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Catalyst - Uzui Tengen & Wives One Shot

Title: Catalyst

Rating: M

Pairing: Reader/Makio/Hinatsuru/Suma/Tengen

Fandom: Demon Slayer

Warnings: Swearing. Sex. Polygamous relationships. F/F, M/F, mention of M/F/F/F/F. Mention of you being from the future. Un-betad.

Summary: You meet Makio first...

Notes: This fic possessed me. I don't entirely know what happened but here it is. I don't even usually like writing in 2nd person, but like I said, it possessed me. I just had the line "you meet Makio first" in my head and this is what happened. I wrote it in the space of 2-3 hours. This is my first time writing Tengen and his wives (aside from my Rengoku/OC fic which isn't posted). Reader is unnamed and undescribed but references to being female. Enjoy.

You meet Makio first. 

It happens by accident. You end up standing next to each other as you wait for your turn to pay for the food. Her outfit catches your attention, not because it’s low cut and short, but because it reminds you of the outfits you’re used to back home…in your own time. You’ve been blending in as best you can but the outfits are so restrictive in comparison. 

“Do you mind if I ask where you got your outfit? Who designed it?” 

She turns to you in surprise. “My outfit? Why?”

“I want one.” 

The request turns into her admitting that she makes the outfits with her wives but she’s willing to ask them if they’d help make you one. Providing you pay, of course. 

“Of course,” you agree. 

Meeting up again is easy, as well as providing the measurements and down payment you give. If you’re honest, you haven’t had a lot of luck since arriving, but your history in retail gives you a great customer service voice and the patience required not to snap at belligerent clients. It gets you a job as a server which pays decently enough that you can afford it.

The longer you talk, the more you’re amused at the woman. She’s a bit brash and unwilling to deal with stupidity, but she’s also a huge dork. It’s hilarious. 

The two of you often find yourself sitting on a hill in the area, enjoying the view. Makio likes to talk about her family. It’s nice, letting yourself pretend that everything’s okay. You’re used to the time period now, but you haven’t really let yourself make any friends, assuming you’ll get back. It’s been a year though and prior to meeting Makio, you didn’t really spend any time with anyone. 

She’s not around a lot, her work taking her away from the area often, but she promises to come back with the outfit the next time you see each other. 

The second one you meet is Hinatsuru. 

“It’s wonderful to meet you,” Hinatsuru says with a smile. “Makio has been talking about you often. We hope you like the outfit.” She offers the bundle she’s holding. 

“Thank you,” you smile at her. It’s cute watching her blush. 

“Try it on,” Makio orders. You raise your eyebrows at her until she offers a please. “We want to make sure it fits.”

“Sure,” you say. “Mind waiting?”

“Not at all,” Hinatsuru says. 

You invite them into your home, the small apartment-style area that you rent. It takes most of your wages but the woman who acts as your landlord is nice enough and you don’t have to worry about people breaking in. Makio looks unimpressed at the space but she doesn’t say anything once Hinatsuru nudges her. You don’t care. You’ve lived in better but you’ve also lived in worse. You’ll take what you can get. 

You change quickly and the weight of the outfit is strange after so long in standard kimonos and yukatas, but it’s nice. You feel like you can move again. You come out, unashamed in the sudden change of the amount of skin you’re showing. It’s freeing. 

The women waiting for you look surprised as you grin at them.

“Well? What do you think?” The dress is a cobalt blue with a black obi around your waist. There are slits up the sides with a short skirt that ends above your knees. 

“You look great!” Makio says. “Not as good as us though,” she adds, teasingly. You roll your eyes, used to her antics. 

“It suits you,” Hinatsuru says softly, her gaze darting between the two of you. 

“Thank you!” You grin at her before moving to grab the rest of the payment that you owe them. “Here. Do you think I’d be able to order more?”

“Are you sure?” Hinatsuru asks. “It is…revealing for the average citizen. We don’t want you to get any trouble.”

“Don’t worry,” you assure, thinking of your origins. “I’m anything but average.” 

You meet Suma next. She follows the other two, bouncing slightly before darting past them to greet you. 

“It’s you! I finally get to meet you!” 

You blink in surprise at the enthusiasm as she clasps your hands in hers. She grins widely. “Makio’s been keeping you a secret.”

“No, I haven’t!” Makio yells, reaching to drag Suma back away from you. You try not to smile as they argue, or more so, as Makio argues and Suma reacts dramatically. Hinatsuru sighs but looks at them fondly before she heads towards you. 

“We’re so glad to see you again,” she says. 

“Me too,” you agree. “I missed your company.” 

She smiles at you, gaze softening slightly before the two of you are overrun by Makio and Suma, both demanding your attention. 

The longer you spend with these women, the more you understand how well they fit. They balance each other perfectly in a lot of ways and despite the way they like to argue, you can tell that they care about each other deeply. It’s sweet and a little heartbreaking. Not that you’re in love with any of them, but it’s a reminder of what you don’t have. You doubt that anyone here would want to marry you, especially since you don’t have relatable experiences. It’s fine. You can deal with it until you decide to shove the truth about yourself down so deep that no one will ever dig it out. 

You still spend the most time with Makio. Mainly out of habit more than anything. You think she might be your best friend but you’re not entirely sure you want to tell her that. It feels like there’s something waiting for you on the horizon and you’re not sure if it's impending doom or something great. Probably doom, knowing your luck. Maybe you’ll just wake up back home. 

“Are you okay?” Suma asks. The four of you are huddled in your small living area, snacks and tea laid out between you. 

“We should have just taken you home,” Makio grumbles. You know she’s just uncomfortable in the enclosed space but you like it. You feel safer knowing there are not a lot of areas for someone to hide in. 

“I’m fine,” you assure them. “Just a little homesick.” You catch the look they all give each other and wait, knowing there’s some question they want to ask. Can they read you as easily as you seem to be able to read them? 

“Oh,” Hinatsuru says softly. “Can you not go visit?” 

You give her a small smile. “No. There’s…there’s no way,” you pause and correct yourself. “There’s no one left.” 

Suma looks like she’s going to cry again and you wave her off. “It’s fine. I’m used to it now. Besides, it’s not like I don’t have friends, right? I have all of you now.” 

“Of course you have us!” Makio says, looking fierce in her outburst. “We’ll be your family, okay?”

You laugh slightly at the determination and that way Suma eagerly nods in agreement. “Thanks. I’d like that.” 

Things change after that. 

You’re not sure what it was, the reveal that you have no one else in this world or the fact that they’ve decided to be your family, but things change. They’re around more often, bringing small trinkets from their travels back to you that they insist improve your living space. They also touch you more. Not that they didn’t before, but it goes beyond the casual brush of skin as you sit next to each other or a hug goodbye. Hina, as she asks you to call her, enjoys playing with your hair of all things. Makio occasionally tries to feed you, offering bites from her own food or holding up a treat for you to try. Suma no longer has any concept of personal space, enjoying lounging herself across you and pressing her cold feet into your shins. 

It’s funny because you never considered yourself touch starved before but now? Now you think if they ever stop, you’ll miss it. Your life slowly adjusts to consist mainly of serving customers and the Uzui women. 

Makio, as every time before, is the first. This time to kiss you. 

You’re stunned as she pulls back and you can see the concern in her features that maybe she made a mistake. 

“I’m sorry,” she says. “I thought–” 

You stare at her for a moment before you grin at the expression on her face. “No,” you say, “I just…I’ve never kissed another woman before.”

“Did you not like it?” she asks. You know that if you tell her you didn’t, she’ll stop. Things will go back to the way they were. 

“It’s not that,” you admit. “You’re married.” 

She grins at you. “I know,” she agrees. “But all three of us have been talking about wanting more with you. We just weren’t sure what you want.” 

“Aren’t there four of you?”

She nods enthusiastically. “Lord Tengen knows,” she says. “He’s waiting.” 

For what? You want to ask but you don’t, because Makio moves forward again and you find yourself distracted by the feeling of her lips on yours. It’s different from the guys you’ve made out with. Not necessarily better or worse, just different. Turns out that Makio is a great kisser and you’re not as straight as you originally thought you were. Huh. Who knew?

Once that barrier is breached, the others are not long to follow. You feel a bit guilty to be making out with each of these women knowing that there’s a husband somewhere waiting for them, but this isn’t the first polygamous relationship you’ve heard of, especially since ethical non-monogamy seemed to be everywhere in the online dating arena, so you know that communication is the most important thing in a healthy relationship. You also have no doubts, based on what you know of these women, that one of them has told their husband everything. You’re just wondering when he’s going to make himself known. 

Speak of the devil and he’ll appear. Isn’t that the saying? 

You meet Tengen by accident. Well, probably not by accident since Makio said he was waiting and it was bound to happen, but you didn’t expect it like this. 

You were in the market on your day off, wandering from stall to stall in one of the outfits that Makio, Hina and Suma made. They had worried about you finding yourself in trouble due to the cut of it. Instead, trouble found you. The strange man propositions you on the street. You shoot him down. It’s not the first time you’ve had to do so to such a request and it likely won't be the last. No big deal. You’re used to it. 

Until he touches you. 

The man grabs you by the wrist, stopping you from moving on. Unfortunately for him, you come from an era of women’s rights, self-defence and a love of action movies. You shove your fingers into his throat before anyone else can step in. He recoils, coughing loudly, and let's go. You straighten your outfit and prepare to move on only to stop as someone appears between you and the man. 

“Now that’s a flashy response!” 

The man in front of you is huge. You’ve seen a lot of men in your life but you’re beginning to wonder if any of them ever compared to this one. His arms look like the size of your head. Your mouth drops open as you register the jewels on his headband and the swords at his back. You’ve heard every description of the man possible but you have never expected him to look like…this. 

He glances over his shoulder and you have to actually move to peek around him to see the man who assaulted you being led off by some other. Tengen turns back to look at you and you watch as his gaze overtly looks over you. There is nothing subtle about this man. At least, not when he doesn’t want to be. 

“So you’re the one monopolizing my wives.” 

“Maybe,” you admit. There’s no reason to lie. “They’re good people.”

“They are,” he agrees. “They’ve spoken highly of you.”

“Not as much as they’ve said about you, I’m sure.”

He grins at that. “May I join you?”

“Knock yourself out,” you say, nodding. He looks slightly confused before he grins as he realizes you’re saying yes. 

Tengen is not as patient as his wives. 

Which is funny because you never considered any of them to be patient once you got to know them. Maybe Hina, but that’s only in comparison to the others. He’s also straightforward. You like that. 

“You’re not only attracted to women,” he points out once he catches you staring at him again. Honestly, you’re just amazed at how small you feel next to the man. That’s never happened before. 

“Nope,” you agree. “Though, to be fair, it might only be them. I don’t know. I’ve never considered it before.” 

He seems pleased at the compliment to his wives and doesn’t hide the way he appreciates you as well. He walks you home and before he leaves, he promises to return and kisses you hard. It’s easy to see how he’s kept the three of them if this is how he kisses. 

You don’t see them during the days that Tengen is around. You suspect that there’s more going on, but you’re willing to let it play out. Getting to know him is like adding another piece to a puzzle. It all starts to make sense and you can understand how the dynamics fit. The four of them are practically a well-oiled, well-loved, machine and while you’re not entirely sure what their purpose is for you, you’re going to enjoy it. After all, who knows if you’re really going to stay? Even if it’s been almost two years. 

Makio is not the first this time. 

It’s Hina who proposes, even though they’re all there. You sit there, surprised at the offer. You hadn’t expected this. Even when they said they’d be your family, all those ages ago, you didn’t think they meant literally. 

“I can’t,” you admit, wincing as you watch Makio’s expression fade into blankness and Suma starts to cry. 

“Why?” she wails, reaching out to you. 

You consider it. It’s not that you don’t want to. You love them, each and every one. How could you not? At least, you’re sure that you do. You haven’t exactly tested things out completely, always stopping before it led to full-out sex because you had been unsure of their marriage, but the desire was there. 

“I don’t know if I’m here to stay,” you try to explain. “For good.” 

“What do you mean?” Tengen asks. “Where would you go?”

“Back to the future?”

They stare at you for a moment, the words processing before Tengen leans back and laughs. 

“I knew it!” He says, looking at you with a grin. “I knew you were flashier than you let on! Your score is different from everyone else's!”

“My score?” You don’t remember telling any of them how many people you’ve slept with….

He explains…and so do you. 

Things finally start to make sense. They never really explained what they did, at least not in detail besides trying to ensure you stayed indoors at night. The truth of their occupation, and their history, is the final puzzle piece. The truth of you clears up the confusion of all the strange little things that you do that don’t really make sense…but are also the same things that drew them all in. You all agree to give it some time, to think about it. 

It takes a day before Tengen is back with advice. 

“Say yes,” he says, hand on the small of your back as he pulls you towards him. “Even if the worst should happen and you leave, shouldn’t we enjoy the time we have? Marry us.”

“Let me think about it,” you ask, kissing him softly. 

Suma is the next. 

“Please say yes,” she begs. “Please! We need you!” 

You smile in response. “Let me think about it,” you ask again before kissing her this time. She melts into it and you try not to let it sway you. 

Hina comes about a week later. 

“Please join us,” she asks, holding your hand in hers. “We miss you. Let us take care of you and you take care of us.” 

“I miss you too,” you admit. “All of you. But are you sure?”

She kisses you. “We are. Are you?”

Makio is last. Her arms are crossed as you come across her waiting for you outside your work. 

“You’re being stupid,” she says as soon as she sees you. 

“Nice to see you too.”

“Why are you doing this to us?”

“What? Making you wait?”

“Yes!” The brashness fades as she looks at you. “Don’t you want us?” 

You sigh. “Of course I do.”

“Then marry us!” 

“One more day,” you say. “Give me one more day, okay? I’ll come to you.” 

You’ve known your answer since Tengen spoke to you. He’s right. Why should you deny yourself the chance of enjoying your life here, even if it might not be forever? Really, what is? If they want you, they can have you. 

It’s not hard to find their home despite the fact that you’ve never been there. The place is beautiful and a little out of the way. It suits them though you wonder if they’d like chimes. Wooden chimes would suit the place but it might be a bother considering Tengen’s hearing. 

The door opens before you even get to it and Suma comes running, nearly tackling you on the path. 

“You came!” 

You laugh as you hold her, miraculously steadying the both of you. It doesn’t last long as soon as Makio joins in. The three of you end up sprawled on the path and your face is covered in kisses despite the fact you still haven’t given an answer. You don’t mind. You know your answer and kiss them both back. 

“Alright,” you hear Tengen say. “Get up, you three.” Hina giggles as you all try to untangle yourselves. It takes a couple of tries before Tengen eventually steps in and lifts Suma off of you, listening to her protest. Makio stands up next and offers you her hand. 

You hold it, reaching out for Hina’s before you follow Tengen inside, trying not to laugh at Suma’s expression as she’s carried over his shoulder. 

You say yes. Tengen looks like he knew you would and the women are ecstatic. So are you. You’ve never felt as loved or as wanted as you do at that moment, as they all celebrate the fact that you’re joining them and going to become one of their wives. Even if you disappeared in this moment, you’d remember it forever. 

Luckily, that doesn’t happen. 

What does happen is that someone opens some sake and the night ends with you on your back and someone’s face between your legs. They know you’re inexperienced but the four of them aren’t. It’s not hard to listen to their cues, let them guide you and relish in the way you can help make them break. 

You learn new ways to use your tongue, the sweet spots that make each of them clutch you tighter and beg, and you learn how many times you’re capable of orgasming. It’s way more than you ever expected and you might have blacked out at some point. You come to curled up next to Suma while Hina’s head rests on your stomach. You’re all covered in sweat and the room stinks of sex. You can hear them though. The soft praises of Tengen and the way Makio cries out. 

“You did this,” he tells her. “You completed us.” 

“Thank you,” she cries out, clutching at his arm as he thrusts up into her. “For letting me–” She’s facing the rest of you. Both of them are and you catch Tengen’s eyes as he realizes you’re awake. 

“My beautiful wives,” he says, kissing her neck. “You’re so good to me. So good to all of us. How could I resist?” 

Suma shifts closer, throwing an arm around you as she buries her face against your skin. Indeed, you think, closing your eyes and drifting back to sleep even with the sounds of them fucking. How could you resist?

