#kny xreader

You wandered the corridors all afternoon, peaking your head into random rooms from time to time in search of a certain Shinazugawa. You knew Genya had training this morning, but it was almost sunset and still you hadn’t seen him. “Where the hell are you?” your thoughts swirled with a mix of frustration and panic, he was never out this late and at the very least he’d have eaten lunch with you and the others. Consumed by the scenarios playing in your head, you ran flat against a hard pillar that towered over you- the pillar being your dear brother-in-law. “Ah Sanemi! I’m so sorry!” you apologized, quickly bowing over and over again. Genya may not voice it, but you know how much his brother means to him and because of this, you’ve always tried to gain his approval or any sliver of acceptance from the Hashira. Yet as you stare up at his menacing glare, you are reminded that Sanemi was an even harder wall to crack than his younger brother. 

“Oi! Stop apologizing, brat! It's obnoxious” he complained, halting your movement. “What’s got you in such a hurry anyways, need to take piss or something?” he scowled as his large amrs folded in front of his chest, “No actually I was looking for Genya...have you seen him?” you doubted he actually knew but you were desperate at this point. “That brat? Yea I heard he’s been holed up the training room at the other end of the estate” his response was nonchalant but it was music to your ears. “Thank you!” you moved to rush over when Sanemi’s palm gripped the top of your skull. “Wait a second! Shit it’s not like he’s dying”  he grumbled with a solid, painless grip on your hair. ‘Go easy on the kid, he...he needs you around. You’re all he really has.” his eyes never reached yours but the slight pink on his cheeks brought a smile to your lips. “Don’t get the wrong idea though, if you ever tell him I said that I’ll carve your tongue out, damn it!” he wiggled you around like a rag doll before releasing your tresses, leaving without another word. “What a softy”

Loud grunts from the other side of the wooden doors filled your ears as you reached the room, your arms immediately reaching to slide them open. Your orbs widened as they fell on Genya, fist bloody and purple, wreaking havoc upon a wooden dummy and, if the mess is anything to judge by, it wasn’t the first one he’d hit. A booming crack rang throughout the room as wooden shreds scattered about, falling like wooden flakes. Out of the corner of your eye you caught Genya reaching for another dummy, “Genya stop!” you yelled, throwing yourself between him and the dummy, his fist halting centimeters from pummeling your face. “No one called you here shitty women '' he protested without lowering his arm, his gaze boring into your eyes. “What the hell are you doing?! Genya I get you want to work hard and I can’t change that, but you’re hurting yourself! This isn’t healthy” you pleaded, “please just listen to me” you held his fist, not carrying that his blood was staining the clothes you wore. “I don’t fucking get it” he started sourly, allowing you to hold his hands, “no matter what I fucking do, how hard I train, I still can’t compare to those jackasses with their breathing techniques. Compared to them I look like a weak idiot” he seethed. You lifted his chin speaking softly, “Genya you don’t have to be like them to be strong, you’re the only person who can do what you can. I wouldn’t want anyone else at my side protecting me because I believe in you Genya, one hundred percent I believe in you with everything I have”

You were quick to catch the stray tear that fell down his cheek, “This sucks” he chokes, “Sometimes life feels like it does, but things always get better”. “Lets go get those hands bandaged and you in a bath, you smell” the fingers pinching your nose distorted your voice a little, but it was enough to make Genya blush, “Shut up!”

The steam rolled off the water filling the room in its delicious warmth, “You should get in while the water is still hot” you urged grabbing the shampoo and a fluffy towel, placing them at the edge of the bath. Genya watched you expectantly as if waiting for you to do something, “What?” you questioned. Genya’s cheeks blazed red, his eyes not reaching yours as he stuttered, “Turn around if you want me to get into the water, dumbass”. You stared for a moment before turning around, “But I’ve seen you naked more than once” you laughed. Some seconds passed before you heard the plop of Genya’s body submerging itself into the warm water, “Done” he gurgled from underneath. “I’m not a kid Y/n, I can bathe myself” he squirmed as you squeezed the bottle of shampoo into your palm, “Yea but everyone should be spoiled every once in a while”.  You took your time scrubbing his dark curls and rubbing the soap into the shaved sides, the slight brush of your nails over his scalp had Genya almost moaning in content. A warm silence took over the atmosphere, only the splash of water could be heard as you rinsed the suds from his skin and scalp.

