Shinaguzawa Genya - Blog Posts

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Genya 😔

Hey

More pet au real fast

Ya know, because it won

More Genya cause i thought someone I know had asked for it but apparently it was something else that I will also be working on

Possible angst?

Lots of miscommunication and misunderstandings (ironic, right?)

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It had been a few months since you had purchased him and, possibly unintentionally, reunited him with his brother.

It had been long enough that you all had gone through a few of the common human holidays.

He had already known of these from past owners but none had gone as out of the way as you had.

The home was decorated to the point of when he saw it complete, he almost mistaked what house he was in. Even the smell had changed to what you had called "peppermint" for one, "cinnamon" or "pumpkin" for another. It was a strange smell that overwhelmed him at first, but you had lowered it when you saw the effect it had on your two demons.

That was another strange thing about you.

You CARED.

You paid attention to what upset them and what didn't. You did things that were inconvenient to yourself with little to no prompting from them.

So when he ended up hearing things he was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to, he is both surprised and not.

Not surprised that there was a price to the kindness, but a little at what the price was.

He had seen you and Sanemi enter a specific room at least once a day after the year ending holiday happened. He attempted to ignore it at first, doing his best to hurry past the room that he'd almost always hear some sort of grunting from.

However, it was difficult when he knew it was happening to his BROTHER. And a little awkward for him as well.

He didn't want to intervene at first, not wanting to make it worse for him or his brother, but when he really started to see how tired his brother looked even several hours after, Genya's worry got the best of him.

He had gone up to Sanemi, questions spilling from his mouth on "Why? How? Why would you agree?" One after another. Both wanting to know the arrangement his beloved brother had agreed to, but wanting to stay ignorant at the same time.

Sanemi had to grab a hold of him to get Genya to stop talking long enough to get a proper question out of him. He only succeeded in getting some sort of mish-mash of "door.. pains...owner.."

It took a while, but Sanemi managed to piece together something about Genya's worry with how bad he looks when he leaves the locked room.

Sanemi was confused, why was Genya so worried?

"It's fine. It's just to let off some steam. Why do you look so freaked out?"

Genya's worry quickly changed to almost straight up denial.

"Wait, you're not being forced? You.. you enjoy that?! With THEM?!"

Forced? Now Sanemi was VERY confused. Actually, now that he thought about it, how do you force exercise?

"What? No, of course not! It's just to help us. Plus, it's just fun. The heck is wrong with you today?"

"FUN?!" What was happening?! He never thought Sanemi like something like that! Especially with a human.

Sanemi slammed his hand on the carpeted floor, succeeding in making a 'thud' and looked Genya in the eyes.

"What the hell are you talking about?! 'Cause clearly we're not talking about the same thing!" Sanemi was pissed. He was being judged for something and he was pretty sure it was for it was something completely irrelevant to the current conversation.

"W-wha.. um.. do I really have to say it?" Genya was going slightly red, it was difficult enough for him when he was hinting at it, but to down right say it? He might as well die on the spot.

"If you want me to understand what the hell you're talking about me being ashamed for something that is helping me.." It was weird to admit out loud. He had been denying it for so long with you, and now he had to practically yell it to his brother so he would stop freaking out.

"Uh- ya know... you and.. the master... doin.." He tried to make as vague of a hand gesture as possible, leading to Sanemi just looking at him for a long moment.

He was almost worried he had seriously angered Sanemi somehow when said brother started laughing uncontrollably. What was so funny?

Sanemi was in TEARS. Genya thought he was doing THAT?! And with the master no less! He couldn't help it. The misunderstanding almost made sense, and that just made him laugh harder.

He hadn't laughed this hard in a long time, and what he was laughing at was one of the best things possible in his mind. (In the very back of his head, a little voice tucked away the thought that his little brother even knew about that possibility away for later, now was a time for laughter)

"It's EXERCISE!! Nothing more! And definitely not that." His face quickly changed to disgust, no wonder Genya was so confused.

"Yeah, the room you were talkin about, it's got a bunch of at home exercise equipment. Ya know, treadmills, weights, that kinda stuff. Not that crap, ya pervert."

"Oh"

Genya couldn't get more red if he tried. To make such a mistake! He wanted to hide in a hole for the rest of his life...

