hi lovelies! still currently on my giyuu and rengoku brainrot and I have a lot of drafts I finally touched up that I’m excited to post again!! but for now, here’s a little drabble that I’ve been working on!
Ft. Giyuu Tomioka, fem!reader
She smells like cinnamon, he thought, eyes following your figure as you walked past in deep conversation with the Fire Pillar, the Love Pillar only several paces behind. The pink-haired woman had been waiting on her serpent counterpart, waving Obanai and his snake down from a ways away. Though he’d positioned himself to where he’d be less than noticeable, a small part of him hoped you’d see him as you turned around to beckon Obanai.
You usually smelled sweet to Giyuu Tomioka, his eyes softening slightly when you’d lean in to listen to him. His words were frugal and less than lively, but there was just something about you that kept words spilling off his tongue. Maybe it was that spicy scent that lingered whenever you were near, the hints of sugary vanilla that intoxicated his brain, the same one that made his heart pound.
“Tomioka!” You called with a smile, “I have a question!” His eyes widened as you barreled towards him, skidding to a halt just before hitting the man. “If you had five more minutes to live, what would you do?”
To say he was taken aback was an understatement. Not only were you living proof that he was not, in fact, hated by everyone, but you were actually quite nice to be around. Still, he couldn’t tell where your mind was. Were you planning to do something within the next five minutes that could compromise his life? He didn’t want to believe that was true, you were sunshine wrapped in a pretty package, but as a Hashira, he could never be too cautious. With every cinnamon-sugar thought that crossed his mind, he could only seem to focus on your alluring smell. “But I don’t have five more minutes. I’m in good health.”
“It is a hypothetical scenario, Giyuu! I have noticed how you are bad at answering these kinds of things!” Rengoku called from a ways away, perennial smile plastered to his face.
Shinobu was sure to tease him about that later, especially if both you and Mitsuri were giggling at the Fire Pillar’s comment. He wanted nothing more than to pull back into his comfortable shell, dreaming to be civil - perhaps even friends - with the rest of the Hashira. As you tried laughing off the intensity of his gaze, noting how electrifying his eyes truly were, he furrowed his brows.
“Only five minutes?”
“Only five.”
With utter nonchalance, he glanced off into the distance. “I would probably sit with you.”
You blinked several times; Giyuu presumed you’d been expecting a different answer. And though your smell of cinnamon lulled, your aura brightened. It was always lavender, he thought, now it’s gold.
“Tomioka…” For a moment, as your eyes softened, he longed for your touch, wishing to get just close enough to where you’d squish his cheeks and laugh at his surprise. “We do that already!” You finally retorted, scrunching up your nose with a smile.
“I know. It’s calming,” he admitted. “What would you do?”
Without hesitance, you grinned. “Pray that in our next life, we’re born into a peaceful world where no one has to suffer. I want everyone to be happy.” You were so genuine, so gentle. He felt wickedly selfish that a thought so selfless didn’t cross his mind. How ruined had he become? How bitterly distant and cold? What would his mother and father say; what about Sabito and his sister? “And,” your voice snapped him out of his self-depreciation, “I’d pray that I get to be with you in every lifetime.”
His eyes dilated. Young and naive, hopelessly in love with a cinnamon-scented sunshine girl — that’s all Giyuu Tomioka was. “I admire your wishes…” Averting his crystalline gaze from your own, a pit formed in his stomach. You pitied him. You must’ve. This must have been a sick joke, just a ploy to make everyone else laugh. You couldn’t seriously mean what you were saying. Right?
“If we weren’t demon slayers, I’d marry you in an instant!” Your voice splintered through his brain, bulldozing every wall, ripping down every layer, leaving only the barren bones of his love. Fully consumed and captivated by all of you, the moment you took his hands in your own, he could have sworn he saw flashes of a distant future.
Giyuu breathlessly squeezed his eyes shut in embarrassment. You were so…direct! How could someone so modest and sweet be so open with their feelings? “The feeling’s mutual,” he whispered.
You cocked your head and blinked up at him. “I’m sorry, Tomi’! I didn’t quite hear you!”
Obanai and Mitsuri were in love, Sanemi swore to find Kanae in another life, Tengen had four wives; Giyuu was behind yet again. Sabito would have confessed to you by now, he would’ve known that he loved you instantly. Who wouldn’t love you? You pranced around the Ubuyashiki Estate after Hashira meetings with your heart on your sleeve and smile on your face; you were warm rain on a cool summer night, a sky full of stars for Tomioka’s lonesome eyes to gaze upon. He huffed - he won’t be late for the love of his life, not this time.
“He is so quiet! I always have to ask him to speak up too, do not fret my dear—!” Rengoku shouted again, Mitsuri quickly covering his mouth with her hands as she observed the two of you.
A smile painted his face a pretty shade of blue, the same blue of his eyes, the eyes you fell so ardently in love with. “I promise to come home from every mission for you.” Though he wasn’t as straightforward as you, you knew that was his special way of saying that he felt the same. And as he brought your hands to his heart, he took a shaky breath in. “And I know it might not be unscathed, I can’t promise that,” he began, “but I—”
Your body pressed flush against him in a hug, his words falling flat. “I’ll marry you one day, Tomioka. I mean it. Even if it has to be in our last five minutes.”
