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[tbhkwarrior]

i teared up

Once requests open again:

I like that AroAce Hashira AU.

How about she goes on a mission with Tengen to the Entertainment District? She hates every part of the place and also the people she unwillingly attracts. Tengen thinks she's being a prude at first, but sees it's much more than that.

WARNING; Douchebag sleazy man alert! Nothing happens, Tengen won't let anything happen to you, but you do get a small panic attack!

You hated this place from the bottom of your heart and soul. The stench you couldn't quite pinpoint, the busy streets, and the people, ugh, those were the worst.

As part of your mission, you had to leave your corps uniform behind and dress up in this pretty kimono that you got from the Master's kind wife.

You and Tengen blended in perfectly once he left his uniform back and removed his makeup. You couldn't lie, he was a handsome man and you made quite a scene when you and he walked down the busy roads of the Entertainment District.

"I detest this mission, this place, and all these people in here...!" You hissed quietly as you and Tengen walked.

You could feel people's gazes on you two and it made your skin itch with disgust. You couldn't wait to get away from this place fast enough.

"What, do you think you are better than the rest of these mortals?" Tengen asked as he rolled his eyes, "Just because you're pretty doesn't mean you're better than others."

"I don't think so!" You snapped, "I just really don't like humans!"

"You prefer Demons instead?" His tone was accusing. You frowned as you averted your gaze and glared ahead before sighing, "Sometimes..."

Tengen frowned as he was ready to scold you but then a man walked up to you guys and looked at you.

"How much?" The stranger asked and you blinked in confusion, "Excuse me?"

"How much for a night?" The man asked and you felt a brand new level of disgust fill you, "None! I'm not for sale!"

"Sure you aren't," The man rolled his eyes and reached for you, making your whole stomach flip in disgust as he asked, "So how much?"

"Oi, this is my girl you're talking to," The Sound Hashira next to you frowned.

"Sorry man," The stranger turned to address Tengen instead of you, "I should have asked from her owner first."

"She isn't for sale!"

"Every woman here is, no need to be so greedy," The man rolled his eyes again as he started to dig out his wallet, "So, the price was...?"

"Trust me, there isn't enough money in the whole world that would grant you permission to touch her!"

"Uzui...?" As you looked at your fellow Hashira, you started to feel a little better, even a little safer with him by your side. You felt like you saw a new side of him you had never seen before.

"Fine, keep your whore," The stranger snapped as he turned and left, no doubt to seek company from somewhere else.

You sighed out loud as the situation was defused and you were at no risk of being touched by a complete stranger... But you still felt sick to your stomach, almost like you were going to puke any given second.

"Oi, are you alright?" Tengen frowned as he looked at you and you shook your head as you tried your hardest to keep your dinner inside.

The Sound Hashira reached for your hand, but as soon as his hand almost touched you, you flinched and looked at him like he was a Demon.

The man frowned as he instead grabbed your kimono's sleeve and pulled, "Follow me."

You nodded as the two of you quickly made your way out of the busy streets and hid in the brothels' shadows. As you gasped for breath to calm yourself down, Tengen kept an eye out that no one would disturb you guys.

"Everything okay?" He asked, but you were too busy to gasp for air to properly answer. So he gave you a couple of minutes to calm down and finally, you managed to do just that.

"I'm..." You panted as you straightened up, "I'm better now, thank you..."

"Don't mention it," Tengen looked at you, "Hey?"

"What...?" You were fully ready to be scolded by the Hashira, but something else happened instead.

"Sorry for being an ass earlier," The man frowned, "I shouldn't have called you out like that earlier."

You knew that it took a lot for the Sound Hashira to apologize like that. You blinked as you looked at him, seeing a whole new side of him.

"I... I appreciate your apology..." You nodded, "Thank you, Uzui. Apology accepted."

"Good," Tengen sighed, "We better head out if we want to find that Demon and get this mission over with and be gone from here."

"Yes," You nodded as you approached your fellow Hashira, who looked at you as you guys left the isolated alley and went to search for the Demon.

"So how long have you hated people's touch?" He asked and you glanced at him from the corner of your eye, "Earliest memory I have is since I was a toddler and I was being held by a neighbor's old lady."

"You didn't like grandma's hugs?"

"I hated them," You confessed, "I only stayed on her lap because it made her happy."

"Well," Tengen nodded, "You shouldn't do that anymore. You should do what makes you feel good."

"Thanks," You looked at him and smiled a little, "That's on my to-do list every single day."

"I'll make sure to be easier on you also."

"I appreciate it," You really did, "Now let's get that Demon and get the fuck out of here."

Tengen grinned brightly, "Now you're talking!"

[tbhkwarrior]

this is me, 12 hours before my shift!! 😛

welp.. 12 hours after my shift

!! ˙🍓 ̟★── repulsive, bakugou comfort

synopsis: you're repelled and frustrated looking at your own face, and vent to your boyfriend. he's more than flurried

containing: acne, chemicals used incorrectly and irresponsibly, self hate, katsuki aggressively fighting said self hate, teenage relationship, reader uses makeup, reader has had acne for a long time, i never notice i change the point of view ugh ᥫ᭡.

a/n: i'm having possibly the worst break out since getting acne, it's so tiring and frustrating to feel the pressure to put on makeup everyday and see just how much of a difference it really makes. and even then, you can clearly spot texture. it really does feel like painting a pig sometimes. i hope someone will feel a little better or at least a little more understood🩷

back to bkg masterlist. ──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !!

cleanser. oil based, then water based. rub gently, but not too gently, otherwise you're just wasting product. but you have to cleanse thoroughly. it has to say for acne prone skin on the packaging, how can you use something that's not for your skin type?

you're so irresponsible. it's your own fault for having acne then.

you must use products that reduce acne.

does it make a difference? you've been using this face wash for two months now, it's almost empty. why do you keep on gaining new break outs?

it's probably your diet. you must stuff yourself with junk and complain.

toner. every couple days, you use a harsher one. it has AHA and BHA, it's good for your skin. that's what the dermatologist recommended.

you heard salicylic acid helps too. and niacinamide. and retinol, and azelaic acid. you've tried all in a moment of desperation. sometimes it helped, but then it stopped helping.

