#fits modern au

[minteayoongimakesmewoozi]

[aggressively side-shoves the person in front of me] Hi! Hello, can i get two orders of fluffy and soft pancake couples with extra sweet syruppy moments?

14. "i've been looking for my hoodie-" "my hoodie, you mean."

Tanyame ofc, though this one i would fits *haha* modern au established relationship.

18. "you're cold?" "no? it's super sunny right now-" "take my jacket anyway."

Fujiko and/or Yorichii or michikatsu

Sank 💕

LSDNFEWNOEFO it's okay there aren't many people for u to shove!!!!! but yes i can absolutely do my best to serve up some fluffy pancakes for u!!!!! esp cos we need it, considering what happened in ch116.........

and i will take any reason to write fujiko 🥺🥺🥺 thank u for feeding my fujiko and sengoku era squad obsession as always!!!!!! <3

14. "i've been looking for my hoodie-" "my hoodie, you mean."

(modern!au)

Tanjirou was used to a routine when he returned home from work. He would open the door to his cat greeting him with a meow, followed by his girlfriend meeting him in the genkan with a kiss and a murmured, "Okaeri." That was the signal for the burdens of the day to disappear from his shoulders.

However, there was a shift in routine when he called out "Tadaima!" and was met with silence after the customary greeting by Shirogane.

He blinked, taking in the quiet living room. The lights were on, which meant that Ayame was home from work, but she wasn't heading over to greet him. The kitchen was empty as well; no clanging of pots and pans as Ayame wrestled with the temperamental stove that they kept saying they would replace.

Tanjirou put away his coat, stepping into his house slippers with a concerned sound. Shirogane wound around his legs before sauntering off to do what he did best - napping in the early evening sunlight until it was dinnertime.

"Ayame?" he called out.

There was a thump, then sounds from their bedroom. Ayame appeared, her bun half-unravelled, the loosened curls sitting on one shoulder.

"Tanjirou, you're home! I didn't hear you," she said apologetically, leaning up to press a distracted kiss to his lips. "Okaeri."

His hands settled on her hips before she could draw away. The corners of her lips twitched, her hands resting on his shoulder in return.

"What's wrong?" he asked, thumbs rubbing circles against the worn fabric of her t-shirt. He recognised it; it was his old baseball jersey from high school. "Did something happen at work today, love?"

"No - well, yes," she admitted at Tanjirou's eyebrow raise, "but that's not the point."

"No?"

"I've been looking for my hoodie - "

"My hoodie, you mean."

"Our hoodie," she retorted. "Don't be selfish, Tanjirou."

Tanjirou couldn't help the grin that helplessly tugged at his lips. He shouldn't have been so happy; Ayame had just confessed to having a bad day at work, although it was obvious enough when he saw his old baseball jersey hanging off her frame. She only ever wore it when she needed comfort and he wasn't around to provide it immediately. Her workplace was much closer than his, after all.

"Anyway," Ayame continued, playing with the hair at his nape, "I can't find it. Do you know where it is?"

He hummed, fingers locking at the small of her back so he could pull her flush against his chest. She followed easily, gravitating into his orbit without a complaint.

"Sunshine?"

"Hm?"

Tanjirou blinked his eyes open - he wasn't aware they had closed. He nuzzled the top of her head, humming once more at the familiar scent of her shampoo.

"The hoodie?" she questioned.

Right. The hoodie. It was a hoodie that was about two sizes too big on him, with a green-and-black icihimatsu pattern. He had gotten it as a birthday present from his family when he was fifteen and it had been so hilariously huge that he could still wear it even now that he was well into his adult years. From the moment he started dating Ayame, she was wearing it more often than not. He didn't mind - it looked much better on her than it ever did on him.

"I think we left it at Zenitsu's place," he said thoughtfully.

The last time she had worn it was on their double date with Zenitsu and Nezuko. They had returned to Zenitsu's apartment afterwards, and they'd had another heated games night as usual.

