirks faintly. "Guess you're stuck with a recurring patient now."

You laugh softly, your fingers brushing against his. "I think I can live with that."

"Just don't go throwing anything at demons while I'm gone."

"Only if you promise not to be too reckless."

"I don't think I can promise that."

He smiles as he leans down to kiss you again. And, for once, you don't mind his stubbornness.

Because despite everything, it's the closest thing you've felt to home.

And for him, maybe it's the same.

[thatlotuscookie]

Tanjiro x Reader? reader is a fellow demon slayer who’s always been very independent, but during a tough mission, they push themselves too hard and collapse from exhaustion. Tanjiro steps in, worried sick, and insists on taking care of them even though the reader doesn’t like to show weakness

✧･ﾟ: a/n: thank you so much for the request, anon! Writing Tanjiro being soft and protective was such a treat. There's something about his gentle, caring nature that just makes this kind of scenario perfect. Let me know if you guys have any more requests or ideas!

✧ Title: ✧ Rest in His Arms ✧ ✧ Characters: Tanjiro Kamado x Reader (Gender Neutral) ✧ Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff ✧ Rating: T ✧ Summary: After a brutal battle, you find yourself severely injured and struggling to keep going. Tanjiro, ever protective, stays by your side, taking care of you despite his own exhaustion. Vulnerability may feel like weakness, but in Tanjiro's arms, it feels safe. ✧ Content Warnings: Injury, blood, emotional distress, caretaking, mention of exhaustion. ✧ WC: 943 words // 5.3k chars

The sun was setting over the small clearing, casting long shadows across the bloodstained grass. The battle had left a dark stain on the earth, and the once peaceful evening was now heavy with the aftermath of the demon's attack. You could barely muster the energy to keep your eyes open, the dull ache in your muscles turning into sharp pain with every shallow breath. Your body was screaming in protest as you struggled to sit up, but your strength was rapidly fading.

The mission had been a disaster. The demon you'd been tracking was far stronger than any of you had anticipated. Your comrades, though brave, were all injured, some lying unconscious a few feet away. You... you had pushed yourself too far.

A warm hand grasped your shoulder, pulling you gently but firmly back against a familiar chest. “No, no, no! You have to rest!” Tanjiro’s voice was laced with worry, his usual cheerful demeanor replaced by something much more serious. His hands trembled slightly as he tried to make sure you were comfortable.

You blinked up at him, trying to focus. “I’m... fine,” you rasped, but your words lacked conviction. All that came out was a hoarse whisper, weak and thin. The effort of speaking made your head spin, and the world around you began to blur at the edges. Tanjiro’s concerned face became an indistinct shape, and darkness threatened to swallow you whole.

Tanjiro’s arms wrapped tightly around you just as your body gave way, cradling you protectively. “It’s going to be alright,” he whispered, though the tremor in his voice betrayed his own fear. “I’ve got you.”

As the world faded, the last thing you remembered was the warmth of his embrace and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It was oddly comforting, despite the chaos around you.

When you came to, the first thing you noticed was the smell of wood smoke, the soft crackling of a small fire nearby. Your body was still heavy with exhaustion, but there was something softer now—a roll of blankets tucked under your head, the warmth of the fire chasing away the night’s chill. Your mind was hazy as you tried to piece together what had happened.

Tanjiro was kneeling beside you, his brow furrowed in concentration as he stirred a bowl of steaming soup in his hands. The firelight danced across his features, casting shadows that highlighted his deep concern. “You need to eat,” he said, his voice low and soft. There was an undeniable tenderness in his tone. “You lost a lot of blood.”

You tried to sit up, but the moment you moved, a sharp wave of pain washed over you, forcing a pained gasp from your throat. Your hand instinctively went to your side, where the worst of your injuries had been bandaged. Tanjiro was instantly at your side, his reflexes as quick as ever, helping you sit up slowly. His touch was gentle but firm as he steadied you when you swayed. “Take it easy,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I... I can’t believe I let myself get so weak,” you muttered, frustration welling up inside you. You were a demon slayer—someone strong, capable. Yet here you were, unable to move without help.

Tanjiro looked at you with those warm, understanding eyes of his, eyes that held none of the judgment you feared. “You’re not weak,” he said quietly, but with conviction. “You’re brave. You pushed yourself because you care so much about protecting everyone.” His hand lingered on your shoulder, a silent reassurance. “But even the strongest warriors need to take care of themselves. You’re no exception.”

