#i like the ones with the haoris but why are the rest yukatas
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Hey☆ Sorry for not providing more information. Next time I will be more detailed.♡ I meant twins vaccinated only in the head.☆ And thank you for your response.♡
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Fandom(s): Demon Slayer
Pairing(s): Rengoku Kyojuro x Female!Reader
Himejima Gyomei x Female!Reader
Shinazugawa Sanemi x Female!Reader
Notes: This turned more into, like… first-meeting headcanons. I hope that’s okay!
I also took some liberties with the photo in regard to what the conjoined second head can (or, in this case, can’t do. The head doesn’t do much of anything in this.) do, so I hope you like it!
Request: Could I have some headcanons on how Gyomei, Sanemi, and Kyojuro would react to a fem s/o who has a conjoined twin brother?
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You lived a life of a loner. Well… save for your brother.
So you supposed it was more of a nomadic lifestyle.
You usually had a cloak to hide your face(s), but in this case, a child had ripped it off. It was an accident, but the screams that filled your ears hurt your heart nonetheless.
You were physically thrown out soon after.
The dirt and rocks scrape the skin off of your hands and knees, tearing your cotton yukata. It was ripped and dirty, one of the downsides of living the life you did.
But your parents cast you out, as did anyone who saw your face.
Or in this case, you supposed it was faces.
Rengoku Kyojuro x Female!Reader
When you first meet Rengoku Kyojuro, you had just been cast out of the village you had been passing through.
“Hello, stranger!” Came a booming voice, and you flinched, hurriedly bringing your hood up to hide your face, and you wrapped your scarf around your head to hide your brother’s face.
A body crouched in front of you, hand extended to help you up.
Brown uniform, a white haori with flame patterns near the hem, and a katana slid through the belt.
Looking up, you came face to face with wild red and yellow hair and matching eyes boring into yours. However, they weren’t filled with disgust as everyone’s eyes typically were. Instead, they were filled with… kindness?
“My name is Rengoku Kyojuro! What might your name be?” He exclaims, and you bite your lip but find yourself taking his hand.
He pulls you to your feet easily, not showing any care in the world about your scarf and hood.
You mumble your name, and he grins, saying it back to you.
And the rest is history.
Himejima Gyomei x Female!Reader
The blind man was the only one to treat you with kindness.
You had been traveling with him for three days, speaking in quiet tones for fear he would somehow be able to tell you were a monster.
He had saved your life, crushing the head of the demon who had nearly eaten you.
It had been so easy for him… It made you wonder what he would do to you if he found out what you really were.
On the fourth day, he asked you the question you feared most.
“What do you look like?” He asks, and you freeze, nearly tripping over a stray root before he catches your arm quickly and pulls you to your feet before you hit the ground.
His massive hands are gentle though rough from handling his spiked flail and axe with the long chain connecting it.
“Why do you want to know?” You say bitterly, and he stops, looking down with blind eyes.
“Because I would like to know the appearance of my friend.” He says simply, and you blink. Friend? He considers you a friend?
You had never had a friend before. Not with your looks and faces.
So you let him do something no one ever has.
You let him touch your face.
“You are beautiful.” He whispers, fingers tracing your features and his hands cradling both your faces.
He catches your tears as you begin to cry.
Shinazugawa Sanemi x Female!Reader
Shinazugawa Sanemi is perhaps the rudest person you have ever met.
Sure, he had saved your life from a vicious demon, but almost immediately after, he had left.
He hadn’t even checked to make sure you were okay.
So you followed him. Though looking back on it, you weren’t sure why. He would just think you are a monster like everyone else.
It took two days before he blew up at you.
“What do you want with me?!” He shouts.
Luckily, you are in the middle of a forest, following his crow to the next mission, so no one can watch the encounter.
“I want to thank you.” You say, and he throws a hand up,
“There! You thanked me! You’re welcome!” He snaps and turns, broad shoulders moving the foliage as he pushes through a particularly stubborn bit of trees before pulling out his katana and slicing it away.
The wind blows your hood and scarf from your face. You scream and try to catch them, but it’s pointless as they blow away into the sky.
At the noise, Sanemi turns around, and you scream again.
“Don’t look at me! I’m a monster!” You cry out, hunching onto your knees so he doesn’t see your face.
But it’s too late. He’s seen your face, judging by the shocked look on his face.
However, instead of slicing your head off with the cry, “So you’re a demon!” he kneels down and grabs your hand, gently prying it away from your faces.
“You aren’t a monster.” He says genuinely, catching you off guard with his soft tone and sad eyes.
What had the world done to this poor man?
He continues, “You aren’t a monster. You’re a human. Just like me.”
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Mistake
Imagine Kyojuro innocently showing you his scars whilst you converse over tea under the stars. The trophies of his many altercations with demons, sometimes wayward humans.
You’re seated on your engawa, laughter intermingling with the smoke lazily unfurling from your quellazaire. Crickets chirp to fill the silence. The balmy air comforts you, an occasional breeze stirring the sleeves of your yukata.
You remark how impressive each one is, entranced by the tan stretch of skin adorning his sinewy frame. Kyojuro grins unabashedly, explaining each blemish patterning his torso as if he’s directing you across a map. You’ve never seen him so animated. Brimming with boyish charm and you’re smiling alongside him. Can’t help it, really.
You’ve always had a thing for this loveable ball of sunshine, but you’ve often tucked your feelings far away, fearful that he would never return your sentiment. You’re nothing special. Not made to battle that which goes bump in the night. Why would he want to be romantically involved with someone so plain?
“How about this one?” you query to distract yourself from the inner mechanisms of your mind. You trace the span of one particular, dark indentation with a deft finger, the scar branching toward Kyojuro’s belly button. He tenses under your touch, honey abs contracting. Warmth blooms into your cheeks, your hand reeling back as if you’ve touched hot coal. “S-sorry,” you stammer, the blond slowly lowering his shirt.
Kyojuro reaches out to pat your hand in your lap, the smallest of smiles taking hold of his features, and he gives it a reassuring squeeze. “It is quite alright,” he says, your gazes interlocking. Stars glide across the stratosphere of his eyes whilst he ingests your nervous visage. A silent request for permission to just...
Like clockwork, your bodies inch closer, magnetically inclined. Golden eyes descend into a beautiful shade of ruby, half-slit as they pan in. Your breath hitches, heart aflutter. It’s rude to stare. But you can’t stop yourself, for the moment is too unreal. Never in a million years would you have imagined actually kissing the center of your musings.
Your mouths connect in a blissful union that draws a hoarse sound from each of your throats. His lips are petal soft, just like you imagined they would be. Warm and comforting like the rest of him, tenderly grazing against your own.
When you feel yourself sinking into the moment, Kyojuro snatches away. As if you’re the most sinful thing, and he was never meant to indulge.
Kyojuro blinks rapidly, tearing himself from a trance. A peachy color dusts his cheeks whilst he averts his gaze. Combs an anxious hand through his tresses, sputtering uncharacteristically. “My apologies,” he chuckles to your stilled, shocked form. “That was completely out of line. I had no right to do that.”
You touch your lips with shaky fingers, the sensitive skin still ablaze with remnants of your kiss. Did Kyojuro not want this? Did he not feel the same? The heat of tears warms up your eyes, threatening to overtake your vision. The floorboards creak whilst Kyojuro peels himself from the engawa.
“I must be going,” Kyojuro mumbles, gathering up his katana, discarded gakuren jacket, and haori. Doesn’t meet your eyes as he gives you a rigid, swift bow, bidding you a murmured goodnight as he excuses himself from your presence. You watch his retreating back be swallowed by the inky night, a plea for him to come back embedded in your tongue.
Regret sinks into your belly, cold and restricting. Stupid woman. Taking advantage of him like that. Stupid, stupid. Of course he doesn’t feel the same. You’re a good friend. Someone of convenience. Someone he probably takes pity on, what with the life of solitude you lead.
You look wistfully up at the stars, a forlorn sigh fleeting from your lips as you finish your cigarette.
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pastries
Uzui Tengen x Reader
Word Count: ~700
CW: dark humor, implied OC death, traumatic references
Emergency Request Fulfilled: HI MEOW, ITS ME AGAIN
My life’s falling apart just like always so here I am lmao
Hhhhh can I get uhhhhhh
Muichiro or Uzui x reader who deals with their trauma with jokes
“Something’s on your mind?” Tengen hums softly from behind you, large palm resting carefully on your shoulder.
“I mean, I’m alive, so yeah,” you snort, leaning backward into his touch, “And something’s on your mind?”
“Of course,” he smiles widely, pressing a light kiss to your hair, “I miss you already.”
“You miss me already? I haven’t left.”
“The village is far.”
“Is that your subtle way of calling me slow?”
“Perhaps,” his voice lowers, eyes closing, “You don’t have to go.”
Swallowing thickly, you gently shrug him off, swiveling around to poke his forehead, “Just because my idiot oniisan had an unfortunate run in with a demon mid errand doesn’t mean I’m destined to suffer his fate as well.”
“But-”
“And don’t bother mentioning my stupid oneesan. Why would you run toward someone screaming in an alleyway?”
“Didn’t you run after h-”
“I don’t count!” you huff, “She wasn’t screaming at that point. Clearly, the danger had passed,” scowling now, “What with being sated on dinner and dessert.”
“Why are you so-”
“Tengen-sama, what day is today?”
Head tilting, he wets his bottom lip, mouth quirked slightly. He can’t recall anybody having died on this day—although your prickly demeanor briefly has him reconsidering—and he knows it isn’t an anniversary of anything romantic (he has four dedicated partners to maim him should he dare forget remind him of such events, thank you very much).
“Today is buy a dozen get another dozen free at my favorite pastry shop,” you declare, “Are you really insisting I stay home?”
“Your life is more important to me than two dozen pastries,” he declares, hurriedly tacking on, “More important than any amount of pastries!”
“Well I’m glad someone cares about my life so much,” you quip, “But I, on the other hand, am content with valuing mochi, jellies, and cookies most.”
“Most?” he nearly pouts, filling the space between your bodies, fingertips dancing down the side of your kimono until they settle atop your hip, “What about me?”
“You’re fine. Even retired, you’re actually qualified to run toward someone screaming in an alleyway.”
“That isn’t what I meant,” he grumbles, “Haven’t I told you time and time again to prioritize your life over any and all missions?”
“Why would my life be in danger during a pastry run?”
“Your oniisan-”
“Was too impatient to wait for sunrise, and died in the chill before dawn. Do you see the sun Tengen-sama? Where is it? Smack in the middle of the sky!” resisting the urge to nuzzle your nose into his broadness, “But the longer you stall me, the more likely I’ll be returning in the dark,” eyes rolling, “Especially considering how s l o w l y I walk.”
“I’ll carry you there!”
“Absolutely not! This is my mission to undertake.”
“So dramatic,” he mutters.
“You’re one to tal-” your retort muffled as he not so gracefully cradles you into his chest.
“When you return, we can visit their graves,” pausing as you melt like warmed honey, sinking into his embrace, “I’ll give you extra money to buy offerings for them,” quietly, “What sort of pastries did they enjoy?”
Sniffling into his yukata, you cling tightly to his haori, words lodged in your throat, sharp as an unfulfilled wishbone. I don’t know because you never asked. I don’t know because those stupid, dumb, idiots abandoned you without permission, without attachment, without Goodbye. I don’t know because sometimes their faces blur in your dreams, let alone memories of whether they preferred bean cakes or cheesecakes.
“I’m happy to carry you,” he repeats tentatively, “You aren’t slow, but I’m certainly fast.”
“Tengen-sama,” you hiccup, heat caressing your cheeks, “If you carry me, then how will I ever develop thighs and calves to rival yours?”
“You don’t need to develop thighs or calves worthy of rivaling mine. You only need to return safely.”
“What an unsupportive response!”
“You’re ridiculous!” he exclaims.
“Are you going to give me extra money, or not?”
“Are you going to release your grip on my haori?”
“You said you were happy to carry me,” you whine.
“To the village! Not to my money pouch!”
“Hmpf.”
#tengen uzui#uzui tengen#tengen x reader#uzui x reader#sound hashira#drabble#kimetsu no yaiba#demon slayer
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The Strength of Love Chapter 3: New Friends and Old Thoughts
-Usagi took one day a week off from training, to sleep in, rest, and do anything around her house that needed to be done.
-The only other time she took more than one day off is if she got sick, which is incredibly rare, or if the weather is too bad, as the Shinto pantheon that she calls home does get some heavy rain or snow, which makes for poor workout conditions.
-She finished the laundry and cleaned the house pretty early, not being able to sleep in much, deciding to take a nap later in the day, and now was relaxing, sitting at her custom built kotatsu, that could easily fit her body, drinking some tea.
