I’m literally obsessed w/your work it’s keeping me sane while I try not to think about what’s going to happen to Shinobu in the next movie 💔
I’d like to request just some fluff of Shinobu x a fem reader and they haven’t seen each other for a while. Shinobu is busy being a Hashira and taking care of patients, and reader is busy being slayer taking on mission after mission. Finally, the reader makes it home to the butterfly mansion when it’s already well past dusk, and finds Shinobu slaving away doing late night research. At first Shinobu thinks the reader is some random assistant, but then she quickly realizes it’s the reader, and so Shinobu immediately halts all of her research to dote on the reader. Eventually it leads to the reader gently/lovingly scolding Shinobu for being up late again, which eventually leads to the reader and Shinobu going to bed, and as they catch up, cuddle, and exchange kisses both reader and Shinobu fall asleep. Just very fluffy stuff :D Maybe it even rains too, or it’s cold so Shinobu and the reader have to snuggle up under the covers. All in all just comfort and fluff!
A/N: You're in luck! I actually wrote something really similar but tweaked it a bit to more fit your request. And I'm so happy that my work distracts you as much as it distracts me! Especially from what's going to happen next year LMAO yeah I did find out while writing this tho that I suck at dialogues so that's.. something... hope you enjoy!
LIMITED TIME
- kochou shinobu x f! reader
warning: none
word count: 1.6K
"Finally!"
You squished the demon's remaining ashes under your feet, successfully extinguishing whatever profanities it managed to scream at you. Not bothering to listen to any of them. You're just glad that after a week of overstaying yourself in this village, you've finally gotten rid of the reason you were here in the first place.
It wasn't a strong opponent by any chance but it sure was tricky and cunning. Using ways that even you, who usually just go for the head, think of your actions more deeply. After all, one mistake could lead to a terrifying massacre.
But you waved all of that away. You managed to slay the demon and save people in the process, that's important.
After a while of receiving the countless grateful thank yous, you passed everything else to the Kakushis that had recently arrived with a nod.
"Ame."
Your crow perches on your shoulder and you smile, patting her ruffled feathers as she caws loudly. "Rest! Rest! Rest!"
You chuckle, "Alright, I got it."
Your thoughts wander as you walk towards the direction your crow was guiding you. Warmth settled on your stomach when you realized the familiar pavement and purposely stationed planted flowers as well as the occasional flutter and waves of butterflies.
'Ah.' You fully relax your body, seemingly melting from the warmth on your face alone. You cannot deny that you've longed so much from your family and most of all, from your lover.
It was an unexpected development, you could admit. From close co-workers to friends and then something more. Shinobu captivated you in more ways imaginable and possible. So, imagine the loneliness that clouded you every day that you were away. Being a Hashira as well as her, duties were indeed more important. But sometimes you wish you could be selfish for once and stay one more day with her, free of any worries outside normal, mundane concerns.
Alas, duty calls and you had to be away for two whole months! Countless missions left and right, your recent being the longest you've ever had. It was exhausting and mentally taxing waking up and only having comfort from the frequently exchanged letters sent by the girls and Shinobu before you ready yourself for another night of demon hunting.
Though, you suppose none of those matters now as you stood at the sight of the Butterfly Estate with a tired smile. The sun had already retreated for the day and the bustling mansion was still up and lively, likely nursing after wounded slayers.
You didn't want to possibly distract them so you discreetly went inside and almost immediately bolted towards the work office Shinobu must be working herself on.
You weren't wrong as the clanks and light stomps become audible from behind the thin door.
You widely grinned, you didn't notify any of the girls of your arrival as even you weren't sure when you're free of the duties given towards you. So, you were giddy in your place to surprise Shinobu with your presence.
You raise your arm to knock.
-
Shinobu releases a tired exhale. After the seemingly endless hours stretching on, the beaker she held between her fingers made it entirely worth it. With this specific mixture, she should have a nicely prepared scabbard full of poisonous concoctions of wisteria enough to last a few missions.
'I shouldn't worry for a while.' Shinobu sets the glass aside but momentarily pauses when a knock becomes audible. However, before she could speak, the swish sound of the door harshly sliding enters her ears.
She inwardly sighs, "Aoi-chan, I greatly appreciate your concerns but didn't I-"
"Give the poor girl a break, won't you?"
Shinobu blinks, snapping her head behind. Gaping with widened eyes as your tired state emerged from whatever hell hole you came from.
She eventually snapped out of this quick trance, smirking as you walked closer towards her while she slightly leaned on the table behind. "Oh? Don't tell me you abandoned your missions to visit me? That's sweet but I'm afraid I have to report you to Master~!"
