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duckymcdoorknob · 4 months

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MERRY CHRISTMAS DESSIE POO!!!!!! SURPRISE!!! IT’S ME!!!I’M YOUR SECRET SANTA THIS YEAR!!! @fanfic-chan

IM SO GLAD THAT WE’VE GOTTEN CLOSER OVER THESE PAST FEW MONTHS!! ILYSM BESTIEEE!!!

Double surprise!! It’s the fic idea we had in discord ❤️❤️

Send help why is this like the only gif of these two on this site 😭

I hope this isn’t too OOC; I haven’t seen Tengen in a whole season.🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️

Enjoy your novel-sized gift!!!

Helpful Distraction

Ships: NONE! Zenitsu Agatsuma & Tengen Uzui.

Warnings: this do have tickles in it ngl, mentions of fears and sensitivity to sound.

Prompt: When Tengen notices that Zenitsu is having some trouble in the Entertainment District, he offers a distraction that he remembers from a long-time friend of his.

Tags: REITERATING WITH THE LOVELY @fanfic-chan HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!! THANK YOU TO @nataliewritez FOR ALL OF THE IDEAS ❤️❤️❤️ KNY Taglist: @ticklish-n-stuff, @giggly-squiggily.

Tengen was not anticipating having to take the three brats with him to the Entertainment District. He wanted to just take the pigtailed girl and make the mission easier. Of course, white-knight Kamado had decided to rescue the girl that he was “tormenting” so harshly… What a job this has turned out to be.

So, here he sat. The moon was high, and the four men were seated on a rooftop, enjoying some shrimp tempura that Tengen had purchased for them.

“Thank you, Mister Uzui!” Tanjiro had beamed when he was handed the small package.

The sound pillar had smiled; he liked this kid’s manners.

Inosuke was… well… Inosuke.

And the little yellow-haired kid... He had muttered a “thangkyou”, but he seemed a bit scared of the city.

Why so?

Well, it seemed like whatever was troubling young Zenitsu was long forgotten. The thunder breathing user was smiling happily on the rooftop, talking ecstatically with his friends and kicking his feet above the absence of ground below them.

All seemed to be going well until a firework went off…

Zenitsu squeaked in discomfort, hands shooting up to cover his ears. When he realized what he had done, a tiny whine of protest escaped his lips as he defeatedly watched his tempura topple off of the roof and plummet into the pit of darkness below his feet. He sighed and stared at it, watching it disappear as it was engulfed by the void. His hands were folded in his lap, his feet stopped kicking, and his eyes that had previously been crinkling shut in joy were now dull and unblinking.

Tengen frowned a bit; poor kid…

He wordlessly held out his own second tempura, shaking his wrist in front of the pouting boy.

The sound pillar was shocked at what happened next. Zenitsu looked up at him with disbelief before smiling and taking it, breaking off a small piece and handing the rest back to the hashira. “Thank you!” He chirped.

Tengen smiled, “No, no. Just take it. I ate before we left this morning.”

“Yeah, but that was this morning. You’re super strong, and you need it more than me,” the blonde argued, shaking his wrist in the same way.

The white-haired male exhaled fondly. He picked up the tempura, but chose to hide it inside of the package. He feigned eating motions, side-eyeing the young slayer, who was much happier and chatting with his friends again.

After a few more minutes, the thunder breathing user’s tummy growled loudly, causing Tanjiro to giggle. “Sounds like someone’s still hungry!”

“Tanjirooooo!” The blonde whined, “don’t embarrass me when Nezuko might hear meeeeeeee!”

The hashira broke into boisterous laughter as Zenitsu hid his face in his hands. He whined as his tummy growled once more. Tengen shook his head with a smile as he tapped the boy’s shoulder. When the blonde looked up at, he was met with a grinning Mr. Uzui offering the other half of the tempura that Zenitsu was sure he had eaten.

He was about to take it when another firework flashed across the sky, causing the blonde to flinch violently.

Tengen frowned. That bad, huh?

The thunder breathing user simply carried on and hesitantly took the tempura, munching on it silently. The other two slayers watched in awestruck silence as the colors illuminated the dark air.

Mid bite, another one crackled, and Zenitsu’s breath hitched a bit. The boy began to cough, and Tengen’s hand found itself on the small of his back, rubbing reassuringly. “Are you okay, kid?”

Before the blonde could reply, a set of three loud fireworks popped and forced the poor slayer’s eyes shut as he whimpered quietly.

A look of remorse found its way to the sound pillar’s face when he heard barely audible sniffles.

“Tanjiro, Inosuke,” he called to the two novice slayers, “here’s some money. Please go get some more food for us; it is evident that our little friend here needs more food to be as flashy as he can!” He dropped a decent amount of coins in the brunette’s hands, shooing the two off. When he could no longer hear their footsteps, he turned to the blonde. “Hey, little man… how’re you hanging in?”

Just then, a giant firework exploded before them. The tears that had been pricking the young slayer’s eyes had fallen as he covered his ears. He buried his head into Tengen’s side, seeking any immediate comfort. “Make them stop… please.”

“Shit- it’s worse than I thought…” he breathed, “It’s alright…” the sound pillar soothed as he lifted his arm to let the boy against his chest. Tengen placed his own hands atop of Zenitsu’s hoping to further muffle the sound. Neither said a word as the boy choked out a cry every time another firework would explode. “I’ve got you, it’s okay…” Tengen would repeat.

The fireworks continued at a torturous pace, with each boom being sporadic enough to keep both on their toes, but routine enough to show both slayers that there would be more coming. Zenitsu blinked away a few of his tears, noticing Tengen’s right eye squinting whenever a firework would boom.

He could hear them tenfold too… and here was Zenitsu who was crying a baby.

It was almost as if the pillar could hear his thoughts too. “Don’t worry about me, kid. I’ve heard much louder through my time as a hashira.”

Zenitsu nodded, shoulders coming up as he cringed from another torturous sound.

Minutes passed and the show seemed to be calming a bit. The sound pillar removed his hands carefully, gently cupping the young boy’s cheeks and swiping his tears away. “Are you feeling any better?”

The blonde nodded, hesitating to pull his arms down. “T-Thanks, Mister Uzui, sir.”

“Don’t mention it.”

A solemn silence passed, and a quick glance from the hashira let him know that the thunder breathing user was still shaking like a leaf in apprehension.

“You know,” Tengen mused, “Kyo has this distraction method that he uses with Senjuro all of the time. Would you like me to try it on you?”

A hesitant nod from the boy—who was still squished against the sound pillar’s side— allowed Tengen to begin to plan his course of action.

“Okay, so I’m going to have to touch you for it, that okay?”

The blonde but the inside of his cheek as he thought. “Y-Yeah,” he finally answered.

“Okay! Time for the flashiest distraction you’ve seen, little man!”

With that, an arm locked over the young slayer, and five fingers found their way to his sides, wiggling with a gentle intensity. The thunder breathing user squeaked a bit and was holding in his giggles.

“I-Is - pffehehe- this a p-part of the- ehehe- the dis-distraction?” Zenitsu managed, body squirming from the ticklish touch.

Another belly laugh erupted from the hashira. “Kid, this is the distraction.”

Zenitsu’s face flushed as he kicked his legs, resting his cheek against the arm ensnaring him. “B-But it— kyeahaha- i-it ti-hihihickles.”

The white-haired male smiled fondly. “Does it? I don’t remember that happening with Senjuro…” he feigned a bit of innocence as his hand moved over the boy’s tummy, clawing at the softness.”

The poor young slayer couldn’t hold it much longer…

“M-Mihihihisteheher Uhuhuhuzuihihihi!”

“That’s me!”

“Ihihihihit- hehehehe- ihihihit tihihihickles!”

“Aw jeez, I would hope so,” the sound pillar replied with fake relief on his tongue, “If it didn’t, I would be letting Kyo down.”

Zenitsu, cheek still resting on Tengen’s arm, giggled helplessly as the hashira prodded around his tummy. His legs were still lightly kicking, but there were no signs of protest from the boy.

“You feeling any better, little guy?”

“M-Mhmhmhmhmhm!”

“Good, good! We’ll get you feeling flashy as ever, and then you can-“

A loud boom penetrated the playful atmosphere, causing Zenitsu to whine and both males to rest his hands over the boy’s ears.

“Damn… I was hoping they’d be over by now,” Tengen grumbled, removing one of his hands to rub the young slayer’s back. “It’s okay… just keep your hands up, alright?”

The blonde nodded; all previous giddiness that he had seemed to have evaporated.

“You’ve never been around fireworks before…. Have you?” Tengen inquired, grabbing Zenitsu and holding him in his lap.

The boy shook his head ‘no’, and Tengen sighed.

“Why don’t I keep distracting you, hmm?” A glint of mischief laced the sound pillar’s words as a smile found its way to his face again.

Zenitsu nodded, eyes still closed.

The white-haired male chuckled at the blonde before pushing some hair out of his face. While he was fourteen, he looked so young in the moment. “Alright, I’m gonna start again…” After the warning, Tengen’s hands descended back onto the boy’s tummy, wiggling against his uniform.

Zenitsu began to giggle softly once again, squirming out of instinct. His hands remained over his ears as his eyes remained shut.

Tengen continued to prod and squeeze at the little guy’s tummy, happy to provide him any relief from the amplified sounds.

As the fireworks boomed, Zenitsu’s own hands and giggling managed to successfully block out the amplified sound. “M-Mihihihisteheher Uhuhuhuzuihihihi! Ihihihits wohohohorkihihihing!”

“Great! Now you make sure you keep your hands up, or else we’ll be back in the same spot,” the sound pillar chimed. “Yep… just keep those arms up!” With that comment, Tengen moved his hands up to scribble at the boy’s ribcage.

The young slayer curled against the hashira, his giggles growing in volume. His legs came up to meet his chest, desperately not wanting to put his hands down. “Hehehehey! Thahahats nohohohot fahahahair!”

“Fair? Oh, kid, you should know by now that not a single bit of me plays fair,” the white-haired male chimed as he lightly prodded at the sensitive bones.

“Eep! Ihihihit tihihihickles!”

“But isn’t it helping? You seem so much more relaxed, little man!”

“B-Buhuhuhut! Hyeahahaha! Tihihihickles!”

“Just keep your arms up, and it’ll be fine!”

After a few more seconds on the young slayer’s ribcage, the sound pillar moved his hands up to scribble under the boy’s arms. Zenitsu squeaked and kicked his feet to the best of his ability.

“M-MihihiHIHISTeheheher UhuhUHUHUHUZui!”

“Oooh! Bingooooo!” Tengen cooed at the blonde, “Someone’s ticklish here!”

