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Seasons in Love (modern college AU: Part 1/2)

Sanemi meets Y/N in January and isn't a fan. As the seasons pass by, their evolving relationship becomes defined by a handful snapshots from the various holidays throughout the year.

A/N: part 1/2 of my college-AU fic to fulfill @shiverisms request for tooth-rotting Sanemi fluff. Part 1 covers January, the Spring and Summer festivals, Halloween and the week leading into finals in December. Part 2 will cover Christmas Eve and New Year's Eve. This is unlike anything I’ve really written before, so sorry if it drags!!

CW: swearing, some suggestive stuff but nothing too bad. College-typical drinking and debauchery.

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January 2nd – first day of the spring semester

Sanemi Shinazugawa hated many things. He hated the cold, because wearing too many layers made him feel like he was suffocating. He hated when the store was out of his favorite brand of dried seaweed. He hated whenever he saw that asshole, Douma, simpering his way across campus with a gaggle of unwitting freshmen trailing helplessly behind him.

But most of all, he hated change.

So, when Shinobu brought along a new face to their first family dinner of the new year, he’s not happy.

And initially, he felt vindicated by his reticence to welcome her as warmly into their friend group as some of the others, because, despite his friends’ kindness, she’d failed to even muster a grateful smile for her hosts.

Not once, during the entire affair, did the girl – Y/N -- so much as twitch her lips upwards; not when she met any of his friends, and certainly not at any of the jokes or fun they’d had.

It’s not that she’d been sullen and withdrawn — she’d participated in conversation just fine. But that bland stoicism on her face had really gotten under his skin, because it reminds him of Giyuu, and they’ve already got one of those.

Sanemi told Shinobu as much later that night as he kicked back in her worn, mismatched kitchen chair while the pharmacology student idly flipped through her biochemistry textbook.

“I’ll ignore the dig at Giyuu for now,” Shinobu said lightly, though her eyes flickered briefly up to his in warning, “but I would think you of all people would have a bit of compassion toward her, Sanemi.”

Sanemi reached out to snatch an apple from the little fruit bowl that Shinobu has on her kitchen table, taking a crude chomp out of it. “Why?” He asked, voice garbled by his thick mouthful.

Shinobu shot him a fleeting look of disgust at his lack of etiquette. “Do you remember that girl I was paired with in my mental health law seminar last semester? The one who dropped out of our final project last minute?”

Sanemi swallowed his mouthful of apple. “Yeah. You were pissed.”

And she had been. Shinobu had been stuck with doing the other half of an entire presentation just two days before it was due, and it had been on statutory interpretation which had not been Shinobu’s strongest area.

Shinobu’s scowled. “That’s because I didn’t know the reason,” she reached for a highlighter to mark text on the page open before her.

“Her little brother died. Cancer. He was only eleven.”

In one breath, all his prior irritation with the girl’s presence is extinguished within him.

Now, Sanemi felt like an asshole.

Because if anyone understood what it felt like to lose a loved one — especially one as young as eleven — it would’ve been him.

“Fuck,” Sanemi exhaled, apple falling to the table, forgotten. Absentmindedly, he reached his hand to rub at his chest, just over the jagged scar beneath his shirt that was one of the many souvenirs from the car wreck that had managed to kill everyone in his family but him.

That had been nine years ago — when Sanemi had barely been twelve.

He certainly hadn’t felt like smiling much after that, either. Truthfully, he’d probably be in far worse shape now had it not been for the people clustered in Shinobu’s and Mitsuri’s tiny apartment.

“She also got cheated on last semester,” Shinobu added after a moment.

Sanemi sighed heavily, feeling even worse. The poor girl had gone through what was arguably the worst semester, and he’d chapped her ass over not smiling.

“I didn’t know that — by who?” Tengen emerged from the adjacent living room, breezing by the table and into the kitchen to help himself to whatever was in the girls’ fridge.

Shinobu’s eyes hardened. “Douma,” her tone was poisonous.

Both Sanemi and Tengen groaned in unison.

“She deserves financial compensation for that one,” Sanemi muttered darkly, motioning for Tengen to toss him a beer. The sleazy, lazy, and arrogant student body President had earned the reputation of being a serial cheater around campus. Shinobu briefly had a fling with him their first year that she’d ended after only a few weeks, once it became all too clear that he was a master manipulator.

And, as Shinobu had referred to him, an utter man-whore.

Tengen padded out from the kitchen, beers in hand. “That explains why she doesn’t really have a friend group anymore, then.” He quipped, handing the extra beer to Sanemi before plopping down next to him at the table.

Shinobu hummed in agreement, hand seamlessly moving across the glossy page of her textbook as she made a small, precise note. “You know how Douma is — first he fucks you, and then he fucks you.”

Sanemi snorted, shaking his head. “So that’s why you feel so protective of her, huh?” He nudged her with his elbow. “You know what she’s going through.”

Shinobu shrugged him off. “Maybe; but so do you.” She said pointedly, hand flipping her textbook shut. “So maybe just try to be nice?”

“When the fuck am I not nice?” Sanemi demanded indignantly, and Shinobu shot him such a pitiful look that he felt his cheeks heat.

Tengen just laughed. “I think the real question is when are you ever?”

Sanemi glared at his loud-mouthed friend, but before he could respond with a snappy retort, Shinobu spoke.

“I’m not saying you have to be a saint, but I want Y/N to feel like she at least has some support here,” her tone was light but it carried that signature soft threat she used whenever she meant business. “so promise me you’ll at least try to get to know her.”

Sanemi groaned but acquiesced. “All right, all right,” he’d muttered, reaching back for his earlier-discarded apple. “I promise.”

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March 23rd – Spring Festival

As winter melted way into spring and the cherry blossom buds had begun to bloom, so did Sanemi’s friendship with Y/N.

He promised Shinobu that he would try to make the girl feel part of their group, and Sanemi is a man true to his word – but in retrospect, he hadn’t expected it to be this easy to become friends with her.

It started when they realized they shared three out of their four classes together. Sanemi walked into his first seminar at the crack-ass of eight in the morning on the first day of spring classes when he’d spotted her sitting in the second row from the front. Sanemi didn’t like most of the other people in his class, so sitting beside her had seemed like a no-brainer.

It had been the best decision he could have made. Y/N was smart as a whip, and often went toe-to-toe with the self-professed “devil’s advocates” during class discussions, managing to weave in Shakespearean insults while simultaneously ripping apart their inane arguments.

Soon, they began to meet up for study sessions at Mitsuri and Shinobu’s apartment, as Y/N had also become incredibly close with the two girls. Sanemi began to find himself at the girls’ apartment far more than he was at his own. In March, he discovered they had precisely the same tastes in music; within a day she had sent him several specially-curated playlists that featured bands similar to his favorite artists.

By the end of March, Y/N had announced her plan to move in with Mitsuri and Shinobu.

It wouldn’t happen until the end of the semester, when Y/N’s solitary lease ended, but she’d planned to move in right before she spent a month at home with her family – which also marked the first time she’d return home since her brother had died.

Sanemi wasn’t surprised at how quickly Y/N had bonded with his other female friends; she had a sharp, dry wit that matched perfectly with Shinobu’s lofty, passive-aggressive attitude, yet also seemed to find delight in spending time with Mitsuri, with whom she’d rapidly become attached to at the hip. Part of Sanemi had hoped that her friendship with the two women would lighten the shadows that crossed her face every so often, and that maybe she would finally crack a smile.

It wasn’t as if Y/N wasn’t expressive – she was, particularly around her eyes. More often than not, she was scowling at him or rolling her eyes at his barbs, but there had been a few occasions when he’d thought that he’d caught something softer as she looked at him. Other times, he saw an amused twinkle in her eye whenever Mitsuri challenged Tengen to an arm-wrestling contest, as though she were on the precipice of laughter, though none ever came.

Shinobu had suggested Y/N’s failure to smile was just a way of her processing her trauma and grief, and that she was doing everything she could to cope. Sanemi had not yet broached the subject with Y/N, not wanting her to feel compelled to open up wounds she was trying so hard to stitch together, but he worried that she wasn’t getting the support she needed.

Near the end of the semester, Y/N had become slightly more irritable, constantly jiggling a foot whenever she sat down, or wringing her hands in her lap whenever she was in deep thought.

Sanemi had agreed to study with her for their last final, but was on his last nerve as she continuously clicked her pen, each press of her thumb against the cap harder than the last.

“You have to stop.” He finally snapped, throwing his own pen down on his notebook before him to glare at her. “I can’t hear myself think.”

Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise at his outburst before lowering, her arms folding insecurely in front of her chest.

“Sorry,” she murmured, her foot beginning to twitch beneath the table.

Sanemi sighed and slammed his book shut, folding his hands under his chin as he braced his elbows on the table. “All right, out with it; what’s got ya all bent out of shape?”