“Let me see them” you whispered cooly, disrupting the still air. Genya’s heavy lids fluttered open to find you now next to the tub, the medical kit open on your lap. Shyly, Genya placed his abused fist in your care, wincing every so often when you dabbed the scabs with antiseptic. “You don’t have to tell me everything all the time,” you started, peppering soothing kisses to each freshly bandaged knuckle, “but I’ll be right here” you cupped his calloused palms with your own, offering a gentle smile and kind eyes as if saying “I love you”.  

You waited patiently in bed for Genya to finish and dress, cozy in your own pair of fleece pajamas. You felt someone slither in beside you, cautiously pulling you against their chest. Limbs tangled together, you both fell into a peaceful sleep, lulled away by Genya’s unwavering heartbeat and your even breathing.

“Gather round’ everyone! Come on let's get this started” you yelled grabbing the attention of all those around you. Together in one room stood all nine hashira’s and your four closest friends, a feat in itself working around all their complicated schedules, all waiting to reach into the bucket you held, the box they all excitedly (almost all of them anyway) placed there names in to be selected for this years Secret Santa game. You shook the box a couple times, mixing the papers into shaggy clusters, passing it around for each hand to reach in a grab one.

Everyone’s reaction was unpredictable and different, you could tell by the subtle distressed dips in some faces or grateful shake of others that this year's pool was sure to produce some great laughs. The last slip lay tucked away in a corner, reading “Muichiro”,  just your luck you received the one person you didn’t know as well as the others. “Happy shopping and please no gifts that can harm your recipients this year” you reminded, everyone's eyes falling on Shinobu who sat unabashedly grinning, the memory of poor Zenitsu, who she gifted a box filled with a concoction that exploded in his face when he opened it last year, still fresh in everyone's mind.  “Oh hush, I did give him a wonderful gift after so no harm done, right Zenitsu?” Shinobu looked over at the younger man who only shook his head in agreement- you weren’t convinced.

Of the entire bunch, not a single soul stressed the gift exchange more than the Kamado son. He had prayed that he’d receive you, his crush, as his person however when he pulled your name, his heart sunk because “What was a good enough gift?”.  Later that night, he lay in bed pondering all the things he could buy or make for you, something that you’d look at and feel his warmth, wordlessly accepting his confession and living that happily ever after he craved. “Maybe jewelry? Or a new haori?” he racked his brain for the perfect gift to no avail, nothing felt right. Tanjiro had a week to sort this whole ordeal he’d created in his own mind out, but little did he know that the perfect gift was right under his nose.

You, on the other hand, were in a similar situation as your close friend, however for a different reason. “Ugh what does he like?! I’ve never seen him do anything really, he sorta just is always around, floating like a ghost?” you complained, tearing off a few of your own hairs out. You weren’t sure who to ask exactly nor did you want to show up with an irrelevant, thoughtless present. In the midst of your simultaneous mental breakdowns, neither of you noticed each other's presence quickly approaching, until you collided into each other in an abrupt halt of thoughts. “I'm sorry” you both yelled, instantly checking to make sure the other didn’t happen to get hurt.

After assessing and confirming that you didn’t break the boys nose, an idea dawned on you, “Hey Tanjiro you spend lots of time with the hashira’s, what would Muichiro want for Christmas?” you asked innocently, hoping to get some idea of a decent gift, however you didn’t expect the man to take the simple question into an entire other level. “Why does she want to get him a gift? Is she getting him something special?” Tanjiro scrambled, not acknowledging the possibility that your question was related to the whole root of his own dilemma- the Secret Santa exchange.  

“Um well, he likes being outside and isn’t very active” was all he could respond, admittedly sounding more dejected than he had mere moments ago. Your mind filled with ideas miraculously, grateful for this lead “Thank you!” you yelled running off to purchase something. “Sure” Tanjiro answered to himself quietly as he watched your form recede in the distance. His depressed mode lasted only a second before he slapped himself back into reality, his literal palms leaving a dull tingling in his cheeks, “I have to find her the best gift, whatever it takes”

A week passed far faster than Tanjiro hoped, all 14 of you gathered in one room again, this time carrying packaged presents and wearing jovial smiles. As expected, some of the gifts exchanged were hilarious and the pairings could not have been more perfect had you planned it; Shinobu had pull Sanemi and the whole room erupted in a fit of laughter as he unwrapped the double sided octopus, one side pink with a smile and the other blue with a frown, the toy complete with a book on how to manage anger issues- the color of his face almost matched that of the pink octopus. Next, Uzui presented his gift to Obanai, a set of  designer face masks to replace his ‘stuffy bandages’, a gift you all knew he secretly appreciated. Another odd pairing was Rengoku and Nezuko, the older man gifting her with a new hair clip and an assortment of little goods because he felt the small things matched her perfectly. 

