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kuroosdarling · 2 years

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𝕽𝖔𝖔𝖒 𝟏: 𝕱𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖐𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖎𝖓’𝖘 𝕷𝖆𝖇

♡‧₊˚ starring: Dr. Akaashi

‎♡‧₊˚ cw: mdni!! unprotected sex, thigh riding, slight power play (akaashi acts as a mentor), manhandling, praise, double penetration

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a/n: please please let me know if i forgot any tags. super nervous for my first kinktober fic but here we go !! thank u nesi for reading through all this and hyping me up LMFAO. i hope you guys enjoy it hehe

Honestly, you barely even wanted to come to the Halloween fair this year. It would’ve been another cruddy festival filled with hollow spooks and lame costumes. But your friends had insisted, and you were a sucker for them so here you were. They had decided to race off to the sketchy looking ferris wheel while your fear of heights had you deterring from the attraction. Instead, you headed towards the haunted house.

Everyone had said it was the scariest yet, but since it was run by the volleyball team on campus, you weren’t convinced. It would be something to pass the time while your friends rode a few rides. Maybe you could get your thrills in a different way.

“Good luck. All you have to do is complete the experiment, outrun the killer, survive the werewolf, break out of the torture chamber and somehow escape the underworld.” The guy at the counter said, sliding the ticket towards you.

“Oh is that all?” You roll your eyes, picking it up. It should be a piece of cake.

“Oh and don’t die.” The blondie that sold your ticket gave you a wicked smirk, softly puffing his cigarette smoke in your face as he gestured towards the double doors that led to the house. The house itself looked like a basic haunted house with faint ‘scary’ music playing in the background. Flashes of light and distant screams filled your ears as you looked onward. A crow sat by the front of the door and squawked at you as you made your way down the path.

As you walked towards the door, you heard the distinct buzz of a walkie talkie, but paid no mind as he was probably just alerting the staff that a new victim was walking into the house of horrors. Little did you know…

Opening the door, it felt like you were the only one in this whole makeshift building. The first room was obviously a spoof of Frankenstein, completed with the lab and even a fake body on the table. There wasn’t anyone even around which checked out since this was just a small little fair. They probably didn’t put much effort into it.

Something pricked at the back of your neck, raising the tiny little hairs that laid there. You easily shake off the feeling, trying to cool the rising nerves that flooded your system. A couple steps further and you could make it to the other side of the door, going through the door to the next room.

A resounding boom and a flash of light caused you to jump in your place. A slightly crazed looking man with glasses and a lab coat flew by you, muttering something under his breath as he made his way to the table with the fake body. Only it wasn’t fake, the body rising slowly as it groaned loudly. The man in the lab coat laughed maniacally before turning towards you, chanting something about he was alive.

“Why hello there. You’re just in time. Would you be interested in being my little test subject?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. For some reason, you couldn’t move your feet. The initial fear had stuck you in place but it was slowly rolling off of you as you took in his attractive appearance. His deep blue eyes burned with a spark that had you transfixed on him. The man made his way closer to you. “What’s wrong? Can’t speak? Maybe I can run another experiment on you then.”

“What?” You breathe out, looking towards the man that was getting off the table and slowly shuffling his way towards the two of you; his white hair shimmering in the low lights. You had slightly recognized him from one of your classes. But the Doctor himself was unrecognizable.

“Oh, so you can speak. Excellent.” The man waved over the ‘monster’. “I’ve been working on experiments and I think it’s time to move on to the next stage. This is my life’s work. But I'm going to need him to have more human interactions. Would you be able to help?”

What kind of haunted house was this? You should’ve high-tailed it far away by now, but the skit had seemed so immersive that you couldn’t break away from the scene. The look the doctor was giving you seemed so sincere that you couldn’t help but fall into his trap.

“Sure. What do you need me to do, Doctor?” You asked, looking up at him. His eyes immediately darkened, absolutely pleased with your eagerness to

help.

“I’d like to release him into the wild to live among the people. But in order to do that, he needs to have social interaction beyond just me. I can only teach him so much, I believe a woman’s touch would be perfect for this next experiment.”

With the look that they were giving you, it was easy to tell where this was going. Biting back a smirk, you nod your head with your bottom lip trapped between your teeth.

“Let’s start somewhere simple. Would you be able to kiss him? Then we can see what progresses from there. This is for science, mind you, so just let whatever happen, happen. We need a full report on the expanses of pleasure.” He said, taking a slight step back as the ‘monster’ took another step forward towards you. His golden eyes sparked with delight and recognition as he took in your figure.

Not sure who was supposed to make the first move, you decide to step closer, gently holding his face and bringing him in for a kiss. Obviously, this monster had a little experience as he quickly slipped his tongue into your mouth, letting out a small groan as he felt your tongue glide against his.

His strong arms wrapped themselves around you, pulling you closer. A sigh escaped your lips as you lost yourself in the kiss. For someone who just came to life, he sure seemed to know what he was doing. His kiss was overpowering, backing you up against the wall.

It was all escalating so quickly but all you could do was run with it. His touch against your skin was hot, deliciously igniting a flame in your core. What made it even better was the eyes that watched you from a distance, taking in every second that unfolded in front of him.

He hiked you up against the wall, pressing his knee up between your legs dangerously close to the spot you needed him most. A whine escaped you, flowing from the back of your throat right into his mouth. In return, you swallowed the deep groan he let out. Your hands run through his hair, pulling him even closer, but it wasn’t enough. Desperate for some more friction, you start to ride his meaty thigh, relishing in the pleasure it was bringing you.

“He’s going to need to learn more than just kissing, isn’t that right, Bokuto?” The doctor called out to the two of you. The ‘monster’ named Bokuto nodded his head against your lips before pulling back, searching your eyes for something. You look over at the doctor, who’s eagerly looking back. You nod at both of them.

“I’ll help you guys with whatever you need. He needs to know what pleasure is, correct? Or am I misinterpreting the experiment, Doctor.” You feign innocence. you weren’t sure how far they wanted to take things but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t game. The doctor took a step forward towards the two of you.

“Correct.” He said slowly. “You can call me Dr. Akaashi, by the way. I want you to teach him how you need to be prepped before participating in the art of pleasure.”

You nod at him and look back at Bokuto, who was still staring down at you. Suddenly, everyone was on the same page and tension flooded the room, wrapping itself around your throat. The only solace you could find was latching your lips against Bokuto’s. Pulling him in for another searing kiss, you take a hold of his hand and trail it up your thigh to where the hem of your skirt lies.

“You can go ahead and take these off.” You purr, bringing his hand up further up to where your soaked panties were. Bokuto’s breath hitched in your mouth, his fingers curling against the fabric before ripping them down. The sudden cold exposure had you shivering in his hold. “Good boy.”

Bokuto relished in your praise, immediately moving his fingers toward your glistening folds. You gasp out as he slowly slips a finger in. His finger was bigger than you expected, the stretch already feeling so good. Bokuto’s lips crash against yours again, swallowing up any moans you let out as his finger stretches you out. It was hard not to buck into his hand, so you let your instincts take over. In response, Bokuto slipped another finger in, seeing how riled up he could get you.

“It looks good so far, but I may have to demonstrate the next few steps as they get increasingly more complicated.” Akaashi said, his presence suddenly coming into view as he steps beside you and Bokuto. His hand circles around Bokuto’s wrist, pulling his fingers out of you. You whimper at the loss, looking at Akaashi for your next direction. “Why don’t we try putting more than a finger in, hmm? Then we can have our dear Bokuto join us.”

“Yes please.”

Bokuto stepped back as Akaashi took a step closer to you; suddenly filling all your senses with so much as a dark gaze, the blue that used to take up his eyes had morphed into a color so deep you swore there wasn’t any blue left. There was a small moment of hesitation before Akaashi reached for your hand, placing it right on the bulge of his pants. You let a small gasp and you run your hand over it lightly, the coldness of his zipper almost stings your hand away but you move forward, slowly unzipping them as you hold eye contact. No one dared breath too deeply as you fish out his hard cock, standing tall and already oozing with pre.

He moves your hand gently before spitting in his hand to lube up his aching length, stroking it firmly before lining the tip up at your entrance. It already felt so hot against you — you couldn’t help but grind against it , letting out soft whimpers that filled the room. With a deep breath, he takes it and slowly pushes in, groaning as he slowly enters you. His head dips down so he could get a taste of your lips, the thing he had been craving since you had first walked into the haunted house. He couldn’t let Bokuto have all the fun, and your lips were just too soft to let up. The moment he bottoms out, the two of you groan into each other's mouths. The stretch felt so nice. His cock was lengthy and reached a part that was so deep in you that you didn’t know it could be touched. He hiked up your leg around his waist as he had you still pinned against the wall and started to move his hips slowly.

His hips slowly started moving forward, pushing into you at an increasing pace. Bokuto let out a soft sound at the sight, feeling somewhat left out. Your head turned, breaking away from Akaashi’s plush lips, much to his displeasure. Bokuto takes it as his chance to reclaim your lips. All of your senses felt fired up, you felt so full but it still felt like you were missing something.

“Bokuto, I hope you’re paying attention to how I’m doing this because – fuck – because you’re about to join us.” Akaashi breathed out, trying to hold back any moans that threatened to spill from his lips. He wanted to keep up the appearance of the calm and collected doctor but the way your cunt was gripping him had him struggling.

“There’s no room, though.” Bokuto pouted, breaking away from you. He and Akaashi shared a menacing look before Bokuto grabbed onto your hips as he slipped behind you, pulling you closer.Instead of being pinned against the wall you were now pinned against Bokuto's broad chest. Akaashi’s cock chased you, trying to keep its place inside of you as Bokuto manhandled you around, trying to fit into the intricate puzzle the three of you were creating. Bokuto’s cock pushed against your backside. “Think you have room for one more in that pretty pussy of yours?”

“Please-” You whimper out. There’s no way that Bokuto could fit his girthy cock in you, but you figured you let him try anyway. Akaashi kept thrusting into you, squelching sounds filling the room. Akaashi spit into his hand again, but this time he grabbed a hold of Bokuto’s cock, sliding his hand over it to get it nice and wet before he tried to stick it inside of you. Luckily, Bokuto was dripping with his own precum which only helped the situation.

Bokuto slides his cock against Akaashi’s and prodded at your entrance. Your body tensed as you felt him trying to make his way in. Bokuto cooed in your ear, rubbing all along your body in soothing motions. Akaashi whispered sweet nothings in your ear as he stilled his hips, waiting for Bokuto to hurry up and for you to give him the okay to move.

Inch by thick inch, Bokuto made his way inside of you. Akaashi kissed all along your neck, trying to soothe any discomfort that the stretch had brought on. Their cocks rubbed together inside of you, deliciously splitting you open. You already felt so full even though he hadn’t bottomed out yet. The stretch of both cocks had you seeing stars, clenching around their cocks as you came around them.

“Shit.” Akaashi murmured, “That was so hot. Good girl, good fucking girl.” As you came undone, it only made it easier for Bokuto to bottom out. Now, both cocks were fully seated inside of you. “Ready for us?”

“Yes.” your head lolls back onto Bokuto’s shoulder. Your eyes trail up to Bokutos golden ones, locking into place. “Please fuck me.”

They didn’t wait for any further confirmation as they took alternating strokes into you. One would pull all the way out as the other pounded into you. It all happened so fast that it felt like they were continuously fucking themselves into you. Your hand clutched onto Akaashi’s firm bicep, holding on as the two chased their high. At some point, your feet weren't even touching the floor anymore; properly finding yourself sandwiched between the two men.

Even though you just came, you felt your next high building up incredibly fast. One of them must’ve noticed because you felt a hand slither down to your clit, rubbing slow circles along it. It was all too much so you weren’t even sure which one it could’ve been.

“Bokuto, remember that when you’re with a woman you have to focus on this spot here.” Akaashi spoke out, his finger increasing the speed, causing your back to arch against Bokuto. “Let me see your hand and we can do this together. I want to make sure you learn correctly.”

Bokuto didn’t say anything but you could tell by his grunt that he understood. Seconds later, you felt a thick finger and a lithe finger play with your clit as they had continuously pounded into you. It was all you needed to reach your high, letting out a long moan, you tighten against both cocks as you let your high run its course.

Instead of cumming inside of you, both men pulled out at the same time, causing your feet to finally land back on the ground. The sudden emptiness had you whining out but you quickly shut your mouth as you saw the scene in front of you unfold. Both men had pivoted towards each other, their tips almost lining up as they stroked their cocks at a furious pace. Almost at the same time, they came onto each other, a beautiful sympathy of groans filling the room as they reached their peak together. There were a few moments of silence as they stared each other in the eyes before their gaze landed back onto you.

Akaashi gave you a kiss on the shoulder while Bokuto kissed you on the head. One of them gently massaged your thighs as the other murmured the sweetest praise in your ears.

“Thank you for showing Bokuto the pleasures of life.” Akaashi pulled back, giving you a subtle smirk. “Your effort in our scientific research doesn’t go unnoticed.”

“Exactly! Now you can continue on your journey and spread your legs.” Bokuto beamed at you. Akaashi hit him against the shoulder.