Y/N didn’t meet his eyes, instead toying idly with the ends of her hair. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Sanemi rolled his eyes and huffed. “You’ve been squirming nonstop for the last two weeks, and it’s only gotten worse,” he nodded pointedly at the way she kept twisting and untwisting a lock of her dark, silky hair around her index finger. “Somethin’s bothering you.”

Y/N remained quiet for a moment, but contemplative, weighing out the risks and the rewards of opening up to the scowling man sitting across from her.

“I haven’t been home since – since he died,” She began, shifting slightly in her seat. “And I’ve felt really closed off from my parents ever since the funeral. We haven’t talked much at all.” She bit her lip, staring intently at the wooden grain of the table. “I guess I’m just anxious about going back.”

Sanemi clicked his tongue. “I gotta say, I don’t envy you right now,”

“Thanks.” Y/N interjected coolly, but Sanemi held a hand up to quiet her.

“I mean, that car wreck just killed my whole family, so I didn’t have to deal with anyone else’s grief but my own,” Sanemi continued, and Y/N fell silent. “I can’t imagine having to deal with someone else’s.”

Y/N’s hand had fallen from her hair to the table, and it twitched toward him. She hestitated for a moment before finally reaching over and placing her small hand on Sanemi’s broad, scarred forearm.

“Sanemi, I had no idea,” she said, softly. “I’m so sorry.”

Sanemi surprised himself by not immediately shrugging off her touch, but he found it hard to meet her eyes. Most people looked at him with pity, and he’d long since lost the ability to stomach it.

Y/N slowly pulled her hand back from his arm, moving to wipe furiously at her eyes.

“Ah hell, I didn’t mean to make ya cry-“ Sanemi said, cursing himself for trudging up what had to be painful memories.

She shook her head furiously. “No, it’s not that,” she batted the tears from her eyes before meeting his gaze head-on. “I’ve just felt so…alone these last few months. Like I was drowning in my grief.”

Sanemi felt something within him stir at the intensity of her stare, something warm and comforting spreading through his chest. “But you’re not,” he said with equal quiet, offering her a small smile. “It’s the worst club to be a part of – the dead family club – but it’s nice knowin’ someone else in it.”

Y/N nodded, and Sanemi could swear he saw something like a ghost of a smile on her face, but it was gone as soon as it came.

“If things at home get too hard to deal with this summer,” Sanemi said after a pause, “just call me. Any time.”

And damn him if he didn’t feel like he could soar at the look of hope in her eyes.

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July 15th – Mid-Summer Festival

Summer had passed by slowly and lazy in the blazing heat.

Sanemi had spent the majority of their break at the Rengoku family lakehouse, working alongside his best friend as a lifeguard at the local swim club. When he wasn’t shouting at kids for being walking lawsuits as they ran alongside the pool and drinking cheap beer with Kyojuro, he had been texting Y/N – outside of their active group chat.

It was insane to him that she’d become as close with him as he was to Kyojuro. Sanemi had found her so easy to talk to, even over the phone, and eagerly checked for her messages the moment he awoke and the moment before he fell asleep. Once or twice, Kyojuro had even grumbled that Sanemi rarely texted the group chat back but seemed to have no trouble responding to one of Y/N’s many memes or song recommendations.

But now, the whole gang had reunited for a holiday weekend at the Rengoku lakehouse to celebrate the mid-summer festival with a cookout and fireworks.

Translation: they’d all come to get absolutely plastered while enjoying some fun in the picturesque water surrounding the generous estate.

It was day two of the festival weekend, and six of them were in the water, locked in a fierce battle of chicken. Y/N was perched on Sanemi’s shoulders as she wrestled Mitsuri, who was close to strangling a sputtering Kyojuro with her thighs as she desperately tried to remain upright. So far, he and Y/N had knocked out the other pair — Shinobu and Giyuu -- and were vying for the title of Chicken Champions.

Sanemi wouldn’t lie that he’d initially felt a bit smug over how Y/N had darted forward to grab his arm when Mitsuri announced the need to partner up. He’d thought it was because of his strength — he knew he was jacked, and he assumed that she had (correctly) concluded that she stood the best chance of winning if she climbed atop his shoulders.

“I won’t let you fall, princess.” He’d crooned, winking at her. She’d rolled her eyes at the use of his nickname for her, and he’d puffed his chest out, feeling a cocky sense of pride.

As it turned out, he’d been dead fucking wrong. Y/N hadn’t chosen him because he’d looked the strongest.

No. She’d chosen him because he was the only one she could get away with outright abusing in her ruthless play for the championship.

“Left, left, left!” She screeched, fingers snaring in his hair to wrench him harshly to the side, her heels digging sharply into his abdomen beneath the water as she desperately tried to steer him away from Mitsuri’s incoming flailing limbs.

Somehow, despite the searing pain in his scalp and the spray of lake water in his eyes, Sanemi had managed to follow her directions and the pair managed to narrowly avoid catastrophe. But Y/N wasn’t finished, as she tightened her shapely thighs around Sanemi’s neck to twist him back so she could lunge for the pinkette now unsteady atop of Kyojuro.

Sanemi had never been more grateful that the water covered him from the waist-down, as Y/N’s thighs clenched around his head once more as she shoved at her best friend with all her might.

Mitsuri had been too unbalanced to resist Y/N’s attack, and she finally toppled off Kyojuro’s shoulders and splashed into the water.

“Chicken Champs!” Tengen declared from the shoreline where he had been refereeing, more interested in working in a tan than he had been in getting in the water.

“I knew we’d win.” Y/N sniffed, tapping Sanemi’s head lightly. “I didn’t scalp you, did I?”

But Sanemi couldn’t answer because he was fighting a losing battle to conceal the growing bulge in his trunks, fearful that if any of his friends saw, they’d never let him live it down.

He’d known he was in trouble when she’d first emerged from the girls’ room in that tiny red bikini. For the last three hours, he’d been constantly reminding himself that she was his best friend and was therefore off-limits every time he’d caught his eyes lingering a second too long on her exposed skin and that he valued their friendship above all else.

But those rationalities were getting harder to remember the longer he felt her legs dangling over his chest, and his self-control was rapidly slipping.

So, upon Tengen declaring their victory, Sanemi did the only thing he could think of to escape his predicament— he slid his hands under her knees and dumped her into the water behind him, Y/N squeaking as she fell.

By the time Y/N’s head breached the surface of the lake, her eyes blazing and ready to fight, Sanemi had already been halfway back to the lake house, with nothing but a cold shower on his mind.

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Later that night, once everyone was thoroughly shit-faced and Kyojuro and Tengen were itching to light the fireworks, Y/N was nowhere to be found. Sanemi broke away from the group, heading towards the boat dock just down a grassy hill when he’d spotted her sitting on the edge of the pier. She was leaning against one of the posts, legs dangling into the water below as she gazed up at the brilliant expanse of stars twinkling in the night sky.

“It’s about time to watch a bunch of drunk assholes blow shit up.” He said, crouching down to sit beside her.

Y/N merely turned her head toward him before looking away again, remaining quiet. Her eyes were clouded and wistful as she peered up at the sky, her lower lip wobbling slightly.

In moments like these, Sanemi had learned the best thing he could do was stay silent. If she wanted to talk, she would, but sometimes, she just wanted him near.

The two were quiet for a moment, the only sounds being the slow lap of the lake water as it broke against the wooden pier, and the distant echoes of laughter as Kyo and Tengen drunkenly tried to set up the firework display.

“It’s been eight months since he died,” Y/N broke the silence, her voice soft. “And I hadn’t even realized. I was so swept up in having fun that I forgot about him for a moment.” She looked down at her lap, fingers twisting nervously together. “I must be awful.”

Sanemi shook his head, his hand itching to reach out and pat her back, to offer her comfort, but it remained still on the wood beneath him. “Nah. Not awful.” He lifts his gaze up to the stars twinkling above them, the mid-summer night sky resplendent with light. “It’s shitty to say, but sometimes you’ve gotta remember that you’re still livin’— even if they’re not.”

Y/N snorted, bringing a hand up to wipe at the tears that had begun to cling to her eyelashes. “That’s a harsh way of putting it.”

Sanemi grimaced, resenting how poor he could be with words. “I meant that he wouldn’t want you to keep yourself from living just because of him.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “What brought it on, anyways? I mean, what reminded you?”

Y/N leaned her head back against the worn post of the pier, chewing on her lower lip in thought. “I guess when Kyo mentioned it was almost time for fireworks. My brother loved the summer festivals, but he really loved the fireworks.” Y/N’s eyes slid shut momentarily as she reminisced, echoes of vibrant colors and the sounds of her brother’s laughter echoing in the corners of her mind. “He’d beg my parents to stay up past his bedtime to watch them. They used to tell him ‘No,’ but he kept sneaking out to watch them anyways. They eventually just gave in.”

