♥︎ Chibi Chu ♥︎

This guy posts some bullshit once a month, oh my gods.

[chubbyxchu]

Introduction!

Chibi Chu

> Twenty-five year old

> She/They

> Amateur writer

> KNY Fanatic

> Basic DNI, but will block freely

Taking requests?

☆ - Yes!

Will write:

Fluff

Angst

Platonic bonds

Poly ships

Rarepairs

Complicated ships (Depends)

Canon × Canon

Canon × Reader

MLW, MLM, WLW

Continuations of previous posts

Alternate Universe content

Will NOT write:

Smut // Lemon

Problematic ships

OC content

Cross ships

Omegaverse (sorry, guys)

Avaliable Characters:

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Giyuu Tomioka

Obanai Iguro

Kyojuro Rengoku

Mitsuri Kanroji

Gyomei Himejima

Muichiro Tokito

Kanae and Shinobu Kocho

Tengen, Hinatsuru, Makio, and Suma Uzui

Notes:

(Y/N) is the same age as the character they are being shipped with in romantic stories

Kanae and Shinobu are written separately for romantic stories

The Uzui family will always be written together unless it is a certain Uzui focus fic

Last Updated: April 23rd, 2026

[chubbyxchu]

♡ ~ When The Sun Rises

Pairing:

Giyuu × gn!reader

Summary:

Giyuu is woken by his nightmare-plagued partner.

I couldn't think of any warnings, but please let me know if there is something I missed!

Author's Note:

The long-awaited Giyuu one-shot is finally here, and it's buns. I had no motivation to finish it, but I know I promised it to you guys, so please enjoy anyway.🥀⛓️🖤

Something Giyuu knew he was good at was sleeping. Ever since he was young, he slept so deeply and so often. Tsutako had brought a doctor home to check on him more than once, and Sabito was always worried he would have to do that day's training alone.

Of course, he sleeping habits had shifted over the years. He slept lighter and less because of the Demon Slayer Corps.

On the other hand, his partner was plagued by nightmares that stole their well-deserved rest. It wasn't uncommon for Giyuu to wake up in the middle of the night and see (Y/N) sitting up beside him, drenched in sweat with their hand clutching their chest. He was usually able to coax them back to sleep, even for just a few more minutes. He frequently spoke to Shinobu about the issue. None of her remedies seemed to work for more than a month at most.

But tonight was different.

As expected, Giyuu fell asleep long before (Y/N). Before he let himself drift away completely, he could feel (Y/N) tossing and turning next to him on their shared futon. He knew he would probably have at least an hour before he would have to wake up again.

However, it was hard to stay asleep when something—or someone—was poking at you.

Though not fully awake, Giyuu felt (Y/N)'s fingers gently press against his neck. They stayed there for a while before they moved to his wrist. And then to the other wrist. And then their whole hand rested on one side of his neck. And then something laid over his chest.

The weight made it challenging for him to breathe, forcing his eyes to open. He was greeted by (Y/N)'s head pressed to his chest. He felt their own chest rise and fall with each breath they took.

"(Y/N)—"

"Shh," They held a finger up to Giyuu's lips. "Quiet. Just... Be quiet. Just for a little bit longer."

They sat there for a moment more, quiet settling over the room. (Y/N) let out a heavy exhale, pulling away from Giyuu.

"What was that about?" Giyuu finally asked.

(Y/N) turned away, looking almost embarrassed.

No, not embarrassed. Ashamed.

"I had another nightmare. A bad one," they whispered. Their voice was so quiet, Giyuu almost asked them to repeat themselves. "I was just making sure you were still around. Checking if you were still breathing and your heart was still beating."

Giyuu nodded. They were checking my pulse points, he realized. "You don't have to worry about that kind of thing, my love," He gave them a small frown, hand rising to brush their hair away from their sweating forehead. "I won't just die in my sleep like that. I'm perfectly healthy. You heard Kocho say so at our last physical exam."

"What if she's wrong?!" (Y/N) cried out. "You could have some kind of undetectable illness. You could suffocate on a blanket, you could get slashed by a demon that snuck in, or- or-!"

"Breathe, (Y/N)," Giyuu mumbled. "You're going to strain your body. Try to relax, even if it's just a little bit."

They leaned into Giyuu, their face buried in the palms of their hands. "There's no guarantee you'll wake up tomorrow. No matter how healthy and safe we are. There is always some sort of danger." Their voice was breaking. Their body began to tremble against Giyuu as he pulled them closer to his own body.

"You're right," Giyuu agreed. "There is no guarantee. And you have every right to worry," He pressed a kiss into (Y/N)'s cheek, running his fingers through their locs of hair. "I apologize if I made it seem like I was invalidating your fear. That wasn't my intention. I just don't like seeing you in so much distress."

Curling into him, Giyuu felt (Y/N)'s quivering form begin to relax. Not by a lot, but by enough.

"You need rest," he stated plainly. "I can hold you through the night. And just like every other day, you will find me breathing, alive and well, the next time the sun rises," Giyuu nuzzled his face against theirs, his grip on them tightening ever so slightly. He eased both of them back into a lying down position on the futon. He reached to pull the blanket back up over both of them, allowing it to act as their shield from misfortune for the night. "I promise. Nothing will tear me away from you."

(Y/N) sniffled softly, wiping their tear-stained cheeks with their sleeve. They nodded, repeating Giyuu's promise to them under their breath. "When the sun rises, we'll still be together..."

Sleep didn't take too long to reclaim them. Giyuu felt their body relax in his embrace as he felt his own eyes getting heavier. He pulled them closer, a small hum emanating from his throat. "When the sun rises."

[chubbyxchu]

♡ ~ Did I Forget To Tell You?

Pairing:

Tengen × Wives × pregnant!reader

Summary:

(Y/N) is still getting used to pregnancy, but telling her lovers about it slipped her mind.

Takes place sometime after the Entertainment District Arc (and Kyojuro lived!).

Author's Note:

The Giyuu one-shot is coming, I promise💔 I also have a Sanemi or Obanai coming up soon (I haven't figured out which one to write)!

(Y/N) groaned, setting the laundry basket down beside her as she leaned forward, her hands on her knees. "You're getting heavier," she mumbled, rubbing her stomach. The baby inside her was barely visible at the moment, but she knew they were in there. "You better not come out as an overly fat baby, okay?" (Y/N) gave her tummy a couple of pats before beginning to throw the mix of damp clothes and sheets over the clothing line.

"(Y/N)!" Makio shouted, waving as she ran towards her wife. "You need help? I finished cleaning the engawa and we still have time before Hinatsuru finishes dinner."

(Y/N) nodded. "If you don't mind! There's not much since we don't have to clean Lord Tengen's uniform after every mission any more!"

"Oh, you don't know how much money we're gonna waste on his new outfits now that he doesn't where his uniform." Makio sighed, stretching the sheets over the line.

The two fell into a rhythm of small talk, sharing a few laughs over Tengen's antics and Suma's whining. They both fantasized about Hinatsuru's cooking, practically drooling over their daydream.

But their chatter was interrupted by a wave of fatigue washing over (Y/N).

"Hey, you alright?" Makio asked, her voice softening. "We're just about done if you wanna go back inside now..."

(Y/N) let out a sigh. "Yeah, that sounds good... Speaking of food, I definitely need to eat something..."

"Makio! (Y/N)!" Suma called out. "Hinatsuru finished dinner! We're having fugu-sashi and sake!" she cheered.

Makio rolled her eyes before taking hold of (Y/N)'s hand. "That means Lord Tengen chose tonight's meal. We can never catch a break with that man!"

~

"Thank you for dinner, Hinatsuru!" Suma squeaked, shoveling more and more rice into her bowl.

Hinatsuru smiled, her cheeks turning pink. "It was nothing, really."

(Y/N) sat next to Tengen, holding up his bowl as he got his share of food. It was difficult with only one hand, but he was managing just fine with the beautiful lady beside him helping.

"If you eat that much, your muscles will get softer faster, especially now that you don't train." Makio scoffed, taking smaller portions of their meal in comparison to Tengen's (and Suma's).

"Hey!" Tengen barked. "I'm still recovering! Cut me some slack! I'll go back to training after a few more weeks!"

As Makio and Tengen threw half-hearted insults at each other (and poor Suma being caught in the crossfire), Hinatsuru inched closer to (Y/N).

"Aren't you hungry?" she asked, her voice gentle in comparison to their other partners. "I know you want to help Lord Tengen with his meal, but shouldn't you get your own serving now? With Makio and Tengen arguing like cats and dogs, you have plenty of time to start eating before Lord Tengen needs you."

(Y/N) looked down at her stomach then back up at Hinatsuru. "I'll eat whatever is left after dinner tonight," she smiled. "I don't think fish and sake is very good for the baby, so I'll just eat little bits of it."

It didn't take Tengen's superhearing to hear that.

"What was that?" Tengen asked.

(Y/N) raised a brow. "What was what?"

"Fish and sake isn't good for the what?"

"The baby?" (Y/N) frowned a little. "I thought this was pretty common knowledge."

Tengen's eyes went to the wives and the wives glanced at each other. The four of them silently communicated something before their gaze traveled to (Y/N)'s stomach.

"You're pregnant." Tengen stated instead of asked, but he sounded almost hesitant.

(Y/N) scanned over all of her partners' faces. "Yes?"

"Since when?!" Makio slammed her hands on the table.

"We let you do all those chores alone!" Suma cried. "We're terrible lovers!"

"Why didn't you tell us?!" Hinatsuru demanded. "If I had known, I wouldn't have prepared this for tonight's dinner!"

"How far along are you?!" Tengen shook his head. "And how long were you planning to keep this a secret?"

(Y/N) paused, tilting her head. "Didn't you know?"

"No!" all four of them yelled. They immediately scrambled away from the table with Tengen scooping up (Y/N) into both arms. Despite losing a hand, his strength was still present.

"You're not doing anything until our baby is here, got it?!" Tengen almost hissed, carrying her to their shared bedroom.

"I'll go find a doctor to check on her," Makio called out, nearly tripping over her yukata as she tried to slip on her sandals. "Or is Lady Kocho a better option?! Dammit, I'll find someone!"

"I'm gonna make something else for dinner!" Hinatsuru cleared the table, disposing of the meal that would no longer be eaten. "Something that's nutritious for Mama and Baby!"

Suma bounced around nervously in the center of the room, trying to figure what to do. "Wait! Hinatsuru! Let me help!"

~

"Caw! Caw! A letter! A letter from Tengen Uzui!" Nijimaru announced.