Ayame's expression fell. Tanjirou leaned down to kiss her frown away, helplessly charmed by the way she loved that old hoodie so much.

When they broke apart, foreheads pressed together, she murmured, "We should go get it back."

"Mn, sure." He pressed his lips to hers again, spinning her so she was walking back towards the living room. "But not right now. It's late."

"It's barely seven," she protested, although she allowed him to walk her backwards until her calves hit the sofa. "Tanjirou, the hoodie - "

"You don't need it," he assured her. "I'm here now, okay?"

"You just got back from work."

"It's fine, it's fine."

"You stink. You need a shower. You smell like sweat and sugar."

Her nose wrinkled. She was never very fond of overly sweet things, even though she was dating a pastry chef.

Tanjirou smirked. "Let go of me so I can take a shower, then."

Her arms wound around his neck, a stubborn pout on her lips. Always so contradictory, his Ayame.

"Maybe after one more kiss," Ayame said, fingers sliding into his hair. "Then you can go."

Tanjirou ducked his head down, lips meeting hers. He knew as well as she did that they never stopped at one more kiss. But hey, who was he to tell her otherwise?

He had lost count of how many kisses they'd had when the doorbell rang. He let out a groan, unwilling to move from his spot where he was draped over Ayame as she lay on the couch. He gave her a beseeching look, begging her to ignore it. Unfortunately, the doorbell rang once more, followed by a staccato knock that could only be Zenitsu.

Ayame chuckled, pressing a fleeting kiss to his cheek. "Think this is payback for all the times you interrupted him and Nezuko?" she teased.

"Probably," Tanjirou grumbled, moving so she could answer the door.

It wasn't his fault he hadn't realised Zenitsu was trying to woo Nezuko!

He rolled into the warmth Ayame left behind, finally letting his body settle into the old sofa. He only raised himself on his elbows when Ayame excitedly called out his name.

"Look!" she gasped, eyes lighting up in delight.

He smiled helplessly. "Well, would you look at that."

She was already Tanjirou's oversized hoodie, the too-long sleeves flapping about as she waved her arms. There was a pleased flush on her cheeks, and Tanjirou just felt like he was falling for her all over again. To think she would be so happy over such a small thing.

"Hope I'm not intruding," Zenitsu said - as if he cared if he did.

Tanjirou snorted. "Of course not." He gave his blonde friend a warm smile. "Thanks."

"Don't mention it." Zenitsu turned to Ayame. "Inosuke told me what happened at work today. Must've been embarrassing, ne?"

Ayame stilled. She turned her head slowly to glare at Zenitsu. "Don't."

Tanjirou sat up. His curiousity was piqued.

"What happened?"

"We don't have to talk about it," Ayame answered hurriedly. "Come on, Tanjirou - look! I have my hoodie back!"

"Our hoodie," he muttered under his breath with no small amount of amusement. "And hey, I want to know!"

"Great!" Zenitsu grinned. "Inosuke's coming over in half an hour with takeout. He saw the whole thing."

Ayame scowled. "I hate you guys."

Tanjirou laughed, beckoning her over. She begrudgingly shuffled over, still pouting even as she stood between his legs.

"You love us," he teased, pulling her down by the sleeves for one more kiss.

Her gaze softened when she pulled away. Her hands, buried in his hoodie sleeves, cupped his cheeks before she was leaning back in for another kiss. As usual, one more kiss was never enough.

"I love you," she whispered against his lips.

"Guys, seriously," Zenitsu whined, causing the couple to pull apart. "Look, I'm so happy you guys are a loving couple, but give it a break."

"I'll give you a break, alright," Ayame huffed, glaring at Zenitsu. "Break one of your bones."

Tanjirou laughed into Ayame's stomach. Fingers slipping under her hoodie and shirt, he traced I love you too onto the warm skin of her lower back. Her warm glance told him she knew that too.

18. "you're cold?" "no? it's super sunny right now-" "take my jacket anyway."

(modern!au)

Fujiko couldn't believe her luck.