Genya was snaped out of his thoughts be an arm hoisting him up to stand. He looked at Sanemi confused as he led him out of the room and down the hall, only realizing what he was doing when they stopped in front of the door that started the whole thing.

"Ya wanna see?"

Sanemi was offering him to come with. It felt weird, knowing what he had thought was going on in here, only to now be proven (thankfully) wrong.

"Uh, I guess?"

Sanemi opened the door and guided him in, seeing just what he had described. Weights and other equipment everywhere. It wasn't the biggest room in the house, but it was definitely not the smallest. It needed to be for the amount of stuff in there.

They heard some clanking and looked over to see you putting a bar back on the bench press hooks.

"Hey! You're late." You were talking to Sanemi, but you weren't angry, more confused than anything. "What took ya so long?"

"Sorry," Sanemi started, walking over to you, grabbing a water bottle on the way from the mini fridge you both had put in here a while ago. "Had to clear something up real fast with him."

Sanemi pointed back to his brother, who stood there like a dear in headlights.

You were just sitting there, but you were in a tanktop with shorts, sweating, and chugging some water. It felt cliché, but his face started to warm again. You were just talking with Sanemi, laying down to get back to your workout, Sanemi getting in position to spot you.

Grnta more or less just watched for a while, seeing his brother going ham on one of the punching bags. He really did look like he was having fun.

This was... a weird home.

But a home he would like to keep if allowed..

A demon is never allowed anything...

Yooo! I'm writing something!

This is a kny pet au thing

Mah friend wanted some Genya, so that's what she's getting :)

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Why was he so unlucky?

He knows he deserves this. He knows he did everything wrong. He knows it's all his fault.

Genya knows he left him. He knows Sanemi will say that he had to, but he doesn't believe that. He could have helped him. He could have just stayed. He could have done anything other than just leave.

So, he knows he deserves all the pain. Home after home. All the same.

He had been starved to the point of cannibalism. Only then did he get the energy his body needed to truly grow.

But it was too late. He was already out of the ring by the time his everything increased. No longer small enough to be wanted as a simple house pet.

His last one saw the potential the first one thought they did.

So, he ended up right back in the ring. Full circle.

All the pain he went through for nothing. Except now, he doesn't have his big brother's shoulder to cry on when being the chew toy of the ring was too much.

Execpt now, he isn't a chew toy. He's one of the fighters. One of the killers. And he hates himself for it. He never wanted this. All he and his brother ever wanted was to he left alone.

Left in that alleyway to fend for themselves. But at least then they didn't have to kill their own kind.

Everyone knew who's territory was who's. No one had to fight.

And now, everything is flipped.

You ONLY get food if you kill. You can't show mercy, that's not fun to watch.

So, there he was, lying in his cage, waiting to be called in for his 5th fight in the last hour.

The pain is unbearable.

The throbbing in his head. The aching in his limbs. The water overflowing from his eyes. The blood still in his mouth. The footsteps walking his wa-

Genya jerks up. A little too fast as now his headache is back tenfold.

He waits a moment to get his vision cleared back up before slowly crawling as close as he dared to the bars of his little cage. He looked through just in time to see his handler and a new person walking up to the other cages.

The person was you.

He had never seen you before but there was something familiar about you. He knew it wasn't your appearance. He always remembers a human. It's hard to forget those he fears with his whole being.

But no. He has never seen you before in his life. But there was SOMETHING about you that made him happy. That made him feel safe. And he didn't like how powerful it was.

By the time you got around to his cage, it was clear what you were there for.

You were here... to buy one of them? From a fighting ring? He had never heard of such a thing.

Getting rescues? Sure. That was how HE was adopted after all. But straight out of the ring? Were you insane?

You must have been because the next thing he knew, you were standing right in front of him. You looked down at him with an expression of almost recognition.

"This one. This is the one I want."

The handler and Genya both shared a look of shock.

You wanted him? There was no way. But there was no hesitation in your voice. It was clear there was no changing your mind.

He wasn't sure if he was happy about this or not. Yes, he wanted out. Out of the ring. Out of the fowl air that always held the scent of death.

But did he really want to take the chance of a worse home? He knew it could get a lot worse for him easily.