-A booming voice then seemed to shake her house, “USAGI!!!” her eyes widened before narrowing as she stood, going to the front door, wearing a purple yukata and black haori, “Grandpa! Stop yelling!”
-She was surprised, her annoyed face falling into a look of surprise, seeing the ten Hindu gods behind him, some grinning and waving at her, greeting her.
-Raiden was holding a sack of rice and a bag of veggies, “Yo Usagi! We came to have lunch!”
-Her eyelid twitched only slightly, as she knew his words meant he wanted her to cook, but it would be rude to refuse since he brought food to cook with, as well as guests that he brought.
-She offered a polite bow, her hands in front of her, “Welcome to my home.” Before she stepped to the side, allowing them all to enter, those who were wearing shoes removed them at the front door, just like at Raiden’s house.
-Her guests all sat around her massive living room, around her kotatsu and they introduced themselves to her.
-Usagi knew Shiva, as the two had bonded the same way Raiden and Shiva had bonded, through fighting, but once everyone had been introduced she put her hands out in front of her, bowing forward, “A pleasure to meet you all, my name is Seki Usagi.”
-Raiden patted her head fondly, a bright grin on his face, “I know I told you all the other day, but Usagi here is my great granddaughter!” she smiled softly up at him, and he returned it with a bright grin.
-Usagi wasn’t completely sure what to make of these house guests, minus her grandpa who was a frequent guest, after she told them they could make themselves at home while she got to work on making lunch for everyone.
-Almost immediately as she entered the kitchen Shiva followed in, “Usagi~ let me help!” she was surprised by his enthusiasm, seeing the bright grin on his face.
-It confused her only slightly about why the strongest Hindu god wanted to help her, but she wasn’t going to turn down free help.
-The others didn’t realize Shiva had snuck away as they were looking at the photos, knickknacks, and Usagi’s kabuto helmet that was on display until a loud crash came from the kitchen, followed by two more.
-Usagi carried Shiva out moments later, holding him princess style as she had several tick marks on her cheek and head and sat him down as jaws dropped all around, knowing that he had tried to ‘help’ you in the kitchen.
-Raiden was instantly laughing while she set Shiva down, who was bright red and pouting that she had carried him in such a way, the two instantly getting into a wrestling match.
-Usagi immediately turned, a red glint in her eye, “If you two fight, take it outside. You break anything, I’ll break you!”
-A few snickers went around the room before Parvati, Kali, and Durga decided to go to the kitchen to help Usagi clean up their husband’s mess.
-Usagi smiled at their insistence to help, but tried to refuse, “But you’re all guests.” Parvati just beamed up at her, “And as your guests, we’re cleaning up the mess one of our own made! Let us help you!”
-Usagi wasn’t going to argue with them, the mess quickly getting cleaned up before they crowded around Usagi, Kali’s eyes going wide, “You cut the carrots into flowers? How cute!”
-Usagi’s cheeks turned just a bit pink, “Yeah- I’ve always done it.” which made them smile, thinking she was cute before they asked to help some more.
-Kali washed the leafy vegetables while Parvati washed the rice and Usagi stood beside Usagi, trying to learn how to cut the carrots into cute shapes too, something her co-wives thought was rather cute.
-Hers were a bit rough looking compared to Usagi’s, but the larger woman smiled down at her, “It’s good for your first try! The only reason I’m good at it is because I practiced a lot.” Durga nodded before Usagi pulled out a giant donabe stone pot to cook the rice in.
-Usagi thanked the wives as they heard the living room getting loud and Durga punched her fist into her other hand, “We’ve got it, Usagi!” and left, and Usagi heard scolding only moments later.
-A chill went up her spine only moments later and she instantly turned, seeing Brahma who flinched, a bit surprised that she had sensed him so easily before she relaxed, giving him a soft smile, “Brahma- right?” he nodded and wandered in, peeking over her shoulder to see what she was doing, but stayed out of the way.
-He was quiet, and she flinched when a new voice spoke up, “What are you making?” she turned, seeing Vishnu had walked in, peeking over her other shoulder, “I need to see what kind of meat I have, but I was thinking doria.”
-Brahma then spoke up, looking up from the vegetables that were waiting nearby for cooking, “What’s that?”
-She nodded towards the donabe that was slowly steaming, “It’s a rice gratin dish.” The two nodded, as they weren’t going to complain before they both thanked her and left her alone, returning to the living room.
-Usagi wasn’t sure what to make of the two of them, a bit unsure of why they had come into the kitchen, ‘I guess they were curious with what I was making. I can’t make anything super fancy, so hopefully this will appease them.’
-Usagi went to her cold storage, basically a mini walk-in fridge, to look for meat to use, she had some steak, but not enough to go around so she had to look around a bit more.
-“Whoa it’s cold in here!” Usagi turned, seeing Varuna there with a bright grin and she offered a small smile as he wandered a bit closer, “What are you getting?”
-She smiled, holding some packaged chicken, “Chicken- it’s the only type of meat I have enough of to go around for everyone.” He smiled and held his hands out, “Let me help you then!”
-Usagi was surprised by their willingness to help, but she felt like she shouldn’t refuse and handed him a couple of packages while she grabbed the rest and they went back into the kitchen, finding Indra looking at the pot of simmering vegetables, like the carrots, “Oh there you are.”
-Usagi offered the white-haired man a nod, setting the chicken on the counter and Varuna copied her before they looked at the ingredients, seeing chicken, rice, and vegetables.
-She humored the two of them while she chopped up some spinach, answering their questions on what some of the ingredients she pulled out was, seeing no harm in doing so.
-Rudra was her next visitor to her kitchen once Varuna and Indra went back to the living room, hearing that Raiden and Shiva were talking about having a match before food.
-Rudra was only a bit shorter than her, his eyes at level with her mouth, but very polite, “This all looks so good Usagi! Thank you for doing this for us!”
-She didn’t want to say that she was basically forced into this, not wanting to be rude, so she just gave a smile, “You’re welcome, Rudra, I just hope this is to your liking.”
-He beamed brightly, two of his hands on his hips, “If it tastes as good as it smells it won’t be an issues at all!” his praise made her smile before they heard shouting from the living room.
-Rudra just grinned, “Don’t worry, I’ll handle this!” she nodded, going to trust his words as she put the rest of the leafy vegetables into the simmering pot of stock with the other vegetables.
-Usagi prepared the doria in the donabe, mixing in the cooked chicken and vegetables as well as the stock, mixing everything well before topping the whole thing in a layer of cheese and put the lid back on.
-She prepared twelve bowls as well as napkins and chopsticks, walking out and instantly Shiva and Raiden, who were wrestling, shot up straight, trying to pretend they weren’t fighting, smiling at her, trying to play innocent.
-She glared slightly but said nothing, kneeling next to the kotatsu and prepared the twelve set of dishes before she spoke, speaking a bit humbly, “I hope you all find the food good. It will be ready in just a few minutes.”
-She felt a bit shy at their praises, as they all said the same things, that it smelled good and it was definitely going to be good and they all thought she was adorable as she scurried back to the kitchen, holding her cheeks a bit shyly.
-She prepared tea for everyone, carrying out the cups of tea on a tray, setting it down and Parvati smiled, “I’ll pass these out for you Usagi!” which earned her a warm smile and thanks before Usagi put down a hot plate to protect her kotatsu.
-She walked out wearing oven mitts, holding the large pot before setting it on the hot plate before quickly going back to get a serving spoon.
-She gasped when she walked back out, seeing Agni pulling the lid off with his bare hand, “Wait- that’s hot!!” her concern surprised not only the fire god, but the others as well as she was quick to check his hand, holding it between her own once he set the lid down, before he gave her a soft smile, gently reminding her that he was a fire god.
-Usagi’s face instantly turned bright red, embarrassed but Agni grabbed her wrist as she tried to run to hide, “Don’t be embarrassed, your concern makes me happy.”
-She was still blushing as she sat between Kali and Raiden, helping serve everyone a bowl of the doria she prepared, but Raiden just patted her on the back, silently comforting her.
-While the Hindu gods immediately dug in, both Raiden and Usagi clapped their hands in front of them once, bowing their head lightly, “Thank you for the food!” before they too began to eat.
-Usagi was immediately bombarded with praise, even from Raiden as they all enjoyed the piping hot meal.
-Raiden grinned warmly, “This feels like something to have on a snowy day!” Usagi agreed with him, nodding and Durga nodded, “I can feel the warmth all through my body! It’s so good!”
-Shiva was shoveling it in, taking care to not burn his mouth, “It’s nothing like the food we eat but it’s so good!” Usagi thanked him for his compliment and between everyone, having two bowls each, the pot was empty.
-Once the dishes were dealt with, Raiden helped his granddaughter clean up a bit since she did all the cooking and returned to the living room together.
-Vishnu was looking at her kabuto helmet, intrigued with the design, “What’s this Usagi?” she glanced over, and the Hindu gods didn’t miss Raiden’s and Usagi’s eyes narrowing lightly before she gave a small nod to the helmet, “A war helmet, it’s a part of a full suit of armor I was forced to wear on earth.”
-Agni spoke, confused, “Forced? Who forced you?”
-Raiden was the one who spoke next, “Piece of shit warlord who attacked her hometown, threatened the lives of her parents and the other survivors if she didn’t become a warrior for him. He put her in that to make her look intimidating.”
-Shiva instantly glared, one of his fists coming down on the kotatsu top hard, but not hard enough to break it, “If he forced you to wear that and be a warrior, why do you still have it?”
-Usagi smiled softly at the helmet, “It’s a reminder that I can fight back. When that warlord attacked one of my friends, in a dirty sneak attack, I got so mad that punched his head clean off, breaking free of him.”
-Jaws dropped all around the room while Raiden laughed boisterously, patting her back hard, but she didn’t seem to notice the strikes, used to his strength, “And she led the army of her new allies against his army and kicked ass!”
-Brahma gave a small nod, “It is a good reminder then.” She gave him a small nod in return, as well as a small, fond smile, remembering that night well, it felt so satisfying to punch his head clean off his shoulders.
-Usagi saw her guests off, everyone thanking her for the meal as Shiva beamed, “We’ll be back to visit soon!” which confused her lightly before she returned inside, to her kotatsu, holding her chin in both hands with her elbows on the kotatsu, ‘Why would they want to come back soon? I know my cooking’s not that good!’
-Usagi glanced around her home, now feeling empty and lonely, after it being so full and lively, a small frown appearing on her lips at the sense of loneliness.
-Her thoughts slowly turned down the darker side, old fears bubbling up, ‘They probably just like me because of grandpa, because I can fight and because I can cook- yeah that’s probably it. They liked the free meal I cooked- not that I don’t mind cooking, but hopefully when they visit they bring some ingredients.’
-She stared out the open door leading out into her garden, a soft sigh leaving her before she dropped one of her hands to her lap, looking at the swaying trees, ‘Even though I don’t know much about them, they all seem nice, and they made my home feel homier… like when grandpa visits.’
-Usagi fell to her side, laying down to watch the trees, a frown taking over her lips, ‘They’re grandpa’s friends so I guess that makes them my friends now too, especially if they’re coming over again. I’m okay with being friends with them- not like we would ever become anything else, except sparring partners. They wouldn’t want a woman like me anyway…why would they?’
-She sighed, rolling to her back and let her eyes close, trying to will away the gloomy thoughts that always seemed to pop up here and there, not wanting to feel so bad after feeling so happy.
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Househusband
Thoma x Reader
"I'm Home!" You announce as you slip your geta sandals off and lazily put your bag on the table near the door. "Welcome back" Thoma's voice rings through the room as he walks over to you, arms already open just for them to wrap around you in a warm embrace. "Rough day?" He asks as he combs his fingers through your hair. You too tired to say anything so you just nod into his shoulder. He chuckles before picking you up, bridal style, and bringing you over to your futon and laying you down, making sure to take of your haori before you could lay on your back and folding it on the side. He was wearing a regular black yukata so he could sleep comfortably. "Huh? You're running a fever!" Thoma said worryingly as he puts his hand to your temple. "Oh, I guess that's why I feel like I've been hit by a cart". You could feel your energy leaving your body as exhaustion took it's place. "Let's get you dressed first, I'll help you out alright?"