Y/N paused, as she wove the connection between the memory in her head with the heaving feeling in her heart. “I guess that’s why I came down here.” She shrugged, as though to deflect the pain and loneliness that curled her shoulders forward, that still lurked in the shadows beneath her eyes. “Didn’t wanna drag the group down, you know?”

Sanemi looked back to Y/N, so beautiful beneath the starlight, so kind, and so very sad.

“I don’t think anyone would think you’re bein’ a drag,” Sanemi murmured. “But tell ya what — if you’re ever feeling down again while we’re all together, how about you give me a signal and we can dip out together ‘til you feel better?”

Y/N sniffed eyeing him incredulously. “A signal?”

Sanemi nodded. “Yeah, like — I dunno — a code word or something?”

Y/N pursed her lips as she looked back over the still water of the inky lake, considering.

“How about ‘chicken?’ In honor of our win today?” She said after a moment.

Sanemi grinned. “Perfect.”

The telling whizz and whirr of fireworks being launched into the sky cut Y/N off before she could reply. With a resounding boom! the night sky filled with bright streaks of red, white, pink, and yellow. Between the pulsing claps of the thunder of the fireworks, Y/N and Sanemi could hear the distant whoops and hollers of their friends.

Y/N’s eyes were locked on the dazzling display of fire and spark above them, a mixture of sadness and wonder glistening within them.

Later that night, just as Sanemi had been on the precipice of sleep, he’d realized he had not seen a single firework that his friends had launched in celebration of the summer festival.

Because while Y/N’s eyes had been fixed on the beautiful show of color in the night sky, Sanemi had not been able to look at anything else but her.

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October 31st -- Halloween

“Stop moving your face,” Y/N said exasperatedly to the scowling, white-haired man sitting before her. “You’re going to mess me up.”

Sanemi wanted to crack an eye to glare at her, but he feared she might stick one of her makeup brushes in his eye socket if he did. Instead, Sanemi clenched his jaw, fists balling in his lap.

“You’re taking for-fuckin’-ever,” he muttered, wincing slightly as Y/N dabbed a cold, gel-like substance against his cheek.

“I’m not the one who picked the most high-maintenance costume out of our entire group,” Y/N scoffs, pulling away from Sanemi to blend together a mixture of red, brown, and gray face paint to apply on the fake wound she has created along Sanemi’s sharp cheekbone. “I mean seriously, a wolf demon? Why not just go as a regular werewolf?”

It is Halloween and Sanemi regrets ever agreeing to a group costume theme.

It had all started when Shinobu, Mitsuri, and Y/N had come to their weekly family dinner a month prior with wicked gleams in their eyes. They had waited until everyone else had been seated before Shinobu announced that not only had she gotten all their names down on an invite list for an exclusive Halloween party at the Wisteria House the following month, but they would all be dressing up as part of a group theme.

Tengen, Kyojuro, and Gyomei had each expressed excitement while Giyuu, Obanai, and Sanemi had remained silent, though the latter only did so because he was too busy gaping at the girls, his mouth full of food.

“Tell me you three’ve already figured out the theme,” Tengen had said, his magenta eyes alight with excitement. “I want to be the flashiest group in that fucker.”

Mitsuri’s smile had only grown wider. “Mythical monsters - specifically demons!”

Sanemi’s groan had been cut off by a sharp kick under the table from Y/N, who was glowering at him threateningly. One look from her, and he’d known arguing would be pointless.

And that was how Sanemi had found himself now, on Halloween night, sitting stiffly on the worn-out ottoman in the girls’ apartment while Y/N smeared liquid latex across his cheeks to create the fake appearance of claw marks.

Mitsuri was on the other side of Y/N, painting fake slits on either side of Obanai’s mouth to give him a more snake-like appearance to suit his Snake Demon attire. The moment Sanemi had seen Y/N’s hands free up after she had put the finishing touches on Shinobu’s Butterfly Demon makeup, he’d nearly toppled over the coffee table to claim her before Kyojuro could sit down and occupy her time.

Truthfully, Sanemi had just wanted the chance to be near her. She was already decked out in her full Spider demon costume; her face painted a ghostly shade of white and accented by red circles meant to mimic the appearance of spider eyes. Sanemi, however, had miscalculated one crucial detail in his haste to be the only one of the men that she touched to do their makeup — how skimpy her costume would be.

Y/N was clad in a thin, white wrap dress that cut short just above her mid-thigh. The dress, though sleeved, also boasted a deep v-neck, and Sanemi was avidly trying to avoid staring at her exposed cleavage, which had also been painted and dusted with a shimmering powder. Her legs were bare, covered in the same glitter as the rest of her skin, and she was already teetering around in heels that Sanemi knew damn well would not stay on her feet longer than an hour.

In fairness, Y/N’s costume wasn’t nearly as skimpy as her pink-haired friend’s. Mitsuri insisted she was going as a cat demon, but Sanemi failed to see the correlation between the black unitard with the plunging neckline and anything remotely feline.

Y/N’s fingers brushed against his cheeks as she dabbed a mixture of paint to create the appearance of blood and Sanemi wills them not to heat under her touch. The task is nearly impossible, however, because he felt like he was being electrocuted every time she brushes against him. That feeling was only accentuated every time she moved to lean over him and pick up yet another beauty tool, the sweet honey of her perfume more intoxicating than the shots Tengen had made them pound earlier.

Sanemi was so lost in thought as he reveled beneath Y/N’s heavenly touch that he failed to notice her step back, eyes scrutinizing his face as she considered her handiwork. Sanemi cracked an eye open and watched her nod in satisfaction, finally dropping her makeup brushes on the side table.

“You’re done.” She said, tapping his shoulder to motion him to stand. Y/N thrusted a tiny makeup mirror in his hand so he could inspect.

She’d turned his existing facial scars into fake, bloodied, fresh ones, but elongated them to give the appearance of claw marks. She added an additional vertical scar that extended from above his right eyebrow to nearly his cheek. All in all, Sanemi thought he looked -

“Scary!” Mitsuri exclaimed, eyes widening softly. “He’s sure on theme — he’ll terrify people!”

Y/N clicked her tongue in disagreement. “No, I don’t think he looks scary,” she tilted her head in thought, Sanemi feeling slightly embarrassed as the two girls continued to look him over.

“I think he looks…,” Y/N paused, her eyebrow quirking up suggestively as her eyes lit up, dancing with a challenge. “Feral.”

Sanemi grinned at her, purposefully bearing his teeth in an effort to look as wolf-like as possible.

Tengen came back into the living room from where he and Kyo were doing shots and winked at his silver-haired friend. “You’ll still be able to pick up girls looking like that, Shinazugawa.”

Sanemi doesn’t know why, but the comment irritated him, and he turned away from the group to hide his reddening face.

He doesn’t see the way Y/N’s eyebrows furrow at the comment.

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It was two in the morning, and they are all utterly inebriated.

The Wisteria House — an exclusive club that Shinobu had only been able to get them into because of her connections to one of its proprietors — had been pulsing with music and lights as throngs of costumed revelers had ground to the thunderous beat of the music.

The group of them had thrived beneath the black light of the club dance floor, getting drunk on endless rounds of shots and mixed drinks that kept flowing from the bar like a waterfall of spirits.

But now, it was after two in the fucking morning, and somehow Sanemi had been stuck with corralling not one, but two drunk assholes back into their apartment despite being intoxicated himself.

The two assholes in question were also arguably the biggest lightweights out of all their friends — Mitsuri and Y/N.

Six of them had agreed to call an Uber to take them all back home to their apartments, but Kyojuro had gotten the whole group kicked out after he’d thrown up all over the driver’s pristine leather seats.

The blonde had been nearly unconscious when Tengen and Giyuu dragged him out the side of the car, and neither of them could stand to haul their blacked-out friend back to the boys’ apartment by themselves. But someone had to stay back to walk the two drunk girls back to their apartment because none of them were stupid enough to risk letting the girls walk by themselves - which was how Sanemi found himself in the position of the official babysitter of the two, shit-faced girls who stumbled along the pavement next to him.

“Kanroji — no, god dammit, st-op tryin’ to run,” Sanemi growled, his words a little slurred as he lunged to grab onto the pinkette’s arm as she tried yet again to take off into the night, giggling about how she wanted to run and feel free.

Mitsuri began wailing because Sanemi is a big meanie, but she shuffled along beside him in resigned obedience. Sanemi bit down on the litany of curses threatening to spill from his lips as he whipped around to lay eyes on the other girl he’d been charged with escorting safely home.

