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yourslashersfinalgirl · 2 years

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PLEASE STEP ON ME FOX BOY | Chapter 3

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After your far-fetched daydreams about proposing to Sabito, you watch as Tanjiro places his arms behind his lean body to prop himself up, "What do you want, jumping out like that all of a sudden!" Sweat dripped down Tanjiro's face as he yelled at Sabito.

Even when he’s yelling he still manages to make it look cute, what the fuck?

You quietly sat under a nearby tree's protective shade. "I should be the one asking that, what are you doing?” Sabito states plainly as Tanjiro gives him a perplexed look, "Doing? I'm training..."

"How long are you going to sit there like that? Prepare yourself." Sabito's manly voice silences Tanjiro as he picks himself off the floor.

Damn Tanjiro, Sabito just called you out.

"At least one of you is taking this seriously..."

Oh? Was he trying to call me out too?

As the two of them stand their ground in front of one another and the tension grows, your eyes wander around the area to see if Makomo was around.

Nope, don't see her… for now...

"Alright, bring it on."

Oh shit, it's happening.

"But..." Tanjiro hesitates to attack, noticing a difference between himself and his opponent, "You're holding a wooden sword and I'm holding a real one."

Oh Tanjiro, honey, no.

Sabito's posture relaxes as his laugh cuts through the tension in the air. The sweat on Tanjiro’s dumbfounded face now began to intensify. You slightly shift in your spot in anticipation of the upcoming fight. You already knew how it would end, Tanjiro being knocked unconscious, but that didn't stop you from silently cheering for him.

Don't worry Tanjiro, you can do it!.. Eventually!

"Haha, you flatter me! Thank you for this care you've shown me! But do you really think you're able to injure me?"

Sabito rushes towards Tanjiro in a flash, forcing your friend to parry the young masked male's attack. "You don't have to worry at all, I'm much stronger than you! After all, I was able to slice that boulder in half!" Sabito mocks Tanjiro, and in a way you too, as your now panicked friend struggled against your favorite masked male. "You really haven't learned anything, have you? You haven't turned anything you were shown into your own skill!" Sabito overpowers Tanjiro, throwing him to the ground with a hard “thud".

I'm starting to feel bad for him...

"Especially the breathing technique Urokodaki-sensei has taught. "Total concentration."

Realization flashes across Tanjiro's face,

Oh yeah, it's all coming together now.

"You've only memorized the moves like some mere trivial facts. Your body hasn't experienced it at all." They both continue their attacks, and as time passes by, you realize Tanjiro was resorting to defense more than offense. In his eyes, you could see the determination after he realized Sabito made several points. "I'll make your flesh and blood remember it well," Their movements seemed to become blurrier as Tanjiro fought to keep up, "All of it, all of it, ALL OF IT! I'll make you NEVER forget the secret techniques Urokodaki has taught you! I'll implant them in your bone marrow." Sabito yells as his attacks continue to overwhelm Tanjiro more and more.

Sabito's so cool! Ahhh, I'm so going to praise him after this is over! After I check up on Tanjiro.

"I am learning! I learn every day, I'm doing my best to learn with my life! But right now I don't know what to do at all... I can't move forward." Tanjiro's voice trails off, you note how disappointed he sounds in himself. "Keep moving forward if you wish to succeed if you really want to become stronger! You don't have any other choice except moving forward!" Blow after blow, Sabito continues to land hits onto Tanjiro, "Let me witness it, your power!" Tanjiro lets out a guttural yell before Sabito crouches down, landing a solid blow under Tanjiro's chin. The blow was so strong it ended up knocking your friend out cold, forcing his body to land harshly against the hard ground.

OW, OW, OW. THAT SOUNDED PAINFUL AS FUCK.

A new figure appears at your side and you jump, startled by the girl now next to you.

JESUS CHRIST YOU SCARED ME.

"I'll leave it to you then," Sabito speaks to the small girl as you stare wide-eyed at the both of them. "So, uh..." Both figures looked down at you, one with a gentle smile on her adorable face and the other seemed annoyed, although you couldn't tell because of the mask.

AHHHH! NOW'S LIKE ONE OF THE ONLY CHANCES I'LL HAVE TO SPEAK TO THEM ALONE SO,

"You were so cool just now!" Your voice was unintentionally loud, causing Makomo to giggle at your enthusiasm. Sabito says nothing as he walks into the mist, disappearing alongside it.

NOOO COME BACK! I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO PROPOSE!

"It's nice to meet you," Makomo's airy voice cuts through the silence and you give her a welcoming smile, "It's nice to meet you too Ma- my friend." You cut yourself off almost accidentally saying her name.

She does not need to know I know who she and Sabito are.

"You speak English?." Moving from your spot under the tree in favor of getting near Tanjiro, you reply, "Uh, yeah." Her head tilts to the side cutely, "Are you a foreigner?" You nod your head in reply and she smiles, "That's really interesting. Oh, but I haven't introduced myself yet... I'm Makomo, the other boy just now is Sabito..."

I can finally call them by their names now. That's good, I don't have to worry about acting like I don't know them, well, I still do, just not strangers.

"It's really nice to meet you Makomo! I'm [Y/N], and my knocked-out friend right here is Tanjiro." Introducing yourself and your partner in crime, you begin to play with his hair, running your hands through his hair.

Soft.

Like a magic touch, Tanjiro begins to stir and slowly comes to. Both you and Makomo lean over his body as he finally opens his eyes, "Are you alright?" Brushing the question off, Tanjiro sits up swiftly and gets close to Makomo's face, "Did you see that move just now? That was an awesome strike! No hesitating or unnecessary movements at all! Very clean! I want to be like that too. I can do it, right? That move just now..." Tanjiro trails off, taking in the fact that a new face has shown up. Makomo takes his silence as an opportunity to speak up, "Of course you can. I'll be there to witness it."

A faint blush spreads across Tanjiro's cheeks before questioning who Makomo was. She gives him the same introduction she had given you and you close your eyes.

Her voice is really nice to listen to.

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After her introduction, she spent the next few minutes giving the two of you tips, pointing out the places where you were lacking, and correcting anything you were doing wrong. Both you and Tanjiro listened attentively, making sure to not miss any information that left her mouth.

God, I'm dumb.

"Why are you helping us?" Tanjiro questions Makomo as she sits atop the boulder. She was currently working on a flower crown, weaving the stems together. Tanjiro's eyes never leave the girl and you shift uncomfortably as you both watch her work. "Where did you two come from?" Finishing the crown, she delicately places it on her head.

"We really love Urokodaki."

A small frown adorns Tanjiro's face, confused as to why the small girl wouldn't answer the question. "Are you and Sabito siblings?" Although you already knew the answer to all of Tanjiro's questions, you pretended to be interested.

Makomo smiles down at you both and shakes her head, "Sabito and I aren't related. Urokodaki took us in and raised us because we were orphans."

Bro, she's speaking in past tense...

She jumps down from the boulder and lands in front of you both, a mist beginning to fill the space around you, "There are other children too. They're all around, watching you both."

Ayo, that's kinda creepy.

Tanjiro's head tilts to the side, expressing his visible confusion. "What do you mean?"

Not elaborating, Makomo changes the topic back to training, "Total concentration breathing... Accelerates your blood flow and heartbeat. Your body's natural temperature also shoots up. You're still human, but you get strong like a demon. You expand your lungs... And bring lots of air into your blood. Your blood gets excited and your bones and muscles thrill. You get hot and strong!"

If I didn't know what that meant already, I'd be so confused right now.

You look beside you and see Tanjiro's puzzled expression,

Me too, Tanji.

"How do we do that?"

"You must train so hard that you could die. There isn't anything else you can do."

Oh boy...

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After Makomo's explanation, both you and Tanjiro continued pushing yourselves to the limits. Each day that passed, you both continuously swung your swords to the point it felt as if your arms would fall off. Even your lungs would scream at you to take a break as your heart would pound against your chest.

I feel like death. Please help meeeee!

Gasping for air, you let yourself ungracefully fall to the ground. The mist that had settled around the area caught your attention as Makomo appeared from behind the trees.

"H-hey Makomo..." Rolling over to your side, you face the girl who had a content smile on her face. "Hello [Y/N], it's a lovely day isn't it?"

You give a slight nod and finally manage to sit up, your breathing finally becoming manageable, "I started training with Tanjiro as soon as I woke up. I really need to get strong enough so Urokodaki-sensei can let me go to the final selection."

She nods her head at your words, "You should take a break, you've been working really hard lately..." Makomo suggests, seeing just how exhausted your figure looked.

You sigh, wanting desperately to sleep the rest of the day, "I can't, I have to keep training... Even through all of this, I'm as successful at slicing this boulder as Tanjiro is at beating Sabito... No offense to him though."

Makomo smiles, "Speaking of those two, we should go see how they're doing... Maybe you could also ask Sabito to spar with you."

Spar with Sabito? I could get stronger that way... And I get to interact with him more.