It had been pouring when she left her house. The dark clouds had dominated the sky before she could blink, and a heavy downpour had dropped right onto her head. Of course, it had to be the one day she had forgotten her umbrella at home. She had to run to the station, glaring out at the deluge that had accompanied her walk.

And now...

"Unbelievable," she muttered to herself.

The sky was a bright blue, the sun shining down cheerfully. A few fluffy white clouds floated amongst the azure expanse.

The journey had only taken half an hour. How the hell?

"What happened to you?"

Fujiko turned at the sound of her friend's voice. Michikatsu was looking down at her still-damp clothes, utterly puzzled.

"It rained when I left the house," she sighed, shaking her head. "I guess the wind blew the storm away from here."

A brisk wind blew past, causing a shiver to wrack through her body. She had thought it was bad in the air-conditioned depths of the train, but even with the sun's warmth beating down on her, her drenched clothes were keeping the cold locked close to her skin.

Yoriichi caught sight of her and immediately coughed.

"You're cold?" he asked, already removing his jacket.

"No?" Fujiko lied. At Yoriichi's bland look, she added, "It's super sunny right now - "

"Take my jacket anyway."

His jacket was shoved into her arms.

Fujiko blinked. She didn't think Yoriichi had ever acted so insistent before.

"Yoriichi, I'll get it wet," she protested, trying to return it to him.

He glanced down at her, then immediately averted his gaze.

"It - It's fine," he insisted. "Just take it - put it on. Please."

"But why?"

Yoriichi winced. "Don't... ask. Just - please."

"I don't understand - "

"Your bra is showing," Michikatsu interjected flatly. "Fujiko, please."

Oh.

... Oh!

It was the middle of summer, so her pale pink blouse was made of a thin material to keep her cool. She hadn't expected the sudden summer rain, and...

Her cheeks heated up.

"That explains why everyone was staring at me," she said weakly. "I'm going to crawl into a hole and hide forever."

Yoriichi laughed quietly, glancing at her as she buried her face in his jacket. "Don't do that. Just put on my jacket and it'll be fine."

Bemoaning her own idiocy, she pulled her hands through the sleeves and zipped it up halfway. The long sleeves fell over her fingers. A warm and spiced scent tickled her nose - the scent of Yoriichi's cologne.

Fujiko sighed. "I look ridiculous."

"It's fine," Yoriichi assured her. "We're going to see a movie anyway."

She peered up at him. "Won't you be cold?"

He shook his head.

With a smirk, Michikatsu muttered, "You guys can always share body heat."

Fujiko reached over to punch him in the arm in outrage. Yoriichi merely reddened and ducked his head.

"Don't joke around like that," she hissed, wishing her ears didn't feel so hot.

Michikatsu gave her a bland look. She didn't know why he was so insistent that Yoriichi had feelings for her. That was the most ridiculous thing she had ever heard in her life. Everyone knew that he was in love with Uta - Michikatsu better than anyone.

"Where's Keichirou-kun?" Yoriichi asked, stepping between Fujiko and his brother before their bickering could escalate.

Fujiko slipped her hands into Yoriichi's jacket pockets, warming her cold hands. "He's waiting for us at the movie theatre."

"Better get a move on, then," said Michikatsu, lengthening his strides.

Fujiko let out an annoyed sound in the back of her throat; he knew she couldn't keep up with him like that!

Thankfully, Yoriichi remained by her side instead of leaving her in the dust. He was silent, which wasn't a strange occurrence, except that this silence felt like he was holding something back.

Fujiko smiled warmly. "Well, Yoriichi? You can say whatever is on your mind."

Yoriichi glanced at her, only to have his gaze skitter away.

"... It looks good on you," he confessed quietly.

"Hm?"

"The jacket. It looks better on you than it does on me."

There was a quiet confession in his voice. Fujiko thought that maybe it was possible Yoriichi might see her as more than a friend.

Maybe.

[canisalbus]

✦ Hound mode ✦

[sualne]

clothes!!!

