#sanemi drabble

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it’s your fucking eyes that drive him insane. he wonders if you’re doing it on purpose or if you really don’t know the power you wield over him. he can barely focus on anything when you look at him, eyes wide and pretty. you have to be doing it on purpose and he feels the way his cock twitches in his pants.

he doesn’t think he can wait to get you home, not when you’re smiling at him whenever your eyes meet. you’re sitting pretty in the back of the main conference room, scrolling through your phone and humming quietly to yourself every time you see something you like.

he’s lost interest in the meeting, something about guns and shipments but his mind is preoccupied with thoughts of you and how pretty you look in that new dress he bought you.

it’s his favourite colour too and it doesn’t help that he’s fucked you in one just like that in his own office. he can feel your lips against his jaw and hear your pretty little whimpers and loud moans.

he thinks about how your eyes widen as you look up at him, his heavy cock on your tongue as you let him use your mouth to get off. he’s so whipped and he doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough of you.

how is it that you don’t have to do anything and he’s willing to fall on his knees just to please you. how would anyone take him seriously if they knew what a weak man he was when it came to anything involving you, your sweet pussy and those fucking eyes.

it’s the reason you’re so spoiled. you give him a sweet look with your doe eyes and he’s more than happy to break his bank even if he knows he has all the money in the world. he would give it all up just for you.

| gojo, sukuna, geto, sanemi, tengen&rengoku

[peachdues]

Veneration (Sanemi x F!Reader)

Good morning

Bundle of Joy one-shot featuring what Sanemi promised Y/N at the end of The Thing About Genya.

⚠️NSFW⚠️

CW: sanemi’s big ol’ breeding kink, creampies, Sanemi is a fuckin SIMP for his wife.

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“Fuck,” Sanemi growled, his hips setting a steady pace against his wife as his balls slapped languidly against the sumptuous curve of her ass. “Fuck, Y/N. You feel so fuckin’ good for me, baby.”

Y/N could only give a muffled groan in response as her husband’s cock dragged luridly in and out of her soaking heat, her face buried in the blankets now piled in a messy heap on the couple’s bed.

Sanemi chuckled, dark and sensual as he snapped his hips a little harder against her, knees nearly buckling as his wife’s cunt seized on him like a vice. “I don’t know how you expect me to not get you pregnant again,” he huffed, bringing a hand up to lightly slap his wife’s ass as it bounced against him. “Not when you’re gripping me this tight, darlin’.”

He’d already taken her twice since they’d been left alone, their daughter happily entertaining all three of Uzui’s wives as they’d walked off with her, knowing smiles on their faces.

Y/N had barely been able to slide the door of their manor shut before Sanemi had gently pushed her against the wall, got down on his knees, and feasted on her until she was practically doubled over his shoulder, begging for a break after he had pulled her third orgasm from her with just his tongue and fingers.

She’d tried to insist on returning the favor, lowering herself down to eye-level with his aching cock, but a hand under her chin had stopped her, forcing her to rise back up.

So Y/N’s “break” consisted of the time it took for Sanemi to scoop her up and carry her into their bedroom, where he’d thrown her up onto a dresser and slid into her welcoming and heavenly core.

Y/N muttered something incomprehensible into the bed. Sanemi gave her the courtesy of grabbing a fistful of her hair to pull her head up from the folds of the futon. “You’ll have to repeat yourself, sweetheart,” he cooed, “I didn’t catch that.”

Y/N moaned his name in response and Sanemi swelled with pride; he loved that he was the man — the only man — who would ever get to make his beautiful wife feel this intoxicated on his body.

“I said I want another baby,” she finally managed, her head falling back down against the sheets as she greedily pressed her hips back to meet Sanemi’s bruising thrusts.

Sanemi’s pace slowed to a near stop. Y/N groaned in complaint, swiveling her hips demandingly against him, urging him to move, but Sanemi’s grip on her hips stilled her.

“Y/N. Are you serious?” His voice was husky and low from his pleasure, but he knew he’d need to confirm that what she was asking for was her true will and not the product of being fucked absolutely senseless.

Y/N nodded into the pillow she’d been gripping. “I was going to talk to you about it the second Uzui’s wives left but you were too impatient,” she rocked her hips back against his in desperation, Sanemi’s fingers digging into the plump curve of her ass. “I didn’t take my medication today just in case.”

Sanemi’s heart thudded against his chest, as he remained silent for a moment.

Y/N’s eyes widened softly as she lifted her head to look back at her husband. “Sanemi, if you’re not ready, we can stop until I get my medication — oh.”

Sanemi renewed the thrust of his cock with vigor, gripping Y/N’s hips in his hands and half-pulling her up off the bed as he got into a squat, plunging into her faster and deeper than before. Y/N could do nothing but hold onto her blankets and for dear life.

“Fuckin’ hell sweetheart,” Sanemi grunted, “you shoulda said something sooner.” The sound of Sanemi lewdly pistoning in her sopping heat was drowned out by the new screams from Y/N, as Sanemi’s angle allowed him to repeatedly hit that spot in her that made her see stars.

“I’ll put as many kids in ya as you want.” He promised, nearly standing on the couple’s futon as he dragged Y/N’s lower hips with him. “You say the word, and I’ll provide.”

Sanemi suddenly pulled out and Y/N nearly screamed in frustration as her climax slipped away from her.

“Sorry baby,” though her husband didn’t sound like he was sorry at all. “But I wanna see your face when I knock you up again.”

With one strong arm wrapped around her middle, the Wind Hashira flipped his wife over so that she was facing him.

He pressed her against the futon, trailing his lips teasingly from her neck to her breasts, nipping and sucking at her soft mounds until he’d thoroughly marked them, before continuing down to her stomach.

His lips met where she’d carried their daughter and he shivered at the thought of seeing her full of another one of his children.

“I fuckin worship you, you know that?” He asked her as he knelt back on his knees and tugged her lower half until it lay flush against his thighs, her legs lying limply on either side of him. He lifted her hips enough to slide into her once more, his position allowing him a new, deeper angle and the perfect view of Y/N’s face as she cried out his name, her tits beginning to bounce as he started to thrust.

“Sanemi,” she moaned, and she sounded on the verge of tears. “Please, I’m so close.”

Sanemi Shinazugawa was not a cruel man, and fatherhood had arguably made him ever softer for the two women in his life. He could not deny the love of his life the chance to come apart all around his cock, especially when she looked so fucking beautiful taking him the way she was, when she was begging him to give her another child.

So Sanemi gripped one of her legs in his hand, tucking it securely around his waist as he then moved his fingers to toy with his wife’s sensitive clit.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so fuckin wet for me,” he moaned, savoring the way her slick coated his fingers instantly, as he pressed this index finger against her, swirling softly.

Y/N could not answer, too lost in her pleasure as Sanemi increased his pace, half-pushing them up the bed with his force as he pressed down sharply on her sensitive bundle of nerves.

Y/N bowed off the bed, her walls gripping him so tightly it was nearly painful through the force of her climax, his name falling in a choked scream from her lips.

Sanemi knew he was close the moment he felt his wife’s sticky release coat his groin, his balls painfully tight as they slapped against the underside of Y/N’s ass as she collapsed back against the bed, too fucked out to do anything more than mewl and whimper as he chased his own release.

Gingerly, Sanemi felt his wife’s fingers close around one of the hands he had braced on her hips, and he watched in amazement as she brought it up to rest on her neck.

“Shit,” Sanemi cursed at her silent request. “Shit, baby, yes.” Gently, Sanemi wrapped his hand around her throat, his fingers squeezing softly along the sides of her neck.

“Fill me up, Sanemi,” she whispered, voice hoarse from screaming, and the grip around her neck tightened ever so slightly as Sanemi began to lose control.

“You’re not walkin’ out of this room until you’re good and pregnant again,” he promised darkly, lust taking him over as his pace quickened.

Sanemi felt the coil in his stomach tighten, the familiar fire of his impending release surging along his spine. His wife’s eyes were rolled back from a mixture of pleasure and overstimulation as the sound of her squelching cunt threatened to drown out her moans.

He was at his edge. “Y/N, look at me,” he growled, and when his wife opened her hazy eyes to meet his lustful gaze, Sanemi was a goner.

Sanemi’s hips slammed once more into his wife and stilled. With a shout, he came harder than he ever had before, vision going white as he pumped into her, his seed spilling forcefully into her greedy core. Somewhere, in the haze of his pleasure, he remembered to rock against her slowly to prolong his release.

After what felt like several moments of him emptying himself within her, Sanemi collapsed on top of his wife, but rolled with her to his side so as not to crush her.

He brought her head to his chest, scarred hand jumping to her hair to smooth over it comfortingly as they panted.

“I love you, you know that?” He murmured into her hair, between the press of his lips against her head.

Y/N’s fingers traced lazy patterns across his pectorals and upper abdomen as she caught her breath. “Someone is eager to get me knocked up again, isn’t he?” She laughed breathily as her chest slowed.

Sanemi smiled against her hair. “Can’t help it. Love seeing you pregnant. Love even more that you let me get you pregnant — that you want my kids.”

Y/N tilted her face up, demanding a kiss and Sanemi was only too happy to oblige her, bringing his hand to cup the side of her face as he pressed his lips against hers, slow and sweet.