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I'll Treat You Like One - Obanai Iguro

cw: jealousy sex, degradation, name calling, forceful, dub-con, slapping, hair pulling

Obanai catches your glances at Tengen and his wives, and decides it's time to teach you a lesson.

minors+ageless dni. 1.1k words

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Obanai slammed the door. Angrily rushing through the house, you could hear his footsteps hitting each stair as he'd practically ran in his temper tantrum, breathing audible as he sighed through his mask. His outburst had been due to jealousy, something he'd frequently done after seeing you talk to other men. You'd simply met up with the other hashira, speaking with Tengen and his wives, but Obanai had seen things differently. 

He saw how your eyes would drop to cleavage level - even if just for a second. Or how you'd laugh a little too hard at their jokes, and the way they'd reciprocate your borderline flirting by touching you a little too much on the arm, or moving to brush something from your cheek. Today, he'd had enough when Suma had poked fun at the lack of sex you'd had; another clear dig at her distaste to your relationship. 

You'd felt a little guilty when she'd brought up something you'd discussed with her in a time of need, feeling that you hadn't been enough for your boyfriend, but the lack of intimacy had been due to his own insecurity. It was a bad jab at the snake pillar, one that even Tengen had slapped her on the wrist about, but Suma always got to be a handful after a few drinks. 

You'd told Obanai time and time again that his scars were beautiful, but the facial disfiguration had played a large part in his timidity. He'd suffered a lot from the self consciousness, and you'd felt empathetic to his situation. Though, you wished that he would ease up, and enjoy the time you spent together, instead of worrying about what other people had thought. 

Following him, you exhaled heavily at the possessive behaviour, as this was becoming a common theme.  "Obanai, please." You huffed, opening the bedroom door to reason with him, racking through the words you'd choose to say in your head, prepared to fight for the next hour. 

You stopped in your tracks as you saw him removing the bandages from his face, Kaburamaru slithering from his perch at Obanai's shoulder to move past you to reside in the hall. You stepped into the room, skepticism written on your features as the last loop of the bandages fell, exposing the face you dreamed of. Even after three months of dating, seeing below his nose was a rarity, one that you'd had to bask and appreciate in with every chance you'd gotten. 

"If you're going to act like a slut," He spoke, watching you through the mirror he'd been stood in front of, turning to face you as he finished the sentence. "I'll treat you like one." 

Obanai's hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling your arm tought until your knees bent and you'd hit the floor beneath you. He pulled his trousers down to knee level, grabbing a fist full of your hair as he forced your face into his crotch. He'd been flaccid, but you took him into your lips anyway, mouth hitting the base of his cock as you warmed him inside your cheeks. His hair fell to surround his face as he looked down at you, and you could feel him harden in your mouth. 

"I see the way you gawk at them." His tone was riddled with disdain, a look of pure hate across his expression. You'd attempted to pull back and scold him, but he held your head in place. "Don't start." He rebuked your attempts, pushing his hips forward to slide his now erect cock into the back of your throat. You gagged, but couldn't move as he held your head still.  "You're clearly infatuated with them, such a fucking slut." He teased, finally loosening his grip on you, allowing some movement. Your eyes watered but you bobbed back and forth for him, watching his expression for any sign of pleasure, but he'd been too pissed off to give you the satisfaction. 

"Whore." He spat, the insult causing a hum to leave your lips, the vibration causing his cock to twitch in your throat.  Your arousal to the situation was a little shameful, but you'd continued on nonetheless, taking him as far as you could. He pushed himself deeper, anger fueling his actions as he watched his cock disappear into your mouth. You'd been crying at this point, tears running down to mix with the saliva that had been pooling at your chin, gargles erupting from your tired mouth. You pulled back, but he interlaced the second hand into your hair, pushing you to suction him once more.  "Did I tell you to stop?" Obanai shouted, groaning as he took one hand to slap your cheek, leaving a stinging sensation. You continued your previous movements, whining against him while you felt his cock slide to the back of your throat. He was groaning, stomach sucking inward with each motion, pupils following your head as you maneuvered it back and forth. Your jaw had already grown tired, but you'd tried to ignore the ache, pleasing the male before you. 

"Gonna be a good slut for me?" He questioned, leering down at you suctioning him, a nod gracing your contorted face, for he'd eased his grip for only a moment. "Look so pretty with my cock in your mouth." Obanai commented, though the stinging sensation from his hand roughly slapping you once more had said otherwise. You brought a hand to pump over the shaft as he'd allowed you to move back a little, fist bumping to meet the drool covered lips you'd had locked around him. You licked over the head of his cock with your tongue, while following the other motions, knowing how he'd liked to be touched from years of experience. 

"Gon' swallow my cum like a good whore?" His voice was husky, a tremble laced through the question that he'd tried his best to hide, pleasure evident over his face and tensed body. He groaned, forcing himself further into your mouth, a gag around his head as the seed had shot straight to the back of your throat. You'd coughed, liquid flowing down your esophagus without being able to swallow as his cock had simply forced it's way into your neck, but he'd continued with the action. Obanai kept his eyes open, though squinting, wanting to watch as he'd punished you for the bratty actions you'd taken, admiring the way your salty tears had mixed with the other fluids on your face. 

You pulled back, spluttering beneath him. An attempt to get yourself out of the position had Obanai's fingers back in your hair, a sharp pain in your scalp as he'd gripped you tight.  "Who said you were getting off that easy?" 

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What Kind Of Lover They'd Want

Genre: Fluff

TW: Mentions of trauma

AN:: Always wondered what kind of lover they'd like so I decided to stop procrastinating and daydreaming and actually write, Enjoy!! As usual not proofread too lazy.

Characters :: Sanemi | Gyomei | Rengoku | Giyuu |

Adults + Over 18s DNI

Sanemi Shinazugawa

`` A Distraction ``

Sanemi Shinazugawa is a man with a broken heart. The cracks of his heart are shown all over his body, engraved with scars to show it. He's been through hell, he goes through it everyday.

What, he needs most is to come back from battle to a warm lively home with a darling lover who can embrace him and whisper sweet words into his ears as if he isn't a sinful man full covered in ugly scars. He, just for a moment. A second. Wants to forget the outside horrors he's seen.

He needs his lover to be a distraction.

A Haven where he can take the time he doesn't think he should be allowed to spend to slowly heal for his past and ongoing trauma.

He just wants to forget, and pretend just for a little that everything is fine. Nothing bad ever happend.

You're here, you're alive. That's all he needs.

Himejima Gyomei

`` A Carer ``

Gyomei doesn't look for much, Infact he doesn't look for anything. Not that he can.

Being fully devoted to his faith and life to demon hunting, he has no room for a lover.

But, a man can dream and wonder. If he were to ever have a lover he'd want them to be a carer.

Someone, with a kind and loving soul with a gentle nature. A person of strong faith and interest in serving the world an striving to making it a better safer place. He'd like someone who can make a cold house warm, someone who is soft spoken and welcoming to outsiders.

An honest person who won't lie through their teeth to save their own skin. A humble person who is easy to correct themselves when they're in the wrong and willing to learn and own up for their mistakes.

A good person at heart who genuinely cares for others. And a lover who is good with children and younger people, it would warm his heart sensing his lover tend to children.

Tomioka Giyuu

`` An Ambivert ``

Tomioka Giyuu is, to say the least, unbalanced.

His introvert nature stems deeply from trauma, he needs someone to take him out of his dark pit on loneliness and into a light where he's free to express himself.

However, his quiet nature is who he is, he prefers to observe rather then be in the spotlight so, he'd need someone who can balance both perfectly.

A lover who can take him out of his shell and heal from his survivors guilt, getting him to enjoy the wonders of life and explore all there is to offer.

A lover who he can sit in comfortable silence with and still somehow have a full conversation in utter peace. An ambivert is the perfect kind of lover for Giyuu.

Kyojuro Rengoku

`` A Foodie ``

He is a simple man, not looking for anything in particular it's all got to do with your personality if you're a good person at heart Kyojuro is more then willing to give you his love.

However, that's not to say he doesn't like certain things in a partner.

He'd love if they were a foodie like him. Someone he can go restaurant to restaurant with and, try hearty and diverse meals with is the dream.

Bonus points if you can make hearty and diverse delicious meals he'll be smitten for you, truly.

Overall he's not one to look for a specific kind of person, however you look or act or whatever interests you have he'll be your hype man and will 100% support you and love you for it.

──  ﹫ 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘𝐒𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐌   ؛   𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗋

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The Hashira See You As A Sibling

Giyu Tomioka X Platonic!Reader, Obanai Iguro X Platonic!Reader, Sanemi Shinazugawa X Platonic!Reader Gyomei Himejima X Platonic!Reader Muichiro Tokito X Platonic!Reader Kyojiro Rengoku X Platonic!Reader Tengen Uzui X Platonic!Reader Shinobu Kocho X Platonic!Reader Mitsuri Kanjiro X Platonic!Reader

Requested: Anon

Request: Hihi!! First off all I hope you are having an excellent day / afternoon / night! May I request some headcanons of the hashiras seeing reader (who's also a hashira) as an older sibling figure (Gender Neutral if possible!)?? If it's possible all of them, if not that's alright! Please and thank you! ^^

A/N: This took far longer than I thought, sorry about that.

General

So for a little bit of context you have imitation breathing, which means that you can execute any other type of breathing after seeing it, you freaked out the others when they first met you because of it.

They all saw you as an older sibling even if you weren’t actually older than them, you joined before most of them and had been there with them and had yet to leave.

You were close with the master because of how long you had been a Hashira and you often spent time with him and he asked your opinion on a lot of things.

You were the one that was often called for a rescue mission when the Hashira needed help, you never really stayed in one place, you travelled around a lot so you were probably the closest to trouble at any given time.

They all loved you, none of them said a sincere bad thing about you, they might tease you from time to time but you honestly teased them just as much.

They each had their own way of greeting you but you made sure that you split your time with all of them otherwise there’d be complaints from everyone except for Giyu or Mitsuri.

There aren’t many outside of the Hashira that knew you, you were more like a phantom that the demon feared.

Mugen had fought you once and you both came away gravely injured, the upper moons knew of you and hated you and the lower moons had been killed by you on a few occasions and promptly replaced.

Now let’s get a little more personal.

Giyu Tomioka

🌊 Giyu is often the one to take a step back and wait for the other to finish whatever they wanted with you, he never thought that he was worth your time and you were likely going to have to seek him out to actually spend time with him. 🌊 This doesn’t mean that he doesn’t want to spend time with it’s just that his inferiority complex is acting up again. 🌊 That being said, once it’s just the two of you it’s easier to talk to him, he might still be quiet but you often talk to him and soon enough he’ll involve himself in your conversations. 🌊 If you tell him that you have an interest in something, if he comes across it on his travels he’ll pick it up and give it to you the next time that he sees you and he always remembers what versions of something that he got you, so you never end up with doubles. 🌊 Compliment his jacket, if you close enough he might even tell you what had happened then give him that jacket and from there you’ll realise that survivors guilt weighs on his mind. 🌊 Giyu is one of the youngest and yet acts like one of the oldest, so sometimes you have to remember that his view of the world would be different than yours and you explain the nature of friendships to him because he really doesn’t understand them. 🌊 When you were out on missions with Giyu, you often let him take the lead, you wanted him to be confident in himself, when he was on his own. 🌊 You were probably the only person he was confident in starting a conversation with and/or asking to spend time with. 🌊 You never missed a chance to stick up for him no matter what the others said, he was probably the one with beliefs closest to yours. You did agree with his choice for Nezuko and Tanjiro after all.

Obanai Iguro

🐍 Obanai was snarky as hell and was often sassing you in some way, you were never not hitting him upside the head for trying to start a fight with someone. 🐍 The rest of the Hashira watch with great amusement when you were both involved in arguing back and forth with each other neither one of you ready to admit defeat. 🐍 His snakes often wrapped around your arms or neck, so whenever they went missing he knew that you were around. Sometimes they’d even take your side in an argument, especially the argument about his feelings for Misturi. 🐍 You’ve told him on many occasions that he should just tell her how he felt but he kept denying that he felt anything at all. Which we all know is a lie so you teased him about it every chance that you got. 🐍 Your arguments with Obanai were strictly verbal considering the fact that you are physically better than him, he never tried to take past that. 🐍 Obanai spent a lot of his time trying to sneak up on you but it never worked, that was usually the greeting that you got from him. 🐍 When you were on a mission with Obanai you often took a step back to allow him to do his thing, you helped him where you needed to but for the most part it was his mission and he’d complete it. 🐍 You often rolled your eyes at his unrealistic expectations of others, he very rarely berated you because you very rarely came back with any injuries, that being said he was probably harsher on you than the others because you would fight back. The next time that he came back injured you were the first one to comment. 🐍 You were probably the only other person that he could stand spending time around without some kind of return and you were probably the only person that didn't get hurt by everything that he said.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

🌬 Sanemi treated people a certain way because of the way that he was treated which was why you were a little more gentle with him where you could be. There were times that called for you to be firmer with him but for the most part you tried to avoid clashing with him. 🌬 He learned to respect you after picking a fight he had no chance of winning, now he challenges you to fights to see how much he’s grown in the time that he hasn’t seen you. He literally greets you with a punch and there hasn’t been able to dodge yet. 🌬 You often told him off for the way that he treated his brother, you understood the way he felt about loss but that didn’t condone the way that he pushed his brother away and hurt his feelings. 🌬 Because of that you actually ended up spending a lot of time with Genya too, you made sure that he didn’t feel like it was his fault that his brother treated him the way that he did and honestly that made Sanemi kind of jealous sometimes. 🌬 Sanemi did ask you how Genya was getting on when you did see him because he refused to go anywhere need him. 🌬 You almost never agreed with the way that Sanemi went about things and even got angry with him at the meeting for the way that he handled Nezuko, you even put yourself between the box and his sword at one point. Which you got a mumbled apology for later. 🌬 You were often the mediator when he was on missions, he could be a bit harsh and sometimes he didn’t look before he leaped so you were the one to watch his back and maybe point him in a different direction. 🌬 Sanemi would never admit that he liked having you around but you biggest clue was that he never told you to go away and actually listened to a suggestion that you gave him every now and then.

Gyomei Himejima

🪨 Gyomei was the oldest of the bunch and the one that needed you the least, he’d spend time with you because he wanted to not and you were able to spend time with him because you wanted to not because you thought there was something that you could offer him. 🪨 You guys trained together all the time and by extension made each other way stronger than you would have been alone. 🪨 You were probably the only person that could keep up with him on a mission and with your breathing allowing you to copy his means that he didn’t have to worry about the strength that you possessed because it equaled his in most scenarios. 🪨 You were always there to make sure that he was okay, you comforted him when he cried no matter how small the issue that caused him pain was. 🪨 You engaged in prayer with him where you could and even asked him about his beliefs when you guys had the time to talk properly. 🪨 He warmed up to you easily but that was probably because you had been together for longer than any of the other Hashira, you both know things about each other that none of the others did. 🪨 You tried not to disrespect his beliefs or make his go against his principles and he knows that you're trying your best even going as far as offering to give the killing blow if it helps. 🪨 He’d often mindlessly talk to you about anything and everything, his voice was always soft and he encouraged you to give your views (which was probably why you knew so much about each other). 🪨 Gyomei was the one that you’d often spend time with when you had been through something taxing, he doesn't always need to talk or fight sometimes you can both sit there.

Muichiro Tokito

☁ Honestly for the longest time you didn’t know if he even knew who you were, he proved that he did one day when he mumbled your name in conversation. ☁ You were a little more protective of him though because he was the youngest of the Hashira, he was very good at looking after himself when he needed to. ☁ You would often be the one to relay information that he missed when his mind wondered, he’d often tug at your arm to point out a cloud as you half listened to the conversation so you wouldn’t both be lost. ☁ There would be times when he’d use you as a pillow and you’d never wake him, unless there was a mission you needed to go on or there was some kind of danger. ☁ It didn’t take long for you to realise that he didn’t put much stock in emotions, so when he talked he didn’t necessarily mean to hurt your feelings and you often had to defuse situations between him and the others. ☁ On missions you wouldn’t need to watch his back in the actual fight he was pretty good at doing that himself, it was in the moments that you were travelling from place to place or looking for information on the demon that you needed to be there. ☁ Sometimes you carried him to where he needed to go but that was faster than any other means of transportation. ☁ Muichiro would often use you to hide from conversations or interactions because the others were less likely to bother him when he was with you. ☁ He was more like an aloof little brother, you checked in more often with him to make sure that he was okay and worried that he’d get more lonely than the others so you hung around with him a little more than the others.