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea." Being pulled up by the hand Makomo offered you, you both made your way toward the area the boys were located. Tanjiro lay on the ground, sweat dripping down his face as his arm rested on his forehead.

"Hey guys, the cutest girls have arrived!" You exclaim, Makomo's hand in yours as you approach the boys. "[Y/N]! And Makomo too!"

The boys turn their attention towards you two, with Tanjiro's face expressing his joy at your arrival. "What are you two doing here? Shouldn't you be training?" Sabito's displeasure is vocalized in his tone of voice.

"Aw don't be like that Sabito! Is it so bad that I wanted to see you?" You grin mischievously at the masked boy. The girl beside you giggles and nods her head, "[Y/N] is interested in sparring with you."

"Although if I'm being honest, sparring isn't the only thing I'm interested in when it comes to you."

Damn, I'm really going all out with flirting with Sabito... Jokingly of course.

"Ah, [Y/N]..." Tanjiro's cheeks had an embarrassed blush spread across them, although he still gave you and Makomo a gentle smile.

Precious boy! I'm going to protect you with my life.

"Don't worry Tanjiro! There's no way I could ever forget my partner in crime! The one person who I can't go a day without seeing a smile on their face." You coo at the younger boy, his blush growing brighter.

"Enough with the playing around, you came here to spar, yes? So get ready!"

"Oh, right."

Oh shit, we're actually doing this?

Without a second wasted, Sabito launches himself towards you, his wooden sword already raised above his head, ready to knock you out if you were hit hard enough on the head. Attempting to counter the blow with your own sword, you struggle beneath his strength.

Am I allowed to kick him? I kinda don't wanna hurt him though...

Noticing your hesitance, Sabito takes the opportunity to make a quick jab at your ribs forcing you to clutch your chest in pain. "Ow! Dude, what the fuck?" Sabito scoffs, much to your annoyance, "Don't let your guard down idiot,"

Wow, what a gentleman! He didn't even hesitate to hurt me. Fine, if that's how it's gonna be, two can play that game.

"Well, you shouldn't either!" You attempt to kick his right leg out from under him, but he shifts his weight to his left. He uses his sword to hit the back of your neck, making you stumble forward and faceplant into the ground. "Bruh."

Fastest defeat in the history of mankind... I would not last a second against Kibutsuji.

"[Y/N]! Are you alright?" Giving Tanjiro a thumbs-up in reassurance, you look back up at the peach-haired boy above you, "Never mind then, you're the best... Gosh, you really are amazing, Sabito!" Said boy offers you a hand and you eagerly take it.

"Look at us, already holding hands. Our relationship has reached a new level, next up is our wedding! And yes, that was a proposal."

Let's gooo, proposing to the homies! Who cares if he didn't understand!

As soon as you're on your feet, he quickly releases his hold on your hand and walks away. "Wha- Hey, where are you going?"

"Away from you, you're giving me a headache..."

Wow, I am offended!

"Don't say that! You know you love me!" He stops in his steps and looks back at you, although you can't see his expression, you assume he's giving you a look of annoyance or disappointment, maybe even both as he shakes his head.

What you didn’t know was that instead of annoyance, was a smile beneath his mask.

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spyoikawa · 1 year

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so yk how for final selection students use their mentors nichirin sword since they don’t have their own yet?

do you think urokodaki knows haganezuka so well because he keeps making him new swords after all his students die to that neck demon?

#demon slayer #sabito #urokodaki sakonji #javanese #haikyuu x reader #kimetsu no yaiba makomo #kny #kimetsu anime

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muzansfangs · 5 months

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Guilty pleasure.

Starring: Muzan Kibutsuji x f!reader; Kokushibo x f!reader; Nakime, Douma, Yuichiro Tokito, Sabito, Makomo and Kotoha; mention to Inosuke and Kagaya;

Warnings: murder, death, use of guns, shotguns, blood, gore, mental and physical torture, explosions, knives, stabbing, abuse, angst, psychopathic tendencies, harassment, criminal plots, cheating, use of alcohol;

Plot: Muzan has finally found a way to take down part of the Ubuyashiky Empire. While you do not even know where he is, attending a dinner, supposed to be a date with Muzan, with his First in Command, you get drunk and a small accident takes place in the parking lot. What you do not know is that your soon to be husband is busy blowing up a building, while with the help of his loyal guards, he lets blood run down the streets.

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THIS PLACE IS ABOUT TO BLOW.

The night had barely veiled the sky, when Muzan hopped down from the car. After years of searching for that place, he had finally found it. The road was silent, exceptionally silent, and everything was set. For weeks he had tried to fetch Kagaya a blow. After the little stunt he had pulled with his daughter, with you, Muzan craved more. His arms factory, the industry located in a secret location that nobody could ever find, was now under his nose.

The new recruit, Kaigaku, had done a pretty decent job in stalking his cousin all the way here. Such a pity that a fine building was about to turn into ashes in a few minutes. Bombs had been activated in every angle of the company and all it would have taken to make them explode was a simple remote he was currently holding into his hand. A small black device with a red button in the middle.

"I believe there's still someone inside" Nakime pointed out, scrutinizing the area with a pair of binoculars and spotting two cars in the parking lot.

Muzan did not even bother glancing at them, he closed his eyes for a second and a small grin crossed his lips. There was such a difference between the person he was now and the one he was around you. He did not want to fail to attend your dinner, he went mad when he was not around you. Yet, he could not turn into somebody else only because now you were part of his life. If you love someone, you learn to love their edges too, right?

Also, everything he was doing now was for you.

"Awesome. This only means there will be some collateral damages" Muzan replied, before shoving his hand into his breast pocket and pulling a phone out to check the time. It would have been foolish bringinghis main device in the area. The police would have reasonably been able to track him down and, frankly, the last thing he needed was to be arraigned on a charge of murder.

Studying the area before attacking had granted him the chance to find a blind spot where the videocameras could not catch even small glimpses of them. Yet, since there seemed to still be people into the building, and he was smart enough to figure that some of them were Slayers, they had to be ready to fight. Bringing with him his most cold-blooded assassins would have surely helped me to get the job done in a matter of seconds.

"Be nimble. Don't toy with your victims. — Muzan said, his plum red eyes darting on the silver-haired man at his left — I'm talking to you, idiot" he remarked, earning a grin from Douma.

His presence alone was enough to irk Muzan. He would have gladly asked Kokushibo to take care of this but, since he could not trust Douma around you, he had no other choice than switch the roles of his bodyguards.

"Can I, at least, kidnap a lady? You know, like a souvenir to remember this glorious night" Douma chimed, causing Nakime to grimace in disgust and Muzan to load up the gun he kept on his belt.

As the raven-haired politician turned to face Douma and pointed the gun at him, the bodyguard knew it was time to shut up. It was not the first time Muzan killed someone. Five bodyguards had been murdered in the last two years, all murdered by the said man.

"Do not give me an excuse to blow your brains out – Muzan deadpanned, locking eyes with Douma before turning to glance briefly at Nakime – Get in position now, both of you" he added shortly.

In a few seconds, the lights into the building they were watching turned down. Kaigaku had finally caused the blackout in the area. A few seconds passed by, before a couple of Slayers ran out of the building and checked the area around the parking lot. Their blades glimmered under the moonlight as their eyes searched for possible threats. They seemed young, probably barely around their early twenties. It was clear that they were no match for the two Moons ready to strike them down. They waited in the darkenss, until the taller one noticed the shiny car parked on the side of the road.

"Fox, that car doesn't belong to any of us" he pointed out, his turquoise eyes widening even so slightly in the futile attempt to catch some details that coukd have helped him to figure out what was going on. However, they were too far for that and they ventured down the desert street to approach the vehicle.

The other Slayer, the one wearing a white Fox mask with a peculiar scar on it, walked beside his dark-haired colleague. His grip on the hilt of his katana was tight, his knuckles had turned white as they carefully devoured the distance between them and the car. He seemed more tense than the other, as if he was expecting to be attacked at any given chance. Yet, it was not enough to save them.

It happened before they could even realize it. As the taller one got close enough to peek into the opened window of the parked vehicle, a knife was thrown at his back and impaled his right shoulderblade. A wince of pain left his lips as he turned around hastily and slashed at the brunette woman standing a few strides away from him.

"Yuichiro!" the masked slayer yelled out, the blood spilling out from his colleague's wound splattered over his white mask.

Nakime dodged the attack and drew another knife from the suspender on her thigh "Good evening, fellas" she cooed, her red-painted lips curling up in a smile as Douma joined her and unfolded his tessens. He pouted, cocking his head to the side as he let hsi multicolored orbs analyze his opponents outfits.

"Distasteful choice of colors for your suits... The mask is cute, though, but I would love to look my enemy straight in the eye, as I tear him apart. I hope you don't mind it, dear" the Second in Command cheerfully said, before quickly slashing at the mask covering the shorter slayer's visage.

