★ 【キャロット】 「思いやり」 ☆ ⊳ Giyu (demon Slayer) ✔ Republished W/permission

He’s got a point, to be honest.

[ Unravel : Part I ] Rengoku x Reader

[Rengoku x Reader]

What’s going on? 

Everything was happening in a blur. 

“Inosuke! Move for [Name]-San! Go!”

Tanjirou? 

Warm, desperate hands gripped [Name]’s haori. The same trembling arms wrapped around her frame, pulling her body into a sturdy build. Her senses were enveloped in the scent of embers and faintly of cinnamon. 

Rengoku Kyoujurou. Her love.

“K-Kyo—“ When she tried to talk, only blood split from her lips and her shoulders shook as she erupted into violent coughs. She curled more into her lover’s embrace as her hand shot up to her mouth as a futile attempt to stop the blood from getting everywhere.

It didn’t matter since there was already so much blood that had stained her haori and what was left of her uniform.

What was left. 

 There’s a hole in her stomach. 

She felt herself getting sick and dizzy as the demon’s arm began to disappear from her stomach. Her vision was blurring. It didn’t take long until she began to process the pain. The female Hashira struggled to breathe. She looked around her surroundings.

The kids had gone running after the demon that had impaled her. The demon was running into the forest, trying to get away from Tanjiro as the others followed close in pursuit. 

“[Name], look at me. Look at me!” Rengoku shook her shoulder to make at least an effort to keep her awake,”We are going to go see Shinobu-san and you are going to be fine!” 

She heard his usual positive tone began to waver and crack. She looked up to meet Rengoku’s panicked gaze. He pressed his hand hard against gaping hole in her stomach. 

“Please, [Name], please—“ He begged. “Please don’t go. You can’t leave Senjuro or our friends. You can’t leave me alone!” More tears began to stream down his cheeks as he noticed the blood began to seep through his fingers. 

Her memory began to recall back what happened. What she had done. 

•••

“Why is the Upper Moon Demon Three here?” Why now?” [Name] hissed, rolling the handle of her blade in her grasp. She lunged forward at the demon, who tried to land an attack on one of the younger demon slayers. She was already covered in scars and wounds from the previous battle. 

“Breath of the Petals! Fourth Style! Carousel of the Peony Garden!” She swung her blade as multiple petals appeared from her blade. 

... 

“Amazing, amazing!” The demon, whose named she learned was Akaza, had praised. [Name] glanced over towards Kyoujurou. Despite his radiant, enthusiastic expression, she knew he was getting tired. He was covered in his own blood. They were both nearing their limits, however, still determined to fight and defend the children who stood behind them.

“Let’s continue to fight for all eternity!” Akaza positioned himself to strike. She had to move.

She had to move! 

Now!

“Ninth Style... Purgatory!” 

The demon moved too fast for Rengoku, he wasn’t quick enough to comprehend what just happened nor see anything. Sand was kicked up and dust was everywhere.

By the time it disappeared, he noticed a familiar mob of [hair color] hair in front of him. His heart stopped.

“... [Name]?” 

The demon had plunged its arm through her stomach, his nails nearly touching Rengoku’s chest.

The Flower Hashira had jumped in front of him to save his life. [Name]’s angered glare made contact with the demon’s veined eyes until the rising of the sun caught her attention. Veins protruded from her forehead and arms as she threw her blade aside and gripped onto Akaza with all her might.

“You are not going anywhere! I am not going to let you go!” She screeched as pain blew up like millions of needles stabbing her in her stomach. Akaza grabbed her arms, digging his nails into them. 

“Let go, you bitch!” He screamed back, squeezing her wrists, nearly snapping them. 

She smirked. 

For some reason, that absolutely pissed him off.

“I’m not going to ever let go... Until your head gets chopped off.”

Inosuke appeared at their side, getting ready to swing until Akaza had ripped off his arms to evade their attacks.  [Name] stood there for a moment before swaying and falling.