“He means your knowledge. You can spread your knowledge.” He shook his head with a soft smile on his face. “You gonna be okay for the next few rooms?”

You smirk at the two men as you adjust your skirt.

“Oh, I think I’ll be just fine.”

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unofficialmuilover · 10 months

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EPIPHANY

Muichiro x Reader

"Did he forget" You mumbled to yourself slightly frowning as you anxiously waited for the mist pillar to show up.

"I sent him a letter yesterday to remind him" you tried to convince yourself, no, he wouldn't forget, maybe he was running late. You shook your head as you sat down in Mitsuri's porch, legs dangling as you look in the direction to where Muichiro was supposed to appear but it's been an hour since everyone has arrived.

You felt bad for Mitsuri, she loves having people over at her estates and when you told her Muichiro's Birthday is near she had delightfully insisted to be a host for his birthday, eyes laced with excitement as she starts inviting everyone including genya and tanjiro who he had become close with after their battle in swordsmith but the birthday boy is nowhere to be found.

Thankfully his friends were understanding, Tanjiro had reassured everyone that he probably forgot and it wasn't Muichiro's intention to ditch you all.

Your mind was running for possible scenarios, you knew he wouldn't just miss his birthday when you reminded him plenty of times.

Muichiro may appear cold and distant but after his battle in the swordsmith village, his memories came flashing back, it was probably his near death experience that had his life flashing before his eyes but either way, the dull in his eyes was replaced with light.

The first time Muichiro flashes you with a warm and bright smile, it has your knees buckling, your heart was thumping so loud that you thought your chest would burst open. His eyes were full of life, it even got you teary eyed when you heard him laugh for the first time. He was entirely different person and it got you captivated.

You got to learn this sweet, optimistic, loving and compassionate Muichiro, it was so unlikely for him not to attend his own party, and you were dreading that something might happen.

When your crow came back with the news of Muichiro's whereabouts, loudly squawking a direction and word hurt. Everything else was muffled as you snatched your katana and took off to where Muichiro was hurt.

It took you an hour before you arrived at your destination to where your crow had guided you. Your chest is heaving heavily as your worried eyes searched for the mist pillar.

You took in your surroundings, yellow gingko leaves swirling in the wind, rustling sound of trees as another breeze of wind blew past. It was almost peaceful except for the faint sniffles you heard, your eyes landing on the boy you were looking for, his back was facing towards you, he's not wearing his usual loose and oversized uniform.

"Mui" his name rolled out your tongue before you could stop them. He whipped his head to the sound of your voice, you gasped as you took in the state he was in, the redness of his cheek and puffiness of his mint-green eyes brimming with tears as they miserably gazed at you, it was something you never saw in him before, you could handle him being cold and distant, but this? It was a new level you couldn't bear to see it again.

It was like your body had a mind of their own as they quickly approached the broken Mist Pillar, your arms swiftly wrapped around his neck as you embrace him into a warm hug, he nuzzles his head to your neck, instantly relaxing to your arms as he lets out a small cry.

"Shhh.. It's okay... I'm here.." You softly said, rubbing circles in his back in a soothing manner, offering warm solace.

"I.. I thought.. my onii-chan hated me" he started to open up in between sobs, hand gesturing to the direction in front, It was then you noticed the three graves in front of you. Your heart shattering upon the realization that these were his family. Your heart aches for the boy in your arms.

Feeling the scorching sun burn your skins, you pulled out from the embrace, scanning the mist hashira in front of you and noticing that his skin was bright red from the sun. Was he standing here for too long?

"Come on" you murmured softly as you tugged him to seek shelter under the tree, you took off your haori and spread them in the ground for the both of you to sit down on to. "Come here" you gently pat the spot beside you, pulling him down with you.

"You know I'll always be here for you Mui, you could always talk to me and I'll be here to listen" you said, eyes lacing with care as you gaze the mist pillar besides you. He had scoots closer to lay his head on your shoulder, seeking comfort from your warmth. You run your finger through his hair, feeling the soft strands brush against your hand as you continuously repeat the action. He seems visibly relaxed with your gesture and starts muttering his past.

You sat there with him, offering comfort whenever he breaks down a little.

Mui.

He had lost his parents at the age of 10.

He and his twin brother had to live alone together.

He thought Yui hated him, but he was wrong. His onii-chan had always loved him in his own unique way. He witnessed his beloved onii-chan hesitantly jump in to sacrifice himself to protect him.

He had lost his memories due to the trauma.

He had to face off demons at the young age.

He was left all alone in this cruel world, with no one to run to.

He was lost.

Your heart aches as you listened to him. He had perfectly put a strong façade, with no hint that he was carrying a baggage. How can be the world be so cruel.

The moment you reminded him his birthday was today, he immediately thought of his twin brother, he hadn't visited them since his memories had returned. He felt bad, how could he. How dare he live a life that his twin brother had sacrificed? Forgetting about the party, he went to where he had lived before, visiting his family. Paying his respect and apologising for even forgetting about them. Thankfully you came right on time. Giving him solace and words of wisdom.

He wanted to celebrate his birthday with you and his family, even though they were not physically present, it gives him comfort knowing they are right with him spiritually. The two of you sat in silence, enjoying each others company. Forgetting about that party that was held for Mui. Your presence was enough and he was thankful for accompanying him.

"Thank you Y/n" He softly whispered, not moving an inch from your shoulder.

"Oh shushh, you know I'll be always here for you" you chuckled lightly, relief that he is fine now.

He shifted on his seat to face you, he had stopped crying for awhile but it definitely left a trace, as you examine his features, puffy red eyes, a shade of pink in his cheeks and nose.

He was beaming at you, smiling widely as if he didn't cry earlier. "I'm serious, thank you for always being there for me"eyes glistening with appreciation as they gaze on you. Making you grinned at him, playfully pinching his red nose, making him flinch and swat your hand away, laughing while doing so.

"You better not cry again, you're supposed to be happy it's your birthday" you pouted at the mist pillar in front of you.

"I'm happy right now" he laughs softly, mint green eyes staring at you with adoration.

You playfully cross your arms as your eyes narrowed at him "Eeeh I forgot to bring my birthday gift to you" You left at Mitsuri's estate as when you scurried off to where he was, thankfully he was alright.

"Hmmm" he tilted his head, fingers in his chin as if he was thinking of something.

"What?" You asked as you stare back him.

"I thought you already brought my present" he replied, grinning as he watched your face registered his words.

"Me?" You exclaimed, laughing loudly as you tease him "So Cliché" he joined you laughing, "can't help it" he murmured before pulling you for a kiss. It was quick but left a trace of warmth. It was a good thing that he pulled you in a hug, you were able to hide your blushing face.

"Happy Birthday Mui"

"Yup, I'm definitely happy"

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peggy-sue-reads-a-book · 8 months

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The Garden of Innocence

Summary: Dionysus is not a Joe Goldberg tier weirdo following her around the beach because he would never be so that.

Chapter 5

She waited for despair. But all that came was more anger. Stupid Theseus. Stupid man and his stupid honor, his proud parents, his princely laurel, and all the other things he should have thought of before accepting her help. It was ridiculous.

She wished she’d been quicker that morning on the beach, negotiated with him. Had she been thinking, she might have played on his guilt and convinced him to deliver her somewhere safe. Surely, surely there was somewhere for her. Circe, her aunt might take her.

Perhaps it wasn’t too late. She thought of the fig tree again. She tore through the woods, never tripping, never looking down. Even if she did not find it, there had to be others. She was hungry. And more than anything, thirsty.

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The argument has been pretty dull. The man moaning about his kingdom and his crown. The woman, indignant. Dionysus was a young god, but already one mortal squabble was the same as the next.

He sighed and tried to leave. He could not. Uninterested as he was in the scene, he had planned to sleep for the entire week and their voices were growing louder.

Will you shut up! he cried. And a flock of gulls squawked overhead. One of them even shat, barely missing the man’s hair. A petulant wave slammed into the hull of the boat, indicating that they really had ought to get a move on. Couldn’t they take their domestic problems back to wherever they came from?

When the man finally boarded his vessel, Dionysus was sure to give it an encouraging little push.

“Zeus be praised,” the man muttered, bowing his head piously.

Zeus, my ass. He wouldn’t notice the likes of you if were to fuck his mother with your hair on fire. Now get out of here. And look where you’re going, would you? Nevertheless, Dionysus drew a breath and released a gentle puff, just enough to fill the sail. It stretched against the wind like the wing of a great crow.

Dionysus wasn’t an expert in sailing, but it looked to him that the man was harried, juggling tasks. Maybe he was just sunburned. That is when he struck him that the woman was missing. Mortals were not generally afforded close scrutiny unless they had very much offended him. For Theseus, he felt only a mere pinprick of dislike. Just enough to draw him from his ennui.

The a wave split against the prow. For an instant, the sun was blistering bright. Dionysus squinted against the sudden glare.

She’ll die, you know.

“Shut up, Apollo,” he muttered.

Theseus startled. Of course, he could not hear their voices but he sensed a threat. They always did. Dionysus decided Theseus was a liability. If he stuck around for long enough for the god’s presence to send him into cardiac arrest, the chances are some other god would be offended. Probably one of his sisters. After all, he was handsome. A little taller than Dionysus himself, actually. Aphrodite’s type, come to think of it.

The god took his leave. Underwater, he allowed himself to take form, if only to feel the pleasure of a cool current against his sides. His body was sleek, with beautiful wrists and jutting hipbones. The salt stung his face where the sun had burned him in its sudden flare. He was glad. He knew why humans occasionally pursued pain in their lovemaking; it rendered pleasure so much sharper, clearer. It was perhaps why the luxuries of Olympus failed to hold his attentions.

When he returned to the beach, the girl was crying. Not loudly. She perched on a rock in the shadow of a larger rock, inconspicuous. Theseus would not see her if he looked back.

Of all things, she was tearing ruffles her skirt. The lovely sandals were gone from her feet. She bandaged them in the strips of linen. Makeshift shoes, he supposed. She didn’t look hurt. Another strip she used to secure her hair in a braid.

With her hair back, he could see she was a sweet-faced girl, despite how sour her expression. Once the boat was out of sight, Ariadne climbed down from the rocks and began walking slowly inland. The beach was full of scrub and yellow flowers. None of it remarkable from the rest. She found a branch jutting from one of the taller bushes and tore another strip from her skirt, marking the branch with a tight not.

Dionysus watched her, bemused. As the forest grew thicker, she snapped twigs from trees as she passed them, leaving them to dangle. And every few paces, she would tie another marker to a branch. Her dress — what was left of it — was brightest blue. The same cheerful aqua as the sea at midday. It looked well against her warm skin. Sometimes, she would stop and frown, with the appearance of listening for something.

At first, he did not understand the pattern of her movement through the woods, until it became obvious she chose paths leading downhill. She was looking for water. Dionysus felt stupid for having taken so long to have guessed. Then again, he needed nothing for mere survival.

There were streams on the island, plenty of them. But where there were streams there were naiads. They might see her pretty face reflected in their own vessels and turn salty out of spite. Worse were the river gods. They would be all to pleased to find a pretty mortal, parched and alone. He knew. This place was rich with divinity- even Theseus had felt it.

Well, she’d been through enough for one day. Apollo had said she would die soon. There wasn’t much he could do about fate. But give her today. Thirst was a terrible way to go. Hidden in the shade of an oak, he shut his eyes.

“Oh!” Ariadne cried, jumping. Where her foot last struck the earth, icy water spurted. As she stared, more water shot from her own footprint, taking the most perfect shape of a small fountain. Dionysus smiled at his handiwork. Dispensing blessings was fun. Usually, they slaughtered a cow for you, maybe even pledged their firstborn to your holy service.

He waited for her smile, her hands clapping in relief. Instead, she was terrified. Ariadne stared at the water, obviously desperate for it. She looked around, eyes large and frightened. She knelt by the fountain. Instead of drinking, she prayed.

“Please. Please, please.” Though barely audible, she was begging not to be poisoned.

Dionysus rolled his eyes. Humans were pitiful. You show them a miracle and still they grovel. Tentatively, the girl reached her cupped hands and drank from them. The water was perfect, as he knew it would be. Colder and purer than melted snow, which even she had never tasted. It would probably sustain her even in her hunger.

She splashed her face in it, her arms, her feet. Watching her joy, it struck him how dirty she was. Sandy and sunburnt. Once she had cleaned up and had her fill, she knelt again and bowed her head. “Thank you,” she whispered.

To his surprise, she unpinned a golden broach from her bodice, dropped it in the fountain like a child making a wish. It was so mortal of her. Attempting to pay you in their trinkets. Probably just afraid of being smote. She took a last sip of water and left. Who knew what she was looking for now. Food maybe. It was anyone’s guess what a human being did when it was lost. He’d never paid much attention.

Dionysus did not follow her immediately. He stopped to look at what she’d dropped in the fountain. The thank you gift. It was no fatted calf but the gold was nearly pure, yellow as a bee. The broach was in the shape of two dolphins. Nose to nose, tails brushing. He felt bad for taking her treasure, and almost left it behind in the fountain.

Then again, nymphs nearly all had sticky fingers and any number of them were running around gossiping already about the fountain in the footprint. The gold warmed in his hand. He took it with him.

