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Love Languages || Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Kyojuro Rengoku, Tengen Uzui

warnings: N/A

word count: 1017 words

author's note: I love analyzing characters, so maybe I'll do another one with attachment styles hehe

"You know I love you, so let me into your heart, do you really love me?" me and your mama, childish gambino

Tanjiro Kamado's love languages are...

-> Acts of Service

Tanjiro wants nothing more than to make you happy, even if it means picking up a few more chores around the house. He really doesn't mind, and it puts him at ease to know you're relaxed and content.

He wakes up bright and early to make you breakfast, take care of you when you're sick, and he does the chores you don't like doing. Along with many other things he can do for you!

-> Quality Time

Tanjiro likes being by your side, whether taking some extra time while getting ready in the morning or staying awake at night and talking until you two get sleepy, he wants to be close to you.

He'll slow his pace when walking with you, taking your hand in his as he stops and admires the scenery (and you) He enjoys baking with you, making sweet treats filled with love as you two make idle conversation, He loves cuddling you and talking, feeling your breath on his neck when you talk about the latest events in your life.

Zenitsu Agatsuma's love languages are...

-> Physical Touch

Zenitsu is very, very touchy. He grabs at your fingers and at your clothes, he subconsciously keeps close to you in fear of losing you. He likes to touch your skin, rub his fingers over any scars or blemishes. He hugs you when he wakes up, when he's happy, when he's upset, after a mission. Even when he's aching and hurt.

He loves cuddling, big spoon, little spoon, it doesn't matter (as long as he can reach to kiss you) he'll snuggle up to your chest to hear your heartbeat and if you run your hand through his hair he'll be in ecstasy. He loves holding your hands and kissing each knuckle.

-> Words of Affirmation

Zenitsu is really self-deprecating, he hates himself for being so cowardly, but when you voice that you love him, affirm it's okay to feel fear, encourage him to try new things, he realizes that he's worthy of love. He never wants you to feel what he feels, so he constantly tells you his feelings for you, vocalizing his affections with a blush on his face.

When you tell him you love him, especially when it sounds so warm and tender he tears up. He's eternally grateful to have found you. He snuggles up to you and holds you tightly, whispering how much he adores you. He'll interrupt himself with small pecks to your face and lips but he always continues on with his words.

Kyojuro Rengoku's love languages are...

-> Words of Affirmation

Kyojuro adores showering you in praise and compliments, cheering you on even with the most simple tasks. He likes to wax poetry on your beauty, your strength, and all the other wonderful features you have that he could speak for hours about. At night though, when you're settling for bed his words are soft and gentle, comparing his love for you to the great depth of the ocean.

He often brags to the other hashiras about you, whether or not you're there. He thinks he's blessed to have someone like you in his life, and he's never ashamed to state it out loud to anyone who'll hear. He'd shout his love for you from the rooftops if you asked. He's deeply affected by any words of affirmation from you, it impacts him a lot. With the death of his mother and the rejection from his father, he rarely hears words of encouragement or an "I'm proud of you." from anyone dear to him. You'll see the corners of his smile falter, and you'll see a profound expression on his face when he looks at you.

-> Quality Time

With his duties as a hashira, he savors each and every moment he spends with you. Even if it seems small and menial he dedicates the smallest things to memory. If you were busy with your own things he'd be content to watch, seeing you so focused on something captures his attention like no other. One of the things he enjoys the most is resting with you, being close to each other physically soothes his soul.

Whenever he comes back to the Rengoku estate and sees you doing things around the house, or even resting outside and reading something, he always goes to you first. Even if he's exhausted and sore, the first thing he'll do is spend some time with you alone to talk. He loves it when you spend time with him while unwinding, taking a bath together, cleaning a room, and even going out to shop hand in hand.

Tengen Uzui's love languages are...

-> Gift Giving

He loves giving you extravagant clothes and accessories. With all the money he earns as a hashira he ensures himself, you, and his spouses live luxuriously and flamboyantly. Fine silk, intricate cloth, glittering hair pins, earrings, rings, bracelets, you want it? name it and he'll buy it for you.

He has a soft spot for handmade crafts though. When he comes back from a stressful mission, you're there with a little trinket in hand he finds himself being a little more indulgent and hugging you tighter than usual. Any handmade clothes gifted to him are worn until they have holes in them, the cloth being a piece of you that stays with him even if he's not next to you.

-> Physical Touch

One thing I'll say, Tengen is unashamed when it comes to PDA. He'll openly have a hand rested on your waist, he'll playfully pinch at your skin while eating dinner, he'll have his hands inching lower and lower down your back while he kisses you in the middle of a street. He's the type of guy to slap your ass as you walk away, whether you go and slap his is up to you though ;)

Cuddle piles with your spouses are a must. Even if it means Tengen picking all four of you up and dropping you on the bed you'll stay and huddle up to him. Staying close physically when Tengen is home is always important. It's the small things that matter too, a hand on his arm when cooking together, grabbing his hands and intertwining your fingers together as you share some good news, or a gentle caress when he's upset.

