derelict-life

[xxlady-lunaxx]

i'm so bad at endings please dont talk about that also i only read through this once word count: aprox. 3.8k! cw: spoilers(?), character death.. alive sabito AU !,, sabigiyuu

title;; Us Against the World

Urokodaki had always said that one of the worst liabilities someone could have in battle was having someone the demons could threaten, causing their overall decisions to be made recklessly, costing them precious time. Of course, never yet experiencing this before, neither Sabito nor Giyuu took him as seriously as they should've. But they still made a promise to each other, just in case it did happen. They planned to always stick together after passing Final Selection. It was always going to be them against the world, they swore.

"If you get kidnapped, or me, the other person has to ignore the instinct to save the other and the first other has to..." Giyuu paused, frowning. "No, that's confusing."

Sabito laughed. "If I get captured, you can't try to save me unless it's your only choice. Same thing the other way around," he added.

Giyuu nodded. "Yeah. Or if one of us turns into a demon, we have to kill the demon. I mean us. Whoever's the demon," he clarified.

Despite the lightness of their tones, Urokodaki watched with a frown behind his mask. He knew, from personal experience, that this was not anything to be smiling about. He hoped dearly they never came across either of the situations, wanting the best for the two.

Shortly after, about a week, from their conversation, they managed to cut their own respective boulders and Urokodaki reluctantly sent them off to Final Selection, pronouncing them ready for the test. Despite the many injuries acquired and the long, dreary week in the Wisteria cage, the two made it out in relatively one piece. They had managed, although admittedly it had been primarily Sabito, to kill nearly every demon there except one with many hands, which had retreated to the shelter of the trees when the sun peeked through into the clearing.

Back at their mentor's hut, they were cuddled up in bed, their futon's pushed close together. They were antsy with the excitement of passing and, because they had slept during the day after arriving from the Selection, they were unable to sleep. Giyuu rolled onto his back, lifting his left arm. Sabito lifted his right and their hands intertwined. They stared up at the silhouette of their hands for a long while—until Giyuu claimed his arm was tired and they dropped them down to the sliver of floor between their beds.

"Sabito?" Giyuu asked, after a long moment of silence.

"Yeah?"

"You promise to stay with me 'till the end?"

Sabito shifted to look at Giyuu. Vaguely, in the dim light of the moon that filtered through the curtain over the window, Giyuu saw a gentle smile forming on his best friend's face.

"Of course. Us against the world, right?"

Giyuu smiled back. "Yeah. Us against the world," he echoed, his voice a soft murmur in the night.

Years passed. Sabito seemed always to be a step ahead of Giyuu, which only fueled him on. They were given their own katana's and Kasugai, sent on mission after mission. Considering that Urokodaki's hut was too high in the mountains and far from their mission places, they only visited him from time to time, usually residing temporarily in Wisteria Houses. Urokodaki had always encouraged them to find ways to still relatively find ways to live 'normally,' despite the circumstances. Several times, both Giyuu and Sabito found boyfriends (though Sabito wasn't completely exclusive to women, he found himself having a preference towards men). Somehow, none of their relationships worked out. Especially since their partners seemed to see something between Sabito and Giyuu, though the two themselves had yet to register it.

Most of their missions were duo ones and they had the luxury to constantly have someone at their back. Of course, they had many solo missions as well, which made it a bit trickier, but they developed rendezvous points where they would meet after their missions (they could've had their crows guide them to each other, but Giyuu was dubious of Kanzaburou's ability to do much more than totter around at this point).

On one of Giyuu's birthdays, when he turned 16, Sabito asked him out. It had been cold that night—of course, it was winter. Sabito had only just remembered in the evening that it was Giyuu's birthday and, as his mind raced for something he could give him, Giyuu entered the room. They were in a Wisteria House once again, that had been nearby their last mission. The woman who owned the house had let them bathe quickly before giving them supper and two beds.

Sabito watched as Giyuu settled into the borrowed futon, pulling the covers over himself. Their futons were close together as they had been back at their old mentor's house. Hesitantly, Sabito reached his left arm out. For a moment, there was only the shifting of blankets as Giyuu moved to a more comfortable position. Sabito considered pulling his arm back in, then he felt Giyuu's hand intertwine with his own. The owner of the house was turning off the lanterns now. She poked her head in the room, murmured a quick goodnight, and defused the light. They were plunged into darkness and it took Sabito a moment to adjust, blinking quickly. He turned to face Giyuu, their hands still locked together.

"Giyuu?"

A moment of silence. "Hm?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"You just did."

Sabito rolled his eyes. "Something else, besides this?"

"Okay." A smile could be heard distinctly through Giyuu's voice.

"Hypothetically, if I liked you, would you date me?" Sabito asked. He wasn't sure what Giyuu would say, if he saw him as a brother or just a friend. So he tread carefully, trying to adjust his tone to not sound so hopeful.

"Hypothetically?" Giyuu paused. In the darkness, Sabito could barely make out Giyuu's form turning to look at him.

"Yeah."

"Hm." Another beat. "I guess, yeah. Hypothetically, right?"

Sabito turned to face the ceiling, hiding the smile that crept up his face. "Right. What about... really dating me? If I asked you to be my boyfriend now, would you still say yes?"

Giyuu propped himself up on his elbow, breaking their hand bridge as he gazed at Sabito. "Are you asking me out, Sabito?" His voice was teasing but there was a slight quiver to it—nervousness? Anticipation?

"Maybe." Sabito sat up, mimicking Giyuu's recline. "Are you accepting? Or no?"

In response, Giyuu scoot out of the comfort of his futon, moving to kneel in front of Sabito. Carefully, leaving extra room for rejection, he pressed his lips to Sabito's. When he pulled away, a dark blush had spread across his face. Sabito was sure he looked the same.

"Then... yes?" Sabito mumbled, unable to see clearly enough to search Giyuu's eyes for an answer.

"Are you an idiot?" Giyuu huffed, his change of mood so sudden that Sabito nearly laughed. "Yes!"

Sabito grinned, shifting to one side of his futon and lifting his blanket. Giyuu settled in next to Sabito. Between them, their hands met, closing around each other. As sleep began to overtake their minds, Sabito murmured: "By the way, Giyuu. Happy birthday."

"Is it already...?"

"Yeah."

"I love you, Sabito."

Sabito leaned closer to Giyuu, wrapping an arm around him. "I love you, too..."

Their relationship lasted until the end of Sabito's life. Which meant about a year... and a half.

Both Demon Slayer's strength had increased beautifully in the last months and they were being sent on more back-to-back missions. Giyuu, who'd gotten injured in one of the last ones, was given a break to recover. Sabito, however, had only acquired a few scratches here and there and was sent on some solo missions. After returning from one and getting only an hour or two's worth of sleep, Sabito joined Giyuu on their following mission. They had both been sent on this one; reports of a stronger demon making their way to the ranks higher than the Mizunoto—which was the lowest. Despite being wracked with fatigue, Sabito told Giyuu that they should split up and cover more ground. Since they were in the middle of a village, it would be better this way. If they'd been in a forest, perhaps sticking together would've been better. But here, the streets could be weaved around more easily and therefore they should use it to their advantage the best they could.

They split up. As Giyuu searched the hauntingly empty streets, he realized that not a single light was on—which, despite it being night time, was strange. Besides that, the village looked relatively unused, at least there couldn't have been any residents here recently. Every here and there, a house had a window or a door that had been broken in. Uneasy, Giyuu peeked into one and found the whole room in disarray, as if there had been a fight here. He glanced at the window sill and found a thin layer of dust beginning to collect. It looked new.

He frowned. Turning, he kept one hand on the hilt of his katana handle, making his way through the streets again. There was something else about this place. It was quiet. Not nighttime quiet. Deathly quiet. Not even a bird dared to chirp, nor a tree to rustle. He couldn't even hear his own breathing. This was peculiar on its own, demon or not. Even the sounds of screaming might comfort Giyuu. Then—a snap of a branch. It was loud, like a flash of thunder in the muffled silence. He flinched, turning towards the sound. Nothing. Another noise. He glimpsed, briefly, peach colored hair. Sabito!

He raced towards the color and—

Crashed into a world of sound. It disoriented him and he felt like it was all pounding against his head like a giant hammer. He clutched his ears, trying to block out the noise. It would've been normal, distant, background sounds before. But after the silence, it made him dizzy. He nearly fell until he heard a familiar shout. His head snapped up and he was met with what looked like makeshift wooden cages. So, so many of them. In them, there were hundreds of people. Yet he pinpointed on one.

"Sabito."

He tried darting forward but a demon intercepted his path. It was taller than Giyuu, symbols that could've been their own language framing its body. Its eyes were different than the average demon. In one of them, the number 3 was scrawled into it. It smirked at Giyuu, teeth glinting.

"You and that boy together?" it slurred. Its voice sounded loud, much too loud. It wasn't just Giyuu's state. It was confusing him, changing the sound level up and down, creating a dizzying effect. "Both of you have swords. Even have matching fox masks." It barked a laugh. "Brothers? No, you don't look alike. Friends, then? Acquaintances? Something more?"

Giyuu unsheathed his katana as the demon spoke, clutching the handle tightly. It wasn't that he was new to this—he'd been fighting demons for years now! It wasn't that Sabito wasn't by his side either; he'd faced demons alone, as well. It was that Sabito had been caught. His lack of sleep was part to blame, of course, but if Sabito got captured? Then what? Was Giyuu even a match to this demon?

The demon grinned gleefully in the tremor of Giyuu's hands. "Scared, are we? What are you to this boy? I've been stock piling all these people," it said, waving flippantly at what Giyuu was supposed were the villagers, "but I'll let you take them in exchange for your...?"

It was prompting him. Urging an answer from Giyuu. He didn't care, really. He just needed Sabito safe. "Boyfriend," he mumbled. "He's my boyfriend."

The demon raised an eyebrow. "Even better. Your fear is delightful," it said with what was probably supposed to be an alluring tone—except Giyuu's full attention was on the people behind it.

Now that he looked closer, he realized that all the villagers were actually in one large cage. He supposed that Sabito would be transferred to that cage too, in a bit. Maybe if he just waited a moment... Then he could cut the whole thing off and set them all free. Except—it looked as if it was made of wood. If so, Sabito could've easily cut it. There seemed just enough room inside there for him to move. He was sure some of the women in the other cages could've used their pins and hacked away at the wood until it broke. So why...? Unless it was enchanted, in some way.

The demon snapped its finger impatiently, regaining his attention. "Okay, lover boy. No more spacing out. Back to me. Of course, feeding on humans is more ideal, but emotions are great all the same. I can hear your anxiety for your pretty little boyfriend there, it's almost delectable. But I need more. So! You have two options: I let go of Peach and get to eat the rest of the people and watch you deal with his disappointment, or I let go of the others—and you should be glad I'm in a good mood today, I did take a couple days to round these all up—but kill your boyfriend. Either way, I get a nice feast of tears," it concluded, humming gleefully.