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lerknow · 8 months

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Blackout~

Blackout Lee! Taehyun Ler! ???

"What Lurks in the Dark" Week 1 of Crow's TickleTober

Synopsis: Late at night during a storm the lights suddenly go out, leaving Taehyun alone in the dark. Or so he thought. Instead, he isin't alone and whoever had joined him had a mischievous plan for him.

Warnings: This is Tickle Fiction, We don't know who the ler is till the end~

©LerKnow Don’t repost, copy or re-write in any way

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"Haha very funny guys. Who turned out the lights?" Taehyun rolls his eyes. He had been sitting in the living room, scrolling through funny posts on Weverse before the lights shut off suddenly.

October in the dorm was like a longer April fool’s day. No one could escape the spooky themed pranks, especially if you were in the middle of the dark as Taehyun was.

Turning his phone screen around, Taehyun looked to face the room around him. The dim light from his phone was the only thing lighting up against the pitch-black room.

Peeking down the hall, no one else had their lights on either. It was already late, so there was nothing too out of the ordinary.

"Guys?"

It was quiet. Too quiet. The harsh sounds of thunder and rain tapping against the window were the only things audible above Taehyun's own breathing...

That was until he heard sharp creaking in the floorboards.

Crap.

Not even a week into October and Taehyun was going to be the first victim of whatever game the members played every year. This was definitely not the outcome he thought through today but he should have expected nothing less.

Taehyun's thoughts of dread were quickly cut off by the familiar feeling of hands against his waist, from behind. He didn't even get a chance to think again before said hands begun scribbling against his thin tank top.

As much as his ego would love it, Taehyun couldn't help but flinch with a trill squeal. He might be the strongest member but he was nowhere near as strong with holding his reactions back.

Freely into the air, Taehyun broke into giggles. Trying to form sentences just to be cut off by his own involuntary, high pitched noises.

Though tickling had become a regular occurrence in the TXT dorm, it was still rare for Taehyun to be on the receiving end of said things. That fact mixed with one of five sences being cut off made it a lot harder to contain his frantic noises.

"Plehease, who ahahare you?"

Whoever he was, he was silent. Of course he was silent. Whichever member behind him was definitely taking this prank seriously. Thinking of who it could be, that didn't exactly narrow down his options.

Unexpectedly, Taehyun felt the teasy fingers switch to squeeze instead. His hands traveling further up his overly sensitive sides.

Taehyun choked on another squeal, smacking his hands over his mouth. It was still late, no way could he risk waking the remaining 3 members. The only thing worse than waking them would be the teasing to come after.

Taehyun's sounds only muffled now but still easily heard within the room. He squeezed his eyes shut as if it would help dim the sensations.

With Taehyun's hands now out of the way, the tickler dug his fingers under Taehyun's exposed arms. It was moment's like this Taehyun regretted his outfit choices. The sleeveless cut of his tank top making matters worse for himself.

Quickly, Taehyun felt his knees buckle under him, gravity pulling him to the floor.

Where some people would stop, the mystery tickler kept going. Following Taehyun to the floor he did the oposite of relenting his attacks. Squeezes morphed back into wiggling fingers under his arms and back down to his sides.

To catch himself, Taehyun had to move his hands back from his mouth. Squawking loudly at a very calculated jab to his ribs. He could basically feel the smirk from behind as his giggles flowed once again.

With energy running thin, Taehyun couldn't bear to hold himself in this position any longer. Similar to his legs, his arms sank him further to the ground until he was like a pancake against the floorboards. Weakly begging to what felt like an empty audience.

Taehyun gave up with fighting, feeling too weak to even stand. He was too vulnerable, lying flat down on his tummy. He couldn't reach behind himself to fight back even if he wanted to.

The lights finally clicked on after what felt like an eternity. With his senses back, Taehyun managed to pry the hands off of him and crawl away.

Taehyun leaned back against the wall to catch his breath. Straightening his shirt, he got a look at the man in front of him.

"Beomgyu what the hell was that for?" Taehyun crossed his arms in mock annoyance. Trying to sound intimidating after being wrecked wasn't an easy feat. With a smile and light after-giggles present, taking Taehyun seriously was not on Beomgyu's To-Do list.

"What? What did I do?" Beomgyu smirked. believing Beomgyu's innocence was hard when the culprit was right there.

Rolling his eyes, Taehyun continued to death glare his older member.

"Hey, you can't blame me," Beomgyu threw his hands up, defending himself. "I would have never forgiven myself if i missed an opportunity like that to get you for once."

"So, you didn't turn off the lights?" Taehyun raised his eyebrow at the confession.

"No that was all the power's fault," Beomgyu admitted. "I was coming to see if the power went out everywhere but i saw you standing in the middle of the room and decided to mess with you."

"You better sleep with one eye open tonight."

Beomgyu laughed it off, like he always does but a threat like that from Taehyun is one not to be taken lightly. Especially during October.

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#tickletober #Kpop Tickle #Kpop Ticklefic #Txt Tickle #Txt Ticklefic #TickleTober 2023 #LerKnowWriting:✍️

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dregstrash · 1 year

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a/n: Hands. Kanej. That’s pretty much it.

Inej was staring at his hands again.

It was a habit these days.

And she couldn’t quite decide if it was a good or bad thing.

She was sure he had noticed. There were very few things that Kaz Brekker didn’t see. But for her sake, he never said anything. Didn’t even tease.

He went about his tasks as normal while pretending like he couldn’t feel her very eyes studying, examining the look and shape of them.

It might have been pathetic, maybe even obsessive. If she was any other girl and if Kaz was any other boy.

But it was them. It has always been just them.

So, it was neither pathetic nor obsessive.

It simply was a habit that had the same awe and reverence of seeing the shimmer of sunlight peeking through the dark gray clouds that has covered the sea. Like if you had taken your eyes off of the beautiful and rare thing in front of you, it might disappear completely and you would never know exactly if you’ll ever see it again.

Kaz’s hands weren’t beautiful, Inej thought. They were veiny and callused. Faint scars tracing the length of them. They were hands that were never meant to carry soft or comforting things.

Those hands that have been washed in blood more than water. Those hands that have been raised to hurt instead of caress. Those hands that have been hidden away as a last defense against a world that had stripped away the ability to feel anything but pain and sorrow.

Those hands were not beautiful, but Inej loved them anyway.

And just because she could. Just because he was trying (trying for her). She took bold, intentionally loud, steps towards him, so he could hear her coming (he always heard her coming).

He looked up at her from his papers. His dark, dark eyes meeting hers in the closest approximation of affection and anticipation. He waited for her (he would always wait for her). And she made sure she touched his shoulder lightly before proceeding forward.

His eyes never left hers, while she watched that tenseness start in his jaw. The three swallows of breath that he tried to hide, and then the calm after the brief initial contact.

From his shoulder, she moved slowly down. Watching him as he was frequently watching her. Looking for signs to stop. Looking for signs that today was one of the bad days.

But the sun was shining through the window, and Kaz stayed still.

Today was a good day.

She finally made it to the skin exposed at his wrist, and there she paused. Her fingertips light against the pulse there. It was erratic, she realized. Not in panic. But in something that belonged entirely to her.

Kaz gave the faintest of nods, and Inej finally smiled.

She interlaced her fingers with his and moved around his desk so she could perch on the corner of it. Kaz gave a flash of a smile before bowing his head back to his work. His thumb working slowly back and forth against the back of her hand.

Inej was facing the window to his office, her legs swinging lightly as she admired the dirty city that looked so peaceful in the daylight. The crows at the window squawked loudly, and Inej’s smile widened.

She squeezed Kaz’s hand, and he squeezed back.

It was a good thing, she thought. This habit of hers.

She would stare at Kaz Brekker’s hands for as long as she wanted, because he let her see him without the armor he put on for the rest of the world.

#kanej #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #kaz x inej #six of crows #soc #crooked kingdom #ck #just a quiet little moment

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nichirinpen · 2 years

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Wisteria Woman

SanemiXReaderXGiyu

Can also be read here on AO3 with a little Epilogue

Synopsis- The lone proprietress of an old and rural Wisteria house, you find two injured Hashira at your door step. They show their thanks in an unconventional manner.

Content Warnings- AFAB reader descriptions, Threesome FMM, Vaginal fingering, Double Penetration, biting, descriptions of wounds.

~Minors DNI~

You were awoken from your sleep by a crow cawing. The sound was jarring, making you wince as you blinked blearily into the darkness of your room. The darned bird was next to your head, squawking for all it was worth. Sitting up you rubbed your tired eyes, shooting a glare at the inky fowl.

“CAW! My Lady! Two Injured! CAW”

Just great. You looked around, taking in the pitch dark of your room and the mostly silent house. It couldn’t be later than 2 am. The dead of night and you had two injured souls on their way. Sighing you stood, shushing the bird away as you rolled out of your futon. Your shoulders ached slightly and you cursed under your breath. Of course the night after you had spent all day helping with the local town harvest you would get woken during much needed sleep.

“HURRY UP!! CAW!”

You sent a burning glare towards the crow. The little creature was growing more and more annoying as time passed. It hopped about, bobbing its head as if doing a little dance. You stretched, your back cracking with the motion, it was much too early for this shit.

“Shouldn’t you be guiding them here?” You shuffled out of your room, lifting the candle you had lit. Adjusting your sleeping robes you trailed towards the front door, yawning wide. Slipping on a pair of house slippers kept by the front door, you wiggled your toes, trying to wake up. You turned, making your way to the nearby kitchen, yawning loudly.

Your small property was deemed a Wisteria house. Many many years ago your family had agreed to assist the demon slayer and were granted the Wisteria crest. It had been passed from mothers to daughters for ages, finally landing on you. The last living member of your family. It had been easier when your grandmother was living, the house work and hosting for slayers had been manageable between the two of you. But it had been years since she was gone and years since the house had even seen a guest. You grimaced as you passed the aged sliding doors and the creaking wood of the house, things were in slight disrepair.

“Injured! Injured!” The crow was on repeat, bobbing its head furiously. “Hashira! Injured!”

You frowned at the bird, the word was familiar but you couldn’t place the meaning. In all honesty you had not kept up with the house ledgers. Foolish on your part, but it had been nearly a decade since the last slayer. You had seen no need to read the TWENTY-THREE ledger volumes that your ancestors had written. No time when the local villagers were in constant need of help.

Setting your candle down in the kitchen, you threw wood onto the dwindling fire. You would have to cook no doubt and stitch them up.The crow shuffled about nervously, hopping up to peck your arm from time to time. You batted the pesky bird away, lifting a kettle onto the fire. Tea and soup would probably be best for them. Grabbing your candle again you shuffled back into the hallway, yawning again as you lit the lanterns leading to the door. A bath would be the least amount of work, the natural spring in the back doing all of the work. The only saving grace of this dusty old place.

Sliding the front door open you shivered as wind brushed over your skin. It was early autumn still and yet the nights had begun to feel unnaturally cold. Cupping a hand around the flame you peered out into the darkness. The warm light from your hallway casting a yellow glow at your feet. The woods just yards away looked uninviting, the darkness hidden between the trees was inky.

You bit your lip. Anything could be out there, were they alright? The Wisteria that was planted just beyond the trees created a barrier against demons. It was incredibly overgrown as well, you hadn’t trimmed the plants in ages. You shifted back slightly, tugging your robes tighter about your form. Demons weren’t all stupid beasts. Perhaps one was able to get to the slayers? For once the crow was silent, sitting on your shoulder as it glanced about. Did these crows get nervous? Was that why it was so quiet?

You flinched as the sound of movement came from your right. Peeking around the door frame you gasped. Two men stood, well one stood, holding the other upright. The white hair man looked barely conscious, the dark uniform wet with blood. The more upright of the two was holding onto him in a death grip, his knuckles white.

“Oh!” It was all that you could say, rushing forward, your crow companion leaving to circle about the two men. You put out your candle, tossing it aside as you rushed to grab the white haired man. He was heavy, you hooked an arm about his waist, pulling his other arm about your neck. The Hashira was incredibly warm and you grimaced, noting the deep red seeping across your robes.

“Hot water.” The other Hashira’s voice was hoarse as if he had been yelling. “The demon poisoned him. We need charcoal powder too for him to drink.”

“Not through the house then.” You tugged them around the side of the house, trying not to dig your fingers into the bleeding man. He was grumbling quietly under his breath, you realized, noting that he was using rather foul language. The other Hashira stumbled slightly and you yelped as you and the white haired man were tugged to the side.

“FUCK Tomioka!” The white haired man howled, his wild eyes narrowing into a glare. You grimaced, trying your best to keep him standing. Tomioka didn’t acknowledge the complaint, just adjusted his grip on the other man. He looked exhausted.

“Just a bit further.” You urged, tugging them along again. Behind your house lay a stone garden. It encircled the natural spring and you winced at the stone underfoot. The spring itself had stone features carved ages ago by your ancestors, they really made it look quite cozy. And it was, you had spent many an hour lazing in the warm tranquil waters. Blood left a trail on the garden stones and you tried not to think of the massive clean up you would need to do later. That was for tomorrow you to stress about.