Kyojuro Rengoku

🔥 Bless this ray of sunshine, he’s probably the only one that actually asks how you're doing from time to time. 🔥 He respects you and treats you as such, he offers you food that he thinks is tasty and strongly advises that you taste it. You’d always accept what he gave you and compliment him on his tastes. 🔥 Rengoku would actually ask you for help when he needed it, as well as drag you into whatever stupid thing he and Tengen were getting up to that day, since you were the only one fast enough to keep up with them. 🔥 Rengoku was more than happy to introduce you to his brother who you became fast friends with. He made you promise that you’d look after Senjutro if anything happened to him. 🔥 That being said, you weren’t actually going to let something happen to him and that was why you went after him when Mitsuri said that she had a bad feeling, you ended up saving his ass when Akaza came calling (that was the day Muzan decided that you were a nuisance that needed getting rid of). 🔥 Rengoku holds you closer from there on, even going as far as introducing you to people as his sibling. 🔥 He’s usually the first to greet you and you always smile no matter how loud he’s being, took the time to learn and/or teach him sign language for stealth missions together or general secret keeping. 🔥 Rengoku was one of the older Hashira and yet ended up being one of the most childish so you spent a lot of time making sure that he was okay but he’s the one that you get the most reward from because he shows his gratitude for you.

Tengen Uzui

🔊 Tengen was the one that always successfully snuck up on you, you hated every moment of it but no matter how hard you tried he got you every time. 🔊 He would often challenge you to a race and you were the only person that could beat him, but that being said you were still in a rivalry and there was a scoreboard with the other Hashira had placed bets on. 🔊 Tengen actually tried to get you to be one of his wives which you denied, if only because your independence was important to you. 🔊 On that note his wives love you and when they can’t go on a mission they’ll send a message to you, to ask if you can keep an eye on him, which you had no problem doing. Though you had no problem looking out for them, Tengen would often send you a separate letter asking you to keep an eye on them while he was gone. 🔊 Tengen is forever jealous of the food Hina kept aside for you, the gift that Suma made for you or how Makio would always ask how you were doing after he came back from a mission. 🔊 They invite you for dinner all the time so when you are in the area you stop by and join them. 🔊 After getting word that Tengen’s wives had gone missing you were the one to save them from Daki, then promptly slapped Tengen around tha back of the head for putting 7 different people in harm's way before asking you for help (Zentsu and Inosuke were so confused, Tanjiro had to explain that you were a Hashira). 🔊 You help him beat Daki and Gyutaro. Gyutaro referred to you as the phantom which confused everyone but now that’s all that Tengen will call you. 🔊 Tengen is by far the loudest of the Hashira and the one you probably had to watch the closest because despite the fact that he was a trained shinobi and probably the fastest Hashira out there, he’d forgo all of that for a flashy entrance and that will be what gets him killed.

Shinobu Kocho

🦋 Shinobu was reluctant to actually treat you as a sibling, after what happened to her sister that part of her was closed off for two reasons. 🦋 The first fear and the second not wanting to replace the sister that she had already lost. 🦋 You never tried to replace her sister and you never pushed her to be more than she wanted with you so the relationship developed slowly. 🦋 She was probably the only one that you needed to earn the trust of but that happened over many injury treatments. 🦋 You really earned her trust when you got very badly injured for her and she spent months nursing you back to health, it was then that you told her about your relationship with her sister. 🦋 You often drew fire on missions with Shinobu, you knew that she worked better being about to get a knick in and most of the time, she was testing something new so you served to keep the demon alive long enough to see if whatever new poison she had developed worked, all while getting jabs at each others fighting skill or the fact that you gotten hit. 🦋 She’d often send you off with something new that she had developed because she knew that you’d stay alive long enough to report back to her. 🦋 You guys could spend hours talking about anything and everything, most of the time it was Shinobu talking through ways to treat wounds so that she was sure that you could make it back here to get properly treated. 🦋 You guys would often have sarcasm battles with large smiles on your face, anyone who saw them wouldn’t know if you guys were serious or not. 🦋 Your relationship was probably the closest to a love hate one, no one could tell whether you actually liked each other or not and that was for you to decide.

Mitsuri Kanroji

❤ Literally worries for you all the time, from the moment that she met you to the present day. ❤ Always wanted a sister, so it took literally no time at all for you to become close, she’d come to you whenever she felt like something bad was going to happen or when she needed encouragement. ❤ Girls nights happened often if you were both in the same place and that meant that she helped you with self care and you encouraged her to face the crush that she had on a certain snake hashira (never worked but you tried). ❤ You guys communicate with looks and in some cases noises, you’ll be able to tell what she’s thinking and send back a response that she understands completely. ❤ You watched her carefully when she felt strongly about something. Her health took a back seat sometimes, so you made sure that she ate properly and looked after herself especially when she felt guilty about something. ❤ You often found yourself telling her that she wasn’t a burden to you or any of the other Hashira. ❤ You two have so much fun when you are on a mission together, she likes that she has your full attention and there’s no one to hide from, she could be herself around you. ❤ As much as you both acted like siblings, the love that she felt from you reminded her of a parent and she wouldn’t change it for the world, being away from her family and the people that she grew up with, she likes that feeling that she gets from you.

Request Here!!

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【Kibutsuji Muzan】 Mean!

*high school dessert shop au

*human+sick+rich Muzan

*fluff, a little OOC

Ring.

The bell rang as the door of the small dessert shop was pulled open.

“Welcome!” You stood up from your stool at the back of the counter, surprised by a sudden customer during such a lazy hour of the day. “Eh? Riku-san?” Your eyes landed on the figure of the tall butler of the Kibutsuji family before drifting to the person he was holding the door for, “Muzan?” 

The teen’s pale skin was even paler on such a rainy day, which made a fine contrast with his beautiful ruby eyes, gloominess took over his young features as usual. Muzan stepped into the shop and dismissed his butler that was a head taller than him. Riku bowed to the both of you before closing the door, returning to the black G-Wagon that was parked outside and drove away.

“Welcome.” You repeated, putting on a wider, sweeter smile as you leaned your elbows on top of the counter

“Do you smile like that to everyone who walks in this door?” He asked, red orbs peered into yours. Just as you were about to answer him, he threw you another question, pointing his slim finger at you, “Why are you working here anyway? Wearing such ugly uniforms.”

You puffed out your cheeks, a small thump on the floor created by your heel showed frustration, “Is this how you’re going to start your day with me? Mean, you’re so mean!” You backed away from leaning on the counter, “Now, dear customer, I would rather you sit down somewhere as I make you a warm cup of tea, so you don’t accidentally get a fever again like the last time you went out during a rainy day.” You turned away from him as you reached for the teapot.

Muzan stayed silent for a few seconds before speaking again, “Come here.” He ordered.

You narrowed your eyes at him, “No,” you rejected, before focusing on your hot water again.

“You— ACK!” His sentence was stopped by an intense coughing fit. Muzan brought his pale hand up to cover his mouth while the other one clutched onto his stomach as he slouched in pain.

“Muzan!” You rushed out from behind the counter after grabbing a bottle of water. Patting his back and leading him to the nearest chair, you sat him down and lowered yourself next to him. “Want a sip of water while you wait for the tea?” You asked gently, twisting open the new bottle of water and placing the bottle mouth near his soft lips. He leaned forward and you tipped the bottle downwards so the water could flow into his mouth. 

“Better?” You wiped off the water that dripped from his lips to his chin.

He almost nodded before turning his head away from you, covering his nose. “Too sweet.” He said, distancing his upper body away from you, “You smell too sweet… and smokey too.” 

“It’s only ‘cause I’ve been in a bakery all day.” You frowned and sniffed your sleeves, “Do I smell so bad that you have to turn away from me?”

He looked back at you and nodded. You stood up and thumped on the floor once again — a bad habit really.

“So mean! Fine, whatever, sit and wait for your tea, I’m gonna call Riku-san to pick you up.” You huffed, turning away to walk back behind the counter, but stopped when Muzan wrapped his fingers around your wrist. 

“No, you’re going home with me.” He simply stated before letting you go again.

“Huh? Wait, really? I’m spending the night at your house today?” You asked him, voice coated with excitement. “Do my parents know? Should I call them?”

“No, Riku called already.” He said.

“Yes!!” You cheered, but stopped when you realized something, “Wait, but my shift ends at 9, there’s still a few hours left, you shouldn’t wait here all day.” You bent over, face extremely close to his.

“That’s what I’m saying.” He furrowed his brow in annoyance, “Just quit already, you act like I don’t have enough money to keep you well.”

“But.. but I just wanna earn some extra allowance.” You frowned as well, your voice dragging the pronunciation of certain words to show you’re upset. “Plus, the owner of this place is very nice, I don’t have a proper reason to quit.”

“I told you that I’d— ack!” He started coughing again, but this time not as intense, “You-” His sentence was interrupted again by the bell, alerting that someone had opened the door.

“Welcome!” You looked over instinctively, “Ah! Aoki-san!” You called out the surname of the store owner respectfully.

“Oh my, what’s happening here.” The older male looked at Muzan in surprise, as he was still panting from the coughing fit earlier, “Kid, are you alright? You look awfully pale.”

Muzan’s eyes suddenly widened and he took a hold of your wrist again, panic written all over his ruby eyes, but only you could tell. “Do I look awfully pale? Do I look like I’m going to die any second from now?”

“I- I mean, you do look pale but you’re always pale, but it’s not like you’re gonna die anyti-”

“You’re just waiting for me to fall over dead right? So you can elope with another healthy man, and you’re gonna leave me here all by myself. But I’m telling you, you’re never gonna leave me, as long as our wedding contract is still signed by both of our parents! If I die, I’ll make you marry my corpse!” He grit his teeth and his eyes were bloodshot with anger and jealousy, his grip on your wrist tightened subconsciously and a few coughs escaped his mouth.

“Ow! It hurts!” You placed your other hand on top of his, trying to pry him off, “Who would I elope with? I like you the most out of everyone, but you’re always so mean to me, but I really do like you a lot!” You sobbed to him, “Wahhh!! You’re so mean! So mean!”

“Hey, kids…” Aoki tried to step in, it was his store after all, he wouldn’t want two high schoolers to make a ruckus and scare away customers, although today is really not a busy day… at all…

“You stay outta this!” Muzan snapped at the rather confused adult, pulling your sobbing form closer into an embrace, as if Aoki was the one who made you cry.

“No, I mean.. maybe you guys can go upstairs and sort things out, it’s a storage attic, I just cleaned it before the store opened today.” He pointed to the stairs that led to the attic.

“Tch.” Muzan shot him a glance before standing up and walking to the stairs, with you still in his arms.

“Just make sure not to do anything inappropriate up there!” Aoki called from behind.

It wasn’t so unreasonable how Muzan had said those words, as your marriage engagement wasn’t even your decision. There was a marriage contract signed the moment you two were born, because your mothers are best friends. They had made a promise even before high school, saying that if one gives birth to a boy and the other gives birth to a girl, then they would marry each other, unless they don’t fall in love and break the engagement themselves upon turning 16. But 17 years flew past like a winged monster, yet the engagement still holds strong as steel.

“Look at me.” Muzan called out your name softly, placing you on his lap as he sat on the newly cleaned floor, back pressed against the wall. His hand cupped your cheek and guided your gaze to meet his. “That was my fault, my apologies.” He brought your wrist that was red from his grip up to his lips and planted a soft kiss. “I can give you anything you want, but I cannot let you away from me, that is one thing I cannot grant you.”

“I want oden.” You sniffed your nose, “Mom’s oden. Tonight.” You referred to Muzan’s mother.

“I’m sure she already plans on making it.” He wiped away your tears, “She left for groceries right before I left the house, but I’ll let her know regardless.”

You stayed silent for a minute, head against Muzan’s chest, “Can I go back to work?” You muttered your question. “I’ll make you your tea.”

“Why can’t we just go home right now, we have tea at home too.” He frowned, pissed how you’re choosing work over him.

“Because I told Aoki-san that I could work full day today.” You looked up at him, frowning as well.

“Quit.” He repeated for the nth time today.

“N- Ah!” Your voice was cut off by your own yelp that escaped your lips as Muzan slapped your bottom rather harshly.

“I don’t care, we’re going home now.” He says.

“So mean! You’re so mean!!” 

[fanfictionalhooligan]

Oneshot: Dying in Husband!Haganezuka's arms〚WARNING: Severe angst and dark themes〛

This came from the following anonymous heacanon request:

"How would Hotaru react if his wife died in his arms? Or died in general? I love angst I devour angst."

For the art response, I will be repurposing drawings that ironically work well for this scenario under the right circumstances:

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“Out of my way –“

“Haganezuka-san, she’s in critical condition –“

“GET OUT OF MY FUCKING WAY! I’ll kill you!”

His voice was shrill and transforming into something unnatural at the words ‘critical condition’ and his eyes were wide with horror.

“Please, Haganezuka-san, it might be best for you not to be here right –“

“I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU – get out, NOW!”   

The Kakushi trying to block him from entering the room suddenly cried out in pain and recoiled, then stared down at the deep slash in his own arm in horrified disbelief. Haganezuka had struck a blow with his knife this time. No one had seen him actually do it before, despite so many instances of chasing Demon Slayers.  

The blade was dripping with blood as Haganezuka clenched the handle and marched forward; fear gripped the Kakushis around him like ice and they scurried away from him.

There she was.

His love. His Spring. The blossom that had emerged beneath the snow after a long, lonely winter. There she was - his wife, covered almost head to toe in blood-soaked bandages and IV lines hanging off of her like chains, laying silently and limply upon a cold hospital bed. Her gaze was dull and unfocused and anyone could tell that she was slipping away.

Haganezuka’s blood froze as he paced towards her, as if time had slowed for him to live every agonizing second of this hell. His arms dangled limply at his sides; the knife clattered against the floor, splattering the blood from the Kakushi’s arm as well.

The sound stirred her awake as if she could recognize it in her sleep. She must have known that her husband was nearby if there were knives around. Her eyes opened, focusing just enough to take in the familiar sight of his face. She smiled softly. “Hotaru…”

Her voice was hardly audible, so small and feeble. Haganezuka desperately rushed forward and threw his arms around her, lifting her entire upper body from the bed. “Y-you’re alive…” he whispered, unable to accept that it could change any moment. “The battle’s over. The demons are gone. We can finally live in happiness – hey, are you listening?” His voice shook as her eyes fluttered shut for a moment. His gaze travelled down to her abdomen and the pool of blood that had soaked through it.

There was a stained, crimson-red pole in the corner of the room that had been removed; his face grew pale when it registered that she’d been impaled with it. A pole – a fucking stop sign pole. Of all the things –

“Hotaru,” she murmured, as if sensing that he was about to murder everyone in the room for letting this happen. “It was Muzan. He was…” her voice was faint and almost didn’t finish the sentence. “He…tried to run…we stopped him…buildings and streets were destroyed…”

Haganezuka’s entire body was trembling uncontrollably. She was far too calm. “I – I get it,” he replied. “You don’t have to explain…just…”

She gazed softly at him with a smile. There was something about that tender, glistening gaze that welled up his eyes with tears, and they began streaming down his face and dripping down quietly into her hair. “H-hey…” he began. “Don’t go. Don’t go, you hear me?”

His throat grew tight when she simply kept smiling at him.

“Come on – don’t go, my love. Please,” he begged her. “The battle’s over! The worst is over –“

“Hotaru…” she whispered, making him go completely still as he held her in his arms. “I…I was waiting for you. I wanted to see your face…”

One last time. That was what she meant.

She’d only been holding on long enough to be able to see his face for one last time.   

“I’m here,” he whispered feebly, pressing his forehead against hers. “I’m here and I’ll stay by your side, okay? J-just stay with me, too, okay? Please!”

The Kakushis behind him somberly bowed their heads and quietly left the room.

Her eyes were glistening with tears, too. “Hotaru…I love you. I always will. Whether in this lifetime or the next. The sun will rise for us…”

The seconds were slipping away. “But you’re my sun, don’t you know that? If you d-don’t rise again, I can’t…”  Haganezuka’s voice finally broke into a sob when she closed her eyes and rested her head against his chest, so content to be in his arms with that beautiful, oh, so beautiful, fading smile of hers.

“I love you,” he whispered, holding her tight and his sobs making it almost impossible to speak. “Can you hear me, my love? I love you so much, and I wanted to show you that every day for the rest of our lives. I am the happiest man in the world when you’re there with me, and just… please…please stay.” He wanted her to hear every word, to keep listening, anything at all for just another moment with her.