Kyojuro held out his hands, catching the rolled up letter. "Thank you, little friend!" He held up his forearm, allowing Tengen's crow to land on him. "You must have traveled far! Feel free to rest for a moment!" He set Nijimaru down next to his own crow, Kaname, on the engawa, unraveling the letter. He read over the words slowly as to not miss a single word.

"Brother?" Senjuro peeked out from his room. He sat down next to Kyojuro, breaking a piece of bread off from the loaf to give to the crows. "Who's that from?"

"Hah! What wonderful news!" Kyojuro laughed. He crossed his arms over his chest, puffing his chest out. "The Uzui family is expecting! One of his wives is pregnant!"

Senjuro frowned. "Which one?"

"I don't know! He didn't say! The letter seemed rushed! Or maybe he has to use his bad hand!" Kyojuro let out another laugh before a sharp pain shot through his abdomen.

"Brother!" Senjuro moved closer, supporting Kyojuro's side. "You're still recovering!"

Kyojuro nodded, pushing himself back upright. "Forget my injuries for a moment! I am going to be an uncle!"

[chubbyxchu]

♡ ~ Softer Love

Pairing:

Kyojuro × chubby!gn!reader

Summary:

Kyojuro comes home expecting to cling to his partner's chubby body only to find out there is no chubby body.

Author's Note:

I wrote this for my friend! I am still working on the Giyuu one-shot and an Uzui family one-shot, so here is this in the meantime. Also, please let me know if anything is written offensively! I am very inexperienced with writing chubby characters and will be more than happy to change something in the story if it comes off as inappropriate or disrespectful.

~

When Kyojuro came home from a mission or meeting, he always expected to see his lovely partner waiting for him in the Rengoku Estate. Maybe they would be talking to Senjuro or preparing the family's dinner. On especially rough days, Kyojuro would let himself be selfish, just for a little bit, and convince his partner to snuggle with him on their shared futon.

Of course, he would usually be the big spoon simply because he absolutely loved being able to rest his hands on the soft curves that his partner possessed. It made them feel extra warm under his touch and he adored the feeling.

But that was besides the point.

Today should've been like any other. Kyojuro would arrive home and his adorable partner would be eagerly awaiting his arrival.

So where were they? Kyojuro wouldn't say he was desperate for his lover's attention (others would), but not seeing them the moment he came back was definitely unexpected.

"(Y/N)?" He called out.

There's a silence that follows before the shoji door to their shared room slides open.

"Kyojuro? You're home earlier than I thought you'd be," they said quietly.

Kyojuro felt his knees go weak. Not from the sheer happiness he usually felt upon returning. In fact, this was quite the opposite.

Instead of the curvy figure he was used to and cherished, (Y/N) was now thinner than him. So thin they almost looked skeletal. Their collarbone was more prominent than ever, and their cheekbones protruded from their face. If it weren't for the familiar red yukata he had gifted them, he probably would've mistaken his partner for a yokai of some sort.

"What in the..." He took a step forward. Then another. Then another. He was all up in his lover's personal space, his hands going to their waist immediately. "What happened?! I was only gone for three days!" His owlish eyes scanned over their form, trying to make sense of the situation. "Did you do something to yourself?! Are you ill?!"

(Y/N) only shrugged. "It was time for a change. Do I look prettier like this, Kyo?"

"What?!" Kyojuro cupped their face. "You were always pretty! Now you're just skin and bones! Literally! Not a curve in sight!"

"So you're unhappy with me?" (Y/N) huffed. "Fine then! Maybe I'll just keep getting skinnier until you learn to love me!"

"Don't twist my words!" Kyojuro couldn't tell if he was more upset, distressed, confused, or all of the above. Probably all of the above. "You look unhealthy!"

"I look fine!"

"You could be blown away by a gust of wind in your current state!"

"Don't be silly! It's not that bad!"

"It is!" Kyojuro shook his head. "It is that bad! I miss your chubby tummy!"

He was definitely a little embarrassed by how needy he sounded, but he didn't care. He wanted his lover's plush sides back. He wanted to kiss their squishy cheeks and feel just how warm they were.

~

"AH!" Kyojuro shot up, sweat running down his temples. He recognized his surroundings as his room at home and he immediately reached for his partner beside him. "(Y/N)?!"

They stirred awake next to him, rubbing their sleepy eyes as they adjusted to the dark. "Kyojuro...?" they mumbled. "What are you doing awake so early...?"

Kyojuro didn't waste a second. He tossed the blanket aside, looking their body up and down.

Oh, the wave of relief that washed over him when he saw that their rounded-form had returned.

"It was just a dream," he laughed out, clearly still processing what had happened.

"What was...?" (Y/N) asked, drowsiness lacing their voice.

"Nothing you need to concern yourself with, my love," He laid back down beside them, his arms wrapping around their plump waist. "Have I ever told you how much I love your body and how soft it is?"

"Once or twice..." was all (Y/N) managed to whisper before falling back asleep in their husband's embrace.

Once again, Kyojuro let himself be selfish. He let the urge to pepper their cheeks with kisses take over while he made a mental note to pamper his lover a whole lot more than usual when they woke up.

[chubbyxchu]

♡ ~ Love Striking Extravaganza

Info

Light swearing

Fluff

Modern AU

Giyuu × circus!gn!reader

Author's Note

Lowkey did not know how to end this, so please ignore the terrible ending. I need to make a divider, dude.💔

It was supposed to be a fun and simple outing with friends.

Giyuu, Shinobu, and Sabito were going to some traveling circus that had caught Sabito's eye online. It really didn't take much to impress that guy.

Shinobu had agreed because she had a fascination for contortionists. She would explain in uncomfortable detail what would happen to Giyuu's body if he tried to be that flexible. He didn't like the idea of his body bending backward at every joint like that.

And, of course, Giyuu was brought along. He didn't mind going, but he certainly wouldn't mind a few extra hours of sleep either. He was now placed right between the two, his lap catching the crumbs from Shinobu's snacks when Sabito reached over for a bite.

"Giyuu, it's going to start soon!" Sabito whispered, shaking Giyuu by the shoulders. He almost knocked over Shinobu's popcorn bucket in the process, but he either didn't notice or didn't care. Maybe both. "I wanna see a lion jump through a ring of fire, like in the movies!"

"You truly are simple-minded," Shinobu giggled, chewing on the pretzel she got earlier. "It's quite charming. Too bad none of the ladies feel the same."

"Hey!" Sabito hissed. "The ladies adore me. They just don't know it yet."

Sabito and Shinobu continued their playful bickering when the lights gradually dimmed. Eventually, they were in complete darkness. A single spotlight turned on, drawing everyone's attention to the man in the center.

"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls! Tonight, we welcome you into the world of wonders!" The audience clapped and cheered as the man bowed. He cleared his throat, preparing to continue. "I'm the ringmaster! The god of the circus! The one and only Tengen Uzui! Prepare to be absolutely dazzled!"

The spotlight turned off, replaced by colorful lights dancing around the circus tent as Tengen made his escape.

Shinobu lightly clapped her hands while Sabito's eyes tried to follow one specific blue light.

Meanwhile, Giyuu's focus was on the trapeze that had suddenly dropped from the ceiling. He saw a faint silhouette climb onto it while everyone else was distracted.

He tugged on Sabito's sleeve, his head turning towards Shinobu. "Sabito, Shinobu, do you see that?" He nodded his head forward, gesturing upwards.

Sabito squinted, leaning forward a bit before he let out a little gasp. "Oh, shit! A trapeze act first?!"

"I repeat, you are very easy to entertain." Shinobu smiled.

All the colorful lights froze when a soft melody began to play. They all moved to illuminate a figure on the trapeze. The acrobat hung from their knees upside down, blowing kisses to the audience as they all laughed and waved at them. They gave a few swings before pushing themself up to stand on it.

The acrobat seemed to conjure up a bouquet of roses out of thin air before leaping to another trapeze Giyuu didn't even notice was there. They snatched up a rose from the bouquet and tossed it to a little girl in the audience. The little girl squealed excitedly, turning to her mother and practically shoving the rose in her mother's face.

"Giyuuuuu!" Sabito tapped on Giyuu's shoulder with a little too much force. "You should try and get one!"

Giyuu only rolled his eyes. "They're throwing them into the crowd at random. The chance of us getting one is low."

"Not us!" Shinobu interjected. "Just you!"

Sabito nodded in agreement before pointing both index fingers at Giyuu. "HEY!" He shouted loudly, trying to get the acrobat's attention. "Over here!"

Shinobu quickly joined in as well, waving her hand at the acrobat. "Our friend wants one, too!"

Giyuu had always been a little dense when it came to figuring out his friend's antics, but the sheer embarrassment he felt from the whole ordeal was enough for him to process it all rather quickly. His face took a pinkish tint as he nodded no, crossing his hands over his chest in an 'X' shape.

Unfortunately for him, it was a little too late to convince Sabito and Shinobu to sit back down. The next thing he knew, the acrobat was swinging towards him with a rose in hand.

The acrobat got a lot closer to Giyuu compared to the other guests. They were practically right in front of him, allowing him to really take their appearance in. Despite the extravagant make-up and flamboyant costume, he could tell they were a natural beauty.

The acrobat leaned closer to him, if that was even possible. Giyuu felt the strands of hair that framed his face get tucked behind his ear, the rose the acrobat held now resting securely on the side of his face.

"Enjoy the show," They whispered softly. "My dearest."

Giyuu felt his face heat up even more. He didn't know he was capable of getting that flustered. The acrobat laughed before the trapeze swung them away, leaving a very overwhelmed Giyuu with his already overwhelming companions.

"See?!" Sabito screeched. "I told you that you could get one!"

"And that never would've happened if you had stayed at home!" Shinobu nodded along, her finger poking at Giyuu's side.

But Giyuu only let out small hums of agreement, too focused on the velvety texture of the rose petals. The proximity of the two was enough to get his heart beating out of his chest like a lovestruck school boy.

~

For the rest of the night, Giyuu was absolutely captivated by the memory of the encounter. He could barely focus on the events happening right in front of him. Before he knew it, the show was over, and Sabito was dragging him out of the circus tent. Shinobu happily skipped behind them, preparing herself to tease Giyuu.

"Sooo..." Shinobu caught up, batting her eyes as she looked up at Giyuu. "Are you going to look for them?"

Giyuu blinked, his train of thought still struggling to run smoothly. "The acrobat?"

"Obviously!" Sabito spat. "We've never seen you so smitten! If a stranger can do that to little Giyuu, they've gotta be real special!"