"if you feel burning, rinse off immediately."

why does it burn if it's supposed to help? i can't just keep on rinsing off everything that i'm supposed to use. it's supposed to help me.

i'd rather let it burn this damn thing off my face.

be careful around the eyes, it's a sensitive area. everything is a sensitive area.

after every step, you wash your hands. what if bacteria somehow found it's way on them when you accidentally swashed your pajamas?

you dry your hands with a clean towel. you make sure to change them everyday, and you have a separate hand towel and face towel for every day of the week. you're still suspecting there might be dirt on there though.

bamboo face cloths are the best for use. don't use normal towels, you can't. you're so sloppy and nasty, if you don't do all these basic things then it's your own fault for having acne.

you don't get to complain. you saw a girl on tiktok today with a huge cyst on her forehead. that could've been you. your acne isn't even that bad. what are you whining for.

serum. not one, no. are you kidding? one is for reducing active pimples, another one is best to reduce hyperpigmentation, and the third one has a calming effect and looks milky.

oh, and it's best to keep them in a cool place, if you didn't already know. i bet you did, though.

your mom bought you a skincare fridge on your birthday, how thoughtful of her. she even made you a homemade birthday cake, "because the store bought ones are full of sugar", she said.

next is spot treatment. you got these prescripted at the third dermatologist you went to. she mentioned a professional done procedure a little too fast for your ears not to tingle.

you keep a glycemic index she gave you above your desk. you have memoried the numbers by now. at the very top stands maltose (beer).

the medication needs to dry before you put on moisturizer, it's a 15 minutes wait minimum.

it's time to stare at yourself for 15 minutes and think. you count. one, two, three.. twenty one red spots that aren't pimples, just there. three active ones. that's one cheek.

thirteen of the same spots on the other, and two active ones. you like that cheek better. that's your left cheek.

perhaps it's because you often sleep on your right side. you change your pillow 2 times a week, but if you really tried, you'd buy a satin pillowcase.

if you really wanted your acne to be gone, you'd sleep on your back. that's on you.

your forehead has a couple bumps near the brows. they appear and dip every couple weeks.

there's blackheads on your nose, no matter how much you scrub it's always the first to be oily.

your chin is red for some reason. you have no idea why.

there's water on the floor, it dropped from your elbows when you were rinsing your face. 15 minutes pass, it's finally time to apply the last product.

it's 11pm. everyday, you spend half an hour on just your nightly skincare routine. applying makeup in the morning takes you 20 minutes, but there's still morning skincare.

and you can't neglect other hygiene, can you?

the products cost. the prescription costs. the visits to the dermatologist cost. but most importantly, it all costs your time and nerves.

it's been 2 years. everytime it gets better, you already know not to get happy. it all comes down sooner or later again. and again. and again and again.

you don't look at foods the same. everything reminds you of that damn index.

you're envious of denki and sero and kirishima for going on trips to the convenience store every second evening. you let yourself take one piece of junk food they're always offering.

you probably shouldn't have. you're just asking for new break outs this way.

you're always the one offering to take pictures. whenever you're in frame, you just wish you weren't.

but you do wanna be in those pictures, so badly. you just can't handle feeling like you're ruining it.

you don't wash your face at a sleepover before no one goes to sleep. you don't want to be seen.

you know you're not ugly. whenever you put on makeup, you take a second to imagine yourself without texture. that how you would look. how you wished you could just take your skin off and grow a new one.

your friends compliment you. your boyfriend says you have pretty eyes. you can't help but think he's always repeating that cause he can't bring himself to look away. right at your disgusting skin.

you walk out. he's already showered, and has been waiting for you on the mattress.

"you spend so long in there i could swear you grew roots to the floor." he rasped out, katsuki's voise as groggy as ever.

the only light turned on is the desk light, and it's turned away. you purposely place it as close to the wall as possible for it to be dim.

"believe me when i tell you i hate it more than you do." i plop on the bed right beside him, my back grazing against his chest. i've always liked this position the most. it felt less vulnerable.

of course, i don't believe my boyfriend hates my face. it's just being seen like this, by anyone, that repulses me.

"then do it faster. i get bored just waiting for you." that earnes him a sigh, and a jabby comeback.

"i'm not your entertainer. fight boredom by yourself." i know he doesn't mean to, but it frustrates me whenever anyone just tells me what to do about it like it's so easy.

thanks, i haven't yet thought of drinking more water. revolutionary advice, really.

"blast my face off. that will make us both a favour." i murmured, frowning at his palm. i layed on his open bicep, and it frustrated me that all i could think about was 'what if it'll get me acne?'

"hey, watch it. i'm not doing anything to your pretty face." his voice was gruff but pretty quiet. it was late for him after all. his sleeping schedule absolutely crumbled when we started dating.

i exhaled through my nose. "...pretty." it wasn't a question. it was like a pun for me, a hurtful one.

"got a problem?" oh, he's getting defensive before he even knows what it's about.

"i'm repulsive, kats."

"don't talk about my fucking girlfriend like that. i have the urge to strangle you." katsuki growled out immediately, always ready to fight in my name. he tensed up his arm, it no longer felt like a pillow but like a brick. he was not loud, but it still felt like he was yelling at me.

"who's this girlfriend i don't know about?" i try to joke. it doesn't land.

"y/n. i'm being serious."

"katsuki if you had to live with my face-"

"i do live with it. i see your face everyday, and i say it's pretty.!" he raised his voice and tried to turn me around, but i fought against it.

"don't try to look at me." a plea comes out. i think i'll be brought to tears the moment he turns me around. i feel myself cracking this instant.

it's such a humiliating feeling having to sit through someone trying to make you feel better, while you sit with the reality.

"how am i supposed to get that in your head if i can't even see you.." he whisper yelled in frustration, while i brought a hand to my face in hopes of covering it.

if i tell him i believe him, that would be a lie. i want my skin clear, i can't keep on looking like this. i try to stop myself but my hand starts shaking on it's own.

"oh fuck no." he closed the arm on me, ultimately turning me around like i told him not to.

"listen. i'm not going to be quiet when my literal girlfriend puts herself down!"he grumbled out the last words, like he was manually restraining himself from yelling my ears off. that made me laugh more than anything.

"you're pretty. you're so pretty the things you see aren't even noticeable to me. you know better than anyone else i don't sugarcoat." he held my head to look at him, avoiding touching my face but instead putting his palms by the ear area.

his eyes were wide and eyebrows raised up, at the same time frowning. he has a permanent wrinkle in between of them, with how much he does it.

i look at the wrinkle, i like that wrinkle.

"..stop staring. i see where your eyes are going." i know he hates that wrinkle which made me smile, my cheeks going up and grazing his hands just lightly.

i was kinda touched by the way he just fought me on this without hesitation. he may not be a mushy, lovey dovey boyfriend, but i still wouldn't replace him with no one other. he doesn't sugarcoat, i'm sure of it. so it's easy to trust that he really means what he says.

katsuki brought my head closer, pecking me on the lips fast several times. it was how you'd peck a cat when you get cuteness aggression.

i still want him to blast my face off, but maybe it shouldn't be what i'm meant to focus on now.

a/n: this is such a vent 😭 i really do have that stupid glycemic index memoried

pls don't flop pls don't flop pls don't flop

[tbhkwarrior]

THIS IS SO CUTE BUT THE PHOTO IS KILLING ME

still yours

pairing: t. kamado x fem!reader

warning: child marriage, kinda sucks my mental health wasnt okay when i made this lewl

(name) was getting married at the raw age of fifteen. she was about to walk down the aisle with a fake smile plastered on her face with a smile she had mastered two years ago, ever since her best friend went missing from his home.

every saturday, she would climb the mountain where his house was, in hopes that he’d return one day, but her routine of climbing the mountain every saturday was eventually stopped by her mother, who had grown concerned about what she called an “obsession” with the burgundy-haired boy.

she tried everything to cheer her daughter up, but nothing ever worked. so she resorted to the last option,an arranged marriage. after searching for a suitable male in (name)’s life, she felt somewhat relieved. but what she didn’t realize was that the boy (name) had agreed to marry, looked just like him.

