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How the Hashira men sleep with their s/o!
Characters: Gyomei;Sanemi;Obanai;Tomioka;Tokito;Tengen;Rengoku x gn!reader
~Gyomei~
• Poor guy is so big he takes up most of the space on the bed
• So, since you don't have much space on the futon, he lets you sleep on top of him-!
• Is a literal human heating pad, so don't you worry about getting cold at night
• Will hold you close with his strong arms, careful not to crash you with them
• Sometimes he'll bring in his cats to sleep with you two, so you'll have the fluffies all over you!
~Sanemi~
• This man is so protective
• But also silly, so i imagine him sleeping ON TOP of you
• Like.. he'll just lay on top of you like he's tackling you against the bed
• If you try to push him off he'll bite (playfully)
• He loves feeling the softness of you against him 😞
~Obanai~
• Obanai is such an insecure little guy, he'll hide under the blankets!
• Finds it fairly difficult to fall asleep
• You're eager to help, letting him squish himself close to you and hide under the blanket like a mole
• Keep it in mind, you're dealing with Kaburamaru too!
• Snakey will most likely wrap around your leg or rest under the blanket in a cozy empty space
~Tomioka~
• He's such a sub
• He'll be the lil spoon
• Bonus points for you, if you wrap your legs around him
• Sometimes in the middle of the night he'll turn around and you two will just be entangled together
• Totally feels odd when you're not sleeping next to him
~Tokito~
• He is a tiny baby
• I think he'd just lay on your chest or stomach, letting you cuddle him up
• And give him the comfort he deserves!
• He has the tendency to fall off the bed randomly
~Tengen + wives!~
• Tengen just appreciates how he's swarmed by his partners~
• One on the left, second on the right, laying on his chest, and then another two on his left and right, laying on his stomach
• But hell is poor bro uncomfortable :((
• Tho he won't tell, you and the girlies know and give him massages!
• There are times where it's the opposite, him laying on the side, cuddling up to you while Makio, Suma and Hinatsuru just stack themselves over you :3
~Rengoku~
• This man changes his sleeping positions all the time during night
• HE'S SQUIRMING SO MUCH!
• His fav is laying across from you, resting his head on your belly like the finest pillow
• Sometimes you'll find him laying between your legs, his face squished against your tummy 🥺
• (snores!)
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Stars Around Scars
“You drew stars around my scars”
Pairing: Fem!reader x Obanai. y/n’s skin color/hair color/texture is not specified
Summary: Y/n is the newest hashira and catches the attention of Obanai. The more you get to know each other, the more you fall for each other. And the more you’re scared to admit it.
Word Count: 5.6k
Warnings: Spoilers for what’s under Obanai’s bandages, mentions of a difficult upbringing, y/n is scarred, a touch fo yearning, body worship, face sitting, raw sex, cream pie, Obanai being a softie bc I know he is for his girl idc<3, not proof read
You stepped onto the Hashira compound, a swirl of emotions inside you. There was a swelling sense of pride at getting to the highest level a Demon Slayer could hope to achieve. There was a nagging feeling of anxiety as you wondered if you truly were worthy of this honor. Though you sometimes doubted yourself, you knew you would give it your all. You just hoped that was enough.
Meeting the other Hashiras didn’t help with your imposter syndrome. They all seemed so confident, so capable, that you wondered if you could ever measure up. They weren't quite as welcoming as you’d hoped, but no one was mean to you. It was in the nature of a Hashira to be wary, you just hoped you could win their trust over time.
Your first week was long and exhausting as you learned the layout of the compound, were updated on the biggest current threats to the Corps, and were thrown into training. The training, though tough, was where you felt the most confident. You were used to brutal training sessions, so there was a sense of comfort slipping into something familiar.
Nonetheless, it was a tiring week and you were looking forward to enjoying lunch on your day off under a particularly shady tree. You made your own food instead of eating what was provided by the compound, enjoying the familiar flavors of home. You had a complicated relationship with your family, but the food brought you a sense of peace after a long week.
The tree was a perfect as you thought, providing shade from the sun and cool breezes on occasion. You let your back rest against the stump as you enjoyed some stillness. You were only there a few minutes when you sensed movement out of the corner of your eye. You zeroed in on it, recognizing the scaly white creature as Obanai’s snake.
“Hello little guy,” you greeted the snake. Kaburamaru blinked at you. “Are you hungry?” His tongue darted out, which you took as a yes. “Not sure if snakes like salmon, but you go.” You ripped off a piece of your salmon onigiri and placed it gently before the snake. He gobbled it up, which made you smile. “You’re a cute little guy aren’t you? Are you looking for your... err father?” You weren’t sure exactly what Obanai considered the snake. “You do know he’s right above us, right?”
Obanai stiffened on the branch he was perched on. He’d been sitting there before you arrived and thought it was the perfect opportunity to scope out the new hashira without being noticed. He, evidently, had been noticed. “When did you know I was here?” he asked.
You looked up and gave him a kind smile. “I saw you from across the yard. I figured the tree was big enough for both of us. Didn’t wanna bother you if you didn’t want to be found.”
“Impressive.” He wasn’t sure if he was more impressed that you noticed or that you showed no signs of it. His stealthiness was usually one of his greater strengths, so for you to see through it was truly worthy of praise.
The snake hashira dropped to the ground next to you, barely making a sound. You knew the grace of his landing had nothing to do with his smaller size and everything to do with year of training. “Thank you.” You were surprised to hear praise from him, You hadn’t had much interaction with Obanai after your introduction, but heard from Shinobu that he could be quite tough. “Kaburamaru is so sweet. Do you consider him a pet?” You gently pet the top of the snake’s head as he slithered past you.
Obanai was surprised that the snake allowed this; he usually was hostile towards strangers. The kindness you showed the snake had interested him, as many people were not so pleasant to Kaburamaru. Obanai didn’t know you well, but if his snake approved of you, it gave him a good feeling about your character.
“He’s a friend,” Obanai explained. He watched your face for any judgement, which he was used to when he told people about the relationship between him and Kaburamaru. People didn’t understand it and tended to mock him for it. Not that those people usually left those conversations laughing.
You, however, smiled. “I bet he’s a great friend.” There was no a trace of mocking in your voice. The way you smiled at Obanai made him... uncomfortable. Not in a negative way, no that was for sure. But he felt something he could not quite put his finger on. “Do you want to join me for lunch?”
Obanai did want to stay. He was intrigued by you and wanted to know more. However, eating involved taking his bandages off and he was not going to do that around someone he just met. “I’ve got some business to attend to.”
You knew it was a long shot. In your short time at the compound, you’d never seen Obanai eating. You knew he had to at some point, but it seemed something he preferred to do in private. “Of course. Why don’t you take a few onigiri? I made too many anyway.”
You placed them in his hands before he could respond. Obanai felt strangely moved by this small act of kindness. He was not used to people, especially new people, being so, well, kind to him. He knew it was his own fault; he wasn’t exactly the most approachable person. Typically it didn’t bother him, as he preferred solitude. He found a lot of people were not worth his time. Something about you, though, made him feel differently. “Thank you,” he replied. “I’ll se you around.”
With that you were truly alone under the tree. You hoped you made a decent impression and hadn’t come off too strong forcing food on him. What if he didn’t like it? Would he think poorly of you? And why did you care that much if he liked your onigiri? You guessed it was your nerves about being accepted by the other hashiras. Obanai seemed like a tough nut to crack and you felt one wrong move could make him have a negative opinion of you.
As you sat under the tree reflecting on your interaction with him, you felt a little blush creep up your cheeks. You knew you weren’t flustered just because he was a coworker you wanted to impress, you thought he was cute. You felt so totally juvenile sitting here crushing on your coworker. You barely knew him, plus there were a lot more important things to focus on with this job then a crush. You did your best to shove that thought away and enjoy the rest of your day.
***
Later in the week you sat in the compound library, flipping through books. You loved reading, but your home village did not not have nearly as much reading material- not that you would have had much time to read them.
You sensed motion and looked up to find Obanai approaching. Unbeknownst to you, a small smile appeared under his bandages that you’d sensed him again. “Hi, Obanai and hi Kaburamaru,” you ignored how him standing close to you made your pulse surge. You gave the snake a gentle head rub. Obanai appreciated that you greeted his snake, as most ignore him. “I’m not hogging anything you want, am I?” You weren’t exactly sure how the library worked here, as there was no librarian monitoring the works. You hopes you weren’t doing anything you weren’t supposed to.
Obanai shook his head. “No, I actually wanted to uh- thank you.” He wasn’t sure why the words felt hard to get out. “For the onigiri, I mean. It was great. The best I’ve ever had actually.” He’s never felt such a need to praise someone over something so small.
The way you beamed up at him made his heart do something strange. It fluttered. It fucking fluttered. He always thought it was bull shit when people said someone made their heart flutter, but he couldn’t deny how the sensation started in his chest and seemed to spread through his whole body. He could feel Kaburamaru staring at him, sending that Obanai was feeling something strong.
“Oh, I’m so glad!” You gushed. “I am making some soup later, but I’ll definitely have extra. I know you don’t like eating in front of everyone, so I could bring it to your room… you know if- if you want.” You became more shy as you spoke, unsure if you were doing too much. Obanai was looking at you in a way that you couldn’t quite decipher, which made you nervous you were weirding him out.
Little did you know, Obanai felt warmed by your words. You’d been here a short while and shown him more consideration than most of the other hashiras had. “I’d like that. If it’s not any trouble.”
You were relieved. “None at all. I’ll come by your room later.”
Though he didn’t want to leave, he also felt he needed to make a get away to clear his head and sort out these strange feelings. “See you then.”
Later that evening, you arrived at Obanai’s door with a pot of soup in your hands and butterflies in your stomach. No matter how stupid you told yourself you were being, you couldn’t quite banish them. Obanai opened the door, pulling you from your thoughts. It didn’t shock you that he knew you were there without you having to knock.
“Hi,” you said
“Hello.” Kaburamaru stuck his tongue as a greeting.
“Here’s the soup,” you said stupidly. Obviously that’s what it was, that’s the whole reason you came here. Your nerves were making you feel like you were being awkward. Ugh.
“Thank you,” Obanai replied. He was feeling a bit awkward himself, though he was blaming himself for it. Your hands brushed at you handed the pot over to him and you both had to stifle a gasp. “Smells really good,” Obanai said, trying to distract from how such a minor touch made him feel.
“Thank you,” you replied. “Oh! I almost forgot. I bought some salmon for Kaburamaru. Seemed like he liked it.” You fished the wrapped little piece of salmon out of your bad and placed on top of the pop. Kaburamaru shimmied gratefully.
Obanai smiled and even you could tell by the way his eyes crinkled. “You’re going to spoiled him.”
You giggled, a sound that made Obanai’s heart flutter. Again. “I’d say he deserves it.” There was a beat of silence. You both wanted to say more but weren’t sure what. You were afraid of overstaying your welcome, knowing he probably just wanted to eat in peace. “I don’t want to take up too much of your time. Don’t worry about getting the pots back to me, it’s not rush. I know where to hunt you down for them anyways.” You laughed at your own stupid, not so funny joke. God you really needed to get it together, you thought.
Obanai wished he could invite you in to eat with him, but he didn’t want to bother you. Nor did he want you to see him without the bandages. He was always self conscious about his scars, but with you in particular it felt worse. Not that he thought you’d be outwardly mean at all. He was just scared of seeing your face change when you saw them, like most people did. He wanted to remain unscarred in your mind.
“Thank you again,” Obanai replied. As you turned, he couldn’t help himself. “Wait a second.” You looked back at him expectantly. “Would you ever want to um-” he hesitated. He realized he wanted to ask you out on a date, but instantly felt foolish. He allowed himself to really take in your beauty, which equally made his heart swell and sink. No one that looked like you would want to date someone that looked like him. You deserved better. “Uh, train together? Not saying you need it, but sometimes it’s helpful, you know, a little one on one practice.”
He hoped he didn’t sound as nervous as he felt.
“I’d like that a lot,” you replied, easing his nerves a bit. You made a plan to meet up the next time you were free before you left him to enjoy his dinner.
Kaburamaru gave him a knowing look once you were gone. “Oh shut up,” he grumbled.
***
Your training sessions with Obanai quickly became your favorite part of the week. Even when you were tired you found yourself looking forward to them. And not just because it was an excuse to spend more time with him, though that definitely didn’t hurt.
What you really appreciated was learning from him. He was incredibly talented, which you knew a harshira would be, but it was still amazing to witness firsthand. You were surprised how quickly training with him improved your own skills. In just a few weeks of sessions you felt yourself getting faster and stronger. Each time Obanai praised your progress, your stomach did flips.
They were not hollow praises either. Regardless of his feeling, Obanai was not one to handout empty compliments. He truly was impressed with your work ethic and skill development. He looked forward to the sessions as much you did, loving that he had an excuse to be close to you. Sometimes to even touch you when critiquing your form. He knew it was wrong to enjoy it in the way he was, but he could stop his damn heart from fluttering whenever he was close enough to breathe in your sweet scent.
“So, I hear you and Obanai have become quite friendly,” Shinobu brought up over a snack in your room. It wasn’t a secret that you and Obanai trained together; many of the hashiras did sessions together. However, it felt like something you wanted to keep private, probably because of the other reasons you were enjoying the training. It made it feel more illicit than it should.
“He’s just helping me train,” you replied, trying to keep your voice calm and vaguely disinterested. As if it didn’t mean much to you.
Shinobu rolled her eyes. “Obanai doesn’t help anybody. At least not for a good reason.”
Your brow peaked. “What do you mean?”
“You’re so dense,” Shinobu teased, “he obviously likes you.”
You stiffened. That couldn’t be possible, never showed any signs of having feelings beyond what was normal with a coworker. “No, I think he is just being nice.”
Shinobu snorted with laughter. “Obanai is never nice. I know you’re new around here, so trust me. He’s never like that with anybody. He has to like you.”
Could she be right? You’d heard that Obanai was not the most friendly hashira, yet you’d had the opposite experience. Still he never seemed romantic or anything like that with you. Though there were times you felt a strange tension between the two of you….
“You’re red as a tomato you know,” Shinobu commented.
“Am not,” you grumbled. “It’s not possible. We are just… friends. At most.”
Shinobu rolled her eyes. “Oh please, y/n. I see how you are with him. You totally like him too.”
You gaped at her. Had you been so obvious? “I do not!” You tried to dispute her but it only fueled her amusement.
“Are your training sessions really just training? Don’t tell me you guys are hooking up?” She was snickering as she spoke.
Your cheeks burned impossibly hotter. “Never, it’s just combat training.” You were able to answer that calmly, as it was the truth.
“But you want to hook up with him, don’t you?”
You groaned. You absolutely did, despite your desperate attempts to deny that feeling, but you were absolutely not going to tell her that. “No.”
The look she gave you told you she wasn’t buying it one bit. “Hey I’m not judging. Maybe Obanai would be in a better mood if he got laid.” You were silent, hoping it was stop her from continuing. Of course it did not. “If you do hook up with him you have to tell me. I’ve always wondered what he’s got going on down there. What if he has another snake where his di-“
“Okay that’s enough!” You cut her off before you died of embarrassment.
Shinobu left shortly after that, still laughing at you. You almost asked if she knew about what was under his bandages, but it felt too personal. You wanted him to tell you if and when he was ready. You sighed, flopping down on you bed, plagued by the confusing thoughts Shinobu put in your head.
Meanwhile, Obanai was sharpening his weapons as Tengen poked him about you.
“You sure are opening a lot of time with y/n.”
Obanai did not give him a reaction, keeping his eyes trained on his blade as he polished it. “I’m training her.”
“You didn't train me when I joined.”
“That’s because you’re beyond help,” Obanai replied flatly.
“Oh?” Tengen smirked, “You sure it has nothing to do with me not being a beautiful woman?”
Obanai stiffened. He hated that Tengen called you beautiful, even though it was true. The more he spent time with you, the more he was sure you were the more beautiful woman he’s ever seen. Knowing that Tengen thought the same triggered his jealousy. “It has nothing to do with that. Only an air head like you would think like that.”
Tengen chuckled at how Obanai prickled. “Really? So you wouldn’t mind if I took her on her first mission instead of you?” Kaburamaru hissed.
“You should worry about how sloppy you’ve been on your own missions,” Obanai practically hissed too.
“Whatever you say, Obanai,” Tengen laughed, walking out the door. “Who knows, maybe she’ll take pity on you and you’ll get an extra special end of mission reward.”
Obanai simmered over Tengen’s insinuation, as if that was all he saw in you. Of course Obanai had thought in you in... that way. But he didn’t want to just hook up with you. He wanted to date you; he couldn’t deny it to himself anymore. However, he doubted someone that looks like you would want him. He despised Tengen for many reasons. He was tall, strongly built, had an annoyingly handsome face (though that didn’t mean he was a better hashira because that was not true). He had everything Obanai didn’t, not to mention 3 wives. He was the type of guy women wanted. The type of guy you deserved. Obanai sighed, resigned to his fate. He told himself after he finished this mission he would stop being selfish and leave you alone.
***
You were a mix of excited and nervous as you and Obanai set out for your first mission. It was explained to you that every hashira is accompanied on their first time by another to demonstrate what is expected of them when they go out on missions. After that, missions were solo unless it was a particularly significant threat. You were foolishly excited to spend time with Obanai, while also nervous about making a good first impression.
You spent a full day traveling, arriving at the village plague by three demons at nightfall. You and Obanai split up, as they typically attack simultaneously, but in separate parts of the village. A scream alerted you to the demon you were tracking, finding him cornering a girl a bit younger than you. Anger flamed through you, hating how demons went after those who were so vulnerable.
You cut the demon down easily, which boosted your confidence. You checked on the young woman, who was thankfully okay. You left her to search for the third demon, who you found easily. For as fast as you thought you had been, Obanai had beat you to him. You were in awe of watching him use his skills in real time. Not that he needed it, but you jumped into help. Due to all of your training, you and Obanai worked together easily. He was able to keep the demon distracted while you beheaded it.
Just like that your first mission was over. You knew it was a fairly easy one, but you were proud of how well you did. Obanai praised you just as much, which amplified your glow. You were both exhausted, though, retiring to your respective rooms in the villages Inn.
In the morning you were able to enjoy the villages hot springs. You welcomed how the hot warm relaxed your muscles after a long day of travelings and a night of demon hunting. You soaked as long as you could, before heading back to the Inn to get ready for the trek back. You bumped into Obanai in the lobby, who told you that a crow came and announced a terrible storm was rolling through, making it unsafe for you to travel back today. You'd have to stay the night.
“I’m so sorry, but we have only one room,” the Inn keeper reported anxiously, “We only planned for you to stay for one night. I don’t mean to dishonor either of you. I could ask another guest to leave.” You weren’t used to being treated in such high regard. You knew people felt that serving a hashira was a great honor, one that this man obviously took very seriously.
“You have not dishonored us in the slightest,” you replied kindly, “You have hosted us graciously, which we are grateful for. We don’t blame you for an unforeseen storm. Please do not inconvenience any other guests. Obanai and I can share my room, if that is okay?”
You could feel Obanai watching you as you spoke. You hoped that he was comfortable with the arrangement; you were so focused on relaxing the Inn keeper you didn’t think about how he would react. Obanai, of course, was only surprised that you were okay with this arrangement. He was also in awe of your ability to put the Inn keeper at ease. Connecting with people in such a way was not his strong suit.
You and Obanai retired to your room. You weren't uncomfortable with him being there, but you did feel nervous. It was one thing to spend a lot of time with someone, but it was a whole other thing to sleep with them in the same bed. You hoped you hadn’t made Obanai uncomfortable by suggesting this.
“Do you mind if I put Kaburamaru in the closet? He likes to sleep in dark places,” Obanai explained, pulled a little serpent-sized sleeping bag out of his bag. Kaburamaru slid off his shoulders and into it, curling up comfortably.
“Of course not,” you replied, “He looks very cute in there.” If Kaburamaru could blush, he would have. Obanai was only slightly jealous. He set the snake in the closet, closing the door behind him. “May... May I say something?”
“Of course,” Obanai replied. He could tell you were nervous, but was not sure why.
“Seeing as we are going to be sleeping here I... I want you to be comfortable,” you began, hoping you wouldn’t be overstepped, “I just wanted you to know that if you wanted to take your bandages off, I would never judged you for what is beneath them.”
Obanai stiffened and you were afraid you had offended him.
“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. I hope I didn’t upset you.”
“You didn’t upset me,” Obanai replied quickly, hating how upset you looked at the thought of hurting him. “I’m not offended I... I just don’t want to disgust you.” Your heart ached at his vulnerability.
“You won’t,” you insisted, “Whatever it is, I promise I won’t think less of you.”
Obanai felt an itch of anxiety as he admitted, “I’m scarred.”
You instantly understood. “I want to show you something that might make you feel better.” You started unbuttoning your top, making Obanai’s eyes widened.
“What are you-” He stopped when he saw it. Scars, all over your chest and stomach. You breasts were covered by a bra, but he wasn’t even concerned with that. He felt a flash of anger, knowing that someone had cut you, hurt you, in order to get those scars. He wants to kill them. Slowly.
“The village I grew up in trained us harshly,” you explained, “It was... almost unbearable at times. When every I was cut by a katana in training, I was told that it would have meant death in a real fight. And for the longest time I felt that way when I looked at the scars. They were like a permanent reminder of my failures.” You took a shaky breath before continuing. “But now I see them as proof of all I have endured. Reminders of my survival. I still struggle at times, though. They make me feel less... beautiful at times.”
Obanai was so moved by what you shared he couldn’t help but blurt out, “You are so beautiful, y/n. Scars and all.” And he meant it. Obanai judged his own scars harshly, thinking it marred any chance of being attractive. But on you, he felt they didn’t do a thing to detract from your beauty. He wondered if maybe, just maybe, that could be the same for him.