“Yehahaha! IhiHIHIHITs sohohohoOHOHO BAHAHad!” Zenitsu wiggled about, but never putting his arms down, or asking for it to stop.

“But would you rather be listening to those fireworks? They getcha’ pretty bad, Mm?”

“NohohOHOHO Wohohohorse thaHAHAHAN yohohou!”

“Ohoho! Some lip! Little guy’s got a bit of sass to him!” Tengen’s playful side—courtesy of Kyojuro—was fully out. “Looks like I’ll have to tickle the attitude outta ya’!”

“WahaHAHAHAIt! NoHOHOHohoho!” Zenitsu’s legs were kicking more rapidly, and yet he still seemed to be completely on board with the tickles.

“Mmm, shoulda’ thought about that, kid.” The sound pillar dug in with a bit more fervor, having to work against the thick uniform. “These damn element-proof suits are annoying… they’re also Tengen-tickle-proof!”

The blonde squealed, feeling the increased sensation instantly. “OHOHOHO MY GOHOHOD. DOHOHO NOHOHOT SAHAHAY THAHAHAT.”

“Oooooh?? Looks like they aren’t quite Tengen-tickle -proof after all!”

The boy’s arm threatened to fall many times, but he kept his hands safely planted on his ears. With little legs kicking, Zenitsu squirmed and laughed with his eyes shut, cheeks dusted pink with mirth.

“Soooo… You wanna tell ol’ Tengen why you haven’t asked me to stop yet?”

Ah! He’d been caught!

“Nohohoho reheheasohohon!”

“Mmm, someone forgets where he is…” the white-haired male brought one hand down to squeeze at the blonde’s side at the same time.

“OKAHAHAY- OKAHAHAY- IHIHIHIHIT MAHAHAHAKES MEHEHE FEHEHEEL SAHAHAHAFE!”

Tengen’s own eyes closed and his lips fell into a pouty frown at the adorable reaction. “Well, little man, seems like you came to the right hashira. This flashy guy is happy to make you feel as safe as you need.”

With both hands returned to the young slayer’s underarms, Zenitsu chuckled a few more times before his arms finally trapped Tengen’s hands.

The sound pillar chuckled. “Hey, I need those.”

“N-Nohohoho! Tihihihickles!”

“Well duh. That’s the whole point of-“ a familiar noise caught his attention, a sense of urgency came across his tone. “Zenitsu, give me my hands.”

“Noooo! You’re gonna tickle me agaaaain!”

“I’m serious, kid, quickly.”

With a look of confusion, Zenitsu hesitatedly freed his attacker’s hands. Within a second, he felt warm palms lightly smack over his ears.

He knew Tengen seemed frantic, but was this really necessary? What was he-

At that moment, the brightest firework the two had seen all night erupted into the air, producing an ear-splitting boom.

Zenitsu looked up at the flinching sound pillar with guilt. “Mister Uzui-“

“I’m okay, I’m okay,” the man answered frantically, more worried about the boy in his arms, “Did I get you in time? I heard the fuse going off, and I knew it would be a big one.”

The boy nodded as he moved to sit up, removing the hashira’s hands from his ears. “You cover yours. I’m okay now.”

The white-haired male chuckled. “No can-do, you’re clearly affected more.”

The blonde bit the inside of his cheek as he sighed. “Yeah… sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. We were blessed with one of the greatest heightened senses. It just sucks a bit during firework shows.”

“How’d you know what to do? I mean… you really knew how to take care of me.”

“Only a heartless human would let a little kid cry. Hina’s been helping me to be more of a caretaker; the four of us have been talking about having some kids of our own one day, and I need to be prepared.”

Zenitsu smiled at the thought of a baby Tengen toddling about. His smile soon turned to a frown when the man’s words registered. “Hey… I’m fourteen, not a little kid.”

The man chuckled and ruffled Zenitsu’s hair.

The young slayer sat between the Hashira’s open legs, his back turned while resting against the man’s torso. The two perked up when they heard Inosuke’s voice in the distance.

“You okay to be sitting here?” Tengen asked with a hand on the boy’s shoulder.

“Yeah. Inosuke shouldn’t notice, and Tanjiro won’t say a thing.”

After a few moments, Tanjiro’s chiming voice filled their ears. Zenitsu was right; Tanjiro noticed, but did not say a word about the blonde seeking comfort. Inosuke was too engrossed in getting his dinner to say anything.

“Welcome back!” The sound pillar chirped, “What did you end up getting?”

“We found so many inexpensive stalls! I got more tempura for us, mainly because Zenitsu accidentally dropped his; I got some bentos; a few orders of noodles; AND there was a dango vendor!”

The white-haired male smiled. “Is that so? Got any change?”

The sound of clinking coins and crinkling packages was soon heard, and the four were sharing a meal once again. Zenitsu was about to dive into his tempura when the fireworks began again.

The bursts were one right after another, each sound seeming to be louder than the next. He placed the bag next to him as he cried out loudly, ready to cover his ears. To his surprise, Tengen’s warm, calloused hands had covered them first. He looked back at the hashira, and was met with a patient smile. “Eat,” he mouthed.

Zenitsu sighed and slumped against the sound pillar, finally getting to eat the tempura he had been waiting for.

Inosuke looked up from his meal to see a teary-eyed Zenitsu finally enjoying his own. But… why did the god of festivals have his hands over his… his… uh… what was the word? His… um… listening holes? “TANTORO!”

“Tanjiro,” the brunette corrected, unfazed.

“Why is the god of festivals doing that to Monitsu?” A pointed finger brought Tanjiro’s attention back upon the action he had just missed.

“Oh!” he chimed, “You know how I have a really strong nose?”

Inosuke nodded.

“And do you remember how sick I feel when I smell something really strong? And how upset it makes me?”

Another nod.

“Well, Zenitsu’s ears-“

That’s it! That’s the word! Ears!

“-are really strong, maybe a little stronger than my nose. Do you think the fireworks are really loud?”

A nod.

“So if they’re loud for you and I, imagine how loud they are for Zenitsu. It hurts his ears, and it really makes him upset. It’s best for us to not take notice of it; he’s probably really embarrassed.”

A small “ohh” emitted from the blue-haired male. The two sat in silence once more, Inosuke offering Tanjiro a bite of his dango as the two never broke their gaze from the fireworks.

Zenitsu and Tengen watched as well. The colors illuminated the black sky, and to his joy, Zenitsu could barely hear the pops of sound.

He exhaled.

The colors really were beautiful… aren’t they?

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madewithspice · 11 months

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My besties, my I request (ik I'm requesting for once) the Demon Slayer boys( at least our main trio) x reader who very cold (I requested this once for Haikyuu boys and I loved it so much)??

-your favorite manic teenager, Indigo

Of course, coming right up.

Tanjiro Kamado

He is unbothered by your cold touch.

But when you’re out together, he’ll worry and give you his jacket to wear.

Will to hold your hands between his and warm them up.

The type of boyfriend to hold your hand in his pockets to keep them warm.

Zenitsu Aga-whatever

He HATES it.

Do not touch him with your cold hands or he will scream bloody murder.

He is stuck between wanting to hold your hand and not wanting to freeze at your touch.

So he gifts you a hand warmer so he can hold your hands without dying dramatically.

Inosuke Hashiriba

He is completely indifferent to your touch.

He will use you as a cooling system when he’s sweating buckets after training.

As a.. how do I say it in a nice way?.. as a person who lacked a societal connection of the human form, he is used to the cold and actually enjoys the coolness of your ice cold touch.

Will not hesitate to smother you in a bear hug or just straight up sit on you to warm you up.

Giyu Tomioka

He is not a fan of pda so very rarely holds your hand out in public but when he finally does take your hand, he carries on as usual.

His own touch is cold so yours doesn’t bother him.

It almost becomes a challenge to get a reaction out of him by holding your hands under running cold water.

After a few attempts, he’s prepared with his own extra freezing hands, making you squeal like a little pig and that’ll teach you to mess with him.

Obanai Iguro

He hates the feeling of cold hands, that is until he met you. He’s zenitsu but wayyy less dramatic.

Because it’s you, he’ll force himself not to freak out when you touch him.

On colder days, he purposely wears an extra jacket just to give to you. He claims to feel cold from just looking at you.

Will not ever say it out loud but drops hints for you to stay warm so he can hug you without the fear of freezing to death.

Hope you like it - Kiki.

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bones4thecats · 22 days

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Oh lord, here I go again...

Hey guys! I'm sorry that I haven't posted in a while, I'm working on the final request and then I'll get to working on some Demon Slayer and other fandom's pieces! Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this. Love y'all <3

Demon Slayer Incorrect Quotes (mainly Hashira)

Sanemi Shinazugawa: Welcome to Fucking Applebees, do you want apples or bees? Uzui Tengen: Bees? Sanemi Shinazugawa: HE HAS SELECTED THE BEES! Uzui Tengen: Wait- *Iguro Obanai approaches, shaking a jar of bees menacingly* Shinobu Kocho: Do you even know what an amulet is? Inosuke Hashibira: Of course I do! I eat amulets sometimes. I like the ones with cheese and onions! Shinobu Kocho: Inosuke, those are omelettes. Inosuke Hashibira: Oh. Then I’ve got nothing. *In response to receiving a gift* Kanroji Mitsuri: Wow! That’s awesome! I’ll pay you back! Tomioka Giyuu: You didn’t have to get this for me… Sanemi Shinazugawa: S-stupid! Now I HAVE to get you something! Muichiro Tokito: Th-thanks, but why? Kyojuro Rengoku: Oh my! I can’t accept a gift like this! Muzan Kibutsuji: Did you keep the receipt? Inosuke Hashibira: Why is Tomeokana making us do the dishes again? You haven’t washed them in a week, Gonpachiro! Tanjiro Kamado: It’s because I’m Giyuu's favorite. Zenitsu Agatsuma: I hate you. Uzui Tengen: Rengoku, I have a question. Rengoku Kyojuro: What is it, Uzui? Uzui Tengen: What color is an orange? Rengoku Kyojuro: Best-Buddy, you bonehead! Its color is the same as its name. Just like a lemon. Muichiro Tokito: You remind me of the ocean. Sanemi Shinazugawa: Because I'm deep and mysterious? Muichiro Tokito: No, because you're full of salt and you scare people. Uzui Tengen, watching power lines fall down: Gyomei, Shinobu! The town is exploding and it's very pretty! Mitsuri Kanroji: So, what’s Iguro's type? Kyojuro Rengoku: Pink and green hair, kind, oblivious, good sense of humor, complete lover. Mitsuri Kanroji: Sounds kind of like me. Too bad we’re just friends. Kyojuro Rengoku: Did I mention oblivious? Mitsuri Kanroji: Yeah, why? Kyojuro Rengoku: Okay, just making sure. Gyomei Himejima: I can't believe there's a cat somewhere in my house. Amazing feeling. Love cats. And he's here, in my house! Somewhere! And I may encounter him! What a treat.

