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colourstreakgryffin · 7 months

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omg, tanjiro x fem reader req<3

tanjiro comes back from a mission and finds milo sleeping in his haori

Awww! Cute, even more Tanjiro stuff and since we all love him dearly, I have no issue with this in the slightest! Let’s goooo~! I’m imagining him as a Hashira tbh!

Kamado Tanjiro- Just So Cuddly

Tanjiro tiredly stumbled into his Estate with heavy eyes and slightly throbbing muscles, gently and precisely perching up his Katana just besides his own bedroom entranceway as the second he stepped foot into the familiar, comforting room

His plum reds widened in surprise at what sat in the centre, practically attracting all attention towards it and it was just perfect. Tanjiro let out a soft smile, traversing on soft steps

You, his beloved fiancé, cuddled in the soft futon with a spare of his much bigger black and green checkered haori wrapped around her body like a makeshift blanket, keeping her warm in the best way the thin fabric can

Tanjiro slowly approached you, dropping down to his knees to better scan over your adorable sleeping face. Tanjiro loved every inch of you and he just wanted to stare at you for hours on, his eyes forming love hearts

Instead of taking the spare of his signature haori off you to hang up again, he repositioned it over your revealed skin, alongside the thick blanket so you’ll be nice, snuggly and warm

Just as you deserved to be, Tanjiro was completely willing to keep you protected and bundled up like a sushi roll since his love for you shaped his opinions over you. You went from a friend to the love of his life, where he loves to spoil rotten

Tanjiro thought intensely as he kept scanning over your slowly rising and falling back, breathing softly and it just made Tanjiro’s heart flip over and over, as if it was crossing the grand nine seas

He didn’t want to climb into the futon as to not wake you up, he didn’t want to stir you from your peaceful rest as you dreamt of spending a lunch with Tanjiro at the Cherry Blossom park, the one that had hills decorated with cherry blossom petals scattered all over the floor

If only Tanjiro could see into your dreams, his smile would increase

“Goodnight, my love…”

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sanegiyuuangst · 2 months

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ᴀʀᴛᴡᴏʀᴋ ʟɪɴᴋ ᴀᴛ ʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ ᴏғ ᴘᴏsᴛ.

𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞: "𝘎𝘪𝘺𝘶𝘶?"

𝙂𝙞𝙮𝙪𝙪: "𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘻𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘸𝘢-𝘴𝘢𝘯?"

𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞: *𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆*

𝙂𝙞𝙮𝙪𝙪: "𝘚𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪-𝘚𝘢𝘯?"

𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞: "𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥?"

𝙂𝙞𝙮𝙪: ....

𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞: ....?

𝙂𝙞𝙮𝙪𝙪: "𝘔𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘪 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶."

𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞: .....

𝙂𝙞𝙮𝙪𝙪: "𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶."

𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞: ....

𝙂𝙞𝙮𝙪𝙪: *𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚*

𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞: "𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵?"

𝙂𝙞𝙮𝙪𝙪: "𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵?"

𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞: "𝘐 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘥𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘴."

𝙂𝙞𝙮𝙪𝙪: ....

𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞: "𝘐 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦."

𝙂𝙞𝙮𝙪𝙪: *𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔*

𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞: "𝘚𝘰? 𝘋𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵?"

𝙂𝙞𝙮𝙪𝙪: "𝘠𝘦𝘴"

𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞: "𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥."

𝙂𝙞𝙮𝙪𝙪: "𝘞𝘩𝘺?"

𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞: "𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰." *𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒐𝒇 𝑮𝒊𝒚𝒖𝒖'𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅*

𝙂𝙞𝙮𝙪𝙪: *𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒚*

𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞: *𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅*

𝙂𝙞𝙮𝙪𝙪: "𝘋𝘰 𝘐?"

𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞: "𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵?"

𝙂𝙞𝙮𝙪𝙪: "𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦?"

𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞: .....

𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞: *𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕*

𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞: *𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝑮𝒊𝒚𝒖𝒖*

𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞: "𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘎𝘪𝘺𝘶𝘶. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦."

⏤͟͟͞͞𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒-𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑡, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑔𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑎 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑡! 𝐿𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘. 𝐴𝑟𝑡 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑤.

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ladytamayolover · 11 months

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‘ᴍʏ ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ’

An innocent little fluff of fem!readerxKyojuro Rengoku.

premise: They are cute parents with cute kids

“Kyojuro!” You basically screams, running over to your husband. “I thought you would be gone forever.” You cupped his face as he held her close to his chest.

“How is my lovely wife? And our lovely children?” He says, as he ignores the deep cut on his arm. He had just gone in his last mission, ever, after two children, that’s what it took to get this passionate man to retire. He wanted to do so sooner then later, but slayers have had a downfall in numbers recently, but he finally decided he deserved it.

“Natsumi, stop pulling your fathers uniform, it’s going to rip.” You says gently. Your daughter, Natsumi, was pulling at her fathers outfit attempting to get his attention. Natsumi looked just like you, except had Kyojuros eyes. Eyes softening, as Kyojuro looked down at his daughter, scooping her up.

“How are you my dear?” He says as she giggles as he spins her around, before hugging her tightly.

“I’m good Otousan! I made you a drawing! Let me get it.” He puts her down as she scurry’s off. Her long H/C hair bobbing as she runs to the home.

“Kouki is in the garden my love.” You say. Staring at your husband, the warm midday sun shimmering down on you two as he waits for Natsumi to return. “I will go fetch him. He will be very pleased to see you.”

“Kouki can finish playing whatever he’s doing in the garden, let me have a moment with my wife.” Kyojuro says before taking you, to hold you in a tight embrace. His body heat projects from off of him onto you. In such a warm manner everything seems to glow. Everything seems to fade in a gentle, warm, blurry glow. Just him. His arms wrapped around you, being squeezed close to him. it’s all that matters in the second. The moment, of pure silence, quickly touches you, a cold, salty tear runs down your face. How you missed him.

“Otousan! I got the drawing.” Quickly the scurry of your small daughters feet comping closer, thats what drifts you from the moment. Peering down at her art, you truly are amazed. It’s a simple water color drawing, simple, just a flash of warm reds, oranges, and yellows, but even then you are immediately reminded at your husband.

“It’s wonderful Natsumi! I love it!” Kyojuro takes the piece your daughter is waving in his face, “It’s a masterpiece, right my love?”

“Couldn’t be more correct.” You say nodding towards him. Nothing but joy submerging you. “Natsumi, will you please go get your brother?” Calmly leaning down to get closer to eye level with your daughter. She enthusiastically nods and scurry’s away. “She acts so much like you, Kyo.”

“You think?”

“Oh, definitely. She’s loud, enthusiastic, and passionate, and, stubborn.” You say teasingly, as Kyojuros face gets flustered.

“I am not stubborn! But I take the others as compliments and gladly accept them! But I am not stubborn!” He says, louder then usual, but he always speaks loud. Biting your lip so you don’t break out into a laughing fit, you take his face in your palms, kissing his check, so he’s less red from embarrassment, now red from your touch.

“My darling, if you weren’t stubborn you wouldn’t be so persistent about how you aren’t.” You tease, a bit more obvious this time. Deciding he will lose against you, Kyo simply kisses you. Warmth. Suddenly you were drowning in warmth. The aura he gave off was warm, calm, and loving. What you would give to be there with him, like this, all day, each day. And now you can.

“Otousan!” Suddenly the pounding of larger feet, but still small compared to you and kyojuro, hit the ground. Looking over you see a miniature Kyojuro, also known as your son Kouki.

“Kouki, how are you?” Kyojuro says as he gently pats his sons flamy hair.

“I am good! I have been practicing with the training sword you got for me, I am ready to become a slayer! Just like you!” He beams, your son was more reserved, sweet, but liked to experience life a bit more quietly. Unlike his father and younger sister. Though, when he was with his father, he was louder, more impulsive, and very bold. The affects your husband made on everyone’s lives for the better would forever amaze you. How could someone be so perfect?

“I am sure you will be ready to train a bit more seriously soon. Let’s go see you in action then shall we?” Marching off the two identical men went off to a clearing in your property. Noticing a slight tug on your kimono you look down to see your daughter.

“Okaasan, can we make Sakura Mochi?” Natsumi was starring up at uou with her large, flame eyes, you could melt at the gaze of your daughter.

“How could I say no? Let’s go make some and then watch your father and brother train.”

#kny au #kny fluff #kny kyojuro #kny x you #kny fanfic #kny rengoku #kny x y/n #kny x reader #rengoku x y/n #kyojuro rengoku x reader #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro x reader #rengoku fluff #rengoku x you #rengoku kyōjurō #short story #i just love this so much #im proud of it

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laluvlidovezgal · 4 days

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CHANCE.

TW! implications of death.

bittersweet! melancholic

t. muichiro x f. reader

graciously requested by @muuumuiiii ! thank you so much for requesting, you sweet lovely lad<3

who would have anticipated it? the mist hashira, of all individuals, displaying a concern that surpassed anyone else's for you—the spirit pillar; a warrior whose technique came at the steep cost of a gradual erosion of your life.

THE MOON; THE BRIGHTEST PEARL SUSPENDED IN OUR VELVET SKY THAT FLOODED THE INKY DARKNESS WITH ITS SILVER GLOW.

a radiant disc it was. casting its ethereal glow upon the shadows of the night, while also heralding the relentless onslaught of a few infamous entities—demons.

a symbol of hope, this pale sentinel embodied a goddess-like presence, standing as a timeless guardian, observing the earth with an unwavering gaze as warriors valiantly battled the monstrous creatures scattered throughout.

above, the luminous orb commanded the vast expanse of stars, illuminating them all. yet, even in this peaceful night, two particular slayers found themselves immersed in the serenity, although one seemed burdened by a more pressing concern, far beyond the tranquility itself.

in a world where such creatures roamed, the perfect harmony would remain elusive.

thus, what purpose did survival serve if death constantly loomed, a persistent visitor at one's very doorstep?

well, the purpose of life is to be happy. or at least, that's what this young man believed.

said boy possessed an acute understanding of this belief, as if it had become ingrained in the very fabric of his being—an awareness that, perhaps, bordered on the excessive.

the sheer ecstasy of savoring every moment of existence, embracing its essence in its entirety, was undeniably a remarkable achievement—a feat that deserved to be celebrated with fervor.

thus, he found himself utterly incapable of comprehending—indeed, he never had—how she could nonchalantly dismiss the imminent cessation of her own existence, as if it were a trifling matter. the weight of her disregard for her own life gnawed at him, like a persistent ache that defied understanding.