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Hi I'd like to make a request

uzui x transmasc reader who almost never has dysphoria and whose self esteem is usually up in the clouds when he's on his period and his dysphoria is running wild

The Other Side Of Paradise || Tengen Uzui x Transmasc!Reader

Warnings: Menstruation, Mentions of Body Dysphoria, & Mentions of Social Dysphoria

Word Count: 632 Words

Author's Note: Hi! Thanks for trusting me with this ask :) hopefully I've done your request justice <3 + Reader is implied to be a hashira.

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"Curled up in a grip when we were us, Fingers in a fist like you might run, I settle for a ghost I never knew, Superparadise I held on to" the other side of paradise, glass animals

Tengen notices when you're acting different, not in a bad way, of course. Your sound of pride and confident laugher is dulled, leaving behind an echoey shell of your light personality, akin to the remnants of a shout in a cave. You retreat to your room more often, skipping out on trainings when you wince and groan, clutching at your uniform in balled fists to wait out the pain. He notices the downtick of demons slayed in your reports. He hears you walk over to Shinobu's medical office, an alarming sound of shame (an emotion he thought you never felt), when you ask for more clean cloth. How you act, almost lethargically, hearing the shuffle of fabric as you once again adjust your body under warm bed sheets.

Tengen knocks once, twice, three times against your screen door. "Hey, (Y/n), can I come in?" He hears you groan quietly, adjusting again. "Yeah, of course." He opens the screen door, and finds you inside your futon, curled up into a fetal position and breathing harshly. Your demon slayer uniform is strewn about your room, haphazardly thrown along with your sword. "Shit— Are you alright? Do you need me to call Shinobu?" Uzui practically throws himself at your bedside, hands hovering above your body as you have a vice grip on a pillow. You suck in a breath through your teeth, hissing as you sit up. Waving a hand at Tengen to calm down "I'll be— fine. Just.. don't make a big deal out of it, it's embarrassing enough as it is." You adjust your yukata, tying the half-done knot so it doesn't slip off your shoulders. "I'm just dealing with my period, I'll be back to normal in a few days though, if that's what you're worried about." You explain through a wince, wrapping an arm around your abdomen and curling into yourself. Another wave of cramps.

Tengen takes the time to rub your back through the pain, and when it subsides he starts speaking, large palm resting on your shoulder blade "(Y/n), you know I'm not one to worry about someone else's performance, I'm worried about you. You can talk to me you know? I'll always be here for you." You hum noncommittally, nodding along to his words. Turning to him you ask, "Can I just talk to you? You don't have to reply, I mean— having someone to talk to about this would be great." The beads on his headpiece rattle as he nods, he grinned "Of course! For what else is my dazzling hearing for my dear!"

For the first time in a while, the corners of your lips lift in a smile as you look towards Uzui. You moved over, patting the empty side of the futon as you silently invited Uzui to join you. "Alright then. We'll talk."

You fall silent, all your words spent on one-sided conversation. You huddle closer to Tengen, legs entwined with his own as he draws shapes on your back, a heart, a star, a triangle, a circle. So on and so forth. He listened to every word and syllable you spoke, comforted your tears and worries, reassuring you when you needed it.

Tengen can tell you're drifting off, the pain medication you mentioned that Shinobu offered you finally kicking in. Your eyes flutter in the light of the setting sun, you mumble out a quiet "Thanks, Tengen." Before your eyes close, and you fall slack against your pillow. Uzui steps out of your futon, quietly and carefully, looking on in adoration as he kisses your forehead. He replies with "Of course, (Y/n)" even if you can't hear it. And with the click of the screen door, he's off to bring you comfort items, remembering the things you mentioned beforehand.

#planeto🪐 #rené.writing #rené.comfort #rené.fluff #uzui tengen #uzui tengen x reader #x reader #kny x reader

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Life Itself || Tanjiro Kamado, Kyojuro Rengoku, Tengen Uzui

warnings: spoilers for the Mugen Train & the Entertainment District arcs, blood, injuries

word count: 525 words

summary: when life kicks you down, you get up again.

author's note: can you tell I really like glass animals lol

"Come back down to my knees, be like them, lean back and breathe" life itself, glass animals

Tanjiro Kamado

In the midst of the destruction you're in, you're somehow alive. Your comrades are nowhere in sight, and you feel warm blood pooling around you

Something in you feels like it's burning, and you manage claw out of the rubble, your sword being used as support to stand up

You see the upper moon advancing towards a kneeling Tanjiro, and you freeze. You can only watch as Tanjiro hits the upper moon with a kunai and pins him down with his sword.

The burning in your lungs, spreading to your limbs, spurring on your hands to tighten around your sword snaps you out of your trance and you move without thinking

Tanjiro sees you rush forward, your hoarse voice calling out "Flame Breathing, First Form: Unknowing Fire" Your sword hits Tanjiro's and he sees a spark of red before his sword digs even deeper into the upper moon's neck

That is, before the demon's blood art pushes the both of you back, and you two have to deflect the blood blades that are increasing in attack speed.

