#soft genya

[pxob]

angel eyes

Genya Shinazugawa x Fem!Reader

Word count: 5524

Category: Enemies to lovers, slow burn romance, angst and fluff.

Warnings: Manga spoilers (if you squint), mentions of death, blood and injury and swearing.

Prologue 

Kanae-sama and Shinobu-sama had taken you in as a child after a demon attack had brutally slaughtered your parents. From that day on, you harboured a deep resentment towards the foul creatures that had caused so much pain and suffering, not just to you but to countless others as well.

Despite the trauma you had endured, your gratitude towards the Kocho family never wavered. They had taken you in, provided you with a loving home, and helped you heal from the devastating loss of your parents. 

While Kanao was timid and obedient, you were more like a replica of Kanae-sama's personality - kind, loving, and easy-going, except when it came to your deep-seated resentment towards demons. 

Your bond with Kanae-sama was as tight as any sibling relationship could be. Shinobu-sama recognised your deep connection with her biological sister and would even let her strict personality slip around you. From dawn until dusk, you trained with Kanae-sama and shared meals with her every evening. You were inseparable, to the point where Shinobu-sama had to physically intervene to separate the two of you. 

Until she died at the hands of Upper Moon 2. The news spread like wildfire, and you threw yourself into training with tireless resolve, determined to become the Tsuguko that Kanae-sama had hoped for. 

Kanao and Shinobu-sama were worried about you day and night, and despite Kanao's silent presence, she never left your side. She was aware of the hole in your heart that may never be filled again after Kanae-sama's death. 

A part of you, gone. 

“You’re not going to like this,” Aoi said as a way of greeting. She was standing at the sliding door of yours and Shinobu-sama’s research room. 

“Aoi-chan,” you looked up at her from your microscope. “What are you unhappy about now?” You teased. 

“Oh, it’s not me who's going to be unhappy,” Aoi said, giving you a knowing smile. You raised an eyebrow in curiosity as you heard a pair of unfamiliar footsteps approaching. 

Aoi stepped aside and introduced you to the boy. "This is Shinobu-sama's Tsuguko," she said, "She'll be giving you frequent check-ups, so please treat her with respect." Her words dripped with venom as she added, "And if you don't, I'll poison your medication." 

The boy stood in the same spot where Aoi had been moments before, his impressive height looming over her. He donned the uniform of a demon slayer, and his muscular physique strained against the tight sleeves. As you observed him closely, you couldn't help but count the numerous scars that littered his body. 

You also couldn't help but notice the unruly, unevenly cut hair on his head that resembled a rooster's comb. 

“You’re fucken kiddin’ me,” were his first words. 

You smiled in realisation, remembering clearly where you first met this boy.

Upon reaching the mountain top, you both were met with the discord of yelling and bodies shifting aggressively on the cobblestone path. 

“This is for starin’ at me, ya yellow-headed freak,” the boy shouted as he grabbed the other young boy by his yellow kimono. 

The examinees were scattered, murmuring, yet none intervened. 

“I WASN’T STARING AT YOU!” He shrieked. 

Everyone held their breath, waiting to see what would happen next. 

“Ya were, dickwad,” the boy replied, his fist raised menacingly. 

Without hesitation, you swiftly made your way towards the boy, grabbing his wrist tightly. 

“It’s rude to assault strangers,” you said calmly, a smile plastered onto your face. 

"The fuck," he said aggressively as he tried to retract his wrist from your grasp, you tightened your grip even more. 

The yellow-haired boy fled the moment he saw an opening, tears streaming down his cheeks as he trembled uncontrollably. 

“Let go, bitch,” he spat out, face turning red. 

Kanao took a step toward him, a silent threat emanating from her. 

“It’s okay, Kanao,” you said kindly, “Some people are unfortunate to not have been taught basic manners.” 

The bystanders began to chuckle lightly. 

"One day, I hope he learns to be kind," you said, twisting his wrist firmly. "Otherwise, his attitude will be the death of him." You then took hold of his elbow, manoeuvring it into a lock and guided him towards the ground. 

A resonating thump followed as he hollered below you. 

“YOU FUCKEN BITCH I’LL SLAUGHTER YOU!” 

“Your attitude has not changed since then it seems,” you stood, slowly walking towards him. 

He had grown an incredible amount in the short time since you last saw him, a clear indication of Himejima's rigorous training regimen and, most likely, his constant consumption of demon flesh. 

"Thank you for bringing him here, Aoi-chan," you said, the boy was staring back at you with a bewildered expression. "You may go now," you added, dismissing Aoi with a nod of your head. 

“Please come in,” you said, turning and leading the way towards the working desk, where there were two chairs on opposite sides of the table. “Please take a seat,” you gestured towards one of the chairs, noticing that the boy was still standing by the door. 

"I'm not coming in," he declares, looking down the hallway, averting his gaze. 

"Why is that? I won't bite," you joke with a friendly smile. But the boy remains rooted to the spot. 

“What’s your name?” you asked politely. 

“None of your business,” he snapped back. 

“Okay, none of your business,” he scoffed at that. “I’m going to be putting my valuable time and efforts into you-” 

“That was your choice,” he cut you off rudely.

Classic 

“Himejina-san informed me all about your case,” You walked towards the cabinet, situated on the far side of the room, where you stored all sorts of medicinal concoctions. Your gaze scanned the shelves, searching for the specific one you needed, after a few moments of searching, you finally found the right vial and walked back towards him. 

As you approached him, you noticed he was watching you every step of the way. You held out the vial and said, "I've created this specifically for your special case. It's designed to help mitigate any extraneous effects that may arise." 

The boy's eyes narrowed sceptically as he glanced back and forth between you and the vial. He hesitated before finally speaking up, "What if you poisoned this shit?" 

"Don't worry," you said. "It's completely safe.” 

He took the vial and inspected it closely. "Should you ever feel overwhelmed with the powers of the demons you consume, this should help ease it," you explained. "I recommend that you drink a tablespoon every half day and come back to me every week to check in on your progress." 

You took a step back from him and flashed a teasing smile. "And maybe then, you'll finally feel comfortable enough to share your name with me!" 

His face contorted into an irked expression, and he turned to walk away upon hearing your comment. As he strode down the hallway, you noticed him tuck the vial into his pocket and observed his ears turning red. 

A few days later, a group of three new demon slayers arrived at the Butterfly Mansion and were granted the privilege of staying there. You recognised each one of them from the mountain top of the final selection. Among them was the yellow-haired boy named Zenitsu, who seemed to recognise you even more. He took a considerable liking to you, constantly fawning whenever he catches sight of you. 

But what surprised everyone was the presence of a demon among them. It was unprecedented to have a demon among the ranks of the demon slayers; however, despite this, you have taken a liking in investigating the demon named Nezuko. 

Kanae-sama had a goal of eventually living in peace with demons. If Kanae-sama were here, she would have loved Nezuko, a sweet young girl who can easily be seen as a younger sister figure to almost anyone. 

“Zenitsu-san, your drool is creating a puddle on the ground,” you said as you were training. 

He sighed dreamily, “You’re so radiant, etherial, powerful-” 

You promptly resumed your training as Zenitsu's words started to sound like white noise. 

As he continued to ogle over you, another presence approached the training grounds. He stopped immediately upon seeing you training, his eyes scanning over your movements with interest. 

He watched as you effortlessly destroyed every single bamboo target with just a few swings of your Nichirin blade. Your movements were so swift and precise, as if you were dancing through the air. He couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy and spite as he watched you move with such ease and grace. 

He wondered how many hours of practice and dedication it must have taken to reach such a level of skill. 

He could tell that you had been a Tsuguko for quite some time, likely honing your skills through rigorous training and practice. If you continued at this pace, he couldn't help but wonder if you might become a Hashira in a matter of months. And what was even more impressive was that you would be the second youngest among the Hashira, which made your potential all the more remarkable. 

The thought of someone else reaching such a high level of skill and potential while he remained stagnant infuriated him. It stung even more because he had always wanted to impress his brother, the only person he ever truly wanted to please. But seeing your abilities, he couldn't help but feel like he would never be good enough in his brother's eyes. 

You turned around, a smirk spreading across your face as beads of sweat rolled down your serene complexion. "Oh, didn’t see you there," you said with a chuckle. "I'm glad you came back."

Zenitsu's eyes snapped to where you were now looking and he yelped, "SCARY MAN!" 

The boy turned to face Zenitsu and said, "Piss off, creep.” 

His words made Zenitsu run to where his other two companions were within the mansion. 

You headed towards the engawa, where a carafe of water was waiting for you. As you walked away, he couldn't help but survey the damage you had done to all of your targets. It was clear that you had accomplished it all without using any specific techniques, leaving him in awe. "How did you do that?" he blurted out. 

