#to be a Hashira is to suffer and that was how they needed to suffer

[akiranzee]

Hi! Is there any chance you’d write a Muzan x wife!reader? The demon slayer corp found out about her and kidnap her to lure Muzan out. You can choose how the rest goes, whatever you want! Thank you so much if you do write it 😊

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╰┈➤ PAIRINGS: muzan x y/n ╰┈➤ W/C: 2.3k+ ╰┈➤ CONTAINS: gore, blood, swearing, violence, death, killing, kidnapping, & muzan is 1,000 while reader is 25. ╰┈➤ A/N: this is prolly the gori-est i can last😭😭😭.

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it was not long ago that you and muzan got married, following your human customs.

specifically, it was merely two weeks. and yet, word had already gotten out, despite the marriage held in the infinity castle.

soon, it reached the prying ears of the hashiras. and then, they came up with a “brilliant” plan.

“but.. isn’t this kind of evil..? i mean — we’re doing things just as demons do!” mitsuri exclaimed, in a desperate tone, begging everyone around her to get their minds on the right track.

“there’s no choice, kanroji.. i have to agree with shinazugawa-sama over here.” shinobu agreed with what the white-haired man stated just a mere while ago.

“but it’s too-!!”

“shut up, kanroji.” sanemi immediately cut her off. “i don’t fucking care if you all act like saints, if himejima or oyakata-sama disagrees.. i’m going to make sure that fucking demon suffers the same as us. hell, his wife won’t even be able to make up for all our losses.” through clenched teeth and fist, sanemi growled.

“we’ll just go through the first plan. leave his wife alone, and just use her to kill him. that’s better.” tengen, not in his usual cheery state, had a voice of solemn, a seriousness not everyone was used to seeing.

“you all... rengoku-sama won’t like this! his wife is innocent! why can’t we just—” misturi continued, and sanemi ended.

“fuck it! why are you even here!? you think we’d live longer if we won’t act!? you wanna lose everyone ‘round here like how you lost rengoku!?” sanemi lost it. he was by far gone insane, and everyone had witnessed it. but it was an insanity that was necessary in this world.

“hey.” obanai inserted himself. “me and kanroji will stay out of this.” he said, leaving the room with mitsuri willingly following.

“are you sure we would be able to execute the plan, shinazugawa-san? just the three of us?” shinobu asked, worry and concern was not apparent in her voice, even if that was a question of one.

“we’ll tough it out. those two are acting like pussies.” sanemi bitterly spat. everyone looked at each other in silence, all of them understood the weight and risk of what they were about to do.

silence. that was the best cure.

minutes passed, and two people entered the room once again. it was mitsuri and obanai.

“i’m sorry... obanai-san helped me understand... but can we all agree with one thing?” everyone looked at mitsuri with curiosity.

“that... we don’t.. hurt his wife, no matter what?” mitsuri hesitantly said, fearing that everyone would look at her in mockery.

everyone didn’t, only sanemi did. “hah! his wife may be human, but even considering marrying a demon just makes her all the more a traitor!” sanemi violently lashed back, just wondering what goes on in your mind, that made you marry a cruel being, even more the demon king.

“b-but what if she doesn’t know...!” mitsuri’s tone was soft, despite the desperation and need to lure her comrades out of the evil mindset.

“doesn’t know!? are you kidding me!? they literally married in the infinity castle!” sanemi’s veins started popping out of his forehead, causing obanai to move a step closer in between them.

“oh.. right..” mitsuri bit her bottom lip in humiliation, wanting the earth to simply swallow her whole.

“but.. what if she was just brainwashed?” mitsuri spoke again, this time, with sureness in her voice.

“...that could be a possibility.” shinobu agreed with her, then glanced at sanemi who seemed to think the same as her.

“...whatever it is, we’ll get to ask her.” it was a conclusion, for sanemi, and everyone.

“but.. even if she tries to fight back, can we still not hurt her...?” it would not take a fool to hear the desperation in mitsuri’s voice, all she perhaps ever wanted was her friends to get back on their right minds. to her, this was not so far as what demons do.

“look, can you just plant it in that pretty little head of yours that no matter what — kindness will do you no fucking good? you’d be a fool to believe she’s a saint to start with. she married a murderer. a monster. what else is there to pity on her? go on, show kindness and i’ll watch you get taken advantage of.” sanemi sauntered menacingly towards mitsuri, “don‘t come crying if your head gets cut off or whatever.” he says at last, before leaving the room.

obanai glanced at mitsuri and gently patted her back, he wanted to be angry at sanemi, but he knew where he came from. after all, to trust in this world means you are willing to be fooled.

~~~~~

“that’s... her?” tengen asked, bewildered would be the right word, mixed along with shocked.

“she looks... normal.” and by normal, obanai means average. they looked you up and down once more, everything about you just seemed so plain that even tengen wasn’t that interested.

“normal or not, she’s something that not your average girls can compare to.” sanemi said, in a sinister tone.

“so? do we carry it out now?” obanai suggested impatiently.

“no, not... yet.” sanemi stood up and sauntered towards the busy street, eyeing you from afar.

“let’s see if that demon comes.” sanemi crossed his arms in patience, his fellow hashiras tagging along in hiding while you walked.

and, for who knows how many minutes had passed, sanemi concluded that it was time to conduct it.

“uh... hello, may i ask where the famous dango store is? i heard it’s really good!” mitsuri walked towards you, asking in a friendly smile.

“oh... it is right around the corner, near the public bathroom.” you pointed towards wherever you knew it was, but mitsuri insisted,

“oh, um.. can you please come with me? i’m really afraid to go alone... i’ve heard lots of creepy stories there.” feigning with fear, the other hashiras would commend her for an act well done.

and sure enough, that act was enough to convince you. “oh, from woman to woman, i also don’t feel safe around there. come.” you started to walk towards the location, looking back once in a while to see if mitsuri was still following you.

as you arrived, it became a secluded spot. the once lively red light district, grew unusually quiet in a certain corner you are in.

“oh, hmm.. the dango seller isn’t here... where could he be?” you mused, looking behind his stall to check, but sure enough, no one was around.

“ahh.. it’s really a shame, also the fact that they have to sell dango in this secluded area..” mitsuri feigned disappointment, all the while you looked at her with genuineness.

“shall we return?” you asked. perhaps this woman amused you.

“yes, please!” but as soon as she did, the light went out of you.

~~~~~

“well, that wasn’t so hard!” tengen whistled successfully, his hands behind his head.

“i would have thought it would need us to exert force.” shinobu said with nonchalance, her empty gaze never fazing.

“see? this is where kindness gets you.” sanemi sauntered towards your unconscious self, his sentence referring to mitsuri, who was now drowning in guilt.