(name) was quiet as her feet stepped across the old wooden floors of the shrine where the wedding was to take place. the soft rustle of silk from her uchikake trailed behind her like a ghost. the ceremonial white robe, the heavy headpiece, and the makeup were all perfect. but she didn’t feel perfect.

not when her heart still belonged to someone else.

the wedding ended in a blur. (name) kept zoning out, barely registering the rituals and the vows. before she knew it, the ceremony was over, and the weight of her new life pressed down on her shoulders.

afterward, her groom gently suggested they have their honeymoon in tokyo. her mother was delighted by the idea, quickly agreed on her behalf.

hname) and hayato were now in tokyo, searching for a house they could settle in permanently. not once did hayato force anything on (name), he always made sure she was comfortable with every decision. once they had chosen a house, (name) suggested they inform her mother about it first.

the car drove back to her hometown. when they arrived, (name) stepped out on her side and told hayato that she’d be at the food stands for a while. walking through the familiar streets, she made her way toward her favorite food stand and ordered the dish she had always loved.

she was about to throw away the paper wrapper when a loud commotion caught her attention. turning her head slightly, she froze, standing just a few feet away was a girl with long black hair tied in a ribbon, it was nezuko.

next to nezuko were two unfamiliar faces, one boy with black hair tipped in blue, and the other with bright yellow hair. they were shouting at each other, clearly in the middle of some argument, but stopped when he stepped forward. tanjiro.

her tanjiro.

he handed something to the two boys, calming them instantly. her breath caught. he looked different now. older, worn. his right eye was noticeably lighter, almost faded, and his left arm was wrinkled as if it had been burned long ago and never fully healed.

as she was about to run toward him, a firm grip wrapped around her arm, it was hayato.

“your mother is looking for you,” he said, voice calm but his hold strong—too strong for (name).

“wait, just a minute, hayato, please,” she tried to explain, her eyes still locked on the figure in the distance. but he didn’t listen. he gently, yet firmly, began pulling her away, away from the boy she had searched for all these years.

meanwhile, tanjiro froze.

a familiar, comforting scent hit him like a wave. it warm, soft, nostalgic. he turned his head, scanning the crowd with a confused expression, searching for the source. his heart skipped.

his eyes landed on a blur of people.

and then, someone looked back.

those eyes. her eyes. the same shade he’d memorized from every dream, every memory.

“(name)?” he whispered, breath catching in his throat.

nezuko followed his gaze, confused. she scanned the crowd, but saw no one that looked like her. just strangers walking by, too many faces moving too fast.

“nii-san?” she asked, gently tugging his sleeve.

tanjiro didn’t answer. his feet moved out of instinct, just a few steps. but his legs were still too weak. he stumbled, and nezuko quickly caught him, steadying his balance.

he stood still for a moment, eyes fixed on where he thought he saw her. her eyes, those familiar (eye color) eyes. it had to be her.

but then he remembered what her mother had told him days ago.

“she moved away, tanjiro… she’s married now. she has a life of her own,” her mother said, eyes wide, almost too wide. there was something in the air, a faint scent tangled with her words that tanjiro couldn’t quite place. not sadness, but not honesty either.

he smiled gently, politely. “is that so? then i’m sorry for bothering you, naomi-san.”

he bowed low, respectful as ever, and turned away.

as he rejoined his friends, he didn’t need to say anything. the look on his face was enough, they understood. (name) had been one of the reasons he fought so desperately, why he pushed through the pain, blood, and grief. he wanted a world without demons, a world where she could be safe… where they could be happy.

but if (name) was married, why didn’t she look happy? why did she look back at him with pleading eyes, as if asking for something? as his friends supported him, he asked if they could go back home.

name) stayed in the room she had grown up in. the door slid open to reveal her mother, who wore a solemn expression.

“he came back here, didn’t he?” she asked, clenching her hand until crescent-shaped marks formed in her palm.

her mother didn’t answer right away. instead, she stepped further into the room, her eyes scanning the familiar space filled with memories. finally, she gave a slow nod.

“he did,” she said quietly. “just for a moment.”

(name)’s breath hitched. she looked down at her hands resting on her lap, her fingers tightening slightly.

“did you speak to him?”

“yes,” her mother replied, sitting down beside her. “he asked about you. i told him the truth.”

(name) looked up, her eyes filled with a mix of pain and frustration. “what truth? that i was forced to marry someone else because you were afraid i’d never move on?”

her mother looked away. “i just wanted you to be happy again. to let go of something that might never come back. i didn’t know he’d return…”

(name) let out a bitter laugh, wiping away a tear. “but he did. and if you really had wanted me to be happy, you could’ve left me alone, not married.”

her mother flinched at her words but chose not to push any further. she stood up quietly and left, leaving (name) alone with her thoughts.

after a few moments of sitting in silence, (name) stood and made her way to where hayato was staying. she knocked gently on the door.

“come in,” he called from inside.

she slid the shoji door and came inside, sitting in front of him she spoke.

“hayato, if i were to disappear, would you be mad?” the question made his eyes widen. but before he could answer, (name) continued, “don’t sugarcoat it. i want to hear your honest answer.”

hayato replied, “if you’re safe, then i’d be okay with it. i never wanted to be married either… i only agreed because you were the one who didn’t seem to care. i wanted to continue my passion in writing. my father thought i would be lonely since i always locked myself in my room, so he started looking for a bride.”

she gave a small nod. “i will be going now.”

hayato’s eyes widened, panic setting in. “where are you going?”