That was enough to make his shaking hands go to his bandages, slowly unwinding them. Your heart was already pounding from him calling you beautiful, but it surged even more as you watched. When the bandages fell you stifled a gasp. Not at all because you were disgusted, if anything you were sad for him. The scars on either side of his mouth looked painful and it hurt you to think of what he suffered to get them. However, the lower half of his face was just as beautiful as the top half. This connection you had to him only made you want him more.
“You’re incredibly handsome, Obanai,” you told him.
He blushed, unable to believe you felt that way. “You're just saying that.”
“I’m not. And I’ll prove it if you let me.”
Obanai wasn't sure how you meant to do that, but he wanted to find out. “Please.”
The room fell silently as you approached him. You both seemed to be holding your breath as you gently took his face in your hands. You leaned in, pressing you lips to the scar on his left cheek. It was slightly cooler than the rest of his flushed skin. You repeated the action on the right cheek. Then, because you couldn’t resist, you pressed a kiss to his lips.
You were about to pull away when Obanai grabbed you and kept you close to him. You were more than happy to be held there, feeling his lips move against yours. The way he kissed you was surprisingly sweet, albeit deep with need. You both pulled away, catching your breath.
“Okay I believe you.”
You giggled. “Should I stop then?”
“Never.” Obanai pulled you back into him. His hands snaked around your body as yours tangled in his hair. You sat on the bed, pulling him down with you. You laid side by side kiss and allowing your hands to explore each other for awhile. “May I?” Obanai gestured to your shirt. It was still open from when you unbuttoned it; it was a wrinkled mess now,
“Only if I can do yours.” Obanai agreed easily and you both stripped the other of their top. Obanai kissed down your neck and started kissed all of your scars. He didn’t miss a single one. The way he did it felt like an act of worship.
“You’re so beautiful, y/n,” he said breathlessly. He continued to kiss you all over, making you giddy with pleasure. He looked to you for consent before removing your bra. He could feel his already hard cock stiffen at the sight of your bare chest. “So, so beautiful.” He kissed your boobs, letting his tongue flick over your sensitive nipples. He smiled to himself at the sounds it drew out of you. Each flick of his tongue was making your pussy throb.
“Obanai I wa-” you gasped. You were too embarrassed to complete the sentence.
“What?” he asked, eager to hear what you wanted him to do to you.
“P-Pleasure me... with your mouth,” you blushed profusely, but you wanted it. Badly. Not just for you, but for him. You could tell he was still self conscious about himself and you wanted to show how much you loved his mouth.
Obanai sucked in a breath. He does not go down on girls often. No because he doesn’t like it- it’s the opposite, actually. He very much enjoys it. But he’s insecure about how women will react. He was afraid of them being disgusted by him using his mouth on them. In truth, he often kept his bandages on while having sex. Lucky for him, a lot of girls were into that.
Most of the sex he had were just hooks up of convenience. A release for both parties, but no real emotions attached. Being with you felt intimate in a way he has never experienced. Knowing you wanted him to pleasure you with his mouth drove him damn near crazy.
“Anything you want,” Obanai replied, “But I want you to sit on my face.” His cock ached at how you blushed, but immediately agreed. He helped you out of the rest fo your clothing, cursing as he took in your naked body for the first time. “Fuck you really are so beautiful.” He didn’t know how he got so lucky.
“Keep saying that and it’s going to go to my head.”
“Good, it should.” He gripped the back of your thighs, pulling you up his body. He couldn’t hide how eager he was to taste you. He let out a satisfied sigh as you lowered yourself on him. He let his tongue swirl over you, groaning at how sweet you were.
His tongue was skilled, seemingly all over you. Flicking at your throbbing clit, teasing your clenching hole. “Fuck Obanai,” you moaned. His lips attached to your clit, sucking hard. The sensation was almost too good. Your hips instinctually when to lift off, but Obanai had an iron grip of your thighs. He wanted to be buried in your pussy and was not about to let you escape him.
He went back to licking your soaked pussy, while you gasped and squirmed on top of him. You began rocking your hips against his mouth, creating the most blissful friction. “That’s it baby, fuck my face,” Obanai urged. He looked up at you, loving how you looked so desperate and fuck out already. He flattened his tongue, allowing you to fully grind your pussy against it. Mere seconds later you were falling apart, moaning his name and coating his tongue with your release.
Obanai kept you there even after your orgasm passed, lapping up every last bit. When he finally let go, you nearly collapsed on top of him, peppering him with kisses. “So good Obanai,” you praised, “Made me feel so good.” Your words were an aphrodisiac to him, making his cock throb with need.
“Can I make you feel even better?” he asked, already working off his pants, “Wanna make you cum again. Feel you squeezing me.”
“Yes, yes, please Obanai,” you begged, “Wanna feel all of you.”
He didn’t waste a second stripping himself and gently flipping you both over so he was on top. You took a second to admire his strong body. Despite his smaller size, his cock was nice and thick. “You’re so beautiful,” you told him, pushing hair out of his eyes. His heart was fluttering, of course. But he loved it.
He slid inside you slowly, allowing you both to enjoy each inch. He couldn’t believe how good it felt to be inside you, not just physically, though that was unreal. You were so wet and warm and squeezing him impossibly tight. But he never knew sex could feel this good. Feel so right. With each thrust of his hips, he found himself falling harder for you. Becoming addicted to you.
You could practically feel his reverence with each roll of his hips. “Just like tha- ah fuck,” you moaned. You loved how full you felt. How his cock head nudged your most sensitive spot with each thrust. How he looked at you so lovingly while also giving you the best pleasure you’d ever felt. It was all so perfectly overwhelming. “’M close Obanai.”
He slid his hand down to play with your clit as he fucked you. “Cum for me, y/n. Lemme make you feel so good.” You couldn’t resist falling into your second orgasm. You cried out his name as your pussy squeeze him impossibly tighter. He loved the face you made, how you looked so lost in pleasure. Obanai couldn’t deny himself any longer, spilling his warm cum inside you.
“Fuck y/n, so good,” he groaned. You admired how he looked when came, too. He truly was beautiful, scars and all. He slowed his hips, allowing you both to come down from your high. He lowers himself to his elbows so he could kiss you without having to pull out of you. He didn't want to, not yet. Not that you were complaining about it.
“Does this mean demon hunting was our first date?” you joked.
Obanai smiled. You loved being able to see it. “Fitting, I guess. But I promise I will take you on a date you’re deserving of the second we get back.”
You kissed his lips once more. “I can’t wait.”
A/n: I know Kaburamaru in that damn closet like 👁️👁️
#obanai smut#obanai iguro smut#obanai x reader#obanai x you#obanai headcanons#demon slayer smut#demon slayer fic#obanai hc#hashira headcannons
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Modern AU — Hashira music taste HCs
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A/N: my husband and I spent a lot of time in the car this weekend as we moved to our new city, so we decided to come up with the niche modern music tastes for each of our faves. Enjoy!
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Tengen Uzui: early 2010s pop — think Cobra Starship, 3OH!3, Katy Perry, Lady Gaga, etc. He goes feral for anything off Kesha’s Animal album. 1000/10 hogs the aux at any party.
Obanai Iguro: anything you could find featured on a Warped Tour set list. Also loves pop punk and Reputation-era Taylor Swift, but will be caught dead before admitting it.
Mitsuri Kanroji: Arianna Grande (especially her 2013 era). A huge lover of K-pop and girl groups.
Sanemi Shinazugawa: Doja Cat.
Kyojuro Rengoku: he’s such a sweet, good boy. He loves Disney music and show tunes.
Muichiro Tokito: he doesn’t really care much for lyrical music, but he does enjoy lo-fi and vaporwave YouTube channels. Tengen let him pick the music for a party ONCE and Muichiro played “lo-fi anime beats to chill and relax to.”
Shinobu Kocho: Viking death metal, but she only ever listens on her headphones. She never plays her music out loud.
Giyomei Himejima: mid-2010s indie. Think the Lumineers, Mumford & Sons, etc. he finds it calming.
Giyuu Tomioka: 90s/early 2000s divorced-dad rock. Unironically thinks Higher by Creed is a good song. If he ever gets his hand on the aux, the whole group collectively groans.
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Genya Shinazugawa: 2019 SoundCloud rap, exclusively played on his phone’s crackly speaker.
#demon slayer#demon slayer hcs#hashira hcs#hashira headcannons#tengen uzui#kny kyojuro#kny sanemi#kny rengoku#kny shinobu#kny tengen#kny genya#kny giyuu#kny gyomei#kny mitsuri#kny muichiro#sanemi shinaguzawa#genya shinazugawa#shinobu kocho#Rengoku#kny#kimetsu no yaiba#demon slayer imagines
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KNY music headcannons - modern AU
this was 100% inspired by @peachdies, because radiohead and giyuu go together a little to well
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❀ Himejima Gyomei - IDK man, I feel like his top Spotify track of the year would be "peaceful river noises" or "subtle ocean sounds." He probably also listens to a good amount of alternative rock like the Cranberries. His guilty pleasure is Dua Lipa, but don't tell anyone that.
❀ Shinazugawa Sanemi - Dad rock for SURE. Gets down to Guns n Roses, Def Leppard, and Van Halen. Is secretly a HUGE Nicki Minaj stan, but would literally die before anyone found that out. I had to come back to him after writing this cause MY GOD HE'S ALSO SUCH A LANA DEL REY FAN LMAO.
❀ Obani Iguro - Refuses to pay for Spotify premium but also constantly skips songs so half of his listening time is ads. He likes grunge punk like the Garden and Foo Fighters, but secretly cries to Mitski.
❀ Tokito Muichiro - Super into the indie scene and only a little bit pretentious about it. Strokes, Pixies, Arctic Monkeys - super vibey.
❀ Tomioka Giyuu - Listens to actual underground music and a lot of smaller bands, but also listens to a lot of Radiohead and the likes. Went through a huge emo phase with Panic! at the Disco and My Chemical Romance and still cries to Helena from time to time.
❀ Rengoku Kyojuro - Imagine Dragons makes him hyped for the morning:D But alongside that he actually has some banger music taste as well. Gets down to some City Girls and Nicki Minaj from time to time. Not afraid to shake some ass.
❀ Kanroji Mitsuri - Love love loves pop and dabbles in k-pop as well! I'm thinking Doja Cat, Taylor Swift, Ariana Grande, Lizzo, Loona, Red Velvet, and the likes. Enjoys dancing around to it as she gets ready in the morning and holds her own little concerts in her room.
❀ Kocho Shinobu - A true toss up I think. I can see her liking metal like Slipknot and Korn, but I also see her as a Fiona Apple lover so it's hard.
❀ Uzui Tengen - God he's so unbearable. Listens to a lot of soundcloud stuff and thinks he's better than you because of it. He probably also listens to a lot Lady Gaga and will probably play you a super popular song of her's like Just Dance and say something like "it's super underground you probably haven't even heard it."
❀ Kamado Tanjiro - AJR and Imagine Dragons, probably.
❀ Kamado Nezuko - Physically cringes when her brother turns his music on. She's eclectic, though. She hangs out around Mitsuri and Kanao a lot, so bubblegum pop and goth are worming their way into her heart. Traditionally she enjoys a lot of indie pop, though (think Clairo and such.)
❀ Shinazugawa Genya - Dad rock like Sanemi, except more refined somehow. He also branches out more and got super into QUEEN and the Rolling Stones.
❀ Tsuyuri Kanao - Godly music taste, I'm convinced she and Giyuu are silently judging everyone. Goth music but like real good goth music (as a goth music enjoyer I'm projecting.) Joy Division, Depeche Mode, Type O Negative, all the classics.
❀ Hashibira Inosuke - I don't know man....... He probably plays all of his music off of a rock. I seriously cannot decide for him. Probably listens to whatever his friends are listening to.
❀ Agatsuma Zenitsu - ONE DIRECTION BABY. But for real, I feel like he would love love love the Beach Boys! A BLACKPINK fan as well.
❀ Kokushibo - He and Kanao would get along so well because I also think he's another goth king, probably more like a Sisters of Mercy type of guy. He hates Douma's music taste, and will eavesdrop on Akaza playing Phoebe Bridgers from time to time and get emotional.
❀ Douma - BLASTS Megan thee Stallion throughout the infinity castle and knows every word to every one of her songs.
❀ Akaza - Phoebe Bridgers fan until the day he dies.
❀ Kibutsuji Muzan - White noise.
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Omg can I pls request our lovely 3 demon slayer boys (aged up) along with tengen and rengoku reacting to their gf getting (semi long) acrylics pls! (Can be fluff or smut idc) thank you!
I AM LITERALLY JEALOUS I DIDNT THINK OF THIS SOONER OMGGG OF COURSE
ANON!!!! ANON!!!!!!!! I FINISHED IT FOR YOU!!!!! IM SUPER SORRY IF THE FLOW IS OFF AND STORIES ARE KINDA CHOPPY IM REALLY TIRED AND TODAY HAS BEEN RIDICULOUS BUT I HOPE YOU SERIOUSLY ENJOY AND IF YOU HAVE ANYTHING ELSE YOU’D LIKE ME TO WRITE FOR YOU ILL ABSOLUTELY DO IT FOR YOU!!! Once again I do apologize I realize this isn’t my best work but I seriously hope you enjoy it regardless. If you don’t like it I’m more than willing to cut my pinky off way of the house husband style🙏
Criticism/tips welcome!!!
Request are always open!!!
warnings: heavy smut, vulgar language, nsfw themes, characters are aged up in these scenarios
If anything mentioned above may cause harm to your mental health do not read.
Kamaboko Squad + Rengoku and Tengen reacting to Semi long Acrylic Nails:
Tanjiro Kamado:
When you first brought up the idea of getting acrylics, Tanjiro was excited!
Tanjiro supports you no matter what and if you want to get pretty nails he is all for it!
He will even ask to pay for them, he wants to show his love anyway he can.
He secretly wants you to get his haori pattern on your nails at least once, he wants everyone that sees you to know you are his. But like in a sweet way.
After you get your nails, he is in awe. You look so feminine! So beautiful!
He adores you anyways, but seeing you express yourself so confidently makes his heart swell with pride.
Regardless of color or pattern you get he will admire them and compliment you any chance he gets.
He thinks you look really badass when you wield your sword with your nails.
His heart would absolutely STOP if your nails matched your breathing technique.
On the more intimate side of things, Tanjiro would be entranced by them in bed.
When he’s fucking you, he wants to feel them. He wants you to claw his back, his arms, his chest. He wants to feel and see just how good he’s pleasuring you.
“Am I making you feel good, love?” Tanjiro asked while he thrusted into you, his movements full of love and care.
“Yes, yes it feels so good-please keep going.” You whispered in the shell of his ear. Tanjiro dropped himself on top of you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, so he could pound you even deeper. He quickened his pace, he just needed to hear you, to feel you digging in his back.
“Let me feel you, scratch me, dig your nails into my back.” Tanjiro said breathlessly, you did as he asked and raked your fingers up and down his back. Red trails ran from the tops of his shoulders down to hips, he shuddered under your touch.
“Just like that-I’m so close.” Tanjiro begged as he kept up his rhythm as best as he could. You began to claw him harder, your strokes becoming slower as you lost your focus. You couldn’t help but lose yourself in the euphoria Tanjiro was putting you in. Before long the two of you came together, Tanjiro spilling his seed deep inside while you clenched him so tightly.
From then on your nails are an absolute turn on for him.
Will offer every time to pay for your nails and then as soon as the two of you get a moment alone he will want to try them out.
10/10 supportive teddy bear that absolutely has a nail kink now.
Inosuke Hashibira:
Inosuke was very confused by your nails at first.
“Did you get them to improve your fighting skills?” He’d ask.
You would gently explain to him that you got them because you like them. He doesn’t quite understand but hey as long as you’re happy, he’s happy.
He didn’t really get interested in them till one day he asked you to scratch a spot on his back he couldn’t reach. He was instantly hooked, it had been the most relieving itch of his life.
Now whenever he has an itch you are obligated to do it for him, in fact he will constantly pester you to scratch his back and scalp.
This sort of ritual between the two of you becomes a habit. When laying down together at night, Inosuke will press his back against you so you can scratch it for him. You later realized he wanted you to do it till he fell asleep, which you didn’t mind because it was cute seeing his needy side.
One night you mistakenly thought he had fallen asleep, so you flipped over to find a comfortable position for yourself. That was until a very grumpy Inosuke turned and barked,
“Hey, I wasn’t asleep yet! Keep scratching!”
On the outside you sighed and continued raking his back, but on the inside you were laughing hysterically.
Besides their use, Inosuke thinks you look hot with your new nails. Especially when you’re mad or fighting a demon, you remind him of a wild animal.
When things get hot and heavy, his interest towards your nails becomes more intense.
He developed an infatuation with them and he constantly wants to see them wrapped around his dick.
He just loves how your hands look, how dangerous they can be, but instead of hurting him they are pleasuring him to the best of your ability.
You sat on your knees in between his legs while you took Inosuke’s full length down your throat. Guttural moans and growls filled your ears as he continued to grind deep into your touch. Inosuke threw his head back and both his hands were intertwined in your hair, shoving your head down even further. One hand on his shaft that guided your lips up and down, while the other cupped his balls. This drove him wild, he could help but arch and thrust up into you. The more you slurped, the more he groaned. When his eyes weren’t rolling back into his head he would catch glimpses of you so eagerly sucking him. What finally pushed him over the edge was the way you looked up at him, your (e/c) eyes, your lips, your nails, they wrapped themselves so perfectly around his dick. It was too much and he spilled every last bit of his cum down your throat.
9/10 only because you have to constantly scratch his back now, but he is overwhelmingly thrilled about them.
Zenitsu Agatsuma:
One afternoon you mentioned to Zenitsu that you thought about getting your nails done, and of course Zenitsu was elated. That being said he worships the ground you walk on, so you knew that getting your nails done wouldn’t be a problem.
Immediately after getting them done he has to see them. He holds your hands and inspects them smiling the whole time.
“They are so beautiful, (Y/n). Almost as beautiful as you.” He’d say while giving you a cheeky smirk.
Thinks they are absolutely gorgeous and will always suggest colors or patterns he thinks would look good. But whatever design you pick out he will shower you in compliments about how you are so creative and brilliant.
He literally beams with pride every time you are around.
If you suggested getting them done with a lightning design, this man will fall to his knees and propose to you again. He has absolutely done it before and absolutely does it again till you say yes. Even after you two are engaged he will still beg you to marry him.
He already thinks you hung the moon, so when you are in battle and he sees you in all your glory, he will pass out from excitement and fear.
He thinks your nails are a wonderful way to express yourself, especially in the demon slayer corps whenever has the same uniform.
On the flip side to this, he is actually quite intimidated by your nails. He is already intimidated by you, but your amazing looks accompanied by your bold nails has him submissive.
Especially in the bedroom. He is used to you taking control but now more than ever does he let you guide him. Something about your nails sparked something inside of him, you seemed now to demand authority and he intended to listen to your every command.
“Do you like what I’m doing for you? Am I doing good?” Zenitsu would ask as he pounded into you. He loved the way you moaned and praised him, he craved it, he had to have your approval.
“Ah-you’re-you’re doing amazing baby, keep going for a little longer okay, baby?” You’d say in between gasps and moans, he pounded into you so passionately. He wanted to please you so desperately, if only you’d give him the honor of being able to be hopelessly dedicated to you for the rest of his life.
Feeling both his and your climaxes approaching, you grabbed Zenitsu and threw him onto his back. You immediately straddled him, sunk yourself on to his length and began to ride him roughly. Zenitsu's eyes grew wide as he watched you bounce up and down on him, just the thought of you pleasuring yourself on him was enough to make him finish three times over.
You watched his face flutter as you bobbed faster, then a truly filthy thought came to you. You ran your hand up his chest and to his neck, you wrapped your fingers around his throat and began to squeeze. Almost instantly the two of you released simultaneously.
Since that night, Zenitsu loves if you choke him, he loves it even more if he can feel your nails in the soft skin of his neck.
10/10 very much loves them and very much loves you.
Kyojuro Rengoku:
On your weekly date with Kyojuro, the two of you walked past a salon on the way home. You saw a young woman walk out with bright red acrylic nails and you fell in love with the look. When you both arrived home you mentioned it to him to which Kyojuro smiled widely and exclaimed,
“I think you would look amazing with them, darling!”
Several days later you got your first set and went to Kyojuro. Much like Zenitsu, Kyojuro loves them! He would tell you that they are gorgeous and match your personality perfectly!
He begs you to get a set with flames on them, to which you agree. Kyojuro is over the moon about your nails and loves it even more when you coordinate your outfits to match them. He loves it even more when you play with his hair with them. As you run your fingers through his bright unruly hair he melts into your touch, you are always so gentle with him. So much so he blushes and shivers as you ruffle his mane.
One evening though you stumbled upon a very interesting reaction from Kyojuro. Together the two of you laid in your shared futon, tired from a day full of training. You softly grazed your fingers across his back until his muscles quickly clenched. You nails had passed over the soft skin above his hips, and when you did it again you got the same reaction. As you went for a third pass Kyojuro gently grabbed your hand and pulled it around him.
“Darling, that tickles.” He said half asleep.
A devilish grin spread across your face.
“Oh, I’m sorry baby…I didn’t realize this tickles!” You yelled before attacking his sides.
Kyojuro’s eyes shot wide open and his muscles clenched. A terribly joyful smile spread across his face as he began to try and defend himself. Then his boisterous laughter erupted as held his arms tightly against his sides and brought his knees to his chest.
“No, stop it, (Y/n)! How dare you use my weakness against me! I won’t forget this!” Yelled Kyojuro as he still continued to howl in laughter. Soon you were caught up in your own laughter and failed to notice that he had escaped your grasp, and when you finally looked to find Kyojuro you saw him standing before you with his arms crossed; a mischievous grin of his own upon his lips.
Seeing his expression you quickly wrapped yourself in the blankets from the bed and took off running out the room, you giggling the entire way. Kyojuro chased after you till he caught you, and when he did he tickled like you had tickled him.