The demon had fled into the woods with the others slayers in pursuit. All except for one. 

•••

[Name] gasped multiple times in an attempt to breathe. At a distance, she could hear Tanjirou scream. Her attention shifted back towards her lover when she felt tear drops drip onto her cheek.

“Oh Kyoujurou...” She quietly rasped. She tasted the metallic on her tongue and felt it drip down her chin. She took a moment to glance down. She wished she hadn’t. Blood had stained her entire haori. Her once beautiful white drab was now tainted in red. Her uniform was torn and she could see the hole in the middle of her stomach. She couldn’t see what was in the hole since the Rengoku’s hand was pressing hard against it. 

What was the point? She knew she wasn’t going to last long. 

“No, my love. Look at me.” Her love repeated, in a shaky voice. His palm gently pressed against her cheek and tilted her face up towards him. 

She’s never seen him so sad before. 

She reached up to brush her fingertips against his cheek to wipe away some tears. 

“Why... Why did you do it?” He quietly muttered. Although he was no longer dynamic, he was trying so hard to compose himself. 

She smiled weakly. “Because I love you.” She cupped his cheek and slowly leaned up to press a kiss onto his own. 

He kissed back, hard. He wrapped his arms around her once more and pressed her against his body. He held her tight like she could be taken away at any moment now. 

She was going to die. 

“[Name], that’s not fair— You’re so reckless.” More tears formed in his eyes when he pulled away. She noticed how his shoulders visibly trembled. “We were suppose to get married. We were suppose to have kids, I—“ He took her hand from his cheek and held it against his chest,

“I wanted to have a life with you.” 

[Name] started to cry. “Kyoujurou  ... I’m so sorry.” With her remaining strength, she squeezed his hand. “Maybe...” She smiled,”We can be together longer in another life.” She coughed once more. She sputtered more blood, even staining his haori. 

Another sob choked from the Flame Pillar as he pressed his forehead against her temple and begged,”I don’t want another life. I want you alive with me here and now. Just stop talking— Reserve your strength! I can save you! Shinobu!—“ 

His cries were interrupted as she kissed him once more. Despite the pain and agony, she wound her arms around his neck. He melted into her embrace. When she pulled away, she felt herself began to fade as she fell back into his chest. 

“I... I love you.” She muttered.

Rengoku positioned her to look at her face once more and panicked as he saw the light waning from her eyes. He cupped her cheek and began to shake her, begging her not to go. She placed a faint kiss on his palm. 

As her vision dwindled, she heard the other demon slayers run by and were yelling. 

“[Name]-san, don’t leave us!”

“Stupid plant bitch, you can’t die! You promised me you fight me!”

“Please fight! You can stay alive! No! [Name]-san!” 

“[Name], no! I love you, too! I love you! Don’t leave me behind!”

“[NAME]!”

She was gone. 

“AAAHHH! NO, [NAME]!”

Kyoujurou Rengoku embraced his now dead lover tightly, gently rocking her as the last pointless attempt for her to wake up. He sobbed loudly, begging the moment to just be a terrible nightmare. If only it was. 

News spread quickly about the Flower Pillars death. Many of the fellow pillars were distraught and furious. When the Fire Pillar and the other demon slayers came back to their master’s estate, none of the other pillars asked questions nor bothered them. This should have been natural in the demon world. However, it still hurt to lose someone like [Name]. She was a great friend and like a loving sister. 

Mitsuri, the Love Pillar, consulted and comforted the newly demon slayers the best she could. When the Rengoku family had heard the news, Senjuro constantly cried while their father had screamed in denial until he demanded to see her body. 

The Flame Pillar was the one to bring her home; to bring home her body. It was covered in his haori while he had her bloodstained one draped over one of his arms. He buried her near Ubayashiki estate where everyone could see her. 

Days have passed and Kyoujurou Rengoku had been rarely seen around. Other pillars have talked about him; when they interact with him, his positive attitude is forced and his eyes are bloodshot with bags under them. 

