Jul 2, 2024
Just saying we were completely and utterly robbed of a Mugen Train-style arc where the gang goes on a mission with Gyomei and they follow him around like ducklings
Edit: here’s a small comic I made!
seen from France
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Just saying we were completely and utterly robbed of a Mugen Train-style arc where the gang goes on a mission with Gyomei and they follow him around like ducklings
Edit: here’s a small comic I made!
Hiccups
Title: Hiccups
Characters: Gyomei x Reader (mentions of Sanemi as a friend)
Prompt: When he tries to take you home, but you are too drunk to realise who he is.
Notes: Fluff - Comedy - Romance
You probably shouldn’t have had the last shot of Jagermeister.
Scratch that, you should have stopped four shots ago. Now here you were, holding onto the edge of the table for dear life, praying to Satan to put you out of your misery and send you to your maker. Why did your bed have to be soooo far away and why did your little legs seem to no longer be a part of your body.
Their big strong s/o casually picking them and just carrying them around if they are a feather. For the Hashira and Kamaboko Squad (+ Kanao and Genya) they are criminally underrated
swept off your feet
pairing: reader x demon slayer characters
genre: fluff, humor, slice-of-life
warnings: mild suggestive undertones, exaggerated reactions
synopsis: you effortlessly lift the demon slayers off the ground, causing flustered, funny, and heartwarming reactions from everyone.
Get a man who can do both 💁🏽♂️
How You Meet- Hashira's
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬:
𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚, 𝐌𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐨, 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐧 𝐔𝐳𝐮𝐢, 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚, 𝐎𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐢 𝐈𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨, 𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐤𝐮, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐆𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐢 𝐇𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚
A/N: This is definitely gonna be multiple parts because I don't want to make it too long, but I hope y'all enjoy it
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
Masterlist
----𖤓⋆˖⁺‧₊𖤐₊‧⁺˖⋆☾--------𖤓⋆˖⁺‧₊𖤐₊‧⁺˖⋆☾----
Giyu Tomioka
Hours passed, and the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the training ground. (Y/N) was drenched in sweat, her muscles aching from the exertion, but there was a fire in her heart. She could feel herself improving, the movements becoming more instinctual, the energy flowing more freely.
“Very well done for your first day,” Sakonji said, a hint of pride in his voice. “But remember, this is just the beginning. You have much to learn.”
As (Y/N) wiped her brow and took a deep breath, she noticed a figure approaching from the direction of the village. The silhouette was tall and imposing, and as the figure drew closer, (Y/N) recognized him immediately. Giyu Tomioka, the Water Hashira, was a legend in his own right, known for his unparalleled skill and stoic demeanor.
“Master Urokodaki,” Giyu greeted, his voice steady and calm. He turned his gaze to (Y/N), his dark eyes piercing yet gentle. “And you must be his granddaughter.”
(Y/N) felt a rush of excitement mixed with nervousness. She had heard stories about Giyu, tales of his bravery and unwavering resolve in the face of danger. Meeting him in person was both an honor and a daunting experience.
“Yes, I am,” she replied, trying to maintain her composure. “I’m training in Water Breathing.”
Giyu nodded, a faint smile breaking through his serious demeanor. “I can see that. Your grandfather speaks highly of you. You have the potential to become a great swordsman.”
(Y/N) felt a flush of warmth at his words, a mixture of pride and determination swelling within her. “Thank you, Hashira Tomioka. I want to do my grandfather proud.”
He regarded her for a moment, his expression contemplative. “The path of a swordsman is not easy. You will face challenges that test your resolve. But if you stay true to yourself and the teachings of Water Breathing, you will find your way.”
His words resonated deeply with (Y/N). She had always been aware of the dangers that lurked beyond the village, the demons that threatened the lives of innocent people. Training was not just about mastering techniques; it was about protecting those she loved.
Muichiro Tokito
As (Y/N) stepped outside, the mist enveloped them like a comforting blanket. The air was cool, and the sounds of the village waking up surrounded them. (Y/N) took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of dew-kissed earth and the faint aroma of breakfast being prepared in nearby homes. It was moments like these that reminded (Y/N) of the lives they fought to protect—simple, everyday lives that thrived in the shadow of darkness.