However, just as always, he doesn't have a choice. And next thing he knows, you're handing over a large stack of cash to his, now old, handler. He was being drug out of his cage by his neck, just as the man had always done to get him out.

But, once he was handed to you, you held his chain with a much more gentle hold. Not one held high enough for him to just sit there and choke him. Not ine that held him so close to you he was practically leaned against your leg, only to get hit for touching a human without permission.

You held it with a hold that actually gave him room to move his head and even shimmy back if needed.

The words exchanged between you two were short, and soon he was being brought outside. He was being brought over to a newer looking car. You opened the door to the passenger seat and looked at him.

He was greatly confused. Was there someone else coming with?

It seemed he took too long as the next thing he knew, you were picking him up and placing him in said seat. It made no sense, however, as the front seats were for humans, not for demons.

Nonetheless, you close the door and walk around to the driver side.

He doesn't dare to move. How could he? You put him in a human seat. And he had no room to question you.

So he sat there, perfectly still the whole way. He couldn't help himself looking out the window, watching as the buildings slowly turned to trees.

Where were they going? He had never been out of the city. Even with the number of houses he had been to, they were practically down the street from each other.

A few more minutes into the ride, and you're pulling off to a dirt road, up a small hill, and past a gate, right to the front of a rather large house.

Not a mansion, not by a long shot. But a nice, two story house that was clearly cared for. Plants galore and a visible green house in the back.

Was that where he was staying? It would be difficult to stay out of the sun, but it was still better than other homes.

You pulled up to the house, climbing out of the car before going around to open the door and even helping him climb out, too.

He started to go down a train of thought of how surprisingly kind you've been with him but was abruptly cut off by yet another wave of feeling calm and safe to be around you.

It wasn't just you anymore, however. As of now, it seemed no matter where he was, all around him was "calm, safe, trust, love."

It was faint in the car as well. He realized quickly it was the smell, but he wasn't sure what scent would make him feel this to such an extreme.

As he thought of this, he mindlessly walked behind you, not even realizing he had followed you INTO THE HOUSE until carpet met his bare feet.

When he did come back to his senses, he tried to step back out quickly, only to hit the door you had just shut.

"I'm home! And I brought someone with I think you'll want to see!" You had called out like he was an old friend.

He was scared, completely out of his element in a human house. He tried to calm himself but found it a little too easy as the nice smell seemed to be everywhere in here.

"I'm right here." A voice came out of nowhere that resided on the couch.

You walked over and started talking to the one laid out of the couch. The couch was faced away from him, so he couldn't see who it was, but the voice seemed oddly familiar, too.

However, when you introduced him and the one on the furniture whipped his head around fast enough to send it flying off, Genya was left with no more wondering.

Now more wondering of the calming smell, or the familiar voice, why it all made him feel safe.

The owner of it all was the dear brother he was so afraid to see.

"'Nemi..?"

I legit forgot that I made this🤡 Anyway, I did this on my phone a while back, so here ya go💜

[KNY spoiler]

Do you guys think that Sanemi and Kanae often disagree on their different treatment over Shinobu and Genya,

and when they watch the lights faded in their little siblings' eyes as Kanae dies in Shinobu's arms, and Sanemi watches Genya crumbling away,

do you wonder, at that time, if they think " You were right, Sanemi/Kanae. "

Continuation of the one with Kuina (I am working on the Haganezuka comic)

A 'What-If' situation where Kuina is the one monitoring the Final Selection with Kiriya instead of Kanata.

Based on:

Have some scribbles of my stress-relief drawings that I made. (While I am speeding through my projects)

This one is a 'What-if' where Kuina is the one attending the Final Selection with Kiriya instead of Kanata. This should have a second part where Kuina slaps Genya cause she's known as the 'Slap Princess' (slay.)

Based on this:

Another a What-If where I continue my small headcanon where Obanai and Zenitsu has the possibility to be related

Will have a few other parts of this one. I always love the interaction between Obanai and Zenitsu in the Academy spin off.

AHH THEY'RE ALL SO CUTE

Let's go last episode next week!! 😭✊✊💕💕

Some thoughts of the recent episode:

1. I have severely underestimated Mitsuri's strength and capability in the manga, holy moly she's astoundingly strong and it shows in the anime! She singlehandedly stopped one of the dragon with her bare hands!

