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Hi there!! I would love to request a sanemi x reader prompt on how he would react to his s/o breaking down out of worry after his return from a mission that took WAY longer than expected? I would just love to see how touched he would be and him remembering there’s somebody who cares about him🥹

Whispers of Solace • S. Sanemi

Synopsis: Reader is worried about Sanemi and shares their fears with the Wind Hashira after he returns from his mission.

Word count: 1037

Thank you so much for the request! I hope that you enjoy this short piece („• ֊ •„)

As you sat on the engawa, your fingers delicately tracing the outline of a wilted petal, the weight of your worries settled heavily upon your heart. It was nearing close to a month since Sanemi had embarked on his latest mission, and the passing time had stretched into an agonizing eternity. Your mind was plagued with visions of peril befalling him in his treacherous line of work. The loneliness of the empty estate only amplified the ache in your chest, the absence of his brash presence a constant reminder of the dangers he faced.

Your eyes traced the path of the falling raindrops, mirroring the descent of your fragile hope. And then, as if the heavens had heard your silent prayers, you spotted a familiar silhouette entering from across the courtyard. Your heart raced, breath caught in your throat, as Sanemi's form grew more distinct with each passing step. He was back. Relief washed over you, a small ray of hope piercing through the bleak abyss of your worries.

As he approached, you could no longer contain the torrent of emotions threatening to overwhelm you. Tears welled up, cascading down your cheeks as you released a choked sob. The anguish and fear that had consumed you spilled forth, leaving you vulnerable and exposed. In that moment, you couldn't help but question your own strength. How could you, a mere civilian, bear witness to the horrors he faced and not crumble under the weight?

Sanemi halted in his tracks, his eyes widening in alarm as he took in your trembling figure. His expression softened, a flicker of concern flashing in his pale purple eyes. In that moment, the mask of stoicism he usually wore shattered, replaced by a tenderness you had seldom seen before. Without a word, he closed the distance between you, kneeling down and wrapping his strong arms around your quivering form. The warmth of his embrace enveloped you, grounding you in the present, banishing the shadows of doubt that threatened to consume you.

You clung to him desperately, your tears staining his white shirt. He reached out and gently grasped your hand, guiding it to rest on his chest, directly over his heart. His touch was both a balm and a lifeline, a reminder that you were not alone in this harrowing journey. 

"Shh," Sanemi murmured softly, his voice vibrating against your ear. "I'm here, I'm safe."

His words held a promise, a whispered reassurance that he would always return to you. With each breath, you found solace in the cadence of his heartbeat, a rhythm that mirrored your own. In his arms, the world outside ceased to exist. The cacophony of worries and fears that had plagued your mind was silenced, replaced by the steady symphony of his presence.

As the storm of emotions subsided, you gradually pulled away, gazing at him through tear-streaked eyes. His gaze held a mix of guilt and adoration, a testament to the burden he bore as a Hashira. You reached up, gently wiping away the remnants of your tears, a small smile playing at the corners of your lips.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice fragile yet determined. "I didn't mean to burden you with my worries."

Sanemi's expression softened, his hand coming up to cradle your cheek. "You're not a burden," he replied, his voice laced with conviction. "I may be a Hashira, but that doesn't mean I'm immune to fear or the vulnerabilities of the heart. Your worries, your fears—they matter to me. They remind me that there's someone waiting for me, someone who cares. And that alone gives me strength."

His words were like a gentle caress, soothing the remnants of your anxiety. You leaned into his touch, cherishing the warmth and tenderness that radiated from him. It was in moments like these that you were reminded of the depth of his love, the unspoken vows that bound you together.

"Sanemi," you whispered, your voice trembling with a mixture of gratitude and longing. "I can't bear the thought of losing you. The weight of that fear sometimes feels unbearable."

His gaze held a flicker of understanding, his thumb tracing soft circles against your cheek. "I know," he murmured, his voice husky with emotion. "Believe me, I've felt that fear too. But you have to trust in me, in my abilities. I won't let anything happen to me, not when I have you to come back to."

You nodded, your faith in him unwavering. It was true that the life he led was fraught with danger, but his unwavering resolve and dedication filled you with a sense of awe. In his presence, you found the strength to face your fears head-on.

"I'll try," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "I'll try to be stronger, to trust in you."