Kyojuro Rengoku

The mugen train was much more precarious than expected, you slept while one of the train demon's minions entered your subconscious, attempting to shatter your spiritual core

As a hashira your self preservation instinct was strong, leaving your body to trap the minion within a headlock, squeezing down to block airflow

You finally woke up in the chaos of the transformed train, watching as flesh tentacles inched towards innocent passengers. In an instant you went to work

Your sword cleaved through flesh as you met up in the middle of the train with Rengoku and your junior, Tanjiro.

Both you and Rengoku agreed on you defending the front four cars with him guarding the back 4, and as soon as he said that he went back in a flurry of flames

Both you and Tanjiro made it to the train's engine room, you stayed behind to keep the passengers safe, and when you heard the demon screech when it was decapitated you knew he succeeded

And now you had to make sure the passengers were safe from the oncoming derailment of the train

Tengen Uzui

You were the only one of Tengen's spouses to actually be a demon slayer, a high ranked one at that

When the time came to infiltrate the Red Light district you, Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru volunteered

You hadn't run into trouble yet, your reports to your husband finding their way to him. You've haven't heard from one of his wives and that's what worried you

You've heard rumors of a certain house, with a certain Oiran, before you could do anything though, your torso was wrapped with a pink obi and you were tangled in it, forced into a temporary slumber.

You wake up to see a boar headed boy attacking the wiggling obi, Suma and Makio are awake too. The muscle mice bring out your blade and you start tearing at the web of that pink obi, careful to not cut any of the women still trapped inside

You hear a large boom coming from above the cavern and you smile, your husband's here.

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Youth || Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira

Warnings: Injuries

Word Count: 599 words

Summary: small moments sometimes turn out to be the most meaningful.

Author's Note: felt nostalgic today, listened to how to be a human being again and this happened.

"Boy, I want you to be happy, Free to run, get dizzy on caffeine, Funny friends that make you laugh, and maybe you're just a little bit dappy." youth, glass animals

Tanjiro Kamado

Night fell upon the wisteria house you two were residing in, the sunset marked a time where everything slowed down.

You could tell Tanjiro was bored, sitting up in his futon and staring at the wall. Nezuko was surprisingly asleep, her energy sapped from a fight.

"Hey, Tanjiro" You had taken out a deck of cards in your haori folded at the end of your futon. Shuffling them with a precision Tanjiro had never seen before. "Wanna play something?"

Before he knew it Tanjiro was playing a game with you, blankets offset from the futon, you laughing when you absolutely swindled him at a pretend-gambling game. He was extremely proud of himself when he beat you (even though you went easy on him)

A playful shine in his eyes and a sly smile when you two settled down. It was during the nth round of go fish when he yawned

As he passed the cards back and went to sleep Tanjiro felt grateful that you had invited him to play. Falling asleep with the same feeling of playful camaraderie he once felt long ago.

Zenitsu Agatsuma

He landed himself in the butterfly mansion again, he'd always manage to get injured during missions.

As he was stuck inside the medical ward you went to pick a multitude of flowers; red, yellow, pink, orange, purple and many more. Unknown to Zenitsu.

To his surprise you returned to him with an armful of flowers, ready to twist them into little rings and crowns. As you finished one up he had asked you to teach him to make one, Of course you obliged.

His first flower crown was kinda wonky, but you wore it with pride, bending down so he could place it on your head. You had placed a few on his head too, making it look more like a wreath of colorful flowers rather than a singular link.

Most of the flowers were gone by the time you two finished up, only stray leaves and pollen on the sterile blanket Zenitsu was under.

You reached for his hand and dragged him out the bed, you two were passing around flower crowns to the other people in the butterfly mansion with giggles and giddy expressions.

Inosuke Hashibira

This time you had to spend time recovering from an injury, turns out landing wrong on one foot can do a lot of damage.

Inosuke waited impatiently, dropping by between his solo missions and pushing you to get better.

Aoi had filled your request for some colored thread, and while on bed rest you made a pair of friendship bracelets, hoping to give one to Inosuke the next time he visited.

"I can't wait to beat you into the dirt (Y/n)!" Inosuke looked excited to see you almost recovered. As he shook his fists you had told him to keep one out, and he did.

He looked at you curiously when you tied the bracelet around his wrist, the ends bobbing up and down with his slight movements. "I made you something, 'nosuke" You had hoped he liked it, because he was oddly quiet

"It makes my wrist feel weird." You could almost see his confused expression under the boar mask. He kept shaking his fist and seeing the threaded bracelet move around "Do you not like it? I can take it off you if you want."

"Hell no! I'm keeping this on forever!" He pumped his fist in the air, and you giggled. Even though it hurt you raised a sore arm up to match him. Inosuke snorted before running off, probably to brag about the bracelet.