His heart was wholly yours, a pang in his chest overwhelming his senses as you pulled away. “Wait, don’t leave. Did you plan on courting me just to leave? Or…I’m very...confused. Are we courted now? I should be the one to court you— Do you want me to court you?”
He spoke so cluelessly that you couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, Tomioka!” Pinching his cheek affectionately, you continued, “Come eat dinner with us, Kyojurou made your favorite.”
You were gorgeous and a fighter, you were joyful - even if Giyuu knew the stronger the smell of cinnamon was, the more exhausted you’d become, you were you. And Giyuu loved you! In his pouty and gloomy, yet tender, quiet-loving kind of way, he vowed to always choose you. Letting his hand fall into yours, he gave a curt nod and followed behind you anxiously.
Mitsuri squealed as he placed his hand in yours, jumping ecstatically as the two of you made your way over together. “Oh yes! Yes, she did it! I knew you could do it! I knew she could do it!”
“I’ll kill you if you hurt her,” Obanai hissed curtly, despite the flushed pink spreading across his cheeks. Giyuu’s brows quirked at the confliction of his actions and words; was Iguro being nice? The Water Pillar knew the dislike the Serpent Pillar held for him, but he always was well aware the fondness the latter held for you.
“Iguro,” you chastised, hand resting on your hip, “don’t be like that.”
“I think it is actually very spectacular that Giyuu and you have decided to pair! Hopefully she will help you speak louder, Tomioka!” Rengoku boomed, laughing as he clapped the both of your shoulders. “Let us eat now, I am absolutely starved!”
The strong, spicy scent of cinnamon suddenly hit Tomioka once more as your head rested affectionately on his arm. He froze up as you did so, the content smile on your face making his heat up. The laugh that trickled from your lips seemed to make his chest swell with an admiration, one that was gentle, one that was shy and lovely. “So, we’ll eat first,” he mumbled, “and get married later.”
He nodded in agreement with his words, the corner of his lips quirking upwards. You bit your laughter back as you watched Giyuu talk to himself, squeezing his hand lovingly as you pulled away, rushing ahead of him to practically tackle Rengoku to the ground.
And even with the storm in the back of your throat and gleeful laughter that escaped your lips, Giyuu Tomioka was glad he had this lifetime with you.
thank you so much for reading loves! i really hope you enjoyed my little Giyuu ramble that totally was not self-indulgent
hi bugs (<- that is an endearing nickname for all of you lovelies) I’m trying to figure out what I should post next and what you all want to read! REQUESTS ARE OPEN SO SEND EM’ IN MY BRAIN IN RUNNING DRY
Anywayssss- I have about six things in the works and two closest to being finished, but I’m going to let all of you give your opinion! You can dm me or just comment what you’d like to see!
1. Oikawa Drabble, around 1000 words, fluff -> angst
2. Sanemi Drabble, “stop being such a bitch x why? I like you?” trope, fluff
Hi, this request is gonna be a little strange so I get it if you can't write it. So do you think you can write a love letter from your favorite haikyuu character? I would also like it if it's for a female reader.
hi my love!! this isn’t a strange request at all! I actually run an Etsy business doing something similar so I can definitely definitely do this! I’ve never been asked to write for my fave character though heheh I’m so excited so I guess I’ll write for Suna :) (Also I'm so sorry to my mobile readers, I realize the small script on the main writing is not small :( but it's the same letter regardless!)
Love letter ft. pre!timeskip Suna Rintaro, fem!reader
Hey,
This might seem a little dramatic considering I could have just texted you, but Atsumu knows the password to my phone and I don't need his nose in my business, so I decided to write you this. How have you been? Have you been drinking water, resting, eating enough? I've been practicing non-stop; the twins are sick and Kita is seemingly even more normal, which is weird because there isn't a single thing wrong with that guy, so Aran is pressing for the rest of the team to work even harder. It's fun to be with the team, but the trainer said I might have pulled something in my shoulder, so it gets pretty sore after practice most days.
My sister's here as I write this. I had to babysit her while my parents are out, and she’s laughing because she said she never took me for the writing type. I guess she's right, I’m not really a handwriting type, but I feel like you would have liked this more than a text, or just another wave from the court. I still can't believe it's my final year of high school volleyball. I'll give it my all, for you, for the team, and for myself - I promise. I still remember us meeting for the first time, have I ever told you that? It was sweet and a little bit scary... I'd never felt so strongly for someone so quickly, especially a girl who was so opposite of me: you're bright and bubbly, fiery and brave. You helped pull me out of my own world, so this little letter is the least I can do.
My sister's asking for help with her volleyball hits, but before I go, just know I’m so proud of you. Even if I don't look ecstatic all the time, I truly am proud of you. You’re gentle kindness is admirable, and you’re really pretty too, even on the days that you don’t see it. I see it in you every day and I adore how wonderful you are, how you’re so passionate in everything you do. And I’m sorry I couldn’t be present to give you this letter, but I can’t wait until I get back from this vacation and we can hang out. There was a cool cafe I saw in Hyogo a few weeks ago and I'd be happy to treat you. Until then, just remember that I love you endlessly.
I'll write again soon.
Forever yours,
Suna Rintaro
I really hope you liked this! Thank you so much for your request I apologize for taking forever to get to it!! Much love!
hi lovelies! still currently on my giyuu and rengoku brainrot and I have a lot of drafts I finally touched up that I’m excited to post again!! but for now, here’s a little drabble that I’ve been working on!