Sanemi's lips grazed your forehead in a gentle kiss. "That's all I ask," he murmured, his voice a tender whisper against your skin. "Just remember that I'm fighting not only to defeat those demons but for us. I'll always come back to you, no matter what."

The weight of his promise settled upon your shoulders, a mantle of resilience that mirrored the unwavering determination within him. You stood up from the engawa, leaving behind the remnants of worry that had plagued your heart. As you ventured deeper into the Wind Pillar estate, Sanemi's presence beside you filled the once-empty corridors with a newfound warmth. Your footsteps were no longer burdened by doubt.

In that moment, you realized that you were not alone in this journey. The world may still be fraught with uncertainties, but with Sanemi by your side, your heart brimmed with hope. Sanemi, with his fierce determination and unyielding spirit, was your rock, your anchor amidst the tempestuous sea. And as you ventured forward, hand in hand, you knew that no matter the challenges that lay ahead, you would face them together, drawing strength from the unbreakable bond that united your souls. Together, you would overcome the darkest of days, sharing both the burdens and joys of life. And as the rain continued to fall, its gentle patter against the roof whispered a promise of resilience and love, enveloping you in a cocoon of unwavering devotion.

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Dark Red - Rengoku x Reader

What if, on that fateful day nearly a hundred years ago, the demon slayer core had lost? 

What if the king of demons had conquered the sun, achieving immortality? 

Thrilled to gain an inside eye into the mysterious world of the Blue Spider Corp., Y/N has begun her dream job at the country’s leading pharmaceutical company, owned and operated by none other than the infamous and elusive CEO, Muzan Kibutsuji. In her attempts to establish a place for herself in this peculiar and oftentimes ominous workplace, Y/N catches the attention of dangerous eyes and ghosts of the past. As she begins to uncover the truth behind the veil of secrecy surrounding Mr. Kibutsuji and his empire, she encounters a whole new world of friendship, love, and betrayal.

Fandom: Demon Slayer

Pairings: Rengoku x Y/N, Muzan x Y/N

Content warnings: mentions of violence

I.

  It was your first day of work. 

     Already late despite having sprinted nearly halfway across the city upon realizing you overslept, you finally arrived at the massive, breathtaking glass doors to the largest building in the entire skyline. Frantically huffing as you tried to smooth your hair, your heartbeat thundered in your ears as the adrenaline continued to course through your entire body. All you could think of was how you were about to walk into your own firing on day one. 

     How could I have blown this? You whined to yourself, horrified that despite setting ten alarms, you had still managed to oversleep due to something as humiliatingly childish as a nightmare. You hardly ever had them, but something about this one had kept you tossing and turning through the night in fits of uneasiness. You blamed the news you had watched the night before. 

While the city used to be one of the safest in the world, during the past year it had been plagued by a dark shadow. What started as a freak homicide case quickly became an onslaught of violent murders, leading citizens to believe there was a serial killer, if not an entire group of them, running rampant. There seemed to be no correlation between the victims - just that they were alone and vulnerable. The remains, if anything more than dried blood on the ground, were horrific. You would have sooner thought it was some kind of animal mauling them until it became far too frequent and eerily calculated to be explained so simply. Just last night, they found another young woman - or what was left of her, splattered on the wall of an alley. 

     Still able to picture the man that had been hunting you through your dreams with his wicked, glowing eyes of blood, a shiver went down your spine. You tried to shove the image out of your mind, well aware that you had far worse real fears to face as soon as you walked through those doors. 

     You had fought tooth and nail to earn a position at the largest and most elusive pharmaceutical company in the country, Blue Spider Corp. While you had only earned an entry-level position in administrative work, it was notoriously impossible to work your way in, so you had spent years crafting the perfect resume. You were nearly on the verge of tears at the thought that you might have thrown it all away. 

     No point in throwing a pity party, I just have to walk in there and take it. Holding your head up high, you stepped towards the doors that flew right open, trying to waltz in there like it was your everyday routine. Making your way over to the front desk, you approached a small young woman who appeared around your age typing away at her keyboard. Upon noticing your presence, she glanced up, meeting your eyes with her own which were a dazzling purple. You were taken aback, having never seen eyes such a unique color. Looking closer, you noticed that the ends of her ebony hair faded to a matching shade of violet. 

     Huh. I honestly imagined a company like this would have a stricter policy on appearances, you thought to yourself before addressing the woman. 