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nezebel · 1 year

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clair de lune // k. rengoku x black!reader

a/n: sorry guys. also this reader is inspired by my self-insert/oc so you'll be the eldest child of the Kamado family 👍🏽

cw: if I tell you it'll spoil the surprise (angst)

You crept slowly and quietly to the clearing. You and your lover had met here for years. First, as strangers, then friends, and eventually as a couple. With nothing but grass, a couple trees, and a field of flowers, it was a perfect place for the two of you to embrace each other. And not only did it have beautiful flowers, but around the perimeter was a ring of wisteria trees for protection. Your meetings were secretive at first; your families hadn't always been on good terms. His father always mistook your single Hanafuda earring as a sign of mockery, especially when you got with Kyojuro. But eventually he grew to enjoy your company, even if he surely didn't show it.

It was also the same field where Kyojuro had first confessed his love and, a year or so later, proposed to you. For these reasons it will always be special, and if you were ever separated from your beloved, you could always meet each other halfway.

You approach the center of the clearing, seeing a familiar brush of red and yellow hair almost floating above the grass.

"Kyojuro..."

His name fell from your lips so naturally, as if it were designed just for you. The red and yellow turns and is replaced with a bright, beaming smile. You run and hug him, pushing him over.

"(Y/N)! I missed you," he breathes, effortlessly sitting you and himself up. "How has everything been? I hope you've been eating?" He fusses over you and you can't help but smile.

You smile, but you still can't help but feel a little deflated. "Yes, darling. I've been taking good care of myself as well as my siblings. Inosuke and Zenitsu as well. They've made a lot of progress. Your teachings were very influential to them, especially to Tanjiro."

He smiles even more at that. "I'm glad! I aimed for that exactly. Young Kamado is very unique compared to the others, your sister included. You should be proud of them both."

You nod. Now it was your turn to give Kyojuro a gift. "Here. I brought you a basket of food." You opened the basket to show him the cookies and cakes you had prepared along with a bottle of fine wine.

He gives you a kiss to your cheek as a thanks, then takes a bite out of a heart-shaped chocolate chip cookie. "Hmm!" He hums in appreciation and satisfaction. "These are amazing, my flame. Thank you so much for bringing all this out here. But..."

You tilt your head in confusion. "But what? Don't you like the food?"

He nods, almost instantly. "Of course, sweetheart. But I have to go."

You sigh, finally taking note of his white clothing. Tears form in the corner of your eyes. "Can't you stay...can't you stay just a little while longer?"

He begins to tear up as well. Regardless, he keeps a smile on his face just for you.

"I'm always with you, (Y/N). No matter where you go. But I can't be with you physically anymore. Just know I'll love you for all eternity."

He begins to fade away, disintegrating into golden light similar to that of a firefly. You lock your hands with his trying to keep him with you, even if for a second longer.

"Please...not yet...just one more night. Please," you beg. You couldn't bear to be without him.

He gives you one last kiss. A deep, lingering kiss, full of nothing but love for you.

"You have to let me go, (Y/N). Take care of yourself for me, little flame.

His voice blows away with the gentle wind.

You close your eyes. Maybe if you kept them closed long enough, this would all be a dream. Maybe he'd still be here.

You began to feel his grip on your hands loosen until it was no longer there. Laying your head on his tombstone, you sob.

It wasn't long after until you fell asleep. You slept for hours.

You awoke to the sensation of being lifted up and carried away. Blinking slowly, you look to your rescuer; Tengen.

"Finally awake?" He chuckles, then lets out a deep sigh. "(Y/N). It's...time to let go."

You nod. "Okay...okay. I can...try."

"For Kyojuro."

i was listening to clair de lune and it gave me this bright idea so

#x black reader #x black gn reader #rengoku x reader #black reader #kyojuro rengoku #rengokukyoujorou #rengoku #mugen train #demon slayer #kny x you #demon slayer angst #sorry for being depressing

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shinobuscanonwife · 1 year

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Helloooo! I was wondering if you could match me with a character. I saw something like this on another post and I wanted to try it with my favourite Tumblr writer! (Aka you) Basically I tell you how my personality,looks and stuff like that are and you tell me which kny character (preferably a demon, but I'm ok with getting matched with a slayer too, as long as they're not a minor!) you would think would be most likely to date me :)) So here's about me!

My name is Lucifer

Appearance: I'm 5'7, I have long dark brown hair and I'm not that skinny but I'd say I'm not chubby either. I'm a romantic goth so most of my clothing are really dark and gothic. I prefer wearing dresses and skirts rather than pants, but when I do wear pants I just wear black jeans, my eyes are a dark brown!

About me: I really love danger and horror, I watch horror movies almost all the time and get really excited while watching them. I am really into cuddles and when I get into a relationship I'm pretty clingy. I don't get scared easily. I'm bisexual with a preference for boys. My favourite kny characters are Muzan, Douma, Mitsuri, Inosuke and Enmu! My favourite hobbies are listening to music (specifically slipknot or heavy metal in general), reading crime books or horror books, dressing up, watching crime documentaries, going out to enjoy some fresh air, playing rhythm games and drawing!! :)) I'm an ambivert, so I love both staying home and going outside. My favourite weather is rainy weather with thunderstorms! (It excites me for some reason) My favourite animals are sharks and capybaras :) My favourite movies are Halloween, Scream (1996), Mean girls, Friday the 13th, The cult of chucky, The nightmare before Christmas and Jaws. I collect horror movie figures and I also love cosplaying! Usually the characters I cosplay are either vocaloids or villains from different animes! I loveeee slipknot, they're my favourite band and I'm literally on the top 0.5% slipknot listeners on Spotify, not even kidding. I am pretty energetic, I'm also autistic and may have ADHD (not sure, but I do have a lot of symptoms!) When I get really excited I jump a lot. I love jewellery and painting my nails and I'm really good at mathematics :) I'm kind of a germaphobe honestly. I do swimming as a sport and I've won 3 medals in races, but I stopped racing a while ago and just do swimming for fun now. I get cold really easily on winter 😭 My favourite holidays are Christmas and Halloween! That's it, I honestly can't think of more stuff to say about me heh

Hope you're having a wonderful day! This is my first request that isn't anonymous so I'm pretty nervous

Bro were literally the same person

I match you with.....

Muzan

He absolutely loves your personality. He enjoys reading horror books with you and he loves cuddling with you while it's thundering and listening to the rain and thunder. It relaxes him and finds how happy rain makes you cute. He lets you paint his nails sometimes and offered to paint yours. he made you promise you wouldn't tell anyone Muzan loves the fact that you're clingy. It makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside whenever you cling to him or when you offer to cuddle with him. He loves going on walks with you right after it stops raining. He loves buying you little gifts. Sometimes it's new skirts or clothes or sometimes it's flowers or drawing supplies or nail polish but he always buys you stuff whenever he's gone for a couple nights because of work. He had never really worried about holidays before but ever since he met you he loves spending Halloween and Christmas with you. He buys you the most expensive gifts on Christmas and makes sure you have an amazing time every year. He prefers staying inside during dates especially cause he can't go outside during the day.

Thank you for your request!! I've been waiting for someone to request something like this :0 have a nice day/night

#kny x reader #kny headcanons #muzan headcanons #muzan x reader #muzan x you #muzan fluff

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handsoffmyscarfsherlock · 2 years

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Can you write a fluff Kamado Tanjiro oneshot where the reader is female Slayer in Kamaboko squad and Inosuke messes up the reader name using a version of Kamado as for both her and Tanjiro’s last name so they set him straight that they’re not siblings to which Inosuke is like “well duh, you’re mated” because he took their obvious pinning/blushing/time spent alone together as them being a couple and therefore effectively spilling that they like each other? Thank you!

Ah!! Anon, this request made me smile so flipping hard while writing so thank you!! I hope you enjoy :)

It's Always Been You

Tanjiro Kamado x Female!Slayer Reader

Summary: Reader and Tanjiro have the biggest crushes on each other, what will happen when a certain someone brings it up in an untimely manner?

Warnings: Just tooth-rotting fluff :)

You had found it troublesome at times being a girl with the demon slayer corps. Men not treating you with respect, people doubting your abilities, not being able to trust others.

It was when you were sent by your crow to a small town to help with a demon causing a ruckus that you were at your wit's end. No one would listen to you.

“Sir, if I could ask you a question-“ You were cut off by the elderly gentleman, “Sweetheart, why don’t you leave it to the men to handle this. I’m sure you don’t even know how to wield that blade on your hip.”

Your lower lip trembled slightly, holding back your tears. You will not cry.

“I can assure you, Sir, that I know what I’m doing. I’m trying to help you and the people of this town. Have you seen or heard anything recently-“ The man turned his back to you, walking away. You huffed in return. You can handle this.

Suddenly, you sensed something behind you. Whipping around, you grabbed the hand that was reaching out to touch you. It was warm in your strong grasp and you could feel the person’s heartbeat through your fingertips.

He was beautiful. Dark red eyes that you could swim in for days. Mystery man cleared his throat, “ Sir. Don’t turn your back on her, she’s helping you. Listen to her and show some respect.”

The old man stopped in his tracks and slowly turned his head back to you. His eyebrows cocked in questioning towards this sudden appearance of this man. “I was with her during final selection. You wouldn’t believe how many demons she slayed and I don’t think I ever saw her break a sweat. If there is anyone you can trust, it’s Y/n. She’s strong.”

Throughout this whole speech, his eyes shimmered with what looked like admiration and passion. You were shocked that someone like him would stand up for you, someone who was that strong and powerful. You remembered him too, he was incredibly gifted with his weapon and was one of the few people who made it through final selection.

You looked at the old man again, his expression changed. It was soft and you saw tears welling up. “I lost my granddaughter, she was your age. The demon took her in the middle of the night, I never even noticed she was gone.”

That was the start of your and Tanjiro’s friendship. He had introduced himself shortly after talking to the old man. Just like that, you clicked. Defeating demon after demon, you traveled side by side. Learning about his childhood, his sister Nezuko, and his desire to return her to her normal state throughout your journey. You admired his drive and motivation, it empowered everyone around him. He was caring and kind, different from all the other men you met along the way. He respected you and your abilities, never once doubting you. You trained together, helping each other and giving tips on how to improve.