Soon the tickling turned into touching and kissing. Together on the floor the two of you sensual kisses one another as your hands wandered each other's bodies. You removed Kyojuro’s clothing and your hands traced the muscles on his chest and abdomen. Again Kyojuro’s muscles tensed but this time Kyojuro groaned in your mouth. Feeling your wandering fingers and the slight sharpness of your nails fueled his fire, he could feel his blood rushing faster the more you touched him.
He quickly picked you and ran to your shared room, once inside he threw you on to the bed.
As fast as he could, he entered inside you, both yours and his moans filled the room while your clothes were strewn about the room.
He delivered his ruthless thrust in between your legs while you laid on your back, one of his hands supporting his weight and the other holding yours flush against his chest.
“Yes that’s it, Darling, keep touching me, I need to feel you.” He grunted out as he continued to rut inside you. Following his request, you placed both your hands against his chest and squeezed his muscles. This rendered the most sinful of moans from Kyojuro.
12/10 Kyojuro is ticklish and you can utilize this for your agenda. Oh and yeah he loves your nails but still…you can threaten him with tickling.
Uzui Tengen:
Tengen was your inspiration for the nails originally. He always had his nails painted and he would paint yours whenever you wanted him too. So when you brought the idea to his attention, he wanted to get them done right away!
That was something he always loved about you, you were just as flashy as he was. You wore a dazzling haori, along with gorgeous gems that hung around your neck, wrist, and waist. Even more so you wore a similar makeup to him, which never failed to warm his heart. The nails were only your next step in your flamboyance journey!
After getting your first set, you went home and showed them to everyone. The girls and Tengen fawned over them! Seeing just how stylish you looked the girls wanted to get a set as well, Tengen couldn’t have been happier.
The four of you fully exemplified the phrase ‘power couple’, especially you and Tengen. Considering you were both hashira in the demon slayer corps, people and the other slayers noticed you. You were a flashy, flamboyant couple who matched each other’s energy so well, and Tengen never missed a chance to show you off.
Along with improving your look it seemed that your nails improved your fighting as well. Tengen knew this was from your recent boost in confidence, but he still told you it was the flashiness that was giving you strength.
When it came to the late evenings spent at his estate, the four of you spent your time together entangled with one another between the sheets. You were already a flashy lover; as Tengen had put it, but now you were ever more so.
As you laid with your knees pressed into the soft fabric of your bed, Tengen slammed into you mercilessly. He loved hearing your whines and begs as he shoved himself as deep into you as he could go, he watched your body melt with pleasure as he fulfilled your every desire. You gripped the sheets as tightly as you could, he loves watching you struggle to find something to steady yourself on.
“You like how I’m fucking your pussy, hm? Want me to go harder? Want me to go faster?” Tengen asked as he continued with his swift thrust. You could barely breathe, let alone speak. All of it was so amazing you couldn’t do anything but moan his name over and over.
“Uzui-oh fuck-Uzui!” You cried feeling yourself draw ever closer to your release.
“What do you want? Tell me and I’ll give you that and so much more-Fuck! You feel so good.” Tengen’s dirty words were filled with honey. You could feel him start to falter as he too became closer.
“Harder, faster, please!” You managed to beg, and instantly Tengen’s hands gripped waist harshly. He changed his position to where he rested on knee, while the other stood beside your hips to help keep you steady. Just like that Tengen released his lust fueled strength upon you. He rammed into you while pulling your hips to meet him, he was completely buried inside.
“That’s it, cum for me (Y/n), cum on my cock.” Just hearing his command made you fall into your blissful release. Your body clenched and squirted around his dock causing his eyes to roll back into his skull. His pace slowed and he pulled out of you, you still bent over as you recovered.
Tengen maneuvered you and himself to where your head was now in between his legs.
“It’s my turn now, baby. Show me how bad you want to please me.” Tengen said, a smirk plastered against his face.
Knowing exactly what you wanted you took him in your mouth and began to quickly bob your head up. Sultry moans and groans fell from Tengen’s lips as he watched how diligently you sucked him.
“That’s it, keep going.” He’d say he has guided your head down further. He loved watching you struggle and hearing you gag.
Before long, Tengen met his own release and covered your mouth, face, and hands with his juices. Seeing you covered in his cum almost immediately made him hard again, and when you began to lick your fingers clean, he was ready for round two.
6000/10 you are the flashiest couple of all time, the whole four of you look badass, respectfully.
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demon slayer hcs: general muichiro hcs
HE’S SO PRETTYYYYYY
he might be a little forgetful, but he’s smart af
like he is SO smart
he’s one of those kids that gets to skip a couple grades cause he’s so advanced
he has a journal that he writes important things in to help him remember!!!
that’s my fav hc ever^^
writes down the names of the other hashira, important people he meets during missions, writes down his favorite things about each person, etc.
also a dream journal!!!
when he wakes up after having a memory during a dream he RUSHES to that journal to write it down
when he’s on long missions he takes it with him to read in his spare time cause it makes him happy
muichiro is a cat person
they’re quiet, you don’t have to give them too much attention, and they’re soft
muichiro is a lot like a cat himself ngl
doesn’t have a cat of his own
BUT
his estate is full of stray cats
baby boy assigned one of the kakushi to put out food for the stray cats every night
and since then… the cats have kinda taken over his estate
he loves to sleep
if he’s not on a mission, training, or at a hashira meeting
dude is slumped out somewhere
can sleep anywhere at anytime
also a big nature guy
obv he loves cloud watching
but he likes watching ANYTHING as long as it’s in nature
birds, bugs, plants, etc.
might not remember what they are exactly
but he thinks they’re beautiful
also a big people watcher
he doesn’t really like interacting with people unless it’s necessary
but he likes to watch people interact with each other
thinks people are interesting
sarcasm king!!!
like i said he don’t like interacting w people unless necessary
but if he gets roped into a conversation w someone, best believe everything that comes outta his mouth is sarcastic
and the attitude w this one is so strong lmao
he is rolling his eyes every chance he gets
making faces behind people’s backs
mocking people under his breath
100% made tengen bust out laughing during a hashira meeting one time cause he was mocking something sanemi said and tengen overheard
i love this little gremlin sm <3
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Bf!Tomioka Hcs
Tomioka Giyuu x Fem!Reader
Tw - Nsfw at the end, Demon Slayer Spoilers
Let me know if I missed any!
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Sfw:
- Tomioka had a rough childhood, losing his sister and best friend. Due to this, I think he would be hesitant to open up to someone new.
- When he does, he might be a little more affectionate and gentle. He’ll start with longer conversations before physical touch though.
- He’ll probably deny his feelings for you at first claiming that he’s too busy with his work to be in a relationship. But he knows damn well he’s down bad for you.
- Due to his work, you would most likely be a demon slayer yourself, perhaps a Hashira too.
- Shinobu probably noticed his lingering gaze on you during meetings and teases him about it.
- When you start dating he would not make it public instantly, but the Hashira would find out that something is going on between you two.
- Igoru and Sanemi 100% pull you to the side randomly and ask you how you fell for someone with that “I’m different from you” attitude.
- IF THEY KNEW 😭
- He often places soft kisses on your forehead and calls you baby or love.
- When you go out for missions alone he’s worried sick. Though he usually tags along-
- “What do you mean you want to do this mission alone?”
- His idea of dates would definitely be small picnics by lakes. He’s worried sick that you don’t like his choices
- If you get injured, he’ll visit the butterfly mansion and tell you how you need to be more careful.
- Pls call him “Yuu” he’ll melt in your arms.
- Cuddle bug and Big Spoon
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- Soft dom
- He’s always praising you, he rarely degrades
- His favourite position is definitely missionary, he loves to pound into you as you wrap your legs around his waist
- Kink - I just know he has a praise kink himself. Please tell him how good he’s doing, he needs to hear it
- I feel because of the era he comes from he doesn’t have much experience with toys, but he’ll try for you!
- I don’t think Tomioka is very experienced, so he’ll need to suck or bite your skin to hide his adorable whimpers. If you tell him to be louder he’ll let out some cute moans near your ears.
- But his thrusts are hard and fast, he’s slapping us hips against yours, betraying his voice. He, and the other Hashira have monstrous amounts of stamina, so good luck keeping up-
- But the aftercare is so worth it. He’ll run a warm bath for you, massage you where you’re sore and even share his salmon daikon with you. What more could you ask for?
⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣ ‧₊˚✧
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What Kind Of Lover They'd Want
Genre: Fluff
TW: Mentions of trauma
AN:: Always wondered what kind of lover they'd like so I decided to stop procrastinating and daydreaming and actually write, Enjoy!! As usual not proofread too lazy.
Characters :: Sanemi | Gyomei | Rengoku | Giyuu |
Adults + Over 18s DNI
Sanemi Shinazugawa
`` A Distraction ``
Sanemi Shinazugawa is a man with a broken heart. The cracks of his heart are shown all over his body, engraved with scars to show it. He's been through hell, he goes through it everyday.
What, he needs most is to come back from battle to a warm lively home with a darling lover who can embrace him and whisper sweet words into his ears as if he isn't a sinful man full covered in ugly scars. He, just for a moment. A second. Wants to forget the outside horrors he's seen.
He needs his lover to be a distraction.
A Haven where he can take the time he doesn't think he should be allowed to spend to slowly heal for his past and ongoing trauma.
He just wants to forget, and pretend just for a little that everything is fine. Nothing bad ever happend.
You're here, you're alive. That's all he needs.
Himejima Gyomei
`` A Carer ``
Gyomei doesn't look for much, Infact he doesn't look for anything. Not that he can.
Being fully devoted to his faith and life to demon hunting, he has no room for a lover.
But, a man can dream and wonder. If he were to ever have a lover he'd want them to be a carer.
Someone, with a kind and loving soul with a gentle nature. A person of strong faith and interest in serving the world an striving to making it a better safer place. He'd like someone who can make a cold house warm, someone who is soft spoken and welcoming to outsiders.
An honest person who won't lie through their teeth to save their own skin. A humble person who is easy to correct themselves when they're in the wrong and willing to learn and own up for their mistakes.
A good person at heart who genuinely cares for others. And a lover who is good with children and younger people, it would warm his heart sensing his lover tend to children.
Tomioka Giyuu
`` An Ambivert ``
Tomioka Giyuu is, to say the least, unbalanced.
His introvert nature stems deeply from trauma, he needs someone to take him out of his dark pit on loneliness and into a light where he's free to express himself.
However, his quiet nature is who he is, he prefers to observe rather then be in the spotlight so, he'd need someone who can balance both perfectly.
A lover who can take him out of his shell and heal from his survivors guilt, getting him to enjoy the wonders of life and explore all there is to offer.
A lover who he can sit in comfortable silence with and still somehow have a full conversation in utter peace. An ambivert is the perfect kind of lover for Giyuu.
Kyojuro Rengoku
`` A Foodie ``
He is a simple man, not looking for anything in particular it's all got to do with your personality if you're a good person at heart Kyojuro is more then willing to give you his love.
However, that's not to say he doesn't like certain things in a partner.
He'd love if they were a foodie like him. Someone he can go restaurant to restaurant with and, try hearty and diverse meals with is the dream.
Bonus points if you can make hearty and diverse delicious meals he'll be smitten for you, truly.
Overall he's not one to look for a specific kind of person, however you look or act or whatever interests you have he'll be your hype man and will 100% support you and love you for it.
── ﹫ 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘𝐒𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐌 ؛ 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗋
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Under the sakura trees..!
{ Summary }
Okay so, the hashiras decided to have a little party at some fancy restaurant. But muichiro had a secret relationship with you, and he didn't go to the party. OH YEA the party is compulsory. Forgot to mention it ~
ANYWAY, 2 hashiras decided to go hunt him down and down right drag him to the party. Until they saw both of you cuddling under the sakura trees !! 😆🫶
The hashiras decided to have a party as a farewell party for the retiring hashira, Uzui Tengen. Not something they should celebrate though.
Rengoku booked a table in a fancy restaurant and told the hashiras that the party is COMPULSORY. And anyone who didn't attend, would be hunted down by two random hashiras !
At the party, only eight hashira made it to the event, one didn't. Oh boy, I wonder who it is ? Shinobu asked " who didn't make it ? There's only eight hashiras "
mitsuri worriedly said " I think it was tokito-san ! He might have forgotten because of his amnesia !! "
shinobu said " impossible, I wrote on his palm a permanent marker of the date and time of the party and the location. "
Uzui scoffed, before exclaiming " well, then 2 fellow hashiras are gonna have to look for him. Who is it gonna be ? How about we vote for who to go ? " everyone agreed with the idea and started casting the votes.
Well well well, don't be surprised now. Hehe I'm gonna purposely select the 2 hashiras that don't get along.
In the end it was tomioka and shinazugawa !! Tomioka looked like he was glad because he could go out and miss out on the party, but shinazugawa looked pissed.
Both of them looked everywhere, before their last stop to look for him, the sakura trees.
Y/n's pov
"Mui, aren't you gonna go to the party ? Your already late" you said, sitting beside him.
" no, I am not going to go, I bet its gonna be boring. And who would want to go to a party by themselves when I have you here ? " muichiro asked.
You could feel your face getting hot when he said that. You buried your face into his chest while he wrapped his arms around you.
"The sakura's are beautiful..aren't they ?" Muichiro asked while caressing your cheek.
Your back on his chest as you both watched the sakura blossoms together.
Muichiro's hands wrapped around your waist as you sat on the hashira's lap. It was truly a blissful moment together.
Sitting in silence and admiring the sakura blossoms, it was very comforting to watch them slowly fall onto the ground. One even fell on your head
Giyuu and shinazugawa's pov
"Shinazugawa, I found them." Tomioka said, hiding behind a tree and spying on both of you. "
"Har ? Them ?" Shinazugawa asked, in curiosity of who was with the mist hashira, he saw the both of you cuddling under the sakura trees. His expression softened as he looked at the both of you. "Well, let's just leave them be, we will just tell the hashira's that we couldn't find him." shinazugawa scoffed while waving his hand.
Giyuu internally wished that the both of you have a long relationship and wished good luck for tokito if he ever wants to marry you.
Ok this took me 2 lazy days to finish. It still looks kind of short though 😭
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The Hashira at the Gym
I just started going to the gym with a friend and now I have a brainworm about the Hashira and what they'd be like at the gym.
Tengen:
Tengen is a gym influencer. He's also the kind of guy who wears the tightest shirt possible every time he goes, and he spends just as much time working out as he does flexing in the mirror and taking selfies with other people. People don't mind though, because the amount of weight he can bench press is impressive. He's almost constantly on the ab machines and doing weights. This man lives off pre-workout and spends all his extra time at the gym. His girlfriends also workout, but mainly are into Pilates.
Rengoku:
This man wears muscle shirts but not because he wants to show off, just because they were on sale when he was getting gym clothes. He never skips leg day. Never. This man's thighs are sturdier than tree trunks. He could crush a watermelon between them without a second thought. Everyone loves him, even if he's a little loud. He drinks protein shakes every day, and will bring Senjuro to the gym sometimes.
Giyu:
He pretty much exclusively does treadmills and stair-steppers, but he also will use dumbbells. He only wears hoodies and basketball shorts. Headphones are in 100% of the time. Will stare at people until they are off the machine he's waiting for. Doesn't drink protein shakes, but will drink preworkout. The caffeine does not seem to affect him in the slightest.
Gyoumei:
He likes the treadmills for walking. They're meditative for him. He teaches yoga, but also does weightlifting. He can both bench-press and squat more than anyone in the gym. He has several of the same exact tracksuit for working out. Has never tried pre-workout and says he never will. He's a vegetarian and only drinks vegan protein shakes if he does drink them at all.
Shinobu:
She's into calisthenics and pilates, but mainly does a lot of running, especially on inclines. She can do the least amount of weights out of all the Hashira, but she makes up for it with endurance and speed. If she sees Giyu at the gym, she'll get on a machine next to him and make sure that she's on it longer than he is, on a harder setting. Giyu doesn't notice most of the time because he's wearing headphones, but occasionally he will and thinks that Shinobu is just being friendly and that she's trying to be his gym buddy. She is not. She's being passive aggressive.
Mitsuri:
Not an influencer, but she always wears cute matching sets in pink, green, black, or white and people assume she is. Everyone at the gym loves her. Mitsuri has a pink water bottle decorated with sakura stickers. She always has snacks on her; protein bars, protein mixes, fruit, and other goodies. She does pilates, yoga, and weightlifting (and gymnastics and ballet). Misturi surprises a lot of the new gym goers with her strength. She is regularly asked to crush watermelons between her thighs, and she loves doing it.
Obanai:
He goes to the gym only because his crush goes. He'll pick up dumbbells here and there, but mainly works out on the stair-steppers and bikes. His clothing of choice is a hoodie and joggers. Always wears a mask no matter the season or if he's sick. This man wipes down every machine and weight before and after he touches it. He has seen Misturi break open watermelons with her thighs no less than six times. He is smitten.
Sanemi:
This man works out at their weirdest hours and is never consistent with when he shows up but does appear almost every day. He does weights and calisthenics, and despite never touching pre-workout, he has incredible stamina. Sanemi wears tank tops to workout in, and half the time they're cut into v-necks because he "can't stand feeling like he's being suffocated". He's brought his brother a few times, but mostly works out alone. He has gotten in trouble for fighting a dude who was recording a girl doing squats without her knowledge.
Muichiro:
This boy does yoga and ellipticals, and not much else. He'll bike occasionally, but he only comes to the gym because his family has a gym pass and he likes to watch shows with his headphones in while he's walking or biking. Wears a t-shirt and basketball shorts, and sneakers with mismatched ankle socks. Doesn't take anything seriously, but enjoys how protein shakes taste.
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Hi I was wondering if you could make a demon slayer Hashira how they would react to reader with raven (Rachel Roth) powers?
Hashiras react to a reader with Raven Powers
A/N: I just opened my profile now, I just saw this, sorry it took me so long to do this
Warnings: English Errors, Sanemi, Gyomei, Uzui (I don't write for them), Rengoku (I'm out of ideas)are not included, Gn Reader??
Shinobu Kocho
You can't hide it her, she will literally look you in the eye deep in your soul because she knows you're hiding something.
She will always look at you like that, making you uncomfortable until you tell her, She won't be surprised when you tell about your powers, she'll just look at you with a "it's okay" look.
Eventually, he'll ask for a sample of your cells to find out what's "special" about you.
Mitsuri Kanroji
She will show admiration by saying that was born with an incredible gift.
She already admired you before, now she admires you more, eventually if someone talks badly about you calling you a "monster" she will scold you, she doesn't want you to go through the same thing she went through
If you do missions together, in the middle of fights she will end up getting distracted by seeing your magic
Giyuu Tomioka
"Ok" that's his reaction, he was surprised but doesn't seem to show it he said "You were born with something special, if you were born with a gift you need to strengthen it, right?"
It doesn't matter, it didn't affect your relationship.
Muichiro Tokito
He isn't surprised when he finds out you couldn't even wield a nichirim blade.
Eventually, if he ends up seeing objects floating by dark magic, he'll think he's a demon.
When he realizes it's you, he scolds you saying you shouldn't use your powers for your own good.
Obanai Iguro
Asks a bunch of useless questions about your powers.
Him seems interested, if you tease him about it he will retaliate with sarcasm.
Eventually he just watches you and fixes it in his mind away from you.
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Hi ^^
I saw your most recent post, so I’m here to make a request! I couldn’t find a request info page so I hope that this is general enough. Could you do the hashiras comforting a s/o who often doesn’t sleep well and/or suffers from a lot of nightmares? My sleep schedule is utterly wrecked rn :,)
Also remember to drink water <3
HIYA! I ABSOLUTELY ADORED THIS ASK BUT I HAVENT WATCHED THAT FAR INTK DEMON SLAYER AND DIDNT REALLY REMEMBER THEIR PERSONALITIES NSKLABEJDJDNDJF
I had to do some research but i managed! :D
Masterlist<3
Hashira x Insomniac!Reader Headcanons
Tengen
He would definately wake up in the middle of the night in your shared bed that accommodates Tengen and his other three wives
You definately all sleep together and you like to cuddle with the girls whenever you can since they're your wives too
You're sweating and shifting around in your sleep awkwardly and the guy can't help but voice a little "ah-" as he sees you kìck the sheets away
Within the next five minutes your devoted husband and wives are doting on you and getting you some water to drink while gently waking you up
Obviously he gives you a relaxing massage because it wouldn't be very flamboyant of him not to
When he notices your sleep pattern deteriorating over the next few days he starts becoming very protective of you, kind of like a glorified guard dog
He's understanding though, and lets you use some of his makeup to cover the dark circles in order to look "more flamboyant!" And you appreciate the gesture. He knows when to help you with your problem and not to reprimand you for something out of your control
He definately makes tea with the other wives to help you sleep better
When you're tired on the way back from a mission he is more than willing to give you a piggyback ride, and his firm grip on your leg is enough to assure you that you're safe and won't fall
He absolutely refuses to bother you when you actually do manage to sleep, guarding you like always and making sure that you get every ounce of sleep that you can
Sanemi
He would most definately watch in silence as one night you stay up through the entire night, confronting you about it when he gets really concerned
Sleepless nights aren't uncommon in their profession sometimes, but your bags look bad and you look like you just rolled out of the grave
His concern looks more like anger and confusion, but you manage to talk it out with him, and the second he realises that you've been having nightmare after nightmare has him reeling
How come he didn't know about this before? How come you didn't tell him? What happened?