..then again, had he been any different?

"—and…now you’re spacing out, again.”

ah, the sound of that melodious voice; both longed for and dreaded, resonated within him and snapped him out of his reverie. even though he had incessantly poured out his thoughts to her since he awakened from his coma, with her faithfully by his side, deep in slumber—despite her own exhaustion—she had remained.

as your words echoed in his ears, he shifted his gaze to meet your own—and oh, those eyes.

he would give anything to forever witness his own reflection in the depths of your eyes.

in a mesmerizing dance, your gazes intertwined; an exquisite tapestry woven with delicate threads of connection.

he couldn't help but be entranced by the sheer magnificence of your irises—their majesty akin to rare crystalline treasures, gleaming beneath the majestic canopy of the nocturnal sky.

as a gentle zephyr whispered sweet nothings, its delicate touch caressed their beings, a tender embrace from the invisible hands of nature. he watched, his eyelids descending to a half-closed state, surrendering to the enchanting symphony of the night.

the breeze, like a playful sprite, felt as if it alone, could carry away his worries and sorrows, dispersing them into the velvety darkness.

yet, amidst this reposeful tranquility, a question lingered in the depths of his soul, an enigma that remained elusive and enigmatic.

it was one of the few riddles that continued to elude his grasp, an enigmatic puzzle that defied comprehension, regardless of whether he had regained his former self or not.

why, he pondered ever so deeply, did your well-being hold such profound significance to him?

why did his heart ache with an inexplicable yearning to protect you, to ensure the radiance within you remained untouched by the shadows of the world? it was as if his very purpose revolved around safeguarding your light, shielding it from the encroaching darkness threatening to dim its brilliance.

no, he never intended to diminish your worth in any way.

on the contrary—he understood, with a profound certainty, that you’re fully capable of caring for yourself alone.

yet, despite his awareness, a veil of mystery draped over his consciousness—that of a delicate wisp of mist teasing the boundaries of his understanding. it remained tantalizingly close, yet perpetually out of his reach, an enigma that eluded his grasp.

similarly elusive was the faint, almost imperceptible yet weighty pang in his heart each time his gaze flickered to your bandages that dressed your wounds.

he struggled to fathom its origins, to decipher the emotions that coursed through him with every glance. was it concern, fear, or something different altogether?

of course, he chastised himself for overreacting. after all, you were healing, weren't you?

...right?

at least, that was the relentless mantra he repeated to himself, like a haunting melody, a lullaby of self-deception.

perhaps it was a lie he constructed, a defense mechanism to shield himself from the harsh reality. deep down, he knew all too well that you were pushing yourself to the brink, sacrificing fragments of your own well-being to save countless others from the clutches of death.

how he yearned to tell you—to implore you—to cease using the very essence that slowly, yet inexorably, eroded your own vitality. the desire to shield you from the self-inflicted harm, consumed him.

yet, who was he to stand in your way?

who was he to dictate how you should pursue your purpose—your solemn vow? who had the right to demand that you discard the only technique you knew, as if acquiring a new skill were a trivial matter?

perhaps, for you, it had maybe once been a tangible option—a plausible alternative.

however, it clashed with the very reason why you chose to persist in wielding the power of spirit breathing, despite its unfortunate and devastating toll on your own being.

it was a conundrum that weighed heavily upon his soul, yet another conflict that tugged at the frayed edges of his limited understanding.

then, abruptly—his consciousness snapped back to reality, like a fragile dream shattered by the gentle sweep of a waving hand.

in that instant, the symphony of your voice, a sweet and melodious tune, graced his senses once more, stirring his spirit from its slumber.

"hello? earth to tokito?"

your words danced in the air, adorned with a delicate blend of amusement and genuine concern—whilst he, silently observed your actions. his gaze lingering for a fleeting moment, as if capturing the essence of your graceful movements.

soon enough, his eyes blinked, like a dormant star awakening to illuminate the night sky, as he finally stirred from his reverie.

with a subtle tilt of his head, he emitted a soft hum—a melodic expression that intertwined intrigue and acknowledgment in response to your beckoning. the notes of his hum danced through the air, a secretive melody that conveyed both his curiosity and the recognition of your presence.

meanwhile, you watched him with an internal sigh of relief.

the young man, whom you had believed to be forever lost in the bewitching realm of his perpetual daydreams, had returned to the realm of the present. the transformation within him, from introspective to effervescent, had you spellbound, never failing to leave you even in but a speck of awe, of these rare moments of clarity that graced his being.

"seems like someone's finally awake."

a faint smile blossoming upon your lips, akin to the first delicate bloom of a spring flower. lowering your hand with graceful grace,

you adjusted yourself to a more comfortable position beside him on the edge of the engawa outside the butterfly manor—a perch where you and him had been leisurely spending time together, without a care in the world, rambling on about. relishing in the comfort in one another’s presence—like a normal pair of souls basking in the way of life.

"you’ve been staring at me for quite a while.”

pausing for a breath, you tilted your head—the radiance of your irises blooming with an enchanting glow, as if the secrets of the universe were hidden within their depths.

"what's wrong?"

in the midst of an enchanting moment, a subtle hint of wounded innocence played across your seductive countenance, evoking a mysterious allure.

"do i look that bad?"

your voice, though as mellow and gentle as always, carried an underlying touch of vulnerability.

in an instant, he reacted, tilting his head with a subtle mixture of surprise and denial.

"what? no."

aa he blinked, his words slipped out absent-mindedly, like a whisper from a dreamer's lips.

"far from it, actually."

he confessed, his sincerity palpable.

with a gaze that held a painter's eye for detail, he saw your flaws not as imperfections, but as intricate brush strokes that added depth to the masterpiece of your being. inexplicably, he adored you, to the point where it practically pained him.

and who could blame him? for you were way more than a mere beauty that could be captured in words. you were a tapestry of emotions, a symphony of sensations that defied description.

to him, you are everything.

your brows raised slightly, captivated by his ever-unpredictable nature. truly, like the wind, he embraced the freedom to wander in any direction he pleased.

reminiscent of an owl, you blinked a plenty amount of times, momentarily stunned by the sheer audacity of his flattery. it seeped into the recesses of your heart, stirring a delicate blend of bashfulness and gratitude.

"then..."

unintentionally mimicking his gestures, as if dancing in synchrony with his spirit, you then asked, avidly yearning to explore the depths of his thoughts.

"mind sharing what's got you so..distant?"

although it was not deemed uncommon for him, of all individuals, to maintain a silent disposition, you possessed a deeper understanding—having witnessed something greater, something more.

despite the mere span of a few days, you stood as a crucial observer to the sudden shift in his demeanor. having been privy to a bewildering yet endearingly interactive side of the boy since his awakening, it became slightly disconcerting to witness him potentially regress into his characteristic, distant, and dazed state.

the memory of those extraordinary moments lingered, and it was disheartening to question whether they were mere illusions or if they held the promise of something genuine.

as of now, the male in question pressed his lips together, creating a slender line as his gaze wandered away from yours, as though searching for a brief respite from reality.

seeing this, you reassured him. carefully observing these subtle occurrences with your keen irises.

"you don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

responding with a weary shake of his head and a sigh escaping his lips, his gaze flickered back to you, and as his eyes connected with yours once more, a subtle softness overcame them.

truly breathtaking were his eyes. they possessed a hue reminiscent of emerald, yet they gleamed like the replesdent glow of the moon above.

however, what truly captured your attention was the way his brows furrowed just as the corner of his lips downturned, for internally—a cascade of emotions crashed upon him all at once. moreover, a despairing layer seemed to coat his eyes, a poignant sorrow that caught you off guard.

"i don't like it."

he stated firmly, his words hanging in the air, leaving you perplexed.

your head tilted slightly further, eyes widening as you regarded him with curiosity and intrigue.

in response, he raised a hand to the area where his heart resided, his gaze lowering and narrowing towards the ground beneath you both.

"this feeling..."

his voice carried a weight of uncertainty, gaze delicately shifted back to meet yours—and in that moment, you could have sworn you saw his frown deepen as the hint of sorrow on his features became even more pronounced.

"and knowing you could..."

he trailed off, unable to bring himself to complete his sentence. yet, the unfinished words were enough for you to grasp the essence of his meaning.

your brows upturned, sensing the profound depth of emotions he struggled to express fully through words. you had a hunch that it might be something like this, but witnessing his reaction with such intensity was, without a doubt, enough to evoke a painful ache in anyone's heart.

the desire to comfort him welled up within you, an overwhelming longing to ease his burdens. yet, you couldn't help but question how you could possibly offer reassurance.

would it be by telling a blatant lie about something that was inevitable?

now, that would be nothing short of cruelty, no?

to suggest that you would overcome it would only exacerbate the pain. moreover, you were uncertain how to approach the situation without inadvertently triggering a devastating chain of events in the unavoidable future.

truth be told, if he were anyone else, you might have dismissed the matter with a casual remark, wouldn't you?

but with him, it was different.

you couldn't bring yourself to say so.

unable to find the right words in that moment, your gaze somberly shifted away from his, fixating on a distant point ahead. yet, in a sudden and unexpected instant, you were taken aback as you felt the weight of something new but vaguely familiar resting upon your shoulder—soft strands of supple hair gently brushing against you. along with it came a delicate warmth, enveloping you in an oddly soothing sensation.

"you don't have to say anything."

he quietly uttered, his honeyed voice carrying a mix of vulnerability and reassurance. he simply needed to release his thoughts into the open, to let them be heard, even if it was just a single sentence.

there had been no intention to pressurize or burden you, but rather a desire to be the one offering reassurance while subtly seeking comfort himself.

in a silent plea to convince himself that he wasn't caught in a dream, he gingerly leaned his head against your shoulder, and though was making sure not to add any more damage to your wounds, he did so without a hint of regret.

your heart skipped a beat, overwhelmed by the depth of his actions. turning your attention back to him, you found solace in this unspoken gesture of support. that tender gesture conveyed a profound understanding, a connection that surpassed the boundaries of words. it was a silent reassurance; of ones comforting presence for the other, especially in the face of uncertainty.

a sentimental smile graced your features as you felt immense gratitude for his selfless deeds. even in this moment, he made sure you were as comfortable as possible, going above and beyond to provide solace. the warmth of his actions filled you with a deep sense of appreciation and reinforced the unmatched bond between you.