As you finished gulping the water, swiping the rouge droplets from your chin you asked, “Do what?” 

He pointed towards the targets, now reduced to mere fragments joining with the dirt on the ground. 

You let out a small laugh, "How did I do it without using any breathing technique?" You walked towards his side, "You're quite observant. How about you tell me your name and I'll teach you a thing or two?" You teased. 

"Genya Shinazugawa," he replied straight to the point. 

You grinned and said, "I meditate for an hour every morning and night." 

He looked at you with disbelief and asked, "Ya kidding, right?" He visibly deflated and continued, "Ya tellin’ me you sit on your ass and breathe for two hours a day? That's fucken ridiculous," his tone laced with disdain. 

"You'll understand one day," you replied, a hint of amusement in your voice, and then pivoted on your heel. "Let's start your check-up, Genya-san." 

“Take off your shirt,” you instructed. 

Genya stuttered in surprise, “What?” 

As you reached for the stethoscope from the table drawer, you said, "I need to listen to your lungs and heart for any defects.” 

“Oh.” 

Respecting Genya's privacy, you continued facing the opposite direction as he removed his upper layers. You could hear the rustling of clothes and then the sound of them falling to the floor. Once you sensed that he had finished, you turned around to face him. 

You couldn't help but marvel at his physique. At his age, he was unbelievably ripped with muscles and scars that seemed to accentuate his sculpted form, as if he was crafted from the finest quality marble. You rubbed your eyes, pretending as if something had gotten into them and then looked at him, only to find that he was already staring back at you. 

“Please have a seat,” you gestured towards the chair beside the table. 

He complied, appearing to be more cooperative than before. You pulled a stool in front of him and noticed him tense up, every muscle in his body taut. 

You clenched your jaw, put on the earpieces, and carefully placed the stethoscope on his left pectoral, listening to the booming beat of his heart.

 "Why is your heart beating so quickly, Genya-san?" You prodded, looking up at him through your lashes. 

"Drank tea," he replied too quickly. 

As you removed the stethoscope from his pectoral and stood up, you noticed that he was staring out the window. 

"Are you nervous, Genya-san?" you asked, trying to provoke a response. 

He snapped his eyes toward you. "Fuck no," he said, his voice tense. 

You towered over him as he remained seated in the chair, observing the way his jaw clenched and unclenched and his hands balled up in fists. Maintaining eye contact, you slowly walked around to his back and brought the stethoscope above his scapula. 

“Genya-san,” you said softly. 

"What?" he said sharply. 

"Your lungs aren't expanding and contracting properly," you pointed out, a clear indication that he was holding his breath. "I'm going to need you to take some deep breaths for me."

Reluctantly, he complied and you listened carefully to his breathing. His lungs seemed to be contracting more than they should for someone at rest. 

You took a step back and removed the stethoscope, gaping at the size of his back. Quickly, you shook your head, trying to clear the improper thoughts that had crept into your mind. 

He hastily gathered the clothes lying on the floor and put them on. “Has the medicine been helpful to you in any way?” you asked. 

He responded with a grunt. 

“I need you to respond verbally, Genya-san,” you insisted. 

“Yes,” he snapped. 

"Very well," you said, making your way to the table and focusing on the array of ingredients on your shelves, trying to regain your composure. 

"You're healthy. I'll just need you to avoid drinking tea before our next check-up," you concluded. 

You heard the sound of the door sliding opening. "Please close the door on your way out," you said delicately, not turning around to face him. He did exactly that, saying nothing but walking out of the room. You swore under your breath. 

As he sped down the hallway, his mind raced and his heart pounded with a sense of urgency. 

He knew he couldn't deal with you anymore. The thought of being trapped within four walls with you made his stomach leap, a clear indication of disgust.

Your soft spoken voice, loving eyes and kind touches had a way of making him feel at ease. He couldn't help but notice how you treated everyone with kindness, even those who mistreated you. It was intoxicating and he couldn't comprehend how someone could be so selfless. 

Your angel eyes saw good in many evil, it was something that both repulsed and charmed him at the same time. He couldn't understand how you could be so forgiving and compassionate, yet he found himself drawn to it like a moth to a flame. 

As he rushed out of the mansion, he bumped into a red-headed boy, barely registering his presence. The boy yelled something after him, but all Genya could think of was getting away from you. He needed to breathe, to clear his head, because the more he allowed himself to be drawn towards you, the more his carefully constructed plan to reach his brother began to crumble. 

He knew he couldn't afford to let himself catch feelings for you. It would only make things more complicated and could jeopardise everything he had worked so hard for. But the more he thought about you, the more he found himself unable to resist your angelic nature. 

Genya's frustration boiled over as he ran his hands through his hair, yanking on his locks in anger. "FUCK!" he shouted, lashing out and kicking a nearby rock, sending it careening into the trees. 

Today was the day of another weekly checkup. 

You were prepared, steeling yourself to remain professional and composed despite the tension that lingered between you. 

As you waited for Genya's arrival, you reviewed your notes and made sure everything was in order. Despite trying to remain composed, you couldn't help but feel a tinge of anxiety in the pit of your stomach. 

It was a little late, later than he had previously arrived. You tried to push the feeling aside, reminding yourself that anything could have delayed him and it was better to wait patiently. 

The sun had already set and the night stars were becoming prominent outside your window. 

"Where is he?" you muttered to yourself, glancing at the clock on the wall. 

You couldn't help but wonder if he was deliberately avoiding the appointment, perhaps because of his stubborn nature or his reluctance to be confined in the medical room. 

So be it, Genya. 

Despite trying to distract yourself with training, your thoughts kept wandering back to Genya. It had been several days since you last saw him, and you couldn't help but wonder where he was and what he was doing. 

But you pushed those thoughts aside and focused on your role as a mentor to Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenitsu. You spent long hours helping them hone their skills and improve their techniques. Tanjiro, in particular, showed remarkable progress and you couldn't help but feel proud of him. 

"Tanjiro-san, you're improving at an astonishing rate!" You praised him. 

"It's all thanks to everyone here, including you," he replied with a grin. 

One of the things that made you happiest was being able to help others. You had a big heart and always went out of your way to offer assistance, even when it wasn't necessary. Seeing others improve and achieve their goals gave you a sense of fulfilment that was hard to describe. 

"You too Inosuke-san, well done!" You gave his arm a genuine squeeze, acknowledging his effort. 

Inosuke mumbled something behind his mask, but you could sense the delight in his tone. 

Zenitsu, on the other hand, couldn't help but interject. 

"But what about me,” he whined. "Am I improving too?" 

"Well, Zenitsu-san, you're definitely...trying," you said diplomatically. 

Zenitsu pouted, clearly hoping for more praise, but you knew he had a lot of work to do before he could truly become a skilled demon slayer. 

Despite his flaws, however, you couldn't help but feel a soft spot for him. You looked around the training grounds and realised you needed to get back to your research. 

"I'll leave you all to your training," with a wave goodbye, you turned and walked away while they bowed in response. 

As you strode, you heard the sound of yelling and pleading coming from inside the mansion.

Your curiosity piqued, you quickened your pace and soon noticed droplets of blood on the hardwood floor. Your hand instinctively reached for the hilt of your sword. 

Running, you followed the trails of blood and desperate cries, your heart racing with fear and anticipation. Finally, you skidded to a stop, frozen at the sight before you. 

Genya had always been aware of the risks that came with being a demon slayer. But this particular demon had been stronger than he had anticipated and had managed to inflict injuries that were more severe than he was used to.

Genya relied on consuming the flesh of other demons to heal his own wounds, but this time he had not been successful in consuming a single thing from the demon. This lack of regeneration made the wounds even more excruciating and difficult to deal with. 

Despite the pain, his first thought was to find you, the medical expert who could treat his injuries. He knew that he needed your help to heal and get back on his feet. With that in mind, he had managed to make his way to the mansion, gritting his teeth through the pain as he focused on reaching you. 

Naho, Kiyo, and Sumi trembled in fear as Genya strode through the gates of the Butterfly Mansion, paying no heed to his open wounds. 

He was stubborn to reach you. He trusted only you to treat him or even touch him. 

Blood dripped from his wounds, leaving a trail on the floorboards of the mansion as he made his way towards your office. He ignored the cries of the three girls, driven solely by the hunger to reach you. 

“You’re dripping blood on the floor, please stop!” Naho begged. 

“Let us help you, Genya-sama, it will only get worse!” Kiyo added. 

“Shut up,” he snarled. He didn't mean to sound so hostile, but he needed to reach you without distractions. 

The sound of the girls’ screams echoed in Genya’s ears as he shoved his way towards your office, ignoring the pain that shot through his body with every step. 

His hand left bloody smears on the door as he pushed it open, desperate to find you. But when he stumbled into the room, he found it empty. 