Y/N was limping along, about ten feet behind her friends, her legs quivering from exhaustion thanks to those fucking heels she’d insisted on wearing. How she’d managed to remain upright and not snap both her ankles was a mystery to Sanemi, but right then, he was annoyed and wanted nothing more than to slump home and pass out in his own bed.

“Y/N!” He barked behind him, the girl’s face blearily looking up in alarm. “March!”

“‘Nemiiii,” she whined, stumbling slightly as her balance shook. “I can’t — hiccup — go any faster.”

Sanemi ground his teeth. “Try harder.”

Y/N managed to flip him off before stumbling again. “Mitsuri’s right, you are a meanie.”

Sanemi had had it; it was nearly three in the goddamn morning, and somehow the man with the least amount of patience had been stuck with the two drunkest shitheads in his circle of friends, and those shitheads were keeping him from embracing the sweet oblivion of drunken sleep.

So, he snapped.

Hand still wrapped firmly around Mitsuri’s forearm, he stomped back to Y/N, tugging his other friend helplessly along behind him. Standing before her, Sanemi crouched and turned to glare up at his swaying best friend.

“Climb on. I ain’t arguing.” He ordered, and to her credit, Y/N complied, looping her arms across Sanemi’s sternum and locking her legs around his waist. He thinks she would have put up more of a fight had her feet not been about to fall off.

“No fair! I wanna be carried!” Mitsuri whined, tugging at his arm.

Sanemi just trudged along, relief flooding him as the girls’ tiny apartment comes into view. “You know how to walk in heels, Kanroji. She doesn’t.” He jerked his head back to the half-unconscious girl clinging to his back.

By some miracle, Sanemi and the girls finally arrived at the apartment, and Mitsuri was at least coordinated enough to fumble for her key to unlock the front door.

Once inside, Sanemi kicked the door shut behind him, and Mitsuri broke free from his hold, half-sprinting into the kitchen to chug some water. Sanemi readjusted his grip on Y/N’s legs and moved towards her closed bedroom door, ready to dump her on her bed and go the fuck home.

“We made it!” Y/N’s sleepy voice murmured in his ear. Sanemi grunted in response, moving to deposit her on the soft down of her mattress when he felt her lurch forward on his back.

He was about to snap at her for being difficult when he felt the sloppy press of a soft pair of lips against his ear.

“Thanks, ‘Nemi.” Y/N said sleepily, falling off his back in an unceremonious heap on her bed. She sunk into the ridiculous array of pillows and blankets she insisted on piling onto her mattress.

Sanemi realized she’d been aiming for his cheek, but had missed in her drunken stupor. Nonetheless, his ear burned where her mouth had been, and he felt slightly hot under the collar of his flannel shirt.

“Drink some water so you’re not violently hungover tomorrow, idiot.” Was all he said as he moved to leave her room and finally, finally, return to his apartment.

“‘M-Kay. Love you.” Y/N slurred, and Sanemi froze. “Love my ‘Nemi. You’re my bestest friend in the world.”

Sanemi’s heart thumped wildly in his ears, though the slight lead of disappointment sunk in his gut. She loved him like a brother, of course — not as anything — as anything more than that.

Sanemi moved to exit the apartment, checking to ensure Kanroji hadn’t fallen asleep on her back, and pausing only to place a trash can next to where she was passed out on the couch. He softly closed the door behind him and began to make his way back to the apartment he shared with Kyojuro and Tengen.

Sanemi’s feet stumbled slightly on his journey as his mind reeled. His ear still burned from Y/N’s kiss, and her words echoed and clanged around in his head until he could hear nothing else.

Somehow, Sanemi ends up in his bed, sleep rapidly creeping up on him as his eyelids grow heavy. In his haze, he thought about how, despite being in a club surrounded by her friends and drunk off her ass, she’d still failed to smile even once.

As he drifted off, he thought about how empty and cold he felt now that he is no longer bearing Y/N’s warm weight on his back. Though he’d only been carrying her, she had felt indescribably good in his arms, and Sanemi cannot think of much he wouldn’t do to be touched by her again.

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December – one week before finals.

A snowstorm had blown through their city that afternoon.

Though, perhaps “snowstorm” was too light of a description; in a matter of hours, an outright blizzard had dumped nearly three feet of snow across town and had utterly and thoroughly fucked the roads. The university had no option but to cancel classes through at least the end of the week.

Sanemi had looked forward to a night in, preferably with some video games and maybe some of his boys. It had been a long, strenuous week; truthfully, he felt like killing some virtual monsters.

It seemed, however, that his friends had other ideas as to how to spend their newly-freed evening, and of course it involved doing the exact opposite of what Sanemi had hoped to do.

He’d been in the middle of frying an egg for dinner when his phone began vibrating. He’d ignored it at first, until it nearly buzzed itself off his counter, Sanemi having to jolt to catch it in his hand before it hit the cracked linoleum of his kitchen floor.

His phone was steadily buzzing with new messages in the group chat. Swearing slightly under his breath, Sanemi unlocked his phone and scrolled up to see the message that had prompted the flurry of reactions and enthusiastic agreements from his friends.

It had started with a message from Tengen.

Quad. 20 minutes. Snow ball fight.

Sanemi groaned and responded only to tell Tengen to fuck off. But then Y/N had replied that she and the girls were on their way, and she’d called him a baby bitch for sitting out, so he’d had no choice but to bundle up in his thickest flannel and sweater and head towards the quad.

By the time Sanemi trudged his way through the shin-deep wintry sludge, a full-on war was being waged on the campus green. Though it was nearly midnight, the snow illuminated the winter wonderland around them, and Sanemi could see all his friends and a few other straggling students engaged in a fierce battle.

He scanned the quad for a sign of Y/N and spied her about 20 feet away, swathed in a thick, wool coat and hat, crouched slightly behind a tree. Beside her was a small pile of densely packed snowballs, like a stockpiled winter arsenal.

“Ya know you’re supposed to throw the snowballs, right?” Sanemi chided, sidling up to where she stood, just off the snow-covered walk of the green. She had two snowballs clutched in her gloved hands, but her eyes were fixed on someone, her tongue darting out between her lips in concentration as she calculated her next move. “Like, actually throw ‘em at people.”

Y/N tore her eyes off whatever target she’d locked onto to give him a withering glare. “I’m trying, smart-ass, to figure out the best way to hit Gyomei in the face,” she turned away from him once more, resuming her careful assessment of the tallest target on the quad, who was busy pelting the back of Giyuu’s head with scary precision.

Sanemi’s grin turned wicked. “Kinda sadistic of you to target the blind guy, isn’t it?” He goaded, bending down to scoop up and a handful of snow for himself.

Y/N whipped around at him, eyes blazing. “He’s throwing snow chunks at people, you fuckhead, and all is fair in war-“

Y/N’s rant was cut off as a well-packed sphere of snow smashed into the side of her face. She dropped the snowballs she’d been holding, her hand jumping up to her cheek in shock, as the skin beneath it stung from the icy bite of the snow.

Sanemi let out a hearty laugh. Y/N stood there, mouth gaping and dark hair plastered to the wet of her cheek, an adorable mix of both shock and indignation on her face.

Behind him, Sanemi heard Mitsuri’s tinkling, mischievous laughter.

“Motherfucker,” Y/N breathed, staring after her roommate, her eyes lighting up with a promise of swift retribution.

“Oh come on,” Sanemi laughed again at her, open and deep. “You had it coming — that’s what you get for tryna hit the blind -“

An explosion of ice and water smacked into the side of his face, soaking his hair and the collar of his jacket.

Y/N whirled to see Obanai wink at her before he took off to join Mitsuri to guard her against the onslaught flying snowballs.

Y/N turned back to Sanemi and gasped.

Obanai had not just thrown a snowball packed from the generous coating of fresh, pristine powder that covered the green; rather, he’d made a small grenade, using snow and slush gathered from the side of the road.

Gray snow dripped from the side of Sanemi’s face, soiling his cheek, and staining the cream sweater he had on beneath his jacket. Sanemi was frozen in his surprise at being caught off guard until a small, unfamiliar sound snapped him out of it.

The source of the sound made his heart drop to his stomach.

It was Y/N, who was staring up at his soiled face, watching as the black snow slid down his cheek and dripped onto the ground below him.

And she was laughing. Laughing at him.

The sound that rattled from her chest was neither a snicker nor a snort; it was a raspy, raucous cackle. Her head was tipped back slightly, as she gawked up at him, her eyes crinkled with mirth as she vaguely gestured to the smear of gray on his cheek and dissolving into another fit of giggles.

Laughter subsiding slightly, Y/N stepped forward and swiped her hand through the sludge still gathered on Sanemi’s face in a poor attempt to wipe the gray stain away. She realized it was futile though and looked instead at her now-dirtied palm in slight distaste, wiping it against the black wool of her coat.

