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colourstreakgryffin · 10 months

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Hey there! So, this is my first time requesting something on Tumblr so sorry if it doesn't make sense but could I request giyu,igouro, sanemi and rengoku x reader, thats platonic so like the reader is a kid. and the reader is non-verbal but the reader chooses who they talk to and who they don't, so how would they react to when the reader brings up enough courage to talk to them? (Also if you can could the reader use sign language when they don't speak? Sorry for the big ask)

Also English isn't my first language so sorry for any spelling errors or mis-wording of anything.

Four is a lot, honey. I hope you don’t mind me cutting it down to three but yes, I can do this. Selectively mute and sign-language using! Can do!

Shinazugawa Sanemi

By the tug of his haori, Sanemi turns around to look at you from the battered test dummy he was practicing Wind Breathing on. His deep frown softened at the sight of your glowing life-filled eyes and he drops down to his knees to hear you out. You’re his little assistant, who has never spoken a single word, even after he took you in so he learnt sign language under the permission you were mute

“Yes, Dokusha?” Sanemi asks softly, tilting his head in contrast to his usual hyper-aggressive and temperamental aura. He is very gentle with you, due to how much he adores you. Today, you finally wanted to say something to him since you trust him fully and you felt guilty about hiding your voice from him, he deserves to hear what you want to say

What did he do to deserve to be lied to? Nothing, he is the reason you have a house and food right now, he basically rescued you from hell and decided to take you in for you doing stuff around his Estate. Sanemi is thankful to past him for making the right choice, he has learnt how to control himself better and he feels less lonely. He can rant and complain about annoying slayers to you all he wants and feel heard with the way you nod with a beam

You smile softly at your caretaker, grabbing his free thick sweaty hand whilst he kept his eyes on you and held yours back. He was a bit concerned that something was wrong but relief flooded him when a sudden wave of confidence washed over you, allowing you to speak: “You… you… haven’t ate, have you…?” His hand clutched around nothing at what he heard

Sanemi’s dark purple eyes widened in shock at actually hearing your voice and his katana dropped to the floor as he started stuttering in shock. You have never said a verbal word with him for all the months you’ve been with him and he genuinely thought you couldn’t speak as you always used sign language. That didn’t mean he wasn’t beyond happy that you felt comfortable talking to him, a loving smile spread

It was hot and sunny, concerning you that he could tire himself out with heatstroke or sunburns. Yes, he is the Wind Hashira and he does this type of training constantly but your care for him has grown. You find yourself comparing him to a older brother or a father a lot more often than you think. Actually, maybe more like a parent, though you two talk like you’re past best friends. He is favouritistic towards who he likes you and happen to be one of those rare people

“No. I haven’t, disappointingly. B-but that’s fine, we can eat together”

Tomioka Giyuu

Besides your beloved caretaker, Giyuu, you noticed a gorgeous silky kimono in your favourite colour hanging up by a thin string over the head of the storekeeper. Whilst you and Giyuu were within the crowd of loud people and passing the many makeshift fleet market stands, you could see it as clear as day and you found your heart pinging in desire, the longer you kept your glowing eyes on it. You wanted to tell the taller, bigger man but you didn’t have the gut…

With all the blaring people wondering around you two, you nor Giyuu wanted to talk in this rather intimidating environment, even to each other, as neither of you are good at socialising in such a public way. Giyuu did actually owe you a gift for taking the time out of your night to fix up his dull katana to perfection, but he had no clue what to give you and he is stubborn so you can’t try convince him otherwise

With that kimono in your mind, you tap your fingers on his wrist to try catch his attention. A tough flinch runs through his skin as he carefully looks down to his side, seeing you still right next to him and feeling such relief flooding his senses. With the lack of touch, he was a bit worried that he lost you within this monstrous crowd and he didn’t know how he’d function without the beloved little assistant he rescued and cares for

The one who understands him the most out of everything on this entire planet. He looked around for any stranglers that may past you two and dropped down, you two hadn’t walked that far from the kimono stand and the one stealing away your attention basically danced in the wind, beckoning you to come over to it. Giyuu’s pretty blue eyes trained onto you as he mentally prepared himself to adapt to the sign language you were bound to use but it didn’t come, confusing him intently that it slipped past his usual emotionless demeanour

Pointing at the stand in your mind, allowing Giyuu to follow your movements and partly-understand what was bothering you. You opened your lips slowly and let out the voice you thought you lost years ago as he flinched this time in shock at what he heard. “C-can… can I have that kimono…” You ask lightly, hands still on his as his eyes almost dissolved into a lighter blue at his amazement. You can speak?!

Despite how comfortable you claimed you felt with him, you never said a single word to him. Sure, he doesn’t need words to feel close and connected to you but he figured you were mute so he kept his trap close for you. He did feel a bit betrayed that you didn’t signal a word sooner but he could understand your hesitation, you could have been worried that he would be mad at you but he couldn’t be mad at you. He smiles ever-so-gently and rises to his feet, looking at that stand

“You want a kimono? Well, you do need some new ones”

Rengoku Kyojuro

Kyojuro’s cheerful smile never faded, repositioning the wooden staff inside his little brother’s hands and lifting his arms up to show him the more effective swing. On a bright, sunny day, the Flame Hashira was attempting to teach his little brother, Senjuro how to use breathing techniques so he can continue on the Rengoku legacy after his brother eventually goes to pass the torch. In the back, you waited patiently for your caretaker to come to you

You had something important to… well, tell him and this time not through your fingers. For the entire time you’ve been with Kyojuro, you never said a single verbal word to him nor anybody else so it lead him to simply assume you were mute. He spent hours perfecting sign language for you, his cute little assistant so he can still talk to you

Kyojuro eventually turned around after minutes or so of patience, meeting your eyes with his eccentric flame-patterned ones and shook his head in realisation he had been keeping you waiting. Quickly alerting Senjuro, he basically glides to you with such smooth strides and playfully pats your head with a open apology. He hated keep the one he adored on the edge for so long

“Sorry, little flame. What is it you need?” The young man asks, preparing his hands to calculate your signing but nothing he suspected happened, you mirrored his wholehearted smile and grabbed his much bigger hands, cupping them in yours as you managed to push out your unaided vocal cords to speak. You trusted him entirely to say your piece to him, like he deserved

“Do… do you have the refreshments for… Senjuro?” You responded in a semi-faint tone, almost weirded out by the sound of your own voice but you felt the complete need to show your beloved caretaker the truth. Lying to him for so long was a painful process but now, you’re free from those shackles as Kyojuro flinched visibly, feeling shock course through him. You can speak?! Since when, he genuinely thought you had no voicebox. He hasn’t even heard you grunt or huff

His smile widened at the words he heard, he is very happy you feel comfortable enough to talk to him as he chirps, propping himself up the elevated wooden platform of his Estate. He doesn’t bother trying to pull his hand from yours as you follow his skilful movements. Kyojuro can’t say that he loves you like a father does but he is glad he rescued you

“Not at the moment, but let’s go get some right now!”