The sound of the two pieces of wood clattering on the dirty ground made the peach-haired guy flinch and his lavander eyes glint in anger. That blow, so fast and precise, could have killed him right on the spot. How was he not able to dodge it? There was no doubt that the two strangers in fornt of them were skilled fighters. They were Moons. They clearly had no chances against them and his mind only screamed for one thing: the urge to protect Makomo and the secretary, Kotoha. They needed to run as far away as possible and to call for someone to help them out.

If they somehow managed to survive.

"Go to call Makomo and Kotoha. Tell them to go, tell Makomo I love her" Fox said through gritted teeth, not even galncing at Yuichiro for a second.

"Sabito, no! If you think I'm going to leave you alone, you're clearly out of your mind" Yuichiro spat, before he coughed up some blood on his hand.

At that sight, Douma smiled brightly and nudged Nakime's ribs with his elbow "Woah, you compromised his lungs! Good job!" he beamed, as the brunette simply twirled the knife between her fingers and threw it at the already wounded slayer, hoping to get it through his heart.

As she aimed for the organ, Sabito's eyes switched on her as he was quick to knock it out of Yuichiro's way with an horizontal slash of his katana.

Nakime sighed "You know, I was doing your friend a favor by stabbing him through his heart. I was saving him all of this sufferings... Nevermind, though" she whispered, as she got ready to throw another knife.

However, a sudden shotgun and the sight of Yuichiro's dead body slumping onto the ground were enough to make her flinch. The bullet had went clean through the slayer's head, killing him right on the spot. While Nakime knew exactly who had fired the gun, Sabito's eyes widened in horror as he knelt down next to his comrade as if shaking his shoulder could bring him back to life. It was pointless. Yuichiro Tokito was dead. A tickle of blood was running down the curve of his nose, contrasting with his pale skin and the glassy eyes now staring into the void. It was over, it was all over.

"Incompetent Moons are a pain in the ass. Worthless, you are worthlesss" Muzan Kibutsuji flatly said, his deep voice piercing their ears before he came to their vision.

Soft whimpers and shaky breaths filled the air, as two women walked slowly in front of him. One of them was younger, her tiny hand hold a broken blade in her hand as her blue eyes serached for Sabito's ones. Her left eyebrow was cut, as if someone had smacked her and, as Muzan kicked her on her back, making her fall face down on the cobblestone, it was pretty clear who had done it. The other one was around her thirties, emerald eyes contrasting with long and dark hair loosened down her small shoulders. She was terrified, tears streaming down her cheeks as she watched the scene before her eyes.

"Muzan Kibutsuji" Sabito hissed, trying to craddle Makomo in his arms, as the tiny girl sobbed in fear and gripped the fabric of her boyfriend's shirt in her little fists.

Muzan gripped the older woman's hair and made her wince in agony, before he shoved her against Douma's chest, as a sign for him to hold her still. The silver-haired man sneered and gladly wrapped his hands around her wrists, holding them tightly behind her back. His breath fanned her earlobe, making the woman shiver in fear.

"What's your name, honey?" Douma whispered, propping his chin over her shoulder.

"Kotoha. Hashibira Kotoha" she merely murmured, squeezing her eyes shut in fear as Muzan loaded his gun again and walked up towards the young couple of slayers, sitting at his feet.

It was their end. No one was going to save them.

"That's right. It's my name. — Muzan replied, pointing his gun at Sabito's head — I've tried to ask them about it, but all they were capable of telling me were pleas for mercy. How pathetic... Tell me, is there someone else in the building?" he coldly asked him, his finger ready to pull the trigger as soon as the slayer had given him the answer he needed.

Sabito held Makomo tightly, tears welling up in his eyes, as he refused to waste his last breath to talk to him. Instead, he pressed his lips against Makomo's temple and closed his eyes.

"I love you. Close your eyes" he whispered softly.

Two shotguns filled the air, some bids flying away from the brench of a nearby tree as Kotoha almost fell on her knees. She knew she would have been the next, her heart was thrumming in her chest in anticipation as thanked the God for what had happened that morning.

If Inosuke had not changed his shift with Yuichiro, the young boy laying on her ground would have been her son.

"Nakime. You know what to do. A 'K' on her left cheek, now. Hurry up" Muzan ordered his Fourth in Command as Douma gripped Kotoha's jaw to hold her head firmly.

Terror filled her eyes as she tried to wriggle in Douma's grip, only to earn an amused chuckle from the sadistic Moon behind her "Come on, hold on tight, it's like a tattoo" he crooned, as Nakime pierced her cheek with the cold blade of her knife.

Screams of pain shattered the silent night as the Fourth in Command neatly cut on her flawless skin, dark blood oozing down from the lines forming the shape of a 'K'. The mark of Muzan, his message for Ubuyashiki.

"Please, stop! It hurts! I can't!" Kotoha screetched, as Nakime finally stepped back and Muzan flicked his gaze up to admire her work of art.

There was no sympathy in his eyes as he reached his hand up to tuck a strand of Katoha's hair behind her ear, apathy in his visage as he grasped her hand delicately and pulled her closer to him. He did not care about the pain he was putting her through. She was a tool for him to send a message to his enemy.

"Your role is important, my dear. You will deliver my message to Kagaya Ubuyashiki" Muzan said, holding her gaze as she sobbed uncontrollably.

His words confused her. Was he going to spare her? The dim ounce of hope seemed to twinkly in her eyes as she wiped some blood and tears from her face with the sleeve of her shirt.

"What do you mean? Do I have to call him? Do you want me to be a messanger?" she naively asked him, her shoulder shaking as she tried to collect her breath.

This made him smile faintly. His hand reached for something behind his back, as he made sure her gaze was transfixed on him. Kotoha Hashibira was indeed a sweet woman.

His free hand held up her chin as he spoke out again "Yeah, exactly. You are going to be my messanger, Kotoha. But, you see, I got nothing to tell him. Therefore, my message has be graphic. That is why I do believe in killing the messanger" Muzan reasoned, grasping the handle of the switchblade he had hidden in his back.

Her eyes went round as she shook her head "No! No, please! Why?" she screamed, but the blade through her heart made her choke on her words.

Blood dripped out of her mouth as Muzan stared deeply into her eyes and helped her to lay down onto the ground.

"Because it sends a message" he whispered in her ear, as she twitched a few last times, before life abandoned her body.

Silence swallowed them again, as Muzan grasped the controller and his bodyguards got back into the car. He stared at the building one last time, before hopping into the passenger seat. As Douma began to drive away, Muzan rested his thumb onto the red button and, with a click, the industry exploded. The sound of the explosion felt like music to his ears and he watched the smoke and flames envelope it through the rear view mirror.

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"He stood me up. He fucking stood me up" you slurred, eyes wide open as you stared up at Kokushibo in pure shock. You could not believe Muzan had cancelled your dinner through a stupid message.

Now, all dolled up and drunk, you were talking to his First in Command about how pathetic and stupid you felt for not having got back at him for that.

"As if buying me some Valentino dress and these stupid shoes... Argh, I have even forgotten the name of their brand" you ranted, dipping your head between your arms as you closed your eyes in irritation. You had drunk too much, that was evident, and now an exhaspered Kokushibo was forced to raise from him chair and help you to stand up.

"I think it's time to go home. – he lowly said, clearing his throat to catch your attention — And the brand of your shoes is Louboutin" he added, making you quirk up your eyebrows and smile up at him.

"Aw, that's so cute, you remembered the brand for me! Yeah, let's go home! Let's go! I wanna set his stupid collections of ancient tapestries on fire!" she chimed, giggling as the stoic man's ears turned pink for the embarrassment.

The restaurant was empty at that hour. You were the last two guests left in here, since you had kept on ordering bottle after bottle to drown your anger and sadness into expensive wine. Actually, all that you felt now was a suffocating dissatisfaction. You could barely stand on your heels and you clung to Kokushibo's arm as a koala.

As you almost toppled down a table, the man exhaled through his nostrils and hauled you over his shoulder making you squeak out in surprise.

"Coconut! Coconut, let me down! I can perfectly walk!" you protested, blushing as the waiters stared at you two with uncomfortable expressions plastered over their faces. They had recognized you, obviously, but Kokushibo had paid them enough to keep their mouths shut about this little stunt you had pulled.

"Stop calling me that" Kokushibo said, walking through the exit and up to his car. Just a little longer, he had to try not to strangle you for a little longer.

However, you were far from being done. Annoying Kokushibo was an art you had crafted since the first day you two crossed paths. It was in your veins, you were born for it.

"Oh, I understand! You were just looking for an excuse to stare at my ass, were you not?!" you taunted him, bursting out laughing for your own stupid joke.

"I suggest you to shut up" he warned you in a stern tone.

"I suggest you to take that broom out of your ass".

It was enough. He wanted to choke the life out of you, yet you were absolutely cute at times. Now, now as you were pestering him, you were hilarious too and he could not take it anymore. You were ready to say something else, he felt the muscles of your abdomen flex over his shoulder as you took a deep breath. This time, though, you were going to swallow your shallow speeches.