She peered back up at him and smiled, broad and radiant.

That exhilarating smile faded, however, as Sanemi stood there, motionless, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly parted, shocked into silence.

“Sanemi, what-“ Y/N started, a frown tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“Do it again,” Sanemi whispered, breathless. He’d not blinked or dared to do so in case he might miss it. “Smile again.”

Y/N’s eyebrows knit in confusion before softening. She’d not realized she’d even done it.

But Sanemi looked so awestruck, so desperate that she couldn’t deny him. So, she grinned broadly at him, cheeks almost burning after months of non-use, though she could not find it within herself to care.

Sanemi slowly returned the smile, pure joy illuminating his features. And they both began to laugh, without restraint, even as snowballs continued to whizz by them.

By the time the snowball fight had ended, Sanemi was soaked to the bone.

Admittedly, he hadn’t been paying attention to the slushy projectiles that had been lobbed with precision by the carefree college students who had gathered on the quad. His attention had been exclusively on Y/N as she pranced and ducked through the snow, smiling and laughing with abandon.

She’d been exquisite to watch.

One by one, his other friends had caught notice, had pricked their ears at the sound of an unfamiliar laugh that rang through the campus green, and turned to identify the source. As they watched Y/N run and duck and throw with that broad grin on her face, they too, had fallen still, their eyes going soft as they realized the enormity of the moment.

Because when Y/N smiled, she was a completely different person.

She looked bright, carefree, and more radiant than the sun. The resplendence of her smile made the snow look ugly and dull in comparison.

Mitsuri had watched her best friend with tears in her eyes, and Shinobu had looked close to joining her.

All the while, Sanemi had been unable to tear his eyes from her, and the warmth that he felt spread through his numb fingers and cheeks made him swear that he would do anything, anything at all, to make Y/N smile again.

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Sanemi felt as though he was levitating even after he dropped Y/N off back at her apartment. He may as well have been floating on a cloud as he made his way down the hallway of the dimly lit hallway of the girls’ apartment complex, because he’d finally seen Y/N smile, had seen her laugh, and it was goddamned glorious.

Mitsuri emerged from the hall stairwell, cheeks pink and eyes bright from the evening of fun in the cold. She giggled as she saw the gray stain still on Sanemi’s face from the sludge ball he took.

“I would say ‘sorry,’ but honestly, it was pretty funny,” Mitsuri teased, nodding at his disheveled appearance. Sanemi snorted, but he couldn’t feign annoyance or irritation because he felt so damn good.

“Tell your boyfriend to watch out tonight, or else he might find his bed outside.”

Mitsuri giggled again, but then fell quiet, something more serious crossing her face.

“When are you going to tell her you’re in love with her?” She asked, her voice low.

Just like that, Sanemi felt as though a bucket of ice water had been thrown over him, as though he was crashing right back down to earth under the weight of the accusation she wanted him to answer for.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said gruffly, averting his gaze so he did not have to meet Mitsuri’s knowing stare.

Sanemi knew Mitsuri could see right through his bullshit — could tell by the way she huffed at him and could see it out of his periphery in how her head was cocked at him. He looked back at her and nearly recoiled at the vast pity swimming in her jade eyes.

“Fuck, Mitsuri,” he groaned, leaning against the hall wall and letting his head fall back against it with a thud. He ran a hand over his exhausted face, and slightly resented the fact his friend had always been so discerning in the affairs of the heart.

“I can’t put that kind of pressure on her,” Sanemi admitted quietly after a long moment, arm falling back down to his side, limp.

Mitsuri had been right, of course, he was in love with Y/N. He’d suspected it for a while, but seeing her radiant smile that night only confirmed that the persistent twisting he had felt in his heart over the last few months had been more than mere longing.

But Sanemi also knew he’d long been toeing a line that he can’t cross.

“If things between us went south, what then?” Sanemi continued, “We��ve been friends since we were kids. She’ll feel like she’s the one who has to leave, and I-“ Sanemi hesitated, shaking his head. A lump formed in his throat, threatening to suffocate the emotions that have been fighting to break free from his heart.

“It would be fuckin’ selfish of me to take that from her after she’s tried so hard to build herself a support network. I can’t do that to her, ‘Suri.”

The pink-haired woman sighed and joined him as he leaned against the wall, the two staring off into the empty space before them.

“She is a part of our group, that’s true,” Mitsuri agreed, though contemplative. “But you, Sanemi, have been the biggest source of comfort for her.”

Sanemi scoffed. “Well, that’s what best friends are s’pposed to do.”

Mitsuri shook her head, a ghost of a smile tugging at her lips. “No, I’m her best friend,” she nudged him playfully with her elbow. “You though… you’re different. And I think she knows that, too.”

She kicked off the wall, and made her way towards her apartment door, pausing just as she reaches for the knob.

“After all, you’re the one she smiled for.”

Mitsuri and all her pink disappeared into her apartment, the door clicking softly shut behind her.

Sanemi remained against the wall for a while longer, his head and his heart a tangled web of hope and doubt.

The walk back to his place is solitary, and so Sanemi tried to sort through the snarled brambles of his mind. As he shuffled through the winter landscape, Sanemi thought that he’d never fully appreciated the snow before. He hadn’t noticed how beautiful snow-capped conifers looked, branches heavy with the sparkling ice; hadn’t realized how beautifully quiet the world could be when blanketed beneath a thick coat of white.

He thought about how Y/N looked standing amidst the chaos of the snowball fight, cheeks flushed with the cold and her own adrenaline, a smile as wide and bright plastered on her face. He basked in the warm echoes of her laughter as she lobbed yet another snowball at the back of Mitsuri’s head, squealing in delight when her friend returned her attack tenfold.

And Sanemi thinks that the snow wasn’t so bad after all.

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

Stick around for part 2 if you want to find out if Sanemi will finally confess (and how he’ll likely screw it up 😉)

#demon slayer #sanemi shinazugawa #kimetsu no yaiba #kny sanemi #sanemi x reader #kny x reader #kny fanfic #sanemi drabble #kny #kocho shinobu #shinobu kocho #mitsuri kanroji #kimetsu mitsuri #kny mitsuri #kny shinobu #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro rengoku

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silverynight · 11 months ago

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MERRY CHRISTMAS 🎁🎄! Quick fic of Tanjirou spending Christmas with his Pillars, pups, sister and friends?

The Pillars make hot chocolate for everyone; they sit next to their fireplace and arrange the gifts for their pups and their beloved husband Tanjirou.

Everyone's wearing Christmas sweaters, even Sanemi and Obanai because sweet Tanjirou ask them to.

They keep hugging and kissing Tanjirou until the pups get a little bit jealous and demand their Mommy Tanjirou to pay attention to them as well.

They have a great Christmas together.

#demon slayer #omegaverse #anonymous #asks #ask silverynight

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awkwardchick87 · 18 days ago

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Tag nine people you'd like to know better

Thank you for the tag @mysteria157 <3 <3

favourite colour(s): Purple and green!!

favourite flavour(s) : Salty food. Especially popcorn and chips/crisps.

favourite genre(s) : Fantasy and Comedy!

favourite music : Almost everything! I am not crazy picky. i do really love 2000's pop/punk though!

favourite movie(s) : Nightmare Before Christmas is my all time favourite!

favorite series : I'll do my top 5 anime in NO particular order. Tokyo Revengers, Demon Slayer, Attack on Titan, Haikyuu and Trigun

last song : To Sweet - Hozier (it was on a playlist)

last movie : Deadpool and Wolverine in theaters.

currently reading : Nothing! I have not been to the library in ages!

currently watching : Dan Da Dan weekly, but my TBW list is CRAZY long! I think next will be Bungo Stray Dogs!

currently working on : Christmas gift fic for the network and my Tengen/Reader/Sanemi fic!

No pressure tags!! - @entirelysein-e @suosteacup @peachsukii @jellyfishsart @quirrrky @thesimphouse @sencrose @uchihasanctuary @stunie

Ask & Answered!

tagged by @toastdarling 🌸 thank you!

◈ TAG NINE PEOPLE YOU’D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER!

favourite colour(s): every shade of blue

favourite flavour(s): cinnamon, cherry, teriyaki

favourite genre(s): fantasy, magical realism, mystery

favourite music: honestly I'll listen to pretty much anything, from hard rock to classical music, but I have a special preference for 80s hits and Japanese indie

favourite movie(s): Pride and Prejudice (2005), Howl's Moving Castle, Shrek 2

favourite series: Good Omens, One Piece, Haikyuu!!, Gravity Falls

last song: Your body is a weapon by The Wombats

last movie: Glass Onion

currently reading: The house in the cerulean sea by TJ Klune

currently watching: One Piece, Buddy Daddies

currently working on: in a creative sense, working on a zosan royal au fic, several fanart pieces and a few fantasy au concepts I'm excited about; in a personal sense, working on my insecurities, hoping to improve my lifestyle by trying sports for the first time (kendo, specifically!) and studying for a competitive exam

@goldenandhappy @ftld42 @bryttdaffodil @doremiinas @ats0mi @mafuwara @miyakiyoomii @heart-cores @omiishii

#awks plays games

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dudeandduchess · 5 years ago

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The first list of all the sins I’ve written? Enjoy, bbys!