For once, you didn’t argue. Exhaustion weighed too heavily on your limbs, and the warmth of his presence melted away the sharp edges of your pride. You let him help you eat, the rich broth soothing your parched throat and warming your body from the inside out. Each small bite was a reminder of how much you needed this, needed him, even if you hated to admit it.

He was so gentle, checking your wounds with careful hands, rebandaging them when needed. His brow furrowed in concentration as he worked, making sure you were comfortable, never once complaining or making you feel like a burden. You could see the weariness in his own eyes, the battle taking its toll on him too, but still, his focus was entirely on you.

When the soup was gone and the fire had died down to embers, Tanjiro returned to your side, his hand resting on your shoulder again as he knelt beside you. “You should rest more,” he whispered, his voice soft and soothing. “There’s no rush. The others are safe, and you need to heal.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but the words died on your lips as you saw the pleading look in his eyes. He wasn’t asking you to rest for his sake, but for yours. And so, with a deep breath, you relented, letting him guide you back against his chest once more. His arms wrapped around you, steady and strong, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you allowed yourself to relax completely.

It was strange, feeling so vulnerable, but in Tanjiro’s arms, it didn’t feel like weakness. It felt... safe. Protected. Like you didn’t have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders alone.

As the night wore on, you felt a strange sense of peace wash over you, a comfort you hadn’t realized you’d been missing. Maybe... maybe it wasn’t so bad to accept help sometimes. And maybe, just maybe, Tanjiro wasn’t so bad himself.

[doumadono]

A spark of comfort - Denki Kaminari x gn!Reader Touya & Bakugo with gn!Reader who deals with flashbacks of past relationship Moments of happiness - Izuku Midoriya x gn!Reader A friend who cared - Shinso x Reader A new beginning - Aizawa x daughter!Reader Sparks of solace - Bakugo x Reader Dare to believe - Bakugo x Reader Blanket - Dabi x Reader Learning to lean - Shoto x Reader Happy New Year - Bakugo x Reader "Lean on me" - Bakugo x gn!Reader Sanctuary of gentleness - Bakugo x Reader Quiet grief - Shoto & Touya with a friend who lost a pet Brave choices - Kirishima x Reader In safe arms - Izuku Midoriya x Reader A comforting presence - Izuku Midoriya x Reader Never leave you behind - Bakugo x Reader Harvest of choices - Bakugo x Reader A boy who believed - Bakugo x gn!Reader A little bite - Kirishima x Reader A spark to be seen - Denki x Reader Too late for visitors - Denki x Reader Cradled in comfort - Eresermic & Eri Number one fan - Dabi & Shigaraki with Reader Feathered Solace - Hawks x Reader

BNHA men & sexually violated Reader - headcanons You're not alone - Aizawa, Kaminari & Kirishima with Reader

The hardest battles are inside us - Tanjiro x gn!Reader Lotus in mourning - Douma x Reader Empathy - Aizetsu x Reader Unexpected light - Kokushibo x Reader Breathe with me - Shinobu x gn!Reader

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Quiet resolve - Xiao x gn!Reader

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[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?”

[drluvsick]

𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 — 𝐠𝐢𝐲𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚

a person who’s lost those close to him and a person with trust issues— two close friends put on a mission together where a nightmare draws your relationship closer. 📝 gn! reader. you have a nightmare and giyuu comforts you, basically. just some mild hurt to comfort with a lotta fluff <3

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giyuu tomioka. the one who thought so poorly of himself. the one who’s blocked everyone from his heart. safeguarding it. just so that he’d never have to experience the pain of losing those he loved again. locking it from everyone, except for you.

if there was someone he’d want to stay with for eternity, it’d be you.

on the other hand, you had issues from your past. the betrayals. the backstabbing. your trust in people had deteriorated across the years, until you met him.

he was never too vocal, and he never tried to initiate anything with you in the start. but something about the other’s personalities made the both of you gradually gravitate towards each other, eventually accepting the person like the click of a magnet once they’re attached.

he let you into his heart, and you trusted him with yours.

but one day, after a mission that you had been assigned to with him, things changed.

it was nighttime. the demon had been dealt with, but you and giyuu were instructed to stay in the village for a few days to monitor the people who had been infected by the demon’s blood art just in case any side effects called for your attention.

apparently, your room had already been chosen by master ubuyashiki himself— a two beds one room to share with giyuu. you were secretly looking forward to it, and unbeknownst to you, so was he; although he didn’t fully recognize it as a fact at the time.

maybe it was because he knew about your frequent nightmares. maybe his intuition called for someone you trusted to help you through them. either way, it was happening.

you did your nightly rituals (as did giyuu), conversed with him a bit, and then retreated to your bed to sleep.

sleep, which really meant participate in a lucid dream distorted to remind you of everything over and over again.