He's definately angry with himself but you don't understand why, it's just some bad sleep
Rest assured he is cuddling you closer every night, holding you close to him and letting you trace your fingers along his scars until you fall asleep
He also doesn't mention the teas and the hot water bottle that he got for you
And apparrently he doesn't know shit about the stuffed animal that appared on the bed a day after you told him
On days where the exhaustion gets especially bad and you collapse, he takes off his jacket and wraps you in it, his eyebrows furrowing in concern while he holds you up bridal style, ready to carry you to bed now and reprimand you for being reckless later
As you're asleep and there's noone there to bare witness, he lets his head rest on your shoulder, letting your perfume run through his nose and nuzzling your neck like an affectionate cat would headbutt it's owner
Mitsuri
When she wakes up to find you with your head nestled into her breasts and your eyes open, complimanted by dark bags, she's immediately fawning and worrying about you
She's so adorable. She's got heart eyes for you and everything
She would definately pet and stroke your hair like you're some kind of cat and would pull you closer to coddle you
Any time she sees that you're up late despite being tired or in need of a break she comes up behind you and cuddles her chest to your back, pressing her arms around you and resting her chin on your shoulder
Confesses her love to you every ten seconds becaise she's obsessed with her lover, and puts you to bed on a regular basis after that
Of course she tucks you in as well
She makes the bed around you, lets you relax, and leaves to make you tea, and it makes your soul sing
She absolutely adores you, and is willing to remind you of that by letting you use her lap like a pillow and putting little braids in your hair
This happens out in the open as well, if you're in need of a quick power-nap, and on a few occasions she's shown Shinobu the cute braids she does, and lets her teach her even more styles to use on your hair
As a result of this you've acquired many a butterfly themed hair clip or band, and their serene, but somehow simultaneously mischievous smiles are one of your favourite sights to wake up to now
Kyojuro
He is absolutely infatuated with you
When you start developing strange and worrying sleeping habits he is incredibly quick to catch on and recognise the problem
The man is very transparrent about his worry for you no matter how strong you are or how well you can take care of yourself
He doesn't even mind how stubborn you are in regards to talking about it because he knows that if something was seriously wrong you would tell him without a doubt
But when he's giving you soft praise and passionate cuddles and kisses after waking you up from a particularly harsh night terror, you're all the more grateful to have him supporting you
Would definately rub your back in small circles and put effort into giving you a relaxing massage to help relieve muscle pain and tension
As you both sit in the dark it still does nothing to hide his beaming smile that he still directs to you, and you suddenly feel that much better, despite having been worried about inconveniencing or annoying him with your problems
He's there with you to support and help you out when you get flashbacks or especially triggering dreams, holding you with strong and sturdy arms and stroking your hair
And when you end up curling up in his lap in exhaustion, he only smiles and puts out the light, braiding your hair while he watches over you
Muichiro
When you admit to him that you've had trouble sleeping, he is initially very confused
He really does try his best not to zone out as you talk to him though, which is something you always appreciate from him. He shows that he's at least trying to keep up
As you speak he stares straight into your soul, though, which is always a little unnerving, but he's an absolutely amazing listener and drops everything for you once he realises something is wrong. Even if it does take about three to five working days for him to realise anything
With that being said, it does take a while for your words to actually dawn on him
I'm talking, like, the next day
Now it makes sense why you've been coming to bed late and waking up even later
When he fully processes the fact that he might be able to actually help you, he's putting less caffeine in your teas and going on more expeditions to hunt demons in order to successfully tire you out
That idea was courtesy of Shinobu, whom he'd asked for help
He usually doesn't really talk to any of the other Hashiras if he doesn't have to, but he went out of his comfort zone just for you
When you both end up asleep together he cuddles into your chest, using your breasts as pillows and curling up around you like a tired cat
Gyomei
Although he's blind, he still notices the difference in your movement and the altered way that you shift your weight around him, almost as if you feel like you're heavier
He's pretty quick to pick up on the sloppy movement and the exhaustion tugging at your limbs just from your aura, and immediately there are tears running down his face as he cries for you, praying for your wellbeing
On the plus side, his mountain-like form is the perfect resting place when you want a quick nap
His muscles are huge, but not as rock hard as you would think they are until he flexes, making them the perfect resting spot for your head
Improvised cushion
You're not sure whether he's crying because you just called him a cushion, or because he's happy that you're comfortable, but for the sake of your sanity, you assume it's the latter
He's as cuddly as a teddy bear and the second you wake up from a nightmare you immediately know that you're safe because he's got his arms wrapped around you, dwarfing you in comparison
He stays up with you sometimes if you're really strugggling to get to sleep because he doesn't want you to be alone
and when you stay awake through an entire night he pulls you aside and lets you doze off in the safety of his arms. He radiates warmth as well, and he considers it a beautiful boding moment when you sleep on him
He thinks that when you sleep on him, you're letting him be in control when you're at your most vulnerable, and he cries every time he thinks about it
He cries for you when you tell him about your nightmares as well, showing you his sympathy through his tears and resting your foreheads together
Obanai
He tries not to make you aware of how much he cares for you because it's a little embarrassing for him, but he notices immidiately when something is off about you
The first time the nightmares really affect you that badly you look a mess in the morning, your hair is greasy and knotted and your eyes are drooping shut, circled by dark bags
He listens a little more intently to you that day and hangs around a little longer, his touches lingering longer as well as he debates on whether to talk to you about it or not.
The next time it happens he is significantly worried and ends up questioning you with the same monotonous voice, yet with a tinge of worry to it
As he pries every last detail from you, he makes the decision to stay with you and help so that you don't feel so exhausted and worn to the bone anymore
It works like a charm because he's strict about your diet and your excorcise habits that aren't helping you. No more coffee or lounging around for you broke your heart
He cuddles tight when you sleep though, and even his snake curls up around you both as you feel his firm grip on you even in your sleep
He provides you with a back massage as he lays next to you when you start to drift off, and when you wake up the next day he rests his forehead against yours as if to say good morning
There is no way that any one else knows about this because he refuses to tell anyone and cusses them out with a sneer if they make any comments
He does like to sit in the trees with your back against his chest though, and he uses this opportunity to let you vent about your nightmares
He might not have a lot of advice to give you, and he seems relatively apathetic on the outside, but he lets you know he cares with his small gestures of affection and the occasional "i love you" when he feels it hasn't been said enough
Giyu
He starts to get very cuddly as soon as he notices you starting to get fidgety
Every time you let out an especially loud whimper or you start moving a little too much, he's quick to wrap his arms around your waist and hoist you up
You'll be kicking and crying and all of a sudden he's no longer spooning you, he's sitting up on the bed with you in his lap, cuddled against him
He always likes to put his hand against the back of your head and push it into his chest, letting you cry into his arms and not saying a word except for a whispered "'s okay. I love you"
He holds your hand in your sleep and tries not to wake you up, instead opting to try soothing your nightmare so that you don't end up sleep deprived
Blue eyes stay trained on your now relaxed expression as he basically pets you, that same longing stare on his face but with just a touch more love and adoration in his eyes
All this big baby wants is to hold you
And he sleeps like an absolute baby when he's with you
He's also probably started noticing that you've been having strange sleeping habits before you did yourself
He's already gone to Shinobu for advice since if anyone knew about this kind of thing it would probably be her
He doesn't like to let her know that he's following her advice to the T, but she already knows. He can't hide from her. She'll do anything to protect you two
Shinobu
Her expression barely even faulters as you admit to her that you've been experiencing sleep problems lately
She only gives you a serene, sympathetic smile, staying awefully quiet
"Oh, i see..."
In reality she's just thinking over in great detail every single thing she could possibly do to help you out
Is a hundred percent making you drinks with sleep stimulants and feeding you medicine with your food, herbal teas are served to you every day for the next week and you can't help but sweatdrop as she provides you with every kind of drug or medicine possible that could help you sleep easier
Is she stying to knock out a horse?? Damn those teas are strong-...
She lets you talk to her about your nightmares, which have already started to impact your daily life in the form of flashbacks and paranoia. She's an amazing listener
She is more than willing to sing to you and oh. my. god.
Her voice puts you right to sleep sometimes
She's often seen sitting at the butterfly estate on the decking with you next to her, your head resting on her shoulder and her head resting on top of yours
Obviously she's playing with your hair like you're some kind of dress up doll - you would have to use all ten fingers and probably some of your toes to count the amount of times you've woken up with a new hairstyle or some kind of butterfly accessory in your hair
You wouldn't have it any other way, though. Who wouldn't want to wake up feeling glam??
When you take a nap on her chest she will always tease you after
"are they soft?" "you sure looked comfortable"
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Muichiro Sick HCs
Sorry for being inactive guys, I had a lot of tests, quizzes, and projects to do for the last 2 weeks of school. Since next week is my last week of school, feel free to request things as comments on this post, and I'll see if I can get to them, thank you!
As an apology, have some sick Muichiro HCs in honor of his backstory being released and Swordsmith Village Arc in general. This version of Muichiro HCs is platonic, no yandere, but I'll do a romantic Muichiro HCs soon enough. However before I get to requests, I'll do Sick Mitsuri.
Because of his strict training regime, he can't really accept the fact that he's sick and needs to rest.
He's coughed up blood before while training, and he's fine, so what's a little fever to him?
A lot, actually
His body almost collapses on him because he's been ignoring his fever for so long
Once you heard the news, you rushed over to his house. The Kakushi were taking care of him, but skedaddled when they saw you.
"Cowards. I'm not even that scary."
That was a complete lie, you looked like you were about to murder them, and you holding your katana like you were about to strike only confirmed their opinions
He had a wet towel on his head, and his breathing was heavy
"Muichiro, can you hear me?"
He turns to you, his face blank, despite his heavy breathing
"Of course, you would look at me like that."
He blinks, and his crow starts yelling at you while standing protectively near him to make sure he's okay.
"Relax, Little Miss Sassy, I'm here to care for him because he obviously can't ask for help. *Sigh* I'm going to die early because of you, y'know that? I'm only 17, and I'm never going to get married because you're going to kill me."
You look at him. "If you keep doing this, you're going to die early."
You go make him some soup, and because of his slight hatred of being treated like a child, he ate it himself.
You also gave him so comfier clothes to change into, because he was overheating.
You made sure to call Kocho to take of him, and when she got there, she thanked you for letting her know but when she finished, you stayed by his side for the rest of the day.
He doesn't remember who you are sometime, but he feels happy near you.
He also was very happy you stayed, because it made him happy, like his heart fluttered.
His crow doesn't like you at all, but you don't really care.
Your crow and his crow are always at each other's necks, and it's funny to watch.
"Rest now, Muichiro. You'll need it."
After he got better, you scolded him, but he doesn't listen
He just stuck his tongue out at you
The Hashira think the relationship between you two is cute, and Shinobu frequently teases you about it, using words like "son", and "mother" when talking about you and Muichiro
She asks if you're going to take Nezuko and Tanjiro as your children if you ever get the chance
You denied it
Well, you did end up doing that.
One big traumatized family
Spoiler: When Muichiro dies, you start crying, even while fighting Kokushibo alongside him
You die at the hands of Muzan
Muichiro thinks of you like an elephant. Because of your heavy presence and how loud you are, but how you care for him like he's your son or family in general. Elephants have close bonds with family in general.
#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#muichiro tokito#muichirou#fluff#platonic#headcannons#light angst#spoliers#hashira reader#hashira#i love him so muuuuuch#i love him so much#forgetful#kny x y/n#tanjiro kamado#kimetsu nezuko#nezuko and tanjiro#kny#tanjiro#nezuko kamado#nezuko chan#gn reader#imagine#drabble#my hcs
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Jesus fuck where do I even start ok so this is a massively long fic, in fact I think it’s the longest one I’ve ever written. Anyways this is for Anon so if you are out there, I FINALLY FINISHED IT!!!!!! Really sorry it took so long life has gotten really busy and tbh I fell in love with your idea and wanted to pour my heart and soul into it. I seriously hope you enjoy, oh and I went a little crazy with the Yandere Themes but nevertheless I hope you enjoy it. I wrote it in a way that could be watched alongside the mugen train arc so if you wanted to you absolutely could!!!! I hope you enjoy and thank you to everyone who have been unbelievably patient with me, y’all are the best!!!!!
As always please enjoy!
Request are always open!(disclaimer, it does take me while)
Criticism/tips welcome!
Warnings: Yandere themes, violent themes, sexual themes, delusion, stalking, kidnapping, assault, (etc.)
If anything mentioned above may cause you distress of any kind please do not read
Minors do not interact.
Sweat poured from your brow; it had been an intense workout you had just completed, but if you were going to be a Hashira you had to get stronger every chance you got.
You sheathed your sword and sat down on the dusty ground. As you did you wiped the sweat from your brow and sighed deeply.
“(Y/n), here, I brought you some water!” Spoke Kyojuro enthusiastically. His sudden appearance startled you as he had seemed to form out of thin air.
“Kyojuro, you scared me! Where did you come from?!” You replied as you sighed a sigh of relief. Kyojuro didn’t answer, only laughed as a response. Had it not been for his boisterous and jolly demeanor the interaction would have left you skeptical. Instead, you took the calabash from his hands and drank the cool water eagerly.
Kyojuro watched how your eyes closed and how your body graciously took the drink. Goosebumps rose on his skin and a shiver trickled up his spine. How beautiful you looked accepting such a small gesture from him, so beautiful of every second of every day.
If you paid him closer attention you would have come to find that Kyojuro adored you. No, he was obsessed with you. He exalted every effort to be around you, to be your friend. Along with this he often would follow you home or follow you to missions. He convinced himself that this was only to ensure your safety, and if anything were to go wrong he would be there to save you. On nights he wasn’t so lucky as to be able to follow you, he would become wracked with anxiety. He’d pace the floor or bounce his leg as his mind ran with all the ways you could have gotten hurt. After he finished what he needed to attend to, he’d run to find you. Several nights he found that you were indeed safe, going about your nightly routine or sleeping peacefully in your bed. He’d stay and watch you for a while longer before he took his leave, but even then his anxiety was not curbed. He needed more, he needed to be sure that you were safe even if he wasn’t present. These thoughts plagued him constantly. Yet to you he seemed only to be a close friend, who was helpful and kind to everyone. You were the only one who didn’t see Kyojuro’s true feelings.
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On one particular morning you spent your time in and out of conciseness recovering from a mission that left you badly injured. The kakushi recovered you from the scene and transported you to the butterfly estate. You laid in bed wrapped from head to toe in bandages, and the news of this spread like wild fire; before too long the news reached Kyojuro.
He was standing and talking with Mitsuri when she mentioned that you and several other slayers were being cared for at the estate. When he heard your name, he stopped and all color fled from his face. He hadn’t known you had been sent on a mission as he had just returned from one. Quickly he apologized and excused himself, when he was sure that he was out of sight he sprinted to the butterfly estate.
He barreled through the doors frantically, his hair wild and his face flushed as he tried to remain calm. Shinobu smiled and greeted him warmly to which Kyojuro returned the gesture. She then asked that if there was something he needed and he replied that he was there to check on you.
Shinobu noticed how ever so slightly his hands were trembling and how fast he responded. She noticed his disheveled look and nervous behavior, even more intriguing was how he had found out where you were so soon. You had only just arrived a few hours before, not to mention you still were in critical condition.
“(Y/n) is doing well, I’m sure in the next few days they will be ready for visitors.” Shinobu replied with her gentle voice and soothing tone. This did nothing to settle Kyojuro’s nerves, in fact, it heightened them.
“Can I go see them now?” Kyojuro asked a little too quickly.
Shinobu smiled once again and responded,
“I feel that may not be the best thing for (Y/n) right now, as they are still in critical condition. It would be best for them to rest.”
“I see.” Kyojuro replied visibly disappointed.
Shinobu then carried on about her business and left a defeated Kyojuro alone in the hall. But just as soon as she was away from view, he began to search the rooms.
He roamed the intensive care hall cautiously, when he walked past a group of girls he would smile and wave as if he were allowed to be there. He even stopped at one point and asked which room you were in, the girl not knowing any better pointed to your room down the hall and to the right. He thanked them graciously and continued on his way.
When he approached your room, he placed his ear against the paper door. He could hear your shallow breathes, but nothing else was heard. Quietly he slid the door open and stepped inside.
What he saw next almost brought him to his knees in anguish. Your poor body, broken, bruised, battered, and covered in bandages. The only skin that was visible was that of your eyes and nose even though they too were injured. He walked and knelt on the floor beside your bed. He took your hand, he held it softly as he watched your chest rise and fall with each ragged breath. His tears stung his eyes as he looked over you and took in the full extent of your injuries; his heart shattered even more thinking of the fear you must have felt. The overwhelming guilt hung tightly to his soul, he blamed himself for everything. If he had only been there maybe, you wouldn’t be laying before him on the brink of death. Each time he gazed at your face, your beautiful face torn to pieces and bruised beyond recognition, he wept.
Shinobu knew that Kyojuro would defy her, she knew that as soon as she left from him that he find his way to you. She thought it sweet that Kyojuro was so helplessly in love with you, but not her nor anyone else for that matter, knew the full extent of his adoration for you.
Each day that he could, Kyojuro would be by your side waiting for you to wake. He would kneel by the bed and talk about his day or what interested him in that moment. Then he would read to you. And after that he would continue talking. When the nurses arrived to change your bandages or to administer medication he would stand in the corner watching their every move. Some even complained that he made them nervous by watching so closely. Shinobu would only laugh and tell them to not mind him as he was only worried about you.
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“Kyo…Kyo…Kyojuro!” You said loudly as you waved your hand infront of Kyojuro’s eyes.
“Hm?! Yes?” He said breaking out of his trance.
“You were staring again.” You said as you playfully laughed. Recently he had developed a habit of staring. One minute he would be talking and the next he’d be completely silent with his eyes fixed on you. At first it startled you, but soon after you grew accustomed to it so when he did drift off you would pull him back into reality. You often found yourself staring back and wondering what exactly went on in his head.
“Oh I’m sorry! I suppose my mind was somewhere else!” Kyojuro replied looking at you. He had been thinking of that time at the butterfly estate. He spent so long by your side, he refused to eat and barely drink simply because he wanted to be there when you woke. That and the guilt he felt inside wouldn’t let him leave you. He didn’t deserve to be comfortable or to indulge in anything nice because you were in pain. Pain that he believed he could have prevented. Even now, months after the incident, he felt tremendous guilt.
“What was it we were discussing?” He asked, his attention now fully on you as if you weren’t the only thing his mind was on constantly.
“We were discussing our upcoming missions, you said something about yours being on a train?” You asked as you turned towards him. You noticed a slight red hue to his cheeks appear when you locked eyes with him.
“Right! The train!”
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Kyojuro went on to explain his next mission would be on board a train. Suspicious disappearances had occurred recently on the train, therefore several slayers had been sent to investigate, but none had returned. It was then decided that Kyojuro, along with three other slayers, were to be sent and exterminate the demon. From the way Kyojuro spoke of the mission it was to be a fairly quick trip. Only two days from the way he had put it. And yet he spoke confidently, the feeling of impending doom sunk in the pit of your chest. He noticed your change in attitude and immediately spoke up,
“What’s the matter?” He asked, his eyes soft and comforting. He worried that perhaps he had said something wrong, he searched his words hoping he didn’t offend you somehow.
You fidgeted nervously and replied,
“It’s nothing-just-just be careful Kyo.” You often found that saying such kind words made you nervous, you looked away from Kyojuro and down to your feet.
Your words silenced him. He could feel his heart thumping and the blood rush to his face. Oh how his heart soared! Your soft words were music to his ears, he felt that such kindness was wasted on him, nevertheless he couldn’t help but feel elated. How kind you were to be worried about him, although misguided as this mission was nothing to worry about, it would be far easier than ones he had handled before. He knew that you would see that you shouldn’t worry for him as he would return home unscathed. And then he hoped that you would also see that he should be the one to protect you. You would see that you could depend on him, be safe with him, love him. Yes he would return home unharmed, and then you would finally see where you belonged. You belonged with him.
‘How wonderful!’
‘Things will be perfect!’
‘It will be beautiful!’
His mind chanted.
He stood from his seated position beside you, you looked up at him and saw the brightest smile plastered across his face. He extended you a hand and you took it, before you knew what was happening, Kyojuro pulled you up into his arms. He wrapped them tightly around your waist and lifted you from the ground.
“Kyojuro?! Kyojuro!? What are you doing? Put me down!” You yelled but he only laughed and started spin. He twirled the two of you around several times before setting you back down.
“Of course I’ll be careful, (Y/n)! If I’m careful that means I get to live another day, another day that can be spent with you!” Kyojuro said in his usual loud voice.
Suddenly he dipped and wrapped his arms around you once again, this time his grip was tighter. So tight in fact you began to have trouble breathing, if he squeezed any tighter your ribs might have broken.
“Ach-Kyo-I can’t breathe.” You managed to choke out. He loosened his grip, but still he embraced you.
He smiled so warmly, he reminded you of the sun. His blatant affection had caught you off guard as he was being particularly flirtatious. Perhaps this is what Mitsuri meant by Kyojuro’s ‘extreme crush’ on you. This was of course followed by Tengen saying it was more of an obsession rather than a crush. And at the time you didn’t believe either of them because Kyojuro had always came off as sweet and kind spirited. He was like that with everyone. Today, and past several weeks for that matter he had become a bit more touchy and a bit more gushy than usual. It never bothered you as he had yet to properly ask you out, and the idea of the two of you together seemed pleasant. Though, at the back of your mind, something told you to be careful. Almost like you were telling yourself that you might be getting more than you bargained for if you did get involved with him. Therefore you thought it best to tread lightly.
“I have something I’ve been wanting to tell you for a very long time.” Kyojuro whispered, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. His voice was deeper, more serious now. Your sense heightened and the hair on your skin rose.
He couldn’t deny his feelings any longer. He wanted you to know just how much he truly loved you, how much he worshiped you. But your voice stopped him before he could continue,
“Kyojuro, whats going on? You’ve been acting weird lately, are you okay?” You asked him as you retracted from his grip. You looked at him with worry in your eyes, Kyojuro’s smile still as wild as ever.
“I’ve never been better! I feel amazing, I feel as though I could fight a thousand demons!” He yelled, his response failed to cull your confusion.
“What is that you need to tell me?” You asked, hoping that whatever it was he said next would answer your questions.
Your heart rate rose in anticipation for what he was about to confess.
Then he took a step back and he calmed. His muscles relaxed and his smile that was filled with raging excitement faded to a grin of contentment.
“No, now isn’t the right time. After I arrive back home, I would like to spend some time together. Just the two of us.” He said as his hands slid from your back to your forearms, he held them firmly and his thumbs rubbed the exposed skin.
A blush spread across your cheeks, his soft gestures and words had you confused, most of all they had you flustered.