SECOND MASTERLIST || THIRD MASTERLIST || REQUEST GUIDELINES

Tomioka Giyuu:

HURT GIYUU WEEK: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

Mini/Thirsty Headcanons [Various Characters]: x, x, x, x, x,

NSFW HCs

Giyuu Being an Unexpected Baby Daddy (SFW Scenario)

The Kamaboko Squad Inviting Giyuu’s Wife on a Picnic (P1) (SFW Scenario)

The Kamaboko Squad Visiting Giyuu’s Pregnant Wife (P2) (SFW Scenario)

Giyuu Soft Sex with his S/O (NSFW Scenario)

Receiving Oral (NSFW HCs)

Reaction to a Nude and Inviting Non-Girlfriend S/O (Slight NSFW)

Giyuu with a Female Nymphomaniac S/O (NSFW HCs)

Giyuu with a Lustful Pillar S/O (NSFW HCs)

Sabito and Giyuu Dating the Same Female Slayer (NSFW HCs)

Watching First Fireworks with Crush (SFW HCs)

Peach(es) and Cream [Giyuu x F!Reader Multi-chapter Fic]

Giyuu Cheating on Reader Angst (SFW Scenario)(Part 1)

Giyuu’s Ex Moving On with Sanemi (SFW Scenario)(Part 2 of the Cheating Giyuu Request)

Before It Sinks In [Giyuu x F!Reader] (SFW Scenario)

Giyuu x F!Reader: Teasing (NSFW Scenario)

Giyuu with a Pillar F!Reader who Goes Missing (SFW Scenario)

Giyuu x Tanjirō’s Older Sister (Very Slight NSFW)

Giyuu x F!Reader: Accidental Pregnancy (SFW Scenario)

Giyuu x F!Reader: Beautiful Girl (SFW Scenario)

Giyuu x F!Reader: Awkward Proposal (SFW Scenario)

Practicing His Proposal Spiel with Kyōjurō (SFW Scenario)

Giyuu x F!Reader: Just a Nightmare (SFW Scenario)

Giyuu x F!Reader: Confession + Date (SFW Scenario)

Giyuu x Slayer F!S/O: Almost Proposal (SFW Scenario)

Giyuu x Childhood Sweetheart Reader: Hardest Goodbye (SFW Scenario)

Giyuu x Dead S/O: “Your Hands Are So Cold.” (SFW Scenario)

Giyuu x Kagaya’s Little Sister: ‘Til Death Do Us Part (Part 1)(SFW Scenario)

Giyuu x Kagaya’s Little Sister: "You’ll Always Have a Piece of Our Love With You, Even After I’m Gone” (Part 2)(SFW Scenario)

Giyuu with a Time Traveling S/O (SFW Scenario)

With a Drunk AF S/O (Slight NSFW Scenario)

Giyuu x Kagaya’s Little Sister: “Y/N, there’s nobody there,” (SFW Scenario)

Giyuu x F!Reader: Jealousy Bites (SFW Scenario)

Giyuu x F!S/O: “Stop being cute! I’m mad at you.” (SFW Scenario)

Why the Moon Became the Sun: Giyuu x F!S/O (Mythology AU)

Giyuu x F!S/O: Harbinger of Doom (SFW Scenario)

Giyuu x F!S/O: Finals Week (Slight NSFW HCs)

Giyuu x F!S/O: “Um, is that my underwear you’re holding in your hand?” (Slight NSFW Scenario)

Giyuu and Kyōjurō with Sleep-Deprived S/Os (SFW HCs)

Giyuu x F!S/O: First Date (SFW HCs)

Giyuu x F!S/O: “I love you”/“I’ll never stop loving you” (Slight NSFW Scenario)

Sabito x F!S/O x Giyuu: Teaching Moment (NSFW Scenario)

Mini/Thirsty Headcanons: x, x, x, x

Sabito:

NSFW HCs

Sabito x Reader Romantic HCs (SFW)

Sabito and Giyuu Dating the Same Female Slayer (NSFW HCs)

Basking in the Afterglow: Sabito x Reader (Slight NSFW Scenario)

Sabito x F!S/O: “Do you have any idea what this feels like?” (SFW Scenario)

Sabito x F!S/O: “You’re such a doof” (Slight NSFW Scenario)

Sabito Taking Care of a Sick F!S/O (SFW/NSFW HCs)

Rengoku Kyōjurō:

Kyōjurō with a Reader who Saves Him from Death (SFW Scenario)

Outcast!Reader x Kyōjurō (SFW Scenario)

Daddy Kink HCs (NSFW)

Kyōjurō in the Hot Springs with his S/O (NSFW Scenario)

Kyōjurō x Modern!Reader AU (SFW HCs)

Ballroom AU (SFW HCs)

Meeting His S/O During a Mission and Eloping (SFW Scenario)

Kyōjurō x Reader with Low Self-Esteem (SFW Scenario)

Reaction to a Nude and Inviting Non-Girlfriend S/O (Slight NSFW)

Kyōjurō with a Lustful Pillar S/O (NSFW HCs)

Pining After a Dense S/O (SFW Scenario)

Watching First Fireworks with Crush (SFW HCs)

Pining After a Senpai (SFW HCs)

Sweetest Sin [Kyōjurō x F!Reader Multi-chapter Fic]

Kyōjurō x PIllar F!Reader who is a Member of the Wisteria Clan (SFW Scenario)

Basking in the Afterglow: Kyōjurō x Reader (Slight NSFW Scenario)

Kyōjurō x Pillar F!Reader who Goes Missing (SFW Scenario)

Kyōjurō with a Time Traveling Reader (SFW Scenario)(Part 1)

Kyōjurō with a Time Traveling Reader (Slight NSFW Scenario) (Part 2)

NSFW HCs

Kyōjurō x F!Reader: “I Said Move” (SFW Scenario)

Kyōjurō x Reader: Unrequited Love (SFW Scenario)

Kyōjurō x Pregnant!Reader: Good News, Bad News (SFW Scenario)

Kyōjurō x Demon!S/O: Accidents Happen (SFW Scenario)

Kyōjurō x F!S/O: In Another Life, Let’s Be Lovers Again (SFW Scenario)

Kyōjurō with Kids: Meet the Rengoku Five (SFW Scenario)

With a Drunk AF S/O (Slight NSFW Scenario)

Kyōjurõ with A Breeding Kink (NSFW HCs)

Trying to Bake a Cake for His S/O (SFW HCs)

With a S/O Who Loves the Rain (SFW Scenario)

Jealous Kyōjurō x Pillar F!Reader (SFW Scenario)

With a Sick S/O (SFW HCs)

Kyōjurō and Sanemi Sharing a Lover (NSFW HCs)

Kyōjurō x F!S/O x Sanemi: Hashira Sandwich (NSFW Scenario)

Meeting His S/O’s Family (SFW HCs)

Kyōjurō vs. Tengen: Whose Kids Are Better? (SFW Scenario)

Kyōjurō With His Kids: Meet the Rengoku 5 (SFW Scenario)

Kyōjurō x F!S/O: Happily Ever After (SFW Scenario)

Shinjurō x F!Reader x Kyōjurō: Daddy Kink (NSFW Scenario)

We Can’t Be (Rengoku Kyōjurō x F!Reader) (SFW Scenario)

Kyōjurō x F!S/O: “When were you going to tell me?” (SFW Scenario) (Part 1)

Kyōjurō x F!S/O: Jealous (SFW Scenario) (Part 2)

Meet the Parents (NSFW HCs)

Kyōjurō x F!S/O: “I’m not going anywhere without you.” (SFW Scenario)

Reacting to a Lap Dance (NSFW HCs)

Kyōjurō x F!Reader: Snow Day (SFW Scenario)

Kyōjurō x F!S/O: Caught Red Handed (Slight NSFW Scenario)

Kyōjurō x F!S/O: Lullabies and Prayers (Part 1)(SFW Scenario)

Kyōjurō x F!S/O: Lullabies and You (Part 2)(SFW Scenario)

Kyōjurō x Barista F!Reader (SFW Scenario) (Modern AU)

Kyōjurō x Stripper! F!S/O: I’m N Luv (Slight NSFW Scenario)

Kyōjurō x F!S/O x Shinjurō (NSFW Scenario)