You did not process it, all you knew was that you found yourself settled onto the hood of his car and his maroon eyes bored into yours for a split second. What followed was his hand grasping your jaw and his mouth capturing yours in a passionate kiss that made your toes curl into your shoes.

It lasted a few seconds, your hands settled on each side of you for balance as his tongue explored your mouth. You were drunk, really, but sober enough to feel how passionate he was.

"Will you shut up for the rest of ride?" he breathed out, as the kiss broke.

Of course you were going to shut up.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! I have finally uploaded this chapter on Tumblr too. One more part and I will be finally get the perfect balance again. This chapter was rather dark and I am well-aware of it, but the story is supposed to be like that. It’s finally time to show some action, after all. Hopefully, I will bless you with some fluff in a while… Or so I believe!

As per usual, likes, comments and re-posts are greatly appreaciated!

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fairy-writes · 10 months

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JUST KIND

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Fandom(s): Demon Slayer

Pairing(s): Kamado Tanjiro x Reader

Word Count: 5.1K (Y’ALL BETTER LIKE IT)

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Immortal!Tanjiro, Gender-Neutral!Reader, Reader has a kid (adopted), Reader is described as smaller than Tanjiro, and takes place in the modern day!

Notes: As with many of my oneshots… catch my doctor who quotes!

Tanjiro is also aged up (I mean, he’s immortal, but asjkhaka, you get what I mean)

The pacing for this is whack, but we’re ignoring that.

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You first met Kamado Tanjiro on a Friday.

It had been an accident, really. You weren’t looking where you were going, engrossed in Giichi’s antics to pay attention to what you were doing.

The person you ran into was firm, your nose smacking straight into their sternum. You go crashing onto your bum, and your bags of groceries go tumbling.

“Are you okay?! Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” Came a voice, and you looked up to see a man, around your age, with a scar on his forehead and a kind face twisted with worry.

His eyes were dark red, so very sad, and oh so old.

How can such a kind, young face have eyes so sad and old as his?

You notice he’s still staring in a panic, and his hand extended to help you up. You take his hand, noting how rough and calloused it is.

“I—it’s okay! It was my fault, really. I wasn’t looking where I was going.” You reassure as he pulls you up easily.

Abruptly, you realize you’re staring at his face and immediately look down at your shoes.

Was it just you, or did he linger before letting go?

You kneel to pick up the fallen groceries. The eggs are goners, same with the milk, but you can salvage the cans and fruits and vegetables.

Surprisingly, the man kneels to help.

“Oh… you don’t have to do that… I can get it!” You try, and he offers you a warm, sad sort of smile. (Why is he so sad?)

“It’s not a problem at all.” He says quietly. You return with your own smile that you hope is happier and hurry to pick up your fallen items.

In no time at all, the groceries are picked up and in your arms. Luckily, the bags hadn’t split that much, so you could salvage them.

All of a sudden, you hear your name.

Turning, you see Giichi running toward you through the parking lot, an excited look on his face.

Not at all seeing the car rumbling straight through a stop sign and straight for him.

You scream his name but know in your heart you won’t be able to reach him in time.

There’s a gust of wind beside you, whipping your clothes about your body, and suddenly Giichi is in the arms of the man and rolling away from the car. The vehicle screeched to a stop a second too late and would have hit your son if it hadn’t been for the young man.

You set your groceries down as whispers begin to erupt from the gathering crowd. You stumble but get to your feet and sprint toward the duo. The man is getting to his feet—Giichi still wrapped protectively in his arms—just as you reach them. Immediately he’s handing the boy to you, and you’re wrapping him up in your arms, tears welling up and streaming down your cheeks.

You almost lost him.

It was your fault.

You should have been watching him better.

Giichi, thankfully, has barely any idea what’s going on. He’s babbling on excitedly about meeting with Sabito and Makomo next week for Sabito’s eighth birthday party, not at all phased by the fact that he almost died.

The man hands Giichi off to you, and you bury your face in his raven hair and bury a sob threatening to erupt from your throat. You pull back and check Giichi for any injuries. He’s looking at you now with a frown. He calls your name quietly,

“What’s wrong?” He asks in that tiny voice of his. You just give him a watery smile.

“Nothing, sweetheart.” You reply and set him down slowly, still gripping his hand while you turn to the man who saved him.

He’s watching with a fond, wistful smile as if he missed something similar. (Did he have a family? Someone to go home to? Was he married?)

You bow, and Giichi follows suit though he doesn’t understand why,

“Thank you for saving him.” You say earnestly and feel his hand on your shoulders, gently guiding you to a standing position. He offers that bright smile that has your heart twisting.

“It’s not a problem at all. I’m Kamado Tanjiro.” He reiterates and introduces himself, holding a hand out for you to shake. You take it, introducing yourself with a grateful smile of your own.

Then, Kamado kneels and grins at Giichi,

“And what’s your name, young man?” He asks playfully. Giichi’s face splits in a grin of his own, and he jabs a thumb at his chest,

“‘m Tomioka Giichi! I’m seven! My favorite color is blue, and I like swimming!” He says proudly, and Kamado swallows thickly, the light dying from his eyes, and he looks so utterly heartbroken.

It flashes on his face for barely a second, but you still notice it.

Why was he so sad when looking at your son?

Giichi is rambling, as he always does when he meets new people. He’s always been such an outspoken kid. It was something you adored about your son.

Kamado ends up carrying your groceries (much to your protest) to your car and sees you off. As he shuts the trunk of your little car, bags safely stored inside, you turn to say goodbye. He’s watching Giichi in his booster seat, that same heartbroken look on his face.

He looks so lonely and sad that you can’t stand it.

So before you can think, you take a leap of faith.

“Could I take you out for coffee sometime? To say thank you?” You blurt and immediately curse yourself. Being so forward was a surefire way to scare him off.

But…

His face lights up, and there are smile lines around his eyes when the corners of his lips curve upwards. “I’d like that.” He says quietly, and you can tell he means it.

So you exchange information, scribbling your number down on the back of your receipt and handing it to the taller man. His fingers brush yours, and you are again wondering… did his hand linger before pulling away?

Almost a week later, on Thursday afternoon, you finally meet Kamado for coffee.

The coffee shop was quiet, peaceful even. There were a few couples, maybe even a family or two, but your attention is on Kamado. He’s nursing a coffee with some cream and three sugars, and you are stirring your own after doctoring it to your liking.

“So…” You begin, and he looks over at you from where he had been staring out the window, “What do you do for a living?” You finish, and he huffs out a quiet laugh,

“Security at various buildings.” He says, taking a sip from his cup before gesturing to you, “What about you?”

You scuff your foot on the tile, staring into the dark liquid,

“I work at a bookstore. Mostly bookkeeper work, accounting, and things like that. But the hours work well for Giichi’s school schedule.” You say, and he hums, taking in the information.

“How is he, by the way? He’s what… six?” Kamado asks, and you smile at the thought of your boy. He was at Sabito’s eighth birthday with Sabito and Makomo.

“He’s good! And let’s see… it’s July? So he’s seven. He’ll be eight in February of next year. He’s at a birthday party with his friends.” You say and can’t help but chuckle.

“Giichi’s been asking about you.” You say suddenly, and Kamado looks up from his coffee with an eyebrow raised.

“How so?” He asks, and you shrug,

“I explained what happened. You saving him and all. He sees you as something of a hero.” At this, Kamado’s face twists into that sad expression, just for a second, but you still notice it.

But you don’t say anything.

Because what could you say?

“Tomioka seems like a good kid.” He says, and you grin,

“He is. He wants to see you again, y’know.” You reply, and Kamado’s face turns wistful, watching his coffee swirl in his cup as he stirs it.

“I think I’d like that.” He whispers, and your grin widens, if only slightly.

It only takes a few more texts before the next plan is made, and you meet Kamado at the park.

It’s a Saturday, so the park is full of families and children playing on the playground. The air is alight with the sounds of laughing kids and alive with everyone else's chatter.

You spot him on a bench, watching with that same sad expression he always had when he thought no one noticed.

His expression brightened when he heard his name being called. Giichi lets go of your hand and runs toward the man, who gets up and waves. The seven-year-old crashes into him, but he barely moves. He’s as solid as a stone wall.

“How are you, young man?” He asks, and Giichi giggles at Kamado ruffling his hair.

“I’m good! I got to go to a birthday party last week with my friends!” He says excitedly, and you sigh as you set down the picnic basket in your hand. Kamado offers you a friendly greeting which you return.

“Let’s not talk Kamado’s ear off, Giichi.” You say, and Kamado laughs. It’s a full and rich sound, one that has your heart stuttering.

“I don’t mind.” He replies, and you raise your eyebrows in disbelief. Most adults and kids alike didn’t want to hear Giichi’s babbling. He had come home from school more than once in tears because of kids calling him a blabbermouth.

It doesn’t take much for you to convince Giichi to go play while you set up the food.