As they made their way toward the outskirts, (Y/N) felt a tug of intuition, a sense that they were being drawn to something—or someone. The feeling was vague, almost ethereal, but it was enough to quicken their pace. The village began to fade behind them, replaced by the dense thicket of trees that bordered the wilderness. The mist thickened here, swirling around the trunks of ancient trees, creating an almost surreal atmosphere.
Muichiro, still lost in thought, had begun to wander deeper into the mist, his feet carrying him along a path he had walked countless times before. It was a path that led to the training grounds, a place where he could hone his skills and confront the lingering shadows of his past. But today, the mist felt different, heavier somehow, as if it were alive and breathing around him.
As he moved forward, he heard the faint sound of footsteps behind him. It was a sound that broke through the stillness, drawing his attention. He turned slightly, his sharp gaze piercing through the fog. There, emerging from the mist, was (Y/N). The sight was unexpected, but not unwelcome. Muichiro had seen (Y/N) around the village before, their determination and skill evident even from a distance.
(Y/N) paused, their eyes meeting Muichiro’s. There was a moment of recognition, a silent understanding that passed between them. In that instant, the weight of their respective burdens seemed to lighten, if only for a moment. (Y/N) took a step forward, breaking the silence that hung in the air.
“Muichiro Tokito,” (Y/N) said, their voice steady but laced with respect. “I’ve heard stories about you. The Mist Hashira. It’s an honor to meet you.”
Muichiro regarded (Y/N) with a calm expression, his demeanor still cool and composed. “And you are (Y/N) (L/N), I’ve seen you train. You have potential.”
The compliment was simple, yet it carried weight. He was known to be forgetful but he had remembered them. (Y/N) felt a surge of pride at Muichiro’s acknowledgment. “Thank you. I’m hoping to prove myself on this mission. I heard about the demon sighting near the village.”
Muichiro nodded, his interest piqued. “I was aware of it. I was heading in that direction myself. We should go together.”
The invitation was unexpected, but (Y/N) felt a rush of excitement. “Together? That would be great. I could use the guidance of a Hashira.”
Tengen Uzui
The moon hung high in the sky, a luminous pearl casting silver light over the quiet village. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the distant sound of a flowing river. It was a night like any other, yet for (Y/N) (L/N), a kunoichi it felt different. Tonight, she was on a mission, a task that required both stealth and precision.
(Y/N) moved through the shadows with the grace of a wisp of smoke. Her dark hair flowed behind her like a raven's wing, and her eyes, sharp and calculating, scanned the surroundings as she made her way toward the outskirts of the village. She was tasked with gathering intelligence on a rumored demon sighting, a creature that had been terrorizing nearby settlements. The elders of her village had entrusted her with this mission, knowing her skills in stealth and combat were unmatched.
As she approached the designated meeting point, a secluded grove where the trees twisted like ancient sentinels, (Y/N) felt a chill run down her spine. The air was heavy, and the silence felt almost oppressive. She knew she was not alone. The whispers of the night carried secrets, and she was determined to uncover them.
Suddenly, a rustle in the bushes drew her attention. (Y/N) crouched low, her heart racing as she prepared for an ambush. The figure that emerged from the shadows was not a demon but a man, tall and imposing, with silver hair that shimmered even in the dim light. He wore a distinctive haori adorned with intricate patterns, and his presence exuded an aura of confidence and power.
“Tengen Uzui,” (Y/N) muttered under her breath, recognizing the Sound Hashira from the tales she had heard. He was a legendary figure, known for his flamboyant style and unmatched combat skills. But why was he here, in her village?
“Quite the observant one, aren’t you?” Tengen’s voice was smooth, yet it carried an underlying intensity. He stepped closer, his crimson eyes locking onto hers. “I didn’t expect to find a kunoichi lurking in these woods. What brings you here?”
(Y/N) straightened, her instincts urging her to be cautious. “I could ask you the same, Hashira. Are you here to hunt the demon?”
Sanemi Shinazugawa
As (Y/N) pressed forward, she heard the faint clash of metal echoing through the trees, followed by a guttural roar that sent a shiver down her spine. She quickened her pace, her heart pounding not with fear but with the adrenaline of impending battle. Bursting into a small clearing bathed in moonlight, she found herself face-to-face with the demon—a hulking figure with jagged claws and eyes that glowed like embers. It lunged at her, but before she could react, a blur of motion swept in from the shadows.