"Go and find them!" Both of Shinobu's hands were placed on Giyuu's back as she pushed him away. "We'll meet you at the car!"

Giyuu wanted to protest. He wanted to say he just wanted to head back home. But he would be lying.

He gave the two a little nod before running off, desperate to find the stranger who had his stomach full of butterflies.

~

It didn't take long to find a trailer. It was a small walk from the circus tent, but carefully placed to avoid the guests from finding it on accident.

Of course, Giyuu found it on purpose.

He heard people chatting with each other inside. His heart was pounding, and he truly considered just going back to the car. But he pushed his doubts away, forcing himself to walk to the door of the trailer.

Giyuu inhaled deeply, trying to clear his head. He raised his hand, and before he could stop himself, he knocked.

"Just a minute!" A loud voice said. The door swung open with so much force. Giyuu was surprised it didn't fly off. The man who opened the door towered over him. Giyuu recognized him from the start of the show, the ringmaster, Tengen Uzui. "Well now, what do we have here? Looks like one of the guests got lost!" Tengen pointed in front of the trailer and past Giyuu. "Parking lot is over there, pal. But I can take you there if you're that lost."

"Oh, I... I'm not lost," Giyuu stumbled over his words. He would have to leave that out when Sabito and Shinobu asked about it later. "I'm looking for one of the performers. The... The one on the trapeze. Who was handing out the roses..."

Tengen's eyes scanned over Giyuu's form before they landed on the rose behind Giyuu's ear. "Oh, my! Seems like our little (Y/N)'s got an admirer!"

Giyuu quickly shook his head, his face heating up. "No, that's not what—"

"Hey, Suma!" Tengen shouted into the trailer before Giyuu could explain. Not that there was much to explain anyway. "Where's (Y/N)?!"

"Washing off their makeup!" A woman, who Giyuu assumed was Suma, replied. "Do you need them?"

"Uh huh! Tell them they've got a visitor!" Tengen replied. He turned back to Giyuu, placing his large hand on Giyuu's head and ruffling his hair. "I wouldn't usually let a stranger meet my performers, but I saw you in the audience earlier! You barely even looked up when it was time for my wives' acts. (Y/N) has got you wrapped around their finger, huh?"

Wives? Just how greedy is this guy? Giyuu didn't want to think too hard about that. "(Y/N)? That's their name?"

"Tengen!" Another voice chimed in. The new person pushed Tengen to the side, and that's when Giyuu saw them. Actually saw them.

Giyuu was right before. They were a natural beauty.

"Hi," Giyuu managed to voice. "I'm Giyuu Tomioka. I...liked your act. And your face. And the rose. The one you gave me."

The moment of silence that followed was a little awkward, especially for Giyuu. But it was interrupted by (Y/N) giggling.

"Thank you. I'm (Y/N) (L/N)," They gave Giyuu a small smile before speaking again. "Can I ask why you wanted to see me?"

"It's because he's in love!" Another woman shouted.

Tengen and three women were watching from behind the door frame, seemingly invested in the conversation. (Y/N) sighed and slammed the door shut.

"This is probably weird, but they're not...entirely wrong..." Giyuu avoided eye contact. The ground was suddenly very interesting.

"I figured. Tengen is usually the one the audience wants to see after the show ends." (Y/N) spoke softly, as if trying not to spook him away like a small animal.

"So what now?" Giyuu asked. "I can leave it you'd like,"

Giyuu felt a pair of arms wrap around his neck, pulling him in. "How about a date?" (Y/N) whispered to him, just like during their performance.

Giyuu's heart felt like it was about to explode. He probably would've passed out if it wasn't for the thought of how embarrassing that would be for him.

"I... I would like that."

[chubbyxchu]

Hii!! I saw your requests open and I really need to share an idea: a “Sanemi X Reader” where they are married, but the reader cares for Genya like a mother, which makes Sanemi angry sometimes.

After the war in the infinity castle, the couple have a child who looks exactly like Genya and everyone melts and cries at the irony. (Feel free to ignore this, but I love your writing ❤️)

♡ ~ Second Chance

Info

Fluff // Angst

MAJOR MANGA SPOILERS

Sanemi × fem!reader

Author's Note

Sorry for such a long hiatus! I was taking time off to take care of myself, and I can't promise that the next post will be soon, but I'll try my best!

Sanemi nearly tripped over his daughter more times than he could count as he paced back and forth in the hallway.

He wanted to be in the room with his wife and second child. But Shizuka, his toddler, could not be left alone and definitely could not be let inside the room where (Y/N) had just finished giving birth. Absolutely not.

"Bah!" Shizuka stepped in front of Sanemi, stopping him in his tracks. She threw her arms up, making grabby-hands at her father. "Bah!"

"Not now, Shizuka," Sanemi grumbled. "Daddy is busy."

Shizuka huffed, moving to the side so Sanemi could continue his pacing.

Eventually, a kakushi did step out of the room, turning to face Sanemi. A former one, of course, since the Corps has disbanded after the defeat of Muzan Kibutsuji and his demons.

"Lord Shinazugawa," the kakushi bowed respectfully. Everything went smoothly. Congratulations."

Sanemi couldn't help but let a wide grin stretch across his face. He snatched up Shizuka, muttering a soft 'thank you' as he pushed past the kakushi.

For a room that deafening screams were coming from less than an hour ago, (Y/N)'s personal room in the Butterfly Mansion seemed more than welcoming.

(Y/N) was sitting up with the help of Aoi, a bundle of blankets in her arms. Sanemi could hear her weeping softly, which was very confusing for little Shizuka.

A couple big strides were all it took for Sanemi to be by (Y/N)'s side. After setting Shizuka down, her face was immediately in his hands. He showered her with kisses, gently wiping away the sweat and tears dampening her cheeks.

"Shh, shh..." His voice took on a softer sound as he spoke. "You did good. I'm proud of you."

(Y/N) tried to look at him, tried to speak, but she broke down again, her body trembling.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" Sanemi asked, running a hand through messy strands of (Y/N)'s hair. "The kakushi said everything went well, so talk to me."

(Y/N) inhaled deeply, rubbing her eyes before tilting the blankets in her arms towards Sanemi. "He looks like him..."

Oh.

Their son sported a tuft of black hair on his little head, as well as small purple eyes, barely visible as he slept blissfully unaware of his parent's shock.

He looked like Genya.

That's what she meant.

Sanemi took the baby from (Y/N)'s arms, sitting on the floor next to her bed as she watched him from above.

Shizuka, ever so curious, cooed when she saw her little brother. She tried to poke at his face, but Sanemi gently swatted her hand away.

"You have to be careful, Shizuka," Sanemi muttered, pulling the girl closer. "He doesn't know us yet, okay? But he will."

Back then, before the war, (Y/N) had met Genya after giving birth to Shizuka. She insisted that Genya stay around for the first few months so he could help and bond with Shizuka, which Sanemi quietly appreciated. (Y/N) had practiced her motherly affection on Genya; combing his hair, cooking his meals, washing his clothes. She had grown attached. She had let herself get attached.

So when Sanemi was rushed to the infirmary after the war with no Genya by his side, she seemed to lose part of herself. Shizuka was her only form of solace while they waited for Sanemi to wake up.

Sanemi was snapped back into the present when Shizuka babbled anxiously. The baby in his arms was growing fussy, upsetting the little girl. He looked at (Y/N) for help, but she was lost in thought, her eyes glazed over with tears as she stared at the three of them beside her.

He placed a hand on Shizuka's head, causing her to squeak. "This is your baby brother. You are a big sister now, so I need you to act like it."

While she probably didn't understand a word he just said, Sanemi watched as Shizuka seemed to contemplate. She crawled closer to her father, looking over her brother.

The baby let his eyes flutter open, staring up at his family with the same gaze that Genya had. He laid his eyes on Shizuka before his eyes closed again, sending him back into slumber.

"They look like you and Genya..." (Y/N) whispered.

Sanemi watched as Shizuka tried to snatch the baby away, wanting to hold her little brother. "But they won't end up like we did. I'll make sure of it."

(Y/N) leaned over the edge of the bed, kissing Sanemi's head. "I think Genya would like that."

[chubbyxchu]

♡ - Your Kanae

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Shinobu & child!reader (Platonic)

Author's Note

Happy New Year! I've still got about thirty minutes until 2026 myself. Wishing you all well!

"Now, now. There's no need to hide away like that!" Shinobu spoke softly, careful not to scare them.

While her smile never faltered, Shinobu was growing more and more irritated. How had this happened?

Mission.

Family massacred.

One survivor.

Kill demon.

Bring survivor home.

That's how it happened. That's how she ended up with another orphan under her care. It was no surprise that the child was too scared to speak. They probably weren't even processing their surroundings.

"Could you tell me your name, little one?" She asked. "Or perhaps how old you are?"

The child only stared put into space, breathing quietly. Their knees were pulled up to the chest, curled up to be as small as possible. That's how it had been for the past few hours.

There was a knock on the door before it slid open, revealing Aoi. "Lady Shinobu? I have the food you asked for."

Shinobu nodded in thanks, taking the tray of food from the younger girl. "You're too kind, Aoi. That'll be all."

After Aoi took her leave, Shinobu's attention shifted back to the child's. She set the tray down between the two of them, gesturing to it. "You must be hungry. You've been here all day and haven't had even the slightest bit of food! We don't want you to starve, do we?"

For the first time since they arrived, the child moved. They were fast, snatching up Aoi's onigiri before curling back up into a ball. They continued to stare out in front of them, but at least they had started showing some kind of response. Rice stuck to their palms as they shoveled it into their mouth, as if afraid it would be taken away. Before either of them knew it, the tray was empty.

"My, my!" Shinobu clapped. "It was good, wasn't it? Aoi has some of the best cooking in the Demon Slayer Corps, so I'm not surprised you ate a whole bunch! Don't be afraid to ask her for more, okay?"

The child's eyes met Shinobu's. They hesitated for a moment but gave a small nod.

Progress. She thought.

Shinobu knew that this was a big step. She had been in a similar situation long ago. But unlike this child, she had her sister. She had someone. She has seen what having the thin veil of naivety being torn away by demons can do to such an innocent soul. Aoi, Sumi, Naho, Kiyo. This was just another child who learned too early that life was not as simple as it appeared.

She inhaled deeply as memories came rushing back. She spoke again, her voice softer than before. "Let's start again. My name is Shinobu Kocho. What is your name?"

The child was silent as they looked around, checking if it was truly just the two of them. When they deemed their environment safe, they whispered. "(Y/N)."

