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2 years ago

Your scars;

Pairing: Kyojuro Rengoku, Haturo Haganezuka, and Genya Shinazugawa x reader

Content warning: degrading and mentions of razor blades

Word count: 865 words

Readers sex: Female

Summary: how the men of demon slayer react to scars on your face.

This is an anonymous request!

Masterlist

Kyojuro

Would comfort you

Would reassure you; he still loves you

You have recently went head to head with an upper demon; he was sure to leave his mark on you. You have a deep scratch running across your face, it made you feel shame, so you constantly kept your face wrapped.

Kyojuro never seemed to mind this, but he also wanted you to accept what happened for what it was. He thinks you look beautiful regardless, it saddens him to know you feel that way about yourself.

The bright man, was thinking of ways to help you overcome your fear, he wasn’t sure how, but he was determined for you to see your beauty.

-

Kyojuro took you on a beautiful date; filled with laughing, love, fun, and overall just things that made you realize how much this man loved you regardless of how you looked.

He smiled at you caressing your cheek, “I hope one day I can see your beautiful face once again.” You frowned, not wanting to make eye contact with him. “I’m sorry.. I just don’t want you to see what I look like.. it’s hideous..”

“You’re far from hideous beautiful, nothing will ever change how I feel about you.” He spoke placing a soft kiss on your bandaged forehead.

You sighed before unwrapping the wrap that covered your head slowly; you didn’t want to take it off, but you knew you could trust Kyojuro.

When the wrap was off your face, you felt ashamed.. he quickly leaned your head up to press his lips against yours softly, “you’re so beautiful and you always will be, don’t ever feel ashamed around me.” He whispered inches away from your lips before placing another soft kiss on your lips.

Haturo

Would send death glares at anyone who made any faces

Would love and support you regardless

Haturo knows about how you feel about the scars you have on your face, so living in the hidden swords village is very ideal for you.

You wear a mask everywhere, and on the off chance you are seen without one you are quick to cover it.

God forbid someone say something or stares though; Haturo will never let them live it down till you make him stop.

-

One day when the two of you were walking down the street, a little kid runs to bump into you at a quick speed, knocking you on the ground.

Your mask flew off; showing your face to anyone near. There were auditable gasps from the people around you as you crawled to retrieve your mask.

Once the mask was on you, you looked up to find a furious Haturo. He had the kid lifted up off his feet, scolding him furiously.

You were quick to run to the man, placing your hands on his toned arm. “Turo.. please..” you whispered, voice breaking in the middle.

He was quick to put the kid down, and pull you into his chest. PDA was rare for the man, but for you, he’d do anything regardless of the looks.

“If all you rats don’t stop looking, I will hurt all of you.” He growled as he began walking the two of you home.

Genya

Would still love your kisses

Would literally fuck anyone who had anything to say up.

Much like Iguro you had a snake like scar on your mouth, but it was made by people from your village. They had no valid reason to do this; you were accused of things with no proof.

They didn’t care; you had to be punished. They brought a razor blade across your delicate skin, forever scarring your face

-

When Genya met you; he was instantly curious. He wanted to get to know you more, which was very unusual for the man.

When the two of you got together; he was always jokingly asking for the mask to come off. He never pressured you, nor did he upset you, he just wanted you to know he wanted to see you subtly.

One day, you were wrapping your face when the black haired walked into the room you were sitting in. You looked back at the man, wide eyed, “I’m sorry dear!” He spoke, quickly closing the door.

“It’s okay.. come in..” you whispered defeated. “Im sorry dear..” he spoke walking into the room slowly. Once he saw your face, he came to a halt.

You wanted to cry at his reaction; looking down at the ground. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered as he sped up to stand face to face with you.

“Ca..Can I kiss you..” he whispered as he lifted your chin so he could look you in the eye, “please.” You whimpered already leaning toward the raven haired man.

When the two of your lips met; the raven haired man knew he was willing to do anything for you. He gave you so much confidence; so much that you were willing to go out without a bandage on. If anyone dared to look your way with any judgement; he would be quick to try to fuck them up. You didn’t allow it much, but if you did, the person isn’t often recognized.

Senemi-

Men were gathered around you, insulting ever part of your exposed body. The men saw you as their own, so the insults were something you learned to live with.

The torment you faced at their hands was endless; the degrading, the beating, the never being good enough. It would do anything to anybody, yet nobody was willing to help you.

The torment you faced was no secret to the busy district you reside in, everyone always turned the other cheek, except for a certain hot head.

Two men were dragging you by your arms to the next location, your body hung helpless, presumably dead to the people who cared to look her way.

When the men brought you to the thousandth alleyway you’ve been in, when a deep voice is heard from behind you. “What the hell do you think you’re doing with her?” The man asked angrily as he walked toward the two men.

“What is it to you?! Mind your own business!” One of the man yelled as he began to walk forward. You suddenly fell to the ground, not strong enough to hold your own body at this point. Your body ached as you laid lifeless on the cold concrete ground, you have truly given up.

