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thepaperpanda · 11 months

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In Sickness and in Health || Akaza x fem!reader x Douma

Summary: In a rare moment of unity, Douma and Akaza set aside their differences to collaborate in nursing you back to health as you, their beloved human partner, succumbed to a cold

Warnings: none, just Akaza being mean to Douma

Word count: 3639

Authors: Cass & Rouge

A/N: Requested by @arthurbristow

The concept of a demon falling in love with a human was already considered unconventional, but the notion of two demons harboring affections for the same human was utterly unheard of.

Fate seemed to have a twisted sense of humor as Akaza realized that his beloved, the one who held a special place in his heart, was none other than Douma's beloved as well… It was a situation that couldn't be worse... or could it?

Over the course of several visits, Akaza began to sense that something was amiss with you. Despite your insistence that everything was fine, he couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that gnawed at him.

On this particular evening, his concern reached its peak, compelling Akaza to pay you a visit and ascertain your well-being. As he approached your humble abode, his ears were met with the most grating and irritating sound in the entire world.

"Oh, Akaza-dono!" Douma's voice rang out cheerfully, accompanied by an enthusiastic wave of his hand. "I see you've come to check on our beloved Y/N. It appears I'm not the only one who was worried about her."

Akaza remained silent, his frustration evident as he emitted a disgruntled 'tsk' sound. Without uttering a single word, he briskly walked towards your dwelling, with Douma following closely behind, seemingly unfazed by Akaza's discontent.

The atmosphere between them was charged, a blend of conflicting emotions and unspoken tension. Akaza's presence loomed with an air of possessiveness, while Douma's demeanor exuded an almost mischievous delight. It was a precarious situation, teetering on the edge of uncertainty.

Standing by your front door, Akaza's gaze fixated on the surroundings, searching for any signs of something that might have made you sad. The worry etched on his face mirrored the genuine care he held for you, despite the complexity of their intertwined affections.

Douma, ever observant, watched with an air of curiosity. His playful nature seemingly balanced on a knife's edge, ready to revel in the unfolding drama or diffuse the mounting tension with a well-timed jest.

As you lay on your bed, your limbs felt heavy and unresponsive, weighed down by the intense fever that wracked your body. Despite the insistent knocking at the door, you remained rooted to your spot, unable to summon the strength to rise and answer it. The sound of your own rasping breath filled the room, punctuated only by the rhythmic tapping of knuckles against wood. "It's... It's open!" You managed to raise your voice.

Akaza took the lead, stepping inside the house. The sight of you in bed at this hour was uncommon, stirring a sense of concern within him.

Douma glanced back, his expression filled with worry. "Oh, my dear lotus! Are you feeling unwell? Are you sick?"

You tried to sit up and groaned as the room spun around you. "I'm not feeling well...."

"I told you something is wrong," Akaza frowned, making his way to your bedside and taking a seat. His hand gently rested on your warm forehead. "You have a fever, my love."

"That's no good," Douma sighed, mirroring Akaza's actions as his hand cupped your flushed and heated cheek. "We need to find a way to help. I could call upon my followers; surely someone among them knows what to do."

Akaza growled softly, casting a stern glance at Douma. "No stranger will come near her. We can take care of her ourselves."

Douma couldn't help but giggle, a soft purr infused in his tone. "Oh, we?! So you're finally acknowledging me in this little love triangle!"

The exchange between Akaza and Douma brimmed with a blend of concern, frustration, and a hint of playful banter. Their shared affection for you compelled them to find a solution to ease your discomfort, yet their different approaches and underlying dynamics created a tension that was both palpable and intriguing.

You pushed the hands of both Douma and Akaza off your face, feeling suffocated and overheated as you rolled to your back. Your chest heaved as you gasped for air, your pulse racing with a dizzying intensity. The heat enveloped you like a smothering blanket, causing beads of sweat to form on your forehead and trickle down your temples. You whispered, barely audible, "It's hard to breathe, I feel so hot." The world around you spun in a dizzying frenzy, as though you were caught in the eye of a whirlpool.

"Stay down, my love," Akaza sighed, his voice filled with exasperation, as he made his way to one of the windows. With a gentle push, he opened it slightly, allowing a breath of fresh air to enter the room.

Meanwhile, Douma, ever unpredictable, took hold of one of the towels you owned and casually departed from the house. Akaza couldn't help but feel a surge of relief, grateful for a temporary respite from the presence of the bothersome demon.

In that moment, Akaza's spirits lifted, knowing that he wouldn't have to deal with Douma's antics for a while. It brought a sense of contentment, however fleeting it may be, as he embraced the quietude that settled upon the space they shared.

You closed your eyes, endeavoring to breathe calmly as a severe headache began to form, but the pain proved too intense. A moment later, tears began to stream down your cheeks as you tried to stifle the sobs that threatened to escape your lips. Your attempts to control your breathing faltered, and you began to hyperventilate, gasping for air in short, ragged breaths. "I wanna die, Akaza.... Kill me, end my suffering, please!"

He positioned himself on the bed, pulling you gently towards him, allowing your back to rest against his sturdy chest. This arrangement provided a comfortable halfway point between sitting and lying down, ensuring your ease as he held you close. "Don't utter such foolish words," Akaza murmured in a soft growl, his voice laced with concern, as he tenderly wiped away your tears. "We will take care of you, and you will begin to feel better."

Just as the atmosphere began to settle, Douma's cheerful voice broke the silence, announcing his return. He entered the room with a sense of joy, holding a damp towel in his hand. With a deliberate motion, he approached you and placed the towel gently on your forehead, his finger making contact with the fabric.

In an instant, the moisture within the towel froze, transforming it into a soothing cold compress. The icy sensation promised relief, especially for your feverish state.

"This, my dear lotus, should aid in reducing your fever," Douma remarked, a hint of affection underlying his words.

You let out a deep groan, your body tense with anticipation, as Douma pressed the cool cloth to your forehead. The sensation was like a wave of relief washing over you, easing the ache in your head. The coldness of the towel was like a soothing balm, calming your racing thoughts and slowing your heartbeat. You closed your eyes and let out a contented sigh, grateful for Douma's quick thinking and gentle touch. "Thank you, my lord," you told him, resting comfortably against Akaza's broad, muscular chest. "It feels better. It is better."

With a simple nod, Douma placed his chilled, ice-like hands on your cheeks. "Once we eliminate this wretched fever, you'll feel better truly," he remarked, his tone filled with determination.

Meanwhile, Akaza tenderly stroked your head, his touch radiating reassurance. "We will take care of you," he whispered softly. "Soon, you'll be back to your vibrant self."

"I went to the lake a few days ago and decided to take a bath in it," you explained, your teeth chattering. "It was so cold, but I just couldn't resist the temptation. And now I think it's the reason why I caught a cold."

Akaza's voice carried a growl of concern as he confronted you, his words dripping with disbelief. "Are you out of your mind? We warned you about bathing in the river. It's still far too cold for that."

Beside him, Douma nodded in agreement, his expression mirroring Akaza's worry. "Indeed, my dear lotus," he chimed in. "He's absolutely right. You don't possess the same resilience as we do. You should exercise caution and take better care of your body."

Your heart beated fast in your chest as you began to speak. "I must apologize to both of you," you said, your voice trembling slightly. "My recklessness has caused harm, and for that, I am truly sorry. I'm sorry for not listening to neither of you."

Akaza's voice resonated with a soothing calmness as he offered his advice. "Don't dwell on it for now. Your priority should be on recovering," he said, keeping his words simple and direct.

Douma nodded in agreement, acknowledging Akaza's wisdom. "Just relax and find solace in rest," he added, his tone filled with care and tenderness for you, his beloved.

After you had finally calmed down, both Akaza and Douma stood watch over you, ensuring your safety until they were certain you had drifted off to sleep. Once satisfied, Akaza carefully placed you back onto the bed, tenderly covering you with a blanket.

Meanwhile, Douma made sure the towel remained cold, a testament to his attention to detail and concern for your well-being. His words, however, held a hint of something darker. "Humans, such fragile creatures," Douma remarked, a suggestion laced within his words. "Perhaps we could alleviate her suffering together, sharing the burden."

Akaza's brow furrowed, a frown etching across his face, his anger slowly simmering beneath the surface. Taking a deep breath to compose himself, he responded in a measured tone, suppressing the surge of emotions threatening to consume him. "We must nourish her," Akaza stated plainly, his voice carrying a sense of determination. Without further ado, he turned and walked away, his actions implying a steadfast commitment to fulfilling your needs and ensuring your well-being.

In this intricate dance of conflicting desires and motivations, their actions revealed a delicate balance between care and the potential for something darker. The complexities of their dynamic unfolded as they grappled with their own internal struggles, their choices and actions pivotal in shaping your shared fate.

The next time you awoke, you found both Akaza and Douma standing near your stove.

"Looks delicious," Douma commented with a mischievous tone, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Such a shame we cannot share it with her. Although, I'm certain it doesn't compare to the nutritional value of female flesh." His words were accompanied by a playful giggle, clearly enjoying the reaction it elicited from Akaza.

Akaza, on the other hand, wore a visibly annoyed expression, his face contorting in response to Douma's jest. However, his irritation quickly transformed into a brief moment of surprise as he noticed your awakening.

"Oh! You're awake!" Douma exclaimed, his tone shifting to one of genuine surprise and perhaps even a touch of delight.

"Boys?" You whispered, propping yourself on your elbow. "What are you doing? What's that smell?"

"That idiot managed to get you something to eat," Akaza remarked in a straightforward manner.

Douma's lips curled into a gentle smile as he glanced at you. "I simply mentioned to one of my followers that someone dear to me was unwell and in need of something delicious," he explained. Without hesitation, he approached your side, removing the towel from your head. "Feeling any better?" He inquired, concern evident in his voice.

You smiled at Douma weakly, nodding your head in gratitude. "I'm feeling much better thanks to you and Akaza's care," you said, your voice soft and grateful. "I cannot thank you both enough for taking care of me."

Akaza approached, a bowl held gently in his hands, and spoke with a voice filled with love and concern. "We love you," he declared, joining the two of you. "And because we care deeply for you, some of us have realized that you need extra care. Here, please eat."

Douma, his expression filled with a mischievous delight, chimed in with a cheerful hum. "I hope you'll enjoy it! And if not, I'll take care of that woman."

"That won't be necessary, Douma," you flashed him a smile while accepting the bowl from Akaza.

The aroma of the stew wafting up to your nose, making your mouth water in anticipation. You reached for the spoon, scooping up a mouthful of the warm, hearty stew and savoring the flavors. "It's delicious, Douma-sama. I've never had a better stew in my life."

With a nod, Douma uttered, "You are welcome, my dear! Only the best for you."

Akaza couldn't help but roll his eyes in response to the facade of false happiness.

You gave Akaza a look. "Hmm?"

"Nothing," he replied softly, a sense of relief evident in his voice. He tenderly pressed a kiss to your temple, his affectionate gesture bringing comfort and reassurance. "I'm just glad you're feeling better. Now, eat. We've also got some medicine for you, but it's important to eat first."

"Thank you," you put the bowl on your lap and reached your hand out to caress Akaza's cheek.

Douma rested his head on your shoulder, his voice filled with a playful tone. "Hey, I deserve some love too! After all, I did help as well."

You delicately traced your fingertips along Douma's sharp jawline, marveling at the smoothness of his skin. "Of course you did, my lord. I owe you my life. Both of you, actually."

He nodded and kissed your fingers gently.

Akaza, nestled against your shoulder, succinctly expressed their sentiments, "We love you deeply and fear losing our beloved human."

"Well, you can always turn me into a demon!" You suggested.

Douma's face lit up with sudden excitement, his head nodding eagerly in agreement.

"No!" Akaza's voice boomed with a deep growl. "You deserve better than this way of life."

"But at least I wouldn't get cold so often... You two don't get sick at all," you remarked, finishing your meal.

In an instant, Douma found himself on the verge of speaking, but before any words could escape his lips, Akaza swiftly decapitated him without hesitation.

"You deserve better than this existence. We love you just the way you are. Being immune to illness is a bonus, but there are many hardships," Akaza explained, his voice filled with conviction.