His vision was blurry, and he was seeing spots, the pain almost unbearable. He staggered backwards, using the wall to steady himself as he tried to call out for you. 

Suddenly, he heard the skid of someone stopping behind the three girls who were still screaming in terror. He turned his head, his eyes fixing on you as you stood there with your hand on the hilt of your sword. 

You were frozen in place, clearly shocked by the bloody and battered figure of him. 

“Genya Shinazugawa!” You gasped in shock, your hand instinctively flying to cover your mouth. 

You gently moved Sumi out of the way to reach him. As you got closer, you saw the bloody handprints on the door and the exhaustion on Genya's face. Your heart sank at the sight of his injuries. 

“Please prepare the first aid materials in the infirmary,” you commanded the three girls, they ran quickly. 

"Genya, what happened?" You asked, your voice trembling with concern as you took a closer look at him. 

“Demon,” he said softly. “In a lotta pain,” he added. 

You nodded, your mind already racing with what needed to be done. "Let’s get you cleaned up,” you said. 

You gently took Genya's hand and led him towards the infirmary, careful not to aggravate his wounds. Despite the excruciating pain he must have been experiencing, he stiffened at the sudden contact. You noticed this and quickly dropped your hand, apologising, "Sorry, I should have asked." 

Genya grabbed your hand and held it tightly. "No," he said, "I liked it." 

Your eyes widened at his bold statement, and a blush crept onto your face. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you led him into the infirmary.

After a few hours of tending to Genya's wounds, he finally succumbed to exhaustion and fell into a deep slumber. 

You sat by his bedside, watching over him as he slept. As you gazed at him, you noticed how peaceful he looked, with his breathing slow and steady. 

With your heightened senses, you slowly turned to catch a glimpse of a white-haired man standing silently by the door. 

He lifted his index finger to his lips, signalling for you to stay quiet. 

You nodded in understanding, still surprised by his unexpected arrival. 

He sat himself softly on Genya's bed and pressed a kiss onto his forehead. Your eyes widened as you pieced together the resemblance between the two of them. 

Sanemi Shinazugawa left a kiss on his brother's forehead. 

After Sanemi finished looking at his brother, satisfied with the amount of care given to him, he walked towards you and whispered in your ear, “Thank you.” He then walked out of the room. 

The next morning, you decided to bring breakfast to Genya, wanting to compensate for his sore body with a meal served in bed. As you entered the room, you found him sitting up and staring out of the window, watching the lush trees dance in the fresh air. 

"Good morning," you greeted him with a beautiful smile, holding a tray of food in your hands. 

"Mornin’," he grumbled, his voice still heavy with sleep. 

You couldn't help but feel a little flustered at the sound of his voice. 

"I brought you some food," you said, making your way to him. "May I sit?" you gestured towards the bed. 

"Feel free," he replied softly. 

You sat down next to him and placed the food on his lap, pouring a glass of water from his side table. Genya was about to grab a spoonful of food for himself, but you gave him a warning glance. 

"What?" he looked confused. 

You took the spoon from his fingers and guided it to his mouth, feeding him yourself. 

His face turned bright red as he promptly covered it with his large hand, grabbing your wrist. "I can feed myself," he whispered. 

"I know," you replied with a teasing smile. "But I can't help enjoy seeing you blush.” 

He stared at you intently, as if searching for something in your eyes. 

“You need to eat, Genya-san,” you reminded him. 

He opened his mouth and you brought the spoonful of food towards him. He gratefully accepted it and sighed in satisfaction after swallowing it. Then, you brought the glass of water to his cracked lips. 

Water escaped from his mouth and dribbled down his chin. You quickly wiped it away with your thumb, but as soon as your skin made contact with his, you felt a jolt run through you. You looked up at him and noticed that his eyes had clouded over and his ears were red. 

"I'M SO JEALOUS!" Zenitsu exclaimed loudly. 

"Shut up!" Inosuke swatted Zenitsu’s head. 

Genya turned his attention to the door, where Zenitsu, Inosuke, and Tanjiro were peeking in. 

"Get. The. Fuck. Out!" Genya bellowed, his patience clearly wearing thin.

"Nezuko-chan," you said while sitting on the engawa, gently smoothing out her hair. She was lying on your lap as the two of you basked in the moonlight. 

She let out an enthusiastic hum, and her small hands reached up to grasp yours, nuzzling her cheek against your palm. 

The gesture made your heart swell with warmth, and you couldn't help but think that this is how Kanae-sama must have felt when you were younger. 

You chuckled softly as you noticed Genya’s attempting to spy on the two of you from the hallways of the mansion. "Ganya-san thinks I can't see him spying on us," you said with amusement. 

He made his presence even more obvious by speaking up, "Ya know you got a demon on your lap, right?" he said. 

"I am most aware," you smiled at him. 

The moonlight highlighted your features even more, making you look ethereal. 

"Why do you smile," he asked, his curiosity piqued. "When you feel so angry all the time?" 

His sudden analysis caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but feel a little surprised. 

Nezuko gazed up at you, her eyes full of curiosity and admiration. You couldn't help but think of Kanae-sama and how she used to play with your hair in the same way you were now with Nezuko. 

Genya's words had stirred up memories of Kanae-sama and the pain of her loss came flooding back. Your throat started to tighten, and tears welled up in your eyes. "Fuck," Genya was taken aback by your sudden change in attitude.

Nezuko's sudden embrace took you by surprise. You cried hard on her shoulder, the memories of Kanae-sama and the pain of losing her flooded back to you. Your tears wet her kimono, but she didn't seem to mind. It was as if she understood your pain, despite being a demon. 

Genya watched with a mixture of confusion and concern. He had never seen this side of you before, and it made him realise how little he knew about you. He always saw you as the kind-hearted person with a beautiful smile on your face, always ready to help anyone in need. 

It was difficult for him to see you in so much pain, and he didn't know how to comfort you. 

He hesitantly placed a hand on your head, and you made a muffled sound of surprise from the sudden touch. You turned around and looked at him through your wet lashes, tears still running down your cheeks. 

“I got you,” he said, looking you in the eyes and giving you soft smile. 

He sat down next to you, allowing his shoulder to touch yours. You felt a flutter in your chest at the contact and didn't dare move, afraid the moment might end. 

You looked down to check on Nezuko, she had fallen asleep in your embrace.

Genya's took your hand in his, it was so warm in yours as he ran his thumb along your knuckles. 

You leaned your head on his shoulder, enjoying the feeling of being close to him as you both gazed up at the night sky. 

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” You asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

Genya shifted slightly, looking down at you. "Yeah," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "So beautiful."

Two months had passed since Genya started his frequent check-ups, and your relationship had blossomed into something beautiful. You found comfort and joy in each other's company, and Genya seemed to have found a sense of purpose being around you. 

On this particular day, the two of you were sitting on the engawa, overlooking the stunning garden of the butterfly mansion. The fragrant scent of flowers wafted through the air, and the gentle rustling of leaves added to the serene atmosphere. 

You had previously mentioned to Genya that you would meditate for two hours a day, and he had expressed interest in joining you. 

Sitting in silence, Genya found it increasingly difficult to stay still. His legs were losing feeling, his nose was itching, and he was just so close yet so far from you. It was pissing him off that he couldn't hold your hand, kiss your forehead, or have you play with his hair. 

As he tried to resist the urge to sneeze, Genya's nose continued to twitch uncontrollably. He was growing increasingly uncomfortable sitting in silence next to you, struggling to maintain stillness during meditation. He wanted nothing more than to hold your hand, feel the warmth of your touch, or have you play with his hair. But he knew that any movement on his part would break the stillness of the moment. 

Despite his discomfort, he refused to touch his nose. He had noticed that you had an amazing sense of spatial awareness, and he didn't want to risk breaking the peaceful atmosphere with even the slightest movement. So, he tried to hold on as long as possible, hoping the sneeze would subside on its own. 

It did not, it only got worst. 

He slowly opened one eye, feeling a bit apprehensive about disturbing your meditation, but then he couldn't resist the urge to steal a glance at you. However, he quickly regretted it when he realised that you were already staring back at him, a small smile on your face. 

"Have you been starin’ at me all this fucken time?" he snarled. 

"Yep," you chirped. 

"You little-" Genya was about to say something but you jumped up, giggling, and ran towards the garden. 

As you both tumbled to the grass, laughter filled the air. You could feel the soft blades of grass tickling your skin as Genya playfully pinned you down, his weight making it impossible for you to move. You looked up at him, his chest heaving from the chase, his eyes burning with mischief. 

You playfully pouted, pretending to be upset that Genya had caught you, but your smile gave you away. 

