Random Kny One Shots [Requests Closed] 100 PARTS LETS GOOOO ✨

Theme: SILLY CHAOTIC FLUFF

Note: I did the Uppermoons for Christmas sooo

also I love that picture–

Imma just interchange Demon Slayers(Hashira, mostly), Upms, DS’s, Upms, etc-

that means Valentine’s day is Upm’s 🫢

Ships: UzuRen, GenMui, SaneKana, ShinoGiyuu, ObaMitsu

Kanae’s alive in this time just cuz I can :3

×××

“What happened…?” Gyomei asked, the sound of laughing and crying children coming from somewhere in the Butterfly mansion. He’d been summoned here for some reason, by Aoi, and had come immediately.

Aoi hung her head. “I think a Blood Demon Art turned them into children somehow. I’m trying to study it but they were moving around too much. At most, I can say that it’ll go away in twenty four hours since it started.”

“And how long ago had they changed?” Gyomei inquired, stepping inside as she closed the door behind him.

“An hour,” Aoi said. “I think around four or five AM?”

“Right. So… Twenty three more hours,” Gyomei said grudgingly. He’d need to bring them somewhere safe so that he could finish the missions they couldn’t while under the curse and still do his own. 

Aoi nodded.

“AOI-SANNN, HELP!!” a girl—Sumi—shouted.

Aoi turned and dashed off, Gyomei a few steps behind her. 

They entered the kitchen where Sumi had been yelling from and found Sanemi standing next to the stove throwing what appeared to be eggs into a pan. 

“What is he doing…?” Aoi asked, lifting the child Hashira and setting him on the ground, holding his hand tightly.

“I think he was trying to make eggs,” Sumi said, shrugging. 

Aoi sighed and quickly lifted the pan with her free hand, placing it next to the sink. 

“Do they know anything and are only in child form?” Gyomei asked. It would surely make things easier.

Aoi shook her head. “Not much. They seem to remember each other at most, a couple other things as well, but nothing about the Demon Slayer Corps I think.” 

Gyomei nodded. “Okay,” he said, turning to Sanemi who wore his shirt on like a nightgown. 

Sanemi glared at him and said, “I’s cooking pancakes.”

“Pancakes?” Sumi said, looking confused.

“How old are you?” Gyomei asked curiously, evaluating Sanemi’s height to his age and his way of speaking.

Sanemi raised a hand, closing his fingers to display three. “Four,” he said.

Aoi raised an eyebrow. “That’s three fingers,” she said. 

He huffed. “Free.” 

Gyomei nodded again. “Right. Where are the others?”

Aoi jerked her head to the door, motioning to where they could hear shouting from. “Somewhere there. We should probably get there soon,” she said, picking up Sanemi who thrashed in her arms. 

Sumi followed the two as they quickly made their way through the Butterfly Estate, weaving through the mess the children had made.

Giyuu stood in the middle of the corridor, Shinobu pulling on his hair as he cried. 

Aoi put Sanemi on the ground and pulled Shinobu and Giyuu apart from each other.

“I want Nee-San!!” Giyuu whined, reaching up for Aoi who picked him up, balancing him on her hip. 

Gyomei picked up Shinobu, scolding her for being mean to Giyuu.

“Nee-San?” Aoi asked.

The little boy nodded, his haori draped over him like a cape. “Tsu-San!! Tsu..kato! Takoo, Nee-San, Tsutako,” he babbled, blinking at her with his wide, blue eyes.

“He has a sister?” Aoi said, patting his head.

Giyuu tilted his head. “Where Nee-San?” he asked. 

“Uhm… She’s…” she paused. “What about your parents?”

“Wha?”

Gyomei shook his head. “We should round up all the Hashira and bring them to one room to contain them in until the twenty three hours end,” he suggested.

Aoi agreed and Gyomei quickly picked up Sanemi—who had been about to sneak away. They dropped the three Hashira in a guest room which Muichiro appeared to already be in.

“Alright, four Hashira, four more to go,” Aoi said, sighing.

“Four? Not five?” Gyomei asked.

“No, Kanae wasn’t turned into a child.”

“Oh. I can take different halls from each other so we can cover more ground?” Gyomei suggested.

“Alright,” Aoi agreed.

The two closed the door quickly—making sure the window was closed as well—then made their way through the estate again, in different directions.

Aoi found Tengen balancing on a chair, Kyojuro staring at him with wide, terrified eyes. 

Aoi picked them both up, sighing when Tengen whined that he’d been about to become a professional trapeze artist. She backtracked to the room, dropped the two in, and went back to searching. 

A while later, after not finding anyone, she went back to the room where she saw Gyomei closing the door. 

“Did you find the last two?” she asked.

