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U!Sanemi x f!reader hc 1

MDNI, 18+, swearing

the time you fell in the well and he rescued you (angst, fluff ending dont worry)

word count: 2k

Ok first of all, the afternoon weather was perfect for a nap. It was cloudy with a gentle breeze, and you couldn’t help it when you inevitably dozed off from where you were sitting on the well, back leaned against one of the supporting beams.

Sanemi had left for a village patrol last night so you had no clue when he was coming back. Could anyone really blame you for being so bored you got sleepy?

You know when you’re in the nodding off stage and then you get that sinking feeling where you’re falling and you jolt awake like OH SHIT

Yeah that, but like in your drowsy state you started leaning inwards and you’re actually FALLING INTO THE WELL OHMYGOD

And this is how you know Kami exists because in a world where there isn’t one? You’d be straight up dead.

But you’re not because being jolted awake has left you frozen and unflailing, leading a smooth and unscraped dive into the well-filled well. Hah, you’re still funny even in a life threatening situation.

As soon as you resurfaced, you were lucky AGAIN realising you could feel the sandy bottom of the well when you tiptoe. Okay, so the water’s not deep.

First thing you did was grab the floating bucket, and you immediately regret your decision because the worn out rope that was attached to it? SNAPPED.

Now what? Climb? Okay, so you tried but there were no edges along the stone walls for your pruny fingers to grip on.

Maybe hysteria was starting to sink in or whatever, but you were pretty sure it was the most logical thing to do. You started screaming for Sorai, even though Kami knows where that bird goes off to sometimes.

And this. This is the moment you realise you must’ve been a MONK in your past life, because bless the heavens the bird actually heard you. You could barely make out the black blorb when you looked up, but his anxious caw echoing down confirmed he heard you.

Relief floods you, but then the damn thing fleW AWAY?? WHAT. You knew the Kasugai technically didn’t serve you, but what the hell? You fed the son of a bird. Yeah, and after all that? Leaving you to die? So not cool. Wait.

“IS IT BECAUSE YOU SAW ME EATING YOUR BIRDSEED? I SAID I WAS SORRY!”

Ah fuck, he’s probably gone. You must’ve been in there for at least an hour, and then you saw it.

A flash of lightning. Followed by a loud boom of thunder. And then. Then it started. The thick clouds that hung in the afternoon had come closer to the earth, darkening the sky, and began pouring rain.

Oh no. This is how you were gonna die isn’t it. You knew you should’ve gotten round to fixing the missing planks on the roof of the well when you first got here. This is some sick punishment for your procrastinating. You could feel the water level rising as more and more rain poured down on you.

Meanwhile, Sanemi was just done with his patrol, strolling back home unbothered by the weather as his breathing technique forms an umbrella of swirling air on top of him, keeping him dry by redirecting the rain away from him. Does he do this just to make himself look cool? Oh yeah, definitely. He’s having his main character moment right here.

That umbrella breaks though, when his stupid crow crashed straight into his chest. Immediately, rainwater thwaps on his entire frame. He’s drenched, pissed and ready to murder the bird.

“WIFE! WELL!”

What the fuck, of course his wife is doing well, he’s been doing a pretty good job of being your husband, if he does say so himself. He smacked the bird away and continues his ruined walk in the rain home.

“WIFE! IN WELL!!”

What?

“SHE FELL! IN WELL!!”

Oh no.

What did you get into this time? He’s sprinting now, and he’s rushed his way home in two minutes when a normal person trying to run through this downpour would probably take three hours.

He fucking jumps over the WHOLE estate to land in the backyard and he’s scrambled over to the well, looking down and it’s only when he sees the faint glint of your hair does he realise you’ve been completely submerged unconscious.

Now Sanemi’s panicking inside, a nasty little voice in the back of his head is 90% sure you’re dead it’s too late you’ve probably been in there for hours by now. You’re a horrible horrible person you can’t even keep your wife alive.

He’s grinding his teeth and he’s tangled his fingers into his hair and tugged so hard his scalp was starting to sting. The increasing rumbles of thunder implying the worsening storm nearing was definitely not helping. Okay, no. He needs to do something. Like now.

So he unsheathes his katana, snapping it in half over his knee and jumping straight into the well.

He lands a careful dive to not crash into you, and he throws your limp body over his shoulder with his forearm. There’s a faint sting in his right hand as the blade digs deeper into his palm and across his fingers.

He jabs both blades into stone and he heaves the both of you up with sheer arm strength alone. Blood is trickling down his entire forearm by this point, but he’s in tunnel vision mode and he’s only focused on stabbing and climbing.

When you’ve both surfaced, he’s quick to throw his blades aside and lay you down to perform CPR.

After a solid few minutes, your body jerked into consciousness as you gagged, a bucketful of well-water vomitted all over yourself.

You’d keep coughing as he shifts you to lean against the well. By this point, the adrenaline rush had crashed, and he feels his blood boil realising the stupidity of the deadly position you put yourself in. And so, he yells.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? I can’t leave you alone for one fucking day just to do my job? I mean, how do you even-”

Sanemi swipes at the wet hair against his forehead with his bloodied hand, but it’s the way you flinched hard that has his throat close up and cut off his shouting.

His heart clenches as you blink owlishly up at him, fat tears rolling down your face as your pale (almost blueish now) lips trembled. Hell, your entire frame was shivering from the cold.

Ah, fuck. Sanemi’s not evil okay, he’s got a heart under that rough exterior. He knew if he was a cute little thing that fell in a well in a bad storm, woke up puking over himself, and the first thing he sees is an angry gremlin screaming at him, he’d be pretty upset too.

So he pinches the bridge of his nose and takes a deep breath, and gently lifts you bridal style back into the safety of your home. He’d put you in a spare room with a bunch of fluffy towels and one of his sleeping robes to change into. And he grants you your privacy as he leaves you in that room to start a fire on the irori. He’d still hear the way you’d choke down your sobs though, and he can’t lie, it stings more in his chest than his bleeding hand does when he knows you’re crying because of him.