     “Hi, my name is Y/N, and it’s my first day. I’m running a few minutes behind, but I was supposed to meet with my supervisor, Mrs. Sato?” Your voice shook as you spoke. Damn your nerves. 

     The woman took in your frazzled disposition, clearly aware of the anxiety surging through you due to your tardiness. After a moment of what seemed to be brief contemplation, she smiled in reply, and for some reason, it gave you a sense of comfort. 

     “I see. It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. My name is Kocho. Let me tell her you’ve arrived”. She reached for the phone, dialing your supervisor. Your leg bounced as she relayed your arrival, fighting the urge to bite your fingernails. Following her confirmation, Kocho set the phone down and turned to face you. 

     “I’ve let her know, and she’s headed here now. Congratulations on your first day. Tell me, are you new to the city?” 

     “No. Surprisingly enough, I’ve lived here my whole life, so you think I’d know my way around enough to be on time.” You laughed nervously.

     “Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that. You’ve worked hard to prove yourself and earn a position here, I doubt a few minutes would be enough to send you packing. I only asked since we get people from all over the world coming to work here, so I naturally get curious.” 

A wave of relief washed over you. Maybe this place wasn’t as cutthroat as you thought it was from its reputation. You thanked God that the first person you encountered had been so welcoming. 

     Prompt as ever, your new supervisor popped out of the elevator, striding over. She had a scowl on her face, her menacing gaze locking in on you. Your heart sunk to the floor, any hope of recovering from your mistake buried six feet under. 

     Kocho smiled and began to speak before you had a chance to introduce yourself and grovel for being late. 

     “Ah, Mrs. Sato! Please forgive Ms. Y/L/N for her tardiness. She actually arrived a few minutes early, but I held her captive with my chattering! ” Kocho giggled, causing Mrs. Sato to glare daggers her way. Your head whipped to Kocho, eyes blown wide with shock. 

     “A rather incessant habit of yours, Ms. Kocho. I do hope you remember your place, and how particularly replaceable it is.” She spoke coldly. 

     Mrs. Sato turned back to address you, the wrath in her eyes smoldered to a mere annoyance at Kocho’s carefree antics. Apparently, this wasn’t Kocho’s first time pushing a few buttons. 

     “I apologize for Ms. Kocho’s lack of professionalism, pay her no mind in the future. Please follow me, and I will get you settled in.” 

     Following her brief scolding, she abruptly turned, heading back to the elevator. You gave Kocho a look of pure confusion and bewilderment, so grateful you could have cried, to which she simply winked and went back to her computer. After whispering a heartfelt ‘thank you’, you scurried after Mrs. Sato and headed into the elevator. 

     “Now, to formally introduce myself, I am Mrs. Sato. As you already know, I’ll be your supervisor, which means I will be overseeing you in your training alongside your team members. It’s a relatively small team you’ll be working with, but they’ve been here quite some time, so don’t be afraid to ask them questions.” 

     “I see. It’s nice to meet you Mrs. Sato, and thank you for taking the time to show me what’s expected. I am incredibly grateful for the opportunity, and look forward to working with you all.”

     A brief smirk of satisfaction shadowed her face, seemingly pleased with your manners.

     “Likewise. It can be a tough job, as we move at a fast pace and expect high output. Work hard, and you’ll be able to keep up.” 

You nodded earnestly, taking in her every word. You wanted to do your best to impress your team, hoping to settle in the ranks quickly. The company itself may be shrouded in mystery, but you had heard whispers of how it's a survival-of-the-fittest world behind those glass doors. 

     “While a majority of what you need to know regarding the role will be covered later today, I’d like to mention a few overall company policies. Firstly, as I’m sure you’re aware, there is to be no photography, videography, or social media posting of any sort within the building, and you’ll be asked to sign an NDA that you will not share any inside information with anyone. We have a rather strict security and privacy policy to ensure our internal affairs are kept confidential.

     “Second, the top floor is limited to authorized personnel only. You are never to go there under any circumstance unless directed so by a superior who has an entry permit. Given your position, this should never be asked of you, so I want to ensure you understand that it is essentially off-limits. Any violation of these policies will result in immediate termination.” 

     “Of course, I understand.” You said, eyes wide. You were well aware of the iron wall between the public/media and the inner world of the company, but you had no idea how extreme the precautions were taken internally as well. There must be some seriously confidential information on that floor. You found this mildly questionable, considering the company produced pharmaceuticals given to the public, but luckily concerns like that were above your pay grade. 