Her eyes fluttered open just a crack, just barely enough for him to see the green of Spring before it faded back into the winter snow. “Hotaru…the rest of my life has already been the happiest because of you.” Haganezuka’s lower lip trembled as her voice grew quieter and quieter. “You’re here now…and I’m happy.” A single tear slipped out of her eye before it shut for the last time. “I only wish I had more time with you…and…”

She never finished the sentence.

Haganezuka went completely, utterly still. “Misaki?”

Silence. Only silence.

Dark, cold, hollow silence.

Her head rested limply against his chest. While her own had stopped rising and falling.

Haganezuka’s eyes widened and time froze, and the world around them felt like thousands of kilometers away. He slowly looked down and saw that the smile had never left her face – just because she was in his arms for her final sleep. It was at that moment, right then and there, that Haganezuka cried out and wrapped his arms tightly around her, burying his face into her hair, gripping her so tightly that the IV poles fell over as the lines were yanked.  The sobs wrenched through his body, choking uncontrollably and whispering her name now and then even though the sound of it from his own voice only made the tears multiply. Her body was shaking along with his as he cried.

She was gone.

And, after that, swords would be gone.

There were no demons left and they would likely be discarded like useless artifacts of the past.

Those two things, his beloved Spring blossom and his swords - all that had ever made any sense in his life - were taken from him. Just like that.

Haganezuka rested his chin against the top of her head, cradling her and rocking slowly back and forth as if she were simply sleeping and must not be disturbed. Somewhere inbetween his sobs, the glimmer of the knife on the ground next to him caught his eye. He grew still in the cold silence, his gaze suddenly fixated on the bloodstained blade and unable to look away.

Maybe…maybe she wasn’t that far away.

He slowly became possessed by the silence as he simply continued to sit there for hours, cradling his wife’s delicate body in his arms to make sure she could continue to sleep peacefully where she’d been happiest. He was allowed to mourn alone and undisturbed. No one noticed how far down the pit of silence that his demented eyes were staring.

Haganezuka reached towards the knife.

- End

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Are you okay? Because:

THIS IS NOT CANON EVEN FOR AN AU. NOPE. NOPE NOPE, NOT IN THIS HOOLIGAN’S WORLD. This is a “what if”and I cannot with this ending ever make it official. Consider it an AU of an AU for masochistic angst lovers xD

***To address the suicide implication: I was conflicted on whether it’s OOC for Haganezuka, with Demon Slayer being a lot about moving forward even when you lose everything. So in this case, I wanted to portray it more like he was at his darkest lowest point and having a moment of madness that someone else would need to pull him out of if they’re in time. It would be possible for the ending to be a “HEY STOP WHAT ARE YOU DOING” from Kanamori who storms into the room, knowing how impulsive Hotaru is and just having found out that his wife had died.

On another note, I had never intended to do another fic for Demon Slayer, but somehow nostalgia just took over me because I was actually well-known for writing horrific death scenes over at Fandom back in the day xD But damn this was painful.   

Anyway, if your heart is rekt, go read the true happy ending of this story here, come now. Don't worry, it's real.

I hope I did your headcanon justice, anon!

[battydora]

A hidden passion in the swordsmith village (part I)

¡ (+18) nsfw • minors dni !

content: mild nsfw, fem!reader x haganezuka hotaru, femdom!reader, sub/virgin!haganezuka, experienced reader, inexperienced haganezuka, a lot of touching, you don't f♡ck, you spend a hot time touching eachother ♡

inspiration song: ❝harleys in hawaii❞ by katy perry ♡

i had this idea out of the blue, don't ask just enjoy.

The demon slayer job was something very important to you, you were born into a demon slayer' family that fulfilled the duty since your great great grandparents decided to join the corps. You took your job seriously, maybe a little bit too much, but that didn't stop you from being cheerful, playful and even naughty anytime you could; let's say you were an extroverted type of woman when relating to people.

Accordingly to the previous information, you were most likely to visit The Swordsmith Village quite often to get your nichirin sword polished at its 100% to exercise your job in the best conditions you could. The village was such a peaceful place and full of nice people, you never failed on making any new friends with swordsmiths and even other slayers that passed by aswell. you were likely to go there to upgrade your sword and for that you visited your swordsmith: Hotaru Haganezuka. You were the one who decided that Haganezuka would be the one to have the honor to forge your sword because when your family talked to you about forging your sword, you knew you had to choose one swordsmith that had a burning passion in their heart while forging and hammering metals to have the perfect one. Hotaru filled all those characteristics, you decided to hire him even when your family questioned your decision saying the man was usually disliked by slayers for his hot-blooded and asocial attitude.

You two really didn't talk much when you met, but it was a fact that you enjoyed staring at him while working, you liked serious and focused guys and haganezuka didn't seem to be bothered about your stare. But there was this curiosity you felt about him, he was so mysterious in a way... the only thing he had on his mind was swordsmithing, he put his whole heart into every creations and you didn't seem capable of deduce why was he so fervid about it, which made you even more curious and intrigued by him. And not to mention the sense of mystery and suspense the mask he wore gave you. What could his face look like? Does he have small eyes? A big mouth? A delicate looking chin or a defined jaw? Everything about him was so intriguing that only made you want to bring to light every day more all of his secrets, even knowing swordsmiths couldn't reveal their identities for their safety.

It was a common scenario where Haganezuka would throw a tantrum over the smallest mistake he made while upgrading your sword and then leave the forgue for a few minutes. In those cases you would decide it was time for a break and always went to a food shop and buy a box full of mitarashi dangos to share with your swordsmith, after all, you were as perfectionist as he were to understand the stress he felt, and besides, been working long enough with him gave you time to deduce this specific dessert would cheer him up. You would smile anytime he ran to you like a child and take the food out of the box to stare it with affection. Only a few months ago he would've taken the box and run away to eat all the dangos selfishly by himself but now he would sit in front of you, only turning his back to take off the mask to eat, which made you feel really happy because that meant you were progressing as... friends?

When you arrived this specific week, it was only a few days later you arrived when Haganezuka's behaviour felt a little bit off, as if he was bothered by something and you noticed it that day when you were looking at him as usual and then he stopped hammering to look at the ground.

—Huh? What's the matter, 'Taru?— you asked, puzzled.

—There has not been a day were you stopped staring at me while i work, every single time you come over— he did not speak until a few seconds passed, turning his head to you —Why the hell is that? If you don't like my job, get lost somewhere else— he added rudely.

You were surprised, you weren't able to see if he was truly angry or not, because his tone of voice sounded slightly pissed yet calm.

—Oh, not at all— you assured, calmly —I just like to stare at you, the focus and determination you show while working is so catching, besides, you look cute, even if i can't see your face— you confessed, caughting Hotaru out of guard.

—Oh— he sounded shocked —Is that so...— silence took over the room, he did not expect that.

—And not just that... since I met you there are a lot of things that made me feel so curious for you— your voice sounded more flirtatious this time.

—Wh-... like what?— he asked, slightly nervous.

—Well, things like the passion you put into your creations, it's fascinating, I've never seen someone so passionate and commited to their job, I love those type of people—

You got closer to him, looking forward to sit in front of him craving for some closeness or even physical touch. You could see the man leaning back a little out of nerves, you could bet he has never been this near to a woman in his life.

You were now very close, almost as if you were trying to surpass with your own gaze Hotaru's mask to reveal that face that has been exploiting your curiosity since you met him. He did not say anything, his body language showed slight nervousness hidden by a tough attitude, shrugged shoulders, averted head and torso slightly shaking.

—You seem troubled, dear. Can I help you?— said you in a seductive tone.

Your hand managed to very slowly reach Haganezuka's chin, to make him stare at you. a giggle left your throat as you looked at him and stayed in silence. But in that short moment, you turned thoughtful, you slightly moved your hand to the edge of his mask, taking it in between your fingers to start pulling it up in hope to finally see that face of his.

Your movements were easy and smooth, you didn't want to freak the swordsmith out either but what made you kept going on was the fact that Hotaru did not object about your actions, even if it was not safe for him to reveal his identity to anyone.

But surprisingly, he trusted you in a way.

When the wait was finally over, under the mask you found yourself staring at the most attractive male factions you've ever seen in a long time. Big, wide and bright eyes; thick black eyebrows that matched his hair perfectly, an adorable kitty-sized nose and a small pair of lips twisted in a grimace. Was this handsome face hiding all this time under that clown mask? For the demon lord... this seemed unreal but what was more important now, is that that same face was flushed in a dark red, your comments were enough to have him blushing like that.

Your hand left the mask on the floor and took the nervous man's jaw, analyzing him with a sweet grin and loving eyes, you still couldn't believe the sweetie pie you had in front of you.

—T-Too close— he muttered almost to himself, thing that made you widen your smile.

—Am I?— you answered, leaning even closer.

His lips barely open, his heartbeat felt like a drum inside his chest even when you thought you were going easy on him but you weren't, the man had no experience in physical touch at all and having you this close made Haganezuka loose his breath.

His world fell apart when he found your lips meeting up with his in a sympathetic, yet hungry, kiss. Have you ever seen a thirty seven year old this nervous before?

He closed his eyes after a little while trying to follow the rythim of your kiss, he seemed fascinated and didn't really want to pull apart. You accommodated yourself in front of him without breaking the kiss, making it deeper and passionate every second that passed by. Hotaru could keep up your rythim and could coordinate better his movements after a few minutes, the room started to heat up when the kiss became very passionate, you lead the timid guy's arms around your shoulders before pulling apart.

Your hands patted your thighs, staring deeply into the black haired man's eyes with shining lust.

—Sit on my lap, honey— you ordered.

He stared at you in awe, his face tinted in bright red and, wanting to deny it, feeling fascinated for how experienced you were, you knew what you were doing and that gave the man security but at the same time, a necessity to follow your commands. He quietly sat in your lap and you wrapped his waist with your arms, hands on the edge of his clothes, pulling him closer to continue kissing him. Hotaru started feeling needy and trapped by the feeling of your touch, making him wrap his arms around your shoulders tigher than before; lack of physical touch for years made the situation even more filling for him, more than he thought it would.

You pressed his body against yours, kissing his lips better and straining your hands under his clothing, caresing his skin almost sinfully. The friction of your bodies felt like a sweet paradise.

—You can touch too, 'Taru— you suggested in between the kiss, encouraging him to shyly slide his hands through your arms after a few seconds.

His inexpert and dirty swordsmith hands ended up in your breasts, feeling curious for their texture, squizzing above your clothes carelessly due to his inexperience. His touch made you groan in pleasure and pain, he was being kinda mean to your tits so you grabbed his ass very tightly as a warning, making Haganezuka jump in his place.

—Easy there, female breasts are sensitive, Haganezuka— you told him with a grin, staring at his tomato face.

He did not answer, he looked at you kinda puzzled, not sure of how his next move should be but you sure did. You directed your gaze towards his crotch, noticing an erection popping through his pants thanks to the hot kissing session you just had. Your hand laid on that hard zone playfully and pressed it gently over the clothing, stealing a moan from Hotaru. You stared at that face and it pretty much turned you on, that was incredibly hot. You squizzed and caressed a little more, willing to get more expressions of his, which you had, but it didn't last long.

—S-Stop— he requested once he could recover his breath.

—Sorry— you stopped and took your hand off there —Are you alright?— you asked, maybe you were going a little too fast.

—I don't want that— he averted his gaze —... yet—

You giggled and nodded with a cute and understanding smile, you wouldn't force him into anything he didn't want.

—That's okay, 'Taru, thanks for telling me— you leaned over again and gave him a kiss on the cheek, now that you revealed his face, it'll be very hard for you to not kiss it everytime you could.

—Mhm.—

The man stayed quiet for a moment, his face still as red as the beggining and his eyebrows frowning with embarassment.

—Can we still... kiss...?— he muttered embarassed, still wanting to taste your mouth and explore these feelings he was experiencing at the moment, for the first time he felt curiosity about something that wasn't related to swords.

Your gaze landed on him with surprise and enthusiasm, you thought he wouldn't want to keep going but you would accept his request happily receptive. It was cute of him to ask so who were you to deny him?

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edit: part two is out here!

thanks for reading!

[knyleggo]

to comfort a demon s/o (Giyu, Muichiro, Inosuke)

to be honest, i couldnt really pick so i decided to spin a wheel and it landed on these 3 LOL HAHAHA ENJOY its been a while since i began writing again so its probably rusty :"P (lemme know if its not up to ur standard and i will rewrite it again!!! @sanjishoe

tw: mentions of suicide

giyu

he immediately rushes to your location, determined to help you and prevent any harm from coming to you

listens attentively to your concerns and validates your emotions

expresses genuine care and concern for you

LOTS of soft hugs and kisses, refusing to let you out of his hold

reminds you of your worth and value and how he would not be able to live without you

shares his own struggles and vulnerabilities, showing you that it's okay to feel overwhelmed and that you're not weak for experiencing these emotions

promises to be always there for you, to listen and support you, no matter what you're going through

emphasizes that your life is valuable and that there is hope for a brighter future, and he encourages you to keep fighting

stays by your side, offering his unwavering support and compassion, until you feel more stable and safe

follows up with you regularly and continues to provide support, ensuring that you're taking steps towards healing and recovery

Giyu Tomioka, the Water Hashira, stared at the letter in his hand, his heart heavy with concern. It was from you, his beloved girlfriend and a demon, expressing your deep sorrow and despair. You had been struggling with your inner demons, feeling overwhelmed by the darkness within you, and were contemplating taking your own life. Without wasting a moment, Giyu set out to find you, determined to offer you comfort and support.

When he arrived at the secluded spot where you were, he saw you sitting by the edge of a cliff, tears streaming down your face. He approached you cautiously, mindful of your fragile state, and sat down beside you, offering you his presence without saying a word.

"I... I didn't expect you to come," you said in a barely audible voice, surprised to see your boyfriend standing right beside you.

"I'm always here for you, no matter what," Giyu replied softly, his eyes filled with concern as he reached out and gently placed his hand on yours.

You looked into his eyes and saw a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness. It was as if his presence alone was a beacon of light, offering you a lifeline in your darkest moment.

"But I hurt you."

Your voice cracked as you let out all your pent-up feelings at the moment. The amount of hopelessness you had when you could not even hear his pulse. How you felt when you found out you had almost killed him. Your lover. Your Giyu.

Nonetheless, Giyu still spoke to you with unwavering kindness and empathy. He listened to your pain, validating your emotions and assuring you that you were not alone. He shared his own struggles and regrets, revealing his vulnerabilities in a way he rarely did with others.

"I know that darkness can be overwhelming, but I believe there is always hope, even in the darkest moments," Giyu said softly, his voice filled with compassion.

"And you can hurt me all you want. I'm never leaving you."

He gently talked you through your thoughts and feelings, helping you see things from different perspectives. He reminded you of your worth and the value you bring to the world, and how your life is precious and irreplaceable.

"I care about you deeply, and I cannot bear to lose you," Giyu said, his voice trembling with emotion. "You are not a burden to me, and I am willing to walk this path with you, no matter how difficult it may be."

Tears streamed down your face as you listened to Giyu's words. You realized that you were not alone, and that there was someone who truly cared for you, despite your demon nature. Giyu's unwavering support and understanding touched your heart deeply, and for the first time in a long while, you felt a glimmer of hope.

With Giyu by your side, you made a promise to yourself to keep fighting, to seek help when you needed it, and to hold on to the hope that life could get better. Giyu continued to be there for you, providing you with his unwavering support and love, helping you navigate the challenges of being a demon and finding a purpose in your existence.

In time, you learned to cherish your life, and the bond between you and Giyu grew stronger. You found solace in each other's company, and your relationship became a source of strength and hope for both of you. Together, you faced the difficulties and uncertainties of life, knowing that you had each other to lean on, and that with love, empathy, and understanding, even the darkest moments could be overcome.

muichiro

stops dreaming and staring into space the moment he found out about your current situation

immediately finds you in an instant using his breathing techniques and managed to stop you just in time before you were about to jump

you burst into tears the moment you saw him

gives you a backhug so tight that you could barely breathe as he rubs your back to soothe your cries

releases you after you have finished sobbing into his shoulder, leaving a damp spot on his clothes

interlocks his hand with yours as he pulled you away from the ledge of the cliff with no intention of letting you go

teaches you breathing techniques to calm her mind, helping you learn to control you emotions and instincts in healthier ways

gives you affection physically and verbally

pays more attention to you and your behaviour

stops daydreaming to make sure you don't do anything funny

Despite the danger you posed, Muichiro couldn't help but see the pain and anguish in your eyes.

