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zasaka-studio · 3 years ago

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This story is brought to you by @misslili265 this is for you 💕

Title: Je veux ton amour~

Hehehe first title in my native language :')

I want you're love~

TW: Teasing, prior mentions of kidnapping, blood, reader almost gets her freedom :(, soft yandere Gyomei this time ;)

Rating: SFW

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あなたをとても愛して… ベビー,.

其れ痛い♡。〜.

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You're legs were burning, it was either the scrapes of twigs and rocks that you had grazed. Or you're adrenaline running out, but you pushed on. Not wanting to be trapped in the soft embrace of you're blind captor any longer. You had to get out so it was now or never, but a sinking feeling since you composed this plan had reached newer heights now. There's no way he knows, it would be impossible. But the towering pillar he was, he'd already knew.

You panted as you came along a clearing, sliding down to rest a bit before taking off once more. It was a miracle that you'd made it this far so you dont have a lot of time before he realizes that you were missing.

But you hadn't noticed that you're time was up from the start.

All you heard was a rustle of bushes being moved, then you were tossed over someone's shoulder running back the way you came. Though you already knew who it was. You started to cry out in anguish, you're hope for ever seeing your loved ones again, even if the were alive. “Why! I-i was so close! How?” you pounded on the Hashira back for any sort of release, but to no avail. He was built like a brick wall.

As he came to a stop near his estate, he had shifted you where now he was holding you to his chest, you continued to pound you're fists onto his chest as he had entered his home. Not being effected by them but also staying silent. As he had entered a room you didn't recognize.

“Why! Why can't you let me go! How did you even know where I was? Why...” You sobbed as Gyomei just shushed you as he rubbed you're scalp in an ineffective way to calm you down. Not like he could.

“It was obvious that you wanted to leave. But what you don't know is how well i can read you're emotions. So it was useless to try, though it was cute.” Gyomei had stopped running his fingers through you're hair a he tilted up you're head with his thumb. Making you stair into his milky white eyes as he softly smiled at you.

Mocking you, that even if you had made it to the nearest village he would still get to you. Even if you went into hiding, he'd find you. With this revelation you had went slack in his hold, you're resistance fading as he gave a soft peck to you're cheek, then you're lips.

“I love you, my sweet.”

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I'm sorry this was short but I hope you like it :)

Edit: i might make a part 2 :0

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tamayosclinic · 3 years ago

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Hellooo...Can I make a request? I jusy love Gyomei and I would like this scenery.

Gyomei X Fem Reader

She is a new pillar, and everyone approaches her, but Gyomei it seems to ignore her at first, with some atitudes what can be even a bit rude from him, trying push her away, and she get tired in certain moment and tell him what's on her mind, and later they end up in a very strong romance, with a nice kiss and hug, maybe he realizes in a moment what he can lose her or something like this.

If possible can you do this please??? If not, that's no problem, but could you tell me please? Because I really reeeeally want this fanfic, and if maybe you feel like not writing this ( what's totally ok) I will look for something in this sense) I would be so happy. Anyway darling, your write it's amazing and thank you for your time!!!💓

Gyomei x F!Reader

Warning(s): None

Author's Note(s): Thank you for your support, Misslili. This came very late and I'm very sorry for that. Also I was initially going to let the reader's breath style be open for choosing but then I'd be typing '(B/S) Hashira'... yeah. So I decided to choose one of my OCs breath style, Breath of Fireworks, and I was able to use to provide a reason for Gyomei's rudeness towards the reader. On a final note, I can't think of a title so feel free to pitch in any title you think is fitting. Enjoy this oneshot.

Word Count: 2,066

All attention was on (Y/n). It was a given considering, one, this was her first time ever at a Hashira meeting, and two, she was standing up front beside Kagaya. She did not even flinch when all the Hashiras’ gazes turned towards her. Not even Sanemi and Obanai’s glares phased her.

“I thank you all for coming to the semi-annual Hashira meeting, my children,” Kagaya started. “It goes without saying we have a new Hashira joining our ranks. This is the Fireworks Hashira. Please introduce yourself.”

“Yes, master,” (Y/n) mumbled, then turned her attention to the other Hashira. “I’m (L/n) (Y/n),” She paused for a moment in thought before giving them a half-smile, “that’s all I can think of saying right now.”

A Fireworks breather. Just fantastic, Gyomei thought begrudgingly while the others greeted (Y/n).

“Okay then. Now let’s continue with the meeting. You all can get to know (Y/n) later.”

(Y/n) took position beside Gyomei, who was at the closest end of the line-up from where she previously stood by the engawa. He took a few steps to the side, though (Y/n) thought he was just trying to give her more room for her own comfort. She giggled under her breath and flashed a smile at him. Even though she knew he could not see, she hoped he would sense her appreciation for his kind gesture.