Lowering the injured Hashira to the ground, you gently began peeling off his bloody uniform. He protested loudly, at the action. You tried to keep your hands steady but they shook slightly as you worked. The warm feeling of sticky blood on your skin made you nauseous, but you swallowed it as best you could. Last thing the man needed was you vomiting on him. The man was batting weakly at your hands as you shakily attempted to undo his top. Your fingers kept slipping against the blood slicked buttons.

“I’ll get the rest off.” The dark haired man sank to his knees, wincing. “Please bring crushed charcoal in water.”

You nodded, standing and darting into the house through the garden entrance. Kicking off your soiled slippers, you jogged into the kitchen. The blood on your robes felt disgusting against your skin, but you didn’t have time to take care of it. Rinsing your hands, you quickly pulled your mortar and pestle from its spot on the shelf. Luckily enough you had plenty of charcoal. Crushing it quickly you turned, grabbing the kettle with its now boiling water and pouring a cup. You paused, then poured another, both men should probably drink the mixture. Dumping equal amounts of charcoal in the cups, you darted back out of the kitchen and into the living room. The medical kit that had sat ignored for years was dusty but in good shape. You snatched it, tucking it under your arm. Grabbing the two cups from the kitchen, you hurried back outside.

Tomioka sat, half wrestling the white haired Hashira as he attempted to finish unclothing the man. Despite his massive blood loss, the other man was putting up a fight, snarling obscenities. He was going to make himself pass out at this rate or bleed to death. He was shirtless, half out of his pants, his right side was bleeding heavily, splattering the stones and water deep red.

“I dont need your fucking help!” He barked, hands scrambling at the stones as he tried to move away from the dark haired Hashira.

“Here.” Passing the two cups to Tomioka, you dropped the med kit. Kneeling, you swiftly pulled the cursing Hashira’s pants off. He squawked at you and you scowled, batting his weakly flailing hands away.

“Did you come to the Wisteria house to die or to be tended to?” You snapped, grabbing at his blood soaked undergarment and whipping it off. Keeping your eyes firmly on his face, you shoved him into the water. He howled, spitting curses at you as he wriggled in the hot water. The water went deep red as he splashed about. He was bleeding a lot more than he should be.

Tomioka made no move to join the man and you sighed. It was going to be a long night dealing with these idiots.

Stripping out of your bloody sleep robe, you slipped into the hot spring. Rolling your eyes at both men’s near identical looks of shock. You still had your undergarments on so it wasn’t like they could see much. The warm water felt nice, washing the sticky blood from your side.

“Get over here.” You snapped, tugging the white haired man closer. Ignoring his huff of irritation, you quickly scooped water over his muscled form, taking in the multiple lacerations across his right rib and what looked like two bite marks on his left arm. Did the demon have some sort of anticoagulant? That's the only thing you could think of looking at the steadily bleeding wounds. Washing his skin gently you tried your best not to irritate his wounds further. Despite the warmth of the water, his skin felt cool and clammy. He shivered at your touch and you tried to ignore the blush on your cheeks, it was just the hot water you told yourself.

“Whats your name?” You asked, turning to scoop moss from the stones around you. The moss at this hot spring was exactly why your ancestors had settled here centuries ago. The thick soft moss was perfect for temporary wound packing. It had been discovered by accident according to your grandmother, an answer from the gods when your great times 10 or something Grandpa had split his hand open cutting wood for the house. You think he just got lucky and picked trees close to the spring without realizing.

“We are Giyuu Tomioka and Sanemi Shinazugawa.” It was Tomioka who answered, he looked out of it and you frowned. While he was significantly less bloody than his friend, you had a feeling he was hiding the extent of his injuries. His pupils concerned you, they were blown wide and while you could attribute that to the darkness surrounding you and the low lantern light from the house, you doubted it was the cause.

“Well then, Strip Mr. Tomioka.”

Turning to Shinazugawa you began to gently pack his lacerations with the moss. He grunted, teeth clenching as he gripped the stony sides of the hot spring. You paid him no mind, noting the scars that littered his body. These ones would certainly add to his crazed look. Finishing with his ribs, you gently took his forearm in your hands, rinsing it and then packing the bite wounds. He winced, glaring down at you, you rolled your eyes as you finished up, rinsing your hands in the water.

“Moss is just temporary to help stop the bleeding. You can bathe in the water now without worrying about bleeding out.”

He nodded, twisting to look at your work on his ribs. Once done here you’d have to stitch them. You tried not to grimace at the thought, it had been a while since you last took up the needle and thread.

Tomioka slipped into the water next to you, wincing. You narrowed your eyes, some scraps here and there, but nothing as bad as Shinazugawa. Something was most likely broken. Poking his right side you noted the lack of reaction and moved to his left. He was hunched awkwardly and you didn’t think it was an attempt at modesty.

“So, why the charcoal water?” You asked, trying to determine what he had broken. He was holding his left arm awkwardly and you took it gently to inspect.

“To make us throw up to counteract the poison.” He winced as you lifted the arm slightly. You frowned both at his words and his arm. It was dislocated, something you weren't quite sure you were strong enough to push back into place. You pressed below the arm against his ribs and he hissed in pain. Possible broken ribs as well, the skin felt hard and you could see a faint bruise starting to form.

“The demon made you eat something?” You quirried, he looked confused and shook his head. “No, it was like a mist.”

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest, “Mr. Tomioka, drinking charcoal and throwing up will do nothing for something you’ve inhaled.”

He blinked and you heard Shinazugawa behind you snickering. You turned, pointing at the dark haired man. “Does he normally say stupid things.”

Shinazugawa chortled, a wide grin on his face, “In my opinion? Yes, all the time. The most infuriating man.”

“I am not stupid.” Tomioka was frowning, holding his left arm awkwardly. You sputtered, falling into the water as Shinazugawa pushed you aside, choking as water went up your nose. You glared at him and gagged as he grabbed Tomioka’s arm, shoving it back into the socket with a wet crunch. The sound was awful and you shuddered, glad it was just the one arm.

“You probably have a concussion.” Your finger jabbed at Tomioka and he nodded sluggishly. You glared at Shinazugawa, pointing at his bite marks, “and you probably got some sort of anticoagulant injected in you.”

He nodded slowly, picking at the moss on his forearm. Tomioka swayed in the water, still holding his left arm. His face was pale and sweaty and you knew it wasn’t just from the warm spring water. Despite their battered appearances, you noted how handsome both men were. A thought that quickly vanished as you took in Tomioka’s face twisting into a look of panic.

“I think I'm going to vomit.”

You lifted yourself out of the water, crouching to gently pull the man from the water. He stumbled out, limbs shaking in the cool air. On his hands and knees he wretched dryly, the action making his whole body shake. Keeping your eyes averted, you tugged the med kit over to you, not that there was anything in it to assist with the concussion.

“Can you walk?” Inside you could get him a robe and perhaps some food. Tomioka shook his head sharply, one shaking hand clamped over his mouth. He was still swaying and you turned, glaring at the white haired man who was soaking in the bath like nothing was happening. His eyes were closed, head propped up on his arms, if you hadn’t seen his smirk you would have thought he was sleeping.

“Do you mind assisting me?” Your tone was snappish and you scowled as he glared at you.

“I do mind actually. This water is helping my wounds.” He gestured at his side, wincing slightly with the movement, “Tomioka can wait.”

Tomioka in fact could not wait and you kept your face stony as you heard him vomit beside you. ‘Don’t look, don’t look, just drag him inside.’

Gingerly you turned on your heel, tugging the shaking Hashira after you. He leaned heavily against you, and you struggled to keep him upright, both arms around his water slicked waist as you guided him inside. You tried to ignore the sensation of hair tickling your forearm that was wrapped around his front half. ‘Don’t think just walk stupid woman.’ You mentally chided yourself. The crow followed you as you tugged him down the hall. The pesky bird appeared to genuinely seem to be trying to help you, tugging at his hair as if to keep the man’s head up.

Gently setting him on your futon, you rushed to the closet, pulling out towels and men’s robes. The Hashira was swaying where he sat, his face still pale. You crouched next to him, gently drying him as best you could. Ignoring the blush in your cheeks, you tugged a robe on him, trying your best to not jostle his injured arm. He groaned, resting his head in the crook of your neck while you tied his robes loosely.

“Tomioka, will you be ok if I go check on your friend?” You patted his cheek, trying to get his attention. Either whatever they inhaled was making it worse or he had an extremely bad concussion. The man nodded jerkily, swiping his shaking hand across his mouth.

You turned to the crow that now sat next to him, scowling, “If he passes out come yell for me.” The crow seemed to nod or as close as a bird could. You stood, hurrying back to the inner garden.

Just as you had thought. The man was slumped over unconscious, his face luckily planted in the stones of the garden. You sighed, throwing up your hands in frustration. Why were you running a Wisteria house all alone? It was foolish, you should have given the property up ages ago. He was heavier than Tomioka you realized as you tried to pull him out of the water. Tugging on his arm seemed like a great way to tear his wounds further. Slipping back into the water you positioned yourself next to his left side. Grabbing him around the waist you heaved upwards, grunting with the effort to lift him. Your back cracked and you wheezed, finally getting him mostly out of the water. Hoisting yourself from the hot spring you assessed the situation. He was torso and ass out of the water and still way too far from the door for your liking. Yes you could drag him but that opened up the possibility of making the lacerations worse. And you were running out of steam. Having got about 3 hours of sleep before they had arrived and a day or physical activity had you tired and irritated.

But it was just you. Just stupid, unprepared you. Crouching in front of him, you grabbed both of his arms, slinging them over your shoulders, locking your arms around his waist. Slowly, step by step, you pulled him towards the house. The pebbles of the garden dug painfully into your feet and you winced with each step. The Hashira remained oblivious, his head swaying limply against the side of your face.

The back of your calves hit the wood of the porch and you stepped up, hoisting the man after you. Through the screen door, down the hallway and finally in the same room as Tomioka. Gently you lay Shinazugawa next to the still swaying Tomioka. The crow hopped about your feet as you pulled out another futon, setting it up and rolling the white haired man onto it. You lit the lanterns in the room to see the damage better, hands shaking with exhaustion and you sighed. Just a little bit longer.

Jogging back out to the spring you snagged the med kit, pausing as you surveyed the blood spatter across the garden stones. Just nasty, hopefully it would rain soon to help clean up the mess. You slammed the screen door behind you as you ran back inside. Tomioka was laying down now, the blankets tucked tightly about his form. The crow sat on his side, cleaning its feathers.

“You need to peck him awake every few hours ok?” You pointed from the crow to the Hashira and then back. The bird bobbed its head, cawing affirmation to your request. Turning to Shinazugawa, you took stock of his wounds. The moss had done its job, stopping the bleeding completely. You were afraid to remove it just yet. He had clearly passed out from blood loss and you weren’t sure that disturbing the wounds just yet would do him any good. Patting his form dry, you positioned him on the futon, eyes firmly avoiding his waist area. Pulling bandages out, you wrapped his side and left arm carefully, trying to not disturb the moss. He groaned in his sleep as you did so and you sighed with relief, he was still responsive which was good.

You sat between the two men on the futons, eyes heavy as you looked over the two of them. Should you make food? Would they even want to eat just now? Maybe you could rest for just a moment. You blinked sleepily, feeling your body relax as you lay down. Just a few minutes would do you good. Your eyes slid shut and you fell asleep.

It was a crow that awoke you again. You blinked up into the darkness, confused. How long had you been sleeping? This crow looked old, wiggling its little foot in your face. It had a small package tied to its leg. You shifted to sit up and grunted as a heavy weight blocked you. The two Hashira had shifted in their sleep, both draping an arm over your chest, heads nestled against your shoulders. You huffed, wiggling out from under them.

“Antidote! Antidote!” The old crow cawed, you smiled at it, gently untying the bundle. Inside two tiny syringes filled with a light gray liquid and a note. You opened the note, picking up the syringes as you read.

‘Hello Wisteria house. Giyuu’s crow was able to warn me of the danger they were exposed to. Please inject each of them with a syringe in their buttocks. -Lady Shinobu Kocho'

You blinked, looking at each of the sleeping men. Easy enough, you supposed. They were both sleeping on their stomachs already so you had easy access. Peeling the blanket off of each man, you stuck them individually with the syringe, ignoring their cries of shock.

“Food?” You wrapped the used syringes and stood. The two men blinked sleepily up at you, Shinazugawa nodding and Tomioka shaking his head. You bit at your bottom lip, you’d make two meals and try to feed the stoic Hashira. Walking into the kitchen, you took note of the crows following you. They had been up the entire time you realized. Settling on the counter, they pecked at each other half-heartedly. You tossed the little package of medicine into a bin, slapping your cheeks lightly in an attempt to wake yourself up.

“What do you guys eat?”

The crows looked at each other, then back at you, the action was comical. “Corn.” The older crow bobbed his head eagerly, the other joining in. You laughed as they hopped about the counter chanting “Corn! Corn! Corn!”