You had brought supplies for a picnic, it seemed like a safe option, and you only hoped that you weren’t pushing too much or seeming too forward. Kamado’s eyes lit up when you began pulling food out from the basket, having since set up the blanket.

“This looks amazing.” He said, turning that blinding smile toward you, and you duck your head in embarrassment.

He didn’t have to be so kind.

You weren’t a brilliant cook or anything. You told him as such, but he waved a hand,

“I’m sure it’ll taste great.” He reassured you firmly, but you two are interrupted by Giichi plopping himself on the blanket and grabbing a rice ball with sweaty hands. You raise an eyebrow,

“What do we say?” You chastise, and he freezes, half of it already in his mouth.

“Fanks fo gu foof.” He garbles through his mouthful, and you laugh, shaking your head,

“Good enough.” Is all you say.

You hear a surprised noise and turn to see Kamado, his eyes locked on one of the dishes. You frown,

“The tempura? Do you not like it?” You ask worriedly, and he shakes his head vehemently,

“No! I actually like tempura taranome. My mom used to make it all the time.” He says, and you sigh in relief. At least he wasn’t disgusted.

“How is your mom?” You ask, and his eyes turn so unimaginably sad.

You had hit a sensitive subject. You just knew it.

“She was killed. A long time ago.” He says in that quiet voice that sounds oh so small. You immediately panic,

“I’m so sorry—” He shakes his head,

“Don’t be. You didn’t know.” He says, though, he doesn’t meet your eyes.

You feel horrible.

So you take another leap of faith and place a hand over his. He looks at you, surprised and close to tears at the same time.

What had happened to this poor man to make him so sad?

You offer what you hope is a comforting smile.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that. If you ever need to talk about it, I’m here.” You say, and his eyes widen marginally before he nods wordlessly and wipes any unshed tears from his eyes.

“Sorry. Our second outing, and I’m already crying.” He says, and you laugh,

“I cried when we first met. You’re perfectly fine.” At this, he huffs out his own laugh,

“Your son almost got hit by a car. You had a perfectly valid reason to cry.” He tries, and your grip on his hand tightens. It doesn’t take long for him to turn his hand over and grip yours in return.

“Your reason is valid as well.” Your reply has his smile turning watery again,

“I—”

Suddenly you hear your and Kamado’s names being called, and you both turn from where you were sitting and see Giichi waving from the swing set.

“Push me! Please?!” He pleads, and you look at Kamado, who watches the boy for a moment more before getting up and holding a hand to help you up.

“Let’s not keep him waiting.” He says, looking for all the world as if a weight had been removed from his shoulders.

A single text from Kamado out of the blue turns into two. Turns into six. Turns into an everyday occurrence.

Part of you wonders where this is going to go. The other part of you says don’t worry about it. So you don’t.

You respond, keeping it casual, never crossing a line, never pushing too much.

But things change

A few glasses of wine during the weekend lead to a sorry attempt at flirting, and you wake up in the morning to your phone buzzing. Vague panic sets in as you see Kamado’s name plastered across your screen.

But you pick up.

“Uh… hello?” You say warily and hear a quiet titter of laughter, sending your heart into a tizzy. You like it when he laughs, maybe more than you should.

“Hangover?” Kamado asks, and you groan, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“You have no idea.” You say into the receiver and hear him hum. It sounds like he’s reading something. You can hear the flipping of paper as he supposedly scans the pages.

Fuzzy memories start to come back, and you feel a sense of dread fill your belly.

“Listen… about last night—” He cuts you off gently,

“You were drunk.” He says, and you roll off the couch and into a sitting position. You’re glad Giichi isn’t home. You had promised him a sleepover with Sabito for acing his latest spelling test. You were due to pick him up in a few hours.

You rub your face,

“But—well—I don’t know. I just want to apologize. It was rude and improper.” You mumble, and he’s quiet. Then he mumbles something that you don’t quite catch. You as him to say it again, and he fumbles with his words before steeling his voice and repeating himself.

“What if I liked it?” He says boldly.

Your brain stalls.

Caput.

Poof.

“What if you… what?” You stammer dumbly. He backtracks immediately,

“Sorry… Just—forget I said anything—”

“No, no! I just didn’t expect you to say that is all.” You say hurriedly, and he stops in his tracks.

The rest of the conversation is a joke, with you both stumbling over words, and there are even crummy attempts at flirting.

But…

You don’t mind it.

However, it ends all too quickly for your taste.

Your relationship with Kamado changes over time.

And it scares you.

It shouldn’t be. He’s kind and the epitome of the perfect gentleman.

So why were you nervous?

The two of you never really put a label on what you were to each other. But it was clear you were way past being friends.

Yet he hadn’t kissed you. Or hugged you, for that matter.

But he picked you up every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday after your shifts at the bookstore. He took you out on a date every Saturday when he got off his shift for the day. Sundays were reserved for him coming over to your place and spending the day with you and Giichi.

It felt like nothing you could do in return would make up for it.

He always assured you that you didn’t have to do anything in return, but that didn’t mean you didn’t try. You left post-it notes in his wallet. (which gets left behind at your place more and more, and you were positive it isn’t an accident.) You invited him over for dinner. You even gave him flowers at one point, and he almost cried.

Things really change one night after Giichi is in bed.

You’re both on the couch, wine glasses in hand as you talk in quiet voices so as to not wake your son. You finally have the courage to ask the question that had been gnawing at your brain since you first met him.

“How can a man so young have eyes so old?” You mumble, your words slightly slurred as an effect of the alcohol. Your friends always said you were a bit of a lightweight.

But you still don’t miss the look in his eyes as he listens. He sets down his wine glass—which has barely been touched, mind you—and stares sadly at the picture of you and Giichi the day his adoption was finalized.

“It’s complicated.” He says simply, and you frown almost childishly.

“Complicated how?” You ask and notice, even in your mildly drunken stupor, that he avoids your gaze. He fidgets with the rolled-up sleeves of his button-down and keeps his eyes trained on the floor.

“It’s a talk that should be saved for when you’re sober.” He says firmly, and that’s the end of that.

You down the rest of your wine—which isn’t much—and set the empty glass down. Kamado looks at you.

“You aren’t going to have more?” He asks, and you shake your head, leaning to put your head on his shoulder. He stiffens but doesn’t pull away.

“You said it’s a talk that should be saved for when I’m sober. I had better start now.” You say and hide a yawn. “Y’know Kamado… I’m happy you’re here.” You finish, and as you fall into unconsciousness, you hear something.

“You can call me by my first name.” He whispers, sounding ancient and devastated.

Why?

You fight to open your eyes, a sleepy smile crossing your lips.

“I’m happy you’re here, Tanjiro.” You murmur before slipping away to sleep and feel his arm wrap around your shoulders, and his head leans onto yours.

When you wake up, it’s to Giichi poking your cheek with a mischievous grin on his face.

“You’re awake! Tanjiro made breakfast!” He cheers, and you sit up, a hand to your head and hiding a groan. Surprisingly, your headache isn’t as bad as you thought it would be. You turn and see two empty glasses and a bottle of multivitamins on the nightstand next to you.

Wait…

You were in bed?

Hadn’t you passed out on the couch?

You swing your legs over the side of the bed and take Giichi’s hand. He’s excited, babbling on about how Tanjiro let him help, and it was now his job to get you out of bed so you could eat.

Whatever Tanjiro was cooking smelled delicious.

He had found your apron, which is several sizes too small, but he makes it work. You lean on your kitchen doorframe, watching Tanjiro move about your kitchen with practiced ease, effortlessly letting Giichi in to help. When he notices you in the doorway, he smiles.

(He looks handsome when he smiles.)

“How are you feeling?” He asks, and you feel your lips tugging upward in your own smile.

“Much better than if it were me by myself. Thank you, Tanjiro.” You say, and he gestures toward your table. You notice his ears are flushed pink.

“Have a seat. I’m almost done.” He says, voice thick with emotion, and you obey without a word, guiding Giichi toward the table. He climbs into his booster seat. Tanjiro comes in with three plates of food balanced on his arm and sets them down.

Breakfast is… oddly traditional, to say the least.

It’s well-balanced but has some food prepared in a way you haven’t seen since your history classes in university. From the Taisho era, if you remember right.

But it tastes good, and Giichi has no complaints, so that’s all you can ask for.

You insist on helping Tanjiro with the dishes. He tries to usher you out of the kitchen, claiming he can clean up his own mess, but you’re having none of it. So there you stood, scrubbing dishes with hot water and handing them to Tanjiro to dry. The silence is filled with your instructions on where things go.

Eventually…

“Why did you get so emotional when I said your name?” You ask quietly, and he pauses where he’s drying a plate.

“It’s just… no one’s called me that in a very long time.” He replies, just as quiet and sounding too much like a young boy scared to be hurt.

“Was it because you were scared?” He stiffens but nods mutely.

“I’ve lost everyone in my life. I don’t want to lose anyone else.” He says, and you stare down at the sudsy water.

What made you different?

Why were you so special?

