Demon slayer x Reader one shots

Muichiro

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a silvery glow over the tranquil forest. Muichiro, the Mist Hashira, stood at the edge of a clearing, his keen eyes scanning the area for any signs of demon activity. The air was thick with tension, a constant reminder of the battles he had fought and the friends he had lost.

He was not alone. Y/N, a fellow Demon Slayer, stood beside him, their presence a comfort amidst the looming darkness. Y/N's y/e (your eye color) eyes were fixed on Muichiro, a mixture of admiration and concern in their gaze. The two had grown close over their time together, their bond forged through shared battles and quiet moments.

"Muichiro," Y/N's voice was soft, breaking the stillness of the night. "Are you okay?"

Muichiro turned to look at them, his lips curving into a small, sad smile. "I'm fine, Y/N. Just lost in thought."

Y/N stepped closer, their hand reaching out to touch Muichiro's arm. "You don't have to hide your pain, you know. We're here for you."

A pang of emotion surged through Muichiro's chest, threatening to shatter the façade he had carefully constructed. He had always been one to internalize his feelings, to bury them beneath his unwavering determination. But Y/N had a way of unraveling his defenses, of coaxing the truth from his lips.

"I miss them," Muichiro's voice wavered, his gaze dropping to the ground. "My family... my brother."

Y/N's hand tightened on his arm, offering silent support. They understood the weight of loss, the ache of longing for those who were no longer there.

"I know," Y/N whispered, their voice a soothing balm. "I miss them too."

Muichiro looked up, meeting Y/N's gaze with a mixture of surprise and understanding. In that moment, he realized he wasn't alone in his pain. Y/N's presence was a reminder that he had someone to lean on, someone who shared his burdens.

As if drawn by an invisible force, Muichiro found himself leaning closer to Y/N. Their breaths mingled in the cool night air, and for a moment, the world fell away, leaving only the two of them. Their lips met in a gentle kiss, a silent exchange of comfort and solace.

The kiss was soft, a fragile connection between two souls who had weathered their fair share of storms. It held the promise of tomorrow, of healing and renewal. In that fleeting moment, Muichiro felt a flicker of hope, a spark of light amidst the darkness.

When they finally pulled away, Muichiro rested his forehead against Y/N's, his eyes closed. "Thank you, Y/N."

Y/N's fingers brushed through Muichiro's hair, their touch tender. "You don't have to thank me, Muichiro. We're in this together, remember?"

Muichiro nodded, a sense of warmth spreading through his chest. He had faced demons and battled his inner demons, but it was in Y/N's presence that he found his greatest strength.

Hand in hand, they walked back to their campsite, the moon as their silent witness. The forest seemed quieter now, the shadows less daunting. As they settled by the campfire, Y/N nestled against Muichiro's side, their heads resting on each other's shoulders.

The night wore on, but the darkness no longer felt suffocating. Muichiro and Y/N shared stories and laughter, their voices weaving a tapestry of connection. The scars of their pasts remained, but they had each other to lean on, to heal with.

Underneath the starlit sky, amidst the whispers of the mist, Muichiro and Y/N found solace in each other's arms. The night held a promise of a new day, of shared adventures and unspoken understandings. And as they drifted into slumber, the weight of their losses was momentarily lifted, replaced by a glimmer of hope for a brighter future.