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mommageto · 11 months ago

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part 3 is out, i finished this a week ago but wanted to start doing part 4 first before publishing <3 rlly working hard on part 4!!

anyways thank you for all your support, i feel so loved writing these evereytime i read your comments ! comments are highly appreciated 💞

im not sure how to tag list & i dont think i have that much readers >_> i have to check on how to do that

Domestic Hashira: Part 3 (Himejima x Reader)

Title: Domestic Hashira Chapter 3 (Himejima x Reader)

Word Count: 1716 words

Description: (Y/n) and Gyomei navigating the unfamiliar territory of an arranged marriage.

Part 2

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The whole day, you and Himejima did not speak a word to each other. You shared lunch together and both of you spent the rest of the afternoon with your usual duties and Himejima training hard as ever. It only felt like a day, but you did not want to be with Himejima like this. It was awkward, peculiar, and uncomfortable. You missed your husband.

After your bath, you stepped outside the bathroom to the changing area to change into your sleepwear. you were startled by a large, familiar form in the corner. Himejima was changing there, his movements muffled by the fabric. To your surprise, this caused you to jump and let out a small scream. Gyomei was taken aback. "I apologize, (y/n). I didn't realize you were coming in," he said, his voice filled with genuine remorse.

You instinctively covered yourself, but then realized the absurdity of your action. After all, Himejima was blind and already partially clothed. The giant man quickly left the room with his robe in his arms. You couldn’t help, but wonder how much he has to avoid you. This did not help with how you feel, but only tested your insecurities.

It wasn’t long until you had to be in a position of discomfort because of your current situation. Spending the night sleeping beside Gyomei while a tense atmosphere lingered between you. This made you feel uneasy, so you decided to pack up your futons and sleep in the other room. It feels heavy to be sleeping beside him, with everything that’s going on.

Gyomei entered the room to sense you packing your futons. Though Himejima was blind, he could figuratively read the room as he could hear you putting away your beddings. Even so, he didn’t assume. Instead he asks you, “(Y/n), what are you doing?”

You remained silent for a moment, not answering him immediately. The feeling of speaking feels weird. It’s like there is a lump in your throat trying to hold you back from speaking with him. “(Y/n),” he called out again.

“I'm sleeping in the other room,” you replied, your voice barely a whisper. The towering man beside you froze.

“Can we please talk about what happened?” he asked, his voice filled with concern. “Gyomei, do you still want me to be your wife?” you countered, your question a direct challenge. He was taken aback by your sudden inquiry.

“Yes, I do want you to be my wife, (y/n),” he responded, his voice firm.

You felt perplexed even if you heard Himejima's voice to admit that he still feels that way for you. An itch you couldn’t scratch is why he would go to certain extent to avoid you at those hours. It was your first argument as a married couple, but you didn’t understand Gyomei’s actions recently. That night made you feel unloved by him and your insecurities got the best of you. It wasn’t about the action of him refusing you, but thinking about how he could show you that much love then quickly get tired of you. “Then, I don't understand,” you said, your tone growing more agitated. “What is it that's wrong with me?”

“No, nothing is wrong with you–”

“Then why? I feel so unloved, Gyomei. You make me feel like I’m not your wife.” Your voice broked as you confessed your feelings to him. Gyomei with all his heightened senses tried his best to gauge how you felt emotionally. However, you felt hurt so much that you walked out with haste.

As you stepped outside, a chilling breeze swept through the air. You shivered, not just from the cold, but from the sense of unease that had taken hold of you. You ran away without thinking of anything, but just to get away from everything until you hear the sound of the waterfall where you saw Gyomei train. You stopped to catch your breath. Suddenly, a dark figure emerged from the shadows, its eyes glowing with an eerie light.

Panic surged through you as the demon lunged towards you. You screamed, your heart pounding in your chest. Trembling with fear that was quite familiar–the night you lost your parents. With your memories flashing from that event, it did not exactly help you, but added torment with your fear. You slowly try to walk away as the demon was observing how it could feast on you. It was hopeless as you have no defense against him. Just as it seemed you were about to be devoured, Himejima burst out of the forest, his weapon drawn.

