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Sindri x F!Reader | I Love You
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"I don't know why the Hel you don't just confess to 'er," Brok thought aloud. He brought his mallet down onto the red hot metal, flipping it around to study his work, "It's obvious she likes ya back." He brought his mallet down upon the metal again.
Sindri snapped his head towards his brother, slamming his chest close, "That-!" He collected himself with a deep breath, lowering his tone, "That is not true. (Y/N) and I... We're just...good friends." He corrected delicately.
Brok turned to look at his brother with an unimpressed gaze, "Bullshit! Ya'll both got them goo goo eyes whenever ya'll get together!" He turned back to his work with a grimace, "'S disgustin."
Sindri's eyes widened at that, an incredulous look on his face as he put his hands on his hip, "Goo goo eyes?! There must be dust in your eyes, because that's the most ridiculous thing I've heard in all my years of living."
"If he's got dust in his eyes, mine must be caked."
Both dwarves turned at the familiar voice.
Mimir greeted them both as he was placed on the dinner table.
Kratos strolled forward. He looked to be deep in thought. He unsheathed his blades and gave them to Brok for upgrades.
"Ah, Kratos." Sindri greeted. Atreus followed into the house soon after, "And Atreus! Welcome back! How was the mission?" Sindri asked nervously, hoping that the subject of you and him would be dropped.
"Fine." Kratos answered simply.
"Unlike your love life, it would appear." Mimir teased.
Sindri frowned, shoulders tensing, "There is no love life."
"There could be!" Mimir added jovially.
Atreus raised an eyebrow at the two, settling his gaze on Sindri's slumped frame, “Who's this about?" The young teen hadn't heard anything about Sindri having a love. This was his first time hearing anything.
"No one!" Sindri blurted just as Brok and Mimir answered over him simultaneously, "(Y/N)."
The germaphobe dwarf's composure drooped even more. This entire situation was hopeless, it seemed. There was no use denying it.
"Who's (Y/N)?" Atreus asked.
"A woman that my lovesick brother's been in love with since the World Tree came to be." Brok explained, working diligently on Kratos' blades, "Every time she comes 'round, his pheromones stink up the place!"
Sindri jumped at that, mouth gaping, "Pheromones?! Brok, that's just ridiculous! Don't say that in front of them!" He scolded, sighing tiredly when all he got back as an answer was a laugh.
He walked over to the dinner table with a long sigh and sat down, "It's true though... I've... liked (Y/N) for a very long time now... but it wouldn't work."
"Ohh, what makes you say that?" Mimir asked confusedly.
From what he understood, both of you had mutual feelings for each other. So, why was Sindri now saying that it wouldn't work?
After a few moments of silence, Sindri answered, "I... I can't touch her... Every time I try...I..." His voice wobbled, "I get too overwhelmed... We can't have a relationship like that. It wouldn't work."
How could he truly show his love for you if his fears overshadowed them?
"You'd rather wallow in regret?" Kratos asked rhetorically. He sat down at the dinner table across from the dwarf, a serious look on his face, "Do you truly love this woman?" Sindri nodded feverishly, "Then go to her. Tell her how you feel. If she feels for you just as much, both of you will find a way."
Sindri stayed quiet for a moment, deep in thought from Kratos' words.
Maybe he was right. He should just confess to you.
The worst thing you could say was no.
Or go in for a kiss... He would probably vomit if you did. He almost gagged just from the thought.
Standing tall, Sindri thanked Kratos and made way for the door. He needed to tell you right now.
Just as he left out his home, the realm door glowed briefly and you passed through it. You dusted your clothes off from nonexistent dust and looked up, visibly brightening when you saw Sindri standing just a few feet away.
"Sindri!" You called out happily, practically gliding your way over, "It’s been so long! How have you been? I'm sorry for not coming sooner," You rambled, “Some things came up that I had to take care of."
The dwarf waved away the apology, "No, don't be sorry! I'm just really-" He gulped, feeling his stomach drop suddenly, "I'm really happy to see you, (Y/N)."
"Me too. Let's go inside! I want to see Brok!" You told him, beginning to walk towards his home.
Sindri whipped around, sprinting in front of you with his arms out, "Wait! Wait, (Y/N)!" You stopped, staring at him with raised eyebrows. His fiddled his gloved fingers together and took a deep breath, "There's something… important I need to tell you."
You nodded understandably, “As do I, you go first.”
He took another deep breath, mentally preparing himself.
He opened his mouth and then closed it.
He repeated the action multiple times and you squinted at him.
“Sindri, are you okay?” You asked slowly.
The dwarf could feel his confidence melting away. His head lowered and his gaze was now downcast.
Why couldn’t he get any of his words out? Why was confessing so hard to do?
How did you fall in love with someone like him?
You seemed to somehow understand his inner turmoil and stepped forward slightly. You kept your eyes on everything but Sindri as you spoke, “Sindri… I think I know what you’re going to say.” You said.
Sindri looked up at you, “Really?”
“Yes. And I feel the same way. You’re someone special to me.”
Sindri brightened at the wording, “You’re special to me too.” That was much easier to say than ‘I love you’ yet it felt just as powerful.
You both sat in a comfortable silence, glancing into one another’s eyes every so often.
“Are you really okay with this?” Sindri asked you carefully, “Even if I can’t touch you?”