"I won't let you give up," Muichiro said softly, as he reached out to gently touch your hand. "I know you're struggling, but taking your own life is not the answer.

You were overwhelmed by conflicting emotions - the guilt and shame of your actions, the longing for peace, and the fear of what lay ahead.

"I... I don't deserve your kindness and your love," you choked out, tears streaming down your face.

Muichiro's expression softened even more, and he spoke with gentle reassurance. "Everyone deserves a chance at redemption. You are not beyond saving, and your life is worth preserving."

He sat beside you, offering you his calming presence as you poured out your heart to him. You told him about the struggles you had faced as a demon, the pain and loneliness that had led you to lose control. Muichiro listened attentively, without judgment, his hand still resting gently on yours.

"You are not alone," Muichiro said softly. "I am here, and I will help you. You can find a way to control your instincts and live a meaningful life."

His words brought a flicker of hope to your heart, and you realized that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for redemption. Muichiro's unwavering belief in you touched you deeply, and you found solace in his presence.

Days turned into weeks, and Muichiro stayed by your side, helping you learn to control your demon instincts and showing you kindness and understanding. He taught you breathing techniques to calm your mind, and helped you find ways to channel your emotions in healthier ways. He shared stories about his own struggles and hardships, letting you know that everyone had their own battles to fight.

Slowly, you began to see a glimmer of light in the darkness that had enveloped you. With Muichiro's patient guidance and unwavering support, you found the strength to confront your inner demons and make choices that were in line with your true nature.

One day, as you were sitting by a serene lake, watching the sun set, you turned to Muichiro with gratitude in your eyes. "Thank you," you whispered, your voice filled with emotion. "You saved me, Muichiro. You gave me a reason to live."

Muichiro smiled, his usually stoic face softened with warmth as he gave you a kiss on your forehead. "No, it was you who found the strength within yourself to keep going. I'm just glad I could be here to support you. And I will never stop loving you."

You ran into his arms and hugged him for what felt like forever. In that moment, you realized that Muichiro had not only saved you from physical harm, but also helped you find a renewed sense of purpose and hope.

From that day on, Muichiro and you stood side by side, facing the challenges of the demon world together. Your bond grew stronger with each passing day, filled with mutual respect, trust, and a love that transcended the boundaries of species. With Muichiro by your side, you knew that you had found a true companion who would always be there for you, supporting you through the highs and lows of life, and helping you find the light in your life with the love he provided you unconditionally.

inosuke

(with an extra little confession because why not)

"You stupid demon!" Inosuke growled, glaring at you as you cowered in a corner, tears streaming down your face. "Don't think I'll let you off that easily!"

But as he approached you, he noticed the deep pain and sorrow in your eyes. His anger subsided, replaced by a sudden surge of protectiveness. He couldn't ignore the fact that you were hurting, despite being a demon.

"Inosuke, please," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper. "Just end it. I can't take it anymore."

Inosuke was taken aback by your words, and he realized that you were on the brink of giving up on life. His heart clenched, and he couldn't bear the thought of losing you, even though you were a demon.

With a sudden burst of determination, Inosuke grabbed your hand and pulled you up to your feet. "No way I'm letting you die like this!" he declared, surprising both you and himself with his action.

He pulled you into a tight embrace, ignoring the fact that you were a demon, and held you close to him. "Don't you dare give up, you hear me?" he whispered, his voice filled with raw emotion. "I won't let you go. I won't."

You were taken aback by Inosuke's unexpected display of affection. His strong arms around you provided a sense of comfort and security that you hadn't felt in a long time. You felt a warmth spreading in your heart, and for the first time, you realized that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for redemption and love.

Inosuke stayed with you, refusing to leave your side even as you tried to push him away. He showed you a side of him that you never knew existed - caring, gentle, and protective. He helped you learn to control your demon instincts, teaching you breathing techniques and ways to channel your emotions in healthier ways.

Inosuke's rough exterior melted away whenever he was with you, and you saw a softer side to him that made your heart skip a beat. He would often wrap you in his arms, holding you close, and pressing gentle kisses to your forehead or cheeks. His physical affection brought you comfort and made you feel cherished.

As time passed, you found yourself falling in love with Inosuke, and he seemed to feel the same way. He would often blush and stutter around you, a stark contrast to his usual bravado. He would steal glances at you when he thought you weren't looking, and he would always make sure you were safe and well taken care of.

One day, as you were sitting under the stars, enjoying a moment of peace, Inosuke turned to you with a nervous expression. "Hey, demon," he said, scratching his head awkwardly. "I... I like you. A lot."

You couldn't help but smile, feeling a warmth spreading through your chest. "I like you too, Inosuke," you confessed, reaching out to touch his hand.

Inosuke's eyes widened in surprise, and then he grinned, his boar-like teeth showing. "Alright then, from now on, you're mine," he declared, pulling you into a fierce hug, his heart pounding against yours.

You laughed, feeling a sense of happiness and belonging that you never thought possible as a demon once your lips connected with his. With Inosuke by your side, you felt completely safe in his arms. You felt at home. You felt love. You felt him.

a/n: i am sincerely so sorry for procrastinating this request atw frm 2021 when its 2023 now LOLS i apologise :( so i hv been quite busy lately chasing after my dreams and career and now im finally back to writing!!! YAY HAHA hope everyone is doing well too! stay tuned for the next post :)

[otakugoddes]

☆Manicure☆

☆Tengen Uzui☆

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

Tengen loves devoting his retirement days to doting, spoiling and being with his loving spouses. Countless times when missions got in way of down time, but not anymore, the former Flamboyant Sound Hashira picked each day to spend with you guys. Tengen found that one of the reasons why retiring was worth it, was when the five of you just got together and began painting each other's nails. He himself adores nail polish and takes care of his remaining hand quite well, much under urging from you and the other wives--often joking and teasing about the missing limb which Tengen heartily laughed at (mostly).

"Tengen! What color do you want your nails?" Suma asked him while you sifted through the wide range of colors for both of them.

He thought about it for a minute before asking, "What do you think would look most flamboyant on me, my loves?"

"Blue!"

"Pink!"

"Orange!"

"Rainbow!"

You and the girls all looked at each other before nodding, "All the colors Tengen!"

He grinned and held out his hand, "Then I leave it to you!" You each painted a finger all the colors you had laid out, and Tengen just watched in fondness.

You noticed his soft gaze and giggled, putting your hand, on his cheek to which his eyes flickered to you. "What is it, love?"

You grinned, "Nothing!"

"Oh come on! What is it?!" He whined.

You laid on his lap and started petting Suma who laid next to you on his lap too, Hina and Makio fawned over how cute you two were.

"All done!" You cheered.

Tengen held out his hand to throughly inspect it, the four of you waiting for his opinion. He gives you all side looks before smiling approvingly, "I love it, thank you my dears!"

While the four of you then decided to do each others nails, Tengen cant help but feel like arguably the luckiest man in the world. Everything from now on would be worth it to him, yes--his further retirement days was definitely something he knew would be the better days. He couldn't wait.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

[shrewtia]

BLOOD SOAKED SAND

// GYOKKO ONESHOT //

CONTENT : Gyokko's last moments before being turned into a demon

WARNINGS : graphic content

This sucked, he thought. Everything about this sucked. Even though the sun gleamed in the clear sky, he couldn't feel it's warmth on his skin. In fact, his skin felt incredibly cold. And underneath that icy skin the flesh felt unbearably hot. His clothes were soaked, but he couldn't discern in which parts it was sweat or blood.

How long was he laying there already? Definitely over five hours. But that didn't matter to him. He just wanted it to be over. He didn't want to die.

He just wanted the pain to go away. At first, he hadn't felt much. The shock had numbed everything. But after maybe an hour he had started to feel it. It was difficult to describe. A throbbing pain. Somehow as if his body was ripping itself apart in all the spots they had stabbed him. That sensation had mixed with the nausea which had overcome him shortly after. But after some time even that faded. The sickness now gave way to irritation.

A deep hatred settled in his chest. He hated every villager who had walked past him. Who had seen him lying in his own blood, struggling. He hated all of them. It was them. They were the cruel ones. Violent and stupid. He hadn't done anything wrong.

He had been at the beach, collecting stuff like seashell and such. He had examined the body of a dead fish when they had attacked him, stabbing him over and over.

Why did he need to suffer just because some stupid parents couldn't take care of their even more stupid child? That child. That dumb, annoying little piece of shit. They all were. Irritating pests. The kid only got what he deserved. That's what they all deserved for harassing and ridiculing him all the time.

Before he could engage any further in the agitation, he felt his chest tightening and an uncomfortable tickling and burning at the back of his throat. He started coughing and instantly blood spilled from his mouth. The involuntary movements hurt like hell, so he tried to suppress them. However, that led to only more coughing and more pain.

Only minutes later his body finally relaxed, and he slightly opened his eyes again, the bright sun making his head hurt.

Again, time passed painfully slow. At some point he could tell that sunset was about to arrive. His vision was blurry, but he could see a figure approaching him. Judging from the small silhouette it was a child.

Confused he watched them come closer. He tried to make out more details, but his eyes hurt so much that the pain was pulsing into his skull. The child, a girl it seemed, was hesitant. She watched him as he was laying in his blood, skin pale as that of a ghost by now. He only looked back at her with tired eyes. Maybe she wanted to help him, but he very well knew that every effort to care for his injuries would have been in vain.

Another surge of cramps and coughing overcame him. The girl ran away.

Why? Why did nobody help him? Why did everyone have that seemingly innate aversion towards him?

He was always ostracized by the whole village. For what? Collecting fish carcasses. What was so wrong about that? He never hurt anyone. Sure, sometimes he could be a bit annoying and his fascination weirded people out. But why did they always treat him like that? Ever since the death of his parents, the people had started to look at him differently.

Every day, he was met with those stares. And all the whispering too. He had only been a child and yet everyone had looked at him as if they already knew what would happen. As if what he did... today... had already been set in stone.

He didn't want to admit it. It had always been too painful to think about it for long. But right now, the thought was more inescapable than ever.

I am lonely.

He didn't say it out loud. He couldn't. Moving was too painful. But the thought was very clear in his head.

I am lonely. Why am I always alone? Why does nobody ever want to be around me?

The thoughts were simple. Innocent. Like that of a child.

Admitting it didn't make it less painful. And he immediately regretted it. He didn't want to be vulnerable. Surely, the people were laughing at how pathetic he was. Dying slowly. Alone.

The anger was about to return. His frustration over the unfairness of all of this. And the hate towards the people that treated him like some disgusting thing.

But something weird happened. He felt something cold on his cheek. Was it the cool breeze? No... It felt... like a hand...

His vision was completely blurry by now, so when he tried to look up, he could only make out the vague shape of a person sitting next to him. They were stroking his face. Even weirder, they seemed to emit a dark glow. Like they weren't really there.

But he wasn't scared. Quite the contrary. He felt... safe. Secure. He knew this person.

It had been so long he had forgotten what her face had looked like. All these years, only the image of her damaged body had been burned into his memory. From the moment when he saw the decaying corpses of his parents washed ashore. But right now, she didn't look like a corpse.

He couldn't make out her face, but he knew she was smiling. And so was he.

With affection dripping from her fingers, she gently caressed his face. Her very touch brushed away everything unpleasant. The anger, the irritation, the fear.

It didn't matter if she was only a halluzination. Right now, he wasn't alone.

Time passed more quickly. The sun was setting behind his mother, light glimmering around her like a spirit, making the pain in his head disappear. Her voice came to him more like a feeling, calling his name. Managi. The name she had given him.

Pleasant drowsiness overcame him. The sound of the waves sounding almost like a lullaby. Slowly, his consciousness was pulled away like sand in the current.

Within a second, the tranquility was swept away by unbearable pain. Like lightning shooting through his body. Poison forcing its way through his blood vessels, digging into his flesh.

Unable to control his movements, his body convulsed. Any thought was ripped from his mind as his body was torn apart.

Just as quickly as the pain had come, it ebbed away.

Something had changed. He had changed. All the wounds were gone. There was no pain. He felt awfully good in his body. And despite it being dark, he could see perfectly well. Better than he had ever seen before.

He felt powerful. Vitality pulsing through him, like divinity flowing from his skin.

As he stood up without any difficulties, his limbs feeling light like feathers, he noticed the other person standing in front of him.

Glowing red eyes were looking down on him as the first thoughts took shape.

It was as if his mind had been rinsed out. No memories, no knowledge of where he was. No name. As his gaze shifted towards a village nearby, hate overcame him. A loathing, uprooted from any memory. And with it came a certain hunger.

[asirensrage]

A Bet's a Bet - Kyojuro x Reader x Tengen oneshot

Title: A Bet's a Bet Rating: Explicit Fandom: Demon Slayer Pairing: Uzui Tengen x Female!Reader x Rengoku Kyojuro (side Kyojuro x Tengen) Warnings: Smut. Threesome. A bit ooc. Oral. Swearing. Sex. (Seriously. Heed the rating.) Unbeta’d.

Summary: Modern!AU. A night at Laser Tag goes from potential disaster to something incredible.

Notes: This is based on this post with @comatosebunny09. This turned out longer than I planned because the characters kept running away from me and doing their own thing. I was just along for the ride. This is also a little more detailed than usual (but it had to be because of the logistics of this). These men will be the death of me lol. Unbeta'd so please forgive any errors. As usual, undescribed/unnamed female reader. Enjoy and please lmk what you think!

Laser tag. Fucking laser tag. 

“Come on! It’ll be fun!” Your friend pleads with you. 

“I don’t want to go play against a bunch of kids,” you say. It’s a lie. The truth is you have no desire to go on what you know is a set-up double date with her boyfriend and one of his friends. The same one you’ve already told her you’re not interested in. 

“Please! I promise I’ll never ask for anything ever again. Just come! Have some fun! I promise that there’s not even any kids there, it’s just adults. They’re running longer games now.” 

You stare at her dubiously but then she uses that same pleading look that you know has gotten her out of multiple speeding tickets. “Fine. This is the last time, got it?”

“I promise!” 

Somehow, you doubt that. 

You were right in the fact that it ended up being some fake double date that you didn’t agree to. Her boyfriend brought a friend, the same one you knew he would, and they gave you both some space to talk. Even when you didn’t want to. Thankfully, she was alright right in the fact that you weren’t surrounded by some kids. There were other adults playing. You caught a glimpse of the group that went in ahead of yours, catching sight of broad shoulders and bright hair.

Thankfully the place seems huge and it’s dark. As soon as you get in, you ditch your group. You’re not about to spend the next twenty minutes having the guy trail you while trying to convince you he’s good at this. 

You forgot how much fun laser tag is. You spend some time running and ducking for cover. You haven’t seen your friend but it’s only a matter of time. As soon as you find her, you’re taking them all out. As much as you can, at least. 

You step backwards as someone comes running and jump as you bump into someone. 

“Sorry about that!” they say. You turn and aim. 

You can barely make out his blond hair under the dark lights but he has an easy smile and isn’t aiming his gun at you. “No problem,” you say. 

“Might be fortunate,” he grins. His eyes glance down at the blue light that marks your vest. His was marked with red. “We’re unfortunately not on the same team but I won’t shoot.”

You frown slightly, confused. “Why not?” 

“Maybe I want to stay on your good side.”

You smile slightly at the flirtation. It wasn’t completely easy to tell with the way the lights changed and the noise of people yelling at each other. 

“I caught some of your movements. Are you looking for someone in particular?”

“Yeah, my friend.” You describe her quickly. “I’m going to make sure she loses. Badly.” His eyebrows raise at your tone and both of you duck as soon as you hear someone come close. “She roped me into coming and surprised me with a double date, with someone I already told her I wasn’t interested in.” 

“That’s not kind of her,” he says. 

“Nope. So she’s going down.” 

“Would you like help?” 

“You any good?”

“Allow me to show you.” 

Kyojuro, as he introduces himself, is fantastic. He moves with apparent ease through the arena, yanking you out of the way a couple of times and pulling you tight against his chest. He apologizes the first time but when you tell him it’s fine, he does not stop. The strength in the movements has you more flustered than you expected.  

You find the friend of the boyfriend and both of you shoot him before running for it. You’re still searching for your friend when someone suddenly appears before you. You shoot instantly.