Shinobu nodded. She kept her composure, but deep down, she cheered. "Good. That's good. How about your age?"

"Five."

Young. Younger than Sumi, Naho, and Kiyo.

"(Y/N)," Shinobu slowly slid closer, careful not to scare them. "It's nice to meet you. Now, I'm going to talk about something very important, so can you promise to listen closely?"

While (Y/N) didn't voice their answer, they gave her their undivided attention.

"I know what you went through today was very scary. I think that you are so incredibly brave. But now I must ask that you be brave a little while longer. When you're ready, some nice people are going to take you to a safe place. We call those people kakushi."

(Y/N) nodded along as Shinobu continued, committing every word to memory.

"There's no rush, okay? I know you're still very confused, and I don't want you to feel like I'm just trying to get rid of you."

"Can I stay?" (Y/N) finally spoke up.

Taken aback, Shinobu made sure she heard correctly. "Stay?"

(Y/N) nodded again. "I saw you. You made the monster go away!"

"It's not that simple, little one. Wherever the kakushis take you, you will be safe."

Quiet settled between them until (Y/N) huffed in what seemed to be disappointment. "I like you a lot more than the other people."

Shinobu sighed. She took in the state (Y/N) was actually in. The edges of their kimono were stained by blood that thankfully wasn't theirs. Their eyes still wide from the shock of the situation.

With her plan to defeat Uppermoon Two, she couldn't let herself get attached to someone else. It would make leaving harder.

But when her eyes met (Y/N)'s, she saw herself.

Small. Afraid. Weak.

"Alright, little one." Shinobu cooed. She patted her lap like a mother would, smiling when (Y/N) slowly crawled over. When their head rested on her thighs, she ran her fingers through their hair, subtly lulling them to sleep.

Just one more attachment.

I'll be your Kanae.

[chubbyxchu]

♡ - Told You So

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sick!Obanai × gn!Reader

"(Y/N)...?" Obanai muttered. His vision was blurred, disorienting him alongside his fever. He raised a hand to his mouth, feeling for the bandages that were no longer there. He let out sigh before he felt a hand placed on his forehead.

"Obanai," (Y/N) knelt by his bedside, worry etched on their features. "Still warm. Warmer than yesterday..." Their hand slipped under Obanai's head, lifting it up and bringing a bowl of soup to his lips. "Slowly, my love. I don't want you to start choking,"

Kaburamaru slithered off of Obanai's neck, allowing him to swallow the soup without restriction. He made his way towards (Y/N), wrapping himself around their arm.

"It tastes good," Obanai said, his voice low and strained. "Did you make it yourself?"

(Y/N) nodded. "Lady Kocho helped me pick out which herbs to use," They tucked strands of Obanai's hair behind his ear, wiping away the beads of sweat that dripped down his temple. "Hopefully it helps your immune system."

Obanai's eyes narrowed as he scanned over his partner. The way their brow was furrowed, the way their hands tightened on the blanket and their clothes. Even the way they spoke seemed off.

"Something is bothering you," He said plainly.

(Y/N) turned their head away as if ashamed he noticed even while sick.

"I told you not to worry about the fever. It will go down eventually."

Biting their lip, (Y/N) shook their head. "It's not that. Well, kind of. I'm worried about your fever, but it's something else..."

Obanai's body trembled as he coughed, but his throat cleared, he attempted to sit up on his futon. (Y/N) immediately helped steady him, one hand holding one of Obanai's and the other placed on his back.

"Then what's wrong?" Tired eyes stared back at (Y/N)'s. His gaze wasn't judgemental but curious instead.

(Y/N)'s cheeks gained a pinkish hue, their bangs falling around their face as if to hide it. "I... I miss you. That's all."

Obanai perked up immediately. "Miss me? What do you mean, love? I'm right here, aren't I?"

"It's different!" (Y/N) yelped, letting go of Obanai. They rested their hands on their thighs, tilting their head away from Obanai. "It's different... I know you're right here, but because you're sick, you seem so far away."

Obanai's demeanor softened when he saw Kaburamaru reach up to peck (Y/N)'s cheek to comfort them. He huffed, running a hand through his hair.

"How about this," Obanai began. "When I'm back to normal, I'll take shorter mission for a bit. That way, I can stay with you a little more than usual."

A small smile formed on (Y/N)'s face. "If it's not too much of a bother, I'd like that."

"Not at all," Obanai reassured them. "I don't mind. It's the least I can do after you..." His voice trailed off when he felt a pair of hands cup his face.

Soft lips pressed against his own. Their kiss wasn't rough— far from it — but still as passionate as ever.

When the two of them pulled apart, Obanai's mind filled with questions. "Why did you do that? You're going to get sick!"

(Y/N) laughed, leaning forward to kiss his forehead. "Nah, I'll be fine. I'm basically immune."

~

"I told you so," Obanai scoffed, dipping the cloth in water before placing it back on (Y/N)'s forehead. "But someone was too impatient. Look where that got you. You're sicker than I was."

(Y/N) groaned, rolling on the futon to face Obanai. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Go ahead, boast about how right you were."

Obanai couldn't help but smile, even if it wasn't visible under his mask. He scratched Kaburamaru's head before speaking again, eliciting a low hiss from the serpent. "Was it worth it? Kissing me and getting sick?"

Immediately, (Y/N) nodded. "Yeah. It was."

[chubbyxchu]

♡ - His Dream

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Light swearing

Fluff

Sanemi × fem!Reader

Author's Note

This is absolutely terrible because of how messy it is, but I needed to post something, and it's Sanemi's birthday. Also, please give me requests, I have no ideas whatsoever.💔

"This...is her?" Sanemi stared in disbelief. "You're sure? This is ours?"

"Considering I just gave birth to her, yes, I'm fairly certain she's ours."

It finally clicked.

Sanemi was a father. His beautiful wife had given him a beautiful child, a daughter at that.

"I'm sorry you didn't end up with a son," (Y/N) smiled sadly. "I know you wanted a boy."

He frantically shook his head. "No, no," His hands trembled as they rested on the bed beside (Y/N). He couldn't tell if it was because he was fighting back tears or the urge to just scoop his baby girl up into his arms. "It doesn't matter. She's perfect."

Noticing the slight shake in Sanemi's voice, (Y/N) shifted closer, tilting the bundled up baby towards him. "You can hold her, y'know. You're her father, after all."

Sanemi nodded immediately, gently pulling the girl away from her mother and into his arms. Despite growing up as the oldest child, this felt different in comparison. His calloused hands now carried something precious. A life he helped create.

The baby raised a little hand from the blankets she was swaddled in, reaching for something.

Sanemi couldn't help but smile, nudging her hand with his finger before she grabbed on.

"She's strong," he cooed.

"Is that so? That's good." (Y/N) yawned, her eyelids suddenly feeling heavy. "It means...she's healthy..."

"Hey," Sanemi shifted closer to (Y/N), careful not to jostle the baby. "You're exhausted and you should rest. I'll take care of anything our girl needs."

Nodding, (Y/N) settled back into a comfortable position. It wasn't long before she succumbed to sleep, much to Sanemi's delight.

His gaze fell back on the baby, who was now staring at him in a way that made him chuckle.

"What's with the look, huh? You miss your mommy already?" He gently pressed his lips against her forehead after pulling her closer to his chest. "Well, you stressed her out, you little rascal. Let her sleep."

~

"Are you done yet?" Sanemi grumbled.

"No, I am not." Shinobu hissed through gritted teeth. "And I am not any closer to being done compared to three minutes ago because you keep asking."

Sanemi let out another huff, staring at his daughter in Shinobu's arms. Something about testing that she was completely healthy. She looked perfectly fine to him, but he knew to let the doctor handle it.

"She'll be back in your arms before you know it," (Y/N) smiled, rubbing her husband's shoulder to comfort him. "Why don't you think of a name for her in the meantime? We can't just keep calling her 'Baby' forever."

"I was so convinced we were getting a boy that I didn't decide on a girl name..." Sanemi's hand went to his chin as he went into deep thought.

"Well, you can go decide on one while you head home."

"...What?"

"I left my kanzashi at home, the one you gave me for our wedding." (Y/N) gestured to her hair, which was uncharacteristically frazzled. Though, that wasn't much of a surprise for anyone. When she went into labor a tad bit earlier than expected, looking her best was not her biggest concern. "I was going to ask if you could run home and get it."

Sanemi's gaze shifted between his wife and daughter, a heavy exhale slipping past his lips. "Fine, fine. I'll be quick."

"You don't need to be. Take your time."

By the time Sanemi reluctantly left, Shinobu finished her inspection of the baby. "All is well with her. Everything is in order." she concluded.

As Shinobu handed the baby back to (Y/N), they both stiffened as the door opened.

A boy stood there, shifting around awkwardly.

"Excuse me?" His hand went to rub his arm through his sleeve, clearly nervous. "I'm...Genya Shinazugawa. I heard that I have a niece and I wanted to see her."

Genya Shinazugawa... (Y/N) thought back to the times when Sanemi had briefly mentioned the name in the past. It was clear that the thought of him was upsetting, so (Y/N) never pushed. But she had always wanted to meet her little brother-in-law.

"Yes, that's correct." (Y/N) flashed him a smile, patting the free space on the bed next to her. "Come now. There's no need to be scared."

Genya nodded, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He sat down where (Y/N) had gestured to beside her, peering down at the newborn in her arms.

Shinobu took her leave shortly after, giving the two of them some privacy.

"I didn't know you and Sanemi were on speaking terms." (Y/N) said plainly.

Genya shook his head in disagreement. "We're not... But Sorai, his crow, decided to tell me that my niece was born." His shoulders gradually started to drop as he spoke. "I didn't even know he was married..."

(Y/N) took on a saddened expression, but she couldn't voice her thoughts due to the baby becoming restless in her arms. Her eyes darted between the baby and Genya, deciding what to do.

"Why don't you hold her?" (Y/N) suggested.

Genya almost turned pale at her words. He felt his nervousness spike even higher than earlier. "A...Are you sure?"

(Y/N) didn't answer with words. Instead, she (gently) plopped the baby into Genya's arms, much to his panic. She didn't miss the way his eyes widened as he looked around the room as if expecting someone to help.

"She's really..." Genya adjusted his hold on her, supporting her head and body equally before continuing. "She's really little. And light."

"Yes, she is," (Y/N) cooed. She watched as Genya gradually pulled her closer, his grip on her firm but not rough. "But Lady Kocho confirmed she's just fine."

Genya finally allowed himself to smile. "Does she have a name yet?"

"Shizuka."