The way he smiled when talking to you, gave your heart a little flutter. He would complement you so genuinely, the way it flowed out of his mouth made it sound easy, almost effortless. You never realized the full extent of his complements until moments after he said them, your face always flushing an embarrassing shade of pink.

Tanjiro admired you and everything about you, really. You listened to him and never once looked at him like he was trying to do the impossible. You were incredibly passionate and when watching everything you accomplished with him, it made him proud that you traveled together. He was lucky to spend this much time with you, he thought to himself. Not only were you strong, but unbelievably beautiful. There wasn’t a single thing about you that he didn’t admire.

He would buy you little gifts in every village you went to together, this never changing even when the two of you began to travel with Inosuke and Zenitsu. A hair ribbon, or a yummy snack for the two of you, it was always something. You on the other hand, would write him a poem or craft him a story. Sometimes, folding little origami stars for him.

The four of you made your way into the new place you were assigned to. Inosuke pulling you guys into the central part of the town, antsy as usual.

“C��mon slowpokes, last one there is a total loser!” He bolted off to the lodging facility, leaving you and Tanjiro in his dust. Zenitsu was slowly approaching behind you and Tanjiro, finally catching up.

You look at Tanjiro, “Race ‘ya!” Taking off, you stick your tongue out at him. You felt the vibrations of the ground as he chases after you.

“Guys! No, don’t go without me!” The faint sound of Zenitsu’s wines barely reaching your ears. You were booking it to where you saw Inosuke enter into. You had just made it inside until, suddenly, hands were around your waist as you are being lifted over someone’s shoulder. Your stomach, digging into the shoulder, was awkwardly positioned. The only thing in your line of sight was a green and black checkered kimono. Tanjiro’s baritone laugh twinkled in your ears.

“Tanjiro! Put me down!” You beat your hands against his back as he laughed at your struggling form, wiggling around.

“Ok, ok!” He set you down on your feet. You stumble as you regain the feeling of the floor under your shoes. You fall into Tanjiro’s chest as you try to stop yourself from coming into contact with the ground.

“Oh, Y/n! Are you alright?” As you pull yourself off of his chest, he takes your face into his hands. His hands were warm against your already blushed cheeks. He takes one hand and brushes your hair back so it doesn’t hang in front of your face, eyes filled with concern.

Your face was burning, “I’m fine, Tanjiro, I’m sorry!” You yank yourself away, embarrassed for your clumsiness. You weren’t even noticing the commotion in front of you as Inosuke was trying to check you into the lodging facility.

“Like I said, my name is Inosuke, I’m the only name you need to know.” The poor lady at the front was trying to gather all of your names to check your party in. She expressed how she needed everyone’s names in order to give you the rooms.

“Alright then, if you have to know. I’m Inosuke Hashibira, and this is Tanjiro and Y/n Kamado, and the other guy with us his name is-“ He didn’t even finish his statement before you and Tanjiro both cut him off.

“Inosuke what are you-“

“We’re not siblings-“

Inosuke looked at the two of you. Both of you had faces flushed pink from embarrassment. Even through his mask you could see him making a face, “Uh, I know that you’re not siblings, I’m not stupid.”

Tanjiro meets your gaze as you both then look back at Inosuke.

Clearing his throat, Tanjiro stutters, “Inosuke, then why did you say Y/n’s last name is Kamado?”

“Well, it’s cause you’re mated, duh.” Inosuke states matter-of-factly. Tanjiro stutters out a sentence that didn’t actually make it into a proper language. Your mouth was agape. He continues to tell things to the lady at the front as the two of you are awestruck.

“Guys, you ok?” Zenitsu had finally made it inside.

You cleared your throat and met his gaze, “Uh yeah, get situated with Inosuke. Tanjiro, can I have a word with you please?”

Making your way out of the facility, Tanjiro stares at the ground, afraid to make eye contact with you.

Kicking a rock with your foot, you try to think of words to say.

“I-“

“We-“

The two of you try to talk at the same time. Nervous laughter fills the air. Bridging the gap between you, Tanjiro takes a step forward. He takes your hand in his, rubbing circles on the top of it.

“I really wished it didn’t come out this way but,” he rubs his free hand against the back of his head, “I really do care about you, Y/n.” His eyes, hesitantly meet yours, testing the waters. He moves even closer to where your bodies touch.

“Tanjiro, I-“ You try to start a sentence.

“I didn’t really think anything of what he said at first because I’ve spent so many hours picturing what your name would sound like with mine.” The dark red orbs burn into yours, shining with emotion and urgency.

“I never thought that this would happen. I thought you wouldn’t like a girl like me.” You confess to him, squeezing his hand in return. His free hand finds your face, cradling it with so much gentleness.

“Why would you say that? Y/n, you’re absolutely perfect. I’d be honored for someone like you to even look at me.” He chokes out the words, the tears welling up in his eyes. “I love you Y/n, so much.”

“Tanjiro,” you begin to blubber out, “I love you too.” You tackle him in a hug, your arms reaching around his neck and lacing your fingers through his hair. “I couldn’t imagine my life without you, it's always been you.”

He pulls you tight into him, almost taking the air out of your lungs. You could feel relief slip from his shoulders. After a minute, the two of you release from each other's grasp. Slowly, you begin to lean in closer, your foreheads almost touching. Just as you were about to bridge that gap, the door slams open.

“Enough talking, let’s go to our rooms already!” Inosuke yells at the two of you, startling and jarring. He doesn’t wait as the door slams again as he goes inside.

You guys laugh at what just happened and Tanjiro pulls you into another hug. You breathe his comforting smell as he whispers to you, “I’ll make it special, I promise. You deserve a proper kiss… with no interruptions.”

As you pull away, you chuckle. Tanjiro grabs your hand and leads you inside. You felt safe with his hand in yours. For the first time in a long while, you felt loved, and boy did it feel wonderful.

#tanjiro x you #tanjiro kimetsu no yaiba #tanjiro kamado #tanjirou #demon slayer #demon #tanjiro kamado x reader #tanjiro kamado x y/n

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loveemii · 10 months

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Inosuke being a gentle boyfriend :) - hcs

warnings: none, enjoy <3

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➤ your pretty shy and so whenever he sees you he runs up to as he is gonna tackle you to the ground but instead he gently wraps his arms around you with a little tight squeeze

➤ when he sees you in an uncomfortable situation he’ll try and fight the person who is making you feel that way “FIGHT ME! FIGHT ME NOW!!”

➤ on valentine’s day when you got him chocolates and flowers he ate them all but saved you all the heart shaped ones (while feeding them to you ofc 🫶)

➤ his gifts to you on valentine’s day was something, special but something. he gave you two rocks, one of them was shaped like a heart almost. and the other has a green tint to it (you love this one the most cause it reminds of you of ino’s eyes)

➤ believe it or not he will give you compliments sometimes like “You look pretty.” but underneath his breath ofc

➤ whenever zenitsu asked for your hand in marriage inosuke would buff out air from his masks nose and chase him around this always had you laughing

➤ inosuke knows you like gentle and he is NOT gentle so he really tries to be gentle with you so please give him credit he try’s not to hold your hand too tight or kiss you hard although he does want to

➤ when you two are together he will randomly think of the time you kissed his cheek and he kissed yours then you both started to make out, he gets giddy and blushes easily which makes you do the same “Ino what are you thinking about?” he looks at you then at the ground blushing even more “Uhh nothing!”

➤ from time to time inosuke will try and do something romantic for you like pick you your favorite flower or grab you a tiny animal from the forest as a pet (you tell him to put them back in their homes lol 😆)

➤ on dinner dates if they get your order wrong he will ask them to bring you what you ordered and he will literally look at the food until it’s just what you wanted

➤ when you two are making out he will subconsciously hold onto your hand, he gently squeezes it while you intertwine your fingers with his

➤ he absolutely loves when you peck his cheek he thinks it’s sweet and will ALWAYS have the last kiss

➤ ino will try to impress you either by showing off some of his cool movements or saving small animals like this one time he saved a baby bird from falling out its nest to impress you and show you he can be gentle “You see that Y/n?!”

➤ your name is the ONLY name he remembers at all times “Hey, Monjiro!” “It’s Tanjiro!”

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i hope you enjoyed these hcs on ino :)

- please excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes, thank you

#demon slayer #kny inosuke #inosuke hashibira #anime fanart #demon slayer inosuke #inosuke hashiriba #inosuke x reader #kimetsu inosuke #inosuke imagines #inosuke headcanons

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catladywriter · 9 months

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Inotan Fanfic: Drinking Party

Synopsis: Tanjirou, Inosuke and Zenitsu decide to have a drinking party with the drinks Tengen had brewed himself and gifted Tanjirou for his 18th birthday. Tanjirou, who had seen the dark side of alcohol, volunteered to stay sober and watch over his friends. But a mix-up happened and Tanjirou ended up drinking the wrong drink. As he got progressively drunk, Inosuke and Zenitsu have to deal with his drunken antics. Will they survive the night?

Pairing: Inotan (Inosuke x Tanjirou)

Setting: Canon AU, 3 years after the main story ends

Wordcount: ~4700 words

Status: One-shot Complete. 5th story in the Series: Where the Wisteria Always Bloom.

While this story can be enjoyed on its own, readers who have read the previous installments in the Series: Where the Wisteria Always Bloom may appreciate certain references and throwbacks as well as the character development throughout the series. If you can spare the time, I do recommend reading the earlier stories in consecutive order before diving into this one.

To recap, our main characters reside together in the Kamado family household, and they operate an eatery in the neighboring town known as the Wisteria Garden. In this installment, Inosuke and Tanjirou are 18 years old, Zenitsu is 19, and Nezuko is 17.

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Tanjirou had just turned eighteen a few days ago, when he received a surprising and extravagant gift from Tengen: a wooden crate overflowing with gleaming bottles of grape wine and grape juice, all brewed with care from Tengen’s very own vineyard. Tengen and his wives had arrived at their doorstep with the crate in tow, and with a wide grin, he exclaimed, “Happy birthday, Tanjirou! These are my special brews, the finest in all the land. I only share them with my most flamboyant friends. You should throw a drinking party with your buddies and celebrate like a true man!”

Zenitsu was ecstatic about Tengen’s idea. He had never had a drinking party before, but he’d heard about the magic of alcohol - how it could make one really relaxed, and as someone high strung, he really needed it. He sneered at his friends and called them country bumpkins when they didn’t share his excitement. Inosuke said he was more interested in food than drinks, but when Zenitsu waxed lyrical about how drinking was such a mature and cool thing to do for adults, and how you could do things you never did, he was sold. The ideal chance arose when Nezuko was going to spend the night away babysitting the neighbours’ kids and wouldn't be back until the next day. They would have the whole house to themselves. They could unleash their inner beasts and drink to their hearts’ content.