“Good shot!”  

Kyojuro steps in front of you and you glance back to make sure you’re not being cornered. 

“Kyo!” The man in front of him says. “Found something interesting, have you?”

 “I might have!” Kyojuro steps to the side. “Allow me to introduce you,” he says, motioning towards you. “This is one of my friends, Tengen.” Tengen is huge. You can make out enough to tell that he’s tall and extremely built, but he doesn’t set off your instincts telling you you’re in danger. He grins at you, seemingly not upset at the fact that you shot him. 

“Think you can do it again?” 

“Maybe,” you say not giving any promises because he's not your main target but you couldn't resist.

“Of course, she can!” Kyojuro says. You smile at the confidence he has in you. 

“Then why don't we make a bet?” Tengen leans closer. “Winner take all. If I win with the top ranking, you come out for dinner with us.” He motions towards Kyojuro and himself. That would at least get you out of going to dinner with your friend. 

“And if I win?" you ask.

“You shoot me again, you can have anything you want.” 

“Alright,” you agree. You don’t know what you’d ask for but you could decide later. 

Tengen winks at both of you before he somehow disappears back into the shadows. You look around quickly, but you can’t see him anywhere. 

“How the hell did he do that?” 

“Don’t ask,” Kyojuro says. “Better not to know. Come on, let’s find your friend.” 

You both manage to find your friend and her boyfriend and stalk them, shooting them repeatedly and laughing when they’re unable to catch you. That’s thanks due to Kyojuro, but you have the feeling that Tengen is somehow helping you both. You never see him though and when the lights finally turn on, all of you are ushered out to the leaderboard. Standing at rank 1 with a new high score is Tengen. Of course, it is. 

You finally get a good look at Kyojuro. He’s tall and well-built, getting out of his vest with the ease of having done this before. He turns to help you. You try not to stare but his eyes are as vibrant as his hair and when he grins at you knowingly, your stomach flutters. You glance around to figure out which one Tengen is when you’re distracted as someone calls your name.

“There you are!” 

You turn to see your friend coming up to you, her boyfriend and your unwanted date following. 

“I thought we were supposed to do this together, but you ran off.” Your friend says, her gaze flickering to the man beside you. Kyojuro turned with you to face them but he’s quiet now, letting you choose how to respond. 

“Is the whole point of laser tag to not be seen?” You ask. “Besides, I made allies.”

“I can see that,” she says. “Are you ready to go?”

An arm settles itself over your shoulders before you can answer and you find yourself pulled slightly into a large body. You glance up, catching sight of white hair and ruby-coloured eyes that wink down at you. 

“I’m afraid we’re going to be stealing her,” the man holding you says. Tengen, you realize as you recognize the voice. 

“What?” Your friend looks alarmed, gaze going between the three of you as Kyojuro moves slightly closer. 

“My friend and yours made a bet,” Kyojuro says. “If Tengen made top rank, she would join us for dinner tonight.”

“Not only did I rank number one, but I broke a new record. Quite flashy, don’t you agree?” 

It takes a second for you to realize he’s talking to you. “Oh yeah, absolutely.” 

Your friend looks unimpressed at you but considering you didn’t want to be here in the first place and she surprised you into this faux double date, you’re not that bothered by it. 

“Sorry,” you say. “A bet’s a bet, right? Besides, we can have dinner another time.” You raise your eyebrows at her, daring her to protest. 

“We came here together,” she says slowly. “How will you get home?”

“We’ll drive her,” Tengen says. 

“We’ll make sure she gets home safely.” It sounds like a promise coming from Kyojuro. 

“I’ll be fine,” you tell her. “Don’t worry. I’ll text you, okay?”

She looks at you warily but nods. “Okay. Make sure you do.” She looks at the men on either side of you. “You better not hurt her or I swear to God…” 

“We won’t,” Kyojuro says. “Would you like to take a picture of us? Just in case.”

She looks as surprised at the offer as you are but she agrees. Kyojuro wraps an arm around your waist and smiles. You feel Tengen pose next to you but she takes what’s likely more than one picture. “Okay. If you murder her, I’ll find you.”

Tengen laughs. “Don’t worry, if she screams, it won’t be from murder.” 

You can see your friend’s boyfriend’s jaw drop at the blatant insinuation and your friend’s eyes widen before she grins at you. She moves forward and hugs you tightly before whispering, “Tell me everything tomorrow, okay?”

You laugh and wave her off, promising to contact her. You watch as they leave and Kyojuro slips away to say goodbye to their friends. Tengen doesn’t drop his arm since you haven’t shaken him off. Its weight is oddly comforting.

“You really didn’t want to go with them, did you?” Tengen asks. 

You look up at him. “No. I basically got tricked into a double date with her boyfriend's friend. It’s not the first time either and I already told her I wasn’t interested. Spending dinner with you two is a much more preferable choice, even if we did just meet.” 

He bends down slightly to get closer to you. “Well then, we’ll just have to make it worth your while, won’t we?” 

They take you to a restaurant that is within walking distance. The men walk on either side of you, drawing you into conversation and telling you about how they became friends. You can’t help but laugh as Tengen expresses the admiration he felt when he met Kyojuro, simply for how the man dealt with one of their abrasive friends Sanemi. You think you can see Kyojuro redden as Tengen teases but the conversation pauses as you reach the restaurant. It’s cute and busy. You don’t know how they manage it, but the men get you a booth. Once you agree, you find yourself encased between them again when you sit down. 

Despite the size of them and the way they seem to tower over you even sitting, you don’t feel diminished between them. They keep you engaged in conversation, asking questions about your life while sharing more about theirs. Kyojuro promises that his hair is completely natural and tells you it’s because his ancestors loved tempura. It makes you laugh. 

“You have a gorgeous laugh, angel,” Tengen says, leaning slightly so his lips are closer to your ear. 

“You think so?” You ask, turning slightly to grin at him. You’re still not entirely sure where their attraction was coming from, but you weren’t opposed to it. Especially since neither of them seemed bothered by the other. You wonder to yourself if they’ve done this before. 

“Definitely.” You see his eye glance down at your lips but before either of you can do more than look, the waitress comes back with your orders. 

“Here, try this.” 

You turn to Kyojuro who’s holding up a bite of his meal. He nods, moving it slightly closer but ultimately waiting for your response. You lean forward, meeting his eyes as you take a bite. He watches you carefully and you’re distracted from the weight of his stare by the taste of his meal. “Wow.”

“It’s delicious, right?” 

“It is!” You grin at him, gaze flicking down to his mouth before you meet his eyes again. Your breath hitches in your throat. He leans forward slowly, putting the utensil down. 

“May I kiss you?” he asks softly. 

You feel Tengen shift behind you. His chin rests slightly on your shoulder. “You should, angel,” Tengen says. “He’s a fantastic kisser.” Your mind goes blank slightly at the thought of how Tengen knows that but you nod. 

Kyojuro reaches over and touches your jaw slightly. Your eyes close as he gets close and his lips brush against yours gently. His kiss is soft at first, just testing the waters. Tengen pushes you slightly, pressing you closer to Kyojuro who opens his mouth and deepens the kiss. It’s easy to lose yourself in it, especially with the heat of Tengen at your back whose hand slides up your arm. 

When you break the kiss, you meet Kyojuro’s eyes. His pupils are blown wide and he grins at you. He darts forward, kissing you quickly again before he pulls back. “Like I said, delicious.” 

Tengen laughs behind you and you turn to face him better, wanting to make sure he wasn’t feeling left out. 

“Was I right?” he asks, nudging you slightly. 

“I might need some more convincing,” you tease, unwilling to give in that easily. 

Tengen just grins. “How about a comparison?” He bends down, capturing your lips with his. His palm is warm against the small of your back and you can feel Kyojuro’s thigh pressing against yours as Tengen takes control of the kiss. He kisses like he’s trying to get a rise out of you, as though he’s attempting to find out the exact way to make you moan against him. You break the kiss first, unwilling to forget where you are and end up embarrassing yourself. He looks at you like he knows. Tengen looks over your head at Kyojuro. “You were right, it’s delicious.”

Kyojuro laughs. 

Dinner ends with Tengen’s hand on your thigh, fingers curling on the inside, tapping out a beat in his mind that leaves you squirming slightly, wishing he went higher. You suspect that if you were in a skirt or dress, his hands would tease higher against your skin. Kyojuro keeps taking the chance to kiss you and winds his fingers between yours, holding your hand. They continue to check in, making sure that you’re comfortable with every action they take. You’re aware of some of the looks the three of you are getting, but both Tengen and Kyojuro don’t seem bothered by them and continue to distract you by asking questions and telling stories. 

“Come home with us?” Tengen asks after their refusal to let you chip in for dinner. The three of you are standing outside the restaurant. 

“You don’t have to,” Kyojuro says. “We can simply take you home, but we’ve enjoyed this and would like to continue. Only if you’re interested.” 

Tengen throws an arm over Kyojuro’s shoulders. “What do you say? Want to continue? See how flashy the night can get?” 

You look at the way they are completely at ease with each other, how there’s absolutely no pressure to say yes. Every single moment since you’ve met them, they’ve been careful to be mindful of what you want and ask if it was okay. You get the sense that if you said no, they’d stay true to their word and take you home with no hard feelings, numbers still exchanged. These men had made a shit situation a hell of a lot better and now were promising to make your night something to remember. 

You smile at them both. “Absolutely.” 

Kyojuro’s apartment is closest. 

You take Tengen’s car and Kyojuro sits in the back. Another step to make sure you feel comfortable, that you’re not just being carted off to one of their places. You text your friend on the way, telling her you’re going home with them. The encouragement your friend sends back makes you grin. You promise to check in with her later before locking your phone. 

“Everything alright?” Kyojuro asks, leaning forward between the seats. 

“Yeah,” you say, glancing between them both. “Have you two done this a lot?” You can’t help but ask. Especially with how comfortable they are with each other, with you kissing both of them. 

Tengen shrugs. “Kyo and I aren’t necessarily exclusive,” he says. “We both want more. There’s no shame in having more love to offer as long as everyone’s okay with it.”

“You are okay with it, aren’t you?” Kyojuro asks, sounding slightly hesitant. 

“I am,” you assure. “I just…I’ve never slept with two people at once. You might have to show me the ropes.”

“And here I thought we’d save the ropes for the next date,” Tengen says dryly.

You laugh. “The next date?”

“Sure,” he says. “We’ll just have to show you we’re worth it.”

“We like you,” Kyojuro grins at you. “Why wouldn’t we want to continue?”

“Maybe I’m terrible in bed?” you offer teasingly. 

Tengen glances at you. “We’re not.” 

They prove it too. 

Kyojuro’s apartment isn’t too large but it is instantly comforting with warm colours and tasteful decoration, even if it is a little sparse. Both men move through it with ease and Kyojuro offers you both a drink to help you get settled. The drink he hands you is unopened, and you sip at it before settling on the couch next to Tengen. 

Kyojuro settles in next to you and for a moment you bask in this strange sense of comfort and warmth between these two men. The two of them are talking, letting you take your time. You get the feeling that they’re just waiting until you let them know you’re ready for more. It’s so wholesome, especially considering they basically promised to fuck you senseless. You want to see if they live up to it. 

You lean forward, setting your drink down before you glance between them. Considering you’ve kissed Kyojuro the most so far, you turn towards Tengen.

He raises his eyebrows at you, smirking slightly as he waits. 

“Can I sit on you?” you ask, offering the same politeness that they’ve given you. Consent needs to be verbally enthusiastic after all. 

Tengen grins and nods, putting his drink down before he beckons you closer. His hands grip at your waist, helping lift you with ease. Your legs go to either side of his, allowing you to straddle him. You glance at Kyojuro who simply moves closer and watches. Tengen’s hand slips under your shirt, thumb stroking soft circles on the skin of the small of your back. “We’re not going to push you into anything, angel,” he says softly. “At least anything you don’t want.” 

“And if I want everything?” you ask, fiddling gently with his shirt. 

The hand not on your back tilts your face to look up at him. “Then ask.”

“I want you both,” you breathe, meeting his dark red eyes. “If you want me.”

“Of course we do,” Kyojuro says. “Since you bumped into me.”

“Since you shot me,” Tengen agrees. His hand slides to the back of your neck and he leans down to kiss you. If he kissed you with careful control in the restaurant, this was something else. It’s harder, more demanding and yet he seems to remember everything that made you hum against his lips. “Don’t hold back,” he whispers when he finally breaks the kiss, letting you breathe. 

“If it’s too much, let us know,” Kyojuro says before he leans forward and takes Tengen’s place. Kyojuro kisses hard, full of passion and desperation. He kisses you like he never wants to stop. You can’t help but whine when he pulls back. You rock forwards, feeling Tengen growing harder under you. 

“Now that’s a sight,” he says, eyes flickering between you two. “Beautiful.” 

Your breath hitches as he turns to Kyojuro and you suddenly witness them kiss. Whatever sight Tengen thought he saw with you and Kyojuro, it couldn’t come close to the sight of them. They kissed like they’ve done it a hundred times before and still couldn’t get enough of each other. You grind your hips lightly, searching for more friction and reach for Kyojuro’s hand. He grips your hand back, just as tight. 

Tengen’s hand presses harder against your back, helping to guide you in increasing your motions and he groans against Kyojuro’s mouth. 

“Fuck,” you mutter. 

Kyojuro laughs, pulling away to look at you. “Enjoying it?”

“You’re both just so pretty,” you admit. 

Tengen laughs. “Come now, you’re wearing too much.” His gaze darts to Kyojuro. “Both of you are.” 

It’s easy to give in. You grab the end of your shirt and drag it up over your head. You throw it to the side, completely unaware as both the men look at you. Their gazes are heated, Kyojuro’s tongue darting out to lick his lips. You think he does it unconsciously but your stomach flutters with pride and confidence at their expressions and you quickly take off your bra too. 

Tengen’s hand is large and warm, the calluses on his fingers and palm scrape against your skin as he drags his hand up your side. You shiver at the feeling, only to be distracted as Kyojuro kisses you again. 

It’s almost overwhelming. The strength of Tengen’s thighs under you, the feeling of his hands dancing a pattern you can’t focus on over your skin while Kyojuro sucks marks on your shoulder. Tengen kisses you again and you feel Kyojuro’s hand go from your thigh to his. 

“We need more space,” Tengen mutters. “Hold on, princess.” He lifts you, ignoring the sound you make at the loss of him until he places you in Kyojuro’s lap. Kyojuro, for his part, grins widely at you, pulling you closer before kissing you again. You dig your hands into his hair, kissing him back just as hard. 

“Bedroom,” Tengen says, offering a hand. Kyojuro hikes you closer before he stands, one arm under your ass. You wrap your legs around him but he doesn’t seem to struggle in the slightest in carrying you. Tengen leads you both down a hall. Or somewhere. You’re not entirely paying attention, too busy sucking your own mark into Kyojuro’s neck. His grip tightens against you. 

Kyojuro releases you, letting you gently fall against the bed. Tengen moves in, drawing you towards him as he kneels on the bed. You move to follow, pausing only to undo your pants once you notice he’s naked. You motion for him to wait as you lie back to shimmy out of them. He hooks a finger on the edge, helping you. Kyojuro grabs the ends, pulling them towards him. He’s already naked as well, taking the chance when you were distracted by Tengen. 

Your mouth goes dry as you take in their muscles. You knew they were strong but it’s different seeing them like this. “Wow.”

“I think we’re the ones who should be saying that,” Kyojuro says. “Don’t you agree, Tengen?”

“I’m lucky either way,” the other man admits. You turn back to him. He’s sitting back on his heels, watching you both. “Come here,” he beckons you closer like he did before. You move towards him, aware of the bed dipping behind you. Tengen pulls you into him, kissing you softly as his hands slide across your skin. They go up your thighs, following the dip of your hips and waist before cupping your breasts gently. “So pretty,” he murmurs. 

Kyojuro moves behind you, kissing the spot where your neck meets your shoulder. You lean back against him, smiling at the warmth of the men that seeps into you. You move one of your hands over your shoulder, digging back into Kyojuro’s hair. He groans as you grip it, hands tightening at your waist. You drape your other one over Tengen’s shoulder, stroking the skin softly as his mouth lowers to encase one of your nipples. 

You lose yourself in the sensations the men cause. One of Kyojuro’s hands slips between your legs, pressing in and stroking gently. 