Douma's head regenerated smoothly, returning him to his complete form. Despite the shocking turn of events, he couldn't help but voice his complaint. "Akaza-dono! That was incredibly rude!" He whined, expressing his discontent with a hint of petulance.

You whimpered as the sticky, warm fluid dripped down on your cheek after the blow aimed to Douma's head, your body recoiling from the sensation. You looked up, locking eyes with Akaza, who seemed unfazed by the chaos he's caused. "What the hell, Akaza?! You didn't have to do that!" You screamed at him, your voice trembling with a mixture of anger and fear.

The pool of blood around Douma seemed to be growing larger by the second, soaking your bed, and you couldn't help but feel sickened by the sight.

"Knowing him, he was about to blurt out something foolish, as usual," Akaza remarked with a cold tone, observing Douma's futile attempts to fix his disheveled hair. "I am perfectly fine," Douma interjected, shaking his head with a playful grin. "No need to fret, my love. I remain as beautiful as ever."

"You messed up my bed..." You grunted with disgust. "I'm going to vomit!" And with that, you ran to the bathroom.

Akaza chuckled at the thought of you wanting to become a demon and rose from his seat to change the sheets.

Douma let out a sigh and joined in, deciding to lend a hand. By the time you returned, a set of fresh sheets awaited you, a silent gesture of their care and consideration.

"Boys. I'm feeling better already. You don't have to stay here. The sun will rise soon."

"You still need to drink the medicine," Akaza remarked.

Douma gave a slight shrug, his gaze filled with mischief. "You're not wrong. We could simply cover the windows and spend the day... in bed," he purred, his voice laced with suggestive undertones.

You found yourself nodding along to Douma's suggestion, despite the wary look in Akaza's eyes. "Okay, let's try it. Akaza, can you please give me the medicine?"

Complying with your request, Akaza swiftly returned, presenting you with a brimming cup of an unidentified liquid.

"It stinks," you groaned in disgust.

"Sometimes, the bitterest medicine is the most effective remedy," Douma murmured softly, his voice carrying a gentle reassurance. "But don't worry, it's nothing you can't handle."

You took a deep breath before tipping the glass back, swallowing the medicine in one gulp. The taste was acrid, and it burned your throat as it went down. You gagged and coughed, feeling like your whole body was on fire. "God, this tastes awful," you groaned, handing the empty glass back to Akaza.

"You did exceptionally well," Douma praised, his gentle touch caressing your back. "You're such a good girl!"

"Will you stay with me, boys?"

"Of course!" Douma nodded in agreement with Akaza's previous words. Without uttering a single sound, he gently nudged Akaza's side, guiding him to discreetly cover the windows.

You watched pink-haired closing to curtains as you climb in the bed and took comfortable position

The demon with rainbow eyes was the first to embrace you, his arms encircling your waist as he pulled you close.

"Don't think you can claim her all for yourself," Akaza growled, his own arms enveloping you protectively.

Douma's expression turned into a frown, yet he managed to offer Akaza a sly smile. "Oh? Worried she'll choose me in the end? Someone seems a bit jealous."

"Boys, please," you whispered, giving them both a few strokes to their cheeks. "Behave."

Akaza whispered softly, drawing you nearer to him. "It's difficult when he's in such proximity," he murmured, his voice laced with a mix of longing and unease. "He's just too close."

"Akaza, darling, you know I appreciate Douma's presence as much as I appreciate yours."

Douma let out a scoff, leaning in to nuzzle against you. Despite the display of affection, his actions seemed to provoke a tense response from Akaza. In an attempt to soothe his companion, Douma gently hummed and proceeded to pat Akaza's head, further exacerbating his tension. "There, there, Akaza-dono."

You giggled, looking at Douma. "You can be so charming when you want."

"I am always charming, my darling," he proclaimed, his voice dripping with self-assuredness. Yet, his confidence was abruptly shattered when Akaza sank his teeth into his hand, causing him to yelp in pain.

"Don't... touch me," the pink-haired demon growled, his teeth clenching even harder.

"Akaza! Apologize to Douma for biting him!" Came your admonishing voice, demanding restitution for the offense committed.

"Yes! Apologize to me!" Douma chimed in, an offended tone lacing his words.

Akaza scoffed, dismissively brushing off the notion. "In your dreams, Douma," he retorted, his disdain palpable in the air.

You gently tapped Akaza's forehead. "Do it, please?"

"Never," Akaza snapped, his voice laced with determination. "I would never trust him. He would gladly devour you, and I refuse to be blind to his feigned emotions."

You shivered and moved closer to Akaza, looking at Douma over your shoulder.

Akaza pressed himself against you, nuzzling affectionately and applying a gentle squeeze.

Douma, expressing annoyance, drew nearer and enveloped you in a hug as well. "Ignore Akaza-dono's remark, I would never consume you. Is your fever resurfacing, my dear?"

"I think it's coming back."

"Allow me to assist you," Douma murmured softly, his icy cold hand gently resting upon your forehead.

In response, a contented hum escaped your lips, prompting a smile to grace Akaza's face. "Well, well. It seems you have some utility, icicle."

Douma's brows furrowed in mock annoyance. "I shall conveniently ignore that remark," he retorted.

"Boys, please, behave... It feels so good, though," you mumbled, snuggling with both Akaza and Douma.

The two demons exchanged glances, silently acknowledging their shared goal of ensuring your swift recovery. For the moment, they chose to remain quiet, allowing you the peaceful rest you needed.

As you shifted to your other side, your embrace found its way to Douma, seeking comfort and solace in his presence. In a surprising display of unity, both demons disregarded their mutual animosity and embraced you, their shared desire to see you regain your strength overriding any personal differences.

In that moment, nestled in their caring arms, they resolved to do whatever it took to expedite your healing. The intensity of their mutual commitment surpassed their inherent disdain for each other, highlighting the depth of their concern and love for you.

Despite the complexities of their relationship, their focus remained unwavering: your well-being. They vowed to provide the support and care you needed, disregarding any animosity or rivalry that might have existed between them.

In the face of adversity, their shared dedication became a powerful force, driving them to put aside their differences and work together for your sake. They understood that healing required unity and cooperation, and they were determined to deliver just that.

With you nestled between them, they offered their combined warmth and comfort, a symbol of their unwavering commitment to your recovery. It was a moment where their shared purpose eclipsed any animosity, and their collective efforts would serve as a testament to their deep affection for you.

As you drifted into a peaceful slumber, enveloped in their embrace, they silently vowed to do everything in their power to ensure your swift return to health. The demons were united by their love for you, and they were willing to set aside their differences to see you restored to full vitality once more.

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rengoku-tiredtimes · 2 years

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hello! if requests are open, then i have one for you!

hcs of genya shinazugawa with a child!reader (platonic) where genya saved the child from a demon and the child locked on to him and literally claimed him as his father. now the child is following him like a duckling all around n calling him dad, refusing to leave him alone, grabbing his leg and sitting on his foot to try and stop him from leaving for a mission, etc. do whatever you want!

hope you have a good day/night!

Father Figure

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I did what he did after saving you, reaction to you calling him Papa, some reactions from other slayers, and things you two do together! Thank you for being my first request Dear <3 [Gn! Reader]

Genya Shinazugawa

Once he saved you he decided to take you to a nearby Healing Place for demon slayers [Forgot what they're called lmao]

But he'd have you stay with him in the same room, the doctors bringing Genya some child close and toys

Specifically a little Duckling Plushie for you

Once he and you are all healed, he tried to take you back to the village he thought you were from

But once he got there, and asked around, he figured out that you didn't live there

Or you didn't have any family that lived there

So deciding to take you to the orphanage, Genya began to make his way toward it

But the thing was

Once he got there

He wasn't able to get you off of his leg

Resulting in him just taking you back to the compound, specifically the Butterfly Estate so he could get some help

And on the way back, he had noticed you clinging to him and trying to copy his movements

It warmed his heart so much-

Genya let out a sigh, staring down at your pouting form. "Y/n, I have to go on this mission."

"NO!"

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he muttered something under his breath. Reaching down, he grabbed the back of your shirt and tried to pry you off of his leg.

Keyword tried.

"Y/n I'm going to be late!"

"I. Don't. Care!"

Tears welled up in your eyes as you clung to his leg tighter.

"I want Papa to stay with me!"

It got quiet as you said that, Genya tensing up. Looking up at him cautiously, you saw a bright blush on his face as steam came out of his ears—his eyes swirled as he slumped sideways.

"KYAAAAAA—PAPAS TURNED PINK!!"

Now when Sanemi found out

Oh boy

He was so confused for a second like

"Did I miss something?" "When did you get a girlfriend-" "Was it a one-time thing?" "What the fuck iS HAPPENING-"

After he got his shit together [and Genya explained] he tck-ed and walked away

You just stared confused for a second before asking

"Whos he? He doesn't seem very nice"

Genya just stayed quiet and picked you up, walking away

Rengoku and Mitsuri love you to bits

When they first met you Mitsuri yelled about how cute you are and smuggled you with so much love [poor Genya was shocked]

While Rengoku questioned Genya on some things, making him answer him shyly [sweet baby :( <3]

Spoiling you with food and toys non-stop

Genya has to stop them, but it fails cause his voice is so small and scared :(

He's terrified and confused cause why are the hashira talking to him-

But then Mitsuri told him to come over for dinner and he just

Genya.ex has stopped working

Poor baby is overwhelmed with anxiety and shit

But he goes anyways cause you looked so happy :(

"Thank you again for inviting us over Kanroji-Sama" Genya said quietly, not looking the pillar in the eyes.

"Of course! You and Y/n are welcome anytime!" Mitsuri responded, setting another plate of food on the table.

She had made a whole buffet for dinner, obviously really excited to have you and Genay over. It looked really good.

"Thank you Ms. 'Anroji!" Pronouncing her last name was a bit hard for you. But it always brought a huge smile to her face.

"KYAAA YOU'RE SO CUTEEEE~!!"

Now when Genya has free time, he always hangs out with you

Taking you shopping, to get food, teaching you how to swim, etc.

It doesn't matter where you go or what you two do, he just loves hanging out with you

However, you won't go anywhere with Mr. Fluff, the duck you got when he first saved you

It goes everywhere with you and it is absolutely adorable

It has tea parties with you, where Genya is also attending [where you do his makeup and hair]

Painting sessions with you, where Genya has to wash Mr. Fluff the Duck after [He also hangs up the paintings in the house]

"PAPA!"

Jumping up from the couch, Genya rushed towards your room—gun in hand. Had something happen to you? Why did you yell? Fear was in your voice when you yelled-What happened?

Bursting into your room, finger on tricker he yelled. "What happened?! Are you ok?!"

The room was quiet, the only thing heard was your sniffles.

"Mr. Fluff the Duck got paint on him" You whimpered.

Genya choked on his air, falling to his side comedically.

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mushroomly · 11 months

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hi! I am not totally sure how to request...but I'll do my best! What about Douma with a reader who likes to do his hair? Braid it, put flowers in it, etc. I just imagine him going to the Upper moon meeting with his hair done by reader, and everyone else's reactions (especially akaza lol)

a/n: this is perfect! I love specific rqs bc they’re so much easier, so this was great! I love Douma sm

Tws: fluff

gn reader, not proofread

- He absolutely loves affection

- and his hair

- affection +hair?

- Douma is very happy

- it calms him

- like, you’ll be in bed cuddling

- and you’ll just be playing with his hair

- he’ll nuzzle his head into your hand

- and purr like a cat

- Happy Douma hours

- One day, you decided to go out to the meadow to pick flowers

- let’s say that you know Douma is a demon

- u don’t mind tho

- anyway, you collected the flowers

- after making a flower crown for yourself and him you went back to the cult

- with a basket of flowers

- you had Douma sit down and surprised him by braiding flowers into his hair and “crowning” him with the flower crown

- he was delighted (like actually, not fake delighted)

- little did u know he had an upper moon meeting (had you known, you’d still have done it)

- Douma gets biwa’d in

- he’s still all flowery

- akaza sees him and is like

- ”Dude”

- He grumbles something about

- “Princess douma and his army of fairies”

- then cackles at his own joke (he’s definitely the type of guy to laugh at his own jokes)

- anyway

- meeting goes as usual

- muzan is questioning

- kokushibo doesn’t care

- Hantengu is scared

- gyokko considers it “art”

- dakis jealous bc douma is prettier than her

- gyuutaro is jealous bc douma is pretty

- once he gets home, he immediately goes to see you

- “i look beautiful darling! Thank you!”