Genya couldn't help but notice the pout on your lips, and his eyes flickered back and forth between your eyes and mouth. He hesitated for a moment, unsure whether he should make a move, but before he could do anything, you took the initiative. 

You pulled him towards you and pressed your lips against his. 

He was frozen at first, hands grabbing chunks of grass in an attempt to restrict himself, but he couldn't resist your allure. You whispered his name, which undid him, and he responded by deepening the kiss. 

As the kiss broke, both of you were left breathless. Genya looked into your eyes, his gaze intense and filled with emotion. Without a word, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you, while he pulled you onto his lap. 

For a few moments, both of you remained entranced in each other's presence, the world around you fading away as your hearts beat as one. 

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Kiss it better by silverynight

Summary: "Why would I be friends with someone who hurt me?"

Tanjirou pouts, he starts feeling bad about it; maybe he actually broke it so bad and it never actually healed completely.

"Does it cause you pain still? Maybe you should talk to Aoi about it. But let me kiss it better first!"

Genya freezes completely, staring down at Tanjirou like he's not sure he heard correctly.

"What?"

One Shot | Rated - Teen & Up

A grumpy boy by silverynight

Summary: "He needs a friend, no one wants to get closer to him!" Tanjirou pouts, remembering all the times he's seen him in the butterfly estate and how the other slayers avoid him at all costs.

"What if he wants to be left alone? Have you ever thought about that?"

In Tanjirou's opinion, no one should end up alone, but perhaps Zenitsu has a point.

"Okay... If my plan doesn't work, I'll leave him alone."

One Shot | Rated - Teen & Up

Sick? Just flustered by Mostly_Izuku

Summary: That scene where Tanjiro is bombarding Genya with social interaction and genya responds with anger but make it fem Tanjiro.

— — —

Or Genya dying from a red face

One Shot | Fem Tanjiro au

a checkered haori by DragonsAndCryptids

Summary: After the confrontation with Sanemi, Genya steals Tanjiro's haori because he likes the way it smells and it helps calm him down.

He doesn't want to address why that is, but when Tanjiro finds out, he doesn't give him much of a choice.

One Shot | Rated - Teen & Up

so this is what makes life divine by blithely

Summary: Tanjirou has never known love outside anything familial or platonic but maybe genya changes that completely.

One Shot | Rated - Teen & Up

Hot Springs Romp by KitsuneFangs4488

Summary: After arriving in the swordsmith village Tanjiro heads to the hot springs to relax after a long journey.

But finding he's not alone, he tries to make friends with his fellow slayer. And ends up with more then he bargained for.

One Shot | NSFW

Calming Hot Springs by The_Biggest_Enmu_Simp_Alive

Summary: Mitsuri had told Tanjirou that he would have unfriendly company at the hot spring but he didn’t realize it would be Genya Shinazagawa..

One Shot | NSFW

Radiant by bluebottle762

Summary: Technically life didn't settle with the end of everything, but it felt that way. A routine, an assurance of an end, if not in their lifetimes then someday in the future. Their chosen path in life was still a dangerous one, especially for Tanjiro - now Sun Hashira, but they are at least afforded more peace than before. Peace that they use almost exclusively for each other, because that's what you do when you're head over heels for someone in the way that they are.

One Shot | NSFW

Our Little Secret by Anonymous

Summary: He and Genya had gotten close, he believes.

The latter had started to open up, he's become more affectionate. Not that Tanjirou minded, it was fine.

But there were subtle hints of emotions that he wasn't used to smelling. He smelt it in the entertainment district but that's the only time he did.

Love and Lust.

He never thought of it that much, nor did he acknowledge the agitation in Genya's attitude recently.

But from Genya though? He didn't know how to react to that.

So he pushed it away and didn't think about it, then he realized too late that Genya's agitated state would turn out to be sexual frustration.

One day, out of nowhere,

Genya had quickly picked up and carried Tanjiro as he made his way towards a dark storage closet where they weren’t likely to be disturbed, opening the door and pulling the short boy inside before closing the door and locking it.

After this, Tanjirou would know who he would always belong to.

One Shot | NSFW

An Unexpected Confession by bluejelly245

Summary: Genya gets persuaded (more like dragged) by Nezuko to have dinner with her and Tanjiro.

One Shot | SFW

you bring me home by johneggsalad

Summary: Genya has trouble falling asleep after being in his demon form for too long.

One Shot | SFW

Priorities by RedReap1812

Summary: Tanjirou has his priorities set straight.

Genya isn't exactly approving of it.

One Shot | SFW

Singin’ in the Rain by ThatOneFangirl946

Summary: One day, Tanjiro is watching his family’s bakery when a stranger comes in to get out of the rain: Genya Shinazugawa. As Genya waits for the rain to stop, the two get to talking and get to know each other a little.

One Shot | SFW | Non-Demon AU

Flower Talk by mochiwrites

Summary: Tanjirou can’t stop looking at the tattoo shop across the street, for a certain tattoo artist caught his eye.

One Shot | SFW | Non-Demon AU

Second chance by Wild_Quetzal

Summary: “Listen, Tanjirou-kun, you might already know this, but, the quickest way to someone’s heart is opening yours to them first! Be sincere and be yourself always. Since Genya-kun seems to be a little shy in person, we’ll send him a-“

“Letter?” Tanjirou’s eyes glistened with enthusiasm.

“Yes!”

——

Mitsuri plays matchmaker, shenanigans ensue.

One Shot | SFW

GenTan Drabbles! by mimimimi (reiiiiii)

you’re the dream i never wanna wake up from by namseoks

Summary: All three of them played a different harmony to the same melody. They were three notes of the perfect chord — a C major triad, the sun, the moon, and all the stars.

———————

In which three boys fall in love.

One Shot | SFW

[krikidilly]

GENYA DOODLES GRAAAH MY FAVORITE GUY!!!

[mamayan]

★Good Boy☆

Sub! Genya Shinazugawa x Soft Dom! Reader

cw: Soft Dom! Reader • Fem! Reader Coded • Sub! Genya • Fluff • Mild Angst • Hand Job (M) • Mild Teasing • Mild Overstimulation • Praise • Fingering (M) • Oral (M)

wc: 3k+

A/N: He is an angel, no one can convince me otherwise—

“Can I…?” You turned to see your sweet lover standing in the entrance of the shoji, handsome as always but wearing an unusual nervous expression.

You cock a brow expectantly, smile curving your lips. “Can you what, Genya?” There’s a teasing lilt to your tone which makes him purse his lips, pale skin beginning to flush red.

“T-Tanjiro was the one to bring it up, okay? I-I wasn’t listening to anything weird, alright?” His immediately defensive words before he’d even asked permission was a telling sign for you as interest sparked in your eyes. That made him even more nervous, but the sight of you sitting and being so patient made it even more difficult for him not to ask.

“Alright Genya, I understand. Now go ahead and tell me.” You weren’t asking, but your tone hadn’t changed. It didn’t matter though, as Genya immediately spit it out at your command.

“C-Can I lay my head on your l-lap?!” He’d all but screamed it. Panting as if it’d taken an incredible amount of effort to speak the sentence, the demon slayer with physical abilities that few could contend with appeared all but starved for oxygen. Those wide dark amethyst eyes are bloodshot and a little teary at the edges as he stared fervently at you.

“Yes?” You’d expected something different. Less innocent at least.

His face lights up though, and it makes any disappointment dissolve in the face of such a gorgeous display of happiness. His sweet smile and flushed cheeks make you coo, shifting yourself to sit in a more formal position as he scurries and secures a spot on your thighs with his head.

He lays himself almost stiffly on your lap, his large body frozen as if you’d change your mind if he were to move too much. You chuckle in amusement, his eyes flicking up to where you leaned over him. “Relax sweet boy, close your eyes.” He was too cute to deny right now, especially as he obeys with almost too much enthusiasm and tightly shuts his eyes with more concentration than necessary. You help him out, smoothing your hand lightly over his face, trailing down his cheeks and jaw with a feather light touch. He’s stuck between feeling like wanting to claw out of his own skin and melting in it. Your soft touch leaves him vulnerable, but as does the position which situates you over him, almost like he’s being protected. Genya ponders the last time he’s felt safe like this, but thoughts of his family and Sanemi hurt his chest too much to dwell long on, so he enjoys the fluffy feeling beginning to consume him and his mind.

“How was your day, my love?” He hates how much he adores your sweet names for him. As if each one is a balm to soothe his frayed nerves for each time he’s been hurt or insulted. He’s unable to deny a single request or command from you, nor does he particularly want to either. “I trained with Tanjiro, the dumb guy. He keeps getting stronger, while I’m just…” he grits his teeth, words not coming as easily as he tries to formulate the correct words which would describe his own inferiority to Tanjiro—

“Just what?” You goad.