Sanemi landed with a thud, his blade flashing in the pale light as he intercepted the demon's attack. "Out of the way!" he barked, his voice rough and commanding, carrying the edge of someone who expected immediate obedience. He moved with ferocious speed, his Wind Breathing techniques whipping the air into a frenzy, creating gusts that stirred the leaves around them. The demon recoiled, momentarily stunned, but Sanemi didn't pause; he pressed the assault, his strikes precise and brutal.
(Y/N) stumbled back, her eyes widening as she took in the newcomer. She had heard tales of the Hashira, the pillars of the Demon Slayer Corps, but seeing one in action was entirely different. This man—Sanemi, she realized from the distinctive markings on his uniform—fought like a tempest, his white hair tousled by the winds he commanded. Yet, there was something raw and unguarded in his expression, a flicker of pain beneath the anger that mirrored her own buried sorrows. She shook off her surprise and raised her blade, ready to join the fight. "I'm not just standing here," she called out, her tone steady and resolute, though a hint of defiance crept in. "That thing's mine to handle too."
Sanemi glanced at her briefly, his gaze sharp and assessing, as if weighing whether she was a hindrance or an ally. "Fine, but don't get killed," he muttered, his words clipped but not unkind. He shifted his stance, allowing her an opening to strike. Together, they fell into a makeshift rhythm, (Y/N)'s more fluid, adaptive style complementing Sanemi's explosive power. She targeted the demon's legs, aiming to unbalance it, while he went for the vital spots with his wind-enhanced slashes.
The battle intensified, the demon regenerating faster than either anticipated, its roars echoing through the night. (Y/N) felt a surge of energy as she landed a solid hit, slicing through one of its arms, but the creature swung back with a force that sent her skidding across the ground. Pain shot through her side, but she pushed herself up, refusing to yield. Sanemi noticed her fall and redirected his attack, a powerful gust from his blade forcing the demon back. "You're tougher than you look," he admitted gruffly, a rare acknowledgment that slipped out between breaths.
As the fight wore on, the two of them circled the demon, their movements syncing in a way that felt almost instinctive. (Y/N) caught Sanemi's eye for a split second, and in that moment, she saw beyond the fierce exterior—a shared understanding of loss and determination. But before they could land the final blow, the demon let out a piercing shriek and retreated into the shadows, vanishing into the forest with unnatural speed.
Obanai Iguro
As the Tsuguko of Mitsuri Kanroji, the Love Hashira, Y/N had spent the past few months training rigorously, honing their skills and preparing for the inevitable battles that lay ahead. The life of a Demon Slayer was not one of tranquility, and the serenity of the village felt like a fleeting dream. Y/N had always admired the strength and compassion of their mentor, Mitsuri, who had a heart as fierce as her swordsmanship. Yet, the weight of expectation rested heavily on Y/N’s shoulders. They were determined to prove themselves worthy, not only to Mitsuri but to the legacy of the Demon Slayers.
On this particular evening, Y/N had decided to take a break from their training regimen. The sun was setting, and the vibrant colors of dusk painted the sky in shades of pink and orange. They walked through the village, their thoughts drifting like the clouds above. It was then that they spotted a figure standing at the edge of the fields, silhouetted against the fading light.
Obanai Iguro, the Serpent Hashira, was a man of few words and even fewer companions. His reputation preceded him; tales of his fierce determination and unmatched skill in battle were whispered among the ranks of the Demon Slayers. Y/N had heard of him, of course, but had never encountered him in person. The way he carried himself spoke volumes—his posture was rigid, almost serpentine, and his gaze was sharp, as if he could see through the very fabric of reality.
Curiosity piqued, Y/N approached cautiously. “Hello, Hashira Iguro,” they greeted, trying to sound confident despite the flutter of nerves in their stomach. “What brings you to Fujikawa?”
Obanai turned slightly, his eyes narrowing as he regarded Y/N. “I’m here to observe,” he replied, his voice low and steady. “Mitsuri has been training you. I wanted to see if you are worthy of her guidance.”