Giyuu's stomach churned. Fuck. What was he supposed to do? He couldn't get the rest of the people killed—the demon was right, Sabito would be more than disappointed—but if he saved them and Sabito died...?

He glanced up at all of them, keeping as steady of a hold on his katana as he could. He could practically hear their pleading through their stares. Even if they were too terrified to speak, their eyes said more than words could. There were children there, too. Everybody who had lived in the village, huddled in the one cage yet none touching, unable to pass some sort of charm the demon had worked, keeping them all apart. And then Sabito. Oh, Sabito, his gaze strong and insistent, urging him not to save him. To save the villagers instead. But he couldn't. He didn't know what to do. He was freezing up, unable to decide. Sabito called out.

"Giyuu!" Sabito shouted. Despite their proximity—Sabito's cage sitting behind the demon—his words were muffled. "Our promise! Please—remember!"

Promise? Which promise? To stay together forever? Giyuu frowned. No. Sabito wouldn't say that now. Then a different promise. Oh. That one.

"I- I can't!" Giyuu choked out. He hadn't even realized the words had been building in his throat until they were already out.

"Please, Giyuu," Sabito pleaded. "You can't let them die!"

'If I get captured, you can't try to save me unless it's your only choice.'

The words had been delivered after a laugh, a smile still lingering as they left Sabito's lips. Now, there was no laughter. No smile in Sabito's eyes. Nothing but a plead to let himself be killed. No. Giyuu couldn't do it. He couldn't, he couldn't, he-

Even so, he managed to rasp out a shaky, "fine. Leave them be."

The demon tilted its head mockingly. "Who?"

"The villagers."

"Then I kill...?" it prompted, amusement lacing its tone. As if this was no more than a parent trying to teach their child. A game.

Giyuu nodded towards Sabito, not wanting to say it.

"Tell me," the demon insisted. "Tell me who I kill. Give me a full sentence."

"I- Shit, I-" Giyuu swallowed hard, refusing to meet anyone's eye as he whispered, "You can kill Sabito..."

The demon's lips curved into a cruel smile. "Lovely." It sauntered over to the larger cage and the people inside it shrank back. Giyuu raised his katana, waiting for an attack. The demon, however, kept its side of the negotiation, releasing the villagers. They all sat there on the ground for a full moment before scrambling hastily behind Giyuu, sobs shaking the bodies of the younger ones. Giyuu wished he could cry too. But he still had to try. Try to save Sabito.

As he ushered the people back, he started to step forward, katana raised. Then the demon slashed down at Sabito. There was the sharp cry from the boy as blood blossomed from his now-ripped uniform and he slumped down, though not yet dead. Giyuu didn't need to know much to realize this was a fatal wound. For a moment, he stood stockstill, shock freezing his body. Then the demon lunged towards the villagers and Giyuu realized it had never intended to let them go. It knew it was stronger. But, in the spur of the moment, Giyuu's fury hit him so suddenly he had no time to react as it guided his arms, his legs. He plunged his katana into the demon's throat, slicing its head clean off with only a second's struggle.

He waited only enough to see it begin to disintegrate before he rushed to Sabito, abandoning his katana, his preservation. He knelt down into the pool of blood that spilled around his boyfriend. A sob threatened to spill over as he grasped for Sabito's hand trying to put pressure on the wound but knowing full well it was in vain.

"Sabito... Sabito, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry I couldn't save you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm-" Giyuu was cut off by his own cry and his shoulders shook as he hugged Sabito to his chest.

There was a soft voice, hoarse and barely there, that made it to Giyuu's ears albeit reluctantly. "Giyuu... Giyuu, it's fine. It's fine. You did... good. Don't cry. Us against... against the world, right?" Sabito was sapping up all his strength trying to speak. A trembling hand lifted, cupping Giyuu's face.

Giyuu held his breath, resisting the sobs that tried to cut through him, wanting to catch Sabito's every word. He leaned into the touch, placing a quivering kiss to Sabito's cheek. "Against the world," he repeated quietly.

The life was seeping out of Sabito's eyes but he managed a small smile. "Just... us," he murmured.

Giyuu watched, in horror, as Sabito's hand fell limply to his chest, his previously shaky breathing diminishing to a wisp and then nothing.

"No- No, Sab- Sabito!" he shouted. He clutched him to his chest, unwilling to believe it. If he hugged him tightly enough, Sabito would come back to life. Warmth would spread in his body and he'd hug back and Giyuu would feel safe and—

A hand was placed on his shoulder. For a short, blissful moment, Giyuu thought it was Sabito. Then he looked up and flinched, finding a woman there. He turned away, not wanting to look at her, not wanting to see the inevitable pitying stares of the others. Or disappointed ones. But in the end, she didn't do anything. She simply stood there for a while before starting to leave. As she left, she murmured, "We'll prepare a burial for him later, if you wish it. A place to sleep and eat will be provided for the night as well."

He didn't glance back when she left, nor did he follow later. He sat there for a long time with tears streaming down his face and his arms still clutched around Sabito.

The following days were a blur. He barely registered them. He supposed he must've gotten up at some point. Buried Sabito. Had he been buried? Cremated? It didn't matter. Either way, he was dead.

He remembered, vaguely, going to Urokodaki's. Staying there for a while. Sharing his grief with the man. He wasn't sent on any missions. Or if he had been, he didn't remember them. He knew that the days after Sabito's death had been painful. Most likely, he had spent them dehydrated. Alone. But when he thought back to them, he remembered only a haze. Muffled noise, blurred pictures, incoherent words. As if it had been years ago. He snapped out of his daze a week later. He remembered this part clearly.

He had been sewing that night. Somewhere, in his and Sabito's old room, Urokodaki had found one of Sabito's spare haori's. He'd gifted it to Giyuu. Giyuu, who was in no rush to get rid of the red kimono he'd kept in memory of Tsutako, decided to merge the two fabrics together into one haori. However misshapen it might be.

A crow arrived. It wasn't Kanzaburou, however. It had a ribbon tied around its neck and spoke better than either of Giyuu or Sabito's Kasugai crows. Its words, at first, were delivered and that only. They didn't reach Giyuu's ears. But then it repeated itself and Giyuu froze. He was being promoted to the highest rank a Demon Slayer could achieve. A Hashira.

He frowned. That couldn't be right. He had just failed to save Sabito! How could he...? How could he be a Hashira if he had let the life of the person most precious to him slip from his fingers? The crow explained, noticing his incredulity, that on that very same mission, he had killed one of the 12 Kizuki; the most powerful of the demons. The demon that had mocked Giyuu, taken Sabito's life, was Lowermoon Three. The Kizuki were split into two groups of six: the Uppermoons, the most powerful ones, and the Lowermoons, following second. Because Giyuu had killed one of the Lowermoons, he had become a Hashira. In a week's time, Giyuu must go to a specific coordinate where he would be guided to the Master's estate where the Hashira had their biannual meetings with the leader of the Corps.

There had been a long silence after the explanation, broken only by the crow's uncomfortable shifting. It was dubious about Giyuu's reaction. Shouldn't he be happy? Instead, Giyuu could feel anger rising in him all over again. How could this have happened? Sabito should've killed the demon. Giyuu had only killed it because he had been fueled by anger. He didn't deserve this title. Sabito had always been stronger, anyway. Why hadn't he been promoted? This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair!

He hadn't realized he'd said it aloud until the crow ruffled its feathers, opening its beak to speak. But then Giyuu raised a shaking hand, the needle he'd been sewing with pricking his hand as he closed his fingers into a fist. Black feathers floated down as Giyuu only caught the crow's tail. It squawked indignantly, flying up into the air. It left then, muttering angrily about how it was only trying to help. Giyuu dropped the needle as blood started streaming down his arm. He glared at it furiously, tears blurring his vision. Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! This. Wasn't. Fair!

In the end, however, he did attend the meeting. Fair or not, if the Head of the whole Demon Slayer Corps was bothering to send for Giyuu, he should go. Also, Urokodaki threatened to deliver him there personally, maybe restraining him beforehand, too. So, he went.

He made sure, however, to finish sewing the haori. He wanted his first impression on them to be with it on. He had also decided not to speak much. Isolate himself from the rest of them. After all, he would forever be different than them. He didn't have what it took to deserve the title as a Hashira. They did. He would never be one of them. He would only ever belong with Sabito. It had always been him and Sabito. Without Sabito, Giyuu wasn't anyone. He was alone.

[widowed-mistress]

Have I finished writing my Steve Harrington as Steven Universe story?

No.

Do I want to write another multi chapter story already?

Yes. This one Demon Slayer!

I have got to say, I love stories where different universes are put together to either enhance a character aspect of an individual OR flesh out to world that surrounds them, and while I believe my S2S store beings out that second one, I want to make a prompts today to bring out that first point.

It's no suprise my favorite Hashira in Demon Slayer is Tomioka, the story I would write is a story where Tomioka is Veronica Sawyer.

(You can take this to mean trans Giyuu is you want)

Basically the premise would be that not only is Giyuu short and cold with most people because he of death trauma, he's short and cold because he feels he brings out the worst in people after his relationship with J.D

Most of his backstory is the same. Losses his parents to a plague, sister dies to demon attack protecting him on her weeding night. Nobody believes him and they almost sent him with hid doctors aunt and uncle until he runs away and almost dies of hypothermia on Uradaki's mountain. Gets trained alongside Sabito until final selections and goes on to become a Demon Slayer.

Now, here is where we change things because he was placed in the care of a few other demon slayers. For this story purpose, one of them will be Martha Dunnstock (he remembers Murata afterall). And when they're 16, they get sent him and her on a mission together, an infiltration mission. People in the town, specifically teens kept disappearing. So, the two disguised themselves to be students at the local high school where Giyuu as Veronica makes "friends" with the Heathers. Most of the story plays out as in musical, maybe not Martha trying to kill herself, maybe an attack from a nearby demon.

Eventually, at the end once Giyuu sees J.D off himself, it's decided that it's time for them to leave, only for Heather and Heather to ask where they're going since it's obvious these two are more than meets the eye. At which point they learn about demons and choose to join the fight also as kakushi.

On the way back, Giyuu gets the final kill on a demon that earns him the title as Hashira and while reluctant to take the title, as he believe he is not only not worthy enough, he's fundamentally evil as a very human boy has killed for him, a human boy he loved, he takes the tile because not only would the money help him support his new friends now entering the corps, he realizes that in this title it inspires hope for future demon slayers.

He might not believe in himself, but if he can give and smidgen of hope to others, he will. Especially when he believes so fearcely that people can change or grow (Dead or Alive is an underrated song that deserves a part in the official Heather's playlist). And so at 17 exactly, he becomes a Hashira.

I find this idea of Giyuu, someone all the other Hashira look at as alof, would confuse so many when they see him being buddies with lower ranks/ being shit talked by them for his bad taste in men (they're not sure what they mean by that. Just that they stop talking about it once the other hashira make their presence known).

I feel like this could make for some fun interconnected short stories.