You chuckled, missing her soothing voice yet teasing tone. The two months away truly took so much precious things that you can't help but treasure everything you missed from Shinobu. As you got closer, you immediately pulled her in a tight hug, inhaling the wisteria scent that clung itself onto her and she giggled at your desperate hold.
Feeling you rubbing your head on her neck made Shinobu even giddier, "Now, now. Are you actually coaxing me into not snitching? How cunning of you, my dear."
Already used to this, you didn't mind her teasing behavior. You know just how you could shut Shinobu's mouth and she's well aware of your ability to do so. That in mind, you worked your magic as your hands slowly wandered around her body, while placing small light kisses on her jaw and neck below, grinning at the way she softly sighed as you did so.
Shinobu bit her lip, feeling herself immediately fluster at your touch. She cannot deny she longed so much from you. From your silent touches to the loving gazes. After all, work and research could only do so much to distract her from her aching yearning for you. She's just glad that you're finally free of your duties as much as she is currently too. Tilting her head, she hums at the way your lips last longer on her skin and your palms softly caressing her waist.
"Missed you." You grumbled, leaning away to face her before tilting your head.
"Don't you miss me, too?"
Shinobu chuckles, finding your pleading eyes adorable as she brought a hand to rub your cheek. "Of course I did, my beloved." Her reply easily gets a shy smile from you.
"Good," You sigh, pressing closer towards her again. "..because I missed you so much I could just die."
The Hashira pats your head, loving the way you leaned most of your weight onto her, "Hmmm.. so dramatic."
You completely ignored her words, rather continuing on complaining about your previous missions, grumbling and groaning as if Shinobu was giving attention to everything other than the way you twirled her hair around your finger or the way you lock your jaw the moment you recall something entirely embarrassing or annoying. She could just stare all day and not get tired of doing so.
"..'nobu, Shinobu.. are you listening to me?" She hums, licking her lips and bringing her eyes back and up to your own with a sly grin.
"Something about demons, yes?"
Yep, she wasn't listening. You shook your head. "Well, that's all from me, how about you? I trust that you've been taking care of yourself?"
Shinobu visibly beamed, "Of course, I have-!"
"Don't even lie."
You immediately deadpanned. "You have a futon in here, which you only bring out if you spent a few nights here again. And don't think I didn't notice your cold and untouched dinner set aside either."
Her smile tensed, her head tilting as her purple eyes seemed to glint with a single brow raised. "Well, what's the point of asking something you're already aware of?"
You roll your eyes, "I wanted to test you," You shrug, leaning away from her touch. "I guess you failed."
Shinobu didn't even let a single second pass without her arms tangled around your neck as she immediately pulled you in, her smirk widening.
"Don't think I would let you escape that fast~"
You giggle, easily balancing the two of you as you give her a short kiss. "I'd be saddened if you did." You give her hips a small squeeze, "After all, I wouldn't dream of letting you go."
She huffs in amusement, "My, what a sweet talker you are."
"Says you."
Shinobu laughs, slowly pushing you towards the conventionally placed futon on the side. The two of you immediately cling onto each other, with you burying your head on Shinobu's neck while she lovingly caress your hair, the warm blanket sat above you two.
Pure small moments like these, seemingly ordinary yet profoundly precious, are what Shinobu cherishes the most. Nothing else but love and care radiating from the two of you. How she wishes time could stop and stretch on endlessly just for the two of you to spend time together.
You soon break the long and comfortable silence. "Take care of yourself, will you? Not just for me but for the girls as well."
You take a small peek at her, pouting at the way Shinobu simply smirks with her eyes closed, your words seemingly entering and leaving one ear to another.
"I mean it, Shinobu. Don't push yourself too hard, you deserve a break too."
She sharply exhaled yet the smile plastered on her lips softened hearing your words and you snicker seeing it. You know she secretly likes being taken care well. Although, you doubt she'll agree hearing it.
You return to your supposed location, deep down her nape once again with a satisfied smile. The warmth in your stomach increasingly grows, content being beside your lover like this.
"I love you."
Shinobu feels the heat creep up her face and ears, her heart tug felt painful yet she loved every single beat of it because she knows it's all because of you. You always make her feel like she's floating, always without a single fail. And at that moment, she feels all the strain for the past weeks leave her body as her comfort fully and rightfully embraced her.
Words could never capture the actuality of her feelings and yet it easily left her mouth anyways.
"I love you too."
As she always had and always will.
shinobu secretly liking being taken care of is so so canon to me that i jst had to mention it as a small detail idk why
GRGRGRGG i feel like I could've done better at portraying shinobu but i cant let yall starve any longer so i forced myself to publish this heheheh hopefully i could finish other requests too, have a nice day!