You ask him as much, and he shrugs,

“I want to get to know you. I haven’t been able to do that in ye—quite a long time.” He says, and you want to ask him about his blunder.

Was he going to say years?

How long had he been alone? Never getting close to anyone? Never properly letting go of his grief?

Because you knew he was grieving. Knew he was mourning something. You just didn’t know what.

You were almost scared to ask.

Tanjiro brings you to meet a friend of his one day when you both don’t work, and Giichi is at school.

The house isn’t large or small, but the lawn is decorated with beautiful flowers that take your breath away. Tanjiro keeps hold of your hand as he knocks on the door with his other one.

He was holding your hand.

It had become a constant thing in your relationship.

It had begun with you holding hands with Giichi and boldly reaching out to take Tanjiro’s in your free one. You fully expected him to pull away, but instead… he intertwined your fingers and held you close.

It was… nice.

The door creaks open and reveals a young girl with black hair, large violet eyes, and dressed in a silken kimono. She watches you warily but visibly opens up when she spots Tanjiro.

“Are you here to see Great-Grandpa?” She asks in a meek voice, and Tanjiro nods.

“Is he well enough to see us?” He replies, and the girl nods, opening the door wider so you both can enter. The two of you change into slippers and follow her down the hall and to the fourth door on the right.

You recognize the person in bed immediately.

Ubuyashiki Kiriya.

The oldest person in Japan and one of the oldest in the world.

Tanjiro was friends with him?

He was mostly bald and looked at you with the same kind but old eyes that Tanjiro had. Except he was warm. Happy. Content. He didn’t have that tragic look that Tanjiro had.

Ubuyashiki looked over from where he had been watching the birds, and a gentle smile crossed his face.

“Ah… Tanjiro… What a pleasant surprise. It’s been quite a while, hasn’t it? And this is…?” He asked, voice creaky like the ancient wisteria tree with the bird feeder.

You bow and introduce yourself politely before righting your posture as Ubuyashiki beckons you forward. He extends a hand for you to take, and you do, but he doesn’t shake it. He merely grasps it with kind hands that fill you with all kinds of warmth.

He bows and presses his forehead to your joined hands, ignoring your panic at the respect he is showing you. Shouldn’t you be doing that for him? When he straightens, he keeps ahold of your hands.

“They’re someone special to you… aren’t they?” He asks Tanjiro,

“Yes… they really are.” Comes his quiet reply, and you feel embarrassment flush your skin till it’s hot to the touch.

You were someone special to him?

Ubuyashiki gestures for you both to sit beside his bed. You sit with one leg crossed underneath you, your knee brushing Tanjiro’s thigh as he takes a seat next to you.

“How did you two meet?” He asks, and you glance at Tanjiro, who is looking at you with a fond sort of smile.

“Tanjiro, um… well… he saved my son from a car accident.” You decide on the simple explanation. There wasn’t any need to go into a long-winded story. You thought that would be the end of the conversation.

Until Ubuyashiki starts asking more questions.

“How old is he?” He asks, and you bite your lip.

“He’s almost eight. We have about a month left.” You say, and your mind reels at the thought. Have you really known Tanjiro for six months?

It felt like a lifetime.

“What about you? How long have you known each other?” You take the chance to ask a question. Ubuyashiki hums in thought.

“It’s been many, many years. We met in—”

“Kiriya,” Tanjiro says suddenly, his tone warning and almost… dark?

“December of 1915.” The old man finishes, and your world turns upside down.

You whirl to look at Tanjiro, who is yet again avoiding your gaze.

“1915?” You ask quietly, and he flinches.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you.” He whispers in that scared voice of his. Like he was afraid.

“Why do you look so young?” You ask, hesitant or even a bit scared of his answer. He grits his teeth but answers,

“I can’t die. I can’t age. Nothing. I’m doomed to live forever.” He says, and suddenly everything makes sense.

All those sad looks, not looking at you when you ask about his personal life, everything.

How many people had he lost?

How many people had he seen die and not be able to join them?

You reach forward and set a hand on his leg. He looks at you with those big watery eyes that make your heart twist and constrict.

“All that pain, and misery, and loneliness… and it just made you kind.” You whisper, and you mean it.

All those years, being alone with no one to sympathize with his agony.

It must’ve been hell.

He reaches over with a shaking hand, taking yours and ducking his head. You can see tears fall onto his lap.

“Thank you.” He cries softly.

The two of you leave soon after, with Ubuyashiki catching your hand as you stand to leave.

“Take care of him. He’s been through more than he says he has.” He says firmly, and you nod.

“I will.” You say, and he lets go with that same fatherly smile from before.

Tanjiro kisses you six months later.

A year after first meeting him.

You’re back at your apartment again, with you washing the dinner dishes and Tanjiro drying them off. He moves about your kitchen with such familiarity as he puts the dishes away that you forget that it’s only been a year. He acts like he’s lived there for years.

In a way… he has been.

Some of his clothes hang in your guest bedroom closet, he has a special mug in your cupboard, and there’s a spot for his keys and wallet on your desk.

He’s made himself at home.

And you find yourself not minding it at all.

You hand Tanjiro the last of the dishes and pull off your rubber gloves, drying your hands of sweat and turning, nearly bumping into the man behind you.

“Sorry.” You mumble, and he looks down at you with a small smile, gently grasping your elbow with one hand and putting a mug—his mug—into the cupboard above your head with the other.

But he doesn’t move away once he’s done.

Instead… he leans down, putting his forehead against yours. You grip his biceps as you back up against the counter, bringing him with you. You tilt your head up, and your noses brush. His eyelashes flutter, and his eyes close.

“I shouldn’t.” He whispers, breath puffing against your mouth. You frown. You weren’t an idiot. You knew what was going to happen.

“Why not?” Your voice is just as quiet as his.

His grip on your elbow tightens, if only barely.

“Because I don’t want you to get hurt.” He says, and you move your hands up to his shoulders. They’re broad and strong, well-muscled from years of hard work.

“You could never hurt me.” You reply, and he shakes his head.

“I don’t age. But humans do. Humans decay. You wither and die. Imagine watching that happen to someone that you….” He trails off, and your heart beats hopefully. Someone that he what?

“Someone that you what?” You murmur, and he grits his teeth.

“You can spend the rest of your life with me… but I can’t spend the rest of mine with you… I don’t want that to hurt you.” He says bitterly, and you reach up to cup his cheek.

“You could never hurt me.” You reiterate, and he opens his eyes to look at you with… is that hope?

You keep talking.

“You have been so selfless your entire life. Let yourself be selfish for once.” You say and go to back away. Well… as much as you could against the counter.

But before you can get very far, Tanjiro leans in, and suddenly, he’s kissing you.

He cradles you as if you were a piece of glass. As if you could break at any moment. Your eyes close, as do his, and you lean in, your hands slipping down his shoulders to hold tightly as if he were about to pull away.

He didn’t.

He pulls you closer, hands trailing down your elbows to fit snuggly at your waist. He pulls away briefly and opens his eyes. The distance doesn’t last long, and he leans down to kiss you again.

Tanjiro tastes of sunshine and hope. He feels like galaxies of kindness and summer mornings spent together.

He lets out a whimper of your name that tugs on your heartstrings and pulls you impossibly closer. You grip him just as fiercely, his button-down shirt bunching underneath your fingertips. His lips move against yours until you have to break for air.

His beautiful eyes open, and he smiles at you with the most brilliant smile you’ve seen yet.

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fischlslays · 1 year

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First Impression Headcanons

[kny/Hashira Edition]

Warning: Swearing.

Pairing: Hashiras x Hashira!GN!Reader

Rating system:

1/10:Really bad

2/10:Really Awkward

3/10:Didn't really like each other

4/10:Might not even talk

5/10:Neutral about you

6/10:Normal

7/10:Kinda good

8/10:Friends

9/10:Nearly perfect

9.5/10:Had really a good time

10/10:Perfect

Listen to this :)

Let us start..<3

Giyu Tomioka:

Your Impression on him:

Didn't really think of it that much

He thought you would find him boring, because when you introduced your self you were confident enough for him to think that

Wasn't talking to you at first

Surprisingly you got along pretty fast

Shinobu won't stop teasing him

He thinks you are optimistic, fun, and positive to be with

You hang out pretty often

He thinks you are friends

You are

His Rating: 10/10

His Impression on you:

You thought he was emo

He was so quite

You saw Shinobu teasing him a lot, so you thought you can befriend him

Cause why not?