“good night, giyuu!” you called over your shoulder; facing the wall as to not creep him out.

“good night to you as well,” you heard him shuffling a bit before he faced the other wall himself, thinking that it’d probably make you uncomfortable if he just stared at your back as he was drifting to sleep.

and then once you nodded off, it begun.

you woke up abruptly, hyperventilating and forcing back your tears. you were not going to cry while he was in the room.

“(y/n)?… ” giyuu mumbled, turning to face you after a few seconds of adjusting to waking up. “are you… oh.” he immediately sat up and went over to your side, the futon dipping as his weight dropped onto it. the single tear that fell down your face alone made his heart ache.

“s-sorry. i didn’t mean to wake you up.” you quickly wiped it away, trying desperately to control your breathing.

“it’s okay,” he responded, “bad dreams, i’m guessing?” he inched a little closer to you before you nodded.

“… is it okay if i hold you?” he asked, uncertain, but determined to make you feel better. he recalled tengen pulling one of his wives in to comfort her after she’d made some sort of mistake and she started bawling. maybe him hugging you would have the same effect as tengen had on his wife.

you allowed it, gratefully putting your arms around his shoulders— a small shudder running down your spine at the warmth he provided that contrasted against the cold and dull aftermath the nightmare had left you.

“i’m sorry, i’m so sorry—” you’d said as the dam broke, tears beginning to wash down your face. you haven’t cried like this in so long— feeling the comfort of someone near you as the feelings of not being enough or loved racked through your body, the thoughts of both fighting each other as giyuu rubbed your back through it all.

you didn’t usually cry after your usual nightmares. not after you’d experienced them enough to get used to them. but this was different.

because giyuu had been in it. brutally murdered as you stood from afar, watching the scene without being able to move. the agony, the pain, the fear— as what happened so many years ago.

he called your name, so broken that you wished to just take the onslaught yourself if it meant that you’d die in his arms, looking into those eyes or succumbing to the end as he’d vainly try to alleviate the situation.

but he was here, with you. he was whispering small words of encouragement, letting you pour yourself out to him as you held onto him for dear life.

“it’s okay, it’s okay. it’s going to be alright…”

you had said no to wanting to talk about the dream, shaking your head back and forth as you recognized that if you were to tell him, you might accidentally spill your true feelings to him.

you couldn’t lose this thing you had with giyuu. not after everything, not over some silly confession.

soon, your heavy breathing slowed down as the tears ceased. you got a tissue as you turned away from him and cleaned yourself up, opting to clean your hands before going back to face him again.

and once you did, he welcomed you back with open arms. “it’s still pretty late… do you want to head back to sleep?” his voice was so soft in your ear, a melody that lulled you closer to wanting to go back to bed. but you were reminded of why you were awake again in the first place.

“i don’t want to— not with… well… the nightmares.” his neck was so warm…

“i… could sleep holding you like this, if you’d like? i don’t think it’ll help, but… ” giyuu immediately wanted to sink into the earth at that moment, why did he say that?

“i’m definitely okay with that.”

“are you sure?”

“plenty.”

moments like these are ones that you can’t capture by memory alone, not the feeling and not the experience.

not the way he hugged you under the covers as you held onto him, both sides feeling that warm fuzzy feeling in your hearts. not the way his head was positioned on yours as he shielded you, making you feel protected from the world. and definitely not the way he held you tighter and closer, whispering a small, “i love you,” which could’ve easily been mistaken for your own imagination.

but you heard it and murmured a small “i love you, too.” back.

in the end, things definitely changed. and for once in quite a while, your dreams were filled with nothing but happiness and hope for a better future.

“i… you WHAT.” you gaped in disbelief.

tanjiro apologized over and over. “i'm sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry! i just— he asked! and i couldn’t lie to him because he has these senses and i knew you liked him and—!!”

as he rambled on and on, you looked over at giyuu. “so you knew, and you waited that long to tell me??”

“i wanted to wait for the right moment, that’s all.”

“like…?”

“the day we first had a conversation together.”

“…forgiven.” 😍😍😍

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