“Sure-I mean yeah, we could spend some time together. Alone.” You squeaked out nervously. Kyojuro smiled and laughed once again before embracing you harshly one last time. His touch was starved, so much so that it seemed he hadn’t hugged anyone in quite a long time.
The two of you shared parting words and Kyojuro headed to what you assumed, his father’s estate.
You stood in the middle of the training grounds still stunned by the whole interaction. The most you could do was stand motionless as your mind raced trying to make it all make sense.
Then you looked down to your hand and saw that you still held the calabash Kyojuro had given to you.
“I’ll have to return this when he gets home.” You said aloud as you examined it more closely. When he returned you would simply walk up and give it to him. You’d thank him and the exchange would be over, right? Then the two of you could go back to being close friends, right? You knew it would never be that easy. It’s was apparent now that Kyojuro did desire you, and you-well you didn’t know if you felt the same. Kyojuro was a very handsome man, a terribly strong slayer, and he was overwhelmingly kind. He was a good person and you knew that. But something about the way he showed his desire worried you. His actions appeared restrained, as if he was hiding the full extent of his emotions. That being said Kyojuro was never the one to act on pure emotion, he was level headed and used logic to solve his issues. You were torn by your thoughts. Part of you wanted to let yourself enjoy his presence and see if a blossoming relationship could sprout from your friendship, then again a roaring wildfire starts from a singular spark.
Frustrated and wanting nothing more than to go home, you picked up your belongings. You looked across the training grounds and saw that it was empty. Earlier you had heard voices of others but you had been so focused on your training you hadn’t seen who it was. In fact, you had been the only one using the training grounds today as there was no one present when you began and when you ended.
Except, Kyojuro.
Your throat tightened.
No one else was here except you, and yet Kyojuro somehow managed to be stopping by. Equipped with water of course.
‘How did he know where to find me?’ Your mind asked itself.
‘Maybe I’m reading to much into this.’ You thought trying to reassure yourself.
‘No I’m just being paranoid, I need to get some rest. Yeah I’m just tired!’ You thought to yourself once again before shaking your head and silently laughing.
‘Getting all worked up over nothing.’ You laughed at your own paranoia, for a second you were thinking that Kyojuro had been stalking you.
‘What a ridiculous thought.’ You added.
As you continued to settle your nerves back down, you made your way through the gates and around the corner of the fence. From there you would descend the hill, and follow a thin path into the forest. After a several mile trek you would enter the town closest to your home. There you thought you might do some light shopping as you had been meaning to get out more often. Maybe you would find a new kimono or yukata to add to your collection. Then you could stop for some udon, and after that you could finish your journey home. From the way you trained today, udon and a good night’s sleep was well deserved.
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That evening you spent your time wandering the crowded streets stopping and admiring all the merchandise. Just as you had expected, you didn’t make it through without spending money. As you walked from vendor to vendor something caught your eye. It had been a glorious (y/f/c) haori. It was perfect in every way, you stopped and admired it for quite a while. The merchant took notice of this and gave you deal, you thanked him. Immediately after, you had handed the man your money and put it on. To which he smiled and clapped, you were just a thrilled as it fit perfectly. You thanked him once again and continued on your way.
Then you stopped for something to eat. A bald fellow that wore a striped kimono sat with his udon cart near the end of town. You approached him and paid for two bowls, as you were exhausted and starving at this point. You handed him your money and he handed you two bowls. You took them and thanked him just as you had the merchant. Quietly you ate on a bench nearby, the food was immaculate and it settled your grumbling stomach. You returned the bowls and thank the man to which he thanked you in return. Then you continued down the winding road towards your home. It was getting dark and the trees appeared black against the orange sky. You sighed with content. The world you lived in was so cruel yet so beautiful at times. How lucky you were to live amongst such glorious sights.
‘I know what it means to be a slayer…I defeat the evil that prevents others from seeing the world as it truly is. And it is beautiful.’ You said internally. As your mind worked with solving the intricacies that entangles life, today’s incident and worries were behind you. But of course they were never far away, in fact, one followed close behind observing your every move.
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You stepped onto the wooden engawa and opened your door. Inside was dark and quiet, it was always nerve wracking to come into your home late in the evenings. Quickly you fumbled for your matches. Once found, you made your way around the house lighting each lantern. Soon the house was entirely illuminated and you felt a bit more comfortable.
Towards the end of your journey the feeling of being watched crept upon you. You had been uneasy and quickened your pace quite a bit. This had not been because you were avoiding a potential demon, but from the lack of one. When the feeling first appeared you stopped, hands clasped your sword in anticipation. In an instant you knew that what you sensed had not been a demon but instead a human. A strong one, one that was determined and feared nothing. You knew you would have to face who it was if you stayed any longer, and as many demons you killed, you were not prepared to kill a human being. Therefore, you fled. But now you were home, and home was safe.
You made quick work of your training clothes, tossing them to the side as you pulled on your evening clothes. Then you went to your room and hung up your new haori, something so nice should be treated as such. You chuckled, as you knew soon enough you would be wearing it into battle.
‘Hopefully this one will hold up better than the last’ you thought to yourself as you smoothed out the wrinkles and freeing it from any dirt.
Afterwards, you stepped outside to fetch some water from your well. Then you brought the pail inside and scooped a cup of water from it.
‘I’ll have to make some tea in the morning.’ You mentioned to yourself as you sipped the cool water slowly.
You tended to a few things inside the house before officially retiring to bed. Accompanied by your cup of water and your katana, you shuffled into the bedroom. There you sat down on the fluffy futon and immediately sank into its warmth. Knowing you would soon fall asleep you took one last sip of your water and placed it withins arm reach, then you placed your blade on the floor next to your bed. That is where your sword always resided as it was easy for you grab incase of an emergency, and it gave you a strong sense of comfort knowing your weapon rested alongside of you.
You inched into the covers and snuggled tighter into the pillows. The warmth and softness of your bed always made you question why you left it to begin with. Your eyes heavy with sleep closed and your muscles settled, before long, you had fallen into a deep sleep.
Luckily for Kyojuro, not even the world coming to an end could wake you tonight. As he had done many nights before, he stepped onto the engawa and strolled to the door. There he picked the lock and slid it open.
Inside your home felt as it always did, peaceful and tranquil. Maybe it was just your energy, but regardless Kyojuro had never felt as peaceful as he did here. Here beside you.
He stood in the entrance of your room and admired you. How beautiful you looked sleeping so comfortably. It was amusing to him how you slept the same every night, one leg bent and the other straight, while one arm was always wrapped around a pillow and the other rested underneath your head. He chuckled quietly as he took his seat where he had many times before; it was a cushion conveniently placed against the wall. During the nights he came he would take his spot and lean against the wall while he silently watched you. Each night that he did he yearned for your touch, he wanted so desperately to be the one you cuddled so closely. But for now he was content with watching you sleep peacefully as he knew before long his dreams would become reality.
You stirred slightly and Kyojuro froze, but then you settled, falling back into your deep slumber. He released his breath and smiled, there had been several nights where you had almost caught him. One being particularly too close of a call for comfort.
A couple weeks before, you returned from a mission, it had been strenuous both the journey and battle. You were injured but not severe enough to warrant a visit to Shinobu, instead you opted to treat your wounds in the comfort of your home.
Kyojuro had followed you into battle and remained just out of sight. During the fight he almost jumped in to help, but you managed defeat the demon on your own. Your fighting style was confusing to anyone that watched you, you were the master of trickery. In one moment it looked as if you were leaving an opening for an opponent’s attack, but at the last second you would strike and rise victorious. The demon would only realize the full extent of your deception when it’s head was rolling across the ground.
‘Amazing!’ Kyojuro thought to himself as he saw your perfectly calculated performance. Your art was appearing weak and unbalanced while you remained in control the entire time.
After the battle had concluded, you sheathed your sword and turned towards the way you came. You made the trek home drenched in sweat and covered in dust.
Once home you wasted no time changing clothes, stripping them as soon as you walked through the door. Being that you were exhausted you had forgotten to close the door.
Kyojuro stood not far behind you, shielded by the shrubbery close to the engawa. He watched stunned as you removed the top layer of clothing off your body. Once he realized what you were doing, heat rushed to his face and his eyes widened. He audibly gasped and ducked further into the brush.
Although you weren’t fully unclothed, seeing more of your body rendered him into a blushing, fumbling mess. His hands trembled and sweat began to pour from his pores. Before, this had only been a dream, one he would think of you when he was alone late into the evening. But now you stood almost completely bare, your skin illuminated by the moonlight.
Kyojuro could feel his body reacting to the intimate scene in-front of him. His legs became weak and his blood rushed from his face to just below his belt. A rising tent formed in between his legs.
None the wiser, you picked your clothes up from the wooden floor and stepped inside; closing the door behind you.
When you bent to retrieve your clothing, Kyojuro groaned as the sight was far too much for him to contain. Once the door was closed he released the breath he had been holding in so desperately. Quickly he tried to calm himself as his length grew even more prominent, but all attempts were made in vain as the images of you flooded his perverse mind.
Unbeknownst to you, you wandered your home. You did small things that were required of you every evening. Watering your plants, changing clothes, cleaning your sword, and other small chores such as that. Once your nightly routine had been completed you walked to your room and shut the door. Inside you put on your usual sleep clothes and made yourself comfortable in bed. Tomorrow you would train and the day after that you would train some more. Even though you wanted so deeply to give up, to give in, you knew that you couldn’t. You could only get stronger and faster.
You quietly placed your sword at the side of your bed, then you laid down and sunk into the glorious mass of pillows. Seconds later you were asleep and Kyojuro was making his way inside. Kyojuro approached the door, his hands fumbled as he tried to pick the lock. Much to his surprise the door had been left unlatched.
‘Careless.’ He thought, as he silently slid the door open. The unlocked door was added to the many list of reasons why you needed him to protect you. What if someone where to come in and harm you? You slept far too heavy to sense them, you were leaving yourself open to intruders. It was dangerous! But if you had Kyojuro by your side you needn’t worry about such things as he would handle them. He would keep you safe, and to thank him, you would love him forever. He walked through your home making sure that no one else was around. Once he found that the home was all clear he walked into the kitchen and fixed himself a glass of water. He drank it and set the glass upside down beside the water pail absent mindedly. He then strolled to your room and opened the door. Inside, you lay sprawled across your bed, quietly snoring. Kyojuro laughed a bit at your position but nevertheless he came over and draped your blanket back on top of you. When he did the sweetest of smiles spread across your face, your body instinctively curled underneath the blanket and you sighed deeply. His heart leapt for joy, if only you knew he was the one that took such good care of you. Perhaps you would throw yourself into his arms immediately! Kyojuro could do nothing except kneel beside you and admire your beautiful face. How gorgeous you looked, how serene your expression is when you sleep. He had already been so riled up before, but now he his heart was nearly jumping out of his chest.
‘One kiss wouldn’t hurt.’ He thought to himself, still kneeling close beside you.
‘Just a small one, I doubt (Y/n) would even notice.’ He thought again as he began kneel closer. His heart raced now, he could hear his blood surging through his body. He inched closer and closer till his lips grazed the skin of your cheek. His breath came out ragged and starved, he craved this type of intimacy with you.
Very gently he placed a soft kiss on your cheek.
As a result you awoke from your sleep and instantly grabbed your katana. You unsheathed it and ran to search your home. You rummaged through each room and each time it returned the same result. Nothing. In your half awake fueled confusion your ran outside to investigate there and nothing was spotted again.
That night you failed to sleep as peacefully as you did before, in fact you spent most of your time grappling with what exactly had happened. It felt as though you had been touched by someone, it felt like someone had been there. But none had been seen, therefore you reasoned with yourself that a big had landed on your or maybe a mouse scurried past. You reluctantly let yourself believe your reasoning and tried to sleep.
‘What is more believable, a big landed on your face or someone came into your home late in the evening just for a chance to touch you?’
Kyojuro had successfully evaded your sight but only narrowly. Once he kissed you he saw your body jump and your hand shot underneath him to your sword. He had been on his feet and out of the house before you even opened your eyes. He fled out of the house and into the woods. He waited patiently till you settled down and went inside, then he waited just a bit longer for you to go back to bed. He was disappointed he couldn’t spend longer with you, but tonight you would have been far too on edge to return. In the end he got what he wanted, so with that he made his way back to his home to spend the rest of night.
The next morning you found something rather peculiar. One of your glasses sat upside down next to the pail of water you brought in the morning before. This was strange as you never set your glasses upside down, instead you dried then and set them back on the shelf. You stared at the glass in confusion. Perhaps what was even more startling was the fact that you did not drink any water when you got home the previous night. If you had, you would have taken it with you to bed.
Not wanting to spend another minute inside that house you gathered your belongings and left to train. Hopefully when you returned home that evening the glass would be on the shelf and the whole occurrence that happened the evening bedroom would have all been a dream.
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Kyojuro smiled recalling the fond memory. Now he was far to aware of your capabilities to do something as risky as that, not to mention, being under the influence of lust aided in his rash actions that night. No, now he was far more in control of his feelings. He knew he needed to wait, that soon you would open yourself up willingly and accept him. Maybe after the two of you were together long enough he would confess to these things. Hopefully the two of you could laugh and it would become a joke between lovers. The was a beautiful thought to him.
He looked out the window and saw that the dark night was shifting to morning. The eastern sky displayed a pale blue and the stars began to recede underneath the presence of the rising sun. He had stayed much longer than he anticipated, now he would have to hurry to arrive at the train station on time. Kyojuro stood and walked towards your open door. Before he left he turned and look at you one last time.
‘I could do this forever.’ He thought. He could spend his life completely and entirely dedicated to you. He could wake early every morning and protect this world the two of you live in, forever until the end of time, if it meant he could be with you. He could do anything for you.
He stepped out into the blossoming light of morning, the ground wet with dew and the birds sang a merry song. His heart hung as he thought it to be such a glorious morning, one he believed would be better spent with you. Yet he continued on his way, the hearts of others took priority over his own. Soon enough the two of you could share tender moments such as these.
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The light streaming in from the window pulled you out of your slumber. Instinctively your stretched your muscles and sat up from the bed. Your muscles sore from the training you endured the previous day, but now you had grown accustomed to the feeling. Groggily, with your still heavy with sleep, you managed to get out of bed and walk to your bathroom.
There you relieved yourself, took a bath, and combed your hair. Then you exited the bathroom and marched down the hall into the kitchen. After your bath your body had fully awoken. Now you walked through your house bright eyed and bushy tailed. You took the cup from your room and refilled it, with your water in hand you walked out onto the engawa to enjoy the morning.
It was beautiful, the sun shone brilliantly and earth seemed to come to life. Birds in the trees sang, wildlife scuttled across the open yard, and plants beamed with pride as the soft breeze swayed them gently. Today was a beautiful day for training.
You hastily ran inside to put on your training clothes and grab you sword. As you did you dried your cup and placed it on the shelf. You looked at the shelf and your mind brought back the memory of that strange night and the upside down cup. It had troubled you so much you mentioned it to some fellow slayers, they joked and remarked that it could have been a ghost. You were not fond of their playfulness as the situation seriously spooked you, but the more you thought about it the more the idea of a friendly ghost seemed to interest you. You named the ghost Yurei, and each morning you left you would yell,
“Bye Yurei! I’ll be back soon!”
It was a small habit you had formed and you practiced it religiously. In fact, you deemed it bad luck to leave your home without saying goodbye. As a result, you’d hear the faintest of footsteps and tiniest bit of rustling at night. And when these things occurred you’d smile to yourself and think,
‘It’s just Yurei, he’s getting himself a glass of water for the evening.’
It always set your mind at ease knowing your imaginary roommate was keeping you company.
Once you had collected your things and changed clothes, you bolted out the door hollering your usual goodbye. You waved as you took off down the road, hand held high and sword at hip. Today a feeling of joy filled your heart, you weren’t sure where it had come from but you welcomed is as it was a much needed release from the burden that slayers carried. Somehow you felt things were going to change and that excited you.
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When you arrived at the training grounds, all was empty except for Mitsuri and several younger slayers she has taken under her wing.
“Mitsuri!” You called and she turned towards you. Once she saw you, she squealed excitedly!
“Oh, (Y/n)! It’s been so long!” She said in her angelic voice. She jumped with joy and held her arms open. You ran to her and scooped her up in the biggest hug you could.
“Ugh I know, it’s been far too long!” You replied, with your arms still wrapped around her. The two of you pulled apart and began to talk. After a short conversation you mentioned that you needed to get started training, she smiled and said the same. Before you could go to the other side of the training yard she called you back.
“(Y/n)! Let’s go out this evening after training, I have so much I need to tell you!” She said, her voice full of enthusiasm.
“Absolutely!” You agreed.
After the plans were settled, the two of you separated once again. You to the opposite end of the training yard, and her along with her tsuguko plus two others.
For hours the five of you trained parallel to each other. After the sun began to set, Mitsuri bid her students farewell and made her way to you.
You hadn’t noticed how dark it had gotten, your mind had shut out the rest of the world and the only thing you could see was the swinging of your sword. Mitsuri ogled your spectacular technique, she knew it was only a matter of time before you became a hashira. She stood off to the side and sing your praises internally.
‘She’s so amazing the way she tricks her opponents! She’s like an optical illusion! No wonder Kyojuro is watching her so closely!’
In one final swift motion, you soared into the air. Your legs hung loosely underneath you as your chest faced the clouds, in an instant you switched your body midair and positioned yourself in the perfect stance to administer a finishing blow. You landed nearly silent, you stood from your crouched position and sheathed your katana.
“That was so cool!” Mitsuri cheered, her gleeful voice pulled you out of your trance and back into reality.
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“Hey, let’s go here, the food is amazing.” You said pointing at a small restaurant in the middle of town. Together you walked in, inside the dimly lit building you were greeted by a young woman. She smiled and took the two of you to a table. Afterwards she placed to cups of tea in front of both of you and left to give you some time to chose what you wanted to eat.
“How many demons are you up to now?” Mitsuri asked.
“43. As long as I don’t sustain any serious injuries, I hope to complete my goal by the end of the year.” You said, just then realizing how close you really were to becoming a hashira.
“Oh you are so close! I can’t wait! You have to sit beside me during the meetings!” Mitsuri chimed. Her cheerful demeanor was contagious, you smiled along side her and replied,
“Of course! Who else would I sit by?” You asked.
“What about Kyojuro? I’m sure he’d be fairly heartbroken if you weren’t close by, speaking of, how are you and Kyojuro? Have the two of you gone on any fun dates recently?” Mitsuri against with her head propped on her hands listening intently.
When you heard his name mentioned all color fled from your face and your heart sunk. You hadn’t thought about Kyojuro all day, and when she said his name the feeling of dread returned.
“Oh yeah, me and Kyojuro, well um, we are supposed to go out when he gets back from his mission. I think tonight he is supposed to be at the train station.” You said nervously, but your hesitation went unnoticed by Mitsuri.
“Ah! Are you two officially now? That’s wonderful! When is the wedding going to be? How many kids do you plan on having? Will the have hair like Kyojuro’s or will they have (y/h/c) like you? Will they use flame breathing or (y/b/t) like you? Can I babysit them? How often do-” You stopped her before she could keep going.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. We haven’t even gone out yet!” You yelled bursting into laughter, although the situation with Kyojuro caused you some anxiety, Mitsuri’s rapid fire questioning made you lose all sense of seriousness.
“Oh, well I assumed from the way Kyojuro spoke the two of you had begun to get pretty serious.” Mitsuri replied, clearly surprised by your response.
“What do you mean?” You asked, the feeling of dread crept up into your chest.
“He mentioned several occasions the two of you spent time together, he seems absolutely smitten. He talks so loving of you and about the way you treat him. He even said that he was going to see you at your home one evening. It’s funny, there’s a joke circling about how you don’t see one without the other. Where you are, Kyojuro is never far behind.” She said nonchalantly as she sipped her tea.
You on the other hand remained speechless.
It was true.
You were right, Kyojuro had been following you.
Your hands trembled harshly against the wooden table, sweat began to drip from your forehead. Your mouth felt dry and the thumping of your heart pounded in your ears.
Mitsuri noticed your sudden change and spoke up,
“(Y/n), are you alright? You look pale.”
You looked at her saw genuine concern.
“Oh yes I’m fine! I think I just got a little too hot this afternoon!” You said quickly as you straightened up in your seat and wiped your brow. Your hands still trembled and your mind raced but you kept your composure the best you could.
The rest of the evening went on without a hitch, after eating and chatting a bit you had calmed down. Even enjoying yourself a bit as you and Mitsuri laughed the night away. But the thoughts of Kyojuro never left the back of your mind. As soon as you felt yourself begin to feel comfortable the image of Kyojuro carefully stalking you, watching and waiting. That was what terrified you the most, what was he waiting for? If all of what Mitsuri said was true, he had every chance in the world to do what he wanted. Yet he didn’t. Something wasn’t right and you could feel, he wanted something from you but you didn’t know what. Maybe he enjoyed the chase, the feeling of almost getting caught, or on a more concerning thought, he was waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Like an owl observing an unsuspecting mouse.
“(Y/n)?…(Y/n)?…(Y/n)?” Mitsuri’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts.
“Hm? Yes!” You said turning your attention to her. Big green eyes looked at you with concern, she knew you were distracted by something serious.
“Are you okay?” She asked, her voice comforting yet prying.
“Oh yeah, I’m alright. I think I may just be tired, yeah I’m just tired.” You replied, but she was not convinced. Even the way you spoke revealed that your attention was else where.
After another short conversation Mitsuri offered to walk you home. You politely declined and the two of you parted ways promising to meet up again soon.