1. Shinobu and Mitsuri joining them for "girls" night.

2. The boys attempting to learn what bad guys Tomioka has been with in the past

3. Mitsuri and Giyuu bonding over shit men

4. The 2 Heathers and Martha overspilling about Giyuu just enough to get the others worried about him, but not enough for them to fully understand the situation

5. Obanai and Sanemi learning his view on people being fundamentally good and being capable of change and trying not to hold grudges despite how mean they can be to him

6. Ect.

Anyways, yeah! That's the post!

[mariuniverses]

I just wanna say you're quickly becoming one of (if not) my favorite kny fanfic author! I love the way you potray all these characters and their unique dynamic with each other! especially your characterization of giyuu! Thank you so much for everything you do, reading your fics have become such a highlight in my currently hectic schedule ^^ I hope you have as much enjoyment creating these beautiful fics as I do reading them!

I wish you the best and I look forward to your next update! <3

Ahhh thank you so much for the support and the compliment, this honestly made my day!

I always worry if I’m portraying the characters right, especially Giyuu because he’s one of my favorite characters (aside from Shinobu, I looooove Shinobu)

Demon slayer overall has some great character diversity with interesting characters with different motivations and personalities. However since the story is mostly from Tanjiros perspective we don’t really get to explore some of the more intricate parts of the other characters. So we’re left to piece together those parts from fanbooks, light novels and gaidens. To me Giyuu is such an interesting character and such a hard character to get right, I had to reread/watch a lot of his scenes and extras until I felt like I had a good grasp of his character.

Like in my head Giyuu is a silly little serious guy with depression 🤧 like same Giyuu same. But he’s so much more than that. I think at the root of his character he is a kind and sensitive person. He was so distraught over Sabito’s death that he had to suppress all emotions in order to move on. He stitched together his sisters and Sabito’s garments and wears it to honor them. He likes people based on if they simply try to talk to him. He remembers Muruta’s name even if they haven’t been shown to really interact. He gave Nezuko expensive gifts to thank her for fixing up his Haori.

He saw Tanjiro begging for him to spare Nezukos life and yelled some sense into him, ultimately becoming one of the catalyst for the start of the story. And this is just my opinion, but I definitely think he saw himself in Tanjiro at that moment, a weak brother unable to do anything for his sister but to grovel and beg. He took on the blame for death of the other Kamado because he didn’t come half a day sooner. He simply just wants to protect people, even if it’s just one person. He tries his best to be calm and collected, to focus on the present and what he can control. He’s intelligent in battles and is observant of others, doing his best to compliment and aid others when fighting together.

I think the most interesting thing about him though is that he knows that he’s capable. When he saves Inosuke from the dad spider demon he says that the demon wasn’t even in his league. He’s confident in his ability to slay Rui, a lower 5 demon. But despite that he doesn’t believe that he deserves the rank of Hashira, even when one of the requirements is literally having the strength capable of killing one of the 12 moons. And despite feeling unworthy, he still takes his responsibilities and role as a pillar seriously. He tells Shinobu that they shouldn’t waver as pillars, and is strictly focused on doing his job and slaying demons.

I’m not going to turn this into a whole character analysis of Giyuu, I’ll save that for another day, but yeah I love his character and find him interesting, I’m glad to hear that I’m doing his character some justice in my writing :)

I’m hoping to update I’ll live a quiet life sometime this week, maybe tomorrow night? I’ve been hitting a block quite recently but I think I’m finally starting to push past it! I have about a month before I return back to university and get swamped with school work. But I’m on my last year, so it’s mostly portfolio and internship stuff that I need to work on so hopefully I won’t be too swamped. I still have much planned and stories I want to write.

Please look forward to it and again thank you for enjoying my stories!

[serodev]

Oh no it’s alright. Then may I request sabito, douma, and gyutaro with a s/o uppermoon s/o had a traumatizing past with some bad people and because of that he only kills/eats bad people. And also they try to get there s/o to open up to them about what happened to them.

Warnings: Mentions of trauma and killing

Pairing: Sabito, Douma, Gyutaro, Giyuu x gn!reader

Note(s): Yeah, I can add Giyuu to the mix! Sadly though, there aren't many bullet points per character due to the amount you requested, but I'm still sure that you can enjoy these headcanons in a way or another.

Sabito

» First thing I want to note is that Sabito would probably be proud of you for getting rid of the bad guys because, at that point, he won't care that you're a demon. After all, you're his S/O, and the fewer bad people in the world, the better place that'll be.

» However, he can't help but feel intrigued by you at the same time, so please be ready to hear the whole "What made you start doing this?" Kind of a question from Sabito. He can't help but be interested in you.

» He might feel a bit hurt if you tell him that you don't really remember the reason for it/you don't feel comfortable enough to talk about it, but he'll understand you, and he won't force you to speak up about them.

Douma

» Douma's really interested! That's the simplest way to put it! But then again, he's always been interested in people and demons alike who stray from the "norm," and hearing how you only kill bad people is definitely something a "normal" demon won't do.

» Now, Douma's more than happy to take part in your so-called "selective" appetite, but he won't take part in eating them since he likes the taste of pure women who he can find from his Temple. He's still really interested to hear you tell him stories about what kind of people you've killed and such.

» As an Upper Moon and your boyfriend, Douma feels a need to lend you a hand when it feels like you need one. This includes your mental health as well, so it doesn't really come out as a surprise when he happens to ask you about your past. Thankfully though, he's not going to ask too much about it, especially if you show discomfort.

Gyutaro

» Gyutaro's going to be a bit weirded out since he's so used to killing whoever he wants to kill, so hearing how selective you are with your own kills and eating habits makes him feel a bit confused at first. He won't speak negatively about you, though, especially since you're his S/O, so that's one thing you don't need to worry about.

» One of the first things Gyutaro will ask from you is that how you ended up this way because there must be a reason why you're like that. He's also one of the demons who will pressure you a bit about it because he really wants to know what happened to you while you were a human, but he'll stop asking about it if you voice your discomfort to him.

» He will help you because, after all, you two are Upper Moons. He's also going to eat some of the bad people with you, but he won't do that all the time.

Giyuu

» I think that Giyuu's the one who's going to react strongest out of the four because even though the people you're killing are bad, you're still offing and eating humans. He can build up his respect towards you as a Slayer and as your boyfriend as time goes on, but he's still going to be a bit iffy about it.

» Giyuu's also the one who won't ask anything about why you do this because he feels like you're going to tell him if you feel like it. He won't force you, and he won't ask anything about it.

» It's probably easy to open up about your trauma with Giyuu because of the way he gives you time and space to build up your trust towards him. However, he's still going to be a bit mad about it, but it's not really towards you. Instead, it's towards the people who made you this way.

Author's note: I'm half-asleep as I'm writing these, so I really hope that I didn't miss anything in your request! I hope you enjoyed these!

[demonslayedher]

Thinking about Tanjiro fretting over Nezuko when she first turns into a demon is humorous to me. Like "Are you hungry? Do you eat? Are you cold? DO DEMONS GET COLD? That Tomioka-san guy wrapped you up with your coat, but maybe that was only a nice gesture. . ." and then he meets Tamayo and tells her about what Nezuko does and learns more about demons from her. Tamayo is confused like "What do you mean Nezuko-san sleeps? Demons don't sleep. What do you mean she's never had human blood before?"

What I will always find funny is that Urokodaki called a doctor for a demon. Also, I gotta wonder when Giyuu had time had to go craft a bamboo muzzle and everything? Did he and Sabito pick up arts and crafts hobbies from Urokodaki?? I've delved into Nezuko's unusual sleep before (and lots of other stuff about our special, special girl, especially reliant on Tamayo's assessment of her), but if we step back from all of that we can appreciate that Tanjiro spent two years with a former Pillar and just did not learn about about this stuff. The things that Urokodaki did tell him point blank was what would be useful for someone trying to kill demons, but someone trying to help a demon? Of course Urokodaki would draw a blank: "I don't know why she won't wake up, I'm not a doctor. I don't know how to turn demons human. Ask a demon that, there's a bunch of them on Mt. Fujikasane. Is she cold? I don't know, let's keep her warm anyway. Hungry? Of course she's hungry. But she hasn't eaten, so I guess she doesn't have to. Do demons dream? Tanjiro, I don't even know if demons have a sense of smell, I've never asked."

The Corp could had benefited from Tamayo's knowledge so much earlier! To make a point of that, Tamayo and Shinobu had less than a month to work together and they filled in the gaps in each others' understandings incredible efficiently. Some things you just can't know until you've walked a mile in another species' shoes, right?

Another question this brings to mind... Tamayo was the one who told Tanjiro of the Twelve Moons, not Urokodaki. How long has the Corp even known the Twelve Moons were a thing? Muzan only started that on a whim in the mid-to-late Edo period, and since no one typically comes back after facing an Upper Moon, maybe it was just by chance that a Pillar (which, based on the title of the Sengoku-Rengoku diary of the 21st Flame Pillar, existed long before Twelve Moons) faced a chatty Lower Moon one day who explained the whole system and how they were destined to move up in it. Would that information have been something Urokodaki would had known in his prime? If it was never a big deal to him like it was to later Pillars, who perhaps slayed Lower Moons or had more intel missions, nor as big a deal to him as it is to Tamayo, who wants their blood to study, then Urokodaki might even be like, "What, those are still a thing?"

[cherryatnight]

Without Him - Giyu Tomioka

master list || asks

warnings - angst, implied depression, grieving death, drinking, being drunk, swearing - please do not read if any of these make you uncomfortable

word count - 1425

a/n - heavy heavy heavy angst. may have small editing errors, i wrote this at 3:26am. anywayyy enjoy<3

(2nd person pov, any pronouns)

Running through the small town, you followed your brother, Sabito, to meet his new friend. You and Sabito definitely had your differences, but physically you two looked pretty darn similar. Both of you shared fuzzy peach-colored hair and big silver eyes. The only way your parents used to tell you apart was when Sabito got his scar, as babies you two looked identical, it wasn’t until you were toddlers anyone could tell you two apart, it didn’t help that you two were glued at the hip all the time. Whatever he was doing, you’d join in, and vice versa. You two were best friends and although you were both young, you cared about each other to fill that empty spot from losing your parents.

All of a sudden Sabito stopped and quickly turned to face you, “This is his house!” The smile on Sabito’s face was unlike one you’ve seen before. He was weightless, he didn’t feel the problems of the world, just the happiness that he and his best friend could hang out. The second his friend stepped out of the house, you started paying a little more attention.

“Hi Sabito,” the boy with the raven-hair gave a huge smile to your brother. “Oh, you must be the twin Sabito’s been talking about. I’m Tomioka Giyu, nice to meet you.” He gave you a welcoming smile and stuck his hand out for you to shake, you hesitantly took it, not a lot of kids in your town would ever come near you, let alone shake your hand. “Anyway, I’m leaving to go start that training I told you about, do you guys wanna try and tag along? I don’t mind stopping by wherever to pick up your guys’ stuff.” You got lost in thought after that, only looking up to follow the pair. What training is Tomioka-san talking about? Why didn’t Sabito tell you if he knew? How far is it? Questions buzzed through your head left and right, but you calmed them after time when you got to you and Sabito’s makeshift home, it wasn’t anything like Giyu’s house, but it was home.