#planeto🪐 #rené.writing #tanjiro kamado #tanjiro kamado x reader #zenitsu agatsuma #zenitsu agatsuma x reader #inosuke hashibira #inosuke hashibira x reader #demon slayer #tw.injuries

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Take a Slice || Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Kyojuro Rengoku

warnings: mentions of injuries, mentions of blood

word count: 541 words

summary: you finally show them what you're made of.

author's note: ok I personally think stone breathing is underrated, give some love to stone breath users <33 *cough* gyomei *cough*

"Sitting pretty in the prime of life, I'm so tasty and the price is right." take a slice, glass animals

Tanjiro Kamado

You've always seemed so passive to him, your scent pleasant and calm. Your behaviors are steady and meticulous, always practicing with your bendable sword in the training grounds of the butterfly mansion

He finally sees you act without mercy on a mission together, he's always been curious on why your sword was so pliable, and what breath style you used that required you to bend in ways he never could

When he sees you jump up and twist your body, sword following you it clicks when you mutter, "Love Breathing, Third form: Catlove Shower"

When your blade connects with the putrid flesh of the demon Tanjiro doesn't notice he's left himself open to attack. He pulls himself out of the thoughts that tell him you look so pretty in the moonlight and focuses on protecting himself and Nezuko

After the battle he's exhausted, but now teeming with curiosity and intrigue. While you tend to small cuts on Tanjiro you explain and he soaks it all in.

Some details may be fuzzy because of how your fingers touch his skin, assessing his injuries.

Zenitsu Agatsuma

Nervous to approach, hesitant to talk. You look so intimidating Zenitsu can't help it, and when you carry that spiked flail and chain weapon on your hip with ease, he can't help but shrink down, hoping you don't notice him.

Just his luck when you two are attacked by a random demon on the way back from a mission.

Zenitsu is frozen, in the direct path of the demon's attack. As you push him aside and shove him to the ground he hears the chains rattle and groups of muscle in your arms tense as you fight back.

"Stone Breathing, First Form: Serpentinite Bipolar" Oh. That's what breath style you use. Zenitsu plays dead, and as soon as it starts, it ends. The chains rattle again into their holster, hanging off your hip and making a quiet clink clink clink sound.

You offer him a hand to help him back up and Zenitsu swears the blooming sunrise makes you look radiant. You sigh when he's just staring at you.

He ignores the ache in his shoulder when you pull him back up, the warmth of your palm unforgettable.

Kyojuro Rengoku

There hasn't been a thunder hashira for a long while, and Rengoku is intrigued when you show up at the following semiannual hashira meeting, making your introduction to the rest of the hashira.

A friendship blooms, and soon you two are scouting for information on the 12 demon moons.

Two lower moons appear, eager to collect the heads of two hashiras. Rengoku readies an attack and before he knows it you disappear from his side, a crackle of static where you were.

As you call out "Thunder breathing, Sixth Form: Rumble and Flash" he sees both of the demons heads fall like raindrops. You stand over them, silent and with your sword still drawn, flicking the blood off before putting it back into the sheath.

Rengoku heard the thunder loud and clear, he brightens. Asking you where you trained and how you developed those moves. You approach him and answer your questions, raising your voice so he can hear

And just like that he's drawn in, intrigued, in a different way.

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Carrying you bridal style HCs || Izuku Midoriya, Tenya Iida, Ochako Uraraka

Warnings: Mentions of Injuries

Word Count: 376 words

Pronouns: no pronouns

Author's Note: Got a sudden spark of inspiration and here we are! this is kinda established as mutual pining/crushing, nothing overtly romantic (yet)

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Izuku Midoriya

expect him to come to your aid when you overwork yourself during any private training

if you so happen to stumble or almost fall you bet he's gonna use ofa to catch you, you're his number 1 priority

his touch has always been hesitant and anxious but sometimes he gets bold and carries you bridal style with no effort

he's clearly flushed, eyes averting your (surprised) gaze

"You should be a little more careful (Y/n), don't overwork yourself too much!"

I think he would die of embarrassment if any of his classmates saw him carrying you back to the dorms 💀💀

a small part of me thinks he would drop you or carry you with one hand while trying to explain how "they just got hurt! no other reason!!" with his rambling and hand movements

Tenya Iida

picture this, it's a rescue training lesson, and Iida "saves" you from "villains" he carries you bridal style all the way until the end of the lesson

and he just doesn't put you down, he carries you like it's the most natural thing in the world

even if you aren't injured he won't let you down until you or someone else points it out

he'll immediately start apologizing maybe because he subconsciously knows he likes being near you

"I apologize if I've made you uncomfortable (Y/n)! Please tell me if I should correct my behaviors or actions!" with his signature hand chopping motions

if you reply that you liked it or didn't mind it he would get flustered, with more hand chopping of course

Ochako Uraraka

uraraka is easily the smoothest out of the three when it comes to carrying you, she actually has game

if she carries you it's no problem at all with her quirk, keeping you close to her so you wouldn't float away (which has almost happened)

she'd say something like "it's no problem carrying you (Y/n)! It's what friends do!" with a lighthearted laugh after

if you two were out of training and you asked anyways, she would put everything down to carry you bridal style, even if you two were in the dorms

if you comment about her strength then she'll blush, she'd giggle nervously before turning her head away to hide her face

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Thorn of The Yellow Carnation || Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma

warnings: Angst

word count: 855 words

pronouns: NO PRONOUNS USED

summary: you confess to the demon slayers, and yet this wasn't what you expected..

authors note: pain and suffering and agony,, i listened to Mac Demarco's "For the First Time" and "Let My Baby Stay" for a majority of writing. Looking up the meaning of yellow carnations makes the title a lot clearer, i just love flower language though c(ˊᗜˋ*c)

"You were a fool to develop feelings for such a kind person like him."