[polarsirens]

some thoughts continuing from this modern au looks

[shrewcafe]

neuvifuri college au where they both go to the same university and yes this is how they met, accidentally matching outfits like they (their past lives coughs) haven't done that for the past 500 yrs

[pineapple-frenzy]

Dumb lil thing about them meeting up

[glassedplanets]

a few months ago giffy was like "haha hear me out, what if tattoo au" and then we blacked out and talked about nothing else for like three weeks

[crushpomegranates]

goth shart!!!

[nightmaskart]

Shadowheart and Lae'zel on a windy day

[dumbfucksystem]

imagine if the shen family was actually a part of the mafia. and shen yuan just never knew.

like his Family is rich and they are all super close. he’s even in contact with some of his distant relatives pretty often, which is kinda cool for him, he’s sure that this isn’t the case for most families so he considers himself lucky to know the extent of his family tree. sure, some of them seem to have lost a marble or two but what family doesn’t have a couple oddballs in their midst, you know?

and its not just sy’s comical obliviousness that contributes to this. his family is well aware that sy is not suited for this life style- especially his siblings. they grew up watching him get himself into all sorts of weird situations and putting himself at a disadvantage simply because he’s too nice. he can try and deny it all he wants (just like how he denies he’s gay- c’mon sy everyone can tell you are not straight) but his sense of justice would only burden him if he were to work for the Family. not to mention his sense of self preservation is absolute shit and they don’t want to have to babysit him his whole life- and he probably doesn’t want that either!

so they send him off to college, help him find an apartment, and basically do everything they can to help him start off on his own, away from the Family. his siblings had to do a whole lot of convincing to let this happen btw- this kind of thing usually isn’t allowed, but sy doesn’t know anything that could be used against the Family, so they make an exception in his case. better for them to not have a deadweight sticking around either is what they say but they all dote on him anyways and refuse to admit they care about him. sy definitely picked up this line of reasoning from them btw.

shen yuan is a little upset and confused that his Family seems eager to send him off (it’s not like they can’t afford for him to live with them after all- both of his older brothers still live in the Family’s massive house and even his aunts and uncles are living there??). he manages to recover quickly though. at least now he can read his web novels in piece without prompting any dick jokes (his cousins had a field day when they found his account with all of his pidw comments…). now he just needs to figure out how to live by himself.

it’s not that sy is incapable of taking care of himself- it’s just that he’s so used to having other people with him that he never understood how much they were doing for him until they were no longer around. but that’s fine, living on your own is just another learning curve and sy is willing to rise up to the challenge. which he did, by the way! he found a job and pays his taxes and even though that isn’t much he still gives himself a mental pat on the back for it. he is still in contact with his siblings, he never misses an update for pidw which he totally doesn’t get excited for and his life is going great.

……until he accidentally eats some expired food and dies.

[minteayoongimakesmewoozi]

So that ask reblog...

4, 14, and 30? 4 feels like a tanjiro+ayame shenanigans while 30 is a perfect zenitsu with anyone. oh and 14 for the boy Inosuke can't forget him, totally can see him stealing clothes from the people he likes.

...if you want to 👉👈

of course i want to, i'm so not normal about fits and the idiots squad that even my best friends are embarrassed to be seen in public with me, considering how much I have both kny and fits on the brain

4. "i don't think either of us are qualified for this but sure, go for it."

Infiltration, as Ayame had mentioned before, was not a strong suit of the Kisatsutai. They were swordsmen and soldiers, first and foremost. They were not shinobi, who were more comfortable hiding behind disguises and fake names; their strengths lay in meeting their adversaries face to face with nothing but their breaths and their swords.

Zenitsu cleared his throat and delicately said, "The gyuus around Tokito-ya are pretty nice. And they never say no to a pretty face."

Ayame struggled not to make a face.

If they wanted a pretty face, Inosuke was ideal, but he wasn't at Tokito-ya with them. Even if he was, he wasn't allowed to speak because his attempts at falsetto were miserable at best - and mortifying at worse.