Ft. Giyuu Tomioka, fem!reader
She smells like cinnamon, he thought, eyes following your figure as you walked past in deep conversation with the Fire Pillar, the Love Pillar only several paces behind. The pink-haired woman had been waiting on her serpent counterpart, waving Obanai and his snake down from a ways away. Though he’d positioned himself to where he’d be less than noticeable, a small part of him hoped you’d see him as you turned around to beckon Obanai.
You usually smelled sweet to Giyuu Tomioka, his eyes softening slightly when you’d lean in to listen to him. His words were frugal and less than lively, but there was just something about you that kept words spilling off his tongue. Maybe it was that spicy scent that lingered whenever you were near, the hints of sugary vanilla that intoxicated his brain, the same one that made his heart pound.
“Tomioka!” You called with a smile, “I have a question!” His eyes widened as you barreled towards him, skidding to a halt just before hitting the man. “If you had five more minutes to live, what would you do?”
To say he was taken aback was an understatement. Not only were you living proof that he was not, in fact, hated by everyone, but you were actually quite nice to be around. Still, he couldn’t tell where your mind was. Were you planning to do something within the next five minutes that could compromise his life? He didn’t want to believe that was true, you were sunshine wrapped in a pretty package, but as a Hashira, he could never be too cautious. With every cinnamon-sugar thought that crossed his mind, he could only seem to focus on your alluring smell. “But I don’t have five more minutes. I’m in good health.”
“It is a hypothetical scenario, Giyuu! I have noticed how you are bad at answering these kinds of things!” Rengoku called from a ways away, perennial smile plastered to his face.
Shinobu was sure to tease him about that later, especially if both you and Mitsuri were giggling at the Fire Pillar’s comment. He wanted nothing more than to pull back into his comfortable shell, dreaming to be civil - perhaps even friends - with the rest of the Hashira. As you tried laughing off the intensity of his gaze, noting how electrifying his eyes truly were, he furrowed his brows.
“Only five minutes?”
“Only five.”
With utter nonchalance, he glanced off into the distance. “I would probably sit with you.”
You blinked several times; Giyuu presumed you’d been expecting a different answer. And though your smell of cinnamon lulled, your aura brightened. It was always lavender, he thought, now it’s gold.
“Tomioka…” For a moment, as your eyes softened, he longed for your touch, wishing to get just close enough to where you’d squish his cheeks and laugh at his surprise. “We do that already!” You finally retorted, scrunching up your nose with a smile.
“I know. It’s calming,” he admitted. “What would you do?”
Without hesitance, you grinned. “Pray that in our next life, we’re born into a peaceful world where no one has to suffer. I want everyone to be happy.” You were so genuine, so gentle. He felt wickedly selfish that a thought so selfless didn’t cross his mind. How ruined had he become? How bitterly distant and cold? What would his mother and father say; what about Sabito and his sister? “And,” your voice snapped him out of his self-depreciation, “I’d pray that I get to be with you in every lifetime.”
His eyes dilated. Young and naive, hopelessly in love with a cinnamon-scented sunshine girl — that’s all Giyuu Tomioka was. “I admire your wishes…” Averting his crystalline gaze from your own, a pit formed in his stomach. You pitied him. You must’ve. This must have been a sick joke, just a ploy to make everyone else laugh. You couldn’t seriously mean what you were saying. Right?
“If we weren’t demon slayers, I’d marry you in an instant!” Your voice splintered through his brain, bulldozing every wall, ripping down every layer, leaving only the barren bones of his love. Fully consumed and captivated by all of you, the moment you took his hands in your own, he could have sworn he saw flashes of a distant future.
Giyuu breathlessly squeezed his eyes shut in embarrassment. You were so…direct! How could someone so modest and sweet be so open with their feelings? “The feeling’s mutual,” he whispered.
You cocked your head and blinked up at him. “I’m sorry, Tomi’! I didn’t quite hear you!”
Obanai and Mitsuri were in love, Sanemi swore to find Kanae in another life, Tengen had four wives; Giyuu was behind yet again. Sabito would have confessed to you by now, he would’ve known that he loved you instantly. Who wouldn’t love you? You pranced around the Ubuyashiki Estate after Hashira meetings with your heart on your sleeve and smile on your face; you were warm rain on a cool summer night, a sky full of stars for Tomioka’s lonesome eyes to gaze upon. He huffed - he won’t be late for the love of his life, not this time.
“He is so quiet! I always have to ask him to speak up too, do not fret my dear—!” Rengoku shouted again, Mitsuri quickly covering his mouth with her hands as she observed the two of you.
A smile painted his face a pretty shade of blue, the same blue of his eyes, the eyes you fell so ardently in love with. “I promise to come home from every mission for you.” Though he wasn’t as straightforward as you, you knew that was his special way of saying that he felt the same. And as he brought your hands to his heart, he took a shaky breath in. “And I know it might not be unscathed, I can’t promise that,” he began, “but I—”
Your body pressed flush against him in a hug, his words falling flat. “I’ll marry you one day, Tomioka. I mean it. Even if it has to be in our last five minutes.”
His heart was wholly yours, a pang in his chest overwhelming his senses as you pulled away. “Wait, don’t leave. Did you plan on courting me just to leave? Or…I’m very...confused. Are we courted now? I should be the one to court you— Do you want me to court you?”