Tanjirou, however, was less enthusiastic about drinking. He had witnessed the dark side of alcohol. He remembered how Senjurou’s father, the former Flame Hashira, had degenerated from a proud and noble warrior into a bitter and broken man who mistreated his sons and neglected his duties. He had recovered only after a long and painful struggle.

Tanjirou knew that drinking moderately to celebrate happy occasions was fine for most people, but he wasn’t willing to take that risk. Tengen had warned that the alcohol content in his wine was quite high. What if he lost control or hurt someone he cared about? He preferred to avoid that possibility. Besides, someone needed to stay sober, in case things got out of hand. He hoped to spare Nezuko from finding the house in chaos or worse, and he was the best person for the job. If Zenitsu or Inosuke got out of hand, he could always calm them down with his trusty headbutt.

“What? You’re not going to drink? That’s lame!” Inosuke protested, pouting at Tanjirou’s decision when Tanjirou said he would stick to grape juice.

“Yea! You’re such a wet blanket! Tengen would think you’re being ungrateful,” Zenitsu chimed in.

But when Tanjirou reminded Zenitsu that Nezuko might be upset if she saw him drunk and making a scene, Zenitsu quickly changed his mind and sided with Tanjirou. “You’re right! I don’t want to disappoint Nezuko-chan! I’m counting on you to keep my image intact! Heh.”

Inosuke was outnumbered and left alone to grumble.

Nezuko had prepared rice crackers for their drinking party, leaving them to cook over a low fire.

“They’ll be crispy and fragrant by the time you’re ready,” she said with a smile. “Enjoy yourselves, but don’t go overboard, okay?”

After she left, Tanjirou went to get the rice crackers, with Inosuke following him like a hungry puppy. Zenitsu stayed behind to fetch the drinks. He opened the crate and pulled out a glass bottle with a cork. He frowned. The liquid inside shimmered like pale liquid gold, catching the light of the lamps. But there was nothing to indicate what its contents were, except a label that had Tengen’s grinning face and his name written in flamboyant calligraphy.

He took out a few more bottles. They all looked the same, with similar shades of pale yellow, except for one detail: half of them had Tengen wearing his fancy bejeweled headband with his hair braided; the other half had Tengen with his hair let down, a black bejeweled eye patch across his left eye.

“What kind of stupid labels are these? How am I supposed to tell them apart?” Zenitsu muttered to himself, turning the bottles this way and that to find any words that may indicate their contents. He guessed the different portraits were supposed to tell the difference between the grape juice and the wine, but he had no clue which was which.

Besides, Tengen had mentioned that he was planning to mass produce these for sale. Zenitsu shuddered as he thought of seeing an entire shelf of Tengen’s stupidly handsome mug smiling down at him at their neighbourhood store. Well, if this was his idea of clever packaging, Zenitsu would give him an earful of what he thought the next time he saw him.

Zenitsu unscrewed the corks off two of the bottles with different labels, and took a tentative sniff. They had different scents: one had a sweet and fruity scent, while the other had a sharp and tangy scent. Without any prior experience with wine or juice, Zenitsu was at a loss. He had heard of and read about juice and wine when he lived in the city, but he had never actually seen or tasted them before. Not that he admitted that to his friends. He had pretended to be an expert on these exotic drinks and teased them for being ignorant country bumpkins. So he would look really stupid if he confessed that he couldn’t tell them apart after all. Inosuke would never let him hear the end of it.

As he tried to figure out which bottle was which, he heard a commotion outside. It sounded like Tanjirou was trying to stop Inosuke from hogging all the rice crackers.

“Oh no! They’re going to eat all the rice crackers! I don’t have time for this!” Zenitsu exclaimed as he grabbed the two bottles and dashed out. Tanjirou could get drunk for all he cared, but no way was he going to miss out on Nezuko-chan’s delicious rice crackers. Besides, it wasn’t such a big deal if Tanjirou did drink some wine, right? If there was a mistake, they would probably notice it midway and switch.

The party started on a cheerful note. They sat cross-legged on the tatami floor, with their rice crackers and drinks in front of them. Zenitsu gave Tanjirou a bottle that had Tengen’s portrait with an eyepatch and loose hair, thinking that it was grape juice instead of wine. He reasoned that Tengen would match his flamboyant Hashira look from his demon slaying days with the alcoholic drink, and leave the “retired” portrait for the non-alcoholic one. He kept this deduction to himself, though, and told Tanjirou with a confident smile, “Trust me, I know these things.” He then poured two glasses from the other bottle for himself and Inosuke. They were pleasantly surprised by the drink, which was crisp and refreshing, and went perfectly with Nezuko’s delicious rice crackers.

As they savoured their supper, Inosuke tried his best to convince Tanjirou to take a sip of his drink. But Tanjirou, true to his principles, politely declined, offering his own drink around instead. Zenitsu and Inosuke both took a sip, and made comically exaggerated faces after sampling it.

"Bleh! This is weird! I don't know how to explain it, but it makes my mouth feel dry and rough!" Zenitsu complained. He stuck out his tongue and grimaced.

"My throat feels like it's on fire!" Inosuke gasped after swallowing a huge gulp, his usual bravado momentarily subdued by the unexpected taste.

Tanjirou raised an eyebrow, seemingly unfazed by their reactions. “Really? I find it has a refreshing and complex smell. It has a nice spicy flavour too, I quite enjoy it,” he remarked, taking another sip to reinforce his point.

“Ditch that awful stuff and drink with us! We’re still sober, see? Alcohol’s got nothing on us!” Inosuke urged.

Nevertheless, Tanjirou refused. Knowing that Tanjirou had strong principles and could be stubborn when he wanted to be, Zenitsu and Inosuke shrugged it off and continued their cheerful imbibing.

As the night went on and more cups were emptied, the drinking seemed to be taking a peculiar toll on Tanjirou. His cheeks flushed a crimson red. To add to the amusement, Tanjirou became unusually talkative, frequently interrupting Zenitsu and Inosuke mid-sentence with wild anecdotes and boisterous laughter. While Tanjirou had always been chatty, he was also an attentive listener, making sure not to interrupt someone else’s story. However, that night, he seemed to be too caught up in his own tales.

Inosuke didn’t seem bothered at all. If anything, he regarded this as a contest and all he kept wanting to do was to talk over Tanjirou and one-up him with crazier stories. But Zenitsu knew something was off. He was not familiar with the smells and taste of alcohol, but he had witnessed how drunkards behaved in the buzzing city of Shinjuku where he used to live. Boisterous men stumbling out of the izakayas in the alley ways, hanging all over each other, slurring, laughing, clothes in disarray. Tanjirou wasn’t nearly there yet, but judging by his odd mannerisms and the way he had started to slur his words, Zenitsu knew, with a pang of guilt, that he had given Tanjirou alcohol by mistake.

As if proving Zenitsu’s fears, Tanjirou began clumsily removing his haori, almost getting an arm stuck in the process.

“It’s so hot tonight!” Tanjirou grumbled despite the cool night breeze that had just come in through the open window.

He managed to undo the top few buttons of his shirt after a huge struggle, but he fumbled and stopped halfway. He looked down at his chest, as though he was suddenly confused by how buttons work.

“I’ve always said shirts are dumb,” Inosuke declared, delighted to see Tanjirou join the shirtless club. “You’re so weird tonight though. You can’t even find your button. Here, let me help you.” He leaned over, but Zenitsu quickly interrupted.

He shoved Inosuke aside and asked, “Hey Tanjirou, let’s swap drinks? I want yours.”

He reached over to snatch Tanjirou’s bottle, but Tanjirou grabbed it and hugged it protectively to his chest.

“I offered it earlier and you didn’t want it, so it’s all~ mine~ now~ hic!” He said in a sing-song voice, then proceeded to take a gulp directly from the bottle.

"Oh no, this is terrible. This is a disaster." Zenitsu groaned inwardly. However, there was nothing he could do about it now. The bottle was near empty anyway, and he supposed he would try to offer Tanjirou grape juice instead if he asked for more drinks. He prayed the alcohol had dulled Tanjirou’s sense of smell so he wouldn’t tell the difference.

“This is all Tengen’s fault, his stupid and misleading labelling!” he muttered under his breath.

But then again, if Tanjirou wanted to stay drunk, then so be it, Zenitsu thought. It’s not like he had done anything harmful or dangerous aside from acting weird. He had just been more talkative, laughing at everything, and spouting silly nonsense, which was kind of endearing. If he continued just behaving like that, it wasn’t the end of the world. Besides, what was the worst that could happen? All right, maybe Tanjirou would break into a song and Inosuke would follow, which might hurt his ear drums a bit, but he’d worry about that when it happened.

He decided to sit back and try to make the best of their party, although it wasn’t the cloud nine experience he was hoping for. Tanjirou was drunk, and Inosuke acted as if he was too, despite not drinking. He was ironically the only sober man in the party, but he still enjoyed the night with good food and good company. He had to admit that Tengen’s grape juice was delicious, regardless of his dislike for the wine.

The night dragged on, and Zenitsu soon changed his mind about “good company”. Inosuke and Tanjirou’s stories made no sense, and their voices were loud and annoying. He wondered how Inosuke could keep up with Tanjirou’s drunken ramblings, and how they seemed to have a perfect rapport. They would have looked like two people in a regular conversation if not for the fact that their stories were absurd. He felt a flicker of awe and envy. He knew they were a couple, but he still marvelled at their ability to stay on the same wavelength.

He was about to tune out their conversation, when Tanjirou suddenly interrupted Inosuke’s tale of his butterfly-eating escapades.

“Oh, let me tell you about the time Takeo ate a bee by mistake!” Tanjirou blurted out, his eyes wide with excitement.

“Enough with the insect eating stories! They're gross!” Zenitsu complained, plugging his ears with his fingers. But Tanjirou ignored him and continued his story, oblivious to Zenitsu’s protests.

“You know,” Tanjirou said, his voice turning nostalgic. He stared at the half-eaten rice cracker in his hand, as if it reminded him of something. “Takeo really loved rice crackers. The ones that Mother made.”

He paused to swallow, and Zenitsu noticed that his voice was shaky. “He would have been so happy to join us today, to taste Nezuko’s rice crackers, and see that they’re just as good as Mother’s. But he won’t get to… because I’m such a useless big brother…”

A sob escaped Tanjirou’s lips, and tears streamed down his face.

Zenitsu and Inosuke exchanged alarmed looks, their amusement instantly replaced by concern and horror at Tanjirou's distress.

“Tanjirou, you’re not a useless big brother! You’ve done so much to save Nezuko-chan!” Zenitsu exclaimed, reaching out to comfort his friend with a gentle pat on the shoulder.