You were dress in a similar yukata as Thoma but the color was your favorite instead. Thoma helps you back over to the futon before gingerly placing you on the futon, as if you were glass. After you were peacefully tucked in, Thoma went to the other side and laid down next to you before resting your head on his chest and holding your hand. It was moments like these that you loved dearly. Thoma holding you while your cuddled into him, his fingers carefully combing through your hair while his heartbeat softly bumped in your eardrums. One thing he always says to you is,
"I love you to the moon and back, my love"
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Only You
( Headcanons )
Giyuu x Dead Reader (Neutral) SFW
CW: Depression And Self Destruction
You were his love, his one and only, his gem and he felt as if you were the only person in the world, who got him. He loved those late night talks where he would sit there with you on his bed and talk to you about his feelings and you would listen to him vent. you would hug him and tell him words of affirmation and comfort and in the end you would make him feel better, no matter how bad the situation was. He listened to you as well and he loved your voice it was soothing even though you were talking about something upsetting, he would get you through it just as you do for him. He would do anything and everything in his power to not lose you it was his worst fear, he hated the fact that you were in the demons slayer corpse it only fed more into his fear. Unfortunately that day came when Ubuyashiki sent you and Giyuu on a mission Giyuu had a terrible gut wrenching feeling like something horrible was going to happen. But since he was going to be with you on this mission he figured he could protect you. So he pushed away this terrible feeling and figured it was just him being paranoid.
It all happened so fast, he didn't even have time to think ,time to realize what happened, you had been slashed at the neck by the vicious demon you both were up against and blood started pouring out immediately. Giyuu screamed at the top of his lungs in horror, he quickly ran to as you fell onto the rough ground. *Oh no..* you thought, your vision started to go in and out and could barley focus, you couldn't speak and every time you did the sound of blood gurgling filled Giyuus ears, your thoughts were a blur and all you could hear was Giyuu crying and hyperventilating. Giyuu took you into his arms crying "No, no, no [Name] no!" He cried as he cradle you in his arms, your blood was soaking his haori, you reached out your hand and placed it softly on his cheek to comfort him. "No [Name] you can't leave me! Please!" He pleaded as he placed his callous hand over yours, his cries and pleads were devastating to you it made you tear up and cry as well.. But you couldn't feel it.. You couldn't feel anything.. Everything was numb. He cried even harder his tears dipping on to you, you tried so hard to fight the overwhelming darkness that was starting to take over you, but you were just to weak and oddly tired and you let go. You were so warm before and now you were so cold and the same bright face that made him smile was now lifeless.
Now he sits there in the green grass in front of your grave, he stares at your name engraved on the headstone wondering "why did I push this feeling down? why couldn't protect them? what did I do wrong to deserve this? why didn't I say something to Ubuyashiki? ... I'm such an idiot... I'm a fucking idiot".
Giyuu stays in bed all day and night only getting up to use the bathroom
He wears the same yukata night and day not bothering to change he just lays there... And thinks it feels like something was weighting down on him keeping him from getting up.
He starts to tear up at the thought of you, then he sobs then cries and hyperventilates so many thoughts and so many memories of you.
All his thoughts pile up on him and it becomes to much for him. The house is so oddly quiet, it feels wrong, like something is missing, you were missing.
Everytime he wakes up he feels like he's going to see your beautiful face under the morning light, but now all he sees is the plain wall.
He wanted you, no he needed you, sometimes it felt like you were on a long mission and were coming back,...but he knew you weren't.
Though the thought of visiting your grave gives him anxiety, overwhelming it's almost scary.
Shinobu, Rengoku and Uzui as well as the rest of the hasiras check up on him but its a almost useless, he doesn't even open the door or make any noise in response.
Shinobu is the one constantly checking up on him she fears that he will do something terrible to himself out of sadness.
She leaves food outside his door and she even sits outside his door talking to him giving him uplifting words, she even talks about you. She loved you, she cared for you and was sad to have found out about your passing, she couldn't lose Giyuu too.
Giyuu wraps himself in the blankets you both once shared and listens, he has thought about doing something terrible to himself but, how would you react? And Shinobu? He couldn't.
While Shinobu did her usual check up she suggested that Giyuu visit you it could bring some closure. He thought about it for a minute, "maybe she's right, I think I'm ready.. " Giyuu quietly said to himself.
He showered and put on his uniform and haori, Shinobu face slightly lit up so finally see him after so many months of mourning, sadness, and confusion as they both walked to your grave Shinobu made conversation about
How some of the hashiras were worried and what they have been doing, every thing felt.. Nice for once.
Now he was standing in front of your grave once again for the first time in months, your grave was beautifully decorated with flowers... It was as beautiful as you in a sense.
He didn't feel anxious or scared he...felt calm. He started talking about how sad he was, his feelings and even cried a little, Shinobu sat beside him and did the same.
At the end of all this he felt happy, and like the weight of the world was lifted off his shoulders, closure was what he needed.
Giyuu would now routinely vist you, he would talk about his day and even ask how yours was, he would bring you offerings like, flowers, food or small gifts. It felt nice, it felt normal, it felt like that emptiness wasn't there anymore. He would usually visit when he didn't have a mission or when something was wrong and he felt like he needed a good talk.
Although you weren't there directly in front of him or speaking to him in you beautiful soft voice, you presence was enough comfort for him.
Life for him will always feel different of course it will, when you where a big part of it. But he learned how to cope and express his emotions in the correct healthly way.
It took a while for him to recover and even more time to accept that it wasn't his fault. you went for a reason, he doesn't know that reason but he does know that you will be waiting for him.
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3-2
Enko: What's wrong, Flame Hashira? Did you think we were just lazy artists? (Next to him were Yoru and Kaito laughing)
(Rengoku and the others were stupefied. They had never seen those guys and girls among the corps in their lives, no one carried crows with them, but they only recently noticed their uniforms: indeed, they were made of the same material as theirs, but each one was authentic to theirs. In the case of Enko, who Rengoku had in front, had an asymmetrical turquoise yukata but without one shoulder, exposing a tattoo of Byakko, the white tiger, representative of the four guardians of Kyoto, and the pants of the uniform of the Demon Slayers)
Uzui: Where did you get that? (He asked as they continued running after them… he realized that the material of Kaito's pants were the same, although he was too bold to just wear a terracotta-colored haori, exposing not only his muscles, but also his respective tattoo on chest, almost reaching his neck, Suzaku, the phoenix)
Kaito: We stole it… (he said laughing while feeling the handle of his Tachi) How do you think we got it?
Yoru: Oh, like any average hunter, taking the exam… Tengen Uzui… (He said with a malicious smile as he received his respective Yari from his falcon. His shirt had no sleeves, however, it was made of the material of hunter uniforms, he only wore the black haori with green on top)
Uzui: How do you know my name?
(The four of them were still stunned to see that those boys were one of their own… or not?)
Tsubame: Hey ladies, you can flirt with them later, now… ENKO! THROW THE BAG HERE!
(The middle-tailed boy threw Tsubame the bag… it was an accurate long-range throw. The girl was quite tall and stocky, but it seems like she wanted to stall for some time while they waited for four of the missing members)
Tsubame: Wow, wow~ but if they are the same gentlemen I talked to at the circus… why do they want this miserable bag when like Hashiras they are the ones who receive a better and bigger payment?
Uzui: Why should you be stealing? And why do they know my name?
Ren: Because we are psychopaths~
Tsubame: Something like that, the truth is that we only did a little research on you… but as I say, this is not the time to talk, just to annoy~
Shinazugawa: YOU ARE THE UNPATHIC GIRL!
Tsubame: … I AM UNPATHIC WITH ANY MAN, DWARF!
Shinazugawa: DWARF- (Shinazugawa was very close to her… in fact, Tsubame was much taller than what they saw at the circus)
Tsubame: Ah, Sanemi Shinazugawa, it would be an honor to humiliate you in a duel… oh, wait, it may not be a duel, but I'm already doing it! (She did a pirouette jump on top of him while taunting…that whole group was taunting. Sanemi was red with rage as he turned around to look Tsubame straight in the eyes. She calmed down a bit and slowly walked towards him, the rest also slowed down)
Tsubame: Hey, dear, these are just jokes, come on, have your money bag, little one…
(Shinazugawa was furious and accelerated his pace towards Tsubame)
Tsubame: (sighing) There's no point in those who have anger problems… YUUKO!
(Tsubame threw the bag on top of Shinazugawa, as he turned around)
Yuuko: Thank you, baby~ (she winked and quickly started running, but it seemed that at least two people had already caught up with her) Oh, Iguro Obanai and Kyojuro Rengoku, what an honor to have you here by my side… tell me, Rengoku, What was it like kissing my sister?
(The comment made Rengoku blush)
Rengoku: Your-your sister?
Yuuko: That's right, the beauty next to you~
(Hiroko appeared next to Rengoku, causing him to lose his balance for two milliseconds while Yuuko threw the bag towards her)
Hiroko: You took an eternity… Yuuko
Yuuko: Oh, calm down a little, Hiroko, at least there is one more here… how about we bother this pair?
(The twins began to juggle the bag, somewhat confusing Obanai and Rengoku… even now it was Yuuko who flirted with Rengoku and caused him to lose his balance a little and fall towards the edge of the roof. Uzui managed to catch up with them and roughly grabbed Yuuko by the wrist)
Yuuko: OUCH! GROSS SHIT!
(Strangely, the air of the young people changed a little, becoming thicker when they saw that the tall white-haired boy had grabbed Yuuko's wrist tightly, but she let go of the bag and kicked it)
Yuuko: RYOKO!
(The fire girl appeared with a jump, with a Yumi in hand)
Ryoko: (in a cheerful tone) Sorry for the delay, guys ~ (she giggled as she shot a couple of arrows at Obanai's haori, causing him to get stuck against the ceiling for a moment) Apparently it's fun to make this night eternal!
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How come Maxis couldn't make kimonos with square obis I am going feral
#sims 4#ts4#the sims 4#snowy escape#sims 4 snowy escape#ts4 snowy escape#the sims 4 snowy escape#i like the ones with the haoris but why are the rest yukatas
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➡ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ~ 𝐊𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐱 𝐅! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 [𝐂𝐡.𝟏]
hi babes, so I wasn't planning on posting this fic here but since a lot of people have enjoyed my previous fic of him for the Under The Moon Event I told myself; why not? So here it is! I originally posted it on A03, so if you come from there thank u for visiting me here!
tw: smut, pure sinful smut with a tint of angst cause u know, emo captain with painful past and dead wife. Masturbation. Giving this beautiful man a bath. I did include the F! reader cause it's part of a series where the Lieutenant (IS NOT RENJI) is afab and f! so yeah. Tho this chap is pure GN! no mentions of gender whatsoever.
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Sweet eyes don't you look at anybody else,
For you I am crazy, and to another world you take me,
Let me look at you a little longer,
so I can die in your eyes,
oh in those glimmering eyes.
His silver scarf, Ginpaku Kazahana no Uzuginu, rests now over the little couch next to the bath. White fine haori with the number six falls from his shoulders to the floor, your soft hands slip the clothes off his body.
What a stressful day… isn’t it, Kuchiki Taichou?
The smell of sweet camellias and cherry blossoms fills up the place, the Kuchiki manor’s suite bathroom is as big as the rest of the barracks and it’s the perfect place for your captain to relax after a long day.
Drop by drop the bamboo tub fills with warm water. You have drizzled it with essential oils because what else could a noble deserve if not the best?
You also take his gloves off, one by one, pulling delicately. And while you brush your nails through his raven silky hair, you unclip his Kensaiken. Beautiful hairpiece that symbolizes his linage. His royal linage.
You have made sure your hands are soft and silky, caresses must be as subtle as the warm breeze of the spring that plays with the several sakura buds. It’s not that Kuchiki Byakuya is weak, no. It’s just the less you could do, he is like made of gold for you.
Your palms grazing against his pale skin feels like a blessing, for you, for him. Yet, his frown and icy stare never leaves his countenance. “When will your winter end, Kuchiki Taichou?”
Lastly, his Shihakusho. The garment of dead Souls, his uniform. Last barrier in between your eyes to finally discover his nudity. Once again, another night.
Will Byakuya make love to you tonight? After your dedication, after your hands cleaning his body? He can’t, he says he can’t. He says he is not able. He says that he is not a man. But you don’t care, he is a man for you, nevertheless.
“Taichou, are you ready?” you whisper, untying the cord that holds his kimono around his waist. Byakuya widens his eyes, he is an intelligent man, and he knows that there is more than a meaning to that question.
“Mh…” he hums with a slow nod.
He stands up and follows you. As he walks the loosen sash allows the yukata to finally open. Pale, clean, lean. Perfect anatomy that you had only bathed and praised. But never enjoyed, but never tasted.
His collar bones are the only place where his Shihakusho is holding from, but soon it ends on the floor. You face him and your hand skilfully made the cloth fall. “As always, perfection is not enough to describe you, Byakuya-sama” you whisper, looking up, rejoicing on the sharpness of his jaw, on the sharpness of his steel eyes.
You swear you saw a tiny smirk on the commissure of his lips and driven by the impulse of your racing heart you dare to grab his hand. “Please, Kuchiki Taichou…” you guide him to the tub. First, his right leg. Then his left one. You avoid fixing your eyes on his core, you want to see, you want to indulge in such depiction of impurity. But you don’t. Not yet, not just yet.