It was just one fateful day when Rengoku had visited his lover’s grave.

Except it had been dug up and her body was missing. 

giMME THE BOX

Muzan:*exists*

Me who had barely any idea of the anime and just had a person on Instagram posting some pictures of it and decide to search who the fuck he was:

please let me hug this bby ༼ つ ಥ_ಥ ༽つ

Not all heroes wear capes. Mine wear haori.

Hey Exiled. I wanted to say that your fics are super amazing and as an aspiring writer, I want to be as good as you. Hope you are doing well.

Possible Trigger Warning(?)

This is for if/when your requests open up again, but imagine Xiao or Albedo with an s/o that’s being tortured and they’re forced to watch. Like they can’t do anything to save them and end up losing their s/o. (I mean for this to inflict pain as this is my favorite troupe. It can honestly work with anyone; I just chose these two boys because they are my favorites)

Today we woke up and we chose violence 🤝finally got around to working on this, I think it's about time I seriously manifest Hu Tao even tho I'm all fluffy lately ywy I love this community, you all give me the best brain juice ehehh Edit: Also also awww thank you for your kind words, sweetie, I'm sure you're already good in your own way!

Blood Money

Albedo and Xiao witness their S/O getting tortured... Blood, violence, the obvious stuff. And also death warning, read at your own risk. (masterlist)

With every punch sends nothing but painful regret into his gut.

His fragile and weak body was beaten into submission, and Albedo comes to spite himself over realizing just how useless he is without his Vision, how useless he would be with it either way. Maybe if he knew the things that would transpire, he would have taken great consideration into mastering his element.

The cloaked man pulls harshly at his ruined braid, forcing him to watch now in full attention.

He almost vomits at the sound of your bone grinding and snapping as they pull it back, your grazed throat able to let out a choked scream that sends shivers to his own body. For the first time in his whole life, tears threatened to spill as it forms at the brim of his eyes.

"Please..." the sword embedded in your side twists to deliver a seering pain, another scream forcing its way through your senseless whimpers, "Please... let them go..."

Your face was smacked flat against the floor, breathing heavy but barely there as a foot presses at the nape of your neck, placing a dangerous weight at your spine/throat as your oxygen supply starts to fade.

"That person right there is the reason your research has been stagnant," the one holding him down spoke in held fury as he chooses his words through grinded teeth, "Khaenri'ah needs its cure and you're here playing house. You ought to learn your lesson."

You're awfully silent and still. Albedo's sedated body struggles helplessly, breathe quickening as fear in its purest form bubbles within him. He gingerly calls out your name; no response, it only made the man put more pressure on your neck.

"No, please, stop. I was- I was on an expedition, in Dragonspine. I was sent by the Knights- I-I couldn't refuse..."

A swift, muffled crack makes him scream. Horrified and shocked. The tears are now that of a waterfall, sobs and cries for your name in hopes that you would respond. You didn't.

"Wrong answer."

Ever since the day Albedo comes walking into Mondstadt with your corpse cradled in his arms, not even the Knights had seen him walk out of his laboratory, dead eyes never meeting anyone's stare. The Alchemist is in grief and denial, that's what they theorized, for the reason that Albedo never once muttered anything else under his breath besides his research.

Timaeus and Sucrose, despite being apprentices and assistants, never stepped foot into his laboratory either. Banned, even. Klee too never had the chance to see him again, his laboratory was permanently locked. Perhaps he just needed time, something all the Knights thought.

"I'm almost done," and time is exactly what he wants. Even if you're nothing but a rotting corpse in his lab, he'll get to you soon enough. "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. I'll defy those laws for you, my love."

Xiao and the constant plague of his built up karma haunts him whether he has his eyes closed or not.

The problem with it is the fact that when it manifests, it's usually a vivid phenomenon that only he is witness to. It alarms him more than anyone of its recent manifestations, corrupting nearby Hilichurls and whole cavern of monsters, his debt is sipping and he's not sure what else it could hurt, because it can hurt anything at this point.

