Demon Slayer X Reader & headcanons [OPEN]

13. Family (Gyomei x Female!Reader)❗️

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✎Artist : Angel Huang - Artstation
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Here is a little helper:
✏︎(y/n)=your name
✏︎(l/n)=your last name
✏︎(h/l)=hair length
✏︎(h/c)=hair color
✏︎(e/c)=eye color
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⋆The words in italics represent thoughts.⋆
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✎Requested by Hakkaiproperty
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Characteristics of the reader:
✏︎High Spirit
✏︎Chill
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⚠️WARNING⚠️
There are mentions of nudity. Not in any sexual way, but only in a descriptive objective as there will be an onsen (public bath) scene.
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The future was the present and the past. This unique talent of yours senses events that are yet to come. The Time Hashira. This was who you were. Meditating by the river, you breathed in rhythm with the water splashes. Your mind and heart were dancing, living in a magic realm. Only the frivolous hair glued to your face reminded you of the concrete.

You felt a warm hand. Firm, strong yet the contact was always so gentle. The man with whom you were sharing your heart, your bed, and your house was kind and bright. "I received a message for you from Kanroji-san's crow." You hummed, inviting him to pursue. "She was wondering if you'll accompany us to the swordsman's village and join us in the onsen as well." You smiled. The love Hashira had always been caring. Even more since you had left your fellow Hashiras for health reasons. Your hand reached for your belly which grew more and more every day. You looked upon your husband and smiled. "Caring as always, isn't she?"

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As soon as you had reached the village, the bubble of joy that is Mitsuri rushed to reached the two of you. "Himejima-san! (y/n)-san!" She patted your shoulder warmly and then opened her arms, wrapped you in her warmth gently. "It's been so long! I've missed you. Going on missions without you feels lonely." She took a step back and looked down and smiled upon the sight of your round belly. "How is your child?"

"Our child is strong." You smiled as you took her hand and rested it against the stomach knowing very well she wouldn't have the courage to ask. She was a sister to you and future godmother of your child. She would have a very good reason to ask to feel it but never did. You truly appreciated her kindness. Her eyes brightened - no, sparkled - as she smiled.

"Has the baby start moving?" It wasn't Mitsuri's voice. But One as happy and energetic. Rengoku's. "Yes!" Mitsuri jumped. "Isn't it amazing? Moving without even noticing?" You didn't even have the time to smile at this exchange that an impatient growl came from the house a bit further. "DINNER'S READY!" Sanemi.

"Reassure me, Sanemi isn't the one that cooked, right?" They laughed. It didn't answer you. "Right?"

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You folded your clothes and stacked them in a corner. You strengthen the cord of your yukata and walked toward the door of the changing room. You exited the changing room and walked toward the bath only to bump into the youngest Hashira of History. Muichiro's hair floated behind him and you sighed. "Tokito."

The teenager stopped and glanced upon his shoulder. No sound came from him. "You're not trying up your hair?" Your tone wasn't judging but questioning. A detail for some, but it always made a difference when speaking to the young boy. "No..."

You removed an hair clip from your hair. The few strands of hair that slid under the cloth tickled your silk bare chest. "Let me make you a bun, okay?"