soon enough, when you showed no signs of waking up, all the other hashiras left, leaving sanemi and shinobu, the ones who are so desperate for revenge.

~~~~~

a cough has been knocked out of you, followed then by a series of them.

“finally awake.” sanemi stood up, and sauntered towards you, stopping only when you were inches away.

he knelt down to your poor height, “say.. how can we enter the infinity castle?” the sudden question caught you off guard.

“look.. i don’t know how you demon slayers found out, but i will warn you. once he finds all of us, it will be the end.” you warned, but to them, it sounded like a threat.

sanemi merely chuckled, with a crazed laughter. “oh? and by the time he finds us, you’ve already faded to oblivion!” you winced at the loud voice, booming in your eardrum.

“shinazugawa-san.. perhaps it would be best if you took a fresh air. i have always suspected once your veins appear, you are about to lose control.” shinobu said calmly again, perhaps something about that voice makes him irk, but still, he obeyed.

after sanemi had left the room that’s seemingly a tent, it was now shinobu’s turn to kneel down to your crouching height.

“such pure innocence.. yet you choose to be tainted by impurity. why?” she held your chin gently, as if to gaze on your face, and stare in your eyes.

“he is a demon, yes. but he is not a monster.” you gritted your teeth.

“but do you know all of his deeds?” shinobu tilted her head to the right.

“yes,” you bit your lip, “but he also has kindness within. however would i have loved him if he was full of evil?”

shinobu was confused, but as usual, it wouldn’t be visible in her face. “then where is it? the so-called kindness?”

“he wouldn’t be called a demon if he showed them.”

“then how can you say so?”

“because i have no bruises, no wounds, no nothing.”

“...not yet.”

“there is no yet. for he has already laid his finger on me, but it would not be filled with violence, but instead of warmth and gentleness.”

“that is kindness?”

“no, that is affection. his kindness lies from deep within. he has the power to wipe down the earth, but he did not, and will not, because he only wishes for one thing. and if he has his hands on that one thing, then he will be at peace, and every deed will end.”

shinobu paused for a moment, but continued, “for every affection and kindness he had shown you, every single person dies. do you not feel pity?”

but, you merely chuckled. “you ask that of a killer’s wife.”

shinobu squinted her eyes and sighed, “such pride you put in that shameful title. i am losing patience.”

“let me go, and he will not harm anyone here.”

shinobu’s gaze darkened, “there is no one here. it is merely you and I, and that man from before. why would you have thought we would have brought a ticking danger in our homes?”

“that is a good point. but will you let me go?”

“no. we will wait for your dear husband to come. after all, you are the bait.” shinobu then, left, whooshing the curtain of the tent with a cold breeze.

and as all three of you waited, along with the other hashiras that had arrived, night finally fell, and still, no signs of muzan.

but, as soon as midnight did fall, horror started to arise. in a swift motion, tengen, who had been guarding a few meters away, was knocked out.

next, then, came for mitsuri who did not miss to scream and alert everyone, then, next was obanai, who, in turn took a hit for mitsuri, and the wind was knocked out of him.

perhaps it was not only madness and fear, but the shrill horror and terror that muzan brought was overwhelming.

he sauntered towards the very tent you were in, not missing the chance to bash sanemi’s head on a nearby tree, and grip shinobu’s neck in the air.

but, instead of fear, you felt safe as soon as you saw him enter the tent, with shinobu in tow.

but, of course, you did not feel too happy that he would be willing to commit a massacre for you.

“...muzan, let her go and untie me, please?” you pleaded in a soft voice, one that would always lull muzan.

but, he gritted his teeth and gripped shinobu’s neck much tighter. “and why should i? when they have caused you pain!?” he was angry now.

he threw shinobu to the side, and was about to untie you, until sanemi and mitsuri were quick to their feet and slashed muzan.

but, unfortunately, it was merely his back and he had easily healed in less than a second. his crimson eyes glowed in the dark. it was as if a ravenous beast was starving, and is willing to tear and eat every single thing it sees.

his long nails lunged towards mitsuri, but sanemi sliced his wrist, in which — quickly regenerated and still reached for mitsuri’s throat, but also which she luckily dodged.

then, another series of slash and slices, in which he finally used 30% of his strength, slicing sanemi’s body diagonally, that blood rushed out from him, leaving him in the ground, in pain.

mitsuri watched in horror, her fellow hashira dying all because of hunger, and this too — was the cause of her death, her inability to act and think led to her own demise, and was slashed savagely by the throat, in which he so grotesquely ravaged.

but, just when muzan thought it had been over, sanemi lunged in action again. with... a few modifications of his body.

something — something. ignited in muzan, as if seeing someone so determined, despite the low chances — it just fuels his cruel desire to break that determined soul.

seeing sanemi — the scarred white-haired man that he slashed almost in half, now with steel bars in between his body, perhaps to keep it from splitting, his skin covering the gruesome bloodshed of his own, each end of the four steel bars plunged into his skin to keep it from opening. you almost felt like puking, had you looked longer.

seeing mitsuri, a death of a hashira did not waver sanemi though, even if deep inside, he truly cared. he lunged again at muzan, only for muzan to move twice faster than him, and slashed half his face only — in which that because sanemi managed to dodge in a mere second.

had he dodged in two seconds, it would be the end. you yelled, “muzan!! don’t hurt them, please? they didn’t hurt me!!” this was the first time muzan ever killed someone in front of you, also in a brutal way you’d never think was possible.

“they were about to!!” sanemi took your small banter with muzan as an advantage, and kept lunging, along with shinobu that finally stood with a broken right leg, and continuously attacked.

but, even so that muzan was outnumbered, he still managed to lunge both of them towards the darkness of the forest, and disappeared in the night.

he finally sauntered towards you, concern glimmered in your eyes as sweat dripped from your forehead to your chin, as you panted in the cold air.

he expected fear was instilled in your eyes, but no — it was merely the same eyes that had ever looked at him since the day you first met.

your eyes never showed anger, hatred, and especially, fear.

he caressed your cheek with his now calloused hand, in which you so lovingly nuzzled against, as he untied you.

“...let us return home, my dear.” he said with pure gentleness, one that no one had ever heard of. he softly placed a kiss on your forehead as he helped you stand, and walked towards the darkness of the forest.

perhaps, kindness is what saved desperate people in madness.

★ • ° ` — BONUS:

“but — muzan-” for the thirty-third time, you were cut off again.

“no buts. i am going if you are going. i am not letting you leave alone ever again, not after what happened a few weeks ago.” muzan simply crossed his arms stubbornly.

“but... i am fine, i swear. not only have i healed, but i have also put my guard up now!! really, really high.” you tried to convince him, but again, to no avail.

“you are too kind to put your guard up high. i just know the same thing would happen again, if they used different tactics. and that is why i am going with you.” you simply sighed as he started walking, leaving you standing there until you finally followed along.

your hands reached and intertwined with his, as he tightly gripped your hand, with of course, such care before continuing, “from now on, i will not lose sight of you. and no, that is not a request.”

firmly, you finally sighed in defeat and nodded.

perhaps, unkind and kind people could be together.

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stay soft, get eaten | tanjiro kamado x hashira!reader

tanjiro was accused of treason, and there was more than enought proof for you to cut his head and damn his existence. that was your duty as a hashira. but as a friend, you couldn't. you could never.

cw: angst. hurt/barely any comfort. childhood friends to strangers to lovers. kny level of violence. death and gore. more than one character actively trying to kill nezuko.

an: messing around with the idea of an oc. can anyone rec an artist that accepts commissions? another chapter of me finding a way to put a undertale reference on my fics.

A ghost stood before you, forcing you to face your past.

Once more you were that innocent girl unaware of how your life would change. Focused on the basket between your hands, making sure to protect the bread inside it from the snow, you had no real worries.

You didn't saw the blood. You didn't smell the putrid stench. It was right in front of you, and still you noticed nothing. How you despise that clueless girl. She knew the world was a kind place. She didn't believed that, she knew that: nothing bad has ever happened for her to think otherwise.

How dumb you were. To only notice the blood after stepping on it.

You never truly understood what it meant to be a person until that very moment. To be alive is to have a body, and to have a body is to suffer. A layer of skin, a layer of fat, a layer of muscles, a layer of bones. Nothing can change that.

And blood. So much blood. You threw up on the snow, and continued until your throat burned. With the scarlet red carved on your eyes, you saw the graves. That made you remember exactly where you were.

Kie Kamado. Takeo Kamado. Hanako Kamado. Shigeru Kamado. Rokuta Kamado. Nezuko Kamado. Tanjiro Kamado.

All dead.

You were shaking when he came. Was it because of the snow falling on your skin for hours on end, the empty on your stomach, or the violent cries taking over your body? When you left with Giyu Tomioka, you knew why: you were enraged.

From then on, you trained. You almost died, then did it all again. Until you reached perfection. Every movement, every breath, every muscle of your body. You made yourself excelent. You protected those that couldn't, killed oni after oni, slayed a kizuki without hesitation.

That innocent girl you despise died because of what you saw that night. That girl you envy, that had silly dreams and could afford not to learn it was already time to grow for a few more years died that night. So why you're looking at Tanjiro's sleeping face?

Unaware of the string muzzling your heart as if it was a beast in need of taming, the Pillars argued around you. You couldn't quite catch their words, all meaning lost in the air around you.

You pinched yourself, as if you didn't already knew it wasn't a nightmare. Life taugh you a funny trick: when you don't know what's happening, all you had to do is to imagine the worst possible scenario and accept it as reality.

And so you knew: you were late that night. More than you could ever imagine. Late so you couldn't see they alive, couldn't help Tanjiro, couldn't save Nezuko. And Giyu lied to you. If not, he at least omit the truth from you.

"Tomioka", you interrupted Tengen, just now realizing the voice you heard belong to him. You have never been so upset, and still your concentration on your breathing technique never shattered. "You knew from the start, didn't you?"

"I believe Shinobu said-", Mitsuri thought you had misunderstood Shinobu's report, but decided to remain silent when she noticed your clenched fists. She observed you, more carefully now, and saw the truth.

After all, when someone does their best not to cry the only decent thing is to pretend they're doing a good job.

Giyu didn't return your gaze. You were almost grateful for it. You don't know if you could endure his coldness now. "You found me mourning his family, and knowing he was alive you chose to say nothing."

How loud the silence that came after it was. Not a single breath was heard by your attentive ears. In the absence of an response, you found one: your trick never fails you.

Kyojuro turned to you, his smile brighter than the sun. "All slayers involved in this case shall face punishment", Kyojuro's energy had no effect on you. "We'll find a way to punish the Water Hashira."

Instead of moving forward, you looked back. "Tomioka", your calm voice made him look at you. This time, you were ready for what you would face. Even know, he was so aloof. What a nice act.

Giyu Tomioka gave you no comfort when he found you that night, only the truth. Giyu Tomioka told you a tale of demons and slayers, of blood and ashes. Giyu Tomioka gave you a reason to get up, clean the vomit on your face, and pray one last time for the family that always treated with care.

"What I do now?", the wind shoved your tired words towards ears. "How can I stop then?"

Giyu thought about your questions for a while. Just when he decided it was best to turn his back on you, something on your eyes stopped him. They burned. "There is a cultivator a few cities away."

You smiled.

Mitsuri gasped. She can still smile at him even now, her dreamy eyes gazed upon you. Sweet like sakuramochi. And as pretty too.

You thought about hiding yourself behing Gyomei when Tanjiro started to wake up. You didn't, you couldn't move. As he tried with sleepy words to protect his sister, you stood as quiet as you could. But his eyes found you, and for a second the world around you faded away.

⋆✦⋆

Tanjiro was dreaming again.

As the Pillars argued about his future execution, Tanjiro couldn't quite believe it all was really happening. Broken bones, exhausted mind, sore muscles. He must be hallucinating from the pain. That's the only possible explanation.

Because you're right in front of him, and that only happens when he dreams.

And still, even so sure it was just a fantasy from his tired mind, Tanjiro could do nothing but to stare at your sweet eyes and pretend it was reality.

How he wish to go back in time and be that boy who worried if you would look at him at during his daily walks throught the village. He could almost feel the softness of your hair against his once scarless palm, hear the poems you declamed with such a passion, see the careful way you treated your siblings.

Tanjiro isn't that boy anymore, and your perfume reminds him of apple and cinnamon. You smell like exhaustion and regret. Like hopes and dreams. Kindness and duty.

"Were you happy?" He interrupted one of the Pillars, not that he ever heard about them before, and in response to his disrespect Tanjiro was shoved on the ground. He contorced his body to look at you, ignoring everything else. "Was life good to you?"

Your smile burned your cheeks, so big it showed a bit of your gums. Usually you tried to keep it cover, but not this time. This time you could afford to smile without a care. "No, it wasn't", you answered with a voice covered in honey. "But I made it good."

Tanjiro smiled. The pain, the loneliness, the fear: it all disappeared. Smelling joy, Tanjiro was glad it wasn't a dream. But of course that meant the execution discussed was real too.

"That won't be a problem, right?" Shinobu questioned. "As a Pillar, we expect you to do what must be done."

Looking into his eyes, a stare so strong you felt hazy, you didn't hesitate. "The only mercy a demon deserves is a of a quick death." You turned to Shinobu, so she could see you meant it. "It's our duty to do so."

"And the boy?" Shinobu smiled, but it was so emotionless. It felt like a performance, but to what audience? Who Shinobu was trying to fool? You can't imagine.

You could feel his gaze burning your temples. "I won't pretend to be our Master and decide his fate", you wondered if your eyes were emotionless too. Were you trying to fool someone? "I know my place."

As Rengoku reenforced Tanjiro was to be killed by his act of treason, you looked at him again. Hoping to see disgust on his eyes, you saw something you couldn't really comprehend. Something warm and soft.

You saw your Tanjiro again. That sweet boy who would protect you from the snow, even if he would get sick because of it. You wondered if he saw that girl you once were. If he could remember your tales and desires.

You hope that girl is still alive somewhere safe. It would be enough for her to be alive on his mind.

She would've protected Tanjiro now. Don't matter the size of the threat, she would fail but would never give up. Now you're bigger than most threats out there in the world, but nothing could change the fact Tanjiro protected a demon.

You stood quiet, dreaming about a world were demons were still just tales. You smelled like defeat.

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And still, despite your desire to never speak again, you couldn't ignore it.

"Nezuko glowed, Master", you gather all your strenght to disagree. It pierced your very soul to do so, but how could you agree with that? "She was the jewelof our village. A dear friend, my Flower, so kind and generous."

You felt the weight of his gaze on you, knowing that Tanjiro would never look at you again. You love him, you really do, but if he really wanted to protect Nezuko he would let her go. You would be kind. You would do it swiftly, and endure the weight of her death for him.

"She doesn't deserve to be remembered as one of them", you said. "If her body won't be respected, then let her soul be. Allow me to free her, please."

Mitsuri would do anything Master asked for, but that made her desire he would want something else. That's a sort of strenght I didn't knew you had, Mitsuri thought to herself. Am I strong like that?

Looking into Tanjiro's eyes, you didn't noticed as Sanemi moved. You only understood when he screamed, and Iguro decided to put him down on the ground. Again and again, Sanemi pierced the box, offending Nezuko.

"Master, forgive me for this", you raised your voice. You would never do that in front of your Master, but he was the one to start this. In a instant, you were besides him with your sword on your hands. "But if Sanemi will be cruel, I will be fast."

But before you could cut off her head, Nezuko looked away.

"Flower?" You asked, sword falling down on the ground. "Are you in there?"

Nezuko hugged you, and once again a Kamado shattered your world.

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—little things • I. Obanai

pairing: husband!Iguro x wife!reader summary: some days can be tough but Obanai is grateful to have his wife right by his side warning: negative self-image, self-hatred, manga spoilers. be warned

“What does she see in me?”

Iguro touched his reflection in the mirror, his eyes glossed over with tears. It's almost been three years since the serpent Hashira married his sweetheart, Y/n. Although their marriage was a strategy devised by their families to strengthen the clans, Obanai is grateful that he does not have to suffer an unhappy marriage like most arranged couples do.

It must be for of his good deed in his previous life that he got a wife like Y/n. She is kind, supportive, understanding and loving. She showed him love and affection, something he could only dream of when he was a child. She understood that when he would distance himself when his past weighed him down, she would give him space but if it got out of hand, she would slowly push her way through and embrace Obanai. An embrace so warm that made all his worries go away, be that a physical one or an embrace through words. She knew how to calm him down.

Iguro knew Y/n loved him, she could never betray him, not even in his dreams. But there are days. Days that his mind tells him that he is not deserving of the love he receives from his darling wife. Days where he hates his heterochrome eyes, days when he wishes those vile women had slashed through his cheeks completely so that he would have been dead. Dying is better than being ashamed of his face. If he were to die, he would not need to bandage his face at present.

But, somewhere deep down in his heart, he knows that it would not have been better had he died. Had he died in his childhood, he would have never met Y/n, would have never known how warm her hand feels against his cheek, how affection feels. He would have died without knowing any of that; something he did not want.

His eyes were closed shut, jaw clenched. Fingers closed in a tight fist. What exactly hurt him, he did not know. But it hurt, oh it hurts so much. It is days like this that he wishes for Y/n’s presence. Sure, he can call her right now. Maybe she is in the bath, getting ready for bed and would be by his side in a minute, but he did not have the heart to busy her with such a trivial matter. It's better not to worry her about his mood swings, she tolerates enough of him already.

“I hate my face, I hate the way my eyes look, hate how weak I am,” he said through gritted teeth. He continued on his list of the things that he hates about himself, immersed in his thoughts so deep that he did not hear Y/n entering the room.

Smiling softly, Y/n stood beside him in front of the mirror.

“I love the cute expressions you make when surprised.”

Her sudden voice made Iguro step back in surprise. He quickly composed himself, turning his face to the side to wipe his tears from her view. There’s no way a man should let his wife see him crying.

Y/n gently put her hands on his cheek, making the man look at her eyes. “I love the way your cheeks get flushed red when I compliment you,” she coaxed, her fingers slowly making their way to the back of his head.

“Love the way you look away when you hand me a present.” Her fingers found the beginning of the white cloth; the bandage. Iguro stared at her. He felt the bandage around his mouth loose a bit but he did not want to push her hand away, not when she felt so warm, so comforting.

His wife pecked him on the cheek, his heart skipping a beat when he felt her lips on his cheek. No matter how many times she kissed him, it still felt like a fever dream. She caressed his face lovingly, her touch almost making him forget that the bandage came off his face; his face was bare, bare for her to see.

“And,” She stroked the scars as lightly as a feather. “I adore your scars.”

He could not force the tears from blocking his vision.

“How can you say you hate these when I absolutely love them?’’

“…”

“My love, when will you see yourself the way I do?”

She gently shook his head making him open his eyes to face her. “Your eyes, my love. They hold kindness in them. How can anybody not love this magnificent piece of art?” Her own orbs glossed over with tears.

“I cannot thank you enough for being alive, today,” a choked sob rippled through her chest. “So please, please love yourself.”