Tanjiro Kamado:

When you tell Tanjiro you love him... he looks at you so kindly and sincerely that you ignore the remorseful look in his eyes and you believe for a second you have a chance. He's honest, but when he tells you "I'm sorry (Y/n).. but I want to focus on curing my sister, I hope you can forgive me." You can see the lie painted on his face, you thought it was only your imagination when you thought you saw him look at kanao with longing eyes, or watch her swordsmanship with a tickle of pink on his cheeks. You were no match for her, and she fit him perfectly, you were happy for him. Seeing a blooming relationship between them was both a sweet dream and a nightmare. It was so selfish to think you could make him happy like kanao would. It was set in stone now, all those times spent alone together.. He only meant it platonically and you always were the one misinterpreting it. He was never, ever, in love with you. You were a fool to develop feelings for such a kind person like him. Tanjiro could smell the pungent scent of sadness wash over you, and the hopeful wisps faded from you form as you could feel the bitter tears well up in your eyes. He tried to console you, placing a calloused hand on your shoulder and saying "Our friendship is wonderful (Y/n), and I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. I feel like we were both born in this world meant to be the best of friends." His oblivious nature was sweet, but every time he had used the word friend, the more your saddened laughter turned into resigned hiccups and sniffles. You couldn't cry, not when he was looking at you with that smile that lit up a room, and those beautiful eyes that you couldn't help but admire. When you brushed his hand off your shoulder and turned away, the tears finally fell ( Tanjiro felt the sadness around you grow darker) and you walked out the room as fast as you could, breaking out into a run as your heartbroken cries echoed through the hallways, hoping Tanjiro wouldn't find you. Tanjiro didn't bother to follow you, nor call your name, standing silently as he processed everything that happened.

Zenitsu Agatsuma:

When you tell Zenitsu you love him... he lets out a hesitant laugh, he really didn't expect this, and of course he wanted a confession of love from someone. Just not from you. He would jump for the opportunity to love someone wholeheartedly, but you? You were his best friend, someone he thought of as a sibling he never had. You were the closest thing to family. "I- I'm sorry (Y/n)," he lets out a small sigh, either in confusion or contempt, you couldn't tell. "I just don't like you that way.. You're like my family, you know? I don't think I can date someone I see as my sibling." He could practically hear your heart shatter, The ringing of dread and regret surrounding you, it was a horrible noise Zenitsu had to hear often— it was even worse when it came from you. When he saw your shoulders slump and you turning around to leave the room after the rejection. He backtracked, waving his arms and exclaiming loudly "Of course w-we can still be friends! I'm sure one day this will just be something we look back on! I'll always be here for you (Y/n)!" You thought about it, you really did, But you just needed time. He would certainly try and cling to you in a desperate attempt to remove the now awkward tension between you two. Were you not good enough? Not pretty enough? All the time you spent reassuring him about him and his skills as a demon slayer, had he never seen you like you saw him? You clenched your fists. The nails of your fingers digging into the flesh of your palm. You shook, every part of you felt like it was going to collapse under your feet. You felt your throat close up and taking a breath was hard to do, you couldn't blame Zenitsu. Not at all, you could only blame yourself for thinking that he also thought of you that way. Every negative emotion poured into your body all at once, and Zenitsu could hear the dissonant harmony of your sadness, frustration, despair, and all those other emotions you were choking down. And when he stepped closer you turned to him, a dark emotion in your eyes. He could recognize it as how Kaigaku looked at him back then, the same desolate look in your eyes, as you told him "Just– leave me alone, Zenitsu." Even with your strained voice and the voice crack that came through when you pushed down your tears enough to not let him see. As you left, Zenitsu had his hand out ready to comfort you the best he could, but not being quick enough as you rushed out the room without a word back from him.

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Superposition || Zenitsu Agatsuma x M!Reader, Intertwined Collab

warnings: Cursing? (It's only 2 words)

word count: 1253 words

author's note: hi again! here with another collab with the amazing @httptamaki and @touyaz ! it's been wonderful participating in another collab and I encourage everyone to check out the masterlist! I hope y'all enjoy _(┐「ε:)_<3

stem major!reader bc I said so lol <3 it's only mentioned in a few sentences though. writing characters being awkward as hell is my fav thing to do ngl

"Superstition aims with imprecision // But when things can't be explained, superposition, oh // In any universe you are my dark star // I want you to want me" - Superposition, Young the Giant

You've always had bouts of insomnia, and the coursework at Kimetsu University doesn't make it any worse. It only adds the extra burden of deadlines and throwing things together at the last minute. The numbers, variables, and mathematical theorems make your mind numb. Your friends notice how you're awake at odd hours, your classes scheduled irregularly. You feel like a ghost among your peers, and the only time that feeling of loneliness escapes you is when you climb into bed and fall asleep.