“While I’m just me,” he doesn’t look at you anymore, eyes focused on the other end of the room as if his greatest enemy stands like a ghost in the corner. “I’m just me, I don’t have any cool ancestors or fancy breathing styles, I ain’t like ‘Nemi—,” you gently tilt his face back up towards you, eyes so warm he stutters on his words and stops entirely. How could you look at him like that? When he’s like this?

“You don’t need to be like him though, do you? You’re perfect just the way you are, sweet boy. Have I not shown you already? Your effort, your strength, your perseverance… they’re all yours, right?” His breathing nearly halts, so focused on your words he feels himself going light headed, “Focus on what you can do and focus on coming back to me. Isn’t that enough?” A single tear slides down his cheek, gaze blurry with the ones unshed as his chest fills with adoration and admiration for you.

“Don’t cry ‘Nya, I haven’t even done anything yet,” your teasing words make him flush deeper, the innuendo not lost on him despite his embarrassment.

“I-I ain’t cryin’!” He flinches as you inflict a small pinch to his cheek, “Sorry…” he apologizes quickly for yelling.

“Why are you embarrassed? Don’t you like when I play with you?” He wants to melt into the floor, but he’s trapped by the soft pillow of your thighs beneath his head and neck. Of course he liked it, he loved it even, but admitting it aloud was the most difficult for him. His silent trembling and watery gaze weren’t convincing enough apparently. Your hand leaves his soft tresses, smoothing down his neck and onto his chest where he tenses under the delicate pressure.

“That’s too bad ‘Nya, I really want to play with you now but… since you don’t like it, I won’t force you.” He nearly jolts up, but halts in fear of damaging your hand in his carelessness, instead panicking.

“N-no! I like it! I really, really like it,” his honest declarations are the easiest to achieve when he’s not given time to think of some crass response or lie, “Y-you always make me feel, well, good, really good,” he looks ready to burst, his cute expression almost too much for you as you withhold your laughter.

“Oh…? What do you like best then, sweet boy?” You knew he was close to his verbal limit, but to not push him until he couldn’t take anymore would be a waste since he so sweetly offered himself up like this.

Genya choked as your hand drifted lower, unable to control his body even with deep breathing as his pants began to feel tighter.

“I like… when you touch me, like this,” it feels like his throat is closing up. Your sweet hum of affirmation and your hand drifting lower was incentive enough to keep going. “When you—fuck,” his eyes nearly roll back just from you teasing the edges of his belt line.

“Finish your sentence, or we can stop here.”

“Wh-when you touch my cock—,” he looks like a boiled octopus, so red and flustered as he twitches helplessly beneath your hand. His eyes meet your own, as if asking if that was the right answer to get what he wants, no, needs from you.

He feels almost betrayed when you only lightly skim his stiff cock with the tips of your fingers, smile still in place as he gasps and jerks despite the minimal stimulation.

“I’m touching it, baby. Just how you like,” he wished you’d end the teasing, weak to your voice and touch as he grows closer to his breaking point.

“M-more please, like you usually do—,” his tone is getting whinier and more desperate.

“How do I usually do it…?” You drag one finger just up to the tip, chuckling as his hips hump uselessly up for even a tiny bit more friction. You deny him of course, playing dumb while dragging your finger around the opening where pre-cum was already pearling up.

He huffs, a light moan being drawn when you press down on his opening. “Y-you grip it, fuck, my cock—please, I-I need you,” there it was, your smile widens as tears spill freely, his eyes finally losing their defiance and cocky attitude in favor of showing you the sweet softness he holds beneath the surface just for you.

“There’s my sweet boy, I was wondering where’d you been~” you coo and give in finally, curling your fingers around his poor leaking cock and tightening until his breath became lodged in his throat and his body stiffened. “My sweet boy always tells me what he wants, doesn’t he?” You give no warning, only jerking him harshly and quickly, loving the way his eyes flash with pleasure and trepidation. Genya can’t speak anymore, only choked gasps and moans escaping as you drive him towards a quick and viscious end, back arching up, head pressing deeper into your thighs. “Wa—ngh—c-cum—please, I—!” Drool slides down the corner of his mouth as he brokenly begs for permission.

“Of course you can cum, sweet boy. Make a mess for me, ‘Nya” and he does, the vigorous stimulation right after being teased has him tumbling down the cliff’s edge as he shoots ropes of thick hot cum all over your hand inside his pants.

“Ah—!” He always cums with such emotion you can help but lean deeper and swallow his cries, tongue easily invading his mouth and tasting the sweets he likely shared with Tanjiro earlier.

He jerks as you continue your fast and unending pace, hand able to work him easier now that his cum has lubed himself up.

“S’too much—!” He can only cry against your lips, clearly becoming overwhelmed and overstimulated but you merely hush him with another kiss as he’s forced to cum again, though much less coming out but not at the cost of pleasure as his mind goes completely blank as pain bleeds into the orgasm.

When you pull away, he’s left as a true mess on your lap, dazed expression languid and body completely pliant now.

As a slayer, he’s quick to recover, eyes lazily tracking your hand coming out of his pants, sticky with his release as you bring it to your lips and make a show of licking it up.

When his cock jumps to life again under the lewd display, you happily share in the experience and press two fingers against his lips.

He doesn’t even think as he parts them, your fingers pressing in and forcing his own release inside his mouth. He cleans your fingers eagerly, less shy now and with vigor.

“Good boy, ‘Nya, clean them good, okay? Get them nice and wet, I plan to fuck your ass with them.” He nearly passes out at your vulgar language, face becoming completely molten as you work your fingers around in his mouth, rubbing against his tongue while his eyelids grow heavy. “Does that sound nice? Do you want that, Genya?” The use of his full name lets him know he needs to answer or you’ll stop. You pull your fingers away so he can speak.

“Yes, yes please, I-I want that.” He doesn’t hesitate, knowing full well you can and will deny him if he’s slow to reply. You smile and plunge your fingers back into his mouth, swirling them a bit and even intentionally poking a little too deep to see his eyes water. “Such a good boy, my good boy,” you murmur, and his heart swells at your claiming of him.

Once you’re satisfied, you pull them free with an audible pop, saliva nicely coating them while Genya sits up, expression akin to a puppy eager to please its master for a treat.

“Strip and lay down for me,” you order softly, voice never rising but command firm all the same. It sends shivers down his spine, the ability to completely let his guard down and let you make the decisions for him, let you lead him because without a doubt he trusts you.

“Slow down,” you chuckle and tell him, slowing his violently fast movements to strip into a more normal pace so you can watch his skin be revealed like a present being unwrapped. He’s scarred, a physical reminder he’s survived, but not without cost and pain. His sinewy muscles are revealed as he folds and sets aside his top like you enjoy, his upper body bare, pale skin tinged pink like his face, veins bulging out as he trembles under your stare. He’s embarrassed and aroused, painfully aroused, but it wasn’t anything new in your presence. You set him on fire, made him melt into a puddle. He’s trembling even as he stands and pulls his pants down, adorable white underwear stained and soaked from his earlier release, his cute cock smacking against his skin with a wet noise as he pulls them down and releases it.

Down his lithe muscular legs, Genya fully undresses for you, obeying and sitting back down on the tatami mat below and letting his body lay out.

“So good for me, knees up and legs spread baby,” you coo, kneeling down as well after removing a few layers yourself. He’s star struck, eyes unable to look away from your perfect figure he very much wishes to worship, licking his drying lips in anticipation.

He stays as still as possible, only twitching a little as you blow cool air on the dark reddened tip of his plush cock, the leaking tip mostly hidden by his foreskin. “Keep your eyes on me, okay? If you look away, I’ll stop.” His pupils dilate, watching as you pull his foreskin down and reveal the sensitive tip, tongue slipping out to lick him. He’s panting and you’ve hardly even begun, hands clenched in shaky fists, nails digging into his skin as he struggles to keep his eyes locked with yours as you slowly open your mouth and let a glob of spit roll down his shaft. He wants to burst, ready to cum again by sight alone but he doubts you’ll give him permission to cum before you’ve had your fill yet.

Then he feels the cool wet sensation on the tight ring of muscle below, his balls drawing up as you gently prod with a single digit until he breathes out and relaxes, earning a smile from you as your finger slips inside of him. It doesn’t even burn, only a slightly alien sensation at first as you gradually wiggle and stretch his hole, pad of your finger lightly grazing his prostate.His eyes roll back as a loud moan escapes him, hips jerking up and smearing a line of pre-cum across your lips and cheek as he stutters.

It’s too late when you completely pull away, finger leaving him as well as you sit back patiently. His eyes went wide with panic, “N-no wait—! I-I’m sorry, please, Y/N, I’ll be good, please,” his desperate little pleas tumbling out freely. “I’m not upset ‘Nya, my good boy, I just need you to look at me baby, you can be good and do that right?” He’s nodding before you even finish, a pretty flutter of dark hair moving where his mohawk rests. “Be good, I’ll be good,” he affirms, eyes so serious and strained you giggle, moving back again to his cock twitching desperately for any attention you’re willing to give it.