“Of course I’m okay with this, Sindri. We can find other ways to love each other. I know we can.”
And you both did.
Sindri was able to build a special pair of bracelets with a special stone for you both to wear that would send gentle vibrations to the other whenever tapped.
Thankfully, Sindri found that he could use it as a loophole to kiss you, bringing the bracelet to his lips whenever he had the chance.
You’d feel it vibrate against your wrist and then bring it to your lips, returning the kiss back to Sindri.
That was how you both said good morning, good night and most importantly;
I love you.
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I like your blog already! Do you do same sex too?
Absolutely! This blog is LGBTQ+ friendly!
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Someone request something plz 🥺
I’m out of ideas but I need to write something this week for this blog
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Hello! I was wondering if I could request for a Muzan x child reader. I’ve seen a lot on that and they’re just so cute. I’m not sure what to make up with the details so I’ll leave the rest to you.
Alright, there will be OOCness in this since I don’t think that Muzan could truly love/care a child (he’s too selfish).
Muzan x Child!Reader
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You were a peculiar child, Muzan came to believe.
He wasn’t a child-friendly demon. Hell, he wasn’t even human-friendly despite the numerous roles he’d played in his long life.
You both met in an unusual way.
He’d eaten and stolen the life of a lord in a town, hearing rumor of a blue flower that grew there in the spring.
He’d been reading numerous books, gathering more useless information when a bell jingling made him look up.
Just past the open doors, peering around the corner was a worn out, stuffed rabbit. It was missing an eye and had a red string around it’s neck which held the bell like a necklace.
“Hi.” A small voice spoke through the rabbit.
Muzan was given no chance to respond before the rabbit began to dance in the air.
It was awkwardly silent as Muzan watched the rabbit get jossled in the air, the bell jingling with the movements.
The performance was halted, however, when a fussy yelp rang through the air and the bunny disappeared out of view.
Out of sight, Muzan heard one of his guards scolding you.
"(Y/N), what did I tell you about coming around here? Go back to the village, right now!" Before you began to argue with him, Muzan stopped you both.
"Bring the child to me." He commanded.
The guard stiffened at that, looking down at you, "Now, you're really in trouble, kid." He'd whispered to you and you paled at the thought of what could happen to you.
Would you be spanked?
No more sweets forever?
Cold baths?
The guard guided you to Muzan and you kept your head bowed low in shame, stuffed rabbit hidden behind your back.
"What is your name, child?" The young lord asked you.
"(Y/N)."
"Well, (Y/N), do you like dango?"
You lifted your head at that and nodded your head vigorously.
Soon enough, you were sitting in front of Muzan, happily munching on enough dango to make you pop.
Muzan had grown to appreciate how your eyes shined with so much naĂŻve happiness. It was something he hadn't experienced in so long and you brought him piece with your presence.
You became a familiar face, frequently welcoming yourself into Muzan's home and eating the snacks that he had readily supplied for you.
You would always force him to watch your stuffed rabbit dance and run around on the engawa.
Sometimes you'd ask Muzan to come and play with you outside and he hated how sad you'd get when he told you he couldn't.
So you started coming around sun down instead to fix that problem. But another problem arose unfortunately.
"Muzan," You stifled a yawn unsuccessfully, body sprawled across the ground, "Bunny has another dance for you to watch."
Muzan watched as you attempted to make your bunny dance and sighed when you kept stopping to yawn or rub your eyes. “(Y/N), there’s no need to fight sleep. I’ll still be here in the morning.”
“You promise?” Those eyes were looking up at him again and he nodded softly.
“Of course.”
You crawled your way over to him and laid down near him while he read an endless amount of books.
“Hold my hand?” You asked.
“Yes, I will.” He held your small hand in his, continuing to read as you lulled yourself to sleep, bunny in hand.
If there was no blue lily here, he definitely wasn’t leaving without you. There was no way he could now that he’d fallen in love.
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Idk who you are, I only found your blog like fifteen seconds ago, I would die for you
Thank you, kind stranger. More platonic writings await the future.
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Who I write for:
God of War
Demon Slayer
Naruto
My Hero Academia
JJK ( Jujutsu Kaisen)
Marvel Cinematic Universe Characters (no tv shows except for WandaVision, I haven’t seen the others, sorry)
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So who is your favourite Hashira?
And how do you think the would be waiting for their tsugukos after a more complicated than usual mission?
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My top favorite hashiras are Sanemi and Rengoku. But I’ll write for Sanemi!
Sanemi was sharp as steel on the outside. Losing your family in one night and seeking vengeance against demons for years to come will do that to you.
He was hard on everybody. There was no time for softness when Muzak could be getting stronger and stronger as each day passed.
And most people couldn’t handle the heat that Sanemi dealt during his strenuous ‘training sessions’.
That is, until you came along.
You appeared to be nothing special. Just another low-ranked demon slayer that was way over their head.
But when you survived Sanemi’s pulverizing training with little scars and a positive attitude, he knew that he wanted you to be his Tsuguko.
After talking with Ubuyashiki, you were called in and given the news.
The rest was history after that.
You proved yourself time and time again that you were a fierce demon slayer much like Sanemi.
But one day, you bid Sanemi a goodbye and he stilled at that, “Bye? The hell do you mean ‘bye’?” He’d asked you.