It hasn't been happening for a while, maybe 3 weeks on and off, but they're starting to get more frequent. The dreams are kind of weird, you and someone else are doing something or going somewhere, and it's the same person. His features are kinda weird, blonde– almost yellow hair with orange tips he claims is natural (because he got struck by lightning as a kid??), and burn scars from the incident running down his arms which he keeps covered with oversized hoodies. You think he's pretty cute, even if his self-deprecating iating nature tends to disagree.

You call him thunder boy, just to tease (and that you don't actually know his name)

You haven't caught his name and you can't seem to give out your own name either, so it's really a guessing game to see if you'll remember him when you wake up. His hair will always stand out to you, easily found in a crowd and almost matching his exuberantly cowardly personality.

You don't know if he even lives in your country (or if he's actually real), but you hope you can see his yellow-orange hair in a crowd one day. And maybe you could tell him he's cute to his face.

After these particular dreams you would feel lighter, happier, more content with your state in the world. Your sleep fell into a decent schedule, the feeling of detachment from the world lessened. You had the mystery guy to thank really, he motivated you to connect outside yourself rather than shutting yourself in. Months have passed, your bond with him is pretty strong now, both you and him are suggesting meeting up.

One night he remarks he isn't as good in real life as in the dreamland. You can't help but scoff, admitting to him that he helped you in so many ways, unseen to him. He rushes you into a hug for the first time, the feeling reminiscent of a childhood friend. He exclaims remarks about coming to see you "as soon as he wakes up" and you can't help but laugh happily at the thought of finally seeing him in person, even if you don't really believe him after the fact.

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Getting groceries is kinda fun now, searching for things lit by the yellowing lights on the ceiling. It's less fun when your roommates pile on things for you to get, but you don't wanna be an asshole.

As you're in the noodle aisle surveying the angel-hair, macaroni, penne, fettuccine and other noodles whose names you can't remember when your shopping basket rams into someone's leg. Throwing out some of the things in your basket and making the person yelp, bending down in pain.

"OH!! holy shit man, you alright?" you're bending down to give a helping hand when the person starts picking things up,

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to knock your stuff out.." he looks up at you and pauses, words dying in his throat and spaghetti packets in hand, his eyes meet your own and you can feel the cosmic pull inside your chest, akin to superposition.

His hair, a brilliant yellow followed by orange tips at the ends of his choppy hairstyle. You're sure you'll never forget that hair at all. But there's a lingering familiarity to him, like a friend you haven't seen in a while or seeing a fellow regular at a store. Your memory chases after his image, trying to fit him into whatever void he's meant to fit, an odd puzzle piece in your brain looking for the space that matches.

He stands back up since what felt like an eternity and hands you the noodles, and as you place them back in the basket (thankful the jar of tomato sauce didn't break) you ask him,

"Have we met before?"

And he pauses, his body language switches in an instant going from somewhat quiet to downright nervous. His eyes flick down to the things in your basket, and back to your face. You tilt your body to leave the conversation when he finally says something,

"..I think we have, not here-- in real life- I mean." He quietly states.

As if it was instinct, your body stops and turns to see the yellow haired guy rubbing a scar on his exposed wrist, pale, and almost random in direction. Similar to lightning. Lightning.

You smile, and he pulls the cuff of his sweater over his arm again. Everything lulls into near silence.

"Yeah, I get what you mean. I thought I recognized your hair thunder boy."

He looks up with a sense of surprise, and everything clicks into place and you recognize him, his form like a vivid dream.

"I- I thought you weren't real, to be honest. Like you were some random person my brain made up to comfort me-- it's just- it feels so strange to see you here in real life, in a good way though,"

he says softly, and almost expecting backlash in return. It never comes, and he relaxes.

"My name! My name is Zenitsu Agatsuma, it's so nice to finally meet you in real life."

His voice is light and lifted with excitement. A small giggle leaving his mouth as he fiddles with the cuff of his sweater.

"Well, my name's (Y/n) (L/n), it's nice to finally meet you too"

Your voice is saturated with delight, and you two quickly brush off the previously awkward situation to settle in small talk.

You two walk around the store, getting the groceries you both need, and walk out together with hands full of plastic bags.

You pause and ask for his number, he saves it in your contacts, says a sweet goodbye and walks off. His hair almost glowing in the old streetlights that are in the parking lot. You stand there for a while, thinking about Zenitsu. He promised that you two would hang out some other day.

When he's gone, and the surreal space surrounding you consumes the sense of time, the cold bite of night's air reminds you that you also have to go back. The strain in your arms from the groceries doesn't feel like much compared to how content you are. There's a smile on your face when you return to the dorms.