“I’ll get you somewhere safe.” Spoke the white haired man as he lifted you up into his buff arms, running at a fast pace. This felt like a dream, and you refused to believe other, how else would this be happening?

-

When you woke up, you saw the white haired man preparing food with a scowl. “S..Sir..” you spoke with a slight tremble to your voice.

He turned to face you with no emotion, “It looked like you needed help; I’m Sanemi. I’m a Hashira for the demon slayer corps.” He spoke surprising calm.

You sunk to your knees sighing in relief; for once it didn’t feel like your guard needed to be up. He continued to make the food silently observing you from a distance.

“Do you have a shower..?” You asked quietly from the place you sat. “Down the hall.” He spoke as he began to set the table; seemingly unfazed by your hesitance.

You rushed down the shower to get the filth that covered your body off; you didn’t think much about clothes nor towels, you just wanted to get out of the shit that made you feel dirtier than you already do.

When the hot water hit your back, you felt goosebumps cover your body. You leaned your head back, taking in all the warmth from the shower. For the first time in a long time, you were relaxed.

You watched as the dirt washed off your body, down the drain. You wanted to cry seeing the state you were in, but you kept it together.

When you washed your hair and body, you stepped out the shower, that’s when the realization hit. You didn’t have any clothes other than the dirty ones you wore, and you honestly refused to wear that.

-

“Sanemi..” you whispered tip toeing out to the kitchen, he turned his head to see you covered only by a towel. His face flushed a bright red, before he looked away. “Y/n! Yes?” He spoke obviously flustered from seeing you in so little clothes.

It didn’t dawn on you that the hashira may not be used to seeing people like this; living in the red light caused you to adapt to habits that others would deem inappropriate.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize this isn’t normal to other! May I have some clothes please!” You spoke quickly before running back to the bathroom to shut the door.

You sat there flustered for a moment, sliding down the door to the ground. “Stupid..” you whispered to yourself before, holding your head with your hands.

There was a soft knock from the opposite side of the door, before you heard footsteps walk away from the door. You cracked open the door in confusion, before seeing some clothes placed neatly on the ground.

You put on the white long sleeved shirt with some shorts on that he provided, they fit quite big on you, but you wouldn’t complain.

Once you had your clothes gathered, walked out to the kitchen with your head down, “I’m sorry that you have filth in your clothes.. I’ll wash mine soon..” you whispered before walking out to the deck.

The man rushed out behind you, seemingly angry. “What do you mean filth?” He asked looking at you with anger. “I didn’t get anything on them! I’m sorry if I made it seem like that! It’s just.. I’m dirty… I’ve been touched and abused time and time again.. nothing clean about my body..” you spoke with tears in your eyes as your bowed from your knees.

“Please don’t say that.. you have a past, that’s true; but it doesn’t make you dirty.. you’re beautiful from what I see..” he spoke looking away from you red covering his face.

It was the start of a beautiful relationship.

Kyojuro-

A flame was all you saw before you blacked out; you have a bad habit of passing out when you experience great stress.

This came in hand just as much as it bit you in the ass; when you were sold, you simply passed out, but at the same time you were left defenseless often.

You were about to get sold once again, the interaction went as usual, “do you have the money?” Your seller asked the man.

The man chuckled throwing a bag on the ground; “give it to me! I need someone to help me in my paradise!” He spoke eagerly.

Goosebumps covered your body looking in the rainbow eyed man, who had a sinister smile on his face. You knew if you went with the man, you would die.

You were being sold to your death, and you were aware of it. For once, you didn’t pass out, you turned and you ran. You ran as fast as you legs would take you, fearing for your life.

Your seller has never seen this from you; he never tied you up, because he knew you’d pass out under stress. He shouted out for you, but you continued to run.

-

You were sobbing silently trying to compose yourself; it was still night, but the sun was sure to come up eventually. You were wandering in alleys, hoping to avoid the men. You were too busy looking behind you, you failed to see the man infront of you.

You smacked into a hard chest, falling hard to the ground. You looked up to meet the same sinister rainbow eyes, “going somewhere dear?” The man asked with a chuckle as he reached down to grab you. You crawled away screaming, begging, not to get taken.

When your vision darkened, you saw a bright flame.

-

When you came to you were met with the back of a man with two toned hair, he was quite toned from the looks of it, and tall.

His red and yellow hair was mesmerizing, it caught your attention immediately, followed by his haori. You were too caught up in admiring the man who seemingly saved you, that you didn’t notice his head turned to the side looking at you with radiant energy.

“Hello! I hope you’re okay! I saw you running, so I stepped in! you know you shouldn’t be messing with the men you were involved with, right?” He asked a series of questions, slightly overwhelming you.

You didn’t think you showed how his questioned overwhelmed you, but you began to shake at the mans explosive behavior.