"..thank you,"

you whispered in a hushed breath, your voice carrying the weight of profound appreciation.

though the words seemed simple, they held within them an entire universe of gratitude—a universe that bloomed with vivid colors, dreamlike aspirations, and meaningful connections.

with a delicate grace, you lifted your hand and allowed your fingertips to dance upon the canvas of his raven tresses. each strand, like a silken thread, wove a tapestry of sensations beneath your touch.

the texture was soft and supple, akin to the gentle caress of a summer breeze. as your fingers glided through the ebony strands, you embarked on a journey of intricate care, smoothing out the knots that dared to disrupt the harmony.

in this intimate act, time seemed to suspend, creating a space where the world faded away, leaving only the two of you in a transcendent moment. your touch, as mindful as the brushstrokes of an artist, traced a path of tenderness and care. each movement held intention, a pledge to protect and cherish him, ensuring no harm would befall his vulnerable spirit.

It was a silent symphony, where the language of trust and gratitude flowed effortlessly through the whispers of your fingertips.

as you continued this tender ministration, a vibrant tapestry of emotions unfurled within the depths of your heart. gratitude, like a delicate fragrance, mingled with a sense of wonder, weaving a spellbinding combination.

the tenderness you shared painted a tableau, akin to a cherished memory, where hues of warmth, understanding, and appreciation blended harmoniously.

pleased by your touch, a contented hum escaped your companion's lips, his eyes finding solace in the comfortable embrace of closed lids.

a smile, brimming with emotions, blossomed upon his visage, a testament to the profound impact of your presence.

his heart fluttered with a bittersweet ache, caught between the beauty of the present and the uncertainty of the future.

yet, even in the face of daunting odds, a glimmer of hope persisted within him. it discreetly clung to his being, refusing to be extinguished.

it was undeniably a childlike hope, both fragile and resilient; to yearn for the possibility of a miraculous turn of events.

still, muichiro wanted to embrace that chance, to patiently wait for the magic of a future with you.

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petitelepus · 2 months

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I actually rethinked your offer..

Maybe i could get a tiny Sanemi fluff..? 🥺

Like, Sanemi sees reader crying and (out of mercy LOL) asks what's wrong, and after getting to know that yn is crying because she has nobody to spend her birthday with, he takes her out somewhere and buys her a gift, cake, they hangout yk 🥹

Sanemi was pissed. You were late from a training session with him and when he had gone to fetch you from your room, you weren't even there! Not only were you not showing up, but you were making him waste his time looking for you?! As his Tsuguko, you were supposed to train under his guidance!

You damn woman…! He wouldn't go easy on you just because of your gender! Gender meant nothing to Sanemi because it meant nothing to Demons who would be ready to eat you at any given moment if you didn't kill them first!

Sanemi was shouting your name as he ran from room to room, searching for you or any signs of you, but even the servants couldn't tell where you had gone off to.

The Hashira was about to lose his cool for good until he finally found you in the backyard, huddled at the corner of the estate's yard. Your back was to him so you probably hadn't seen him, but you must have heard him!

"Hey, shithead! Didn't you hear me calling your name!?" Saneni snapped as he made his way to you, but you were still ignoring him. Getting madder with every passing second, he grabbed your shoulder and made you look at him, "Oi! Look at me when I'm talking-!"

You looked and Sanemi was taken aback by big fat tears collected in your eyes and ones that were dripping down your face.

What the fuck? Why were you crying? You never cried, no matter how much Sanemi shouted, cursed, or trained you. Had someone said something to you? Who and what?

"Master Shinazugawa…" You murmured quietly and the man snapped out of his thoughts. "What the fuck? Why are you crying!?"

"It's… It's stupid…!" You sobbed as you started to violently rub your eyes clear of tears, "It's stupid and I'm stupid…!"

"I can't deny that…" Sanemi grumbled, but he was still a human so he asked, "What made you cry?"

"Nothing…"

"Nothing my ass! If there is nothing wrong then you wouldn't have even started to cry!" His patience was wearing thin, "So tell me what the fuck is wrong, or else I'll beat your ass!"

"It's…" You swallowed, "It's my birthday…"

"And?" Sanemi asked and you frowned, "And that's it…"

"That's it?" He couldn't believe his own ears. You were crying over your birthday!?

"Who cries over their birthday?! What are you, eight!?" He snapped and you frowned, "At least I had someone to celebrate it with last year! Now I got nobody…!"

Ah, the reason you had become a Demon Slayer and his Tsuguko… Now that Sanemi thought about it, it was almost a year since you had begged him to train you and maybe half a year since you passed the Final Selection.

He still remembered how he had told you to go away, marry some man, and pop out a kid or two, but you had been stubborn as a mule and determined to train under him, despite his poor patience and short fuse.

Sanemi rarely felt like shit, but now he certainly felt like one and a major one.

"Get up." He snapped and you sobbed one last time as you collected yourself and got up on your feet, but before you could do anything else, the Hashira grabbed you by your upper arm and started to pull you with him.

"Master, I can walk-!" You tried to protest, but the man just frowned, "Shut up and follow me!"

You shut your mouth, but you were nervous. Ignoring and disobeying a Hashira and your Master? You were sure you were going to get your ass beaten and handed back to you through vigorous training… But to your surprise, he dragged you to his quarters.

You were stunned and confused as to why he had taken you there, but then he let go and pointed at the small table in the middle of the room, "Sit. That's an order."

You nodded and as you took a seat, Sanemi searched for something from his cabinets.

Despite being mean and tough, he kind of understood why you were so upset.

The Wind Hashira had never really celebrated his own birthday, but whenever his younger siblings' birthdays were coming, he always made sure to remember them and go out of his way to get them something they would like. Even when they didn't have money for it, he always remembered the days his siblings were born.

He pulled out a parcel from the cabinet and as he took a seat opposite of you, he placed the carefully wrapped parcel between you two and opened it. You followed closely his hands' movement and your eyes widened as you saw perfect-looking Ohagi. Master's favorite.

"Master- W- What is this?" You looked at him in shock and the man frowned as he pushed a dark and sweet rice ball at you, "Ohagi. For your birthday."

"B- But-!" You were stunned. Sanemi wasn't exactly famous for sharing his favorite treats and here he was, offering some for you.

"Are you sure?" You asked and he frowned, "You want it or shall I eat them myself!?"

"Thank you for the food!" You thanked him as you quickly grabbed an Ohagi and took a bite. Your eyes widened. They were absolutely rich and sweet, filled with flavor and so delicious.

"Oh, wow…!" You smiled around your mouthful, "These are incredible!"

"They better be since I made them," Sanemi grunted as he picked one for himself and bit into it. Your eyes widened and you swallowed before asking, "You made these?"

"Who else?"

"Uuh, cook or a baker?" You weren't certain and the Hashira frowned, "I make them the way I like them. If they aren't good enough then you can hit the road!"

"No no, I love them! I love this! Thank you, Master!" You took another bite of the Ohagi and Sanemi grunted as the two of you ate his favorite food. Soon, the food was gone and you were licking your fingers clean. The man grunted as he looked at you, "Feeling better?"

"Hm!" You nodded with a happy smile, "Much better! Thank you for this, Master Shinazugawa!"

"Tch! When it's just you and I you can call me Master Sanemi."

"Eeh?" You looked at the man, eyes wide before you grimaced, "Really? Is that really okay? Do you do this a lot with cute girls like me? Talk about creepy!"

"It's just you, you little shithead!" Sanemi exclaimed, a vein on his temple popping in fury, but you just laughed.

"Just kidding, kidding!" You laughed but Sanemi didn't find it as funny as you did. "Shitty brat…!"

"Alright, if I remember right we should be training right now!" You nodded as you moved to get up, but Sanemi grunted as he laid down on his side, facing away from you, "Just for today… We are taking it easy and regaining our energy."

"Are you sure?" You asked and the man shot you a glare over his shoulder, "Talking back to me, huh!?"

"Nope, not at all!" You shook your head as you set down on the tatami and relaxed, listening to a wind chime tinkling somewhere in a calm breeze.

It was all so relaxing, the meal, the sounds, and for once even the company. Despite the sad memories of your past birthdays carved in your mind, this one was awfully sweet.

#1julak1 #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #sanemi shinazugawa #reader #fem!reader #reader insesrt #Fem Reader #Birthday #Story #my story #writing #my writing #Short and So Sweet #birthday #Enjoy friend!#fluff

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residentfromnowhere · 6 months

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| PERFECT SACRIFICE |

TW: Sacrificing Ritual, Kidnapping & Death

Yandere!KyojuroRengokuXReader

Choosing the perfect dress for ones wedding should be one of the most precious and happiest moment in any brides life. From the fit of the dress down to the intricate details in ones veil, the moment in itself marks a milestone that many will and have never reached. To know that soon, you will be starting a new journey with someone whom you and themselves have deemed as their person should be one of celebration and excitement. Two consenting adults agreeing to spending the rest of their lives being by each others side. Who wouldn’t want such a privilege, right?

Well, what if I told you that for you it was a reality? That you’re beloved boyfriend whom you’ve grown to adore and respect has given you such a privilege? That you have finally found the missing piece to yourself and you have been searching and yearning for? You would be happy, right? You would gladly take on the world and accept everything that comes with being with him, right? You would scream and shout for joy repeating “yes” over and over again until your voice cracked, correct? Of course you would. Who wouldn’t? Who would pass up the opportunity to become someone who they loves wife and show excitement?