Somehow, she’d found herself beneath him once more, the weight of Sanemi’s body against hers making her body heat with renewed want.

Y/N groaned again as she felt her lover’s still-hard cock prodding at her slick, abused folds once more, waiting for her signal. She nodded her assent, stretching up for her love to hold her close as he slid into her once more.

“Ha—there we go, baby,” he moaned, and the sound of his needy desperation made her clench around him once more.

“You can take one more load, can’t you, my love?” Sanemi buried his face into Y/N’s luscious breasts as his arms caged around her waist, holding him impossibly tight against him. “Gotta make sure I give my sweet girl what she wants.”

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Barking, screaming, crying

[nemistitties]

BestfriendSanemi! Who wears no shirt to catch you staring at his man titties.

BestfriendSanemi! Who teases you ALL THE FUCKING TIME LIKE DSFFRHFVDHFSDJDIJASJFDSIFHDUFHFHDNF

BestfriendSanemi! Who loves to makes you jealous flirting w/ other girls right infront of you but ur bsfs so you can't say anything.

BestfriendSanemi! Who buys you breakfast everyday & almost drugged it w/ aphrodisiac.

BestfriendSanemi! Who ask you about sex just to meet your desires.

BestfriendSanemi! Who almost said his feeling towards you when drunk but Iguro ran off with him.

[hellavile]

angel. sanemi.

⨳ cw: fem!reader, lowercase intended, black coded, breeding kink, reader gets folded like a pretzel, sanemi’s kind of an asshole?, overstim, mild degrading, pregnancy talk, drabble.

it’s so indecent the position he has you in currently. tummy folded, knees by your shoulders with his hot, clammy hands holding them down with all his strength. driving his cock deep into your pretty pussy, hips clashing hard, so hard you swear his skin could become one with your own. it’s hot. the room itself. your body is sweltering beneath him, not a window open, no air on. just on your back getting fucked into a squeaky mattress in your boyfriend’s dark apartment.

“it’s so deep in your pussy,” sanemi chokes, his bare chest coated lightly with his own sweat, rolling down the crevices of his chiseled abs. he looks so handsome above you. you’re surprised you can scan for a feature at all considering your eyes have been crossed for the past three minutes. it’s impossible to cough out an ounce of vocabulary. he feels so good. it’s intoxicating.

“you’re so disgusting,” he’ll call you out next, a habit of his. jaw clenching as the whites of his hair sticks to his forehead, thick voice rumbling in his throat as your cunt squeezes his dick, making it somewhat difficult to pull in and out. your lips aren’t meeting, mouth agape and tongue dry for too long now. you moan from his insult. “every word i say has your pussy clenching my dick tight.”

and he’s right. how could it not? he talks to you so well that your body’s reactions are heightened. finally, you focus your sight, which instantly becomes a problem again because it falls on his arms. the way they flex, the multiple scars scattered along his biceps and forearms. it makes you dizzy all over, whimpering and losing yourself. sanemi clenches his jaw with frustration, halting his waist.

“you’re going dumb,” now he’s dragging you further into him, sitting up fully on his knees and bear hugging your thighs to his chest. he’s deeper this time, and you can’t help but outstretch your arms above you, arching your back and submitting to him completely. “now how’s that any fun for me? you know i don’t like my angel silent.”

“ ‘nemi, please !” your sniffles are . . . cute, to say the least. it’s really funny how you’re trying to act innocent right now when it’s your fault you’re in this predicament to begin with. he was fine with coming home after a nice date at the park with your daughter. but you shifted the mood after putting the three year old to bed. catching an unnecessary attitude with him and he doesn’t fuck with a bitchy woman. you know better than that. so, lessons needed to be learned.

“let me take what i fucking want,” he growls maliciously, like a hungry, unhinged animal. pounding his cock into your puffy, swollen cunny. it’s been about thirty minutes since your little outburst in the bathroom. complaining that you wanted another baby and sanemi telling you that one child was enough. but you’re so fucking persistent on what you want it drives the man to insanity. “wanted me to breed you again, is that right? that’ll satisfy you, huh? putting another baby in your tummy?”

you hiccup, nodding your head. “mhm hmm.”

“that’s why you were acting out earlier. seeing that woman at the park with the bloated belly made you miss it. my poor girl.”

this was torture. he was playing with you. it’s not fair that you’ve orgasmed twice yet he’s holding back so much from you. the main objective, and what you wanted so badly in your womb right fucking now. your limbs are tired and you’re ready to throw another fit in a minute if he didn’t give you his cum. such a simple task he’s making extremely difficult. sanemi splits your thighs apart to slot himself back in between, chest to yours, applying all of his weight. you weakly raise your right hand to rake through his scalp, tugging and rotating your hips beneath him, desperately pleading for him to move. you seal him to you with your legs locking on the backs of his, making sure he doesn’t escape. he grins at your plan.

“sanemi. do it. please hurry! i need it!”

you’re on the verge of breaking down. he’s trying not to give in too fast, but at this point it’s been long enough. he’s sleepy, and you’re getting rapid. sanemi puts most of his weight into his right forearm, using that as leverage along with his knees to slide his dick halfway out of you, only leaving the tip kissing your hole, stays there for a second before saying, “act like you deserve it. beg me.”

and if there’s anything sanemi’s angel knows how to do? it’s fucking beg. curling up into him and humping him like you’re feral. “please baby, wanna be full. fuck your cum into me. wanna have another baby. i wanna be pregnant again! i need your cum. please. please. please. i’ll do anything, fuck please?!”

only then is he satisfied. filthy angel.

“enough,” sanemi sinks your knees back into the bed, sheathing his cock back inside, only needing a few more pumps before he’s spilling inside just like you planned. you’re keening as he kisses you, wet and nasty with so much tongue. your body jolts in his captivity when he raises and slams his hips into yours, getting rougher and faster every passing second. “shut up and lemme get you pregnant.”

© 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.

[peachdies]

The Wind and His Moon (Sanemi x Reader)

A/N: hello! Part 1 of an ongoing story I wanted to write as I procrastinate studying for the Bar. I posted an earlier Drabble of something from later in this series, but I wanted to get the beginning out now.

Sanemi is drawn to the reader from the start.

Massive CW: canon typical violence, graphic violence, gore, child death, and implied sexual assault. Swearing and later smut. MDNI.

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Sanemi was there that day; the day she became part of the Corps.

The day her world had ended.

It had been fucking freezing that morning. The sky had been a muted gray as snow drifted down from the heavens in wet, fat flakes. The snow had started sometime the previous night, already having blanketed the village in its thick blanket.

The carnage, however, was fresh, and so the snow was not white.

It had only been an hour since the watery gray light of dawn had begun to bleed from the east, when his crow had swooped down over his head, tugging frantically at his hair. Rengoku ducked as his own crow collided with his head.

“Northeast! Northeast! Right at the base of the mountain! A horde of demons attacked the village!” They had cried.

Not just one. A horde. A horde of demons had descended upon a decently populated merchant village and had torn it and its people to shreds.

As he and Rengoku had furiously made their way towards the village (having learned that Tengen and Iguro were also en route), the crows screeched as much information as they could about the village and what had prompted the attack.

It had been her.

Or rather, her family.

The head of the village was a merchant known for his imports from the West; his success had meant the village was a success, with many small shops and tea houses lining the streets, always crowded with locals and tourists.

Demons have no use for money or exotic baubles; but Muzan Kibutsuji had a keen interest in obliterating Lunar Breathing from the world. And so he had.

The very same merchant whose business success had bolstered the local economy with his imports was also directly connected to the Clan that had created Lunar Breathing, the powerful, dark twin to Sun breathing. The merchant was the youngest and only living relative of the aging head of the Lunar Clan. The head of the Clan had never taken a wife after he had retired from life as a Pillar for the Corp some fifty years prior and had no heirs to continue on the family legacy. That burden, instead, was placed on the surviving eldest child of the Merchant in the village that the Flame and Wind Pillars now rushed to.

There had been an elder son, the crow panted, but he had passed a few years prior from illness. And so, the next surviving eldest had been tasked with the mission of becoming a demon slayer so that she could continue on the Lunar Breathing tradition. Her.

The crows did not know whether she had been present for the attack. Final Selection had only ended a few days prior, and it was entirely possible that she had either been killed on the Mountain, or was still making her way back to the village, unaware that no one would be there to greet her home.

The village had been eerily silent as Sanemi and Rengoku arrived. Dawn had given way to a dark gray sky, and visibility had not been ideal.

But it hadn’t taken much effort to see the blood and gore that littered the village’s once lively streets.

“What on earth,” Tengen’s voice broke the silence, as he and Iguro approached their comrades from the Eastern gate of the village. Behind them trailed a group of nearly thirty Kakushi. The Hashira silently took in the nightmare around them, unable to find the words for the level of destruction which had befallen the village just hours before.

“Kakushi. Spread out. Look for any survivors. They may be buried or hiding.” Rengoku’s voice was steady but uncharacteristically grave, his face stony and hard.

“Shinuzagawa, let’s make our way to the Lunar Merchant’s estate. We need to send word to the Clan head right away if-“

“You didn’t hear?” Iguro interjected, “the head of the Lunar House is dead.” Though the lower half of his face was covered, the anguish on Iguro’s face was evident. “That’s where Tengen and I just came from. He was ripped to shreds.”