Pulling Sabito aside, you asked, “Where are we going?” His face dropped when he realized he and Tomioka-san never told you.

“U-u-uh, so you’re gonna think I’m crazy.”

“Already do.”

“Remember the story about demons?”

“Mhmm.”

“Well it’s not just a story, and there are these badass people who fight them called Demon Slayers, and Giyu got an opportunity to train to be one and invited us and considering neither of us have anything here, I agreed..”

“Nice, I’ll be ready to go in a little bit, make Tomioka-san some tea while I pack our stuff.” You gave Sabito a lopsided smile.

“Wait, it was that easy?”

“You thought I would say no?” You laughed at your brother’s shock. “You’re a dumbass, y’know”

“Yeah yeah, get packing cause I don’t know how to host someone.” You threw the first thing you saw at Sabito, which happened to be his pillow.

“You know exactly what to do, stop trying to get out of doing stuff, man up.” You half-jokingly yelled at your twin.

“Giyu? Look at me, you gotta eat, please?” He didn’t move a muscle, just stared at the spot where his best friend and your brother used to lay every night. Giyu didn’t take the news of Sabito’s death well, to say the least. Before the final selection, you and your twin made an agreement that no matter what happens during your Demon Slayer career, you’ll keep going. You’ll mourn and move on, otherwise it was all for nothing, and that’s what you did. When Sabito’s soul left his body, you knew, you didn’t have to go searching for his remains, you just knew. So as soon as day break hit and you killed your last demon, you dropped to your knees and let it all out, the pain, the heartbreak, everything. Sabito was strong, everyone knew that just looking at the boy, so the fact a demon got him meant that there was a demon much more powerful than expected in that mountain imprisonment.

“Giyu, at least answer me, talk to me. Say anything.” His eyes moved to meet your’s and he walked towards your former twin’s bed. Everything was just how Sabito would have wanted it to be, you made sure of it. Giyu stood up with one of your twin’s hario’s that your mother made him. Without second thought, he cut it perfectly in half. Then he took off his sister’s hario and cut it in half as well. It didn’t hit you right away, you were more in shock of what just occurred in front of you, and then you realized, Sabito’s memorial. You had already taken something of your brother’s to hold onto, a small pendant with your guy’s names on it, and even though you already had your own, you took Sabito’s kyahan just so you’d have bits and pieces of him. Giyu rushed around trying to find whatever he needed, finally he did and he sewed half of Sabito’s hario and his sister’s hario together.

“It's a really thoughtful way to memorialize them.” You needed him to talk, anything. He hasn’t said anything to anyone since he found out. It hurt so much to see him like this, but you made a promise to Sabito and yourself that you won’t leave Giyu behind, no matter how hard it got.

“I’m back!” You yelled as you entered the house you and Giyu shared. After a few seconds, you realized Giyu must’ve not been home because he always would answer the door, or at least come downstairs. You took off your shoes and went to your bathroom to wash up and there he was. Giyu sat on the edge of your bed, his head in his hands. His hair was out of the ponytail it usually was in and it was messy. Situation and situation ran through your mind of what could’ve happened. You sat down next to him and put your hand gently on his shoulder trying to sooth him from whatever had happened. His head snapped up to look at you, that's when you noticed, his eyes were bloodshot and his reactions were slurred together. You tried to calm his hair with your hands while he just looked at you. Every year around this time, he’d shut down completely, just like after the Final Selection. It pained you so much, but there’s nothing you can do to ease him, you’d tried everything, the only thing that worked was time off and drinking. Ubuyashiki-san always understood and shifted the Hashira responsibilities to you during this time. Giyu grabbed your wrists and slowly pulled your hands down to get a full look at your face. Being with his best friend’s twin definitely had tolls, and this was one of them, you looked like Sabito, but without the scar and more defined cheekbones. You knew how much it pained him to see you, especially if you had one of Sabito’s old Hario’s on, which you did. Tears piled up in Giyu’s eyes as he watched you. Although it most likely wasn’t healthy, you would let him say whatever to you, because in his drunken state, there’s no way he’d remember. Even if he did, he wouldn’t say anything, just pull you into a tighter hug for just a little longer the next day.

“It should’ve been me.” He croaked out. “I promised you I’d keep you guys safe, I couldn’t do it. Why not me, why not me, Sabito? Your twin needs you, you would’ve been the strongest Hashira in the corps. You had so much potential and I failed you. I’m sorry.” Apologies continued to pour out of his mouth before you decided to pull him into a tight embrace. Quickly, he eased into your arms and let out sobs in the nape of your neck. All you could do was stroke his hair and rock him slightly. Even before you and Giyu started dating, he never was fond on physical affection. It simply was because he didn’t know what to do, but once he did he was always grounding himself next to you. Even in the fight against Rui, the lower moon five demon, he grabbed your hand before charging the demon. It became your guy’s thing anytime you needed reassurance, and it worked. You just wished it worked a little more to take the pain of your dead brother away, you wished it would take away the pain of being without him for another year.

[kanri-tea]

Demon Slayer! AU (Part 2 - Meeting Old Friends)