“But I lost Takeo, Hanako, Rokuta, Shigeru… Mother…” Tanjirou whimpered, his voice breaking with sorrow.

Inosuke quickly wrapped his arms around Tanjirou, hugging him tightly and stroking his hair.

“Don’t cry! You have us! We’re your family, and we’ll be together forever!”

Tanjirou suddenly climbed on top of Inosuke’s lap and straddled him. In a sweet voice, he whispered into his ear, “You always make me feel secure~ You’re really the best, Inosuke~” He wrapped his arms around Inosuke’s neck and kissed him passionately on the lips.

Inosuke froze, too stunned to react to Tanjirou’s sudden open show of affection. Tanjirou only showered him with affection when they were alone. He had explained that it was inappropriate and inconsiderate to display affection in front of other people. Even if Inosuke sometimes broke that rule, Tanjirou refrained from kissing him in any shared space inside their house. And certainly not in front of Zenitsu, who had gone all slack-jawed and googly-eyed from watching his best friend’s bizarre behaviour.

A surge of heat and passion made him lose his mind. He only knew that Tanjirou was kissing him like there was no tomorrow, claiming his mouth with his tongue, biting his lips, and trailing down to his ear and neck. Tanjirou’s tongue felt like a flame that burned Inosuke’s skin wherever it touched. His breath was hot, and it had the same taste and smell as the drink that had made him cough before, but now, it was intoxicating and addictive. In fact, it felt amazing, here.

Inosuke felt a rush of sensation from their touch. His body was on fire and his heart was racing. He couldn’t think clearly, only feel. He rolled them over, pinning Tanjirou under him, and kissed him with a fierce passion. He pressed his lips to Tanjirou’s again and again, his hands roaming with a hungry and reckless need, undoing the rest of Tanjirou’s shirt.

Something hit his head hard, making him wince. It was a zabuton. Inosuke shrugged it off, and kept kissing Tanjirou. Another zabuton hit him, followed by Tanjirou’s haori, and then the wooden cup that he had been drinking from. That one stung. He stopped kissing Tanjirou, threw the haori off and glared at the source of the projectiles.

“Idiot Monitsu! What’s your problem?! That really hurts!” Inosuke shouted at Zenitsu, who was holding a plate ready to throw it at him.

“Good!” Zenitsu shouted back. “I’m trying to stop you, you dumb horny boar! Don’t you get it? He’s drunk! I messed up and gave him the wine by mistake!”

“So what?!” Inosuke snapped, baring his teeth in anger.

“So he’s not in his right mind right now, he doesn’t know what he’s doing!”

“Of course he does!” Inosuke argued. “He’s upset and kissing makes him happy!”

“No way!” Zenitsu shook his head. He crawled over to Tanjirou, who was lying on the floor, eyes dazed and muttering incoherently. “Look at him! He’s been acting weird since we started drinking! Trust me, I’m serious. It’s the alcohol messing with him. I can hear his breathing and heartbeat, they’re not normal, this is not the time to be kissing!” Zenitsu said anxiously.

Inosuke felt torn between his frustration and concern for Tanjirou. He knew he had to stop, though. If Tanjirou was genuinely unwell, he couldn't risk making him worse. Even without Zenitsu's warning, Inosuke could sense that Tanjirou's heartbeat and breathing were too fast for comfort.

“Inosuke…!” Tanjirou struggled to sit up, nuzzling against him, his voice high and breathless.

“He’s right,” Inosuke said softly, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and stroking his back with the other hand. “You need to get well first. Then I’ll kiss you as much as you want, okay?”

Tanjirou lowered his head and muttered under his breath. Turning to face Zenitsu, his eyes widened with recognition, as if he had just noticed him in the room for the first time. Without warning, he lunged at Zenitsu, causing both of them to tumble to the floor.

“Zenitsu~ you’re such a great guy, do you know that?” He planted a kiss on Zenitsu’s cheek.

Two sets of frantic screams echoed around the living room.

“Eeyarrrgh!!! I swore to Nezuko-chan I’d only let her kiss me!!!” Zenitsu wailed in panic.

“Idiot Gompachirou!!! Why did you kiss him?!!” Inosuke growled, yanking Tanjirou off Zenitsu.

Then, he grabbed Zenitsu by the collar, shaking him furiously. "You did this on purpose! You gave him the wrong drink and got him drunk so he'd kiss you!"

“Are you drunk too?! Why would I do that!!” Zenitsu sputtered with indignation as he tried to pry Inosuke’s fingers off his collar.

"Hey," Tanjirou interjected weakly, looking dazed and confused. "Are you fighting? Please don't. I love you both, don't want to see you hurt."

He got to his knees and tried to hug them both, but he stumbled and fell onto Zenitsu. Shrugging off the mishap, he simply hugged him tighter.

“I’m going to die and I didn’t even leave any last words for Nezuko-chan,” Zenitsu whimpered, feeling trapped under Tanjirou's limp body, while Inosuke maintained his fierce grip on his collar, glaring daggers at him.

“You mustn’t hit him, Inosuke. Zenitsu’s our best friend and brother, remember?” Tanjirou slurred, his eyes half-closed as he hugged Zenitsu’s waist.

Inosuke took a deep breath and released his grip on Zenitsu’s collar. He knew Zenitsu was telling the truth. Tanjirou was acting under the influence of alcohol. It was pointless to blame Zenitsu for his actions.

“That’s enough, you’re going to bed,” he said firmly, tugging Tanjirou by the arms to pull him off Zenitsu.

“Why do you keep pushing me away, Zenitsu? Do you not like me?” Tanjirou asked, his voice hurt and confused. He wriggled free from Inosuke’s grip and reached out to grab Zenitsu’s haori.

Inosuke grabbed Tanjirou around the waist and tried to pull him backwards. The sudden movement seemed to have triggered Tanjirou’s stomach. Without warning, he gave a lurch and spewed a stream of vomit all over Zenitsu.

Zenitsu stared down at his soaked clothes, too shocked to speak for a moment. The acrid smell of vomit assaulted his nose and made his eyes water.

Then he let out a shriek. “I hate you!!! Tanjiroooou!!!”

Zenitsu felt calmer after taking a bath and scrubbing his clothes clean. He had let go of his anger, and now he only felt worried about Tanjirou. He walked into the bedroom, where he saw Tanjirou sleeping soundly in his futon with a wet towel on his forehead. The redness on Tanjirou’s face had faded a bit, showing that the alcohol was wearing off. He looked peaceful and innocent, like nothing had happened.

Inosuke was sitting next to Tanjirou, holding his wrist in his hand. He had a thoughtful expression on his face, as if he was checking his heartbeat.

“He’s getting better now,” Inosuke said, noticing Zenitsu in the room.

“Yeah, he threw up most of the alcohol, so he should be fine now,” Zenitsu reassured him. “But if you’re still worried, we can keep an eye on him. I just finished bathing, so I’m wide awake and can take the first watch if you’d like.”

Inosuke agreed with a nod. “Wake me up if something goes wrong. I’m too wired to really sleep anyway.”

“Sure,” Zenitsu said, sitting down next to Tanjirou’s futon. He leaned back against the wall. The lantern light made the room cosy and warm. Everything was quiet for a long while, and the rhythmic sound of Tanjirou’s steady breathing was soothing to hear. Eventually, satisfied that Tanjirou was well, he drifted off to the sound of Tanjirou’s even breaths and Inosuke’s snores.

Tanjirou groaned as he sat up. His head throbbed as if someone had hammered a nail into his skull. His body felt like lead, weighing him down. He squinted his eyes open and winced at the bright sunlight that flooded the window. He scanned the bedroom and found it empty of Inosuke or Zenitsu. He racked his brain for what happened last night, but his memory was fuzzy. All he could remember was sitting on the floor with his friends, talking and laughing. Then nothing.

He wanted to go back to sleep, but his mouth was parched and he felt a sudden urge to go. With a sigh, he dragged himself out of bed and staggered to the bathroom. After relieving himself and splashing some water on his face, he felt slightly more refreshed and alive. He headed for the kitchen, following his nose to the source of a charred smell.

He spotted Inosuke and Zenitsu by the stove, clad in aprons and wielding spatulas.

“Tanjirou! How are you?” Inosuke hurried over to him and gave him his hand to help him sit at the table.

“I’m okay, I think. But uh… something’s burning,” Tanjirou remarked.

“Oh, that’s just the rice. It’s still edible though.” Zenitsu said sheepishly.

He set a steaming cup of hot green tea before Tanjirou. “Here, drink this. It’ll help with your hangover.”

“Hangover?” Tanjirou echoed in confusion. He sipped the tea and felt it ease his throat and relax his nerves.

“Yeah, you drank a lot of wine last night.” Zenitsu admitted.

“I did? But I thought I had grape juice?” Tanjirou asked in disbelief.

“Sorry, there was a mistake and you got the wine instead.” Zenitsu apologised.

“Oh no! What have I done? Did I hurt anyone? Was I violent?” Tanjirou fretted.

“Erm, quite the opposite.” Zenitsu sniggered. Looking back, the whole ordeal seemed quite funny to him now that he was out of harm’s way.

Zenitsu cleared his throat and began to explain. He awkwardly skimmed over Tanjirou’s grief over his family, but he couldn’t resist the temptation to embellish the more humorous aspects of the previous night. With a wicked gleam in his eyes, he described in painstaking detail how Tanjirou had seduced and made out with Inosuke right in the middle of the living room, in front of Zenitsu’s shocked eyes. He took delight in the way Tanjirou’s expression morphed from confusion to extreme mortification.

Tanjirou felt his face heat up with embarrassment and shame. He looked at Inosuke with wide eyes, hoping to see any reaction to indicate that this wasn’t true, the look they sometimes shared when Zenitsu was being his usual dramatic self, exaggerating and distorting the facts, making mountains out of molehills.

But Inosuke just quirked an eyebrow at him, making Tanjirou feel even more flustered.

“I’m so sorry, Inosuke. I don’t remember anything. I don’t know what came over me. But I know that’s no excuse, and I promise I won’t do it again. Please forgive me,” Tanjirou apologised profusely.

“I’ll forgive you, but only if you do it again. While sober.” Inosuke said with a smirk.

“Wha…?” Tanjirou gasped.

“Seriously?” Zenitsu rolled his eyes. “Quit flirting in front of me already. I’m the real victim here! You not only scarred my eyes, but went on to kiss me. You’d better take responsibility for it,” he said in a mock-angry tone.

Suppressing his laughter, Zenitsu observed with amusement as Tanjirou’s face contorted with horror and disgust. His eyes widened, his mouth dropped open, and his cheeks turned even more crimson than it already was.