So when he lifts his head from his usual shackles of karmic binds, he was more than horrified to see you, his ray of hope entangled the same way. "What are you doing here-" his sudden question halts upon your pained grunt, the binds wrapped around your arms pulling in opposite directions.

The pain is slow and daunting, Xiao realized at the way your face scrunches up as it pulls more. Desperate to stop your hurting, he struggles against his own karmic binds. Yet the thousand years of burden do not relent so easily.

"Our lives are cut off because of your slaughter. What makes you think you deserve reconciliation with life after taking thousands of others?"

A bind finds its way around your throat and tightens, your grunts muffled into choking desperately for air, body writhing in an effort to pull away from all your shackles. Xiao doesn't like it, not one bit of how he struggles to break free, how powerless he feels at the current situation when he should be protecting you from harm.

"Xi..." He tugs at his left arm to angle his leg, hoping to latch it around the upper bind to pull it. What was of his composure now when his desperation and alarm is evident on his face? "X-Xiao ngh-"

Distracted from his own struggles, Xiao peels his stare away and onto your form, eye widening and moistening at the sight of red and blood forming by the junction of your arms and torso. A manifestation of the consumed festered souls summons behind your form with a wicked smile, long nails of jet black traces your flexed body while piercing at your skin as it passes.

Your struggles for air mixes in with pain raised tenfold, breathless screams for every puncture. You couldn't even look at him anymore. "Please," the Yaksha cries out in his most vulnerable, "Stop hurting them. Please... This is between you and me..."

"If you want us to stop,

then you'll have to stop too."

In the domain of his mind, only those that lingers, that should linger are the thousands of devoured, demonic souls that make up his debt. There is no room for anything else. Xiao hangs his head low and there he weeps in silence in a place where he is not a weapon, only a man reminiscent of his youngness and naivety.

Here he is no Xiao.

Here he is Alatus.

They smile.

"Xiao?" You wave your hand by his face, snapping your fingers (and failed miserably) enough times for him to finally zone out of his sudden trance in the middle of your comversation. "Is something wrong?" Your confused expression is different from his steeled, yet wide eyed one.

And without a word, he vanished from your sight. A look over his shoulder, of regret and hurt, was the last of your memory of him. In his eyes you are dead to him; in his mind your light has no place in it.

I have realized I do not want to scar you that much. Ironically. Asks spam after this so turn your notifs off after.

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Giyu Tomioka x Fem! Pillar! Reader

[Aftermath]

Giyu keeps making me straight so I made this lmao-

Hope you enjoy!

WARNING: Heavy manga spoilers ahead!

The world has never looked so peaceful. The aura that used to emit before Muzan's downfall was horrifying to look at, but you were used to it. This peaceful world you live in is very new to you.

You were sitting on the engawa of your shared home with Giyu, waiting for the sun to rise. You can hardly sleep these past few months. How could you, when you weren't able to save her? You stare down at your hands, its wounds nearly healed. The calluses created from your relentless training and fighting have disappeared. Your hands felt empty. Actually empty. It was where the hilt of your sword belonged.

You hug your knees to your chest. All of this is a good change, yet you reminisced the past where you would attend to your duties as a pillar.

You reminisced the past where everyone was still alive.

~

Giyu had finally woken up, and finds you sitting on the engawa as usual. He doesn't disturb you and just watched you from afar, admiring how your hair swayed lightly to the breeze. In the past, not even once, you let your hair down. It was always tied back neatly. It's a small change that Giyu admired. But it was also a change that he would rather not have, as you've never looked so weak.

~

That day, he's never seen you so vulnerably broken. Tanjiro and Nezuko were together, crying in each other's arms. He has finally turned back to human, with the price of Kanao's sight.

He was desperately finding you, asking anyone he stumbles upon. It was such a sight for others, seeing the usually stoic water pillar to be in tears and in distress. Then he hears you calling his name.