Once he’s got the fireplace going with a warm flame, he heads back to knock softly before sliding opening the room door when he heard no shuffling.

And Sanemi’s heart absolutely sank. You had positioned yourself into the deepest apology bow you could scrunch yourself into, the dogeza, and you were still trembling from the cold as you tried to stop your sniffles.

“Shujin-”

“Stop that,” he hissed, grabbing your arm to drag you out to the fireplace. He’d loosen his grip when you squeaked in pain, and he’d mumble his softest sorry before he left for his room, leaving you alone to warm your shivering body for the rest of the night.

Two days have passed since the incident. And you’re doing that thing again. That thing where you punished yourself by kneeling in the kitchen all day, staring blankly like some mindless submissive bitch waiting for her master to tell her what to do. He knew you weren’t eating as well, you felt like you didn’t deserve any food that your gracious life-saving husband put in front of you.

He hates it. He hates that he had hurt you, made you feel like an absolute burden to him just because he had been careless with his words. When in reality you’ve annoyingly wiggled your cute way into his heart, and now he wants to fight the whole world to protect you.

So when he sees the unfortunately familiar look of fatigue start to show on your face, he has to step in. He’d kneel in front of you, and your empty gaze is filled with confusion as your eyes meet.

After a moment of silence as he carefully picks his words,

"Listen, I shouldn't have shouted at you like that. You were in a vulnerable position…and I was… emotional. It's my fault." He'd mutter as he timidly takes your tiny hands in his.

“Okay.”

You got up and left to the backyard which he took as his cue to leave you alone. It took alot of willpower to not peek just to check in on you, so Sanemi finds himself stress making ohagi, immediately inhaling the entire plate (after saving one for you of course).

He starts pacing by the door after cleaning up, and it’s only when he hears a weird tapping sound does he rush outside. He absolutely almost shits himself when he sees you’re on the roof of the well. How the fuck did you even-

You were awkwardly hammering some spare planks to cover up the patches on the roof, and his loud dash had startled you into leaning back.

His eyes widened, and he dives forward just in time to catch you in his arms. He would’ve seen the way your eyes flashed with fear at having him come to your rescue for another stupid reason again, but he had his head tilted back as he lets out a crazed chuckle of relief.

Oh, no. You’ve done it. You’ve broken your husband and now he’s a crazy person that laughs when you almost died. Again.

Your fear is immediately washed away as you lock eyes, and his fondness is overflowing as you look back at him all confused and doe-like.

“You just love finding new ways to get into my arms, don’t you?” He smirked, laughing again when you let out an indignant sound as you pretend-struggled to get out of his grip. Neither of you say it, but you’re both glad the tension between you had dissipated.

He brings you inside and guides you to the lit fireplace and sits you in his lap, letting your back relax into his chest. He'd pinch off a piece of the ohagi he had been saving for you and held it near your mouth, and he keeps it there till you finally give in and begin to nibble your first meal in days.

When you finally work your way around finishing the piece, he'd gently rub your shivering arms. You were still wearing his sleeping robe from two nights ago, he frowned internally. The winter months were coming soon, so he keeps a mental note to look for thicker clothes for you.

You let out a little burp and tried to brush it off with an embarrassed giggle, and he just dies a little inside at how absolutely adorable it was. You’d whisper the sweetest thank you to ever grace his ears and he feels his heartbeat pick up when you nuzzle your head to rest under his chin. But if you even dare to ask, he’d blame the heat from the fire for the reason his face was turning the faintest shade of pink.

You were warm, in your heart and in his embrace, so it was only natural you’d begin to doze off. Sanemi is frozen, he feels the same way anyone does when a cute animal sleeps in your lap. He’s the chosen one.

…and he can’t move if he doesn’t want to risk waking you from your nap.

“Uh…”

A/N:

BAM! and in one day whaaat. feels good to pump this one out for all of yall ily all my precious lovelies 🥹

just in case I haven’t made it clear, U!Sanemi has 3 main qualities:

1) Absolute SIMP

2) He’s got a down bad case of cuteness aggression

3) He’s an awkward shy boy who doesn’t know how to speak his feelings. He’s really trying though cmon give him a chance 🥺

There’s also two things that fueled this burst of writing, my need to give yall what you want and also… the late afternoon oat milk white chocolate mocha that i absolutely a b s o r b e d

not that that would mean anything its like 2am rn as im uploading this LMAO

taglist of ✨beautiful people✨:

@sunaswife @mac-the-oregonian @noelledleapier @therulerofanime @calamitykor @screeeechqueen @a-single-pizza @multilingual-birb @settingmyheartablaze

#sanemi headcannons #sanemi angst #sanemi fluff #demon slayer sanemi #sanemi imagines #sanemi shinaguzawa #demon slayer #kinetsu no yaiba #kny #sanemi x reader #sanemi x you

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oatmilkandcookies · 2 years

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U!Sanemi x f!reader headcanons

reminder: these headcanons are based off of my chaptered fic Unless, which you can read here, warnings apply the same for this thread as they do the fic, enjoy 🥰

this thread is also open for requests !! hit me with your best everyone, U!Y/N is highkey a dumbass its hilarious

angst: ♡

fluff/funny: ♢

smut SUGGESTIVE: ♤

the time you fell in the well and he rescued you ♡

the time you found out about his love for dogs ♢

the time you asked him about his job♢

the time you accidentally got drunk from fruits♢♤

the time you pranked him when he tried to learn cooking from you♢

the time you made mini Hashira cosplays for Sorai♢

the time you tried to figure out his dating history/his ideal type♢

the time you tried to seduce him ♤

the time he tried to seduce you 😳 ♤

the time he made you cry ♡

the time you fucked up (and it involves his beetle)♢

the time you learnt how to make ohagi from him ♡

the time you accidentally saw each other naked ♢♤

now that i have your attention

A/N: I RLY WANNA PUMP MORE CHAPTERS OUT BUT I KEEP OVERSCRUTINISING THEM BC OF THE PRESSURE OF WANTING THEM TO BE PERFECT SO

i have come to the conclusion of hcs to keep us all satiated in the meantime so here’s some that’s coming up that we can enjoy more of Mr&Mrs Wind shenanigans 🌬

taglist:

