Never Will Be.

never will be.

Anime/Manga: Kimetsu no Yaiba Pairing: one-sided Sanemi/fem!Reader; Genya/fem!Reader Additional tag: Modern AU; aged-up characters; unreliable narrator; a n g s t & t r a g e d y–

Summary:

Sanemi felt awful. Revoltingly so. His throat seized at the amount of self-disgust and –loathing he felt, eyes unseeing and filled with tears as he clutched the letter to his chest, cursing himself over and over for imagining his name written on the paper instead of Genya’s.

“but it’s time to face the truth: i will never be with you.”

- you’re beautiful/james blunt

He knew from the beginning that what he was feeling was wrong. Not because she was five years younger than him – practically sharing the same age as his younger brother, Genya.

Sanemi’s heart, however, secretly longed for something as bright and warm as the sun, as calm as a bubbling brook, and as pure and innocent as the girl – no, woman – who managed to return the smile on his brother’s face and his by extension after the tragedy of losing their mother and siblings to an accident no one wanted to happen.

[Name] had been the Shinazugawa brothers’ pillar during those trying times, always spending time with them and making sure that the two would continue to function as proper human beings after the funeral. Sanemi, however, noticed that Genya was the closest to her between them-

Dearest Genya, How do you think we should tell Sanemi ah, should I call him oniichan already? about us?

This was just one of the many letters she sent his little brother – the second to the last one, short and simple and so utterly straight to the point, and it made Sanemi’s vision blurry with unshed tears.

He shouldn’t be reading this, shouldn’t be intruding on something Genya and [Name] privately shared. But Himejima-san, her caretaker, had given him the box containing the letters exchanged by the two, silently urging the grieving Shinazugawa brother to read them all.

And so he did, but Sanemi had no idea on which emotion should he feel as he carefully read letter by letter.

The letters were even arranged by date. Damn Genya and his proclivity for order. They really were hopeless romantics - writing letters to each other instead of calling or texting like normal people did. But perhaps that was what made the love between them flourish like faithful romances back in the old days. The amount of dedication to make time to express their feelings in writing, as well as the patience to wait for each letter’s arrival–

Sanemi realized– knew that he should be the one envying Genya and not the other way around.

To have found someone who shared what you felt was truly a gift from God Himself–

Sanemi’s hands trembled violently, making him drop the box unintentionally. Pieces of paper floated down the floor, piling atop each other. He cursed himself for being so careless, for disrespecting the memories of the departed by being so fucking careless with everything fragile.

Genya was gone, and [Name], too–

“We believe it was a mistaken identity,” said the police. “We have the suspect in our custody, Mr Shinazugawa, and ready to file murder against –”

“Your brother shielded Ms [surname] with his body, Mr Shinazugawa, but the bullet went through him and into Ms [surname]’s.”

“We’re very sorry for your loss. We will contact Mr Himejima about this–”

An anguished sob slipped past Sanemi’s lips, the pain in his chest making him curl on himself. Teardrops stained the letters but he couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t stop crying oh so brokenly for the ones he loved but left him.

With unsteady hands, he gathered the letters and returned them in the box – by date, just as Genya had done.

(When he was still alive–)

A piece of paper the shade of Genya’s favorite jacket caught Sanemi’s attention.

It was folded into the shape of a flower, carefully so, and Sanemi couldn’t bring himself to unravel it and read its contents despite knowing that it was the last letter [Name] had sent Genya. The paper looked delicate in his callused hands, and the fear of accidentally tearing it apart seemed to stop Sanemi from taking a look. It was special, this last letter – that much the eldest Shinazugawa child knew.

Sanemi had unfolded the paper before he knew it.

And he felt horrible towards himself (never them, no), appallingly so, upon reading [Name]’s final letter to Genya.

Sanemi was awful. Revoltingly so. His throat seized at the amount of self-disgust and –loathing he felt, eyes unseeing and filled with tears as he clutched the letter to his chest, cursing himself over and over for imagining his name written on the paper instead of Genya’s.