He shook his head. “I was hoping you had, so I looked in here. I couldn’t find them.”

“Ah. Who’s missing?” she said. 

“Iguro and Kanroji.”

“Hm, do you know where either might hide?” 

“No… Iguro has a snake, though? Maybe he followed it into the garden or something,” Gyomei suggested.

“Alright, I’ll look in the garden. Maybe they wandered back around the house? Could you do another look through?” she asked.

“Yes, of course.”

They split up again, Aoi heading to the garden and Gyomei searching the mansion over.

Aoi noted the door to the patio was open and she saw Kanao sitting there, staring off at something watchfully.

“Kanao?”

The addressed girl turned, her eyes flicking back to where she’d been staring. 

“Aoi?”

“Uh, do you know where Mitsuri and Iguro are?” Aoi asked.

Kanao nodded and pointed to the place she’d been staring at—under the Sakura tree. 

Aoi thanked her and went there, noting that the tree’s flowers were starting to sprout. 

On the ground, Mitsuri and Obanai sat there, apparently talking as Kaburamaru stared at them in disbelief. 

“There you are…” Aoi said, sighing. She knelt down in front of them and a look of panic crossed Obanai’s eyes. He flinched and grabbed Kaburamaru, hiding behind him, his eyes closed.

Aoi cocked her head, confused. “Is… everything alright here?” she asked.

Mitsuri smiled at her. “Hi!” 

“Hello, what happened to Obanai?”

“Iguro-San is scared of women,” Mitsuri said, patting the Hashira carefully. Her hair was black and in small braids. She wore Obanai’s haori like an extremely long dress-cape. 

“Why?” Aoi asked. 

“Because his mama and his peoples who were ‘upposed to be his mama and auntie were being meanies,” Mitsuri huffed, glaring at no one in particular.

“Ah… Will you help me bring him to a room? There are people he knows there that will guarentee to keep him safe,” Aoi said.

Mitsuri nodded and Aoi backed up a bit, letting the two have a bit of space.

Mitsuri turned to Obanai who sat tense and afraid.

“The lady will bring us to safe people!” Mitsuri said cheerfully.

Kaburamaru struggled in Obanai’s death-grip, though he nodded his own assent—mostly because he wanted to be let go. Obanai peeked through his arms uncertainly. He didn’t have his bandages on and wore his corps uniform awkwardly as it was many—many—sizes too big. “Safe?” he asked quietly.

Mitsuri nodded encouragingly. 

Obanai looked down, his arms falling from his face, letting Kaburamaru go. His hand brushed at the grass and nodded, finally, though he still looked uncertain. “Okay.”

They stood, their hands clutched together and Kaburamaru beside them, and walked carefully to Aoi who smiled at them. 

“Alright, do you want me to carry the both of you? It may be hard to walk so far by yourself,” she said.

Obanai looked hesitant but when Mitsuri agreed quickly, he followed her lead. 

A couple minutes later they were back at the room.

Aoi opened the door and found all of the Hashira there had climbed on top of Gyomei and were asking him dozens of questions—except Giyuu and Muichiro who sat in the corner, staring at the wall in silence.

She let Mitsuri and Obanai down and they found a place to sit comfortable.

Aoi closed the door and sighed.

“Everything okay?” she asked.

Gyomei nodded, prying Sanemi’s hands from his hair. 

She laughed, helping him pull off the Hashira that were clutching onto him like their life depended on it.

“Iguro and Kanroji were in the garden,” she said. 

“Ah, alright,” he murmured, placing Tengen on the floor and Kyojuro onto the bed. 

Tengen turned and ran to the corner where Giyuu and Muichiro sat and started shaking Giyuu who started to cry again.

“Hey, hey, let him go,” Aoi said, moving Tengen away.

“He’s too quiet,” Tengen complained.

“That’s not reason to shake him! It’s hurting him,” Aoi scolded, putting her hands on her hips. “Tell him you’re sorry!”

“But I’m not!!” he shot back, huffing.

Shinobu, who had been walking around the room, noticed this and stomped too Tengen, copying Aoi’s pose and saying sternly in her high-pitched childish voice, “Tell him you’re sorry!!”

“No!”

Aoi raised an eyebrow, deciding not to remind Shinobu that she’d just been pulling Giyuu’s hair earlier.

Shinobu raised a hand and slapped Tengen who stepped back, not having expected this. “Say sorry!” she shouted.

Tengen crossed his arms but said, grudgingly, “I’m sorry.”

Shinobu huffed and went to Giyuu, plopping down on the ground next to him and patting his shoulder.

Aoi laughed. “Okay… No more violence,” she said, ushering Tengen to a different part of the room. 