2. I, too, have underestimated Genya's strength when he becomes partially demon...like I forgot that trees have deep roots and the tree that he threw is so big how the hell he's so amazing

3. NEZUKO BEING SO AMAZED WITH MITSURI THEY'RE SO CUTE SISTERS DUO

4. Tanjirou strikes again with his wholehearted words for Mitsuri! :D

5. Really, REALLY love how Tanjirou gets so pissed over Hantengu. He hates this cowardly demon, who victimized himself. He has no mercy for Hantengu.

6. I love Mitsuri's family, but I keep thinking on how crestfallen they would be when they received the news of Mitsuri's fate after the final battle :((

KNY Episode 6 ft Genya and the Kamado siblings

They were just kids, man 😕. I just noticed that Genya having less injuries from his other siblings is because he's holding the youngest one, who received the most attack and shield his body 😕. Man Sanemi and Genya aren't my favorite but they suffer so much.

Imagine Genya seeing Nezuko and Tanjirou hug and just think like " they have such a good siblings relationship " 😕😕😕

On today's episode of KNY duos

I need to see them more, this demonic duo

Incorrect word used, sorry. It should've said " copying Genya "

Gotogue didn't have an arc of them together cause there will be only chaos.

Best friends, platonic, romantic partners, I can see them with anything. I really want to see Genya with Nezuko's power tho.

Strength;

Pairing: Muichiro, Genya, and Kanae

Content warning: mentions of being kidnapped

Word count: 905 words

Readers sex: female

This is a request for @ultravioletqueen!

Masterlist

Muichiro-

Muichiro squeezed your hand as the two of you walked down a path, you finally felt safe.. you have had such a troubling past, that it made it hard to trust, but you never gave up.

Muichiro would probably say that’s one of his favorite things about you; your Optimism. No matter how bad the situation is, you find a way to look at the good.

The two of you walked hand and hand in silence until you noticed a face that you knew you would never forget, your breath hitched as you stopped in your tracks.

The man smirked at you as he got closer, you tried to tug your boyfriend in the other direction, but it was too late. “What a coincidence see you here, it’s been what? 4 years doll? We’ve missed you.”

You just stared at the man, speechless. You felt hot tears fall down your face, as you stood there unable to speak or move. Muichiro looked at you then the man, “she’s fine; leave.” He spoke with anger laced in his voice.

“She can speak for herself.” The man spoke trying to get closer to you, Muichiro placed himself infront of you. “I know she can, but I’ll speak for her this one time. Get the fuck out of our face.” He spoke protectively.

The man just chuckled walking away, sure to caress your arm on his way out. You kept your composure till you knew he was gone, when he was gone you fell to the ground sobbing.

Muichiro pulled you into his chest, running his fingers through your hair whispering encouraging words in your ear. You sobbed into the man’s chest, gripping his shirt tightly.

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Muichiro carried you hope as you sobbed in his chest, when the two of you got inside you ran into the room, sobbing under the sheets. You were usually so strong, this behavior was foreign to the man.

The man gathered some of your favorite snacks and drinks, carrying it in the room quietly. “Angel..?” He spoke gently, placing your stuff on the dresser.

You peaked out from under the covers slightly, looking at the man who had a soft smile on his face. “Wanna talk about it?” He asked as he got under the covers with you, pulling you against his chest.

“Maybe later babe.. right now, this is perfect.”

Genya-

Genya laid on his back, sleeping peacefully. He was a very light sleeper, so when he could sleep he enjoyed it. You were holding his hand dragging him toward a park that you had always wanted to go to, when he felt you tossing and turning beside him.

He opened an eye to see you panting heavily, sweating, while looking distressed in your sleep. This woke the man up instantly, he shook your body gently while trying to wake you, “babe?”

You whimpered while beginning to cry, “baby! Wake up!” You shot up with tears streaming down your face. You gripped the man’s shirt, looking at him with hot tears streaming down your face.

“I… I’m sorry… you can go back to bed now… I’ll be back!” You spoke anxiously, before throwing the covers off your body, running to the bathroom locking the door behind you.