Ramuda, Ichiro, and Samatoki finally reunite. Jakurai sleeps away for now.

~~~

For Ichiro, waking up in the past was disorienting. He looked maybe eleven or twelve for some reason, and more importantly, he was a l o n e.

Where were his siblings?

Where were the others?

He’s an orphan again, but this time, there’s no Jiro or Saburo. There’s no Kuko or Samatoki. As he lives his life again, Ichiro finds that he’s alone. (Of course it’s adults that let him down, Ichiro thinks bitterly.)

In the end, it came down to pure luck, Ichiro thinks, that he ended meeting Kuwajima Jigoro.

In the end, it was thanks to the elderly man that Ichiro hadn’t lost his mind, hadn’t given up hope.

So Ichiro trains. He trains and he trains and he trains. It’s difficult and Kuwagima is a harsh taskmaster, but Ichiro tries and tries for the man he’d come to call “jii-chan.”

It’s frustrating too, for all that he tries and he tries, he can’t learn Thunder Breathing. Not completely. The first form, Thunderclap and Flash, is the only one he ever manages.

Ichiro hates himself for being so weak, but he’s not a failure no matter what Kaigaku says, so he works even harder. Like jii-chan says, if he couldn’t manage the other forms, then he sure as hell was going to master the one he did know.

Time comes and goes; the peach trees continue to whither and blossom as each year passes. By the time Ichiro heads off to the final selection – carrying the well-wishes of Kuwajima with him – the longing and pain has mostly faded to the background. Sure, he still missed Jiro and Saburo and spent countless nights worrying over what happened to them, but in the end, there was nothing he could do. What he could do instead was pass this exam and become a demon slayer to protect humanity.

There’s only four people who end up passing the exam. As Ichiro looks around, he sees a girl with a butterfly hairpin and an empty smile, he sees a boy whose faced is scarred and anger in his eyes.

He sees Ramuda.

But. There’s no way. How many years had it been since he’d woken up in this strange world all alone? Four years? Five? Even as the almost identical children speak to them, even as a sparrow lands on him instead of a crow, even as the angry boy tries to strangle the white-haired child, Ichiro is frozen.

When the Ramuda look-alike steps up and protects the child, Ichiro wonders briefly if his Ramuda would’ve ever done that. Would the childish man ever put himself in the middle of violent situation he couldn’t talk himself out of?

Ichiro doesn’t know anymore. Hell, he’s not even sure if he even remembers Ramuda’s face accurately anymore.

In the end, the four newly named Demon Slayers go their separate ways without ever speaking to each other. In the end, Ichiro doesn’t manage to scrounge up the courage to ask the pick-haired boy who he was, and Ichiro couldn’t help but hate himself even more.

Ghosts, Ramuda thinks, are still scary as fuck, but he supposed Sabito and Makomo could be the exceptions. But if he ever saw another ghost in his life again, he was going to go ballistic. Ugh, ghosts, he thinks as a shiver goes down his spine.

But… for Sabito and Makomo, for the other children who were killed… You can be at ease now. Even though you’re all spirits now, you can return now. Return back to your beloved Urokodaki-sensei’s side, back to your home at the base of the Mist Mountain.

Ramuda wondered where his spirit would go after his death. Maybe his spirit would go back to the modern age, where Dice and Gentaro was along with Jakurai.

Selecting an alloy for his nichirin blade should’ve been an easy, well-deserved task, especially after fighting so many ugly demons in the forest, but noooo, this one asshole just had to try and bully a little kid! Geez, what a barbarian – even worse than Samatoki.

Carefully making his way back to the Mist Mountain, Ramuda spent most of it distracted by his thoughts, thoughts of spirits and of the living and the dead, and of the demons and human. Speaking of demons…

“Welcome back,” Jakurai evenly breaths, arms wrapping around Ramuda like a warm blanket. How many years had it been since they’d been transported to this cruel, yet kind world? Six years? Seven? He didn’t know, but maybe it was for the better. Had they been in the modern era, in a time of hypnosis microphones and humans that could be even worse than demons, Ramuda would’ve never accepted this, not after the TDD split up.

Another pair of hands wraps around them, bigger and broader than either Jakurai or Ramuda’s current body. It doesn’t take a genius to know that it’s Urokodaki-sensei, but the flowing tears, Ramuda mind slowly processes, is new.

“You finally came back alive,” the tengu-masked man sobs, and Ramuda understands. He understands. Pushing back memories of the many Ramuda clones that never came back, he lets himself slip. Emotions weren’t punished here, they weren’t disregarded. For the first time in a long, long time, Ramuda lets himself cry, sinking into Urokodaki-sensei’s embrace, soaking in Jakurai’s warmth.

For the first time in a long, long time, Ramuda felt free.

Fifteen days later, a hyottoko-masked man – Haganezuka – shows up with Ramuda’s nichirin blade. And man, what a weirdo, Ramuda thinks. Even as he’s being shaken by the weirdo – Jakurai peeking out from under the futon, disapproval written all over his tiny face – Ramuda contemplates his black blade. Damn, he thinks, he was really hoping it’d turn pink or yellow or something cute. Black kinda felt… ominous.

“Caww!!! Amemura Ramuda,” the Kasugai crow flies in, loudly cawing, “Hurry and go to the northeast town, caww!!”

“What the fuck,” Ramuda asks no one in particular from beneath Haganezuka, “Is that crow talking?”

The crow pears down at him, vicious eyes boring into Ramuda’s confused ones, conveying how unimpressed it was, which, how the fuck was a talking crow even conveying facial expressions?? Ramuda had so, somany questions.

“Hurry up and go hunt demons,” the crow yells at him, “This is your first assignment! Remember this well, in the northeast town, young girls are constantly disappearing every night! Every night! There are girls! There are girls constantly disappearing!!”

When Samatoki wakes up, it's in the middle of a forest. He doesn’t know how old he is – early teens maybe even younger. But more importantly…

What.

The.

Hell??!!

The last thing he could remember was fighting an illegal microphone user alongside fucking Ichiro, Ramuda, and sensei. So what the fuck was he doing in a forest? With a boar’s head mask on his head to, Samatoki thinks repulsively, and it looked pretty fucking real.

Maybe this was a joke, he thinks to himself, getting more and more hysterical as each day passed without any signs of people. Maybe Jyuto dumped his ass in the middle of a forest to see if he’d learn anything from Rio’s “survival cooking” lessons. Fuck if it wasn’t the stupidest idea ever, but Samatoki was getting desperate.

But, as years pass, he gives up hope. What’s the point? All around him was nothing but wilderness. Maybe it was desperation, though, that made Samatoki do his very best to survive, pulling out all his deepest knowledge of whatever survival shit Rio had passed on to him.

It’s not until he meets a so-called ‘demon slayer’ and beats them up and steals receives the guy’s admittedly kinda cool sword as a reward, that Samatoki finally feels like he’s going in the right direction. If it meant getting out of this damn forest and maybe doing something with this life, even if it was something stupidly noble like Jakurai, then Samatoki didn’t find that he minded.

So he fights and he learns. Samatoki learns about demons, learns their weaknesses and strengths, learns about the Wisteria houses. He accepts that there is no one else. That he’s alone.

It’s not until Tsuzumi Mansion, though, that everything Samatoki had come to learn and accept about this world turns on its head.

“There’s a demon around here,” Ichiro hears Samatoki growl. The man is as violent as ever, and while Ichiro could never stand with someone like him ever again, this world was different. This was a world of demons and monsters, where fighting wasn’t only for survival, but to protect humanity.

Maybe it’s because Ichiro hasn’t seen Samatoki since they’d been thrown into this world, but Ichiro follows Samatoki as the man rampages through the mansion and out the front door. It’s not until he sees the white-haired man heading straight towards the wooden box that Ramuda had been carrying that Ichiro acts.

(“So, what’s with the box?”

“Hmm~ This box… I’ll tell you later! But this box isn’t just any box! It’s my most very precious possession, so don’t try anything funny with it, m’kay?”)

“Stop –! I won’t let you lay your hands on this box. This is Ramuda’s most precious possession!”

Samatoki comes to halt in front of Ichiro crouching over the box, protecting it with his body. It’s times like these that Ichiro is reminded how terrifying Samatoki could be, and the gleam of violence in the man’s – boy’s? – eye promises even more violence.

“The hell, Ichiro? There’s a demon in there,” Samatoki yells at him, “And why the fuck is Ramuda carrying around a demon?!”

“I… I knew that from the very beginning!”

When Ichiro had woken up in this world, one of the first things he’d noticed was how good his hearing was. It wasn’t just being able to hear things from a long distance or even just really quiet sounds. He could hear heartbeats, could practically hear the thoughts of others. It was a hearing of an unnatural degree.

The sound of a demon and the sound of a human were fundamentally different to each other, but… it was Ramuda. It was Ramuda who laughed and played cheerfully during their TDD days; it was Ramuda who popped by every once in a while to check on Ichiro and his brothers after the split.

It was Ramuda whose sounds was so fierce, yet kind.

(The demon’s sound was kind too. It was so, so kind and soft that it made Ichiro want to cry. Maybe this was what pushed Ichiro to the edge, the thing that made Ichiro trust Ramuda on this matter. Sure, Ramuda was someone precious to him, but even Ichiro knew Ramuda was hiding secrets – dangerous secrets.)

“I’m going to ask Ramuda face-to-face,” Ichiro informs Samatoki, eyes unwavering. Ichiro had conceded to Samatoki many times in the past, but today, he wasn’t going to do that. He wasn’t going to give in.

“Tch,” Samatoki lowers his sword, “If the demon attacks us, it’ll be all yours and the stupid gremlin’s fault. Actually, where the fuck is he?”

“Samatoki, you stupid barbarian,” Ichiro hears Ramuda squawk and moments later, he comes in to view with Shoichi, Teruko, and another boy who Ichiro assumed was the older brother.

It’s not until Ramuda headbutts Samatoki in the middle of their squabbling and Samatoki falls unconscious, most likely concussed that the surrealism of the situation really catches up to Ichiro.

What the hell is my life now?

“So, if the three of us are all in this world since we all got caught up in the illegal microphone, where’s sensei?”

After burying the bodies, because Jakurai would’ve been hella disappointed in them if they hadn’t, Ramuda was finally back on the road with Jakurai on his back. But man, Jakurai was heavy. The box was supposed to be made out of some extremely light wood according to Haganezuka, but that was a fat lie. Maybe Jakurai was just fat, Ramuda snickers quietly in his mind.

Focusing back to the present, Ramuda’s mind stuttered to a halt at the question. Fuck. How the hell was he supposed to answer that?

So everyone we knew got killed by the demon king and then turned Jakurai in to a demon and know here we are, with me being a demon slayer and looking for a way to turn Jakurai back and Jakurai now sleeps in a box most of the time and is also toddler-sized! Buy hey! We’re alive at least!

Yeah, that wasn’t going to go over too well.

"Uhhh... Yeeeah... About that... The old man is kinda, uh." Ramuda sweats his way through the conversation, "I'll tell you guys when we get have time to rest, 'kay?"

Thankfully, both Ichiro and Samatoki let the issue rest, but Ramuda could tell that neither were too satisfied with Ramuda putting off the conversation. It doesn’t take too much longer though, before they reach a mansion with a wisteria printed on the door.

“Caww – Rest! Rest!” Ramuda’s crow calls, “The injured will rest until fully healed!”

“Eh,” Ramuda questions, “We get to rest now, even though I had to fight while injured,” he asks, mildly ticked off.

“Coming…”

“A monster?!” He hears Ichiro whisper to himself. Ichiro seriously watched too much anime, Ramuda thinks to himself as he rolled his eyes.

“You are the demon slayers, right?” The old lady who answered the door asks. She bows, “Please, come in.”

Ramuda steps into the wisteria house. This world was so, sostrange, but, even as Samatoki snarls suspiciously at everything and Ichiro freaks out over the littlest of things, it’s a bit better with friends.

By the way Jakurai knocks the back of the box, Ramuda was pretty sure the old man agreed too.

"So, about the old man. We kinda ended up together," Ramuda starts explaining, "Like he ran a clinic and everything and I lived there for a while."

"Eh, did he stay behind?" Ichiro questioned, confused to where this conversation was going. Samatoki is nodding next to him, confused.

"About two years back, we... the clinic got attacked by a demon. Muzan," Ramuda breaths, "And the old man..."

Ichiro and Samatoki's eyes widen. Was Jakurai dead?

"... Jakurai got turned into a demon," Ramuda finally admits. He turns towards the box and raps his knuckles on it.

"Yo, old man. Are you coming out or not? You've been asleep in there for ages!"

The door of the box swings open, a tiny hand revealing itself before its owner crawls out, purple hair splayed everywhere.

"What," Samatoki breathlessly stares, "the fuck."

A toddler-sized Jinguji Jakurai stares back, muzzled mouth quirking down and an unimpressed look plastered on his child-like face.

[lesbianshinobus]

Hello! Are you still taking hc requests? May I request for a Giyuu x s/o being parental figures to the quartet? Thank you! ❤

oh i absolutely love this prompt. dad giyuu and the quartet as your kids is just *chefs kiss* to narrow it down, i went with reader being a demon slayer but not a pillar. thanks for sending this in, i had a lot of fun with it!