You were bowing low to him and sat up to explain yourself, “This mission I’m being sent on has had a lot of casualties. I’m being sent as one of the last options. If I fail, then one of the hashiras will be called in…” You took a deep breath, “I’m saying goodbye in case I don’t make it, Shinazugawa.”
Sanemi gritted his teeth at you, those cold eyes of his looking you up and down as if you were stupid. “(Y/N), you’re not going to die. You’re my tsuguko.”
“I’m not doubting your training, I’m just being realistic. We recently just lost Rengoku, did we not? This demon could be an underling of Muzan.”
“You’re talking crazy, I didn’t teach you to have this kind of attitude-“
“No.” You interrupted him. He was disturbed by how clear your eyes were, “My mother taught me this. I never got to say goodbye to her and I won’t make the same mistake twice.”
You bowed again and slowly rose to stand up, “I have to go now.” You turned heel and paused, looking at your teacher again, “Goodbye, Sanemi.”
Sanemi didn’t say anything. He had been flooded with a plethora of feelings he had shut himself away from for years.
And instead of getting angry at you-
He was left with a heavy sadness that wouldn’t go away no matter how much he trained or went on missions to beat it out onto other demons.
A week passed and you still hadn’t come back. He hoped that the mission was just far away.
Another 3 days passed, you still weren’t back. Maybe you were sent on another mission while you were out?
Two weeks now, you weren’t there. You must’ve been walking slow.
It had almost been three weeks when your crow came to his area and loudly announced that you’d successfully taken down the demon but had been critically injured. You were currently being held at the Butterfly Mansion.
Sanemi had never ran so fast.
When he arrived, he was taken to your private room. You were receiving a blood transfusion and sound asleep.
Shinobu was quick to explain that you’d received numerous wounds, one of which needed surgery. You’d also lost a good bit of blood that was also lost during surgery which was why the blood transfusion was needed.
The butterfly hashira wasn’t sure when you’d wake up, but she would be checking on you regularly since you’d received a bad concussion as well.
To say that Sanemi was relieved would be an understatement.
This wasn’t goodbye after all.
You awoke a week later and Sanemi was quick to threaten you with an agonizing training session.
You smiled weakly, “I almost die and this is how you treat me. I was hoping for a rare smile.”
He crossed his arms, “I trained you better than to almost die, dipshit. You were supposed to come out with few wounds.” He glanced at the bandages decorating your body, “It’s obvious that you need more training so this doesn’t happen again.”
You couldn’t even be mad at him. Sanemi was mean but you could see that he was hurt. He didn’t really think that you were weak.
He was saying this because he cared.
“I… I was really scared, you know.” Tears began to well in your eyes, “I really thought I was done for." You don't know why you were so emotional now. It might've been the pain medications that were being pumped into you.
Sanemi's glare softened ever so slightly and he sighed, "Don't start with that mushy stuff. You've made me suffer enough... We've both suffered enough... just... just don't do that again, you hear me?"
You wiped the tears from your face with a shaky hand, "No promises."
I'm such a bitch for platonic relationships! Don't be afraid to request more!
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When Nature Calls|Haganezuka x Baby!Reader
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This was just a funny little idea I’d thought up one day! If anyone wishes to see more one shots like this, just let me know!
You cooed curiously as you stared at the moving sky above you, cradled carefully in Kanamori’s arms wrapped up in a yellow blanket, Haganezuka walking alongside grumbling the entire way.
His anger appeared to grow, however, the closer you three got closer to the intended destination.
After a few moments of silence, you watched with innocent curiosity as Haganezuka’s anger reached its boiling point, the swordsmith handing his case to Kanamori and sprinting full speed at the approaching figure ahead of you.
Kanamori simply sighed, looking down at you through his mask, “I’m going to pray that you don’t end up like him, (Y/N), but I’m afraid that prayers can only do so much,” He spoke with mock grimness..
Once Haganezuka stopped his assault and calmed down, they all sat themselves down in an open room within the Butterfly Mansion.
Kanamori took the time to unwrap you from your soft confinement, allowing you to stretch your chubby limbs across the floor and handing you your favorite toy, a red clothed bunny, which you happily stuck into your mouth.
Tanjiro stared down at you with a soft smile, “So, who’s this?” he asked, smiling wider when you started to stare at him with wide eyes.
“This is our newest addition in the Swordsmith village, (Y/N). She’s an orphan that the kids found in the surrounding woods,” He shifted a bit, helping you pick up your dropped toy, “I brought her here for a check-up.”
Tanjiro brought one of his fingers to your vacant hand, letting you grab it as you attempted to stuff it into your mouth but Tanjiro just chuckled as he was quick to take his finger back before you could. “She’s cute. Did you adopt her?”
“Not exactly,” Kanamori hummed, “The whole village kind of pitches in to care for her, my schedule was free this week, so my wife and I are caring for her at the moment. Even Haganezuka-san cares for her.”
Tanjiro’s head backed slightly in surprise, “Really? Haganezuka-san, I never would’ve thought you liked kids.”
“I don’t.” The swordsmith denied with crossed arms, “She’s a pain in the ass who does nothing but cry and shit.”
Kanamori tilted his head, his voice teasing, “You think that? I could’ve sworn I saw you talking to her about swords when you were feeding her the other day… maybe it was a dream…”
Despite the man’s face being masked, Tanjiro could smell the embarrassment coming from Haganezuka’s being.