He submerges half of his body into the lukewarm water that you prepared for him, he closes his eyes, and his frown slowly fades, though his lips never draw a smile.
And you don’t care, he wouldn’t let anybody else do this for him… it’s just you, just you. And that’s enough.-
You, as always, crawl inside the tub. Sitting behind him. When you are ready, he comes closer. Byakuya’s back rests on your chest and your arms snake around his waist. And your hands twitch… “Go lower” they say, “Slide them until his sex” they plead. But you wait, you just wait.
The intimacy of the moment… doesn’t it feel like making love? It does for you. And certainly, it does for him, too.
You trace paths from pec to pec with a sponge. You squeeze it, letting water drops imbued in oils drizzle his abs. The scents mix with his own, he has been training hard, you can tell. He doesn’t smell bad, not at all, it is indeed the ambrosial perfume of a man, of a strong man. You are tempted, so driven to kiss, to bite at least a patch of skin on the muscles of his neck. How long could you wait?
Byakuya exhales loudly when your hands slide down to his abs, he knows you aren’t gonna go any further but is that what he wants?
“Taichou, is this, ok?” you ask, placing your chin over his shoulder, whispering on his neck. “Y-yes” he mumbles, out of breath, maybe even suffering your unholy touch around his belly button. Byakuya feels like trembling, like his teeth wanna chatter…
You pull your hand out of the water and let the sponge aside. It’s time to rinse the soapiness off his skin. A little wooden cup serves perfectly to collect water and sprinkle it over him. He squirms as you do so, everything feels extremely sensitive for him, or maybe it’s just they way he is dying for you to go further.
But you won’t, not until he says so.
The same vase you used for rinsing his abs now works perfectly for his back, but mainly for his long hair. As the water falls over his head, he throws it back and his lips opens apart. Pale lips you are dying to kiss, to devour, lick.
Massaging his scalp, so slowly and lovingly, you rip a subtle moan from his throat. You have to take a moment to deal with how dizzy your head feels at this point, dizzy with heart pumping blood so strong into your ears.
“Please, Kuchiki Taichou…” you think, in pain. Sex in pain, core in pain.
Shivers run through your spine as he does so. Your hands squeeze his shoulder in a clear reaction of pure satisfaction to a single, so insignificant touch. But was it really insignificant? Not for that man, allowing himself to touch another woman is not the same as allowing other woman to touch him. That single touch was a statement. That touch told you to go on, it says “keep going, keep doing this”
Your right hand, as if it was moved by an invisible force, slides from under his arm to his stomach. It remains there lingering, but fighting against the need to touch, to feel. The bath is over, but none of you want to go outside. You want to stay; he wants you to stay.
You can feel his belly going so slowly up and down, sometimes taking deep breaths. You know those you make when you need to release some pressure building up, a type of pressure that both excites and strangles you.
Your cheek rests over his nape, little drops fall from his hair to your eyelids. “Byakuya-sama, thank you for this” you sincerely whisper, grazing one side of your lips against his flesh. He only hums, is not that he doesn’t want to speak, he simply can’t. An internal debate is going on inside his mind, his chest, his heart…
And you remain like this for what you think it’s eternity, and you wouldn’t care if it really was.
Outside, for the very first time in months rain started falling over the Seireitei. And the sound of the drops falling from the sky hit over the tin roof of the Kuchiki manor. It mixes with the sound of his breathing, with the sound of the little drops on the tub, the sound of both hearts beating so fast.
And they beat as fast as they can, because from now on there won’t be a way back. Byakuya’s hand has grabbed yours and slowly but surely, he makes it go down, down to where sin begins. You tremble as you feel the bumpiness of his muscles on a tight skin. The sharp edge of his pelvic bone, the depression of his femoral zone.
You gasp as the water isn't as wet as the tip of his sex. "Byakuya-sama" you whisper, still unable to process you are really touching him. "I need-" he moans, stuttering, cutting his own words short because your fingers round his length.
"What do you need, Taichou? Tell me, please" you urge, this time kissing his nape and then the crook of his neck. Byakuya doesn't answer. He can't articulate any words, he just whimpers and moans as you squeeze and concentrate your efforts on his gland. You want him to squirm, to burst.
"It's ok; Kuchiki Taichou. It's ok. Just…" you tell him knowing too well this is the first time he is allowing another woman to touch him that’s not Hisana. You feel the increasing pulse of his carotid over your lips. And as his pulse increases because your hands’ rhythm does the same. Up and down, you go, while fingers tap, squeeze, play with his tip.
He throws his head back, resting it over your shoulder. Your teeth now graze his sharp jaw, and your ears indulge in the sweet symphony of his accelerated breathing. His nails carve harder on your thigh, his eyes shut tight. Byakuya has fallen into the most beautiful trap of pleasure and ecstasy.
“I- please” he begs. What does he want? you don’t know. But you won’t stop, you won’t. Even if he loses control of his own body, you won’t. “Taichou, what is it? Do you like this?” you ask, smirking, adoring his frown, that's not an icy one, no. His stare is pure pleasure, pure bliss.
Water splashes at each side of the bathtub, and you're dying to see him splash too, you are dying to hear him moan as the bursting point inevitably reaches him. His mouth opens and closes several times, though no speech abandons his lips.
“Say it, Byakuya-sama” you urge him, using one of your hands to squeeze his cheeks. His silver eyes suddenly open, severe sight fixed on yours. Glimmering eyes that make you wonder if you had gone way too far with your captain. You swallow, scared, stopping your hands motions but never letting go of his face.
When Byakuya opens his mouth, and finally is able to verbalise something, he begs you… “Don’t…stop… (Name), please…”. You lick your teeth and the grin on your lips looks feral, maybe even demonic. “Very well, Captain” you moan in his ear, biting his earlobe and going back to the milking motions of your hands around his throbbing, so hard and so needy sex.
Soon he begins to squirm, looking at the side with eyes fixed on yours, but who knows if he was really seeing anything. “Fuck” he grunts, as you can feel the pumping sensation of his sex while reaching climax.
“Captain, I didn’t know you could swear like that” you tell him, biting your lip, probably because you are the first person to hear a noble like him spit a bad word. His eyelids fall sloppily over his starry eyes, and as he relaxes his jaw muscles, he smirks.
He turns around, violently, suddenly, and unexpectedly. Of course, an orgasm won’t let the great Captain of the Sixth division out of battle.
“Lieutenant… this mouth can say and do even worse things. And I’m gonna tell you exactly what will happen now” he utters with his low voice, a little raspier than ever. His nose grazes yours, and your back hits the walls of the tub. His presence, his reiatsu, his whole entirety crushes you.
He slips his hands under your thighs, pulling you up and sitting you over his lap. “I’m gonna fuck you until you lose consciousness, you know?” he whispers, licking your upper lip.
To be continued ~
PART 2
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“Lady Shinazugawa” Sanemi Shinazugawa x F!S/O
Authors note: If you’re seeing this again, my last account got deleted *sobs*
Warnings: Sanemi being uncharacteristically soft
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“Goodnight Lady Shinazugawa!”
The farewell of the final lingering demon slayer cut through the night as he called back to his trainer before turning on his heel and retreating to the demon slayers shared quarters that resided a little ways outside of The wisteria Hashiras mountian home.
“Goodnight Shibo!”
[Name], the wisteria Hashira, smiled after a moment of brief confusion. The door quickly closed, and once the familiar ‘click’ of the Shoji door was heard she turned on her heel and began to make her way to the main house of her estate.
[Name] walked silently down a wisteria tree lined and dimly lit white rock path while thinking back at the day’s activities. It was currently the first week of Hashira Training and her first batch of students were surprisingly living up to her expectations, many of them only learning throwing knife techniques at the beginning of the week and already mastering their marksmanship with said knives.
“I might need to reach out to Mister Tecchin and see if he can make some more knives for the kids....”
She said softly to herself as she continued to make her way up the path, lost in her thought as she walked alone.
Suddenly, a soft breeze graced the night and [Name] stopped in her tracks to take in a deep breath of the crisp late night air, her Haori swaying gently in the cool breeze.
“You look exhausted.”
A voice cut through the serene night, effectively causing [Name] to jump slightly and quickly turn on her heel to face the owner of the deep voice. Strong waves of relief crashed over her as she noticed the familiar figure of the wind Hashira, Sanemi Shinazugawa.
“Well hello to you too, Sanemi.” She chuckled softly while taking a few steps closer to him, quickly feeling his rough hand gently grip her waist and pull her into his arms.
“I.....missed you.” He softly admitted while wrapping his muscular arms around her and planting a gentle kiss on her forehead.
“I missed you too, darling.” [Name] smiled sweetly while her hands gently traced circles across his broad and muscular shoulders. They stood together in silence for a moment before [Name] felt herself being effortlessly lifted off the ground, instinctively she wrapped her legs around sanemis waist.
“Sanemi! I thought we agreed that you would stop picking me up!” She chided as the white haired male started to make his way up to her mountian home.
“I didn’t agree to shit.” He said while softly scoffing, [Name] rolled her eyes in response and rested her head on his shoulder before gently starting to play with his fluffy white hair.
After a few minutes of silence, Sanemi walked up the stairs of her platformed estate and began to gently set his lover down on the wooden pavilion. After he was sure she was standing on her own he stood up straight and looked to the woman as she turned and began to unlock the door in front of them.
“I assume your lingering means you plan on staying the night? Usually you’ve already run off by now.” [Name] asked as she opened the dark oak door and started to make her way inside the dark and quiet house.
“Am I not allowed to just want to spend time with you?” The white haired male chuckled as he followed her inside, closing and locking the door behind them after they had made it in.
“Nope! Sanemi Shinazugawa is banned from my humble abode!” [Name] smirked as she turned on her heel to face Sanemi, quickly giving him a gentle flick on the nose before turning away and making her way further into her house so she could turn on a few lanterns. Sanemi stood dumbfounded by the door for a minute before snapping back to reality.
“What?! Why am I banned from your house?!” Sanemi asked as he chased after his lover, he found her in the master bedroom where she was lighting a few lanterns.
“Because, Nemi, one of my students called me ‘Lady Shinazugawa’ today and I can only assume you have something to do with that.”
She chided while finishing lightning the lanterns, slipping off her Haori, then turning back to face the taller male who looked like he had just been caught breaking out of a high security prison.
“Heh- well ya see....” He scrambled for words to explain himself as [Name] held back a chuckle.
“Sanemi are you telling my trainees that we are married?” She asked gently while hanging up her Haori then crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow.
“Only so they don’t try to get cozy with you! I don’t need one of those weak ass idiots thinking they can fool around and be all flirty with you!” He snapped quickly, a soft chuckle fell from [Name]s lips as she gently shook her head and let her arms fall to her sides while she walked over to Sanemi, who now resided in front of the closed doorway.
“Nemi. You’re an idiot, my idiot, but still an idiot.” She giggled softly while bringing her soft hands up to his cheeks and gently caressing them, he leaned into her touch and rolled his eyes.
“You cant blame me for being careful, you remember what that agatsuma kid did!” Sanemi argued while bringing his hands up to rest on his girlfriends waist.
[Name]s thoughts lingered for a moment, recalling the time one of Genyas friends proposed to her in front of all of the other Hashira, much to sanemis distaste, she giggled softly at the memory.
“He was just being silly. I think he’s proposed to all of the girls by now.” [Name] smiled up at her boyfriend who only rolled his eyes in response.
“Still. If anyone’s gonna marry you it’s gonna be me.” He claimed proudly before a heavy blush rose to his cheeks and he looked away from her, realizing what he had just said.
“Awwwe nemi! You’re such a softie.” She teased while standing on her tiptoes and placing a kiss on his scarred cheek then a quick kiss at the corner of his mouth, barely missing his lips.
“Softie?! Did you hit your-“ Sanemi whipped his head back around to face [Name] but was cut off by her lips crashing with his, his eyes fluttered shut as he returned her kiss and held her close to him, his arms quickly wrapping around her waist.
He missed having moments like these with her.
They had both been so caught up in training and teaching that they rarely had time alone together anymore, and he hated it.
He was quickly brought out of his thoughts due to the feeling of her soft lips leaving his and sanemis eyes snapped open as a heavy blush stayed painted across his face.
“I love you.” [Name] said softly as her hands started to retreat from sanemis blush stained cheeks.
“I love you too, but don’t tell anyone I said that.” Sanemi responded with a large smirk, [Name] chuckled before freeing herself from his arms and taking a few steps away from him then reaching up and putting her hands in the air while taking in a deep breath.
“Sanemi Shinazugawa said he loved me!!” She bellowed out with a smile on her face and her hands gently waving in the air. Sanemis laughter erupted through the room and was soon accompanied by [Names], after a moment of laughter Sanemi quickly made his way over to her and started to tickle up and down her sides.