With a fierce cry, he engaged the demon in battle. The clash of steel echoed through the night as they fought. You watched in horror, your fear turning to relief as Himejima managed to strike a fatal blow. The demon disappeared from your sight. Exhausted and relieved, Himejima turned to you. He could sense how afraid you were, he wiped the smear of blood that splashed on your face and put away the strands of your hair that were covering your face. You clung to him, your body trembling and eyes are tired from the whole incident that happened throughout the night. Himejima carried your body, bridal style.

On the way home, your hand was gripping on Gyomei’s clothing, the fear of the horror you witnessed still lingered on your mind. As that reminded you of the night your parents were taken away from you. That night with your parents was the last time you ever encountered an attack and did not expect to see more of it.

It was not long until both of you returned to your house safely. Your eyes were barely open, you could feel Himejima placing you gently on a soft futon. “Gyomei,” you whispered his name. Thus, with the comfort the futon gave you, your eyes gave up, and you slept.

You were awakened by the warm feeling from a huge boulder-like form. There is a slight pain in your head that didn’t help much with your sight. A hot breath can be felt on top of your head. You try to collect yourself to understand the situation around you. As your eyes open, you can clearly see the situation you were in. The room was lit up with the sun’s morning rays. Himejima’s arms wrapped around you, holding you tight as his body faces you. You noticed that he did not have that rumbling voice as usual whenever he sleeps. You moved your head up to take a closer look at him and observe his face. He was sleeping peacefully. Your hand cupped his face and your thumb rubbed his cheek.

You cannot help, but wonder how precious your husband was. The memories of the night were still fresh, though you felt differently. Last night, you were attacked by a demon and that made you recollect the memories of your late parents. The fear of last night was not mainly from the demon attack, but you realized that much of your fear comes from the thought of losing someone you love–Gyomei. You are aware that your situation with your husband has not yet been resolved, but that’s barely an enigma for you to face compared to losing your beloved husband at all.

Himejima was slowly waking himself up from his slumber. He moved slightly and pulled you into a tight embrace which caused you to let out a small utter cry of pain, “Ow.” With the sound of your voice, Himejima noticed that you were awake.

“(Y/n),” he called your name and tried to pull his arms away from you. “I apologize, I hope I didn’t cause you any harm.”

“A little, but not at all,” you told him and let out a chuckle.

Himejima did not speak a word after that as he was afraid that he might say the wrong words or do more damage from everything. Your eyes stared at him and you could see the nervousness on his face. So, you started the conversation with him to clear the air up.

“Gyomei–”

Before you could utter a word or so, you were cut off by Himejima. “(Y/n), I apologize for the way I made you feel. I didn’t mean to push you away like that.” Your eyes lit up at his words, you were silent for a while but you still wanted to understand him even more.

“It was hard for me to understand everything that night with the two of us. I thought you did not want any part of me anymore,” you confessed.

The guilt was plain on the gentle giant's face as you spoke. He seemed worried about your well-being. “No, no. It’s nothing like that. If anything, it was my mistake to push you away. I want to be with you, (y/n). I was just not accustomed to things like that and I was afraid that if we ever reached that point, I would be able to hurt you in that.”

As you listened to his words, a wave of relief washed over you. His vulnerability and honesty were something you hadn't expected. You realized that his fear of hurting you was rooted in his own insecurities and past experiences.

“Gyomei, I understand you. I want to be with you too. I want to experience everything with you in sickness and in health, in every pain, in every happiness, in every feeling there is. I hope you understand how I feel about you.“ A curve from the Stone Hashira’s face has formed and you can tell by his expression that it is genuine.

“Thank you. I’m glad that we talked about this,” he said as he reached out to hold your hand. You felt a deep connection forming between you. It was clear that your relationship was taking a significant step forward. Gyomei planted a kiss on your forehead and you tickled the side of his torso which caused him to jerk a little and laugh.

This was another step forward for your relationship with Gyomei, a cathartic release of shared pain that forged a deeper bond between you as husband and wife. As you opened up to each other, a newfound understanding and empathy bloomed, strengthening the fabric of your relationship.

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