Now as you made the all too familiar walk home your heart and mind drowned in a sea of emotions. First and foremost you felt tremendous guilt as tonight was to be spent having fun and enjoying each other’s company, but instead your anxiety took control. Overthinking was something that often plagued you and although you tried your hardest, your brain refused to cooperate. Knowing that this was a problem of yours made your emotions that much more difficult to decipher. Kyojuro wasn’t stalking you, the mere notion was ridiculous, given how skilled and observant you are now surely you would have spotted him. It was impossible to believe he had been following you, let only following you for weeks. You would have seen him, right? Or heard him? Kyojuro wasn’t very sneaky, and whenever he thought something he said it. He was a bit brash like that. Mitsuri probably took some very light compliments made towards you by him more serious than intended. This was all a misunderstanding and one day the three of you would laugh about it. In fact, it’s so outrageous, you’ll tell Kyojuro the minute he gets back. Yes, you’ll tell him when he gets home, you’ll meet him in town and you will go out together. You’ll share a silly moment and he will explain everything. There wasn’t anything wrong and he wasn’t stalking you. Yes, you are fine and just overthink things sometimes. You were tired and stressed, it’s no wonder you’ve been so erratic lately. You’ve been pushing yourself to the absolute limit and your mind was paying for it. You needed to rest, meditate, regroup, and when he returned talking with him to get peace of mind would help even more.
Yes, you are fine.
You are fine.
You are fine.
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After night had fallen, and you had returned home, Kyojuro begun his mission. He met with a young man and the two discussed that of the Mugen train. It was the learned it was under repair but was set to return to work the following morning. The first demon he slayed during that night proved to be slow and he easily defeated him, saving the lives of others in the process. In fact he met a very kind, yet strong willed girl and an older woman at one of the train stations. The girl sold bento boxes which were in his opinion, delicious. He decided that after he defeated the demon that terrorized the passengers on the Mugen train, he would buy all of her bento boxes once again. He would bring you several as he knew you would enjoy them. Some day in near future he planned to bring you to a restaurant he found along the way as well.
When morning broke, Kyojuro bought a ticket and boarded the train. Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenitsu would meet him onboard, the four of them would then make quick work of the demon and return home. Then when he returned he would take you out, the two of you would share a nice evening and after he took you home, he would confess his true feelings for you.
As Kyojuro sat in his seat on the train car, he found himself staring out the window and imagining what life was going to be like after that night. When you heard how deeply he loved you, would you throw your arms around him and hug him in that overwhelmingly warm embrace you had or would you confess that you felt the same. Either way, he knew that you loved him back it was only a matter of coaxing out a confession from you. He couldn’t wait to hear the words,
“I love you, Kyo.” Fall from your lips. He would do whatever it takes to hear you say it.
He would kiss you a million times, hug you a million times, and protect you from a million demons if it meant you would utter the words that could melt his blazing heart.
Those thoughts filled his head constantly and his heart could do nothing but beat in leaps and bounds. How wonderful would it be to kiss you, how wonderful would it be to sleep beside you every night. When enough time had passed and the both of you felt ready, he hoped you would allow him the honor to explore your body and fulfill your every need. 
His thoughts halted as his stomach began to growl. He looked to his side and saw the stacks of bento boxes still rest beside him, then he looked out the window once again. The sky has changed from a brilliant blue to soft orange as the began to set. This surprised him as he had apparently spent the day dreaming rather than focusing on the mission. He laughed at his absent mindedness; his boisterous laugh shook the cabin and startled the passengers. One man even turned to his wife to comment how strange Kyojuro was.
Once he regained his focus he reached inside the purple covering that held the boxes and fished out a beef bento box. He opened and was astonished by how wonderful the food looked. This surely had been made with love. Then another thought came to mind. Tanjiro and the others would be arriving soon, so he thought it best to set a couple back for them.
After setting aside six boxes, Kyojuro pulled apart his chopsticks and began to eat.
“Umai!”
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Tanjiro, Inosuke, Zenitsu board the train and searched for Kyojuro on the accompanying cars. Inosuke proved to be difficult as he jumped from window to window astonished by how fast the train was moving. Zenitsu followed closely alongside him apologizing to the fellow passengers as Inosuke had stepped and shoved several.
Just as soon as Tanjiro opened the door leading to the next car, a rippling wave of sound blew past the three boys.
“Umai!” Yelled a strong voice from the other side.
The three entered cautiously and saw that exclamation came from a young man with fiery hair. He sat facing away from them eating eagerly.
“Umai!” He shout after every bite.
The three approached him and Tanjiro introduced themselves. After exchanging pleasantries, Kyojuro motioned for him to take a seat.
Tanjiro explained that the three were sent by the Kasugai crows to meet him there, then he asked Kyojuro about Hinokami Kagura. Kyojuro then confessed he did not know what it was and stated he have never heard the term before. He then questioned Tanjiro as to what color his sword was, to which the boy replied it was black. Kyojuro exclaimed at how unfortunate that was, but the boy needn’t worry as he would become his Tsuguko and that he would train all three boys. Tanjiro was grateful but he questioned what exactly Kyojuro was staring at. In fact he questioned twice and each time Kyojuro didn’t answer. This was because although his mind needed to be on the mission he couldn’t help but think of you. Every second of every day his mind was slowly becoming even more occupied by your image. But his attention was soon grabbed by the yellow boy and his many questions of the train. He explained the situation as many people disappeared on the train along with all the swordsmen sent to it.
Just as soon as Zenitsu began to wail the conductor entered from the back of the car and requested to see their tickets. Each one held out their ticket and the frail man punched a whole in all. As the man handed back Tanjiro’s ticket, Kyojuro sensed something amiss. He stood from his seat and revealed his sword.
The lights flickered and in a flash a hulking spiny demon appeared. It stood to a massive height and reared its ugly face, but Kyojuro calmly unsheathed his sword. He marveled at the beast’s blood demon art, but in the same breath vowed to take its life. When he held his sword, vibrant orange and red flames danced amongst the blade. The light from him alone illuminated the entire car. He instantly took his stance and held his sword above his shoulders, quickly he struck slicing the demon’s head off in one clean blow.
The boys praised his strength and speed, but now time was of the essence. Kyojuro sensed another demon was present and immediately gave chase. The three boys scrambled and followed suit.
Next Kyojuro stood face to face with a long, spindly, grotesque creature. It towered to the ceiling on tall legs, much like the first spikes riddled it’s body. Passengers fled past him in terror but he stood unfazed as he knew this demon would be dead in a matter of seconds.
Tanjiro and Inosuke charged forward ahead of him, the demon focused it’s attention on the remaining passenger. Kyojuro reminded it, that he was it’s opponent. Before another action could be taken Inosuke rushed the demon only to be passed Kyojuro. He scooped the man bridal style and dropped him at the end of the car. Kyojuro couldn’t help but think of him carrying you in such a way, even though the thought lasted a second. Lightening fast, Kyojuro ran and sliced this demon’s head off too in a singular blow. Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenitsu stood silent before shouting their praises and worship for Kyojuro, he only smiled and laughed as he knew he would make fine swordsman of the boys.
Some time later, they returned to their original seats. Inosuke laid across Zenitsu and snored loudly, while Tanjiro rested his head against Kyojuro. All four were peacefully sleeping, blissfully unaware of the true nightmare that was unfolding.
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Kyojuro’s sleep fell upon him heavily and sudden. His muscles relaxed, his eyes fell closed and his breathing slowed tremendously. Before he could process what was happening to him he began to sink, sink into an over encompassing slumber.
He could see the sun through the clear water, but the further he descended, the more the sun failed to reach him. He lost sight of the surface as bubbles rushed around him.
It was bright, the sun peaking through the window was ever so bright in the morning. Kyojuro began to stir but the bed he laid in was so comfortable, he didn’t want to leave.
‘I’m in a bed?’ He thought and then his body full awoken as he leapt to feet. He ran towards the door and snatched it open,
“Tanjiro!” He yelled, worry taking a hold of him as the slayers he was protecting couldn’t be seen.
“Kyo? Are you alright?”
The voice made him pause. He turned and that it was true. You stood before him, just as beautiful as you always were. You wore a (f/c) kimono, one that looked similar to one his mother wore. The sight alone stunned him into silence.
“You aren’t looking so well, do you need something to drink?” You asked, a look of confusion and concern spread across your face.
Kyojuro stumbled towards you, his arms extend and his fingers trembled. Once he had you in his arms his hands cupped your face, he looked at you desperately. Then he pulled you into his chest and he rested his chin on top of your head. His body shook and shuttered as sobs fell from his lips, quickly you pulled away and started drying his tears.
“Oh Kyojuro, don’t cry baby. What’s wrong?” You asked while wiping his tears and holding his face.
“I-I don’t know.” He choked in between sobs.
“I’ve just waited so long for this, I never thought it would come.” He said as he buried his head into your shoulder and squeezed you tightly. You winced and pushed back slightly,
“Careful, the baby.” You said as your hand rested gently on your growing belly.
“Baby?” Kyojuro asked.
“Um, yes…your baby Kyojuro.” You replied a bit confused.
Kyojuro dropped to his knees. Shock and amazement took over him and he instantaneously wrapped his arms around you again. His hands roamed your body feeling every curve, then he pressed his ear against your belly. Very faintly he could hear the subtle thumps of a fellow heart.
Just as quickly as the tears started before, they started again and he sobbed into your kimono.
“Kyojuro what has gotten into you? Did something happen?” You asked as you knelt down to him, you stroked his hair and held him close as he sniffled.
“I promise to be the best father I can be. I promise.” Kyojuro said still overcome by emotion.
“You already are, Kyo.” You said, and this caused him to lift his head.
“What d-” Before Kyojuro could question even further the sound of pattering feet came rushing towards him.
“Daddy!” Called two voices in unison.
He turned just in time to see two bouncing and bounding little boys headed straight for him. They each jumped and tackled but Kyojuro was fast enough to catch them. Giggling and laughter ensued as the boys tried to break free from his grasp and continue their shenanigans. Instead Kyojuro hugged them tightly. His heart was so full, seeing this truly wonderful life nearly brought him to tears again. Instead, he stood from the floor holding a boy under each arm. The boys cheered and giggled, begging him to spin them around. He obliged and as he spun the boys held out their arms, cheering once again.
Kyojuro could see the blissful smile on your face, you looked happy and content. Seeing your reaction made his heart swell with pride.
He placed the boys back on the floor and they took off outside. You giggled at the boys antics, very energetic just like their father.
Kyojuro admired you before walking and wrapping his arms around you. He held you from behind, his face resting on your shoulders and his hand placed on your belly. He sighed happily as he embraced his loving spouse and watched as his children ran wild in the yard.
“What is it, Kyo?” You asked.
“This-it’s all so beautiful, it’s like a dream.” He replied nuzzling his face into your hair. You hummed in reply as your hand reached around and cupped his face. As you did his hand met yours, he held it gently as he spun you around to face him. The softness of your eyes never failed to render him speechless. He tilted your head up with his thumb and leaned in, the kiss the two of you shared was far more wonderful than he could have ever imagined. He moved from lips and began to pepper your face and neck with quick pecks, this earned him your beautiful smile and soft giggles once more.
“Kyo, stop! Stop it, the kids are around!” You said in between laughs, but this failed to stop him, as he only continued with his attack.
“They won’t notice if we are gone for a little while.” He whispered huskily in your ear, his body shaking in anticipation to touch you.
“Let’s continue this later!” You said smacking your hands against his chest playfully.
“But what if I can’t wait till later?” He replied still kissing you, now leaving small bruises on your neck.
“Why don’t I make breakfast first, then we can discuss it, hm?” You asked and this caught his attention.
Almost on cue his stomach began to growl. He knelt in and placed a final kiss on your lips and released his grip on you. You smiled cheekily as you walked past and placed a small pat on his backside. He turned and grinned at you before returning the favor. He always loved the blush that would appear on your face afterwards.
Then the two young boys came running back into the house, each grabbed one of Kyojuro’s hands.
“Come outside! Come outside! Come outside!” They demanded and though Kyojuro wanted to stay and see just how riled up he could get you, he couldn’t deny the pleas of his own sons. Before he ran outside to join he came to you, he placed another kiss on your forehead and turned towards the door.
“It’s time to wake up, Kyojuro.” You said in a serious tone. This has caught him off guard and turned back towards you.
“What was it?” He asked, hoping he hadn’t upset you.
“Hm? Oh nothing breakfast will be ready soon.” You said accompanied by a smile.
“Oh.” He replied trying to make sense of what happened. He pushed it out of his mind and walked out to the boys.
Together the three played all sorts of games. The sound of their laughter could be heard for miles.
“Count to ten!” The boys called and Kyojuro turned to face the bark of a willow tree.
“Cover your eyes!” They called as they gingerly ran for a hiding spot. Kyojuro couldn’t help but chuckle at their silliness, as he knew it would only take him a matter of seconds to find them. Kyojuro closed his eyes and covered them with his hands, when he did he noticed the darkness seemed much more dense. It was black as night even though his hands only covered his closed eyes. Next the ground underneath him shook and sounds of a roaring horn came after.
Flashes of the train appeared in his eyes and then the image of young girl. A young girl who was some how inside his mind, he could see her wandering throughout his dream and finally disappearing behind a corner. Then the image of the same young girl attached to him by rope appeared. The horrendous stench of demon blood entered his nostrils and made him recoil in disgust. He fell to the ground and opened his eyes. Tears fell from the once again, but instead of joy being their cause, now it was sadness as he knew this was a dream.
His boys ran over to him,
“Dad!” They yelled. The commotion took you from your cooking and you came to the door.
“Kyo!” You called as you ran towards him. Kyojuro clutched the earth as helpless tears came tumbling down.
“I’ll go get you some water!” You said hastily, then you ran inside and out of sight. One boy ran with you while the other stayed at his side.
“Is it time to wake up already?” The child asked, Kyojuro turned and saw that the young face that had worn nothing but a smile now looked gravely serious. Before Kyojuro could question deeper, you interrupted,
“Here, drink this.” You said as you held a cup full of water. He took it from your hand and took a small drink. He turned and saw the worried faces the three of you wore; it left him heartbroken.
“I’m going for a walk.” He said his voice unsure and upset.
“Are you sure you don’t want to eat first breakfast is almo-” He cut you off before you said anything else.
“No, I need to go for a walk. I want the three of you to go inside.” His voice dangerously serious. Your expression changed from concern to hurt, Kyojuro’s soul ripped in half seeing you upset by his words.
You quietly ushered the children inside before closing the door behind you, Kyojuro covered his mouth so that his weeps were not heard. Quickly he ran through the gates and down the gravel path in search of the girl he saw.
Anger fueled his rage as he desperately searched for her, visions of the train and the light fading through rippling water flashed in front of him as he careless ran around what seemed to be endless turns. Tears stung his eyes as he knew he had to leave but didn’t, his heart yearned to go back and lay in your arms just one last time. Just one last time to kiss you, to hold you, and believe that this was real. Yet he knew that it wasn’t and to get back to the real you, he needed to wake up.
As he ran recklessly throughout his dream trying to escape, in reality he held the young girl that entered his mind by the throat.
She wiggled and writhed in his grasp, choking from his strong grip; It was tight enough to stop her, but not tight enough to kill her.
With a loud scream, Tanjiro awoke from his dream. His hands instinctively reached for his neck to ensure his head was still attached. He caught sight of Nezuko who looked him with confusion. Then Tanjiro noticed the others, Kyojuro held a girl up by her neck, Zenitsu and Inosuke still fast asleep. Each one attached to the other people by ropes that vaguely smelled of demon. He inspected the one at his wrist, but then he smelled a different scent. A much stronger demon’s blood; tucked away in his haori, he pulled out his ticket. When he brought it to his nose the stench was prominent and repulsive. He then knew that the earlier demons slayed on the train was not the real threat, but another. He asked that Nezuko burn the ropes on the others to, as he felt that cutting them would be wrong.
After Nezuko had released the boys from their bindings, Tanjiro desperately tried to wake them. None of which awoke.
When Kyojuro’s rope was cut he released the young girl and sat down. He still slept but his rest was far from peaceful as he ran desperately in search of a way to get out.
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Tanjiro was then met with the people that had invaded their dreams, swiftly he defeated them all; knocking them unconscious. He felt regret as he knew that the demon had promised them what they had lost or what they could never have; silently he prayed for their peace.
He turned to Nezuko and took her by the hand. Together the two ran to the end of the car, there he opened the door and much to his surprise a horrid scent filled his nostrils.
Quickly he made his way out of the car and onto the roof. There he called to Nezuko to go and wake the others. Tanjiro was then met with the demon responsible for all the carnage, he stood ready for any attack thrown his way.
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The rushing water appeared around him again, in an instant Kyojuro burst awake. He took in the scene around him, pulsating flesh oozed out of every crack and hole of the interior in the train car. Instinctively he drew his sword and began to slash the wriggling tentacles. As he did he noticed more started to form, this demon was proving to be far more difficult than the ones before. Nevertheless he calmly approached them, sword in hand.
“To think that all of this happened while I was dozing…” He uttered as he approached two more disgusting limbs.
“How could this be?” He asked himself; the previously severed tentacles rose once again.
“I’m ashamed as a Hashira.” He drew his sword once again, holding it high above his shoulders.
“If only I could crawl under a rock!” He yelled before igniting the entire car in a blazing tornado of flames. The flesh sizzled and recoiled from the burn. The move was so powerful it lifted the train from its tracks and back down again.
Kyojuro then ran and found Tanjiro, he knelt to his level. He ordered that him and Inosuke find and demolish the demon before it has a chance to harm any of the passengers. He would protect the back five cars, while Nezuko and Zenitsu would protect the rest.
In an instant, Kyojuro disappeared and ran through the cars. His speed so intense it shook the cars themselves. As he sped through, the sight of the sleeping passengers bled together, the sight of their faces blurred. Kyojuro soon found Inosuke and he gave him the same orders that he gave to Tanjiro. Afterwards he returned to the last five cars, there he slashed his way through each and every groping arm; blood soaked his sword and painted the walls around him.
As he cut through the last of the arms in the last car, terrifying sight came upon his eyes.
Sitting the front row, another arm sprung from the wall and reached for you. You laid there sleeping, head propped against the side of the chair. Your (h/c) hair undeniable.
“(Y/n)!” He called, his voice booming and full of fear. His heart clenched and his breathing hitched as the arm slinked closer towards you.
He jumped into action and not a second later, was the arm detached and flopping loosely on the floor. He turned to grab you but much to his disbelief, you were nowhere to be seen. There had not been anyone sitting in that seat, it had had only been a fiction of his imagination.
A few moments after a deafening scream rattled through the train, he turned and watched as the skin of walls squirmed in discomfort.
Then out of the corner of his eye you appeared again, he turned quickly to find nothing except another growing limb protruding from the splintering wall. He made quick work of the arm before turning, and once more he caught a glimpse of you. This time you stood at the end of the car waiting for him.
As he cut his way through and while he protected all the passengers on board he called your name,
“(Y/n)!” He yelled and just like before, he would catch the smallest bit of you before you disappeared. Each time that he went to look at your image directly he would instead see another slimy tentacle reaching out for him.
Soon he realized that where he saw you, he saw a passenger in need of saving. Therefore each time you appeared he’d follow your invisible steps and allowed you to guide him through the train cars.
He was frustrated, not only with the constant barrage of attacks but that fact he let himself sleep will there was a demon on board. People couldn’t gotten hurt, and worse-killed. He was disappointed in himself but nevertheless he continued to fight with his imagination of you guiding him. That was until he heard your voice.
“Kyojuro, catch the passengers…” Your voice spoke, gently but commanding.
Just as soon as your voice reverberated in his ears, the sounds of squeaking metal overtook your words. Next the vibrations and the wining of the train cars being derailed came.
Far faster than any human could react, he soared through car to car, scooping up passengers and carrying them to the last car. Once sure every passenger was safe, your voice arose once again,
“Hold on to something…” Your voice whispered in his ear. He didn’t think on your words, only acted. He held the passengers together as he gripped the seats in front of them. If any were to fall he would catch them.
All seemed to slow in that last second. Through the window he could see as the cars leading to his all jumped and crashed to the sides of the tracks. His was next and his body braced for impact.
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The trained soared through the air for what seemed like hours, Kyojuro desperately held the passengers together. He knew that some would be injured, but he would not allow any to die. As the cars flipped and continued to fly he saw you. This time when he turned to you, your image stayed and you did not fade. Standing beside him together the two of you held the passengers in place.
Kyojuro was star struck as he stared into your eyes, how did you know to come? Were you actually here or were you another figment of his brutal imagination. Regardless, you turned to him and smiled.
“Keep them safe…it’s not over.”
The side of the train crashed into the ground, the jarring wails of people and the cries of the train erupted as a crater was smashed into the ground from the cars. Trees were demolished, ground scraped till nothing but rock and debris were left behind. The structure of the car itself collapsed into itself and left splinter ball of rubble.
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When Kyojuro opened his eyes he was met with faces of groaning passengers, one by one he took them from the battered cars and set them nearby. He addressed their injuries and determined not a single one’s life was threatened. He smiled triumphantly as he had succeeded in keeping them safe. He left them as he went to assess the other damages and other passengers. In his heart he thanked you, even if you weren’t truly there you gave him the strength to continue on. This mission had been a bit more difficult than previously thought, but he remained un injured. When morning arrived he would help the others to the butterfly estate, and then he would return home. First he would stop and eat, then he would go back to his estate to freshen up a bit. Afterwards he would go find you wherever you may be and ask you on a proper date. The dream he had been thrusted into was the most beautiful world he could have possibly ever imagined, now he had ever intention of making it his reality.
As he walked through the wreckage he found Tanjiro lying on his back. He spoke with him and reported that all passengers were safe, all he needed to do now was rest and wait.
“Kyojuro behind you!” Your voice came to him, quickly he turned, shielding Tanjiro. His hand gripped his sword as his eyes searched through the fog.
His focused settled on figures crouched not to far away. Stripped tattoos ran up and down the assailant’s body and face.
Kyojuro sat ready, his ears waiting for your voice to arise, his eyes watching carefully for the first move.
As the smoke cleared, the figure became visible now. Squatted on both legs, the individual sat ready with in hand on the ground and the other propped on his thigh. Unruly pink hair sprouted from his head and chiseled muscles covered his chest to his arms. Most terrifyingly his eyes read,
‘Upper three.’