- doumas hair is really soft and silky

- its really nice

- playing with his hair while you sit in his lap at a meeting

- playing with his hair as you fall asleep

- he loves you, and everything you do :)

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ninapi · 8 months

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┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺╚══ Fireflies ╝

Premise: Haganezuka gets a marriage proposal from one of the elders of the village, marrying was a must for those in the Swordsmith's village, self preservation of the clan and its techniques was absolutely mandatory. He hated the idea to his very core, to say the least.

Word count: 3544

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Amongst all the preparations of the corps to beat Muzan, came the craftsmanship of the Nichirin swords, an art that had been passed from generation to generation to this day.

Haganezuka Hotaru, had the honor, some would say, to craft every single one of Tanjiro’s swords, even if the last one wasn’t his own creation, thanks to him it was in fighting conditions.

Though, this also meant one thing, now that the sword was ready he had a lot of free time since his mountain training was over as well, the sword had been officially delivered to its owner and he had just one eye left, even if he wasn’t completely sure of how all that actually happened.

Tecchin, the village’s chief and his father figure called upon him a lovely afternoon.

He thought he was being summoned for tea and sweets, as that’s usually the only reason to call him there, but that was far from the truth this time.

He was rewarded with the promised mitarashi dango set, yet tea time was not the reason for his summoning.

“Hotaru, you are to marry next full moon.” a mochi ball got stuck in his throat making him cough loudly in order to save his own life.

“WhAT?”

“You heard me, boy. It was decided already, you will marry the great granddaughter of the previous chief. I wanted her for Gantetsu, but it appears she prefers you instead. It is your duty to take her hand in marriage, it’s final.”

“But why me? What do you mean she prefers me? Why was I an option? Does she know I don’t want any part in this? Does she even know what she’s getting herself into? Tell me where she lives! I will make her regret her decision!” he was hyperventilating at this point, smoke coming out of his mask, the elder getting ready to face one of his angry outbursts.

“I do not know why she would prefer a crazy boar like you, but it is a fact that cannot be changed. You can ask her all those questions yourself; she should be here any second now.” the man was trying to calm himself down by chewing on some more treats, he needed his head clear, otherwise he would get sucked into this situation without an exit path.

You did arrive a few minutes after his statement, proving your eagerness. The kimono you were wearing was beyond expensive, your hair up beautifully decorated with the finest hairpins, and your makeup had been clearly done by someone who knew what they were doing.

You looked like a doll, one to keep on display for all the village to look at and brag. Or at least that was the impression Hotaru got the moment you stepped into the tatami matted room, definitely not someone who should be interested in a man like him.

“(Y/N), my dear, please sit with us. Do you like mitarashi dango? I got these from the famous shop down the street, they’re Hotaru’s favorite treat.” the mentioning of his name got him restless once more, he had so many questions but also just wanted this whole thing to end so he could go back to his lone training in his room.

“I do, Tecchin-sama. You’re very kind.” stretching a hand over to grab one of the sweetened treats, you smiled in his direction. He just couldn’t believe the audacity of this woman, you weren’t just taking his time with your ridiculous expectations but were also eating his food.

“I informed Hotaru of the ceremony and its date, I will leave you two alone so you can get to know each other.” you just nodded in appreciation, bowing to the elder as he exited the room, plainly excited to finally have some alone time with your future husband.

“Woman, what is this about? I’ve never seen you in my life, why is it you wanna marry me?” the question caught you off guard, you knew you would have to address the matter at some point, you just wished it wasn’t this soon, you tried your best to look presentable and get in his good side, yet that didn’t seem to be the case.

“I- well, I have seen you around…” your voice turned softer, uncertainty could be felt from your words but also an unexplained amount of warmth came along.

“You’ve seen me around? That’s it? Have you not seen any other men ever or what’s your deal?” you could see his frustration growing by the second, you were aware of his bad temper and wanted to avoid triggering him yourself, especially on your first official meeting, though it seemed you also failed at that.

“No, no. That’s not it. I…” sitting up straighter, you left behind the sticky sweets to fully convey your thoughts and show him your resolution filled heart, it was now or never. “I saw you when you were training in the mountains. I was there myself in isolation, trying to cure the restlessness of my soul. You see, my family had been trying to get me to marry someone for a good decade now and it just never worked. But I was the problem, not them.” this piqued his interest, so he just remained quiet, listening without making any sort of commentary.

“They never interested me; I just couldn’t see myself marrying men like them. My father was so angry that he sent me to the mountains to reflect on my behavior. That’s when I saw you. Your extreme rigorous training, you were so focused you didn’t even notice I was sitting beside you one day.” racking his brain he is certain he didn’t see any woman at all while training, this was concerning to a degree.

“To me it was a wonderful sight, all that determination, that concentration, that urgency to become better, those muscles….” the last part was nearly over a whisper, yet he heard it loud and clear, the tips of his ears burning at the little piece of information gained.

“So, when Tecchin-sama and the elders came up with the proposal to marry his son, I just picked the son that managed to interest me instead of the one who was being offered. I also happened to be around to see how you were bleeding everywhere and kept on sharpening that blade for the young lad after the attack, it was so alluring and ugh, yeah…you know…” he could see your blush shinning brightly even under the layers of fancy makeup you were wearing.

He was definitely not prepared for such a confession; he was more than ready to not only turn you down but make a scene just to make sure you’d hate him. He wasn’t so sure if he wanted to go the route anymore, though.

“So, you’re physically attracted to me? Is that it? You haven’t even seen my face. What if I’m an ugly bastard?”

“Oh, but I saw it…though, even if you were…I’ve never seen someone so determined and with such a strong nature. That would be enough for me, since I’m considering traits that I want in a husband.” you were giving him a soft smile, one that made him shuffle on his seat cushion. He’s used to people yelling at him, disrespecting him, being complete dicks to him, but he was most certainly not used to this softness.

“You don’t know me, woman. I don’t get along with others, I prefer to be on my own and some say I have a bad character. Surely this isn’t what you want in a husband, rethink your decision, nobody would blame you for leaving me, I’m a lost cause anyways, nobody expects me to get married.”

“Haganezuka-sama, could you please stop insulting me? I know what I want ok? I like you, is that so hard to believe?”

You were both now standing, facing each other equally enraged by each claim, “Oh you think I’m insulting you? You haven’t gotten a sample of it yet even, prepare yourself, you have no idea what you signed up for, you…you ugly pigheaded woman!” his mask was fogging up with the steam he was blowing out of his nose, completely deranged at this point.

But you…

Oh…you were mad, alright.

How dare he call you such an awful thing after all the time you invested in dolling yourself up for him, this was outrageous.

He was screaming nonsense in your direction, a bad headache coming its way up your frontal lobe.

That’s when you saw your chance.

You’ve heard it from others in the tavern downtown, tickling this man was the only way to get him to shut up, that was his weakest point, an adorable one at that.

Tackling him to the ground, you sat on his hips, pinning him down with one hand on his chest, the other tickling his side at an insane speed.

He was so overwhelmed by the entire thing that his breathing became ragged quite fast, his strength quickly declining, giving you the chance to lift the mask off his face.

When he had your own so close to his, he could see the remaining tracks of angry tears down your beautiful face. It seems like he really hurt your feelings with his harsh words, and honestly that’s what he wanted to accomplish, but seeing your effort so up close made him feel bad for ruining everything.

Not only your clothing and hair accessories were probably bought for this encounter alone, he could see the amount of time getting in so many things must have taken, how your makeup was now ruined due to him, how even if you were tickling him and making him laugh to his death as a result, your expression was one of pain.

“I don’t have a pig face….” you were mumbling in between sniffs, your hands coming to a halt when you noticed his eye trained on your face. “You don’t….”

He sighed, getting you off of him gently, still trying to regain his breath. “Do you really want to, you know…marry me? Even when I’m like this?”

You nodded, wiping your face of any watery remains, “You’re the only man I’ve ever considered for my future. Am I…not to your liking…?” your eyes were on the floor, afraid of his response not being what you had hoped for.

“Ugh…you’re not half bad I guess, but how can I marry someone I don’t know? I get it, you’ve seen me around, you seem to know a lot about me, but I know nothing about you besides what I just gathered on your crazy stalkerish behavior.” his wording made you chuckle, the sadness filling your chest moving away on its own accord.

“Would you consider it after a few dates?” he groaned, reaching over for his discarded mask, covering his face with it once more.

“Just don’t make it awkward…you know where I live.” getting up, he headed over to his room, a weird feeling of expectation invading his confused self.

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When you asked him to consider your offer after going in a few dates, he honestly thought you’d be pestering him about it the very next day, yet it’s been a week since your last encounter and he hadn’t heard a word from you.

Tecchin thought his boy had ruined everything as usual, so he himself went to check on you, to try to convince you to take his actual son instead.

To his surprise, you were covered in rice flour from head to toe when he arrived at your residence, trying to master the art of pounding it into mochi.

Saying he was confused was an understatement, he thought you’d be heartbroken hiding away in a corner of the house, but you were very much busy, determination covering your face, it reminded him of Hotaru when he’s working, and so, he began to understand your line of thought when choosing a husband.

“(Y/N) dear, what on earth are you doing?”

“Oh, Tecchin-sama!! Sorry I didn’t see you there, I’ve been a bit busy. Who knew mitarashi dangos were so complicated to prepare.” so that’s what you were doing, he thought you’d been chasing chickens in the kitchen and had fallen into a sack of flour, that’s what you looked like at least.

“Why don’t you just buy them from the specialty store near my house?”

“Well, I wanted to show Haganezuka-sama I can be a good wife, so I thought of learning how to prepare his favorite dish, honestly I didn’t expect it to be this hard, but it’s been fun, I’m confident this batch will meet his expectations.” Tecchin was moved to tears, he’s never thought someone would be willing to go this far for that silly adoptive son of his, maybe you were really the one.

“I’m sure they’ll be perfect, dear. Please stop by the house to say hello when your done. Even if he denies it, I can see how restless Hotaru is, he’s most likely thinking you gave up on him.”

“I would never! I’ll go get myself ready as soon as the sauce is fully cooked!” knowing he was grumpy on your account made you smile to yourself, he’s so adorable, you wondered how nobody has noticed this as of yet, it’s so obvious to you it’s painful.

Thankfully, the treats ended up being better than you had expected, the sauce sweetened to perfection, the mochi gooey as it should be, the golden color from it indicated they had been cooked to perfection.

For your visit though this time you opted for a more relaxed fit, you wanted him to see you for who you really are and not some kind of kimono shop mannequin for sale. A pale pink yukata with scattered white lilies on the bottom, a soft braid threaded with wild flowers and only a bit of lip tint as makeup.

To any, you looked pretty ordinary, but when Haganezuka opened the door to your calling, his mask fell from his face on its own.

It was amusing how you looked even more beautiful with clearly less effort. If you looked like a doll before, you looked like some sort of goddess now, those you see painted in temples.

The natural glow of your skin, the rosy accent on your plush lips, the seemingly wild look the small flowers on your hair gave you, it was a bit too much for his brain to function properly. To this day, not even a single woman had caused this sort of reaction from this man, not even the ones from the red district, a day to remember for history books, the day Haganezuka Hotaru broke.

“Haganezuka-sama? Is something wrong?” he was just there flabbergasted while holding the door knob, looked like he was in some sort of trance-like state.

“Boy are you gonna let her go in or are you gonna keep her outside all evening? A storm is coming.” the warning seemed to snap him out of the weird feeling in his stomach, moving a side to let you in and quickly closing the door behind you, keeping his father’s prying eyes at bay.

“I apologize for taking this long, I wanted to bring a gift for you, but I didn’t know how to make it, so it took a while to master it.” your quiet fit of giggles made that awkward feeling creep back into his gut, his chest tightening, could it be possible he was going to have a heart attack just now? Man, what a pathetic way of dying…

You handed him a medium sized container, carefully wrapped in a beautiful cloth.