Genya knocked lightly on the door, right behind you, “open up baby..” he spoke gently on the other side of the door.

You unlocked the door before sliding down the wall sobbing into your knees as you pulled them close to your chest. Genya sighed softly, devastated to see you in such a stage. “Come here princess.” He spoke pulling you into his lap. You choked as you tried to speak to the man with you face stuffed into his chest.

“We don’t have to talk about it now dear.. just rest..”

Kanae-

Kanae walked beside you and Shinobu with a soft smile, you admired the woman as you were starstruck at the girl you called yours.

She giggled squeezing your hand, “I’m not going anywhere dear, you don’t have to stare.” You looked away feeling your face heat up, she had caught you in the act.

The three of you began to walk on a beautiful bridge, you were so distracted that you didn’t notice what was happening until shinobu began to get angry at the man that had the young girl by a rope, you looked at the scene appalled.

“Give her to us!” You demanded getting in the man’s face, clutching your sword. “She’s not for sale!” The man yelled, you felt yourself beginning to see red, so could kanae. She threw money up, as you sliced the rope. Shinobu grabbed the girl running away with kanae and you.

You looked down feeling the rage still coursing through your veins, when the four of you arrived at the butterfly mansion, shinobu took the girl away. You went away from the trio, feeling like you needed to get away.

Kanae rushed behind you, grabbing your arm to turn you toward her. “Are you okay, love?” She asked looking at your angered state. You just nodded your head, not wanting to verbally respond.

“Whatever’s wrong, we can talk about it babe.” She spoke gently pulling you closer to her. “I just remember when I was in her position…” you whispered looking down feeling the tears roll down your face.

“Oh love.. let it out.. let’s go lay down and talk about it.”

How the men of DS react to you calling yourself dirty;

Pairing: Sanemi, Kyojuro, and Genya

Content warning: heavy mentions of being sold, degrading, feeling of not being good enough, self degrading, and swearing this may be slightly heavier in the language used toward the reader!

Word count: 2.3k words

Readers sex: female

This is an anonymous request!

Masterlist

Senemi-

Men were gathered around you, insulting ever part of your exposed body. The men saw you as their own, so the insults were something you learned to live with.

The torment you faced at their hands was endless; the degrading, the beating, the never being good enough. It would do anything to anybody, yet nobody was willing to help you.

The torment you faced was no secret to the busy district you reside in, everyone always turned the other cheek, except for a certain hot head.

Two men were dragging you by your arms to the next location, your body hung helpless, presumably dead to the people who cared to look her way.

When the men brought you to the thousandth alleyway you’ve been in, when a deep voice is heard from behind you. “What the hell do you think you’re doing with her?” The man asked angrily as he walked toward the two men.

“What is it to you?! Mind your own business!” One of the man yelled as he began to walk forward. You suddenly fell to the ground, not strong enough to hold your own body at this point. Your body ached as you laid lifeless on the cold concrete ground, you have truly given up.

“I’ll get you somewhere safe.” Spoke the white haired man as he lifted you up into his buff arms, running at a fast pace. This felt like a dream, and you refused to believe other, how else would this be happening?

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When you woke up, you saw the white haired man preparing food with a scowl. “S..Sir..” you spoke with a slight tremble to your voice.

He turned to face you with no emotion, “It looked like you needed help; I’m Sanemi. I’m a Hashira for the demon slayer corps.” He spoke surprising calm.

You sunk to your knees sighing in relief; for once it didn’t feel like your guard needed to be up. He continued to make the food silently observing you from a distance.

“Do you have a shower..?” You asked quietly from the place you sat. “Down the hall.” He spoke as he began to set the table; seemingly unfazed by your hesitance.

You rushed down the shower to get the filth that covered your body off; you didn’t think much about clothes nor towels, you just wanted to get out of the shit that made you feel dirtier than you already do.

When the hot water hit your back, you felt goosebumps cover your body. You leaned your head back, taking in all the warmth from the shower. For the first time in a long time, you were relaxed.

You watched as the dirt washed off your body, down the drain. You wanted to cry seeing the state you were in, but you kept it together.

When you washed your hair and body, you stepped out the shower, that’s when the realization hit. You didn’t have any clothes other than the dirty ones you wore, and you honestly refused to wear that.