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2demon2slayer · 1 year

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What does the not-friend group think of Sabito?

giyuu obviously loves sabito a whole lot. they're the best of friends. he's very nervous about being sabito's sort-of-caretaker now that he's a demon and kind of needs to be hidden from people. but giyuu's also kind of dealing with sabito's turn into a demon worse than sabito himself and is banking his entire mental stability on turning sabito back into a human. he's a little bit codependent

kanae was initially cautious about sabito (as you would be upon meeting any demon, no matter how friendly they supposedly were), but basically the moment she realizes that sabito really is a Good Demon, she's all in on becoming best friends with him. something about his existence is just . it gives her so much hope. hope for what demons could be. (arguably, maybe too much hope. she ought to be more careful or i'll write her another tragic death, but on-screen this time)

shinobu doesn't really know how to feel about sabito. she's distrustful of him at the start, but she's rational enough to recognize that he really is harmless towards humans. so she's generally nice to him, but she still finds mr fox boy sort of off-putting

despite his brother's relative faith in sabito, kyoujurou still didn't really trust the demon for a while! after all, it's a demon's nature to want to hurt and kill and eat people! he doesn't say it because he loves his brother, but kyoujurou thinks senjurou's a bit stupid for trusting sabito. but all it takes is one mission together for kyoujurou to realize that sabito's not only a genuinely good dude, but he's also Very strong. kyoujurou ends up dragging him over to train together a handful of times and ultimately decides that sabito's also very fun to be around. they get on like a house on fire. (kyoujurou also maybe goes to his brother afterwards and is like "hey, i'm sorry i thought you were stupid" and senjurou, heartbroken, goes "you thought i was stupid????")

gyoumei was initially distrusting of sabito, but with his teacher's (genya's) approval of the guy, and eventual proof that sabito's not bad, he decides that he's fine with the kid. they don't interact much, but if ever gyoumei encounters a weird fox that feels a bit too much like a demon, he'll give it a little pet before moving on

look. see, here's the thing. sanemi kind of has this thing where he cannot let himself believe that any demon could do any good. because if he follows that train of thought, it'll lead him to the ultimate realization that he murdered his mother for no reason when she could've been saved and reasoned with. and sanemi can't have that particular breakdown, so he hates sabito on principle. because fuck demons, am i right?

obanai has never encountered a demon who wasn't terrible awful. and in his mind, he never will. because sabito is also terrible awful and obanai Does Not like or trust him. nothing more to say than that

tengen thinks the fox boy is kind of scrawny, but pretty flashy! he definitely approves, even if he's not usually a fan of demons. honestly they don't really interact much.

and sabito interacts with kaigaku even less. kaigaku's kind of on the fence about sabito. he's heard good things from both zenitsu and tengen, but also sabito is a whole ass demon. kaigaku sometimes finds himself almost envious of sabito. all the power of a demon without any of the hunger. the guy's not even an actual demon slayer and yet he's allowed to follow around the goddamn sun hashira on missions. if kaigaku was a demon- ah, well. he's not, so it doesn't really matter

mitsuri thinks sabito's kind of really cool! he's a demon, which made him kinda scary at first, but then he turned out to be a good demon which is crazy but also super cool! he's a genuinely kind guy and really strong, too! mitsuri properly met him when he started hanging out with kyoujurou, and so the three of them tend to hang out all together! also, very important tidbit: his fox form is so fucking fluffy!!!!!!!!!

#kny #demon slayer #queries #sun hashira and tsuguko au #scramblings

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reticent-writer · 2 years

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Hi May I Ask For A Part 2 Of That Scenario, But This Time The Hashiras Where They Ignore Their Father, How Would They Handle Seeing Their Father Crying And Getting Hurt With Them.

An: for some fathers I go with their occupation from other fics.

Mitsuri's ff is a Baker. Giyuu and Rengoku's is a retired hashira. Shinobu's is a doctor. Obanai, muichirou, sanemi and tengen are people from their past.

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You promised yourself: on last mission with rengoku before you retire

And let me just say... It did not go as planned.

A village had been plaqued with a demon for over 2 years. Just walking around the place was depressing. Especially because it was your home village.

Everyone there was pale and extremely thin. They couldn't stand up for themselves even if they wanted to.

In the village there was an orphanage. 2 adults and 25 children, before the demon but now it's no adults and 7 children.

Most of the kids are under 5. It made you cry seeing your village in the state it was in.

You and kyojuro decided to stay in the orphanage to watch over the children

You couldn't sleep so you decided to walk a walk.

On your walk you couldn't stop the years from flowing. The village you grew up, that was once bursting with life and beauty, was now a land soiled with touch of a demon.

You cried walking past the houses of neighbors deep in thought when you were stuck with a needle in your neck.

Catching yourself as you turn around you quickly clutch your sword but you couldn't. You couldn't move. Why couldn't you move.

The needle. It was laced with poison.

"No need to worry, Y/n. I can take it from here!" Kyojuro's booming voice was heard out of your line of sight as you feel to the ground, passing out.

When you woke up you were laying in a hospital bed with kyojuro in the one next to you.

"Your both idiots."

You and tengen are very competitive

You don't cry but you do get hurt.... Alot

You maybe his father figure but your not to far from his age

Today tengen bet that you couldnt half the training that he does daily

Breathing exercises

Lifting bolders

Sit ups, push ups

And lastly a jog

You lasted way longer that Uzui thought you were going to. You were on the jog as the sun was setting.

(For anyone who has ran a 10k aka 6 miles without stopping, jogging or running the while time. It's exhausting)

"C'mon you can do it. Your almost there." Tengen cheered you on next to you. You shot him a dirty look.

All day he was doing his usual routine without breaking a sweat and teasing you on how you looked so out of breath.

"What that look for I'm trying to help you, old man." You were so tired you codnt even respond. You didn't even feel yourself fall.

When you came to you were in your bed at tengens house with Hina, Makio, and Suma surrounding you.

"You almost made it otosan, unfortunately you collapsed after flipping tengen off." Hina explained helping you sit up.

"Where is tengen?" You asked looking around the room. Hina and Suma looked flushed at the question, Makio on the other hand was mad.

"He was laughing to much, since he thought it was so funny I put him to work.

Sanemi was wreakless

This was common knowledge

Being his caretaker you put it in yourself to watch over him

He had just gotten back from a mission, when Gonna came to talk to him although he didn't have any injuries from the mission, he and genga got into a fight

Sanemi started the fight. You got punched in your face and stomach

You broke it up and sent genga home so you could talk to sanemi in private

"I don't want to see him die." Sanemi said quietly, butting back tears. He walked himself into a corner and sat there.

You clutched your stomach trying your best to walk over to him.

"I know sanemi but you don't have to be violent." You said patting him back.

You both sat there in silence for what felt like hours before he turned around to see you crying.

You were a stern man so seeing you cry was a shock. He hugged you.

You both cried in that corner until it was time to go to bed.

Today started as a peaceful day

You woke obanai for breakfast which you both ate together

You fed Kaburamaru

You spent some time out in the garden with obanai

On days like this it was pure bliss

Obanai took his bandages off

You didn't even know you were crying

"What's wrong? Is it my face?" He asked

"No no it's not you, it's just.... You were so young.

Being a doctor you had to make some pretty rough decisions.

A mother had come in ready for birth but the child was 2 months early, plus the mother had current health problems. Making this birth very painful for her and the child.

The mother begged you to save the child but the father wanted the mother to live.

This wasn't the first time you had dealt with this situation but it is the first time both the mother and the baby died.

The father didn't blame you. The father thanked you for trying your best before leaving.

Shinobu found you outside sitting on the wooden steps.

"Are you alright?" She asked, of course you weren't but asking out if courtesy couldn't hurt. You didn't reply and continued to stare into the distance.

As always she didn't mean to hurt you

She came to you crying because she has as mission that's far away and she wouldn't see you for a while.

