Demon slayer x Reader one shots

Sanemi

Rain poured relentlessly, casting a melancholic veil over the quiet night. Sanemi, the Wind Hashira, stood at the edge of a desolate field, his thoughts filled with a blend of pain and determination. The battles against demons had taken their toll on him, leaving scars not just on his body, but also on his heart.

Among the heavy droplets of rain, he caught sight of a figure approaching—a familiar silhouette that pierced through the gloom. Y/N, a fellow Demon Slayer, walked towards him, their presence casting a warm glow amidst the cold. There was something about them that made Sanemi's heart stir.

"Sanemi," Y/N called out softly, their voice barely audible above the rainfall. "Why are you standing out here alone? You shouldn't bear your burdens all by yourself."

Sanemi's gaze softened as he turned to face them. The raindrops merged with his own tears, forming an unbreakable bond that mirrored his fragile emotions. "Y/N," he whispered, his voice choked with sorrow, "there are things I can't forget, demons I can't forgive. I can't afford to let anyone get close to me, not when I might lose them too."

Y/N stepped closer, undeterred by the wall of pain Sanemi had erected. "But Sanemi, by shutting everyone out, you're hurting yourself as well. We all carry our scars, but it's when we find someone who can share the weight of those scars that we truly heal."

Sanemi's defenses wavered as he looked into Y/N's eyes, pools of compassion and understanding. His heart ached to embrace the warmth they offered, but fear held him back. "What if I hurt you too, Y/N? I can't bear the thought of losing another person I care about."

Y/N reached out, their hand touching Sanemi's cheek gently, the warmth of their touch cutting through the cold rain. "You won't hurt me, Sanemi. I believe in you, in your strength to protect those you care about. We can face the demons together."

Sanemi's resolve faltered, his walls crumbling as he allowed himself to be vulnerable. He closed his eyes, relishing the gentle touch of Y/N's hand against his skin, and he whispered, "I don't deserve you, Y/N."

Y/N's voice, laced with determination, rose above the rainfall. "You're wrong, Sanemi. You deserve happiness and love just like anyone else. Don't let your past define you. Let's create a future together, one where we heal each other's wounds."

Sanemi's heart swelled, a torrent of emotions crashing through his veins. He grasped Y/N's hand, intertwining their fingers, and took a step forward, their bodies now inches apart. The rain continued to cascade around them, as if celebrating the union of two souls seeking solace.

Their lips met in a tender and passionate kiss, their breath mingling with the rain-soaked air. In that moment, Sanemi found solace and hope, the darkness receding as Y/N's love enveloped him. Their whispers in the rain promised a future filled with both joys and sorrows, but one they would face hand in hand.

As the rain poured, it washed away the remnants of past pain, leaving behind the blossoming of love and the unyielding determination to protect one another.