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“Sanemi..” you whispered tip toeing out to the kitchen, he turned his head to see you covered only by a towel. His face flushed a bright red, before he looked away. “Y/n! Yes?” He spoke obviously flustered from seeing you in so little clothes.

It didn’t dawn on you that the hashira may not be used to seeing people like this; living in the red light caused you to adapt to habits that others would deem inappropriate.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize this isn’t normal to other! May I have some clothes please!” You spoke quickly before running back to the bathroom to shut the door.

You sat there flustered for a moment, sliding down the door to the ground. “Stupid..” you whispered to yourself before, holding your head with your hands.

There was a soft knock from the opposite side of the door, before you heard footsteps walk away from the door. You cracked open the door in confusion, before seeing some clothes placed neatly on the ground.

You put on the white long sleeved shirt with some shorts on that he provided, they fit quite big on you, but you wouldn’t complain.

Once you had your clothes gathered, walked out to the kitchen with your head down, “I’m sorry that you have filth in your clothes.. I’ll wash mine soon..” you whispered before walking out to the deck.

The man rushed out behind you, seemingly angry. “What do you mean filth?” He asked looking at you with anger. “I didn’t get anything on them! I’m sorry if I made it seem like that! It’s just.. I’m dirty… I’ve been touched and abused time and time again.. nothing clean about my body..” you spoke with tears in your eyes as your bowed from your knees.

“Please don’t say that.. you have a past, that’s true; but it doesn’t make you dirty.. you’re beautiful from what I see..” he spoke looking away from you red covering his face.

It was the start of a beautiful relationship.

Kyojuro-

A flame was all you saw before you blacked out; you have a bad habit of passing out when you experience great stress.

This came in hand just as much as it bit you in the ass; when you were sold, you simply passed out, but at the same time you were left defenseless often.

You were about to get sold once again, the interaction went as usual, “do you have the money?” Your seller asked the man.

The man chuckled throwing a bag on the ground; “give it to me! I need someone to help me in my paradise!” He spoke eagerly.

Goosebumps covered your body looking in the rainbow eyed man, who had a sinister smile on his face. You knew if you went with the man, you would die.

You were being sold to your death, and you were aware of it. For once, you didn’t pass out, you turned and you ran. You ran as fast as you legs would take you, fearing for your life.

Your seller has never seen this from you; he never tied you up, because he knew you’d pass out under stress. He shouted out for you, but you continued to run.

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You were sobbing silently trying to compose yourself; it was still night, but the sun was sure to come up eventually. You were wandering in alleys, hoping to avoid the men. You were too busy looking behind you, you failed to see the man infront of you.

You smacked into a hard chest, falling hard to the ground. You looked up to meet the same sinister rainbow eyes, “going somewhere dear?” The man asked with a chuckle as he reached down to grab you. You crawled away screaming, begging, not to get taken.

When your vision darkened, you saw a bright flame.

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When you came to you were met with the back of a man with two toned hair, he was quite toned from the looks of it, and tall.

His red and yellow hair was mesmerizing, it caught your attention immediately, followed by his haori. You were too caught up in admiring the man who seemingly saved you, that you didn’t notice his head turned to the side looking at you with radiant energy.

“Hello! I hope you’re okay! I saw you running, so I stepped in! you know you shouldn’t be messing with the men you were involved with, right?” He asked a series of questions, slightly overwhelming you.

You didn’t think you showed how his questioned overwhelmed you, but you began to shake at the mans explosive behavior.

“I’m sorry if I overwhelmed you.. I’m Kyojuro Rengoku, I’m a hashira for the demon slayer corps!” The man tried to sympathize with you, calming down.

“I…I’m (y/n)…” you whispered looking down that the state you were in, instantly feeling an intense feeling of embarrassment.

You wore little to no clothes, you didn’t notice this at first, but it became quite apparent once you began to take in your surroundings. “May I please use your bathroom!” You asked eagerly trying to get out of the situation you were currently in.

“Sure, let me show you where you’re staying. I have a brother, so I hope you won’t mind seeing him..” he spoke with a big grin on his face as he led you down the hall to a room.