Both (Y/N) and Genya alike jumped. Before either of them knew it, Sanemi was on the other side of (Y/N), putting the kanzashi in her hair. He glared at Genya sitting across from him, but he couldn't hide the way his gaze softened when he looked at the baby, now named Shizuka, in his arms.

"Shizuka...?" Genya paused. "Just like...?" The words died in his throat.

Sanemi only nodded. "Be careful her. One little scratch, and I'm beating your ass."

(Y/N) huffed angrily, elbowing Sanemi's side hard enough for him to cough a little.

"Gods, relax. I'm just kidding. Mostly."

But Sanemi's vicious demeanor instantly morphed into something gentler when he felt (Y/N)'s head leaned onto his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. Together, they watched Genya continue to blink back tears while holding little Shizuka.

For once, Sanemi let his mind wander. Wander to his dreams for the future. How he wanted to see Shizuka grow up. How he wanted to reconnect with Genya. How he wanted to watch (Y/N) transition into motherhood.

Yeah.

That would be perfect.

[chubbyxchu]

♡ - Wardrobe Change

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Light swearing

Mentions of a certain perverted Kakushi

Uzui family × fem!reader

Fluff

Author's Note

I had an idea, but I think I executed it rather poorly since the focus isn't really on (Y/N).💔

"What the hell is that?!" Makio screeched, gaining the attention of the other two wives.

"Makio?" Hinatsuru leaned against the frame of the sliding door. "What's the matter?"

"Look at her new uniform!" Makio hissed. She smacked both her hands on (Y/N)'s shoulders to turn her around, her grip rather firm. "Look at this crap! Absolutely no coverage or protection whatsoever!"

"Makio, that's an exaggeration!" Pulling away, (Y/N) crossed her arms over her chest in a futile attempt to hide her shameful uniform.

Makio's words were too close to the truth for any of their comfort. (Y/N)'s new uniform consisted of a skirt that only reached the middle of her thighs and the same open top that the Love Hashira wore, exposing parts of her bust.

"How is that gonna protect you at all?!" Suma cried out. She rushed over to her wife, wrapping her arms around (Y/N)'s torso. "Imagine a demon strikes you right in the chest or on your legs! Nothing to protect you, nothing at all!"

Hinatsuru only sighed, wiping away the teardrops that streamed down Suma's face before looking back at (Y/N) and Makio. "Yes, I do agree that it's a little bit revealing. But if that's really what you want to wear, I suppose that's allowed."

"Wa...Want to wear?!" (Y/N) shook her head frantically. "Absolutely not! I'm only wearing this because the tailor said it was the official uniform for the Corps!"

That was a wake-up call for all three of them.

"Official?! Since when?!"

"(Y/N) is going to die in battle and it's all that tailor's fault!"

"What a terrible policy for the Corps!"

~

Just a couple of strides away from the chaos was Tengen himself. He was planning on relaxing with his four gorgeous wives after his latest mission, but the chorus of shrieking coming from his home told him that would be a luxury he had to earn yet again. He picked up his pace, muscles slightly aching from swinging around his swords.

"Ladies, ladies, what's gotten you all so riled up?" He was barely through the door before Suma tackled him, nearly toppling him over with brute force alone.

"Lord Tengen!" She sniffled, burying her face into his stomach. "How could you let her wear something like that?!"

Hinatsuru and Makio weren't far behind either, Hinatsuru tapping her foot in a way that told Tengen she wasn't thrilled about whatever had conspired while he was away.

"Tengen, I must ask that you demand a new uniform for our dearest (Y/N). She deserves much better than to be flaunting her assets to strangers." Hinatsuru huffed.

Makio nodded her head in agreement. "I'm not too fond of even Miss Kanroji wearing it, so what the hell made them think that letting our girl wear it was okay, too?!"

Tengen's eyes darted between the three women before him. "Now, now," His fingers ran through Suma's hair in an effort to comfort her. "What are you talking about, ladies? I'm sure I can talk Kanroji into letting you give her a new wardrobe if that's what you're all mad about.

"U...Uhm..." (Y/N) voice was a mere squeak as she tried to get Tengen's attention. "They're upset about my uniform, not Miss Kanroji's..."

One good look was all Tengen's eyes needed before they went wide. He pulled apart from Suma and walked past Hinatsuru and Makio, hoping that his mind was playing tricks on him. Normally, the sight of his wives showing a bit of skin was no problem for him. He didn't really care as long as they were happy. But this?

"Nope." Tengen crossed his arms to make an 'X' over his chest. "Not happening. Go change."

"That's the problem!" (Y/N) could feel her face burning with embarrassment. "This is all I have! That tailor gave it to me!"

"Tailor?" Tengen hissed out the word, as if it were something filthy. "Big, stupid, round glasses?"

(Y/N) nodded, staring up at her husband. "How did you know that?"

"Don't you worry your pretty little head about it!" Tengen's hands cupped (Y/N)'s face, pulling her up to shower her kisses. He drifted towards his other three wives, giving them the same treatment. "It seems I've got some business to take care of! But I'll be back before you know it, girls! In the meantime," Tengen nodded his head towards (Y/N). "Why don't you slip into something a little less...revealing?"

~

"Forgive me, Sound Hashira! I had no idea she was your wife!" Masao whimpered.

Tengen was not known for disrespecting the Kakushi of the Corporation. In fact, it was the complete opposite. But clearly this was an exception.

He had heard rumors of a perverted Kakushi in the sewing division from the Wind and Insect Hashiras. According to them, he had a history of giving female slayers scandalous uniforms and calling them official. It had completely slipped his mind until just a few moments ago.

"The one and only Masao Maeda, huh? Quite the reputation you've gotten for yourself!" Tengen's grip on the Kakushi's collar tightened more than he thought was possible. "But let's cut the shit. I want you to give her a normal uniform, okay? Whatever she wants to show off is for me and my other three wives to gawk at."

Masao shook his head up and down in agreement. "B...But of course! How silly of me, I must've given her the completely wrong uniform! I'll correct that immediately!"

Tengen hummed, dropping Masao onto the wooden floor below them. "See to it that you do. I want it at the door of my estate by tomorrow nightfall." He quickly turned on his heel, his irritation far from fading.

"Uzui." A gruff voice called out.

Tengen recognized that tone immediately. He didn't need his advanced hearing to pick up on the permanent growl of the Wind Hashira.

"Sanemi Shi-na-zu-ga-wa," Tengen smirked. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Sanemi scoffed, pointing at the building behind him. "Maeda?" is all he said.

Tengen only gave a slight nod accompanied by a sigh. "Yep. Tell me, why are all the bad rumors true?"

Sanemi clicked his tongue. "I swear, he's like a pest." He placed his hands on his hips, his gaze shifting to the much taller Sound Hashira. "Well, I'm gonna go beat that guy's ass. If my last threat wasn't clear enough, this one will do the trick."

Waving his hand in dismissal, Tengen shifted to walk away again. "You have fun with that. I owe you one." He paused for a second before acknowledging Sanemi one final time for the day. "If he pulls that shit again, let me know. I'll kill 'em like I would a demon. But until then, I've got four smoking hot wives waiting for me at home."

[chubbyxchu]

I'd take anything Giyuu x gn!reader! I loved your siren!giyuu fic to bits.

If you prefer more specific requests, maybe the reader has hanahaki for Giyuu? The reader could be kind of close friends with Giyuu, but maybe try to invite him out on dates or something and he doesn't understand that's what they are. 🤭

Smth like "Do you want to go to the festival in town after this mission?" "...no." "Oh, okay..." and the reader feels like they've gotten fairly close to him, but he's politely turning them down whenever they try to court him. Meanwhile Giyuu just wasn't in the mood for people and thought it was a question instead of like, an invitation. And then 🌸🥀hanahaki🥀🌸

When Giyuu finds out, maybe on a mission or something, the reader is pretty calm about it? like "Oh, yeah, sorry. Sucks. I know you aren't interested in courting with me, so I tried to back off, but" *gestures to bloody flower petals* "Don't worry, I won't make it your problem. Sorry for the inconvenience-- I should probably be kept away from stealth missions." and they're like completely genuine and just don't want to make him uncomfortable and Giyuu's kind of horrified. Discussions ensue

Anyways feel free to do with that what you will! Feel free to just use what you like (or none at all, again I will take any Gn!reader and... well a lot of characters, but Giyuu's my beloved. Just love your writing) I got a lil carried away up there, lol

♡ - Cherry Blossoms

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Mention of illness

Giyuu × gn!Reader

Angst with happy ending (Bittersweet)

Author's Note

Please let me know if there are any issues, Tumblr was being very finicky when I was editing. But anyway, this was really fun to write! I did make some slight changes to the request since I do have my own perspective on the concept of Hanahaki disease. I hope you don't mind, please enjoy!

"The worst-case scenario is that you just suffocate and die." Shinobu said plainly. But her face betrayed her, her fragile mask of elegance fracturing after delivering the news.

"Hanahaki disease..." (Y/N) mumbled. "And the only way to get rid of it is to cut the plant out of my lungs?"

"Why was that the only part you recall?" Shinobu sighed. "Yes, that's a way. A very risky way that involves you losing the ability to love all together. But the alternative is getting the person you're in love with to reciprocate your feelings."

(Y/N) couldn't help but laugh, but it lacked any humor. "I think..." Their voice trailed off, their shoulders going slack. "I think I'll just wait for the flowers to choke me."

At that, Shinobu felt her entire body freeze up. Muscles refused to move, her mind more aware of how loud her heart was beating. "My apologies, I must've misheard you!" She managed to voice, though her words came out rather shaky. "You'd rather die? But I can help you! The surgery, I know I can perform it and-!" (Y/N)'s raised hand before her made her pause. She bit her tongue, waiting to hear from (Y/N)'s perspective.

"I know this is the worst way to go about this, but I don't think I can bring myself to never love again." Their nails dug into their palms as their fists clenched in their lap. Frustration and despair boiled under their skin. "As for getting my feelings reciprocated, that's a hard no." They say, their face dropping into an expression more downcast. "Not because I don't want him to love me. I'd do anything for that. But he's far too stoic to love me back. He's too..." No words seemed to describe whatever the two of them had currently. "He just wouldn't settle down with someone like me."

Shinobu acknowledged the defeat in (Y/N)'s voice, even if she didn't want to. "I see." Shinobu looked down at the papers scattered over her desk. Hanahaki disease worked in mysterious ways, ones that had yet to be documented, yet to be studied. "Please forgive my bluntness, but I must ask for a name. The name of the person who caused this."