“Fuck,” Sanemi hissed, a toxic mixture of anger, guilt, and despair roiling in his gut. An entire clan — and entire village— had been decimated in a matter of hours, and no one — they — had not been able to protect them.

“Have we word on the Lunar heir?” Rengoku asked quietly. Iguro and Tengen shook their heads. “Then she likely is lost, too.” The Flame Pillar turned back to Sanemi, his face a mirror of his own. “Let’s go.”

The snow and wind had picked up just as the Wind and Flame Pillars approached the Lunar Merchant’s Manor, obscuring some of the wreckage before them. Out of the corner of his eye, Sanemi thought he could see movement from the side of the Estate, but when he turned to examine it, all was still.

Before he could inquire further, Rengoku drew in a sharp breath, snapping Sanemi’s attention back to the Flame Pillar. But Rengoku was not looking at him; rather, he was staring straight ahead into the courtyard of the manor.

“Dear god,” Rengoku whispered.

Sanemi followed his gaze, through what had been once-proud iron gates, though only one side of the gate remained hinged. The other had been ripped from its stone setting, twisted by some unfathomable strength and thrown carelessly to the side. Just past the gate, Sanemi beheld a single, bloodied arm. But his stomach clenched at what lay beyond it.

There was not an inch of ground not covered in blood and bits of gore.

Body parts were strewn about, having clearly been ravaged by multiple demons. Broken glass and wood from the manor littered the ground, and the walls that were left standing had been showered in a thick coat of blood.

Most sickening were the pieces of bodies that were stuck to the sloped roofing of the Manor, as though some demon had plucked fleeing humans from the yard and feasted on them mid-air, allowing a shower of human entrails to paint the estate in gore.

A group of ten Kakushi had arrived at the Manor, gasping and crying out at the horror. Behind him, Sanemi heard one or two begin to retch, unable to stomach the carnage before them.

“Move!” Sanemi barked, his voice scratchy over the lump forming in his throat. “Fucking look for survivors! Anyone!”

Rengoku, a few paces ahead, called up to the crows circling over head. “Do you have a description of the heir?”

“She is around 16, Lord Rengoku!” It cawed back. Not helpful, given that most of the bodies here were unrecognizable.

Rengoku turned back to Sanemi. “I will check inside the house. You!” Rengoku called to a small group of three Kakushi nearby, “come with me!”

Sanemi continued to make his way through the debris and body parts outside, lifting stone and wood in hope that he might find someone — anyone — who had managed to hide.

He came across a large chunk of curved, chiseled stone that had become half-embedded into the soft ground below. Grunting, Sanemi heaved the rock aside, thinking it was perhaps some part of a fountain or statue.

But when he beheld what lay beneath, Sanemi’s stomach lurched. Crushed beneath the weight of the rock was the small body of a child, severed completely at the torso. Her two halves lay next to one another, a ragged seam torn between the two as though she had been pulled apart by force.

Sanemi felt the bile rise in his throat as his gaze fell upon the child’s face, utterly frozen in fear. Though death had snuffed any life that had once illuminated her eyes, it had not concealed the terror she had felt in her last moments, her mouth fixed in a scream.

She could not yet have been ten.

He could not help it. Sanemi turned away from the grisly sight and vomited into the snow, every inch of him trembling.

Sanemi wretched until his stomach was empty, and his throat burned from the acid and strain of his dry-heaving. With great effort, he forced his legs to carry him forward, any hope that they would find the Lunar Heir or any survivor growing dimmer by the second.

Even as Hashira, Sanemi doubted any of them had quite seen wreckage like this.

Sanemi neared the center of the courtyard, and halted before a large, circular stone inset that had been smashed to gravel. A large piece of rounded stone wall was all that remained standing.

Found the fountain, Sanemi thought bitterly. Another sharp, icy gust of wind whipped its way through the courtyard, disturbing the little bit of snow that wasn’t packed down with blood and gore. But the wind had also stirred up something else, something dark and wispy. Had the Wind Pillar’s lilac gaze been focused anywhere but that piece of stone fountain, he would have missed it softly fluttering up before disappearing beneath the lip of the fountain.

Sanemi moved to examine the other side of the broken stone. As he did so, Rengoku reappeared on the outer steps of the of the engawa surrounding the Manor, a frown etched deeply on his face.

“Shinazugawa, something is off. Demons were clearly here, but the house looks like it was ransacked— jewels, silks, valuables, all strewn about. Some things are clearly missing, like-“

“I found her.” Sanemi bit out, gruffly. “The heir.”

It was her hair, Sanemi realized, that had been disturbed by the wind, a few strands having drifted up before settling back down upon the bloodied shoulder of the lifeless girl collapsed before the fountain.

Had there not been a thick spread of red-stained snow and earth beneath her, Sanemi almost would have thought her to be asleep. Her face had been almost devoid of any injury, save for a few fresh scratches along her jaw and temple. Her eyes were closed, long dark lashes tickling a soft, and unblemished cheek, as pale and smooth as the Moon. Her expression was almost serene, in stark contrast to the chaos and horror around her.

The rest of her had not been left untouched. Sanemi noted that while she appeared to have maintained her limbs, her back was soaked in blood — no doubt the source of the large stain beneath her, and he saw that some of it still oozing from some sort of wound between her shoulders. Her the wrist on her left arm, stretched out before her, was bent at an unnatural angle, skin mottled from a mixture of the cold and an attempt to bruise before her blood had ceased flowing.

Beneath the torn and bloodied haori around her shoulders, were a pair of pants and a fitted, long sleeved top that had clearly seen better days. They hosted various tears and stains, and were caked in blood and what looked like mud.

The crows had said the Lunar Heir was around 16 years of age, but as Sanemi stared at her lifeless form, all he could think about was how small she looked; how young she had been, when she lost her life to the brutality of demons.

The thought made his blood run cold.

“No doubt this is her,” Rengoku said heavily, nodding at wounds Sanemi had not noticed on her hands. Squinting, Sanemi saw bruises and cuts in various stages of healing dotting her knuckles and fingers. He suspected more lay beneath her soiled clothing, though Sanemi ventured he could guess where they had come from.

“Final selection wounds,” Rengoku confirmed. “She must have just returned from the mountain when the attack began. Perhaps she even stumbled into the middle of it.” Rengoku shook his head. “She didn’t stand a chance.”

It was well known that even if one survived final selection, it was unlikely they would descend the mountain without injury. Seven nights with no access to shelter, food, or water was tough enough, but the added danger of starving demons almost guaranteed that one would not emerge unscathed.

She must have been injured, enough to slow her return home by a few days. Even if she had the skill to hold her own against the swarm of demons that had attacked her village, whatever injuries she sustained during final selection had likely sealed her fate.

Sanemi swore, looking over the last of the Lunar Breathing Clan, feeling the acrid bite of guilt and pity seep into his veins. The poor girl had survived the controlled horrors of final selection only to meet an even more grisly end at her home — where she was supposed to be safe. It was cruel, but so was a world in which demons lived, unchecked.

“She will get a Slayer’s burial, in the Master’s garden.” Rengoku declared firmly, raising his voice so the nearby Kakushi would hear. “She passed final selection; she’s one of us.”

“No,” Sanemi said, voice hoarse. “Bury her here with her family.” Sanemi’s eyes returned to the girl’s face, an inexplicable bitterness coating his tongue. “She fought to return to them; let her be with them.”

Sanemi lifted his eyes back up to the crimson gaze of the Fire Pillar. Rengoku stared at him for a long moment, before nodding, turning back to the Kakushi. “You heard Shinazugawa. Let’s give them a proper burial.”

The Kakushi began to move, thorough and efficient even among the horror around them. Sanemi readied himself to assist, moving to stand when his eyes snagged on the girl’s torso, his gaze drawn to the sizeable swath of smooth skin that was exposed to the icy bite of the snow. Sanemi’s frown deepened as he took note of the odd way that her clothes sat around her exposed abdomen. The girl was half laid on her side, but the front of her shirt had been bunched and twisted together, like it had been gathered and shoved out of the way. Sanemi’s eyes lowered a fraction to the front of the girl’s pants. At first glance, they seemed to be fitted around her hips normally, but that was precisely what caught his eye. The waistband on the girl’s pants slotted across her lower hips, not higher up on her waist as it should have been. One side was noticeably lower than the other, almost as though they had nearly been tugged off.

Almost as if-

Sanemi felt the hairs on his body rise. Looking over the girl once more, he noticed the suspicious lack of claw marks and bite marks to her body. The way that she seemed intact, compared to the bodies of her friends and family scattered in pieces around her.

The way that her blood seemed even more fresh than what caked the snow around them, as though she had been attacked right before they had arrived to the manor.

“Rengoku,” Sanemi said sharply. The Flame Hashira was back over to where the girl laid in an instant, though he maintained a respectful distance.

Sanemi jutted his chin toward the girl’s body and Rengoku followed his gaze. Sanemi could see the gears turning in his comrade’s head, as he too took note of the odd skew of her clothes, the lack of demon-like injuries despite her having stumbled onto a veritable feast on her family.

“How many demons do you know that try to-,” Sanemi ground his teeth at the word that came to mind, his blood beginning to boil and rage. “Have their way with victims before eating them?”