“So wet already,” he tells Tengen. He presses in further and you shift to give him more room. He finds your clit with surprising ease and you feel yourself arch into it. It helps push you closer to Tengen who is lavishing your chest with attention, gently biting and sucking hard to leave his mark. 

You groan when Kyojuro removes his fingers, sucking them into his mouth. How are you supposed to survive this? Especially when he swipes them back between your legs before offering them to Tengen who takes them without hesitation. Kyojuro leans forward over you, kissing Tengen. The thought that they can both taste you on their lips is hotter than you ever realized it would be. Your hands move, mapping out the crevices and dips of their muscles, absent-mindedly wondering how you got this lucky. You don’t question it though, instead, once they stop kissing, you motion for them to give you some space. 

They both instantly apologize if they squished you.

“What a way to go,” you muse, smiling as they laugh. Tengen reaches over to pinch you and you jolt back, sticking out your tongue. 

“I want to taste you,” you say. You move closer, bending down slightly. You reach for Kyojuro, fingers wrapping around his cock and watching as his eyes flutter closed at the feeling. You lick at Tengen’s, using your other hand to hold him. It takes a bit to find a rhythm and neither man seems to mind as you go back and forth, taking your time to try to take in as much of each of them as you can. 

Tengen’s hand rests on the back of your neck, oddly comforting as you suck him. Kyojuro’s hand joins yours, stroking what bits you can’t reach. Tengen groans, praising you both for making him feel so good. “You take us so well, angel,” he tells you. 

Kyojuro is louder in his moans when you use your mouth, holding himself steady on Tengen as you lick and suck. These two powerful men crumble under your mouth. You’ve never felt so powerful, or so desirable with the way they look at you. 

“Please, sweet thing,” Kyojuro begs, “let me take care of you too.” 

He begs so prettily, and you think Tengen agrees with how he watches you both. You nod and Kyojuro motions for you to turn your attention back to the other man. You feel him move behind you as you go back to trying to take as much of Tengen’s cock in your mouth as you can. Kyojuro’s hands settle on your hips before he presses a warm palm to the small of your back, guiding you to rest on your hands as well as your knees. You lean back towards him automatically. 

You hum against Tengen as you feel Kyojuro’s fingers first. They press in, slowly stretching you as he adds one then two. 

“Fuck,” you hear Tengen. 

“She’s so tight,” Kyojuro says. “I don’t want to hurt her.” 

“You won’t,” Tengen replies. 

Kyojuro presses another finger in and you falter in your efforts, mouth releasing Tengen so you can gasp at the intrusion. It feels so good and yet not enough. 

“Please, please, please,” you beg. “More.”

“Well,” Tengen says. “You heard her.” 

You don’t look up at the sounds of someone’s fingers being sucked clean, already knowing what you’d find and take the chance to catch your breath. It doesn’t last long, not when you can feel Kyojuro finally press against you. It takes a second for him to angle himself properly before he’s pushing in and all you can do is moan at the feeling. 

Fingers tilt your head up and you look to see Tengen smiling down at you. “Alright?” he asks. 

“Yeah,” you agree. 

He bends down to kiss you and you can taste yourself on his lips. Kyojuro takes the chance to withdraw just enough before thrusting back. 

“Come on, princess,” Tengen says softly. “Think you can finish me off?” 

You don’t bother replying, instead taking his cock back in your mouth. You’ve never been this full. Not like this. The men easily find a rhythm, and you let yourself move with it. The room fills with the sounds and smells of sex, soft moans and groans as you all get closer. Tengen hits his release first, withdrawing and cumming across your back. That’s going to be hell to clean but the thought is lost when you feel Kyojuro’s pace quicken. Your arms collapse under you and you try to hold yourself up on your elbows. You think someone swipes at the display he left, someone else moaning with their mouth full. Then Tengen shifts, lying next to you and propping himself up on an elbow. He seems enraptured by the sight of you and Kyojuro. 

You are so close to the edge, to your release when Kyojuro stops. You nearly whine in frustration but it doesn’t last long. You’re flipped onto your back, resting next to Tengen still while Kyojuro slips back between your legs. 

Tengen kisses you as Kyojuro lifts your legs, resting them on his forearms before he thrusts forward again. Tengen’s hand slides down your chest, pausing to squeeze one of your breasts again before his fingers find their way between you and Kyojuro. He presses against your clit, moving in tandem with the man fucking you and you break. 

Tengen breaks the kiss, letting you cry out with your release as his mouth moves lower, They don’t stop though. Your orgasm extends with their movements and before you can even fully catch your breath, you tumble head-first into another. 

Someone swears. 

Kyojuro pulls out just in time to cum across your stomach and all three of you seem to pause, regaining your senses. Kyojuro collapses on the best next to you and for a moment, all you can do is laugh. 

Both men have enough energy to look at each other over you and you wave them off before they can question it.

“Sorry,” you say. “That was just…the most intense thing I’ve ever experienced.” 

“Told you it’d be flashy,” Tengen says, sounding as confident as ever. Not that it was a surprise. The man deserved it and could clearly back it up. You were going to be sore tomorrow. 

“You were right,” you agree. 

“Let’s clean you up,” he says. “I’ll run a bath.” 

“A bath?” All you wanted to do was clean up and sleep. 

“It’s big enough,” Kyojuro says. He sounds about as awake as you feel. “It’ll help so you won’t be sore later when we go again.”

“Again?” You glance between these men, wondering where they get the stamina. Tengen just laughs. 

“Of course. You didn’t think we were done, did you?”

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Mommy - Mitsuri Kanroji

cw: mommy kink, lactation kink (but no actual lactation), mommy!mitsuri

After she'd shown you so much comfort, you'd let the name slip accidentally, but Mitsuri had enjoyed it.

minors+ageless dni. 1.3k words

Mitsuri loved you dearly. Those around you had been aware of your relationship before you'd been able to tell anyone, for the woman wore her heart on her sleeve, and had been unable to keep her hands from the gentle touches they'd take. She'd shower you in kisses even if it had been inappropriate timing - simply getting excited at the mention of your name, jumping in excitement when she'd seen you from across the room. 

She comforted you well, too. If tears had spilled down your cheeks, she'd wipe them away, replacing the streaks with her lips, cupping your face between her hands, forcing you to watch her as she expressed her deepest affections to you. Around Mitsuri, you couldn't be sad, for she had cared so deeply and gone so far as to show you just how much you'd meant to her. She would never have you feel alone in this world again. 

Today had been mentally exhausting. Even when you'd finally traipsed through the screen door and gone to lay on the couch, forgetting to take a moment to remove shoes, or unloop the katana from your waist, simply closing your eyes. 

But, through the darkness, the moments you'd witnessed had simply replayed through your mind. The demon you'd fought, the lives lost before you'd arrived, all piling up to reap havoc in your mind, forcing you awake and wide eyed as you'd been set in place, unable to move from fatigue, yet unable to find slumber through the pictures filed away in your head, brain flicking through moments you'd rather forget. 

Tears spilled down your cheek, a sob from your lips, aching arms lifting to place dirtied hands to your face as you'd been unable to hold back the emotions you'd felt become you. Small trembles under tired skin, wails turning to hums after only a minute, for your throat had been so dry. Through the sea of intensity, a pair of hands found their way to your shoulders, a weight residing beside your crumpled body, dip in the cushion. Mitsuri had been woken by you, but she hadn't minded. Watching through tired eyes, she comforted you with delicate caresses, squeezing your arms and massaging the swollen tissue in your legs, knowing this was something you'd have to let out. 

After you'd fallen asleep, she'd began to draw a bath, steaming water filling the wooden tub, a few liquids added into the mix for scent. You slept as she undressed you, though she'd had to wake you to bring you to the water. 

Sluggishly, you followed your lover through to the washroom, shaking as you'd dipped a foot into the hot water, a warmth enveloping you as you'd sank down, eyes closed. You'd mumbled out a thank you to her, though it had been so quiet, you hadn't been so sure she'd heard. There was rustling beside you while you'd laid back, still water beginning to wave as an extra body was added. Mitsuri maneuvered you, leaning you forward and slipping between your back and the tub, bringing you to lay your aching back to her chest. Head just above water, your hands squeezed the calves intertwined with your body, while hers had come to meet your shoulders, massaging the tense tissue with firm hands. 

"Thank you, love." You'd whispered, voice hoarse from the cries you'd let ring from your chest hours before. She hummed, placing a kiss atop your head while she'd continued to relieve the build up of cramps under the skin. You accepted the gesture, she was always so keen to make you feel better. 

Her hands worked lower, coming to your chest. She rolled over the skin with her fingertips, working down to the perky fat that had resided just below, taking both breasts into her hands to work them, earning a groan from you. You'd felt the knotting sensation in your stomach as she worked over you, back arching to press against her grip. She giggled, playing with you more, dragging fingers down further to rest at your stomach. You were at bliss with her, basking in the serene silence of the room, feeling your lover's touch. 

A short while had passed before she was pushing you up, helping you climb over the wooden surround to drain the bath, water cooled significantly as the pair of you had resided within it. She smiled, reaching out a hand to pull you into the bedroom, wiping over your body with a fresh towel. The sheets warmed you once more, her body back beside you while you'd watched her face as she'd leaned forward, a kiss on your cheeks. Green eyes glistened in the candle light, boring into your soul as she'd told you how she'd loved you. You'd been tired, but staying awake to spend the time with her; mindlessly letting the name slip from your lips.  "Love you too, mommy." 

She'd laughed as your face heated up in embarrassment, mouth agape while trying to apoligize, but when her hand intertwined with the hair damply framing your cheek, breath tickling your face as she inched closer, you'd realised that Mitsuri hadn't minded.  "Want me to be your mommy?" She giggled, a sloppy kiss being taken from your lips, hand falling to cup at your bare tits, moving down to swipe across your slit. You'd hummed against her, a little shocked at the movements, but entertaining the idea. Nodding, you'd spread your legs for her to access you, Mitsuri's middle finger tracing down the folds, pushing into your hole to take some of the pooling arousal, rubbing it to your clit. 

"Fuck-" You sighed, head pushing back into the pillow under you as she touched you with such ease. The arm she'd had situated beneath your head pushed you to roll it toward her, pushing her breasts to fall in front  of you, hardened nipple at your mouth.  "Gonna drink from me, baby?" She questioned so casually, pressing the bud to your lips. You moaned, taking it into your mouth and sucking upon her as she'd rubbed your slick, wetness pouring from you as you'd hummed against her chest, her sweet moans filling your ears as she'd rocked her hips over your spread thigh, caging it between her own. You could feel her juices coating the bare skin, her folds so vivid in your brain as you'd felt each curve of her hum against you. 

She rubbed your clit a little faster while her hips had stuttered on you in frantic movements, watching as you'd suckled upon her as if you'd really been drinking from her. It wasn't something the pair of you had so much as discussed before, but her biggest trait had been her giving and caring nature - it was only natural she'd wanted to nurture the woman she'd held to dearly. Making you feel good was her favourite thing to do, and with the clenching between her legs, she'd realised how the pair of you had been missing out on such a sensation. 

"Do you love mommy's fingers?" She questioned through her own moans, and you'd nodded against her breast, vibration of your agreement radiating over the nipple. She whined, pushing her chest forward more, back arching. You'd ground into her hand, humping over her fingers as you'd been overcome by pleasure. 

"Wanna cum with mommy?" She'd questioned between clenched teeth, eyes watering as she'd felt her orgasm approaching so quickly.  "Y-yes mommy." You'd known the name would push her over - and it had. 

The wetness coating your leg slipped further as she'd humped over you with more vigor, wider thrusts as she'd wailed out, stomach squeezing. You'd cried out, too, focusing on how you could feel her cream over your skin, her cunt so desperately finding solace on you as she'd rode out the high. You clenched around air, stuttering hips rubbing over her fingers, finally feeling yourself come undone. 

[cosmicn3ptune]

Hi!! Only if you could and if it's not too much ask, could i request the hashiras x hashira reader who sees them as an older sibling?? (In the case of Muichiro seeing reader as an older sibling) Please and i hope you are having a great day!! ♡

Of course! That’s super cute!!

Platonic: Muichiro Tokito x GN! Reader :

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-Reader is the Ice Hashira-

: The sweltering air accompanied by the blaring rays of the sun makes [NAME]’s entire body slick with sweat. They wipe a tired hand across their forehead and reach back at their wooden sword, preparing to continue their daily training session. As the ice Pillar [NAME] never was the type to thrive in heat and on a scorching summer day like this, they couldn’t help but feel like they were dying.

Before [NAME] can return to their vigorous training they feel a gentle tap on their exposed shoulder. They swiftly turned around with speed only a Hashira could manage, worried as they were the only person there. At least they thought.

“You looked tired so I brought you some water, sib.” Pale and usually emotionless eyes peer up at you, though this time they seemed to be filled with admiration. Ah, the young and ever so powerful mist Pillar, Tokito Muichiro. His lips curve into a smile as he stares at you with curiosity.

[NAME] can’t tell if it’s just the headache the heat gave them, or did Muichiro call them “Sib?” Despite knowing that Muichiro could and would bite their hand off, [NAME] settled a tender hand on the top of Muichiro’s head and caressed it gingerly. They grinned as Muichiro eased into the head pat, shutting his eyes and leaning against their arm.

“Thanks Mui! I really thought I was going to die of dehydration there, I forgot to bring my own water!” [NAME] sheepishly admits, chuckling at their mistake. Muichiro places a gourd filled with fresh water in your hands before glancing up at you in confusion.

“Sib, what’s dehydration again? I forgot.” Muichiro’s eyes narrow with obvious uncertainty. You nearly choke when you realize Muichiro is in fact calling you “sib.” Despite your surprise, you smile and sigh.

“Dehydration is when you don’t drink enough and you’re losing more liquid and fluids then you’re taking in. It can make you hurt so please remember to drink lots of water, okay?” [NAME] explains to Muichiro and silently laughs at his amusing art of forgetting everything.

“Oh. Okay I will!” Muichiro promises, his face lighting up in a way you’ve never seen before. It’s actually quite strange seeing so much emotion on his face at once. You pat your new little brother on the shoulder. “[NAME] and Muichiro Tokito, the unstoppable siblings.” You smile at your new title. It has a nice ring to it.

Before running off to do whatever sort of strange thing he does in his freetime, Muichiro turns around once more and waves excitedly.

“Bye sib!”

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Hope you enjoyed Sunshines <3 If I'm going to be honest Muichiro is one of my favorite Hashira, which is weird because I've only written him twice. I hope to write more of him in the future. Also sorry about the "sib" nickname I struggled to find a gender neutral sibling term aha. Anyways have a lovely day !!

[imagineanime2022]

Water Hashira's Protector

Giyu Tomiyoka X Reader

Word Count: 767

Requested: Anon

Request: Tomioka Giyuu from demon slayer x s/o reader who's serious and chill like him but he's always hugging on to Giyuu, wrapping an arm around his waist, and defending him from the other Hashira?

You had been friends with Giyu since you were young, he’d always been the quiet type and it became apparent to you that he wasn’t as socially smart as you'd first think so you made it your job to look after him when he needed it. You trained with him and passed the exam the same as him, at the time the position of Hashira was offered to both of you under the guise that you would both fight for it but you gave to him instead, you had never really wanted the position in the first place. When it came down to it you could have been whatever you wanted, you just decided to follow Giyu into the life of a demon slayer, well more aptly you decided to follow Giyu.

You were a little more aggressive than Giyu where he’s described as the gentle flow of a river, you're probably the turbulent undercurrent, they are lured in by Giyu and taken out by you. That’s not to say that Giyu isn’t good at what he does because he is but that was only when it came to demons, when humans were the ones that insulted or attacked him he became a little more reserved.

The Hashira were the worst for this, they all seemed to gang up on him or just talk behind his back so that was when you turned your anger on them, you could hold your own against them in a fight and they all seemed to forget that but you never did.

It was yet another meeting that the master had allowed you to attend due to the unique way that you and Giyu operated, the meeting itself went by without any issues but it was what happened after that caused issue, as they gathered together in a group while Giyu stood off to the otherside. “Hey Giyu!” Sanemi called over, you glanced at him out of the side of your eye but didn’t move from your place draped over him, your arm wrapped around his waist while your chin rested on your shoulder. “Yes?” He asked. “What’s with the weird fashion sense?” He asked, you tensed immediately, as your head snapped towards him. “Mind your own business.” You ordered as you looked at him. “How dare you-!?” “Don’t forget that I have the same chance of ending you as you do ending me.” You reminded him. “You think?” He asked drawing his sword. “Are you seriously violating the master's rules in his own home?” You asked detaching yourself from Giyu to step in front of him instead. “(Y/N) stop.” Giyu ordered tugging at your sleeve. “I’ll stop when he puts the sword away.” You promised. “Sanemi, is this necessary?” Shinbu asked. “These two need to be taught a lesson!” He pointed the sword inches from your face, you lifted your hand knocking the sword away from your face. “You really need a sword to do that?” You asked, he grit his teeth and stepped closer finally sheathing the sword. “Just wait until there’s no one around to protect you.” He said. “Until next time Wind Hashira.” You bowed before turning away from him.