(Y/N) almost winced at the question. Admitting it hurt almost as much as the plant growing in their chest. "Lord Tomioka."

Shinobu's breath caught in her throat. Any hope of threatening the bastard responsible into loving (Y/N) back was extinguished.

In Shinobu's eyes (and probaby (Y/N)'s), Giyuu Tomioka was far too stoic to fall in love. They had both seen the way he distanced himself from others of his same rank. How was he going to grow close enough to a lower rank to the point of falling in love?

"I see." Shinobu hissed. Even though anger tainted her voice, it wasn't directed towards anyone in particular. "Well, if that's the case, I have no other way to help you. But I promise you," She took both of (Y/N)'s hands, squeezing them between her own. "I will do everything in my power to find a cure or remedy or something. Anything."

~

"To-mi-o-ka," (Y/N) sounded out his name, smiling as they trailed behind him. "We should get lunch together!"

Giyuu remained quiet. "No, thank you. I already ate." That wasn't exactly a lie. He had eaten already, but he was referring to his breakfast instead of lunch. Of course, (Y/N) had no way of knowing this.

"Oh." They said softly. "Okay, that's fine! Maybe next time!"

"I'd prefer not to." Giyuu shook his head. "You should spend your time doing something more productive."

(Y/N)'s gaze went straight to the ground, forcing down the petals that rose up their throat. "I understand, Lord Tomioka. My apologies." They felt the petals touch the back of their tongue as they spoke, making them gag.

The way (Y/N)'s body shivered when they turned away didn't go unnoticed by Giyuu. The way their hand swiftly flew to clamp over their mouth was definitely odd. "Are you ill? Have you visited Kocho recently?"

"I have," (Y/N) coughed, their hand shaky. "I had a fever recently. I'm still recovering, but Lady Kocho said I'd be fine."

They're lying, Giyuu immediately thought. He would've pressed for the truth, but (Y/N) was looking paler than usual. "Let's get you home. You look like you're about to pass out." He reached out to grab hold of them, a simple act of support, but the sight of petals slipping from underneath their palm made him pause. Cherry Blossom petals? "(Y/N), what's going on?"

"I said it's nothing serious, Lord Tomioka." They mumbled in response, muffled by their hand still in place over their mouth (and the petals). "Seriously, you and Lady Kocho worry too much."

"Excuse me?" Giyuu hissed. "You said that Kocho thought you would be fine. Not that she was worried." He firmly wrapped his hand around (Y/N)'s prying it away from their face.

They tried to protest, but cherry blossoms spilled from their lips instead. "Gods above... This is pathetic." They felt oxygen becoming hard to take in, blocked by the plant growing larger in their lungs.

"(Y/N)," Giyuu's voice held an unfamiliar undertone of worry, distress, and what seemed to also be frustration. "I need you to give me answers. And good ones." His eyes grew wide, his pupils dilating. "What's going on with you?! Is this some kind of Blood Demon Art?! Are you going to be okay?!"

Being bombarded with questions, especially ones asked by Giyuu, was quite unexpected. (Y/N) was barely able to register one question before the next one was asked. Regaining their composure, their eyes met Giyuu's as they spoke. "No, it's not a Blood Demon Art. It's called Hanahaki disease."

"Hanahaki disease?" Giyuu repeated back.

"Yes. It's caused by unrequited love." (Y/N) coughed once again but pushed through the ache in their chest to keep talking. "There's two cures. The first one is getting surgery to remove it, but that also strips me of my ability to love anyone ever again."

The Water Hashira was quiet, too busy contemplating. "I take it you don't want that for yourself." Giyuu shook his head. "And the second?"

"The second cure is getting loved back by the person who caused this. Which is out of the question."

"Why is it out of the question?!" Giyuu immediately blurted out. He silenced himself by biting the inside of of his cheek, attempting to keep his cool. "Why is it out of the question?" He asked again, his tone much lighter.

"Because the person I'm in love with doesn't love me back, okay?!" The way (Y/N)'s voice rose surprised both parties alike. "The feelings aren't mutual."

Giyuu's grip on (Y/N) loosened as he took in the information. A disease caused by unrequited love. What a horrible thing. He could barely handle the emotional toll his own love took on his mental health. Now, the one he was in love with was suffering physically?

He gritted his teeth before roughly pulling (Y/N) into his embrace. He buried his face into the crook of their neck, his fists balling the fabric of their haori. "Take me instead."

The contact from Giyuu already shook (Y/N) to their core, but his words were something else entirely. "What?"

"Take me instead. I'll love you instead of that other person." His voice was low, but on the inside, he was ecstatic with the concept of being loved by (Y/N). Having his feelings reciprocated filled him with an incredible amount of joy. "That way, you won't have to die. And I'll treat you much better than the other ever could."

Silence surrounded the two of them. The realization of what he had just confessed suddenly hit Giyuu. He immediately broke apart from (Y/N), scrambling to regain his bearings. He turned away, too embarrassed to face them any more than he had to. "Forgive me. I spoke out of place. I have no right to command you who to love." He was about to start walking away, ready to leave his feelings in the moment, but (Y/N)'s silence was broken by a soft sob.

Tears spilled out of (Y/N)'s eyes as a misty gaze focused solely on Giyuu. "You love me back?" Their voice was so soft that Giyuu almost missed it.

"I think..." Giyuu gave a small smile, cupping their face with both of his hands. "I think I should be asking you that."

"I do! I do!" They stammered. "I do..."

Giyuu felt tears forming in his own eyes, but he blinked them away. He wrapped his arms around (Y/N)'s waist, the hug much gentler and warmer this time around. "I'll take such good care of you. I promise. I'll never make you feel like I don't love you ever again. Sorry for that, by the way."

(Y/N) continued to sob in Giyuu's embrace. They barely acknowledged the fact that their lungs felt clearer than ever, the disease that threatened their life now a distant memory.

[chubbyxchu]

♡ - My Pearl

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Mentions of blood, corpses, and violence

Light swearing

Definitely not set in the canon universe

Siren!Giyuu × Pirate(?)!Reader (Gender Neutral)

Fluff

Author's Note

Guys, when I said no more Kyojuro requests, I didn't mean no more requests💔 Anyway, this took a lot longer than it should've, and I didn't proofread it because we ball. Also, I lied, Kanae story NOT coming soon, Shinobu's is still in the works😞

"Yes, captain!" (Y/N) yelled back. They let out a sigh of frustration, snatching up the bucket and mop that rested on the wall.

Joining a pirate crew probably wasn't the best idea, but they were desperate. The captain only hired them to clean the deck, but at least they got proper meals and a bed to sleep in. The worst mess they had to clean up was the aftermath of a ship raid, which happened fairly often. Blood was hard to scrub off, and it left a foul odor when left to sit in the sun.

Luckily, night had already arrived, meaning the rest of the crew was about to turn in if they hadn't already. That also meant (Y/N) got to work in peace.

To (Y/N), the moon was the only company they needed. She was a good listener, after all. She never judged, never mocked, nothing. That was perfectly fine.

"Gods, these people act like barbarians," (Y/N) groaned, putting more pressure on the mop to scrub off the blood. Looking over the rest of the deck, they saw the corpses of the other crew scattered around. The most grueling part of their job was throwing these bodies overboard. It was a time-consuming job, one that (Y/N) was not particularly fond of.

Realizing the blood was being difficult, they changed tasks. Moving to each body, (Y/N) lifted them up, throwing them into the deep dark sea below. But something stopped them in their tracks.

A yelp of some sort.

Was it an animal? Was it possible that the person was still alive? (Y/N) didn't know, nor were they sure they wanted to know. But curiosity got the better of them, scrambling to take a peek over the railing. Their eyes widened as they took in the sight below.

A creature. One that looked human, but (Y/N) knew better. Out here on the ocean, it was safe to assume that this was, in fact, NOT a human.

"Your falling carcass landed on me," The creature spoke. "It was rather rude."

(Y/N) shrieked and stumbled back, tripping over the cleaning bucket in the process. "Wh...What are you...?! What are you doing here?! How do you speak the common language?!"

The creature grumbled. "You are too loud. And you speak too much." A fish-like tail appeared behind it, splashing water onto (Y/N).

Ah, so that's what it was. A siren. Not exactly uncommon out here, but still surprising. The average person would assume it was a mermaid, but any pirate knew that was a common misconception. Mermaids weren't as beautiful as the stories made them out to be. They were actually quite the eyesore if encountered in person. After all, the deeper a sea creature resides, the more deformed they look.

Sirens, on the other hand, were supposed to be beautiful. Their appearances were meant to lure unsuspecting victims into their embrace, just to get eaten later.

But speaking of appearances, (Y/N) mustered up the courage to crawl back to the railing, taking in the sight of the siren. Raven-black hair, dazzling blue eyes, a striking masculine physique. Not to mention the deep voice that rang out earlier, another recognizable feature of a siren.

"What are you doing so close to the ship?" (Y/N) asked after finally finding their voice.

"What are you doing so close to my den?" He hissed back. "Move your ship at once." He splashed more water towards (Y/N) with his tail, grumbling when he missed them as they ducked down.

"First of all," (Y/N) began, holding up their index finger. "You could at least use your manners." They held up their middle finger, too. "Second of all, I'm not in charge! And I can't just tell the captain, 'Hey, a siren wants you to move the ship out of the way!' He'll throw me overboard with you!"

The siren raised a brow. "Is that so bad? Being thrown into the water with something like me? Why? Afraid I'll eat you?"

(Y/N) paused for a moment before letting out a heavy sigh. "I guess that's part of it. But I also don't wanna lose my job."

"Ah, I see," He nodded. "You want more human currency." His eyes glanced over (Y/N) once more. "Is the currency for yourself? Or do you perhaps have a family?"

A scoff slipped past (Y/N)'s lips before they could stop it. "Family? Please. If I had a family, I wouldn't be washing and polishing a boat in the middle of the ocean."

"Oh." He nodded again. He looked away, almost as if contemplating something. "Giyuu."

(Y/N) perked up. "Giyuu?" They repeated.

"Yes. That's my name." Giyuu hummed.

"Alright then," (Y/N) let a smile form on their face. They slipped their hand through the railing, extending it towards Giyuu. "I'm (Y/N)."

Giyuu only stared at (Y/N)'s hand with curiosity, as if unsure what to do. But his face turned crimson as the fins where a human's ears would be flared up. "Ah. One moment."

(Y/N) watched in confusion as Giyuu dove back underwater. They waited for a few moments before he resurfaced again, swimming closer than before. He gently took hold of (Y/N)'s hand, his own hands warmer than they thought a siren's would be. He placed a blue scallop shell into their palm, closing their fingers around it.