“Not many,” Rengoku conceded darkly, a similar anger simmering in his eyes. “Though not unheard of. It is… rare. Most can’t resist their hunger.” Rengoku fell silent, thinking for a moment.

“Didn’t you say the house had looked ransacked?” Sanemi turned his gaze away from the girl and towards the broken doors of the manor.

Rengoku’s eyes widened. “Yes. As if someone came in and grabbed anything they could.”

Sanemi nodded. “Bandits. Probably heard about the attack and got excited to loot. Found a body that wasn’t completely torn apart by demons and tried to take advantage.” Rather than bile, Sanemi felt anger, hot and lethal, threatening to spill out of him. He loathed men who sought to abuse women, but a girl who had just been attacked by a demon? There was no mercy he could give them.

Rengoku exhaled sharply through his nose, a weariness clouding over his features. “Though I don’t suppose we can really know for sure. There isn’t enough left of anyone else to compare.”

Rengoku clasped his hands in front of himself, and closed his eyes. Sanemi heard him mutter a small prayer for the girl’s soul, one that he had heard from Himejima.

“Whatever happened to her, she’s gone now. Let us ensure she can rest.” And with that, Rengoku turned to head back to where the Kakushi had begun digging graves for the deceased.

Sanemi watched the spot where the girl’s body had lain long after a pair of Kakushi had gently removed her to ready her for her burial. Sanemi watched with hollow eyes and a hollow heart as the Kakushi — female — tenderly brushed the girl’s hair from her face and straightened her haori. They crossed her arms over her middle and lifted her gingerly, carrying her over to join her family’s remains.

Hers was the last of the graves to be prepared. The Kakushi were just beginning to pack the mud and snow over her body, when one of them collapsed from exhaustion both physical and mental. The group had resolved to take a small water break before finishing, and neither Shinazugawa not Rengoku had objected.

After all, digging eighteen graves was no easy task.

Both Hashira had assisted, and their combined strength and stamina had streamlined the task considerably. While Kakushi rested, Rengoku had gone to the front gates to update Tengen and Iguro, who had been dealing with the wreckage within the village. Reinforcements of both Kakushi and lower rank slayers had been called in to assist with the clean up and burial.

In total, over sixty-three graves had been dug.

And not a single survivor had been found.

It was a heavy day — perhaps one of the darkest in the Corp’s history, and its crowning poisoned jewel was the eradication of one of the oldest breathing styles.

The news that there was one less defense against the demons was not a welcome one.

Sanemi had gone to the other side of the courtyard, away from the voices and graves and rising stink of death. Out of sight from any prying eyes, he found a tree and shoved his fist through it, clear to the other side. Pieces of bark and wood flew and splinters bit into the skin around his knuckles and palm. Sanemi could not find it in himself to care; he sought only to break through the silent numbness threatening to consume him.

Because he had taken refuge on the other side of the courtyard, away from the new gravesite, Sanemi did not see the hand and arm that shoved through the pile of earth resting atop the last grave. He did not see clawed fingers sinking into the mud and snow, desperately seeking purchase as the body attached to the arm hauled itself — herself — from beneath the earth, the remnants of her grave skittering to the side as she heaved her body out.

Sanemi did hear the terrified shriek of the Kakushi, and immediately drew his sword. In the distance, he could see Rengoku racing towards them, hand on the hilt of his blade.

Sanemi came into view of the gravesite right as the girl spilled out from the hole in the ground, using her bare hands to pull herself forward as the rest of her body remained limp.

Sanemi Shinazugawa was not a pious man; in fact, he frequently ignored Himejima’s prayers. If there were any gods out there, then Sanemi wanted nothing to do with them. They chose to let chaos and devastation run rampant. They chose to let demons exists.

But hell had apparently frozen over, and Sanemi found himself offering a prayer for the girl’s forgiveness as he prepared to behead her demonized form. He hoped she would understand; after all, she had joined the Corps intending to rid of the world of demons.

It was what he hoped one his his fellow Hashira would do for him, if he ever found himself in that situation.

As Sanemi cocked his blade, ready to strike the crawling demon from behind, Rengoku cried out.

“Shinazugawa, NO!”

Sanemi stuttered, his arm in mid-swing as he neared the demon’s neck. A flash of violet and white shot towards him, and a piercing shriek of metal tore through the sky as Tengen’s blade parried Sanemi’s, the force of the clash knocking him out of the air. A frustrated grunt tore from his chest, and with great effort, Sanemi twisted mid-air to avoid falling flat on his ass, managing just in time to swiftly land on the balls of his feet.

“What the fuck,-“ Sanemi had begun to growl, but his voice faltered at the look on the Flame Hashira’s face as he gawked at the girl sprawled on the ground.

In that moment, Sanemi’s sharp ears picked up on the weak heart beating rapidly and unevenly below him. At the same time, he caught a whiff of fresh blood, rising from the dark stain on the girl’s back. No doubt the product of a re-opened wound.

Ears ringing, Sanemi stalked around to where Rengoku and Tengen both stared unabashedly at the sight below them. Only when he was face to face with her did Sanemi finally understand what had caused Rengoku to desperately move to stop Sanemi sword from hitting its mark.

The three Hashira were not looking at a newly turned and bloodthirsty demon, but at a sweaty, pale, and trembling girl. The girl whose death they had feared doomed the Lunar Pillar House had just clawed her way out from her grave with nothing but her hands and sheer will.

She had not been dead, after all.

Slowly, so slowly, her eyes lifted to glare up at the person standing directly before her. Though she clearly strained to raise her head more than half an inch, her silver eyes met Sanemi’s lilac ones, and goosebumps erupted all over his skin as he beheld what lay within them.

Defiance. Pain. Rage.

So, so much rage, relentless and raw.

And so, so human.

She reached another trembling hand out before her to further drag herself away from her tomb. A thin sheen of sweat coated her pallid skin, and fresh blood was beginning to stain the snow beneath her.

She was panting, clearly fighting every urge in her body to give in, to let death beckon her back into its sweet embrace.

“I-I’m not d-dead!” She grit out in between shallow, uneven breaths, her jaw clenched so tightly that Sanemi wondered how her teeth didn’t crumble.

The three Hashira remained dumb and silent for half a heartbeat before-

“WHAT ARE YOU ALL STANDING THERE FOR? HELP HER!” Tengen bellowed, startling birds in nearby trees into flight.

The Kakushi sputtered into action, several of them moving to assist the girl, to help her when she exploded.

“DON’T TOUCH ME.” She screamed, eyes screwed shut and head bowed defensively over her hands as she clenched her fists into the earth. When she finally opened her eyes again, her gaze clashed with Sanemi, and his heart tightened as he recognized the emotion threatening to overcome her.

Fear.

Whatever this girl had experienced over the last few hours had overtaken all other senses. She had no logic, no ability to rationalize that she was among other humans, among comrades. Instead, all that drove her now was the primal instinct to survive.

And to her, they were another threat.

The girl continued to try and crawl away from them, but her movements became even more shaky, more uneven as the blood loss combined with her physical exhaustion. Rengoku caught both Sanemi’s and Tengen’s eyes, waiting to confirm their next move. All nodded, and Sanemi, having the advantage of being in the girl’s blind spot, struck the pressure point on the girl’s neck with his his hand.

She collapsed against the ground, unconscious and still. Gingerly, Sanemi lifted her into his arms, mindful of the open wound on her back, and of her head.

Once she was secured, the Hashira began their frantic sprint towards the Butterfly Mansion.

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[bokutizer]

➵ SHINAZUGAWA SANEMI

summary : a short dream about losing you feels like an eternity in hell tags : fem!reader, fluff, reverse comfort, nightmares, mentions of pregnancy a/n : I'm so soft for this man, help. Just want to wrap him up in a blanket like burrito.

Cold. Sanemi feels cold as he trudges through the hallway of your shared home, the silence inside it letting him hear the sound of his thumping heart. Everything looks normal, he notes, as he goes from one room to another, looking for you.

So why is his heart beating so fast? Why can’t he call out your name? Why can’t he move his feet when he eventually finds you lying on the floor of the bedroom? He’s frozen in place, not able to reach out to you, and the only thing he can do is stare horrifiedly as a pool of blood forms beneath your pregnant body.

He catches sight of your pale and lifeless skin- Damn it, why can’t he move?

And suddenly your eyes shoot open and a whine gets stuck in the back of his throat. "Sanemi." Why do you say his name like that? With that condescending tone. His name leaving your lips feels like a knife punctuating his heart repeatedly. Mercilessly.

"Sanemi." There. Again. 

"Wake up, Sanemi."

His eyes shoot open and he immediately feels his lungs fill up with air as he desperately tries to assess the situation. His eyes catch yours when he sees you leaning over him, the warmth of your soft palms seeping into his cheeks.

"Are you okay, love? You were moving around a lot in your sleep."

It takes him another few seconds until he realizes that he can actually move. Speak. That everything was just an awful dream and that you’re fine. Both of you are fine. "'M good." He winces when his raspy voice cracks. 

"Another nightmare, huh?" 

Sanemi's only able to nod once he finally dares to move and curl against you, his forehead pressed against your swollen belly while his arm finds purchase around your lower back. Your warmth, your smell, your softness- You ground him.