It was the first time she called you father

It was enough to make a grown man cry

"PAPA!" She cried, running into your kitchen.

"What wrong mitsuri are you hurt." You said while you grabbed her face checking her for cuts. She pulled out of your grasp.

"No I'm fine. I just have a mission way farther than usual. I won't be back for a few months." She hugged you.

"Oh mitsuri." You sang "it's be alright. I'll be right here when you come back. I'll even make your favorites to go with you." You patted her head as she giggled and nodded.

You pushed her out, telling her to come back when she is about to leave.

Standing alone you thought about the interaction.

"She called me papa."

#male reader #father reader #kny x reader #demon slayer x reader #tengen x reader #rengoku x reader #sanemi x reader #obanai x reader #giyuu x reader #muichirou x reader #shinobu x reader #mitsuri x reader #reticent writes #reticent-writer

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helloescapist · 10 months

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The Art of Sharing a Meal | Giyuu Tomioka

Word Count: 4285

Setting: Giyuu Tomioka x gn!reader (reader is a slayer), mutual pining, SFW

Content Warnings: no warnings here, just fluff all around

Summary: a day off is normally something to treasure, but for a work-a-holic like Giyuu, it's quite the struggle to navigate, as well as what to do with his spare time: music, gardening, sparring, and even cooking can be quite the challenge unless you're by his side.

[The artwork belongs to Koyoharu Gotouge!]

Steam rolled in waves off of the fire, the pots of the kitchen hut and modest. The care of the meticulously maintained cookware evident to have withstand the test of the pillage the kitchen had endured.

Pots placed throughout counters, knives awkwardly stuck in the chopping boards; peels of produce abandoned across the surface, forgotten in his enthusiasm. Chunks of daikon misshaped and awry, clearly abused and awkwardly handled in their preparation. The chunks uneven, and prepared at uneven temperatures due to the varying thickness. The pungent odor of kombucha seaweed miscalculated, and left on the stove for far too long. The remaining parts stripped of any potential savory umami, and left to wallow and slimy as the earth worms that he had met this morning. The seaweed containing the same degree of appetizing as the garden crawlers. Although unlike the soil caretakers, the kelp had long lost its benefits, seethed right from its properties. The distinct sear of overcooked salmon burned his nose, caught on the revealing hues of whites that it offered when he had sliced it. The skin awkwardly marred despite his best attempts, curiously dry despite the broth it soaked in. Composed of soy sauce and ginger far too overbearing and unbalanced and settled awkwardly and disproportion in sake. The rice wine oozing of booze and oppressive against the taste buds. Chalky on the tongue, and disappointing as the flavor punished his palate. The pucker of his lips as he forced down another bite; the disappointment evident on his features.

His meal had been in good company; afforded the rare day off at Ubuyashiki’s insistence. The leader had expressed his concern for the Water Hashira, expressed that Tomioka was well known for his adamant nature, overworked, and the man had suspected that such lifestyle choices had begun to bare on him. Weighted, and affecting his performance, he had reminded Giyuu that such decisions could impair is battle tact, reminded him that an early grave could be the result. One that very well, could belong to another rather than the Hashira, himself. A fate that Giyuu wished to avoid at all costs, and so, he had begrudgingly accepted Ubuyashiki’s care.

The dreaded reality of having a day off in the unusual opportunity to relax had weighed on him. The morning hours spent awkwardly wandering about the mansion, no longer contempt to stay in his room and play his usual games. His voyage leaving him displaced and a float. Tomioka had become increasingly aware… that he really did not know how to relax. The dawning conclusion had led him through a variety of paths, determined to seize his day off in a way that would benefit his work performance. Sharpen his mind, and ensure the safety of those under his care.

He had begun with Gyomei. The Stone Hashira had towered over him, eyes a wide and clasping his prayer beads as he regarded his peer. His features strained and stoic, had reassured Giyuu that such a rest was necessary from time to time as the foreboding man prepared himself for an upcoming mission while attempting to ponder Tomioka’s inquiry. Pressed a smile one that appeared to be sculpted from boulders itself, his steps heavy as he crossed the room. His shifting amongst belongings practiced, and precise as he found a flute and presented Giyuu with a book alongside it. His voice telling, as calm as any father figure could ever hope to be, he devlved to Giyuu that he had purchased the instructions in the hope that the hobby would bring Genya peace—the younger slayer had often been known to enjoy his playing, but as time had taught the Stone Pillar, he was uninterested. The book left with little choice to collect dust. The man had made the suggestion born of his own hobby, and the peace it often brought him, and so, the Water Hashira had set off to attempt sahkuhachi. It should have been an obtainable goal, at least the building blocks instructions Gyomei had left in his care before Giyuu had departed. The directions were formative, intended for small children beginning their journey, and yet, despite the effort Tomioka had placed into the flute, he had become aware that it was not working out well at all.

The yank of the instrument from his fingers, his eyes pressed together through forced breaths, the younger Shinazugawa had seized his opportunity, and forced the woodwind from Giyuu’s grasp. His eyes agitated; the scowl permanently etched into his features. He resembled his brother far more than he had his adopted father. The newer member to the corps had found him in the garden, drawn by the clear dismay of passing maids and kakushi who could be heard lamenting about the dying animal they had overheard. Informed Giyuu that his performance was hopeless unless he had intended to utilize it as some form of punishment in slaying. The bamboo strains threatening to snap between his fingers as he lectured his superior. Tomioka’s down casted gaze having shocked the man into an awkward apology, that sounded more like a backhanded compliment. Stumbled from fallen words, Genya had suggested something less detrimental to the health of other members, perhaps gardening. He had shared his own fondness for tending to bonsai trees. Work beckoning the young boy away, and leaving Giyuu to consider his suggestion.

Tomioka was not entirely unfamiliar to the world of gardening. Under Urokodaki’s care, Giyuu had the understanding of the basic necessities of farming. In the mountains, they were left with limited resources, and so Sabito and he had nurtured a vegetable garden, and even learned to identify wild vegetables in the forests and mountain sides. With such knowledge at his disposal, he understood that starting a garden would be a tall order for a single day off, and his efforts would be met with disappointment when he returned from a long mission. The Water Hashira’s garden would not survive without his care, and to expect other members of the corps to carry the weight was a burden he would not request, nor a task he would push off to the kakushi. Fist clapped against his hand; he knew what it was he needed to do. He had filtered through the mansion’s library, thumbed through various manuscripts, and care guides before locating what he needed. His feet carrying him as his eyes glanced amongst the pages and instructions before stopping before delicately maintained bonsai trees. Ones that Genya, the very slayer who had suggested the past time to him had cultivated. Just as Giyuu would struggle to maintain a garden, he had considered that the younger Shinazugawa likely faced the same obstacles in his cultivation and care. It would be a great show of appreciation to care for his trees in his wake, after all he had suggested such a pass time in the first place. Pages pressed between firm fingers in his left hand, sea drowned eyes that skimmed the instructions and eyebrows drawn. Clippers captured in his right hand, far too rigid for the proper technique. These instructions, much like the ones Gyomei had provided were intended for beginners, and surely something he could accomplish in a timely manner. The diagram had made it seem so easy. Snip after snip, the realization began to settle upon the demanding bellow. The familiar rage he had elicited as fast as the breeze. The demands to know what it was in the seven hells he was doing, or at least, what he thought he was doing. The seething anger that radiated from the Wind Hashira as he wretched the clippers from his hands, offered Giyuu another perspective in which Giyuu could appraise his work through, and… it wasn’t good. Quickly registering that meticulous was far more complicated he had been prepared for, and the evidence was left in bare branches. Jutting leaves at odd angles, and the once proud bonsai seemed humiliated at its appearance. Leaving the Water Hashira with the conclusion that… this was not the pass time for him before he dared to ask the older Shinazugawa what he would recommend. The query had landed as a challenge rather than a question. The Wind Pillar rash to act on his urges, the fist that claimed Giyuu’s top and yanked him to his feet. Eye to eye, curse after curse, threat after threat, the Water Hashira was at a loss. No matter how he approached the angle, he could not comprehend how a threat had been made, the pondering only eliciting further rage.