“Well,” Kanamori scooped you up as he stood, “If you excuse me, I have to take (Y/N)-chan to her check-up. I’ll be back soon.”
Haganezuka nodded, “Good, while you’re gone, I’ll explain to Tanjiro how hard I worked on this sword.”
‘Gods, if you can hear me, please help!’ Tanjiro silently prayed.
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The check-up went just fine and you were now having the time of her life playing with Shinobu’s assistants on one of the vacant med beds.
“She’s so cuuute!” Kiyo cooed, wiggling her finger in your face.
“And so small!” Naho added, poking at the baby’s plump stomach and earning a loud squeal from you.
“She smells nice too!” Sumi giggled, admiring the baby smell.
Aoi puffed her cheeks with a sad pout, “Hmph! I wish that she could be my baby sister! I could teach her all kinds of things and watch her grow up!”
You cooed out loudly, sticking Kiyo’s finger into your mouth and gumming at it happily.
“Ewww! No, (Y/N)-chan, my finger isn’t food!” she scolded playfully, gently pulling her finger away, laughing with the other girls.
Unfortunately, you didn’t find it funny, angrily scrunching your face up at the loss of your new toy and the newfound hunger aching in your stomach, and let out a loud cry.
The girls immediately began to flounder around you, alarmed at your loud crying and flustered at the unfortunate predicament.
“Oh no, oh no! You got her upset, what should we do?”
“I didn’t mean to upset her, I’m sorry, (Y/N)-chan!” Kiyo cried.
Aoi was the first to act, “Calm down, you guys, she’s probably just hungry. I’ll take her Haganezuka-san.”
You continued to cry even after Aoi picked you up in her arms and took you to Haganezuka, who was still torturing Tanjiro about how hard he worked on his new sword.
The swordsmith stopped his rant, both he and Tanjiro looking at Aoi, the loud crying getting their attention.
“Sorry for interrupting, but I think (Y/N)-chan is hungry, here you go.” Aoi forced your squirming body into Haganezuka’s arms and promptly left the room.
“I DON’T WANT HER!” Haganezuka shouted after the girl, holding you at arms length, “TAKE HER TO KANAMORI!” But it was too late, Aoi was either too far away or chose to ignore his screams of protest because she didn’t come back as he’d demanded.
They sat in awkward silence over (Y/N)’s crying before Tanjiro spoke, “Uhh… do you want me to… get Kanamori for you?”
Haganezuka went quiet for a moment and sighed, “No… I can feed her. Kanamori probably planned for this to happen, that damned bastard.” he muttered, pulling out a glass bottle filled with water and pouring powdered formula into it.
As Haganezuka stuck the nipple onto the bottle and eased it into your mouth, he began to speak again, right where he left off before Aoi interrupted him.
Tanjiro had never wanted to die before, he had prayed to the gods that the swordsmith had forgotten about his rant but those prayers sadly hadn’t been answered. Of course Haganezuka didn’t forget, why would he forget?
‘Just smile and nod,’ Tanjiro repeated to himself like a prayer.
He continued to listen to Haganezuka as respectfully as he could before he heard a small grunt leave you and glanced down to see you happily drinking the formula milk with drunken content, eyes half-lidded.
Tanjiro would’ve thought the scene was really cute, had it not been for the wet spot that was slowly growing on the swordsmith’s sunflower robe.
Oh no.
“... Haganezuka-san?” Tanjiro called out.
You grunted again against the nipple of the bottle and Tanjiro’s nose wrinkled as another new, putrid smell wafted into his nostrils.
With the wet spot still growing, Tanjiro called out for the swordsmith again, hoping that he would stop and notice.
The swordsmith was too focused on his rant, however, because he didn’t listen to Tanjiro or notice the growing warmth in his lap, nor the smell coming from you.
“Haganezuka-san,” Tanjiro tried again, but still no acknowledgement as his face scrunched with both disgust and second-hand embarrassment.
Just as Tanjiro opened his mouth again, Kanamori stepped into the room with a small greeting before pausing where he stepped, obviously seeing the huge wet spot on his friend’s lap where you were cradled, drinking the few last drops of your milk.
Haganezuka stared up at his swordsmith partner, “Why are you standing there like that?”
“Don’t get upset,” Kanamori warned softly, “But it seems that nature called sweet (Y/N) while she was feeding on your lap.”
Haganezuka stilled, his body frozen. He stiffly shifted his head down to look at you in all your milk drunken glory and began to shake when he finally noticed the still warm wet spot on his robe. It didn’t help that he could smell your other present either.
Before he could lose his temper, Kanamori snatched you out of Haganezuka’s lap and took you away to be changed.
Tanjiro turned back to the still swordsmith with a worried glance, “I’ll just… leave you to clean up. Thank you for the sword!”
Haganezuka spent the next hour screaming before he calmed down again.
“Unbelievable! Unbelievable!” He shouted as they began to leave, “Just when I’m starting to like you, you piss on me! Not only that, but you decided to take a shit too! That was my favorite robe! Now it stinks of baby piss, you asshole!” You giggle with glee as he jabbed a finger at you, “DON’T LAUGH! THIS ISN’T FUNNY!”