“I’m sorry if I overwhelmed you.. I’m Kyojuro Rengoku, I’m a hashira for the demon slayer corps!” The man tried to sympathize with you, calming down.

“I…I’m (y/n)…” you whispered looking down that the state you were in, instantly feeling an intense feeling of embarrassment.

You wore little to no clothes, you didn’t notice this at first, but it became quite apparent once you began to take in your surroundings. “May I please use your bathroom!” You asked eagerly trying to get out of the situation you were currently in.

“Sure, let me show you where you’re staying. I have a brother, so I hope you won’t mind seeing him..” he spoke with a big grin on his face as he led you down the hall to a room.

The room was nicely decorated, with a bathroom in it. “I put clothes on you for the dresser, I’m going to get my brother from from the butterfly mansion, but I’ll be back soon.” He beamed before closing your door.

-

You sat in the shower letting the warm water run all over your body, your head laid on your knees as tears streamed down your face. You were unsure what made you so lucky; how are you the one to be saved?

When you stepped out the shower, you stood infront of a mirror placed above the sink. You didn’t enjoy looking at your reflection, so you rarely looked at yourself in the mirror.

To say you were disgusted with your appearance would be an understatement, you always felt distaste when you looked in the mirror, but for some reason you felt it even more now than ever.

You quickly got dressed in the warm clothes that Kyojuro provided you; a long sleeved black shirt with some baggy black sweatpants. You slipped on the socks neatly set on the dresser, before you quietly slipped out your room.

You hear a seat of voices laughing fill the room with love; you’ve never heard such joy. When you stepped into the kitchen, you saw Kyojuro and a little boy dancing and preparing food together.

The little boy looked just like Kyojuro, he must have been the brother he was speaking about. You suddenly got self conscious, that was his brother.. you were the last person he should meet..

As you turned around to walk away, Kyojuro’s loud voice made your presence known, “hello (y/n)! We were just talking about you! This is Senjuro, my brother!” He spoke with a closed eyed smile

You smiled looking at the younger boy, “it’s nice to meet you Senjuro..” you spoke with slight hesitation, the small boy smiled at you before turning around to continue working.

“Are you sure you want me around your brother?” You asked Kyojuro bluntly, looking at him in his beautiful eyes. “Why wouldn’t I?” He asked with an eye brow raised.

“I’m dirty Kyojuro.. I’ve been sold countless times.. I’m not the girl most guys would want to meet their brother..” you whispered looking away “besides I’ll be out of your hair soon enough..”

The man looked at you with a frown on his face for the first time, “you’re not dirty.. you’re quite stunning.. I would hate to see you go, but I’m not going to force you to stay..” he spoke in a lower voice, observing your delicate stare

“Are you sure..” you asked looking up to meet his bright eyes once again, he smiled softly placing some of your hair behind your ear, “I’m positive.”

Maybe he could help you be content with what’s in the mirror..

Genya-

It took Genya a while to get you to trust him; the two of you met in the red light district. He was assigned for a mission there, and you of course lived there. It wasn’t an easy life, but you did what you had to survive.

When the boy met you, you were as light as a feather, dirty, and paranoid. You remember the feelings and emotions you felt during that time, it was dreadful.

You’ve worked on suppressing the flashbacks and emotions, but you can’t always do that.

-

“It’s funny you think you have a choice.” The man spat looking down at you, you were his toy and he wasn’t scared to throw that in your face.

He bought you, so he would use you. The two of you were on your way home, when you brushed past a man slightly rough.

You began to bow repeatedly as you began to apologize for your actions, you didn’t mean to bump into the man, your husband was just dragging you so carelessly.

The man wore a purple Yukata over his black long sleeved shirt, and he has a long black Mohawk. You were instantly interested in the man, but you confined to apologize, truly sorry for your actions.

“Fuck are you apologizing for! I didn’t say you could! Let’s fucking go you dirty slut.“ the man, your abuser, spoke as he tried to pull you away from the boy.

The two of you didn’t get far, before you heard a swift sword slice in the air. you didn’t process this at the time, but this was the sound made before Genya sliced off his arm.

“You shouldn’t speak to a woman like that.” The man with the Mohawk spoke welding a sword. You don’t know how the man died that day, you just knew you were free..

-

Thinking back to it, you can smell the smells from that day, you can remember every small moment of the time your lover saved you from your buyer.

You didn’t notice your boyfriend come from behind you, so When his warm arms wrapped around your skin waist you felt shocked at first, but instantly fell back into his comfort.

“What’s on your mind Angel?” The boy asked as he rubbed circles in your waist, you sighed looking down that the fingers “I… I just feel so filthy… I’m not sure what would make you want me.. you whispered ashamed

The boy turned you to face him; “you’re far from filthy, you’re the most beautiful women I’ve ever met, don’t think things like that..” he whispered looking at you in seriously. He placed a soft kiss on your lips, leaving you wanting more.

He saved you, you love him, and you can’t get enough ;)

(Sorry this was short loves!)