Well, it’s hard to show excitement when the bride is in a state where she can not move a single finger let alone make a facial expression. And it’s especially hard to scream for joy let alone scream in general when ones tongue has been cut out. Though, he doesn’t think you mind. You did say yes and you most definitely agreed at the alter to be with him till death do us part so there’s no backing out of this now. Even though you didn’t have a clue, he will think that You knew what were getting yourself into and that you practically BEGGED to be his perfect bride, his perfect SACRIFICE. With each swift motion of the needle, he hums a wedding hymn and smiles down at you. He looks up at the clock and smacks his lips together in disapproval.

“I took entirely too long to prepare you but how can I not? I mean look at you, you’re PERFECT” He says while sewing the last part of your lips together. “HE will be pleased and you will make such the perfect bride” he says while lacing another piece of thread through the needle. Even though you knew it was useless, you try to wiggle away from him but nothing moves. He just smiles and says “Now, we must hurry. We are late” He then slowly lower his hand towards your left eye. “HE hates waiting…”

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larixxz · 12 days

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hello!! i really need a lil bit of help 😭😭😭🙏‼️‼️‼️

i was kind of busy with studying for my exams but i currently have break time:] and i also did studied 70% for my exams so im pretty good for now!

in my break, i wanna draw or do some stuff related to kny and my oc’s lore but… i do not know what to do exactly. should i draw some scenarios regarding Risa’s backstory? or should I write her entire backstory on wattpad and also share it on here😭?? i dont really have any ideas, i would pretty much prefer drawing bcs i haven’t done that in quite a while🧛‍♀️

if u have any tips pls let me know!! probably ill make some small comic panels of how she met the other characters but tbh any suggestions helps! i might even draw how she mets other people’s oc:] (with ur permission ofc)

(here is a small doodle of genya with his hair braided bcs im a little obsessed with that hairstyle)

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mikuyuuss · 1 year

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I am reminded once again how I wish that we were shown more of Giyuu's backstory. I would understand it better if he was a normal guy whose parents are alive, but Giyuu's the opposite of that, his backstory is actually really sad in hindsight too.

From what I remember, the fanbook tells us how he lost his parents to an illness when he was young, leaving only him and his sister Tsutako. Their parents left some money for them to be able to survive, but surely, that still can't be easy. Tsutako must have had a lot on her shoulders while taking care of Giyuu.

and I wonder how Giyuu must have felt during those times, was he too young to process all of it, or did he feel like a burden to his sister? Is that one of the underlying reasons why he felt guilty for what happened to Sabito and Tsutak? Some of these stuff were definitely implied in the main story, but I just wish they showed us more of it!

And just when Tsutako is finally about to get married, she lost her life to a demon because she chose to protect Giyuu, and Giyuu tried to tell the townspeople about what happened but they didn't believe him. His distant relatives instead planned to take him away because they believe he is mentally ill. So without any choice, Giyuu ran away, nearly diied in the mountains but was founded by a hunter and later taken in by Urokodaki. The rest is history.

Considering how training takes about two years, and Giyuu was 13 years old when he took the final selection. I would guess that he’s probably around 11 yrs old when all of that happened to him.

Like that was a lot of stuff. Giyuu clearly had a rough childhood, but that wasn't shown in the main story at all and was just summarized in one taisho secret. :(

I wanted to see more of his relationship with Sabito and especially Tsutako. I really really hope we get a spin off or a light novel chapter that can help further flesh out the rest of his backstory, because it's just way too interesting not to.

#maybe I just had higher expectations for Giyuu #bc he is the first ever hashira that was ever introduced and the FIRST to believe tanjiro #so surely he must be very important right? he did help kickstart the story afterall!#and he is and not to mention his backstory with Sabito was hinted on since the very beginning so maybe I just overanticipated #but I was so looking forward to know more about him I waited for several arcs #but it ended up being wayy too short for me #and I wanted to know more about Tsutako too but shes only there for like two panels #so yeah I was a little bummed about that #but I still love Giyuu lots tho and I hope the future spin offs will show us more of him #tr #kny #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #giyuu tomioka #me speaks #everytime I see ranking on who among the hashiras had the most tragic backstory #i cant help but think man giyuus is sad on its own too its just a shame it wasnt shown more in depth

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colourstreakgryffin · 8 months

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Hiiii can I request a obanai x abused gn reader pls???

And like the reader drops a plate and is having a panic attack and he comforts us😭😭😭

Thanks

Yaaaay! A solo Obanai! I missed this man so much! Aww, this is so cute! I’ll totally do this

Iguro Obanai- Matching Problems

All Obanai heard, after returning home for a mere ten minutes, was a ceramic shatter echoing through the halls, alerting him as he quickly accelerates his walking speed to rush through the closed-in meek hallways of his massive mansion. The only other person in the cool-toned Estate was you, if you were the reason of the noise isn’t important to him. Your health and safety is

As he suspected from where he thought the source came from, he followed the shatter into the lonely cold kitchen. Where he saw nothing over the counter, you may have still been out? That could possibly suggest a demon has somehow entered his living quarters? With his guard high up, he silently sneaks around the corner of the marble counter. Obanai��s previous readiness and somewhat hostility faded with what he saw

You, his partner, rocking back and forth with light sobs and hiccups. Now, he could hear your distress and he understood all of it so well. Sympathetic and concerned, he approaches your lightly sobbing and hiccuping frame to find what’s wrong with you

You were kneeled down right behind the shattered remains of what he assumed to be one of his many snowy ceramic plates or bowls, clutching your head and breathing heavily as if you were trying to curl up and hide from the oxygen floating around. His heart broke apart at how sensitive and traumatised you are

Obanai is the same as you, two abuse survivors. He can handle his PSTD and trauma triggers a lot better than you can. You have more open panic attacks then he does and it hurts him so much. You don’t deserve to be in so much pain, and he wants to scare away every ounce of that pain with all his strength

Slowly approaching you on light footsteps, Obanai crouched down to meet your eyelevel. You were trapped in a scary panic attack, trembling and feeling a tight swell in your chest. You were terrified as memories of your abusive parents came flooding in at the sound of the plate you were going to use for your dinner, shattered on the floor. Ceramic breaking is a trauma trigger for you

Since your parents always threw ceramic items at you in fits of drunken rage, and the shatter crash always came through whilst you got injured by the item, it became a trauma trigger. Your spine chilled intensely whilst a thin layer of sweat built up over your luscious skin. Obanai didn’t really know how to comfort people, he can barely keep himself calm when up against trauma trigger-triggered panic attacks. After a few seconds of thought

Obanai wrapped his arms around you, just feeling your skin jump. You were sensitive to touch in this state, Obanai knew this well but he also knew he needed to make contact to pull you away. He needed to protect you from the trigger and do his best to make you feel safe so he can get rid of the blaring hazard on the floor to further protect you. “My love…” Obanai softly cooed, not suspecting you to actually lift your head up nor respond to him

But your body instinctively suction-cupped into his own warm frame for comfort and that feeling of safety. You couldn’t really hear him as your anxiety and fear grew stronger, drowning out background noise but you could always sense Obanai’s presence, and your loving boyfriend became associated with true safety. Smiling underneath that signature bandage-mask, Obanai used his gentle embrace against you to lift you to your feet

No. He wasn’t going to force you to walk, he holds you firm enough to keep in his arms but soft enough to not seem like a threat to your easily mendable mind. Obanai noticed the way you finally let him see your face, since it was blocked by the length of your hair and even parts of your hands. He just loved seeing your beautiful face, your gorgeous eyes. Though, right now, was not the best time but he could care less

He loved it all and he was joyous you were starting to get better already, enough to look at him willingly with zero words. It seemed he was helping a lot, dismissing the fact he hadn’t even cuddled nor kissed you properly yet

He reached the bedroom he shared with you in no time, placing you down politely on the futon you share as you felt your heart beating a bit slower than before. Sat down besides you, he held your hand as you gently turned your head to face him

“Close your eyes, my love” Obanai spoke softly and you obeyed his every word with zero hesitation, wanting more than anything for the awful pain and those awful flashes of your horrifying trauma to go away. “Breathe… deeply, gently and slowly. Through your nose”

Obanai chirped and tapped his finger on the button of your nose as a playful thing you two did together, shuffling a bit closer to your laid side and ever-so-slightly squeezing the hand he held so protectively to reassure you he isn’t going anywhere, not now or after he helps

Obanai will stay put to help subside those symptoms and put you to sleep so you can forget all about the misery you’re being forced to withstand in this very moment. He loved you so much that he was willing to stay up all day and all night to ensure you were happy again, that you would sleep peacefully again. As his one and only love, he is happy to do anything for you

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babytengenuzui · 1 year

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Tanjiro couldn’t remember a time he was able to keep his eyes off of you, not even before you got together. The plushness of your body made his mind flood with un pure thoughts. Anytime the two of you were alone together he would always act them out and show you just how much he loves your body.

#tanjiro smut #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #demon slayer #short story

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raidenssblog · 2 years

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Flower petals

Genre: fluff

Pronouns: male

Character: mitsuri

Summary: you've been gone for more than a month dealing with demons but when you finally came back Mitsuri was so happy. Later that night she saw the scar across you chest.

Mitsuri seemed a bit more excited than usual. Practically bouncing whenever she steeped.

"what's go you so happy Kanroji?" A certain hashira asked. "Well if you must know Iguro-san. M/n is coming back." She let out a small squeal after finishing the sentence.

"ha of course it m/n. You haven't stoped talking about him since he left" obanai said almost relieved that you were coming back.

"oh hush you. I just missed him thats all" elbowing the male playfully.

"alright I'll talk later yeah. Kaburamaru's hungry. Bye" "bye" she said be fore turning to face the entrance again.

It's been a good hour before she saw for large figure walking down the path. She began to sprint while screaming. "M/N!!! YOU'RE FINALLY BACK!!"

You looked up and smile before bending down and opting you arms for her. She ran into you and instantly Hughes you close.

"hey love. Oh I missed you" you whispered into her hair. "I missed you t-too"

Small happy sobs came from the girl in you arms. "Hey hey shhh. Come on let's go home yeah?" Standing fully. You were a bit short of two heads taller than her. "But dont you need a checkup first?"

You shock your head and rested you hand on the small of her back. Mitsuri just leaned into you while you walked back

The walk back to your shared estate was wonderful. You shared what happened and who you met. The food and all the nice places you've seen. You arrived back and set down you things.