Later that evening you were sitting with Giyu, you were eating “why do you do that?” He asked suddenly. “What?” You asked looking at your food and then touching your face to see if there was something on your face. “Fight everyone.” He added and your eyes widened in realisation as you looked at him and shrugged. “I want to protect you, you're my boyfriend after all, I’m not just going to stand there and listen to them question you about something that is close to your heart, you shouldn’t have to tell them if you don’t want to.” You explained. “What if I did?” He asked. “Did you?” You asked. “I…” “You want to tell them because you think that they will like you better but that’s not the case, I promise you if you told that story it would not change anything, just promise me if you decide to tell them about that or anything else you do it because you trust them rather than you want them to like you.” You pleaded. “I don’t need them to like me when I have you.” He said and you leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Good then eat up I’m sure they’ll send us out soon.” You reminded him and he nodded going back to his food as you looked at the sky waiting for the crows to call you to action.

Request Here!!

[malachiexists13]

CHARACTER/S: Giyuu Tomioka [He/Him] x Yuutsu (OC) [She/Her] PROMPT/GENRE: Protecting Someone/Love Confession ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP: Acquaintances/Mutual Pining REQUESTED BY: @nunezs-stuff WORD COUNT: 700+ //TW: - Description of Violence; Sanemi being Sanemi (rude/projecting onto others); Cussing;

DISCLAIMER: This was written by a minor, someone under the age of 18. If that makes you uncomfortable, please DNI and keep scrolling.

NOTES: Part 2 to Depths of Disparity. I don’t usually do part 2s for my oneshots but this seemed interesting enough to write. I probably won’t write a part 3 though. Same situation as before, Yuutsu does not belong to me and these characters are probably a bit out-of-character but oh well. Also I didn’t know whether Yuutsu is supposed to be a Hashira but in this, she’s not written as one. Sorry if she was supposed to be–

SUMMARY: Yuutsu, a gentle and sweet looking girl. But not even she would stand idly when someone insulted the one she loved. Even if that someone was the second strongest of the Demon Slayer Corp.

PREVIOUS PART: Depths of Disparity

AO3: Unfiltered Honesty

Sanemi Shinazugawa; the Wind Hashira was a man of excellent skill and strength but poor temper. He was quick to think the worst of others and his fellow Hashira were no exception, especially the Water Hashira, Giyuu Tomioka. It had slowly become routine by this point. Shinazugawa hated how quiet Tomioka was, and how he rarely interacted with others. He often antagonized the man, calling him arrogant and accusing him of having a superiority complex… All because Tomioka claimed to be ‘different’ from the other Hashira. A poor temper, indeed. 

It was something that Tomioka tried to ignore. After all, it was completely useless to argue with someone who had already made up their mind about something. And, a part of Tomioka believed it was better if Sanemi hated him as much as he acted. But it would seem today was no different. 

Ubuyashiki-sama had decided to send both Tomioka and Shinazugawa out on a mission. A disaster waiting to happen, really. Shinazugawa was less than pleased to be informed that out of all the Hashira to be sent on a mission with, it was with Tomioka. “Ugh, this is awful…” the Wind Hashira groaned as they stood outside Headquarters. Tomioka stood awkwardly off to the side, choosing to stay silent. But that didn’t stop Shinazugawa from directing his anger towards him. “I mean, seriously? I have to be sent on a mission with you of all people?” 

“It’s disrespectful, that’s what it is. And–” Shinazugawa continued on, ranting and raving about how much he didn’t want to do this. But Tomioka slowly tuned him out, having noticed Yuutsu off in the distance. She was walking along the path with her umbrella in hand, seemingly to enjoy the scenery. Everything around Tomioka seemed to freeze as he watched her, completely entranced by her and her alone. But the daydream didn’t last long. 

Tomioka was roughly dragged from it; Shinazugawa had grabbed onto the collar of his uniform as he glared at him, “Are you even fucking listening to me?! What’s got you so distracted– oh,” Shinazugawa looked over his shoulder and spotted Yuutsu. “Her? You’re actually into that dumb and naive girl? Pfft– she may be stupid, Tomioka, but she’d never love a pathetic and arrogant ass like you. Get that into your thick skull.” 

An awkward silence filtered into the air. Tomioka said nothing. What could he say? He could argue that Yuutsu wasn’t stupid, that she wasn’t dumb or naive. …But everything else Shinazugawa had said was true, wasn’t it? “Hey! Do you really have nothing to say for yourself?! You–” “Shinazugawa-san, I suggest you take your hand off him.” Both men blinked in surprise; neither had even noticed Yuutsu approaching them. But there she stood, staring at Shinazugawa expectantly. Tomioka had never noticed how… little emotion her eyes carried. 

“And? It’s none of your business. It’s a matter between Hashira, so scram.” Shinazugawa glared at her, but she didn’t falter. Instead, Yuutsu grasped Shinazugawa’s wrist, her grip tightening as she harshly yanked his hand off of Tomioka– a crack sounding subtly yet noticeable by the look of pain on Shinazugawa’s face. Tomioka’s gaze widened– had Yuutsu just broken Shinazugawa’s wrist? 

That’s when he noticed the intense anger in her eyes as she stared down the Wind Hashira, still holding tight to his wrist as her tone lowered– “Call me dumb, stupid, naive, whatever–! But you will not insult the person I love.” Shinazugawa yanked his hand away and held his wrist, “Fuckin’ psycho… Fine! He’s your problem now,” Without waiting for a response, Shinazugawa walked off, leaving Yuutsu and Tomioka. 

Tomioka stood frozen in place. Was he afraid or in awe? He couldn’t tell… The girl he loved so deeply had just defended him but also broke the wrist of the second strongest Hashira, not only that but she had also admitted to loving him, too. The feeling of joy that welled up in his chest– a feeling near-unfamiliar… One he did not deserve to indulge– no, he couldn’t– “I apologize for scaring you, my love, but–” Yuutsu’s gentle voice broke Tomioka from his reverie. She stood before him, umbrella in one hand and the other held out towards him. 

“Please stand under the umbrella, it looks like it’s going to rain.” Tomioka blinked, then looked up at the slowly darkening sky before looking back to Yuutsu. He hesitantly took her hand in his, giving a small smile as he moved to stand beside her. Perhaps… Perhaps indulging just this once would be okay.

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[akariamai]

Save a Life

Sabito x OC

Word Count: 2050

The warmth of the golden hues of the sun shimmered luminously towards the trees overcasting the village below. Hints of sunlight seeped through its dense leaves, creating a sort of display of light as the breeze swayed them from side to side. The village, brought back to life the instant the sun gleamed its first rays, became occupied with busy bodies. The wisteria incense scattered throughout the village burned its last ember, marking another day of the village’s survival. The atmosphere surrounding the village appeared to have brought a sigh of relief, its occupants alive and well within its embrace.

The children lined up, holding a vast array of wooden weapons, each differing in structure and use, following behind the local retired demon slayer, Rina Suzuki. Her time in the corps was not extravagant or lackluster. She had come to face monsters of various sizes and a plethora of death and gore. Her body, once-smooth body now bore a vivid display of the challenges she had overcome. It became a testament to the horrors she had endured and constant reminder of her unwavering strength. The children, and perhaps some of the adults, perceived her scars in awe.

Rina, with the children in tow, arrived at the clearing and began to train like her training as a Demon Slayer. No more did she want to see the death of another child. No more did she want children to suffer at the hands of demons. The children before her bore various looks of determination. Their spirits yearned to learn the way of battle and hopefully become victorious if the occasion presented itself.

But in the crowd of children, there was one who stirred a storm of emotions within her heart, her own daughter, who bore the same naive expression she once wore herself. The others ached to protect the village from unforeseen danger but not her daughter. Her daughter strove to walk the same path she once had. To protect, not only the village but humanity in its entirety. The storm intensified whenever the thought of her daughter’s body mangled beyond recognition tormented her mind.

Kaori Suzuki resembled the undeveloped and inexperienced version of her mother. They shared the same ambitious glint in their eyes amidst the heat of battle and a softness only seen by those precious to them. Kaori felt an invisible string tug ever so gently towards the path her mother and father once pursued. It felt silly to entertain the idea of following the imaginary strand but as she heard more stories of the devastation left in the wake of demons and learned the ways of the katana, she realized the string was luring her to her purpose. She would walk in her parents’ footsteps and sustain a world without demons.

As the children vigilantly piled their weapons in a particular manner, they went ahead to stretch their limbs and prepare their growing bodies. Rina’s instructions were deliberate and precise. Her teachings differed from child to child. She recognized the strengths and weaknesses of each child and constructed a personal routine for every single one.

Kaori approached her mother with great hesitance, a deed Rina did not overlook, and began her rehearsed speech, “I want to be a master of the sword. I want to defend humanity from demons and end the endless suffering caused by their kindness. I want to follow in your footsteps and walk the path you have chosen. I have learned Flower Breathing and completed my training in its entirety. I would like to take the Final Selection with your blessing.”

Rina stared at her daughter in wonder. If felt as if the years slipped by without her notice. Her daughter stood before her requesting for her blessing to leave the village she knows to fight demons. Her shoulders falter slightly before a tender smile appears from her lips. “Oh, how you have grown. You’re not so little anymore.” Her arms reach out for her daughter, an embrace of epiphany and dread, clinging to the hope of seeing her again. “You have my blessing.”

The hesitation Kaori once held disappeared within her mother’s warm embrace. The fear she felt disintegrated the moment her mother approved of her decision.  She muttered a quiet, “Thank you,” as her mother carefully stroked her hair.

“Promise me you’ll come back.” There was a tender and childlike inflection within her voice. There were dangers in vowing to return safely. The imminent threat of death loomed over the unsaid promise. Rina knew in the depths of her bleeding heart the promise would be fruitless but still requested it to be made.

“I-” Kaori began, “I wish I could, but I can’t. I promise I’ll try my best to come back. I promise I’ll do everything in my power to make it back to you.” She prayed her promise was good enough to lessen the worry radiating out of her mother.

“My beautiful daughter I’m so proud of you. Take you katana.” She gently placed a kiss onto her daughter’s forehead, “Stay safe.” A silent goodbye was shared between the two. As they separated. The Final Selection was a week away and Kaori needed to leave soon to make it to the site. Rina tried to ingrain as much detail of her daughter’s appearance as possible, not knowing Kaori was doing the same.

“Suzuki-sama, we’re finished with our warmups.” The voice of Mitsuoki Keita called out, acting as a warning as the children grew nearer towards the heartfelt moment. Rina nodded before sneaking one last glance at her daughter before resuming training.

Kaori strode towards her best friend, Ayumi Shimizu, who held out a week’s worth of food and her mother’s katana. “Come back to us. We’ll be waiting for you.” The two friends shared a brief embrace before Kaori left for Mount Fujikasane.

The trip to Mount Fujikasane was uneventful. The bentos Ayumi made were brimming with rice, slice of braised pork belly, and tamagoyaki. The food filled her with a warmth she had longed for since she left home. From the distance, Kaori could see the bloom of the wisteria and hurried along to reach the shrine.

There must’ve been at least twenty candidates, buzzing with jitteriness, waiting for the exam to commence. Kaori dedicated time to find potential talent. Each contestant, if able to overcome the rigorous demands of the exam, will become a demon slayer. They shall become the new generation to fight the prolonged war against ravenous demons. Standing side by side with Kaori in their attempts to rid the world of such monsters.

Two figures, one marinated with immense power and the other radiating with untapped potential, captured her gaze. They both wore white warding masks adorned with distinct designs, in the shape of foxes.

“Everyone.” The voice of a woman brought pause to the tension that grew in the atmosphere as day turned to night. Her mere presence seemed to possess the attention of all the attendees. “Thank you for coming here tonight to the Demon Slayer Final Selection. There are demons imprisoned here on Mt. Fujikasane, captured alive by the Demon Slayer swordsmen, and unable to leave. That is because wisteria, which demons hate so much, blooms year-round from the bottom to halfway up the mountain. However, there is no wisteria from this point on, and so demons abound. You need to survive here for seven days to pass the Final Selection. I pray for your safety and success.” She ended with a slight bow as everyone rushed forward, the anticipation that had been present since the beginning surged back with a fury, and a sense of uneasiness gripped those who were uncertain of their decisions.

Kaori sprinted to the east side of the mountain as demons were helpless against the warm touch of the sun. Many pathetic attempts to catch her off guard occurred made her internally scoff. Demons would fight amongst one another, claiming her as their meal, leaving themselves open to her mother’s katana. She would swiftly make due with the opportunity and behead them. The distinction between the nights and days faded into one another seamlessly. She was tirelessly beheading demons left and right in attempts of becoming a demon slayer and returning home.

The last night before dawn was the most active. The demons, the ones who’ve survived their first bunch of the Final Selection, concluded tonight would be their last chance to feast on human flesh before the upcoming drought. Their attacks became more animistic. Their movements lacking in humanity as the time of feasting gradually slipped away.

A rancid odor, so foul, it troubled her stomach as it masked over the forest like a blanket. It reeked of decomposing bodies as she sensed an overpowering aura. The others did not yield such a scent nor convey such a presence. This demon was different. It was devastatingly more powerful. The horrendous number of participants it must’ve eaten during its time trapped on the mountain. Someone needed to put an end to its rein of terror.

Kami, give me strength. She rushed towards the origin of the stench, her mother’s katana at her side, preparing to slay one of the more formidable demons on the mountain. Slaying the demon responsible for the deaths of many and possibly prevent the generations to come to fall by its hand.

The ground rumbled the closer she got to the demon. It was aggressively combating someone, giggling in attempts to taunt them with its previous murders, as its body reverberated. Its sick and twisted mind found entertainment in it all.

The person, filled with anger and hatred towards the demon, fought with bravery and honor. They expertly avoided the demon’s attack. Gradually approaching the demon’s head, ready to rid the demon of this lifetime, the blade collided with its neck. Instead of decapitating the head, the blade shattered, leaving the aspiring demon slayer powerless and vulnerable.

Kaori took a deep breath, hand gripping onto her mother’s katana, praying to be able to save a life. Flower Breathing! Second Form: Blossom Step! Power surged throughout her legs and arms. A trail of petals follow behind her as she bolts towards the demon’s arm, reaching out to crush the person’s head, ultimately failing as its arm fell pathetically onto the ground.

The demon couldn’t catch a breath before another attack was made against it. Its eyes could not follow Kaori. She was merely a blur with petals following her wake. Panic encompassed its being. Never before had it felt such fear. It was suffocating; the idea of death poised for its arrival. The demon could not comprehend the excruciating pain that came after. Its head separated from its body. Kaori, now standing before its disintegrating body, felt nothing but pity for the person who once was.

Dammit! Dammit! Dammit! My body is crumbling and disappearing. I can’t stop it.  Dammit... To think that the face of this Demon Slayer will be the last thing I’ll ever see... I didn’t even kill the other brat. Anger washed away as forgotten memories bubbled into the forefront of its mind. The demon wished for its loved one, his older brother, to hold its hand as death accepted it into the afterlife.

Kaori turned towards the person she had saved, “Are you alright?” They had narrowly escaped the clutches of death itself. She realized the person she had saved was a boy around her age. His most prominent feature was his grayish lavender eyes. They were kind.

“I’m alright, but my blade isn’t.” His cheeks burned red upon his fair skin. As a man, he should’ve been able to handle it all on his own. The need to be saved was soul-crushing to his masculinity. He would need to train harder, rectify his lack of strength. It almost cost him his life. “Thank you.”

She acknowledged his gratitude with a nod, “Glad to have made it in time.” She was almost too late. His head almost crushed by the demon. She was lucky her mother’s blade was durable enough to have slice through.

The sun began to rise as they both made their way back to the shrine. They had survived the seven days needed to pass the final selection.

“I’m Sabito, by the way.”

She smiled, “Kaori.”

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