“somewhere,” was all she said as she turned to leave.

he stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do. but in the end, he called out gently, “have a safe trip.”

it was december when (name) managed to sneak out, her footsteps light as she made her way toward the house on top of the mountain. the cold bit at her skin, and the wind carried the faint scent of snow. she looked up and saw the sky dimming as the sun was beginning to set.

not wanting to waste another second, she started to sprint toward the familiar path, her heart racing with each step. the snowflakes began to fall, soft and slow, dusting her hair and shoulders as she ran. her breath came in puffs, noticable in the freezing air.

tears streamed down her face, stinging her cold skin. her thighs burned from the running. as she passed a small house along the trail, she heard a familiar voice—old man saburo, as she used to call him—calling out to her. but she didn’t stop.

then, just ahead, she saw it, the familiar roof she’d been longing for.

with a shaky breath, she tried to pick up her pace, but her foot caught on a rock hidden beneath the snow. she stumbled forward and fell, her body hitting the cold ground hard. the cold seeped into her skin, and her tired limbs refused to move. she lay there, trembling, breaths shallow and fast. her body just… wouldn’t get up.

inside the house, zenitsu peeked out the window, his usual frightened expression painted across his face. “tanjiro, i heard something outside,” he whispered, clutching at his friend’s sleeve. “somethings out there!” his voice shook slightly as he pressed closer to the window, trying to make out a figure through the falling snow.

tanjiro stood, frowning. something didn’t feel right. that same scent again, familiar, warm, and heart-wrenching. he didn’t say anything, just threw on his haori and rushed to the door, heart pounding.

zenitsu panicked as he tried to stop tanjiro from going outside. inosuke just stood there, confused, scratching his butt. zenitsu began screaming for inosuke to help him stop tanjiro, until he heard a soft voice.

“tanjiro…”

zenitsu froze mid-yell, his arms still outstretched in front of tanjiro. his wide eyes darted toward the door, his breathing uneven. “d-did you guys hear that?” he whispered. “someone just said… tanjiro.”

inosuke blinked. “huh? i didn’t hear anything.”

but tanjiro did.

no—he smelled it first. that faint, comforting scent that he longed for. his eyes widened as he slowly stepped past zenitsu.

“…that scent,” tanjiro muttered, voice trembling. “it’s her.”

nezuko then checked the commotion and saw her brother opening the door.

he pushed it open, the snow crunching softly beneath his feet as cold air rushed in. his eyes scanned the snow-covered ground until they landed on a shape—collapsed and unmoving—half-buried in snow just a few meters from the front steps.

“(name)?” he called out, his voice trembling. gently, he pinched himself, thinking it might be a dream. but the sting was real. without hesitation, he stepped toward the figure, “grab some towels, please, she hates the cold,” he said quickly. nezuko nodded and rushed back inside while zenitsu moved to support him, his face pale with worry.

tanjiro knelt beside you, brushing the snow from your face with trembling fingers. “(name)… you’re freezing,” he whispered, pulling you carefully into his arms. your skin was ice-cold, and your breathing was shallow but steady. he cradled you gently, shielding you from the wind as best as he could.

zenitsu returned with a thick blanket and draped it over your body and lifted you into his arms as tanjiro couldn’t. “we need to get her warm,” he said urgently, his usual calm replaced by panic. inosuke had finally stopped scratching his head and opened the door wider, letting them in.

they carried you inside and laid you by the fire, nezuko already boiling water for tea and placing warm towels nearby. tanjiro sat beside you, holding your hand in both of his as he watched your face, the face that he longed to see.

“what are you doing here?” he whispered, voice barely audible. “why now… after all this time?” but even as he asked, a part of him already knew, because deep down, he never stopped waiting either.

(name) slowly opened her eyes, the light glow of the fire flickering in her blurry vision. her head throbbed, and she could feel the weight of a damp towel resting on her forehead. with a weak hand, she reached up and pulled it off, blinking as her sight cleared.

the first person she saw was tanjiro.

he had been pouring something, perhaps tea as she saw a few cups on the tabler.

“’jiro…” her voice came out weak, barely above a whisper.

his head snapped toward her the moment he heard it. in just a few steps, he was at her side. (name) didn’t wait. her arms reached up, trembling, and she pulled him into a tight hug. her breath hitched as she felt the warmth of him, real and solid after all these years.

tanjiro froze for a second, stunned by the sudden closeness, but only for a second. he wrapped his arms around her, gentle but firm, as if making sure she wouldn’t slip away again.

“i thought something bad had happened to you…” she rambled, her voice trembling as both hands cupped his cheeks. “what happened? your eye, your arm—what happened? you told me you were going to come to me after new year, yet you never came. when i went up here, no one was here. it was empty,” her voice cracked, “i thought you died…”

after tanjiro explained everything that had happened in the years he was gone, (name) felt a wave of relief wash over her knowing he was alive. but she also saw the pain in his eyes and heard it in his voice. she knew something was still gnawing at him. after all, his friends, his mentors,and even his master had all died in the process of defeating the demons.

without saying a word, she reached out and wrapped her arms around him, holding him close. his shoulders tensed for a second before slowly relaxing in her embrace.

“you did everything you could,” she whispered, gently resting her chin on his shoulder. “they would’ve been proud, tanjiro.”

he didn’t reply, but the way his arms held her tighter said everything.

they sat like that for a while. tanjiro pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. “i kept thinking about you,” he said quietly. “even when things were at their worst… i kept hoping i’d see you again. i just didn’t know if i deserved it.”

(name) shook her head gently, her eyes shining. “you came back. that’s all that matters. you’re here. with me.”

a soft smile played on his lips. “are you happy?”

she hesitated but only for a second. “i am now.”

tanjiro nodded, resting his forehead against hers.

the fire crackled gently in front of them. outside, the wind howled across the mountain. but inside, there was warmth. there was love.

and tanjiro knew, with every beat of his heart, that she was still his.

and perhaps, she had always been.

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🍒 sft-chrries 2025

[tbhkwarrior]

AWEEEEE

tanjiro smells you before he can see you

tanjiro’s always had a keen sense of smell. he can smell emotions, whether something is a demon or a human, and he can easily sense where an object or creature is.

but the first time he met you, you smelled different than other people. most of the time, he could only know one’s emotions, if they’re a demon or human, and their location.

it was weird when the two of you began to run into each other randomly, and he’d be able to tell who you are just based on your scent.

he doesn’t know how to describe how you smell, so he just says it’s a loving type of scent. you don’t understand what he means, but take it as a compliment anyway.

so tanjiro knows when you’re behind him, and you almost always fail to sneak up on him unless he pretends he doesn’t know you’re there.

and one day, he’s talking with giyuu in a nearby town when he smells something, your scent. the tips of tanjiro’s ears turn pink, and he sheepishly smiles as giyuu raises an eyebrow in confusion. though, he understands what tanjiro’s blushing about when he sees you walking towards them. tanjiro always tends to get flustered around you, even though the two of you are dating.

he turns around with a smile and places a soft kiss on your lips, and giyuu almost smiles at the sight of who he considers to be his ‘little brother’ with the girl he loves the most.

yes i love the water brothers so what ?? anyway happy bday tanjiroo

[tbhkwarrior]

FOUND FAMILY TROPE

Full of Love

himeko, welt, pom-pom x gn!reader [platonic]

summary : people always say you're so full of love, especially for the astral express family.

cw : gn!reader, sfw, fluff, found family troupe, reader is a nameless, mention of ptsd, reader have bad past before joining astral express, word vomit tbh.

i really adore astral express family, they're my roman empire. i might write for the trailblazer trio + sunday after this. also fyi i rarely write for platonic relationship so please don't expect me to write more platonic stuff 🙏

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Many people say that you're a person full of love, especially for the Astral Express family. And you never deny it—because they're not wrong. The Express has been your haven, your safe place, a place you call home.