The commotion of feral growls met with confused bland statements shifted the kakushi from sight, quick to escape any damage that a sparring match would be sure to result in; the Wind Hashira was renowned for his fury. Their scrambling down the halls drawing the interception from Kanroji. The Love Hashira met them with concerned, immediately offering her assistance. She was well practiced in mediation. Her bounce in step as she intruded upon the pending scurry drew immediate dismay from Sanemi. The red of his face burning and horrified at the way she had pressed herself between them, determined to separate the two other pillars. Her affectionate smile revealing how blissfully aware at the way she had squished the agitated man. The flush of his skin staining the scars that danced across his face. Only able to manage another curse before departing down the hallway, leaving a storm in his path just as the one he had provided at his arrival. Left alone, and obviously confused at the Wind breather’s pardon, Kanroji tilted her head at Giyuu. Her eyes wide and affectionate, quick to inquire if the Water Pillar was alright, and when met with the nature of his dilemma, she had beamed. She cooed his praise, sung compliment after compliment at his hard work, and reassured him that Ubuyashiki was in fact correct. This would be wonderful for him. The smack of her hand meeting his back, intending to be as affectionate as the words she threaded together were met against the curve of his spine. The brute strength she bared completely slipping from her mind—she had nearly tumbled him over. His back ached, he had concluded. He was beginning to lose faith that a day off was relaxing at all, as he considered the woman’s parting advice. She had always enjoyed a meal best, on her day off. Although Giyuu suspected Kanroji always enjoyed her meals, she had assured him that food always tasted perfect on a day off.

Yes, his meal was in good company. A stewing match of disappointment that rolled into overbearing flavor rather than the subtle gentle one he had craved. The salmon pressed against his teeth, an uncomfortable chalky texture that dragged as he chewed. He struggled to throw it away, it seemed such a waste to simply toss it. He couldn’t imagine a proper reason to squander such use of ingredients, he had made this wreck. Giyu had determined... It would be cruel to offer it to Kanzaburo; he should be the one to eat it. He also imagined that… his old crow despite its withering age, would not accept it from the scent alone. Not that the swordsman could fault him for it. There was also the reality, that Giyuu neither had the resolve to request someone else prepare the meal, not that any kakushi were available today. Pulled away for various work tasks, the Water Hashira had been left to his own devices, lulled into a false sense of security. He had been familiar with the basics of cooking. Urokodaki had ensured he had the capabilities to prepare for food for himself; the demands of his work had ensured he was capable of securing food in the wilderness. His onigiri were simple, but edible, easily fitting into his pocket. He had been known to catch his own fish, and prepare them over a fire when missions led him far from towns and villages. He had truly thought of all the tasks, this was the one he would succeed at. His face drawn, eyes facing the mess before him, he had gathered the courage to press on. It was not as though he was at risk of poisoning himself—he was confident in that, and so, he steeled himself for another bite.

The mansion had been deserted for the most part upon your arrival. The halls devoid of the usual bustle, only the occasional kakushi rushed pass you, eager hands determined to complete their task in the wake of their comrade’s absence. Too determined to accomplish duties to properly acknowledge you, not that they had been disrespectful by any means. They were simply enthralled in their obligations to offer more than a nod in passing, their feet pattering hard against wood floors. Your report had been filed to the head of the household. Had ensured the details had been properly disclosed. It had not been an especially trying demon, but the demands on your body from the trip were tiring. Nothing you were unaccustomed to—the Wind Hashira’s sparing matched were more toiling, but you couldn’t deny the ache in your bones as you rubbed your neck, your feet a mere echo amongst the noise of the mansion. A lone figure with no immediate pressing duties to attend to. The head, Ubuyashiki had offered you the gentlest of smiles, relieved to welcome you home once again. The touch of guilt that followed was not out of place, he had often borne fatigue upon any member’s arrival. Remorse and regret were known to steal his appetite, and you believed that tonight was no different. On weary bones he rose, his wife the Lady Ubuyashiki quick to accompany his side. His weight pressed against her as he regarded her with the warmth of long-time lovers intertwined by fate and joined at the hits, a sweet sight one that you often relished in such pressing times. You had begun to rise yourself, quick to excuse yourself from the wed couple, who were clearly preoccupied in one another’s embrace, but were paused at the door. Your hand on the frame as you peeked over your shoulder, greeted by Amane’s knowing smile as the leader of the Demon Corps asked if you would be willing to shoulder, just one more burden before retiring for the night. At first, you had assumed that he was requesting tea—the lack of kakushi would mean that not all of his medical needs were priority. He had preferred it that way, but Lady Amane was more the responsive to his needs, often supplying anything her husband required before he had even known himself. No, the pleasant smile was not one that requested any personal needs, but rather, he requested you pay visit to the kitchens, “you will know before you arrive,” he had said with the faintest of chuckles. The disease clear on his throat before he allowed himself to be fully taken by his wife, bidding you farewell for the night.

He was right. The smell greeted you long before you had turned the corner of the inner rooms. What spices drafted through creeks and clung to furniture, you did not know.. Far more pungent than the fermented and dried fish that frequented some villages. In fact, you would rather welcome the horrible familiar stench of kusaya than face what lied ahead. The rare person you passed just as quick to evade the scene, unwilling to be wrangled into what mess awaited you. The pinch of your nose against your nostrils. The heavy wave of booze that carried as you peeked around the corner. This was where you had found him. Lost in a sea of mangled daikon radishes, askew across the counter. Awkwardly peeled and telling of his unfamiliarity with a kitchen blade. The nicks slammed into the cutting wood slab far deeper than necessary, fluid as his breathing style, and just as lethal. Steam of rice well prepared despite the surrounding circumstances, Slimy folds of unsavory kombu seaweed, unsalvageable. A rare sight for any cooking experience, and the slight burn of fish that had not only been over cooked, but had trodden into smoldered. Edges revealing signs of over temperature whether of neglect having been too focused on cooking the radishes, or inexperience, you weren’t entirely sure. Nor were you entirely confident that the man who sat with the stoic face upon his features was not in fact intoxicated for how heavily the sake measurement reeked. Curiously examining his bowl, trying to determine exactly what ingredients he had selected, and the peculiar regard the Water Hashira had for the meal before him. Pursed lips, hyper focused as he dared one more bite. I-It can’t be tasty. Your gaze swept over him, following every line of his face, unsure? His eyelashes fluttering, and there it was. The small bend of his eyebrow. Disappointed. The word was the only accurate description for what you had witnessed. The distant memory of Shinobu sharing her “disgust” over having witnessed Tomioka partake in his favorite food. Salmon and daikon. His time spent over the kitchen, eagerly attempting to make his own meal, and savor its effort. Only to eagerly disappointed. The queasy way he regarded his bite. Chopsticks having secured it, resolving… no, willing himself to partake another bite despite the illease on his features.