The weight of his words settled heavily on Y/N’s shoulders. They had always respected Obanai from afar, but now, standing before him, they felt the pressure of his scrutiny. “I’m doing my best,” Y/N said, their voice steady despite the anxiety bubbling beneath the surface. “Mitsuri believes in me, and I won’t let her down.”
Obanai’s expression remained inscrutable. “Belief is not enough,” he stated, his tone matter-of-fact. “You must prove it through action. Training is essential, but so is understanding the nature of the demons you face.”
Y/N nodded, feeling the weight of his words. “I understand. I’ve been studying their movements and behaviors, trying to anticipate their attacks. But it’s difficult. They’re unpredictable.”
“Unpredictable is an understatement,” Obanai replied, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “Demons are cunning. They thrive on chaos. You must learn to embrace the chaos, to become one with it. Only then will you truly understand how to fight them.”
Y/N felt a spark of inspiration igniting within them. “What do you suggest I do?” they asked, eager to learn from the seasoned Hashira.
“Join me for a night of training,” Obanai said, his voice steady. “I will show you how to adapt to the chaos. You may find it enlightening.”
Kyojuro Rengoku
Kyojuro had just finished a long day of training, his muscles still tingling from the exertion. He stood on the balcony of his modest home, a quaint structure with wooden beams and paper lanterns that flickered in the twilight. The town was quiet, save for the occasional sound of laughter from children playing in the streets and the distant chatter of neighbors winding down after a long day. Kyojuro took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh air, his mind momentarily free of the burdens that came with his title.
His gaze drifted over to the neighboring house, where he had seen a glimpse of movement earlier. A figure was busy tending to a small garden, the soft rustle of leaves punctuating the stillness of the evening. Kyojuro squinted, trying to make out the details. It was a young person, perhaps in their early twenties, with dark hair that caught the fading light. There was a certain grace in their movements, a rhythm that suggested familiarity with the earth and its offerings.
Curiosity piqued, Kyojuro leaned over the balcony railing, his heart racing slightly. He had been living in this town for a while now, but he had yet to meet his neighbor. The thought of introducing himself sent a flicker of excitement through him. After all, even a Hashira needed friends, didn’t he?
Gathering his resolve, Kyojuro descended the steps of his home, his footsteps echoing softly on the wooden floor. As he approached the garden, he could see the figure more clearly. It was (Y/N) (L/N), a name he had heard whispered among the townsfolk. They were known for their kindness and gentle demeanor, always willing to lend a hand to those in need. Kyojuro had witnessed their acts of compassion from afar, but he had never had the chance to speak to them directly.
“Hello!” Kyojuro called out, his voice warm and inviting.
(Y/N) turned, surprise flickering across their features before morphing into a friendly smile. “Oh, hello! I didn’t see you there!” They brushed their hands on their gardening apron, a smudge of dirt marking their cheek. “I’m (Y/N). It’s nice to meet you!”
“I’m Kyojuro Rengoku,” he replied, offering a slight bow, a gesture of respect and camaraderie. “I live next door.”
“I know! I’ve seen you around,” (Y/N) said, their eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “You’re the Flame Hashira, right? I’ve heard stories about you.”
Kyojuro felt a warmth spread through him at their words. It was always strange to hear his title spoken so casually, as if it were merely a part of his identity rather than a weight he carried. “Yes, that’s me. But please, just Kyojuro is fine. Titles can be so formal.”
“Alright, Kyojuro it is!” (Y/N) grinned, their smile infectious. “What brings you over to my humble garden?”
“I saw you working and thought it would be a good opportunity to introduce myself,” he said, gesturing to the vibrant flowers blooming around them. “Your garden is beautiful. You have a real talent for it.”
“Thank you! I’ve been working on it for a while now,” (Y/N) said, pride evident in their voice. “Gardening is a great way to unwind after a long day. Plus, it gives me a chance to connect with nature.”
Gyomei Himejima
The sun had barely begun its ascent, casting a soft golden hue over the Butterfly Mansion. The gentle rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of birds created a serene backdrop, one that felt almost sacred. Y/N Kocho stood at the entrance of the mansion, her eyes scanning the horizon as she took in the beauty of the early morning. It was a ritual she cherished, a moment of peace before the day’s duties began.