Genya gasps in shock as you give him two fingers this time, his ass stretching just enough for a tiny burn before it fades as you lock your lips around his cock, swirling your tongue under the skin around his tip. His eyes water, unblinking as they look at you, and you’re blessed with the sight of them finally falling as he grits his teeth and whines for you. Your fingers prod and brush his prostate, warm tongue so gentle and sweet compared to your calculated thrusts into his hole, his whines becoming delirious moans while he pants and drools, face fucked out and so cute you can’t help taking more of his cock into your mouth. He feels so good, a building thrum of pleasure swirling from both his cock and ass it’s turning his brain to mush.

“I-I need, please may I, Y/N—!” He howls your name, one eye nearly closing but he holds strong when you suck particularly hard on him. “May I cum, fuck, please, please I need—!” Tears flow freely now, his dark purple eyes reddened on the corners as they spill down his cheeks while his hips thrust up begging for release.

You pull off with a pop, free hand working his cock still just like before as he grunts almost as if in pain but you know he’s simply holding on by a thread.

“Cum for me ‘Nya, let go baby,” you encourage, and he does. Unable to deny you a single thing and truly unable to stop the white hot pleasure which rips through him as his cock twitches and spurts his hot load. You open your lips, catching his cum in your mouth as he gasps and writhes below, sweet moans and whines filling the space as you gently work him down. You pull your fingers free at last, his tight ring twitching too as you do.

He’s left a sweaty satiated mess when you pull up, easily crawling over him and slotting your lips against his. Genya opens, groaning as you push his cum into his mouth, his salty sweet taste now filling his senses along with the taste of you.

You kiss him with all the love you feel, only pulling away when you need the air finally, adoration and awe covering your slayer’s cute face.

“I love you,” he looks so vulnerable saying it, as if you rejecting him might destroy his fragile heart.

You’d never do such a thing though.

“I love you too, my sweet boy, my Genya,” and he’s gone as you affirm his love. As you claim him.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, and we can have dinner.” Your aftercare is nothing short of perfection, and while he’s shy in receiving such tender care and love he’s been deprived of so long, he’s unable to deny how lovely it is to be cherished like this. He might still not be on the best of terms with his brother, but he knows a safe space will always remain in your arms.

“Y/N…,” you look up, his eyes shining with tears again but this time his smile is filled with gratitude. “Thank you,” his voice is hoarse, but you laugh, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him into your chest as you kiss his head.

Dividers by/@cafekitsune

[ms0milk]

stealing the hashira's haori part 2

| ft. tengen, mitsuri, obanai, gyomei

a/n: back by popular demand ! this one is def more haori *inspired* than haori driven lmao

3.5k 😈

Tengen

three incredibly talented wives and the most handsome doting husband on the face of the earth?

god plays favorites

you’re hardly bored in such a loving crowd, but splitting your attention four ways can really take it out of you!

sometimes you just gotta 

flee

makio’s the horniest woman alive

suma always wants to show you a pretty rock

tengen always wants to dress you up

and hina bless her heart, can only play mom for so long without a date night before she starts contemplating manslaughter

now that the four of them are retired, they act out around each other even more

and on this particular day you make sure to wake up just a bit earlier than everyone else

you have a mission

low level, on the other side of the prefecture

and as bad as it sounds, it’ll be so nice to get away from home for a while

where you won't have to worry about doing enough laundry to clothe the entire country

or about who gets to be the little spoon

or even, as guilty as it makes you feel, about that tiny tinge of jealousy you stuff down when your spouses stave off their boredom by fighting for each other’s attention

all you gotta do is creep out of your shared bedroom without tripping over anyone’s futon and you’re free for the weekend

you ease suma off your chest and tuck her back in by the dawn light peaking through the curtains

she’s a sleep farter

she’ll cover your escape

hina grumbles when you sneak past her pillow, floorboards creaking

you wade through the satin chaos that is your husband’s bedding

careful of makio’s hair peeking out from under a flamboyant purple sheet

across the hallway, down the stairs, and through the kitchen, your packed bag is waiting right where you hid it

it feels nice to tie your leg wraps and button up your uniform without also having to beat your worried lovers off with a stick

although it doesn’t quite feel right to leave without saying goodbye

you fasten the ribbon hina wove you for your wedding day around your wrist

you secure makio’s good-luck hair pin behind your ear

and drop suma’s favorite rock in your pocket

she carved ‘fuck them demons’ into it

the morning breeze drifts through the open windows and just when you think you can’t possibly miss them all already

the smell of Tengen’s spring haori, the one hung up on the porch wafts over to you

of course he wears enough perfume to drown out the flowers

adjusting the nichirin swords on your back you step out onto the veranda and nestle your face into the cloth

it’s soft against your cheeks

wet with dew

“Baby, no need to resort to dirty laundry,”

christ

“the real thing’s always in arm’s reach.”

your eyes heft open

“Uzui Tengen, i could smell you from the other side of the country”

your husband stands in the kitchen behind you, arms crossed and grinning

topless

and generally broad

he moves forward before you can come up with a good excuse for perving around his clothes

“you had to rob us on top of running away?”

“i’m not running away Ten”

“is this because i like being the little spoon?”

“tengen–”

“no need to go start a new family about it”

Tengen unhooks the haori from the line and leans down close to wrap it around your shoulders

he’s right

he smells nicer than any spring flowers

“mission?” he murmurs

he rests a hand on your head once the the haori is snug over your uniform and smooths down your bedhair

“yeah”

“nervous?”

“not yet”

he gives one of the nichirin swords on your back a strong flick and the metallic sound rings satisfyingly through the courtyard

“i gave you these swords to protect yourself so c–”

“you gave me these swords because i have 100% of the hands required to wield them”

“–so come back safe you little shit”

he tilts your head up by your chin and kisses your forehead

“you’re doubting the sound hashira?” you chide

every movement you make in his clothes wafts the sweet smell of him around you

he smiles when you remind him of your title

he smiles at the thought of throwing you an obnoxious homecoming party

he smiles when he realizes he’s never getting that haori back

he kisses you again quickly, lips and tongue to taste you, and slaps your ass just hard enough to knock you off the porch

Mitsuri

the end of a long day at your girlfriend’s house always means one thing

bath time baby

the kanroji estate is luxury darling

and Mitsuri is never too busy to longue in the tub with you before bed

so where is she?

honey drips off the bread you toasted for her

“…she promised..” you grumble to yourself and sink low into the water

a berry rolls lazily off of its tea plate and splashes a dollop of cream onto the floor

Mitsuri swore she’d be back from her mission tonight

was she hurt?

oh lord did she faint?

she’s a fainter– what if she saw a line of baby ducks?

oh god, what if she heard a baby’s first laugh?

she’d be out for at least the next twelve hours

she could be unconscious in the street in godknows what kind of pastryless shithole!

your eyes widen

is she dying of starvation?

out in a field like some wild animal waiting to be picked apart by vultures!

the village she was sent to couldn’t possibly be wealthy enough to feed her the 6000 calories she needs twice a day

you should have known! you should have packed her more food!

the bath was beginning to feel like a coffin

you melt dramatically out of the tub and pace in front of the bathroom door, back and forth and back and forth

you’d assemble the pillars immediately

Mitsuri’s simple white haori hangs limply beside the mirror where she left it days ago

too hot for haori, she’d said before kissing you goodbye, groggy and still in bed

tears well up in your eyes

the damn thing smells like strawberries

“Oi, trophy wife! get the fuck out here”

an angry voice disrupts your search&rescue planning and startles every bird from the cherry trees outside

Sanemi

perfect

you could lecture him about being quieter later the bees cant make honey under duress; now is the time for action

you inhale your girlfriend’s sweet smell one more time and wrap yourself up in the haori to answer the call from the front of the house

you stride from the bath through the halls, past the rows of stretching tsugukos in the calisthenics room great job everyone and burst into the foyer with the slap of a sliding door

“perfect timing Shinazugawa!”

“you’re fucking naked!”

Sanemi shields his eyes in the entryway and Giyuu stands cooly beside him

both a little bloody, eyes sagging with lack of sleep from a mission

“I have a message for Kanroji from Master Ubuyashiki. Where is she?” Giyuu is calm

you are not

“I was hoping you’d know!”

“Is she not back yet?”

“Where the fuck is she?!” Sanemi wails

every time Sanemi meets the Love Pillar’s prized possession he remembers why he hates you both so much

“rally the troops, men!” you pluck Giyuu’s ancient crow from his shoulder and toss it out the window, “alert master Himejima first!”