With no second to lose, he starts running despite in pain. He follows the sound of your voice calling out to him. He finally finds you and wrapped his only arm aroud your shoulders, both falling on your knees. An anguished cry escapes your lips as you hugged back. He soon breaks away from you and caressed your cheek as he takes a good look at you. Your face was stained with blood, sweat and tears. Your right eye was scratched and bloodied. You wore a broken expression as all color was drained from your once bright face. It was a painful sight for Giyu, to see the only woman he loves wounded and in pain.

You hug him once again, your head resting on his chest. "I couldn't save her, Giyu! She's gone! Shinobu's gone!!" your breath rasped in your throat.

He rubs your back as he nuzzled his face into your hair. He knew you and Shinobu were such close friends. Because of this reason, he allowed the Insect Pillar to tease him since it always made you laugh. He wasn't the best at making jokes, so he always envied her for making you laugh like that.

Now, she's gone. She's not going to make you laugh anymore. You lost your best friend. And Giyu knows the feeling all too well.

"He should have taken me! I-I should have..."

He cuts you off by hugging you tighter. He won't allow you to say such words. It'll break every part of him. He can't lose you.

He can lose himself, but not you.

~

It was horrible and painful for him. The first few weeks, he has to listen to you cry yourself to sleep. Sometimes, you wouldn't even eat. He honestly didn't know what to do, and it's killing him. After a few months, you stopped crying, as if you've cried your last set of tears already. He accompanies you every week to the Butterfly Estate to visit Kanao, and you still do.

Your right eye has healed, but the [E/C] of your eye was no longer vivid. It was a faded color now, and you're half blind. Giyu thought you looked beautiful, but it was a broken kind of beautiful. He missed your bright smile and eyes as it would make his chest all warm and fuzzy.

He takes a deep breath, and walks over to you. You hear his footsteps and turn to him with a smile.

Giyu wavered every time you smile at him like that.

He hopes to fix that broken smile of yours someday.

He sits beside you and you lean on his shoulder. Your smile quickly fades. After so many weeks, you can feel the familiar sting of hot tears begin to well in your eyes. "I'm sorry..." you said softly, before tears start streaming down your face.

Giyu can hear you sniffle. He adjusts to look at you as he holds your chin, making you look up at him. The sight of his exhausted eyes only made you cry harder.

He was tired of seeing you like this. He's tired of seeing you so weak and miserable. He can't take it anymore. "[Y/N], I should be the one who's sorry."

"I'm sorry for not being there for you. I'm sorry all I could do was hug you and listen to you cry. I don't deserve you, I'm well aware of that. But please let me change that..." he rests his forehead against yours. "Talk to me, [Y/N]. I can't stand seeing you like this."

He wipes away your tears and caressed your cheek. You hold his hand and move to place a gentle kiss on his palm. "I'm sorry as well. I'm sorry for ignoring you. I'm sorry if I was keeping all of this to myself."

You finally look up and kissed his forehead tenderly. "Let's not let their deaths be in vain. Let's be happy in the world they sacrificed their lives to save."

Finally, you smile. A genuine and bright smile that he thought he'll never see again. Your eyes sparkled, wet from the tears. He's never seen you so beautiful. It wasn't a broken kind nor the bright kind.

It was the hopeful kind.

His lips brush against yours as the sun rises. He parts from you, and you giggle. "What's with that dazed look you have?"

Giyu blushed and just hides his face in the crook of your neck. You comb his hair with a satisfied expression. "Shut up."

"I love you too." you smile.

As his face was hidden, he smiles to himself. His heart is beating rapidly at the way you giggled like that.

Someday, he'll make you laugh. It can be tomorrow, the next day after tomorrow - it doesn't matter. He's got all the time in the world, after all.

And he'll do better than that annoying mosquito Shinobu.

kindness is a strenght

a small tanjirou animation 💮 I love this boy so much he’s so kind and pure… and I had a lot of fun making this! I read the manga a few days ago, what an emotional rollercoaster ahhh ;;