Your roommates point out your unusual mood and they tease, feeling the excitability crackling in the dorm. You don't mind the teasing for once, becoming bashful and hiding your warm face in the pantry where you're putting the spaghetti packets in. They offer to let you off the hook and retire to your room early.

It's so weird having them reconnect with you, but things seem to be slipping back to what used to be. You don't mind that at all.

You get ready for bed, ready for a good night's rest. Before you actually go to bed you send Zenitsu a quick goodnight message (hopefully he gave you the right number) and you settle into your bed wanting to dream of Zenitsu again.

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Suit and Tie || Tanjiro Kamado x M!Reader

warnings: suggestive content, alcohol, don't drink and drive folks

word count: 3041 words

pronouns: he/him

author's note: set in a modern au + a business kny au! I really enjoyed writing this one :DD the key song for this one is SexyBack by Justin Timberlake and Timbaland

"Tanjiro had hooked his fingers under your tie and pulled, loosening it enough to reach the buttons on your shirt above your warm skin."

Going to a formal event for the first time was both nerve racking and exciting. Shinobu had invited her coworkers and the interns (including you, Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenitsu) to her own mansion. It looked incredible, and when you arrived Shinobu's secretary Kanao greeted you. She was around your age and you saw her scurrying around the office occasionally, dropping files without a word.

To say you were nervous was kind of an understatement, you had to tie your tie three times before it looked right and you hoped you didn't look like a child in their parent's business suit. As you were fretting a certain red haired coworker of yours placed his calloused hand on your shoulder, surprising you. You jumped and looked behind you, getting a small chuckle from the man behind you.

"Tanjiro! It's so nice to see you tonight!" You went out to shake his hand when he pulled you into a side hug, you were kinda used to it, him being way more touchy with you than other people. You kinda assumed it was because he felt comfortable around you but you couldn't say for sure.

He let go of you and smiled, you saw his eyes flicker up and down your body but said nothing of it, it was most likely your imagination right? "Hi (Y/n), it's nice seeing you too! Zenitsu and Inosuke are coming by a little later. They said something about car issues but that could mean anything with that pair.." Tanjiro looked at a message on his phone before putting it back in his pocket.

"Well, anyways. We should actually head into the party yeah?" Tanjiro said meanwhile grabbing at the cuff of your suit jacket, lightly tugging with his index and thumb. You nodded with a small 'yeah' and walked to the banquet hall together. You stopped to glance at his formalwear, a dark brown two piece suit all put together with a burgundy Windsor knot tie. It really brought his whole outfit to a whole new level, matching the color of his hair and eyes to bring out his features. You thought he looked handsome.

It was too bad you were extremely obvious when you glanced at him multiple times, especially when Tanjiro had his full focus on you. And as you two entered the hall he had seen the surprised look on your face when the doors fully opened, dedicating it to memory.

After some internal 'woahh's and 'holy shit!'s you calmed down and invited Tanjiro to stick together, both to be near him and in fear of getting lost in the crowd that had amassed. Some of the pillars of the company, Rengoku and Giyu, beat you to it. Talking to Tanjiro casually even when he tried leaving the conversation. Looping him back in with a question.

Before you knew it you were at your assigned table, drinking special wisteria champagne from a fancy glass and looking out for your favorite coworker.

Okay, you managed to get away from the party for a few moments, Okay, deep breaths. The atmosphere had gotten suffocating, and you desperately needed a break from the high-energy atmosphere. You managed to slip into an empty hall and lean back against the wall, the boozy scent in your breath noticeable after drinking two of those yummy champagne drinks.

As you shoved off your suit jacket to get rid of heat on your back, throwing it on a nearby bench, you could've sworn someone said your name. Tanjiro was walking down the hall, a concerned look on his face when he saw you slumped in a hallway. He had stood in front of you and put his hand out, an invitation for you to stand next to him. You took his rough hand and stood up, a small groan coming out of your mouth as you did so.

"(Y/n), are you okay? I was looking for you." Tanjiro said, the concern in his voice clear and noticeable. You took a final deep breath before taking your suit jacket into your hands again. "I'm fine, needed a breather. It was too loud in the main room. It's not like you needed me with you anyways." Shit. That came out way more bitter than you thought.

Tanjiro faltered for a second, sensing the slight melancholic scent of your emotions with a touch of alcohol. Had you been drinking? He touched your arm, "Why don't we talk somewhere else? Somewhere with less noise. I want to talk to you." He tugged at your long sleeve dress shirt, pulling where the fabric was loose. "Sure," you had said, grabbing at his hand "Lead the way Mr. Kamado." He flushed, even though he was already pink too. Did he also have that champagne?

After enough wandering through the hallways (together this time) you two had found an unlocked door, Tanjiro pushed it open and let you in first, you looked around and saw a grand piano, music stands, spare music sheets, and used rosin thrown haphazardly. There was a large window in the middle of the room leading to a view of an internal garden, a willow tree stood by a rock garden with a small pond, the water rippling and distorting the moonlight's gaze.