Iguro’s arms wrapped around her neck as he pushed his face into the crook of her neck, his tears wetting the skin.

“And if you can’t,” she whispered.

“Let me love you enough for the both of us.”

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[raysrays]

Hashira boyfriends in Squid Games with You

A/n: I’m sorry this is so random and I’m sure someone’s already done this idea but I just finished season two and I’ve had horrible writers block. Please ignore any grammar or typos.

Hashira men find you stuck in the games with them.

Gyomei Himegima:

* Gyomei agreed to participate in the games. Despite being blind, he successfully got through Red Light, Green Light using his heightened senses and incredible mental stability.

* The games penalties greatly upset Gyomei, he could bare to let you or anyone else get hurt just for something like money.

* He holds your hand most if not all the time. He can’t see, so it reassures him to have you close.

* Voting to leave (X): Gyomei would never want to stay in the games, especially after hearing the screams of those eliminated in the first round.

* He is deeply concerned for your safety. As his lover, you’re his top priority, and he would protect you with unwavering dedication. He is also worried about the others, as he doesn’t want anyone else to get hurt either.

* During nights or just calm moments after the games, he enjoys braiding and playing with your hair, it just gives him something to do and takes his mind off everything.

* Gyomei’s kind and nurturing nature makes him open to alliances. He would be okay with you both befriending other players and he would act as their protector, his sheer size and presence offering a sense of security.

* During the second round of the mini games, Gyomei would effortlessly complete Flying Stone, he’d succeed on the first try thanks to his precision and strength.

* He prays for you both and often meditates with you to keep a level head.

* During the game mingle he would stick to you like glue using his size as an advantage to make sure you both stay together the whole time no matter what number of people was chosen.

* No one dares to mess with you or even approach you recklessly, knowing your boyfriend is a towering, intimidating figure. While gentle at heart, his imposing demeanor keeps trouble at bay.

* Gyomei would undoubtedly join an alliance focused on taking down the creators of the games, determined to put an end to the suffering and injustice. As much as he hates bloodshed, he thinks of you and how unsafe it is for you both to be stuck in there.

“Try not to worry so much my dear, we will be out soon.”

Sanemi Shinzazugawa:

* Once the first game of red light, green light started, he would immediately lock in and make sure you stayed behind him at all times.

* Sanemi would be furious and defiant upon realizing the deadly stakes of the games. He’d see it as a messed up joke at first but quickly adapt, relying on his survival instincts. He’d remain sharp eyed and alert, constantly scanning for threats and potential alliances, though his trust in others would be non-existent.

* Voting to stay (O): Though he was shocked at first, he knows the both of need the money, and he’s so confident in his own abilities he believes he could easily win all while keeping you safe.

* Sanemi’s aggressive and no-nonsense attitude would make him a formidable player. He’d Approach each game with calculated brutality, ensuring the both of you survive.

* Even though the other players refer to him as a “hot head” or “cocky bastard” you know the real sanemi. You can tell deep down he’s scared too.

* During the second round of mini games he had chosen to take on the role of Ddakji, it took him a couple tries because he was so tense but eventually he got it without wasting too much time.

* He would gladly Intimidate competitors who posed a threat, his aura alone warding off most challengers. He isn’t afraid to engage in physical confrontation if necessary, especially if anyone tried to harm you.

* He gives you almost all his food insisting you need to eat more.

* When it comes to you Sanemi’s protective instincts would kick into overdrive. He would protect you from any form of physical harm, even at the risk of his own life.

* If anyone even looks at you in a way he doesn’t like he’s got hands on you immediately not just in a possessive manor, but in a protective one.

* He would make sure to share strategies, ensure you conserved your strength, and keep your spirits up in quieter moments.

* during the game “mingle” Sanemi would keep you close and if for some reason you got separated he would be a wreck until he got his eyes on you again.

* In situations requiring teamwork, Sanemi would rely only on himself and you. He’d distrust alliances, expecting betrayal, but might reluctantly cooperate if the games forced it.

* Sanemi’s temper and blunt demeanor might cause friction, but you would likely be his rock, grounding him in moments of despair or frustration. The chaos of the games might bring out his more vulnerable side, revealing how deeply he cares for his you and how far he’d go to protect you.

“Shut up and stop trying to act tough. I’m not losing you in here, got it?”

Giyu Tomioka:

* During the first game of Red light, green light Giyu would handle this game with calm precision. He’d keep a close eye on you, subtly guiding you with hand signals or quiet encouragement to make sure you both survive.

* Giyu’s initial reaction to the stakes of the games would likely be stoic and measured. He wouldn’t waste time panicking, instead focusing on understanding the rules. His natural wariness would make him suspicious of the organizers and other players, but he’d keep his thoughts to himself, silently observing everyone’s behavior.

* Voting to leave (X): Giyu’s decision during the vote would be to go home, he needed money but not at the risk of losing his life and especially with you here as well. In his mind nothing matters more than you.

* Giyu’s calm and logical demeanor would be his greatest asset. He’d Focus on surviving the games with as little conflict as possible, using his intelligence and foresight to navigate challenges.

* while keeping up this stoic facade he’d take comfort in your small quiet moments. Wether it’s just laying in each others arms for the night or a slight touch as you pass one another on the way to the game hall.

* He’d Avoid drawing attention to himself or to you, preferring that you both try blending into the background and observing the competition.

* He often takes your hand rubbing it in his, you think it’s to calm you down but truthfully it’s to calm himself.

* When the second round of mini games starts Giyu would choose to play gongi he recalls his sister playing it with him when he was younger and he did extremely well.

* Giyu’s devotion to you would shine through in quiet but impactful ways: He’d protect you from emotional and physical stress, ensuring you were prepared for each game and providing reassurance when the tensions grew.

* In physical challenges, he’d act as your personal shield, taking risks to ensure your survival. He’d subtly guide you through the games requiring strategy, using his analytical mind to predict outcomes and plan their moves together.

* in the game “mingle” Giyu and you both trust each other enough to let one another get split up, confident in the other’s ability to group up and stay alive.

* Giyu would also keep a close eye on potential threats, ready to intervene if anyone targeted you or him. While he wouldn’t seek out confrontation, his quiet intensity would be enough to deter most aggressors.

* Though Giyu rarely expresses his emotions openly, the stress of the games and the danger to you would weigh heavily on him. His love for you would serve as both a source of strength and vulnerability, pushing him to make sacrifices he might not otherwise consider. He’d likely blame himself for any close calls or mistakes, but your presence would help him stay grounded.

“Stay vigilant, and be careful who you trust. We have each other, we really don’t need anyone else.”

Iguro Obanai:

* During the first game Obanai’s precise movements and calm demeanor would make this game relatively straightforward for him. He would carefully time his movements, advancing only when the doll’s voice and head movements were predictable. He’d ensure you moved at the same speed as him, keeping you calm and signaling when it was safe to advance. If you struggled, he’d guide you verbally or physically.

* Obanai would likely remain composed but tense, his mistrustful nature making him hyper vigilant. He’d quickly assess the situation, recognizing the seriousness of the games. His immediate focus would be on ensuring your safety while trying to find weaknesses in other players and the game’s structure.

* Against your wishes he’s already sorting out the weak from the strong.

* Voting to stay (O): Like Sanemi, Obanai recalls he’s here for a reason, and that reason is to win money and get out of debt, and he’s confident he can get you both to the end alive.

* Obanai’s sharp intellect, agility, and stealth would make him an great player. He’d approach each game with precision, treating it as a battlefield where strategy and timing were key.

* He insists you sleep in the same bed, he can’t sleep unless you are there with him.

* In the mini games he’d choose to do Gongi, The gongi game’s reliance on timing would be a strong suit for Obanai. He’d use his quick reflexes to scoop and catch the pieces efficiently, keeping control.

* during your chosen mini game he’d keep encouraging you softly, giving subtle touches on your back and shoulder just to let you know he’s there with you.

* He’d keep a low profile, avoiding unnecessary attention and conflicts while carefully observing other players for potential threats.

* He has a sharp tongue, it’s just his nature. Whenever he hears other players say something he finds stupid he can’t help but make a sarcastic remark almost landing him in many fights until you swoop in and break it up.

* His snake companion, Kaburamaru, could provide subtle advantages, like scouting or detecting traps, depending on the game.

* during the game “mingle” He’d struggle to pair with others but would rely on you to help navigate social dynamics. He’d observe players carefully, seeking out those who seemed trustworthy or capable, though he’d approach alliances cautiously.

* Obanai’s devotion to you would drive all his decisions. He’d stay physically close to you during games, positioning himself between you and danger and offer quiet advice or encouragement, helping you remain calm and focused.

* His mistrust of others would mean he’d avoid alliances unless absolutely necessary. Even then, he’d be wary, ensuring that no one could exploit or harm you.

* The games would take a toll on Obanai emotionally. His deep love for you, combined with the high stakes, would amplify his anxiety. He’d likely internalize his fears, appearing stoic outwardly while silently carrying the weight of your survival.

“Stay close to me and don’t go wondering off, we don’t know these people. We can’t trust them.”

Tengen Uzui:

* During the first game, Tengen’s exceptional reflexes would make this game almost effortless for him. He’d move confidently even using the opportunity to scout potential threats among the players. He’d keep you close, making sure you are always behind him and offering encouragement or assistance if you started to feel afraid or discouraged.

* Lays with you in bed and runs his fingers through your hair to calm you down.

* Tengen would unfortunately view the chaos of the games as a flashy spectacle, He’d immediately assess the situation with his usual composure, quickly figuring out strategies to navigate the games.

* While outwardly flamboyant and seemingly unbothered, Tengen would be hyper-focused on analyzing the games and players, ensuring you both stayed ahead.

* He’d hide any fear or anxiety to keep you calm, using his charisma and humor to ease the tension.

* Voting to stay (O): Tengen is a flashy man, and he definitely has the over confidence to think he’s taking all that money home with you both no issue. He insures you he will protect you and that You both are making it out alive.

* When choosing a mini game Tengen goes for spinning top, he thinks it’s simple, and he truthfully just thought the top looked the “most flashy” in his opinion.

* Tengen’s combination of physical strength, strategic thinking, and charm would make him one of the strongest players. His ability to adapt to any situation and use his theatrical personality to manipulate others would set him apart.

* During mingle Tengen’s got a constant hold on you, he would tear people out of a room if it meant keeping you both safe.

* Tengen would ensure your survival above all else, using his strength, speed, and charm to shield you both from danger. His confidence and playful demeanor would help you stay calm and focused, even in the direst situations.

“Don’t cry Angel, I’m a god remember? I’ll keep you safe.”

Kyojuro Rengoku:

* During the first game, Kyojuro’s sharp reflexes and discipline would make this game pretty easy. He’d move confidently, never doubting his ability to stop in time.

* His hand is not leaving your wrist. You will be next to him for this game and all the others.

* Kyojuro is a lover before he’s anything, his whole reason for being here was to make up for all his debt so he could care for you.

* He would genuinely be shocked and angered by the brutality of the games, he’s kind hearted and this all feels so unfair. He’d keep his head up and try to encourage others and protect you at all costs.

* Voting to leave (X): Kyojuro is getting you both out of there. Watching other people die playing games for money is messed up, but you being in there is too much for him.

* Out of the mini games he’s pick Ddakji. Kyojuro’s physical strength and precision would give him an edge. He’d approach the game with enthusiasm, treating it like a test of his skill.

* During Mingle you can forget about splitting up. As stated before he’s always got a hand on you.

* He’d form alliances with trustworthy players, ensuring the both of you were part of a strong group. He’d use his persuasive nature to protect you from being left out or targeted.

* Kyojuro’s combination of physical strength, strategic thinking, and unshakable optimism would make him one of the strongest participants in the games. He’s genuinely kind and would definitely earn allies, while his determination and strength would keep you both safe.

“Stay calm little flame, we are going to be okay. Stay behind me, I’m going to keep you safe.”

[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE TANJIRO KAMADO HEADCANONS

Don't get fooled by his innocent look because beneath that innocent pure cinnamon roll exterior lies a hidden side, a part of him that's obsessive, possessive and lovestruck to the core along with being completely DELUSIONAL to the point where he doesn't even feel like there's something wrong with his feelings. You need to hand it to him though, he's quite the dedicated one indeed and from the very moment your eyes met, he's already devoted his heart, mind and soul to you, his precious beloved. He views you as a precious innocent angel that needs to be kept safe from the toxicity and darkness of the world and he's more than happy to be your protector and provider

He's actually good at masking his real intentions and yandere tendencies for you. In fact, he hides it so well that people won't even realize from the first look that he's so obsessed and possessive of you but his sister Nezuko knows all about his obsessive feelings of love for you, yet she won't really do anything about it other than encouraging her dear brother to pursue the love of his life. Both siblings are delusional to the core and congratulations, you have his equally possessive and obsessive sister who wants to keep you safe for her brother's sake after you

He takes the role of your caretaker VERY seriously, he does not want your health deteriorating or you suffering from any complications. He's taken the time and liberty of stalking the living HELL out of you and when he found out about your irregular sleep schedule, needless to say he was less than pleased. He realizes you really aren't capable of taking care of yourself which fuels his desire to take care of you even more. He's like a fussy mother hen always concerned and worried for you whenever you get hurt even in the slightest. The other day you accidentally received a paper cut and he was tempted to ensure you stay away from paper completely as he kept fussing about your little cut for hours and hours. He doesn't like seeing you in pain, when you're in pain, he's in pain. He feels like his heart is getting wrenched and someone dug a sharp blade into his heart, as an overwhelming amount of tender love and affections flows for you in his tender heart whenever you get hurt as he comforts you

He loves seeing that bright beautiful smile of yours and wants to ensure your happiness. With him. Where you belong. He'll buy small gifts for you such as your favorite flower, your favorite candy and such and give them to you with a sweet smile on his face, you won't even suspect how long he's stalked you for and how he's managed to find out these things without you ever telling them to him. He's very observant too and notices every single new detail about you. He can probably draw a freaking portrait of you with his eyes closed since he's memorized every inch and every part of your beautiful ethereal heavenly features. HIs mind is occupied with thoughts of you as he dreams about the happy and blissful life you both would have with each other after he brings you home with him and marries you

He's also quite the paranoid yandere, his fear of losing you to someone or losing you in a fight against a demon would send his concern and worry for you into overdrive and he feels the need to take you 'home' as in kidnap you, sooner than expected. Whatever do you want to be a Hashira for? There's no need for you to fight against those dangerous demons when he's around to take care of you and protect you. Your safety is of the utmost importance to him and that is something he will NOT compromise on at any cost. He admires your bravery and strength to save people but he doesn't want you facing the risk of you losing your life in the process. At times he might have to even keep you in the dark regarding a few missions but it's all for your own good in his opinion

He's good at masking his true intentions and feelings when he's around you and other people. He might look calm and friendly and collected on the outside when you're speaking to your so called friends but he's SEETHING inside as he has a fake plastered smile on his face. His hand is just ITCHING to slap your friend and throttle them for daring to steal your attention away from him, he feels like they're doing it deliberately just to drive a wedge and distance you from him. Deep down he's slightly worried that your friend might charm you too much and steal you away from him which is something he cannot allow to happen. He might not resort to killing the person off, but the next time there's a demon around the area, Tanjiro might not be able to save your 'friend' in time. Of course you wouldn't know that he's also asked the demon to TARGET your friend but that's a different story altogether. The only person he trusts to be around you is Nezuko

His love for you is like a passionate growing flame and your every touch is like a drug he can't get enough of. He needs you, he wants you. He needs you in a way like a drowning man needing air, he feels like he wouldn't be able to live without you. His family was killed by Muzan and he can't afford to let you fall in danger as well, he can't lose you. You're his world, the light of his life, his SOULMATE. His feelings for you would just keep getting worse and worse and finally it would lead to him ending up kidnapping you at some point in the night when you're asleep in your house. You'll wake up in Tanjiro's house on a bed with Nezuko looking at you with a curious look as she lets out a happy noise that you're awake and she'll alert her brother. "Oh, good morning darling, how did you sleep?" asked Tanjiro as you stared at him and blinked in disbelief, unable to comprehend what the hell was even going on at the moment. When you asked Tanjiro what was going on, he just let out a soft smile and told you the truth of how he took you in the night for himself and how he was going to protect you. Please don't scream or cry, he'll feel sad and he feels a sharp pang of hurt in his chest to see you upset. He doesn't like seeing you sad. He knows it's a big change and you'll need some time to adjust, he's understanding and willing to let you take as much time as you need to adjust to your new life and your new home with him and his sister. But one thing is for sure, he does NOT feel guilty at all, not even a single ounce of remorse because the way he sees it, he's keeping you safe. He's protecting you, that's what he tells himself every time and that opinion of his clouded his sense of rationality. Is it so wrong to protect someone you love?

There's no point in escaping from him, he'll just track you down and bring you back to the house. Scream, cry and insult him as much as you want, he'll just put you down on the couch and check you for injuries. He feels like the reason you ran away from him is because you didn't feel loved enough from him and he didn't shower you with love before but don't worry, he'll smother you with his affection now and cling to you like moss below a rock you'll barely have any time for yourself. Nezuko might like your head pats and likes hugging you but she wants her brother to be happy too which is why she'll side with him no matter what and prevent any means of you escaping from them. She likes it when you braid her hair and Tanjiro has a soft smile when he sees you and his sister interact with each other which is an adorable scene in his eyes

You're not to step into the kitchen for cooking either, the house is most probably baby proofed as well. He just doesn't want you getting hurt, the kitchen is a dangerous place, he doesn't want you cutting yourself accidentally with one of those sharp knives or burning yourself with the stove. He'll cook for you instead, you don't need to lift a finger when you're with him. Just let him take care of you and spoil you

[animeyanderelover]

As a second request, How would Muzan react to S/o who committed suicide, but later he finds out that she was reincarnated as a demon slayer, and she became a Hashira? Thanks!

@kanaosprotector @leveyani

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, violence, controlling behavior, abduction, isolation, manipulation, death, blackmailing, mentions of suicide

Suicidal s/o gets reincarnated as a Hashira