You could not stop yourself. Perhaps it was that your body had not yet settled from your fight out in the field, or the dinner before you had awakened your adrenaline. Preparing you for another battle, the chance of self-poisoning certainly seemed possible in the state before you, although whether you cared to face the sneaking suspicion, or not, his lapis lazuli eyes captivated you. Washed from the deepest shades of blues stranded at grape hyacinth hues. Straight face, and unwilling to crack, but the surprise somehow was evident. You would chalk it up to instinct, born of that adrenaline rush, and nothing more. “Ah, Welcome home,” he had stated, monotonous despite the way your thoughts whispered that you had caught him off guard. His eyes beginning to drift to your hand, having caught his own within their grasp. His own hands warmed from the kitchen while yours touched on small touches of the inclined weather that awaited the outdoors. The realization you had grabbed him so familiarly touching your ears and drawing your eyes to the corner of your lashes, releasing him. Warm and embarrassed, as you bit your lip. Studied the ruins of produce spread across the counter. Suspected that he had intended to clean as soon as he had finished his meal.

“You’ll give yourself food poisoning,” you returned.

His eyes catching yours before inspecting the bite between the chopsticks. Rotating his wrist in an attempt to determine the risk. Unsure of how to proceed, the Water Hashira was not exactly known for his conversational skills. Nor quick to admit that he needed assistance. You had been well aware of that for your time working together, his often-incompatible nature often setting awkwardly against the other members of the Corps, you were often partnered together. Not that you had ever minded, in fact, you enjoyed the small moments together. Enjoyed the small wrinkle he would get in his brow when he concentrated, the wiggle of his eyebrows would reveal when he was embarrassed. Likely a result of feeling he had pressed too far, inconvenienced you in a way. The first time you had witnessed it, was when he had caught you. Your footing met awkwardly against the mountain side, and the blood loss from a demon inflicted wound had grown too heavy on you. Dulled your senses, and caused you to slip. His grasp had been firm. Resolved to ensuring your safety, he had gritted his teeth when the wound was made. Revealed a level of rage you hadn’t recognized beneath the calm façade of his, and at the moment he dared to embrace you, his eyebrows twitched. Anxious, the smallest tint shift in his features as he searched your reaction. It had ended in you accepting a piggy back ride from him. Far closer than either of you two had ever dared to cross, much like now. Some part of you daring to push, after all, Ubuyashiki had requested your assistance. There would be nothing… more to meeting them. Just like there had been no underlining meaning to him carrying you to the Butterfly Mansion that day.

Through pursed lips, shy and unwilling to accept the weight at your chest, and the way it fluttered as you wielded a small kitchen knife, you leaned forward. As though you were instructing a small child, one new to the kitchen, and eager to learn. Rotated your wrists, adjusted his hands over the daikon as necessary. You had tossed his failed attempt into the compost bin, reassured him that it would not be a waste this way—his guilt was heavy and noticeable as you laid out the necessary ingredients, and tools you would require to complete dinner. Successfully able to determine that his rice was salvageable, and well-seasoned overall. One less thing to worry about, only the main course needed completing then. Had complied when he requested you show him, noticed the way his ears tinted, the quip of his brow serious and focused in the way that you adored as you leaned over him, daring to touch his hands, and demonstrate the proper technique. Left to simmer, you secured the salmon and laid it before him. Reminded him that unlike his duties, the kitchen blade required a softer movement. One like a stream rather than a wave, and not to fight the gentle ease of his wrist as he followed your instruction. Slice after slice, dropping the salmon into warm water left in the wake of the cooked daikon, and just as quick to retrieve it—you would not allow this salmon to suffer the same fate as the fish before it. In death, it deserved dignity. Not the disgrace the other one had endured. Watched as he transferred it to cold water, leaned over the counter as you tested the daikon to ensure that it was manageable temperature. Perfectly cooked, but able to handle before dropping it to the pot once more alongside an embellishment of seaweed. He had listened eagerly to you explain the importance of moderation in seasoning, his eyes followed your movements as though he were witnessing a kabuki theater. Traced your silhouette, watched as the steam traced you form. Told yourself that it was merely his focus that drew his attention to you. Shy and avoiding meeting his peering gaze, one that threatened to wake the core of your soul and release words you dare not whisper. Distant, hopeful thoughts intrusive and homely in nature. Dreams of a home upon retirement. Time spent in the kitchen just like this. Reveal yourself to him in a way that you know. Together… No, no, focus on the ginger, you hissed to yourself. Your fingers grasping the ginger far tighter than you intended. Not that he hadn’t noticed, but wished to convince yourself he hadn’t. There was nothing more to this, nothing outside of orders you had received, you reminded yourself as you carefully ladled the broth into a bowl. Garnishing with warm slices of daikon that glistened into the light. The delicate hint of ginger that embraced the sake, perfectly balanced. The feeling of GIyuu’s eyes glued to your form, the way he regarded you. New. Soft, and delicate as the way you placed the bowl before him, a side of rice alongside it.

There, you had told yourself. You would leave the kitchen cleaning to him. It was after all his mess in the first place. You would pick up the necessary, slip yourself some onigiri, and sneak away before he had the opportunity to realize the depth you were carrying. The impending worry that those intrusive thoughts, ones that lingered for his touch. To share in more than just one another’s company. It needed to be avoided at all costs, but his voice had caught you. You had rarely been able to escape his gaze.

“Will you.. eat with me?” Small, quiet. That wrinkle of his eyebrows that whispered his unsureness to you. Likely questioning if he had crossed the line, so completely unaware that your heart had done so long ago. How weak you were to resist him. How could he ask such of you? Did he truly not know? How would you deny him? What excuse could you offer? How much longer could you pretend that it were merely the duties that had bound you to one another? Nervous bite of your lip and the blush that burned at your cheeks as you nervously secured your own portion, his head turned from your own as you questioned whether you should sit across from him or… beside him? How could he be so unaware?

Perhaps, as oblivious as you were to the smile that caught his lips. The press of your shoulders providing extra warmth despite the cold of the night beginning to settle in. The hush of goosebumps that quivered down his back as he leaned into your shoulder. The salmon and daikon was good. Perhaps, the very best he had ever enjoyed, but the company was even better.

If you are interested in trying Giyuu's favorite meal, I highly recommend Honey'sAnime recipe for a more traditional approach, or Naoko Takei Moore's elivated dish.

#demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kny x reader #tomioka giyu x reader #demon slayer #giyuu tomioka

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kny-agere · 4 months

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Hellooo :D your blog is acc soo cool! if you can and have the time, what about a drabble of little giyuu with caretaker urokodaki? I feel like there needs to be more urokodaki and giyuu fics in this worldd since they seem to have such a cute father figure/son relation shippp T-T thank youu

Took some liberty w/ this prompt!! Takes place right after final selection so we’ll put Giyuu at around 13. Since I hc him regressing so young I think even as a teen he could still be very little.

★彡☆彡★彡

Usually Urokodaki was happy to see his student regress. It meant Tomioka was comfortable, that he had trust in his master to care for him. Sabito had a harder time letting go in such a way. It wasn’t a bad thing necessarily, just a difference in how his students internalized their feelings.

Now though he only had one child to care for. When Giyuu returned from final selection alone he collapsed into a near catatonic state. The boy didn’t have too many physical injuries, but he looked exhausted. Urokodaki gladly took his student into his arms and carried him inside the small cabin.