He spoke so cluelessly that you couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, Tomioka!” Pinching his cheek affectionately, you continued, “Come eat dinner with us, Kyojurou made your favorite.”
You were gorgeous and a fighter, you were joyful - even if Giyuu knew the stronger the smell of cinnamon was, the more exhausted you’d become, you were you. And Giyuu loved you! In his pouty and gloomy, yet tender, quiet-loving kind of way, he vowed to always choose you. Letting his hand fall into yours, he gave a curt nod and followed behind you anxiously.
Mitsuri squealed as he placed his hand in yours, jumping ecstatically as the two of you made your way over together. “Oh yes! Yes, she did it! I knew you could do it! I knew she could do it!”
“I’ll kill you if you hurt her,” Obanai hissed curtly, despite the flushed pink spreading across his cheeks. Giyuu’s brows quirked at the confliction of his actions and words; was Iguro being nice? The Water Pillar knew the dislike the Serpent Pillar held for him, but he always was well aware the fondness the latter held for you.
“Iguro,” you chastised, hand resting on your hip, “don’t be like that.”
“I think it is actually very spectacular that Giyuu and you have decided to pair! Hopefully she will help you speak louder, Tomioka!” Rengoku boomed, laughing as he clapped the both of your shoulders. “Let us eat now, I am absolutely starved!”
The strong, spicy scent of cinnamon suddenly hit Tomioka once more as your head rested affectionately on his arm. He froze up as you did so, the content smile on your face making his heat up. The laugh that trickled from your lips seemed to make his chest swell with an admiration, one that was gentle, one that was shy and lovely. “So, we’ll eat first,” he mumbled, “and get married later.”
He nodded in agreement with his words, the corner of his lips quirking upwards. You bit your laughter back as you watched Giyuu talk to himself, squeezing his hand lovingly as you pulled away, rushing ahead of him to practically tackle Rengoku to the ground.
And even with the storm in the back of your throat and gleeful laughter that escaped your lips, Giyuu Tomioka was glad he had this lifetime with you.
thank you so much for reading loves! i really hope you enjoyed my little Giyuu ramble that totally was not self-indulgent
hiii!! I just wanted to say I love your work so much so much! And I’m so excited to see your requests are open!
Whenever you get a chance, if you want to write it, do you think you could do hc’s for Kyojuro/Tanjiro/Giyuu (you pick whoever!!) with a demon slayer s/o whose family always prods the s/o about marriage and their love life only when the boy’s come over?
- You and Kyojuro had been dating for a while so it wasn't impossible for the idea of marriage to pop up. Though you both weren't expecting your parents to be so set on the idea.
- Kyojuro met your parents before and they loved him. He was such a sweet and passionate boy, from how your parents described him. You did agree that he was very kind.
- Kyojuro took the constant marriage talk great. Whenever it was brought up he'd always answer with saying how he's eventually going to buy you the most beautiful ring.
- It certainly embarrassed you despite Kyojuro being so calm about it. You'd always yell about them being too nosy with a blush covering your face, while Kyojuro simply laughed it off.
- Their ramblings caused Kyojuro to consider it more and more. It was obvious he wanted to spend the rest of his life, and even after that with you.
- They were greatly flattered by Kyojuro, everything about him was practically perfect. It got to a point where even you were hoping for him to propose.
- Your family would ask him behind your back if he needed help with gifts and proposal set ups. He simply grinned and said when the time came, he would ask for help.
- Your siblings also loved him. He was incredibly good with kids, and you blushed at the thought of him with your own children.
- When the day came that he proposed it was practically obvious. Your entire family was there. When he kneeled down, everyone started screaming and cheered him on.
- The second after the ring was on your finger, your parents rushed over and asked for the wedding date.
- Cue big eyeroll accompanied by Kyojuro's sweet laughter.
GIYUU
- The first time Giyuu was invited over for dinner was quite the night. The entire meal your family was fawning over how soft-spoken and calm he was. Making notes that he would be perfect in troublesome situations.
- A light blush tinted his face whenever your relationship was brought up. He loved you, he truly did. Yet he was awfully shy and had no idea what to say.
- You stood up for him and complained on how they were making him uncomfortable. He reassured it was fine with a serene upturn of his lips, which only caused your parents to beam even more.
- Giyuu was very calm with your crazy siblings. He seemed to magically make them relax, which was a relief to your exhausted parents.
- Not only that, but Giyuu's gentle tone always managed to settle you down as well.
- Your parents took note of how he acted more than he spoke and they found it so sweet and cute. They would catch you two cuddling or holding hands and immediately begin to admire your adorable relationship.
- Your entire family was basically fanatic for him and the poor boy didn't know how to handle so much attention and praise at once.
- Overall he was very shy <3
TANJIRO
- It hadn't been long since you two had started dating and your family was already poking at the idea of marriage.
- He wasn't opposed to it; Tanjiro loved you more than anything. The only thing holding him back was fear of messing it up.
- Tanjiro tried his best to comfort you whenever your family embarrassed you by being too nosy. He claimed he didn't mind, despite their words making him get all flustered.
- Due to losing his family he immediately got attached to your siblings. He treated them like his own, and it was certainly a bittersweet sight.
- Tanjiro is definitely a good boy. Your parents knew he was the one when he offered to help with cleaning the dishes and tidying up.