🩸He has been trying to downplay your suicide for centuries yet even after all of this time he has never been able to let go. Perhaps this is the curse of his eternal life as his feelings have never changed for you. Everything has been painted in bitterness, frustration, anger and somewhere deeply burried beneath it all an ache Muzan doesn’t want to acknowledge. You couldn’t live with him, couldn’t bear the possessiveness, the control and the verbal abuse you had to suffer whilst beneath him. Only a few memories of yours were once where he had treated you nicely with hints of affection but at the cost of your own will being broken beforehand. Out of fear to lose yourself and the fear of an eternal life as a demon subjected to his control, you took your own life and thus escaping to a place where Muzan was too afraid to follow you.

🩸His ego has never recovered from your death nor has it ever acknowledged the reason for your suicide as his own fault. All you would have needed to do would have been to obey him yet even such a simple task had been too much for you. You were such an ungrateful little thing. He carries on with his life as he searches for the Blue Spider Lily but your absence for forever has left a weight that he can’t ignore no matter how hard he tries to convince himself that your death hasn’t affected him as the nearly perfect being. Yet it irks him. It irks him that you thought of him so little that you would choose death over him. Death. The one thing he is afraid of. The one place he can’t catch you. You’re gone. Truly gone without even him being able to do anything and perhaps it is his own helplessness that anguishes him at times although his pride would never let that thought enter his head. So he makes you the scapegoat of all the boiling emotions that have been haunting him ever since your death.

🩸Those feelings, as confusing and persistent as they may be, eventually are passed down to the demons he creates with the help of his blood. His feelings of twisted love, of all the seething emotions he carries around because of you, slumber in all the demons he has created after your death. Not one of them is aware that they carry a piece of their master’s memories and feelings within their cells as the only possible trigger to unlock them has long been dead. Until he disposes of one of his Lower Moons after they have been forced to report to him that they had to flee from a mission Muzan had ordered them to do as a Hashira was sent there and nearly killed them if it wouldn’t have been for them sacrificing their minions and threatening the village close by. The Demon King is enraged by those news, red eyes quivering with wrath as he’s just about to dispose of the useless creature. In the face of their knowing death, the demon cries for mercy and comes up with every excuse possible. It’s in the face of their fear that they tell him about the weird memories they had whilst trying to survive from you.

🩸No one should know your name. No one should know what you look like. Yet this pathetic pawn of his knows sacred knowledge, hidden knowledge, that only Muzan should know of. It is the reveal of this piece of information that spares the pathetic Lower Moon temporarily from their death but their fear never dies down as Muzan never lets go of the intensity he radiates. Instead a weird glimmer appears in his eyes as their words force emotions to resurface that have barely let go of him for hundreds of years. Claws dig into their skull, forcing blood to spill out from the wounds as Muzan orders them to tell him everything. Cries reverberate through the Infinity Castle as the demon spills out everything, begging for mercy before their existence comes to a brutal stop as Muzan disposes of them as soon as their last usefulness has vanished.

🩸Feelings he has been barely able to suppress for centuries all break out of him as soon as he has processed those news. A restlessness all of a sudden overcomes him, one that doesn’t allow him to idly relax. He has to know. He needs to know if those words the disposed demon told him in between all their weak cries are the truth. He knows that his pawns would never lie to him yet it is still hard to fully grasp. The phenomenon they described of those fleeting memories they had when seeing you disturb him. Will all of his subordinates react in such a way if they were to face you? Would it prevent them from seriously fighting you if the Hashira is truly you? He knows that he is above the demons he creates yet his own blood that he has used to create each and every one of them seems to react to you. A weird feeling of dread fills him that he tries to reject. Is his own blood that prone to weakness because of you that it even affects those he transforms?

🩸He has always bathed in the glory of his own self-aggrandizement. He has no weaknesses. In a way your presence challenges him in two different ways. One of them involves his own emotions and how much you truly mean to him deep inside his hearts. The other one challenges his perception of death. He has always believed that after death everything is over. It should have been over for you on the day you took foolishly your own life. Yet apparently there is a spitting image of you walking around and fighting demons as a Hashira. Is it really possible? Reincarnations have always been a mystery that have never been scientifically been proven? If you have truly reincarnated, has your soul stayed the same? Do you have any memories of your previous life? So many questions yet so little answers. He needs to have you. He needs to see you for himself, needs to feel your skin and take in the look in your eyes. If you truly are reborn in this world once again, Muzan won’t make the same mistake he has done hundreds of years ago again.

🩸He sends an Upper Moon after you as soon as he has collected as much information on you as possible about your current location. His orders are strict and clear. You may be injured but you are not to be killed and will have to be brought to him. After that his only choice is to wait and the time he has to spend waiting has his whole body itching with impatience he hasn’t experienced before. Eventually, finally, you are brought to the Infinity Castle. Your sword has been broken, your bones have been broken and you are covered in blood yet the fire in your eyes hasn’t extinguished. As soon as Muzan sees your wounded state, he instantly lashes out on the Upper Moon who has brought you here. He may have told them himself that a few injuries are fine but the sight of the damage inflicted on you in person, even if not nearly enough to threaten your life, enrages him. Veins start appearing on his head as he beheads the Upper Moon in his petty outburst before he tells them irritated to leave as they regenerate.

🩸He can see how you are extremely cautious, your eyes observing his every move. This is after all the man who is the source of all evil. The Demon King himself. He can see the slight glimpse of fear in your eyes yet you’re not wavering in front of him, facing your frightened feelings. His own eyes are observing you just as sharply, roaming over your form to confirm his suspicions. You look exactly the same as he remembers, even the scent of your blood is the same. A look of defiance is on your face as he towers right above you, the look in his eyes as intense as ever. You prepare for the worst but the feeling of his hands cradling your face catches you off-guard as he leans his face down a tad bit, a conflicted frown suddenly appearing on his face. Do you remember him? Your bamboozled look when you hear his question speaks for itself.

🩸You find yourself stuck and imprisoned in the Infinity Castle from that day on, unable to find a way out of the maze of corridors and doors. The only person you see from that day on is Muzan who always seems to gauge your every reaction with such an obsessive curiosity that it catches you off guard. Even if your memories might not have returned, even if they shouldn’t return, Muzan won’t make the same mistake twice. He almost feels like destiny has returned someone that should have been with him all along those last few centuries. This time he won’t let you do anything stupid again. This time you will learn to appreciate the value of the affection he feels for you. This time you will learn to worship and appreciate him as your reason for living. He won’t allow you to escape from him ever again. He won’t let you escape to the realm he is most afraid of.

[vrystalius]

Healing touch pt.2

Pairing: Kagaya x doctor!fem!reader

(So, Kagaya’s son Kiriya is supposed to take his place and direct the hashira through the maze of Nakime’s blood demon art, but ket’s just act like they can manage that on their own :P)

Here’s part one. I hope you enjoy this @ynackerman9499 <3

Kagaya was sitting upright and hunched over, blood dripping from his nose, down onto his sheets. It has been two hours since the hashira fell into Muzan’s domain, two hours since Kagaya met Muzam face to face. He was panting, the pain in his chest almost crippling. His mind was racing and he was desperately trying to think rationally and keep his thoughts together. How are the hashira doing in that man’s domain? Are they close to defeating him? The sun should rise in another two hours, will they have enough time?

“Ubuyashiki-sama?” Your warm voice pulled him out of his spiralling thoughts, turning his head to the direction of where the sound of you came from. His panting resided slightly, the pain in his chest not so prominent anymore. You stepped closer, sitting down on the tatami next to him, pulling your sleeve down to your knuckles and wiped the blood from underneath his nose away. Kagaya silently closed his eyes, leaning into your touch. He sighed and turned his head away, turning to the direction of where Muzan stood, two hours ago. “The hashira… they’re all inside Kibutsuji’s domain. Will they be able to kill him? Will the demon king fall within our generation?” He mumbled to himself before falling into a coughing fit again, bloody mist surrounded him from his coughing.

He began panting again, hunching over even more. You carefully wrapped your arms around his shoulders and made him lean against your chest, while your hand rested against his head, quietly trying to comfort him. You knew that Kagaya is being incredibly stressed and afraid for what’s to come, all those fears and stress wearing down his already deathly sick body. He seems to be in desperate need for comfort, and you’re trying to provide it.

Kagaya’s clung onto your kimono for his slipping life, leaning onto you with all his weight. He was coughing, panting and groaning, his whole body shaking. You gently ran your fingers through his hair, rocking him back and forth gently while restomg your head on top of his, starting to hum a small lullaby to him. Kagaya’s breathing started to steady itself slowly as he leaned against your chest. Your warmth, your hand, your humming… his mind calmed, even if only for now, and the iron grip on you loosened. Yet, he seemingly didn’t want to let go yet.

The lullaby was the only sound in the room right now after Kagaya’s panting subsided completely. Your hands started to gently rub his back. “They will be fine. Muzan will die today. When the sun rises again, your children will live in peace and without threat”, you whispered after finishing the song, gently cupping his cheeks and smiling softly at him. You know that he can’t see you anymore and wasn’t able to for a long time. Yet, he smiled back, his smile genuine and soft. He nodded silently.

“Yes, it will be so. My family’s suffering will end with me.” Kagaya placed his pale hands over yours, gripping them tightly. “Thank you.”

You just managed to nod silently, brushing your fingers over the purple discolouration of his skin. He closed his eyes and fully leaned into your touch. “When you touch my skin, my pain fades and my thoughts calm. You keep me together…” He whispered, gently taking your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours, placing them over his lips.

Kagaya looked frail and deathly sick, yet he was smiling against your skin. Leaning in, your forehead touched his, his warm breath caressing your face. He silently took your intertwined hands from his lips, his other hand caressing yours. He cupped your cheek and pulled you closer, his lips slowly meeting yours. Your lips molded against his perfectly, as if this was always meant to be.

The night around you felt quiet, as if the whole world stood still for you two, even if for just a moment. Kagaya’s lips felt surprisingly warm and tasted metallic, like his blood. Your whole face flushed when you felt his fingers run through your hair, pulling you a little closer.

You wished the kiss lasted forever, but Kagaya pulled away first.

“You have been by my side for so long… have you never noticed how much I truly admire you? You make my pains go away, you help me put my thoughts in order, and you make me feel fulfilled.” A calm smile rested on his face. “If the demon king dies today, would you grant me the honour to stay by your side until the end of my time?”

💠

This was so fun to write! I really hoped you enjoyed it. I’ve got a couple good requests for Sanemi in my inbox I want to work on today, so I wanted to finish this one before working on them. Thank you for reading!

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!

Take care of yourselves <3

[demonslayedher]

Yoriichi Type Zero and all that could have been

You know what would have been great? Seeing someone with vision like Kanao go up against Yoriichi Type Zero.

That's all this post was meant so say, but now that I'm thinking in those terms, though, it seems Yoriichi Type Zero had not be used for actual training for a long time before Muichiro came along and demanded to use it, and its existence was a rumor even among the Hashira. Kotetsu's father had only recently passed away and it was already in a state of disrepair before Kotetsu tried to protect it. This means it either had not be used in a long time because upkeep is so difficult, or it had suffered damage in its previous use (after all, Yoriichi Type Zero was developed with a purpose--to make demon hunters stronger and more capable).

So, if we consider the last decade or so (Kotetsu's early childhood), it is possible that another Hashira had used it and damaged it, and it has been hidden ever since. And perhaps that Hashira felt bad about the damage caused and agreed to keep it a secret. Sounds like something Kanae might do.

However, if Kanae had used it, I doubt she'd have caused damage like what Muichiro did in one session, mainly due to being a more considerate person but also because not many people could hold their own against it so quickly. Muichiro is a genius who felt sufficiently challenged but still trained safely with it, at the expense of cutting off the doll's arm, presumably to protect himself since even his sword got damaged. Someone who is not necessarily a swordsmanship genius may have needed to work their way up to being able to use it in the same capacity.

This means that if a Hashira--for the sake of argument because it would challenge her Flower Breath vision, Kanae--had formerly used it with permission, she'd have worked her way up to that (or to the limits of the doll's safe use) with the help of Kotetsu's father.

Anyway, it is fun to toy with the possibility that she could have used it in canon, but I don't find it likely. That puts this more in the "Wouldn't it have been cool if Kanae had trained with Yoriichi Type Zero and this enabled her to defeat Douma!?" AU territory.

Kanae, the not-necessarily super inherently strong Hashira, being the first to defeat an Upper Moon would be so cool. Upper Moon Two, no less!!

Kagaya would be thrilled. Himejima would be stunned. Uzui would be so annoyed. Sanemi would be... well I don't know Tecchikawahara would be so proud, both of her (who he hypes up even more because he's a fan of the girls) and of Kotetsu's father and whole family line. Might have assigned him more people to help with the maintenance. Akaza would be freaked out by an Upper Moon having been defeated by a frail-looking girl, but hey, there's an upside to it. Shinobu would never, ever stop bragging about her sister. Just think how openly smug she might be to the other Hashira when and if she takes up the Insect Hashira position. She'd bug everybody so much.

Sure, this might come at the expense of Kanae's vision, or a limb or two. But if Kanao managed it with the help of Inosuke and Shinobu's poison in large part thanks to the Final Form of Flower Breath and how she was already so good at tracking motion and detail, then maaaaybe giving Kanae the chance to improve this skill could have been enough. After all, she stood her ground against Douma well enough to have managed to escape instead of being eaten. She was probably so close.

Granted, Rengoku was also so close. There were probably a lot of Hashira eaten by Upper Moons who thought they were so close.

Maybe a lot of tides could have been turned by having Yoriichi Type Zero be more functional. It would only be a fraction of the influence Yoriichi himself had on strengthening the Corp, but it would still be significant.

To conclude on how things are always so close, it's a common criticism that Muichiro's solo battle against an Upper Moon looked easy. Might I remind you: --It wasn't solo. Without Haganezuka withstanding attacks to keep Gyokko distracted, Kanamori having forged and delivered a new Nichirin blade, and Kotetsu providing the Breath of Life, Muichiro never would have survived or won that battle (helping others really does come back around to helping yourself!). --Muichiro's true genius was unlocked in that battle. As Yuichiro said, when Muichiro is fighting for others, that is when his unlimited potential comes through. --Muichiro had just caught the Mark from interacting with Tanjiro. It's supposed to make things look dramatically easily for the person who attains it. The Mark is probably the only reason Muichiro didn't fall down dead immediately after that battle. --Like Tanjiro, Muichiro had just Shonen Manga Leveled Up thanks to a training session with Yoriichi Type Zero. This is how training works in shonen manga; it just does. That session was important and fulfilled the purpose of Yoriichi Type Zero. It was not just a chance to show off the difference in skill between Muichiro and Tanjiro, it was for Muichiro's benefit and survival.

And Uzui would probably be so annoyed to hear of it later and how he could have trained with this mystery tool too, if only he had heard of it. What a lousy ninja to have not heard all the rumors.

[kyokutsu-sama]

Good old days

Sanemi x f!reader

Plot: Upon learning that an old friend of his had returned to work as a demon slayer and had been injured on a mission, he could not sit idly by and demanded answers about her return.

A/n: how to have a man like him😮‍💨 I have so many ideias for him and I hope I got time to write them all.

Tw: Nsfw

For him, there were only a few people for whom he had respect and admiration. His tough and rough personality, his unusual strength and his serious gaze made him difficult to get close to. However, he was not completely monster as many thought, he still had a calm nature. The traumas of his past shaped him to be this way, but inside his heart there were still feelings.

The losses in his life also took away his joy and made him avoid creating bonds, often for fear of losing them. But there was a especially bond that still remained in his heart and he still wondered where that person was now. A friendship with benefits from the past that ended up going a little further than it should have been.

He thought about you a lot, thought and thought and thought again, it was taking over him. Even though he had tried to convince himself that he was just superficial and had no deep feelings, he only ended up making everything more difficult. Your job and his was like dancing with death every night. But while you had hope that everything would work out, he couldn't think in the same optimistic way as you.

Deep down, he was sorry, he was sorry that night hadn't gone the way you both wanted. He knew you must have been hurt by him for just wanting to leave things like that. You fell first but he fell harder, but not out of pride but out of fear, he left. Not that he hadn't suffered for two years.

But a few days ago, after he was confronted by the master who was also aware of the situation, he understood that he was wrong in some of the things he said to you and you to him.

"Sanemi, you need to be calmer. Dealing with feelings in a hot head is not good. In the heat of the moment we think and say unpleasant things, but after we calm down, we realize that we weren't doing the right thing after all." The master spoke in his soft voice and the wind hashira listened attentively. "You and Y/n argued that night, right? Some unpleasant things were said at the time, you were younger and more immature, but now that two years have passed, what do you really feel? Do you still think the same way?" The master asked

"Even after two years, I'm still very confused about the situation... I don't know if I should go and talk to her. She must still be mad at me." Sanemi sighed, scratching the back of his neck, and the master smiled

"Be positive, my child. She's changed, she's more mature than before, just like you. You've changed too, your attitude has become more respectful, we've both been able to have more personal conversations regarding our first meeting in that morning."The master remembered and Sanemi lowered his gaze, embarrassed by the words he had spoken against the master. There were still regrets from that day and the master noticed. "You don't need to look like that, I've forgiven you. Now, allow me to tell you something."

"What?" Sanemi looked at him

"Your friend, Y/n, she's back on missions. She was here a few weeks ago and came to talk to me. She not only look more mature but stronger than before."

"What?!" His eyes widened. "What do you mean, oyakata-sama? She's back? What mission did she go on?" Hashira's voice began to grow worried and nervous

"She was here a week ago, and left the mansion the same night. She should return home tonight and come back tomorrow morning to make the report." He explained."I think you should go see her, you two should talk and reconcile. I believe that everything will work out."

"How can you be so sure of your words?"

"Because I believe in you, my child. I believe that you can change this." The master smiled but Sanemi's expression was still one of uncertainty

"Go to her, she will listen to you."Ubuyashiki ordered and Sanemi knelt and bowed before the man

"I will do so, Oyakata-sama. Excuse me."The hashira stood up and left

Sanemi was walking down the hallway of the master's mansion with a thoughtful look. The master was too positive about the situation, while he was having doubts and fears, but just like on the battlefield, he never ran away. And after the master's orders were given, they had to be carried out.