If he's your rock that strengthens you, you're the earth that allows him to walk. If he's the fire that keeps you warm, you’re the air that lets him breathe. He’s by your side to guide you through life while you’re what actually keeps him alive.  

And you prove it once again when he feels your hand rack through the mess of his white hair, the soothing motion of your fingers calming his heart and mind. "Wanna talk about it?" you whisper but he shakes his head instead. 

"Are you sure?" 

"Yeah. It doesn’t matter anymore... You’re here." 

Despite the worry induced crease between your brows, you can’t help but smile at his words. "Of course I‘m here, silly. Where else would I be?" you think but don’t say it out loud. Instead, you just keep your fingers tangled in his hair, close your eyes and start humming a tune that you've heard the obaa-san next door sing every once in a while, while taking care of her garden. 

[febuary30thday]

My Nurse

The possessive Hashira, with a s/o who works as a caretaker/nurse at the butterfly mansion!

This man is one of the most possessive and stubborn people on the face of the earth

He doesn't want to be treated by anybody but you, but he'll still refuse your help

He could be bleeding out and still refuse

Kocho has to frequently wake you up in the night because he just stomps his way in there

She hates it

She has tried to get him to comply, but he is firm in his beliefs

He'll demand your attention, even when you're treating other patients

One time, he saw a male patient flirting with you, and best believe that the patient is probably never saw the light of day again

When you treated Tanjiro once, he was so jealous, he stole you from the Butterfly mansion

He makes you sit on his lap when you treat his wounds, under the guise that you treat them better in that position

Wanna know what other positions he can make you do?

He has and will continue kissing you in front of anyone he dislikes, like Tanjiro and his friends

Also any male he dislikes or finds annoying, like Giyu or Tengen

He has cursed at Tengen for flirting with you

He can and will put his hands up your skirt

"Sanemi, take your hands off me, I'm trying to treat you."

"Make me. You think I didn't see you talking with those boys? I'm showing you who you really belong to after this."

[loveemii]

𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 || 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎 || - enjoy ♡︎

warnings: none pure fluff, very short though

i walked through the mansion and noticed shinazugawa walking past, i stopped him by talking.

“I like your scars. How’d you get them?”

anyone could tell he was taken by surprise, though he tried not to make an expression on his face. his eyes, they say it all.

“T-thank you.”

he thanked me stuttering a little, has he ever thanked anyone that way before? he usually says “thanks.” or he just nods.

“But you don’t have to be nice, I know they’re an eyesore.”

woah, i wasn’t expecting shinazugawa to say something like this? why was he telling me this? was there something he needed me to say? i have to say this i want to. i sighed.

“Scars mean you went through something tough in the past. Survived it, and came back stronger.”

sanemi seemed to be blushing and i found myself doing the same. i placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled, walking away i can feel his eyes watching my back.

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hi thank you for reading i hoped you enjoyed it :)

- please excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes, thank you

[xxsabitoxx]

Exploring w/ Sanemi

~Sanemi x Reader~

You convinced Sanemi to explore an abandoned building with you

A/N: idk why but I found this idea really funny and couldn’t resist writing it — so enjoy Sanemi getting scared lol

Pink text : you | Green Text: Sanemi

Word count: 1548

Convincing Sanemi to go exploring with you had been a far easier task than you imagined. Ever the risk taker, you had been dying to explore an abandoned factory on the outskirts of your college town. You’d heard countless stories from your peers and figured you needed to experience it for yourself. When you had gone to your boyfriend with your plans, he had one simple thing to ask you.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

You had deflated a bit, though you had expected him to not want to accompany you. So, after some back and forth, a couple of “puppy eyed” pouts and the resolve that you’d simply go by yourself… Sanemi found himself walking up an overgrown path with a flashlight in his hand. “Why couldn’t we do this during the day again?” He pushed a branch out of the way, ducking just as it snapped back into place.

“Cause it’s not as fun when you go during daytime.” He turned to look at you, face morphed into one of disbelief. “Fun.” Was all he could muster, watching as you pointed your own flashlight towards the broken windows of the massive building. Not only was it far out, it was surrounded by a large forest. Which only made the entire thing sketchier. “I wanna get to the roof. I heard the view is amazing.”

“Yeah, when you can actually see what the fuck is around here.” He grimaced as he counted the floors, six stories all together to make it up to that roof. You truly must have lost your mind… then again he wouldn’t have been able to sleep knowing you went out here by yourself. “You’ll be able to see the city, that’s more than enough!” Sanemi’s flashlight brought attention to some…interesting… graffiti. “Yeah… sure.”

This was your typical bummy hangout for people with nothing better to do. Never mind having to worry about the ghosts people claimed lived here… Sanemi was more concerned about fending off squatters and crackheads. You, however, we’re practically euphoric as you found a broken window with enough space to crawl through.

“Perfect! The main entrance is chained up because this place got condemned.” You’re already pushing yourself head first as Sanemi choked “Condemned?! This place got condemned and you want to climb six stories to the fucking roof?” But you had already disappeared inside, he’d be damned if he stayed out here by himself, the snap of a twig off in the distance was enough to have him clamouring through after you.

The inside of the factory was exactly what he expected, nothing but decaying concrete that made it very easy to understand why the place had shut down. Alongside that there was overgrowth from outside, animal droppings and more graffiti. There was also the broken class that he kept having you maneuver you around since you were far too engulfed in finding the staircase that would bring you up.

“Where the hell is it?” You huffed after ten minutes of searching the first floor, seemingly not bothered by the unsettling quiet. The kind of quiet that had Sanemi looking over his shoulder every few seconds, standing just a step behind you in order to keep you in his field of vision while he surveyed for anything that could harm you. “No idea but let’s take it as a sign to fucking go.” The stale air was starting to make his skin crawl.

“Here it is!” Your voice bounced off the walls, going in every direction as Sanemi groaned. “Well, if anyone was waiting to kill us, they know where we are now.” You scoffed, pushing the rusted metal doors open and cringing as they screeched. “Nice… now anyone in a fucking two mile radius knows where we are.” You rolled your eyes, shining your flashlight up the staircase.

“Stop being dramatic, it’s not like we’re in a horror movie.”

“Famous last words. Now we’re gonna die.”

“You really think some serial killer is hanging out around this abandoned factory? He’d have a slow ass job considering we’re probably the first two to be here in a couple weeks.”

You chuckled softly as you began taking the stairs, they were solid concrete so you hoped they’d be stable enough to get you where you wanted to go. “We’ll be his lucky break.” You turned around to shine your flashlight on him. “Took you a second to come up with that one, huh?” A quick “shut up” promptly followed.

Six flights of stairs later and you had only made it to the third floor. “Halfway! I wanna check this floor out though.” Sanemi stopped mid-step. “What could you possibly need to look for on this floor? Crack needles? Squirrel shit? More concrete?” You snorted as you pushed the rusty door open, using your flashlight to survey the area. “As much as I’d love to find some crack needles, I wanted to see the view since I noticed all the windows were completely broken on this floor.”

As if to prove your point, a cool gust of air ruffled his hair. For a moment, he didn’t feel the need to complain, especially when the stale air was no longer clinging to his skin. “Only you would find interest in that.” He moved past you, never in his life had he actually desired fresh air, crossing the space in long strides and practically sticking his whole head out of what used to be a window. “Me? Look at you!” You moved to enter the room, stopping when you heard faint footsteps.

“Sanemi…” you shine your light around the area, almost positive the footsteps were coming from the floor below. But it never hurts to make sure. “Yeah?” He pulled himself back inside, heart thumping wildly when he saw the look on your face. “I…I swear I heard footsteps.” Sanemi blinked, “I swear to god if you’re making fun of me…” but then he heard them too. “Oh…fuck you why did you make us come here! I told you!”

You couldn’t help but laugh, despite your own fear. “I thought you came along to protect me?” Your laughter continued quietly as you moved back out of the room and towards the staircase. If anyone was actually in the building, you’d hear them better from out there. “I did but you caught me off guard.” Sanemi was whispering now, crossing the room once more in long strides to keep you close.

You were both silent, waiting quietly in order to listen. “We’re not getting to that roof.” He mumbled softly, clicking off his flashlight a moment later. “Fine, but you’ll take me back here during the day to see the view…” you turned your light off as well, it would be much easier to locate you both if you had flashlights on, as if asking them to come get you. “…deal.”

You weren't exactly sure how long you had both sat there in silence, waiting to hear footsteps that would probably never come. “Should we…make our way back down?” You clicked your flashlight on, looking at Sanemi as you did. “Might as well…” He seemed hesitant, which made you laugh again. “My nearly six foot tall, beefcake of a boyfriend is scared.” That seemed to snap him back into reality.

“I’ll use you as bait.”

“Wow! I see how it is… ya know what…”

Your fear had fizzled away, “I’m gonna go to the roof.” before Sanemi could fight you on it, you took off up the next flight of stairs. “W-wait! What the fuck!?” But you were already gone, feet echoing as you rounded to the next flight. It only took a second but Sanemi was running up after you. “Besides!” You called out, your voice echoing all around you. “If someone really is in here, we can just toss them off the roof!”