- His people pleaser attitude made your family adore him, always telling him he would make an amazing husband. You couldn't help but admit that you did in fact think he would be a wonderful spouse.
- He would offer to pay for meals and babysit your siblings for your parents. It wasn't their fault he was such a sweet boy!
- Your family would bring it up even when he wasn't there. Tanjiro was a ray of sunshine and your family was sunbathing in his brightness.
- There's no disagreeing that Tanjiro would be a marvelous father and husband.
- Even your siblings that stuck out their tongues and gagged at kissing scenes in movies seemed to cheer on your love.
- He'd definitely ask your family for tips on how to make you happy. Gifts, foods, favorite songs, everything.
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Hope you liked this sunshines! Also I cannot seem to find a cute and soft playlist, but I'm somehow able to find a ton of suggestive ones (〃´∀｀) weird....
literally this blog is my favorite on this app- This request was the SWEETEST THING AND THEY DID EVERYTHING SO PERFECTLY- sobbing @cosmicn3ptune you’re the best 😭
enemies to lovers is great and amazing and all but hands down friends to lovers is where it’s at. you’re their friend, you already have mutual trust and mutual platonic love for eachother, you two already click and get along. the slow build up of yearning?? of realizing you care about them and love them a little bit more than you should, the slow feeling of craving more. the tension building at an agonizing rate, crushing the room every time you two are alone together. the longing touches, the eye contact that lasts a little bit too long. and the feeling when one of you finally snaps? when you finally admit that you can’t take it anymore???? i need it .
Before you read onto my rules, please be kind when requesting! You can send them to me through my ask box and I will get to them as quickly as I can! I have a job and school, as well as juggling my own business and taking care of my little siblings, so tumblr is where I come to have fun and get some creative writing out about my fave characters!
As for right now, I write for a mainly f!reader and some gn!reader! Even then, I tend to write more female-based if the request is in my comfort zone.
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☆ reader x character, maybe in future events character x character
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☆ anything nsfw
☆ the sexualization of any minor
☆ pedophilia
☆ incest
☆ yandere
☆ reader as a different species
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Ok. We know how Giyuu can be with people, right? We’ve noticed how he very quiet and has little bit of friends. So If you were a random person, he would be surprised. Obviously, you wouldn’t know because of the walls he had around him self. So, if he wanted to talk to you he would just simply walk up to u and add a little “hi” when he looked at you. Which would be a sign for you to talk about random stuff. It doesn’t matter to him what you would talk about to him. <3
𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙂𝙀𝙏 𝙃𝙐𝙍𝙏
One day, he noticed little things others wouldn’t. You walking slower than usual and you were limping. He thought you would go with Shinbou or someone that knows what they’re doing in the medical field. Whether if you did or didn’t, he would pick you up and walk to where Shinbou was at and ask her to check on u. A little bit of teasing from her would be okay for him just to know you’re okay. <3
𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝙁𝙀𝙀𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘿𝙊𝙒𝙉
Tomioka isn’t the best at comforting you but he’ll do his best to cheer you up.
𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝙇𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙇 𝙊𝙁 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙍𝙉 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙃𝙄𝙈
Now when he’s hurt, you notice right away when you look at him. Depending on how much you show, he’ll do what you want him to do.
𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙅𝙐𝙎𝙏 𝙄𝙉 𝙂𝙀𝙉𝙀𝙍𝘼𝙇
He notices your looks, personality, interest, and etc. Even the little things, he notices. He knows what you do when you’re afraid and when you’re happy.
Sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes and any thing I messed up. It’s been awhile since I wrote something. Let’s hope I have any more movitavion to any more.
you can’t tell me that Giyuu Tomioka doesn’t randomly just look at you and say “I’m grateful you’re still here” and then go back to being himself like he hasn’t spoken at all. When he’s in love, his inner monologue is word-for-word Nothing, by Bruno Major. Most days, he can barely hold eye contact with you when you’re smiling, but just being with you in the quiet is Giyuu’s kind of love
Little scenarios that encompass the different shapes and ways love can take/feel like
Kyojuro
His eyes never leave your back as you check if the rice is ready, cut and prepare more ingredients for the stew, snort each time you can't find what you need because he just keeps moving things around. Even if it's your kitchen. He likes having his own spots for your things, because then they just become a little his as well. He likes claiming part of anything that surrounds you, even if ever so slightly, not so much that he'd risk bothering you but enough to feel as if he could give his love tangible shape. Because of course, he's aware of being in love. How could he not, when what he gets to experience with you is so different from anything else he's ever felt?
The memories of how his father loved his mother have become faint, blurred, so he tries to hold on tight to all the other forms of love he got to witness and feel throughout the years. Senjuro's affection, the hospitality civilians show him, the respect he has for Oyakata-sama and his fellow comrades, the other pillars.
But he never had such eyes to come back to. Wide and worried and overwhelmed with relief and sometimes angry, if he forgets to notify that a mission could last longer than expected.
No one had ever touched him like that, arms wrapping around his neck, lips grazing his jaw, thumb jokingly wiping his mouth when he eats a little too quickly, nails digging in his shoulders at night.
He never had anyone laugh in such an obviously forced way to his terrible jokes, or casually tell him how good he smells. He never got to have someone to experience new, raw, scary, blissful, with.