"Does that satisfy you? I found it myself." Giyuu looked around frantically, carefully avoiding eye contact with (Y/N).

The shell was in pristine condition (Y/N) observed. A blue sheen shimmered under the moonlight, giving it a beautiful presentation.

"It's beautiful," (Y/N) mumbled. "What's it for? Why are you giving it to me?"

Giyuu's eyes finally found (Y/N)'s, his expression turning into something more perplexed. "What do you mean 'why'? You asked me to court you, didn't you?"

An awkward silence settled over the two. Court them? When the hell did they ask for anything along those lines?!

"Sorry, I don't quite follow."

Giyuu raised a brow. "You offered your hand because you wanted the shell for my courtship."

"I DID NOT!" (Y/N) screeched, perhaps a little louder than they wanted. Their body tensed as they heard distant murmurs from the lower deck, probably from crewmates who were woken up by the noise. (Y/N) surveyed the main deck once more, still covered in blood and grime and few bodies that had yet to be thrown overboard. "Shit, shit, shit...!"

"What's wrong?" Giyuu asked, sensing their distress.

"The captain is gonna kill me! And the rest of the crew as well! I haven't finished my ONE job, and on top of that, I woke them up!"

Giyuu's face briefly flashed with concern. "Are they going to harm you?"

(Y/N) bit their lip. "Maybe. They can always get a new cleaner, so I'm not exactly a valuable member." A wave of despair washed over them. After all, who wouldn't replace an incompetent worker? They were about to tell Giyuu to go back to his den so the crew wouldn't just snatch him up in a net, but before they could, a pair of arms wrapped around their waist.

They were barely able to process anything before they felt cold water engulf them. With saltwater stinging their eyes, their sense of sight was rendered useless. All they could register was Giyuu's voice, which sounded clear as day underwater.

"Don't worry. You'll be safe with me from now on. No one will ever hurt you again, my pearl."

[chubbyxchu]

hey so can I have scenario where Rengoku and his s/o just have a cozy morning in bed and s/o clings to him and smothers him with kisses, “the worlds not gonna end if we lay here for an hour”.

♡ - Morning Struggles

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Kyojuro × Reader (Gender Neutral)

Fluff

Author's Note

Sorry, this one is really short compared to my others! No more Kyojuro fic requests, please. He's making my writer's block worse💔 (Shinobu and Kanae fics coming soon though😼)

The sun was low, casting a pallet of warms colors over the sky. Not that Kyojuro minded. He preferred waking up this early, especially if he had to leave for a mission later that night.

As a bonus, that meant he could spend more time looking at his lover, who was always still asleep at this time. Kyojuro shifted to his side, taking in the sight of (Y/N) sleeping without a care in the world.

His hand reached out, tucking a few stray hair strands behind their ear. "You have to wake up, Sunflower." The response he received was a grunt as (Y/N) turned away. "Come now, don't be stubborn."

"Can't we just stay put for a bit?" (Y/N) yawned, only one of their eyes opening to look at Kyojuro.

"But we have so much we can do before I leave!" He chuckled. "Now, allow us to greet the day together!"

"Kyojuro," (Y/N) hissed, burying themselves under the futon's covers. "I am still tired. Please lay back down."

Under the influence of (Y/N)'s words, Kyojuro immediately settled back into his place beside them. "Yes, right away! I apologize, I didn't take your sleepiness into consideration!" He paused as (Y/N) suddenly leaned closer, their eyes boring into his.

"Just stay close this morning." (Y/N)'s voice was firm before the facade began to crumble. "Please?"

Even though he wasn't standing, Kyojuro felt his knees go weak. His partner was his Achilles' heel. "Of..." He swallowed his hesitance before regaining his composure. "...Of course!"

(Y/N) hummed in delight. "Wonderful." They sleepily gathered Kyojuro into their arms, throwing their leg over his torso to prevent him from pulling away. "Now you're stuck here." They beamed. "Forever."

Kyojuro let out a sigh of defeat before nuzzling his face into (Y/N)'s neck. Despite the urge to get up and be productive, who was he to challenge his lover's authority. Senjuro probably wasn't awake yet either, so he couldn't use the excuse of needing to help him with chores. All he could do was accept the fate he was condemned to this morning.

"Kyojuro." (Y/N)'s voice called out.

"Yes?"

"You're tense."

Kyojuro huffed, allowing a small smile to start forming. "You know me far too well. I am torn between staying put and picking you up so at least I can do something productive with you nearby."

(Y/N) leaned down, kissing Kyojuro from the collarbone up. "You don't carry the world on your shoulders," They closed both their eyes again, preparing to fall back into slumber's embrace. "It won't end if you let yourself relax, especially if it's just for an hour."

[chubbyxchu]

Hii! I love your writing! I wanted to request a Rengoku X reader, a cute and funny chapter where the two are married and his wife, knowing all about his past and how he was deprived of love, spends every day pampering her husband, who isn't used to so much attention and is always flustered (she feeds him tons of food, sleeps cuddling with him, and tells him how strong he is).

♡ - Pampering

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Slight mention of alcohol addiction

Kyojuro × fem!reader

Fluff

Author's Note

This was so fun to write, but probably not my best work ( ´Д｀) But I was more than happy to do it! Thank you for being my first request! (≧▽≦) Also, I snuck in a vocaloid reference if anyone catches it (⌒‐⌒)

Kyojuro's words from the night before were tormenting (Y/N)'s mind, stealing away any chance of rest. Tossing and turning, his response kept replaying in her head.

"My father had drowned himself in alcohol after Mother passed away. That's why I'm so responsible!" Kyojuro laughed. "I had to take care of Senjuro all by myself! Not that I minded at all, look where I am now!"

He had either sugar-coated his struggles or genuinely believed it didn't bother him. Regardless, his words had altered (Y/N)'s perspective of him.

How could her husband still have such a sunny demeanor despite the environment he was forced to grow up in?

(Y/N) peeled herself off her futon, gently sliding the door open so as not to wake up Kyojuro. She peeked outside, determining that the sun would rise soon. Perhaps she had enough time to prepare for the pampering she was about to give her deserving lover.

An orange colored sky greeted Kyojuro when he woke up. The sun was still rising, but Kyojuro immediately sensed that something was off. He yawned, shaking his head to get rid of any lingering sleepiness.

"My love? It's time to wake up!" Kyojuro said out loud, only to realize what was wrong.

He reached for the futon next to his own, expecting to feel his wife under his hands. He was instead met with an empty futon, already remade for later.

"(Y/N)?" He perked up, his head turning to look at every corner of the room. "Where did she..." His words trailed off as the door slid open, filling the room with a captivating aroma. His eyes widened as they landed on his dear wife standing in the doorway holding a tray of some sort.

"Oh?" (Y/N) smiled. "You're up earlier than I expected, considering you had no missions today." She made her way over to the side of his futon, setting the tray down beside her. Her hand shot out to grab his shoulder, pushing him back down after he attempted to get up. "I made you breakfast. I expect you to eat it."

"You..." Kyojuro's gaze shifted between his wife and the meal she had prepared for him before he even woke up. "You made this for me?!" Upon noticing the slight nod and smile (Y/N) had given him in response, he immediately grabbed the tray and started digging in. "Ah, my love! You spoil me!" He shoveled the rice into his mouth first, followed by the grilled fish and vegetables before finally swallowing almost all of the soup in one gulp. "Tasty! Absolutely delicious!" He paused when he suddenly felt a pair of chopsticks press against his lips.

"Here," (Y/N) spoke softly, her voice as gentle as a seraph's lullaby. "I tried something new. Tamago fuwafuwa, just for you, my love."

"What?!" Kyojuro yelped, but not before taking the food into his mouth. "Are you sure you should be wasting such ingredients on just breakfast?! I know sugar and Mirin aren't the easiest to come across in the market...!"

(Y/N) only giggled. "I've been saving it." She winked. "I simply couldn't wait any longer! Now, no more questions! Eat, eat!" She crawled closer, her chopsticks continuously meeting Kyojuro's mouth with food between them. Before they both knew it, the entire tray was cleared out. "Oh, my! Did you have enough? I can make you more!"

"Nonsense!" Kyojuro crossed his arms, laughing with his entire chest. "That was beyond filling! I'm flattered by your offer, but I think I'm full already! Almost too full for today's training!"

That's when (Y/N) frowned. She set the empty tray to the side before throwing herself on top of Kyojuro.

Kyojuro's brow furrowed in confusion, but he quickly pulled (Y/N) into his lap. "What's gotten into you all of a sudden, hm?"

"Don't go," (Y/N) murmured, nuzzling into Kyojuro's chest. "Just us today. Please?"

Blush crept over Kyojuro's face, his hands twitching with the urge to cup (Y/N)'s face and just bombard her with kisses. "I...suppose that can be arranged!" A smile stretched across his face when he saw his wife stare up at him like a deer. He felt his body tense as her hands began trailing up and down his arm and chest.

"You're warm," She cooed, her tone dipping into something softer than usual. "And strong, too. Did you know that?"

'Thank you' was what he wanted to say. But Kyojuro couldn't bring himself to even open his mouth. He only let out a shaky sigh, his arms wrapping around (Y/N) to draw her closer.

While he didn't want to admit it, this woman made him feel seen, exposed in a sense. He wasn't ashamed of the fact by any means, but the concept of vulnerability was not one that clicked with him too well. But with his wife, the walls he built for himself crumbled.

He finally mustered up the courage to speak. "Since when were you so clingy, hm?"

(Y/N) nestled herself in a more comfortable position on Kyojuro's lap. "I'm not clingy."

His laughter rang out again. "And yet, here you are!"

"Then I'll just do this every day," She proudly huffed. "That way, you'll get used to it."

[chubbyxchu]

♡ - Wedding Day Disasters

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Kyojuro × fem!reader

Fluff (slight angst?)

Everything was perfectly fine until the actual wedding day.

Suddenly, there was a problem in every aspect of this damned wedding.

The weather forecast had declared a possible thunderstorm, something that was not predicted to happen the day before. The original hairstylist had taken on a higher paying client and canceled past minute. The flowers in poor (Y/N)'s bouquet had already started to wither despite her efforts to keep them alive since this morning.

But the worst part was probably the lack of attendance from (Y/N)'s side of the family.

Kyojuro had invited his friends and family, most of whom had a mutual connection to (Y/N). Other than that, (Y/N) had no one else to invite.

Granted, her parents had informed her that they wouldn't be coming ahead of time. Something about a very important celebration in the family's hometown. But that didn't help her feel any better about it.