“do NOT–!” Sanemi snatches the crow back inside by its little foot

giyuu was struggling to remember why they came at all

something about a mission report…

“Master Ubuyashiki is looking for me?”

all three heads turn around to the front door, surprise, desperation, and hatred

at Mitsuri

pink cheeks in the sunset and two arms stuffed full of bento

“boys! you beat me back? I thought for sure I’d–”

“you stopped for dinner?!” Sanemi screeches

but Mitsuri didn’t freeze because of Shinazugawa’s screams

the bento clatter to the pavement stones

rolled egg dashed across the walkway

her eyes have locked on target

you.

“Mitsuri my love!” you squawk

Giyuu tugs Sanemi cautiously back by the sleeve

and she barrels inside

the woman is airborne from the time she crosses the threshold of her house to the moment she launches into you

“BABY!!!”

you’re forced stumbling backwards from the weight of her and she crushes you messily against the nearest wall

Sanemi gags

“so– so cute for me y/n! only a haori?! my haori?! what, is it my birthday?” Mitsuri cooes and and runs her hands up the sides of your legs until she hits your hips and your very short hem

“i love seeing you in my clothes”

Giyuu rests his head against the doorframe, puzzled

Sanemi, overcome with loyalty for Ubuyashiki, quietly asks his crow to pluck out his eyes instead of abandoning the mission

a tsuguko weedles out of the side room and ushers the two male hashira to the front door

blessedly, before Mitsuri tries to drizzle you in honey right there in the vestibule

“we will try a different day” Giyuu determines as the door is closed in his face

“i'll take my own life before coming back here”

Obanai

“Iguro! Very bold today!” Rengoku beams from the clearing where he and Mitsuri are beating a few tsuguko to a pulp

Obanai ignores him

6am and already in an absolutely foul mood

“yeah dude, finally feelin’ a little flashy?” Tengen teases behind a hot cup of tea on the veranda

not even dawn tempers the insufferability of his teammates

“leave me be peacock”

auxiliary training day

one of the few days a year the pillars gather without the oversight of Ubuyashiki

and honestly just an excuse to take out pent up exhaustion on tsuguko just strong enough not to die

and get totally trashed

liquor has been barred from all extracurricular hashira activities after Mitsuri broke a few noses last year– none of them her own.

“Iguro, my friend, w–”

“--Good morning Himejima,” he interrupts, impatient, and generally sour.

Obanai only just arrived on the scene

why in the world is everyone trying to talk to him?

he strides as quickly as he can manage to the equipment building to gather training supplies and get this day over with

get back to you

he wished you were–

why weren’t you–

right

you’d fought this morning

he still couldn’t quite understand how it started but it got loud enough to unsettle the crows outside

you’d wanted to come with him so badly

to see everyone all together for the first time in so long

why didn’t you?

everything about this morning was stupid and so anger inducing

Shinobu stands with Sanemi a little ways off the the two of them eye him clearly across the clearing

what the fuck does everyone want from him–

“No haori this morning?”

Obanai startles uncharacteristically when Muichiro’s voice tumbles down from above

the boy is napping in a tree

“Everyone is thinking ‘he’s half naked’ if that’s what you’re wondering.”

!!!

he left in such an angry rush he forgot his haori!

and–

“Obanai,” Giyuu yawns and approaches the supply shed, “No snake today? Has he finally died?”

–Kaburamaru!

—

you have *not* forgotten why you fought with your husband this morning

jerk

“there’s no need for you to be there.” Iguro said in bed when you held him close and whispered how excited you were to see everyone

“Huh? Do you not want me to come?”

“I don’t care either way.”

and thus the brawl began

you were looking forward to this weekend for so long!

rousing stories to celebrate another year with no hashira casualties

Shinobu’s absolutely darksided drinking games

to catch up with the uzui wives while your husbands fought each other to the death

what you really wanted was to live in Iguro’s world, just for a few days

standing tall beside him not too tall now watching him practice this part of his life he keeps so separate from you

and Iguro had the nerve to be indifferent to your company!

thirty minutes after leaving you alone (at your request) to sink into your anger

Obanai bursts through the door to your room at the inn, very nearly out of breath

“My haori! is Kabu– Y/n?”

He’s frozen in the doorway at the sight of you dripping tears, and what appears to be.. strangling the neck of his haori?

Kaburamaru is coiled gently around your shoulders

those tears must emit some kind of pheromone because snake be damned, Obanai can’t even remember what he came back here for now that you so obviously need help

..or the fact that he’s probably the reason

“Darling, are you hurt?” he kneels close to you and wipes at your cheeks with both hands

if Kaburamaru could roll his eyes..

“get off Iguro”

“I will not”

he wipes some more, all thumbs and gentle fingers

you throw his haori angrily over his head and scrunch back against the edge of the futon

fresh out of big loud fighting energy

“go on then you have your haori, go train without me”

“i don’t want to be without you”

sweet soft asshole

"you came back for Kabu not me."

"you...asked me to leave you alone?"

it becomes apparent quickly that this is not the right response

“I would like you to come with me always” he continues earnestly

“well i never would have guessed”

“Y/n I just don’t want you to have to spend time with my idiot teammates”

“I like them!”

“I only said I didn’t care if you came because i want you to be happy!”

“That doesn’t make any sense!”

just fight or fuck, Kaburamaru is surely thinking

“If you want to go I am happy, if you want to stay I am happy! It doesn’t matter which one you chose because I am happy when you’re happy!”

“I want you to be excited to bring me!”

“I’m not excited to go!”

the ridiculousness of this prolonged argument gets to you, and you can’t not crack a smile in the sudden quiet

Iguro visibly relaxes and leans his head against the wall beside you

“I’m..I’m being dramatic, I’m sorry Iguro”

Kaburamaru stretches across your lap to resituate himself around your husband’s chest

“no Y/n, I’m sorry”

you roll your sleepy eyes at him and hold his bandaged face in two hands,

“i always want you to be with me” he murmurs, “even when i’m on missions– even times like that when it’s selfish. you’re brilliant. your presence makes everything tolerable”

“don’t forget you called me a moron earlier”

“Y/n, you called me a ‘huge dickwad fuckhead’ so I–”

“and i was right!”

“in my defense,” he smiles now too, you can always see it in his eyes, “i actually said that you were 'acting like my moron teammates'”

“a terrible defense!”

–

An hour passes before the two of you finally trekk back up to the traininggrouds

you’re met with a chorus of

“Y/n!”s and “It’s wonderful to see you!"s

the uzuis beat you here thank god

all enjoying breakfast in the shade of the veranda

although Makio is the quickest to remind Iguro why he hates the entire Uzui family so goddamn much

 “Obanai, you leave to get your spouse and come back with more clothes on than when you left??”

“Something went wrong in transit my friend!” Tengen sneers and high fives his wife

Gyomei

you were always a fragile tsuguko

no offense

but this just doesn’t feel like your line of work

“a cold?” Genya huffs when you drag your fucking corpse out of the river

“you seriously have a cold?”

you’re as irate as you can manage

“you don’t?!”

“it’s july”

“we’re training in a waterfall”

“It 106° out”

“i’m not cold, i have a cold you fucking oaf”

three days of mountain training with only the stone hashira and his new tsuguko– a child might you add

was going to suck the life force out of you

unless the leeches on this godforsaken mountain beat them to it

you shudder and crawl to your belongings laid out safely on stones beside the riverbed

it started as as a tickle in the back of your throat at dawn, and by noon the tickle turned into a raging headache and so much mucus

camp is a just a few feet away, but you doubt you can manage the walk

sore from the inside out and probably barely breathing

Genya crouches beside your body splayed out on the river rocks

“i’m not carrying you”

he perfected the role of little brother the very second Gyomei added him to the team

“then let me die in peace”

“don’t die until the Master comes back” he smiles and walks back into the river to finish his assignment for the afternoon

you roll onto your back, cold and wet, to look for something to at least start drying off with

your clean uniform top radiates warmth on a large stone in front of you while your wet undershirt clings to your chest

maybe it’ll sap the warmth from your body fast enough to counteract the fever?

a fever in 100° weather

jeez, how many times had you been this embarrassed?

your things and Genya’s, look like piles of trash compared to your Master’s carefully folded uniform and heavy flail

Himejima stripped down to his hakama this morning and left his belongings with your’s before going to push a boulder up a mountain or some other impossible feat

save a family of deer from a fire

build a village for orphans

cure cancer

whatever he did on his training days

huge, shirtless, and blind

handsome

just out there terrorizing the forest until dinner

you lean against the biggest rock you can find, careful to stay close to the river in case Gyomei returns or Genya starts drowning or something

apparently being Gyomei’s tsuguko also means being Sanemi’s unpaid aupair

but the Shinazugawas are the last thing on your mind the very second you lay eyes on your saving grace

Gyomei’s happi

you can feel every sickly sore muscle in your arm as you pull it off it’s warm rock and into your damp lap

you won’t die today!

you’ll dry off on the shore and join Genya once your energy returns

before your master even knows anything has happened

you might not be cut out for demon slaying, but you have the brains of a criminal mastermind

you wrap the length of the green jacket around your body and feel absorbed by its size

its warm smell

like incense

Gyomei always smells like sage

you chuckle a little at the Namu Abida Butsu embroidered on the inner hem and draw your knees to your chest

thank you buddha indeed

by the time your master returns, the sun has set enough to light a fire at camp without roasting anyone’s skin off in the summer heat

Genya is still situated under the rush of the waterfall nearby and Gyomei realizes a day spent swimming in refreshing waters might not be the soul crushing training he thought it was

so where are you?

he wanders towards the riverbed to get dressed and call his tsuguko back to the campsite for dinner

Genya will know where–

where..