A gasp left his lips at the sight of way too many delightful balls of gooey goodness. “You made them yourself-?”

“I did. Hopefully they will be to your liking.”

Without wasting any time he dived in for a taste of what he assumes love tasted like. He’s eaten mitarashi dangos all his life but they’ve never been this good. He heard an old lady once saying love is what makes food taste good, guess she was right.

“Are they…good…?” he just nodded pushing a couple more into his mouth, causing you to giggle. “Take it easy, they’re all yours, nobody will take them away from you.” you leaned closer, gently removing the excess sauce from the corners of his mouth with a napkin.

Nobody’s ever been this intimate with him before, what he thought was weird though was how it almost felt natural, like this was just how things should be.

The container was soon emptier than you’ve ever seen it, he even licked the remains of sauce from it, leaving it sparkly clean.

His lazy bum was laying belly up on the tatami mat, trying his best to digest the enormous amount of sweets he just had. “You know? I made that many for them to last you an entire week. They lasted what, ten minutes?” the fond look you were giving him was making his belly hurt even more.

You noticed his discomfort and moved closer to his side, one of your hands reaching over to rub his swollen belly in adoration.

“I don’t get you, woman.”

“Would you stop calling me that? I have a name…” naming things make it hard to let them go later, that’s why he avoids calling others by their actual names.

“Then, I don’t get you, (Y/N)….” hearing your name falling from his lips felt foreign yet wonderfully, it made you smile.

“What is there to understand?”

“You’re too nice for a man like me…I don’t think I can give you what you want.”

“And what is it that I want?” the suggestive tone you were using was clouding his judgement, seems like he was a man after all.

��Well I don’t know…a husband?”

You shook your head, looking into his eyes, “I never wanted a husband, my father was the one that wanted me married with a prominent house, I on the other side, just want you.”

“So you don’t want to marry me then?” the disappointment lacing his words surprised the both of you, he didn’t know when it happened but he didn’t hate you that much anymore.

“Of course I do, silly. But I don’t want to marry you just because I want a husband. I want to marry you because I like you, because I want to spend the rest of my days with you…”

“Just because I have muscles now?” that made you laugh, opting to lay beside him on the floor, still rubbing his indigestion away.

“The muscles are just a bonus, I like your grumpy self a bit too much. Even if I have to tickle you on daily basis. But look! I’ve been here for a while now and I haven’t had to do it at all.”

“I guess you’re tolerable…”

“Does that mean you like me too? I wasn’t sure if you’d prefer me in formal dressing, or-“ he stopped your babbling by holding your face up by your chin, your eyes meeting his instantly. “I prefer you like this. You look real now, not like some sort of princess.” his honesty caught you off guard, the warmth of his hand sending tingles down your body.

“Well, I like you better like this too, without that mask and head wrap…relaxed and by my side…” you chuckled, nuzzling your face against his palm.

“Even if I have just one eye now?”

“I think it suits you, it gives you this mysterious look. I always thought guys with scars were hot, they’re like battle trophies, proof of how strong they are.” your fingers were gently caressing the severed eyelid, with such a gentle touch almost freezing the man to his spot.

“So next moon…”

“Wait, wait! I thought you wanted more dates before making a decision…” panicking, you sat up, worried you had taken too long learning the new skills needed in order to satisfy him and had lost your chances.

“Why wait? The old man is driving me crazy and those dangos gave you some extra points, I don’t think I need to think this further. If I have to marry someone, might as well take a woman this dedicated and effortlessly beautiful…” his last words were all slurred together in embarrassment, making your heart run wild within your bodily cavities.

He reached for your hand pulling you back down beside him, he already missed your belly rubs and not even five minutes had passed.

Maybe getting married wasn’t such a bad idea. Maybe he should start paying attention to the outside world some more, he almost missed on this without noticing at all.

And maybe, just maybe, his heart was as happy as yours to finally find its other half.

The lonely firefly in the pond finally shone its brightest the moment he found his one and only match.

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angelltheninth · 4 months

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reqs....are.......open? then, i humbly ask for a darling that loves sitting in laps.

if they're allowed to sit in someone's lap they're content to just sit there for hours in complete and utter bliss

any characters will work!

Back! Get back! No biting!

Pairing: Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Inosuke, Tengen x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, kissing, cuddles, teasing, being flustered, playful biting

A/N: A little Demon Slayer cause I just got another request for them too.

Tanjiro waits for you to get comfortable before wrapping both of his arms around you and sighing contently against your neck. Between his constant training and all the missions you have to go on he more then welcomes calm moments like this where you can relax in each other's company. Likes to nuzzle against you, he picked that up from Nezuko but don't tell her she already teases him about how affectionate he is when he's with you. He holds you extra tight against him if you were on different missions and didn't get to see each other.

Zenitsu goes as still as a board when you casually sit in his lap like it's no big deal and the best thing that's happened to him today. Slowly though he begins to lean forward to place his chin on your shoulder and ask you about your day. He likes the small talk, it helps him calm down and also keeps him from not freaking out about having you this close. Really hopes you can't hear how fast his heart is beating against his chest. His kiss against your cheek is lightning fast, you barely feel it but you hear his little yelp when you whisper you'd like another one.

Inosuke grabs hold of you as soon as you sit down in his lap. Now you're trapped and you're not going anywhere! That was your plan? Oh. Well he thought of it first, so he wins either way. He's not the type to sit still doing nothing for long so he's not gonna leave you alone when he has you this close to him. Your neck is gonna look like it's been attacked when he's done with it, many bite marks running from one side to the other, then covered by licks and kisses as you squirm in his lap. If you didn't want to get teased you really shouldn't have sat down.

Tengen grins against your neck as he places his hands on your thighs and begins to slowly kiss your neck. He's not wanting to start anything, he's only looking to help you relax a bit better and he knows his kisses always do the trick. But if you turn your head and get one on the lips he might turn this into something more then relaxing, that's all up to you though, he's happy to spend some one-on-one time with you doing nothing but cuddling and exchanging slow, passionate kisses.

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xxsabitoxx · 2 years

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I Hate Him

✧.* Sanemi x reader

╰┈➤ note: just saw the cutest soul x maka TikTok and it made me wanna write something related to the audio that had been paired with the video, so here we are.

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“I can’t stand him!” You groaned, flopping back on your stiff mattress. Shinobu just shook her head, typing away at an essay she had due in a few days. “It’s absolutely unbearable!” You whined again, kicking your feet wildly while banging your fists into your pillow. “Why is that?” Shinobu sounded disinterested but you knew it was just because she was typing.

“I can’t stand his face! His stupid scars and his hideous smile.” You wailed, huffing dramatically as Shinobu nodded for you to continue. “I can’t stand his muscles, the way he loves to show off his body and toned chest. I can’t stand the way his hair effortlessly falls into place!” Shinobu nodded, erasing a sentence and retyping it as you continued.

“I hate his fucking cold personality! The way it’s nothing more than a mask! The fact that he’s actually so damn considerate and mild!” You turned to your back, staring at the ceiling as Shinobu hummed for you to continue. “I hate that he’s such a good big brother! I mean come on he cares about his mom and siblings! He even chose to commute instead of live here to help his mom out!” Shinobu chuckled, indenting her next paragraph and hitting save as you continued to rant.

“He’s so fucking annoying—“ you froze mid-rant, a knock at your door completely interrupting you. “Coming!” You slid off your bed and over to the door. After a soft click you pulled it open. “Ready to go?” He smiled at you, having listened to your whole rant from the other side of the door. “Absolutely.” You smiled at your boyfriend, taking his hand and yelling a goodbye to Shinobu as you shut the door. “My smile is that hideous?” Sanemi chuckled as you nodded.

“I can’t stand you, you know that? You make my chest feel all weird.” You leaned into his side as you made your way down the hall. “I believe that’s called love, y/n.” Sanemi laughed as you groaned, nearly putting all of your body weight on him. “I guess… that would make sense.”

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anime-fan-05 · 20 days

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マルティナさん！無惨様ために脳内設定ヘッドカノンデートしても大丈夫か？ありがとう!💗

Kimetsu no Yaiba ~General dating headcanon~

Manga/anime: Kimetsu no Yaiba

Warnings: nothing

K. Muzan

You're very special if Muzan noticed you: probably, either you're a very powerful demon or, if you're a human, he thought you were a very interesting element. Either way, though, you managed to get his attention, and now he won't let you go

Muzan will probably always remember your first kiss: it was a very breezy night, and you two were returning to your house; the wind blew your hair in front of your eyes, he gently moved it and, before you two knew it, your lips were already together

If you're a human, your dates with Muzan are indoors: either, if he's with you at night, you two cuddle in your bed and sleep together, even if he isn't sleeping (he's often lying watching you), or sometimes you go out for a walk (he stays very close to you so that no demon dares to come near you); if it's day, you two spend your entire day together (for example, you stay close to him while he's working). If you're a demon, however, he spends all his time with you: during the day he makes you stay close to him while he works on his experiments; at night you two either take a walk or stand together in the moonlight and chat

Muzan's first love languages are two: quality time and gifts. Regarding the first, he's a very busy person, so he really likes having you either close to him or on his lap while he's working on his experiments; many times he says you distract him, but in reality he loves it. Instead, regarding the second, precisely since he doesn't have too much time to dedicate to you (in fact, he often goes out in the morning when it's still dark and comes back very late), he often gives you small gifts, especially jewels, he's found in the shops or stalls he's passed by; he often comes back to you with a gift in his hand, saying: "I saw this and it reminded me of you."

Muzan is a classic guy, so he uses classic nicknames, like "dear" or "my dear". When he's particularly affectionate that's almost never he also calls you "love", "my love" or "darling". Only once he used a different name: one day, you almost risked losing your life, so he ran to you and held you. He then said: "Tsuma (wife), don't you dare do it again."

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demoiselettes · 2 years

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Lovestruck !

ʚ♡ɞCategory: fluff, sweet, sweet romance<3

ʚ♡ɞPairing(s): Sabito x reader/ Sanemi x reader/ Tanjiro x reader/ Zenitsu x reader

ʚ♡ɞWarning(s)/note(s): Fem! Reader, Sabito is alive pls we can’t have him dead all the time c’mon, cursing for Sanemi’s part

ʚ♡ɞ A/n: Just our loves being love-struck dorks! Finally some Tanjiro and Zenitsu on this blog! They needed the love<3 ya girl is a sucker for romance-filled oneshots/drabbles because the guy she is crushing on is a fictional character, typical stuff. Enjoy!

Sabito

•Imagine this guy having a crush on you.

•But not just any crush, he is so utterly in love with you, that it scares even him because he cannot, for the love of him, even explain the way he loses focus on everything when you’re around him.

•He’d try to push his feelings away because he is a Demon Slayer and his training and job demand utmost concentration.

•Before you start dating, he’d be a little scared or nervous to go on paired missions with you because the way his hands are sweating and trembling on his sword—due to the knowledge that the love of his life is right behind him, following him and keeping him company—cannot be good to kill demons.

•Honestly though, even if he died because of you, he wouldn’t really mind. At least it was you.

•Sabito being Sabito wouldn’t hesitate to act on his feelings because in his mind, a real man speaks his mind, or in his case, his heart.

•So don’t expect to wait for a long time before a confession smacks you in the face.

•He’s rather quiet around you. You might think he isn’t fond of you because of this since he is usually pretty loud and talkative to everyone else, specially Giyuu and Tengen.

•But when you approach him, a little switch goes off inside of him.

•The jokes stop, the pestering and pranking fade away and he only returns your queries with short answers and curt nods.

•He may or may not wear his mask more whenever you’re around.

•Because why would he ever allow you to see his red visage?

•Though it is worth mentioning that he only ever acts like this because in his mind, he does not have a chance with you. So he’d rather not let you see how completely smitten he is.

•After you both start dating, he’d be the boldest man on Earth. How could he ever hide his relationship with you? He loves you so, so much and he is proud of it, of you.

•He talks about you so much to his fellow pillars(mostly Tengen and Giyuu, again) that they have to tell him to shut up at one point. (Though Mitsuri finds your relationship so gosh-darn cute she cannot help but fan herself and turn a little red whenever Sabito speaks so fondly of you and only encourages him further to speak what is in his heart.)