@sunaswife @mac-the-oregonian @noelledleapier @therulerofanime @calamitykor @screeeechqueen @a-single-pizza @multilingual-birb @settingmyheartablaze

#sanemi shinaguzawa #sanemi imagines #sanemi fluff #sanemi angst #sanemi x reader #demon slayer sanemi #sanemi headcannons #demon slayer #kinetsu no yaiba #kny

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oatmilkandcookies · 2 years

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mother when will your fanfiction return from the war we beg you

BABY

im so sorry IVE BEEN NEGLECTING MY PRECIOUS PPL ON TUMBLR 😭😭😭IM BACK NOW I PROMISE IM CRUNCHING IT OUT

WOULD IT HELP IF I DID SOME SLICE OF LIFE MINI FICS TO KEEP YALL SATIATED 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

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oatmilkandcookies · 2 years

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i check ur page every couple days for a fic update 😭 hope ur doing well hehe

NOOOO ILY PRECIOUS😭😭im doing ok!! hope youre finding other fics to keep you company pls🥺💓 i just quit my job and i got swept up in irl stuff again, im getting settled to make the next chapter one heck of a CHONK read i promise at least a 10K wordcount 👀

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oatmilkandcookies · 2 years

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Hi!! I absolutely love the story, the miscommunication!! 🥰🥰 can I please be added to the tag list?

hi!!! AAAA I LOVE THAT YOU LOVE IT WELCOME TO THE TAG LIST GORG 🥰🥰🥰

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oatmilkandcookies · 2 years

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Sanemi needs some husband lessons from Tengen. He’s got 3 wives so he’s gotta be doing something right lmao