Kyōjurō x Pillar F!S/O: The Morning After (SFW Scenario)

Kyōjurō x F!S/O: Last Goodbye (SFW Scenario)

Kyōjurō x F!S/O: Christmas Decorating (SFW Scenario)

To the Ends of the Earth: Kyōjurō x F!S/O (Mythology AU)

Kyōjurō x F!S/O: The Cleansing (SFW Scenario)

Random Kyōjurō HC: Kagaya Knew He Was Going to Die

Kyōjurō x F!S/O: Piggy Bank (SFW Scenario)

Kyōjurō x Yuki (OC) (SFW HCs)

Kyōjurō x F!S/O: “Please don’t leave me” (SFW Scenario)

Kyōjurō x F!S/O: “Is everything alright?” “It is now that you’re here with me.” (SFW Scenario)

Kyōjurō x F!S/O: “Can you help me take care of this boner?” “Take care of it yourself!” “Well, it’s your fault it’s there in the first place!”(NSFW Scenario)

Kyōjurō x F!S/O: “Today’s the Day I Beat You In A Thumb War.” (SFW Scenario)

Kyōjurō x F!Reader: “I want to be happy, but I don’t think I deserve it” (SFW Scenario)

Giyuu and Kyōjurō with Sleep-Deprived S/Os (SFW HCs)

Kyōjurō x F!S/O: “I can’t keep pretending like I’m okay with being just your friend when I want you in my bed.” (SFW Scenario)

Mini/Thirsty Headcanons: x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x

Rengoku Shinjurō:

Shinjurō x F!Reader x Kyōjurō: Daddy Kink (NSFW Scenario)

Younger!Shinjurō x F!S/O: Wifely Duties (NSFW Scenario)

Shinjurō x F!Reader: A Love To Last A Lifetime (SFW Scenario)

Kyōjurō x F!S/O x Shinjurō (NSFW Scenario)

Shinjurō x F!S/O: Bath Scene (NSFW Scenario)

Shinjurō x F!S/O: “Do you think you could love me?” (SFW Scenario)

DTR: Define the Relationship [Shinjurō x F!Reader, Modern AU, Multi-chapter Fic]

Shinjurō x F!Reader: “I’m no good for you, baby. I’m not a good man.” (SFW Scenario)

Shinjurō x F!S/O: Sinful Surprise (NSFW Scenario)

Shinjurō: Teletubbies AU [Part 1, Part 2]

Shinjurō x F!Reader: Surprise! (Modern AU, NSFW Scenario)

Shinjurō x F!S/O: Best Part of Me (SFW Scenario)

Shinjurō x F!S/O (NSFW HCs)

Mini/Thirsty Headcanons: x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x,

Iguro Obanai:

NSFW HCs

Reader Having a Crush on Iguro and Declaring Kanroji as a Rival (SFW Scenario)

Receiving Oral (NSFW HCs)

Reaction to a Nude and Inviting Non-Girlfriend S/O (Slight NSFW)

Shinazugawa Sanemi:

Sanemi x Reader: Modern AU - Dates (SFW HCs)

Daddy Kink HCs (NSFW)

Sanemi x Wife!S/O Domestic Fluff (SFW Scenario)

Pre-Hashira Sanemi Being Taken Care of by His S/O (SFW Scenario)

Sanemi with an S/O Who’s Insecure About Her Scars (SFW Scenario)

Receiving Oral (NSFW HCs)

Reaction to a Nude and Inviting Non-Girlfriend S/O (Slight NSFW)

Sanemi with a Lustful S/O (NSFW HCs)

Sanemi with a Penchant for Public Sex (NSFW HCs)

Love Her [Sanemi x F!Reader Multi-chapter Fic]

NSFW HCs

Reaction so S/O’s Ahegao Face (NSFW HCs)

Sanemi Pinning His Shy S/O (Slight NSFW Scenario)

Sanemi x F!Reader: Unexpected Surprise (SFW Scenario)

Sanemi with a Sleep Deprived S/O (SFW Scenario)

Sanemi with Giyuu’s F!S/O: Unrequited Love (SFW Scenario)

Sanemi x F!S/O: Time Traveling AU (SFW Scenario)

Falling for a Working Class S/O (SFW HCs)

Sanemi x F!S/O: Making Ohagi (SFW Scenario)

With a Sick S/O (SFW HCs)

Kyōjurō and Sanemi Sharing a Lover (NSFW HCs)

Kyōjurō x F!S/O x Sanemi: Hashira Sandwich (NSFW Scenario)

Sanemi x F!S/O: Cheek Kisses (SFW Scenario)

Sanemi As A Father: Meet the Ohagis (SFW HCs)

Meeting His S/O’s Family (SFW HCs)

Sanemi x F!Reader: Unexpected Surprise (SFW Scenario)

Sanemi x F!Reader: Post-Workout Teasing (NSFW Scenario)

Meet the Parents (NSFW HCs)

Sanemi x F!S/O: “I’ll teach you how to use that mouth.” (NSFW Scenario)

Sanemi x F!S/O: “Sometimes the happiest people are often the ones who need the most cheering up.” (SFW Scenario)

Sanemi x F!Reader: “Because I still fucking love you.” “If you walk out that door, we’re done.”(SFW Scenario)

Sanemi x F!S/O: Green Eyed Monster (NSFW Scenario)

Mini/Thirsty Headcanons: x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x,

Uzui Tengen:

Daddy Kink HCs (NSFW)

Pining After His Fuck Buddy (SFW Scenario)

Reaction to a Nude and Inviting Non-Girlfriend S/O (Slight NSFW)

NSFW HCs

Meeting His S/O’s Family (SFW HCs)

Meet the Parents (NSFW HCs)

Uzui x F!S/O: Domestic Bliss (Slight NSFW HCs)

Uzui x F!S/O: Overstimulation (NSFW Scenario)

Uzui x F!S/O: “Now’s not a good time” (SFW Scenario)

Uzui x F!S/O: “Give me attention” (SFW Scenario)

Tsugikuni Yoriichi:

Yoriichi x F!S/O: “I only want to please you” (NSFW Scenario)

Yoriichi x F!S/O: “I missed something didn’t I?” (SFW Scenario)

Tokitō Muichirō:

Muichiro with a Pillar!Reader Who Loves the Rain (SFW Scenario)

Reaction to a Nude and Inviting Non-Girlfriend S/O (Slight NSFW)

Kochō Shinobu:

Reaction to a Nude and Inviting Non-Girlfriend S/O (Slight NSFW)

Kanroji Mitsuri:

Reaction to a Nude and Inviting Non-Girlfriend S/O (Slight NSFW)

Haganezuka Hotaru:

First Day Married to His Wife (SFW HCs)

Urokodaki Sakonji:

Urokodaki Sakonji x F!Reader (NSFW Scenario)

Kibutsuji Muzan

First Random Thought of 2020: The Blue Spider Lily Must Have Been On Mt. Yoko

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moonlightassassin · 4 years ago

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[ID: a colored digital drawing of Sanemi Shinazugawa from Demon Slayer, and an OC, Yumi Mochizuki, a young woman in her early 20s. Both are shown from the ribs up with their backs to the viewer and are sharing a tender kiss. Sanemi is on the left, wearing his usual outfit, but there is nothing written on the back of his clothes. He has his right hand placed gently on Yumi’s back. Yumi, on the right, has pale skin and black hair in a low braided bun, and is wearing a black halterneck. There is mistletoe hanging above their heads, and it is snowing. Some snow is being blown by a swirling wind from the left to the right. The background is dark blue, with a bright full moon behind the characters’ heads. Above Yumi’s right shoulder is the artist’s signature, “@moonlightassassin”. End ID]

Self-indulgent Christmas drawing~ (inspired by my Discord username this month, “Aki(ss under the mistletoe)” 😂)

Tbh this is probably less holiday-themed and more just a regular drawing of a scene from the fic I’m planning to write, just with snow and mistletoe added in? But I figured I’d kill two birds with one stone, rather than do a separate drawing where uhh they’d wear Christmassy clothing or something lol yes I realize Yumi’s probably freezing her butt off in her usual outfit though

Non-seasonal version 🤍🖤:

[ID: a colored digital drawing, nearly identical to the previous image; however, there is no snow or mistletoe, and the wind is solid-colored and translucent. End ID]

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kny-secret-santa2019 · 5 years ago

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hi, @the-writing-pillar! it’s ya boi @breathof-fics here as your secret santa, and i hope you enjoy this kyoujurou x reader fic. my sincerest apologies if it seems a little rushed because i have been so bust this end of year, hope you understand x i wish you happy holidays and new year, keep up the good work!