Kyojuro knew this is what you had meant by it not being over. He was foolish to let his guard down so easily.
Before anything could be said the demon jumped from his position with the intent to kill, but before he could reach Tanjiro, Kyojuro’s blade sliced clean through the demon’s arm.
The demon jumped back and bounded backwards, his arm instantly regenerated as if it had never sustained an injury.
“That’s a fine sword.” Spoke the stripped man as he licked the blood from his previous cut.
Kyojuro remained silent as his mind pondered the individual in-front of him.
‘He sure can regenerate fast. This heavy and overwhelming demon aura…So, this is an Upper Rank.’
Then Kyojuro spoke,
“I can’t understand why you’d go after a wounded person first.” Kyojuro stood before Tanjiro, he was willing to lose his life if it meant he’d keep him safe.
“He could get in the way of the chitchat…of you and me.” The demon replied, his piercing eyes still gazing upon a struggling Tanjiro.
“What would you and I have to talk about?” Asked Kyojuro.
“I’m meeting you now for the first time, but I already dislike you.” He said with a bit of venom in his voice.
“Is that right? Well, I loathe weak humans, too. The sight of a weakling makes my skin crawl.” The demon said.
“Then, it looks like our senses of value are completely different.” Kyojuro replied shortly, blade in hand.
“All right, then I have a brilliant proposal for you. Why don’t you become a demon, too?” He asked.
“I will not.” Kyojuro’s fixed upon him, not an ounce of emotion was shown on his face.
“I can tell your strength at a glance. You’re a Hashira, aren’t you? Your fighting spirit has been honed to the hilt. It’s close to the realm of the highest.”
The air grew more and more tense as they continued.
“I’m the Flame Hashira, Kyojuro Rengoku.” His eyes stayed steady and his face never faltered.
“I’m Akaza. Kyojuro…Let me tell you why you can’t enter the realm of the highest. Because you’re a human. Because you’re going to grow old. Because you’re going to die. Become a demon, Kyojuro. Do that, and you can go on training for a hundred, for two hundred years. You can become stronger.” Akaza taunted, extending his hand to Kyojuro.
As Kyojuro stared forward he pondered Akaza’s request. It repulsed him and the idea of living in that eternity seemed more like hell than anything else he could have imagined. To live a life in the darkness of night, reaping the souls of the innocent to fuel his own arrogant need to be stronger-to be powerful. The thought alone wrenched his heart, even more evil, he thought, would be to live a life away from you. To live without you, that would truly be hell.
“Both growing old and dying are part of the beauty of being an ephemeral creature like a human. The fact that we grow old and die is what makes human life so unbearably precious and noble. Strength isn’t a word used to describe just the body. This boy isn’t weak! Don’t insult him. I’ll repeat it as many times as it takes. You and I have different senses of value.” Kyojuro spoke, his stance just as strong and determined as his voice.
“No matter what the reason, I will not become a demon!” He finished, his hands gripping the handle of his katana tightly.
“I see.” Akaza said before slamming his hand into the ground and shattering the Earth. Around him a glowing red snowflake appeared on the ground.
“Technique Development…Destructive Death…Compass Needle!” He exclaimed, his voice gruff and full of anticipation. Red light changed to blue as Akaza prepared to make his first assault.
Kyojuro stood ready, although his heart trembled he did not show it. He knew this battle that was about to unfold would be brutal and bloody.
“If you refuse to become a demon, I’ll kill you.” Akaza’s words angered Kyojuro. He spoke so confidently as if this fight were going to be an easy one, he would soon learn the full extent of a mere human’s strength.
Faster than any demon he had encountered before, Akaza charged at him. Kyojuro held his sword ready, and as his fist blew past his face with alarming speed all that could be heard was the powerful blows being absorbed by his blade.
The battle was on, flashes of blue and orange illuminated their dance as Akaza sent flying punches and Kyojuro blocked every one with his flaming katana. Dust swirled around them, only small sparks and fiery slashes pin pointed their location. Tanjiro kneeled some distance away and watched in fear as Kyojuro ruthlessly fought.
‘I can’t lose. I have to keep fighting, I have to protect the others.’ Kyojuro’s mind spoke as he delivered swing after swing and block after block.
‘No I won’t, I won’t lose. I won’t lose, I have to win for-’ His mind stopped, through his conflicted thoughts you appeared. You were how you always were. Eager, determined, bright. Your smile was as warm as ever, your laugh as joyful as ever. How wonderful you really were never failed to amaze him.
“Kyo!” You called, your arms extended out to him as you reached for a hug. For a split second he almost lowered his weapon but then the constant barrage of attacks brought him back into reality.
“There were never any Flames among all the Hashira I’ve killed until now.” Akaza jeered, his fist perpetually being stopped by Kyojuro’s weapon.
“And no one every took me up on my offer either.”
In a split second, Kyojuro swung his sword directly into Akaza’s wrist.
“Why do you think that is?” Akaza asked, as if they were only chatting and not in the midst of a gruesome fight.
“As a fellow martial artist, I just don’t get it. Not when only the chosen ones can become demons!” Akaza continued to taunt, but only a moment later did Kyojuro slice Akaza clean off.
It regenerated instantly and he threw another punch at Kyojuro. It was caught once again by the hilt of his sword.
“Watching the hideous decline of someone blessed with extraordinary powers…it pains me, I can’t bear it! Die, Kyojuro…While you’re still young and strong.” Kyojuro had effectively stopped his blow from landing, but together their strength were far too strong. They now stood face to face.
Kyojuro swung his blade between them, beautiful flames scorched the edge and threatened to slice through Akaza’s skin.
Akaza jumped back, his agility unmatched by any other.
“Destructive Death…Air Type.” He announced as his fist charged with the power of his blood demon art. But the blow was not a physical one, rather a forceful blow of energy. Kyojuro quickly looked around him before the invisible strike hit his katana, it was so powerful that it made him flinch and slide on the loose ground.
He ducked and watched carefully as Akaza unloaded onto him another wave of attacks.
‘I see.’ He thought to himself as he analyzed his form.
“Flame Breathing…Fourth Form..Blooming Flame Undulation!” Kyojuro cried, he swung his sword up and as he did a cascade of yellow flames erupted from his katana. The fire stopped the air attacks from reaching him, he watched with determination as they steadily fell into the flames.
‘When he strikes the air with his fist, the attack will reach me here!’
Swing after swing Kyojuro effectively stopped each of Akaza’s air strikes, surrounded by the cover of blazing fire, Kyojuro felt his heart start to ignite. With each blink of his eye, your face was all that he could see. Your beauty, your body, your smile, your laugh, it was all needed before and it was all he needed now. He decided then that he would make it home to you, even if it were the last thing he did.
‘He can move faster than the blink of an eye’ Kyojuro thought.
Then Akaza returned to the ground, they stood apart from each other and smoke filled the space around them.
‘If I allow him to fight from a distance like this, slicing his head off will be tricky. In that case…’ Kyojuro lowered himself, in a spiral of blazing fire he rocketed forward. Before Akaza knew what had happened Kyojuro was a mere few inches away.
‘I’ll just have to get up close!’ His sword was drawn wielded faster than light. Only narrowly did Akaza dodge his cut.
“This superb reaction speed of yours..” Akaza said in astonishment of Kyojuro’s speed. His words were interrupted as another fiery blow whistled past him.
Now Kyojuro was more determined than he had ever been before in his life, it was seen in his terribly intense swings and the screams of his voice. Together the two fought impossibly fast and extremely hard. Their moves were indistinguishable as they were far too powerful to be seen by the naked eye.
“And these breathtaking sword skills will be lost, too…Kyojuro! Doesn’t that make you sad?” Akaza asked, defending Kyojuro attacks and propelling his own.
“It happens to everyone!” Kyojuro replied, blazing light encircled them both.
“It’s a fact of life for any human!” He cried, then the sound of Tanjiro struggling caught his attention.
“Stay where you are! If that wound reopens, it’ll be fatal! Stand back! That’s an order!” He yelled behind him. Inosuke and Tanjiro stopped in their tracks and watched hopelessly from the sidelines.
Again Akaza surged forward and sneered,
“Don’t bother with that weakling, Kyojuro! Come on, give me your best shot!”
Now the battle was becoming even more gruesome, Akaza challenging Kyojuro for more.
He soared towards him sword held high behind him, his eyes fixed on his neck.
He missed but not before his foot landed in the center of his chest sending Akaza flying into the forest surrounding the train tracks. Kyojuro gave chase and pursued him like a starving coyote trails an injured rabbit.
As he charged forward through the trees Akaza sprung from behind an oak and exclaimed,
“Nice moves!”
This startled, Kyojuro but only for a moment as the two engaged in their fight once again. A second of hesitation proved unfortunate for Kyojuro as Akaza too struck his with his foot and sent him soaring back out of the forest and into the clearing. He landed with a horrible crash and dirt coated the air from his impact.
Inosuke and Tanjiro called out for him, but their pleas fell upon deaf ears. The only thing Kyojuro could see was that of the encasing dust and the voice of Akaza.
“Turn into a demon, Kyojuro.” Akaza said cooly as he exited the woods.
Kyojuro steady himself on his sword, the kick along with the crash had been cruel. His body now ached as bones were broken and badly bruised.
“Fight me forever and get stronger together with me.” Akaza offered.
Kyojuro remained silent. He stay kneeling his weight held by his katana as his chest heaved.
‘Am I going to fail?’ His mind asked, as his body had long reached it’s limit. He could feel himself faltering and fading.
“You have what it takes to do that!” Akaza called to him.
The beating of his heart slowed as his body began to rest, surely now he was bleeding internally and it wouldn’t be long before he could no longer fight.
‘Is this how I am going to die…’Kyojuro thought again. His heavy breathing continued until something stopped him entirely.
“Kyojuro…keep fighting Kyojuro!”
Your voice. He heard it again.
“Keep going!”
“Get up!”
“Kyojuro, please!” Your voice urged.
His nerves began to tingle and his began pumping faster. He pressed his weight into his sword as he started to stand. Your words filled his soul and his fighting spirit was ignited once more.
“I’ll pass! Let me repeat it. I don’t like you! I will not become a demon!” He yelled to Akaza. He stood now with fury and rage fueling his strength. No more was he to think of dying here, he would live to see another day. Another day he would spend with you.
He surged into the air,
“Flame Breathing…Third Form…Blazing Universe!” He came down upon Akaza’s head, flames consumed them both.
“Magnificent! That’s sensational!” Akaza adored while blood spurted from his body.
“Destructive Death…Air Type!” He countered while charging head first.
Kyojuro blocked the first blow and it threw him back, to which he regained his footing and ran towards him, sword high above his shoulders.
“Keep fighting!” You echoed.
Kyojuro cut and slashed
“Keep going!”
He swung again.
“Please Kyojuro!”
Fire enveloped his blade. A punch flew past his head a few inches away, yet he swung again and the slash was caught on Akaza’s forearm.
“You still don’t get it? That if you continue attacking, you’re just getting closer to death, Kyojuro?” Akaza yelled, becoming frustrated with him.
“Don’t give in!” You voice called out through the sea of battle.
Although he knew, your voice was only heard by him. The voice that he knew his mind had conjured, he could feel your presence. Miles away you slept alone in bed but still your aura guided him. It pushed him to fight.
With a guttural scream, Kyojuro fought with all his might. His body was failing and his reflexes became slower but still he pushed. You pushed.
Blood now poured from his head and seeped into his eye.
“Flame Breathing, First Form…Unknowing Fire!” His massively strong attack severed both arms from Akaza’s body, almost as fast as they had been sliced off did they regrow.
“It would be a shame to kill you now! You haven’t reached your physical peak yet!” Rambled Akaza as he threw punch after punch, each were blocked or redirected by Kyojuro’s quick movements. But he wasn’t fast enough as a devastating blow hit him in abdomen, the force of Akaza’s punch so powerful it crunched every rib on his right side.
Kyojuro gasped and stumbled back, this stopped him for a moment as he drew his sword back.
“Second Form…Rising Scorching Sun!” Kyojuro swung his sword upwards and Akaza shielded his face from the flames. Blood could be seen leaking through his shirt.
Akaza jumped back and continued his assault on Kyojuro battered frame.
“In a year or two, you’ll have polished your skills even more, and you’ll have greater precision!”
Another blow landed on Kyojuro’s face, this time shattering his skull and cheek. He staggered backwards, his left eye clamped shut from the blood. He ran towards Akaza, his mind now occupied with every intent to kill.
“Third Form…Blazing Universe!” Kyojuro screamed, his voice rough and coarse.
“Fourth Form…Blooming Flame Undulation!”
His constant pain mixed with fear powered his attacks, one after the other the battle grounds became a roaring wildfire. Both were at their limits, now was time for the final brawl.
“Destructive Death…”
“Fifth Form…Flame Tiger!”
“Disorder!”
Together the two surged towards each other colliding in a magnificent explosion of blue and red. In an instant Kyojuro sliced the arm of Akaza, he fell back and to the ground.
The battlefield became quiet as blood dripped from Kyojuro’s wounds. All that could be heard was that of his ragged breathing and the thumping of his heart.
Akaza stood and faced Kyojuro, he could see the desperation in his eyes, he was not far from collapse.
“Let’s fight more.” Akaza said while he stared at Kyojuro blankly.
“Don’t die on me, Kyojuro.” He spoke, but Kyojuro stood still. His breathing weak and forceful, the crushed ribs caused him immense pain as he drew each breath in and push each one out.
‘I…I don’t know if I can continue’
‘I don’t know if I will live’
“Kyojuro!” Your voice sounded as if it were miles away.
‘I don’t know if I can make it’
“Kyojuro!” You yelled closer now.
‘How can I keep on fighting?’
“Kyojuro!” You called from right infront of him.
His eyes shot open to see yours, your face worried and anguished. Your hands reached out and gripped his shoulders, he could see tears falling from your eyes.
“Kyojuro you have to keep going no matter how hard it gets, you have to keep fighting!” You ordered him, he could feel your desperation.
‘But what if I can’t?’ His mind questioned weakly.
“You have no choice, you have to. Keep going, don’t stop just because you are weak. Set your heart ablaze, Kyojuro!” He could see your face clear as day, the tears poured from your eyes as you begged him to fight.
‘I will fulfill my duty.’
As he opened his eyes, he knew that you would be gone. He mustered all the strength he had left, pulling his last remaining power from the tips of his toes to the ends of his hair.
“Even if you fight to the death, you can’t win, Kyojuro. Those impressive slashes you inflicted on me have already healed completely. But what about you? A smashed left eye, shattered ribs, and damaged internal organs…All irreparable. If you were a demon, you’d heal in the blink of an eye. Those would be mere scratches for a demon. You can struggle all you want, but a human can never beat a demon.” Akaza spoke watching as Kyojuro struggled to breathe. All had went silently and air became heavy with the feeling of dread.
Suddenly Kyojuro burst into flames, his hair and haori danced among the fire, this was the true power of a Hashira.
“Kyojuro, why…” Akaza watched in astonishment.
“I…”Kyojuro raised his weapon and assumed his stance.
“I will fulfill my duty! I will not allow anyone here to die!” His words were stone and his blade the law. Then and there he made a promise to himself that he would protect the innocent and return home. No one was going to stand in his way.
‘I’ll damage his body as much as I can in an instant!’
“Flame Breathing…” He lowered his stance.
“Esoteric Art!”
The raging fire around him spread to the far corners of the clearing. Akaza shivered as he saw Kyojuro’s true power.
“What a tremendous fighting spirit! Amazing aura despite all those injuries! That mental strength!” A sinister grin spread across Akaza’s face.
“That airtight stance! You have to become a demon, after all, Kyojuro! Let’s fight each other for all eternity!” Akaza could no longer contain his excitement, smiled enthusiastically as he watched in awe, marveling at Kyojuro’s strength.
Still encompassed in fire, using every fiber of his being he remembered your words.
“Set your heart ablaze. Go beyond your limits! I’m am the Flame Hashira…Kyojuro Rengoku!” Inside him fire rushed through his veins into nerves and throughout his muscles.
“Ninth Form…Rengoku!”
“Destructive Death…Annihilation Type!”
Kyojuro engaged his final form, his feet planted into the ground causing it crumble beneath him, a rising ball of fire surrounded his body. He surged forward with all his power, the most tremendous flaming trail followed him. His strength, combined with his spirit made him appear like a meteor making its way to the Earth. The tip of this rushing attack turned into the head of a mighty dragon, it screeched and took flight towards Akaza. Together they collided into an explosion of white light that caused the surrounding area to crumple and burn. Then a roaring tornado of flame and light erupted around them, inside Kyojuro sliced through Akaza’s arm all the way to the shoulder. He removed his sword and swung it down for the final blow. It cut through his neck before Akaza slammed his fist into the blade causing it to change courses and slice through his body. But as he held it inside of him, Kyojuro twisted the blade and drug it back through Akaza. As he did the flames grew stronger, Akaza’s face turned from ecstatic to terrified in the matter of milliseconds. He titled his blade up and sliced through his head, before it could regenerate he swung it back down again this time into the his throat.
He was spent, he no longer had any strength left to use. Pushed and the blade inched through, slowly cutting through Akaza’s flesh. Flashes of you, his future children, the peaceful life you two would once live. He pushed further, now he pushed with all that he had left. With one more intense howl, he severed Akaza’s head from his body.
The bellowing storm of fire dissipated, Akaza lay on the ground, his skin beginning to whither and turn into ash. Kyojuro stood motionless as he breathlessly watched Akaza decay, blood poured from his wounds and with each breath, splintered bones shredded his insides.
He had done it. He had won.
But now as he stood amongst the smoke in an empty battlefield, he could feel his body failing. The sounds of voices became muffled, his vision faded, and his muscles gave in. Kyojuro dropped to his knees, the early rays of sunlight shone across him.
“Rengokusan!” He heard called, the sound muffled and seemed far, far, away.
“Rengokusan!” His vision worse now, all he could see was the blurry landscape ahead of him.
“Rengokusan!” Skin drenched in blood, it pooled by his knees.
His last sight, before all had disappeared was a silhouette in the distance. Kyojuro reached his hand out, as if maybe he could touch them.
His breathing slowed even more now, the gushing of his injuries continued.
The sounds of approaching footsteps became louder and desperate calls for increased.
He extended his hand even further; darkness surrounded him.
“(Y/n)…”
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A day had passed since Kyojuro’s mission. You received word that morning that although, there had not been a single casualty, Kyojuro was nearly killed. The news of this stunned you, so much so you almost fainted. The idea of Kyojuro being on death’s door sent shock throughout your body. He had fought an upper rank demon, but he just narrowly defeated them, was this the true power of an upper rank? What would have happened if you had been the one to cross path with them? You knew the answer, and it terrified you. Kyojuro was the strongest person you knew, aside from Gyomie, but still if an upper rank could be so ferocious that they almost killed Kyojuro surely you would have never stood a chance.
Immediately you gathered your things and made your way the butterfly estate. All the while you worried that when you arrived you’d be informed that he had passed. Once there you were meet with the nurses, they denied your request to see him, much like they had done to Kyojuro when he came to see you. And though their refusal angered you, you remained calm.
“I’ll wait here all month if I have to, but I’m not leaving. If Kyojuro doesn’t recover, I’d at least like to say goodbye.” You said, your voice serious and unwavering. Just as you had Shinobu appeared from one of the rooms, once she caught sight of you she came and grabbed your hand. Her grip was strong and grave, she knew the full extent of his injuries and she knew that his death was a very real possibility. Together, she led you to his room, but before she opened the door, she embraced you. Her hug was sincere, as she knew what it was like to lose someone so close. She pulled away and left you alone outside the door, calmly you opened it and stepped inside.
His condition was far worse than you could have ever imagined. If weren’t for the fact you could hear the weak thumping of his heart and his frail breaths, you would have thought a dead man laid in front of you. You observed his body, it was mangled beyond repair. Slashes, open wounds, burns, bruises, tears, all littered his body. The worst of all was his abdomen, so terribly battered his skin was entirely black and blue. Dried streams of blood caked his fingers and hair, his poor face swollen; held together by virtually a hundred staples and sutures. He did not look like Kyojuro, but you knew he was.
Tears welled in your eyes as you stepped near him and gazed upon his face once more. Wrapped almost in entirely in bandages, you took notice of his left eye. The skin around it was sunken, the bandages seemed to sink into the socket itself, it was then you realized it was no longer there. He would never be the same but he was still your friend, and you promised him there that you would stay by his side, just as he did for you. Before now you had been nervous, possibly scared of Kyojuro because of the thoughts you had of him. But all those concerns and fears disappeared as you looked upon him now.
You leaned down and combed his wild hair back that exposed the top of his forehead, gently you placed a small kiss on him and whispered.
“Rest well Kyo, I’ll be here.”
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Several days passed before Kyojuro gave any sign of recovery. Only the sounds of his shallow breathing and the occasional nurse to kept you company. Though one morning, after you had awoken and returned from a run did you notice the first sign. You entered the room much like you had the previous days, you’d wake and take Kyojuro’s vitals, then once you were sure he’d be alright you’d leave his room and spend an hour or two running. This gave him privacy as the nurse would come in to change his bandages and wash him. Once you returned you walked in and set your stuff on the floor next to your mat that laid folded up. When you did a small groan escaped Kyojuro’s lips. Quickly you turned and rushed towards him and watched. Then to your amazement another groan was heard.
“Kyojuro?” You asked, anticipating the sound of his voice. But nothing came.
You took your spot next to him and held his hand as you usually did. You never realized how often you would spend chasing the sound of his laughter. Once again the tears arose in your eyes, and you gripped his hand lightly as you leaned your head against the wall.
“I never knew how much I’d miss your voice.” You said just above a whisper. Quietly you waited for a response, and you did you felt his hand in your constrict. He had squeezed your hand, but only for second till it returned to its limp state.
You gasped and smiled, hastily you ran to Shinobu to tell her. Outside his door you jumped and talked to her excitedly.
“I’m serious, first he groaned and then he squeezed my hand, I felt It, I felt it!” You exclaimed all without realizing that inside Kyojuro heard every word. A very frail grin graced his lips.