Luckily for them you had some from the local farmer. You placed a large pot on the kitchen fire, poking the burning wood to stoke the flames. Cutting up a corn cob you sprinkled the corn across the counter. The birds crowed happily, hopping about excitedly. As you mixed together miso, the birds munched happily at the treat. Deciding that the broth wasn’t enough you took out the last little bit of the udon you had, cooking it in the boiling water. You rubbed your eyes, wondering how far dawn was. You would have to sleep through the day, or at least try to. The condition of Tomioka was worrisome and you hoped the medicine that had been brought actually helped him.

Carrying the two bowls out of the kitchen, you made your way to the bedroom. Tomioka was sleeping again, shivering beneath his blanket. Shinazugawa was sitting up, his blanket tucked neatly across his waist. You noted with irritation, the discarded bandages strewn next to him on the tatami mat. He poked at the dark stiff moss, grimacing. Passing him a bowl, you sat between the two men with a sigh.

“I’ll stitch you up after I get him to eat.”

Gently waking Tomioka you helped him sit up, pressing the soup bowl into his hands. He took it weakly, blinking at you owlishly. Lifting a spoon to his lips you gently pressed it against his lips. Tomioka blinked, opening his mouth slowly to take the broth. It was slow and painful, but you remained patient. Behind you Shinazugawa seemed to inhale his food, sighing as he placed the bowl on the tatami mat. “Thank you.”

You nodded at his words, trying to coax Tomioka to take another bite. “How hard did he hit his head?”

Glancing back at the white haired Hashira, you watched as he scratched his scarred chest. Shinazugawa looked thoughtful at the question, muscles rippling as he stretched. “Well, the fight took place about 4 miles from here, a mix of woods and the base of a cliff.”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. They had walked 4 miles to get to you? That was insane, no wonder both of them passed out as soon as they were safe.

“The demon was just gross, tentacle looking fucker. She grabbed Tomioka and threw him head first into the stone.” Shinazugawa shrugged, “And then later he smacked his head on a tree. So pretty bad.”

You grimaced looking back at the silent Hasira, he was sipping the broth straight from the bowl, the sight made you feel slightly optimistic. His pupils looked like they were back to normal as well, a good sign.

“Where is the rest of this Wisteria house?” Shinazugawa was leaning back on his elbows, head tilted in your direction. You sighed, placing the mostly empty bowl Tomioka handed you aside, shifting to better face the man. His wild lavender colored eyes were piercing.

“It was my grandmother, my mother and I for a few years. But Mother passed 15 years ago and while she tried her best, grandmother passed about 8 years ago.” You shrugged, picking at the edge of the futon.

“I'm past the typical marrying age so I believe this Wisteria House will end with me Mr. Shinazugawa.”

Not that it mattered. The men in the local town tended to be a pit pig headed about things. The whole control of the house and wife mindset that you truly despised. Not something you would mention to the Hashiras though, it was your issue not theirs.

“No Suitors?” Shinazugawa had turned on his uninjured side, propped up on one elbow as he looked up at you. The question was an uncomfortable one. Sure there were men who had tried to come calling, tried to extend proposals. But they had all be, lacking.

“Most men here want a submissive quiet wife.” You gestured at your barely clothed form and back at him, “Clearly I am neither.”

You didn’t mention the fact that the women in your family had a track record of absent or dead husbands. It was like a plague upon them and your grandmother had assured you that you would be different. You doubted it how ever, over 15 generations and not one of them had a husband that bothered to stick around? No thank you.

He hummed in response to your answer, taking in your pinched expression as he drummed his scarred fingers on the futon. His face was thoughtful as he looked at you.

“I would take you as a wife.”

You and the white haired hashira stared at Tomioka in shock. Shinazugawa barked with laughter at the blush his fellow hashira was sporting. You were blushing as well, patting the dark haired man’s hand. “Thank you. Why don’t you rest?”

His concussion was clearly still altering his thought process. You didn’t know the man but felt that speaking so plainly was out of character for him. Tomioka lay down obediently, looking up at you with a soft smile. You smiled back, patting his head. Turning to Shinazugawa, you motioned for him to sit up. He complied, wincing as you prodded his side. Stitches were for sure needed you mused, and it was going to make a mess. You stood, walking to the nearby closet and pulling out a robe for him. Tossing it over, you motioned for him to follow you.

“I think it's best if I flush your wounds in the kitchen.”

He followed you, robe tied just around his waist. The med kit in your hands was unfortunately light on supplies. You felt guilt for a moment for not doing better with keeping up your grandmother’s habits. No matter, the past could not be changed. You smiled at the crows who had fallen asleep in the kitchen. Motioning at the table, you turned to pour the hot water into a small pitcher. Shinazugawa sat on a stool, hands on his knees.

Working quickly you gently removed the moss from his lacerations. They had helped with clotting and you nodded in satisfaction at your work. He would need lots of iron and protein to make up for the blood loss, but he would not die. You gently dabbed the wounds with a warm wet cloth, getting out the last of the moss. Bleeding had begun again, but just barely and you worked quickly to stitch him up. Though it had been ages since you last had to give someone stitches, your hands seem to know what to do, steady through the process. Shinazugawa was silent through the process, only grunting slightly when you tugged the thread too hard. Once his chest was stitched up, you moved to his forearm, repeating the process. Satisfied with the stitches you bandaged your handiwork. Despite your lack of sleep, you felt you had done a superb job.

“All done Mr. Shinazugawa.” You smiled at the man, washing your hands of blood.

“Thank you.” He ran a hand over the bandages, “Call me Sanemi.”

You nodded at the words, smile widening. It felt like a little prize to get to call him by his first name. Turning you went back out into the hallway, the man trailing behind you. “There are a few hours until dawn, if you don’t mind I’ll rest with you both. I'm worried about Tomioka.”

The Hashira grunted in response, flopping onto his futon as soon as you entered the room. Tomioka was sleeping more peacefully this time. You slipped under the blankets between them, facing him. Feeling his forehead you sighed, no fever. Just a really, really banged up brain.

Sanemi moved closer, peeking over your shoulder at the other man. He said nothing, just sighed, his warm breath tickling your ear. Lying back down, he nestled against your back, slipping into sleep quickly. You felt your eyes growing heavy in the warmth, noting that the crows had joined you. Hopefully they would wake you if something went wrong. For the second time that night, you slipped into a deep sleep.

When you awoke again it was not from the chatter of a crow but the feeling of being overheated. Sweat slid across your skin and you huffed as you were unable to move, pinned by a heavy weight. Your eyes made out the blurry faint light seeping from the hallway, it must be past dawn now. Blinking to clear your vision, you took note of what was creating the heat. You were on your left side sandwiched between both men, legs tangled together, each one had an arm slung across your hips. Your bodies were twisted together to the point that it took you a moment to realize where one man ended and the other began.

Sanemi was nuzzling the back of your neck, murmuring something in his sleep. You shifted, your skin felt too hot. Tomioka stirred, turning over and you sighed in relief. You could breathe again, somewhat. The other Hashira was still plastered to your back, the mix of your sweat and his making your back sticky. You raised your arm to elbow him and then stopped, he was injured and that would only make it worse. Shifting in his grip you turned onto your back, poking his shoulder gently. Sanemi cracked open one eye, you nudged his legs with yours in response, trying to quietly push him off you. The man chuckled and made no attempt to move himself, closing his eye as he snuggled closer.

“Sanemi please get off me.” You whisper hissed at him. He opened both eyes this time, smirking at you. You glared at him, blinking as you realized he had discarded his robe at some point while sleeping. The bandages across his chest were faintly red. You sat up, ignoring his grunt of protest. Running a hand over the bandages you were relieved to find them dry. No active bleeding then, that was good. No need to change them just yet and disrupt the healing process.

You squeaked as his rough hands grasped your waist, pulling you up onto his lap as he rolled onto his back. The action was so swift and smooth that you found yourself dizzy for a moment. In an attempt to not touch his side to steady yourself, you instead planted your hands on either side of his head. Your fingers gripped the futon, face mere inches from the Hashira.

“Forgive me for being forward.” His voice was deep and hazy with sleep, the whispered words like honey in your ears. You shivered, blushing as his calloused thumbs rubbed lazy circles against your hips. “But I find myself entranced by you it seems.”

You blinked at the words, mind trying to catch up as you stared at him aghast. You had been trying to be aloof and distant the entire time, keeping your eyes in respectful places, hands only where they needed to be. But, you would be lying if you stated you hadn’t noticed how handsome both of the men were. How their bodies, one brawny and thick with muscle, the other more slender yet toned, had indeed caught your eye. The lustful part of you had been dormant so long and you had been fine with the idea of keeping it as such. Hell you had been half tempted to turn the Wisteria house into a shrine and live your life out as a maiden. But these men shook your resolve. You will to be distant and professional was dissipating.

You sat up, careful not to sit your full weight on the man. You didn’t want to aggravate his wounds. “Sanemi. Mr. Shinazugawa. I appreciate the compliment, but….” Your whispered words trailed off as you realized you were very much sitting on a full on hard on. Trying to pretend it was not there and that you were not aroused, you shifted, trying to gather what you were about to say. You had to say no, had to tell him that he needed rest. The internal war waging in your mind and loins was quickly being lost as the man beneath you grinned.

His rough hands felt electrifying on your soft hips, you unconsciously moved with his actions, grinding slightly against his hard length. “But.” You tried again, placing your hands on top of his, “Mr. Tomioka is resting.”

Gods that sounded lame. You felt your blush intensifying as you stared into his lavender coloured eyes. Sanemi smirked up at you, gently lifting his hips and grinding into you.

“He is very much awake. Aren’t you Giyuu.”

Your head snapped to the right and you felt the color in your face go even redder at the sight of the other man, propped up on one elbow, blue eyes locked on your form. In your focus on the white haired hasira, you hadn’t even heard him move.

“If you’d allow us, we could show our thanks for taking care of our wounds.” Tomioka’s low voice and the implication sent shivers across your skin. You stared, slack jawed, eyes darting from one man to another. This was a lot to take in, more attention from men that you had had in a while. Attention that you found yourself wanting more of, the fire of want in your lower belly intensifying under their half lidded gazes.

“We can’t.” You whispered, “You’re both too injured.”

Both men laughed, Sanemi’s loud and rough, Giyuu’s soft in contrast. “We’re Hashira, not average men.” Sanemi mock pouted at you, wild eyes dancing with amusement, “You wound me Little flower.”

You hummed in response, hands nervously twisting together. You wanted to say yes, but what would grandmother think? A desecration in her Wisteria house no doubt. But grandmother was not here, the little thought sent a jolt of excitement across your mind, it was your wisteria house now.

You turned, looking down at Sanemi. Leaning down, you brushed your hair behind an ear, placing a gentle kiss upon his lips. Your non-verbal yes was met with a burning kiss. His hand tightened about your waist, lips meddling against yours with a passion you had never experienced before. Sanemi sat up, keeping you firmly in his lap. You shivered as you felt Giyuu behind you, his soft lips tracing across the back of your neck. His hands came up, untying your chest bindings as you ground against Sanemi’s hardened length. You shivered at the brief cold as your chest was exposed. Quickly however, Giyuu’s hands replaced the bindings, fingers gently tweaking your nipples. You pressed back into his chest, moaning into Sanemi’s lips, the man took the opportunity and slipped his tongue into your mouth. You shuddered against the two of them, Sanemi's calloused hands squeezing your hips harder, pulling your wet cunt flush against him. You ground against his hardened length, a breathy sigh swallowed in the passionate kiss he had you locked in.Pulling back from the kiss you sucked in a deep breath of air, head spinning. Sanemi smacked away one of Giyuu’s hands, leaning in to grab your nipple with his lips.

“Be Nice!” You squeaked as he lapped roughly over the perky bud with his tongue. Giyuu chuckled in your ear, kissing your neck as his free hand slid dwn your side, sneaking under your undergarment. “He is being nice by sharing with me.”

You gasped, head falling back on his shoulders as he slipped his fingers through your slick folds, sliding two long fingers into your soaking wet hole. Giyuu began pumping slowly, grabbing your right thigh with his free hand, holding you open. Sanemi placed a callus hand on your left thigh, mirroring the other man's actions.You sat pinned between them as they lavished you with kisses. You moaned softly, hips bucking against the stoic hashira’s hand. Giyuu’s long fingers went at an agonizingly slow pace and you could feel your release already building, just out of reach. The low lewd squelching of your juices was paired with moans as your hips canted into the man's hand. You let out a shaky breath turning your head to face him. He kissed you, deep blue eyes wide as if to not miss any of your movement. You moaned into the kiss as Sanemi switched breasts, biting you sharply. He pulled back, teeth tugging against your breast as his tongue swirled around the nipple. His free hand slid down to your clothed cunt and began rubbing your clit through your undergarment, the roughness of his actions and the wetness of the fabric making you whine into Giyuu’s mouth. Your walls fluttered around the fingers within you, and you sighed as Sanemi bit your breast.

The tight fire of your release was swelling within your stomach and your hips bucked hard against the two men’s hands. You were so close, Giyuu slid his tongue in your mouth, fingers picking up pace. Sanemi shifted his thumb, hooking it under your underwear. The callous skin of his thumb against your clit sent you over the edge and you cried out as you came. Your walls clenched around Giyuu’s still pumping fingers, hips bucking up against Sanemi’s waist.