Winter has arrived faster than you have expected and snow descends from the sky creating an ethereal ambience, carpeting the ground in a blanket of white. A hand reaches out through an open window of the balcony and a snowflake falls on the tip of your finger, melting at the immediate touch of warm skin; you are enraptured at the unique patterns of snowflakes as they glide across the cold winter air, joining the pile of snow blanketing the ground. You have woken up one morning and everything around you is covered in white, it is an understatement to describe your excitement like one of euphoric.

“You are awfully early this morning,” a voice calls, coaxing you out of your reverie as strong arms bring you into a warm embrace and you instinctively lean into the warmth of your golden-maned lover. Warm lips are pressed against one spot on your neck, peppering lazy open-mouthed kisses before Kyoujurou’s chin rests on the junction where your neck meets your shoulder. “It’s winter, huh?”

Your only response is a hum, a hand resting atop his own. “Winter has always been my favourite season,” you admit, the side of your head leaning against his and tilts lightly to press a gentle kiss on the corner of his lips. “It might be cold, but it’s beautiful.” Kyoujurou’s hum thrums against your skin, burying his nose yet again into your neck. “Is everyone still asleep?” The response you received is no more than a soft grunt, his grip around your waist tightening. “I should probably make some breakfast. Go and wash up, won’t you?”

“You are warm though.” Your laughter tumbles off your tongue, twisting your body to face your boyfriend, arms loosely wrapped around his shoulders. “I love you.”

Your heart flutters at his declaration and you brought him down into a fleeting kiss. You resurface, bop his nose and smile, “I love you too. Now go and wash up.”

Reluctantly, he peels himself away from you and not without a last kiss on your lips, he finally trots off in the direction of the washroom. A soft sigh escapes your lips as you made your way towards the kitchen, catching sight of the wall calendar you decided to hang up at the start of this year — … you need to go gift shopping, you realised, standing in front of the calendar with a thoughtful look across your expression.

“Good morning, Ane-ue,” calls a soft voice, still laced with the fatigue of sleep, and effectively bringing you back into reality. Senjurou stands in the doorway of the kitchen, rubbing the sleep off owlish eyes and you smile gingerly at the younger brother of your lover.

You approach him and tenderly ruffle his locks, “Good morning, Senjurou,” you greet in return, reaching over to snatch the apron from its hook by the door, wrapping the ribbons around your neck and waist. “What should we make for breakfast today?”

Senjurou hums, in thought — “Since father is away on a business trip, maybe we can do something simple?” he suggests, opening the door of the fridge to peer at its contents, clicking his tongue in contemplation. “Maybe pancakes?”

“Sounds great,” you chirp, already preparing for the ingredients to be mixed.

By the time Kyoujurou has walked down the stairs and into the dining room, two batches of pancakes have been placed neatly on plates with a bottle of maple syrup, butter and jam, ready to be served. “This looks great!” The voice of your lover brings a smile on your face, watching with a fond look as he ruffles his younger brother’s hair like you had done before. “Good morning, Senjurou!”

The younger Rengoku merely giggles in response, smoothing down his hair of its wild look from his brother’s assault. “Good morning, Ani-ue,” came Senjurou’s response to his brother’s daily greeting, already setting up the utensils on the table.

You finished cleaning up and putting the ingredients away before joining the brothers at the table, clapping your hands in a praying motion and calling out a soft, “itadakimasu” before digging into the pancakes. Kyoujurou eats messily and yelling out “Umai! Umai!” at any given second as always, Senjurou quietly and neatly — and you realised that you don’t want this to ever change; just by looking at the significant difference between both brothers’ personalities brought warmth in your heart. “Eat slowly, Kyoujurou,” you warn, leaning over to wipe the mess around his lips but he merely grins, and your heart melts more than it already has. If that is even possible.

“What do you want to do today?” Kyoujurou questions, ambiguous to whoever it was offered to, and both you and Senjurou falls into ruminative silence.

“Well, we have to go gift shopping for Christmas dinner that is coming up in the upcoming week,” you say, biting into the soft texture of the freshly made pancakes, still warm from the heat of the pan. “Maybe we can divide that time from today until we manage to get all gifts. And we need to pick a Christmas tree, Senjurou do you want to come?”

Senjurou nods his head, excitedly and a bright beam crosses his expression; had you not been used to the exact same expression in your everyday life because of your lover, you would have been blinded by the sheer brightness and pureness of that single elated emotion. “Sure!” he starts, then stops. “Can my friends come too? We were planning to go see a movie…”

Kyoujurou pats his brother’s shoulder, “Of course you can!” Their exchange is one of the purest things that you have seen throughout your life, and you don’t know if you can keep up without squealing anymore.

“Has Senjurou left with Tanjirou already?” you question as you climbed down the stairs towards where the living room is, where Kyoujurou is setting up the boxes of Christmas lights and other ornaments for the festive.

Kyoujurou turns to spare you his attention after the last box has been placed down on the nearest surface by the tree, bringing you close into his embrace. “Yeah! Tanjirou wishes you his greetings, by the way.” Warm lips come in contact with your forehead, leaving a tingling sensation that lingers on your skin.

“He’s a good kid. I made a good decision by giving him a large gift this year,” you state, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders to use him as a support and leaning on your tiptoes to give him a light kiss on the lips. “And Nezuko too, and his other friends. They are Senjurou’s most trusted friends, no?”

“You’re right.” Kyoujurou drags you into another kiss, one that is both passionate and loving, pouring all his love and emotions into one single intimate act — but the doorbell rings and tore through whatever spell you were both under. “It might be Kanroji, you know how early she can arrive — you go and set up first.”

You nod in acknowledgement and agreement, reluctantly releasing him from your hold before rummaging through the many boxes to start with the tinsel. There is a loud squeal, yelling and greetings of festivity amongst others, and your smile widens at the familiar call of your name. “ [ nameeee ] !” The last vowel of your name is dragged out delightedly at the mere sight your figure by the bare Christmas tree, a blur of green and pink in the corner of your vision before you are enveloped in a tight hug. “I missed you!”

“We just saw each other yesterday.” Your reminder seems to fall into deaf ears, Mitsuri whining about how it has been so long since she had last seen you, dramatically voicing her discontentment. “Iguro san,” you greet the masked male, detaching yourself from your best friend’s embrace to reach over and rub the top of the head of the white snake wrapped around his neck — Kaburamaru seems to enjoy the attention given, even if it’s brief.

“Can we help you decorate the tree?” The excited bubble in Mitsuri’s tone is too difficult to say no to, which you don’t intend to in the first place anyway.

But before you can even answer and agree to the suggestion, Kyoujurou beats you to that, “Knock yourself out!”

More of your friends arrive just in time as the tree and every inch of the house has been decorated in Christmas ornaments, and it looks like Santa has passed by and threw up at the Rengoku residence, leaving behind a bright and festive decorated place. Everyone gathers by the fireplace, chatting amongst themselves and making themselves comfortable close to the fire, warm and cozy — to be honest, you are quite surprised to see even Sanemi and Giyuu near each other without going at each other’s throat, even if it’s a little one-sided usually. It feels like home, hell, it is home. You could not help but smile brightly at everyone gathered around in the living room.

“Hey,” a voice calls, right beside your ear and you jumped — before smacking your lover’s broad shoulder. He snickers, an arm outstretched over both of your heads. Your questioning gaze lifts up to find a bright green vegetation hanging from between his fingers, and for a second you are dumbfounded.

“What are you doing with that mistletoe— ”

Then Sanemi gags and you understand.

“Oh.” A sigh is released — clearly, you are exasperated by his actions but then again, it’s why you agreed on going to many dates with him in the first place; his dorkiness is something that attracts you in the first place and you find yourself falling in love with him more as the days go by. “You are an idiot.”

“I’m your idiot though, my love,” Your cheeks redden at the given nickname, choosing to look away in embarrassment, but you are well aware that Kyoujurou will not let this go unless you commit into it. “Am I not going to get my kiss?”

You distinctly heard Sanemi gruffly saying something along the lines of “getting a room” but you weren’t paying any attention to your surroundings or who you are currently exposed to — all you can think about is how golden oculars hold mischief in a fleeting glint, but expectant at the same time. “You are insufferable,” is all you conclude with before leaning up and pressing your lips against his own in a soft, fleeting kiss before pulling away afterwards. You revel in the pout adorning his adorable features. “You’ll get more later,” And you lean up to whisper right in his ears, “with your present.”

That does it, the way he smiles so brightly in excitement and anticipation — it was enough for everyone to understand the implication. Sanemi gags loudly again but Giyuu pinches his thigh in subtle warning, and you laugh joyfully as a quarrel breaks out. The atmosphere is chaotic, but you would not have it any other way; especially when you have such a caring lover to accompany you.

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny x reader #kny scenarios #kny imagines #rengoku kyojurou x reader #rengoku kyoujurou #submission

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