OH WELL ACTUALLY Y FUNNY YOU SAY THAT BECAUSE IN THE NEXT CHAPTER d̶̨̡̨̛̻̼̠͍̤̝̺̮͕͖̪̪̙̉̽̐̒̐̓͐͌̒͒̀̎̇̆͒͝n̵̨̧̛͍͍̹̭̝̪͖̗͎͓̥̉̔̓͊̀͊͂̏̀̎͊͛̐̎̊̐̍͆̋̉͑̑͐͊͐̍̔̑̎̕̕͘͠͝j̸̧͍̤͓̪̦͖͖̙̗̬̖͍͑d̴̨̢͙̗̱̗̟̳̹̘̙̳̳̱̱̭͇̟̩̗͚͓͇͈͍̰̙͚̳̞͇̯̬̦͇̠̱̤̃́̈́́͌̒͌͊̓̈́̓̔̕͠ͅj̴̤͆͋̏̎͑̽̎̌́͑̓̌̎̃̔̆́̑̋̈͂̿̍͋̀͊̆̓̃̈́̈́̉̋̏͂̇̏̃̅̉̕̕͘͝͝͝͝d̴̡̨̡̡̨̨̧̦̣͉̝̪̼͓̬̹̪̖̮̹̣̘̱̠̜̜̜͚͉͓̟̳͖͖̦̗̜̟̩̣̟̂̆̄̐̐̑̀̎͋̋͂͊̈́͆́͒͗͑̓̅́̐͝͝ͅj̷̨̢̢͈̱̝̻̗̳͍̫̘͚͖̺̖̞̬̲͈̞̥̜̲̳͎̞̯̗̝̥̪͉̪͍͊̓̋̆̽͌̉̿̋͌̆̓̉̋͒̋̈͊̾̓̒̓̒͋̀̑̕̚͘̕͘s̴̨̢̛͓̞̰͇̦̞͉̭̟͒̈́͆̿̓̌̐͗̈̓̌͛̍̈͛̌̿̉̓̄͊̐̾̔̆́͋̿̑̃̇͊̾́̈́̈́̏̍͆̌̕̚͝͝k̷̢̨̨̡̢̛̛̦̝͕̘͓̮̞̖͎̗͉̠̤̫̻̤͙͖̤̳̼̪͇̬̜͙̳̤̖̦̗̮̱͓̖̳̲̜͉̺̻̗̙̔̍̎̋̀̀͊̐̿̆̆̒̊́̓̂̈́̅̒͂̾͛͑̈́͑̒̽̂̍̕̚̚̕̚s̴̭̭͕̞̬̪̙͍͖͍͇͔̺̣͎̜̗̰̺̟̟͕͈̼̮͖͚̈́̅̒̈́̓̿͑̒̋̿̃͌͛̅̓̂̈̂̏͐̐̎̏̋̀͜͜͝͝͝͝ͅḑ̸̡̛̛̫͚͍̺͍͎̣͍̖̰͖̙̠̣͕͒̀͗͐̅̂̑̆̏̈́̂̒̈́̏̔̀͒͊̚̚̚͠͝͝ͅķ̷̢̛̹̳͉̪̣̺͚͓̤͍͉͓͍̙͎̹̎͒̏̒̎̌̎́̃̓̊̈́̽̌́̒͋̆̑̒͐̾̆̋̓̈́̿́͒̊͊̐̽̓͋̕̚̕͠͠͝ͅa̶̺̦̺̫͚̐̆͌̅̆̀̐̓̃̍̏̈́̈́͛̚̚b̷̧̨̧̡̛͖̠̘̲̞͈̘̰͇̯͍̲̝̮͍̥̟̹̠͎̯̲͎̓̈́͗̊͛̓̾̈͑͌̋̋̓̂̔́̃̓̂̓̌̉͒͊̿̾̿̑̈́̋̊͂̃̀̌̚̚͠͠ͅͅj̸͕͙̤͍̗̼̖̱͕̟́̑̉̏̀̈́̒̐̿͒̐͛̑̆̀̒̆̌̂͂͆͗̋͑̿̏͂̓̂͐̅̏̕͝͠s̸̨̡̧̧̱͉̦͔̺̺̮͚̩͉̬̮͙̫̝̦̤̩͕̤͔̘͎͓͖̘͕̲̫͈̲̲̞̑́͒̾͒͊́͋̇͂̾͌͗̃̀̀͌͋̂̎̾̒̂̏̚̚͜͝͠͠k̷̢̳̥͙̞͖̖͚̥̰͎̱̱̮̰̙̟͎̘̯͔̺̪̮̫͒̀̏̈́͌͌̊̓̍͑̆̋̔̐͋̆́̏̒̿͋̆̔̇̄̆͛͋̉͑̉͐̅̔̈͂̿̎̑̄̾̔͆͘̚͘͠ͅͅͅa̸̡̧̛̫͙̺̪̰̙̜̘̟̠̣̝̙͍̯̭͇̠̮͙͇͌̓͂̂̂̀̌͊͌͂̑̈́̾̀̃̅̈́̐̎̑̾͆͊̀̆̇͂̂̅̇̈́̅̉͂͒͋̇͒͛̍̆̊̐̕̕̕͝͠͠ͅk̴̨̨̛̛̝̥̭̺͈̝͉̩̱̈́́́̐̑̽̂͗̂̎̚͝ş̴̛͚̦̯̤̤͔̦͖͇̼̿̿̈́̏̓̌̾͌̽͗̎̔͂͑̍̿̎͛̓̓͂́̄̽̓͘͝͝b̸̢̨̭͙̦̟̜̖̰̦̱͕̤̼̩͍͙̓͊̀͒̄̅̋͐̽̌͗̐̏͋̓̏̽́̃̕͜͠͝͝d̵̨̢̛̻̝͕̰̭͔͎͍͓͓͖͉̫̱̅́͒̐̍̉̾̇͂̽̒̎͑̌͂̕̚͜͜͝͝ͅj̶̢̧̢̨̨̨̧̞̪̙̫̥̲̟͕̗͓̗̥̯͉̖̯̱̤̟̲͔̪̝̠̯͉͚̓͛͗͂̎͂͒̌͑̀͂́̓̏͘͘̕̚͠ͅs̵̨̛̹̜̳̳̭͓̦̰̹͖͇̜̯̯̖͍̠̝͑́̈̃̃̏̃̍̽̐̄̾̈́͗̔́̒̓́͗͆́̌̈́̽̔͘̕͘̕̕͜͜͝͝͝͝͝ͅļ̸̧̣̝̘̰̥͍̪̖͓̪̜̫̳̻̝̮͉̼͈̮͚̯̩̂̈́̓̉̉̇̀̔̂͛̽̅͝͠m̴̢̢̧̡̛̦͔͙̣͖̯̬͈͕̙̘͇̳̘̦̠̮͖̱̳͍͖̬̞̪̙̲̮̹̙͉̙͇̠̱͉̝̠͈̝̘̼͍̑̄̂̒̌̃̿͆͆́͜͜͝ͅd̵̨̡̥͔̠̱̭̥͖̪̩͔͓̟̥̩͕̲̫̿̑̀̊̈́̈́͒̇̈́̀̋̌̎̂͆̈́̄̍̆̚̕͘̚͘͝ͅn̷̯̅͌͛̉͌̆͊̿̿̍̇̔͆̏̐̇̊̅̍̐͒̕͝��̧̡̧̖̣̠̬͇͓̜̭̮͔͎͖͇͇͉̯̩̗̝̰̲̞͎̜͎̘̫̲̦̩̜͎͜f̸̢̡̨̗̺̠͖́̊͂̓̔͐̈́́̓̐͒͂̄̑̒̾́̋̉̄͋̓̐̉̅̅̏͗͋̊̕͝͝ͅͅ ̶̨̛̻̞͇̲͍̯́̊͐̋̇͗͝a̸̛͇̞̎͒̂́̐̈́̑͋̏̀̑̊̋͐͋̉̀̋̌͒̾̑̂̏̒̍̑̏͌̿̕͝͝͝n̸̡̧̤̟̹̟͚͚̳̰̝̖͖̱̮͙̖͔̳͙̠̼͓̥̤̟̲͖̲̯̰͓͚͙̜͓̰̤̠͈̪̟̂̏̊̌͛͊͆̾̍̕͘̚͜ͅd̵̡̛̫̞͖̝̩͎̝̺̱̖̯̝̳̍̄̌͐̾̔͛͐̑͌̓̒͒̈́̀̄̍́̀̎̈́̓͊̌̓̃͌̎̄͐͌̆̆̄̓̍̂͊̈́͒͐̌͘͘̚͝͝͝ͅ ̸̛͉͙͎̩̻͇̝̝̦̖̼̤̗̯̠̙̲̙̊̽͗̐̓̂́̏̇̆̒̒̌̓̒̋́̈̾͗̈́̇̍͂̊̃̓̓͗͊̂̓͆̄̋̽͋̚̕̕͝͝͝ͅͅt̴̢̨̧̧̧̻̥̗̞̣̮͈̯̫̫̳͈͔̞͔̗͓͙͇̼͚͎̦̜̹̹̩̦͙̪̪̰̣̰̞̤̹̳̳͗̓̓͌̕͜ͅͅḩ̶̢̨̼̖͔̖̼̥̻̲͎̳̣͔̰̙̣͕͚̺̱̳͖̣̜̓́̿̍̍͐̎̈͌́̾͐̐̉͆̑̌͂̀̉͊̚̚͜͜͜͝͠͝e̷̡̡̧̯̥̠̥͎̮̱͚̗̝̭̩͇͈̝̭̼̼̝͖̤͔͇͍͔͉̽̀̉̉͆̈́̃͑̀̏̅̈́̈͗͒̓͛̎͘͠͝ͅͅņ̷̝̮̗̫̃̌̊̀͂́̀̀̎̿̿̈́͋̉̈́̑̓̏̎̚̚̚ ̷̧̨̡̡͇̙̗͓̞̼͔̗̯̗͙̩͚̗̻̳̫͕͇̥̠̪͓̱͎͖͎̠͕̱̭̮͔̘͎̈̃̋̃̏͒̆͋̊̈́̈́͋̄͒̀̌̑̒͗̑̐̾̚̚ͅͅͅs̵̨̧̧̢̛̥͎̖͈̭̮̰̼̪̻̝̝̹̹̘̟͎͉͖̜̟̳̬̹̳͕̙̟̣͓̫͔̝̘̿̎̋͛̿̓̐̍̽̎̈́̂͋̽͋̋̓̍̔͛͂̊̀́̂̑̌̃̅̂̽̽̔̓̽̂̾̀͆̓͒͘̕͝h̶̢̡̛̙͓̰̟͕̝̗̘͚̳̜̪̦̗̣̏̔̇̃͌̓̏̎̓̇̕͠͝š̴̢̧̯͉͖̣͉̲͓̫̱̼͎̤̫̣̺̤͍̺͉̭̝̩͋́͛̿̄̆͒͌̌̇̏͆̓̆̂̐̉̅̌̋̑̀̾̊̎̑̉̏̓̀͘͘̕̚͘͘͜͠͝͠͝j̷̢̞͙̺̹͙̺̯̲͓͙͍̞͓̟̜͓̤̰͛̈́̌͛͗͐̐͌̋͆̐͊̆̀̋̏̎̚͜͠͝ͅd̵̡̛̜͕̼̱̳̦̱̩̦̒͆̈́͐̐̑̾͛͠͠͝f̶̨͖̼͎̲̗̝̹͇̭̬̫̦̬̩͕̗̫̠̿̆͆͋̓̉̅̊͒͌̍͂̊͐̇͒̒̄̆͑͗̕̕͘̕͘͜͝͝n̴̨̛̻̹͚̯̱̬͚͍̥̻̰̖͚̣̺̭̬̭͕̖̺̥̝͇͖̩̭͖̠͔̱̫͈͕̪̥̺͚̙̪̄̂̄̅͐͆̀̋͐͐͗͆̈̒̀͛͑̿̽͒̽̇̔́͑͒͒̃̾̆͋̒͂̊̕ͅn̸̢̢̠̤̰̱̤͔͚͍̠͙̫̱̗̮͉̫̺̠̖̥͔͔̟̦̦̰̱͙̺͈̯̬̝͈̼̘̺̲͎̫̩̒̒̔͐́̾̍̾͑̎̋͒̐̍͜͜͝͝ͅͅͅͅͅd̵̡̨̢̢̰̜͖̯̫̗̗̩̜̗͉̠̫̠̤̟̱͇͖͊̀̈́́̀͂̄k̶̨̼͇̝̳͉̱͔̬̥̙̙̳͓̑̌̿̉̏̃͛̉̎͋̉̐̂̀́̅̓̿͌̚͝͝ͅd̴̢̨̡̢̩̯̺̗̟̠͓̤̩͔̫̰͎̩̩̠͓̰̼̼͍̖͕̺̜͓̭̟̤̙͖̹͖̦͔͉̲̘̩̟̞̮̓̑̏͗̂̿͆̐̎̈̎̐̈͆͛̎͗͊̉̾̎̇̆̿̿̀͂̑̈͊̎͐̂̓̍̉̚͘͜͝͝ͅͅj̵̨̧̨̛̟͔̘̠̹̫̭͓̭̩̭̦̮̰̝̮͈̠̗͍̭̳͍̥̳̘̪̖̺̣̪̩̺̹̱̤̘̪͚̤͖́͂̏͗̿̆͛̓̎͐̽̑̎͐̍̂͗͒͑̀̋̈͋̉̆̅͒̀͑͆̒͂̈́̂̀̓͋̇̓̇̐̌̍̚̚̚͜͝͝͝ḑ̵̢̨̧̛̛̤̪̞̯͙̜̯͕͕͉̗̰̱̰̩͙̭͓͈̮̹̖́̐̏͛̓̆͌́͌̏͒̏̀̔̔̽͆́͋͘̕͘͝͠j̵̱̯̝̬̱́̓̾͒͑͛̐͑̈́́̅̈́͒̅͗̉̇̀͐̈́͂̐̒́̓͆͝͠͠͝ͅͅ ḑ̶̛̰͍̬̹̞̖̲͔̗̯̫͚͍̗̎̓̉̈̀̽́͊̏͗̿̍͐̆̓̔͗͑̈́̈́́̄͘͜h̶̨̡̧̢̧̨̢̢͓̣̣̱̪͚͉̘͖̠̗͖͎͙̳͓̞̪̣͔̬̤͓̘̞̲̬͕̲̦̗̳͖͖̬̘̮̓̏̒͑̉̇̋̾̔̽̌͌̒̏͘͠d̶̨̡̨̛̻̼̠͍̤̝̺̮͕͖̪̪̙̉̽̐̒̐̓͐͌̒͒̀̎̇̆͒͝n̵̨̧̛͍͍̹̭̝̪͖̗͎͓̥̉̔̓͊̀͊͂̏̀̎͊͛̐̎̊̐̍͆̋̉͑̑͐͊͐̍̔̑̎̕̕͘͠͝j̸̧͍̤͓̪̦͖͖̙̗̬̖͍͑d̴̨̢͙̗̱̗̟̳̹̘̙̳̳̱̱̭͇̟̩̗͚͓͇͈͍̰̙͚̳̞͇̯̬̦͇̠̱̤̃́̈́́͌̒͌͊̓̈́̓̔̕͠ͅj̴̤͆͋̏̎͑̽̎̌́͑̓̌̎̃̔̆́̑̋̈͂̿̍͋̀͊̆̓̃̈́̈́̉̋̏͂̇̏̃̅̉̕̕͘͝͝͝͝d̴̡̨̡̡̨̨̧̦̣͉̝̪̼͓̬̹̪̖̮̹̣̘̱̠̜̜̜͚͉͓̟̳͖͖̦̗̜̟̩̣̟̂̆̄̐̐̑̀̎͋̋͂͊̈́͆́͒͗͑̓̅́̐͝͝ͅj̷̨̢̢͈̱̝̻̗̳͍̫̘͚͖̺̖̞̬̲͈̞̥̜̲̳͎̞̯̗̝̥̪͉̪͍͊̓̋̆̽͌̉̿̋͌̆̓̉̋͒̋̈͊̾̓̒̓̒͋̀̑̕̚͘̕͘s̴̨̢̛͓̞̰͇̦̞͉̭̟͒̈́͆̿̓̌̐͗̈̓̌͛̍̈͛̌̿̉̓̄͊̐̾̔̆́͋̿̑̃̇͊̾́̈́̈́̏̍͆̌̕̚͝͝k̷̢̨̨̡̢̛̛̦̝͕̘͓̮̞̖͎̗͉̠̤̫̻̤͙͖̤̳̼̪͇̬̜͙̳̤̖̦̗̮̱͓̖̳̲̜͉̺̻̗̙̔̍̎̋̀̀͊̐̿̆̆̒̊́̓̂̈́̅̒͂̾͛͑̈́͑̒̽̂̍̕̚̚̕̚s̴̭̭͕̞̬̪̙͍͖͍͇͔̺̣͎̜̗̰̺̟̟͕͈̼̮͖͚̈́̅̒̈́̓̿͑̒̋̿̃͌͛̅̓̂̈̂̏͐̐̎̏̋̀͜͜͝͝͝͝ͅḑ̸̡̛̛̫͚͍̺͍͎̣͍̖̰͖̙̠̣͕͒̀͗͐̅̂̑̆̏̈́̂̒̈́̏̔̀͒͊̚̚̚͠͝͝ͅķ̷̢̛̹̳͉̪̣̺͚͓̤͍͉͓͍̙͎̹̎͒̏̒̎̌̎́̃̓̊̈́̽̌́̒͋̆̑̒͐̾̆̋̓̈́̿́͒̊͊̐̽̓͋̕̚̕͠͠͝ͅa̶̺̦̺̫͚̐̆͌̅̆̀̐̓̃̍̏̈́̈́͛̚̚b̷̧̨̧̡̛͖̠̘̲̞͈̘̰͇̯͍̲̝̮͍̥̟̹̠͎̯̲͎̓̈́͗̊͛̓̾̈͑͌̋̋̓̂̔́̃̓̂̓̌̉͒͊̿̾̿̑̈́̋̊͂̃̀̌̚̚͠͠ͅͅj̸͕͙̤͍̗̼̖̱͕̟́̑̉̏̀̈́̒̐̿͒̐͛̑̆̀̒̆̌̂͂͆͗̋͑̿̏͂̓̂͐̅̏̕͝͠s̸̨̡̧̧̱͉̦͔̺̺̮͚̩͉̬̮͙̫̝̦̤̩͕̤͔̘͎͓͖̘͕̲̫͈̲̲̞̑́͒̾͒͊́͋̇͂̾͌͗̃̀̀͌͋̂̎̾̒̂̏̚̚͜͝͠͠k̷̢̳̥͙̞͖̖͚̥̰͎̱̱̮̰̙̟͎̘̯͔̺̪̮̫͒̀̏̈́͌͌̊̓̍͑̆̋̔̐͋̆́̏̒̿͋̆̔̇̄̆͛͋̉͑̉͐̅̔̈͂̿̎̑̄̾̔͆͘̚͘͠ͅͅͅa̸͌̓͂̂̂̀̌͊͌͂̕̕͝