~~~

You returned home after that long mission and let yourself fall against the wall, slowly sliding your back down and finally sitting on the floor. You dropped your head forward, a sigh of tiredness and relief left your lips. Your body was limp, tired from all that long battle against the demons.

You unbuttoned your uniform to look at the wound on your abdomen, it was open and leaking blood, it looked like a cut, maybe caused by a demon claw or something. Maybe it had been made at some point during the fight.

It didn't look deep but it could become infected if left untreated. A knock on the door sounded and you looked in its direction, one hand holding the sword for not knowing who was it behind the door.

Slowly and with some effort because of the wounds, you got up, buttoned your uniform back up and headed for the door.

You opened the door enough so that your eyes could see through the crack who it was. Your heart sank at that moment when you saw him standing there. You really missed him more than you should.

"What was he doing there? How long has it been..." You thought

As much as you wanted to close the door and send him away, a part of you decided to let him in to talk. After all, things hadn't been cleared up between you two.

You put the sword aside and opened the door for him and Sanemi did nothing more than just look you up and down, seeing how much you had changed. You looked even more beautiful since the last time he saw you, more serious and, as the master had said, stronger. He could feel it just by being there by your side.

You also looked from his head to toe, seeing how he seemed stronger and his muscles bigger since the last time you saw him. He had a more serious face too and more scars on his chest than before. It was impossible not to feel some butterflies with the tall and broad figure right there at your door.

"Are you going to let me in or are you going to fuck me all night with your eyes?" He asked abruptly, making you wake up from your thoughts

His voice was deeper than before, but as you had imagined, the attitude was still there.

You just moved aside and gestured for him to come in, and he did so. You closed the door and looked at him as he looked around the house, remembering the good old days with you there.

If only those walls could talk...

"What are you doing here, wind pillar?" You asked, looking away when he turned to you

"Wind pillar?" He repeated the formal title, looking at you and shaking his head. That's not how you used to called him. "How have you been? I heard you came back from a mission."

"Yes, that's true. I've returned to the demon slayer corps." You nodded shyly because of his eyes on you

You knew that this had also been discussed that night. He had told you to leave the corps and that's where everything went wrong. Maybe you didn't realize it before but he was afraid of losing you and wanted to do everything he could to protect you, just like he did with his brother.

He knew that you had potential, strength and skills, but he also knew that you, like him, could die at any moment.

You, on the other hand, didn't want to leave because you didn't want to let him fight alone, and even if you had to die on the battlefield, you would die happy for having fought until the end and for having met him, the man you loved. But neither of you shared your reasons at that night, and that's why for two years, the situation was never resolved.

"Why?"

"'Why' what?"

"Why did you come back?"

"Because I realized where I belong." You answered in a low voice. "After that night, I decided to move away from the slayer corps because I thought I wouldn't be able to continue, knowing that I would cross paths with you almost every day, in training, in meetings or during breaks by chance. I didn't feel well, I needed time and space."You explained, avoiding maintaining eye contact with him. "After months, I came to the conclusion that deep down it was what you wanted, I was doing exactly what you wanted. You wanted me to leave, you wanted me to live a good life, right? So let me tell you that I will not do your will. The world out there is boring and the adrenaline I needed was here. It always was."

"What a shame...I thought you had found someone in that boring world. You said that maybe there was someone out there who would understand you, someone who would care for you and to be your side."Sanemi spoke with a certain bitterness leaving his lips, at the thought that some other man had touched you

He would never be able to handle this burden...even if he was too proud to admit it.

"I believe so, I believe there could even be someone more understanding than you out there to realize how I was feeling that night, but no, I haven't had anyone since then." The relief inside him came, but was temporarily since you decided to tease him a little."But while I was away, I got a job and met some people, among them a very special friend. He was very nice to me and always willing to help me and comfort me if I wasn't well."You looked away when you felt the slight anger in Hashira's eyes.

You still remember how to push his buttons.

"Oh yeah?" Sanemi took small steps towards you and stopped, looking at you to try to meet your averted gaze. "So the next time you go on a mission, ask him to protect you, call his name so he can come and save you like I saved you all those times." His voice sent slight shivers down your body. You didn't want to feel that but you couldn't help.

That feeling was still there.

"He has nothing to do with my missions and besides, this is a secret organization, have you forgotten?"

"But since you love him so much, invite him. I want to see how long this bastard can last here without pissing himself in fear of those motherfuckers."

"Your attitude is still there, isn't it? Your voice is deeper to match that tough personality of yours that is only getting worse with age."You crossed your arms, looking at him

"And you're still the same idiot you've been since two years ago. Your voice is also more annoying to match that silly personality."

"Sanemi, please, I just got back from a mission and I don't want to spend the rest of the night arguing with you, okay? If you came here to make the things worst, you can leave." You pointed to the door, starting to get a little fed up with that conversation

"Oh, now you know my name? Where's the 'wind pillar' now?" He laughed, mocking. "What's with that face? Don't tell me you're already getting mad with my visit?"

"Deep down you even like it, don't you? You like seeing me in a bad mood, you like seeing me with my claws out?"

"It's better than that depressed face I saw when I walked in. I guess spending too much time with that friend of yours wasn't good for you." Sanemi said, revealing a bit of his jealousy

"Oh, so that's it, huh?! Are you jealous now?" You smiled and he narrowed his eyes

"Jealous? No fucking way!" He bite back and you could only laugh at the situation

"So why are you so worried about the other guys? Come on, tell me--" You felt a pain on the side of your abdomen and grunted, bringing your hands there, applying pressure. "Shit!"

"What's wrong?" Sanemi quickly changed his expression, seeing you in pain

"Nothing." You pulled yourself together even with the pain

"Nothing, my ass! What's that blood staining your uniform?"He pointed, seeing the blood even through the dark uniform. "Are you hurt?"He tried to reach his hands for the fabric, but you slapped his hand

"Get away!" You stepped back, pushing him away

"Don't be stubborn, brat. Let me see." He insisted

"Damn it, Sanemi! Let me go." You shouted and he rolled his eyes, pulling away and snorting

"You're so unbearable, so stubborn! You're annoying me being like this."

"You are just describing yourself, Sanemi. Why do you care so much, huh? Why?"You replied, angry at him. "You literally made a fuss to get me out of this life, not caring how I would feel and now you come here to worry about me."

"BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO FUCKING LOSE YOU!" He yelled, making you freeze at his action. "DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHY I WANT YOU OUT OF THE SLAYER CORPS NOW?"

You looked at him, not with an offensive demeanor like before, but more vulnerable after he admitted that.

"I never wanted this, I never wanted you to come into this life because you could die, you could be just another loss in the hands of demons. Damn! I don't want to lose anyone else and... I don't want to lose you too, idiot! I don't want you to die, that's why I always wanted to keep you away, I didn't want to get attached to you because I was afraid of losing you."He paused for a moment and you felt a certain moisture cover your eyes seeing him be so honest."I knew I was playing a dangerous game when I came to this house, when I came to see you after a mission and you smiled at me, when you treated my wounds, when you touched me, when we fu..." He closed his eyes, pressing his lips together and feeling such great anxiety take over him

You looked at him, listening to every single one of those words and finally understanding his reasons. Why he had done all that, why he had gone so far.

A little tear ran down your face, you felt sorry for him, all that sincerity of his didn't even make it seem like it was Sanemi who was there.

He rarely opened up, but at that moment he didn't hide anything from you. All those words caused something in you that you no longer knew if you still had a grudge against him or if you loved him even more.

"Sanemi..." You whispered his name softly

"And yet you came back to this life," He cut off your sentence that was going to follow."you came back to bleed. I could protect you if you had listened to me that night, I could keep you safe if you let me."His voice seemed calmer now and his gaze softer

"But you're not immortal, Sanemi. You can't do all this alone." You raised your eyes to meet his. "That's why I came back, to be by your side. Because I couldn't run away from my feelings."

You looked at each other for a moment that seemed endless. He wanted to respond to what you had just said but preferred to remain silent.

After that tense moment, you took a deep breath and slowly, your hands unbuttoned the top of your uniform and let it fall to the floor. Both your eyes and his were fixed on each other's faces. But for a moment, he looked at the open wound you had, the same one that stained your uniform.

You then took off your belt and pulled down your pants, throwing them to where the top of your uniform was.

You didn't know why you were doing it, why you were exposing yourself like that in front of him. Not that you haven't done this before, but for some reason it felt like the first time.

He looked your half-naked body up and down, seeing how you had evolved and some scars on your skin, the result of training and the missions you had done before. There were also some recent scratches and wounds, which was normal since you had just come from a mission.

However, that was still the body he had already marked, the body that his hands had already touched, the body that no one else could have but him.

"Aren't you going to finish the show?"He asked, a slight teasing tone in his low, deep voice

"No, you don't deserve to see the rest after chose to stay quiet and leave me instead of solving things." You decided to act tough like he used to do, giving him a taste of his own medicine

"Hiding something that I've already seen a lot of times?"His words were getting more and more suggestive and you just sighed

"I need to go take a shower and treat these wounds. If you want to wait for a moment, feel free. I won't be long."

"Maybe if you had calmed down that pretty ass of yours, none of this would have happened."

You felt your cheeks turn red at the comment, but you didn't let it get to you. He was making you feel embarrassed and it was annoying you.

You walked past him, but a stronger arm grabbed you by the waist and kissed you voraciously. You were speechless when he did that so suddenly, and worse than that, you didn't know why you were kissing him back. Maybe it was how much you missed him, maybe it was the love you still felt, maybe it was the fact that he was even more intense than before. You didn't knew.

You stepped away for a moment, looking at him, trying process what just happened.

"What are you doing?" You asked

"What do you think? Taking back what's mine." He said, pushing you against the wall and kissing your lips

You wrapped your arms around his neck while his strong hands held your waist. You opened your mouth, allowing his tongue to enter to dance with yours. You already missed that warm, that strong arms around you, the rough and messy lips against yours.

It didn't take long for him to remove your last two pieces of clothing, his agile and calloused hands running over your skin. As soon as his right hand went down between your legs, you grabbed his wrist and that's when his lips left your neck and looked at you.

"You still have a lot of clothes, don't you think?" You bit your lip in a teasing way."It's a bit unfair."

He quickly removed his uniform, your hands coming to help his and allowing you to see his naked body.

He was already strong before becoming a hashira and had defined muscles but now they were even more developed.

"I see you've trained a lot these years." You looked him up and down, your hands passing all over the chest and abdomen."Your muscles look harder."

"And it's not just the muscles."He raised an eyebrow suggestively

"It seems so."You looked down, noticing his erection and you just smiled, licking your lips

You then held his shoulders, jumping on his arms with your legs wrapped around his waist. His hands digging into the flesh of your thighs as his lips found yours once more.