“Oh yeah… a fool proof plan.” Sarcasm clung to every word as he chased you, the only way he could see you was the light of your flashlight bouncing around ahead of him. An additional six flights of stairs later you were walking straight out to the roof. “Oh wow!” You couldn’t believe the view, it was even better than what people described. “Y-you’re insane.” He huffed as he finally stood beside you.

“Yet, you still followed me up here.”

“You’re lucky it’s because I love you.”

“Aweee…”

You laughed, hooking your arm in his. “At least we’ll die together if those footsteps weren’t an animal.” Sanemi rolled his eyes, not willing to admit that the view was actually worth the initial terror. Though he still stood by the fact that it would be much better in the daylight. “I guess that’s true.” He pulled you closer, resting his cheek on the top of your head.

You stood in silence for a bit, admiring the scenery before you. “I’m not doing this again though.” You laughed, unable to contain yourself at his continued stubbornness. “You said we could come back in the daytime.” Sanemi snorted, “yeah that was before you took off.” Fair enough, though you knew he’d come along anyways if you said you were going.

“Now… let’s just hope your tires aren’t slashed when we get back.”

“Why would you even speak that into the universe?”

[boul3vvard]

Bring your child to work day･*.:+

Sanemi AU x GN! Reader DRABBLE!

S/n = sons name

I started writing this story back in nov 2022 I abandoned it and came back to it March 2023 erased the ending and rushed it so sorry if this isn’t up to par I’m just trying to get this out of my drafts lol. Now a few pointers

★ Sanemi is OOC I just think that it would be really cute to picture him in this sorta dynamic.

★I tried to keep it gender neutral as possible this is also my first time writing a gn story so feel free to give me any possible feedback

★also as I always say this isn’t proof read AT ALL!! so there might be a ton of grammatical errors idrc HAPPY READING

There are only 3 characters who are color coded

Y/n sanemi and s/n

“Are you sure you’ll be fine taking him with you I mean he’s only 4, He won’t be too much of a distraction for you?”

y/n said while doing their sons hair making his curls pop out a little more.

“He’ll be fine we’re not doing too much in class today anyways” sanemi sighed as he was getting dressed for work. “You’ll be good for daddy right?” y/n asked s/n while looking at him in the mirror. “MMHM” s/n said happily. Y/n was a little nervous at first about this whole ordeal when sanemi brought it up but all the doubt disappeared when y/n saw how giddy their son was to spend time with sanemi this was also the first time their son is going to be around a bunch of people at once, let alone a bunch of teenagers. how will he react? “he’ll be fine plus I’m there if anything does happen, which nothing will so stop worrying, You act like we’re going to war or something” sanemi chuckled as he patted his partners shoulders. “I know I know I guess I’m just a little worried” they sighed “for nothing, we’re gonna head out inna bit I have to get to work early. where is the little guy so I can put his shoes on?” “IM RIGHT HERE DADDY” his son squealed excitedly “LOOK”. sanemi sighed, a soft smile appearing on his face. “your shoes are on the wrong feet you dork c’mere” Y/n packed everything sanemi needed for Haruto in his book bag so he wouldn’t get bored. “are you all set and ready to go?” sanemi said while picking his son up into his arms. “Have fun you two” y/n waved at the two before they left.

Sanemi got to class 1 hour early so he could prepare his classroom for the day. students started rolling in and filling in their seats, two of his students ran into his classroom one slapping the other repeatedly. “INOSUKE STOP HITTING TANJIRO FOR THE LAST TIME I WILL NOT REPEAT MYSELF” Inosuke gruffed as he plopped into his desk. “hey sir, who is that child sitting in your chair? if you don’t mind me asking” Tanjiro asked pointing to the child as his classmates started to quiet down since they all wanted an explanation. “He’s my son. I decided to bring him in with me today he won’t be too much of a distraction” sanemi said as he started gathering all of the papers on his desk into a neat pile. The class all became strangely quiet so he looked up to see what was wrong “yes?” He said as he quirked his eyebrow. “YOU HAVE A CHILD??” they all yelled in Unison. “FORGET ABOUT THE CHILD YOU’RE MARRIED??” Zenitsu yelled freaking out. “Is that a problem?” sanemi started to get angry. “I just feel bad for the sorry sack who decided to tie the knot with you” Inosuke said bluntly. Sanemi threw an eraser at the boys forehead. “Before we get started on today’s plan how about I let him introduce himself to you all” just before the boy was about to speak everyone zoomed in on him making him feel so small, he hid behind his daddies leg. “it’s okay remember how we practiced in the car do it exactly like that okay don’t be shy” sanemi said as he pushed him up front, everyone weirded out about how soft he got for a sec-. “h-hello my name is s/n and I’m 4 years old” he showed everyone on his fingers. All of the girls in the classroom started cooing at the young boy. “AWWW HES SO CUTE” they shouted. “thank you” s/n said blushing at his shoes, he ran back to his dad and hugged him. “You did good, now go sit down for a little bit alright daddy has to do his job okay” “okay” s/n said shyly as he ran back to sanemi’s seat.

The rest of the day went smoothly as s/n opened up throughout the day and became more talkative. During passing periods Haruto would run to the other teachers classrooms to greet them. He ran up to the first classroom and walked in. “Uhhhh mr Iguro Theres a Child standing in the door way” one of his students said confused. Iguro was about to tell the child off before he raised his eyebrows in confusion. “s/n?? What are you doing here?” “I’m with daddy today he let me come to work with him today” he basically shouted happily “I see, well im in the middle of teaching right now how about you come back later okay? “Okay see you later” on his way back to his fathers class he stopped by Uzui’s class, they were all circled around a bowl of fruit quietly drawing it on their own. “I LOVE DRAWING CAN I DRAW TOO?!” The entire class was startled by the broken silence. “s/n??, What are you doing here kid? And what a flashy way of entering a room” Tengen said smiling at the kid ear to ear “I’m here with daddy” “of course you are but where is he? “In his classroom” “well I’m kinda in the middle of a class kiddo so how about you run back to your father and I’ll catch up with you later, how does that sound” “OKAY BYE BYE” just as he was about to run off again sanemi scooped him up “there ya are punk, you can’t go running off like that especially not at my job,what if principle Ubuyashiki caught you before I did huh?” “Sorry daddy I went to go see uncle Oguro” “let’s go eat lunch y/n packed you something delicious” sanemi said “YAYYYY”.

overall he enjoyed being at work with his father and seeing what he did daily. Some of the kids would chat with him which he loved of course and even colored with him. The class fell in love with him very much only knowing him for such a short while. I liked today Do you think I can come to work with you tomorrow daddy?” “Of course you can.” Now let’s go home I’m sure y/n can’t wait to hear all about your day today”

©Boul3vvard. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. SO ANY FORM OF PLAGIARISM OF MY CONTENT WILL NOT BE TOLERATED.

[chosos-mascara]

perhaps an angsty/comfort sanemi x reader were sanemi harshly rejects the reader cuz he’s still in love with kanae so reader finds comfort in someone else (like giyuu or rengoku) and sanemi ends up regretting his harsh rejection of the reader but it’s too late and he lost his love twice

(i just love angst 🫶🏼)

he notices when rengoku places an arm over your shoulder, and when your eyes meet his differently.

sanemi could've sworn you hadn't looked at rengoku like that before - the change in dynamic had somehow caused his stomach to churn. you'd told him you'd loved him not so long ago, so why had you moved on so fast?

among sanemi's fears had been love.

his brother had rejected him, his mother and father lost to the wind - so why would anyone else offer him reprieve? just as it had been with kanae, sanemi hadn't felt he'd deserved to love another, nor to be loved by another.

he thought he'd accepted it. even if going home that night had weighed on him heavily, even if he couldn't erase the images of your teary eyes meeting his moments after telling you he hadn't wanted your affections.

sanemi knew he couldn't expect you not to move on, not to find your own happiness. though, he'd envied a time when he'd received your full attention, even if he hadn't felt he'd deserved it.

until one evening, when he'd pulled the screen door of his home to find you seated on the decking below, head peering over shoulder to meet his confused gaze.

the expression you'd displayed had made sanemi's heart flutter, eyes wide.

"i've missed you." the words from your lips were timid, as was the squeeze in his chest; the slight bounce in his step. after the pain his rejection had caused you, he'd not felt worthy of forgiveness, though you'd always managed to come back to him.

[peachdues]

The Thing About Genya — WIP (daddy!Sanemi x Lunar Hashira)

Shhhhhh

Major thank you to @umekohiganbana for reminding me about Genya and how Sanemi needs to fix that ASAP

Post- Bundle of Joy

NSFW teaser included at the bottom.

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“You only noticed me because I was bleeding all over you,” Y/N corrected. “And you only continued to pay attention to me because you thought I had a ‘kickass breathing style.’”

Sanemi rolled his eyes, lifting the feeding bottle back to his infant daughter’s mouth. “I did notice other things, too ya know.” He grumbled.

Y/N laughed softly and Sanemi felt his cheeks heat, her smile still capable of making him blush even two years after he’d begun warming her bed.

“All I’m saying is if you want Genya to leave the Corps, there might be a better way to do it that doesn’t involve maiming him.”

Y/N leaned over and smacked her lips against his cheek before ducking to peck their happily gurgling baby’s head, and sauntered off to the couple’s private bath.