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Rengoku x Tsuguko!Reader|
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You may have had a good rep for being the Flame Hashira’s tsuguko, but that wasn’t all you were known for.
And no, it wasn’t your talent and amazing speed that almost matched Rengoku himself.
It was your ability to hide both wounds and pain.
You had quite the knack for pulling pokerfaces and playing off your injuries to be less horrendous than they really were.
Unfortunately, soon after becoming Rengoku’s tsuguko, he was quick to see through your facade and busted you numerous times.  He let you know immediately that hiding injuries wouldn’t get far with him.  He’d always find out one way or another.
Like that one time when you’d been play-fighting with Inosuke you’d managed to break two of your fingers and continued playing.  You were stopped by a disgusted Zenitsu who’d heard your fingers crack and were sent to Rengoku’s with your fingers splinted.
And that other time when you had come back from a mission bruised to hell from a demon stomping your stomach.  You had hidden it pretty well until Rengoku had noticed that you weren’t sleeping on your stomach when you’d laid down for the night.  When he questioned it, you played it off and stated that your stomach was slightly sore, nothing less, nothing more.
The Hashira obviously hadn’t been happy with that answer and next thing you knew, you were wrestling with your sensei, trying to keep his arms from untying your yukata to gain access to your stomach.
The ridiculousness of the situation had gotten to you and laughter began bubbling from your mouth without fail, a ghost of a wince on your face from the pain on your stomach.
Rengoku hadn’t been smiling though, soon winning the battle and glancing at your horribly bruised abdomen when he moved your top.  He’d touched just below your bandaged chest before straightening.
“(Y/N), you have swelling on your ribs.  Does it hurt to breathe?” He’d asked.
You both later found out that you’d broken 4 ribs.
Needless to say, Rengoku kept a closer eye on you after that.
Which brought you to today’s predicament.
“(Y/N)-sama, are you sure you weren’t injured?” A kakushi asked, scanning you down.  They knew very well about your little habit of hiding injuries and they didn’t want the Flame Hashira down their throats for not checking on his tsuguko properly.
You waved the kakushi off with a smile, “I’m fine.  Just a few cuts, don’t worry about me.  I think that the lower ranks are in need of care more than me.”  Unbeknownst to them, you were injured and it wasn’t a small cut either.  
The demon had slashed you good earlier, once on the back and then again on your stomach.  Thankfully, you had stopped the bleeding with your breathing, so you believed that the injuries weren’t that bad.  Sure, they hurt but it wasn’t life-threatening, so it wasn’t anything serious.
The kakushi slowly left you, eyeing you suspiciously with a look that screamed ‘you’d better not be lying’ before disappearing to take care of any other injured slayers.
You went about the rest of your day after that, successfully avoiding Rengoku since he’d been on missions back to back and didn’t get the chance to talk long enough to gain suspicion.
Unfortunately, about 2 days after, while you were playing with Inosuke, he suddenly stopped.
You shakily stood up, blinking at him dazedly.  You’d been feeling off all day and your wounds were hurting a lot more than when you’d first gotten them.
“What?” You questioned as Inosuke’s shoulders slumped with an annoyed groan.
“You’re hurt again!” He exclaimed knowingly, “Your movements aren’t as sharp as mine and you keep shaking!”  The boar man never voiced it, but it worried him when you played off your pain.  
“No, I’m not.” You willed your body to stop shaking to prove a point, “See?” A wave of nausea came over you, but you kept your face straight, showing no signs of discomfort to the pig-headed boy.
“MONJIRO! TENISTU!”  He may have seemed dumb, but Inosuke knew that Tanjiro and Zenitsu were one of the only few that could guilt-trip you into getting medical attention.
At Inosuke’s retreating body, you took that as your cue to leave and turned heel.  That movement caused even more nausea and water sounded refreshing so you took a quick trip to the stream near the butterfly mansion.  Hopefully some water could quell the nausea bubbling in your throat.
Everything was fine.  You were just a little under the wind.
Ok.
You admit it.
Something is definitely wrong and you really regret not allowing the kakushi to check you.
It was late, past midnight, when you were awoken by the pain radiating from both your wounds.  You couldn’t find any comfortable way to lay down and moaned miserably into your pillow.  Every movement caused pain to shoot into your side and back and nausea to come back into your throat.
Rengoku wasn’t back from today’s mission yet, so hopefully you could get medical help without running into him and getting a scolding.
Pushing past the aches that possessed your body, you stood up slowly to keep your nausea down and gasped out when you moved too fast, a warm, wet feeling going down the front and back of your yakata.
Looking down, you saw liquid crimson slowly taking over the light blue fabric of your yukata. The nausea came back full force and you scrambled outside, painfully grasping your side and throwing up on the rocks past the engawa.
“(Y/N)?” The familiar voice of your sensei filled your ears and you pitifully glanced up at him.
Those golden eyes of his that always stared confidently were now overtaken with worry.
This was all your stupid fault.
“Rengoku!” You called out hoarsely, hands leaving your wounds to show the blood on your hands like a child revealing candy they’d stolen from the drawer, “P-Please don’t be mad…” You trailed off with a low groan, your vision going black as Rengoku launched forward.
“(Y/N)!”
You awoke feeling way better but still in pain. You quickly noticed that you were also in the butterfly estate and your injuries were bandaged with great proficiency.
Shinobu must've treated you herself.
"I see that you're awake."