Kyojuro, being the enthusiastic person he was, had done his best to reassure his future bride. "You'll have more time to spend with your in-laws!" He would say. It made (Y/N) laugh, allowing her to forget about her situation for a little bit.

But he knew his words only had a temporary effect.

"Okay, I'm here!" Mitsuri cried as she burst through the door. "I got everything you need, trust me! I'll have you looking your best in no time!"

"Ah, Kanroji." Ruka smiled. She adjusted the sleeves on (Y/N)'s dress, her movements meaningful and precise. "See?" She said, looking back at her future daughter-in-law. "Everything is going to be okay, my dear. The eldest Kocho sister will be here at any moment with your new bouquet. Isn't that right, Shinobu?"

The younger Kocho sister perked up as her name was called. She quickly regained her composure and cleared her throat. "Yes. Kanae is almost done picking out the correct flowers. She'll be back soon." After that, she returned to her task of applying eyeliner to (Y/N).

"Ah, how wonderful!" Mitsuri quickly set down her basket with various hair products. "Now, let's get to work, okay?"

"You don't have to do this." (Y/N) finally spoke up. "None of you do." Her tone held an unfamiliar (and very unwelcome) of despair. "Why fuss over another girl's wedding?"

Mitsuri quickly shook her head in protest. "Don't you dare suggest such a thing!" Her determination to prove her loyalty to (Y/N) caused her to flail her arms around, nearly hitting Shinobu with the comb in her hand. "What kind of friends would we be if we let you walk out there knowing you're miserable?!"

Shinobu giggled, nodding in agreement. "Kanroji is right. A wedding is an incredibly important milestone in any woman's life. We have to make sure it's memorable for the right reasons."

"This is your day, (Y/N)." Ruka's gaze softened.

The door slammed open to reveal none other than Kyojuro Rengoku, followed by Kanae, who quickly slapped her hands over his eyes from behind.

"(Y/N)! My love!" He shouted, not bothering to shake Kanae off of him.

"Rengoku! The tradition states that you can't see the bride before she walks down the aisle!" Kanae shrieked.

Kyojuro only laughed. "Cover my eyes if you must! I want to talk to my fiancée!"

Ruka huffed in disappointment. "Hold still, child." Kyojuro let out a yelp as his mother pulled him back by the ponytail, tying a cloth over his eyes. "There. Speak to your fiancée."

Kanae gave a small smile, handing (Y/N) the new bouquet as Ruka ushered the other girls out. Kyojuro tried to come face to face with (Y/N), but he ended up facing in a completely other direction. He let out a hum of confusion as she fixed his stance. "Ah, my love! I can't see!"

"I know you can't see, dear. You're not supposed to." (Y/N) couldn't help but smile at his antics.

"Yes, I know! I take great pride in tradition!" His voice, one that always held such great enthusiasm, shifted into something softer. "But I wanted to check on you." He said plainly. "I know how stressful this wedding is turning out to be for you." He held his hands out in front of him, gesturing for (Y/N) to hold them. When he felt her hands over his, he immediately brightened back up. "Talk to me, love. Tell me what's wrong."

(Y/N) shook her head, blinking back tears so as not to ruin the make-up that Shinobu had applied. "Kyojuro..." She started. "This is supposed to be one of the happiest days of my life. But not one thing is going the way it's supposed to." She stepped forward, nearly collapsing into Kyojuro's arms. "I don't even have anyone to walk me down the aisle! Isn't that also a part of tradition, Kyojuro?! I'll look like a fool in front of everyone!" She let out a heavy sigh of defeat. "I'm such a mess..."

Kyojuro frowned. The way the girl he loved was acting was a far cry from what he wanted. He wanted to see her smile and laugh, not weep and crumble. He pulled (Y/N) closer, as if she would slip right through his fingers if his grip wavered. "Hush now, my love. Everything will be alright." He pressed a soft kiss onto her forehead. "We don't have to follow the tradition to a T. If you walk out there alone, so what? You'll look beautiful to me regardless. Isn't that enough?"

(Y/N) stilled in Kyojuro's arms before he felt her grip on his arm tighten. "Yes. Yes, that would be enough."

"Good." Kyojuro pulled away, crossing his arms over his chest. "Now, turn me towards the door! I will wait for you to walk down the aisle!" With the gentle push of his lover, Kyojuro made his way back to the altar at the front of the wedding.

Later, when Kyojuro was waiting, his guests noticed how antsy he was getting. The music had yet to start playing, signaling that (Y/N) was about to join him. He looked over at his audience, most of which seemed just as confused as he did.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Ruka pulled Shinjuro down to her height, whispering something to him. He heard his father grumble before he stood up.

"Father?" Senjuro muttered. "Where are you going?!"

Shinjuro only replied with a gruff, "Somewhere." Aside from Ruka, everyone's gaze followed him as he walked through the main doors and disappeared. Senjuro only shrugged apologetically at Kyojuro, whose hands had started to tremble.

Have I done something wrong? Kyojuro thought to himself. I knew the wedding was going poorly, but this is worse than I initially thought... Perhaps we made the wrong call. Maybe (Y/N) and I shouldn't be-

His thoughts were interrupted by tranquil music starting to play from the speakers. The main doors swung open, Shinjuro standing next to Kyojuro's bride, their arms linked together as they walked alongside each other.

Kyojuro's face flushed as (Y/N) got closer, struggling to hold back the wide grin that threatened to spread across his face. He watched as Shinjuro unhooked his arm from around (Y/N), mouthing a 'thank you' to his father as he sat down.

"Kyojuro." (Y/N) whispered.

"Yes?"

"I love you."

[chubbyxchu]

♡ - The Perfect Wife

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Mentions of self-doubt and insecurities

Sanemi × fem!reader

Angst with fluff

Author's Note

I am still an amateur writer, so feel free to leave constructive criticism as long as you're nice about it (´▽`)

The lady of the Shinazugawa family had a clear vision for who she wanted to be.

To put it simply, she wanted to be the "perfect wife."

In (Y/N)'s eyes, she was far from her ideal self. She could barely cook without messing something up. Cleaning often led to frustrated curses under her breath. It was agonizing for her.

But it was her appearance that truly bothered her.

"Perhaps..." (Y/N) mumbled, sitting in front of the vanity mirror. "Perhaps I can ask Uzui's wives for some help. They have beautiful physiques. I'm sure they have some kind of trick to maintaining their perfect bodies."

(Y/N) bit her lip. On second thought, maybe she shouldn't go to the Uzui wives. She had only met them briefly; not enough to explore their personalities. For all she knew, (Y/N) could go up to the wives and ask for some advice only to get mocked and laughed at.

That would also bring down Sanemi's reputation. He would become the laughing stock of the Demon Slayer Corps for marrying such an eyesore. It was already bad enough that Sanemi was considered one of the most difficult people in the Corps to talk to by the lower ranks.

But if (Y/N) can't cook or clean and has yet to have children, the least she can do is attempt to look pretty for her husband.

After leaving to fill up a bucket of water from the well, (Y/N) rushed back inside, not noticing the splashes of water that escaped and landed on the floor. Returning to her seat in front of the vanity, she reached for the comb that sat in the corner of the surface in front of her.

(Y/N) ran the comb through her hair, trying to tame it as best she could. Afterward, a fine white powder was applied to her face. According to (Y/N)'s observations, the paler a woman, the more attractive she was.

The brush of beni, the same crimson pigment that gorgeous geishas and oirans used, has barely touched (Y/N)'s lips before she dipped a rag in the bucket of water and wiped her face clean.

Something about the way she applied to powder had bothered her. It was better to restart than to fix it.

Meanwhile, Sanemi's mind was only focused on returning from his mission away from home. After slaughtering demon after demon, he wanted nothing more than for his lovely wife to pepper his face in carefully placed kisses, as she had a tendency to do. He would be lying if he said he didn't feel bad. Sanemi had no need for maids, doing all the cleaning and cooking himself. Unfortunately, that also meant (Y/N) was always left alone when he went on missions. He claimed it was another reason that Muzan Kibutsuji and his demons needed to be eradicated.

As Sanemi's estate came into view, he let out a sigh of exhaustion. The mission wasn't difficult, but it was still a draining annoyance. The shoji door in front of him seemed to mock him, acting as one final barrier between Sanemi and the comfort of his home.

"(Y/N), I'm home." Sanemi announced as he stepped inside. He was greeted by silence, something that had been forgotten since (Y/N) came into his life. "Hey, anyone home?" He took a few steps forward, nearly slipping on something. He clicked his tongue, irritated at the water that had tripped him up. Had (Y/N) spilled it? It was unlike her to just leave the mess there. Even if she had just turned it into a bigger mess, she still tried.

Sanemi made his way to the couple's shared room, nearly jamming the door as he pushed it to the side. A wave of confusion washed over him as he saw his beloved's face plastered in make-up. "What are you doing?" He hissed.

"Knocking is nice. I like it when people knock." (Y/N) sighed, turning her head to keep her face away from his gaze.

"No," Sanemi shook his head in disagreement, taking a handful of long strides before he was standing beside his wife. "Don't hide your face. What are you doing? What's all that crap you've got on you?" His rough hands moved with a foreign gentleness as he cupped (Y/N)'s face. He turned her head firmly, but not forcibly.

"It's make-up." (Y/N) huffed.

"What?" Sanemi frowned. "Since when were you into make-up?"

(Y/N) hesitated before admitting her defeat in the unspoken battle between her and her mind. "I'm not. But I need it. My appearance is atrocious."

"Who told you that?" Sanemi cut in immediately. "Give me names, (Y/N)."

"Nobody said anything. That's the problem." (Y/N) rested her hand over Sanemi's on her face. "Nobody told me how hideous I am, so I didn't know I needed to fix it."

Sanemi threw his head back as he let deep breaths in and out. "Gods," He kneeled down in front of his wife, using his thumb to smear the beni painting her lips. "You're far from ugly, (Y/N). But this make-up isn't helping either. You're a goddess to me, do you understand that?"

Under the white powder, (Y/N)'s cheeks took on a natural red hue, wide eyes staring down at Sanemi. She followed Sanemi's hands as they grabbed hold of the rag from earlier. A soft grumble escaped her as her husband rubbed the make-up off her face.

"You don't have to change yourself to look 'better.' You're not a blank canvas. You're a damn portrait." Sanemi continued wiping away all of the 'grime' and whispering reassurances and affirmations to (Y/N) until her face was cleared up again. "There you are." He grinned, kissing her forehead. "That's who I want to see."