“I told you not to tell anyone! Now you must face the wrath of the wind Hashira!” He proclaimed loudly as [Name] cried with laughter. She struggled against him and before she knew it, she was on the ground and underneath him as he continued his attack on her sides.
“But I only said it to you!” She choked out through loud and broken laughter but Sanemi didn’t cease his attack.
“Doesnt matter my love! You still broke the rules!” He smiled proudly, his nose scrunching as he did. [Name]s hands found their way to his wrists and she struggled to pull his hands off of her.
“You’re evil Sanemi! Absolutely down right evil!” She proclaimed as she pried his strong hands from her sides and held them away from her, panting softly as she tried to regain her breath.
“Evil?! Your words have wounded me!” Sanemi pulled his hands away from her grasp then dramatically rolled off of her, slinging his arm over his forehead as he laid next to her on the floor of her dimly lit bedroom. [Name] giggled and after regaining her breath she propped herself up on her elbows and twisted her head so she was facing the male next to her.
“They wound you?! Oh my! Do you need first aid? Perhaps a healing kiss?” She smiled before sitting up a little more, Sanemi shot up and faced her after the word ‘kiss’ fell from her lips.
“A million healing kisses would do just the trick!” He said as a huge grin lined his battle-scarred face.
“A million?! Do you think we have time for that?” She rolled her eyes but the evil smirk that was quickly pained across sanemis face told her that he meant what he said.
“We have all night darling...so yes, we do have time for that.” Sanemis smirk widened as he began to lean closer to [Names] now flushed face, he was about an inch away from her lips when he felt himself be pushed away by a hand to his cheek.
“Oh no sir. You’re still in trouble for tickling me. Which means none of anything your implying.” [Name] announced before standing up and making her way to her closet to find clothes to change into, Sanemi fell back on the floor and let out a dramatic groan.
“Fine.” He complained in a drawn out manner before leaning up and picking himself up and off of the floor. [Name] smiled softly as she pulled out one of her favorite yukatas and examined it before setting it to the side, she closed her closet and turned back around to face Sanemi who was now going through his dedicated drawer and looking for something to change into.
“If you’re looking for the green yukata I think it’s in the drawer above.” [Name] said softly while slipping off the outer shirt of her uniform, Sanemi gave a curt nod and opened the wooden drawer above the one he was previously looking through.
A few minutes passed and after the pair had changed into something more comfortable, the lanterns were extinguished and curtains were closed. Sanemi gently grabbed [Name] and led her to bed before pulling her down so she was lying next to him, her head resting on his shoulder and his arm gently wrapped around her figure.
“Sanemi?” Her soft voice broke through the darkness.
“Yeah?” He responded softly before placing a quick kiss on the top of her head to let her know that she had his attention.
“I like the idea of my last name being Shinazugawa.” She said softly, The familiar blush Sanemi usually sported around her returning quickly.
“Well then....we’ll have to do something and make it permanent.” He smiled softly at the idea of them being married, the idea of a life not fighting demons, a quiet life that just the two of them could share...he dreamed of the day those thoughts would become reality.
“Yes....we will.”
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@flashfictionfridayofficial Prompt: #FFF138 Tangled in Time
Warnings: None.Under the cut simply for length!
Happy Medium - [Shino x Tenten]
Tenten loved to dance loved the freedom it gave her mind and body. There were no rules, barely any structure she could do what her body wanted she could wave her arms around, she could spin, she could tap her feet, she could dip Tenten could anything she wanted. The faster the song, the quicker the world around her turned on leaving her behind if only for a moment to recalibrate.
There was only one thing better than living in that hurried blinding second.
Going over to the band, she beamed when they told her they would happily take her request. The confused looks on some of the previous dancing faces weren't lost on her when the pulsing fast-paced beat was replaced with a slow, steady one.
Slowly spinning her way across that area designated for dancing, Tenten stopped right in front of her boyfriend and his father, who were amiably talking over warm tea.
She took a second to admire her boyfriend then; Shino was dressed in one of his few festival yukatas of forest green with a darker green haori. The colours suited him complimented his chestnut hair and pale skin; the lantern lights above danced across the lenses of his tinted sunglasses.
Tenten held her hands out.
"Come dance with me."
Shino didn't hesitate to rise and take her hands in his, and she shot Shibi a cheery smile before dragging her boyfriend onto the centre of the area, giving them as much space as possible.
She smiled brightly when he brought her close, wrapping his arms around her in a loving embrace. It allowed her to hug him back and coax him into swaying on the spot with her, other slow dancers coming up to dance around them then. His fingers ran through her hair, Shino had been so thrilled when she had left it down for the festival.
"Did; you; request this song?"
He tilted his head down when her fingertips lightly grazed down the soft skin of his cheek, allowing her to glide her lips over his in a far away kiss. "I did."
A pleased exhale escaped her when she felt Shino rub his fingertips into the bottom of her spine to relax her just one of the hundred little ways he cared for her.
"That makes little sense to me; why? Because you were; thoroughly; enjoying yourself with the faster ones."
"I was," it was true. The vibrating pulsing beat gave her an escape from the real world, if only for a moment, by filling her with happy adrenaline and blocking out all other sounds with its loud rhythm. "But I wanted to dance with you."
That non-stop beat of the music that was previously playing was not Shino’s style or pace he was quiet, controlled more put together than she was he didn’t need to leave the world behind to focus himself because he was already so collected.
The calmness that incorporated Shino flowed into her soothing her very soul, brought her heart rate right down, made her head feel like it was still and calm. Shuffling further into his hold the smell of the Aburame compounds lush grass and blossoms washed over her. This much slower pace he would, and did happily, join her in she loved coming back to it, like arriving home.
"Yes," Tenten practically sighed as she rested her head on Shino's shoulder, her arms curling around his shoulders as well, her own little hidey-hole away from the world. "This is much better."
"I was; more; than content simply seeing you happy."
"I know," and she did. Tenten knew that all too well. "But is this not better?"
Shino pressed a kiss into her let down hair.
"Any chance to have you in my arms will; always; be better than; anything; I could dream of."
When she pushed herself up onto the balls of her feet to give him a firmer kiss that before Shino’s arms tightened their hold around her waist to secure her, to keep her safe.
She slowed down for him, and he sped up for her.
Those small, subtle willing give-and-take they sometimes did made them strong, meant they communicated better than some, gave them the best of both worlds; she loved him so much for it.
Tenten loved their happy medium.
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Could you make a scenario for Shunsui where he and his s/o are having a date, maybe under the trees, and it ends in some smut, please?
Under the tree with Kyoraku Shunsui (smut & fluff)
When you came home in the evening after a day of hard work at your own Squad, Shunsui was nowhere to be found. This wasn’t exactly unusualsince he became the Sotaichou. Unlike before, Nanao didn’t even have to force him to work. He took his responsibility quite seriously. Well, as seriously as Shunsui could.
It was fair to say, it had been quite some time since you two managed to spend some quality time together without being interrupted with some kind of crisis. You knew it would eventually settle down, so you didn’t bother him about any of it. He already had so much on his plate. You were just glad he got home at some point in the night at least on most nights to cuddle you in his sleep.
Which is why, what was on the bed took you completely by surprise.
Your pink yukata that Shunsui loved to see on you was laid out with a simple note. “Meet me under the tree at sundown.”
He didn’t have to specify which tree. You knew exactly which one. Back in the day, when he used to hide from Nanao, he’d find you reading under the big willow and settle down for a midafternoon nap, resting his head on your lap. Often, Nanao would find him quite easily. After all, he was a creature of habit when it came to you. Looking into your pleading eyes, Nanao would leave you two alone for a few more moments.
So with a smile on your face, you took a nice warm shower, lathering shampoo that smelled of vanilla which Shun always said made him want to eat you right up. The whole thing had you giddy with anticipation. It almost felt like you were getting ready for your very first date, even though you’d been together for what would seem like a lifetime now.
When you reached the tree, he was staring out to the horizon at the sky taking on beautiful hues of oranges and pinks. He sensed your reiatsu easily and turned to look at you. “_____-chan,” he said offering a smile.
He made quite the picture. Tall and handsome, with his pink haori billowing against the wind. You were so taken by him that it took you a minute to notice the lavish picnic laid out underneath the tree.
“What’s all this?” you asked, a smile taking over your whole face. It made his day to see you smile like that.
“Now, now, petal. Can’t a man watch a pretty sunset with his prettier ______-chan?” he asked sidling up to you and giving you a quick kiss upon the lips.
You shook your head at his words but you still couldn’t stop smiling. “A man can,” you admitted. “But can the Sotaichou afford to play hooky like this?”
He grinned, making him look like a carefree boy rather than a captain over a millennia old. “After all I must stay true to myself,” he teased. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t sacrifice to be with you.”
You couldn’t help but laugh because now you knew exactly what happened. “So you sacrificed Nanao-chan to all the paperwork?”
“Believe it or not, she actually insisted.” He took your hand in his and led you to sit down. He took up most of the space in the blanket. After all, he was quite a big man. But it also meant you had something sturdy to lean on always. And that’s exactly what you did. “I’ve been so busy with everything that’s been happening that I fear I’ve been neglecting you.”
“You know I understand, Shun,” you reassured him, teasingly feeding him a grape. “I know I am always on your mind even if you’re drowning in responsibilities.” Rather than take the whole grape in his mouth, he bit into it, getting the juices everywhere. His tongue swept out to lick your fingers clean.
“You have no idea just how much I think of you,” he said, the mischievous glint in his eyes letting you know exactly what kind of thoughts distracted him.
Both of you settled in to enjoy the little feast that was laid out, feeding each other a variety of cheeses and fruits, and indulging in a healthy dose of sake that had you feeling quite relaxed. The sun set over the horizon, basking you both in golden hue.
“I think you forgot the chocolate for desert,” you informed him when your thorough search revealed so.
He took the sake out of your hand and placed it carefully away on the other side of the blanket. “Well, petal,” he said leaning over you in such a way that he had you flat on your back far too easily. “I had a whole different kind of dessert in mind.”
“Shunsui!” you gasped. “Anyone can see us and walk in!”
“I wouldn’t be too worried about that,” he insisted.
He was probably right. Who in their right minds would interrupt the Sotaichou for anything? The new job definitely had its unique perks. Then his lips descended on you making sure you had no mind to worry about anything at all.
This was no peck in greeting, or a quick kiss goodbye. When Shunsui got serious, he kissed you like he truly meant it. Like you truly were his favorite dessert and he meant to devour you. And tonight, he seemed ravenous.
His lips nibbled at you. His tongue explored your mouth in a mimic of things he wanted to do to you. His hands smoothed over your yukata to hold you by the hips, angling you to be in just the position he wanted you to be.
You weren’t one to stay still yourself. Your hands moved to his chest, the roughness of the smattering of hair tickling your hands on their way to wind around his neck. Your fingers held on to the hair at his nape and pulled a bit, making him moan into your mouth.
You’d think it would be a quickie at least the first time around. It’s been quite a while since you had time to do this. It was already driving you crazy, making you raise your hips to get any sort of friction you could.
But Shunsui was agonizingly slow. He always was. He didn’t like to rush in anything, and that definitely applied to his lovemaking. He loved taking his time with you, exploring your body and enticing all your senses as if it was still the first time.
“You smell good enough to eat,” he murmured as he always does, putting a lazy smile on your face. Then he moved his lips to your neck and proceeded to do just that.
Quicker than you could comprehend, he had your yukata open and out of the way, baring you to him. Nibbles and open mouthed kisses had your nipples pebbling in attention, which he appreciated with a hum. Then he drifted downward.
“Shunsuiiiiiii,” you moaned.
He looked up, his eyes peering up at you from his position in between your legs. “I meant what I said, Petal. Good enough to eat.” And he proceeded to show you exactly what he meant.
The man was definitely skilled at using his mouth to make you forget your own goddamn name. He had you coming on his tongue in no time at all.
While you tried to catch your breath, he licked his lips, and grinned at you. “Delicious.”
And you couldn’t take it anymore. With a small growl, you reached up and pushed down his haori. “I need you, Shun. Now!” you said, the last word ending almost in a whine, leaving no doubt as to exactly what you wanted.
Shunsui wasted no time in complying at all. He entered you so slowly, making you feel every single inch of him. It had you both moaning. With age old practice, your bodies knew just what pace to take. He thrust in and out, driving you both insane with need, chasing for completion.
You reached up to him, needing to feel closer to him. With one of his hands gently cupping your face, and the other bracing himself near your head to make sure the full weight of his body didn’t crush you, he kept moving in you. The position had him deeper than ever, and every thrust in and out had him deliciously rubbing his chest all over yours, heightening the sensations to an unimaginable level.
It was erotic and romantic at the same time.
He picked up the pace, knowing just how close you were from the way you moaned.
When you both came apart, reaching the peak, it felt like you were so close you might as well have been a part of each other.