You breath in deeply. The scent of soft flowers hitting you nose on making you relax. While Mitsuri ran a warn bath you rummaged through your things.

"the bath is ready m/n!" You got found the small bag and walked into the small bathhouse, specifically only for you and mitsuri.

You were met with Mitsuri already striping down and her braids were already out, framing her body perfectly.

"oh you're here I didn't even here you come in." You just stared at her smiling. 'how did I get so lucky'

You really loved her.

"hellooo. M/n you gonna come in or not?" Her voce snapped you out of your little daydream. "Yeah hold up a sec" you said before starting to take off your uniform.

You heard a little gasp come from the girl once you were fully undressed and in the bath.

"what happened?" She asked pointing to the large scar across your chest. "The demon was stronger than I expected. Managed to get a good hit in before I finished him off. Don't worry this happened a week or so after I left"

Mitsuri was now leaning on you completely, tracing the large scar while humming. Times like these you really appreciate becoming a demon Slayer.

"hey I have something for you" Mitsuris eyes lit up. "Ohh what is it?" You let out a soft laugh before reaching over to grab the small blue bag.

You handed the bag to her. She looked at you and you thought you saw a sparkle in her eyes. "Awww thank you m/n!" She said hugging you so tight you couldn't breath.

"yeah yeah just open it" you said smiling, hoping she'll like it.

She pulled away and slowly opened the bag only to be met with a stunning necklace with a bright purple Tanzanite pendent.

"oh my- wow. Oh thank you thank you thank youuu!" She put the necklace back and hugged you tightly. "Haha. No no dear. It's the least I could do. After all I am gonna marry you one day."

Her head shot up and stared into your eyes. Tear welled and she hugged you again "yes m/n. I would loved to be your bride on day!"

After that, there was nothing but love and praise coming from both of the two.

#mitsuri kanjiro #demon slayer #kny x you #reader insert #kny x male reader #male reader #lovely #short story #fluff

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laluvlidovezgal · 4 months

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JUST LIKE A DREAM.

TW! manga spoilers.

bittersweet! wistful.

t. muichiro x gn. reader.

HE FOUND HIMSELF ENSNARED IN THE RAPTUROUS EMBRACE OF A PLAIN, UNADORNED NOTEBOOK. its pristine pages beckoning him to whisper tantalizing secrets.

seating himself in the seiza style-his limbs folded gracefully—he wielded a quill like a maestro's baton, while his other hand languidly cradled his cheek-a solitary pillar of repose in the vast expanse of contemplation.

with a sigh of resignation, he embarked upon the wondrous dance between ink and parchment.

...hey.

he paused, his countenance adorned with a mask of impassivity, concealing a tempest of thoughts within.

why, he mused, did he feel compelled to extend his greetings to a humble sheet of paper?

yet, a flicker of ephemeral memory flickered through the corridors of his mind—a faint echo that whispered of customs and courtesies, of beginnings and origins.

though he found himself adrift in the enigma of it all, he yielded to the notion that a simple "hello" would serve as the key to unlock the labyrinth of his newfound routine.

anyways..

that butterfly lady gave me this.

i don't know why, she just did.

he blinked, his brows ascending with a subtle grace, as a revelation had alighted upon his consciousness like a silken butterfly.

i don't know why, she just did.

actually, i do.

she gave me this because she said that journaling..

it'd help me with my memories somehow.

if i recall correctly..she told me to write down anything i figured is worth noting, saying it'll help me 'treasure' it or something.

as he neared the culmination of his literary pilgrimage, he sighed yet again, his breath a gentle zephyr that whispered secrets to the dull room.

whatever. it doesn't matter.

the final words dripped like honey from his quill, an offering to the vast expanse of time and oblivion. yet, even as he penned the denouement of his day, a knowing knowledge clung to his intellect—one he had unfortunately grown accustomed to.

i'll forget about this, anyways.

on the contrary—to his own astonishment—he found himself ensnared within the confines of familiarity, as if destiny had conspired to recreate the tableau of days past.

an unexpected sense of accomplishment fluttered within his being, though he nonchalantly brushed it aside, for its allure held no sway over his seemingly impassive demeanor.

wow.

this again.

never thought i'd actually come back to this.

i guess that person was just so weird that i instantly went here subconsciously.

and yet—a query lingered, teasing the fringes of his consciousness.

how did he manage to recall the precise location where this artifact had been bestowed? his gaze faltered, searching the surroundings with an air of detachment, even as his countenance remained stoic and unyielding.

alas, pondering the intricacies of remembrance proved an exercise in futility.

the answer—it seemed—resided in the glorious mist of poorly scrapped away details.

in reality, for—in a moment of abandon-he had actually just left this vessel exposed upon the very table that bore witness to its initial unveiling.

with that profound comprehension nestled in the recesses of his clouded mind, he simply blinked before returning to the task of diligently jotting down the words he had momentarily paused, delicately inscribing the words that had eluded him mere seconds ago—fully aware that they would soon inevitably slip from his memory.

a pensive cloud descended upon his countenance, casting a shadow upon the dainty tapestry of his thoughts.

his brows, like twin sentinels of vexation, furrowed once more, mirroring the tumultuous musings that swirled within the depths of his mind.

speaking of which, what's their deal anyways?

he simultaneously pondered, his memory a fragmented mosaic that teased the edges of his recollection. who exactly was this vexing interloper that had managed to impede upon his path? the tendrils of remembrance danced just beyond his grasp, tantalizingly close yet frustratingly distant.

bothersome brat getting in the way like that.

the realization dawned, an ember of understanding amidst the haze. it seemed that this individual, by the mere virtue of their skills, bore the mark of a fellow demon slayer. though their intentions remained obscured, he acknowledged that their presence, even as an ally, posed an inconvenience.

yet, he couldn't help but acknowledge that the situation would have been far more dire had they been an unsuspecting civilian thrust into the fray.

"had I not intervened, you would've gotten hit instead."

the echo of their words reverberated within his mind like a daunting scene, conjuring a vivid portrait of their visage. a flicker of irritation danced in his eye, an involuntary twitch that betrayed his lingering frustration.

at least that weirdo refrained from whining and coercing me into helping them seek the aid of that butterfly lady.

even still—a veil of perplexity settled upon his thoughts, shrouding his mind in a haze of bewilderment. the actions of that imbecile confounded him, defying all logic and reason. how dare they insinuate that he lacked the agility to evade the blow? and even if he hadn't, was it not just another day, with the ebb and flow of danger an ever-present companion?

furthermore, the question lingered like a specter; why did they possess such fervent concern, enough to willingly absorb the impact intended for him? a cynical frown danced upon his lips, for he harbored a deep-seated suspicion that their motivations were rooted in a desire to don the mantle of heroism.

ordinarily, such trifling matters would have been dismissed with a mere shrug, relegated to the realm of inconsequential distractions.

and yet, that singular event, like a pebble tossed into a still pond, sent ripples coursing through the depths of his being. it stirred a dormant fire within him, kindling a smoldering embers of annoyance that refused to be extinguished.

the enigma of their actions gnawed at his consciousness, an incessant itch that demanded his attention. why did their interference provoke such a visceral reaction? what lay beneath the surface of his irritation? the answers eluded him, concealed in the murk of his own introspection.

eventually, a flicker of relief danced upon his countenance, as if a gentle breeze had brushed away the creases of consternation etched upon his features. for, in this fortuitous moment, salvation arrived in the form of ginko, his loyal companion, his assigned kasugai crow.

entering the room through the open window with a graceful flutter of ebony wings, the avian harbinger announced his imminent departure towards yet another mission, a clarion call that whisked away the tendrils of disquietude that had begun to take hold.

had he been pondering for that long?

he blinked, extending a hand adorned with purposeful gentleness, he bestowed upon ginko a few aimless caresses to the sleek feathers that adorned the crow's head. a momentary respite amidst the chaos, a fleeting connection between two souls bonded by the trials of their shared endeavors.

and then, with a seamless transition, his expression reverted back to its stoic neutrality, a mask of detachment that shielded the depths of his thoughts.

his gaze, once adrift and almost forgotten, refocused upon the near-forgotten notebook that lay before him—its pages, blank with very few words but brimming with the promise of untold tales, unlike before—it now beckoned him with an irresistible allure. who’s to say that this encounter, this outpouring of his thoughts upon its parchment, would be his last? the question lingered, suspended in the air, as if the notebook itself whispered of secrets yet untold.

however—a hint of exasperation tinged his thoughts once more, a testament to the minutes squandered upon this wearisome endeavor. the weight of time wasted settled upon his shoulders like an oppressive burden, threatening to drown him in a sea of regret. had that butterfly lady bestowed this upon him merely as a means to pass the hours in such a pitiful manner?

what’s with everyone pissing him off lately? a disapproving click of his tongue resounded, accompanied by an inward huff of frustration, as if to dismiss such thoughts as inconsequential.

yet, even as he brushed aside the notion, a lingering seed of doubt remained. the origins of this diversion, this seemingly trivial pastime, stirred a restlessness within him. but he swiftly quelled the rising tide of contemplation, for there were matters of greater import to attend to.

with a languid motion, his hand lazily fell back to his side, a symbol of resignation to the inevitability of his next mission.

ginko—ever attentive—observed his movements with unwavering focus through her beady eyes.

as he rose to his feet and walked away without a word, she hastened to follow, a silent guardian ensuring he treaded the correct path this time.

perchance, had he paid greater heed—he would have discerned the inadvertent significance he ascribed to that encounter.

possibly, if he could decipher his emotions amidst the shroud of negativity, he would come to comprehend the profound influence this ostensibly unavailing—or so he perceives it to be—undertaking continues to hold within the recesses of his hazy recollections.

a sense of weariness pervaded his being, his form slouched over the table in an exhausted posture. his arm, draped atop the surface, cradled his lower face in a gesture of weary surrender.

heavy-lidded eyes, devoid of their usual sharpness, stared blankly at the notebook before him, its pages a repository of familiarity and untapped potential.

his restless fingers found solace in the quill, an instrument of creation and expression. yet, instead of purposeful strokes, they engaged in aimless fiddling, a subconscious act of seeking comfort in the familiar. the quill danced between his fingertips, its weight and texture grounding him in the present moment.