"Come on, make me yours then." Your lips brushed against his, both of your panting breaths meeting

"You're already mine, don't you understand?" He growled. "No one else can have you. Only me."

~~~

So much longing for each other, so much lost time was being made up for between the two of you at that moment. So many kisses, so many hugs, caresses, words, so many things he wanted to do during all that time were now being put into practice. He wasn't satisfied, the rounds on the bathroom weren't enough, now in the bedroom he was still there, all over you, his lips kissing your neck as he moved inside you. One hand ran from your thigh and moved towards your neck. Your moans and whimpers, his name coming out of your mouth like a plea, was driving him crazy. He already missed hearing you moaning his name.

"I bet your friend would give anything to be in my place now...Filling you like this..."He whispered, breathlessly, close to your ear."But you can't give him that pleasure, because you're mine. All mine." He quickened the pace and you moaned

"Nemi..."

"I'm going to make everyone know who you are... Everyone will know that you'll be my beautiful wife."He grunted, his hands grabbing your jaw."Would you accept it?"

"I-I'm...Nemi..."You felt the joy and pleasure tears running your cheeks as you felt yourself so close

"Say it."He picked up the pace even more, his hand tightening its grip on your jaw, making the things harder for you.

"Yes...I accept to be your wife..."A loudly moan left your lips, your mind too foggy and fucked to think straight at that moment."I'm cumming..."

"That's it, come for me, baby."He panted, moving faster."Show how much you miss me."

Your head tilted back on the pillow, his lips met your open ones, kissing you while he was still fucking you through your orgasm, your moans muffled by the kiss. The overstimulation caused your nails to dig deep into the skin on his back, probably leaving red lines everywhere, he didn't feel pain, only pleasure from it. It also hadn't take much for him to come and spill all his seed inside of you, until you're full and dripping out on the sheets.

"Fuck."He grunted with a last thrust

He rested his forehead against yours, catching his breath, his eyes closed, the drops of sweat on his body mixing with yours, his fingers relaxing their grip on your hip and a long sigh leaving his lips.

Your eyes were almost closed but you could still see his face above yours, a face with scars but so precious at that moment. The face of the man you dreamed all that time.

"Babe?" You called softly

"Hm?" His eyes still remained closed

"Are you okay?"

He just nodded, opening his eyes slightly to meet yours.

"I missed this." You said, running your hands over his face. "I missed you."

"Me too." He took your hand and kissed it, then leaned in to kiss your lips

It was a soft kiss, more romantic than the ones he had given you before.

"So... What are we now?"

"I told you before, you're my fiancée now."He replied, looking into your eyes. "And I'm going to put a ring on that finger of yours one of these days."

"Wow, that's sounds romantic!"You giggled."I like that side of you. You could be like that more often instead of being rough."

"I didn't see you complain."

"Shut up."You patted his shoulder and he gave you a peck on the lips

The Hashira withdraw from you and knelt between your legs, seeing the mess he had made of you. Your body was sweaty, your face flushed, your chest was heaving and your legs were spread and shaking.

"When was the last time you ended up like this?"

"Like what?"

"Exactly like you are now."

"Let me see...Oh, the night you stormed out of my room, remember?"

"Great, that means no one else had to touch what's mine since that day. Good girl."He smirk

"Asshole." You smiled, stretching out your leg to lightly kick his chest, but he pulled you onto his lap by it

You rested your forehead against his and you smiled, planting a kiss on his nose and then on his lips.

"Tomorrow I have to go talk to the master in the morning. I'll make my mission report." You said. "I didn't actually return to my role as a full-time member of the corps but as an "extra help" on the missions. I was thinking about talking to the master, to see if he'll let me supervise the trainees too." You said, looking into his eyes and seeing them soften. You couldn't tell for sure if it was because of your fingers playing with his hair or if it was because of your decision.

"As long as you stay off the battlefield or just carry out missions solely by my side, it's fine with me."

"But I'm strong, you know? I can handle those demons by myself too."

"I know, I can see the passion for the battlefield in your eyes when you fight."His arms embraced you and he kissed the valley of your breasts. "I just don't want you fighting alone either, but now that you mentioned supervising trainees, it wouldn't be a bad idea to see you acting all tough, leading those weaklings."He smiled

"Don't say that, I feel sorry for them, they are so young but some are so determined. I feel even more bad when they have to train with you." You laughed

"Oh, it seems your heart has softened. I still remember when you used to torture demons." He look at you, his head tilting to the side."Now you feel sorry for those idiots?"

"I would never give them the same treatment."

"Why not? I bet they would become stronger."

"The only difference is that I don't kill them, like I do with demons after torturing them."You winked at him, kissing his forehead and hugging his body closer to yours

~~~

After remaining hugged for a few moments, he pulled away and could see a stain of your blood on his arm that was from the wound. Maybe due to the previous effort you ended up bleeding.

"Your wound opened," He laid you down on the mattress and you looked at him."I'm going to get something to clean it and then treat it." You nodded

You couldn't help but look at the way he held the wet cloth all over your body, cleaning not only the blood from the wound but also the traces of the previous act.

"Nice job you did down there." You said and he looked at you

"Thanks!" A smirk appeared on his lips. "I was just marking my territory."

"Why are you always so---ahh." You grunted in pain as he passed the wet cloth over the wound."Possessive?"

"Did it hurt?"

"What do you think?!"