The room was nicely decorated, with a bathroom in it. “I put clothes on you for the dresser, I’m going to get my brother from from the butterfly mansion, but I’ll be back soon.” He beamed before closing your door.

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You sat in the shower letting the warm water run all over your body, your head laid on your knees as tears streamed down your face. You were unsure what made you so lucky; how are you the one to be saved?

When you stepped out the shower, you stood infront of a mirror placed above the sink. You didn’t enjoy looking at your reflection, so you rarely looked at yourself in the mirror.

To say you were disgusted with your appearance would be an understatement, you always felt distaste when you looked in the mirror, but for some reason you felt it even more now than ever.

You quickly got dressed in the warm clothes that Kyojuro provided you; a long sleeved black shirt with some baggy black sweatpants. You slipped on the socks neatly set on the dresser, before you quietly slipped out your room.

You hear a seat of voices laughing fill the room with love; you’ve never heard such joy. When you stepped into the kitchen, you saw Kyojuro and a little boy dancing and preparing food together.

The little boy looked just like Kyojuro, he must have been the brother he was speaking about. You suddenly got self conscious, that was his brother.. you were the last person he should meet..

As you turned around to walk away, Kyojuro’s loud voice made your presence known, “hello (y/n)! We were just talking about you! This is Senjuro, my brother!” He spoke with a closed eyed smile

You smiled looking at the younger boy, “it’s nice to meet you Senjuro..” you spoke with slight hesitation, the small boy smiled at you before turning around to continue working.

“Are you sure you want me around your brother?” You asked Kyojuro bluntly, looking at him in his beautiful eyes. “Why wouldn’t I?” He asked with an eye brow raised.

“I’m dirty Kyojuro.. I’ve been sold countless times.. I’m not the girl most guys would want to meet their brother..” you whispered looking away “besides I’ll be out of your hair soon enough..”

The man looked at you with a frown on his face for the first time, “you’re not dirty.. you’re quite stunning.. I would hate to see you go, but I’m not going to force you to stay..” he spoke in a lower voice, observing your delicate stare

“Are you sure..” you asked looking up to meet his bright eyes once again, he smiled softly placing some of your hair behind your ear, “I’m positive.”

Maybe he could help you be content with what’s in the mirror..

Genya-

It took Genya a while to get you to trust him; the two of you met in the red light district. He was assigned for a mission there, and you of course lived there. It wasn’t an easy life, but you did what you had to survive.

When the boy met you, you were as light as a feather, dirty, and paranoid. You remember the feelings and emotions you felt during that time, it was dreadful.

You’ve worked on suppressing the flashbacks and emotions, but you can’t always do that.

-

“It’s funny you think you have a choice.” The man spat looking down at you, you were his toy and he wasn’t scared to throw that in your face.

He bought you, so he would use you. The two of you were on your way home, when you brushed past a man slightly rough.

You began to bow repeatedly as you began to apologize for your actions, you didn’t mean to bump into the man, your husband was just dragging you so carelessly.

The man wore a purple Yukata over his black long sleeved shirt, and he has a long black Mohawk. You were instantly interested in the man, but you confined to apologize, truly sorry for your actions.

“Fuck are you apologizing for! I didn’t say you could! Let’s fucking go you dirty slut.“ the man, your abuser, spoke as he tried to pull you away from the boy.

The two of you didn’t get far, before you heard a swift sword slice in the air. you didn’t process this at the time, but this was the sound made before Genya sliced off his arm.

“You shouldn’t speak to a woman like that.” The man with the Mohawk spoke welding a sword. You don’t know how the man died that day, you just knew you were free..

-

Thinking back to it, you can smell the smells from that day, you can remember every small moment of the time your lover saved you from your buyer.

You didn’t notice your boyfriend come from behind you, so When his warm arms wrapped around your skin waist you felt shocked at first, but instantly fell back into his comfort.

“What’s on your mind Angel?” The boy asked as he rubbed circles in your waist, you sighed looking down that the fingers “I… I just feel so filthy… I’m not sure what would make you want me.. you whispered ashamed

The boy turned you to face him; “you’re far from filthy, you’re the most beautiful women I’ve ever met, don’t think things like that..” he whispered looking at you in seriously. He placed a soft kiss on your lips, leaving you wanting more.