She drew her eyes to Tanjirou, wordlessly pleading with him. Sumiko had a much friendlier reputation than Ayako. Even if a pretty face wasn't his strong suit, wouldn't he be able to get information just by being earnest? That was why Koinatsu-Oiran had taken to him so easily. It certainly hadn't been anything Ayame had done!

"I can't do it," Ayame said slowly, returning her gaze to Zenitsu, who was looking at her expectantly. "I can't... flirt for information."

Her nose wrinkled. She could barely get the word out of her mouth.

"And," she added, "I don't think the gyuus would know that much. It would make more sense for me to ask the shinzous."

"It would," Zenitsu agreed easily - suspiciously, "but you're not getting very far with them either, ne?"

Damn it. He was right. Getting information from the shinzous wasn't going well; having been raised on Tokito-ya, they were more wary about being loose-lipped around anyone. They were more familiar with how a word spoken carelessly could end a career - and with it, any hope of freedom.

Nonetheless, Ayame found herself turning to Tanjirou with wide eyes. It was obvious what she was asking.

"I can't do it," Tanjirou yelped, cheeks red. "I don't know the first thing about fl - flir - flirt - "

He couldn't even *say* the word. He was far too honest to fake an attraction where there was none.

Zenitsu shrugged. "It was just a suggestion. Maybe we'll get lucky, ne?"

Ayame pursed her lips and shrugged. She knew better than most that luck was rarely on her side.

"If you stare at him any longer, he might combust."

Ayame glanced at Tanjirou as he sidled up to her side. She leaned back around the corner with a sigh.

"But that's the gyuu that hangs around Okami-san and Danna-san the most," she grumbled. She peered up at her partner. "He would know something, wouldn't he?"

"Probably."

They stood in silence for a moment. Zenitsu's ridiculous suggestion swirled in her mind.

"I should probably try," she said suddenly.

"... Yeah." Tanjirou nodded, a frown on his lips. "Of course. For Suma-san."

Right. For Suma-san.

She glanced around the corner again, then shook her head. "I'm not qualified for this."

This being this entire farce of an infiltration. She wasn't a shinobi, and she wasn't trained in getting information out of anyone.

A smile lifted the corners of his lips. "I don't think either of us are qualified for this but sure, go for it."

Ayame scrubbed her face, called up as much courage as she had and squared her shoulders. It was now or never. If it didn't work, then it didn't work. But if it did, then it was for the greater good.

"Wish me luck," she muttered and finally stepped around the corner to approach the gyuu.

She missed the way Tanjirou swallowed nervously, his eyes following her every move as his hand rose to fiddle with an earring.

(It didn't surprise her that she didn't manage to get any usable information. It did surprise Tanjirou - he would have told her everything she needed to hear if she had fluttered her eyelashes at him like that.)

14. "i've been looking for my hoodie-" "my hoodie, you mean."

(modern!au)

Something else crashed to the ground. Inosuke let out a curse, before stomping out of his room and into another once more. He had been doing that for the last half an hour.

Ayame watched him, lifting her mug to her lips to take a sip of her hot tea before replacing it onto the dining table. Zenitsu was lazily watching Inosuke's circuit from the couch, golden eyes trailing after their irate friend.

Tanjirou only looked up from his laptop when Inosuke passed behind his chair for the third time.

"What is it?" he asked, as concerned as ever.

That was exactly what Inosuke was waiting for. He whirled on Tanjirou and declared, "I'm looking for my hoodie - "

"My hoodie, you mean."

At Ayame's interjection, Inosuke scowled and crossed his arms. Tanjirou slowly looked between his friends, his lips twitching.

"The blue one with the seigaiha on the pocket, right?" asked Tanjirou, even though he already knew the answer.

Anyone who knew Inosuke for longer than a week was aware that leaving any of their clothes unattended was just begging to have it stolen from them. He had already stolen a handful of Tanjirou's shirts, not to mention a couple of Zenitsu's cardigans. It was Ayame's fault for leaving her favourite hoodie lying on the sofa.