haha! oh well guess we just have to wait for the chapter to drop 👁👁

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Heyyy. Can I maybe join your addlist? Cause I love your writing :D

IT WOULD BE MY HONOUR 😭😭😭 YOURE TOO KIND

me, pullin out my ratty drawing skills to show you how i feel:

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oatmilkandcookies · 2 years

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UNLESS (sanemi x f!reader) Pt. 2

MDNI, 18+ angst, swearing

Pt. 3 >

warnings: arrangedmarriage!au, angst/fluff, MANGA SPOILERS

household (hous-hohld, -ohld)

the people of a house collectively; a family including its servants.

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Part Two (Honeymoon Phase)

When the Hashiras began retiring to their own homes after your wedding dinner, you bid your final goodbyes to the staff in the Ubuyashiki mansion as you left in tow of Sanemi with a cloth that was neatly tied to contain your only other set of haori and kimono.

The walk to the Shinazugawa estate was an awkward one as you tried to keep up with Sanemi’s breeze-like pace. He would slow down when he realised you were a few paces too far behind him to his liking, but you would do the same when you felt you were too close to him. What the hell? It was almost as if you were mocking his efforts to be considerate…or were you simply repulsed to be near him?

Either way, it ended with him feeling pissy upon reaching his place. As he silently guided you through the main foyer and into the front door, you noticed how dusty the whole mansion looked. The overgrown natural landscape surrounding the property and the lack of a caretaker were other indicators that Sanemi clearly wasn’t a homebody; and perhaps he was a workaholic, too busy jumping into every demon-slaying mission that came his way to care for the state of his “home”.

You both came to a stop in the living room, and the silence had become too thick and unbearable that he decided to be the one to break it.

“I’m not sharing a room with you.”

I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.

“Just mind your own business and live however the hell you did at Oyakata-sama’s place.”