Meanwhile, Gyomei was writhing internally during the meeting, thanking Buddha when it finally ended, and Kagaya dismissed the Hashira. Now Gyomei would be able to leave-

“Hey, everyone! Why don’t we all go out and eat together? It could be a welcome luncheon for (Y/n).” Mitsuri cheerfully suggested, earning a chorus of approval from the others. Except for Gyomei, that is.

“Himejima-san, are you coming?” (Y/n) asked after noticing he had not followed the group.

“I’m afraid not. I have a mission on the far side of the region.” Gyomei lied.

“But it’s not even noon. If anything, you could take a train to the nearest town afterward.”

“I’d rather get there early to scout the area.” Gyomei blustered, which surprised her considering how mellow and almost soft-spoken during the meeting. She could only hang her head low meekly.

“Okay then. Sorry for bothering you. Good luck on your mission.” She said before leaving to catch up with the others.

Did Gyomei feel ashamed for snapping? Not really. Not really at all.

…

Even though (Y/n) had become a Hashira, she still found herself with plenty of free time in the daytime. Even with the grueling training regimen she had to keep up with, she always had plenty of energy. One of her favorite ways to pass the daytime hours was taking a walk in the bamboo forest. It was like a twisty maze which made it fun to traverse. It was also a favorite spot for many Hashira to train with privately.

Today she had come across—what one could consider—Gyomei’s designated training area and grinned when she saw the man sitting atop a giant boulder in meditation. Gyomei was the only Hashira she had yet to talk to. Granted, the first and only time they spoke did not leave a good impression on her, but she was willing to chalk his attitude up to loyalty to his duties.

She patiently waited until he had finished meditating before approaching him. “Himejima-san, hello!”

Gyomei rolled his eyes, not that (Y/n) would be able to tell due to his blindness.

Maybe if I ignore her, she’ll go away, he thought and continued with his training—hoping she would get the hint that he did not want to talk. Still, she only watched him push the boulder a whole meter though it took great effort.

“That was impressive, Himejima-san.” She chimed, but once again, she was ignored. Quickly getting the hint, she bid him goodbye and left. I’ll come by later on. If only I knew his favorite food, I could cook some for him and have lunch together.

Unfortunately for (Y/n), the sound of her crow flying in from above was here to ruin her plans just as she finished thinking it through. Her plans to get to know Gyomei would have to wait.

…

(Y/n) had three months-THREE whole months full of missions. The majority were back-to-back each night and required a full day’s travel to get to. A few took more than a single night to complete on account of the demon’s capability to conceal itself. In these cases, the demon proved to be formidable opponents that put (Y/n) out of commission with injury.

“Finally,” (Y/n) mustered out after receiving orders to rest until further notice.

She looked somewhat zombified at the moment from how disheveled she was and how she walked like a drunkard. Her sleep-deprived mind was not her best friend at the moment either. The only thoughts in her mind were those of her warm futon waiting for her return. Everything else was just insignificant right now. Even her surroundings.

“(L/N)-SAN!” An urgent voice boomed.

It sounded familiar to (Y/n), but her jumbled mind could not determine where she heard it. She glanced in the direction of the source, only making out a giant blur of green with hints of white and grey rushing towards her. Demon is what she instinctively presumed it is.

“LOOK OUT!” The blur warned as (Y/n) turned to fully face it while also taking a step back, which resulted in her tripping down a cliff edge.

Shit! (Y/n) instinctively clawed at the dirt to keep herself from plunging down, giving the blurred figure enough time to reach her and effortlessly pull her up to safety.

“I may not be able to see, but I can sense you are worse for wear right now.”

A lightbulb went off on (Y/n) ’s head. “Himejima-san?”

“Yes, that’s right,” Gyomei replied as he carefully slung her over his shoulder to be carried to the Butterfly estate.

(Y/n) yawned, which seemed to ease her racing mind enough to focus on the present moment. “You know, being a Hashira is harder than I thought. Then again, I made the mistake of thinking that this easy-going way of life would continue even with the highest rank title.”

“Easy-going?”

“Well yeah. It’s just… I always found myself comparing challenging situations to my hellish training years. I always thought, ‘this is easier than training.’ It honestly helped to ease the pressure those times. But now that I’m a Hashira, I can’t choose which one I think is easier. Honestly, I’m starting to feel the weight of a Hashira’s duties, and it’s frightening. O- sorry for rambling. It’s a habit.” (Y/n) gave a half-smile.