Before you boarded the Express, life had always been hard on your 'home' planet. In fact, you're not even sure if you could call that hellhole of a place a home. Not once did you feel safe since the day you were born.

But now, that's all in the past. You've healed, you've made peace with yourself and your past, and all you can do is share your love with the other crew members.

Starting with Himeko. The red haired navigator has been your savior—since the day she welcomed you with open arms, guided you out of your darkest times, and became the first person you could truly trust.

Her gentle smile makes your heart flutter with happiness that you couldn't explain. Her presence makes you feel safe. She always stands by your side, supporting your decisions with an open mind.

You're always grateful for her, and you can tell she's grateful for you too.

"You're a blessing that not even an Aeon can give,"

She once said on a night when your body trembled from the weight of nightmares from the past. She held you in her arms, her hands running soothingly along your back as she whispered soft words of comfort. She handled you with pure kindness—never she treats you like you were some kind of a scared animal, but as an equal. She treated you like a human being.

People always say you're full of love for Himeko, and it's true. Every morning, you never failed to brew her a cup of coffee just the way she likes it, even if her preferences were odd, even if you dislike the strong smell of the coffee beans. You do it for her. And every time, she never failed to send you a grateful smile and a few words of praise as she takes a sip. You wouldn't trade the world for the smile she gives you.

You're always full of love for Welt, the man who mysteriously boarded the Express one day. At first, you were skeptical of him. Before he arrived, it had always been just you, Himeko, and Pom-Pom. Your skepticism were justified, and Welt never took offense.

He was patient. He earned your trust slowly but surely.

At night when the nightmares became too much to bear, when sleep felt impossible, you'd wander the halls of the Express. Some nights, you didn't have the heart to wake Himeko, even though you knew she wouldn't mind comforting you like always.

You'd drift through the dimly lit corridors before finding yourself in the Parlor Car. There, you’d often spot Welt, sitting on the red couch in front of one of the tables. He would acknowledge your presence with a small glance before a slight smile pulled at his lips.

"Having trouble sleeping too?"

He never pried, never forced you to talk. He simply welcomed you to sit beside him, allowing you both to exist in silence as you gazed at the endless stars through the glass panels. And so, your little habit began.

Some nights, when neither of you could sleep, you'd sit together in comfortable silence. Other nights, one of you would open up, little by little. Welt would tell you stories of his late home, and in return, you'd share yours. It became a quiet, unspoken secret between the two of you.

People say you're full of love for Welt, and it’s evident in the way you'll sketch countless pictures of his characters from the animations he’s shown you before.

In fact, he's the one who taught you how to draw, sharing his little joys with you as you eagerly followed his lessons. You'll proudly show him your sketches, even when the lines were wobbly and imperfect. But no matter what, he always praises you.

His little smile says it all. He’s proud of you and it's evident in the way he secretly pins your sketches above his monitor. so he can look at them fondly while he animates.

You're full of love for Pom-Pom too.

The fluffy conductor’s constant scolding has become one of your favorite things. It might sound odd, but you find comfort in their slightly agitated voice whenever they reprimand you for forgetting your cleaning duties. Your punishment is always the same—scrubbing down the entire Express for the day.

"Pom-Pom is only doing this because Pom-Pom is worried about you!"

Yet, at the end of the day, when you're exhausted and wiping the sweat off your forehead, you always find a plate of your favorite food waiting for you in your room. When you ask Pom-Pom about it, they avoid eye contact, flustered, before lying and running away.

Everyone on the Express knows the truth—Pom-Pom has a soft spot for you. And you have a soft spot for them too. It's an open secret that you're their favorite passenger, even if they deny it every time.

You will always be full of love for the Astral Express, your family.

And you will never stop giving them your love.

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[tbhkwarrior]

I LOVE THE WRITING IN THIS!!

hi there! platonic aventurine, jing yuan, sunday, blade, welt, dan heng, boothill, argenti and dr ratio with a teen reader who is like fischl?

Hi anon <33 I really wanted to finish this in one part because i loved this req in specific (i love fischl) but idk why I’m lacking sm motivation,,, so I decided to split this into 2 parts (hopefully) i hope you don’t mind,,, thank you so much for requesting <33 if you’re unsatisfied just tell me and i’ll redo it !! <33

notes 𐙚 gender-neutral reader — "you" + "royal" + "they/them" used to refer to user ,, reader is a teenager ,, user is based off of "fischl" from the game genshin impact ,, platonic relationships ,, mention of fu xuan in jing yuan’s part ,, not my best work i’m sorry ,, mention of robin in sunday’s part ,, not proofread ignore typos

⭑ When he first met you, AVENTURINE was a bit taken aback with your speech and eccentric character in general. You claim to be royalty from a far away world, and while Aventurine didn’t quite believe it at first there was a small part of him that was lowkey kind of convinced.

⭑ He was a bit concerned that someone like you was so high ranking in the IPC because he knows the IPC is probably exploiting you especially because you seem to be a bit naive, so he’ll start watching over you.

⭑ He’ll gradually get used to your persona and understand what you say. He might need a second to process if you drop a huge paragraph of dialogue on him, but with every conversation and interaction he gets faster.

⭑ Takes one to know one — AVENTURINE can tell you’re trying to cope with something that’s happened in the past via roleplaying this character you put on, and he won’t be the one to burst your bubble. In fact, he’ll try to protect it for as long as possible.

⭑ Nobody’s going to make fun of you while he’s around. If anyone tries to reality check you, he’ll lowkey gaslight them into thinking that everything you say is real. Yeah, you’re a royal. He’s also actually seen this far away land you speak of, so that person is just being an ignorant hater !!

⭑ If your character is based off of someone from a book like Fischl, AVENTURINE will find that book and read it to better understand your references and persona as a whole. Likes seeing how you get happy when he references something.

⭑ If you ever feel insecure because of your past, AVENTURINE will be there to comfort you. He’s good at picking up signs when it comes to you because he practically had your character memorized. He’ll try to distract you from your past but if you do want to open up and vent he’ll be there to listen.

⭑ Give him a role in your little world and he’ll play it scarily well. Would probably do best as a royal advisor or assistant.

⭑ Buys you literally anything and everything that could fit your aesthetic and world. Fancy gems to add to your riches because every royal needs to have riches!! Buys you clothes too that you think is fit for royalty of your world.

⭑ You practice archery next to him while he practices gun shooting and it’s nice bonding time,,

"I, [Name], [Insert desired title here], descend upon this land by the call of fate an— Oh, you are also a traveler from another world? Very well, I grant you permission to travel with me."

"They’re saying that it’s nice to meet you."