“Fuck.”

You weren’t sure which one of them whispered the word, too dizzy from your release. They shifted, moving you to the futon. Giyyu’s fingers slipped from your warmth and he popped them in his mouth, the action sending shivers through you. Lying down happily, you stared up at the kneeling pair as they seemed to ponder what to do next. Both of them were fully erect, tips leaking precum slightly at the sight of you.

“How would you like to do this?” Sanemi’s question surprised you. You tilted your head, biting your bottom lip as you tried to think around the fog in your mind. You had never been with two men before and weren’t sure of what was best. One at a time? Together? Thoughts raced through your mind and you found yourself thrilled at the prospects.

“Can we do this together?” Your question made Sanemi smirk, the man puffed up his chest. He jabbed his thumb at himself as he spoke up.“I know I can. Not sure about Tomioka though.”

The other man frowned, pulling his inky hair out of its sloppy ponytail. “My concern is if we would both fit.”

You blinked, looking again at their hardened lengths. Sanemi’s was thick and on the shorter side and you found yourself baffled at the sight of scars ending just at the base. The wild patch of white hair that trailed from his cock to his navel interrupted by the many jagged scars. In contrast Giyuu’s cock was longer and slender, veins standing in stark contrast to his pale skin. The patch of hair at its base was surprisingly trimmed and neat, something you didn’t think you had ever seen with a man. They were so opposite of eachother, one loud and broad, the other slender and quiet.

“I think I’ll be ok.” Your voice was a whisper and you knew it carried the slight uncertainty you held. Both men smiled, shockingly similar in gentleness.

“Hot spring?” Tomioka looked between the two of you, standing and extending a hand. You were slightly shocked at the suggestion, but nodded. You took Giyuu’s hand, standing shakily. Both men hooked an arm around your waist, guiding you to the hot spring. You were incredibly grateful that the surrounding wood was so thick and that the local village was so far. No need to be quiet. Sunlight streamed through the treetops, the water reflecting a soft golden light. It looked ethereal and you admired it for a moment as Giyuu guided you to the water's edge. The natural stream of the spring had whisked away the blood spilled in the night, the water looking tranquil and clear, light steam trailing up from the surface.

Sanemi slipped into the water, sitting on one of the stone benches. You followed, grateful for his rough hands on your hips to guide you. Sitting on his lap you shuddered at the feeling of his cock nestled against your folds. His muscle chest was hard against your back, the rough skin of his scars scraping against you. Giyuu followed quietly, standing in front of the both of you. Biting your bottom lip you waited, unsure of what to do next. The anticipation had your nipples hard.

“Me first.” Sanemi whispered in your ear, nipping at your earlobe. He spread your legs, teasing the head of his cock between your folds. You shuddered in pleasure, the warm water of the spring washing up your chest with the rocking motion he created. You wriggled against his cock, trying to align his head with your twitching opening. Sanemi thrust upwards and you gasped as he entered you fully, your opening burning slightly as your walls stretched to accommodate him. His cock felt hot and heavy within you, the hashira grunting and cursing lowly as he sat still, allowing you to adjust. Your walls fluttered around him as you moaned, trying to accommodate his girth.

Giyuu had moved closer, his slender member rubbing between your legs, the tip of its head gently pushing against your stomach. You sighed, head lolling back against Sanemi’s shoulder as the scarred man began thrusting slowly. His hands dug into the soft skin of your thighs and you barely heard the whispered “Fuck” that he let out. His cock was as rough as him, the blunt head dragging deliciously through your tight cunt. The slow pace had the tip kissing your cervix, and you cried out, hips moving desperately against his for release. Tomioka lifted your head, kissing you gently. You pressed into his kiss, sighing as his hands gently threaded through your hair. He tasted slightly sweet, his tongue slipping between your lips. You gasped as Sanemi quickened his pace, his teeth snapping gently at the back of your neck.

“Hurry the fuck up Giyuu.” Sanemi huffed into the back of your neck, his nose in your hair. You shuddered as his teeth scraped against your skin again. Giyuu rolled his eyes, the motion so tiny you almost didn't catch it. He smiled, winking at you as he positioned himself, his hand fisted around his cock and he began to gently ease in.

It was incredibly uncomfortable at first, you whined at the stretching sensation as Giyuu littered your face with small kisses. Sanemi moved his hands from your thighs to around your waist, face buried in your hair as he whispered words of encouragement, “Good girl, take it all. Let us fill you.” You shuddered at the soft words, fingers clenching around Giyuu’s shoulders as he settled himself within. It was silent for a moment, the three of you still as you took a deep breath to steady yourself. You felt utterly filled, the odd feeling of both of them within you making your walls flutter.

“Ok.” You let out a breath, slipping your arms around Giyuu’s neck. “I’m ready.”

You weren’t sure you actually were, your mind buzzing as Sanemi gripped your thighs again, pulling you more open. They began slowly at first, out of synch thrusts never giving you a moment to truly adjust. The pace, while slow, was agonizingly pleasurable, their offbeat thrusting hitting your g-spot. You moaned into Giyuu’s ear, fingers digging into the skin of his neck as you leaned into him. He was panting low, his own hands gripping Sanemi’s shoulders in an attempt to keep himself upright. The white haired hashira sunk his teeth into the skin at the back of your neck, his rough fingers bruising your thighs.

You shuddered, hips moving weakly as you tried to keep up the pace. They had quicked their thrusts, both men slamming into you at a brutal pace. The small garden was filled with the noise of panting and moving water. The warm water was frothing slightly with the rocking motion the three of you were engaged in. The heat in your stomach had reached a height you didn’t think possible, you were desperate for release, the sensations of the two men inside you reaching an overly sensitive state. Moaning, you pressed down upon their lengths, nails sliding over Giyuu’s neck and into his hair as you tugged at him. The man was panting into your shoulder and he whispered something you couldn’t quite catch.

You cried out as Sanemi’s rough hand slipped across your thigh, calloused fingers rubbing gently over your sensitive clit. Whining you felt your release so close and Sanemi seemed to sense this, pinching your clit roughly. The action sent you over the edge and you came around them, tugging roughly on Giyuu’s hair. The Hashira gasped, head nestled in the crook of your neck. “Shit.” He hissed, his thrusting stuttering as he came within you, hot seed splashing across your walls. The sensation was erotic and you felt your walls clenching harder around them. You yelped as he pulled out quickly, stumbling backwards to one of the stone benches beneath the water.

His chest was flushed and he sat panting while Sanemi drilled into you at a feverish pace. You were still coming down from your orgasim, walls fluttering wildly around his cock. Sanemi stood suddenly, hands pinning your hips against his as he swiftly turned, pressing you against the side of the spring. You gasped in shock as your knees roughly hit the stone of the bench, breasts painfully scraping through the stones of the garden. Sanemi began thrusting again, one hand coming down sharply to smack your ass. You moaned, trying your best to keep somewhat upright as he thrust into you. You could feel his thrusts getting sloppier, the hashira cursing roughly behind you.

The wetness of your cunt mixed with Tomioka’s cum created a squelching that had your ears red with embarrassment. But it didn’t matter, it felt so good, you moved against Sanemi, moaning as your hard nipples scraped across the garden stone. With a final thrust Sanemi came, his hands holding your hips flush against his with an iron grip. You cried out at the sensation, drool puddling from your slack lips.

“Fuck.” He kissed, placing a kiss on your back, “Good girl.” The Hashira pulled out, surprisingly gentle as he pulled you into the water with him. Your legs shook and you swore your knees could no longer work. Both men worked together silently, gently using their hands to massage your aching limbs. Had you died and gone to heaven? Perhaps you had, you mused as you watched the beautiful men.

The dappled sunlight that streamed through the overhead forest lit them up like gods and for a moment, you could have sworn that they were. Shaking your head to clear the fog, you motioned back to the house. “I really, really think we all need to rest.”

Both men nodded, Sanemi lifting you in his arms and carrying you from the water to the house. Giyuu was quick to roll up the slightly soiled futons, pulling fresh ones out and laying them down. You thanked your past self for keeping so many ready to go. You towled yourself off, slipping on a sleep robe quickly. Giyuu yawned, laying down and patting the futon next to him. You smiled and nodded, turning to Sanemi and motioning at his soaked bandages.

“Yeah yeah.” The rough Hashira huffed, pulling the useless bandages off, rolling them up and tossing them aside. You snorted at him, happy to see that the lacerations were still neatly stitched up. Thank the gods his erratic thrusting hadn’t done more damage. He batted your hands away when you tried to bandage him again, instead opting to pull on a robe. Sanemi’s rough hands pulled you onto the futons. You laughed at the men as they snuggled against you, one on either side. And for the third time that day, you found yourself asleep between them.

It was nightfall when you were awoken again. This time by an unknown woman. She introduced herself as Shinobu Kocho and you realized she was the antidote woman. A true doctor, you were incredibly pleased to hear, she was there to tend to and escort the men home. Ushering the two sleepy men into the kitchen, she had set up shop, pulling all sorts of medical tools and medications from her bag. You began washing the bloodied uniforms in the sink, grateful to be busy as the smaller woman flitted about, her soothing voice filling the air of the room.

“My my!” She motioned for a salve and you passed the small container. Both men sat side by side on the counter, Giyuu stoic and Sanemi looking pissed. You wrung out and lay the washed haoris and uniforms across the top of the stove, draping a few articles over the fire. With the heat in the kitchen they would dry in no time.

“Mr. Tomioka you have 4 broken ribs, a concussion, dislocated shoulder and you were clawed something fierce on the back of your neck.”

Shinobu rubbed the salve across his ribs and you blushed as he looked at you. Shinobu was not facing you and for that you were incredibly grateful, tugging your robes tighter about your throat.

“I’ll be alright.” He looked at the smaller hashira, no change in his emotions. She tutted, wrapping his ribs gently. The man winced slightly at the action, hands clenching the fabric of his robes. “Your shoulder might be fractured as well, it's like a wild hog reset it.”

“Oh fuck off, its not like the little flower could do so.” Sanemi motioned at you as he spoke. Shinobu glanced at you, a small smile on her lips. Your face was still red but you figured she would assume it was from Sanemi’s comment.

“Mr. Shinazugawa let's not be rude to our host?” Something in her face made the man roll his eyes, but he nodded, looking over at you with a smirk. You smiled back shyly, wiping it from your face as soon as Shinobu turned around to face you. She clapped her hands together happily, “Your stitch work is simply marvelous, Mr. Shinazugawa needs no further treatment for the time being.”

Your eyebrows shot up and you stuttered a thank you, surprised at the compliment. Shinobu worked quickly and soon the trio of Hashira were ready to leave. You felt sad as they pulled on their shoes, biting your bottom lip to keep the emotion inside. The two men ushered her ahead and she did so, Shinobu bowing as she turned and began walking.

“I’ll be back.” Giyuu whispered, glancing over his shoulder at the retreating woman. Sanemi shifted, using his form to cover both of you from her line of sight. Giyuu leaned down, placing a quick kiss on your lips, his hand brushing over your cheek as he pulled back. You blushed deeply and smiled at him. He moved, switching places with Sanemi.

“Fuck him. I’ll be back first and I’ll delve in that divine pussy of yours.” Sanemi growled low, kissing you deeply before pulling away. You stood slack jawed as they turned, jogging to catch up with the other Hashira.

The crows who had apparently been roosting on the roof swooped down, the older one dropping a little red leaf at your feet. “Thank you! Thank!” They both bobbed their heads and you chuckled, picking up the gift. You patted each on the head and watched as they swooped off, landing on the shoulders of their respective owner’s shoulders.

Turning you sighed, going back into your now empty house. Time to clean up, you supposed and make a list of supplies needed for demon slayer care. Perhaps now was the time to read the ledgers of the house, surely they would hold a list. Entering your small office space, you looked at the volumes, pulling out one with handwriting you recognized. Flipping through you took note of various visits, wounds, and a single demon attack. It would be a huge help in keeping up this Wisteria house properly.

Your grandmother was detailed in her writing, but you frowned as you noticed a large skip. The ledger was consistent with updates at least once a week, even without a slayer visit, but this was a nine month gap? You read the last entry before the skip, a hasira visited, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Flipping to the entry from months later, your mouth dropped open. It was an entry detailing your mother’s birth. You shook your head, a coincidence surely. Dropping the ledger you pulled out the unfinished one your mother had begun. Flipping through you found a similar gap. A Hashira visit and then the birth of a baby girl, you.

“No FUCKING way!” You shrieked, pulling out ledgers from previous years. It was like a curse, each female descendant having a similar entry with a Hashira and a period of no entries for 9 months. The bad luck with dying husbands, the absent fathers. They were all Hahiras.

You groaned, sitting down among the strewn ledgers. Laughter bubbled up in your throat as you thought of your earlier actions. Lying back you cackled, rolling over the tatami as tears of mirth spilled from your eyes.

Desecrate your grandmother’s lovely wisteria house? Oh no, you participated in your family’s oldest tradition.