Tomioka had never been regressed for so long. Sakonji worried, but never felt tired of caring for him. The elder fed his disciple by hand, coaxing rice and porridge into his mouth. He had never needed to use bottles before but luckily had some on hand anyways. Despite the less than ideal situation it was cute, almost comforting, to watch Giyuu suckle. It set in stone his young mindset.

He really treated the boy as a baby. For days Urokodaki cradled Giyuu, dressed him and fed him and even put him to bed at night. Now their futons were pushed together so the man can wake up anytime Tomioka has a nightmare, which is several times throughout a week.

Sakonji cradles the boy now while he cries into a soft blue haori. Giyuu still can’t express himself in words but his emotions are clear. Gentle cooing and rocking back and forth isn’t enough. His voice is rough and dry in the middle of the night but the elder attempts to draw a tune from the back of his throat.

He may look threatening and in many ways he still is. The years of slaying have dragged on until his appearance matched his reputation. Deep underneath Urokodaki is tender though, especially when caring for his students. After pushing Giyuu to train harder and harder he is happy to coddle him.

A soft song and hands running through his hair eventually drags Tomioka back into a true slumber. His relaxed face while sleeping is the only time you can’t see the anguish in his eyes. It’s comforting even if only for a moment.

Urokodaki knows if he sets the boy down eventually he’ll just wake up crying again. Having grown used to late nights the foreseeable lack of sleep doesn’t annoy him, not when he has one of his students safe in his arms.

#age regression #sfw agere #age regressor #fandom agere #demon slayer #kny #cglre #agere requests #tomioka giyuu #little!tomioka #kimetsu no yaiba #cg!urokodaki #urokodaki sakonji #urokodaki

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shirakumos-sandwich-shop · 2 years

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Tale of the Flower Hashira Pt.4

MASTERLIST

INFO:

This story will contain Kyojiro Rengoku x Reader, Tengen Uzui x reader and Douma x reader. All separately. (Tengen is still in a relationship with his wives.)

Y/n Shinaguzawa is 18 at the start of this story. phisical appearance is mentioned, y/n has long white hair and specific scarring. Skintone, eye color etc. are not mentioned.

This fanfic will only follow the plotline of seasons 1&2.

WARNINGS:

If you are uncomfortable with any of the following then DNI.

(Extreme gore, Branding, Swearing, Manipulative behavior, disturbing content, Unhealthy relationships, disturbing relationship between child y/n and a demon.)

Taglist: @violet-19999 @devilfleur

CHAPTER 4:

“Flower breathing, first form, sakura slash.”

The demon’s arm that held up the boar headed lad was immediately severed. Both him and the arm crashed to the ground with a sickening thud. The demon in front of you had the head of a spider. Although you had seen many disturbing demons by now, this one really turned your stomach.

“Well, it looks like someone beat you with an ugly stick.” You mumbled. “Mind if I put you out of your misery?”

You dodged a slash from the demon’s remaining claw. Quickly, you ran up the side of a thick pine tree, flipped backwards and behind the creature before laying down the final blow.

“Sixth form, Wilting Orchid.”

The blade twisted in your hand, cutting in a swift X motion, powered by your falling momentum. The creature collapsed to the ground, first the body, then the arms, and the head. Each part neatly divided and already beginning to disintegrate.

“Woah…” The boar headed lad ogled while you sheathed your blade.

“How are you still standing, kid?” You questioned. “Your injuries are really bad.”

“THE MOUNTAIN KING NEVER FEELS PAIN!”

“That sounds concerning. I think the mountain king needs to take a nap.”

“FIGHT ME!”

“Slayers don’t fight other slayers, sweetpea.” You grabbed the boy by the pants and dragged him along behind you.

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Tanjiro took a sharp breath, looking around for the source of this new and confusing scent.

“Giyuu, I found this boar kid in the woods. Should I take him home?”

You entered the boy’s view and the scent became stronger. He held up what was left of his sword with his shaking hands.

“Woah kid, you shouldn’t be-“

“Why do you have the scent of a demon?” Tanjiro asked before his vision darkened and he crumpled to the ground.

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You had made a fine recovery, although it felt slow to the demon who constantly watched over you. Douma didn’t quite know why he continued to visit you in his child form, it just seemed like the right approach. Not that he cared or even considered you had been through a traumatic experience. Being in the guise of a child seemed to put you at ease. He dare say that you were beginning to grow attached to him.

You weren’t allowed to interact with many people at the cult that your new caretaker ran. It seemed like there was a different woman every day bringing a plate of delicacies to your room. You never saw them again in the gardens or any of the rooms you were allowed to wander through.

The gardens were your favorite, you’d sit there for hours, memorizing plant names from a giant book you had discovered in the library. Often when his cult duties were over, Douma would come and sit with you under the moonlight.

The walls were high and smooth in the garden and impossible for your small body. Except for one spot where a large cherry tree grew and hung over the edge of the wall. One night while you were alone, you decided to test this idea. It had been months since you first came here and you hadn’t been allowed to search for your brothers. You scaled the tree quickly and started inching down the branch. It became thinner and thinner as your balance became more and more precarious.

“What are you doing up there?”

Immediately you wobbled and fell, crashing down into some of the garden’s hydrangea bushes. Douma folded his arms and glared down at you.

“What are you doing?” he repeated.

“Nothing…”

“I’ve told you, it's too dangerous out there for you.”

“I just thought that-”

He huffed and grabbed your wrist to pull you to your feet. His grip was a bit too harsh and you let out a whimper of pain. “I’m sorry Douma, I didn’t want to make you mad.”

The boy loosened his grip and slipped his hand into yours instead so he could lead you along behind him. “I’m not mad, y/n. You just can’t be wandering off, especially without protection.”

He pulled you into your private room and had you sit down on your futon. Then he left for a moment and returned for a moment and returned with a steaming cup of herbal tea.

“Drink this.” He shoved the cup into your hand.

“What is it for?” You asked timidly, staring into the murky contents of the teacup.

“It will help you rest, there’s something I need to do now, but I can’t have you feeling any discomfort. So just take it like the good girl you are and it will all be over in the morning.”

You looked at him and then at the cup, unsure if you should do as he said.

“Drink it. You trust me right?” He gave you a soft smile and patted your head.

You drank, the tea was bitter, but you managed the whole thing. Soon you felt yourself drifting off and you crawled closer to Douma and laid your head in his lap. He stroked your long hair as you fell asleep. Only when your breathing slowed did he tug back the neck of your kimono and let his fingernails lengthen to their usual state. With light strokes, he carved a shape into your skin. The lines weren’t more than scratches but they immediately closed, leaving behind a noticeable purple scar. His dormant blood wouldn’t turn you, only keep you safe with his scent. Any demon who came across you would immediately know you were property of Upper Two.

Bonus:

“I don’t think I’m disliked.” Giyuu said in confusion, he turned to you. “Am I disliked, Y/n?”

“I don’t know, I like you well enough though.”

“Well you aren’t much better, Y/n.” Shinobu giggled softly.

Both you and Giyuu looked at each other in the same tired manor.

“Well at least we have each other.” You sighed.

Chapter 5.