•When you had just started dating, Giyuu gave your shoulder a soft little pat and wished you luck. Boi knows what it is like to deal with Sabito.

•He’d do anything, and i mean anything for you

•He treats you like you’re a fragile glass sculpture and sometimes you have to wack him on the head and remind him that you are a Demon Slayer.

•Speaking of Demon Slaying, he wouldn’t be fond to have you in the corps due to the possibility of you getting heavily injured or-God forbid-dying.

•He would try to reason with you gently and patiently to get you to leave the corps but if you refuse, he won’t impose himself on you.

•Instead, he’d train you more and hone your skills to perfection so that you’d be able your hold your own in battle and come back to him alive and without a scratch.

•Everytime you leave for a mission, he makes sure you have wisteria on you and enough first-aid supply to help a small group.

•He hates watching you leave, kissing you farewell like his life depends on it because he doesn’t know when or if you’ll come back.

•He tells himself that you are strong and that doubting you would mean he doesn’t trust you, but his love for you is stronger than the rational side of him and he always ends up worrying himself a bunch even though he hides it well to not make you worried.

Sabito leaned back to support himself with his hands, seated on the wooden engawa of the Estate. He was never one to simply relax even on a day off and make as if people weren’t dying left and right from demon attacks. But as he took in the beautiful weather—the sun warming his face and the fluffy clouds overhead passing by lazily—and the even more beautiful sight next to him, he thought that maybe he should allow himself to relax more often.

He glanced at you out of the corners of his eyes. Your eyes were droopy and your breathing had becoming soft and light. He let a grin appear on his face while his left hand lifted up to gently flick your forehead.

“Sleepy?”

“Hmm,” you couldn’t muster up too much of an elaborate answer from how heavy your mind felt with the urge to doze off and truthfully, you only half-registered what he said. But you smiled lazily when you felt warm arms wrapping around your waist and lifting you up. The moment you were positioned on his lap, you let your head rest on his chest. Now it was even harder for you to remain awake. You wanted to stay conscious to spend the day with your lover, but being wrapped up in his embrace with his chin resting lightly on top of your head with his fingers gently running through your hair was beginning to lull you to sleep faster than the medicated water Shinobu made you drink whenever she patched up your wounds after your missions.

“Love you..” you breathed out, your voice slightly slurred and barely audible but the words reached his ears anyway and had you not already been snoring away, you would have noticed the way his hold on you tightened ever so slightly and felt his lips on your forehead.

“I love you, too.” He whispered, head dipping down to press his lips to your ear. “I love you more than you can imagine.”

And once again, with you bundled up in his arms, in his haori, he told himself that days off like these should become more frequent.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

•Much like Sabito, he hates anything that interferes with his goal: that being the eradication of demons.

•Unlike Sabito, he will actually treat you harshly, in the beginning at least.

•When i say ‘harshly’ i don’t mean that he’ll become physically violent, oh no he’d sooner die than lay a finger on you, but he will act slightly more..rude to you.

•In truth, he is completely enamored with you. And when he finally realizes that he may or may not have caught feelings one lovely afternoon while he was polishing his sword and his mind kept thinking back to you, he was floored.

•Only then does he realize why he could never keep his eyes off you while you speak even if it isn’t with him, or when you are sparring or fighting. Or just breathing.

•But he doesn’t believe that love is meant for him. He hopes that Genya will leave the corps and find someone he loves and settle down with a family of his own, but Sanemi himself doesn’t have time for that.

•So he’ll try to distance himself from you, believing that if he interacts with you less, his feelings might eventually die down.

•Spoiler alert: they don’t. And now you are left with a very on edge Sanemi who is constantly worried about your well-being because he hasn’t seen you in a bit and who can’t even give training his all.

•Honestly, you’ll be in such a very confusing situation. He’ll constantly push you away and ignore you, but he’ll also fret over the smallest details of if you have eaten, if the bags under your eye look a little too prominent, if you’re tiring yourself out..

•Expressing himself emotionally isn’t his forte because he had an abusive father growing up and though his mother was a wonderful lady, she was always working to make ends meet while Sanemi himself had to take care of his younger siblings, so he never had time to properly learn how to love.

•He does know the basics though, and once he finally comes to term with his feelings, he realizes how futile it is to push you away.

•Once it becomes apparent that maybe you do reciprocate his feelings, he doesn’t waste his time in telling you about his. Don’t expect it to be too romantic, but he will try his hardest to not get too flustered and to look for the correct words.

•He might even bring you a a bouquet of flowers!

•After you start dating, he’ll soften up a bit.

•He won’t flaunt his relationship with you. It’s not that he is ashamed of it, he just won’t say anything if nobody asks. If someone does question it, he will affirm that yes he is courting you and everyone else better back tf off.

•Scary guard dog privileges Scary guard dog privileges!!

•No one dares to mess with you, whether he’s around or not because he will learn about it (he has his ways) and will make anyone who bothered you pay.

•He is a total sucker for whatever you do in general, but he loves it when you bathe with him.

•Setting aside the sexual implications, even though i can’t promise you he won’t do anything, he loves having you in the hotsprings with him and taking turns to wash each other’s backs or hair.

•It’s such an intimate moment for him, one which he thought he’d never get to experience, that he can’t help but be grateful.

•You are the only person who can touch his scars and when you do, he melts.

Sanemi huffed as steam rose from the water, warming his face uncomfortably and making him wrinkle his nose. He had his eyes closed but from somewhere near him, he could make out the gentle trickle of water and he knew it was you, either playing with the water or waddling around.

He kept his eyes closed, refusing to open them because he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop gawking at you if he did open them, and you’d never let him hear the end of it. But of course, his senses whirled in alarm as he felt the water around him move and the splashing sound got closer. He could feel you, too, even though you weren’t completely close to him. He wasn’t a pillar for no reason.

But what put him on edge was the fact that you didn’t speak. He didn’t hear anything, nor feel anything, all he could feel was your presence. What were you doing, just staring at him?

Reluctantly, he cracked an eye open and almost choked on his spit. You were right in front of him, staring up at him with the prettiest eyes he’d ever seen. You had such an innocent face, his heart hurt from how beautiful you were.

“Oi, quit doing that. You look weird,” he said instead, forcing himself to look away from your vulnerable state. You tilted your head to the side, blinking once.

“Sorry, did i make you uncomfortable? You just look so handsome..”

Ah, if only you knew the effect you had on him. Had he not known better, he would have booked an appointment with Shinobu for a heart check-up.

“You’re f*cking creepy.” He said finally, puffing air out of his nose. To others, he might have seemed menacing but you only giggled, a melodious sound to his ears.

If Sanemi could get drunk on your voice, he would.

“Sorry, ‘Nemi..i can’t help it. You’re really so cute..” your voice dropped by several octaves until it was barely a whisper.

He grumbled under his breath, ignoring the ball that lodged itself in his throat and raising a muscular arm up, nodding his chin towards it. “C’mon.”

It was nice how soft you were to the touch, cuddling against him while your fingers swirled the water gently. He could really get used to this.

Tanjiro Kamado

•What more can i say, you just scored yourself the sweetest lover!

•Tanjiro is no stranger to love as he had two loving parents growing up, and he knew they loved each other very much.

•He was aware of what love felt like and though he was slightly embarrassed to admit it, he did wish that after Muzan is defeated and Nezuko turned back into a human, he’d get to maybe marry someone whom he loves and settle down with a family.

•Of course with the responsibilities of being an older brother to three dorks a demon and being a Demon Slayer, he’d have to push those dreams aside. Then there was always the chance that he might die while on a mission.

•When you came into his life, he could have sworn the sun shone brighter, the sky was a bit more blue and the grass was greener.

•It seemed cliché and cheesy, but Tanjiro had been through so much and not once did he get time to properly breathe that when he met someone who came with a promise of love, he couldn’t help but fall hard.

•He would be so shy around you, but so chivalrous.

•He’d offer to patch up your wounds after a particularly hard mission and would try to get you to rest and take care of yourself.

•All in all, he’d be quite doting.

•With his heightened sense of smell, Tanjiro could pick up on your emotions with ease.

•He’d never try to invade your privacy, but the moment the smell of sadness or anger or despair starts looming over you like a dark cloud, he’d be there.

•He loves your signature smell, whether it be a perfume, whatever soap that you use, etc.. he’ll have it engraved in his mind and the moment he picks up on it, he’ll begin to look for you.

•He loves cooking with you, it feels like the domestic bliss that was snatched away from him.

•And of course, he loves watching you get along with Nezuko. The little cutie looks up to you as an older sister and Tanjiro approves 100%

Tanjiro patrolled the hallways of the Butterfly Estate. He had just arrived from a mission, exhausted, sleepy and most importantly, extremely [Name]-deprived. The only problem, however, was that after setting Nezuko’s box in the room where he was supposed to stay, he couldn’t find you anywhere. He walked into the sunlight to be greeted by Sumi, Naho and Kiyo. When questioned, they chirped that you were in the kitchen.

That was enough information. Quickly thanking them and spinning on his heels, he rushed back inside-heading straight for the kitchen. When he spotted you, you had draped on one of Aoi’s spare nurse uniforms over your own Demon Slayer uniform, back turned to him as you busied yourself with rolling up a rice ball.

His expression brightened so much, anyone would have thought Muzan had been defeated. He walked inside, his footsteps light. When he was finally behind you, he placed his hands on your shoulders.

“Good to see you, [Name]-san, those smell really good,”

He hadn’t meant to scare you but you had been so engrossed in not messing up the food that you hadn’t registered his arrival as you normally would have. This caused you to flinch and let go of the rice ball that was sandwiched between your hands and had it not been for Tanjiro’s fast reflexes,it would have splattered on the ground.

He broke a small piece from it and popped it in his mouth, humming in approval. Another chunk soon followed and he hovered it in front of your mouth, smiling so sweetly at the sight of your red cheeks and the way your fiddled with the little ribbon tied around your waist.

“Do you not like it when i feed you?” He pouted playfully, tilting his head to the side. That was enough to earn him a giggle and you finally allowed him to feed you the piece of onigiri.

“I’m glad you’re back safe, Tanjiro-kun,” you swallowed your food, internally praising yourself for the taste. “I was worried when you didn’t answer my letter..”

A huge boulder fell on his shoulder and he placed a warm hand on top of your head, patting it gently. “I’m sorry, i was helping out Inosuke and Zenitsu the entire way, and we couldn’t rest at a Wisteria Inn, but i was very happy to receive your letter, and i’m sorry for making you worry-“

When he felt your arms wrap around his waist, his cheeks flared up. You snuggled closer to him, head resting on his chest and is it just him or do you look even more adorable than usual? He quickly followed your actions, his own arms wrapping around your frame and pulling you closed to him. He knew that if ever the two of you were caught by Aoi or Shinobu, you’d be in for a scolding, but in that moment, he couldn’t help but gently and shyly lift your chin up and bend down to place his lips on yours.

Zenitsu Agatsuma

•He worships you. Do you find that surprising?

•All his life, Zenitsu had been on a quest to find love and though he did court a couple of girls, none of them had turned out to be real.

•Love he did find, but in the oddest place.

•The Demon Slayer Corps isn’t the best place to find women to court, but who was he to complain, when he stumbled upon you?

•The moment he saw you, he did what Zenitsu always does: he threw himself at you and begged for your hand in marriage.

•He had expected a lot of reactions: for you to be disgusted, for you to be afraid and to kick him, what he hadn’t expected was for you to gently pat his head with the kindest smile and to actually consider his proposal.

•When he had lifted his head to look at you, he was certain he was gazing at an angel.

•From then on, he did whatever be could to be around you as often as possible. He doesn’t hide the fact that he loves you, he openly displays his feelings.

•When he goes on missions, he tries to bring home gifts for you.

•Even a small flower, but he hates coming to you empty-handed, even if you reassure him that he doesn’t have to give you anything.

•He craves your touch and makes it a must to give you at least one hug daily. Though if you are not fond of physical contact, he’ll try to refrain from touching you to not make you uncomfortable.

• Zenitsu has an inferiority complex and he constantly thinks that he cannot be equal to Tanjiro or Inosuke.