you meet the four kids during the pillar training; you’ve heard a lot about them, seeing as one of them has a demon for a sister and your lover told oyakata-sama that he’ll commit seppuku if she kills anyone

you’re a bit harsh at first, trying to figure out what they’re like and what their intentions are; but let’s be real, how mean can you be to a bunch of kids, especially to someone like tanjirou? you melt quickly

your opinion on them brightens more once tanjirou manages to get giyuu to participate in training; not only that, but giyuu has a better outlook on life, instead of being consumed by self-doubt and what happened to sabito

you watch tanjirou, zenitsu, and inosuke during training and instruct them on what they can improve, what they’re doing wrong; you’re surprised by how they fast they pick things up from you

inosuke insists on fighting you, to your annoyance, so you finally accept—you win, except that only results in him wanting rematches; the guy will hound you over it whenever you see each other

after a long day of training, you and giyuu wind up eating dinner with the kids, even paying for meals if you go out to eat. it keeps happening until it’s almost a daily occurrence

giyuu is soft on tanjirou but he doesn’t know the others; he’s awkward just like he is around most, sporting blank expressions and stiff shoulders—inosuke and zenitsu both wonder how he can be a pillar with such little charisma

tanjirou wants you to meet nezuko, and how can you say no to that face? so you do, not sure what to expect, and yet you’re still not prepared for the cute girl who blinks up at you; even giyuu isn’t sure what to make of her, and he’s met her before

a few days in, she falls asleep on you, completely at peace at your side (one time she falls asleep on giyuu, who has no idea what to do and shoots you pleading looks that you just snicker at)

nezuko likes her hair being played with, so tanjirou will braid her hair from time to time; noticing how bad he is at it, you show him how to do it. since she likes it so much, some evenings you and tanjirou will try out new hairstyles on her hair

zenitsu comes to giyuu for love advice, since he’s in a relationship and all (despite having very little personality, in zenitsu’s opinion); after getting terrible advice, zenitsu decides to just ask you instead from then on

at some point, the kids more or less invite themselves to your house, you even make food for them and dust off a few board games that you have lying around; you stay up late arguing over who won, munching on snacks, just having a good time

afterwards, when the four of them are dozed off, you and giyuu move them onto futons and then. stare at them

you: so…are we just taking care of four kids now

giyuu: i think so. maybe.

[aresuna]

What are tanjiros and Nezukos attitudes like in this au? Tanjiro looks a little creepy in a good way!

Well, they are a bit hardend up, they are still the very kind people and pretty young but they will not hesitate if one of them is in danger.

Nezuko is the more untrusting one and she still has problems to speak so she rarely talks to people who she doesn't know.

She is also more aware of everything than in the series since she has been a demon longer in this au.

Tanjirou also speaks a bit less with others who don't know about Nezuko since he knows he can't lie, he doen't want to try and fail if someone asks a sesitive question about him and Nezuko. He's still the mom friend tho.

However Tanjirou and Nezuko are more fokused on finding the cure especially now that another family member of their new one is a demon as well. Since they are always looking for the cure and Muzan they don't really get that close to the other Hashira. The Hashiras do still like the Kamados a lot though.

However the problem is a bit like with Giyuu, Tanjirou doen't really think he should be one of the Hashira since he has 'a more selfish' reason to fight demons. He just wants to find a cure for Nezuko and maybe get his revenge.

Nezuko also distances herself from the others since she feels like everyone might feel uncomfortable around her and her obviously demonic eyes.

They are more open than other demon slayers @ demons of course since they know first hand how demons can turn out. They will first check how many humans they have killed and observe, if it's a fresh demon they will wait and observe but act before anything trerrible might happen.

With Tamayo, they were careful at first but knew they were good people and now they are considered great friends.

They never found Muzan in the AU until the day came that sabito and giyuu came in their lives.

But they have a big hatred for Muzan and big family love for Sabito and Giyuu. Of course they count Urokodaki and Makomo as Family as well.

[fortune-fool02]

Lessons of the Departed

Caesar Zeppeli x Ghost, male reader

Requested by: @mangankadraws

For those who might be confused, the reader is similar to Mokomo and Sabito from Demon Slayer. Please enjoy.

A pained grunt ripped from Caesar, stumbling back a little from the strike and trying to quickly regain his footing to dodge the incoming attack. It has been almost a year now since Lisa Lisa took Caesar under her wing to teach him how to master his Hamon. 

Though, it was only the recent months that he met [Name]. The man appeared to be no older than himself, telling Caesar that he had trained under Lisa Lisa as well long ago. In his time of knowing the teenager, Caesar had learned one thing: 

[Name] was easily more powerful than him. His speed was far faster than Caesar and a single strike from the [Hair colour] male had sent him flying across the courtyard when they first met. Those [Eye colour] eyes held a storm in them, a consequence of the battles he has been through and the re-enforcement of the steel shell he had encased himself into, sharpening himself into a weapon.

A sharp kick struck Caesar’s knee, forcing him down and another kick connected to his head, knocking him to the rough ground. His breathing was uneven and shallow from the pain, exhausted and worn out. [Name] stood above him, foot pressing down on his chest, not hard enough to hurt but more of a way to show the victory is his. 

“You need to focus more, Caesar! If I was your enemy, you would have been killed before the battle even started.” This was a common endurance. [Name] would point out these flaws, his tone harsh as he spoke though he had a reason to be so. As mentioned repeatedly in these training sessions, [Name] was showing the same level of aggression and force as if he was, indeed, Caesar’s enemy for it was the only way for one to train properly. 

Caesar nodded, sweat trickling down his face as he sat upright, trying to even out his breathing. [Name] watched this, the storm in his eyes softening somewhat. These techniques and sessions were draining but they were necessary. It was what Lisa Lisa taught him and so he was going to help her teach Caesar, even if she was unaware of it. 

“Go rest. We will continue tomorrow.” he told the blonde teen, holding his hand out to help him up. Caesar accepted his hand, standing back up. Before [Name] could turn and walk away, Caesar spoke. 

“[Name], how come I don’t see you anywhere else on the island?” That was something he had noticed a bit ago. He never saw [Name] anywhere else on the island aside from this section of the courtyard. He never saw him in the halls. He never saw him at dinner. Only in this part of the courtyard. 

“I have no other purpose to be anywhere else other than here. I am here to help you, Caesar.” And with that, he turned and walked off. 

***

That stuck with him. [Name] served no other purpose than to help him train? The man was determined, Caesar would give him that. Yet there was this way he said it. A form of...sorrow in his voice? He couldn’t quite explain it. It was as if [Name] knew no other purpose of life, no other reason to exist.

He made his way back inside, those words still echoing in his mind. Perhaps Lisa Lisa might know what [Name] meant by that. It just confused him. [Name] never spoke of any family nor friends, nothing of his life before training under Lisa Lisa. Now that he thought about it, Lisa Lisa never spoke of anyone else as her student aside from Caesar.

“Excuse me, Coach.” he spoke politely to the Hamon Master as he approached her. Lisa Lisa set her book down and turned to him, noticing the traces of exhaustion that painted him, clear evidence he has just finished training. 

“Yes, Caesar? What is it?” she asked, turning her full attention to her student, her composure calm and collected. 

“How come you have not mentioned [Name] to me before?” The second he mentioned that name, she froze. For the first time since he has known her, she seemed thrown off guard, a deer in the headlights, even if it was for a moment. 

“How do you know that name?” Her tone had lost a few scrapes of the calmness to it, a whisper of disbelief hidden beneath it that also flickered in her eyes. Confusion knotted in Caesar at this reaction, 

“I have been training with him for the past six months. Why? Is he not supposed to be here?” The more he looked, the more he could see the barrier in Lisa Lisa’s eyes flickering despite her attempts to remain strong. She took a calming breath, regaining her composure before looking at Caesar. 

“Caesar, [Name] was my previous student. He was a skilled Hamon user, a good lad who held potential.” Her words were soft as she spoke, genuine. A sense of pride stitched into them along with something else, the same something that made her eyes flicker with emotion. 

“Was?” Caesar had easily noticed the past-phrasing in his coach’s words. Taking another breath, Lisa Lisa looked at him. 

“[Name] died during combat a little over a year ago. We had gotten a report of vampire activity involving the Stone Masks and he went...but he never returned.” Soft whispers of sorrow sprinkled her words at the memory of the [Hair colour] teenager. “I was told of his fate. He died protecting another Hamon user who was badly wounded.” 

Those words sunk into his head, swimming around his skull. [Name] was killed over a year ago? But then that meant...A stone dropped in his stomach, coldness brushing over his bones and tugging at them. 

***

[Name] stood there, the same way he always did with his hands folded behind his back, posture straight as he waited for Caesar. His [Eye colour] eyes held a softer look in them unlike the usual storm in them. He knew that Caesar knew. He could tell by the way Caesar looked at him, his emerald green eyes held that glint in them when they knew something you hadn’t told them.

Neither of them spoke at first, they just stood there, looking at one another. “Why didn’t you tell me?” The blonde Italian asked, his tone calm as he spoke despite the situation. Every day for the past six months, he has been training with someone who was not even with him. 

“Would you have believed me?” the [Hair colour] male shot back, his tone mirroring Caesar’s. It was a fair question. Would you believe someone if they were a ghost? Especially if you could interact with them? Regardless of this, [Name] stood tall, his eyes softer than before. “I am here to help you, Caesar. To make sure you don’t fail where I did. Now,” He turned his posture, ready to attack, “Show me how you have grown.” 

The battle was different than their previous ones, there was this drive in Caesar that wasn’t present before, a fuel given to make his flame burn brighter. [Name] felt pride pluck at his chest at this, dodging Caesar’s strike and going to land his own attack only for it to be blocked. He could feel the determination that burned inside of the blonde. Perhaps he will be able to succeed where he failed? He could only pray. 

Hamon flowed through Caesar’s body as fluent as his own blood as he landed the final strike on [Name], forcing the [Hair colour] male backwards and onto the ground. Silence hung in the air like smoke. He had done it. Caesar had finally beaten [Name]. He sat upright, getting onto his feet and looked at Caesar. A smile on his lips, a relieved smile. 

“Well done, Caesar. Your Hamon is strong and you are growing closer to mastery of it.” As he spoke, he could see the look in Caesar’s emerald eyes. Both of them knew what this meant. Still, [Name] smiled. “You no longer need me.” 

Despite this, Caesar wanted to remain with [Name]. He didn’t want this to end but he knew better so he simply bowed his head at the ghost, “Thank you for your training, [Name]. I hope you find the peace you need.” 

[Name] bowed his head back at Caesar. “I already have. Please, Caesar, don’t fail where I did. Don’t let your flame die out.” 

Caesar nodded at him. “I won’t, [Name].” 

And with that, [Name] simply faded away with the light fog. No trace of him ever being there was left behind aside from the memory in Caesar’s mind. He won’t let [Name]’s death for naught, not his lessons nor his teachings. 

[dudeandduchess]

“I remembered to not put metal in the microwave this time!” because Sabito most definitely caused a house fire leaving a fork or spoon in a bowl and slapping that thing into the microwave without batting an eye 😂

Heyyyy Biz, hope you like it. I don’t even know where I went with this. 😂✨✨✨

***

Sabito x F!S/O: “I remembered to not put metal in the microwave this time!” (Cookery Prompts, Modern AU, SFW Scenario):

Note: Implications of a polyamorous relationship with Giyuu.

The sheer silence inside the house when (Y/n) entered already had her hair standing on end because, if she were to be honest, the house she shared with both of her lovers was anything but quiet— especially when Sabito was the one who was left at home.

Usually, on the rare days that Sabito wasn’t on-duty at the hospital, he was watching TV on the couch— snacking on some pre-made food that either Giyuu or (Y/n) had left for him before they left for their jobs; but that wasn’t the case at that moment.

It was quiet. Too quiet.

There was no sound of cars exploding from the TV, or even gunshots being fired from whatever movie that Sabito found entertaining enough to watch. So, when the first clink of metal hitting plastic rang through the air, (Y/n) immediately dropped her bag and raced over to the kitchen.

Because— as all of them had established— Sabito was not allowed to cook while she and Giyuu were out of the house. The most he could do was cook rice with the rice cooker, and fry an egg, or even make some sushi or sahimi, but that was the full extent of his kitchen privileges.