#douma x y/n #douma x reader #douma fanfic #demon slayer #demon slayer angst #demon slayer x reader #rengoku x reader #tengen uzui x reader #demon slayer fanfic #fanfiction #Tale of the flower hashira

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crimsonkenjii-writes · 2 years

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FICS

Coffee’s On Me: Tomioka Giyuu

Makes You Squirt for the First Time: Tomioka Giyuu

ASMRist Boyfriend Spoils you for ASMR Content: Tomioka Giyuu

Take Your Child to Work Day: Tomioka Giyuu

Demon in the Darkness Kinktober 2022: Tomioka Giyuu

Late Night Horny Thoughts: Tomioka Giyuu

Reader’s Request: Rengoku Kyojuro

Baker Boyfriend Show You Secret Menu In The Back: Tomioka Giyuu

Married With Children: Rengoku Kyojuro

From Greetings to Hugs to Lovers: Tomioka Giyuu

Caretaker Falling In Love: Tomioka Giyuu

Don’t Worry My Love, I Will Save You: Tomioka Giyuu

Is It Alright To Date My Friend’s Sister?: Tomioka Giyuu

Take Off Your Shirt: Tomioka Giyuu

Married With Children: Tomioka Giyuu

Lighting Pillar! Reader Reunites With: Tomioka Giyuu

Lighting Pillar! Reader: Tomioka Giyuu

You Look Just Like Him: Rengoku Kyojuro

DRABBLES

Wherever You Are Is Home: Tomioka Giyuu

Watching Him Play With Himself: Tomioka Giyuu

Cockwarming: Tomioka Giyuu

Can’t Sleep?: Tomioka Giyuu

Nocturnal Creatures: Tomioka Giyuu

Mornings After: Tomioka Giyuu

Love Waking Up To You: Tomioka Giyuu

You Look Really Cute: Tomioka Giyuu

First Time: Tomioka Giyuu

Don’t Run Away From My Kisses: Tomioka Giyuu

Happy Birthday: Tomioka Giyuu

Always Come Back Home To Me, Please: Tomioka Giyuu

Reader Is Hurt: Tomioka Giyuu

HEADCANONS

Boquet of Flowers For Who?: Tomioka Giyuu; Rengoku Kyojuro; Tengen Uzui; Genya+Sanemi Shinazugawa

SFW + NSFW HC’s: Rengoku Kyojuro; Tengen Uzui

They Find Out You Are Pregnant

Alphabet A,C,M: Tomioka Giyuu; Rengoku Kyojuro

Alphabet S,T,U: Rengoku Kyojuro

Alphabet F,I,N,P,U: Tomioka Giyuu

Alphabet M,N,Y: Tomioka Giyuu

Alphabet L,O,V,E: Rengoku Kyojuro

Alphabet A,C: Rengoku Kyojuro

Alphabet D,H,Q,V,S: Tomioka Giyuu

Alphabet F,K: Kamado Tanjiro

Alphabet K: Tomioka Giyuu

Love Langue’s of the Hashiras

#crimson’s masterlist

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tactiletea · 9 months

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Based on a request I received on my rp blog, these are my interpretations of Iguro Obanai's relationships with the other Hashira

Shinobu - They get along fairly well and have spent time sparing with one another. Both having a breathing style based on the fluidity of their chosen animal makes them a good pair for training their abilities. He has helped her to milk venomous snakes for her research. He admires her patience when working as a caretaker for the injured slayers as he's far too short tempered for such a role.

Giyuu - Obanai hates Giyuu. His awkward, often depressing demeanor plays at Obanai's temper. They've all been through awful ordeals that have brought them forward and yet they have all managed to push through. And while he thinks Giyuu is a fine warrior and would have his back in a fight, he doesn't have the energy to spend anymore time with him than necessary. In Obanai's eyes, if Giyuu is so pressed about his role as a pillar, maybe he should step down until he gets it together. Obanai might be able to relate to his sense of self loathing but he doesn't let that stop him from rising to the occasion.

Tengen - Despite having fairly different personality, they get along just fine. They've spoken at length about their pasts and the sense of dissatisfaction and loathing they feel toward the clans they each hail from is something they've found common ground in. He likes Tengen well enough and they two can often be a snarky pair. But if Tengen makes one more attempt to make Obanai 'flashier', he will not hesitate to punch him.

Kyojurou - He deeply admires Kyojurou's strength and the two have spent time together. He's a good person and his brimming positivity and outlook on life is something Obanai often envies. Kyojurou gives the air of a true leader and someone you can rely on and Obanai likes that about him. However, he wishes he'd be a little quieter sometimes.

Mitsuri - He loves her. She's kind and warm and a bit of a ditz but always good natured. He admires how carefree she can seem and how she never seems to speak poorly of others. She has always treated him kindly and never judged him. When he's around her, he almost feels normal. She's also an incredibly strong fighter. He wishes they had been born into different circumstances so that they could be together but he cherishes the time he spends with her nevertheless.

Muichirou - It's lamentable that such a young kid is a part of the demon slayers, let alone one of the hashira. Still, he has to respect him for rising through the ranks despite his troubles and his age. He appreciates that he's on the quieter side as there are a lot of loud personalities among the hashira. He does think he's a little too spacy for his own good.

Gyoumei - Obanai has a lot of respect for Gyoumei's strength. He's a reliable figure among the slayers. And Gyoumei, for lack of a better word, sees through him more clearly than anyone else. Gyoumei seems to know his insecurities and failings and tries to offer a shoulder to lean on. He's a good guy, if not a little strange.

Sanemi - Other than Mitsuri, he gets along with Sanemi the best. The two are among the most abrasive of the hashira and can tolerate that about each other in a way that might offend or annoy the others. They're often found making snarky comments and jokes about the others. He's a good drinking buddy too.

#obanai iguro

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tothemeadow · 2 years

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could you please do the Pillars raising a child? Thank you!

I can envision the chaos now… 💀

Pillars Raising a Child HCs

Giyuu

Know how this hoe got bit by a dog? The same thing happens with kids. Children plus Giyuu go as well together as orange juice and toothpaste. It’s not that he doesn’t like the kid, it’s just that… Well, the kid doesn’t like him. 0/10 he cries himself to sleep

Gyomei

Fucking banger with the kids. It’s canon that he’s good with them and takes care of them like the true dad he is!!! While he is incredibly intimidating, he’s also such a softie:( Children eventually warm up to him and seek out his company. 10/10 I wish he was my father

Kyojuro

So, so good with kids that it’s not even funny. He’d be super protective of them, yet help them understand the hardships of life. While he wouldn’t take the child on a mission, Kyojuro would bring back snacks/souvenirs whenever he comes home 🥺 10/10 better dad than Shinjuro

Mitsuri

Loves!!! Kids!!! And!!!! Babies!!! That being said, she’s most likely gonna be unintentionally harsh on the kid. And by that I mean instead of giving them soft/mushy foods, she’ll be prone to stuff an entire daikon radish in their mouth. Her heart’s in it, so that’s all that matters. 8/10 okay with kids but definitely a milf

Muichiro

No.

Obanai

Obanai can’t stand kids. They’re loud, they’re annoying, and he hates the sound of a child screaming. He might have some exceptions when dealing with a child, but I wouldn’t get your hopes up tbh. 2/10 prefers snake bbys

Sanemi

Incredible with kids but won’t admit it. However, he’s insanely hard on them. Sanemi can and will unintentionally/intentionally make literally any baby in a mile radius cry. He will distance himself away from the kid so they won’t get hurt. 5/10 really good but Gordan Ramsay status is too much

Shinobu

It might take her a bit to adjust at first, but Shinobu would be a fantastic caretaker/mother. She has mama bear blood running through her, but she can also be as sweet as sugar. She’d also pass on her knowledge of medicine, poisons, etc. Honestly, she’d love to teach a kid everything she knows. 9/10 medicinal milf

Tengen

Horrible. Just… horrible. Punt the baby? Yeah. Carry it like a (American) football? Sure. Would use them as a negotiation tactic? Wouldn’t put it pass him. Tengen is a particular man with particular ways, and having a child around is not flamboyant. 0/10 he only gets an honorable dilf mention

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colourstreakgryffin · 11 months

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Random Hashira Post #4

Massive shoutout to the darling, @kindestwalkingmentalbreakdown for the scenario! All credit goes to her!