You snapped your head to the side to see Rengoku sitting at the side of your bed, arms crossed and that usual smile on his face. Though, you couldn't help but notice that it was somehow... brighter than usual.
You didn't bother sitting up, Rengoku would just make you lie back down. "I'm so-"
Rengoku raised a hand to stop you, "No need, (Y/N). I admire how headstrong you are but we'll have to put a stop to your habit of hiding injuries."
You frowned slightly.
It's not like every injury you get automatically needs to be treated, that would be a waste of time and also take up resources that someone else needed more.
"And I've got the perfect solution to that. I had plenty of time to think while you rested up for 3 days."
"Three days?!" Recovery was going to suck. You looked back to your mentor with a nervous glance, "So... about stopping my habit?"
Rengoku smiled impossibly wider at that, "Ah, yes! From now on, if you aren't honest about every injury that you get, you will be placed on lockdown and put under watch of any hashira that is free, no matter how small the injury."
Your jaw dropped at that, "WHAT?! So if I get a scratch on my leg, I have to tell you?"
"Precisely!" He beamed, "However, if you don't want to agree to such conditions, then you can no longer be my tsukugo." He uncrossed his arms, resting them in his lap, "(Y/N), I can't have someone with a reckless habit like yours as my tsukugo. If you can show me that your willing to show some weakness and accept help, then I'll be willing to work with you. What do you say?"
It would be dumb to decline his offer.
And what you did had been a bit reckless on your part. You probably would've died if Rengoku hadn't found you right before you passed out.
You probably worried Tanjiro and his friends, too.
Tears welled in your eyes and you nodded, "Yeah, I can do it... I'm really sorry." You sniffed.
Rengoku simply reached out and gently patted your hand laying on your chest.
You would both work this out together.
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You may have had a good rep for being the Flame Hashira’s tsuguko, but that wasn’t all you were known for.
And no, it wasn’t your talent and amazing speed that almost matched Rengoku himself.
It was your ability to hide both wounds and pain.
You had quite the knack for pulling pokerfaces and playing off your injuries to be less horrendous than they really were.
Unfortunately, soon after becoming Rengoku’s tsuguko, he was quick to see through your facade and busted you numerous times.  He let you know immediately that hiding injuries wouldn’t get far with him.  He’d always find out one way or another.
Like that one time when you’d been play-fighting with Inosuke you’d managed to break two of your fingers and continued playing.  You were stopped by a disgusted Zenitsu who’d heard your fingers crack and were sent to Rengoku’s with your fingers splinted.
And that other time when you had come back from a mission bruised to hell from a demon stomping your stomach.  You had hidden it pretty well until Rengoku had noticed that you weren’t sleeping on your stomach when you’d laid down for the night.  When he questioned it, you played it off and stated that your stomach was slightly sore, nothing less, nothing more.
The Hashira obviously hadn’t been happy with that answer and next thing you knew, you were wrestling with your sensei, trying to keep his arms from untying your yukata to gain access to your stomach.
The ridiculousness of the situation had gotten to you and laughter began bubbling from your mouth without fail, a ghost of a wince on your face from the pain on your stomach.
Rengoku hadn’t been smiling though, soon winning the battle and glancing at your horribly bruised abdomen when he moved your top.  He’d touched just below your bandaged chest before straightening.
“(Y/N), you have swelling on your ribs.  Does it hurt to breathe?” He’d asked.
You both later found out that you’d broken 4 ribs.
Needless to say, Rengoku kept a closer eye on you after that.
Which brought you to today’s predicament.
“(Y/N)-sama, are you sure you weren’t injured?” A kakushi asked, scanning you down.  They knew very well about your little habit of hiding injuries and they didn’t want the Flame Hashira down their throats for not checking on his tsuguko properly.
You waved the kakushi off with a smile, “I’m fine.  Just a few cuts, don’t worry about me.  I think that the lower ranks are in need of care more than me.”  Unbeknownst to them, you were injured and it wasn’t a small cut either.  
The demon had slashed you good earlier, once on the back and then again on your stomach.  Thankfully, you had stopped the bleeding with your breathing, so you believed that the injuries weren’t that bad.  Sure, they hurt but it wasn’t life-threatening, so it wasn’t anything serious.
The kakushi slowly left you, eyeing you suspiciously with a look that screamed ‘you’d better not be lying’ before disappearing to take care of any other injured slayers.
You went about the rest of your day after that, successfully avoiding Rengoku since he’d been on missions back to back and didn’t get the chance to talk long enough to gain suspicion.
Unfortunately, about 2 days after, while you were playing with Inosuke, he suddenly stopped.
You shakily stood up, blinking at him dazedly.  You’d been feeling off all day and your wounds were hurting a lot more than when you’d first gotten them.
“What?” You questioned as Inosuke’s shoulders slumped with an annoyed groan.
“You’re hurt again!” He exclaimed knowingly, “Your movements aren’t as sharp as mine and you keep shaking!”  The boar man never voiced it, but it worried him when you played off your pain.  
“No, I’m not.” You willed your body to stop shaking to prove a point, “See?” A wave of nausea came over you, but you kept your face straight, showing no signs of discomfort to the pig-headed boy.
“MONJIRO! TENISTU!”  He may have seemed dumb, but Inosuke knew that Tanjiro and Zenitsu were one of the only few that could guilt-trip you into getting medical attention.
