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“shinobu-san! can we hold a party in your home today? i have a special guest visiting…” tanjiro requested, holding his hands in front of himself politely as he waited for the hashira to give any kind of answer.
turning around at her desk, she smiled in agreement. tanjiro was the only person who could see that she was upset, and he was one of the only people who would willingly take on the pain she felt on herself.
all of the hashira were helping the male set up his decorations and set out dishes. tanjiro yelled at his companions time to time, fussing that certain areas weren’t as perfect as he wanted them to be, or some areas there wouldn’t be the correct flowers. no one had seen tanjiro on edge, it’s like he was extremely excited and nervous at the same time.
“tanjiro? nezuko?” a soft voice called, making everyone take their swords out to the intruder.
“no! that’s her! that’s who i’m waiting for!” tanjiro exclaimed, voice laced with fear as he stood in front of her.
“tanjiro! oh wow, your scar, it’s much more different now…” you trailed off, hands gently holding his face as the male nodded with a blush on his cheeks.
his hands rest on top of your own, turning himself around to introduce you to the crowd. you gave a gentle smile, cheeks a bit flushed from the sudden attention on you as tanjiro was visibly excited to see you.
“hello, i’m (l/n) (f/n)! and i’m-“
“she’s my fiancée! we’ve been together since i was twelve and we’re sticking together from now on!” he exclaimed, flushing a deep red when you chuckled at his cuteness.
“fiancée?! tanjiro has a fiancée?!” zenitsu screamed, running into the hall to look at you.
tripping over himself, the male began wailing, screaming how it was unfair. you looked to your lover with a confused look, but he laughed it off saying it was nothing. you chuckled, kissing the male’s temple as you felt something small hug you too. looking down, you noticed it was nezuko.
“wah! you’re so cute and tiny now! i could just eat you up nezuko-chan!” you giggled, crouching down to lift the girl in your arms as she hugged you with happy noises escaping her lips.
all of the males stared at you incredulously, mesmerized with your looks. you had the features of a goddess, and the gentle way you spoke didn’t help the collected thought either. tanjiro managed to pull a woman from the moon, and with that he seemed genuinely happy with her. there was no emotion of confidence, nothing of that sort, when he looked at her. though, when uzui mentioned his wives are prettier, tanjiro started to argue until his wife hit his head to make him stop.
“thank you for this party, i really loved it. it was nice meeting everyone who took care of you, tanjiro-kun. and,” you looked at all the hashira with a bow of your head, “thank you for taking care of him. he’s a bit of troublemaker, i hope he wasn’t too much.” and with that, you all left, going to your next missions.
during your time away from tanjiro you took upon learning how to work with different medicines and wield a blade yourself. you ended up working for the demon slayer corps unofficially, due to ubayashiki refusing to allow you to sacrifice yourself. but you did receive a sword and the uniform to match your fiancée. you didn’t end up meeting the hashira again until months later, where you forcefully had to meet due to some kind of urgent meeting.
“this brat broke his sword again! let me at him! i’m gonna teach his ass some manners! and the demon girl broke tanjiro’s! i will kill you both!” the blacksmiths exclaimed, trying to fight off tanjiro and zenitsu as inosuke and nezuko gripped onto your kimono.
“i see you’re as lively as ever over here! (y/n)-girl, how have you been?” your ears picked up on someone, turning around to see rengoku, the two burying themselves in your chest as you chuckled at their antics.
“i’ve been good. i see you’re sporting a new look rengoku-sama. it suits you.” you replied, giggling once tanjiro ran next to you to say hello to his teacher, a smile never breaking off his face.
tanjiro held on to your hand unconsciously, gripping it once sanemi came around. his rough manner of talk even getting tanjiro nervous as you kept a small smile on your lips the whole time. the two’s argument became heated, and your hand rested on sanemi’s cheek.
“there’s no need to fight,” a dark shadow grew on your face, almost resembling an oni, “right?”
sanemi felt a shiver go down his spine, shoving himself away from your lover. you gave a cheerful smile after, turning back to see a shaking tanjiro, who he himself, was utterly afraid of you. laughing at his face, you gasped once the male hugged you, kissing your temple gently.
“i’m glad we’re here.”