as time trickled by, his hand slowly maneuvered with deliberate relaxation.

the quill hovered mere inches above the pristine expanse of the paper, its poised tip a conduit for the thoughts that swirled within his mind. the ink droplets within the quill began to fall, each one a testament to the passage of time and the stillness that enveloped him.

then, with a leisurely descent—the quill found its mark upon the page, leaving behind a trail of ink as he transcribed the words that lingered in his thoughts. beginning another silent conversation between the depths of his mind and the blankness of the paper.

if i had known that i’d be assigned with that idiot on the mission, i wouldn’t have even waited for their arrival.

eh. i guess they were somewhat useful..for baiting the demon.

the words upon the page bore the unmistakable mark of apathy, as if they had been woven with little to no effort. lines connected words haphazardly, yet he remained unperturbed by their disarray.

a mere blink was his response to the warm embrace of the rising sun's rays streaming through the window, causing him to momentarily shield his eyes. his lids fluttered, adjusting to the light.

shifting slightly, he raised his head, casting a glance towards the window. the sight of the morning's arrival beckoned his attention, a gentle reminder of the passing hours that had slipped away unnoticed.

would you look at that... it's morning already, and i haven't even managed a wink of sleep yet.

a yawn escaped his lips, an involuntary reflex brought forth by the weariness that engulfed him.

craning his head to the right, he raised a hand, fingers reaching out to massage the tense muscles at the back of his neck. the physical sensation provided a fleeting respite from the mental strain that weighed upon him.

tearing his gaze away from the luminous frame of light, his attention returned to the page before him.

the letters—now seemingly slid onto the page without care—formed words that appeared smudged or messy. yet, his response was one of detached observation, his eyes trailing along the inked lines as if merely skimming their surface. his mind adrift in a sea of fatigue and contemplation.

a wistful breath escaped his lips, carrying with it a tinge of reflection. to think that in the end, he found himself aiding them, joining forces with those he once regarded with a mix of skepticism and reservation. vague memories of their coordination and shared battles flickered in his mind, a testament to their surprising competence.

irony hung in the air, as he ever-so begrudgingly acknowledged the decency of their skill, granting them the credit they deserved.

but to say that he still harbored a grudge would be an overstatement. time had a way of blurring the sharp edges of resentment, softening the sting of past grievances.

he had moved on—or at least strived to do so—simply because he no longer wished to expend mental energy on such affairs.

of course, the reasoning behind their initial encounter still eluded him. the circumstances that had brought them together remained shrouded in mystery, a puzzle piece that refused to fit neatly into the larger picture.

yet, despite this lack of understanding, he had chosen to extend his assistance.

it was a matter of reciprocity, an unspoken agreement that demanded the return of the favor. they had aided him, and so he, in turn, had done the same.

but let it be known that his actions were certainly not born out of deliberate intention. it wasn't a calculated decision to seek their gratitude or favor. no, he had been driven solely by his sense of duty, a commitment to vanquish the demon that had threatened their lives. their expressions of gratitude that followed were—in his perception—unwarranted and unnecessary.

don’t get him wrong, it wasn't a matter of rejecting their appreciation out of disdain or arrogance. it was simply a matter of perspective. he saw his actions as obligations fulfilled, his purpose aligned with the task at hand. the gratitude they offered was an unexpected byproduct, an outcome that held little significance in the grand scheme of his mission.

unbeknownst to him—his head gradually dipped lower, a subtle surrender to the weight of exhaustion. his eyes, utterly heavy with weariness, would occasionally flutter open, a futile effort to rouse himself from the encroaching grasp of sleep.

but little did he know, there existed a vast realm of his true intentions beneath the surface of his consciousness, waiting to be explored, waiting to unveil its secrets—a landscape of an undiscovered reality and hidden depths lay dormant, longing to be discovered.

yet, in his current state, he remained oblivious to the elusive wonders that lay within.

oblivious to the possibilities that awaited him, he continued to battle the encroaching embrace of sleep, unaware of the treasures that could be unearthed once he relinquished his conscious hold.

but perhaps, in due time, the mist would lift, and he would come to realize the vastness that lay hidden within, embracing the unknown with open arms and truly delving into the depths, and alas reaching a benevolent understanding of his own subconscious.

soon enough, he found himself absentmindedly twirling a petal between his fingers as he entered the room. his focus remained fixated on the delicate blossom even as his hand closed the door behind him, and even as he made his way towards the mirror.

gradually, he lifted his gaze, his eyes settling on the flower crown adorning his head. the sakura petals, masterfully intertwined, caught his attention, their beauty captivating his senses.

with an almost contemplative look, he then raised the petal he held to eye-level, keenly studying its intricate details.

of all people, who would have thought he'd be adorning something as whimsical as this? it seemed that over time, through some inexplicable force, he had found himself repeatedly crossing paths with an individual he had once deemed a nuisance.

bizzarely, he discovered that he often engaged in small conversations with them—or rather—they spoke while he found himself lost in his own thoughts as usual, staring at the wispy clouds.

however, that habit of his had not lasted long with them.

he recalled a time when he unexpectedly began sparing a not-so discreet glance for the person who stood beside him, whilst internally pursuing his own musings while they carried on with their activities.

perhaps it was because he secretly wished for their presence to vanish? he had made his feelings abundantly clear, even voicing his desire to be rid of them. yet, they stubbornly persisted, undeterred by his dismissive attitude.

and so, he had resigned himself to their constant presence, reluctantly accepting the fact that they would be a part of his daily life.

today, it was he who stumbled upon them—a reversal of their usual encounters.

he couldn't help but note the uncharacteristic silence that enveloped them, a departure from their usual chatter.

enveloped in a realm of heightened intrigue, his inquisitive spirit awakened. his gaze, like a wandering star, was drawn to the focal point that held their rapt fascination.

with an arched ascent, his eyebrows mirrored his amazement. majestically poised, a resplendent tapestry unfolded before him—a bountiful cherry blossom tree, its branches bedecked in resplendent blooms. the sakura petals—akin to balletic maestros—pirouetted gracefully through the air, composing a symphony of ethereal enchantment.

in that instant, he comprehended the rationale behind their entranced stare. the vision of the grand cherry blossom tree, its delicate petals dancing with elegance, possessed an irresistible charm that surpassed his customary indifference. it stood as a tableau of organic marvel, another spectacle capable of evoking a latent response within him, even if he had not fully embraced it until now.

blinking in a manner reminiscent of an owl, he returned to the present moment.

ultilizing both hands, he delicately removed the flower crown from his head. unusually, he handled it with an exceptional tenderness, treating it as though it were a fragile treasure he was determined to preserve with utmost care.

however, inexplicably, he decided to place it adjacent to his notebook. then, his attention shifted back to the petal he had held throughout the entire process, and a subtle downturn of his lips coupled with a slight furrowing of his brows betrayed his disappointment.

the petal appeared slightly crumpled... perhaps he should have focused on it first before removing the crown?

his head instinctively tilted as he contemplated the past. unbeknownst to him, the fact that he was investing such reflection into a... gift—as they had claimed it to be—went entirely unnoticed.

an idea flickered to life within the recesses of his mind, though it may not have been grand in scale.

with a sense of purpose, he resolved to safeguard this newfound notion within the pages of his trusty notebook instead of just noting them down much like the previous, yet now said to be countless of times he did so. it wasn't that he had no intention of exploring the idea further; rather, he held a silly belief that by preserving the delicate petal within its confines, he would be able to summon fragments of today's events whenever he cast his gaze upon it.

it was, undoubtedly, a risky endeavor.

the transience of memory and the fragility of moments made such attempts at preservation inherently uncertain. yet, undeterred by the potential pitfalls, he was determined to give it a try.

there was a spark of hope that momentarily alighted within his ever-so dull eyes as he carefully placed the petal between the pages, allowing it to find its place amidst the inked words and scribbled thoughts.

in his mind, the notebook was like a vessel of recollection, the doorway through which he could access the essence of that particular day.

with each passing glance, he believed he would be transported back to the sights, sounds, and emotions that had colored his experience. it was a belief steeped in a touch of magic, a genuine desire to capture the essence of fleeting moments and keep them alive in some tangible form.

of course, he understood the inherent risk of such an endeavor. memories could be fickle, subject to the passage of time and the distortions of perception—that he knew all too well, yet, he couldn't resist the allure of the notion, the tantalizing prospect of preserving a piece of today's events within the pages of his notebook.

thus, he closed the notebook—sealing the petal within its protective embrace. only time would reveal whether his whimsical idea would bear fruit. but for now, he carried a glimmer of anticipation, a belief that perhaps, just perhaps, he had found a way to capture the essence of the present and carry it with him into the future.

one day, on the verge of departing for the swordsmith village, he found himself casting a final glance around his room.

as his eyes scanned the space, they landed upon a particular object resting undisturbed on the table, alongside a vibrant, circular rosy crown. yet, his gaze lingered upon the sight of the flowers, a momentary pause in his preparations.

was there something he was forgetting?

he brushed off the thought, convincing himself that it was nothing of importance.

or was it?

perhaps a faint inkling nagged at the back of his mind, suggesting that there was more to it than he initially believed.

without realizing it—he was drawn across the room, his steps guided by an unseen force.

he found himself crouching down near the designated area, his hand reaching out to flip through the pages of his notebook. however, his action was halted as his eyes caught sight of a roseate petal nestled within the notebook's pages.

curiosity sparked within him, and he raised an eyebrow as he gingerly plucked the petal from its sanctuary. absentmindedly, he twirled it between his fingers, a gesture that felt oddly familiar, inducing a sense of déjà vu.

but where had he witnessed such a scene before?

as he pondered, a realization dawned upon him. It wasn't a memory of witnessing someone else engage in this action; rather, it was he himself who had performed it.

a surge of recollection washed over him, memories resurfacing from the depths of his mind. the twirling of the petal, the sensation between his fingertips—these were gestures he had made before, though their significance had slipped from his conscious grasp.