He then bandaged the wound for you, rolling his eyes every time you winced or complained that it hurt.

~~~

"Can I ask you a question?" You looked at him as he lay down next to you

"What?"

"When was the last time you had a night like that?" You decided to ask him the same thing

"As far as I remember, it was the same night you got mad at me and sent me away." He said

"Oh, so it seems no one has touched what's mine since then either. Good boy." You smiled teasingly. "Good night, Nemi."You said, turning off the lamp and he just frowned as you lay down with your back to him

"I guess I'm not the only possessive one here, am I?" He whispered next to your ear, one hand around your waist pulling your back against his chest

"I'm just marking my territory." You turn your head to look at him, teasingly

Sanemi couldn't help but find your playful face hilarious, you being possessive like him also turned him on a little.

"I liked that side of yours, you know? It suits you well."He kissed your forehead and pulled you closer."Good night."

[xoxoxkisses]

Hanahaki

Muichiro x Reader Desc: the reader has hanahaki disease after experiencing one-sided love with the mist hashira. She decides to keep it a secret to not hurt her loved ones, except it hurts even worse in the end. Warnings: not proofread, angst ———————————————————————————————————— He didn’t like you back and it was slowly killing you on the inside, literally. You were diagnosed with Hanahaki Disease and it was killing you. Why can’t you just like me? You quit the corps when you found out the news. Your condition got worse day after day and it caused you to become weaker very fast. You wanted to keep it a secret, the fact you were dying. You didn’t need or want anyone’s pity. *Cough Cough*

You looked in your hands and counted three small white petals along with drops of blood. Your throat and chest burned with pain, but you were used to it. You took the petals in your hands and walked outside to the nearby stream. You liked to dump the petals into that stream because you found it calming to see them float away. ———————————————————————————————————— Your condition got worse. The petals became fully bloomed flowers. You coughed them up more frequently now, sometimes even throwing them up. Even though it hurts, it’s all for you

You had to run some errands so you went to the market. As you were picking up some fruit, you felt a familiar presence beside you. You looked over and saw Muichiro standing beside you, looking at you. “Oh, hey Muichiro.” He noticed how your voice sounded scratchy, and how pale you looked. You just looked..sick. “Hello Y/n.” He still looked as handsome as ever to you, maybe even better. You bowed to him. “It was nice to see you, but I must be going.” You paid for your fruit and began walking off. “Wait Y/n, can we talk?” You stopped and turned to him, and you shyly looked away and nodded your head. You both went to your estate. “So, what did you want to talk about?” He sighed and his usual blank stare turned into worry. “Y/n, we all know you’re sick. I just want to know what’s wrong with you.” You fiddled with your hands. “I-I don’t want to say..I kept it a secret to not worry you all.” “Y/n, your plan isn’t working you know?” You hesitated to answer him. You sighed and gave in. “I have Hanahaki Disease. I’m suffering for loving someone who doesn’t love me.” His eyes went wide. As soon as he was going to say something, you started coughing and out came multiple flowers. Muichiro recognized those flowers. They weren’t in bloom, yet he saw them in the stream a lot. As he looked back up to you, he noticed the blood coming from your mouth. “Y/n, you’re bleeding.” He took his sleeve and wiped it away. “Thanks. Since I cough so violently, it causes my throat to bleed.” Then you remembered the flowers. “Hey, can you help me dump these in the stream?” So it was you who they were coming from. “Yeah, of course.” The two of you picked up the flowers and went to the stream and dumped them. You watched as they floated away and a calm sense of serenity came over you. As you two were walking back, you broke the silence. “I don’t have much time left, maybe a month.” He looked at you with wide eyes. “What?!” You looked up and smiled at the clouds. “Just promise me you won’t tell the others.” He looked at you and nodded. ———————————————————————————————————— He came over almost everyday to check up on you. Your condition had reached its final stage. The flower roots were growing in your body. Since you could no longer move, Muichiro dumped your flowers into the stream. You were in pain, a lot of pain. It hurt to breathe, some points you couldn’t breathe. You were grateful he was there for you. Unfortunately, you knew your time was up. He hadn’t came over for a couple days since he was on a mission, but you wanted him at your side. You felt a pain in your lungs, and that’s when you realized the roots had pierced them. You couldn’t breathe anymore, and you accepted your fate, that you were about to die. Muichiro came back as soon as he was back from his mission. When he walked in, he sensed something was wrong. He rushed over to where you were, and when he got there he noticed you were gone. Flowers sprouted out of your skin, your body now covered in them. “No..this can’t be true.” He ran over to your side and realized you were long gone. He picked you up and held you to his chest. He cried, he hadn’t cried in months, he grew to really care about you. ———————————————————————————————————— Your funeral was beautiful. Everyone was there for you. They all felt guilty for not knowing what was wrong with you, but realized there was nothing they could do. They found out you had refused treatments and you were fine with passing. Except for him. He missed you dearly, he hadn’t realized it, but he loved you, but it was too late.

[beddybites]

What was the tiny 21 trios first reactions to turning, reactions to each other and if they panicked how did they calm down? (Extra question, what could trigger Giyuu(IMMM SORRRY HE'S ONE OF MY FAVES))

this ask feels like a good time to bring back this comic

this is a very good question... their reactions were all very different. think fight/flight/freeze in a way!

Sanemi

"fight"

essentially got really pissed off and refused to believe what was going on.

He refused to accept their situation and angrily babbled, commanding the demon that transformed them to turn them back and stuff.

typical Sanemi shenanigans

he mellowed out a bunch, but he didn't actually calm down and relax until Kagaya got to talk to them

Sanemi continued being really pissed off and frustrated

when Tengen teased him he did attempt to bite him

he's usually able to get a hold of himself (though its 10x more difficult with the baby chemistry)

but more often than not he does need help calming down. the others worry he could make himself sick or hurt himself

Giyuu

"flight"

he initially froze and was in genuine shock over the situation

like sanemi he refused to believe it and insisted this was some sort of nightmare

but he eventually realized the other two were in a worse position and his main concern turned into trying to find help

though the second they were safe he tried crawling away & attempted to avoid the entire situation

he wasn't entirely phased when gyomei was cradling them and carrying them to the other hashira. he just played dead

to calm himself down he basically asks for his haori and will use it as a sort of blanket

he distances too, though it can be difficult given he is. a baby

unfortunately. shinobu and tanjiro won't let him

Obanai

"freeze"

obanai was so overwhelmed and horrified he didn't know what to do, which just overwhelmed him even more

he basically just suffered in silence at first

obanai's had it rough since he was a newborn so. lots of negative thoughts and feelings

kaburamaru recognizes this and sticks as close as possible, especially with how tiny obanai is compared to the two

he was really freaked out for a number of reasons, and was alarmed by how weak he was because, again, tiny, sickly baby

obanai was calmed down when kaburamaru coiled around him and nuzzled against him in support

he was also surprised to find he was at ease shortly after being scooped up by rengoku and fawned over by mitsuri, though he wouldn't show it easily

and to answer your second question about giyuu........ i think anything that could be related to sabito or his sister (particularly reminders about what happened to them) would really screw him up... i don't have any specific scenarios but. i'd think it would be something like that!!! a bunch of people crowding him and coddling him would probably freak him out too, since he's used to being by himself

[apheliia]

a platonic writer? thats so awesome!!! for the open kny slots, would it be okay to ask for a reader & giyuu found family troupe? would be nice if reader was in their teens♪ mainly about the dynamic and perhaps post final battle

ELUSIVE CARE. — In which the Water Hashira unwittingly attains a younger sibling.

— trigger & content warnings. none applicable.

— pairings & notes. fluff, found family. tomioka giyuu & teen!reader. reader is gender neutral (they/them pronouns used). 1.1k words.

— author's thoughts. giyuu's so silly. such a guy. very older brother coded tbh <3

✧ FIRST MEETING

giyuu, though a quiet and reserved soul that often believes himself to be inadequate, is certainly not a heartless man nor is he one who cares too little (perhaps it could even be argued that he cares too much). he wouldn't ever let someone die if there was something he could do to prevent it, and maybe it is killing a demon that first leads him to the little teenager that he will one day grow fond of, [name].

his first instinct is, of course, to reunite them with their family if they have any living relatives. if that is not an option, his next instinct is to send them off somewhere he knows they'll be safe—maybe urokodaki needs someone to stay with him, a companion. he's always been a good caretaker even when not training a demon slayer to-be, and surely he gets lonely in his older age..? or maybe those girls at the butterfly estate would take them—shinobu's... nice enough. to young kids, that is. not him, of course, but he doesn't dare deny her kindness towards younger ones. she would probably be more than happy to take them in, or she would be pissed that he would have the audacity to ask something like that of her... but he still believes that she would do it.

ultimately, wherever he does leave them, it's almost guaranteed that he'll encounter them again. teenagers are rarely known for being obedient; as such, he would probably find them actively seeking him out at his estate. to thank him, to simply visit and stay for a while, to bring him gifts... they aren't annoying per se, but giyuu does wonder for how long he will have to endure it before their visits lessen in number.

he did save their life, so maybe he should just accept it.

and perhaps, once the final battle has passed and the greatest threat to the world has been eliminated, he will not be so opposed to having a regular guest. maybe he'll even ask them to stay.

✧ GENERAL DYNAMIC

giyuu is not known for being open and friendly. that said, i do think he would have some kind of a soft spot for a young kid who has suffered the effects of demons roaming the earth.

maybe he sees a little of himself in them. he wasn't always this way, you know? there was a time where he was softer, more open, and had a more positive outlook about the world. so maybe, just maybe, he sees some of that in the little teenager he saved from death.

his kindness shows in weird and hard to understand ways, and he would rarely make it obvious that he was checking up on them; he probably wouldn't visit often. that said, if [name] were to ask around, maybe they would hear about a recent influx of letters from a certain water hashira concerning a certain victim he recently saved.

as he grows closer to them, he would begin to buy them little trinkets. if he sees something he thinks they would like, he would totally pick it up for them and leave it by their room's door at wherever they're staying. he never signs the gifts, but it is nonetheless very clear who is buying them.

he also does what he can to ensure that they're well-cared for—contributing to the cost of caring for them, mainly.

giyuu, to me, seems like a very attentive person. he's a type i would describe as having a quiet love language—someone who does things subtly (more or less). so, while he does not verbally connect with them often, he can offer a listening ear and will always pick up on the small things.

headpats. giyuu is a headpat man. it's a fond gesture that he uses to communicate a number of things—'i'm proud of you,' 'good job,' 'you're alright now,' 'i'm here for you.' it's one way he communicates nonverbally. he's not great at expressing his care with words, but there are plenty of ways such as this one that are more than sufficient without the use of any words at all.

given that his haori is made up of two halves, each from someone he deeply cared for, i think it's safe to say that he has a certain sentimentality about him. any gifts they give to him will be treasured (and if they happen to give him something he can wear without getting in the way of his job, he'll find a way to incorporate it into his uniform).

he's quite fiercely protective of them. if someone is bothering them, giyuu is more than happy to simply stand behind them and give the one annoying them a simple stare, which is more than enough to solve the issue permanently. as a hashira, the lower ranked corps members are already rather scared of him, so he doesn't really have to do much at all to deter anyone from harassing them...

on a similar note, he will put extra care and attention into killing off any demons lingering around the area that they reside in. he's failed so many people before and is not keen on doing so again.

he would very much prefer if they didn't become a demon slayer, especially after his relationship with them has developed a little more. any attempts to ask him about joining would be cut off with a short, firm 'no.' though, with enough insistence... that answer could change.

ultimately, what they do is up to them, but giyuu would prefer that they stay as far out of harm's way as possible. not every victim is meant to, nor do they have to, become a demon slayer—he hopes they know and understand that above all else.

✧ POST-FINAL BATTLE

following the end of the final battle, giyuu would be a little more open with them in quite a few ways.

for one, he's more expressive, offering them something other than his usual stoicism every now and then—a smile. his expression in general softens significantly in their presence once everything is over.

he also grows a little more comfortable expressing himself verbally with them. he's still not exactly... articulate when it comes to expressing his care with words, but it's the thought and effort that counts.

he would also move them into his home at that point!! since he doesn't have to be away constantly now, he feels more comfortable having them stay with him. before, if a demon had showed up to his secluded estate while he was gone, it may have very well ended poorly, had they been staying there. given that this is no longer a concern (and he's also home far more often now), he doesn't mind the company whatsoever.

post-final battle, he would also spend more time around them. it would be then that they would really get to know him. his hobbies, his interests, maybe his past. eventually.

things take time. opening up takes time... and once muzan has been defeated, there is plenty of time for them to get closer with their elusive older brother-like figure.

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Genya Shinazugawa: A Fish In a Birdcage

It's my favorite boy's birthday and today I want to celebrate why he's possibly one of the most talented characters in the show while still being considered one of the "weakest."

In case it wasn't immediately obvious, Genya is my favorite little guy from Demon Slayer. Everything from his design to his abilities to his personality and story just speak to me.

For this analysis I wanna focus on a little bit of everything, starting with his design.

So from the get-go, the first things you notice about the boy are the huge ass scar on his face and his scrunkly little mohawk. The scar immediately tells you that he has a history. It's an unspoken message of survival and overcoming suffering.

As for the mohawk, well you have to look a little deeper into how Japanese media portrays hair. For early media, it's a sign of refinement and status. To the point that one of the many hallmarks of evil in Japanese folklore is unkempt hair. For the mohawk specifically, it's a symbol of rebellion and a strong, edgy personality.

His clothing is purple and black. Interestingly, purple was, for a long time, banned by commoners to wear as it was exceedingly hard and expensive to get ahold of. By late Edo and early Meiji the tides changed to where it became quite fashionable among common folk to wear purple to the point it got the nickname "old purple" or kodai murasaki. (you can read about it here) But purple can also represent strength.

His sharp eyes, small irises, and furrowed brow all point to a very aggressive design. And! I'd like to note that he's using a katana here, which I'll get back to later in another post!

So! Now, we see Genya's traded out his katana for his iconic gun along with a wakizashi (a shortsword used by samurai primarily for finishing blows, fitting as that's exactly how Genya uses it in canon).

There's a modern misconception that samurai were wholly against the use of firearms during their active periods, but history and art show quite the opposite (here). And seeing as Demon Slayer takes place during the Taisho era, when Japan was seeing a lot of "modernization" and were specifically adopting a lot of Western values, it makes sense to implement a character using a more modern and Western weapon (even his outfit is more of a western style with his pants being a straight cut instead of the traditional samurai hakama that the others wear!).

His hair is grown out and more tamed though still in a mohawk style showing that while he's softened, he still has a strong personality and rebellious edge. Another thing I find cool is that the author gave an in canon reason for Genya's hair length in the Kimetsu Gakuen extra; he uses it to gauge the strength and direction of the wind to redirect his shots.

We also see that he's shot up in height and filled out in physique, a very nice nod to how his demon eating abilities affected his body in the long term.

Overall, Genya's design is efficient without giving everything away. It leaves out the subtle details like his hidden gentle nature and his sharp mind and good heart; which I'll elaborate on now.

One misconception I see floating around a lot is that Genya is below average intelligence. This is probably for three reasons: the extra in the Kimetsu Gakuen universe where Sanemi tells Genya to "get better at his math" and the part in the data book where it says Genya is "never calculating." The third reason is that there's a bit of a stereotype that thug/punk=stupid.

But in Kimetsu Gakuen proper we see that Genya is actually making really good grades.

But test grades aren't everything! Even in canon we find out that Genya is incredibly observant. During the Hashira training arc, Genya says this: "Well, not that Himejima-san is exactly good at teaching it. You need to watch and learn and swipe it for yourself, all right?"

This implies that Genya taught himself the Repetitive Motion technique by just watching Himejima do it. He is a master marksman and described as the ace of his high school shooting club able to make real time adjustments to his aim based on how the wind blows his hair.

Not calculating just means he's not one for scheming, not that he's incapable of critical thought. And Sanemi getting onto him for his math scores is him being a hardass as Genya is within the top 15 in his grade.

He is still a child at heart, something he desperately tries to hide and that is readily apparent in the Japanese version. Specifically in the way he oscillates between using "Nii-chan" (the childish way you'd refer to your older brother, as expected in especially young children or women) and "Aniki" (the rougher way of saying it, translates more as "big bro").

As for his gentle nature, I already made a whole post on how I believe Genya stepped in as the homemaker of the Shinazugawa family. (Which you can read here) He's also described in the data book as regaining his "gentle nature," telling the audience that he was a soft hearted boy growing up.

Look at his soft smile here when he sees that Nezuko is okay! He genuinely cares about their well-being despite Tanjirou having what Genya desperately wants but can't have: family, strength, the ability to use breathing.

He apologizes to Kanata and steps in to help the caterpillar girls in one winged butterfly. He may have a brash exterior, but he's got a heart of gold.

However, out of anyone, no one hates Genya more than Genya hates himself.

Which brings me to my next and main topic: Genya's abilities and how it makes him a fish in a birdcage.

From the very first introduction of Genya's ability, the very narrative sets Genya up as "talentless." "He doesn't have the physical talent to use breathing techniques." As a result, his nichirin blade never changes color. He makes up for this by using his gun, but when he's put into a tight situation, that's when his more unique ability comes into play.

Before we get into that, I want to delve into what the breathing techniques are and what they're supposed to do. For that we go all the way back to the beginning where we meet Makomo who says this: "Total Concentration Breathing accelerates your blood circulation and your heart rate. That causes your body temperature to spike, making you as strong as a demon while being human." So we can conclude that the goal of TCB is to achieve demonic strength.

Which brings me to Genya's most unique and prominent ability; Genya can eat demons to temporarily gain the powers of a demon without fully becoming one. So, if Genya can't use breathing but can gain the strength of a demon anyway, then there should be no problem, right?

Well, it seems that the demon slayer corps is built upon a rather strict honor code and places a heavy emphasis on tradition. Genya not being able to use breathing and having to rely on tainted, evil power, to have to stoop down to a demon's level and consume flesh, in the corps' eyes it makes him lesser. And Genya seems overly aware of this.

He says that Shinobu makes a disgusted face when she sees him and he likely relates it back to him being breathless and eating demons. In one winged butterfly, after he's unable to find the words to reassure another demon slayer he thinks this: "He really was broken. He couldn't do a single thing properly. This was probably why his brother wouldn't look at him."

Hell, even Inosuke throws in his two cents, calling Genya a "wimp" for being unable to use breathing techniques (of which Genya gets really defensive about and starts a fight). He thinks of himself as weak in the infinity castle and unable to really do anything until he remembers Tanjirou's encouragement.

It's safe to say that Genya's self esteem is in the toilet.