Kyojuro knows with painful clarity just how much he loves you, yet he can't bring himself to tell you because what if it's too soon? What if you feel pressured? What if he makes everything weird and wrong and embarrassing? Why should he always be the impulsive, loud, stupidly intense one? He doesn't want that for you. He wishes he could adapt to your quiet, kind, comforting spirit, trim the edges of his character, of his very being, to make himself as perfect for you as possible.
"Taste this", you bring a steaming spoon close to his face and he blinks, lips automatically curling up in his signature smile as he obliges.
"It's delicious".
You hum as you turn around in a swift motion to turn off the stove.
"You know, I was thinking... Senjuro's birthday is coming up", your smile is mischievous as you sit on his lap, arms are wrapped around your waist in a split second.
"Hm?", Kyojuro urges you to continue, chin resting on your shoulder as his chest is so solid and warm and distracting against your back.
"We should throw him a party. Here, so he doesn't wake up early to clean the estate and cook for us. Didn't you mention some new slayer kids staying at Kocho's? Let's invite them as well, they could hit it off and I really want Senjuro to get some friends. I'll make his favorite red bean cakes, some green tea mochi, rice crackers - you like those too - and..."
"I love you".
There he is once again. Not so loud but still impulsive, stupidly intense, abrupt. He doesn't regret it though, because if he can't be his unfiltered self with you then what's the point?
You're looking at him, lips parted, eyes wider, and have your cheeks gained some pigmentation?
He panics.
"Don't feel pressured to say anything, it's just, I didn't mean to say it like that, I'm sorry, please know I certainly don't expect-"
"Kyo, and I mean this in the kindest way possible, shut up", you're smiling again as you lean closer.
So he does, shut up. Because you kiss him and your hands tug at his hair in that way that makes him weak, and he's just so ready to make you forget what he had just said by engaging in a full-on make out session, until you pull away and smile so brightly he's the one to forget everything else.
"I love you more".
He laughs that boisterous laugh of his, making your smile grow wider.
Tell me again. And again. And again. I never want to hear anything else.
Tengen
"That's simply not possible", he mutters, deaf to your protests as his lips find your forehead and his arms wrap around you a little tighter.
"Fuck you!", you groan, making the man's chest hovering above you vibrate with laughter.
"Language, y/n", he playfully squeezes your hip as his other hand holds your wrists above your head just a little bit tighter.
You scoff.
"Get off me, you cheater!"
"Hey, that's some serious accusation! As a pillar, you should be able to lose with grace and dignity and admit when your opponent is, you know, flamboyantly superior in every aspect", he grins and you roll your eyes, faintly kicking your heel against the ground in frustration.
"We were sparring and you grabbed my ass to distract me, that just makes you a flamboyant jerk".
"Wouldn't have been able to grab it if you were faster".
"I hate you", you whine.
He laughs once more and your eyes are suddenly squeezing as the sun hits your face and your annoyingly attractive boyfriend helps you up, amused grin still lingering on his lips as he leans closer. You pull back, earning a displeased frown.
"No kisses", you ignore his furrowed brows as you dust off your uniform.
"Till when?", he dramatically groans and you fail to hold back a smile.
"Till you properly train me!"
"Sweetheart, didn't I already properly train you last night?"
"Tengen!", you cough, embarrassed, checking that no one at your estate is around, close enough to hear him.
His shit eating grin is back as his arm finds your waist and you're suddenly pressed against him, lips barely grazing yours, carefully kept at safe distance: he's a patient man, after all. Most of the time.
"Just my name, no honorifics? That's hot".
You narrow your eyes, doing your best to keep the I'm-still-very-much-irritated facade very-much-up.
"You get one kiss. If you catch me".
"You're already... y/n!", he growls when you slip out of his embrace and disappear. Like the distressingly talented little student you are. God damn it.
You know you're not faster than him (yet, you stubbornly remind yourself) but you also know he likes to play along. You love how easy it is to have fun with him, how quickly you realized just how well you fit in together. He's sharp, funny, always your biggest fan and worst training partner because he gets distracted so damn easily. Yet he is caring, runs you baths if he notices the faintest tension in your muscles, cooks for you, invites you over all the time so that you can get to know his not exactly ordinary family. You love being part of his life, that's what you think while you laugh and jump from the roof to a tree and then sprint towards the forest, already painfully aware of the fact that he's not behind you anymore.
The collusion is inevitable as he suddenly appears right in front of you, big arms enveloping you as you both fall to the ground and you wiggle uselessly in his embrace.
"I hate you", your voice is softer as you surrender, leaning down to peck his lips. Tengen gently pulls you closer because he wants more, always wants more, it's not enough that his hands are traveling down your body, it's not enough that he can smell whatever soap you used to wash your hair, it's definitely not enough having you grind against him so slightly, most probably without even noticing. He wants you all the time, everywhere. He wants your grumpy mornings, blue nights, he wants to know you're gonna be home when you come back from a mission, the same home he comes back to.
"Marry me", he's breathless when he pulls away and his hands are grasping your hips so tightly you need a moment to fully process what he had just said.
"What?", you laugh, trying to get off him, but he keeps you in place with exactly zero effort.
"Marry me", he repeats, smile growing on his lips, eyes hopeful.
You blink a few times.
"What happened to I love you, first?", your cheeks are heating up with alarming speed as you do your best to deflect.
Tengen scoffs.