•If you tell him that he has his own worth and that he doesn’t have to be a good swordsman to be equal to Tanjiro or Inosuke or to compare himself at all, he’ll be yours automatically.

•Marriage proposals everyday. I don’t make the rules.

•Everything you do is a blessing to him, he’s so, so smitten.

•He does get jealous pretty easily though. He trusts you a ton, but he is always so scared that someone else might woo you away because they are better than him.

•He takes you on dates whenever possible. His ideal date is a picnic with you, you feeding him fruits or peppering his face with kisses.

Zenitsu laughed when a kiss was pressed on his cheek. He was on cloud nine literally, if you squint hard enough, you might just make out small flowers floating around him.

He reached out to gently pinch his lover’s cheek, cooing at how soft it was to the touch and admiring the way her eyes lit up and her face split into a grin.

“[Name]-chan,” he began, “you’re so cute, i don’t think i can handle it!”

Of course he was lying. Even if he couldn’t handle it, he would because just how could he ever give up his precious gem? But he could handle it, and he was going to relish in every moment spent with his angel.

“Aw, i’m sorry, Zenitsu-kun, should i try to tone it down?” Your tone was equally as light and playful as his. Your cheeks hurt from smiling but Zenitsu was such a sweetheart !

Who would have thought of him as being daring enough to sneak you away to a picnic? Truth was, when it came to you, Zenitsu was daring enough to go against the Wind Pillar himself. He had brought along mochis filled with sweet bean paste, yet as he bit into one, he remarked that the filling was nowhere as sweet as you were.

Taking note of the small bits of sticky rice stuck near the corners of your lips, which you were blissfully unaware of, he was about to reach out to wipe them away with his thumb when a thought struck him. You looked up and wondered why your boyfriend was suddenly such a prominent shade of red and why his eyes were so wide. Zenitsu could hear your confusion and he bit his tongue to not squeal. Tentatively, he leaned closer to you, with each passing second increasing the tension in the air and when he was close enough for you to feel his warm breath fanning across your face, you had to swallow to to keep yourself calm. Then he placed his lips on the corner of yours, right where the pieces of rice were and you felt him lick them away.

When he pulled away, ecstatic yet frantic that he had managed to pull such a move, he stared at you to gauge a reaction out of you, afraid he might have crossed the limits, but the way you blushed so prettily and the rapid thuds your heart gave out told him that maybe he hadn’t messed up. He was, however, pretty alarmed when you slumped in his arms and the cry that left his mouth was enough to alert the entire Butterfly Estate.

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doumadono · 2 months

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Emergency order!

EMERGENCY ORDER!

Hi, it's been difficult for me lately because I've feeling a lot of emocional pain due to my anxiety and depression.Would you please do a Muzan helping S/n during a crisis thank you❤️ (Sorry for any mistakes english is not my first language)

Muzan & s/o struggling with emotional pain - headcanons

EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST

Muzan subtly observes the changes in your demeanor. He notices the shadows lingering in your eyes and the heaviness in your steps, prompting his concern.

Choosing a moment when you're alone after the Upper Moons' meeting, Muzan approaches with a gentle yet commanding presence. "You seem troubled, Y/N. Would you mind sharing what's on your mind?" he inquires, his crimson eyes reflecting a genuine interest in you situation.

As you begin to pour out your feelings, Muzan listens attentively. His expression remains composed. "Take your time," he assures, providing a rare display of patience, allowing you to continue to share your feelings at your own pace.

When you finish, Muzan responds with unexpected empathy. "I understand the pain you're facing."

Sensing your escalating anxiety, Muzan calmly guides you through a breathing exercise. "Inhale deeply, exhale slowly. Focus on the rhythm. It helps to ground yourself," he advises, a hint of concern in his usually composed voice.

"Even demons endure their share of internal turmoil. It's a part of existence. But acknowledging it is the first step toward overcoming," he admits, his gaze momentarily distant.

As the conversation progresses, Muzan offers a protective assurance. "You have strength within you. This storm will pass, and you will emerge resilient."

In the days that follow, Muzan subtly displays care. Little gestures of support — small yet significant actions that convey his genuine concern for your well-being, like rubbing your shoulder or checking upon you throughout the day.

Whenever you find yourself in need, Muzan becomes a reliable shoulder for you to lean on. You can approach him, pouring your heart out without the fear of judgment for what he might consider mortal stupid things. Instead, he listens attentively, offering comfort and genuine efforts to lift your spirits.

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oh-ohagi · 2 years

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As if I'd let you.

Synopsis: You asked him some hypotheticals, and now he wants you out of the corps.

Tags: Sanemi x reader, established-ish relationship, angst to fluff to angst to fluff

Content warning: Spoilers for Swordsmith Village Arc up to the Final Battle Arc, low key hot spring make out sesh, explicit language, mentions of death and blood, new style of breathing

Notes: Yay! My first fic is finally here! The idea first came to mind while I’m reading You Wouldn’t Last a Second, during the very hot hot spring scene. Sanemi is so hot that I want to see him in pain, but after writing this I immediately regret it because I just hurt myself. I also took some inspiration from the fic Turn of Events. Both fics are reaaaally good because they’re written by the amazing @xxsabitoxx. Go check them out, unless you’re a minor.

Word count: ~7k whew!

"Leave the corps."

"Hm–" your eyes widened and your chest felt tight as his words sinked into you, "w-what?"

"You should leave the slayer corps."

“Where… i-is this coming from?” you’re confused as to why he’s acting like this all of a sudden and demanding you to do such a thing. “L/N,” he dropped his hands and finally looked at you since you arrived, “I said get the fuck out of the demon slayer corps!”

Is that how weak you are? Are you really that weak?

“Uhm, L/N-san…”

Corps members lay there lying in their own blood because you couldn’t do your job well. It took you so long to behead the demon who wasn’t even one of the Twelve Kizuki to begin with.

“L/N-san,” you snapped out of your blaming thoughts, turning over to the kakushi who called your name, “are you alright?” The kakushi’s eyes looked very concerned as if you’re bleeding to death. “Yeah I’m good. I think the other corps members need you more.” You really can't help but blame yourself for their injuries. “But L/N-san, your forehead….” You wouldn’t believe it if not for the feeling of blood dripping from your chin which trails from the right side of your forehead. “Oh… you’re right. I’m actually bleeding.” Looking at your bloody hand that touched your bleeding forehead.

You were called there to provide backup and finish the task. It was suspected that a demon from the Twelve Kizuki is lounging on that edge of a small town, as to why groups of corps members failed to return and complete the mission. But it wasn’t. It was just a regular demon who was skilled at disguising itself and manipulating the minds of people.

Aside from the bleeding forehead, you were left with a broken katana after the fight. Debating in your head whether the demon was just really strong or that you were not just at your usual and best self.

“Thank you.” You smiled at the kakushi who tended to your wound. By this time, the sun has already risen, generously bathing you with sunlight. Almost everyone already left, on the way to the butterfly mansion for further treatment.

“Aren’t you going back with us, L/N-san?”

You can’t go home yet. You cannot see him without your answer. You simply can’t face him. “No,” came out your lips softly, “I need to drop by somewhere.” adding to look more convincing. Besides, you really do need to buy something before going back. “Go ahead before me. Take care.” The kakushi bowed at you before disappearing into the woods.

You took the path opposite of them. On the way to the town two mountains away where you heard that the best sweets are sold. Dried leaves and branches meet the underside of your zōri, with the broken katana still in your hand waiting to be sheathed. You take a final look at it, Akki Messatsu, before finally putting it back on the sheath on your waist. “I suppose it’s time for a weapon change. Need to ask Tecchin-san to forge me that weapon I’m thinking of.” Ever since you changed your breathing style from Stone Breathing to Magma Breathing, you felt like the standard nichirin katana does not suit your fighting style well. And right now, having a katana with a blade a few inches in length, it is best not to encounter any demons.

After hours of walking, you let out a sigh of relief as you stumbled upon a hot spring. You do need some rest after all that fighting and walking. “I guess a hot spring stopover wouldn’t hurt.” You planned to go back before nightfall, there’ll still be plenty of time to buy those sweets for the Butterfly Mansion girls. Every time you visit the mansion for check-ups and treatments, you always bring some sweets or souvenirs for the girls. You love seeing them wear smiles on their faces.

As you slip down the hot spring, you remember why you were stalling for almost a whole day. Thinking of excuses to avoid going home early. It was because of the argument you had with Sanemi before you departed for the recent mission. You have to give him your answer when you see him. He wasn’t actually asking you something but demanding you to do something. You can’t answer him because what he wants is the last thing that you would want to do.

You dunk lower with your head under the water, feeling its warmth reminds you of Sanemi. You miss him and his touch so much. You haven’t seen each other for weeks but when you did, he wouldn’t even look at you.

Hot spring. You thrust yourself up from the water and shoot your eyes open as the last time you and Sanemi bathed together flashed before you. The time before he acted colder and colder towards you.

You groaned as the warm water embraced your sore muscles. Eyes closed while flexing your shoulders, you rotated your neck to relax those muscles and nerves in there, which brought you some pain for a while now.

“I knew you’d be here.” Your eyes snapped open to the sound of that familiar voice. Facing towards the source of the sound. “I heard you’re back.” Your lips curled up at the sight of Sanemi wearing a tiny towel around his waist which he dropped at the moment you faced him and proceeded to dip beside you in the hot spring. Your eyes followed him with your lips now wearing a grin, as if cupid struck you an arrow.

“How’s your training? I went to see you when I got back but you’re busy, so I went here instead.”

Sanemi let out a grunt, looking unimpressed,”you should’ve let me know when you got back. I didn’t finish my training and went looking for you.”

You tried your hardest to keep a straight face, feeling the butterflies flutter in your stomach with every word he utters. “Looking for me?”

With his face looking like he had no intention in answering your mocking question, he studied you and asked, “how’s your mission? Got any injuries?”

“Hmm, nothing from that mission. That demon was a quick kill. Anyway, have you ever fought a demon from the Twelve Kizuki?”

He frowned at the quick change of subject. ”I killed several lower ranked but haven’t faced any upper ranked. Why’d you ask?”

“Well… I’m just wondering what they are like. Like, how strong they are and whatnot, ‘cause you know, I haven't met one. Strangely, everytime I’m about to fight one, fate just won't let me.”

You jolted and instinctively flew your hands to the nape of your neck as you felt a streak of pain in the area.

“What’s with your neck?” You can’t see Sanemi but with his tone, he is definitely concerned.

You rotate your neck muscles to ease the pain, “uhm… not sure but whenever my neck experiences some sudden movements, there’s like a muscle or nerve that feels like it’s going to snap.” There was a beat of silence, “so whenever I’m going to give you a head, you can’t just abruptly grab my neck.” You meant that as a half-joke but it came out of you in a completely serious tone.

You opened your eyes to Sanemi looking very perplexed, mouth gaped as he let out a few huffs. You worried that your joke was that cruel before he let out the loudest guffaw you have ever heard from him. Loud enough to startle the birds sitting on the nearby trees and fly away. Now you worry about disturbing the neighboring estates and the passersby while his laugh continued for a good two minutes, loudly echoing around the area. Seeing him buying your silly remarks makes your chest tingle. You thought you should make him laugh more often since laughing suits him well. His features look beautiful, glistening under the daylight, just everything about him is so perfect. You did not do it intentionally, but a smile naturally appeared on your face just from the sight of him, on the fact that he’s right next to you, and that he’s yours.

His laugh slightly calmed down and he faced you, reaching for you.

“How’s that?”

“You’re funny, c’mere,” his hand is now cupping your jaw, his face close to yours, “may I?” his lips still have traces of laughter, “of course you may, silly.” You leaned forward to kiss him but he pulled away quickly, just giving you a peck. Your eyes shut open, shocked at how quick that was. You were about to protest but his lips are back at yours. The moment you closed your eyes again, he pulled away. “What a tease!” you howl in annoyance. He enjoyed your reaction, smashing his lips back at yours, laughing against your lips. You placed your arms around his neck to lock him in place, positioning yourself to sit on his lap. Both of his hands fell on your hips to guide you in whatever you’re trying to do.

The kiss was surprisingly soft and gentle. It was... slow and sweet. As if all the time in the world was yours and you have nothing to worry about. Unlike the usual where everything seems to be rough and in a rush, like you’re so badly desperate for each other.