⭑ Was not in any way bothered or confused by your eccentric mannerisms. JING YUAN’s pretty used to the unique speech style due to Fu Xuan, so he understands what you’re saying or at least gets the basic idea.

⭑ Oh? You’re a royal from a far away distant land? Yes yes, how nice. But royals do need to complete their training as well, no? As a cloud knight, he’s impressed with how you easily climbed up those ranks. Praises you whenever you somehow jump up a rank quicker than the last.

⭑ He doesn’t really suspect too much of your personality and that you’re putting up a front until you slip out and go ooc which makes him do a double take mentally. When you get all flustered and a bit distressed, he’ll reassure you by acting like nothing happened.

⭑ It’s then that he really pays attention to the little story you have going on with the world you live in. If he ever forgets something important, he’ll apologize and tell you that he never meant to insult your highness.

⭑ Another one that would protect your little bubble. I don’t think anyone would really want to say something bad about a high ranking cloud knight but even if they wanted to if JING YUAN or Yanqing were to hear they wouldn’t know peace,,

⭑ He can play the role you give him should you give him, especially as a general. You tell him about someone trying to attack your kingdom and he’ll reassure you he’s got this !!

⭑ Keeps a piece of paper in his pocket that has details about your persona if it’s based off of a character from a book. Also probably has a timeline on all your 'historical' events — sometimes he scares you because it feels like he knows more about your world than you do,,

⭑ He finds your keen instincts and intuition a bit intimidating. Have you ever thought of learning a thing or two from Fu Xuan? He always trusts you whenever you feel uncertain about a plan or idea because somehow you’re almost always right in the end.

⭑ Becomes your archery mentor and will watch over you as you train. Your skills are impressive and he finds amusement in the way you pose after a full combo.

⭑ If you feel upset because of your past, JING YUAN will comfort you and tell you that you don’t have to grow up — you’re still young and deserve to enjoy what remains before you become an adult and have to face the world. He’ll always be proud and support you no matter what.

"I hear the voice of fate, speaking my name in humble supplication..."

"Hm? Care to share what fate whispers?"

⭑ The talk of an eccentric worker in the reverie hotel had easily reached SUNDAY’s ears, and wanting to see who this eccentric worker was, he decided to wander around during his free time to catch them in action.

⭑ It wasn’t hard to find you as you were a bit loud. Pushing the cart of luggage while speaking of your magical kingdom to the guests as they nod along, clearly invested and assuming you were a storyteller. Once you had brought the guests’ luggage to their room and left, SUNDAY made his way to you to talk with you in interest. You had quite the imagination and spoke in a very sophisticated manner for your age.

⭑ Wasn’t at all phased by the paragraphs upon paragraphs of dialogue you would drop on him, replying easily and holding the conversation well. He noticed you seemed happier the longer he spoke to you.

⭑ While some guests may be annoyed by your behavior, he’ll remind them — if he’s present — that penacony is the land of festivities and many different people visit. Plus, you’re young and free to be who you want to be. If you’re really get picked on though he’ll deal with them personally.

⭑ SUNDAY is scarily observant so he knows you’re playing a character. He doesn’t really acknowledge it too much or confronts you, though, since everyone in penacony is also technically playing the character they wish they were.

⭑ Because of that, SUNDAY will let you do as you please. He’ll indulge you and will play the role you wish for him to play. He’s good at acting, so he can play whatever you wish. It reminds him of when he’d play pretend when Robin when he was younger.

⭑ Has everything about your character memorized. However he knows what to say and what not to say so he doesn’t fluster you by knowing more than you. Will also cover for you if you accidentally go ooc.

⭑ Your ability to rise up in the ranks so quickly will eventually make you work directly under him at some point and when that happens trust that people will refer to you with a royal title. He may indulge you a bit too much,,,

⭑ When you open to SUNDAY about your past, he kind of just. . . Dodges the subject after that. Doesn’t mention it at all. May act like your father a bit and call you his [insert royal title here] — you never realize it’s him trying to reassure you that you needn’t worry about growing up and being mature because of the role you’ve given him.

⭑ Gets a bit worried for your safety when you practice archery, but he also appreciates the fact you can take care of yourself should you face any dangers (especially in the dreamscape.)

⭑ Takes your advice and warnings a bit seriously because of how good your intuition and keen instincts were. (He didn’t listen ONCE and he paid the price.)

"What does it take to rile a royal? ...If you must know, it is those who cannot recognize my true identity. But it is no great loss, for solitude is the noble's lot, so long as I do not lose the nobility of my soul..."

"How wise you are, your highness."

⭑ He has no idea when it happened, but one day BLADE became your 'knight' and he has yet to comment on it. Not really the best knight as he doesn’t really stay close to you on the daily however also a really good knight as he protects you during missions to the point where you don’t use a single arrow.

⭑ Can understand what you day, does not translate for other people. You’re the yapper and he’s the listener. Doesn’t reply like 95% of the time but when he does it’s really flat and monotone which you don’t mind because he’s the big scary knight !!

⭑ Gets teased by the other stellaron hunters for indulging you, but he doesn’t really care too much. He can’t leave you to die during missions, can he? You’re way too young to hold your own properly so he’s there to make sure the number of stellaron hunters doesn’t decrease (that’s his reasoning don’t ruin it pls.)

⭑ Said this in other posts: not the best at comforting so when you open up, he’s kind of just,,, there. He’s also a bit distant sometimes but after that he’ll try to put an effort into playing his role so you don’t get upset or feel like he’s ignoring you.

⭑ Nobody thinks of making fun of you or your interests because BLADE’s always standing behind you — even if you’re tall for your age it’s still very scary to have him just staring at the person with a dead look.

⭑ Doesn’t research your character like the others — he learns as he goes. He doesn’t even have the chance to mess up because he just doesn’t talk much so he can’t mess up.

⭑ Not much to say for Bladie he just goes with it,,

"Dusk and dawn but fleeting shadows are. Once more, the twists of fate have led you into my everlasting night."

"…Good morning."

[tbhkwarrior]

YESSS I WAS WAITING FOR THIS

practicing kissing with bff!baby

content tags: baby saja x female reader, best friends to ??, unspoken feelings, inexperienced reader & baby, first kiss, making out, a little dry humping and praise, suggestive, all lowercase intended

author’s note: this trope is such a guilty pleasure of mine 😵‍💫 i hope i did it justice 🤞

your eyes were glued to the screen as you raced to the finish line, baby right behind you as he attempted to throw an item towards you, which misses it’s intended target. you can’t help but laugh at his failed attempt, “too bad, so sad.” you tease, giggling more when you hear his scoff and a grumbled, “whatever.”

at the completion of the final lap as first place, you celebrate, cheering loudly as baby tosses the controllers aside, “y’know I let you win, right?” you playfully roll your eyes at that, nodding half-heartedly.