He slowly moved over to lie beside you, and pulled his pink haori over you both to protect you from the chill of the night.
“I really missed you, petal,” he said softly as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. As if your entire hair hadn’t come undone thanks to him having his way with you. Then he planted a kiss upon your forehead, and your nose, and finally upon your lips.
“You’re such an old sap, Sotaicho,” you teased him.
His arms wrapped around you, bringing you closer to him and his heat enveloped you. “I am your old sap,” he murmured gently as you both drifted off, sated and happy.
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written for the beginnings with sasusaku zine
Falling snow made Konoha quiet, but this corner of the village was always quiet. Sasuke exited the Uchiha compound with a travel pack hanging heavy on his shoulder. On this evening, with hours until the beginning of the new year, the emptiness of his clan’s district gnawed at him more than usual.
In a different life, he would be fire-jumping with his clan.
Before the new year, the Uchiha clan gathered and lit fires in the streets. They jumped together over the flames. With each leap, the fire fed on their sickness, weakness, and bad luck. It offered health and good luck in return.
Sasuke was not an animated child, but during this ceremony, he would jump high and wild like the others. There was a sense of invulnerability when arriving on the other side of the flame unscathed, then a burning drive to leap again. His feet were loud on the ground when he landed, because he didn't know yet how to move like a shinobi. Every year, he swore he would jump as high as Itachi, though he never could.
No fires were burning in the Uchiha district now, and no children were leaping. The gates to the compound creaked as Sasuke pulled them shut. He slipped into the tangle of Konoha’s winding streets.
Halfway to his apartment, pink hair flashed in the beam of a street lamp. Sakura turned the corner, arms crowded with grocery bags, and strode towards the crosswalk.
Sasuke halted. She hadn’t spotted him yet.
“Sakura ka…” he called. He could not say hello when he greeted her, only, Ah, it’s Sakura, like she was a phenomenon to remark upon.
Sakura turned her head.
“Sasuke-kun,” she replied, eyes brightening. As her gaze flicked to the bag over his shoulder, her smile faltered. “Are you going again?”
Sasuke frowned, pulling on the strap of the offending bag. He had only recently returned to the village. Did she think he was leaving so soon?
“I was visiting...” He turned his head in the direction of the old Uchiha district. “Gathering some things.”
“I see,” she murmured. “Then...do you have plans this evening? I’m going to make toshikoshi soba.” She shifted an arm, revealing the green onions and package of soba noodles peeking out of one grocery bag. “It’ll be too much for one person.” Her cheeks were pink, but maybe it was the cold.
Sasuke usually preferred to be alone. Since returning to the village in the fall, he had his routine. It was not very different from his routine while traveling. In the mornings he trained. He cooked meals in silence and gazed at the view of the forest. In the evenings he tried not to sleep too deeply, his protocol to stave off the nightmares.
The only difference was that if Naruto pounded on the door enough, he might be convinced to spar. If Sakura was around, she healed his injuries. “Try to be more careful next time,” she would say with a crinkle between her eyebrows, which is what happened when she wanted to say more, but didn't want to push him.
She wore that same look now, gripping her bags tighter in case he said yes, eyes already down in case he refused. Snowflakes rested and melted on her eyelashes.
After sorting through his father and Itachi’s belongings, on a night when the compound should have been alive with fire, being alone wasn’t as appealing as usual.
“All right,” he heard himself saying.
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Sakura had barely seen Sasuke since he had returned to the village. Now he was seated in her kitchen, tasting the toshikoshi soba she had made following her mother’s recipe. If she wanted, she could bump her knee against his under her small table.
“Your apartment...” Sasuke began. His voice was quiet, the same timbre as the hum of her radiator.
“I don’t spend a lot of time here,” she interjected, palms itching. Her apartment was small and unadorned. She had cobbled furniture together courtesy of her parents, Ino, and a spare office in the Hokage tower. Half the time, she sneezed when she walked in the door, because she never found a moment to sweep the dust.
Sasuke’s shoulder rose and fell. “No, it’s not that.” He raised the bowl to his lips, taking a long sip. “It looks like it’s yours.”
Before she could wonder how he concluded this, Sasuke lowered the bowl to the table, a little too gently. Something about the movement told Sakura to pay attention.
“I was gathering clothes. Mine are worn from traveling.” He swirled noodles slowly in his broth. “I don’t have another way to wear our crest. What I found wasn’t in great condition.”
Sakura would never fully grasp the lonely responsibilities Sasuke bore as the last of his clan. If he did not wear the crest, there was no one else who would. He had to choose, every day, to be an Uchiha. Otherwise they would disappear.
“If you need…” Sakura swallowed. “I can help. I know how to sew.”
The sink dripped, once, twice. Sakura’s mouth opened, an apology bubbling to her lips, when Sasuke left the kitchen. He returned to his chair and spread the contents of his bag on the table: carefully folded articles of clothing, uchiwa fans decorating each item.
Sakura stroked a loose thread, where the fabric of the Uchiha crest was lifting away from the back of a dark haori. “They're not in bad condition,” she said. “They just need some attention.”
“This was my father’s,” Sasuke said, fingertips grazing a deep blue yukata. He nodded towards the article in Sakura’s hands. “Itachi’s.”
Sakura touched her knee to Sasuke’s, soft enough to pass as an accident. He could easily move away, if he wanted to. He didn’t.
“There was a certain stitch we used to sew on crests,” he said. “But I was young. I never learned.”
Sakura inspected the stitching pattern on the haori. It was not too different from a surgical stitch she knew. She unearthed her sewing materials from a kitchen drawer and started the careful work of re-attaching the crest.
When the task was done, Sakura lifted her head. Sasuke’s chair was empty, and the table was clear of dishes.
“Sasuke-kun?” she called.
A soft grunt sounded from behind. Sasuke was leaning over the counter, next to a clean sink and a neat stack of dishes. He set aside a bottle of oil.
She frowned. “What are you doing?”
Sasuke turned, gripping her old cast iron skillet. Its surface appeared to possess more luster, and less rust, than usual.
“Your cast iron was rusting,” he said in disapproval. “I’m re-seasoning it.” He lit the oven and placed the pan inside with a clank. “It’ll need an hour.”
“You’ve made yourself at home,” Sakura said.
A faint smile raised the corners of Sasuke’s lips.
Sakura smoothed over the mended crest of Itachi’s haori. “How is this?”
Sasuke reclaimed his seat and leaned in. Their shoulders brushed. After a beat, he nodded. “Good.”
Sakura’s cheeks warmed, unexpectedly. “Being a trained surgeon doesn’t hurt.”
The smile returned, closer to a smirk this time. He discovered her kettle, brewed tea, and set two cups on the table. Outside the window, night deepened, approaching midnight.
Sakura slipped back into concentration. Tomorrow she would start off the new year with an early shift at the hospital. Instead of going to bed, she added a yukata to her growing pile of mended clothing. Sasuke remained a quiet presence beside her, sipping tea, making no move to leave.
Maybe, she thought, looping thread through cloth, we’ll do this again.
Sasuke peered at her face. “What are you thinking about?”
“Hm? Oh...nothing. Smells bad.” The scent of oil pushed past its smoking point was filling her kitchen. “What are you thinking about?”
“The new year,” he said, tracing the lip of his teacup. “Old traditions.”
“Traditions?” she prompted.
Sasuke stood and slid his left hand into an oven mitt. “My clan...we used to do fire-jumping before the new year.”
“That seems very beautiful,” Sakura said, voice hushed. “I know fire is important to your clan.”
“Yes, it is.”
“Why is that?”
Sasuke removed the pan from the oven. A dark, glassy finish replaced rust and dullness, every imperfection transformed under the oven’s fire. His eyes lowered. “It’s cleansing.”
Sakura stared down at the image of the uchiwa, symbolically fanning the flames of the Uchiha clan. Halfway through a stitch, she had an idea.
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Fire-jumping was an exchange of energy, mutual agreement between human and flame. Both the Uchiha and the flames entered the new year warmer and stronger than before.
It was a long time since Sasuke had done anything resembling tradition. He had not even celebrated his birthday since first leaving the village, out of the habit of prioritizing his quest for revenge over himself. Tradition was hard when only one person remained to keep it fed. And there was so much he didn’t know, that he had never thought to ask.
He wondered if he could manage to explain this to Sakura.
Sakura’s eyes were fierce. She finished a stitch, barely looking, and disappeared into her bedroom.
The scent of lavender filled the air. Sakura paused in the hallway with a lit candle.
“You can do it here, if you want,” she said, holding out the flame like an offering.
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“Why aren’t you jumping, nii-san?” Sasuke asked, tugging once on Itachi’s sleeve.
The streets were crowded tonight, loud with chatter, music, and crackling flames. The main avenue of the Uchiha district was dotted with fires every few paces, so people could jump down the length of the entire street. Sasuke’s chest was swelling with pride. This year, he had used his ever-strengthening katon to help otou-san light the fires.
Itachi crouched to Sasuke’s eye level. His face was softer than normal in the starlight and the warmth of the flames. “Maybe later,” he said, with a small smile, and a customary two-fingered tap.
As Sasuke frowned in disappointment, Itachi peered down an unlit alley. “I don’t know if the fire will help this year. I might have too much for it to take away.”
His brother’s statement was odd––casual, yet tinged with something Sasuke couldn’t understand. But the strangeness slipped from his mind once he rejoined the rest of his clan, the excitement of the ceremony taking hold of again.
Sasuke spent the next new year alone.
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Sasuke was fourteen, footsteps echoing through the corridors of Orochimaru’s lair. Time had little meaning this deep in the earth, but reading the dates on Kabuto’s newest specimens had recalibrated him. The new year was days away.
Dim torches lined the walls. The fire beckoned him. Sasuke reached out a hand, considering.
Itachi’s strange words, uttered a lifetime ago, rang in his mind. Sasuke understood what he meant, all of a sudden. The fire promised to cleanse him, to take the hurt away. But like Itachi, he was carrying too much.
He turned his back to the flickering torchlight and slunk into the cold dim of his chamber.
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The day Sasuke returned to Konoha, the forest was under autumn’s spell. Between mossy tree trunks and golden leaves, he caught his first glimpse of the village, bright beneath departing clouds.
“Okaeri!” Naruto shouted, a speck in the distance bounding through Konoha’s wide gates. Beside him, Kakashi raised a hand in greeting.
Sasuke crossed the treeline, and the steps of his journey quietly ran out. He halted before his old mentor and teammate, the village walls high over his head.
“Taidama,” he said. “What day is it?”
“The equinox,” Kakashi answered.
Sasuke’s gaze swept across his surroundings. The village streets were damp with afternoon rain. Wet leaves clumped together beneath his sandals. No one else was waiting for him.
Kakashi and Naruto exchanged a look.
“Sakura’s in the middle of surgery,” Naruto said.
“Hm,” Sasuke replied.
It was a short walk to his old townhouse apartment. Kakashi presented him the key he had safeguarded, Naruto ordered him to come to dinner later that week, and then he was alone on the stoop. A stray cat emerged from beneath the stairs, interested in Sasuke’s appearance.
Sasuke palmed the key in his hand, facing the door. He was not sure what he would find in the apartment he had vacated when he was thirteen. Did he make the bed before he left? Would he find his old clothes still folded in the drawers?
There was a blur in the air like falling blossoms. Sakura was standing on the sidewalk, mouth parted, exhaling a deep breath. Her boots were splattered with mud and what looked like blood. She wore a sweater thrown on top of scrubs, a crumpled surgery cap in her fist.
“Sakura ka,” he said.
She straightened. “Okaeri, Sasuke-kun.”
He had wondered what it would be like to look at her again. Now he learned it was the same. The exact same.
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Sasuke was seated in Sakura’s kitchen, his eyes unfocused. He saw a clan, together, jumping over fire to bring in the new year. His clan was gone, yet he was warm, and alive, and Sakura was looking at him over the candle’s fire.
He must have been silent for too long, because Sakura’s hand drifted down. “I’m sorry,” she said, voice wavering. “I know it’s not the same––it’s nothing at all how it should be…”
Sasuke rose to his feet and caught her hand. “It will work fine.”
It was not the same. But a flame was a flame. It promised to take his bad luck away, if he so allowed.
Sakura set the candle on the ground, casting the walls of her narrow hallway in a whirl of light and shadow.
Sasuke closed his eyes and leapt. He leapt again, over and over Sakura’s small candle. Light footed, he didn't make a sound.
When he opened his eyes, Sakura was leaning against the wall, head bowed.
“Sakura. Your turn.”
Sakura’s brow furrowed. “It’s not my tradition.”
“I want you to,” he said, moving aside to create space.
Sakura took a breath, preparing herself. She bounded over the candle, twirling and twisting freely in the air. Watching her, Sasuke turned over a thought in his mind that he no longer wanted to ignore.