Kyojuro had heard you this entire time, even if it were only fragments of conversations he caught as he faded in and out of consciousness. But now he heard you clearly and lingered on your every word. He felt the gentle touches you gifted him, the way you so carefully took his pulse, the way you changed his bandages and dressed his wounds. Even more so, the way you held his hand so often and the kiss you planted on his head. He was in terrible, immense pain, but not that of his wounds, it was because he couldn’t return the favor. Night after night and day after day he listened patiently and took in everything. You talked of many things and asked him questions, one night you were even so brave as to mention the ghost that resides in your home. If Kyojuro could he would have chuckled as he knew then that you had heard him inside your home. Somehow though, this made him love you even more, your naivety was adorable.
He knew soon he would be strong enough to speak, and when he was able to he’d tell what has weighed heavy on his mind for so long. But things had changed, since his battle against Akaza and the train his mind had opened. The visions of you, the dream of the future you’d share together, it all brought him to an amazing epiphany.
When he awoke he’d ask your hand in marriage, and when he fully recovered the two of you could share a small ceremony to commemorate your bonding. Then you’d move in together and you could retire from the slayer corps. You could then spend your days alongside Senjuro, perhaps then you would learn some of the nurturing skills that were required of a mother. Of course, it wouldn’t be long before you became one after the two of you wed. Kyojuro would make sure of that.
The life he only experienced for such a brief moment while under the spell of a demon was that of what he truly desired. He now felt that it was his destiny, and he knew that you felt the same. Why else would you spend your days by his side caring for him, talking with him, wishing him well every chance you got. This was surely love, and the most rarest of all, true love.
He lay there peacefully waiting for your return, he wanted nothing more than to hear the excitement in your voice when you regaled to him the events of your morning workout.
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Day after day, Kyojuro slowly but surely started to recover. The groans grew into muttered words, and then fragments of sentences. Soon he was talking clearly although his voice was rather raspy. His squeezing of your hand changed to the movement of all four limbs, now he could sit up and help with his bandage changes.
His progress was awe-inspiring, he had come so far in such a little time it made your fill with joy.
Now that he was doing better, you were gone for longer. You’d spend hours everyday training on the grounds of the estate, and when you finished in the evening you’d return to Kyojuro.
The sun had begun to set and once again you gazed into the endless sky of orange and pink. Each time you couldn’t help but think how lucky you were to be alive in a place so beautiful, incredibly blessed to observe the raw power and gloriousness of the world. You watched the horizon for just a bit long before sheathing your sword and stepping back inside of the facilities.
The nurses had grown accustomed to your presence, in fact you had made several new friends. One of which being a young girl named Aoi. She was blunt and feisty, but you enjoyed that as her personality reminded you a bit of someone you knew in the past. Oftentimes the two of could be found talking outside or in the halls about Kyojuro’s condition. More recently you had begun talking about regular things such as life and plans for the future. Aoi seemed somewhat content working as a nurse, but deep down you could see that heart weighed heavy with the thoughts of her final selection. She was scared and she believed that she only managed to survive by luck alone. Then again something about her yearned for battle, to prove herself wrong. Internally you decided that once you became a Hashira, you would ask if she would like to be your Tsugoku. You’d hope that she would, therefore you could help overcome her fears and be a person she was proud of. If she didn’t you would understand because at one time, you had been in the same position as she.
You walked through the corridors, waving at the girls as you passed by. Some of which spoke to you, while others simply smiled and waved. You arrived to the door of Kyojuro’s room, carefully you listened in and knocked on the door.
“Come in.” Kyojuro’s voice rang from the other side, it was gruff but you knew his words were filled with kindness.
You slid the door open and stepped inside, you felt it polite to knock before you entered as Kyojuro was now more than capable of changing his clothes and you thought it would be best that you gave him his privacy.
“How are you feeling?” You asked setting your things on the floor.
“Much better now that you are back.” He chimed as he sat up in bed reading one of the books you had brought him. You couldn’t help but smile at his words, always so cheerful and happy. You envied his positive disposition.
“How was your training?” He asked, closing his book and turning his attention towards you. You walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.
“It went well, I can tell I’m getting faster. Maybe I’ll be fast enough to beat you one day, huh?” You asked playfully patting his leg. Kyojuro smiled and laughed a bit.
“You could beat me now!” He yelled, his voice full of joy and laughter. His personal jeer made you giggle as although he had come very close to death, he acted like nothing happened at all.
After a short time of laughing and joking, the sound of your stomach rumbling caused you to stop.
“Have you eaten yet? I’m starting to get hungry.” You said and Kyojuro replied,
“Not yet, I was waiting to eat with you.”
You smiled and stood up from the bed, his kind words melted your heart. Your mind pondered how someone could be so incredibly caring, in the same moment Kyojuro thought the same of you.
“I’ll go grab us something, anything in particu-” Your words were stopped as the door was opened. It was Aoi and she seemed rather frantic.
“Aoi,is everything alright?” You asked growing more concerned.
“Your crow, it’s outside calling for you, it’s an urgent.”
Without thinking, you pulled on your haori and took up your katana. You turned to Kyojuro and walked towards him.
“I’m sorry, Kyojuro. I’ll be back soon, don’t over do it, okay?” You said as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He remained silent as he rested his head on your shoulder. You knew this had hurt him, you could feel the disappointment hanging in the air. You broke away from and started towards the door, as you did you turned and looked at him one last time. Sadness filled his eye, and his posture slouched, it did break your heart seeing him upset. He appeared even more pitiful as his arms, face, and torso were still wrapped in bandages, his wounds not completely healed. You smiled at him and sighed, swiftly you closed the door behind you and followed Aoi outside.
“Northeast-head northeast!” Your crow squawked as he circled above.
You turned to Aoi who stood not far from you.
“Thank you, I’ll be back soon, keep an eye on Kyojuro and make sure he doesn’t get into too much trouble.” You said jokingly, but the look on Aoi’s face was serious. She had taken what you said to heart and intended to follow through with your orders. She nodded in reply and watched as you began to start your mission.
The sudden sound of thuds and yells stopped you in your tracks, quickly you turned back. In the shadows against the paper doors you saw a figure walking through the halls of the estate trailed by the sound of frantic voices.
Pieces of words were caught by your ears, they seemed to be of concerned cries.
“Rengokusan! Not yet you are still injured!” The voices called from inside. Realizing that Kyojuro had risen out of bed and was making his way outside, you ran to greet him and usher him back into bed. That was until he stepped out onto the engawa, and what you saw frightened you beyond compare.
Three young nurses followed him, they desperately pleaded that he returned to bed but Kyojuro didn’t respond, he only stepped closer to you. As he did the wrappings around his abdomen began to slip and fall, revealing horrible wounds. As they were not healed entirely, each step he made caused the scars to rip open once more. His blood poured from the tears, his bandages fell from him and landed on the ground beside him. The skin underneath remained just as bruised and grotesque as it did when first arrived, the scene was gut wrenching; your hands covered your mouth as you watched in horror as your mangled friend approached you.
He stopped some distance away, his chest heaved and his breathing was struggled.
“Kyo..” You said still in shock by his performance, it left you scrambling as what to do next. Never had you thought he would have followed, not in this condition.
“You aren’t…going…anywhere.” He muttered, his face serious and awful. Blood continued to leak from his wounds, it dripped down his pale skin and onto the soft grass below.
All was quiet, neither you, the nurses, or Aoi spoke, instead every eye was in Kyojuro as he breathless stood waiting for your next move.
Your mind had frozen, this all seemed like a dream, not real, not happening, not at all. You thought maybe you’d awake leaned against Kyojuro’s bed in a cold sweat. Surely this wasn’t reality, surely he wasn’t demanding that you stay regardless of the mission.
“Kyojuro, what are you saying?” You asked, but Kyojuro did not answer instead he stepped towards you again, but before he got any closer Aoi stepped in-between the two of you. She stood in front of you, arms extended out to her side to shield you.
“Rengokusan, you have to get back inside now!” She demanded, her voice full of anger and her hands trembling.
Very calmly Kyojuro removed the last of his bandages, his upper half naked and saturated in blood. Lastly he removed the ones covering his eye, underneath showed his shredded face. The socket swollen and dripping. He threw the wrappings on the ground and looked at you. The horror of it all made you audibly gasp. Confusion, disgust, sympathy, and rage all boiled inside you.
‘What on Earth is he doing?!’ You questioned yourself.
Your hand rested on the handle of your katana, a terrible decision would have to be made if he continued even further.
Not a second later, did he surge forward. In a flash he grabbed Aoi by the arm and threw her to the side, the nurses screamed and ran towards her. You saw that he was coming for you next, instinctively you unsheathed your sword and held it in front of you. He was upon you before you had time to negotiate, you hesitated because as he ran towards you couldn’t dare stab the blade in him. You watched as it seemed to unfold in front of you in slow motion, Aoi struggling off the ground, the young girls running to her side, and Kyojuro towering above you. Only a few inches apart, he stared down at you while you shook in fear. He raised his arm and struck your sword from your hands with a hard hit of his forearm against it. You started to back away from him but he stayed right on top of you. Fear turned your veins into ice and you began to remember the all too familiar feeling dread that washed over you when you thought of him before.
“Kyojuro…” You said as you looked at him in terror, his face drenched in crimson, his remaining eye wide open and vicious grin spread across his lips. His hands grabbed the sides of your arms, the gripped tightly and feeling of welts developed where his fingers sunk into your skin.
“You aren’t leaving, I can’t afford to lose you. You need to be protected, you are careless and clumsy. Someone could easily hurt you, but I won’t allow that. No you will stay by my side forever. Until death do us part.” Kyojuro spoke, although he smiled the sound of his voice was sincere. He meant the words he said and there would be no way of escaping him, not now as he watched your every move and held you so tightly. He let go of your arms and wrapped them around your body, his embrace suffocating. He rested his chin on your head and his hand gently stroked your hair as he held your face into his chest. He sighed deeply and you could feel his blood soaking into your clothes. Quivering and shuttering you took in shaky breaths, your wide eyes searched around for a way of escape. Kyojuro shushed you as he felt your tremors, yet his calm voice did nothing to reassure you. Kyojuro’s hands moved from back and onto your arms once again, he held you away from him and he started deeply into your eyes.
“(Y/n), don’t you get it? We were meant for each other. You love me just as much as I love you, together we will have such a beautiful life, can’t you see that? No maybe you don’t understand right now, but you will. I saw it, you were happy, we were happy. In my dream on the train, we were married and had two wonderful sons! But most of all you were there, you were there on the train. You helped me save the passengers and defeat Akaza. Your love protected me during the mission, and when I came here, you stayed with me all this time! You do love me, I knew you always had! Together we will leave and we will go back to my father’s estate, I know it’s very soon but we will get married and start our life together! Doesn’t that sound wonderful? There you will be safe and I can protect you. You won’t ever have to worry about anything again! No more slaying demons or trying to become a Hashira. Not when you have me.” Kyojuro said, the words from his mouth held desperation. It seemed as if he was trying to convince himself more than he was you. You watched him and saw the strained look upon his face, he searched you for any type of positive reaction. He wanted you to agree, he wanted you to jump in his arms and run away with him into the moonlight but instead all he found was terror. He could feel how fast your blood was pumping, he knew he scared you, but he couldn’t give up now. You’d learn to accept him, learn to love him and cherish him. He knew that you already did, it was only a matter of getting your forgiveness for frightening you so bad that would be tricky. Perhaps, cuddling together would help, or maybe going out on a date. Surely you would forgive him then, especially when you saw how utterly loving he could be.
‘Yes, I’ll just have to earn her forgiveness and trust again.’ He thought to himself as he looked down at you. A stream of tears began to roll down your cheeks.
Carefully, he brought you back into his chest. This evening he knew would be the worst, as you would reject him at first but he hoped later you would find comfort in him. It would be a long and strenuous journey but eventually you would be his entirely; heart and soul.
While Kyojuro hugged you so tightly, you sought out a way to escape. If you were quick enough, you could knock him unconscious and bring him back into his room. There he could be examined once again as you were sure he was having a psychotic break. The strain of battle had put him under tremendous pressure, not to mention faced with your own mortality can cause someone to go over the edge. And that’s just what you thought had happened, he was just confused and needed to lie down. He needed rest, his physical wounds along with his apparent mental wounds had not quite healed. Your best chance now was too agree with him, from there you could determine your next plan of action.
You embraced him back, and he melted into your touch. The heaviest of sighs escaped his lips and leaned in you for more, you had not the slightest clue as to how long he truly had waited for this. As you held him, your next goal was to inform the nurses as to what you were doing.
Over his shoulder you caught glimpse of Aoi, and when you saw what it was that she was doing your heart began to race.
Stealthily, she crept across the lawn and retrieved your sword. Kyojuro had not noticed as he had been focused on you. You watched wide eyed as she slowly stood from the ground, katana in hand. You wanted so badly to stop her, but she raised the sword above her head and began to run towards Kyojuro.
Quickly you broke from Kyojuro’s grasp, pushing him back with your palms. His face was distraught till he realized what you were doing. As you shoved him out of the way your ran before Aoi and held your hands up to block her attack.
“Wait!” You screamed, standing in between the two of them. Kyojuro walked up behind you but you stopped him with your arm.
“Just wait a second, okay?” You said Aoi, she stared at you confused as you turned back towards Kyojuro.
“Yes, Kyojuro let’s go back home, and when we get there we will discuss getting married, okay?” You asked him, at first he had not reacted and only looked at you. But before anything else could be said, his hands hastily gripped your face and smashed his lips into yours. The kiss was passionate and hungry, he groaned as he felt your hand reach up and cup his face. You broke away from the kiss but still held his face close to yours.
“Before we leave, I need to get your stuff and talk with the nurse, alright?” You asked, your voice gentle and calm. He shook his head and his eye never left you. You smiled and placed a small kiss on his forehead before saying,
“Can you stay here for just a second, I’ll go grab your stuff and then we can leave.” And he quietly obliged, he now acted as if he were a small child and not the strongest person in the entire estate. If he wanted he could slaughter everyone and take you hostage, but instead he agreed. He stood calmly and seem to almost sway with excitement, his face bore a cheerful grin that indeed lifted your spirits.
‘He just struggling, right now, soon he will be back to normal. In fact I doubt he will remember any of this tomorrow.’ You thought to yourself as you smiled at him once again and walked to Aoi. Once next to her you pulled her beside you and whispered,
“Kyojuro, isn’t doing well right now. I think the stress along with how traumatic the fight was is causing him some serious distress. I’m going to take him home for this evening and maybe tomorrow he will be willing to come back. He far too strong to be taken by force, none of would ever be able to get a sedative in him. Tell Shinobu what is going on and tell her to meet me at the Rengoku estate tomorrow, there we see what we can do. As of now, I’ll go back inside and grab a couple of our things, maybe some supplies to dress his wounds as well. Watch him and if he tries anything call me and I’ll be out here to handle it.” You said to her and she nodded, as you walked from her, past the nurse, and inside she watched as you cautiously walked in and gave a small glance towards Kyojuro. He stood facing the wind, enjoying the cool night summer breeze. Aoi turned to him and observed him carefully, she wasn’t aware of his strength but she knew better than to confront him. Nervously she payed close attention to his every move, Kyojuro hadn’t really seemed care. His mind was occupied with the realization that everything had gone according to plan, you accepted his proposal, and now the two of you were going home. He was easily the happiest he had ever been.
Not long after, you appeared from inside the building. In your hands you carried his clothes, his personal belongings, both of your katanas, and a bag filled with medical supplies. You made you way to him and he held out his elbow. You interlocked arms and started to walk towards the front gates. You turned to Aoi, and nodded. She returned the gesture, you watched he and saw that as you cleared the gates she began to search for Shinobu. The three nurses followed suit and split up. You smiled and held Kyojuro arm close to you, he looked down at you smiled. Together the two of you walked out the gates and onto the dirt road, soon you would be home. There you hoped that he calm and fall asleep. The next morning you would explain what had happened, and then he would return to the estate to continue his recovery.
‘He just needs time.’ You thought to yourself.
“Tomorrow will be better.”
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Let’s start with the basics:
Each god has a domain, or a place where they live, based on what they are the god of / personal likings.
Where the 9 domains meet, is a neutral ground, and where Ubyashiki lives.
The hashira are gods, the Kamaboko squad are shrine keepers, and muzan and his demons are still…demons.
Now for each god in turn:
Giyuu
God of water. I mean, how could he not be?
I feel like his domain would have a lot of serene environments, and a deadass waterfall too.
Favors Urokodaki and the Kamado siblings over all other shrine keepers.
Will murder if one of the other gods purposely tries to hurt them.
Sabito is a kitsune that used to be giyuu’s friend who died by demons. He has a shrine for him in his domain.
His domain borders mitsuri’s and sanemi’s. (And that goes reeeeally well, huh?)
Sanemi
God of wind/air. Self explanatory.
Domain borders giyuu’s and muichiro’s
Favors genya, (though he’ll never admit it,) and wants him to be safe.
As for his siblings, (genya included) they were all humans he saved. When a demon came, genya was the last survivor.
Hates nezuko, because of the demon part of her. (Doesn’t know about genya’s little ability though)
Windstorms often run through his domain.
Mitsuri
I’m sorry, but I want her sky to be pink in her domain. And I want her to love it. So suck it up.
Borders giyuu and rengoku.
God of love, romance, you know.
As for her family, it’s a couple that visits her shrine daily.
Gets offerings like Sakura Mochi a ton.
Also loves nezuko, and will murder for her safety (tanjiro too!)
Tengen
God of sound and festivals. (Damn, we knew that one from the start.)
Borders rengoku and Gyomei.
A very flashy domain, definitely has fireworks stored somewhere
As for his family, they were people who frequently visited the shrine, (besides his dad,) but he accidentally killed them when he accidentally released a soundwave onto his shrine that made it collapse on itself, the people inside too.
Since then his shrine has been rebuilt, sturdier.
Still has his 3 wives, they live with him in his domain.
Rengoku
God of fire/heat. (not the sun though!)
His little brother isn’t related to him, but a shrine keeper he took in as “His own!”
Literal besties with mitsuri
His domain is HOT. Bring hydration.
Loves being offered any type of food at his shrine, especially bento!
Borders mitsuri and tengen.
Gyomei
Borders tengen and obanai.
God of rocks/land, stone, mineral, you get it.
Those kids? They died in a religious temple.
Still religious, even though he is a god. (Heh. Strange.)
A ton of rocks in his domain, along with a prayer area.
You can definitely feel it when he steps.
Obanai
God of serpents/reptiles.
Huge crush on mitsuri.
Borders gyomei and shinobu.
Still has facial scars, still hides them.
Domain is FULL OF TREES.
Still has kaburamaru. The snake is still a shinobu simp.
Shinobu
God of incects.
The butterfly girls are her favorite.
Kanae was an old shrine keeper who was slain by demons.
Domain is filled with butterflies.
People go to her shrine for medical advice sometimes.
Muichiro and Yuichiro
Borders obanai and muichiro.
God (s) of mist/fog.
Borders shinobu and sanemi.
Forgets everyone, even his own twin.
Entire domain is misty.
Big fan of tanjiro, nezuko, and genya.
The shrine for the two is combined into one.
Y’all, that took forever and I hope it blows up. I lost motivation but still had fun! Byeeee!
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Can I have tanjiro with fem reader that's their childhood friend?
Warnings: None!
Authors note: Heck yeah!! My first Tanjiro ask :)). Thank you so much, please enjoy!
So sorry this took so long! 😢
The relationship between you two is pretty strong! The both of you are connected by the hip, practically understanding and talking of inside jokes that nobody knows. You’ve helped Tanjiro in many ways, not only by being there for Nezuko but always sticking with him till the very end; comforting him when he needed it.
It’s likely you’re a Demon Slayer. While it is possible, it doesn’t mean you could be a civilian that Tanjiro frequently visits.
Being part of the Demon Slayer Corps makes his protectiveness even more overbearing. He always insists on him or the trio to come along with you, always panicking over you whenever he sees you get in front of a demon or let alone get a scratch on you.
This often makes him the mother hen. He constantly worries about you, even if you’re sitting or laying next to him. He often asks you if you’re okay, or if you’re more quiet than usual, he’ll offer to get you food.
This also includes him watching over you while you sleep, his fear of you abandoning him or simply getting killed in the brutal night makes him shake. This makes night quite bad for him, which normally forces him to rely on Nezuko watching over you.
Speaking about Nezuko, she absolutely adores you. While she sees Tanjiro crushing on you, she sees you as her long lost sister that she was never able to have. Normally, she’s very clingy with you and often pats your head or nudges her forehead against yours.
(From the headcanon above) Tanjiro often asks Nezuko to watch you when he goes out and about. While he does know you can protect yourself, he absolutely fears that you’ll get hurt in any shape or form. It physically pains him when he sees you upset or simply crying over a ‘small’ thing (literally nothing is small with him, no matter the situation. If you’re crying over a flower, he’d sympathize with you and comfort you. He would never ever make fun of you.)
But, the cool thing about being childhood friends is that Tanjiro knows everything about you. From your earliest dislikes to your favorite book, to suddenly buying your favorite food dish on a random Tuesday. He makes sure to intel everything that you say in the conversations, including people; which makes him a bit uneasy.
Tanjiro trusts you a lot. But he just doesn’t trust a lot of people. An example would be Zenitsu, while he does like him, Tanjiro hates seeing him flirt or fawning over you like a high-school girl. This normally includes him glaring at Zenitsu or simply grabbing your hand and excusing the both of you to hang out somewhere else.
Certain people make his nose itch, his sharp sense of smell telling him to not trust someone who is around you. He often suggests not trusting that ‘friend’ of yours or simply telling you not to hang out with them again but they’re bad news. Whom, suddenly disappears or comes up in the paper as a murderer and a horrible person.
Tanjiro is very respectful and rarely touches you without your permission. At times, when in public, he will hug you or hold your hand out of nowhere; squeezing it like you’ll disappear if he dares to let go.
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