Sanemi’s eyes trailed the Lunar Pillar’s retreating form until she disappeared from sight before turning his attention back to his daughter.

“And what do you think, my little flower?” He cooed, his daughter’s eyes crinkling in a wide smile as Sanemi brushed his nose against hers. “My plan’s better, right?”

The infant girl pulled off the feeding bottle, her tiny mouth twisting down. She coughed once, and Sanemi swiftly put her over his shoulder, against the small cloth he’d draped there to shield his bare back from her impending spit-up.

“Tch, since when do you side with Mama?” He grumbled, lightly patting his daughter’s back. She gurgled, signaling that she had finished upchucking her late dinner over her father’s shoulder.

He brought her back to face him, playfully glaring at her as he kissed her small, chubby cheeks. “Traitor. You’d better cut that shit out right now — or else I’m gonna go put a sibling in your mama’s belly.”

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Peep below for a NSFW teaser because my lovelies deserve horny Sanemi, always).

“‘Nemi,” Y/N giggled, swatting playfully over her shoulder at her lover. “Not in front of the baby!”

“Why?” Sanemi grinned, raining a trail of kisses down her neck and to her shoulder, his hands squeezing her hips. “She should know how crazy her daddy is for her mama. Besides,” Sanemi pressed his groin slightly into his wife’s tantalizing rear, causing her to shoot her hand out to steady herself on the doorway. “She can’t see when I do this.”

Y/N glanced furtively back at their daughter, who was busy giggling at the way her parents’ Kusagi crows pecked at the assortment of seeds and nuts they’d left out for them.

Baby properly distracted, Y/N mischievously ground back once against her lover, his fingers digging into her in warning.

Sanemi suppressed the groan bubbling in his throat, not wanting to call his daughter’s attention away from the crows. He slid his hand from Y/N’s hip to her neck, tilting her head back so he could press his mouth against her ear.

“Send one of the birds to Uzui’s wives. Tell them we need someone to watch her ‘til morning,” he murmured huskily into her ear, Y/N shivering as he grazed her lobe lightly with his teeth. “Make up some excuse, I don’t care. But you’re mine tonight.”

His voice dropped to a low growl. “And you’d better not stay quiet.” He pressed his hardening length sharply into her ass once more, in promise.

Y/N nodded, flushed.

“That’s my girl,” Sanemi grinned, slapping his wife’s ass, giving it a firm squeeze before moving aside, leaving the Lunar Hashira a blushing, bumbling mess behind him.

[megantrancyfanfics]

Hold you close | Sanemi Shinazugawa x reader fluff

Oh how this boy hates to see you cry💔

Warnings: mentions rengoku’s death

Credit to the person who drew this it’s cute 💜

Also, gender of the reader is not mentioned.

Enjoy 💜

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The day was cold, the sky wept with everyone as the news that the flame hashira, Kyojuro Rengoku had passed. The sound of the rain bouncing off the butterfly estate, and the sobs of mitsuri filled the area. A few sniffles were able to be heard, but you couldn’t focus on anything.

The first hashira you met after becoming Mitsuri’s tsugoku, your best friend, gone..just like that?

Your mind started to flip like a book, each page flipping to show snippets of your favorite memories with the 3 of you hanging out. His pretty smile, and laugh that could brighten up a whole room, you could hear it vividly as if he was right beside you.

You felt a warm hand land on your shoulder, snapping you out of your dazed expression.

“Shinazugawa..” you mumbled.

The man didn’t say a word, his usual grumpy face just slightly softer than normal. A quick head tilt was his way of telling you to follow him.

Before you could process what exactly you were doing, you were at his place.

“If you stood in that rain any longer you would have caught a cold.” He said sitting down, his eyes focused on the floor for a second before meeting your expressionless face. “How are you doing?”

Your eyes widened before meeting his. The Sanemi Shinazugawa was worried about you.

“Huh? Oh I’m fine. I didn’t know him that much anyway..” you said faking a soft smile.

“L/n.”

“I feel bad for mitsuri though, she’s taking the news horribly”

“L/n.”

“If this is how badly she’s taking the news she’s gonna be a wreck for the fu-”

“L/n!” Sanemi said getting off the couch, placing both of his hands on your shoulders to make you stop rambling.

“You’re not fooling me. I know you’re hurt to. You spent a lot of time with him.”

Your eyes started to fill with tears, as your chin started to quiver. You bit your lip and adverted your gaze, begging to whoever is above to not let you cry in front of the wind hashira.

“…I know I yell at you about being strong all the time..but you don’t have to be strong in this situation. You’re allowed to scream and cry and hate everything. You need to grieve and not shove this inside.”

“Im fine..plus the crow is just old and dumb rengoku is fine, in a few days he’ll be walking back he’ll tell mitsuri and I all about his mission. Even when he’s all bruised up and exhausted he always bounces back. He always does.”

“Not this time l/n. He’s gone.”

..Finally, everything hit you. The numbness subsided, and all of your pain, and frustration hit you. The tears came rolling down your cheeks. You sobbed.

Your face became red as you apologized profusely for being week in front of Sanemi.

And that broke his heart. Seeing the way you’re crying over your friend, yet still worrying about being strong made him feel so small and weak, he hated it. He adverted his eyes, and simply placed his hand on the back of your head and pushed your face into his chest.

“There, now you don’t have to worry about me seeing you being weak.” He mumbled, lightly tracing your back with his fingers as a calming technique.

“I..happen to not be finding you weak right now..just so you know.”

“You dont..?” You sniffled out, turning your head to the side, the sound of his heartbeat thumped in your left ear.

“Nah. In fact I think right now you’re being really strong, Stronger than me honestly. But don’t let that get to your head this is a one time thing no one is stronger than I!” He said lightly hitting the spot on your head his hand had been resting on.

“Ow..that’s mean.”

“Yeah whatever. But you being able to show emotion during this fucked up time makes you really strong. But you still need help in the muscle department.”

You giggled as you sniffled again, trying to calm down from the wave of emotions that consumed you.

A silence consumed the room, sanemi was starting to fear that it was awkward for you.

“Hey..”

“Hm..?” You asked looking up at him.

Sanemi took his thumb and wiped your tears. ‘Better’ he though.

“So umm…do you want some Ohagi?”

“Yeah.. *sniffle* I would like that a lot.”

For the first time in a while, sanemi smiled. This fiery white haired man’s heart fluttered. He hated that right now you were hurting, but this man loved that he was getting able to be so close to you.

He hopes to be the only one to hold you close to him, and be the only one to wipe your tears.

[mykomivenn]

Don't forget the sanemi who will melt if he sees you treat Genya with such softness and kindness like his mother did

No i can see that!!! He'll feel so emotional just at the sight of you either giving gifts or patting Genya's head. He puts his trust on you so much that almost everything you do or every decision you made somehow also effecting him.

They way you made him so happy. He's glad to love you. Somehow in his head, he thought to himself,

"this is the one I'm gonna marry."

[loverofgenya]

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Drabble | Sanemi Shinazugawa x Plus Sized!Gn!Reader | Romantic Fluff

The way their fingers messed with his hair, their nails scrapping against his scalp softly made him feel something he didn't want to feel. Flustered. Flustered, red, butterflies in his stomach.

He hated it. It made him feel weak.

But oh, the way it made him feel all soft and small. His form relaxing under their hands as they showered him in affection. He loved it, but he didn't want to admit it.

Turning his head, the male burried his face into their thighs. They were soft and plush, like pillows. It made his face warm up at the thought.

"My Baby, My Baby" They softly singed, leaning down to place a kiss on the side of the males head.

Sanemi couldnt help it, placing little kisses along their thighs. It made them giggle slightly at the tickling feeling of his lips on thier skin. Ah their laughter and giggles, it never failed to make him smile.

Running his hands up and down their legs, squeezing them here and there. He could feel [Name]s hands gripping his hair, gently pulling it, making the male huff.

"You cant just do that" He grumbled into their thighs, heat rushing from his face down to his shoulders.

A hum is all he got, [Name] continuing to mess with Sanemis hair. The male couldnt help but grumble, hiding his face back into the persons thighs.

eh, not the best but i still love Sanemi--despite what he did to Genya--to death and would let him lay in my thick ass thighs.

I mean damn, my thighs are each the size of a watermelon gfqruie

anways got off track-

hope you enjoyed <3

[peachdies]

Moon Dance

The end of a prompt that I haven’t actually written the intro for. Might get around to it, but I still have two finals to study for.

Y/N is the Lunar Hashira. She and Sanemi were partnered for a mission and took out a lower-moon, but Y/N aggravated an earlier shoulder injury. They went to a hot spring and things got steamy in more ways than one.

Tengen is terrified of Y/N.

I hope to write part one soon!

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The Wind and Lunar Pillars kept a respectful distance between them as they crossed the front threshold into the Master’s garden. The other Pillars had already gathered, eagerly chatting with one another and sharing their latest kills and updates about their trainees. The Love Pillar, Mitsuri, caught Y/N’s eye over the top of Shinobu’s head and lifted her arm to frantically waive at her arriving friend. Before Y/N could return the greeting, she saw Mitsuri’s eyes widen, and mouth from a small “o,” her arm still suspended mid-air.