You’re disgusting, you should’ve been the one who died and not them, they deserve to live and not you, not you, never you, you weak, repulsive, pathetic–

I love you, Genya.

How he wished it would have been “I love you, Sanemi-san.”

fin

50 Types of Kisses - Writing Prompts

Send in a number and a pairing!

Small kisses littered across the other’s face.

A small, fleeting kiss - which is immediately followed by a passionate, hungry kiss.

A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond.

An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.

Throwing their arms around the other person’s neck, hugging them close before kissing them passionately on the lips.

Wild, breathless kisses brought on by a heartfelt gift.

French kisses where they trace every tooth with their tongues as though trying to memorize them.

Laying a gentle kiss to the back of the other’s hand.

A kiss that lasts so long, they are sharing each other’s breaths.

A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it.

Morning kisses that are exchanged before either person opens their eyes, kissing blindly until their lips meet in a blissful encounter.

Sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss.

Butterfly kisses against the other’s cheeks.

A kiss so desperate that the two wind around each other, refusing to let go until they are finished.

A fierce kiss that ends with a bite on the lip, soothing it with a lick.

One person pouting, only to have it removed by a kiss from the other person.

Tucking their hands beneath the other person’s shirt, just to watch them break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of cold/warm hands on their skin.

Teasing kisses where one person blows air into the other’s mouth and runs away.

One person stopping a kiss to ask “Do you want to do this?”, only to have the other person answer with a deeper, more passionate kiss.

Kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height difference.

A chaste kiss given to each other because they are in mixed company.

A kiss that is leading to more, but is interrupted by a third party.

A kiss that tastes of the food/dessert they are eating.

Deep kisses where they have their hands tangled in each other’s hair to pull them closer.

Wet kisses after finding refuge from the rain.

Brushing a kiss along the shell of the other person’s ear.

Kisses exchanged while one person sits on the other’s lap.

One person tracing the other’s lips with a fingertip until they can’t resist any longer, tilting their chin towards them for a kiss.

Staring at each other’s lips for a moment before moving closer, as if drawn together by some unseen force.

Weak, sweaty kisses because it’s unbearably hot.

Pulling away from a kiss, whispering words of love against each other’s lips.

A kiss so passionate, so perfect - that after they part, neither person can open their eyes for a few moments afterwards.

An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it.

Kisses that start on their fingers and run up their arm, eventually ending on their lips.

An awkward kiss given after a first date.

Starting with eskimo kisses before moving on to soft kisses.

Cleaning the other person’s lips with a lick and a kiss.

Whispering “I love you” before a chaste, delicate kiss.

Kissing tears from the other’s face.

A gentle kiss that quickly descends into passion, with little regard for what’s going on around them.

Kisses shared under an umbrella.

Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead.

A kiss pressed to the top of the head.

Tentative kisses given in the dark.

Kisses exchanged as they move around, hitting the edges of tables or nearly tripping over things on the floor before making it to the sofa, or bed.

A lingering kiss before a long trip apart.

A kiss paired with a tight hug, knocking the breath out of the person being hugged.

One person has to bend down in order to kiss their partner, who is standing on their tip-toes to reach their partner’s.

Short and sweet kiss after meeting up for a date.

A kiss, followed by more that trail down the jaw and neck.

47K notes View Post

missmooncakes

5 years ago

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.

151 notes View Post

missmooncakes

5 years ago

bros bein cute ♥️ original

963 notes View Post

missmooncakes

5 years ago

Ubuyashiki is one proud papa

6K notes View Post

missmooncakes

5 years ago

The Strong Should Aid And Protect The Weak. Then, The Weak Will Become Strong And They, In Turn, Will

The strong should aid and protect the weak. Then, the weak will become strong and they, in turn, will aid and protect those weaker than them. That is the law of nature.

12K notes View Post

missmooncakes

5 years ago