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Months ago i read a request where they asked about a shapeshifter reader and strange supreme and now i'm wondering if you could do a fic where reader shapeshifts to a quetzal bird and Stephen shifts to the giant raven creature he absorbed, like, just imagine the size difference between the large crow and his little quetzal <3

-🦤 anon

I love this squawk squawk!!

You turned into a quetzal bird to soar the skies. You wanted some fresh air and a nice view of the forest below. You couldn't help but notice a few other quetzal birds were following you. You dismissed it, it wasn't something you couldn't handle after all. You find one of the highest trees in the forest and land on the top branch.

You looked down at the beautiful forest below. The other quetzal birds landed on the same tree as you and tweeted. You sighed and tweeted loudly and flapped your wings. You were signaling them to go away...But they didn't.

You tweeted once more then settled down, deciding to ignore them. The branch suddenly became heavy and you heard the other birds squawk in terror and fly away. You turned your head to your right and your heart nearly leaped out of your chest. Next to you was a raven larger than a human with six eyes. Hello, my little bird.

You heard the words in your mind and relaxed. Hello, my beloved Stephen. You moved closer to the raven and rested your head on his foot.

Enjoying the view? Stephen expanded his wings to hover over your tiny stature.

Yes, despite those other birds annoying me. You shrugged.

I sensed that which is why I decided to search for you. I had to find you in time.

You looked up at Stephen. In time for what?

Before those birds tried anything.

They're just birds...

Darling, do you not know?

You tilted your head in confusion, answering his question.

It's mating season. Stephen looked down at you and your feathers puffed out and ruffled.

Oh...

Not to worry, my darling, I'm here. Stephen chuckled.

Actually, we can go home... You blushed internally.

That sounds like a good idea, so I can mate you~ Stephen nuzzled his beak against your head gently. He had to be cautious with your tiny form.

Stephen! Your feathers puffed out more.

Come, my mate~ Stephen scooped you in his wing and flew off of the branch to carry you home.

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slayingfiction · 4 months

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List of 400+ Dialogue Tags

Below is a full (but not exhaustive) and updated list of dialogue tags. Dialogue tags are a widely debated topic for writers, some saying you should only use said, others arguing the opposite. You will get no opinion for me—only a list to use as you wish :D

Some words may differ in categories based on context.

Expressing Agreement or Confirmation

Acknowledged, Admitted, Affirmed, Agreed, Apologized, Confirmed, Conceded, Gibed, Professed, Reassured, Verified, Vouched

Initiating or Continuing Conversation

Added, Began, Chimed In, Commented, Continued, Conversed, Discussed, Elaborated, Greeted, Interjected, Offered, Proposed, Remarked, Went On

Making a Declaration or Announcement

Announced, Attested, Declared, Decreed, Emphasized, Enunciated, Proclaimed, Revealed, Stated, Voiced

Formal or Deliberate Communication

Chanted, Concurred, Observed, Postulated, Preached, Put Forth, Reasoned, Surmised, Testified

Indirect Communication

Digressed, Hinted, Implied, Insinuated

Providing Information, Explanation or Speculation

Alleged, Articulated, Asserted, Clarified, Doubted, Equivocated, Explained, Guessed, Imparted, Informed, Lectured, Noted, Predicted, Quoted, Recited, Reported, Theorized

Expressing Doubt or Uncertainty

Doubted, Faltered, Guessed, Hesitated, Pondered, Questioned, Speculated, Wondered, Ventured

Seeking or Giving Advice

Advised, Coaxed, Proposed, Recommended, Remonstrated, Suggested, Supposed, Urged

Animalistic

Barked, Croaked, Growled, Hissed, Hooted, Howled, Hummed, Roared, Snarled

Expressing Discontent or Frustration

Complained, Fretted, Grumbled, Protested, Ranted

Demonstrating Authority or Command

Avowed, Commanded, Crowed, Decided, Demanded, Dictated, Directed, Insisted, Instructed, Maintained, Ordered, Pressed, Proclaimed, Reprimanded

Displaying Confidence or Assertiveness

Asserted, Assured, Boasted, Bragged, Claimed, Piped Up, Pledged, Spoke Up, Told, Vowed

Exhibiting Anger or Aggression

Accused, Bristled, Challenged, Cursed, Erupted, Exasperated, Fumed, Groaned, Huffed, Raged, Seethed, Snapped, Spat, Stormed, Swore, Threatened, Whinged

Displaying Sadness or Despair

Anguished, Bawled, Bemoaned, Blubbered, Cried, Despaired, Grieved, Lamented, Mourned, Sobbed, Wept, Whimpered, Worried

Persuasiveness

Appealed, Begged, Cajoled, Convinced, Persuaded, Petitioned, Pleaded, Prayed

Conveying Fear or Worry

Cautioned, Entreated, Gasped, Quaked, Shuddered, Stressed, Trembled, Warned

Softly or Quietly

Breathed, Called, Crooned, Murmured, Mumbled, Muttered, Sighed, Whispered

Loudly or Forcefully

Bellowed, Boomed, Cried Out, Hollered, Screamed, Screeched, Shouted, Shrieked, Thundered, Wailed, Whooped, Yelled

Demonstrating Disgust or Disdain

Cringed, Gagged, Griped, Groused, Rasped, Scowled, Sneered, Snorted

Expressing Mockery, Disrespect or Sarcasm

Dared, Imitated, Insulted, Jeered, Mimicked, Mocked, Ribbed, Ridiculed, Scoffed, Snickered, Taunted

Doing Annoyingly

Gloated, Goaded, Nagged, Pestered, Provoked, Sassed, Tattled

Emotional or Expressive Communication

Grunted, Mewled, Panted, Quavered, Sniffled, Snivelled, Squawked, Whined, Yowled

Showing Empathy or Comfort

Comforted, Consoled, Empathized, Soothed, Sympathized

Indicating Thoughtfulness or Reflection

Contemplated, Echoed, Mused, Pondered, Recalled, Reflected, Remembered, Reminded, Reminisced, Retorted, Reiterated

Expressing Humour or Amusement

Cackled, Chirped, Chuckled, Giggled, Guffawed, Jested, Joked, Laughed, Quipped

Revealing Information

Confessed, Confided, Divulged, Disclosed, Expressed, Hinted, Revealed, Shared, Spilled, Uttered

In a Flirtatious Way

Bantered, Cooed, Flirted, Joshed, Moaned, Purred, Teased

Demonstrating Surprise or Astonishment

Gasped, Marvelled, Yelped

Indicating Hesitation or Reluctance

Faltered, Hesitated, Stammered, Stuttered

Engaging in a Dispute or Argument

Argued, Bargained, Bickered, Contended, Debated, Disputed, Negotiates, Objected, Rebutted, Shot Back

Showing Enthusiasm or Excitement

Beamed, Blurted, Cheered, Exclaimed, Gushed, Raved, Rejoiced, Sang, Squealed, Trumpeted

Expressing Approval or Praise

Applauded, Complimented, Encouraged, Exhorted, Extolled, Lauded, Praised

Speaking in a Continuous or Repetitive Manner

Babbled, Chattered, Jabbered, Rambled, Rattled On, Repeated

Questions and Answers

Answered, Asked, Cross-examined, Inquired, Implored, Probed. Prodded, Prompted, Queried, Questioned, Quizzed, Requested

Expressing Criticism or Disagreement

Challenged, Chastised, Chided, Condemned, Corrected, Countered, Criticized, Deflected, Demurred, Denounced, Scolded

Negative or Deceptive Communication

Denied, Droned, Exaggerated, Interrupted, Lied

Finishing the Conversation

Concluded, Finished, Thanked

Neutral or Miscellaneous

Admired, Consented, Foretold, Invited, Mentioned, Mouthed, Pointed Out, Replied, Said, Sputtered, Volunteered

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the-dream-team · 1 year

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"Lily Evans liked girls. Well, she liked boys, too. Bisexual. That was the term she’d settled on." After 22 years spent in the closet, Lily is excited to finally start dating girls. In fact, she's quite determined to make up for a lifetime of relationships with mediocre men, and the messy-haired boy who works at the art museum isn't going to change her plans anytime soon. Definitely not.

Chapter 12: The Current Has Us Now

Lily’s blinds weren’t fully closed, letting in slats of light from a day that had moved on without her into the early afternoon. No, I think I’ll skip today, she thought decidedly, squeezing her eyes shut. Her bed was so warm and comfortable, her room so still and toasty… and deep down, an anxious swirl of her snowglobe seemed to warn of less pleasantries in her immediate future. Being awake was overrated. If she put her mind to it, she could potentially remain buried under her covers until nightfall...

At that moment, a crow squawked loudly outside her bedroom window, shocking her into consciousness as though it had just telepathically heard her slothful plans.

She blinked wearily, eyes squinting through a fog of headache as she slowly exited the coma-like slumber that had been protecting her from the rest of the living world—from the realities even an uncountable number of mojitos couldn’t hide from her.

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The Sweetest Peach

A fable written and illustrated by Sara D. Jones

Once upon a time, there was a small village inhabited only by bird-folk. They merrily gathered on each day of spring for a local market. Fruits, nuts, and fish of all sorts could be found at this festive spring market, which attracted folks of all shapes and sizes from across the land each year. There stood a small stand at the end of a road; it was worn and old, yet sturdy and well-used. This was a peach stand: owned and operated by a beautiful swan. The swan’s peaches were well loved by all the locals, and the old market stand always made the swan enough money to store away for winter.

One chilly spring morning, as the swan was dutifully selling peaches to the early crowd, an old goose waddled itself up to the stand. The goose bought a peach from the stand, stared at it for a moment, furrowed his brow, and took a large bite. “PLEGH!” the goose squawked, expelling the peach bits in its mouth all over the ground. “Yuck! This peach is not sweet at all! I want my money back!” The swan, and the crowd that huddled around them, all stared in shock. Not one had ever seen such a heinous reaction to the locals' favorite peaches.

The swan muttered in confusion, “I do not understand your disdain for my sweet peaches, but I will comply.” and handed the goose back their coins. The goose snatched them up quickly, turned its large frame away, and waddled off. The swan was left behind their small wooden counter, confused and heartbroken. Not a single bird, in all their years of attending spring markets, had ever given the beautiful swan such a sour encounter. The swan packed up the stand with its head hung low, closing for the day at an earlier time than was planned. ‘All of my peaches must be bad, maybe the locals are just too nice to tell me otherwise. I just want everyone to love how sweet they really are.’, the swan thought, with tears welling in its eyes. ‘Maybe, with some extra effort, I can make my tree grow even nicer peaches’. And with a new goal in mind, the swan dragged its feet home to get to work.

The swan spent an entire year carefully pruning branches, picking-off pests, gathering nutritious soil, and singing sweetly to the peach tree that was also their home. When the first peaches finally ripened the next spring, they were the juiciest, sweetest, and largest peaches the swan had ever seen or tasted. “I've done it! My peaches are the best in the world now!” The swan bounced up and down wildly. “No one could possibly spit this fruit upon the floor! I must go and sell them straight away!” they sang aloud. The swan gathered up the best peaches of the bunch and quickly flew them over the hills to the spring market. They arrived at their old stand, filling the air with the most decadent smell of peaches as they stacked them up on a large table for selling. The crowds gathered quickly, dragged by their noses and bellies, to welcome the new fruits and their neighbor swan back for the year.

The swan was selling peaches faster than lightning. They had just sold three peaches to the baker, four to the crows, and a dozen to the starlings, when the swan saw the big, old, grumpy goose waddle past the next stall. “Excuse me, there! Goose?” they honked. The goose stopped and glanced over to the peach stand. “My peaches are now the best in all the land! I have headed your concern, and made my peaches much sweeter. I would ask for you to try one once more, on the house!” The swan said. The goose sighed rather loudly, before waddling over and grabbing a peach from the table. “Hmmmmm.”, the goose says as it inspects a particularly large and sweet-smelling peach. The goose closed its eyes and took a bite of the peach. It was only a moment before the goose spit the peach bits upon the ground once more, before walking away, quickly, without a single word, and a scowl upon its face. ‘Oh dear! All of my hard work was for nothing. My peaches will never be able to please that old goose!’ The swan thought to themself loudly, holding back tears as they tried to compose themselves just long enough to sell their peaches and get through the rest of the day. The swan hung their head and held out a wing to gather their customers passing coins, when a group of bird-folk suddenly flew by shouting, “The Queen is here! The Queen is here!”. Then, as if with some precise coordination, everyone turned their beaks quickly to the other end of the street to witness the glorious Queen of Birds walking down the market road in their direction.

The Queen waltzed her way to the tiny peach stand, as the enamored crowd parted before her. “My dear swan!”, she sang. “A little bird has told me that your peaches are the sweetest and best peaches in all the land! I myself adore a good peach, and I must taste one and decide for myself!” The swan perked up quickly, and then handed the beautiful bird-queen the best-looking peach that sat on the table. The Queen pressed the fruit to her nose, breathing in its flowery, sweet aroma. She took a small peck at first, and then a decent nibble. The Queen ate the peach slowly, savoring each bite with a smile on her beak and a light in her eyes. “Oh, my! This is indeed the most perfect peach that I have ever had the pleasure of tasting!” The swan glowed brightly, smiled wide, and blushed. The swan’s sanguine cheeks warmed the crowd around the stall, who stood watching the two of them tentatively. “Thank you so much for your kind words, your majesty! Your approval means so much to me, and your graceful comments have healed my heart today!”, the swan squawked with glee. The queen hands the beautiful swan a large flour sack, filled to the brim with coins and jewels that sparkled through the course linen. “I would trade you this, for all of the peaches you have for sale today. Consider it to be a token of my gratitude for all of the hard work it must have taken you to create such a fine fruit!”, the Queen says. The swan then packed up all of her peaches, handed them to the queen, and thanked her again for her generosity.