“I’m so sorry, Zenitsu!” Tanjirou sobbed. “I don’t know how to make it up to you, but I’ll do anything you ask me to!” He said in a desperate voice.

"You won't!" Inosuke snapped. "Don't listen to that idiot. You only kissed him on the cheek."

"Only? Weren't you the one who got mad about that and tried to kill me?" Zenitsu retorted.

"Don't exaggerate! I only grabbed your collar and shook you a bit!"

"A bit?! I thought my teeth would fall out!"

Tanjirou was horrified that his drunken antics had caused his best friends to fight. He wished a hole would open up in the ground and swallow him up.

"I'm so, so sorry, Zenitsu, Inosuke! I used to kiss my siblings on the cheek when they were little. It was just meant to be affection and nothing else. Please forgive me," Tanjirou pleaded.

"Well, just don't get drunk again," Inosuke huffed.

"Haha, that's all right," Zenitsu chuckled. "I was just teasing you. I'm more upset about you throwing up on me, really."

"Oh no, I did that too? I'm so terribly sorry." Tanjirou groaned, feeling like the worst person in the world.

They started on their breakfast of slightly burnt rice and miso soup. Tanjirou apologised over and over again between mouthfuls of rice until Inosuke threatened to stuff his mouth with rice balls. He ate quietly after that, but he still looked miserable.

“Hey, don’t be so hard on yourself. You only got drunk, and no one got hurt. Besides, I won’t tell Nezuko-chan.” Zenitsu grinned, trying to lighten the mood.

“Thanks.” Tanjirou said, grateful that Zenitsu understood his worries. He was relieved that Nezuko was away and didn’t witness his embarrassing drunken behaviour. However, his confusion over his antics was still unresolved.

“You know,” he ventured. ”When Senjurou’s father was addicted to sake, he would yell at Senjurou when he got drunk. So… I thought everyone got violent and abusive when they drink. And, not that I think such behaviour is any better, but why did I behave differently?” Tanjirou asked.

Zenitsu pondered for a moment before responding. “Well, as the saying goes, a drunk mind will speak the heart. Senjurou’s father drank because he was angry, so drinking made him get angrier. But as for you, you’re full of affection for everyone, so that translates into, uh… affectionate behaviour for you. Your drunk self is an extension of your true self, even if what you do when you’re drunk isn’t what you would do when sober.”

“Oh,” Tanjirou said, still unsure about the revelation. He steeled his resolve to stay away from alcohol. On the bright side, as Zenitsu had said, at least no one got hurt.

Suddenly, he felt Inosuke’s arm around his shoulder.

“You really wanted to kiss me that much, huh?” Inosuke teased, his voice low and playful.

“Eh?” Tanjirou turned to look at him, slightly flustered. He saw Inosuke’s face close to his, his emerald green eyes sparkling with mischief.

“I promised you that when you stop being drunk, I’d kiss you as much as you wanted. And you’re fine now, so…” Inosuke said, trailing off.

Before Tanjirou could say anything, Inosuke leaned in and pressed his lips against his.

An irate Zenitsu took his bowl out of the dining room, not wanting to witness any further display of affection between the stupid couple.

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Author's Notes: Tanjirou would totally be the kind of drunk who kisses and hugs all his friends because he loves them so much! I had a lot of fun writing drunk Tanjirou and his interactions with Inosuke. Inosuke, being easily influenced, goes along with his drunk behaviour without even questioning it. They really are soul mates on the same wavelength, aren't they? And poor Zenitsu is the butt-monkey again. But well, giving someone alcohol when they didn’t want it is deplorable ok! I did some research on the types of drunks, and I thought Inosuke and Zenitsu were rather predictable. Inosuke would be the angry drunk who challenges everyone to fights. Zenitsu would get increasingly depressed as he drinks. It made me wonder what pure-hearted cinnamon roll Tanjirou would be like. And I decided that he’d dwell on some of his tragic past, but at the same time he’d also try to shower affection on the good friends in his company. Also, I’ve finally regained the ability to write one-shots! Yay! This is surprisingly my shortest work so far *looks at word count*, but ironically, one that I spent the most amount of time researching. I tried to get the appearance, scents and taste of the drinks right (it’s white wine and grape juice both made with green grapes. I hope that was clear 🥺) , but if anything sounds off, I blame it on Tengen messing up the brewing process lol. Obviously, I also spent a lot of time working on the scene where Tanjirou tried to jump Inosuke ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) . I hope the transition from harmless funny drunk behaviour to this evokes a “well that escalated quickly” feeling. Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed my fic, it’d really make my day if you could drop a like, reblog, and/or comment to let me know! This story is also published on AO3 where you can comment anonymously! Although I mostly write for myself, your encouragement keeps me motivated to post and share my work.

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srslysierraa · 2 years

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hello :> may i request hcs for zenitsu with a s/o that wrote a song for him <3

♪ thank you！ ♪

Sweet Melody.

prompt ;; he tried so hard, alright? With all this constant food they kept giving Inosuke, or the praises and love they give Tanjiro. Zenitsu wants to be able to feel that kind of treatment, feeling like he deserves something. Needless to say the gift that you have in store is quite literally gonna be music to his ears, something he'll never forget.

type ;; fluff! one-shot.

char. involved ;; zenitsu agatsuma.

song ;;

a/n ;; if i have to be honest, the hardest part about this has to be where i need to choose the song hhh— at first i wanted to do 'keepyousafe', or 'just the way you are', but then decided on this instead. I hope you enjoy! I would personally love to sing this song to Zenitsu 💗.

ZENITSU AGATSUMA is as usual by the bed where him and both Inosuke and Tanjiro currently takes rests in, within the Butterfly Mansion ran by the Insect Hashira, Kocho Shinobu. It was, a normal day, to an extent. They don't have any missions at this particular moment, so Tanjiro had been looking after Nezuko and talking with Shinobu, while Inosuke is probably off training somewhere after Aoi gave him his plate of food, the amount only Inosuke could stomach.

Being a demon slayer yourself, you roam the halls of the mansion, occasionally seeing the three little helpers going back and forth in order to provide each patients with what they need. Aoi even asked if there's anything she can help with, in which you decline, because the reason you're here is to simply meet a certain blonde.

Though, Chuntaro is also due a bit of credit, since he's the one who fetched you to go see Zenitsu. Chirping on about how he hasn't been himself lately, or how he hasn't been screaming or whining as much, even as the little bird constantly tries to bother him. It worries the small creature, which got it to go ask you for help. And frankly, that worries you too.

You favor Zenitsu, that's something everyone knows, apparently except the blonde himself. Everytime he hears the way your heart speeds up when talking to him, he only assumed that it's because of how fast you've been running, or because you're nervous to go on a mission. Never did he thought he was the cause, even though his amazing hearing proved otherwise. And frankly, you're also a bit tired with his oblivious self, and decided to maybe.. kill two birds with one stone?

"(Y-y/n)! Why are you here? A-ARE YOU HURT? DID SOMETHING HAPPENED WHILE YOU WERE OUT?" He panicked, knowing that the place they currently practically live in is also somewhat of a hospital for Demon Slayers, if you're injured, you go to the Butterfly Mansion. It's that simple. So he may or may not have assumed the worst, even as you try to calm him down.

"No, no, no! I'm just here to check on you," The smile on your face was enough to light up Zenitsu's whole mood, as you straighten out and move away strands of his bright yellow hair, all so he could see you clearly. "Ah, alright... Wait- to see me?" The disbelief was evident, and you had to nod in order to convince him that he wasn't just hearing things. "EH? B-BUT- WHY WOULD YOU WANNA SEE ME? Did i do something wrong-? Are you angry?"

He was frantic, and it's not until Chuntaro bit his arm that his worry turned into whines of pain, as he desperately tries to make the small bird let go. "I'm not angry, in fact, i wanted to sing you this song i made! Well, for you. But please excuse me if my voice sounds bad.." You muttered, while Zenitsu had forgotten all about Chuntaro's antics. After all, he's always ready to listen to you, and when you told him that you've wrote him a song? This man's face is tomato red. He's falling from cloud nine all the way to you, little did he know that you feel the same way.

"You wrote a song? FOR ME?! I don't.. but why?" He asked, though immediately fixing himself. "NOT THAT I DON'T LIKE IT. Well, i haven't heard it- but I'm 100% sure I'd love it! Uhm, please, I'd like to hear it." The willpower he had to muster is beyond his capacity, all because he needs to not freak out. "Well, it's a bit sappy but- alright, uhm, here goes."

Can we go where no one else goes?

Can i know what no one else knows?

Can we fall in love in the moonlight?

"WH-" his scream was stopped with Chuntaro's wing practically covering his mouth, telling him to quiet down and listen. Your heart is beating as if it's running a marathon, the small breaths you take to not get nervous, these small things. It tells him that this isn't a prank, it's not something that Inosuke had set up. This is genuine, and Zenitsu almost refused to believe it. This has to be one of his weird dreams, right?

I wanna get lost with you.

I wanna be lost in you, you.

Been waiting a while for you.

I wanna do this right with you, you.

His usual jumpy demeanor almost seemed to have disappeared, but it's more like he doesn't want to interrupt your beautiful voice. He's panicking. Internally. But he'll rather die than to suddenly have you stop singing.

Can we go where no one else goes?

Can i know what no one else knows?

Can we fall in love in the moonlight?

Poetry, and handpicked flowers.

Say you'll meet me at the altar.

Can we fall in love in the moonlight?

Your eyes are somewhere else, somewhere far away from his. And yet, you can feel his gaze your way, focusing on each lyric you have sung, brain racking to know what they mean. To him, this is too good to be true. At least for someone who gets smacked around by girls on the daily.

Moonlight.

I'll be smitten with you on these blue nights.

You'll be holding me until the sunrise.

And the songbirds be waking up.

Zenitsu himself hasn't realized how quiet he's been, it's not until he felt the small weight of Chuntaro on top of his head that he snapped out of the trance your voice and song had put him. But only for a mere few seconds, then you took his breath away again.

Oh, true love.

Kinda hoped this would feel like a romcom.

Been planning this out in my notebook.

Since i was a little child.

And you stopped. You were waiting for maybe screams or something of the sort, but the silence only got you even more nervous. He seemed to have catch on to this, since the blonde headed demon slayer had spoke up. "Is this.. Are you being serious? This isn't like, a joke, right-?" You shook your head, and immediately you feel two arms embracing you in a hug. He darted towards your frame so fast that even Chuntaro almost fell, while you did backwards towards the bed.