With every gift exchanged and chuckle shared, Tanjiro  grew worried as he knew his time would be coming soo. “Muichiro-san it's a gadget that sprays these scents into any open space you place it in, it's supposed to help you relax and sleep” you explained handing the diffuser to the shorter man and, to your content, he was fascinated with it. “We'll, it's just me, who pulled my name?” you asked, circling around only to be met only with shaking heads, “It's me” Tanjiro confessed, handing over a single small red box which you opened feverishly, awing at the earrings that lay inside. “Their beautiful” you muttered speechless, “well there is a couple more” Tanjiro admitted; alas you were gifted with boxes of hair pins, beauty products, chocolates, anything Tanjiro saw at the market that made him think of you he bought- which is difficult when you were all thought of.

“Jeez talk about making us look bad” Uzui remarked for the sidelines earning him a distressed gaze from Tanjiro, “Just teasing, lover boy” he assured. “Lover boy?” you didn’t have time to process the nickname for Shinobu ushered the night along, the festive party in full swing with foods and music and best of all sake. “Tanjiro, I sorta feel bad you got me so much” you said, pulling the boy to a quiet corner, “Well… I wanted to get you the perfect gifts so I went a little overboard” “ A little?” “Oh be quiet”  you two shared a laugh, your bodies falling closer together. “You know there was one thing I really wanted” you started nervously, the small shot of sake you took acting as liquid courage. Tanjiro clung to your next words until he froze, shocked as you finished, “You. All I wanted for christmas was you”.

It was as if the party around him settled to a dull background hum because you liked him….YOU liked HIM. He was over the moon at your confession, all that time spent looking for the perfect gift and you were interested in only him. In a flurry of excitement and full content, Tanjro reached over and placed a crooked kiss on your lips, stunning you. “I..ugh… sorry, got carried away” he scratched the back of his neck nervously after he pulled away, “Nope, I really liked it” you told him, gripping his collar to bring him in for another, more comfortable kiss.

You’d gone on a day where he was out on a mission to get checked, Shinobu personally examined you. After a few tests, Shinobu told you the news of your pregnancy; you’d be lying if you said you didn’t cry like a baby.

You weren’t expecting Rengoku to be home till tomorrow so you didn’t have to worry about telling him just yet, but that also meant you had too much time to think of how he would react.

Your mind went from “We love each other so much, this will only make us stronger” to “What if he leaves me because he doesn't want children yet?” so quickly, you barely slept that night from how erratic your thoughts were.

When he finally returned home, you initially felt relieved to have your love home safe and sound, but that was quickly replaced with worry once again.

You waited though, until later that night after you both had washed up and were laying in the bed cuddled together. You broke the silence by hesitantly saying, “My love I have something to tell you, please promise that you won’t freak out”. His arms tightened around your body briefly, “You can tell me anything”.

You sat up, watching as your boyfriend shifted so that his head was resting on his hand. Inhaling one final deep breath, the words rushed from your mouth “I’m pregnant”. Your eyes didn’t meet his, not ready to see his reaction.

Seconds passed, then a whole minute before you were able to look at him, he hadn’t made a sound. The small rational voice inside your head knew that Rengoku was a good man and would never leave you like this, but this silence was tourture.

Slowly, his hair obscured his expression as he moved to sit cross-legged in front of you. He looked up at you, tears running down his cheeks as the brightest smile you’d ever seen him wear graced his features. You didn’t know how you expected him to react, but a crying Rengoku wasn’t it.

He gently pulled you into his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist and his hands winding themselves in your hair. Your head lay pressed against his shoulder, his tears dampened your clothes as he rested his head against yours.  

“Thank you so much (y/n). There aren’t enough ways for me to tell you how proud I am to have you be the mother of my child” he sincerely spoke into your neck. He pulled back to stare at your face, his smile still very much present. “We are going to be exceptional parents” he kissed your check, then your forehead, then your nose, until finally kissing your lips.

You felt stupid for worrying, really how could you expet anything else from the man who’s love for you was so obvious. Rengoku was so excited about your pregnancy, that the next day he announced the news to the other hashiras (all who were very happy for you both). He has always been wary of your safety but now his level of concern has doubled, he always made sure you were taken care of and served you larger portions of food no matter how much you protested because he swore “You’re eating for two now and I’m going to make sure you're both eating enough”. Rengoku loved both you and his unborn child so much, you were so lucky to have found such an amazing man to spend the rest of your life with.

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