With the day's stock of peaches depleted, the swan packed up the stand early, dancing about with every movement, and flew home. As the evening closed in, she thought, ‘Although I may not be able to ever please that cranky old goose, the finest of all birds thinks that my peaches are perfect, and so they must be.” and she drifted off to sleep: surrounded by gems, jewels, and the sweetest peaches in all the land.

The End

“You can be the sweetest, juiciest peach on the whole tree; but some people just don't like peaches.” - Dita Von Teese

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idiotwhotalkstoomuch · 2 years

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Okay so I never ended up finishing this fic because life and Im just stumped. This fic is Shinjuro reacting to Senjuro’s disappearance from his school during the demon attack and I wish I got to finish it but I can’t keep working on smth I ultimately am not progressing. Maybe in the future but as of now, this is as far as this fic is going. Feel free to critique it though keep in mind I never fully explored how Shinjuro reacted to the grief he was suddenly shoved with.

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Shinjuro gave a look of annoyance at the crow he didn’t recognize that was flying towards him as he put on his sandals to get ready to leave for Senjuro’s school.

It’s long past since Senjuro should’ve gone home and alcohol helped him forget many things, but it didn’t let him forget about how horrible he’s been as a father to his boys wasn’t one of them.(Ruka would definitely scold his ear off for how he’s been acting with their sons since her death) He’s well aware he’s lacking as a father and despite feeling the haziness and dulling of his senses from the several bottles he had drank moments ago, he’s not going to let his youngest son walk home this late at night when demons will be crawling around ready to attack at this point.

He scowled as the crow started cawing loudly, clearly trying to get his attention as he adjusted his sword to be easy to pull out if any demons were to attack. He was probably too drunk to go out and pick up his son but he was definitely not drunk enough to have to tolerate a kasuragi crow at the moment. Seeing he was ignoring it, the insufferable creature decided to resort to attacking him with its claws, yelling for his attention and getting fed up, he snapped and finally decided to hear the crow out. The crow wasn’t Kyojuro’s but knowing his persistent son he probably decided to use a different crow to send his daily message to him because his own crow was occupied or he knows Shinjuro ignores every single message from his crow. If it was the latter, Kyojuro was clever but not clever enough.

Hopefully his son would be less likely to send these ridiculous messages when he finds out Shinjuro’s going out this late at night just to see where Senjuro decided to wander off to today. Then again, hearing his little brother didn’t go straight home from school might make him fuss that he needs to keep a closer eye on Senjuro when the kid is just being rebellious or lost track of time on a book from his friends or something else mundane like that. He had a couple of friends at school so he might just be staying at a friend’s home and didn’t bother to get permission from his old man given he would probably be too drunk to care.

“I advise you to sit down for this” the crow squawked. Shinjuro scoffed, he’s a grown adult and former pillar not a child still clutching onto their mother’s hand. He doesn't need to sit down for a message from his son or anyone from the Demon slayer corps.

“A demon attack occurred at the school your youngest son, Senjuro studies in-”

The disdain and indignation Shinjuro felt immediately drained out of him as he stared blankly in shock at the crow. The haziness in his mind had vanished and his senses switched into high gear. His head throbbed at the sudden switch.

“Only one survivor was found, a young boy who was slacking off from his duties to clean the classroom in the bathroom. The bodies of the children and teacher are all being collected by the kakushi to be buried properly by their families-”

His stomach dropped at the thought members of the kakushi might be making their way to the Rengoku estate with his twelve year old son in tow to be buried. It was nauseating to think of and Shinjuro wondered if he was going to be sick. He swallowed that nauseating fear as he refused to let any weakness he felt at the thought of his frail and helpless twelve year old son dead at the hands of a demon show in front of a messenger crow of all things when he isn’t even sure who sent this message. Perhaps that girl Kyojuro took under his wing at one point? Or was it another demon slayer who was friends with his son? Kyojuro was popular with his colleagues from what he could gather from the few letters or messages he sent that Shinjuro bothered to pay attention to.

“All bodies were accounted for except for Senjuro’s who could not be found among the bodies by any kakushi; however a blood trail leading to near the entrance of the school was found. The demon slayer who defeated the demon that attacked the poor children and teachers think your son tried to run and get help as one of the children asked moments before dying if they were friends with Senjuro.”

Shinjuro’s stomach churns at the thought of how many victims there were in the attack and just how young they all were. Senjuro never brought any of his peers over to their house but they had to be around his age so somewhere between the ages of 11-13. Wretched demons, they’d kill even children just to fulfill their nasty cravings for human flesh.

A part of him feels proud that his son recognized he couldn’t fight the demon especially unarmed so ran out to get help but the fact that the help that arrived wasn’t from him squashes that feeling like an ant because what’s the point in doing the smart thing if the smart thing lead to his son being missing and possibly even dead.

Senjuro knows the path from their estate to his school, he’s memorized it by heart by now. He knows where to go if there’s a demon attack, Shinjuro is retired sure and out of practice but he would’ve gone down there or contacted demon slayers to go to the school and easily kill the demon. He might not have believed his son at first when he comes rushing in shouting there’s demons or be entirely lucid but Senjuro’s never done things like cry wolf for attention. The blood trail likely being from Senjuro would mean he was injured so it would’ve made his pleas for help more credible.

“I have currently dispatched several demon slayers to try and locate your son and any straggler demons in the area. The school is planning to host a funeral for the deceased students and teachers however Senjuro will not be included as we still hold hope he may be alive. I will keep you informed on our findings if you decide not to go to the demon slayer corps and become personally involved in the search. I know your son, Kyojuro, says this often but please do take care of your health, Rengoku.”

The crow, having finished its message, flew off, leaving Shinjuro in front of his estate, nauseated and left to stew on the message he just received. The sound of the crow’s wings flapping grew quieter as the reality of what he just heard really dawned on Shinjuro.

Senjuro, his youngest son, the baby of the family was…

His hand gripped the wall as the thought of Senjuro being reduced to a bloodied corpse and possible scenarios on what might've happened entered his mind. How viciously would the demon have attacked a boy who as far as he knew was just running for their life? Would he have simply dealt a single fatal blow that let Senjuro run far but not far enough to get help? Did he leave Senjuro so viciously savaged he thought the boy was dead, hence why he even managed to run in the first place? Was the demon slayer who stopped the demon wrong about what Senjuro did during the attack? People who were dying never said the most lucid things so the dying child might’ve just been looking for at least someone they can trust to cling onto as they took their last breaths.

None of these thoughts explained why his son’s body was missing, even if he was viciously mauled beyond recognition, the kakushi should’ve found something they at least suspect to be his missing boy. The only reason they would be unable to find a body was if..

The demon ate him down to his bones.

An involuntary growl surfaced from Shinjuro as he imagined the horrid beast pulling the corpse of his dead son to his mouth before feasting on the child’s body. To many this image would be too grizzly for someone to even fathom but he had worked as a demon slayer. Demons would do anything to sate their hunger, whether it’s kill an old woman or a newborn baby. They even had preferences sometimes for what kind of people they ate, some only specifically eating young women, others only desiring fully grown adults for their meals and a few even feasting on children when it’s impractical because children had less meat and nutrients in their body to properly feed a starving demon.

Was that why the demon attacked a classroom full of them? Sneak attacking one after they all dispersed wouldn’t have fed it enough so it decided to attack all of them like they were some sort of buffet laid out for it and not children who were only there at that time because their duties as students of their school dictated they must do their part to make sure the school was clean.

The thought of so much death made his mind swirl with memories of his late wife’s passing. She had gotten ill and never recovered. No medicine, bedrest or prayer to the gods had helped her and so she slowly passed away with her family surrounding her, Kyojuro, in tears and on the verge of breaking down and Senjuro simply being confused over what was wrong, innocently asking why everyone was crying over his mother going to sleep, not understanding that Ruka’s sleep would be permanent.

Alcohol had been his only escape from the hellscape that was a life without Ruka. He tried to be the dad she would’ve wanted for her boys but it never worked, he would always see her in them by simply looking into their eyes and how they resembled her in every way that mattered. He had resigned himself to the fact he would never be with them emotionally with how much of a wreck his own emotions were but he determined he could at least keep them alive in the cruel world they lived in.

So much for that…

Without much thought, he found himself back in his room with his bottles of alcohol laying at the side, waiting for him to grab one and empty in a few gulps. The temptation to down an entire bottle was strong and he had decided one bottle wouldn’t hurt…

The bottle was getting to his lips but then as quickly as he moved to down it, was placed back with the rest of them. Shinjuro wasn’t sure why he was expecting Senjuro to have a sort of sixth sense for when he was drinking but it was how their dynamic worked. He would get the urge to drink late at night and Senjuro would suddenly open the door to ask if he wanted to eat dinner or if he could help get a book from their library that he couldn’t reach yet with his small stature. It was almost comforting when Senjuro would bother him all the time, his mere presence reminding Shinjuro why he shouldn’t just end it to join the love of his life.

A wave of sickness hit him remembering what that wretched demon could’ve done to his boy.

Senjuro isn’t dead, he’s simply missing. Shinjuro repeatedly reminded himself. Ignoring the voice in his head telling him that the demon had devoured his son completely, uncaring over the fact this would leave the dead child with no body for his family to bury. No corpse to give a proper burial to for his family to mourn the twelve year old boy who had so much ahead of him. The crow said the corps was looking for him, perhaps he wasn’t able to get help from the corps because he collapsed from his injuries and stayed in the nearby village to recover and get better. It would explain the blood trail and why they couldn’t find him. He was laying in another’s house, wrapped up in bandages to stop his wounds from bleeding, patiently waiting for when he could be well enough to return home or writing a letter so someone from the village could walk to the Rengoku estate and tell him where his whereabouts were and why he was staying somewhere else rather than their home.

Feeling sure of his theory, the former pillar left his bedroom and took a walk in the garden area.

His son is fine. He’s just resting due to some severe but not fatal wounds with a doctor from the nearby village tending to his injuries so he can recover from the blood loss he experienced.

When he got home, perhaps Shinjuro would take over chores for a bit, stretch his legs out so Senjuro could recover from his injuries before he resumed his usual duties in the estate. Then again he doesn’t even know how to cook, he would need to hire servants for that given it was always Ruka or one of his boys who cooked their meals.

Maybe Kyojuro would even join in to help take care of his brother or take the duties of homemaker while Shinjuro nursed Senjuro. He wasn’t as knowledgeable as an actual doctor but basic medical knowledge is essential to even survive against enough demons to become a pillar. There’s no point in being able to slay a hundred demons if you’re left a mangled and devastated wreck, becoming a body only waiting for death’s cold embrace to free you from your injuries and pain.

At the thought of his days as a pillar, he was reminded that he would need to send a message back to the demon slayer corps.

Who would he address it to? Before he could recognize many of the crows of the demon slayer corps but only Kyojuro wrote to him anymore so he had no clue who the owner of the crow was.

(NEVER GOT AROUND TO WRITING THE TRANSITION FROM DENIAL TO MY SON IS GONE)

He wasn’t bothered by the loud clacking his sandals made as he rushed around the house, trying to find his long retired crow.

It had been almost a decade since he stopped using the bird and it was probably terribly out of shape but there wasn’t any time to wait for Kyojuro to come home. Pillar missions were never consistent in how long they took, ranging from a single day to an entire month. Senjuro could be reduced to a bloody mess during that time. He was young, defenseless and injured, a demon’s ideal snack. Every second he wasted finding that bird, another second Senjuro bled out from his injuries.

The crow appeared to be rather old now at this point and hadn’t worked in years, simply spending its days in the Rengoku estate, occasionally leaving for its own business and its eyes widened in surprise to see Shinjuro had visited it rather than Kyojuro or Senjuro, who were the ones that cared for it when Shinjuro stopped caring about it.

“I need you to send a message to Kyojuro, immediately. Tell him he needs to get home at once, Senjuro is missing.”

He snarled when he saw the crow was wasting time standing there in shock, snapping it out of its shock and it saluted before leaving to accomplish its first mission from Shinjuro since he retired.

Briefly resting his hand on his sword scabbard, he fastened the lock to the estate doors. It was time to find his son.

Notes:

The one who sent the crow was Ubuyashiki

The child who asked about Senjuro was a girl who had a mutual crush with Senjuro. Her name was Yuuka (She was created by @angstandhappiness Sorry for giving credit late, my bad)

I was thinking of including him breaking down and crying immediately but Shinjuro is the type of person to sit in denial till its essentially confirmed

#demon slayer #shinjuro rengoku #rengoku shinjuro #senjuro rengoku #rengoku senjuro #demon senjuro au

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