Gyomei chuckled lightheartedly. “It’s quite alright. Everyone needs to vent every now and then. And this is a valid feeling. Life is not always straightforward, but things like this build character. All it takes is time to acclimate and grow from changes. Just hang tight, and you will find a new way of life as a Hashira. And you have the others to watch your back.”

(Y/n) sighed more at ease. “Thank you for that, Himejima-san. I needed that.”

“You need to get some sleep too.”

(Y/n) yawned in argument, “Right.” She drifted within minutes.

…

(Y/n) awakened a couple of days later with a great sense of refreshment than she had never experienced. Her eyes were immediately drawn to a flash of green on her bedside, and she finally realized Gyomei was there dozing off in his seat.

Overall, he was more relaxed like this than she had ever seen before. His shoulders were slumped down, and his facial expression was soft and tranquil like a Buddha. His snores were no more than a light rumble.

So cute, (Y/n) thought to herself. She could not help but worry about Gyomei’s comfort in his current sleeping position as she sat up. His neck and back would surely ache later on. It was not long before she made up her mind and shifted in bed to get up. Turns out Gyomei is a light sleeper.

“Good morning,” He said groggily, “have you slept well?”

“I feel like I came out of hibernation.” (Y/n) joked, causing Gyomei to laugh before it returned to a pondering expression that did not go unnoticed by (Y/n). “Is there something wrong?”

“I think an apology is in order,” Gyomei started after some silence, “I have misjudged you greatly all because you’re a Fireworks user. I was not the friendliest towards you in the past. It was unbecoming of me as a Hashira.”

“… I never minded it. To be honest, Oyakata-sama told me about your history with the previous Fireworks Hashira. I admit their bad attitude was not a walk in the park to deal with. That’s what made training more hellish than necessary. Oyakata-sama himself said that I’m the first Fireworks user who does not have attitude… other than when I’m sleepy, of course.” (Y/n) giggled, which Gyomei joined in on.

“That sleep-deprived rant of yours was tamer compared to what I’ve heard straight from your predecessor.”

“Oh, that’s a relief.” (Y/n) gave him a soft smile, radiating warmth that seemed to envelop Gyomei. He felt his heart stall for a millisecond, then start beating in his chest rapidly, and his face heated up. “Woah, Gyomei, you’re so red.”

And just like that, Gyomei knew he was blushing.

“It’s nothing.” He reassured as he stood up. “I should get going. It’s about time for me to train.”

(Y/n) could not stop herself from pouting though she did not show her disappointment as they bid each other goodbye. She also could not help but reach for his hand as he turned to leave, causing him to stop. “Can you come back to visit, Himejima-san?”

Gyomei definitely could not say no to that. “Of course. I’ll come back. I promise. And call me Gyomei from now on.”

Gyomei kept his promise, continuously visiting (Y/n) no matter how busy he was. (Y/n) did the same likewise. Once she found a balance in her Hashira duties and way of life, she always sought out Gyomei during her free time.

Hanging out was something they both looked forward to the most each week. They only ever thought about each other when apart and yearned to reunite. Extended missions were always the most painful, but, as Hashiras, it was inevitable that one of them be sent on one.

Gyomei was in his training grounds, seated in his usual spot atop the giant boulder. His meditation was more challenging than ever right now as he could not calm his concern for (Y/n). She had been gone for the last three weeks on an undercover mission.

She’s okay. She can handle herself. She is a Hashira and a spitfire when she needs to be. She’ll come back. He constantly reassured himself, but a looming dread clung to him when thinking of her predecessor, who was killed not even a year into earning their rank. It scared Gyomei to believe that something like that could happen to (Y/n).

Sighing heavily, Gyomei stopped his meditation and allowed himself to think more and more about (Y/n). He then recalled a conversation with Mitsuri, who had grown suspicious. In a good way, that is.

“Do you like (Y/n)?” Her question echoed in his head as if she was asking him right now in this very moment.

“Yes, I do love (Y/n).” He answered to no one. He heard a surprised gasp behind him which brought him back to reality. He had been so entrapped in his mind that he had not noticed (Y/n) until now. His stomach flips in on itself. “(Y-Y/n)… how long have you been here?”

“Long enough to hear everything.” (Y/n) replied. If only he could see how red she was right now. His accidental confession replayed in her mind over and over again. “Do you really love me? More than a friend?” She could not help but ask with desperation.

Gyomei knew there was no point in hiding it. He lowered his head too shy to face her as he admitted, “Yes, I do.”

He was taken aback when (Y/n) practically leaped at him and embraced him tightly. “I love you too, Gyomei.” She said joyfully, causing Gyomei to tear up with just as much joy. After a long silent hug, they both pulled away and shared their first tender kiss.

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