In no way was he allowed to make anything else; not even use the microwave, especially after he managed to break the last one after leaving the fork inside his bowl of spaghetti.

“Sabito?” The young woman cried out, trying to tamp down the panic in her voice— since she still wanted to give her lover the benefit of the doubt— but when she heard him begin pressing buttons on the microwave, she called once again, “Sabito!”

“You’re early, (Y/n). How was work?” Sabito asked with a smile, as he opened his arms for a hug; one that his lover gave him hesitantly, while he locked his own arms around her and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“It was okay. I thought we agreed that you’re not allowed to use the microwave anymore?” She asked gently, as she looked at him with a quirked eyebrow. 

“I was hungry, and we had spaghetti in the fridge,” He answered with such a boyish grin that it made (Y/n)’s heart flutter inside her chest. She guessed that he may have learned his lesson about putting metal in a microwave. “Look, I even remembered not to put metal in the microwave this time.”

He untangled one arm from around her, then held the fork in his right hand up for her to see. 

“Alright, fine. You want a star for that?”

Sabito rolled his eyes at her snarky words, while gently tugging at her hair to get her to behave. “Real funny. I was just showing you.”

At that, (Y/n) giggled and shook her head— before reaching up to press the start button on the microwave; since Sabito had left it idly blinking his set time.

“I guess you can get your microwave privilege ba-” But she was cut off from speaking any further, when the container inside the microwave caught on fire.

A scream tore free from her lips, as Sabito hurriedly opened the door to the appliance and got the flaming container— tossing it into the sink along with the fork and quickly turning the tap on to douse the flames out.

“I thought you didn’t put any more metal inside? It caught on fire, Sabito!” She screeched, as she whirled around and poked her peach-haired lover in the chest. “You didn’t even take off the foil lining we put inside the container?”

“How was I supposed to know that you lined the thing with foil?” Sabito protested, as a pout made its way onto his lips. “And why do we even have white containers? Can’t we have transparent ones like normal people?”

In all fairness, he did have a point there; because she and Giyuu just knew that they lined the bowl with foil when they stored spaghetti, so that it wouldn’t stain the plastic. But his last point… “They were gifts from Rengoku and his wife, dumbass.”

That effectively shut Sabito up, which made (Y/n) sigh and run both of her hands down her face in complete disdain; because what happened meant that they had to get another microwave. “Look at what you did. You’re so lucky that Giyuu and I love you, Sabito.”

“What I did? You’re the one who pressed start.” The peach-haired man answered with a hint of smugness in his tone; only to have him immediately clutch his chest when (Y/n) reared her hand back and landed a punch on the right side of it.

“You’re telling Giyuu how this happened— as punishment. And you’re not allowed to cook in the kitchen. Ever.”

With a huff of breath, Sabito contritely looked up at his lover, then muttered softly. “I’m sorry.”

“You should be! You killed the microwave!”

“You’re supposed to say that it’s alright!” He protested indignantly, and if she wasn’t so irritated with him, she would have laughed at the way that he looked as if he was barely containing the urge to stomp his right foot like an errant child.

Sometimes (Y/n) wondered how Sabito managed to become a doctor, when he was so childish. Then again, it perfectly explained why he was a pediatrician.

“It’s not alright, because that was a brand-new microwave!”

Sabito was just about to answer, when the sound of the front door opening and closing echoed throughout the apartment, which was followed by a soft, ‘I’m home’ from Giyuu.

“You’re telling him!” (Y/n) hissed right at Sabito, only to be locked in the aforementioned man’s arms the moment she screamed Giyuu’s name. “Sabito broke the-”

But she never got to say anything further than that, because Sabito quickly slanted his mouth over his lover’s; chasing after her own mouth when she tried to pull away, and even going as far as to bury his hand in her hair, so that she wouldn’t be able to pull away from him.

In the end, he did tell Giyuu what had happened; and he also cleaned up the mess he made by basically drowning the leftover spaghetti.

[molachaka]

cigarettes - sabito (fluff)

Assumptions made the boy hesitate to give his heart to her.

"You're smoking?"

Sabito did not reply to your high-pitched question, instead, inhaling more of the aired wisps and letting it out in the night, swept off with wind.

Offended at the lack of response, you stomped towards the man on the park and pulled the cancer stick out of his fingers – the putrid smell of acid smoke burns your nose unpleasantly, scrunching your face on the process.

Your coworker did not move on the bench, but he did set his eyes on you before huffing out the smoke in his mouth. Right on your face.

"Ugh, Sabito-!" You coughed and swat the dirty air away, completely letting go of the still burning stick to the ground.

The pink-haired man couldn't help but chuckle pleasantly at your reaction - finding it adorably cute, before grimacing at that sudden thought and looking back at the bright city view behind you with more focus than needed.

Truthfully told, he likes you – even much so that he thinks he might be falling for you. Any other day, he would have repeatedly tease you, soak up your attention – both good and bad – and try to get some charm points to get you to notice him but...

News on the corps you're already dating someone. On the fucking internet. Who the fuck does that?

Sabito scorned at the thought of losing you to some stranger he couldn't even punch of.

That's why he's here, smoking miles away from where you parked on your own car, but can you believe his terrible luck? You're here too.

His mind wants to ease his thoughts off you, take his moment to be fond of the cigarette taste in his tongue rather than his mind wandering of what your kiss would taste like, and maybe perhaps go to a bar and drink this stupid, dejected feeling away.

But here you are; your very being torments him in such, disgusting(ly good) way.

"You shouldn't smoke you damn idiot! You already got sick last week with a stupid cold," you crossed your arms and shot him an unhappy look, giving him your side eye with a cute sneer to boot. 

"Now you're going to kill yourself slowly with a literal cancer stick? Unbelievable!" You lecture him as you always do whenever you see him doing 'bad' things, and usually... he would have soaked them all up as he watches your lips move tantalizingly, wandering when he could kiss them until he'll snapped out by a good slap on the back with a foreboding threat coming from you.

This time, he's not in the mood to even breathe in the same air as you. Sabito did not hide his growing frown. He doesn't know if you're doing this for fun, or you're just torturing him. Because all of you - your words, your act - they all seems to relay on him with mixed messages.

And he hates them. He's sick of them. Perhaps part of you for dating someone else that isn't him too. But he also hated the fact you're acting 'concern' to him when just a day ago, you threw a memo pad on his temple after taking the last bite from your pudding.

With your hurtful words of his habit traveling from one ear and another, Sabito mused at that one thought.

He has to say, the dessert you craved so much is sweeter with your taste on it. Always have been. Then again, he couldn't pull the same stunt anymore now that you're in a 'relationship'.

Sabito let out a long, dreaded sigh at such reality. With an aggro tone, the man folded his hands on his chest and blankly stared at you with tired lavender eyes.

"Now why would you care?"

Your jaw dropped at his sudden question and your eyes widened in disbelief – shutting yourself up from your minutes long lecture about the importance of a healthy lung.

He usually just listens to you with a sly smirk on his face, so you didn't expect him to ask such a trivial question now out of the blue.

You expected him to defend himself – maybe tease his way out like other times - not counter you with such a sentimental question.

"It's bad for the health!" You retorted quickly, too quickly for the pillar to notice your ever blushing form. "It's common sense!"

"Common sense?" Sabito tilted his head like a sly fox scrutinizing its prey. "Do you snatch cigarettes from every smoking person you see in this district?"

One of your eye twitched at his sarcastic tone, before blushing madly at the way his amethyst eyes looked up at you with sharpness that makes you feel judged.

"N-no, but-"

Sabito hummed nonchalantly, sitting straight from the bench and walked towards you.

"Is that so?"

Each step he takes is like an earthquake that shook your core, and with an expression like that; Narrowed eyes, teasing grin and a sense of luster of colors in those purple mirrors - you couldn't help but be frozen in your place out of shock of this new light on his personality.

"I'm asking you again this time," Sabito took your chin with his thin fingers, the pads rough on your skin and creating an evident contrast that warms your cheek. When his sharp nose brushed on yours, you felt your breath-hitching in your throat. You find it impossible to pull yourself away, especially when he's staring you down with soulful lidded eyes.

He exhaled, the warmth on his breath flushing your face just as his question did to your chest.

"Why do you care?"

The telltale of smoke in his breath lingers, and you feel like you're melting from both the heat from your cheeks and the way his body pressing against yours.

"I-I," you gulped, heart ramming in your chest – vision dizzying from the focus you have instilled in his stare. "Just care for you..."

A hand gripped your shoulder, squeezing them with a tight hold - and before you know it, you're pinned on the nearby street lamp with Sabito smirking down at you like a predator would a helpless prey.

"Easy, isn't it?" Warm lips stretched tantalizingly slow, before disappearing besides you - the soft flesh skimming against your ear.

He whispered your name huskily. "I'd like more of your honesty next time."

___

Sabito spat out the tea you prepared for him, getting an earful from you at the process. "Can you not? I just finished cleaning the house."

"So you're saying..." His body started shaking at suppressing his laughter as his fingers traveled up to his hair and gripped on them - eyes closed and a big aloof grin on his face. "You're 'dating' an anime character? On a game?"

My kami. Why.

You slumped your shoulders exaggeratedly and looked at him with a lost, yet annoyed expression. "Is it really that hard to believe?"

He cannot. Sabito can't-

Full blown laughter echoed around the room - the deep octaves of his voice trembled in your chest as you tried hard to scrubbed the tea of your beloved floor.

"Shut up" You shouted, embarrassed and cheeks warm from his joy. "I'd rather date someone who'll love me for me even if they're just two dimensional."

Laughter soon became dying wheezes as Sabito threw himself on the floor at your reply - cradling his stomach as tears bites his lavender eyes. Shit, he doesn't know if he'll feel bad at your predicament or relieved that you're single, but holy shit.

Why have you torture him with this information? Why? He might as well sounds like a broken woodpecker right now.

You glared at this man before throwing a dry towel at his face in tantrum, hoping he'd suffocate from it. "Well if you think that's funny - don't dare try to kiss me and ask if I'm single on the same night, you damn idiot." Crossing your arms, you couldn't help but puff your cheeks at the memory - sure it affected you since you do care for this man more than you wanted to but, you felt belittled after telling the damn truth. "I should've just screamed rape when I had the chance."

"You know," Sabito composed himself, a hand on your coffee table as he inhaled the much needed air for his lungs. "You don't need to date something two dimensional. When you can date me."

The sight of your face suddenly fuming red made the man laugh an easy laugh and he did not hesitate in pulling you against him for another kiss.

And the way you melted against him made him crave for more.

Sabito cradled your head and gripped your hair with a soft hold, tugging on it lightly to make you gasp. The air that escaped your lips traveled down in his stomach in a pleasant buzz. He captured your lips with ferocity that melted your frame against him, his hand traveling down to hold you down on his lap to feel you more.

Your arms snaked around his neck, and the weight of them settled on his chest as your own pressed against his - the feel of your tongue against his own drugged him with lust, and he pulled himself away from your lips to trail down kisses down your neck to savor more of you; groaning appreciatively when your back arched before him. And the moaned you gave him when he latched on your neck with a soft bite egged him to do more.

The way you smell... your reactions, and how you feel above him - all of those did no justice with the way you uttered his name in a breathless plea, and it made him stop to kiss your lips with a lust-filled apology leaving his own.

Because Sabito hopes you'd forgive him for what he'll do to you tonight.

When he only need to ask the truth and receive hers.

[hauntingthepithofyourmarrow]

ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕤

How do they feel about people shorter/taller than them? Sabito likes a height advantage. It strokes that protective tick within the spectre. He’s  5'9" according to the fandom wiki page.  He also likes high places.  A top a large boulder, the roof of a shrine, tree tops. Prefers to keep his eyes on the horizon to know what’s coming. 

What are they like on social media? (What’s their username, profile pic, etc.) In a modern AU he’s that guy who does NOT have social media. He’s too busy training, stirring up trouble and slaying demons. 

Their sexuality? Bisexual, heavily dependent upon chemistry. He likes who he likes. 

Preferred weather? Cooler weather, he tends to be hot blooded even when in haunting mode. His initial touch is cool but if he lingers one will feel his internal fire.