Curious to know what had stunned the normally-chatty Love Hashira into silence, Shinobu too, turned towards the arriving duo, eyes widening as she took in the scene.

One by one, the other Hashira fell silent as both Y/N and Shinuzagawa approached and slowed to a stop. Y/N’s stomach fluttered uncomfortably as she looked from Pillar to Pillar. Rengoku’s eyebrows had nearly disappeared into his hairline; Tengen, who always had a snarky comment ready, stared dumbly at them, jaw slack and mouth wide open. Even Tomioka, who Y/N had never once seen emote, stared wide-eyed, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

The Lunar Pillar felt her heart begin to thump erratically in her chest. We were just on assignment together, why would it be strange to arrive together as well? She panicked, eyes pleading with someone, anyone to break the tension threatening to suffocate her.

“The FUCK are you gawking at, Tomioka?” Sanemi snarled from her right, advancing forward past Y/N as he sought to pick a fight with the Water Hashira. Tomioka said nothing, just merely raised an eyebrow, lips thinning.

That’s when she saw it.

Y/N’s haori had not been originally made for her. Rather, the exquisite, silver cloth with the royal blue embroidering had been made for her brother, in order to showcase both the family wealth and the connection to the greater Lunar breathing clan. After her family’s demise, Y/N had found it tucked into a chest, never worn. She could not find it in her heart to leave it behind as she prepared to leave for her life with the Corps.

Her brother. At the time of his death, he had been around Sanemi’s height.

Had the haori been made to fit her, rather than her brother, perhaps Sanemi would have realized something was off as they hastily dressed in the early hours of the morning, when the sun had not yet begun to creep over the mountains. He would have noticed that the haori felt tight, short, too much so to be his own.

And had the haori been made for her, Y/N would have known that the overlarge, roomy haori she grabbed this morning was not hers, but Sanemi’s.

“Oh my!” Came Shinobu’s tinkling laugh.

“Quite the flashy fashion statement,” Tengen simpered, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at Sanemi. Mitsuri giggled, covering her mouth and the faint dusting of pink that was spreading across her cheeks.

Sanemi whipped back around to Y/N, whose face was as red as the tomato plants growing in the corner of the garden. His eyes fell to her shoulders, and his eyes widened in horror as he gripped the silvery fabric draped around him in realization.

“The Master of the Mansion will be arriving soon.” Ubayshiki’s children announced, as the Hashira rushed to form a line and bow. Sanemi, as a result of his attempt to take on Tomioka, was forced to kneel down beside the dour man, while you took a spot two heads down next to Shinobu and Mitsuri.

Tomioka’s nostrils widened softly, as he sniffed the air. “New soap, Shinazugawa?”

Evidently, Sanemi was the only one among them who had not realized that the jasmine—and-honeysuckle scent wasn’t the result of some exotic bush in the Master’s garden.

Whatever doubt that may have existed as to what had transpired between Y/N and Sanemi evaporated. They may have been able to explain wearing each other’s haoris as nothing more than an innocent mix up, but there was no explanation for Sanemi smelling like Y/N that didn’t point to something…intimate.

Both Rengoku’s and Tengen’s shoulders shook in silent laughter, as Mitsuri’s blush deepened. Shinobu side-eyed the flushed Lunar Pillar. Y/N’s nails broke the skin of her palms as she clenched her fists in mortification, jaw tight.

Casting a side glance down at the Wind Pillar, Y/N saw all of the familiar tells that Sanemi was about to tackle Tomioka and make him the target of his rage. A vein ticked in his forehead while the thick muscles of his forearms rippled, a snarl ripping from the back of his throat.

He would have, had the Master not stepped out onto the veranda, smiling serenely in the morning light.

“My dear children. I am so grateful to have you all gathered here again.” Master Ubayashiki intoned, as the Hashira bowed their heads in reverence.

“Master, you honor us. I hope you are in good health.” Iguro’s reedy voice rose above them, as Mitsuri whimpered having again missed the opportunity to greet their Master.

“Thank you, Obanai. I am happy to report that yet another lower moon has been disposed of.” The Master said, glowing with pride for his children. “I am happy to hear of your successful mission, Sanemi. Y/N.”

The other Hashira made a concerted, but failed effort to suppress their smirks, again shaking with quiet laughter. Successful, indeed. Sanemi chanced a sly glance over to Y/N, having failed to meet your eye once your affair had been made public.

Y/N felt the weight of his stare as it bore into her side, the heat creeping back up her collar once more. Though she didn’t return his glance, she closed her eyes for a heartbeat, two, before slowly opening them again to fix her stare on the rocks and dirt beneath her.

It’s okay, She said, silently. I’m okay.

Sanemi felt his shoulders ease with a tension he had not realized he carried , returning his attention to the Master before him.

The Master asked for a debrief of the mission, and both Sanemi and Y/N alternated in replying, their voices even and resolute. Y/N was determined to maintain an aura of cool indifference, as though they had merely carried out their mission with the utmost professionalism. Sanemi followed her lead.

Professional. Professional. Be professional. Y/N chanted to herself. Don’t think about anything else.

Not about how Sanemi’s lips felt ghosting up the side of her neck. How hard his chest pressed into her back as he scooped handfuls of hot spring water and let it dribble sensually down her sore shoulder, down her breasts.

Not about how he looked, standing in the shallow bank of the spring, droplets of water running down his lower abdominal muscles and to the alluring “v” of his hips.

Not about how his hands dug into her thigh, her hip, his teeth sinking into the juncture between her neck and shoulder, her breasts. Or the sound of his pants and throaty growls, as he rocked into her while she sobbed his name, over and over.

Not about how pretty she felt when he unleashed himself inside her, wanton and sated.

Sanemi. Sanemi. Sanemi.

Y/N clenched her fists again, resisting the urge to shake her head and clear the memories of the previous night from her mind.

“Wonderful,” Master Ubayshiki marveled at the pair’s report. “And i trust neither of you sustained any serious injuries?”

Sanemi hesitated. “Y/N’s-,”

“My shoulder.” Y/N finished quickly. “It was knocked from its socket. I attempted to reset it, but it was still healing from an earlier injury.”

“I am happy to examine Y/N once we are adjourned, Master.” Shinobu offered, nodding at her friend.

“Excellent,” Master Ubayashiki smiled, “Y/N, please return to the Butterfly Mansion with Shinobu once we are through. I do not wish for you to be in any pain.”

“Yes, Master. I thank you for your concern.” Y/N bowed.

“Or to be too sore.” Tengen muttered to Rengoku, though not quiet enough.

Sanemi gnashed his teeth together, itching for a fight. He glanced once more to where you knelt, wanting to see if she had heard Tengen’s comment.

Y/N’s face remained impressively impassive, save for one small twitch of her eye. She heard.

Shifting his eyes back to the ground before him, Sanemi felt the corners of his mouth turn up into a smirk. Beside him, the unflappable Tengen, audibly gulped.

Good. The bastard had noticed her tell, too. Sanemi would happily sit back and enjoy the show, should she decide to rip Tengen a new asshole.

The rest of the meeting proceeded without much fuss. Master Ubayashiki reported on the new crop of slayers who had passed Final Selection — a whopping fifteen new mizonoto. Out of the nearly fifty who had tried out.

The sun was high overhead by the time the Master had dismissed them. Y/N rose alongside Kocho, who began prodding at Y/N’s shoulder, asking her when the first injury happened, and how she had re-set it after the fight with Koyechii. Y/N winced as the Insect Pillar tested the joint’s mobility, tutting that it was likely fractured.

Sanemi watched, subdued, as the pair of women Hashira walked towards him, making their way to the Butterfly Mansion. Before Y/N could pass him, she drew up short beside Tengen, eyes fixed on him, unblinking.

Tengen went rigid and bowed. “Apologies, Y/N, for making such an unflashy comment. I commend you for your victory.”

The other Hashira looked towards Y/N, eager to see her response. Y/N paused for a moment, before giving Tengen the sweetest, most tooth-rotting smile that Sanemi had ever seen.

Poison, Sanemi mused.

“Don’t you fret, Tengen,” Y/N cooed, honey dripping from her lips, “everyone knows you have a tendency to be a bit quick. Don’t feel too bad, it happens to everyone!”

Tengen sputtered as Y/N sauntered by, moving to rejoin Shinobu at the exit, and eyeing Sanemi as he began to make his way to his own estate, in the opposite direction.

Y/N felt her stomach clench as he neared. He seemed to be prepared to breeze by her without a word, but just as their shoulders passed, Y/N felt the familiar, rough skin of Sanemi’s fingers brush against hers.

“I’ll come find you. Later.” He murmured, soft enough that only she could hear. Y/N’s chin lightly dipped in a nod imperceptible to everyone else but him.

Shinobu watched Y/N as she approached her at the gate. As the two made off down the path towards the Butterfly Mansion, she began listing off the treatments Y/N would need to follow in order to ensure her shoulder healed properly.

She did not comment on the faint smile that tugged at the corner of her friend’s lips, nor on the pinkish glow of her cheeks. Y/N would divulge the details, when she was ready.

Despite the dull ache in her arm, Y/N felt oddly light; buoyant. Not even the news that the Insect Pillar would have to re-dislodge her shoulder joint to properly re-set it, dulled the slight pep in her gait.

Later.