"Why would I ask you to marry me if I didn't love you? Don't you already know how embarrassingly much I do?"
Ohmygod.
"You don't...?", it's like his incomplete question remains pending above you as his stare becomes concerned, almost alarmed.
You let out an airy laugh and peck his lips again, casually removing a strand of silver hair from his forehead to secure it behind his ear.
"Of course I do, you idiot. But you're not gonna ask me to marry you while I'm dirty, tired, sweaty and on top of you in the middle of the forest, understood?"
He finally lets you go and you roll away, getting to sit on the ground as he lazily props himself on one arm.
"You would've said yes? If you weren't dirty, tired, sweaty and on top of me in the middle of the forest".
What a dumb fucking question.
"Not sure", you teased.
"But you love me?"
"Yes, you needy man child".
Muichiro
He grins and your heart flutters because even in the middle of the forest, with dirt and dust on his uniform, his hair messily escaping his ponytail, he manages to look earth shatteringly gorgeous. And you have no doubts: he's the person you want to come back home to and the person you want coming back home to you. Forever.
"Kanroji-san, have you seen Muichiro?", you ask for the third time after having already received a scoff from Sanemi and an apologetic shrug from Kyojuro.
Mitsuri tilts her head, her index finger resting on her chin.
"Yes, I think he went straight to his estate after our mission. I recommended him to visit Kocho-san's mansion but he always forgets", she seems bummed so you give her an encouraging smile.
"Don't worry, I'll go check on him. I hope everything went smoothly?"
He reciprocates your smile and nods.
"It did! The nest of demons was easy enough to find, we weren't expecting a lower moon but Tokito-san took care of that quite easily!"
"I'm happy you're both back", you can't help but let out a relieved sigh. After each Hashira meeting you found yourself wondering if you'd be able to meet everyone again on the next one. You knew that, as a group, you didn't exactly have a we're-best-friends dynamic going on, but you worried. And you cared about them. And you knew that even those who would rather be stabbed than to admit it, cared as well. After all, most of you only had each other.
Mitsuri smiles again and lightly squeezes your shoulder.
"Me too, y/n-san. Thank you for always checking on him, I'm sure he would appreciate it if he remembered".
You shrug.
"Doesn't matter, I'm happy to do it. I'll see you soon, Kanroji-san", your hand is on hers for a split second before she removes it and waves at you, nodding reassuringly.
The estate isn't too far from Oyakata-sama's mansion but you run anyway. You run every time. Even if Sanemi finds it ridiculous, even if Tengen doesn't really understand, even if Shinobu always assures you that she has everything under control. You believe her but you just can't help yourself.
"Muichiro?", you call for him, already knowing very well that no one is going to be around. He doesn't like people at his estate when he's there, so his housekeepers usually cook, do the laundry, clean and then disappear before he gets back from a mission. So he's alone. Basically always alone.
"Muichiro!", you call again. No respectful honorifics because he's a kid and, frankly, you don't give a damn.
"Why are you here?", his stoic voice catches you by surprise as you turn around and find him looking at you with a blank expression on his uncharacteristically flushed face.
"Sorry I came by unannounced, I just wanted to ask about the mission", you lie, lips extended in a friendly smile.
He tilts his head.
"It was fine".
"Are you okay?"
"Mission was easy".
You sigh as you take a step closer and carefully lift a hand to gently touch his forehead.
"Muichiro, you're burning up!"
He doesn't say a word as you basically drag him to his bedroom and firmly ask him to change his clothes after getting his jinbei from the closet and laying his futon on the floor.
You turn around, waiting, arms crossed as he obediently does as instructed. Is he feeling so bad that he doesn't even question your presence there? Should you send a crow to Shinobu?
"Why are you here?", he asks again, and you look over your shoulder to find him already tucked in. He must be cold.
"I'll be right back", you ignore his question, he's gonna forget and ask it again anyway.
You find some soup and rice in the kitchen but you don't want to risk making him sick, so you settle for freshly brewed green tea, some senbei and fruit. There's an empty, plastic wash basin abandoned on the engawa and you fill it up with cold water. It feels weird to peek in the restroom but you need a cloth.
You return to the bedroom after having sent your crow with a message for Shinobu: you have no idea if he owns any medicine and you're pretty certain he has no idea either.
Forehead's still hot and his eyes are a little glassy as you gently lift his hair to position the damp cloth in place.
"Thanks", his voice is barely audible. You softly hush him.
"Close your eyes and rest, you're gonna feel better soon. Why aren't you more careful? You should take better care of yourself", you sigh, stroking his cheek with the back of your hand. He seems so much younger as he looks at you, shivering under the covers. He looks like a child. One that would have a family, parents and siblings, in a normal world.
"Hungry?", you ask, unable to stop your hand from gently traveling between his locks. He shakes his head and leanes into your hand so slightly that you barely notice. But you do, notice. And it breaks your heart, the sudden memory of the last time you had experienced something similar, many years ago, in another world, another reality. When you still had someone else, someone smaller, to take care of.
"Get some sleep", your voice cracks and you have to clear your throat, "I'll be here when you wake up".
He finally shuts his eyes as a light sigh escapes his lips.
"Thanks, nee-san. Love you".
Sanemi
He's snoring already as you sit there, frozen in complete and utter shock.