What’s their sleeping schedule? He dose tuck in to catch some Z’s but its usually late. Bit of a night owl. But an early riser for he’d rather be awake experiencing every moment during his second chance at life. 

Favorite music? Anything. He’s easy going. 

How’s their cooking? He can cook, you won’t die of starvation. But he is no culinary genius. He finds it calming, centering and prefers grilling. He cleans up after himself too!

It’s movie night, what movie do they pick? Modern AU -something funny. But truthfully, he doesn’t mind as long as he can cuddle you so HARD on the couch.

How would they hold up in a pillow war? Be shocked you threw the first blow and then be keen to jump in and make a mess of downy feathers flying everywhere. Probably steal kisses in-between getting way-laid by pillow fluff.

What’s their sleeping position? Spooning YOU. SideNote: He sleeps in the nude, again -hot blooded- even though he’s a anomaly.  

Who do they go to for comfort? Giyuu usually since they are best friends or Urokodaki. However, relationship's are developing for him so more names could be added to this list. 

Something small that they enjoy? Everything. He’s into the details. Why? Because its a second chance to partake in the little things that most take for granted. Often times it hits him when he least expects it. He will get unusually silent and sorta stare at what ever it was that tripped his wires and caused him to stop and regard carefully. 

How do they feel about physical contact by others? Secretly, he relishes it and will bask in such affections only to flip the switch and pour his attentions upon the deliverer, ten fold. Big time cuddle bug. Expect him to rub your back at night until you drift off to sleep. Hand caresses. Kisses. Butt pats. Hugs. His haunting cup runneth over! 

What is enough to bring them to tears? Break his heart. 

Biggest pet peeve? People who lie. 

How well do they take care of themselves? Very well. He brushes that peachy mane of his believe it or not. But no matter what he does it still goes feral and spiky. He’s a clean bloke, taking the time after rigorous training to wash up. Get rest, eats very very well. 

What’s something they like that may be surprising to others? Your laughter. He will do just about anything to illicit a laugh out of you. Even make fun of himself just to see you smile and crack up. Blushes too. He simply cannot resist the bodies own mechanism of betraying what’s on someone's mind right before his very own eyes. He collects them. 

Do they consider others family? Yes, his friends are his family.  Sakonji Urokodaki is the Father figure who adopted him and he treasures that man above all. 

Any bad habits that they have? He’s impetuous. Moves like a hurricane according to some. But this has a drawback, leading his sorry ass into burn out. 

What’s their idea of a perfect vacation? Anywhere close to a body of water. 

Do they get lost easily? No. Will they ask for directions if they are? Yes, no shame. He’s got things to do and will not waste time being lost. 

The strangest thing they have ever seen? His death. 

How well do they accept advice? He listens and weighs it accordingly but most often, others come to him for advice. 

How much do they swear? Fairly often. f uc k being a favorite word and dammit or damn.  

How do they take advice given to them?  He listens and weighs it accordingly. Ultimately, its his fate and he will chose his path but he considers what others have to say especially those he trusts.

Do they like being in pictures? Good luck trying to catch a picture of a phantom. 

Is there anything they’re bad at? He can be fickle when it comes to his affections. If things start to feel one sided or he keeps getting warnings that this situation is not going to work out or his affections are not returned, he will roll. Second chance at life is too short. He can also not be so forthcoming about his emotions, figures a man would suffer in silence BUT he’s getting better especially with another chance at it. He can be a brute when slipping into drill Sargant mode but he will also be the first to tell you ‘you can do it’

What’s their morning schedule? Early riser. Training and or meditation. Break of the fast, then a quick clean up and he’s out the door, on the move -->seizing the day.

Any past injuries? He died. The Hand Demon killed and ate him. Sometimes his body will ache way down to the marrow of his bones. This is when you will find him in a sauna or hot spring to relive the pain. Sooth his soul physically and emotionally for water brings this man a great deal of comfort. It is his element. He does have various scars across his body here and there, from demon attacks and training. 

Something that disgusts them? Again, beings who lie straight to your face. 

If You Would Like To Do This You Can Find It  

 卄 乇 尺 乇  

[tanjirou-imagines]

Could you do a sad imagine where Giyuu’s girl is turned into a demon and he has to kill her or his s/o just severely injured and on the verge of dying? I really like agnst and I don’t see a lot of sad imagines out there

just a taste of the angst yet to come….. 🖤

manga spoilers for giyuu

Giyuu’s s/o is turned into a demon and he has to kill them

Giyuu Tomioka hasn’t cried since the day Sabito died.

There were times when he’d come close, years ago as a slayer still new to the Corps, but he’d always retained some control over himself, reining in tears before they could ever come out. Since Sabito’s death, he’d never cried. 

Until now.

Giyuu tries to make it as painless as he can. One quick cut. If it had been another demon, if it had been any other demon, he wouldn’t have winced from the sound his sword makes, but this time he does. It’s the sound of your life ending. Or… was your life already over the moment you turned into a demon?

As his sword goes through your neck, Giyuu turns around. He catches your head just before it can fall to the ground like your body does. The abruptness of his turn sends Giyuu to his knees. The strength to keep himself standing had left him when he’d seen what you now are.

In his arms you grunt, clenching and unclenching your jaw. Your sharp teeth catch on Giyuu’s haori. He doesn’t care if you bite him. Giyuu cradles your head. It’s your last moment together and he won’t spend it without holding you once.

“I’m sorry…” Giyuu cries harder, tightening his arms around your head, your hair spilling over his sleeves. “I should’ve been there for you.”

Giyuu’s time with you is running out. Along with your body on the ground, your head starts to disintegrate into tiny countless grains of ash. Giyuu blinks through his tears, realizing you’ve stopped trying to bite him. He looks down, stunned by the smile he sees on your face. Your eyes—those of a demon’s now—stare at him without any malice, any thirst. Like you’re finally seeing Giyuu, like you’re remembering when you were human.

Giyuu brushes hair out of your eyes. He can’t delay the disintegration, but he feels a tear that isn’t his own land on his fingers—it’s from you. Before a second can follow though, all Giyuu has in his hands is the space where you’d been.

It’s in this moment that Giyuu feels like he understands Tanjirou more than he ever has, since his meeting with the boy and his sister on that snowy day. To love someone so much you’d want them to keep living, even as a demon. But Giyuu couldn’t allow it, the promise he’d made to you long ago one he’d had to keep.

You’d still been human, alive.

“Giyuu, can you promise me something?”

“What is it?” He didn’t like the sound of your voice when you’d asked. In that voice, questions like those were always serious, especially when it came with a promise attached.

“If I ever turn into a demon, will you promise to kill me?”

Giyuu whipped around from the sword in his hand, which he’d been polishing off, to face you. “That’s not going to happen.” He clutched the hilt of his sword, thinking of his dead family. His sister.

“Please,” you said, putting a hand over Giyuu’s until his own relaxed on the hilt. “If I do, I want to die before I hurt you or anyone else.”

You had such a pleading look in your eyes. You didn’t want to argue over this and neither did Giyuu. You wouldn’t turn into a demon. It’d never happen.

Believing that, Giyuu had said, “I promise.”

He remembers his promise now as the rain starts to fall, as though the heavens are mocking Giyuu. Mocking him for being the Water Pillar, and yet unable to save the only one he loved. Telling him he doesn’t deserve to be a Pillar when Giyuu already knows it. And he knows something else now.

He isn’t meant to be loved.

[diesel-inthecar]

Fox demon Sabito being mischievous little fucker plz. Bonus for terrorizing his gf

Damn aight 👀👍

If foxes are mischievous then so is Fox demon sabito.

If he's a fox demon I wanna say he can turn into a fox...?

He'll definitely want to come on missions with you if your a demon slayer.

You mostly travel thru forests especially when it cloudy. The clouds and trees blocking the sun is perfect if Sabito wants to come out of the box and hang around you. Sometimes he'll wander off since he's a curious boy. One time he didn't come back after a while and you got scared that another demon had came out and killed or even a demon slayer.

You started to call out his name, but it soon turned to sobbing. Sabito heard this and came straight for you. When he was confused as to why you were crying. Did someone hurt you? When you told him he felt realllly bad. So after your mission it was a bunch if hugs, kisses n' cuddles.

After that you trusted him more going on his own. Sometimes you guys make it a game of hide n seek. Whoever wins has to make dinner for the night.

But this one time had really scared you.

Sabito had gone wandering off again. You calm and relaxed by the sounds of the forest but you stayed alert incase of a demon.

Next thing you knew a demon had jumped out at you. Since it caught you off guard you couldn't get a good look of its face nor a good attack on the demon.

But your reflexes kicked in a quickly pulled out your sword. You had just cut off its arm. It landed behind you with a whimper. You turned around to get a good look at the demon only to be greeted by sabito.

Your eyes widened in true horror. You screamed but quickly placed your hands on your mouth. You could've killed him.

Sabito feels s o b a d . He had never intended for either of you to get hurt. But he should've known that you would have reflexes and done some kind of attack.

Once his arm grows back your already full blow crying. He trys to show you that he's fine and his arm regenerated back.

He'll take you back to your guys house. Cuddles all night, even if you try to push away from him he'll slip into your arms. He'll be constantly apologising, he'll even compliment you on your reflexes to try and make you feel better.

You eventually forgive him cause he's to cute to say no to. F a c t s

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[demonslayedher]

Hi! I really love all the cultural aspects you help us understand! Your blog is really the best! I'm curious about a small impression I had when trying to read the manga (my japanese is still pretty bad! :c) Does any character have a particular way of speaking that is lost in translation? Kinda like something I remember reading somewhere about how the Rengoku family uses very traditional-archaic terms (even for Taisho period) when speaking.

Aww, thank you! I do my best.

That said, I will always second myself on the finer points of language, but I had that sense about Rengoku-san too. I love the "umu!!" XD Another character who speaks in a very similar manner is Kija from Akatsuki no Yona, whose village maintains very archaic customs, so the old speaking style kind of makes sense.

I went to a native speaker and fellow nerd friend to get her take on this (since you mentioned knowing a little Japanese I'll leave her comments as-is):

Rengoku-san often use words we don't use often nowadays.

Like, "うむ！" or"よもやよもや" or "穴があったら入りたい！".

Some of my friends and I even searched the meaning of よもや on Google lol!

In Kimetsu, Gotoge-sensei (often called as ワニ先生) use different way of speaking according to how the characters grew up.

Since Rengoku-san seems to have a rich family with an historical background, he speaks like well-bred.

It doesn't sound like Samurai but it sounds dignified.

On the other hand, Sanemi speaks more roughly.

He had a bad father and his family looked not rich.

ワニ先生 said he went around poor and insecurity area to kill demons on his own before he enter Kisatsu-tai, and the way he speaks got rougher than when he was living with family.

In Japanese version, he stretchs out the end of the word. ex)何だァ？

Other characters also have some insignificant habits in the way they speak but the comparison of Rengoku and Sanemi is obvious.

But in the translated version, I think those expressions have been losted.

It's Taisho period but not too far from Edo and people still had older way of life especially in countryside like Tanjiro.

Teoni (the demon who killed Sabito) said Urokodaki-san trapped him there 47 years ago in Keio era which is a part of Edo period.

When you calculate the years, you can see the story sets somewhere between Taisho 1st to 4th.

It means many older people were born in Edo period, and people still had old way of speaking.

I hope it helps😉

(She is indeed so helpful. And a licensed tour guide if anyone ever needs a recommendation for one. : D)

I went on to tell her about how Genya's switch from Aniki to Niichan was translated as going from Sanemi to Nemi. She and a literature translator friend and I all agree, in working with a purely English translation, that was a cute and clever move. : 3

I have not seen Mugen Ressha with subtitles, I do not know how distracted I would be by translations of his speech manner. xD If I were to try to capture the same effect and really have fun with it, I might have him say things like "Preposterous!" or other slightly stiff but very confidently used phrasing of things. But in looking up a list of synonyms for "yes" to find something that seems right for "umu" (I was thinking "affirmative" but that seems to big a mouthful and too cold), I saw "amen" and now it's past midnight and I am laughing to myself at Rengoku-san shouting "Amen!" as a catchphrase. XDDD Wouldn't exactly make for a non-distracting translation.