Gyomei went to Muichiro, who was being extremely quiet, and said, “Do you need anything?”

Muichiro nodded, pouting.

“What is it?”

“Genya!” he said, his lower lip trembling.

“Genya..?” 

“I wan’ Genya!” Muichiro whined, close to bursting into tears.

“A…Alright, I’ll send him a letter,” Gyomei said quickly, leaving the room to write to Genya.

Muichiro looked down at his laps, tears falling down his cheeks.

Tengen went to the edge of the bed, climbed on after a bit of struggle, and stood triumphantly on the pillow, grinning. 

Kyojuro watched him in awe.

“You’re so cool!” he said.

Tengen nodded. Then faltered and slipped off the pillow to the mattress, sitting down next to Kyojuro. “Do you have brothers?” he asked.

Kyojuro nodded. “Senjuro! He’s very baby. Small,” he agreed. 

Tengen assented. “Small.”

“Have you brother?” Kyojuro asked.

Tengen looked down. “No.”

“No?”

“They’re dead.”

Kyojuro flinched and stared at Tengen, his eyes wide in fear. “What..?”

Tengen nodded, rubbing at his eyes quickly before looking up and grinning. “But I’m a shinobi ninja!!” he said, putting on his pride-filled façade again. 

“Really?” Kyojuro’s voice was full of awe and his eyes practically shone.

 “Mhm!”

As the two talked, Sanemi found himself wandering around, unsure what to do. 

He noticed Shinobu and went to her, asking where her sister was.

“Kanae?” 

Sanemi nodded. “Where’s her?”

Shinobu shrugged. “I dunno.”

The door opened and Gyomei walked back in, followed by Kanae who was looking around curiously, nearly laughing when she saw the children.

Aoi looked up and smiled, thankful for the help.

Sanemi instantly was at Kanae’s side, staring up at her in wonder.

“Tall…” he murmured, having remembered her shorter than himself—although that had been a memory of when he’d been normal.

Kanae knelt down and smiled at him, patting his messy hair. 

“Hello, Sanemi,” she said adoringly, booping his nose.

Suddenly shy, Sanemi nodded back. “Hi…”

“Are you doing alright?” she asked.

He started to nod again but then paused. “I want’s to make pancakes but she”—he pointed to Aoi—”took the pan.”

“Pancakes?” Kanae glanced at Aoi who shook her head and said, “He was throwing eggs into a pan.”

Kanae laughed. “You know how to make pancakes, hm?” she asked, directing her question to Sanemi.

“I… watched Mother do it,” Sanemi said, flushing in embarrassment when she laughed.

“Well, you musn’t put eggs right into the pan to make them,” Kanae said. 

“Oh.”

“Do you want me to teach you? We can make pancakes for everyone!” she suggested.

He nodded enthusiastically. “Ok!”

She smiled and took his hand, standing and making her way to the kitchen.

Muichiro, noticing Gyomei walk in, turned to him. “Genya?” he asked expectantly.

“He’s on his way,” Gyomei said assuringly.

Muichiro titled his head. “On his huh?”

“He is almost here,” Gyomei corrected.

“Almost where?” Muichiro asked, confused.

Gyomei sighed. “Nevermind.”

There was a knock at the door somewhere and then voices. Then the door to the room opened a minute later and Genya walked in, only understanding a bit of it through the letter Gyomei had sent.

“Uhm…” He blinked. “Wow.”

Gyomei stood and Muichiro practically ran over to Genya, tripping over his own clothes several times. 

“GENYA!!” he shouted.

Genya laughed and greeted Muichiro. “You’re so much smaller now,” he commented, patting his head.

Muichiro nuzzled his hand in agreement, clutching onto Genya’s arm. 

Genya picked him up and turned to Gyomei.

“So… they’re all like this?”

“Yes, except Kanae,” Gyomei agreed. “And me.”

Genya nodded. “What about Sanemi?”

“Him too. He is with Kanae in the kitchen, I presume.”

“Okay!” Genya thanked him then glanced down at Muichiro in his arms. “Do you mind going to see my brother?” he asked.

Muichiro shook his head, his small hands wrapped around Genya’s shoulder.

“Alright.”

As Genya closed the door on his way out, Tengen suddenly shouted, “I’M GOING TO JUMP OFF!!”

Gyomei turned to him in concern to see him at the edge of the bed, ready to propell himself off.

Kyojuro looked frantic and was trying to stop him, holding him back by his clothes.

Tengen struggled out of his grip and Gyomei quickly made his way to them, picking them both up and setting them on the floor. 

“Don’t jump off, you might get hurt,” he warned.

“It’s not that high!” Tengen protested.

Gyomei shook his head. “It doesn’t matter.”

