The war ended, but the night did not. Whispers of Muzan's influence resurface, leaving behind fear, unanswered letters, and vanished lives. Is the Demon King alive once more, or do his echoes carry a new heir into the future? With truth buried deep and danger watching patiently, the world must ask-was Muzan's death an ending... or a beginning?

After the fall of Muzan Kibutsuji, the world finally knows peace-but peace does not erase scars. With Shinobu Kocho surviving the final battle, she and Giyu Tomioka must learn how to live without war, without orders, and without hatred. As they heal beneath the wisteria trees, lingering shadows hint that the end may not be as final as it seems. A quiet, emotional post-war story of healing, survival, and an unspoken bond that grows in the silence after battle.

[Now Available on AO3] Both parts of the story have been fully uploaded in English on AO3. However, the update pace for new chapters on AO3 will be slower compared to Wattpad. Tomioka Giyuu once believed that his fate was to survive-to carry the pain of those who had fallen, until one day he himself would vanish as the price of power finally claimed him. When he stood before the divine, he was granted a chance to return to the past: to save the one he loved, to change the destinies of comrades who had been taken too soon by a merciless fate. The condition was placed before him without hesitation. A pale golden thread of fate, flickering like the dying light of a soul sinking ever deeper-one so thoroughly drowned in despair that it no longer possessed the strength to enter the cycle of reincarnation. It was not someone he knew. Nor was it someone he was permitted to ask salvation for. Yet Giyuu still reached out his hand, accepting the bond-accepting that from that moment onward, the destinies of two strangers would no longer pass each other like parallel lines, never meant to meet. The divine witnessed this choice and arranged a single point of intersection: a child who had not yet been born, a life that should have vanished before ever taking form, leaving behind a man destined to live his entire life in solitude. When Giyuu opened his eyes once more, he did not return to the past in the body of a warrior, but within the fragile vessel of a life that had only just begun. He was born into the arms of a man-not the strongest swordsman to have ever existed, but a father who had never been given the chance to hold onto his family. From that moment on, two fates were bound together. No one replaced another. No one inherited another's destiny. But from then on, neither of them would ever have to walk forward alone again.

like a yoyo, he threw her out of his reach, then back into his warm open arms. her pace around the room quickened. . . "Why is he back? Why now?" she yearned for his touch again but she had to move on, and now of all times he comes back. ~ "have you moved on yet, giyuu?" the peach-haired male asked curiously he immediately received his answer, "no." sabito smiled sadly, "then stop giving her such a rough time will you?"

Just some random stuff I write in the middle of the night. This has smut, fluff, and NO ANGST im sorry angst lovers I ended the book because I ran out of ideas lmao

Oneshots I couldn't find, or I think we need more of so I wrote it. Cover by me! Well made by me.

Silence has always been Giyu Tomioka's shield. Shinobu Kocho has always understood silence-until she becomes the one thing he can't ignore. But when grief lingers longer than wounds, how long can two broken people pretend they are fine? In the aftermath of loss and lingering battles, they orbit each other-careful, distant, aching. Because some wounds don't bleed, and some feelings are far more dangerous than even the most devilish demons. Warning: Minor explicitly and slightly suggestive Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters here, this is only a fanfiction. All credits reserved to the rightful creator, Koyoharu Gotouge.

| Cross posted from Ao3 | What if Giyuu and Shinobu met as children? A moment of Serendipity, a lucky occurrence on the day before Tsutako Tomioka's wedding, has tied the lives of Tomioka Giyuu and Kocho Shinobu, as well as the people around them. As a child Giyuu was enthusiastic, a happy child who loves food just below as to how much he loves his sister, Tsutako. He was kind and open, and that attitude of his made him help out a small girl, crying and lost in an alleyway. Kocho Shinobu accidentally got lost while with her family moments ago, and she accepted Giyuu's help, or as she calls him, "Giyuu-nii" to find her parents. But along the way, she finds herself captivated to this strange boy's smiles, a feeling her young mind could not yet comprehend, but it made her heart warm and made her smile wider herself. But would these smiles last? _______________ Genre: Fluff, Romance, Angst. Disclaimer: I do not own Demon Slayer or any of its characters. All rights reserved to its creator, Koyoharu Gotouge.

In the Taisho era, where demons roam and duty comes before desire, Giyu Tomioka and Shinobu Kocho fight side by side as Hashira-bound by bloodshed, silence, and unspoken understanding. What begins as professional distance slowly turns into something dangerous. Something tender. Between battles and stolen moments beneath blooming wisteria, restraint fractures, and longing takes its place. Content Warning: Violence, mature themes, and explicit lemon content later in the story. 18+ only. Disclaimer: I do not own Demon Slayer / Kimetsu no Yaiba. All characters belong to Koyoharu Gotouge. This is a non-profit fanfiction. I accept criticisms, but please be kind. :)

Both Hashiras start having feelings for each other after quite a while but won't admit it