Hotel Vacation with the Hashira

Uzui Tengen

- Good luck keeping control of Tengen after he shoots off to the bar

- He becomes way too wild as he is waving his arms around and walking off, drunk out of his mind but laughing at the same time

- Tengen is very child-like in the hotel. He’s interested in everything he sees

- It may seem like Tengen is a regular at hotel but he actually is not. This would be his first trip to a hotel

- And he already loves it dearly! He got to help tune the DJ booth with the head DJ and he was thrilled

- Smooth talks the female bartenders and/or waitresses into flirting with each other. It’s harmless fun

Himejima Gyomei

- Once again, the caretaker/take-chargist of the Hashira

- He paid for the deluxe hotel experience(which includes the restaurant, the pool and etc.) and takes care of their belongings in their big-ass hotel room

- Gyomei smiles through the chaos. Unless something is going on that he needs to break up, he’ll be chilling and keeping a ear out for the nine whilst most likely reading

- He experiences gratitude very openly whilst attending the activities with the Hashira. He’ll make sure the staff know he is grateful

- Gyomei goes to bed a lot early then the rest of the Hashira and sleeps like a rock. You won’t be able to move him nor wake him up until next morning

- Enjoys the tours. The outside tours to nearby villages, sunset tours and more. Just hearing a soft-voiced staff tell him about the sights he can’t see, calms him down

Tomioka Giyuu

- Unless Shinobu quite literally drags him across the floor, Giyuu will spend all his time in the hotel room on his designated bed

- He’ll probably catch up on sleep or simply read. At least, he’ll be alone

- He isn’t hyped for socialisation so he’s dead quiet for the entire activity experience. He may respond to the staff and that’s it

- Would rather eat alone but is forced to be with the group at the restaurant by Shinobu

- Believe it or not but Giyuu goes to the Spa pretty much everyday during the Hashira’s vacation. It’s quiet, it’s warm and he gets free relaxing messages. He’s all for it

Kocho Shinobu

- Shinobu finds the hotel amusing all over. It’s interesting, she’ll join in

- Shinobu is a wine lady. She’ll go to the bar when she is bored and pick out a glass or two of red wine to finally enjoy the night

- The type to pick out a very specific dish on the breakfast bar/restaurant menu and refuse to have anything else. She’s picky as fuck

- Why waste this fun experience? Shinobu partakes in all the designated hotel activities and personally buys more since she does actually enjoy them(alongside Mitsuri and Kyojuro)

- Shinobu stocks up on self-care products from the hotel’s stores for her mansion and ends up falling in love with the uniquely shaped soaps she finds

Iguro Obanai

- Simply follows Mitsuri everywhere. He believes he is a lot safer with her in this new environment

- He has NEVER been in a hotel before in his life so he is a bit overwhelmed by the sights

- Obanai brings Kaburamaru to the hotel’s deluxe activities, and will fight with the staff if they demand he has to bring the snowy serpent back to his room

- Mitsuri goes to the breakfast bar? Obanai is deciding that he needs a second breakfast. Mitsuri goes to the pool? Obanai is carrying a bag of her belongings to watch over. Mitsuri is simply looking over the balcony? Obanai is next to her on the nearby chair with a book

- On his own, he kinda just tags along as he isn’t really interested in the experience. It’s a place to sleep, eat and waste his time but that doesn’t mean he won’t join in

- Obanai is the type to read a put-off book whilst at one of the hotel’s experiences, either the restaurant or the pool

- Obanai will not get in the pool with the rest of the Hashira. He doesn’t feel comfortable. Too many random people are around

- But he’ll go shopping for Mitsuri

Shinazugawa Sanemi

- Okay? This is a hotel. It’s not like Sanemi is really awed nor cares

- He has seen plenty of hotels in his life(mayhaps because he had to provide Genya with a place to sleep more than once)

- He does really enjoy the hotel’s restaurant food and plays in the bowling arena section every single day

- Sanemi is rarely in the Hashira’s hotel room. He is always out and exploring the hotel

- He even stays up late. Sanemi is one of the two last Hashira to hit the hay(other is Tengen)

- Don’t be surprised if Sanemi somehow ends up finding Tengen and dragging him back to the Hashira

- He goes to the Hotel’s little gift shop and buys a gift for Genya but shush, he won’t let the Hashira know that

Kanroji Mitsuri

- Loves attending the live music events. She sings alongside the band, even if she doesn’t know the lyrics

- Mitsuri orders so much food that the poor waiters need the Hashira’s help with carrying the plates

- Is the type to talk to the strangers in the elevator. She wants to make friends with everybody

- Mitsuri hates the cold so she goes to ask for extra blankets very embarrassedly and to express her thank-you, manually goes to clean them in the laundry mat before she leaves the hotel

- She sometimes worries about bed bugs and asks the Hashira about it. Eventually, Gyomei has to move the bed and Obanai to thoroughly check the sheets to ease her worries

- Mitsuri is so excited for the next day everytime that she gets up insanely early and then wakes up Obanai so they can go out

Tokito Muichiro

- Somebody put this boy on a leash. He’ll wonder off and never be findable

- Creates the stress for the Hashira. He won’t just stay in one spot

- The staff regularly enter the Hashira’s room to give them back Muichiro

- He is kinda plain about the whole experience. What’s he suppose to think? Ya. It’s a tall building with movies, food and beds

- Talking about the movies. Let Muichiro watch something at the hotel’s cinema and then he’ll stay put for AGES

- Don’t ask how it works. None of the Hashira know. Muichiro goes from bored and uninterested to willing and calm all because he watched one movie

- He takes almost ten minutes to process the Hashira are doing a activity(like the pool, restaurant or the child friendly board games) and then goes along with a lot of questions

Rengoku Kyojuro

- “GREETINGS, DEAR SIR/MA’AM!” Kyojuro yell-asks how the staff are when he sees one. He is curious how their day has been

- He loves the food tours. Everybody may look at him when he calls out ‘Umai’ but it’s free, delicious food. Kyojuro feels obligated to express his gratitude

- Kyojuro swipes the Hashira’s pillows on their beds and creates a nest out of pillows on his bed at random. It’s pretty cute

- He’ll do absolutely every activity the hotel offers. He wants to make the experience the most fun humanely possible(he brings Mitsuri along since she’s the same)

- Kyojuro becomes one-time friends with random people at the hotel’s restaurant, whilst waiting for his food, he talks to the nearby table. He bonds well with the family’s kids

- He goes to get his hair styled at the hotel’s hair salon and his hairstylist compliments his hair for the colour. Then he goes on a 30 minute rant about the history of his family’s flame-coloured hair

- Kyojuro is the type to collect dirty dishes/laundry himself and bring it to staff before he leaves the area

- Overall, Kyojuro will leave a very positive review of his time at the hotel and even suggest it to Senjuro and Shinjuro

If it’s not obvious, my creative juices are a little stuck on this scenario but hope it’s okay

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