With a final leap, she landed close to him. She leaned up on her toes, balanced perfectly between standing and falling, eyes shining from the joy of the movement. Sasuke steadied her elbow, even though she didn't need him to. It was a reflex, like dragging up a blanket in the middle of a cold night, or sighing after drinking water. He could not help but catch her.
It was not the same. There was the scent of lavender, a pile of clothing with freshly sewn Uchiha crests, and somehow, Sakura’s fingers wound together with his.
“You’re an Uchiha now,” he told her. Perhaps it was too blunt to say it this way, but it was true. Anyone who fire-jumped was an Uchiha. If he was the last, then he could shape his traditions, and choose who to do them with.
Besides, they always knew each other well. They only needed some time to know each other well again.
Sakura squeezed his hand, her calloused palm pressed to his. “We can do this again next year. Whatever you like.”
“I would like that,” he agreed.
The candle flickered. It was the start of another year without his clan. But he and Naruto would spar together tomorrow morning. He would feed the stray cats, oil the Uchiha gates, and wear the crest of his clan on his back. Sakura might reach for his hand again. Lately he wasn’t feeling so heavy.
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.
As years passed, the tradition changed. It was not a celebration the way it used to be. It was a moment for mourning, remembering. It also felt like beginning.
One year, he leapt over the flame holding his daughter. She wasn’t yet a year old, but her eyes already reflected the fire, like the eyes of any Uchiha. Sakura followed close behind. Everywhere around them was the comfort of warmth and good luck.
Sasuke was no longer alone. He hadn’t been alone in a long time.
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notes: the fire jumping tradition mentioned in this story is inspired by chaharshanbeh soori, an iranian tradition my family and i celebrate as part of norooz (our new year, which occurs in the spring). i was not with my family this year, so i also jumped over a candle in the hallway of my apartment. it's been a long year. i'm sending my love to all of you!
#sasusaku#sasusaku fanfiction#sasusaku fanfic#ss fic#ss#my ss#my fic#i literally forgot to post this here for months#warm
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time for you
09.03.2020
this is a whole mess
Rocking the small bundle in your arms to sleep, you stare off into the slightly opened door as you waited for your husband’s return. As each day passed, you saw your husband less and less; you had seen him three times in the last week and it was starting to get to you.
You understood that with a job like his, he couldn’t prioritize you. It seemed as if he just didn’t care anymore.
It wasn’t long before he was home, setting his haori aside while unbuttoning the top of his uniform to officially end the night. “Welcome back, honey,” you state as you take his top for him.
“Where’s Hibiki?” he asked with a roll of his shoulders as you set his uniform down. “I put him down before you came home, would you like some tea?”
With a nod, you stepped into the kitchen to start on the tea, your mind going a hundred miles a minute. You had to tell him what was on your mind. It was now or never.
It was quiet between the two of you as you stared down at your cup of tea. Giyuu eyed you carefully before you let out a sigh and spoke.
“Giyuu, I know how that as a pillar, you have to devote yourself to the job and I understand the priorities it comes with,” you start, your fingertips running along the sides of your cup, “but you’re never home anymore. I miss you and Hibiki misses you.”
“I get that we have to be second priority, but if you could at least put more effort into the family? It feels like it’s just me right now..” you finish, slightly flustered.
Your eyes were focused on your fingers as you pressed your lips together nervously.
“(Name), if I could, I would. I thought you would have understood that,” Giyuu replies, voice laced with slight irritation.
“I do understand, but I’ve only seen you three times this last week, Giyuu, and when you are home, you barely even acknowledge me. It’s like I’m just your maid!” You hadn’t meant to start an argument, but you wanted to get your point across.
Giyuu ran his hand through his bangs, “enough of this, (Name), I’m tired from today.” “No, Giyuu, we need to talk about this; we need to get this figured out.”
“What more is there to figure out? My job as the water pillar requires all my attention. Demons could be out there killing other people. I don’t have time to sit around when they need our help,” Giyuu explained, standing up, causing you to cross your arms at him.
“How can you be spending all twenty four hours of the day as a demon slayer? There are nine of you guys, I’m sure you could spare some time to visit your family or spend a day at home.” The tension was thick as neither of you would agree to the other. In your eyes, you were right.
“(Name), stop being selfish! You don’t know what being a pillar is like. I can’t just abandon my job like that,” he says and you roll your eyes.
“I’m not telling you to abandon your job! All I’m saying is that I wish you could at least act like you’re part of the family,”
“You’re getting mad at me just because I am doing my job? I am working to keep us safe, to keep Hibiki safe when he grows up into this world. (Name), what don’t you understand about me not having the time to be home all the time?” Your eyes begin to sting as the argument continues. You hated arguing, especially if it was against your husband.
“If you’re not going to try coming home more often, then don’t bother coming home at all!” You shout furiously as you stare at Giyuu.
It was the wrong thing to say, and you knew it, but with so many emotions running around, you couldn’t stop yourself. You had hoped that Giyuu could overlook your terrible words.
Only he didn’t. His brows furrowed, he walked to grab his uniform top and haori before walking towards the door. “Fine, have it your way.”
-
Hibiki stared at you curiously as he reached his arms out towards you, a sniffle escaping your lips before you smile at your adorable baby boy. “I’m sorry, Hibiki, mommy can’t stop crying,” you say as you lean forward to press a kiss onto his forehead.
Glancing outside at the bright sunny day, you let out a sigh before turning back to watch Hibiki play with his toy. “Giyuu was right, I was asking for too much. I just want him to come back,” you confess as you run your finger along his chubby cheeks.
“Papa,” Hibiki coos as your smile widens with a nod, “Yep, papa.” Your tears began to flow out once more before picking Hibiki up to hold. “I’m sorry.”
Meanwhile, at the demon slayer grounds, Giyuu was not having a great day. Sitting on a bench against a building, he glanced up at the clouds the moved along the crystal blue sky, trying to empty his thoughts.
The only day I get no assignments, (Name) and I had to have fought,’ Giyuu thought frustratedly as he tried to think of things to busy him. He would have loved to go home, but because you had practically kicked him out and with his dumb self agreeing, he couldn’t bring himself to come back.
“Yoo-hoo! Tomioka-san!” Hearing Shinobu’s voice, Giyuu irritably turned over toward her as she practically hopped over. “The pillars and I couldn’t help noticed you brooding over there.” He rolled his eyes from her words before looking away. He was in no mood to getting teased again.
“Oyakata-sama has given you no assignments today, why are you still here? Shouldn’t you be heading off to (Name)-san by now?” She asked curiously, watching Giyuu.
“We got into an argument yesterday,” he mumbled, causing Shinobu to raise a brow. “Well, I got time to listen if you don’t mind telling,” she replied as she sat down beside him.
Side eyeing the girl, Giyuu let out a sigh before continuing, “(Name) wanted me to be home more and I’ve told her I’ve tried my best to be home more, but she doesn’t seem to understand,” Giyuu shuts his eyes with a sigh, it wasn’t pleasant thinking back on the memories.
“Well, I don’t think (Name) is entirely wrong here,” Giyuu frowned at her response, “I don’t need more scolding from you either.”
“No really though! You pick up every assignment from Oyakata-sama when you can just hand it off to us. I get that this job as a demon slayer is very important to you, but you have (Name) now,” she finishes off and as much as Giyuu would hate to admit it, she was partially right.
“See, (Name) has to understand that you can’t give her all your time, but you also have to know when to let your friends help you too. This doesn’t have to be a one man job Tomioka-san,”
“What, you consider us friends now?” Giyuu questioned and Shinobu gave him her signature smile before standing up to walk away.
Staring back up at the sky, Giyuu now understood where he went wrong. It wasn’t selfish of you to want him home at all, he was your husband and the father of your beautiful child.
Maybe it was fate that he had gotten this free day, and now he can spend it with you.
-
The journey back home took a little over an hour, but he couldn’t wait to see his beloved family. As Giyuu walked closer to the home with each step, he couldn’t help but wonder what he was going to say to you—how would he apologize?
All thoughts vanished from his mind when he heard faint screaming, the scent of blood directing from inside of the home. Giyuu’s blood ran cold as his hand immediately gripped his sword before sprinting off in hopes that you and Hibiki were safe.
As he entered the home, he quickly searched the house until he slammed the door into the bedroom opened, revealing a horrific mess. Blood splattered along the shoji door panels and walls as blood seeped from the back of your yukata as your body crouched on the ground.
Before the demon could sense a new figure in the room, Giyuu decapitated them in a split second before he dropped to his knees beside you, carefully turning you over.
Underneath your beaten, bruised and bloody body laid a perfectly unharmed baby before Hibiki’s cries slowly filled the room.
“Giyuu, please take Hibiki,” you whispered hoarsely as you powerlessly moved your hand towards your son’s cheeks, staining them red. “The demon wanted him, please keep him safe.”
“Don’t talk like that. We are going to raise Hibiki together,” he scolded as he gently set you down before grabbing a cloth to wrap Hibiki safely and securely behind his back before carrying you in his arms as he ran for the butterfly estate.
As he ran though the forest, he mentally thanked himself for securing the cloth over Hibiki’s head, so the bumpy journey wasn’t so terrible, but it seemed to lull the infant to sleep instead.
Giyuu quickly glanced down at you to make sure you were still doing okay, but his heart dropped upon seeing your unconscious body, had he ran out of time?
“Please, please let my wife be okay,” Giyuu prayed silently as a tear slipped down his cheek. “Please let her live.”
-
Feeling soft hair tickle your cheek, your tired eyes opened to see Hibiki asleep right beside you, cuddle close into you as your heart melted from the sight. Snuggling into your baby, you felt your hand being squeezed gently.
Turning your head gently, your eyes landed across your husband before your eyebrows arched sadly, “Giyuu,” you say before he brings your hand to his forehead, clutching it dearly.
“I was so scared you’d never wake up,” he whispered, “I prayed and prayed and prayed in hopes you wake up. I should have kept you safe.”
“Giyuu, don’t blame yourself,” your eyes shut before letting out a long sigh, “I should have never told you to not come back. I just missed you so much, you have no idea,” you whisper as tears filled your vision, leaving wet trails along your cheeks.
“I’ll do better for you, (Name),” leaning over, he rests his face against your temple gently before pressing a kiss to your head. “I’ll do better for our family.”
Smiling up at him, you mouth his favorite words to him before he shyly mouths them back,
‘I love you’
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Sleepless (Sleep Less)
Word Count: 1312
Rating: T
Characters: Rengoku Kyōjurō, Rengoku Ruka; mentions of Rengoku Senjurō, Kamado Tanjiro
Genre: Angst
Trigger Warnings: Night terrors, canon-typical gore, anxiety, symptoms of PTSD
Author's Notes: Rengoku survived, but with a lingering price that he can't seem to pay.
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The air smelled of burnt rubber and flesh, thick with smoke from coal. It made his lungs burn as he breathed, made his eyes water as he stood atop the wreckage of the train. Train. Train? Why was he on top of the train? Brows furrowing, he turned on his heel, gaze drifting; passengers were mostly uninjured- good, good. That’s good. He nodded to himself before jumping off of the train car. Tanjiro- he needed to find Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenitsu. They were okay, weren’t they?
“Are they?” A voice murmured in his ear, soft, sweet. “Are they okay, Kyōjurō?” The voice was so familiar, yet he couldn’t place it. “Look to your left.” His head turned. Zenitsu- oh. Oh, no! He tried to walk, but found himself frozen in place. Why couldn’t he move? “He’s crushed! I think he has a broken leg. Maybe some ribs. He got lucky, didn’t he?” He did. His spine could have been broken, or his skull crushed.
“Ne, ne, Kyōjurō- look!” The voice whispered excitedly, causing his gaze to jerk to the right. There was a figure in the smoke. Wait- no. No, why was Senjurō here? He wasn’t a Demon Slayer! He could barely lift a sword! Why is he wearing the haori? “Look at him! He really did take after you, didn’t he? Following in his big brother’s footsteps.” The voice cooed, but Kyōjurō couldn’t take his eyes off of the scene.
“Run!” He yelled, eyes wide, heart pounding wildly in his chest. “Run, Senjurō! You can’t fight him! You have to run!” Try as he might, they couldn't hear him. Senjurō was bending over Tanjiro, laughing and helping him up. Telling him how to stop the bleeding by using his breathing technique. Inosuke was trying to get Zenitsu out, cursing at the rubble. “You all need to run! Please!” Kyōjurō begged, voice cracking as realization dawned upon him. “RUN, SENJURŌ!”
“What’s this?” The voice whispered as Upper Moon Three appeared. “Look at that! What a spectacle!”