He is a great listener

You guys hang out alot

Even though you hang out, Shinobu won't stop teasing

He is still a loner

You have to break fights between him and Sanemi

He told you about Sabito and Makomo

You are glad he trusts you

Your Rating: 10/10

Sanemi Shinazugawa:

Your Impression on him:

Not gonna lie

He thought you were annoying

Because you were always confident, he thought you were a brat

"Why are you even here?" Is something you will hear alot

Didn't spent time with you

Though you were weak as fuck

Until one time you were training with Tengen

You won against him

And Sanemi started to respect you

He found out you weren't that bad

You gave him Ohagi, he thinks you are no longer a brat

He tolerate you enough that he let's you stick around

He doesn't like you and he doesn't hate you at the same moment

Everyone is surprised

His Rating: 5/10

His Impression on you:

You thought he was rude

He was grumpy

Always nagging Giyu

You were neutral about him at first

But you can accept his nature

You tried getting close to him

You left some Ohagi at his doorstep

He can be neutral about you too now

You think he is OK

You can deal with him

By time, you both hang out

You are good friends now

Your Rating: 6/10

Shinobu Kocho:

Your Impression on her:

She thought you were pretty you are

You got along quickly because you both like gossiping and roasting people

She likes talking to you

She wants you to sit with her and Mitsuri

You told her about your past, she appreciates that you can open up to her

She wants to go on missions with you

You both end up roasting demons

You like roasting Zenitsu following her path

She absolutely likes your personality

You both prank poor Giyu

Her Rating: an absolute 10/10

Her Impression on you:

You think she is cool

You picked up her habits -roasting Giyu-

Talking to her is fun

She tells you about Kanae, you are glad she told you

You both are like sisters

She teaches you her kicks

She is an absolute teaser, prankster, and a partner in crime

You are not safe from her pranks

You train together a lot

People think you are dating are you?

Your Rating: a perfect 11/10

Muichiro Tokito:

Your Impression on him:

His ass was forgot you 0.1 seconds after you was introduced

"Who is she/he?"

Will ask for you name so much

Thought you look cute

He doesn't spend much time with you

But your relationship is fine

You talked on missions

You found out he was not that bad

He likes to sleep that you see him 4 hours a day-

Will let you braid his hair

His Rating: 7/10

His Impression on you:

This mf forget so fast

You got annoyed by it

"....and that's how it is made!"

"What?"

You had to talk to him at first because you wanted to know him

He was interesting to talk to

Even though he only talks about clouds

Never really thought about that

You don't mind it

I mean you like clouds too

So you have a lot in common

Your Rating: 7/10

Obanai Iguro:

Extremely neutral

Would not talk to you unless he have to

Wouldn't mind you unless you are interested in Mitsuri

If you are nice he might talk to you

Mitsuri would ask him to

When he does, he really enjoyed talking to you

He started to let his guard down around you

He doesn't mind you talking to Mitsuri any more

You made it clear you doesn't like her in a romantic way

So you are both cool now

He thinks you are strong

When you guys got paired into a mission

He was amazed by your strength

His Rating: 8/10

His Impression on you:

You thought he was a loner

Almost lives in the tree

When you talked to him he was rude and neutral, something in between

You can't tell if he is insulting you or not

Get pissed when you talk to Mitsuri

You told him you are not in love with her

He thinks you are not lying

He begins to trust you more

Like:

"Whatch over Mitsuri while I am on a mission."

You can't complain

He let's you babysit Kaburamaru

Your Rating: 9/10

Mitsuri Kanroji:

Your Impression on her:

She thought we are soo cute <3

You talk to her and that makes her happy

You both became friends fast

You can see Obanai jealous of you

You always try to talk to her

You train together all the time

She likes to go on missions with your ass

You better not ghost her

She is sensitive so you are careful of what you are saying

She is glad you care about her

Her Rating: 14/10

Her Impression on you:

She was an absolute sweet heart

You really like her <333

She always eats with you

She likes talking to you when she is insecure about her eating habits

You help her alot

She trains with you so freaking much

She won't let Obanai roast you or be mean

Obanai would say: "Get your ass out of here"

And she is like: "Obanai please don't be mean to y/n!"

He is jealous as fuck

Mitsuri will let you style her hair

You trust her with secrets <3

Your Rating: 19/10

Rengoku Kyojiro:

Your Impression on him:

He thinks of you as a nice person

Will show you around

You always stick around him <3

He won't let Shinobu prank you

You respect him

"Kyojiro-sama, how are you?"

"I am fine y/n, what about you?"

Your conversations would just go like this

You once got bored and didn't wanna tell him

So you talked about the weather

*Muichiro join the chat*

You let him open up <3

You see him as your big brother no?

His Rating: 9.5/10

His Impression on you:

You thought he is way too nice

You couldn't tell if he is being nice or flirting-

"MY Y/N, HOW ARE YOU DOING?"

You don't really mind that though

He would protect you on missions

No one dares to harm you

He thinks you need protection

You like him a lot <3

You remember that one time you tried to bake but almost burned his house down

He didn't cuss at you about it

Like it's fine

It's ok

He says it like it is the most normal thing in the world

Wouldn't judge you at ALL

You once pulled a prank on Sanemi-

He saved your ass

Your Rating: 10/10

Gyomei Himejima:

Your Impression on him:

You couldn't see you

But through your way of talking, he thought you are nice

You are

You would get along fast if you were religious too

You always try to talk to him

You are really clingy

You MIGHT have annoyed one time while he was reading his prayers

"Y/n please get off me."

"Hehe fine."

You should not curse around him

He finds it disturbing

But dang it

You do curse alot

His Rating: 8/10

His Impression on you:

He looked like a religious guy

He is always crying for no reason

You thought he would bully you

But he was nice

You talk when he is free

Would always remind you to read your prayers

You once gave him a bad haircut-

He forgave you I wouldn't, I ain't raising that hair for nothin

He would remind you not to curse

If you still do

He would give you a whole lecture

"Reason 5-"

"OK! I GET IT! Fuck!-"

He would be your shield on missions

Even though he is blind, he is fast

He gave you a prayer book for your birthday

Your Rating: 7/10

Uzui Tengen:

Your Impression on him:

Since you were confident

He thought you were flamboyant

"Wow! Absolutely falmboyant!"

You were nice

But most importantly

Walking like a model yasss. Go bad bitch go bad bitch go! Another day. Another slay. Period boooo.

Will like your sense of fashion

"At least you don't look like a granny"

Thinks you are pretty aren't you?

He will show you his wifes

You got along with them

He helps you on missions

You train together

His Rating: flamboyantly 10/10

His Impression on you:

You thought he was cool

He looked muscular

So flamboyant

He won't judge you at all

You think of him as a really cool big brother no?

If you were in school, you would ask him to pick you up

To flex ofc

You like Hinatsuru, so he let's you see her

You hang out in his house

You like Makio and Suma too

You and Tengen are a duo

Your Rating: 10/10

Thats it! <3 Thx for reading darling <3

♡

Any thoughts?

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I wanna know your opinion. Pls dm me <3

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colourstreakgryffin · 8 months

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Heya! Me again!

So can you do a non-yandere tanjiro X spirit! reader? (Platonic)

(Spirit is just like ghost, floats and can go through objects anytime they want to and also can stand or touch soiled objects when they want, basically like sabito and makomo)

(Tanjiro can see the reader for some reason and thought they were alive until the reader reveals that they are already dead)

So basically, the reader's dead BY THE MUZAN JACKSON and their spirit can't be free yet until muzan dies.

Reader met tanjiro in the final selection.

Knowing that Tanjiro also wants to kill Muzan for killing his family, the reader goes with him on his journey as a ghost helper

(And reader can stay in the sun)

(Nezuko can see the reader yes but no one else can)

The reader helps tanjiro points out the demon next moment, weakness, and abilities. They also help Tanjiro train by being his target. And sometimes helps find blue spider lilies so nezuko can go back to human. And help alert Tanjiro if a demon is nearby that he can't scent/see. And also help lead tanjiro the way if they got lost.

(Their relationship is just like friends)

IM REALLY SORRY IF THIS IS LONG- I just never seen someone do a spirit reader before (╥﹏╥)

Hmm. Interesting, a platonic ghost reader! Cool! Why not, Tanjiro has experiences with ghosts! Kinda short, hope you don’t mind!

Platonic! Kamado Tanjiro

Tanjiro is a compassionate boy so anybody willing to help him is very appreciated! He tries to refuse you since he doesn’t want to pile his problems onto you, but he just can’t be rude and try shoo you away. He will let you join

For a long time, he doesn’t know that you’re a vengeful spirit until he catches you using your intangibility to feel for Nezuko’s box. After he couldn’t find it, you decided to help him and didn’t really bother to hide your ghostly abilities

When you tell him about what happened with Muzan, his righteous heart breaks for you. He isn’t just slaying Kibutsuji Muzan and finding a cure of transformation for himself and Nezuko, he’s doing it for all the people in Japan so nobody else will suffer like he and her sister has!