Being in his arms feels like returning to a warm bed after a long, tiresome day. His calloused hands that were on your hips, snaked to your lower back. Muscular arms hugging you perfectly, as how a blanket perfectly does. One thing you could think of was how safe and comfortable you feel around him. Oh, to be in those arms, you wouldn't trade it with anything in the world. You felt like you would want to wake up everyday just to feel all that all over again.

When was the last time you had something to look forward to? Since when did you feel like you’re afraid to risk your life just to be in his arms even for just a little longer. As if you did not join the corps in the hopes of giving yourself an honorable death as soon as possible. Oh right, you're still in the demon slayer corps. Your bliss washed away. You became so lost just in the feel of Sanemi's touch. Sanemi. Yes, you're in the arms of Shinazugawa Sanemi, which is too good to be true. If it wasn't for that joint mission that the Master gave you two, you wouldn't be in each other's arms like this. You used to loathe each other's presence until that very mission.

You began to doubt your ecstatic thoughts and caused the kiss to be sloppy and out of sync. You pulled away from his lips but still close enough for your foreheads to be touching each other, Sanemi's lips came chasing after yours as he slowly opened his eyes, looking a little vexed. "What?", "hey, uhm..." you rest your hands on his chest, tracing a scar with your thumb, "let's say, uhm... what if,” you took a deep breath, “I'm gone, what would you do?" the moment you said that hypothetical, you realized just how dumb that question was. "What do you mean 'gone'?'' Looking baffled, he pulled his head away to take a good look at your face. "I mean like, you know... ugh nevermi–" but before you could even finish your sentence, both of his hands cupped your cheeks, "as if I'd let you." He kissed your forehead, down to both of your cheeks before turning back to your lips, with the same slow and sweet pace. Your face feels hot and can't help but smile against his lips.

"Are you ready?" Sanemi looks you in the eyes with a smirk. "uh, are we really doing it here? I mean, we’ll get dizzy if we stay for long." What he wanted to do excites you to the bones, but you know him, he takes damn his time, and staying in a hot spring for a long time really makes you dizzy. "I don't mind." His smirk became a grin as he moved closer to give you a quick little kiss because he misses your lips after too much talking.

The weeks after that time you and Sanemi had in his hot spring are very hectic and busy weeks. Handful of long and short missions, both of your schedules just didn’t allow you two to meet for more than an hour. You leave some letters at his estate to read when he gets home, while he leaves some treats at yours in response to your letters. But recently, he doesn’t drop something as often as he used to. What you didn’t know is during those times you had separated from each other, Sanemi pondered on something concerning you.

While you’re on your way to Sanemi’s estate for a visit, your crow quacked you with new orders, to provide immediate backup located on a small town on the edge of the first mountain up north-northeast. It was said that a demon of the Twelve Kizuki is feasting on the villagers there, as well as the deployed corps members. As the crow flew away, you thought you might as well drop by at Sanemi’s since you’re already on the way.

As you entered his estate, you figured out that he’s in his kitchen. You slide the door open to peek and you have confirmed that you’re right. He’s making ohagi while having a cup of green tea on the side.

“Knock, knock” you cheerfully knocked on the air as you popped your head on the doorway to greet him a hello. It took him some seconds to acknowledge you with a grunt, giving his whole focus on the rice and red bean paste on his hands. You took a few steps in, leaning your head forward to have a peep on what he’s doing. “Oh, I see you’re making ohagi, hopefully I can have some.” you giggled a little.

He scooped some bean paste with his hand, flatting it out before placing some rice inside and squishing into a ball. You observed his hands attentively, forgetting anything else, just looking at how ohagi is made. He has made two ohagi while you stayed like that before you remember you had a mission.

“Oh, right,” you snapped your fingers, “I won’t be staying for long. I just received new orders.” He still didn’t provide any response or any acknowledgement of your presence, and that’s when you began to hear your own heartbeat. It was quiet and everything suddenly felt colder. “Uhm,” you gulped, feeling uneasy “is… everything alright, Sanemi?” Still, no response. As if you weren’t there talking and asking him a question. You took a few slow steps towards him,

"Leave the corps."

"Hm–" you stopped in your tracks, eyes widened and your chest felt tight as his words sinked into you, "w-what?"

"You should leave the slayer corps."

Your mouth fell open, gasping for air as you felt like your breathing stopped. What is happening? Why is he like this? First, he called you by your last name, stared at you dead-eyed, and he nearly raised his voice at you.

He was aware that he almost raised his voice at you, which he hates. He pledged that he will never raise his voice and a hand at you. He will never in his life become like his father.

He returned to carry on with the ohagi he’s making and to turn away from you. “There is no use for a Hashira who couldn��t even finish a demon of the Twelve Kizuki. You said it before, you think you’re weak for a Hashira. There’ll be a grave waiting for you and the corps members you’re with every time you set out on missions. We can’t have a fighter dragging the whole slayer corps down, let alone a Hashira. You have that hobby you always love, right? Go do it for a living and quit the Demon Slayer Corps.”

You couldn’t care anymore about your inability to breathe. Eyes clouded with tears as every word he said pierced you. While searching for a thing to say, tears quickly fell from your eyes. You immediately looked up and wiped the tears away. “No,” you mumbled under your breath, “you don’t mean that.” You turned away, ready to leave, “I’ll get going.” You moved past his doorway, your hands fell on the door, about to close it. “I don’t want to be with you anymore. Let’s end this.”

Your hands froze at the door, tears rapidly falling down your face, you felt like your legs are giving up but at the same time, you cannot move your whole body. No words are coming out of you. You’re finally able to take a ragged breath, “we’ll talk about this when I get back.” You swiftly closed the door and leaped away as fast as you could. When you were at a some distance from his estate, you heard Sanemi let out a loud crying “fuck!” which made you feel shivers and stop to look towards his estate, a trail of tears still in your face, before setting out on your mission.

You got the sweets for the girls at the Butterfly Mansion, and you bought some extra because you might get hungry on the way back. You got a little carried away strolling through the town and you forgot about the time. If your calculations are correct, you’ll get back home before the break of dawn.

“One mountain down, two to go.” You mumble while catching your breath as you walk at a brisk pace, hurrying since you remember you can’t fight a demon with a broken katana. It was the third quarter of the hour of the ox when you were half down your second mountain. Everything was peaceful, or so you thought. You were stopped on your tracks as a short and very thin old-looking man, crouching on the ground while weeping, appeared before you. You didn’t detect its presence but you were in no doubt that it was a demon by the moment you saw it. Someone with two horns and a huge bump on their head couldn’t be a human. You were about to unsheath your katana and assume a fighting stance when the demon bawled louder about being kind to the weak, that he’s innocent, and that he deserves pity.

“What if… I'm gone, what would you do?"

"I mean like, you know…”

It’s already past midnight and Sanemi is still on the grounds, exhausting himself training. More than a day since you two last talked, he still can’t get you out of his head, your voice and face kept flashing before him. Since he came back from patrol, he has never left the grounds, training with his katana instead of a wooden one. His attacks became sharper and more violent as he convinced himself that he did the right thing and the best that he could do.

During that time in the hot spring, Sanemi took your hypotheticals as a hundred percent joke, because he knew that it would never happen. Why does he know that? Because he will never let you die. He will protect you with his life and everything he has. He loves you, he’s certain about it even though he rarely says that he loves you. You’re one of the most important people in his life, way more important than his. Master Ubuyashiki, whom he respects from the bottom of his heart, Genya, his beloved younger brother whom he couldn’t bear the thought of him breathing the same air and living on the same land as the demons, and you, the love of his life whom he never once thought would even happen to him and whom he vowed to love for the rest of his life.

Sanemi didn’t even realize how much he loves and cares about you, not until during his patrol, when he was fighting demons and he suddenly thought of you. You are a Hashira and he doesn’t think you’re weak, but his gut just couldn’t take the thought of you risking your life fighting demons. It’s idiotic to ask you to quit the corps, and he thinks that he has no right to ask you that because you are a Hashira long before you two got together.

Your voice asking those hypotheticals, playing over and over in his head, adds fuel to his fire. Even while he’s on missions, he’s so worried about how you’re doing, while you’re away too busy with your own dangerous missions. The letters you leave at his estate are his only way to know that you’re doing alright and that you’re safe. Unlike with Genya, he can check on him from afar once in a while, and him being under the guidance of the Stone Hashira is a huge relief for Sanemi. But it is to his distress that he cannot get his brother out of the corps and live a normal and happy life.

“KAW! KAW! WIND HASHIRA, SHINAZUGAWA SANEMI, YOU MUST HEAD TO THE NORTHEASTERN SIDE OF THE SECOND MOUNTAIN UP NORTH, IMMEDIATELY! DEMON OF THE TWELVE KIZUKI IS SPOTTED! MAGMA HASHIRA, Y/N, IS FIGHTING THE DEMON. PROVIDE REINFORCEMENTS! IMMEDIATELY! KAW!”

The information that the crow squawked regarding the Upper Rank Kizuki alone already had Sanemi ready to bolt away, but with you facing a Twelve Kizuki demon, veins began to pop on his face and bloodshot eyes clouded with tears. "Dammit, y/n, what are you doing that far away? Hold on right there. Wait for me, please.”

Since his realization, the more time you spend away from each other, the more Sanemi gains ample time to think about you and what you are to him.

“Knock, knock.”

Just from the moment Sanemi felt your presence as you entered his estate, his heart and mind felt the tranquility that he longed for.

He has decided on what he wants to do. What he needs to do. Your cheerfulness and the way you cling on him reminds him of his late older brother figure, Masachika, who he owes a lot yet in the end he couldn’t save from a demon. He believes that his loved ones died because he couldn’t protect them. He won’t make that mistake with you. With you and Genya.

“Oh, right. I won’t be staying for long. I just received new orders.”

No, please stop. I can’t bear to lose even you.

“Uhm, is… everything alright, Sanemi?”

No. As long as there are fucking demons here living in this world, nothing will be alright. I hope everything’s alright. I’ll annihilate all the demons if I can, to keep you safe… to keep everyone safe. Just… please let me protect you. Let me keep you safe.

"Leave the corps."

"Hm– w-what?"

"You should leave the slayer corps."

“Where… i-is this coming from?”

“L/N,” Sanemi dropped his hands and at the moment he looked at you, he just wanted to give in and wrap you in his arms. But doing that will make it harder for him to ask you to leave the corps.

“I said get the fuck out of the demon slayer corps!”

If he has to push you away, he will even if it pains him. Even if it pains the both of you.

“There is no use for a Hashira who couldn’t even finish a demon of the Twelve Kizuki. You said it before, you think you’re weak for a Hashira. There’ll be a grave waiting for you and the corps members you’re with every time you set out on missions. We can’t have a fighter dragging the whole slayer corps down, let alone a Hashira. You have that hobby you always love, right? Go do it for a living and quit the Demon Slayer Corps.”

I’m sorry. Please just live a normal life, far from risking your life, far from demons. I’ll protect you, I promise. Just please…

During that time, you didn’t know how hard Sanemi is trying to keep his tears from falling. It pains him more that he has to hurt you like this.

“No, you don’t mean that. I’ll get going.”

Please don’t go. Please don’t make this harder.

“I don’t want to be with you anymore. Let’s end this.”

That’s a lie. I want to be with you. I want to be by your side for the rest of my life. But… it’s just that… we can’t. I can’t. I want to protect you. If I could get you away from demons, it would be easier. But if I can’t, maybe it would be better this way. Maybe this would make you leave the corps.

“We'll talk about this when I get back.”

Come to think of it, if we stayed together while any or both of us stayed in the corps, it’s like we’re knocking on death’s door each and every time. Maybe… I will be fine if you'll marry and build a family with someone else if it means that you’d be safe. Just, please…

All that Sanemi could do is yelp a curse as you hurriedly left his estate, weeping from what he did to you.

You’ve been fighting this demon for who knows how long. You’ve lost your sense of time since it appeared. Too occupied by trying to finish the demon while figuring out how to make use of your half-useful katana. What you noticed about the demon was its skill at remaining hidden, it moves unbearably fast, and its neck is annoyingly tough.