He saved you, you love him, and you can’t get enough ;)

(Sorry this was short loves!)

Your scars;

Pairing: Kyojuro Rengoku, Haturo Haganezuka, and Genya Shinazugawa x reader

Content warning: degrading and mentions of razor blades

Word count: 865 words

Readers sex: Female

Summary: how the men of demon slayer react to scars on your face.

This is an anonymous request!

Masterlist

Kyojuro

Would comfort you

Would reassure you; he still loves you

You have recently went head to head with an upper demon; he was sure to leave his mark on you. You have a deep scratch running across your face, it made you feel shame, so you constantly kept your face wrapped.

Kyojuro never seemed to mind this, but he also wanted you to accept what happened for what it was. He thinks you look beautiful regardless, it saddens him to know you feel that way about yourself.

The bright man, was thinking of ways to help you overcome your fear, he wasn’t sure how, but he was determined for you to see your beauty.

-

Kyojuro took you on a beautiful date; filled with laughing, love, fun, and overall just things that made you realize how much this man loved you regardless of how you looked.

He smiled at you caressing your cheek, “I hope one day I can see your beautiful face once again.” You frowned, not wanting to make eye contact with him. “I’m sorry.. I just don’t want you to see what I look like.. it’s hideous..”

“You’re far from hideous beautiful, nothing will ever change how I feel about you.” He spoke placing a soft kiss on your bandaged forehead.

You sighed before unwrapping the wrap that covered your head slowly; you didn’t want to take it off, but you knew you could trust Kyojuro.

When the wrap was off your face, you felt ashamed.. he quickly leaned your head up to press his lips against yours softly, “you’re so beautiful and you always will be, don’t ever feel ashamed around me.” He whispered inches away from your lips before placing another soft kiss on your lips.

Haturo

Would send death glares at anyone who made any faces

Would love and support you regardless

Haturo knows about how you feel about the scars you have on your face, so living in the hidden swords village is very ideal for you.

You wear a mask everywhere, and on the off chance you are seen without one you are quick to cover it.

God forbid someone say something or stares though; Haturo will never let them live it down till you make him stop.

-

One day when the two of you were walking down the street, a little kid runs to bump into you at a quick speed, knocking you on the ground.

Your mask flew off; showing your face to anyone near. There were auditable gasps from the people around you as you crawled to retrieve your mask.

Once the mask was on you, you looked up to find a furious Haturo. He had the kid lifted up off his feet, scolding him furiously.

You were quick to run to the man, placing your hands on his toned arm. “Turo.. please..” you whispered, voice breaking in the middle.

He was quick to put the kid down, and pull you into his chest. PDA was rare for the man, but for you, he’d do anything regardless of the looks.

“If all you rats don’t stop looking, I will hurt all of you.” He growled as he began walking the two of you home.

Genya

Would still love your kisses

Would literally fuck anyone who had anything to say up.

Much like Iguro you had a snake like scar on your mouth, but it was made by people from your village. They had no valid reason to do this; you were accused of things with no proof.

They didn’t care; you had to be punished. They brought a razor blade across your delicate skin, forever scarring your face

-

When Genya met you; he was instantly curious. He wanted to get to know you more, which was very unusual for the man.

When the two of you got together; he was always jokingly asking for the mask to come off. He never pressured you, nor did he upset you, he just wanted you to know he wanted to see you subtly.

One day, you were wrapping your face when the black haired walked into the room you were sitting in. You looked back at the man, wide eyed, “I’m sorry dear!” He spoke, quickly closing the door.

“It’s okay.. come in..” you whispered defeated. “Im sorry dear..” he spoke walking into the room slowly. Once he saw your face, he came to a halt.

You wanted to cry at his reaction; looking down at the ground. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered as he sped up to stand face to face with you.

“Ca..Can I kiss you..” he whispered as he lifted your chin so he could look you in the eye, “please.” You whimpered already leaning toward the raven haired man.

When the two of your lips met; the raven haired man knew he was willing to do anything for you. He gave you so much confidence; so much that you were willing to go out without a bandage on. If anyone dared to look your way with any judgement; he would be quick to try to fuck them up. You didn’t allow it much, but if you did, the person isn’t often recognized.