Tanjiro isn’t scared of you, he mourns for you. He can’t find your body or bury you, all he can really do is take your word and let you accompany him on his quest, in which he happily does. You deserve to be at peace and he won’t stop until he finishes the job

Tanjiro felt like he’s gained a life companion, he met you early. At the Final Selection in-fact and you helped him by whispering the demon he faced abilities/weaknesses in his head, like you had telepathy. He has found it very helpful since it gives him more opportunity

Tanjiro trusts you to take care of Nezuko and hold her in her box. You can be solid at will and since you’re safe in the sun, there is no reason he shouldn’t hand that responsibility to you whenever he sees fit so he doesn’t have to worry about Nezuko

Tanjiro is so thankful for the help, he always is and he feels obligated to pay you back for your kindness. You even help train him the best you can, advising on the in-depths of his training so he can get a better grasp of it. He feels so spoiled with you

Tanjiro’s heart pings when he sees you and Nezuko playing. You’re, once again, helping remove pressure of your dear friend’s back, by taking care of and entertaining his only sibling, who thankfully can see you too where nobody else can. He honestly just wants to give you a fat kiss as a thank you, he can’t even express how happy he is

You’re basically his continuous little helper and he simply adores it; alerting him to the presences of demons you can sense that he doesn’t, leading him when he’s lost and at random, you being home Blue Spider Lillies. Tanjiro doesn’t know the meaning behind them so he just makes a bouquet out them

Tanjiro never treats you differently to all his other friends. He sadly can’t give you any of his food and he doesn’t need to be concerned about your health, but at least he can still emotionally support you and make you feel that warm spout of the Tanjiro Effect that everybody he meets feels

Tanjiro likes including you in everything he and Nezuko does since, to him, you deserve it. So when he finishes braiding Nezuko’s hair, he’ll invite to sit down before him so he can braid yours. Just so you feel apart of the group, he wants you to feel beloved

Tanjiro has grown to see you as a younger sibling, even though, you’re no longer with him. He has grown attached and he naturally feels concern when you disappear into the wall to find something for him. You’ll come back, but that doesn’t mean he can’t worry for his surrogate sibling

Tanjiro cries heavily when he sees you disappear once Muzan is finally beheaded, but he completely understands that you can’t stay any longer. You must move on to the afterlife, and he will never forget you. He is eager to meet you in heaven, when he finally kicks the bucket himself

“D-Dokusha! Wait! Where are you going? You’re gonna go find Inosuke? Thank you! But please, be careful. I-I mean… I know you’ll be fine, but please. Still be careful! Your safety is important to me! I’ll be fine, you just be safe”

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threads-makomo · 1 year

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Hi hi! I'm Marvolo/Marv, I use he/they/it/xer/star pronouns! I'm 19 and I really wanted to start taking requests! Something happened recently with my dad so I thought maybe doing little drabbles and headcanons of some of my favorite characters might help get my mind off of things!! I'm also willing to do poly ships such as Giyuu x Reader x Sanemi as long as it isn't like minor x adult shit or just headcanons for ships that don't include reader. I'm not all that sure how to do like introductions and shit so I'm sorry if this is kinda half assed, I'll be taking requests on discord ik putting my discord on here is risky but fuck it, add me on there for requests or leave a comment on this post, pls I'm begging you 🥲

{ shits at the very bottom 💪💪 }

☆ - will do nsfw for + yandere if wanted

♡ - romantic, Platonic + Yandere

♤ - Romantic or Platonic only

◇ - strictly platonicly

Also if you don't see a character on here I probably won't be writing for them, of course some of this will change as I get further into the show or as I get more used the characters { looking at you hxh and toh- }

Demon Slayer/Kimetsu No Yaiba:

Tanjiro Kamado — ♤

Nezuko Kamado — ◇

Zenitsu Agatsuma — ♤

Inosuke Hashibira — ♤

Genya Shinazugawa — ♤

Kanao Tsuyuri — ♤

Aoi Kanzaki — ♤

Sabito — ♤

Makomo — ♤

Murata — ♤

Sumi Nakahara — ◇

Naho Takada — ◇

Kiyo Terauchi — ◇

Muichiro Tokito — ♡

Giyuu Tomioka — ☆

Gyomei Himejima — ☆

Obanai Iguro — ☆

Tengen Uzui — ☆

Makio Uzui — ☆

Hinatsuru Uzui — ☆

Suma Uzui — ☆

Kyojuro Rengoku — ☆

Sanemi Shinazugawa — ☆

Shinobou Kocho — ☆

Mitsuri Kanroji — ☆

Kanae Kocho — ♡

Hotaru Haganezuka — ☆

Shinjuro Rengoku — ☆

Ruka Rengoku — ♡

Kagaya Ubuyashiki — ☆

Amane Ubuyashiki — ☆

Kotoha Hashibira — ♤

Yoriichi Tsugikuni — ☆

Yushiro — ♡

Tamayo — ♡

Enmu — ☆

Kyogai — ♡

Mukago — ◇

Rui — ◇

Nakime — ♡

Daki — ♡

Gyutaro — ♡

Hantengu + clones — ♡

Gyokko — ♡

Akaza — ☆

Douma — ☆

Kokushibou — ☆

Muzan Kibutsuji — ☆

Hunter Hunter:

Gon Freecss — ♡

Killua Zoldyck — ♡

Alluka Zoldyck — ◇

Leorio Paladiknight — ♡

Kurapika Kurta — ♡

Hisoka Morow — ☆

Illumi Zoldyck — ☆

Chrollo Lucilfer — ☆

Silva Zoldyck — ☆

Kikyo Zoldyck — ☆

Pakunoda — ☆

Shizuku Murasaki — ☆

Machi Komacine— ☆

Shalnark — ☆

Feitan Portor — ☆

Komugi — ♡

Meruem — ♡

Kite — ☆

Inuyasha:

Sango — ♡

Inuyasha — ♡

Kagome Higurashi — ♡

Miroku — ♡

Shippo — ◇

Sesshomaru — ☆

Naraku — ☆

Kagura — ♡

Koga — ♡

Rin — ◇

Toga — ☆

Sally Face:

Sal Fisher — ♡

Larry Johnson — ♡

Ashley Campbell — ♡

Black Butler:

Sebastian Michaelis — ☆

Grelle Sutcliff — ☆

Ciel Phantomhive — ♤

Vincent Phantomhive — ☆

William T. Spears — ☆

Undertaker — ☆

Ronald Knox — ☆

Othello — ♡

Genshin Impact:

Kaeya — ☆

Noelle — ♡

Amber — ♡

Lisa — ♡

Venti — ♡

Diluc — ♡

Paimon — ◇

Qiqi — ◇

Baizhu — ☆

Wriothesley — ☆

Neuvillete — ☆

Furina — ♡

Zhongli — ☆

Arataki Itto — ☆

Ayato — ☆

Lumine — ♤

Aether — ♤

Cookie Run:

Pitaya Dragon — ♡

Lotus Dragon — ♡

Vampire — ☆

Eclair — ♡

Clover — ☆

Tea Knight — ♡

Pure Vanilla — ☆

Dark Cacao — ☆

HollyBerry — ☆

Golden Cheese — ☆

White Lily — ♡

Sugar Glass — ♡

Crowberry — ♡

Blackberry — ♡

Yogurt Cream — ☆

Lilac — ☆

Plain Yogurt — ☆

Eggnog — ☆

Almond — ☆

Roguefort — ☆

Licorice — ♡

Red Velvet — ☆

Scorpion — ☆

Pomegranate — ☆

Dark Enchantress — ☆

Frost Queen — ☆

Latte — ☆

Ice Captain — ☆

Oyster — ☆

Steven Universe:

Bismuth — ♤

Pearl — ♤

Amethyst — ♤

Spinel — ◇

Lars — ♤

The Owl House:

Luz Noceda — ♤

Camila Noceda — ◇

Amity Blight — ♤

Alador Blight — ♤

Edalyn Clawthorn — ♤

Raine Whispers — ♤

Hunter — ♤

Gus Porter — ♤

Willow Park — ♤

Afk Arena:

Daimon — ◇

Niru — ♤

Shemira — ♤

Lucretia — ♤

Flora — ◇

Arcane:

Vander — ☆

Silco — ☆

Sevika — ☆

Vi — ☆

Jinx — ☆

Ekko — ☆

Viktor — ☆

Jacye — ☆

Mel — ☆

What I will write!!

Fluff

Platonic ships

Ships headcanons

{ Example: Kyojuro x Tengen }

Smut

Suggestive content

Yandere/Mayadere

Specific kinks for specific characters

Angst

Scenario Imagines

Literally any kink that doesn't have to do with bodily fluids { not including cum }

What I will not write

Kinks such as piss, scatt and ddlg, weird kinks in general

Fetishes

Noncon/r@p3 { furthest I'll go is dubcon }

Nsfw for minors

Bnha/mha. never.

Minor x adult, Killer x victim, shit like that

Examples: Kyojuro x Akaza, Giyuu x Tanjiro

I want to add that sometimes things may not come out as often or I'll randomly go inactive, I struggle with motivating myself to do things and I get tired and burnout of things quickly, sometimes to where I won't want to have anything to do with it for months, and I want to go ahead and apologize for that. I'd also like to add that I am aloud to decline requests, wether I feel uncomfortable with the request or if I'm just not going to be able to finish it. That's honestly all I have left to say and shit. Have a good Day and thank you for reading :]

Marv_olo

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