At Inosuke’s retreating body, you took that as your cue to leave and turned heel.  That movement caused even more nausea and water sounded refreshing so you took a quick trip to the stream near the butterfly mansion.  Hopefully some water could quell the nausea bubbling in your throat.
Everything was fine.  You were just a little under the wind.
Ok.
You admit it.
Something is definitely wrong and you really regret not allowing the kakushi to check you.
It was late, past midnight, when you were awoken by the pain radiating from both your wounds.  You couldn’t find any comfortable way to lay down and moaned miserably into your pillow.  Every movement caused pain to shoot into your side and back and nausea to come back into your throat.
Rengoku wasn’t back from today’s mission yet, so hopefully you could get medical help without running into him and getting a scolding.
Pushing past the aches that possessed your body, you stood up slowly to keep your nausea down and gasped out when you moved too fast, a warm, wet feeling going down the front and back of your yakata.
Looking down, you saw liquid crimson slowly taking over the light blue fabric of your yukata. The nausea came back full force and you scrambled outside, painfully grasping your side and throwing up on the rocks past the engawa.
“(Y/N)?” The familiar voice of your sensei filled your ears and you pitifully glanced up at him.
Those golden eyes of his that always stared confidently were now overtaken with worry.
This was all your stupid fault.
“Rengoku!” You called out hoarsely, hands leaving your wounds to show the blood on your hands like a child revealing candy they’d stolen from the drawer, “P-Please don’t be mad…” You trailed off with a low groan, your vision going black as Rengoku launched forward.
“(Y/N)!”
You awoke feeling way better but still in pain. You quickly noticed that you were also in the butterfly estate and your injuries were bandaged with great proficiency.
Shinobu must've treated you herself.
"I see that you're awake."
You snapped your head to the side to see Rengoku sitting at the side of your bed, arms crossed and that usual smile on his face. Though, you couldn't help but notice that it was somehow... brighter than usual.
You didn't bother sitting up, Rengoku would just make you lie back down. "I'm so-"
Rengoku raised a hand to stop you, "No need, (Y/N). I admire how headstrong you are but we'll have to put a stop to your habit of hiding injuries."
You frowned slightly.
It's not like every injury you get automatically needs to be treated, that would be a waste of time and also take up resources that someone else needed more.
"And I've got the perfect solution to that. I had plenty of time to think while you rested up for 3 days."
"Three days?!" Recovery was going to suck. You looked back to your mentor with a nervous glance, "So... about stopping my habit?"
Rengoku smiled impossibly wider at that, "Ah, yes! From now on, if you aren't honest about every injury that you get, you will be placed on lockdown and put under watch of any hashira that is free, no matter how small the injury."
Your jaw dropped at that, "WHAT?! So if I get a scratch on my leg, I have to tell you?"
"Precisely!" He beamed, "However, if you don't want to agree to such conditions, then you can no longer be my tsukugo." He uncrossed his arms, resting them in his lap, "(Y/N), I can't have someone with a reckless habit like yours as my tsukugo. If you can show me that your willing to show some weakness and accept help, then I'll be willing to work with you. What do you say?"
It would be dumb to decline his offer.
And what you did had been a bit reckless on your part. You probably would've died if Rengoku hadn't found you right before you passed out.
You probably worried Tanjiro and his friends, too.
Tears welled in your eyes and you nodded, "Yeah, I can do it... I'm really sorry." You sniffed.
Rengoku simply reached out and gently patted your hand laying on your chest.
You would both work this out together.
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You may have had a good rep for being the Flame Hashira’s tsuguko, but that wasn’t all you were known for.
And no, it wasn’t your talent and amazing speed that almost matched Rengoku himself.
It was your ability to hide both wounds and pain.
You had quite the knack for pulling pokerfaces and playing off your injuries to be less horrendous than they really were.
Unfortunately, soon after becoming Rengoku’s tsuguko, he was quick to see through your facade and busted you numerous times.  He let you know immediately that hiding injuries wouldn’t get far with him.  He’d always find out one way or another.
Like that one time when you’d been play-fighting with Inosuke you’d managed to break two of your fingers and continued playing.  You were stopped by a disgusted Zenitsu who’d heard your fingers crack and were sent to Rengoku’s with your fingers splinted.
And that other time when you had come back from a mission bruised to hell from a demon stomping your stomach.  You had hidden it pretty well until Rengoku had noticed that you weren’t sleeping on your stomach when you’d laid down for the night.  When he questioned it, you played it off and stated that your stomach was slightly sore, nothing less, nothing more.
The Hashira obviously hadn’t been happy with that answer and next thing you knew, you were wrestling with your sensei, trying to keep his arms from untying your yukata to gain access to your stomach.
The ridiculousness of the situation had gotten to you and laughter began bubbling from your mouth without fail, a ghost of a wince on your face from the pain on your stomach.
Rengoku hadn’t been smiling though, soon winning the battle and glancing at your horribly bruised abdomen when he moved your top.  He’d touched just below your bandaged chest before straightening.
“(Y/N), you have swelling on your ribs.  Does it hurt to breathe?” He’d asked.
You both later found out that you’d broken 4 ribs.
Needless to say, Rengoku kept a closer eye on you after that.
Which brought you to today’s predicament.