In that singular moment, the forgotten fragments of his own past intertwined with the present, weaving together a tapestry of connections that transcended time.

recognition dawned upon him with a sudden clarity. it was from that day—the day where a sensation so tender and poignant stirred within him, almost like a bittersweet ache, evoking a warmth that eluded his understanding, leaving him unable to grasp its true essence.

the memory resurfaced, vivid and potent, as he held the petal in his hand. it was a symbol—a relic that carried the weight of a significant moment, a moment that had shaped him in ways he had yet to fully comprehend.

as his gaze shifted between the delicate petal and the floral circlet, he couldn't help but acknowledge their significance. they were gifts, given to him by that same person whose presence had once been a source of annoyance, but had since become intertwined with his life in ways he never anticipated.

a subtle flicker of a smile danced across his features, fleeting yet unmistakable.

it was a ghost of a smile, evoking a sense of warmth and nostalgia. just like that very same day, beneath the sakura tree.

after a few more contemplative moments, he gently placed the petal back within the pages of his notebook. it was an act imbued with a renewed sense of curiosity and introspection.

as he carefully tucked it away, he recognized that this petal held more than just a fragment of his present—it also served as a tether to his past.

standing up, he straightened his attire, smoothing out the wrinkles that had formed during his moment of reflection.

leaving the room behind, he stepped forward, his footsteps carrying him away from the familiar and towards the villa—yet, as he ventured forth, he carried with him the knowledge that within the depths of his own experiences, there were secrets waiting to be unveiled. these hidden truths, veiled within the recesses of his own identity, held the potential to guide him closer to understanding who he truly was.

muichiro’s brows knit together, his eyes narrowing slightly as he winced, perusing the passages he had penned not long ago—but in that period, he found himself at the nadir of his existence, akin to a vessel housing an empty soul, where the flicker of life seemed to wane within him.

immersed in the depths of his own written words, a wave of self-critique washed over him. the realization of his perceived deficiencies bore down heavily upon his psyche.

was my prose truly so lackluster?

his countenance contorted into a visage of melancholic discontent. he couldn't help but introspect on his conduct and acknowledge the impoliteness he had exhibited. it pained him to recognize the echoes of his late twin brother within himself, bearing the burden of both his loss, and their shared flaws.

a tinge of remorse lingered as he ran a hand through his hair, grappling with the repercussions of his actions.

yet, amidst the remorse, his spirits gradually ascended as he reminisced on a separate recollection—the instant when he emerged from his coma, their unwavering presence by his side.

that memory bestowed a glimmer of solace, softening his somber expression. they had been dumbfounded, incapable of containing their emotions upon witnessing his awakening.

in that fleeting moment, they had clung to him fervently, as if he were their vital lifeline. though their embrace—much to his dismay—had swiftly slackened upon realizing his frailty, the impact of their initial response eternally etched in his consciousness.

reflecting upon that juncture, a smile graced his lips. he held no remorse for his instinctive reaction to embrace them, despite his own corporeal anguish.

a gentle flush tinged his cheeks as he sensed that familiar flutter in his heart, impelling him to tilt his head inquisitively.

“that feeling again...” he mused—this time, aloud—as he rose a hand to the region where his heartbeat, almost amplifying with its errancies—resided. his gaze descended, fixated upon that enigmatic yet captivating feeling. curiously pirouetted in his eyes, a pure and guileless yearning for comprehension.

he contemplated the prospect of unraveling the enigma at the butterfly mansion, where he might unearth the veracity behind this inexplicable sensation.

maybe, it was naught but a lingering malady, an unseen affliction that had eluded his awareness. he mulled over the displeasing notion, recognizing the imperative to illuminate the puzzle that lay dormant within him.

little did he fathom the profundity of what lay ahead, the intricate tapestry of emotions and connections that awaited him.

if only he comprehended the significance of that flutter in his heart, the profound impact it would wield upon his odyssey.

several weeks had elapsed, and once more he found himself clutching his notebook, as if it were an extension of his being.

resting against the wall, he clasped the item firmly in his grasp, his gaze wandering towards the window as he settled into a seated position. with his knees drawn up to his chest, they formed an improvised tabletop, providing a stable surface for him to write on.

the room was bathed in the spill of moonlight, bestowing upon it a tranquil luminescence that infused the scene with ethereal allure. positioned at the precipice of the empty page, his quill poised like a delicate dancer, he sensed a surge of anticipation welling within him.

it had been a while since he had last visited the notebook, let alone written in it.

initially, this realization held a tinge of sadness. however, he began to view it as a form of success—a testament to his growth and progress—he no longer needed the notebook as a vessel for his memories, as he had learned to hold them within himself without the fear of them dispersing from his mind.

although he had been reluctant to let go of the notebook in the beginning, fearing that he would regress to his former self, he gradually grew accustomed to relying less on its pages. this change was thanks to a certain someone who had provided him with remarkable encouragement and support along the way.

speaking of that someone..

a gentle smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he reminisced about the unfolding events.

at long last, he had mustered the courage to convey his heartfelt gratitude to them for rescuing him on that fateful day of their initial encounter. in retrospect, he finally recognized how his own negativity had obscured the fact that his concern and guilt had driven his actions, leading to harm befalling their well-being.

with the weight of unexpressed appreciation lifted from his shoulders, a profound sense of contentment and relief settled within him.

it felt really good.

and relieving too. i’m glad to finally be able to appreciate them properly now.

the words resonated within him, echoing the profound impact this newfound expression of gratitude had on his relationship with them as he lowered his quill onto the waiting page, he began to write, capturing the essence of his gratitude in ink. the words flowed freely, a testament to his newfound ability to express his appreciation and to cherish the moments that had led him to this point.

in that quiet room, with the moon as his witness, he continued to write, allowing his emotions to spill onto the pages, creating a tangible record of his gratitude and the growth he had achieved.

naturally, he expressed his gratitude to shinobu as well, for she was the catalyst that set the entire endeavor in motion.

however, he couldn't deny that his experience with that particular individual had left a deeper impact on him, resonating within his being in a way that he couldn't easily dismiss.

we made origami today.

was if their first time? i wouldn’t believe it at all if they said yes, they did amazing.

the corners of his mouth lifted even further, a radiant smile spreading across his face. pride swelled within his chest as he reminisced about the moment when he, much like they had done beneath the sakura tree during the day—left his creations with them as a souvenir—a heartfelt gift.

his eyes fluttered, lids half-lowered, as his smile softened. the memory of their laughter resonated in his ears, a joyful sound that echoed through his mind. it was a honeyed melody, harmonious and timeless, etched into his memories like a cherished tune he would never grow tired of.

in that moment, he felt a deep sense of connection and shared happiness. the blossoming of their laughter and their appreciation had filled him with a profound sense of fulfillment.

i made them laugh, their smile truly is adorable.

i want them to stay happy.

an undeniably childish wish.

..i wanna be the reason they do.

a selfish, yet reasonable desire.

i could just say it outright, but...

his thoughts trailed off, contemplating the words he longed to express.

his heart swelled with a mixture of emotions, and yet, there was a hesitancy that held him back. the idea of openly conveying his yearning to be their source of joy brought forth an inexplicable feeling, a blend of anticipation and seldom vulnerability.

with a heavy sigh, he leaned his head back, seeking a moment of respite.

however, to his dismay—he misjudged the distance and inadvertently hit the wall with more force than intended. the impact elicited a wince and a deadpan expression as a wave of discomfort washed over him.

“ouch..”

rubbing the back of his head with his free hand, he closed one eye, gritting his teeth in response to the pain. regret filled his thoughts as he berated himself for not considering the consequences of his actions.

"just why didn't I take that into consideration?" he muttered, a tinge of frustration evident in his mellow voice.

it was a momentary lapse, a reminder of the fallibility that resided within him. the physical discomfort mirrored the emotional unease he felt, a reminder that expressing his feelings came with its own set of risks and uncertainties.

no, he had abandoned his initial notion of visiting the butterfly mansion to have his ‘condition’ assessed. as due to being one of the hashiras, it was now his duty to train the lower-ranked individuals, aiming to help them awaken their own marks while enhancing their abilities.

in essence, he found himself devoid of the time needed to pursue his plan. although it was indeed a missed opportunity, he chose not to dwell on it excessively.

besides, none of his attributes seemed to have weakened, so he simply disregarded the occasional peculiar sensation blooming in his chest whenever thoughts of them arose, dismissing it as a mere figment of his imagination—a hallucination.

he let out a resigned breath, a sense of acceptance washing over him. his hand fell back to his side, but as he blinked, his gaze followed a petal as it slipped out of his notebook's grasp, gracefully descending onto the floor beside him.

his mouth formed a small "o" of surprise, his eyebrows raised in curiosity. he blinked thrice, processing the unexpected turn of events. however, his features soon softened, morphing into a tender expression as he retrieved the fallen petal.

solicitously cradling the delicate leaf between his fingers, he twirled it once more, marveling at its beauty. the petal really did hold a certain allure, captivating his attention and stirring memories within him.

"it’s as beautiful as i remember..” he whispered softly, a touch of nostalgia coloring his voice. in that simple petal, he found a reflection of past beauty, a reminder of moments that had touched his soul.

as he held the petal, he couldn't help but reflect on the transient nature of beauty and the fleeting nature of time. just like the petal, moments of beauty come and go, leaving only memories behind. yet, in that fleeting beauty, there is a sense of profound appreciation and wonder.

while the world could be cruel, he yearned to bask in the fragments of ephemeral glory and find joy in the fleeting moments. he’s now understood that life was a continuous stream of passing experiences, and he made a conscious effort to cherish each and every memory that crossed his path.

in the midst of this realization, an idea sparked in his mind—a realization that he had never written about the day beneath the sakura tree.

how had he overlooked such a profound and cherished memory?

a surge of exhilaration and eager anticipation flowed through him as he envisioned immortalizing that extraordinary day within the sacred confines of his notebook. the memory, a veritable trove of exquisite beauty, served as a poignant emblem of life's fleeting nature and the timeless significance of shared experiences.

with a determined resolve, he opened the notebook to a fresh page, his quill poised to bring the memory to life through ink. the sakura tree, with its delicate blossoms fluttering in the breeze, held a significant place in his heart. it was a sanctuary of beauty, a haven where he had experienced a profound connection with another soul—with them.