"Well? Where is it?" Inosuke demanded, finger pointed irately at Ayame's face.

She slurped at her tea loudly.

Then -

"I washed it," she said simply.

"You washed it?" Inosuke repeated, mouth dropping open. "Why?!"

"Inosuke, it was starting to smell. I hadn't washed it in a month when you stole it."

"I didn't steal it." Ayame raised an eyebrow at Inosuke's protest. "And I like it that way! Now, where is it?"

"In the washing machine - "

Inosuke took off running for the laundry room in the basement of their apartment. Ayame was hot on his heels, almost tripping over the mound of shoes that the four of them had failed to put away.

"Inosuke!" she shouted, voice echoing through the halls. "It's wet!"

"It's mine!"

"No, it's my hoodie! You have your own clothes!"

Zenitsu and Tanjirou shared an amused look.

"We should probably go with them," Zenitsu suggested, even as he made no move to leave his comfortable perch. "Before they break something, ne."

Tanjirou hummed, his eyes drifting back down to his notes. "Or," he said slowly, "we could just let them deal with it themselves while we enjoy the peace and quiet?"

They shared another look, then settled down to do their own things. It was just for a couple minutes...

30. "i can hear your heartbeat- why is it going so fast all of a sudden?"

Zenitsu had very good hearing. He knew it, his friends knew it, so they were used to his sudden comments. For example -

"I can hear your heartbeat - why is it going so fast all of a sudden?" he asked, squinting at Ayame-chan.

Ayame-chan jolted from her thoughts, frowning at him. "What? I don't know what you're talking about."

In the silence, Zenitsu focused on his friend. Sure enough, her heartbeat was elevated, drumming rapidly in her chest. he raised his gaze to hers, but her eyes skittered away from his. They wavered, glancing somewhere before settling on something by Zenitsu's ear.

Narrowing his eyes, he followed the path of her momentary glance. Then, an exasperated sigh left his lips. He didn't know why he was surprised.

Tanjirou was speaking to one of the senior Demon Slayers that was in Himejima's station with them. As he watched, Tanjirou laughed once more, his nose scrunching up in a way that even Zenitsu found cute.

The heartbeat next to him spiked once more.

"Seriously?" he asked, somewhat baffled, even though he shouldn't be.

Ayame-chan buried her face in her hands. The tips of her ears were red; he would bet every zeni he had that her face was completely red as well.

A smile tugged at Zenitsu's lips. Ne, Ayame-chan was getting even cuter these days - ever since she could admit that she was in love with Tanjirou.

"You guys," he sighed to himself, "are ridiculous."

Now that Zenitsu was privy to the way Ayame-chan was so effortlessly charmed by Tanjirou, he found himself tuning into the way their heartbeats reacted when they were around each other. He couldn't help but notice that Ayame-chan's heartbeat spiked whenever Tanjirou laughed - but not when he smiled. When his boulder-brained friend turned to Ayame-chan with the corners of his lips curled upwards, her heartbeat seemed to settle and a sweet tinkling sound of a higher-toned major chord would play in her sound.

It was so sweet that his teeth gnashed together. And they still had the audacity to not be together. He was going to scream.

He was so distracted by Ayame-chan's sudden spiking heartbeats that he almost completely missed Tanjirou's reaction.

It wasn't as obvious as Ayame-chan's. Rather than a sudden elevation followed by a serene drop, his heart rate quickened whenever Ayame-chan was nearby. Sometimes, the only way he realised Ayame-chan was near was when Tanjirou's heartbeat steadily accelerated until it was a steady drumming that was uncharacteristic of how languid his heartbeat usually was.

When Zenitsu noticed it the first time, his mouth dropped open in outrage. He was silent as he saw the way Tanjirou's eyes immediately sought out Ayame-chan - it didn't matter if she was speaking to someone else, or if she was looking for them. It was such a subtle thing; it was the sun beating down on you, relentless and gentle.