“(Y/N)-sama, are you sure you weren’t injured?” A kakushi asked, scanning you down.  They knew very well about your little habit of hiding injuries and they didn’t want the Flame Hashira down their throats for not checking on his tsuguko properly.
You waved the kakushi off with a smile, “I’m fine.  Just a few cuts, don’t worry about me.  I think that the lower ranks are in need of care more than me.”  Unbeknownst to them, you were injured and it wasn’t a small cut either.  
The demon had slashed you good earlier, once on the back and then again on your stomach.  Thankfully, you had stopped the bleeding with your breathing, so you believed that the injuries weren’t that bad.  Sure, they hurt but it wasn’t life-threatening, so it wasn’t anything serious.
The kakushi slowly left you, eyeing you suspiciously with a look that screamed ‘you’d better not be lying’ before disappearing to take care of any other injured slayers.
You went about the rest of your day after that, successfully avoiding Rengoku since he’d been on missions back to back and didn’t get the chance to talk long enough to gain suspicion.
Unfortunately, about 2 days after, while you were playing with Inosuke, he suddenly stopped.
You shakily stood up, blinking at him dazedly.  You’d been feeling off all day and your wounds were hurting a lot more than when you’d first gotten them.
“What?” You questioned as Inosuke’s shoulders slumped with an annoyed groan.
“You’re hurt again!” He exclaimed knowingly, “Your movements aren’t as sharp as mine and you keep shaking!”  The boar man never voiced it, but it worried him when you played off your pain.  
“No, I’m not.” You willed your body to stop shaking to prove a point, “See?” A wave of nausea came over you, but you kept your face straight, showing no signs of discomfort to the pig-headed boy.
“MONJIRO! TENISTU!”  He may have seemed dumb, but Inosuke knew that Tanjiro and Zenitsu were one of the only few that could guilt-trip you into getting medical attention.
At Inosuke’s retreating body, you took that as your cue to leave and turned heel.  That movement caused even more nausea and water sounded refreshing so you took a quick trip to the stream near the butterfly mansion.  Hopefully some water could quell the nausea bubbling in your throat.
Everything was fine.  You were just a little under the wind.
Ok.
You admit it.
Something is definitely wrong and you really regret not allowing the kakushi to check you.
It was late, past midnight, when you were awoken by the pain radiating from both your wounds.  You couldn’t find any comfortable way to lay down and moaned miserably into your pillow.  Every movement caused pain to shoot into your side and back and nausea to come back into your throat.
Rengoku wasn’t back from today’s mission yet, so hopefully you could get medical help without running into him and getting a scolding.
Pushing past the aches that possessed your body, you stood up slowly to keep your nausea down and gasped out when you moved too fast, a warm, wet feeling going down the front and back of your yakata.
Looking down, you saw liquid crimson slowly taking over the light blue fabric of your yukata. The nausea came back full force and you scrambled outside, painfully grasping your side and throwing up on the rocks past the engawa.
“(Y/N)?” The familiar voice of your sensei filled your ears and you pitifully glanced up at him.
Those golden eyes of his that always stared confidently were now overtaken with worry.
This was all your stupid fault.
“Rengoku!” You called out hoarsely, hands leaving your wounds to show the blood on your hands like a child revealing candy they’d stolen from the drawer, “P-Please don’t be mad…” You trailed off with a low groan, your vision going black as Rengoku launched forward.
“(Y/N)!”
You awoke feeling way better but still in pain. You quickly noticed that you were also in the butterfly estate and your injuries were bandaged with great proficiency.
Shinobu must've treated you herself.
"I see that you're awake."
You snapped your head to the side to see Rengoku sitting at the side of your bed, arms crossed and that usual smile on his face. Though, you couldn't help but notice that it was somehow... brighter than usual.
You didn't bother sitting up, Rengoku would just make you lie back down. "I'm so-"
Rengoku raised a hand to stop you, "No need, (Y/N). I admire how headstrong you are but we'll have to put a stop to your habit of hiding injuries."
You frowned slightly.
It's not like every injury you get automatically needs to be treated, that would be a waste of time and also take up resources that someone else needed more.
"And I've got the perfect solution to that. I had plenty of time to think while you rested up for 3 days."
"Three days?!" Recovery was going to suck. You looked back to your mentor with a nervous glance, "So... about stopping my habit?"
Rengoku smiled impossibly wider at that, "Ah, yes! From now on, if you aren't honest about every injury that you get, you will be placed on lockdown and put under watch of any hashira that is free, no matter how small the injury."
Your jaw dropped at that, "WHAT?! So if I get a scratch on my leg, I have to tell you?"
"Precisely!" He beamed, "However, if you don't want to agree to such conditions, then you can no longer be my tsukugo." He uncrossed his arms, resting them in his lap, "(Y/N), I can't have someone with a reckless habit like yours as my tsukugo. If you can show me that your willing to show some weakness and accept help, then I'll be willing to work with you. What do you say?"
It would be dumb to decline his offer.
And what you did had been a bit reckless on your part. You probably would've died if Rengoku hadn't found you right before you passed out.
You probably worried Tanjiro and his friends, too.
Tears welled in your eyes and you nodded, "Yeah, I can do it... I'm really sorry." You sniffed.
Rengoku simply reached out and gently patted your hand laying on your chest.
You would both work this out together.
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