Tengen grumbled but Kyojuro looked relieved. 

Gyomei sighed. “No crazy antics, alright?”

Tengen nodded and trudged off to a different side of the room, trying to find something interesting.

Obanai and Mitsuri watched all of this quietly—or, Obanai stayed silent and Mitsuri chatted about random things, drawing on the onesided conversation naturally, jumping from one topic to the other.

Occasionally, Obanai would say something, but he mostly watched her or let his eyes wander around the room as she spoke.

Shinobu wandered over to them at one point and started talking to Mitsuri.

Obanai sighed and turned his attention to Giyuu who sat alone again.

He stood, telling Mitsuri where he would be, and dragging Kaburamaru with him to Giyuu.

“Hi,” he said.

Surprised, Giyuu flinched. “Hi,” he mumbled.

“You look like th’ world ended,” Obanai said bluntly.

“Uhm…” 

They stared at each other for a beat before turning and staring at the one window of the room, the sky bright and morning now, lighting up the room.

After a while, the children got restless and started wanting to leave the room. 

As Gyomei and Aoi tried calming them down, Kanae called to them that there was breakfast and they were let out carefully to go downstairs.

A while before, Genya had made his way to the kitchen and seen Sanemi and Kanae making pancakes.

“Sanemi?” he said curiously. 

Kanae greeted him and Muichiro quickly then turned back, stopping Sanemi from dumping another cup of flour into the mix they’d made. 

Sanemi, noticing Genya then, stared at him for a beat. “You’re tall,” he noted.

Genya laughed. “Yes, yes I am.”

Muichiro glared at Sanemi who glared back.

Kanae and Genya stood awkwardly for a moment, unsure what to do. 

Eventually, Genya offered to help make the food and they continued, Muichiro sitting on the table and watching as they worked.

Once it was finished, everybody found themselves in the kitchen, crowding around to eat.

Kanae and Genya put out plates for all of the children and got some for themself, Kanao, Aoi, and Genya.

While the children ate—and made a mess—Kanae started talking to Gyomei about what had happened.

“Aoi told me everything she knew, we don’t know which demon caused it but Aoi said she thinks that the demon’s Blood Art probably activated a bit later and the demon was most likely taking shape as an animal or something to hide itself and then found a way to activate it on the Hashira so it would happen all at the same time?” Kanae said.

Gyomei nodded. “It is not particularily harmless, luckily. It doesn’t appear painful in any way, either,” he said, picking up his plate.

Genya and Aoi quickly put themselves to the task of watching the children, deciding they shouldn’t butt into the Hashira’s conversations as they weren’t anywhere close to the rank.

(i’m getting lazy so let’s do a 23 hour timeskip ✨)

×××

Gyomei had left to do his—and the other Hashira’s—missions whilst Genya and Aoi were getting the children to sleep.

Shinobu had insisted on being with Giyuu, fearing that Tengen would come and start harrassing him again so Aoi had set up a little blanket-bed on the floor for them. 

Tengen had been unwilling to let go of Kyojuro—who didn’t seem to care—and had taken the bed he’d previously tried jumping off of, holding Kyojuro too tightly as he had gone to bed.

Obanai was still scared and was restless so he was up by the window, staring up at the night sky. Mitsuri, who had wanted to make sure he was okay, had fallen asleep on the ground next to him, having grown tired. Obanai had made sure she was comfortable, even stealing Tengen’s pillow to place under her head.

Sanemi was sleeping by himself in a corner, having gathered random blankets from different rooms and bundled himself up there after making sure Genya wouldn’t die—he must’ve gotten concerned when he’d heard that Gyomei was going off on his missions.

And finally, Muichiro was in Genya’s arms because he kept crying when Genya tried to put him to bed.

Genya and Aoi stood in the middle of the room, exhausted. 

“That… took too long,” Genya said, grumbling.

Aoi laughed, agreeing. “They should turn back soon. It’s been about twenty four hours, I think,” she said, glancing at Obanai who stood unmotionlessly. 

Almost as if on cue, Obanai suddenly popped back to his regular size, flinching. “What the hell,” he mumbled.

Muichiro, in Genya’s arms, suddenly grew like three times the size he’d just been, making Genya nearly drop him.

Muichiro woke up, blinked, and got out of Genya’s arms, looking confused. “Huh…?”

The other Hashira began changing back, starting with the smallest ones—Obanai, Muichiro, and Shinobu—and then quickly the rest were back to normal, awake and wondering what the hell they were doing there.

{Word count: 3003}

watch me listen to an angst playlist while I write this

love you all<33

ty for sticking w/ me thru 100 parts ❤

and…… 

some1 pray for my homework ✨ (i got used to no homework and i have barely done any of it so yay 💀)