     “While I know these rules may seem extreme, Mr. Kibutsuji takes these measures to ensure the protection of himself as well as the company.” She hesitated for a moment before continuing. 

     “Lastly, this is not policy, but merely a word of advice. Should you ever by some chance encounter Mr. Kibutsuji himself, you are not to meet his eye. He is an incredibly private man and prefers a more…traditional form of respect. If he asks anything of you, no matter the request, do it without any questions asked or a moment of hesitation.” 

     You swallowed thickly, hoping you would never cross paths with the man. 

     Of all the rumors circulating the company, its largest mystery was shrouded in the CEO, Mr. Kibutsuji himself. No one had ever seen the man’s face, so his notoriety only became sensationalized. Due to his immense fortune and success, he demanded to be completely removed from the public eye. You could only imagine what kind of enemies that level of wealth could incur. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t excited at the opportunity of potentially seeing the mystery man for yourself when you got the offer, but now it wasn’t exactly a thrilling prospect. It seemed there was a reason he was so notorious, if not feared. 

     Before you got the chance to even begin to come up with a response to that weirdly ominous warning, the elevator doors pried open with Mrs. Sato promptly exiting to your floor. You took a deep breath, straightened your shoulders, and followed her through the entrance to your new territory.

     Taking a moment to admire the breathtakingly modern architectural atmosphere surrounding you that could hardly be described as an office, your eyes greedily took in the seemingly infinite space of desks, seating areas, and floor-to-ceiling windows that allowed light to pour into the floor. And this is only one of them. The workers flew about in an almost comically cinematic manner, with mumbles of ‘Here’s those reports’, and ‘Fifteen until the meeting!’. You fought the urge to break out into a giddy grin, ecstatic to have your first big-city job. Hearing the buzz throughout the room made you process that you’d made it. Walking through a room of what was likely some of the most innovative, hardest-working people in the country, you were able to hold your head just a little bit higher, knowing that your shoes hitting the floor meant you just might be one of them - someone who belonged there. 

     Snapping you out of your daze, Mrs. Sato rounded a corner and came to a stop, gesturing to an open desk set nestled right along the flow of traffic. Not the window seat you’d secretly hoped for, but maybe it would be a chance to meet some coworkers, at least. 

     “This desk will be yours, and I’ve already arranged for the necessary paperwork to be delivered to you momentarily. Kanjori from HR should be here any minute, as well as-” 

     “Is this Y/N!?” A woman’s cheerful squeal cut off Mrs. Sato rather abruptly, much to her distaste. 

     The culprit sprang around the corner, holding a stack of papers taller than her head. Before you could process how heavy they must have been, the woman practically slammed the stack onto the desk, the obnoxious boom that thundered throughout the room confirming your suspicion (and amazement). 

     “Kanjori, please keep your voice down,” Mrs. Sato scowled, straightening her glasses. 

     “Oh yes! Right. My bad.” Kanjori sheepishly laughed. Just as quickly, she whipped her head towards you, taking your hands in hers as her smile glowed. 

     “It’s so nice to finally meet you! I’m Kanjori, but I’m sure you gathered that already! I hope we can become great friends! Tell me, do you have any plans for lunch? Why don’t we go together!? If you like ramen there’s this amazing place just down the street, and...” 

     You could hardly get a word in, but even if you could, you might have been rendered speechless. She was, by every definition of the word, beautiful. She had curves in all the right places that would put models to shame, and to match it a smile brighter than the sun itself. You found yourself flushed with an embarrassing level of envy at the pure sensuality radiating from her. Gauging from the looks of the men at the surrounding desks suddenly sitting straighter to preen themselves with rosy cheeks, you knew you weren’t the only one who thought so. 

     Another figure rounded the corner in a flash, seemingly instantly flashing into the conversation.

     “Kanjori, I love the enthusiasm! However, after the last incident, we were told to take a more subtle-”

      The voice trailed off, coming to a faltered stop as your eyes met those of the man it belonged to. 

      Towering over you was suddenly one of the most handsome men you had ever seen. If you thought Kocho’s eyes had been a shock, meeting your inspection were eyes of pure ruby and gold, more mesmerizing than a summer sunset. Amazingly enough, his golden hair had warm tips of crimson that appeared shockingly natural. His gaze was frozen, taking you in with a sense of curiosity that made heat rush to your face. 

      It was almost as if the very essence of his being was ablaze.