As the older sister of Shinobu Kocho, the Insect Hashira, Y/N had inherited not only her twin sister Kanae’s striking features but also Shinobu’s unwavering dedication to the Demon Slayer Corps. The Butterfly Mansion was a haven for wounded slayers, a place where healing and hope intertwined. Y/N had taken it upon herself to assist in the care of the injured, often working alongside Shinobu and the other members of the corps.
Today, however, felt different. There was an undercurrent of anticipation in the air, a sense that something significant was about to unfold. Y/N brushed her long, dark hair behind her shoulder and stepped inside, the scent of medicinal herbs and freshly brewed tea greeting her like an old friend.
“Good morning, Y/N!” called out a voice from the other room. It was Kanao Tsuyuri, Shinobu’s apprentice, her cheerful disposition lighting up the space. Kanao was busy preparing a tray of herbal tea, her nimble fingers moving deftly as she arranged the delicate cups.
“Morning, Kanao!” Y/N replied, her voice warm and inviting. She joined Kanao at the table, helping to set out the cups. “Is Shinobu awake yet?”
Kanao shook her head, a hint of mischief in her eyes. “She’ll probably sleep in again. You know how she is after a long mission.” Y/N chuckled softly. “She’ll be up when she smells the tea.”
As they worked, the two young women exchanged stories and laughter, their bond growing stronger with each shared moment. The Butterfly Mansion was not just a place of healing; it was a sanctuary of friendship, where bonds were forged in the fires of adversity.
Just as they finished preparing the tea, a soft knock echoed through the hall. The sound was gentle yet firm, a contrast to the usual hurried footsteps of the slayers who passed through the mansion. Y/N exchanged a curious glance with Kanao before moving to open the door.
Standing there was a figure cloaked in a dark haori, the fabric heavy and worn. His presence was imposing, even more so because he was blind. Himejima Gyomei, the Stone Hashira, towered over Y/N, his muscular frame casting a long shadow across the threshold. Despite his blindness, there was an undeniable strength in his posture, a quiet confidence that demanded respect.
“Good morning,” Y/N greeted, her voice steady despite the surprise of his visit. “How can I help you?”
Gyomei tilted his head slightly, as if attuning his senses to the environment around him. “I seek the Insect Hashira,” he said, his voice deep and resonant, like the rumble of distant thunder. “I have come to discuss a matter of urgency.”
Y/N felt a rush of excitement mixed with apprehension. The Stone Hashira was known for his immense strength and unwavering resolve, but he was also a man of few words, often shrouded in an air of mystery. “Please, come in,” she said, stepping aside to allow him entry.
As he entered, the atmosphere shifted, the air thickening with the weight of his presence. Y/N led him to the main room, where the sunlight poured in through the open windows, illuminating the space with a warm glow. Kanao followed closely behind, her curiosity piqued by the unexpected visitor.
“Is Shinobu here?” Gyomei asked, his voice steady. “She should be waking up soon,” Y/N replied, gesturing toward the adjoining room. “Would you like some tea while you wait?”
Gyomei nodded, accepting the offer. Y/N poured him a cup, the steam rising in delicate wisps. As she handed it to him, she couldn’t help but notice the way he held the cup with such care, his fingers brushing against the porcelain as if he were savoring the moment.
“Thank you,” he said, taking a sip. “This is good.” Y/N felt a blush creep across her cheeks, pleased by his compliment.
GYOMEI HIMEJIMA | THE STONE HASHIRA
❝we are proud to live and die as human beings. don't act like your worthless ideas are supreme and force them on others.❞
hashira series, 9/9
Namu Amida Butsu. I sense a strong presence here… allow me to investigate.
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🔘What type of strong presence?
🔘What are you doing here?
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No Im not a Human x Demon Slayer Xover
You’re stationed at a Wisteria House after you have been discharged from duty as a slayer due to injury. You long to continue your duty as demon slayer, and your Master stations you at a Wisteria House so you can continue to serve purpose for the corps. There has been an increase in demon activities in your area and you’ve been notified to be alerted for demon slayers sent to your area, as well as to be on a lookout for demons. Due to the increased activity, there as been an increase in guests staying at your Wisteria House. Are they demons or are they slayers?
Yantober Day 13 Cupid's Arrow
(Warnings for yandere themes, etc.)
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