….

as the final words pirouetted gracefully upon the page, he tenderly closed his eyes, his velvety lashes caressing his cheek in a delicate dance. in this ephemeral interlude, he granted himself a stolen breath, a cherished opportunity to savor the essence of the memory once more. the day spent beneath the resplendent sakura tree had been etched with profound artistry upon the sanctums of his heart, and now, like a cherished relic, it had found its eternal dwelling within the cradle of his notebook's pages.

a contented smile graced his visage as he delicately sealed the notebook shut, its once blank canvases now adorned with fragments of his existence—a treasury of treasured recollections.

on that day, they looked exactly like a dream—all i’ve wanted, all i’ve ever needed.

the parchment succumbed to the deluge of your cascading tears, becoming drenched and sodden, as if thirstily drinking in the sorrow that overflowed from your heart. with a poignant gaze, you traversed the final passage, each word a painful reminder of the bittersweet victory that had come at the cost of his absence.

weariness weighed heavily upon your eyes, threatening to seal them shut, yearning for respite from the harsh grip of reality. your trembling lips contorted, caught in a delicate dance between joy and sorrow, forming a wistful smile that held the essence of longing. in the sanctuary of your other hand, cradled with tender reverence, lay the very petal you had once bestowed upon him. under the caress of the sun's gentle rays, it gleamed like an iridescent gem, casting a luminous glow that illuminated your tears, turning them into shimmering crystals of anguish.

geto, one of the many sentinel who had witnessed the entwined trial of your beloved and tanjiro, could offer naught but a humble bow, his head lowered in utmost deference. he understood the futility of his desire to provide solace through an embrace, recognizing the unfathomable depths of the pain that gripped your soul. as you clung tightly to the notebook he had dutifully delivered, he stood as a silent witness to your inconsolable sorrow.

in the realm of young love, tragedy often unfolds with a poetic grace.

like a tapestry woven from wisps of a dream, your intertwined forms swayed in the breeze, as if caught in the ethereal embrace of destiny. and as the wind whispered its gentle secrets through the tendrils of your existence, the memory, forever enshrined, would reside as an indelible impression within the chambers of your collective memories, transcending the boundaries of time and spanning an unfathomable infinity.

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thorn-91 · 4 months

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story time?

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hi, I'm new on Tumblr and wanted to try to get into some writing. I'm currently thinking about doing a story/fanfic about my demon slayer oc, but I want to know what you guys would be looking for in a story. I am new to writing so I might not be the best, but I would love feedback and help on my writing

my ogrinal plan is to write a whole story about my oc, including: their breathing forms, description of each form,backstop, etc. However I'm a bit unsure how I want the plot line to go. I know I for sure want to do my oc's backstory but everything after that is a litte a little blurry. So I'm thinking of a few different plot options but I'm waiting to see what you guys think would be most interesting.

Option 1: backstory, I could literally intsert my character from the beginning of the demon slayer show and go on from there following the group, but changing it up here and there

Option 2: backstory, I could have my character go on some adventures that aren't part of the main demon slayer plot line and have them meet up with everyone in the swordsmith village arc. (Or a different arc if people want)

Option 3: backstory, I don't follow any of the main plot line from the show and go on my own path. But still use terminology from the show and all that.

Option 4: I'd like to see some of your ideas

Option 5: backstory, I can have my character meet up with some of the main characters from the anime time to time, but make sure to create my own adventures to keep it balanced

Personally I can be really indecisive and have a hard time knowing what people would like to read, so any comments to help me get on track would be really appreciated. Please share your thoughts and ideas.

#fanfic #demon slayer #oc #new writers on tumblr #anime #kny oc #kimetsu no yaiba #short story #writing ideas #story ideas #advice #writing #Bittersweet Death

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powerup-the-revolution · 1 year

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raw unbridled thoughts because I just saw the KNY movie and I am!!! full of emotions!!!

spoilers galore though so read at your own risk, i know it's not released in US theaters yet but in case you want a "little" preview, here it is !!

MAN!!!!!! i would have paid 12 euros just to see a remake of the last two entertainement district episodes in 4k, but man did I get my money's worth :')

it all started with a quick recap of the first seasons, with Gurenge and Homura as BGM, so the hype was already off the charts. I didn't dare sing along but I mouthed the lyrics and man was it good to hear it all with the images on the big screen ;w;

speaking of sound design though, my cinema's speakers weren't optimal, it felt like the music was coming only from the front and some of the noises were horribly loud. Remember when Gyutaro breaks Tanjiro's fingers? MAN. Overall, the musical experience was wayyyy better at home with headphones, but at least the visuals more than made up for it.

I won't go too much into detail over episodes 10/11, because the screening was pretty much identical to the regular episodes. The end of episode 10 still hits super hard, the sudden quietness and the billowing smoke... simply mindblowing on a large screen. We even had opening and ending credits, which made this very different from the Mugen Train experience, but the audience needed time to breathe haha

Uzui's battle against Gyutaro was really made to be viewed like this. You have a much better sense of all the details ufotable put into the whole thing when you're watching on such a large screen.

alright alright i gotta move on to the most exciting part. The actual opening of S3 played at the very end, so the transition towards the next arc was opened by none other than Gotou, finding the squad all passed out in the rubble. Man do I love this guy, he really feels like the "normal dude that the 20-something audience will root for" trope.

The upper moon meeting was... both mindblowing and somewhat overwhelming. There were lots of flashing effects and very insistent transitions, with (in my opinion) too many visual effects that bloated the scenes without really adding too much to them. I now that ufotable is probably just flexing their skills because this was MADE for cinemas, but still, it felt a little 'too much' to my taste. But then I'm easily overwhelmed by flashing things, so that's surely just a matter of personal preference.

The insistent transitions aside, that scene was just amazing. The inifity castle is an amazing place that reminded me a LOT of that scene towards the end of Interstellar. Muzan's science equipment looked very REAL, I bet that ufotable has been using real life footage to put it together.

And now... I can't really avoid talking about him, can I? Douma. I despise this character with everything I have and I even more despise the way the fandom treats him... and man I'm in for a ride. Curse you Miyano Mamoru. How DARE you be so GOOD at your job??? He's really THE most outstanding cast in the whole series in my humble opinion. I was already in love with the VA for his previous roles (Dazai from BSD!! Rintarou from Steins;Gate!!) and he's bringing the perfect vibe to Douma, I can already feel the fandom misinterpreting him more :') I absolutely cannot wait for his performance in the Infinity Castle. It'll be amazing.

May I also say : thank you Akaza. He had me cheering out loud in my seat when he chopped half of Douma's face off (and immediately got scolded for it like a naughty boy by Dad Kokushibo lmao). Thank you, Akaza. I'd almost forgive you for making Rengoku donuts ;(

I don't have much more to say about the rest of the Upper Moons because they hardly left a impression on me when I read the manga. Their voices are a pretty good fit, and I don't doubt that ufotable will make them shine.

The dream sequence was short but very well done. Alas I must shorten my speech too because I'm so excited to get to the next part.

Cue Gotou walking around with a very tasty looking Castella. Thanks ufotable now I wish I'd bought popcorn. He's funny as always, the way he gets mad at Kanao for not telling anything is even funnier animated, and the apparition of ghost Aoi just the same

And now... ladies and gentlemen and nonbinary folks... it's time... for HIM....

THE CEILING BOAR.....

He definitely got the loudest laugh from the audience out of the whole movie. I feel so proud :') The way he's clinging to the ceiling is just too hilarious, with Tanjirou's like "so Inosuke on the ceiling..." coming before we actually see him, which had the laughter really explode. The comedic timing is absolutely perfect. I cannot wait to make 414630316 giftsets from this scene when the season is released.

Matsuoka really nailed the "SO YOU NOTICED ME, TANPACHIROU!!!" I'd been picturing it in my head for so long and it was exactly as I thought it'd sound like. The book about the honey badger was actually in english, I can't wait to see what else it says when we get a longer look. Inosuke looked like he had no idea what was going on, and Aoi telling him to get off the bed was just perfect. The way she clung to him when Kanao spoke up... *chef's kiss*.

I cannot wait to make a transparent edit of the ceiling boar so it can become my icon on every website forever haha

I have to be honest and say I paid a little less attention afterwards :') i was on a little cloud thanks to the ceiling boar. Though we got to meet some adorable kakushi, the scene of them dancing amongst the crows was really neat. Big up to the Kakushi for all their hard work!

Our good bois go off to work (and Zenitsu destroys the fourth wall by fawning over... Aoi, who yells at him through the shreds of the fourth wall haha), and that's it, that's all we're gonna see of Inosuke and Zenitsu this season ::')))))) hahahaha..... i am not upset at all.....

And then... well, there's some fanservice (and I'm not even talking about the bath scene). An unusual amount of it for KNY. A very very BLERGH from me. Even the audience seemed a little unconfortable. It's nothing harmful, it's just a little dumb and out of place.

The swordsmith village feels a little underwhelming in terms of design and general aesthetic, but it's no wonder when it's coming after the mesmerizing entertainment district. I'm definitely gonna miss the ambience of it all, though ufotable will probably impress me anyways.

Genya's here and he's pissed as always. I cannot unhear the Bakugo in him. Put your teeth back where they belong, boy.

Mitsuri is very wholesome though!!! I'm trying my hardest to cling to her as my favorite character this season (with lil' Kotetsu!! a baby!!). Ufotable, you better treat her well. I am BEGGING you.

aaand I think that's it from me. The hype did not disappoint. As a big fan of Inosuke and Zenitsu, I'm going into this arc without much to expect, as it's by far my least favorite in the series anyway. Still, Ufotable is going to do an awesome job, the characters might grow on me, the voice actors will be mindblowing, the music will be amazing, and well... I cannot wait for what will come next :3c

#kny spoilers #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny #long story short: thank you for the good food ufotable #if i didn't have to get up at 6am for work i would have immediately gone back to see it again

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hii uno, i remember you mentioning a fic about the jjk trio being flung into the kimetsu no yaiba world? i didn't rlly know what kny was then, but im watching it now and i just remembered. i hope you have a good day/evening/night! :)

yes! there will be a kny/jjk trio crossover after froggie!

#問 ━━ answers #froggie is breaking my back so far but yes kny will come #tho its not gonna be full length #more like short story #i dont think i can handle another froggie so quickly

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