Gods. It wasn't just one single thing that Tanjirou found charming about Ayame-chan. He was just so hopelessly enamoured with her all the time that his heartbeat was always a little faster in her presence.

This, Zenitsu eventually realised, was the sound of love.

Yeah, he was definitely going to scream.

"Nezuko-chan, look out!"

Despite the ache in his legs, he crossed the distance between himself and Nezuko-chan with a breath. He pulled her small body close, spinning them around so the falling branch didn't so much as graze her. The panic on his tongue was a familiar sensation that he had almost forgotten in the year of peace they had experienced.

His heartbeat was roaring in his ears, almost drowning out Ayame's and Tanjirou's panicked shouts. The couple were quickly dropping whatever was in their hands as they quickly approached Zenitsu and Nezuko-chan. He couldn't understand a word of what they were saying.

Instead, he looked down at Nezuko-chan. Her dark pink eyes were wide, her lips still parted in shock.

Zenitsu glanced over his shoulder, almost sick at how large the branch was. It wouldn't have killed her, but it was still big enough that it would have injured her pretty badly.

"Are," he said through a dry mouth, "okay, Nezuko-chan?"

Nezuko-chan blinked, her eyes finding his. Pink dusted her cheeks as she nodded slowly.

Tanjirou sighed, raking his fingers through his hair. "Thank the gods Zenitsu was here."

"Yeah," Nezuko-chan said quietly. Then, her eyes widened. "But Zenitsu-san - you're hurt!"

Eh?

Now that the adrenaline had passed, Zenitsu realised that his arm was aching and stinging. When he finally looked at his right arm, he nearly swooned at the blood welling up from the scratches on his arm, his sleeve torn.

"That's - ah - A - Ayame!" he whimpered.

"Honestly," Ayame muttered, a fondly exasperated smirk on her lips. "You're ridiculous, Zenitsu. Come on, let's go sit down. I'll see if I can rustle up a first-aid kit somewhere."

Nezuko-chan held Zenitsu up, laughing under her breath. The sound sank into Zenitsu's soul, keeping his heart light and full as they wobbled over to a raised wall. He sat down heavily, calmed by Nezuko-chan's warmth as she fussed over his injured arm.

Now that he wasn't panicking, the pain in his arm really wasn't that bad. He had gotten much worse injuries before; it was just the suddenness that had caught him off-guard.

The roaring in his ears subsided, but there was still a hummingbird heartbeat in his ears.

It took him a moment to realise that it was coming from Nezuko-chan. Even though the danger had passed, her heartbeat was still rapidly drumming in her chest.

And she was looking right at him.

[deecotan]

hello! I just wanted to ask in the pregnant Sanji au is he still pervy as a pregnant person or does he cool of on that?

thank you :) 🌸

Nah. He still loves women but no aggressive flirting or praising, since his hormonal changes are causing him to be normal for once. Also, I'm inherently not a big fan of his over-the-top perverted gag in canon when it's borderline creepy/uncomfortable due to obvious reasons lol, so I just never have any interest in depicting that.

If anything it's the women around him who's actively spoiling him because of his pregnancy. I imagine they will hold a "girls' night" every now and then just so they can dote on him and talk about anything they want.

[mxrtified777]

unfortunately i got sick right before the weekend, so now my freetime that would normally be poured into creating art is being used for sleeping and being angry at God; i did manage to scribble out a revised outfit design for MH ryou, though. guy that looks like he volunteers at the library every week

[canisalbus]

free'em...free my boy from religion trauma...I wanna see them both run away from everything to live in a small house in the woods or something god dammit

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[nevarroes]

modern au red carpet gala lewks.... working on a proper thing for these but for now I just wanted 2 share the vision🙏

[snogards]

Katara as a union organizer in a modern AU is quite literally the best idea that's ever come to my mind.

Do I know how union organizing works? Absolutely not.

Am I willing to figure it out so I can write a Zutara fic with it? 100%