“Please don’t attack me. I never did anything wrong. I am a kind-natured weakling.”

Trying to catch your breath from all the playing chase, “you’re fast, huh! How many people did you eat?”

“No, I did not kill anyone. I have never! I’m only trying to get a meal. Be kind to the weak.”

"Shut up with your nonsense! I’ve had enough of your screeching.” As of now, you have successfully reached its neck multiple times, but not deep enough to behead it. With your katana in this state, it can really be maddening. You speculate that the demon might be one of the Twelve Kizuki, you have never fought anyone this strong and its aura is really something.

Magma Breathing, Fourth Form: Flow of Lava. In a new attempt, you were able to bury your katana on the demon’s neck. Your multiple slashes miraculously managed to finally behead the demon.

As you waited for it to crumble into the air, you couldn’t believe your eyes as the demon’s head grew a body and the body grew a head. You knew you were done for. There’s no way you can get out of this fight alive. You’re reaching your limit. It became worse when you saw the demons’ eyes. Upper Four.

“Fuck, y/n, where are you?” Sanemi arrived at the mentioned location, wandering around the mountain looking for you and the demon. He began to wonder if the crow gave the right information and why he couldn't feel any demon presence.

The last thing you know was you were left unconscious when you absorbed a hit of lightning from one of the demon’s Khakkhara staff and the other demon sent you flying away using a huge leaf-shaped fan. You open your eyes thinking that you’ve already died as Sanemi greets you awake. “What the fuck happened, y/n?” Ah, you’re still alive. As you remembered the demon you were fighting just awhile ago, you used all your remaining strength to get up. “What time is it?”

“The fuck, does that even matter right now?”

“Yes it does. Beheading… the demon is no good. It multiplies. We… need to keep those under the sunlight. Go… there, the demons’ there.”

“Just stay right there. You’re in no state to fight.”

Both you and Sanemi felt like you were just running in circles around the woods as the sun began to rise fully and you still couldn’t find the demons. You finally catched up to Sanemi, “I thought I told you to stay right there?!”

“How would you expect me to just stay right there? If I’ll die, I might as well take a demon with me.”

You tried to position yourself ahead of Sanemi to take the lead when all the aftereffects of your injuries suddenly hit you. Beads of cold sweats cover your whole face, your head suddenly feels hot and heavy, your vision getting darker and spinning around, and your legs giving up. You suddenly felt the urge to cough, but once you did, blood just kept spilling out of your mouth.

Sanemi rushed to catch you before you fell hard on the ground. “Fuck, y/n! I told you to–” he decided to stop his scolding and gently placed you to the ground, preparing to provide you first aid. He took out some supplies he had on hand, starting to fall apart at how much of a mess you look like. Your haori and remaining uniform shredded, hair dripping wet with your own blood – the one you probably got when your head hit the tree as you were sent flying, your forehead wound reopened which now extends to your hairline, your chest bleeding from the time the demon stabbed you with a staff, and with multiple cuts, abrasions, and sprains all over your body.

Sanemi finally decided to begin to tend your wounds starting from your head. He held your head to cover it around with a cloth to slow down the bleeding.

“I'm sorry, Sanemi.” What were you sorry for? For not killing the demon? For not being worthy of a Hashira? For being weak? For being this kind of mess? Actually for a lot of reasons.

With your last remaining strength to keep your eyes open, you keep them focused on Sanemi. He unbelievably looks calm. “Sanemi,” he’s so focused at tending to your wounds and as if you were not giving your final words. Your wounds are not that fatal, but it is the blood loss that will end you. “I’m letting you go.”

“Shut up.” Tears straight away flood down at Sanemi’s cheeks, while still keeping a straight and calm face. “I–”, “shut up! Shut up, y/n! I take that back! You’re right, I don’t mean it. That’s not what you want, and so do I. I’ll handle this. I’ll take you home and we’ll be together until we get old and wrinkly.” Tears just keep falling from Sanemi’s face, avoiding your gaze as he breaks out from his clam facade. “Shit, where are the fucking kakushi?”

His words and efforts to keep you alive gave you a sense of relief. At your final moments, he’s by your side. “Sanemi,”

Sanemi slipped his arm under your legs and the other held your back as he carried you, hurrying to the butterfly estate.

Your lips curled up to a smile as you brought your hand up to caress his cheek one last time, he finally looked you in the eyes, “thank you…” for everything.

Never in your wildest dreams did you think you'd be a demon slayer. You used to live a normal Taisho-era life, until almost all of your family members, relatives, and people you care about died from illness. Aside from your childhood best friend, who was killed by a demon right in front of you. You were so helpless and if it wasn’t for a demon slayer, you’d also become a meal of that cruel demon.

You had nowhere to go, until a cultivator accepted you in. Since then, you’re mercilessly killing demons. And that became your only reason to live, but not enough to make you afraid of losing your own life.

You don't care about the rankings at all, as long as you could kill demons you’re fine. You’re so used to beheading the usual demons, and you swear that you could behead a demon even with your eyes closed. You initially turned down the offer of becoming a Hashira. You said you have no interest in it and that you didn’t even meet the qualifications. But one time, you were called to the Ubuyashiki Mansion. What you didn’t know is that is when your life will start to change. It was Ubuyashiki Kagaya himself who asked you to become a Hashira. You haven’t got the chance to kill a demon of the Twelve Kizuki, but as a Kinoe, you were able to kill around a hundred of demons. He believes that you could handle becoming a Hashira. With his calm demeanor that you couldn’t resist, you finally gave in.

Almost everyone has been kind to you, even after you become a Hashira through that other way. One of the exceptions was the Wind Hashira. You were still a Kinoe when you two first met and you both got on each other’s nerves on your first meeting. You thought once you became a Hashira, maybe you could smooth things over with him. But no, it became worse. You two can’t stand to be in the same room. You have only attended a Hashira meeting once, and during the time before and after the Master arrived and left, there was a tension between you two that no one could deny.

The Master is surely a cunning one. You and Sanemi were sent on a joint mission and it did not only smooth things between you two. After that mission, you even tried to act like the usual and hide the tension – which is a different kind of tension now– between you two. Later on, the other Hashiras just happened to know about you two out of nowhere. In fact, it delighted the Master.

You’ve never been happier since you and Sanemi became a thing. You felt like that time when the Master asked you to become a Hashira is also the time you were reborn as a better version of yourself. Everything since that incident was nothing but something that you are grateful for.

A little girl’s voice called out your name, “you’re finally awake. How are you feeling?”

You glanced towards the little girl, it’s Sumi. Her face is glowing in solace. You smiled at her with weakness in your eyes. “Wait here, y/n-san, let me just get your medicines.” Her hair bounced as she hurriedly left the room. Your eyes wandered around the room, feeling incredulous as you made it out alive. Sanemi. You wondered where he was and how he was doing. Your eyes happened to land on the bedside table, where there is a vase of your favorite flowers that grows just on the way to your estate. It looks like it was just freshly picked.

“Oh, that flower,” Sumi is back, with Naho and Kiyo peeking from the threshold, “someone leaves flowers of that kind almost everyday.” The girls shyly smiled at each other before Kiyo added, “we think it’s from Wind Hashira-sama. We’re not sure about it but we once saw him come out of your room one evening. Then the flowers in your room changed to a fresher one.”

Your rested hand clutched the bedsheet beneath you as you felt a familiar tingle in your chest. The weakness in your eyes was lessened as you smiled at the girls. “I’m sorry. I bought some well-praised sweets but I think I left it somewhere.”

“Oh, don’t bother with it, y/n-san,” Sumi walked towards you with the tray of medicines, “you were unconscious for more than a month. Shinobu-san said that if Wind Hashira-sama brought you here a minute later, you might not survive the blood loss.”

You and the girls continued to chat about the things that you missed while you were unconscious. They said, even the Master dropped you a visit. Because of the resistance your body has and with Shinobu’s medicines, you were feeling a lot better on the second day after you woke up. You insisted that they discharge you already because you need to catch-up on a lot of things and a Hashira couldn’t waste any more time. Even Shinobu was against your request.

You felt useless in the Demon Slayer Corps after what happened and, even if Shinobu will get mad at you, you decided to sneak out of the mansion to start on your training and reports. It seems that things are going slightly according to your plan when a number of corps members arrive at the mansion for treatment, which means they'll be too busy to attend to you.

You left your room quietly, hoping that no one would see you. By the time you turned a corner, you were surprised by Sanemi, holding the same flowers you have in your room and a box wrapped in a furoshiki cloth. “What are you doing?” His tone is like a parent’s who caught their child doing something they were specifically told not to, “where are you going?”

“Well, I…” while you’re trying to think of some acceptable excuse for him, he placed the flower in his other hand holding the bento and grabbed you by your forearm with his newly free hand. “You’re not going anywhere. Kocho told me that you insist on training while you haven’t recovered fully. You're as stubborn as ever.”

“Well, uhm…” You couldn’t do anything as Sanemi already brought you to your room before you could even protest. He dropped you on your bed, “Just stay here, y/n. Your training could wait.” He walked towards the bedside to change the flowers like he always does, but now he has ohagi and anpan– both that you really love – with him. “But I… I already wasted so much time and I have to make a report about the demon I encountered.”

“You’re not wasting time here, y/n, you’re recovering. Besides, no one is rushing you about that report, everyone understands your situation.”

“How about the second Hashira Meeting for this year? I have to prepare for that–”

“It’s done. It was the day before yesterday. For fuck’s sake, y/n, why can’t you understand that you can’t just go out there living recklessly and waving at death? I… I-” Your mouth fell shut as Sanemi reproached you. “We’re demon slayers, that alone is already dangerous and I can’t have you living like your life isn’t important. I can’t bear to see you bleeding to death like that again. Do you think I don’t care about you? Stop being so selfish, y/n.” Sanemi immediately turned away from you and was about to leave the room as shame rose on him for saying those words at you. For saying what he actually felt.

Five days after your attempt to escape, Shinobu finally allowed you to leave the estate under their care. As Sumi, Naho, and Kiyo send you off, you see Sanemi waiting for you at the gate of the estate. You felt butterflies flutter in your stomach and you couldn't fight your lips from making a grin. You waved the girls goodbye while Sanemi approached you.

“How are you feeling?”

“A lot better, now that you’re here” you lowered the volume of your voice at that second part, hopefully he didn't hear.

He hummed a laugh in victory as he walked a little ahead of you. The whole walk was quiet yet comfortable. “Uhm, Sanemi, this is the way to my estate…” You said hesitantly as he was about to keep walking towards a different direction, “I know. We’re going at mine.”

“But I… I have some things to take care of at mine,” you replied in objection. “Like what?”

"Like dust off my house, check on my plants if they're still alive, and some general cleaning. You know I haven't been there for quite a while, I don't know if my house is still standing–"

"I already took care of those things. Your house is free of dust, your plants are still alive, and your house is still right where you left it, if that's what you're worried about." Sanemi sounds like he's pouting, shy to admit that he did all that for you. Even if his face is turned away from you, you're certain that his face is red right now.

"What's funny?" he defensively asked you when you giggled, "nothing" while bringing your hand up to cover your curled up lips. "Hey, don't you have a mission to take care of?"

"I'll supervise your training until you're back at your feet. I asked Oyakata-sama to allow me. I'll be taking at least two weeks off."

"You really went that far, huh?"

He fiercely looked at you from his eyelids before rolling his eyes.

He's back. You're both back.

"Won't you get moving? You still have that training you're dying to do."

"Hey, wait," you wore a shy grin "are we… still together?"

He rolled his eyes at you again, closing the distance between you two before wrapping his arms around your thighs and carrying you over his shoulders. "Like I said, your training is waiting for you, we have to get moving."

"No, no wait, answer my question."

"Of course we are. What else would we be?"

That was the reassurance that you've been waiting for.

You're liking the view that you got. Even if your view is upside down, the way his ass moves on every step he does makes your legs tingle.

"After the training, do you want to go to the hot spring?"

Endnotes: Aaaah it's finished! I think I overplanned this and got a little carried away. But anyways, thank you for reading until the end. I hope you have enjoyed reading this just like how I enjoyed writing it. Love, reblogs, and feedbacks are highly appreciated! ♡♡♡

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