His arms are lazily wrapped around you as you lay on top of him, hands softly tracing his skin, paying extra attention to his scars. His eyes are closed but he's not asleep, once every few seconds he hums in satisfaction and you can't quite believe how relaxed he is under your touch. It sure took some time.
"You're so beautiful", you whisper quietly, embarrassed by your sudden sappiness.
He doesn't open his eyes but you hear him scoff.
"You shouldn't lie".
"I'm not, you know you are", your fingertips are barely touching his arm as they keep exploring. As if you needed to do that, as if you hadn't already memorized every inch of him.
"This is not how beautiful looks. I look strong, threatening", his eyes finally look into yours as you place your chin on his chest and skeptically raise an eyebrow, "scandalously hot", he adds with a grin, making you snort, "but I'm not beautiful".
"You're a beautiful, oblivious idiot", your fingers are exploring again, followed by the soft touch of your lips.
Sanemi closes his eyes once again, savoring the sensation of absolute peace and relief you are able to provide him. His skin tingles under your fingers and burns under your lips, scars almost fluttering with a single, even accidental touch of your hands. How did you do it? How could a man, a fighter, crumble under the softest of touches? What the hell was that something he could so often feel annoyingly scratching and biting and screaming inside of him, asking to be set free from his stomach, his hands, his chest, his mouth?
Then, it dawns on him. It painfully, suddenly, accidentally dawns on him, just as your lips are pressed on his neck and your hair tickles his chin.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I love her. I'm so fucking in love with her.
You stiffen against his body before he has the chance to have the exact same reaction. His eyes are suddenly wide open, he's terrified: has he said that shit out loud? Did you read his mind? Are his arms too tight around you?
He feels so cold, so empty, as you suddenly get up and frantically gather your clothes from the corner of his room, barely illuminated by the moonlight.
"What are you doing?", he sits up, his mind feels all over the place and it doesn't help that you are in a sudden rush to... leave? What the fuck?
"Going home", you reply dryly. He catches the urgency in your voice and it alarms him as he gets up as well, picks up his pants from the floor and absentmindedly wears them.
"What? What's wrong?", he touches your arm but you pull away, refusing to face him, still looking for your small bag.
"Nothing, I just need to go home".
Sanemi grows impatient easily, especially when he's scared. And he's always been scared of you leaving like that, not even looking at him, not giving a single explanation, voice cold and uninterested. So he grabs you by your shoulders and turns you around, something inside him shattering as you still refuse to meet his gaze.
"What's wrong? Tell me", his voice shakes, the warmth he was feeling a few moments before replaced by ice cold fear. What did I do? Is what he really wants to ask. Yes, go, is what he actually should say. Go as far as you can, never look back, forget this, forget me, find someone better, I'm glad you finally realized it's for the best if we end it here. There's not enough left of me to love you properly anyway.
You're finally looking at him as you let out a shaky breath, your hands gently lowering his arms so that he lets go of your shoulders.
"I love you", you mutter and he can barely hear it. But he does, hear it. And he swears his heart is one step away from freeing itself from his ribcage from how hard, how fast, is beating.
"And I can't love you", you continue, "it's not what we agreed and I know you don't want that. I can't love you".
"I didn't realize we had an agreement", he retorts bitterly and you snort impatiently.
"You know what I mean. Us, this, didn't start so that we could have some sappy romance. We're just... us", you're bitter as well, almost angry at yourself, disappointed in how easily, how quickly you had become such a goddamn cliché.
It's shocking to hear him laugh. He even surprises himself as he throws his head back in laughter, incredulous, angry at how similar you are to him. Of course you'd realize you loved each other in the same moment. Of course you'd have the same reaction he'd have. Of course the gods would humorously remind him that you always had to be just so stupidly perfect for him.
"I'm glad you find my feelings to be so hilarious", you grumble but he doesn't let you turn your back to him again. Because he knows it's too late. You broke through everything, each good purpose he had, the entirety of his unwelcoming outer layer. He had already given you permission to know him, to see him. You saw him. It was too late.
"I'm sorry", he says and he truly means it, "I'm sorry we're stuck in this. I can't love you either, I don't know how to".
He's naked in front of you, both metaphorically and - almost - figuratively. You've never seen him so naked.
"What?", your voice is feeble and you don't really trust the steadiness of your legs.
Sanemi quickly blinks a few times and lets go of your arms, which is a bad idea, because now you can see his hands shake.
"I'm sorry", he repeats. "I don't know how to give and I barely know how to take. You're stuck with someone like me and I don't want that, not for you".
"Stuck", the word stings as you pronounce it, "I'm stuck with someone like you, right? What an inconvenience. Then who are you stuck with? Am I an inconvenience too?", you angrily wipe away the tears from your cheeks as he aches to do the same, hand stopping mid air.
"I am stuck, y/n", he snaps heatedly, "I'm stuck with someone I'll either end up hurting or leaving behind, mourning me".
"Don't fucking say that", more tears fall from your eyes and this time his hands cup your face, thumbs desperately stroking your cheeks in a silly attempt to keep them dry.
"I'd like to keep being us. I'm selfish enough to want that. If you want to go, I won't stop you, but if you wanna stay... I'm willing to learn. I'd like to try", his voice is nothing but a whisper and now it's your turn to cup his face, because he's crying too.
What a mess, we are. It's ridiculous.
"Okay", you mutter quietly and he closes his eyes as your fingertips brush his eyelids.