“yeah, sure. whatever you say.” at that, he throws a pillow in your direction, hitting you directly. that pulls a laugh out of him, the corner of his lips quirked upwards as you whine out a, “hey!”

with the game long forgotten, you collapse back into your spot on his couch. you’re laying on your stomach now, head propped up on the palms of your hands. “can i ask you something?” baby glances over to you, a lazy smirk pulling at his lips, “you just did.”

“you know what i mean, baby.” you pout, glossy lip jutting out in that way baby can’t say no to.

“alright, go ahead.”

“have you kissed anyone?” he chokes on his saliva at that, his cheeks becoming pink as he struggles to comprehend the words that just came out of your mouth in the form of that ridiculous question.

when he finally recovers he can’t help the look of disbelief that settles on his face. “why?” he really tries to play it cool, but the moment he finds your bashful gaze on him, his heart thumps erratically against his ribcage.

your cheeks are burning with the flush that covers them, you shrug ─ completely and utterly embarrassed ─ regretting the topic of conversation altogether. “jus’ curious.”

it’s quiet for a moment, almost quiet enough to hear the thoughts running through baby’s mind. “no, i’ve never kissed anyone.” he finally admits, voice cracking at the completely humiliating declaration. he quickly adds, “if you tell anyone, i’ll kill you.”

relief floods your chest at his answer, “i haven’t kissed anyone either.” you say lightly, cheeks still ablaze with your lingering shyness.

as if a lightbulb lights up above your head, you’re eyes widen with an excellent idea at the forefront of your mind, “why don’t we be each other’s first kiss?”

baby freezes, executive brain function paused as he reels from the sudden suggestion. completely oblivious to this, you add, “so… y’know, when we want to kiss someone for real, we know what we’re doing.”

like a coping mechanism, baby can’t stop the way he immediately uses humour to manage the flurry of emotions that swell up in his chest. “do you wanna kiss me that badly?”

“forget about it.” you grumble, your lips turning into that pretty little pout they always do whenever he teases you a tad too much.

swallowing, baby nods. “okay, yeah. that makes sense.” he answers, his voice a little raspy.

“c’mere, then.”

without needing to be told twice, you crawl over to him, slowly invading his space on the couch. before you can hesitate, he helps you climb onto his lap. it feels like your heart skips a beat at the sudden closeness, you’re so close you can feel his warm breath fan against your face.

baby has to hold back a grunt when you finally settle into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck like its second nature. he finds it cute the way you struggle to meet his eyes now, an evident blush painting your cheeks as you nervously play with the strands of hair at the nape of his neck.

a shiver runs down the length of his spine at your touch, all of his nerve endings seemingly on overdrive. “relax, it’s just me.” he breathes out, but even he can’t stop the way his stomach clenches when you finally meet his gaze.

“that’s why I’m nervous.” baby’s hands rise to cup your heated cheeks, thumb brushing the skin as a means to calm your nerves. it’s gentle, and soft, so unlike his usual self and it makes your heart squeeze in your chest.

so when he asks so gently, “can i kiss you?” your glossy lips pull into a such sweet smile. a quiet laugh escapes you as you nod your head slowly, leaning into him closer and inviting him to finally close the remaining distance between you.

his cologne invades your senses as he leans down with bated breath, eyes half-lidded when his lips touch yours in a soft, tentative kiss. his hands find home on the curve of your hips as you press your lips against his firmer, giving him your unspoken permission to continue.

the gentle but clumsy movement of his lips against yours pulls a breathy sigh from you, greedily parting your lips for more. he pulls away (albeit reluctantly), and you can’t stop the disappointment from pooling in your stomach.

baby licks his lips, tasting your strawberry flavoured lip gloss, he could’ve guessed but it makes the tips of his ears tinge pink nonetheless. “i think…” you start, eyes droopy as watch him carefully. “i need more practice.”

drunk off the taste of you, he nods dumbly, humming out his agreement. “yeah, wasn’t enough.” he murmurs, already moving to press his lips to yours once again in a heated kiss.

with a new found confidence, you deepen the kiss as you swipe your hot tongue along the seam of his wet lips, resuming where you left off. his mouth falls open, giving you all the access you could ever need, letting you taste him.

it’s minty, you note, as his tongue glides against yours. you feel dizzy from the intensity of the kiss as he pulls you closer to him, his hands moving up the contour of your body to rest at the small of your back. “is this okay?” he asks, breathless and desperate to continue kissing you. you quickly hum out your approval before going back to savouring the taste of his lips.

your senses are overwhelmed, wrapped up in the feel of your best friend against you. there’s no space between your bodies now as baby presses his lips to yours in desperate open mouthed kisses. you swallow his stuttered groan when your hips grind into his lap, forcing him to pull back just enough to whisper his praise against your lips.

“jus’ like that,” he almost whines, as your hips press on his, and it makes baby see stars. you shakily sigh into his mouth as your tongue slides past his parted lips, exploring your new found addiction.

the idea of pulling away is unbearable but the need to breathe forces you to part. you’re panting when you seperate, lips swollen and wet as you look at him through your lashes. baby, who was intoxicated off the feeling of you against him, bends back down to steal one last kiss, lingering for a moment longer than he intended but leans into it anyways.

“hmpf─what was that for?” you giggle out─looking positively ravishing─the strap of your tank top having fallen off the slope of your shoulder in the midst of your practice session.

his lips curl into a boyish grin, “jus’ cause i can.”

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[tbhkwarrior]

the blue roses made me think of ado (ㆀ˘･з･˘).. ALSO OBAMITSU PARENTS!!!! 🥹🥹

thorns and roses // tanjiro x reader

Author’s Note: Finally got around to completing @allurajarren​‘s request! I hope you like this! I am so sorry that it took so long! I’m really proud of this one considering it’s my first proper anime request haha. I hope ya’ll like this, guys.

Word count: 2393

Pairing: Kamado Tanjiro x Reader

Warnings: fluff, slight angst

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[tbhkwarrior]

AWWWEEEE MY LITTLE LOVER HEART

save me // tanjiro x reader

Author’s Note: This was requested by a sweet anon a while ago! I’m truly very sorry it took so long, and I really hope you like this! I kinda wrote a lot more than just a regular scenario haha, I mean, it’s Tanjiro and he’s babie I love him so much gahhh.

Word count: 3080 words

Pairing: Kamado Tanjiro x Reader

Warnings: SPOILERS FOR THE MANGA, fluff~ some mentions of blood and wounds, maybe? mainly fluff ya’ll

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[tbhkwarrior]

THIS IS SO CUTE AND WHOLESOME AND GENTLE OH,YGJODDDDDD

First Snow's Deal (Tanjiro Kamado x Fem!Reader)

part of the 12 days of Christmas Event! (Yes Christmas is long over I know)

Summary: Tanjiro helps his injured fiance build a snowman :)

WC: 1.4k (finally a reasonable length)

Warnings: Lil spicy with all the lovin' Tanjiro gives (obviously both are aged up they're engaged lol); unedited.