He was- off-blue skin, dark blue lines, pink hair, golden eyes- he was a spectacle. One of death, of fear, of absolute chaos. He was talking, but the words didn’t reach Kyōjurō. Instead, they reached Senjurō, who stood tall, unwavering as he held up his sword. Kyōjurō’s sword.
Wait.
No.
No, no- Senjurō wasn’t the Flame Hashira. Why was he holding the sword? Why was he holding his sword?
“Oh! The fight’s starting!” The voice squealed- so familiar. Why couldn’t he place it? His chest heaved as he watched Senjurō fight Akaza, gaze tracking the movements that should have been far too difficult to track. Back and forth, the blows were traded, until Akaza blinded Senjurō in his right eye.
“Run!” Kyōjurō begged, voice cracking with the effort. “Please! Save yourself and run!” But Senjurō didn’t listen. Tanjiro was screaming, was trying to get up but he couldn't, too injured to fight, not after taking on Lower Moon One. “Fucking run! To hell with our family’s pride!”
“To hell with our pride?” The voice asked, and the fight froze. The scene froze. Everything froze. “To hell with our pride?” It asked again, and realization dawned upon Kyōjurō.
“Mother?” He asked softly, brow furrowing in confusion. “Mother, what’s going on? Why are you here?”
“Watch the fight, Kyō.” She murmured, the feeling of her hands caressing his cheeks causing his head to turn, watching as the fight drew closer and closer to a close. “Look, this is my favorite part!” She whispered gleefully as Senjurō drew closer, raised his sword high, leaving his torso open.
Open torso.
It happened in slow motion, the phantom pain flaring up in his own abdomen as Akaza’s fist cleaved through Senjuro’s solar plexus, carving a hole through his middle, leaving his younger brother to simply hang on his arm as blood poured out of him like a grotesque waterfall. “NO!” Kyōjurō screamed, his voice mingling with Tanjiro’s. “SENJURŌ! NO!”
He couldn’t move from his spot. He sank to his knees, tears spilling down his cheeks as Senjurō was tossed aside. The sun was rising. Akaza would be running. “Not my brother, not my baby brother,” Kyōjurō whimpered, arms crossing over his chest as if to attempt to self-soothe, “not Senjurō, please don’t take Senjurō.”
“He’s already gone!” Ruka whispered, grabbing her son’s face to jerk his head up. “He’s already gone- and 𝙨𝙤 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙚.” Her face began to melt, to decay, maggots crawling from her mouth, her nose, boring into her eyes. He couldn't pull away as he sobbed in horror, as skeletal hands gripped his face, digging into his cheeks. “We’re all dead!” She cackled, half of her face gone.
“No!” He yelled, shaking his head. “No! Senjurō- Senjurō didn’t die! I almost did! Not him!”
“LOOK AT HIM, BOY!” She screeched in his face, the sound nearly deafening as the scene moved rapidly. Senjurō’s body was beside him, the hole gaping, large; no spine in sight. His intestines were falling out- kidney, pancreas, small intestine, stomach. “LOOK AT HOW YOU'VE FAILED HIM!”
“I DIDN'T FAIL HIM!” Kyōjurō yelled, sobbing. “I did the best I could! Father wasn’t there for us! You left us!”
“YOU KILLED ME.”
"I DIDN'T KILL YOU!"
“YOU’VE FAILED THE RENGOKU NAME! YOU DIDN’T KILL UPPER MOON THREE!” She screamed back into his face. “YOU COULDN'T PROTECT US.”
“I tried!” Oh, he was going to be sick. “I tried to protect everyone! I’m only one man!”
“Your father was right.” Ruka’s voice was cold once more as she rose, reminding him of the deep winter. She stood over him, lip curled up in a snarl on her half-face. “You never were cut out to be the Flame Pillar. It should have died with him. You should have died.” She hissed as Kyōjurō sobbed, choking on his breaths. “You’re a pitiful disgrace. Look at you, sobbing. Disgusting.” She leaned down, leveling her face before his. “You’re a disgrace.” Her hand reared back, and he flinched, ready for the familiar sting-
Only to find himself sitting up in bed, drenched in sweat, blinking in the darkness of his bedroom. His chest was heaving- his chest. Frantically, he reached down, touching against the healed skin of the injury. Twisting scars, gnarled skin. Whole.
Home.
A night terror.
Alone.
A moment passed before a sob broke free- and just like that, the floodgates opened. His arms wrapped around himself, holding himself as he tried to muffle his own sobs to not wake anyone. Senjurō was safe. Ruka was dead- her body not having rotted. She’d been cremated. Her spirit was at rest.
The other Hashira were safe. It was safe.
Why didn’t he feel safe in his own bedroom? He felt as if he looked to the side, he’d see golden eyes peering at him in the dark. Quickly, he grabbed a yukata he’d discarded before bed and wrapped it around himself before all but throwing the shoji open. The night air was cool against his skin, tinted with the scent of wisteria. His hands were shaking as he settled down on the porch, feet dangling above the ground.
Alone. Mitsuri was with Obanai- he couldn’t bother her. Tengen was with his wives- he could bother them; they’d still be awake at this hour, but he didn’t want to impose. Sanemi didn’t like his space to be invaded; Shinobu wasn’t someone he could freely talk to. Gyomei would attempt to help him pray. Muichiro was much too young for him to even consider talking to of this. Giyuu…
Giyuu was an option. A possibly good option. Yet, something kept him rooted to that spot on the porch, as if invisible hands were pushing him down. No, this was his burden. He had to handle this on his own.
After all, the Flame Hashira could not show weakness.
Hashira could not show weakness.
#m's scribbles#kimetsu no yaiba#demon slayer#rengoku kyoujurou#rengoku senjurou#rengoku ruka#akaza#tw: night terrors#tw: gore#tw: death#tw: ptsd
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Troubled-Haganezuka Hotaru
Summary: Reader is a pillar and accidently keeps breaking her nichirin swords. Hotaru keeps freaking out and yelling rude things. Over time he gets use to it since she's one of his most dedicated customers or is he developing feelings for the young hashira.
"Are you sure you'll manage him on your own? He can be a troubled and loud young man not to mention his temper..isn't the best.." the old lady who stood next to stared worriedly when we saw someone coming from the distance.
I was on a mission and my previous sword given to me by my master broke. Unfortunately they passed away so I still wanted to have parts of the sword, so some broken pieces would be put back together. I didn't want the lady to overwork herself by helping me some more, i'm just another demon slayer who's arrived at the Wisteria family crest so rest up and wait for my next mission.
"If you say so my dear..just don't say anythinf that might freak him out." With that she quickly inside to prepare some tea.
I smiled wide and bowed my head when the young swordsmith appeared and stopped in front of me. "I've been waiting for your arrival all day. Thank you for taking your time in making one more me on such a shot notice." I stood up straight and furrowed my eyebrows together.
The man was wearing a weird creepy mask and just stared at me. I felt a bit intimidated and smaller than usual, since he towers over me and who knows what was going through his mind!
"You really had nothing else to do all day huh? Why not make yourself useful and help the old woman out." I sweatdropped and forced a smile.
"Please follow me."
We went inside and took our seats down and the Wisteria lady came with the tea. "So..swordsmith sir may I-"
"Shut up." He sighed to himself and carefully opened up the case and revealed my new sword. I stared at how beautiful, sharp and detailed it looks, "Well go on quit staring and grab it!" The nichirin swords color change depending on each slayer.
I gently took hold of the sword and saw its original silver color turning to a bit of red and pink. "It's beautiful." I stare in awe and smile at my newly sword.
"Hmph of course it's beautiful I made it! I placed some previous parts in it just like you asked me in your letter. You better not break it or I swear i'll kill you."
What the hell?! I gave him a deadpan stare and placed the sword on my lap and bowed my head. "I appreciate your hard work. Your dedication to making such a fine and beautiful piece has surpassed my expectations." I say and feel flustered when he stares back at me.
Despite him wearing a mask I could tell what his expression was. "You're the love pillar right?.." quickly I nod my head. "Yes. My name is (Y/N) so please call me that."
I said trying to sit closer to at least see a glimpse of his face but he moved away and stared at me intently.
"I don't care. Even if you're a hashira and a woman, don't expect me to treat you differently as a client." I sigh to myself and fixed my red haori and stood up when he did. He bgan to gran his belongings which surprised me since he came such a long way to just leave again.
"W-Wait! Aren't you gonna stay the night?"
"You have your job I have mine. Don't break my sword!" He points at me and screams. It was such a shame he left this quick. Now all I need is to finally fight with this beautiful sword and show it off, everylne will be dying to ask me who did this. Maybe Shinjuro will like it? I blush and keep those thoughts to myself and went outside to train.
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After killing 11 demons and a month since I saw the swordsmith..here I was again wearing a yukata that was loosely tied on me since I got several cuts on my arm and had to wear a few bandages on my upper half. I nervously smiled when I heard wind chimes approaching the house and I heard the Wisteria lady telling the man to enter.
I looked up from where I sat and he turned his head quickly to me. "YOU!! WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT BREAKING MY PRECIOUS SWORD!!" He freaked out and began to poke me a bit too roughly making me bleed a bit. I forced a smile to hide my pain but began to cry at every poke he did. "I'm so sorry mister swordsmith sir! It wasn't my fault." I cry and bowed down trying to get him to stop hurting me.
"That is sir Haganezuka to you pillar!" He continued with the poking which made me trip on my my yukata when I tried standing up to run away but fell on top of him.
I looked down embarassed. "I am so sorry Haganezuka I won't break your swords again." I say crying just a bit and blushed deep red when I felt me chest on his and realized I was a bit exposed. Haganezuka fumed and I saw smoke coming out of him and a bit of blood run down. I screamed for help and tried running from him when he sat on top of me.
The Wisteria lady came to control him. It was night time and surprisingly enough Haganezuka stayed the night since it was snowing, well I forced him despite him warning to throw me out in the cold. I heard that he loves mitarashi dango so I began preparing some for him along with some onigiri, tempura, dumplings and ramen. My mouth began to water when I placed the bowls on the table and went out to call for him since he was outside by the hot spring section. He's been there for a while so he's probably all done.
"Haganezuka. Dinner is already done!" I cheerfully said sliding the door open. "Huh?" My entire body felt hot when I saw him, naked in all his glory. I covered my mouth and felt blood running down my nose.
Haganezuka is hot!
He had long flowing black hair and sharp olive eyes...not to mention his body. I felt more blood on me when he shouted my name and out of no where grabbed a knife. Before he could do anything I ran off. How can he hide such beauty behind a horrid mask and many layers of clothing.
"Pillar!!" I fell on the floor when I got attacked and saw him glaring at me without his mask and dressed up in a yukata. "I'll kill you." He held my hair down and I couldn't help but blush at the position we were in.
I can't help it. I grabbed hold of him and as strong as I was I threw him to the ground and saw his eyes widen, he probably didn't expect me to be this strong. I realized what I did and stared down at him, "I am so sorry Haganezuka."
Haganezukua begain to laugh to himself and calmed down, "Get off of me idiot." He said taking deep breathes. I realized I accidently tickled him, so he has a weak spot. Now I now what to do whenever he gets all hysterical.
We both sat up and without another fight or word we sat down together and began to eat. I only ate one bowl since he ate the entire banquet I did. "I'm s-so happy you like my cooking Haganezuka.."
"Hotaru. You can call me Hotaru.." he simply said closing his eyes to probably not attack me and opened his sharp eyes to look at me with no expression.
I blushed under his sharp stare. "Hotaru. I am sorry for what happened back there." Hotaru grabbed a knife and pointed it at me. "You saw nothing.."
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Last night we shared the guest room and I felt my heart beating faster when he entered and didn't wear the mask since he told me there was no use in wearing it around me since I accidently saw him face, his dark eyes made me feel things and even in his sleep he seemed to curse at no one and clenching his fists.
Layjng down on my futon I turned my body to stare at his sleeping figure and lovingly I stared at him and smiled. "I'm so glad I met you." I whisper and slowly closed my eyes.
I woke up when someone pushed me and I apologized when I realized I slept on Hotaru. He huffed and looked away annoyed and quickly wiped a bit of blood from his nose. Hurriedly I prepared his and myself a bath, separate ones of course, since I wanted to cook him something before he left.
Hotaru came in just in time when I placed his favorite foods and giggled when he ate in a hurry. I prepared a small box and placed in some leftovers and more mitarashi dango for him to have on his way home.
I felt my heart heavy when I saw him waiting for me outside, he had everything on including that mask hiding his handsome face. "Hotaru...thank you for staying the night. I hope I wasn't much trouble. I do hope we can see each other real soon-"
"I hope not. I don't want you breaking my precious swords." Hotaru snatched the box from my hands. I frowned a little and felt his glare down on me.
Hotaru poked me on the forehead which made me look up at him and felt mt face go red. "See you soon, kid." He muttered and with that he left the village. I hope I get to see that man soon.
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