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P.S. In this scenario Shinobu survived (she's still alive in my heart okay T_T)
They both slide into the bed without speaking, but the air between them is foggy with sighs and swallowed up whispers.
He feels disgustingly emotional, and Shinobu always manages to get even more sentimental on these nights. His nichirin blade is set up on a chair by the bed, all set up and ready for him to throw on in the night.
They face each other, lying just centimeters apart in the bed, and Shinobu traces one thin finger along the curves and angles of Y/N's cheek. He looks at her eyes, and her gaze lingers at his mouth.
He knows what she’s going to say even before she’s opened her mouth - she always rests one hand on his neck, shuffles closer beneath the sheets, and says the same words.
“I wish you didn’t have to go.”
And a lot of times Y/N doesn’t answer, but he hates the way the moonlight spills across Shinobu's face, how her hair smells clean and warm and like home. He hates how his muscles unfurl and how the mattress feels better when it’s dipped under their combined weight. He hates that he has to leave it all in the night.
“You just want me to lose a hand or a foot out there.”
He hates himself before he’s even finished the sentence, and as punishment he forces himself to watch. Watch as Shinobu flinches back, and clamps one hand over her shoulder - the shoulder she tore, the shoulder that can no longer handle the weight of a blade. The wound that keeps her from ever joining him again in battle.
“That’s not fair.” She says, voice wavering, but she grabs onto the front of his shirt like she understands, and rests her head beneath his chin.
She shuts her eyes.
She pretends to sleep as he bathes and dresses and pulls on his uniform. He touches her face so sweetly, just like he always does when he lets himself pretend she’s not awake. Then he presses his lips to her closed eyelids, one after the other, willing her to open her eyes so that he can look into them one last time before leaving.
He can’t say it out loud though, so he lets his kisses linger, pleading with her to open her eyes.
She doesn’t, even though he hears and feels the hitch in her breathing.
He walks away with the taste of salt on his mouth, feels the way she begged silently with him as well.
He carries her unspoken plea with him in his mouth, lets the taste linger over the blood and bile in battle, tells himself that if he just makes it back home tonight, he can rid himself of the taste with one kiss from Shinobu.
She was always there, from the beginning she was always there for me. The one who kissed my bruised knees, ran her fingers on my forehead to my hair and made sure my eyes were wide with wonder, and my heart is full of love. She was there when I cried because of my family, she was there when I disclosed my deepest secret, she was there when I almost died, when I tried putting a period in my life–twice. She was always there to pick me up each and every damn time that I fall, and she never, ever told me that neither one of them was my fault, or that I could have done more. When others looked at me as though I am solely a flaw, she looked at me as though my existence alone could make the stars shine, and the moon bright. She saves me, she was there. Those fleeting happy memories are stuck in my mind, they've made a shadow of doubt that smothers the light and consumes all that is good. The sadness that we have now reminds me of what we were, our mantra, our motto. We are absolute and powerful.
Everything reminds me of you. The dust, my pillow, my to-do list, my forgetfulness. But ironic how my memory loss doesn't "forget" You. Whatever I do, I always forget to forget You— I need it, I cling to it with every ounce of my feeling, with every living fiber that constitutes my being. I will never let go of you, whatever might happen, even if you're gonna tell me to set you free, sorry but I can't. You taught me how to live, but sorry if I pushed it to the extent where I made you my life. Please, love me again. We were absolute and powerful, remember?
I don’t know which one is the hardest: the swelling of my own lungs as they fill with all the empty frames where the memories are supposed to linger. Or the frantic, guilt-stricken breathing of my heart as it cries for my youth and the bittersweet taste of stale cigarettes, smoked under a star sodden moon. And I know the steel chains of grief are carried by broken hands and dragged around each ankle like dead weight, but that is not why my arms and legs tremble. It's not why I find myself here, playing hopscotch with your shadow and tossing pennies on the pavement, counting each rectangle where my feet failed to jump. Alone on the empty street, staring at the ground like it was a wishing well and all my pennies will be turned into luck, or sitting on the edge of a cliff, as I wander the beautiful facade of the night sky waiting for a shooting star to find its way towards my hoping– heart. And perhaps, looking up at the sky as if angels are real, and if I stay long enough, the sanguine will rise with sympathetic favor and grant us to play one last time. And it's a shameful tragedy that our stars failed to align, even though the record shows that we tried so many times.
I've tried to let you go. Dump these burning feelings into the coolness of the abyss. Scrape you from my insides, like a lifesaving cleanse. But you hold tight like a storm's lingering residue, the destruction has hampered my efforts of rebuilding. I will never move on from you, I love you too much. You had me at a point where I would've given up on life, left the world, if not because of you. I love you, so much. Save me, one last time.