..you are

you’re here

he’s almost stepped on you

“Y/n.”

his voice is deep and rumbling but it doesn’t reach you

you’re curled up inside his happi beside the equipment rock

close enough to the water that the river’s tide licks your hair every time it rolls close

“training is not over.” he scolds and kneels to tug you out of the damp

“you’ll get sick like this”

but he feels the heat of your body through his clothes before his hand even touches your shoulder

You manage a quiet “Hime..ji..mm…” when the scent of sage grows stronger in the water around you

“Y/n? Oh– oh no.”

If you were awake you’d probably pass away from the thought of your master scooping you up in a damp bundle in his arms

Gyomei ushers Genya back with a wave of his hand instead of bellowing across the river while you slump hot against his chest

breathing feebly into the crook of his neck

gently enough to make the skin of his back prickle in waves

enough to replace every ounce of frustration in his heart with worry

if you were awake you’d probably slap yourself for even imagining what Gyomei’s breathing sounded like this close to his lips

or how the soft skin of his palms felt smoothing cool cloths against your cheeks

it’s exactly because you aren’t awake that you reach for his hand when he feels your forehead for fever beside the campfire

it’s probably because you're not awake that he lets you

and wonders at just how much smaller your fingers are than his as the two of you cling together gently

for a second

just like this

you sick of training, and him sick with concern

<<< part 1

[greensaplinggrace]

proud supporter of the "genya uses a ridiculous amount of possessive petnames" hc. she is calling everyone she likes my dear and darling. she is fixing your hair as you have a conversation and brushing the stray lashes from your cheek with a gentle thumb. she is saying my princess and my sunshine and my thunderstorm and she is giving you deadly sharp hairsticks and rings with hidden blades.

[mjtheartist04]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Comfort hug ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

[wishing--butterfly]

You know, you watch Demon Slayer and if you love the manga as much, no matter what, Ufotable still manages to surprise us with their immaculate animation. And also, the voice acting? Each and every millisecond of this anime is so precious, so beautiful. I love Demon Slayer so freaking much. I'm glad KnY is the first ever anime I watched. KnY is PHENOMENAL. Game changer for me.

These screenshots don't do justice that is the world of Demon Slayer!

Words will never be enough to express how much I love this series!

[taybeeart]

My boys

[silk-bullet]

Shinazugawa brothers soft blue icons

— Icon edits of the boys!!, my favs are the three in the middle. anyway, please enjoy these! <33

No credit required, but please reblog if using !

[navajja]

Episode 6 of the lastest season of kny is just Genya and Tanjiro making out for like 15 minutes.

[jelliefeesh]

the amount of joy they give me is literally immeasurable🥺🫶🏻💕

[dcbnam-aep]

GUYS IM NOT GONNA BE OKAY LOOK AT MY POOR LITTLE GENYA HAS SHE NOT BEEN TRAUMATISED ENOUGH ALREADY???

SERIES REGULAR AND ITS JUST GONNA BE EPISODES OF PAIN HOW AM I EXPECTED TO MAKE COMFORT GENYA EDITS IN THESE CONDITIONS???

IF THIS IS AFTER THE SCENE WITH RUSALYE WHEN SHE LETS ALINA LEAVE AND SHES ON A BOAT WITH THE DARKLING ABOUT TO BE PUNISHED AND SHES REGRETTING ALL HER CHOICES AND JUST HOPING ALINA WILL COME BACK FOR HER WHAT THEN???

I CANT DECIDE WHETHER IM EXCITED OR SIMPLY TERRIFIED TO FIND OUT THE EXTENT TO WHICH THE DARKLING PUNISHED GENYA FOR CAUSE OBVIOUSLY THERES THE NICHEVO ‘YA AND EVERYTHING BUT IN CLASSIC DARKLING MANNER HE MOST DEFINITELY MENTALLY PUNISHED HER AS WELL AND INFLICTED A LOT OF EMOTIONAL TRAUMA ALSO (BEYOND NO LONGER HAVING THE SAFETY NET OF HER BEAUTY MIGHT I ADD). AND SINCE SHES A SERIES REGULAR WE’LL PROBABLY GET A LOT OF THIS SORT OF CONTENT AND LESRN A LOT MORE ABOUT GENYA THAN WE DID IN THE NOVELS SIMPLY CAUSE IT WAS ALL FROM ALINAS POV. (personally im hoping there’s some references to The Tailor short story which is in Genya’s pov)

[birbsoffeathers]

I GOT KNY ORB PLUSHIES OF THE BABIES

genyORB, tanjirORB, zenORBsu, inORBsuke, nezukORB, and kanaORB

[the-crow-binary]

Castlevania AU where Alucard reclaimed the name Adrian instead of naming himself Arikado

[random-vore-blog]

Let me help you

( Sorry this took so long! I was quite busy and had to think of how to write it with how you requested it. Including their personalities. This is also my au. Requested by @silver-tooth-the-panther. Enjoy!)

He barely clung to the piece of wood. The only evidence of his mother ship, along with his brother. He only saw a black leviathian tail with bloodred scales scattered on it. It had to be the damned demons' King! No other siren had that kind of tail!

Something hard smashed against his back, the solid object knocking the wind out of him. He might have gotten a concussion from the sheer impact. Then again, he didn't have any experience of having a concussion. He made out that the solid object was a rock. He had messed up BIG time.

He might have gotten more than a scrape on his poor battered body.

He didn't want to die because of some damn cold and unforgiving waters. Not while there was a chance that those demon sirens were somewhere. Hidden.

"Need help there?"

A voice emerged from behind him. A voice he could recognize as a siren-

" I will cut your head o-"

He grunted in pain when he felt his leg move, the burning reminder of how he injured himself while trying to get off of the destroyed ship. It was after their ship crashed into the Demon Siren Kings' territory- if he assumed correctly.

" With those injuries and apparently broken leg? I doubt that you would be able to cut my head off."

He- judging by the voice- spoke the awful truth. Each word laced with painful reality and words he hated. He turned around, expecting to see a siren, but came face to face with Upper moon 4. Those blue eyes reminded him a bit too much about his situation.

" Why should I trust you?"

" Probably because there is a storm on its way."

Genya didn't believe, and scoffed.

"A storm? Really?"

He turned around.

" There was no way that-"

His eyes widened when he saw the dark clouds rolling in. The sound of an angry storm made his gut twist in absolute fear.

" So,"

He turned back to the demon siren, seeing that it was mere inches away from his small form.

" What do you choose? The storm? Or me?"

If he chose the storm, there would be a slim chance that he would survive. But if he chose the demon siren, he would either survive or die. The more he thought about the pros and cons, the more he realized that the massive Upper moon was his only chance to actually survive.

" If you break the trust that I have put into you, I will haunt you until a slayer kills you."

The larger being made a happy noise, pleased with his decision. Hopefully it had nothing to do with rumours of the intelligent creatures having a 'crop', a second stomach that had no digestive liquids. He knew that those rumours were false-

Razor sharp teeth trapped him inside the cavern, causing him to panic and lose his trust in the seemingly friendly demon siren. A tongue pushed him towards the esophagus, right to the entrance of inevitable death. Or, he hopes that it was not his time to die.

Slowly, his form entered the fleshy tube. The tube itself was not constricting in any way, just putting enough constriction to hold him steady and to move him down the throat. His trip was short lived when he deposited into a small area large enough for him to move around.

The rumours were true.

These creatures really do have a crop.

" Get comfy. You won't be let out for awhile."

And getting comfy he did. The walls were plush and perfect for a nap. Maybe he made the right decision after all.

" Thank you..."

He whispered as his heartbeat slowed, a reminder that he was on his way to dreamland. He felt the leviathan move. The sort of rocky ride made a nice motion for someone as small as him to go to sleep.