He, arguably, has access to a technique that's far more potent than TCB in that it not only gives him the strength of a demon but also gives him the healing and abilities of a demon without the downside of actually being a demon. But because it isn't TCB, he's constantly put down and belittled.

He's meant to fly to the top of the cliff when his real strength lies in swimming up the waterfall. He can still get to the same places but he's looked down upon for his methods.

But there's a legend about a carp that swam upstream against all odds, that leapt up the falls of the Yellow River at Dragon Gate and became a Dragon. It's a story of perseverance and transformation and it's one Genya achieves in his last moments.

Genya achieves his ultimate power; unlocking a blood demon art of his own while still retaining his humanity (and yes, he is still human at this point, Kokushibou confirms as much). It's the ultimate demon hunting technique, parasitic roots that paralyze the target and suck the blood, preventing the target from unleashing their own BDA.

His only thoughts in that moment being that he won't let any of them die. Genya sacrificed everything for his brother, ultimately achieving the goal he had when he was just a child: to protect his Nii-chan. And his brother finally lets his guard down to, switching to the more babyish language (he refers to himself as Nii-chan, saying "Nii-chan will fix this") and it's only then that Genya lets his guard down too. In his last moments, Genya got to be his true self.

A kind, fiercely protective, and loving boy with strength that went beyond what was ever expected of him. He is, possibly one of the strongest characters in theory with so much unexplored potential. His design is solid, telling viewers a lot without giving everything away, his story is compelling (especially to people who are gifted in the "wrong ways") and his personality is complex.

There's a reason I can make so many posts about this character alone and why I have more planned for the bestest boy. But for now! Happy birthday Genya!

[silverynight]

Affectionate friend

Zenitsu would laugh if he could, but Shinazugawa is there and he'll kill him if he finds out he's actually laughing at all the hashira.

So he remains silent, but secretly enjoys their suffering. They're gathered in a circle in the backyard of the butterfly estate. At this point everyone knows they're there because Tanjirou came back from a mission and want to spend time with him.

Everyone also knows they're in love with the sunshine boy, except the sunshine boy himself. Which makes things even funnier actually because Tanjirou thinks they're just friends and they have finally reached the point in which Tanjirou trusts them completely.

Now that'd be a very good thing if it wasn't because Tanjirou shows trust by being physically affectionate with his friends. Inosuke and Zenitsu used to suffer because of this... Well, if he's being honest, Inosuke didn't suffer at all, he even knew how to respond to Tanjirou's displays of affection; every time the redhead nuzzled him, Inosuke did the same in return.

Now... For Zenitsu it was a little bit more difficult because he always found Tanjirou a little bit attractive and having him so close to him was... something else.

However, now he can relax as he watches the Pillars suffering because of this. It's so much fun when it's not happening to him.

Tanjirou holds Kanroji's hand while he explains to her about his scar changing its shape mid battle and Zenitsu knows she's making an effort to pay attention even though her eyes always come back to their joint hands. She's as red as a strawberry.

Showing no mercy, Tanjirou goes after Tomioka next and puts both legs over the water hashira's lap. It seems to be like a torture for him because he keeps his hands closed into fits as if he's trying to stop himself from touching Tanjirou.

Himejima seems to be getting used to it, although he still blushes when Tanjirou chuckles before nuzzling against his very broad chest.

Rengoku is loving every second of it (he doesn't know the meaning of personal space when it comes to Tanjirou) but he tries to stop himself from kissing Tanjirou on the lips. Uzui on the other hand is taking full advantage of the redhead's affectionate nature and he pulls the boy close before rubbing his nose in the curve of his neck.

Tokito just embraces it and is constantly resting his head on Tanjirou's lap and sighing dreamily whenever the boy starts running his fingers through his long and black hair.

Kocho is surprisingly shy when Tanjirou decides to shower her with physical affection, but doesn't make any attempts to push him away. Shinazugawa gets very flustered and sometimes freezes when Tanjirou puts both arms around his neck before happily rubbing their noses together.

The funny thing about Iguro is that he gets nervous even if Tanjirou is just petting Kaburamaru; he keeps eyeing Tanjirou, almost desperately waiting for his turn to feel the redhead's hand on his head.

Zenitsu has so much fun watching them suffer, because Tanjirou is giving them affection as a friend and probably making them long for a kiss on the lips in the process.

Sadly, fun things don't last long because one day Zenitsu overhears one of the Pillars' conversations (he doesn't mean to, it's not his fault his ears are the way they are) and knows things will turn into a disaster soon.

"If he's like this with us because we're his friends," Uzui points out, grinning, Zenitsu is sure he's smirking and hates him for it. "Imagine how he'd be as our husband..."

Zenitsu hears the moment their hearts start beating suspiciously faster and he just knows they're imagining it... Ugh.

"Let's start courting him then!" That's Rengoku for sure, always very excited and willing to get even closer to Tanjirou, both physically and emotionally.

It seems everyone agrees with the plan and Zenitsu knows the next weeks will be a nightmare. He needs to warn Aoi as soon as possible.

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞; 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

A small event following the discovery of a contagious blood demon art that changes somebody’s age and it’s infected all the pillars turning them back into children... and now these children look up to you and the kamaboko squad for guidance ー heavily inspired by @ghostbite0 pintsized pillars au please please please check out their art i beg

prologue entry 1: character introductions and general hcs

starring: the kamaboko squad, the pillars + aoi kanzaki, senjuro rengoku, reader?? Idk they don’t rlly do much tbh..

The chance of blood demon art being contagious is unlikely, but not impossible. Maybe after this you’ll realize that if something isn’t impossible, always be cautious because it is. News spreads like wildfire around the corps about a new blood demon art, figured out to be contagious. The effects having something to do with age, making people become much younger than they currently are now. Worse of all the prime suspect of who brought it back is one of the pillars themselves. Everybody is ushered and reccommended to stay inside for now, until they figure out what’s going on. People can only point fingers at who they believe it is, but it doesn’t very long for them to find out.

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA or now known as “virus spreader” is the first person to suffer from the effects of the blood demon art, and the one who brought it back. He denies it of course but there isn’t much hiding left he can do. Once he’s dismissed from the hashira meeting he goes to train to blow off steam like usual, it’s only then where he feels dizzy as his eyes begins to close. It’s then when the blood demon art sets in place turning the stubborn wind hashira back into a 7 year old boy. To add more onto this disaster, the first person to find him in this state is his younger brother, GENYA SHINZUGAWA Who only saw him when passing the training grounds. Screaming seeing a very young child hold a nichin blade that was much too sharp to be safe, and that this ‘child’ just happened to be his older brother.

It takes awhile for Genya to make it back to master Ubuyashiki to show him what happened to his younger brother. Having to endure chasing him around and him trying to pull out his hair while carrying him back. It was far too late to want him, as now both OBANAI IGURO and GIYU TOMIOKA have both fallen for the infection at the exact same time. Genya only freezes unsure of what to do seeing two 7 year old boys either sleeping or laying soundly in the middle of the courtyard. Especially since once is coiled up between kaburamaru who is not a fan of people most of the time. Thankfully, Genya doesn’t have to deal with three miniature pillars alone as TANJIRO KAMADO seem to come catch up with him after hearing his distress. As he picks up obanai while giyu lingers around his leg. Tanjiro realizes they won’t have much time left until there’s more children hanging around the corps with access to many weapons they do not need their hands on.

The other hashira seem to last longer when it came to the blood demon art effects, or it only lingered on them later on compared to the first three. They’re able to make it to the butterfly mansion in time where KANAO KOCHO who was waiting for them is able to bring them over to her older sister. SHINOBU KOCHO who was already busy inside was aware of this infection before the other three were, as when they find her they see her with a much smaller TENGEN UZUI who has already turned into a 10 year old boy. The insect pillar seeing the other three small children coming into her room is surprised at how fast this infection is taking place tries to quickly think of something to slow it down. Right when they believed they had something kochi is no longer seen, Genya nearly had to bend down to see shinobu has turned back into a 5 year old little girl. Well the butterfly mansion won’t be any help for answers anymore.

Both Genya, Kanao, and Tanjiro are thankful that the sound hashira has turned to an age where he can actually corporate. He’s able to hold onto shinobu while the three young slayers have to take account on who has turned, how their like, and who they need to find next.

UZUI, the oldest so far knows atleast how to take care of responsibilities, but is not a good influence to anyone at all. Always using the “cool kid” excuse to convince somebody to join him ind ping something they definitely shouldn’t be doing. Sanemi falls for it as they already caught him standing in top of a desk to try and jump off and onto Genya’s hair. Uzui says it wasn’t him but you can’t say you believe him when both giyu and shinobu point towards him when you ask.

SANEMI is a wild kid sometimes, he’s still got alot of that aggressive energy from his actual self that has transferred into his much smaller self. Other times he unusually touchy, especially for him. He’ll drag somebody over unusually obanai, sometimes even giyu to just play games with him. Sometimes he likes to bother people in the occasion but it’s normally a phase. Though he is still scared oof Genya in some way, if he’s doing something he isn’t suppose to do and Genya yells at him he’ll stop immediately. He’d never admit this though, ever.

GIYU is very very calm. He doesn’t change much compared to him when he’s older. He’s just more open to hang around the others as he doesn’t mind playing any games. He prefers to stay with somebody, he doesn’t mind being by somebody like shinobu and just staying around her or he’s around tanjiro. He likes to sleep with a lot. Speaking of sleep Giyu is always doesn’t mind taking a nap, he prefers it actually. He just likes to lay down and take a break sometimes. If he is ever being held there’s a good chance he’ll just fall asleep right then and there.

OBANAI is very much a touch starved child. He enjoys being hugged or held by some of the pillars or the ‘older’ kids. He’s very quiet most of the time he’ll talk on the occasion with the kids but is usually quiet most of the time. Obanai is also another sleepy kid, jusf like giyu they both like to sleep. Sometimes they nap together if they feel like it. Kaburamaru still tries to follow him, sometimes you see him just trailing around obanai if he sees him. He did try to coil around obanai like he usually does but if did not work right at all.

SHINOBU is a very good kid, she normally just like staying around in the butterfly mansion. Other times she just enjoys falling Kanao around when she’s doing anything. Even as a small child she still likes preforming her “doctor” role even if she can’t actually preform it. AOI lets her mess around and give her fake doctor check up with some of the real equipment she has around. Though she can only do it in certain rooms with atleast two people inside, one time aoi wasn’t looking and shinobu somehow found a syringe. She nearly got poked in the arm by it if she didn’t look back up.

While the three teenagers try to figure out what to do with their pillar problem, it seems like they have to add another one of the crew. Instead of searching for KYOJURO RENGOKU rengoku comes to them instead, tanjiro if the first to turn around when hearing the pitter patter of footsteps and the loud sniffling coming from around the corner. To his surprise SENJURO RENGOKU is the cause of the noise, holding a much smaller rengoku is his arms. He shuffles over to where tanjiro, Kanao, and Genya are rambling on and telling them how he turned around and ‘poof’ rengoku turned small. Tanjiro sighs knowing they have another kid they found, or what Genya refers to as “waist height army.” Tanjiro takes the five year old boy who has just as much energy and happiness as Rengoku had just before.

Tanjiro was conflicted to say the least. Dealing with hashira was already enough, but dealing with them as kids is whole new territory. Before he can think of something to do the loud yelling echoing in the distance catches his attention. He hopes Genya, kanao, and senjuro can handle the kids while he checks it out. As he sneaks around the corner he can he was shocked but wasn’t all that surprised. INOSUKE HASHIBARA sitting across the table from MITSURI KANROJI who has also become a 5 year old girl. The both preparing to have an intense arm wrestling match. Sitting on inosuke side was ZENITSU AGATSUMA and on mitsuri side was READER AND NEZUKO KAMADO. Zenitsu only cheers on an overconfident inosuke who puts his arm in the table. He bluffs for a moment until he feels his arm snack down against the table once again, loosing in an instant. Mitusri laughs while reader and nezuko cheer her on. Inosuke stares jaw dropped underneath the mask while zenitsu is shocked and trying not to laugh himself.

A sigh of relief escapes tanjiro lips as he turns to kanao with a much smaller giyu by her side. Things were fine, things would be fine if they had some time to breath and figure things out. Tanjiro takes a breath, until he hears somebody crying. At first he thinks it’s one of the hashira who has turned into a child, only for the sound to be coming from the stone pillar himself. GYOMEI HIMEJIMA with MUICHIRO TOKITO by his side. He weeps as he holds a very small shinobu and kyojuro in his arms while senjuro tries to pay his back to calm him down. While Tanjiro has trust in the stone hashira strength and abilities, he doesn’t know how old he will turn and how strong he’s going to be. Tanjiro simply walks over, making up an excuse to try to take Rengoku and Shinobu out of Gyomei arms. He’s able to grab Kyojuro out of his arms, but the moment he turns he hears muichiro shriek and that’s already enough to tell him what was going on.

Poor poor muichiro who had zoned out while hanging around Gyomei, only to turn and look eye to eye with him. It was not a subtle adjustment he could get used to. Gyomei tries to call him down sensing panic from the boy, who was already confused enough seeing his comrades being shrunken down and running around. Unfortunately, Gyomei aid was not helpful in coming the most pillar down who only stared at him and shinobu who was asleep in his arms. Both Tanjiro, Senjuro and Rengoku were caught off guard by the change to, but mostly by muichiro uncharacteristic screech. Muichiro tried to think of something to say, to do in the moment. Before he’s able to do anything the blood demon art unfortunately catches back up with, Tanjiro watches as Muichiro nearly disappears out of thin air. He has to turn around to see Rengoku picking up a small 1 year old muichiro who looks mildly upset in his arms.

RENGOKU is such a hyperactive child. He’s always happy and always tries to make all the others happy when he can. Even for being so young, he is still somewhat trustworthy and can deal with some of the kids like shinobu, and obanai if needed. Even as a child, Rengoku voice still has volume to it. He can be louder than Gyomei if he gets really excited. He also likes to eat with mitsuri often giving her food if he has any. Giyu sometimes lingers around him if he’s not with Sanemi or Obanai.

MITSURI is such a sweetheart, always happy and always ready to play around. She’s not to troubling to deal with like some of the others, her only issue is she still has the same appetite as she does when she is an adult. So somebody always makes sure to stock up on extra food at all times. Along with this she isn’t even aware of her own strength either, as we seen with her beating Inosuke. He always comes to get a rematch even if he’ll still loose. Obanai tends to linger around her as well.

GYOMEI is the most helpful out of all the hashira and the most attentive out of them. Being the closest to his actual age, and to the rest of the “older” kids age he actually helps out alot. He’s always the one granted supervision if Tanjiro or any of the others are busy because they know they can trust Gyomei. He does take this role very seriously for some reason, he’s put Sanemi and Uzui into a makeshift timeout before because they were trying to do something much to dangerous again.

MUICHIRO is just baby. Not much he can do but sometimes they think he’s the most aware of the situation he’s in. He always has a bored look on his face or an annoyed look if somebody has ticked him off. He’s always very picky about who can hold him. He likes being around Gyomei, Obanai and Rengoku for example but others he might show more signs of boredom. One time Sanemi got to pick him up, he made fun of him a little and Muichiro tried to bite his finger off.

Tanjiro has to call everybody who’s unaffected together. Now having found and seen all the effects have landed on every single hashira they can now make a plan. They’ve found everybody they needed to but they just have to figure out. How are they going to take care of them?

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Sanemi Shinazugawa x Female Reader

To Stand Beside You

Part 2

The courtyard was quiet, bathed in warm afternoon light filtered through the trees above. A soft breeze stirred the petals of blooming flowers, their delicate fragrance mixing with the faint scent of incense. It was serene—unsettlingly so, given what you’d been through. Yet somehow, the stillness calmed the nerves that had begun to tangle inside your chest the moment Sanemi mentioned you’d be meeting the leader of the Demon Slayer Corps.

You walked beside him, one step at a time, each movement still sore but bearable. Sanemi didn’t speak much, but when you stumbled slightly, he immediately reached out to steady you—calloused fingers brushing your elbow with a kind of restraint that felt more intimate than it should have. He didn’t let go until he was sure your balance was firm again.

Up ahead, the courtyard stretched out in clean, symmetrical lines—stone tiles carefully maintained, shaded by flowering branches. A few people in black uniforms bowed respectfully as they passed, and your breath caught when you finally saw him.

Kagaya Ubuyashiki—the Master—stood waiting at the edge of the open courtyard.

At the sight of him, Sanemi slowed. You did too. And then, without hesitation, he stepped forward and knelt on the ground—forehead low, posture disciplined and reverent. You watched him for a heartbeat, unsure of what to do.

“I should kneel too,” you thought, already beginning to lower yourself despite the protest in your still-healing muscles.

But Sanemi’s voice cut through the quiet—quiet, but firm. “It’s not necessary for you.”

You glanced down at him, surprised.

“You’re still recovering,” he added. “Don’t strain yourself trying to kneel. The Master won’t expect it.”

There was something in his eyes—gentler than before, laced with a kind of silent understanding. After a beat, you nodded. “Okay.”

The Master’s soft footsteps began to echo across the courtyard, light and deliberate. He moved with the grace of drifting petals, his presence subtle but undeniable. As he approached, his pale eyes landed on you with calm warmth. His face bore the marks of a lifetime of suffering, and yet, his expression radiated peace.

He stopped in front of you both, his pale eyes gentle as they landed on you.

“You are the one who protected the village,” he said, his voice as calm as a still lake. “And eliminated a powerful demon, all on your own.”

You nodded quietly, the weight of the memory still fresh in your chest. “Yes… I did what I had to.”

The Master’s expression softened further. “Then it is only right that we express our thanks.”

Slowly, to your shock, he began to bow. “On behalf of the Demon Slayer Corps, and the lives you saved… I offer you my deepest gratitude.”

Your heart jumped. “Please—please stand. You don’t need to bow to me.”

Sanemi also stirred, his head rising slightly. “Master, it’s not necessary. She’s not even—”

But Kagaya simply smiled. “The value of a soul’s courage is not measured by rank or title. Today, she has shown the strength of one who walks our path.”

You stood frozen, the sincerity in his words making your throat tighten.

“I believe,” the Master continued, “that you have the heart and will of a true warrior. And though you were not one of us when you faced those demons, I hope you’ll consider becoming one now.”

He turned to gesture toward Sanemi. “This is Shinazugawa Sanemi. He is one of our most respected Hashira.”

Sanemi gave the briefest nod. “Tch. I’m still not sure how you did it. Taking down a demon of that rank alone… that’s not something most slayers can manage, let alone someone who’s never trained with us.”

You glanced at him. His voice had its usual gruffness, but the doubt wasn’t cruel—it was curious. Almost admiring.

“I didn’t have a choice,” you answered softly. “They came for my village. There was no one else. I just… did what I could.”

“You did more than most could dream of,” the Master said. “That is why I ask—will you join us? Will you lend that strength to protecting not just your home, but others like it?”

You swallowed. The question weighed heavy, not because you doubted your answer, but because of how much it would change your life.

Still, there was no hesitation in your voice when you said, “If it means stopping more innocent people from dying… Yes. I’ll fight.”

A flicker of emotion passed through Sanemi’s face, but he said nothing.

“Then welcome,” Kagaya said, his smile as warm as sunlight. “May your strength bring hope to others. And may your heart remain as bright as it is today.”

You nodded, eyes stinging just slightly. “Thank you. I’ll do my best.”

Behind you, Sanemi finally stood. And though he said nothing, the way he looked at you made it clear: something about you had shifted something in him.

And it was only the beginning

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