Make yourself at home.

“Fuck off.”

I respect your privacy.

Ugh, why do the words in his head always come out of his mouth in the worst way? This was probably why Master Ubuyashiki felt the need to intervene in his love life. He was damn sure he would die alone if it weren’t for this stupid arrangement.

You watched your husband grumble to himself as he wandered off to his own bedroom. It was only after you heard the echo of a sliding door slam shut that you began exploring the common areas of the house.

You tried to keep your footsteps soundless as you immediately made yourself comfortable in the pantry, finding an empty shelf to put your things on. The door in the corner was too tempting to resist, and you were glad you didn’t as you discovered it led to a back garden.

The stone walls were crawling with vines, the tall grass growing in uneven patches and a dried-up pond in the middle of everything that was probably once a centerpiece to a beautiful backyard. There was a quaint little well in the corner which made you relieved about not having to leave the estate to find a river for water. There was definitely much work to be done around the place and you were glad you weren’t going to end up as some weird trophy wife just kept away indoors.

You made your way back in to the pantry, dragging a sack of rice to lean against the wall as your pillow. You began removing your obi, and your heart almost fell to the floor as a sudden squawk from behind you made you jump. Beady eyes stared at you with a tilted head as you realised the crow must be Sanemi’s Kasugai. He must have flown in when you left the back door open.

“Hello,” you muttered softly as you came closer to him, giggling when he nuzzled his head into your touch.

“Hello! I am the Wind Hashira’s crow, Sorai, and it is my honour to be of your service,” he preened as you searched around for some seeds and a small bowl of water for him.

“You are very kind ma’am, I shall watch over you as you sleep,” he noticed as you laid the items out.

It was almost comical how the crow bent his wing and bowed in thanks, and you returned the gesture as you bid him goodnight.

Two walls down, from where the wind Hashira was leaning against his bedroom wall, Sanemi can’t help but wonder why the fuck was he eavesdropping on his own wife, and suddenly so annoyed at his goddamn bird?

You had woken up early the next morning, when it was still dark, to prepare a simple breakfast of steamed buns which you had kept covered next to a sleeping Sorai. With your sleeves rolled up, you set about sweeping and wiping every surface in the dusty living room; it only took an hour for you to be done cleaning, and you had laid out the food on the table before scampering back into the pantry when you heard one of the room doors slam open.

You listened as his footsteps paused in the living room, and then continued towards the front door, slamming it shut as he left. You couldn’t help the wince when you peeped and saw he didn’t touch the food you had prepared. You gave the buns to a freshly awake Sorai and told him to share with his other crow friends, which led to you opening the back door for him to fly off. Welp, guess you had the whole place to yourself.

You knew Master Ubuyashiki had given Sanemi a week off of Hashira duty as a “honeymoon” so where could your new husband possibly be going? A slight frown remained on your face for the rest of the day as you opened all the windows and cleared the piling dust in the common areas of the house. When evening came, you laid dinner out and sat on the pantry floor waiting until you dozed off, waking up with a jump when you heard the front door slam open. You heard his footsteps pause again in the living room, and then head off into the bedroom area.

This time, you couldn’t help the stab to your pride. Was your cooking not good enough for him? It seemed like a distant memory, but you could recall the times when your father’s dissatisfaction with his wives’ cooking meant no food for all the women in the estate, and how the mothers would fight for scraps to feed their hungry daughters. This custom was supposed to protect the women in your village, where they could only eat whatever food was left after the men, not only because it was their duty to deem what was worthy of being eaten by the precious women, but also to protect them from being poisoned. However, it had ultimately manifested into another way of controlling the ladies that were supposed to be cherished.

You felt dread creep inside you as you decided…maybe all that grooming since birth had amounted to nothing after all. It only made sense that your cooking was not Hashira worthy, and the solution to your inadequacy was to be better, work harder for his approval…or end up starving and pathetic.

Sanemi knew that it would be the courteous model husband thing to greet you each morning or at the very least tell you where he was going, but he just felt so damn awkward; how was he supposed to treat you like you were a part of his household, when he was never around enough for it to feel like a home anyways? It’s not like he was leaving each day to clown around in the village like Uzui probably would. He was training everyday, he didn’t care that the Master gave him the week off, he could never let his guard down, not while demons still roamed the earth.

The week was almost over and he had decided…maybe he should take a break for the last two days and try to establish some sort of dynamic with you. It’s with this decision that led to him ending his training in the forest early and sneaking onto the roof to…observe? yeah observe, you. You’re literally a stranger who’s been in his house more days consecutively then he has…ever.

He had to give you credit though, all the cleaning and sprucing up you had been doing had undoubtedly made a little part in him think about how you carried yourself around his home when he wasn’t there. He could imagine you humming as you weeded the courtyard, the way you’d squint at the sun and smile when you opened every single fucking sliding door around the engawa for ventilation or whatever. Cute. Yeah cute, but also stupid. He’d spend every night waiting to hear your breathing slow before circling the estate and silently shutting all the doors so no demons could just waltz in and murder your dumbass.

His train of thought halted when he saw your trail of weed plucking pause in front of the entrance. He couldn’t help the way his brows were beginning to bend into a frown as he watched you stare down the long path ahead. Were you thinking of…escaping? Had his home been that bad that it became a prison? Were you feeling trapped?

The questions could’ve probably spiraled worse if it weren’t for the loudest goddamn CAW in his ear from a sneaky Sorai who had landed on his shoulder.

“You motherf—“

Sanemi was quick to roll over the other side of the roof and land stealthily in the back garden before you could look up because you swore you heard Sorai.

“I’m gonna fucking kill you,” he hissed, the stupid thing’s beak tight in his grasp as it flapped its wings in distress from being grabbed so violently.

He was about to make good on his promise, but it must’ve been the bird’s lucky day because the sound of your footsteps shuffling to the back of the estate made his eyes widen, and grip loosen enough for it to flee quickly before its master could realise its escape.