Soft sobbing was heard from him, as you held onto him tight in response. He seems to be mumbling something along the lines of "i love you too"s or "I'm so happy", and more. They were quiet though, and you're not sure if it's because he's scared that Aoi would hit him over the head if he's being loud, or if he's too fumbled up to be caring about how loud he is.

But for now, let him pour all that emotion, alright?

today's zenitsu appreciation pic:

#kny x you #kny x reader #kny fanfic #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer #zenitsu agatsuma #zenitsu x reader #tanjiro x reader #tanjiro kamado #inosuke x reader #inosuke hashiriba #kamaboko squad #kimetsu no yaiba

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ask-sebastian · 10 months

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Bit of a mixed bunch for you today. Hope you like!

Heart of Courage - Two Steps From Hell

Invincible https://open.spotify.com/track/4JtvyWkWQTPVcroZf8JJkp

Atlantis - Two Steps From Hell

https://open.spotify.com/track/7lneLcDeYlo1yUkP2d6QG2

Two Pianos Between a Wall - Giorgio Lo Porto

https://open.spotify.com/track/4Me0WINCqUjllzRBaLFI3f

River Flows in You, Orchestral Version - Yiruma

https://open.spotify.com/track/0Nag7dkRtQaTVMTbncehAg

You did say opera! 🤣

Such a selection! I enjoy variety. Thank you so much.

Unstable Power - Eternal Eclipse

#sebastian's musical owls #you're instrumental #irishgal2022 #(will update tags later)#unstable power - eternal eclipse

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lunagojo · 2 years

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Bruce Wayne (Arkhamverse ) dating the female inosuke (would they be a good motherly figure to the Robins? )

and him going yes I take that one my lovely feral wife that doesn't need money to be happy only acorns and her bore mask

I love your work so much your work is addicting like looking in the gojos eyes 💞

a/n: Ooooh interesting request! I will do my best! I hope you enjoy and thank you very much for your patience <3

Arkhamverse!Bruce Wayne w/ a S/O That is Like Inosuke

How did you two even find each other? Lol, well...

You suddenly leapt into the fray when Bruce was outnumbered, fighting some of Joker's goons

You took care of them all in a matter of moments and even the stoic Bruce was like "...?!"

Though to be honest, Bruce was just like "Great, another vigilante to deal with" and tried to just ignore you and move on (after all, you weren't exactly doing anything wrong, and you did end up helping him out, though he was hesitant to admit to that last part)

But...you kept appearing

It got to a point where he finally was like "Ok who the f are you and why are you interfering with my job"

When you simply expressed your desire to be the strongest, he canted his head and responded with a grunt

What did that grunt mean? Honestly it's probably Brucespeak for "Okay well fine fair enough"

From that point on it was rare to not see you together, fighting crime

Bruce wanted to get rid of you at first, he didn't want to see you get hurt and end up like Jason, but it was abundantly clear that you were there to stay

And he had to admit...he was kinda fond of you after awhile

Your enthusiasm and indomitable spirit was admirable to him, and you did lighten the mood after certain grim circumstances

He eventually got comfortable enough with you and trusted you enough to tell you his true identity

The Robins actually loved you, they were very protective of you and you of them (well Dick and Tim were, Jason just kinda...ignored you)

Bruce also gave you access to Oracle so she could also help you if you needed it

When Bruce was asked by the press if he was pursuing a relationship with anyone, he just kind of froze up and changed the subject, though his mind did go to you

He appreciated how you just wanted to spend time with him and didn't want him for his money or his looks. I mean, you got to know him as Batman first, so you didn't know who he really was to begin with

When he did eventually tell you his identity, he was worried that your opinion of him would change, that you would act differently around him, but you didn't

...In his desk drawer at Wayne Enterprises he has a collection of all the little trinkets and such you've gifted him, acorns (how did you find acorns in Gotham??? He doesn't know), bottle caps, shiny rocks, etc.

He finds it adorable that you think of him and give him these simple little gifts, they mean much more to him than any expensive gift

After all, he already has everything, he could get anything he wanted, who would've guessed that this sort of thing would be more valuable to him than any of his possessions?

If anything happened to you he would go ballistic

Your love for each other was kind of an unspoken thing between you two, you just sort of knew

Tim, Dick, and Barbara rib Bruce constantly because of your relationship, asking him when he's going to propose

Alfred doesn't exactly appreciate the messes you make in Wayne Manor, but he does appreciate you for the fact that you make Bruce happy (it's all he's ever wanted for him T_T)

Even though Bruce kind of keeps your relationship away from the public eye, he doesn't know what he'd do without you

It's been a long time since he's been this happy ;w;

#this turned out so dang cute #thank you for the request! <3 #bruce wayne x reader #batman x reader #batman #bruce wayne

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 years

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🎵You can hear a whole chorus a mile away🎵

I'm sure you've go this reference but if not its from Encanto

The ability of Super Hearing is given to Dolores and I think it'd be cool if you had something similar

Enjoy🖤🖤🖤🖤

⚠️[Warning: Slight sexual mention, light spoilers, death, implied killing] ⚠️

Zenitsu Agatsuma- You guys are super-hearing buddies, both of you wince when Inosuke yells near your ears, you both use your listening in your sword technique, you both listen for clues about anything. The only difference is that you can do more than one move and your power is prediction. You've learned to use sound like Uzui: picturing the attacks of any demon you face; after all you are his tsugoko. Beloved by your master who has unofficially adopted you, Zentisu doesn't look your way. If not to get pummeled by the sound pillar and his wives or because he had Nezuko he'll stay far away from you borderline ignoring you until he can't anymore.

"I hope he likes my earrings."

A barely noticeable whisper heard from you as you walk to greet Tanjiro in bed. You had been apart of the battle only getting there towards the very end but hearing Tanjiro before hand had you falling head over heels for him. He was so beautifully unflashy but you loved it. The Sound Hashira hadn't picked up on this yet and you were taking advantage of that by getting cozy with him and his sister. But you had this habit of whispering things which Zenitsu always heard.

"I love what he's done with his hair."

"His mouth looks better!"

"I'm so happy he liked my Dafuku."

That's literally all he could hear from you. No heartbeat, no footsteps it sometimes felt you'd only do that for him. Because he failed to hear you coming he was always looking for you or rather hearing for you.

One day a giggle and then a laugh; Zenitsu guesses it's you but he had to see it. He had to see the way you held yourself when you let yourself be heard. He had to see how you, unabashed, would laugh mouth big and so wide that it almost took up your whole face. He had to make this happen again.

So he'll mess with Inosuke or mess with Tanjiro when your nearby but nothing. But then he discovers you love him acting his crazy whiney self. It has you cracked up on the floor laughing and he finds it so cute. He'll notice he isn't the only one who's finding it that way and might just mumble loud enough near the sound hashiras room just how 'Tanjiro was saying just how badly he'd like to marry you.'

Erwin- He discovers your gift in his earlier days. Guiding him when your troop were slowly being picked off by titans.

"Four incoming on the left. An abnormal on the right."

Your expertise eventually had you traveling from cadet to Captain. Leading your team with precision and preparedness when they went out to the field. Even then you would have the least casualties, you were fully devoted to the cause of saving humanity. When Eren joins under Levi's command as a titan you immediately report directly to Erwin. Being his ears amongst the court and in religious groups was mighty helpful to him but not exactly for you. When you are saved from a particularly close call, an assassination attempt from the military police, he realizes just how much he doesn't want you in this field of work.

"I'm pulling you out of service."

"Is this because you get turned on around me?"

You were always so blunt. When you told him you heard everything you weren't joking.

"Well not exactly...I care about you more than anyone I've every known. I can rest easy if I know you are safe." The unfamiliar dust of pink appeared on his cheek.

"I thought demons weren't supposed to care about the humans they lead..."

Erwin's large hands engulfed your own. "Well this demon is always surrounded by the abnormal, it's only fair I let myself indulge."

"Are you talking about me or Eren?"

He didn't answer he only smiled at you; he totally was talking about you.

"But because you are the leader aren't I one of your greatest assets? If we're taking back Wall Maria than we need to play the best in our hand, right? Otherwise this will all be for nothing."

"Well what do you expect me to do when such a gorgeous asset is my only weakness."

"..."

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You stayed within the walls watching as Erwin and his troops rode off to reclaim Wall Maria. For the time being you establish yourself with Queen Historia who finds your ability as something of a comfort to her. She'll never tell you how the night before that Erwin kneeled before her and asked to keep you safe. She'll keep you as close as she can but your desire to be on the battlefield still evades her forces. Not to worry though she'd have further help from Levi and Hange. Two of the captain's best friends both agreed to keep you out of harms way in light of his death.

As you can see (hear) the real captivity starts after his death thanks to Erwin's devoted friends in high places they honor his wishes to preserve you.

Monokuma- Everyone's going to know you have this ability from day one. You'll say you hear things and after checking if your right you become the immediate witness, lie detector, and a target. Because of your hearing you are typically able to avoid murder attempts as well as Monokuma's affection. Now honestly he only recognizes you as another student but when you non-threateningly call on him to tell him how one of his maintenance gears is rusty he looks at you a lot differently. He suddenly starts popping up when your alone to ask you about random stuff or to laugh at you for tripping over something. Your typical response is quite talkative which he finds to be a result of his ability to speak to you in a low frequency. This changes when Naegi or Kirigiri or even Chihiro are able to speak to you while being considerate of your ability. Whether this is the case or not Monokuma will claim its only so they'll have a leg up in the killing game. You'll probably brush it off or even say that you don't care.

The little bear is absolutely infuriated and is going to throw a fit because your not reliant on him anymore. So will he fix that by making you deaf with a small high frequency? No he'll fix it by providing students with anti-(Y/n)-gear. For good measure in an event where he'll probably center around your birthdate, he'll practically pull you out of the game. Slapping on a pair of sound-cancelling headphones and announcing how you'll be kept in a small sound proof cell for the next 24 hours; he encourages people to take advantage. And some probably do I mean you would hear everything before then.

Everyone even Byakuya believes when you come back you'll be totally insane. I mean that's what sensory deprivation chambers do to people after all. Low and behold when he brings you out dramatically announcing your return you do seem different-your relaxed. You aren't allowed to tell but although you couldn't hear anything you were quit pampered. Unlimited meals, reruns of old shows you liked, and tons of supplies to keep you busy. Monokuma realizes just how much you like this room not minding the isolation. He'll keep making excuses to put you in there before just full on pulling you out of the game and when the players of the game get desperate he'll present you like a present. He'd totally rig these competitions just so that he can keep you with him longer. But eventually the game will start to end and the least he can do is purposefully make everyone obsessed with you. Yup! As Hope's Peak's one and only principal he wants to make sure his students all know just how important the favorite student is.

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