Tags: Fluff, lil hurt/comfort

The sky is a pale blue this morning. It is frail and gentle, the perfect fit for a chilly winter morning at the Butterfly Estate. Walking through the hallways, staring out the large arching windows at the mild blue sky and pure white first snow, Tanjiro is trying to find you, his lovely betrothed. You were still healing from a mission injury you got a few days earlier.

Instead of finding you, he finds three very distressed little girls running through the hallways.

“Girls, what’s wrong?” He asks, dropping to his knees to be eye level with them.

“Tanjiro-kun! Tanjiro-kun!” one cries.

“Yes? What’s wrong?” he asks.

“Y/N-san! She went outside into the snow! And, and we don’t know why!” another chimes in.

Tanjiro looks out the window again. Did you run away? “She’s in the front yard! Kneeling in the snow! And she won’t come inside!”

“We tried to call to her!” the third adds.

“I’ll go to her, so she won’t be alone. Thank you, little ones,” he gives them a reassuring smile before darting out the door.

When he steps outside, he finds you. He finds you exactly where he expects to- kneeling in the snow, your light kimono wrapped around you, doing nothing to shield you from the still frigid air from seeping into your skin.

“My love, what are you doing?” He kneels down next to you, placing a hand on your back.

“I’m building a snowman,” you respond, turning to look up at him. He glances at your hands, palms red from the biting cold, a small snowball in your grasp.

Instinctually, his hand moves from your back to wrap around your shoulder, tugging you closer to him, your shoulder and back pressed against him.

“You’re still healing though,” he whispers, pressing his lips against your ear. You shiver from the warmth.

He knows just how stubborn you are, and that his best bet of first move is to coax you back into the estate. If he could get you to go inside now, it'd be best. But it's to no avail when he feels you nuzzle against his chest, sighing. “I know, Tanjiro. But I have to do this.”

“Have to?” he asks gently, rubbing your arm. He hasn’t given up on trying to convince you to come in.

“Have to. My sister and I, when we were kids, we would… we’d always make snowmen together. On the first snow.” He feels you freeze up, your muscles tightening, and instantly Tanjiro moves from trying to coax you to trying to sooth you.

“I’m so sorry I asked, Y/N,” he says, pulling your entire body towards him, wrapping both his arms around you and pulling you against his chest. You delicately place the snowball next to him before placing your hands on his chest and burrowing your face against him. He places delicate kisses on your forehead, nuzzling you. “I’m sorry I tried to make you stop, I had no idea.” He throws his whole plan out the window.

“No, no, Tanjiro. I’m the one who never told you, there’s no way you would’ve, would’ve known otherwise. I promised to tell you everything when I promised you my heart.”

You pull away from his chest to look up at him. His eyes are warm like a hearth, and his smile ignites warmth in your chest that overrides the cold your skin feels.

“Don't worry about that now. Your hands are cold, my love,” he says, grabbing your hands, letting them rest in his larger, calloused ones.

“The snow has the tendency to do that,” you smile as you respond, and you take great pleasure in the way he giggles.

“May I help you? With the snowman?”

“I’d appreciate that very much.”

And so the both of you set out to build the snowman. Rolling the snow into 3 large balls took a while, but Tanjiro helps you shape them so they are nice and round. He takes his own Kimono off and wraps it around you, and you find its lined thick interior to be very warm. He insists he’s fine in just his uniform.

As you both finish off the orbs and finally stack them, you smile in contentment. “But now we need to give him eyes and a smile,” you note.

“Here you go!” “This should do!” You see the three little girls run out with some buttons and red string.

“Thank you, girls! But how did you know-” Tanjiro begins to ask.

“We saw you through the window, the snowman looks so pretty!” one of the little girls says.

“Would you like to help us put on the last decorations?” you ask, pulling Tanjiro’s kimono tighter around you for warmth.

Their faces light up, and Tanjiro watches as your eyes soften. His heart beats out his chest, watching your gentle expression. You looked so sweet and beautiful in this moment.

“Gently now,” you say as you lift up one of the girls, guiding her as she places the little button eyes in. You insist that you’re well enough to lift her, even though Tanjiro has his doubts.

Tanjiro goes next, lifting the next girl as she pushes in the yarn to make a big smile on the snowman. You both lift the last girl together as she places a butterfly clip she found inside on the top of the snowman.

The three girls cheer and give you both hugs, running inside after. You smile as you look at the snowman, a dazed look on your face and a melancholic smile on your lips. Tanjiro feels his heart swell just looking at you. He can’t help himself as he steps towards you, pulls you to him, and tilts your head, caressing your face in his hand. He leans down and presses his lips to yours, locking onto you and letting his other hand wrap around your back.

As he momentarily pulls away, he feels his heart flutter when he sees your doe eyes and lips red, slightly parted. “What, what was that for?” you ask.

“I wanted to kiss you earlier, but it wouldn’t have been proper with the little girls around,” he says, not letting go of his hold on you. “Watching the way your eyes softened, it was so, you looked so beautiful like that. More beautiful than usual.” He presses a bunch of kisses all over your forehead. “It was so moving, I don’t know what else to say.” He leans down, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Then don’t say anything, and just kiss me instead.” You pull his face down to you once more and tilt your head to the side, kissing him more deeply than you had before. When you pull away, you can’t help but laugh as you see his face flushing red. “Too much?”

“N-no! I liked it, I promise you that,” he says as he averts his eyes. “But, we’re still, outside.” He freezes for a second. “Oh, wait, we’re still outside! You must be freezing. And your leg still isn’t fully healed, is it?”

“It’s mostly better, I think,” you respond as you eye your leg peaking out from you kimono.

“I’ve enjoyed playing in the snow with you, but I can’t have you getting frostbite now,” he says. “Tanjiro, don’t worr-Y!” You yelp as he sweeps you off the ground and starts to carry you back into the estate building.

“I’ll warm you up and make sure you stay put, my love. You’ve had your fun,” he coaxes again. As you both walk in, the little girls cheer, “Thank you for bringing her in, Tanjiro-kun!”

“Think of a name for the snowman,” you yell to the girls over Tanjiro’s shoulder as he walks you back to your bed.

“We will!”

“You don’t have to coddle me, dear. I promise, I’m alright,” you say as he lays you onto the bed, sitting at your side at first.

“I know, but I want to,” he says as he leans down, placing another chaste kiss to your lips. He pulls back a bit, continuing, “caring for you is one of my favorite things to do, so even if you don’t need this, please, let me smother you with love, for me.“ He comes closer to you, his arm resting on your pillow, his eyes gently scanning your features.

“Alright, but only because you let me build the snowman,” you quip, reaching up and grabbing his face (which was already only inches away from yours), and pulling him down so your lips could connect once again.

“I love you.”

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A/N: My first official time writing for Demon Slayer?! Amazing! I love Tanjiro so much major comfort character for me.