It also meant making Sanemi look like some moony idiot, standing in the overgrown grass of his backyard where the only way you couldn’t have seen him coming home was if he snuck in by climbing over the stone wall at the back of the estate or something. Stupid fucking bird.

He had to hold back the wince of embarrassment as you called out to him, “Um…welcome home?”

You blinked in confusion as he stormed past you with a red face, muttering under his breath something about patrolling. You heard a soft thud followed by louder grumbling in the kitchen which made you rush in to see the mess of adzuki and mung beans scattered across the wooden floor.

You watched as he scooped the beans into one palm, squinting to sort them in their separate pouches. Oh. It was then that you realised. You quietly made your way to kneel beside him, picking out the odd green or red ones he had wrongly sorted. Your sudden closeness had made him frozen in his clean up, and you heard the sharp intake of his breath when you gently guided his cupped hand nearer to you.

“Sorry,” he muttered, and you hummed a nonchalant sound as you kept your hand light around his scarred wrist while your other skillfully plucked the beans. The both of you worked this way, him being the scoop and you sorting. Whether or not you noticed the light blush dusting his cheeks or the way his scars were turning pink, he thought it was generous of you to pretend you didn’t. Him on the other hand, he couldn’t help the slight exhale that left his nose when your eyes met and you quickly looked down. You were spared from him staring at the heat spreading on your face as you felt his gaze shift to the pantry behind you where your makeshift floor-bed and rice sack-pillow were.

“Have you been…sleeping here?” he frowned. What the hell were you thinking? His estate may not be one of the bigger ones among the Hashiras, but there were definitely enough spare bedrooms that it wouldn’t make sense for you to do this. The panic and confusion in your voice as you stuttered your apologies only served to confuse him more, did you think so lowly of him that it was acceptable for you to treat yourself like some servant and live so uncomfortably in his home?

“If you think it unwise Shujin*, I will move my living area?” you suggested timidly, a million things racing through your head; was this his way of telling you that you didn’t deserve to take rest not even under his roof? Were you that bad of a wife? Sleeping in the backyard couldn’t be what he meant, right? What about when the cold seasons came? These thoughts made you completely miss the way he winced at how you had chosen to address him.

“Please, don’t be an idiot,” he huffed over his shoulder as he left. You let out a shaky sigh after you heard his room door slide shut, getting up to shift your things outside. You could feel the sluggishness in your movements as your stomach grumbled for the nth time, and a sudden pang of dizziness made you stumble on your way out. Of course, you were starting to feel the effects of starvation, your last proper meal being your wedding dinner and even then you had barely eaten. Slumping into the soft grass in the back garden, the last thought that crosses your mind was perhaps, it was better to sleep outside after all.

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The week ends with zero progress on your husband’s approval for your cooking, and he resumes his Hashira duty, his presence becoming more absent around the estate, something you didn’t think was possible.

On the rare days he wasn’t away on missions, he would be…training? in the courtyard with three young boys you had come to know as Zenitsu, Tanjiro and Inosuke constantly bickering with each other as well as your husband. They were awkward at first, expecting the wife of the Wind Hashira to be just if not more unhinged to be married to a man like Sanemi. All hesitations flew out the window when they realised you were kind and warm, sneaking them treats whenever your husband had been too harsh on them. Meeting Nezuko had given you the absolutely fright of your life, but when she gazed at you with her sweet pink eyes, oh how easily she had captured your heart. You had also met sweet Genya, who had given up on bumping into his brother in his own estate; and would occasionally visit just to keep you company as well as help you out with your daily chores.

The boys had started hanging around more often, happily eating the food your husband wouldn’t. The ever perceptive Tanjiro had also noticed how they never saw you eat with them during meals and how you never retreated to the bedrooms like they did when you ushered them goodnight. The scent of your exhaustion and despair only grew sharper to his keen nose as the days went by, and oh how he regretted not intervening before the worst had happened.

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When Sanemi returned from his quarterly region patrol, he realised he was actually excited to go home. He had something to look forward to after all, his shy, hardworking little wife and his well kept estate. He wondered if you thought of him as often as he did of you whenever he was away (not that he would ever admit that to you but still), and whether you felt lonely like he did on quiet nights.

Understandably, he was not happy to be greeted by the sight of a sweaty Genya, when he had been expecting your gentle smile. He didn’t care that his stupid brother was trying to make amends, and he certainly did not care to be convinced that Genya joining the Corp was a good idea.

As the conversation escalated parallel to Sanemi’s temper, and he reached out to grab Genya by the collar, it definitely did not help when Kamado Tanjiro had jumped in out of nowhere to berate him on how siblings should treat each other. Oh, it was absolutely rich coming from a boy who would risk his pathetic life for a blood sucking demon. Sanemi had no choice but to beat it into both boys how fucking stupid they both were. Maybe that’ll teach them some manners as well.

As he chased and clashed with the red-headed boy, his shouts and curses only intensified the more the boy fought back. Sanemi lunged, but he, as well as Tanjiro, were suddenly dragged apart by the rest of the trainees that Genya had gathered when he ran off for help.

Sanemi froze in his struggle against the hands holding him back from his rampage when he heard what the self-righteous boy had shouted at him. His veins felt ice cold, and his words were withering, “What the fuck did you say?”

“I said-!”

“You wanna fucking say it again?” he seethed.

“I said you’re an even worse husband than you are a brother!”

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*主人 (shujin): means husband in Japanese. Shujin originally meant master or head of the household, depending on the context. There is an obvious gendered history behind this. Not only does shujin pertain to the ‘role’ of men as the breadwinner or provider, but it also implies that the wife is subject to her husband, like a servant. Hence the original meaning ‘master’. This suggested power dynamic makes the word problematic for many Japanese people, but it’s the politest way to speak about your own husband in Japanese.

A/N:

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