There was a comfortable looking bench in front of the window, it looked worn and well-loved. Tanjiro had watched as you looked around and sat by the window, watching the garden like it was something new to you. You heard the door click shut, and Tanjiro's steps as he sat next to you. The bench creaked, and for a few seconds you thought it would break under you.

You could hear Tanjiro's breathing, steady and slightly nervous. You could smell his cologne along with the undertones of his scent you knew. He flexed his hands on his thighs, the smooth skin with small scars looked pretty in the moonlight. Eyes turned down to avoid the tense air. On second thought, maybe it was you but you smelled the champagne on him. "Did you drink, Tanjiro?" His head snapped up to meet yours

"I said that out loud didn't I? Sorry.." you laughed awkwardly and looked out the window, begging for an interruption to distract you. "No you're fine, I did drink. Rengoku told me to try one of the wisteria drinks Shinobu had patented, and Giyu invited me to a glass of wine." He had fidgeted, massaging the knuckles in his hand. "They we're both good, the wine was a little strong for me, the smells were overpowering. But I don't think I'll drink either after this, I'm not much for alcohol." He rambled on. The flush on his face growing darker by the second.

You laughed, "I could tell, you would always act so awkward when our coworkers would invite us to a bar after work. It doesn't hurt to try things once in a while though." You nudged him and winked, scooting closer to him, feeling his dress pants brush against yours.

A comfortable silence fell upon you both, Tanjiro geared up to say something, he looked focused before looking to you. "I, I really like how you look tonight, (Y/n). Your suit is so well-fitted, I can't help but stare." He let out a quiet sigh after admitting that he was staring at you. Now he had really been blushing, twirling at the fuzz on the bench with one finger.

You placed a hand on his, feeling the warmth that ran through his body. "I think you look good too," a shaky sigh left you involuntary, the effects of the champagne leaving the tips of your fingers tingly "really good, Tanjiro. I would say more but I don't want to embarrass myself or make you uncomfortable." You ran your thumb across his skin, feeling small goosebumps on the back of his hand.

Tanjiro leaned towards you, his thigh pressing against yours. He took a calloused hand and put it to your cheek, tilting it to look at him. He was always so warm, his fingers felt like they were imprinted onto your skin. You felt his breath fan your face, and his eyes burrowed into you, asking to spare a part of yourself deep within you to him. "You can say it, I don't mind. I want to hear you, (Y/n)." he whispered. You could barely hear the syllables spoken out loud, his hand inching down from your cheek to grab at your chin. Dragging his touch like spreading an ink brush across paper.

Oh. Wow, okay. You were sure you were shaking, your knees felt like jelly. You would probably fall over if you stood up. You swallowed thickly before saying "I think you look really handsome, alluring even. Everything about you just does something to me, especially tonight." Tanjiro inched forward, thumb barely touching the bottom of your lip. You inhaled sharply when he suddenly kissed you, reaching to grab his upper arm, lightly caressing the fabric of his suit.

He pulled away first, eyes dilated and wanting. He saw how the tie on your suit was moving to match with your breaths. Tanjiro surged forwards, itching to get another taste of you. You leaned back to him, almost bumping your noses in the heat of the moment. He took one hand and put it on your neck, thumb caressing your jawline, a pinky under the collar of your button up, and feeling your heartbeat through the vein in your neck. He felt you shiver, a quiet noise escaping your mouth when you had reached up to put your arms around his neck. Tanjiro separated from you again before diving back in with small kisses, ones on your lips and near them where he missed.

He got up from the bench all the while showing you affection. Rubbing at your cheekbone with one hand while the other stretched down, Tanjiro had hooked his fingers under your tie and pulled, loosening it enough to reach the buttons on your shirt above your warm skin. He was leaning over you now, the hand on your cheek going to your thigh for leverage. He blocked the moonlight from reaching you. "Wait— wait Tanjiro," he paused, looking at you with something you couldn't recognize. "Are you sure you want this? You want me?" You asked, maybe he would regret this once the buzz wears off, or if he was just toying with you, wanting to see how desperate you were.

"I've always wanted you (Y/n), wholly and completely. You're everything I want, and I want this with you." He had responded sincerely, a gentle smile on his face. With that response you practically jumped up and grabbed his waist to kiss him once more. A blush blooming on his cheeks as you pushed him against the wall. He fidgeted with the first two buttons on your shirt, he could feel the heat radiating off your skin. He wanted to see what it was like to taste your skin, how you would cry out for him in the throes of passion. As you nipped at his jawline, pressed small pecks on lips before taking his breath with one large one. Warm hands went through his neat hairstyle, disheveling it. When you reached the nape of his neck and tugged on the small strands he let out a moan, surprised at the sensation. With an unknowing strength he flipped you around, your back hitting the wall with a thud, finding you with a shocked look on your face. Your eyes dark and tainted by the command of lust.

You licked your lips, an invitation for him to dive back into you. He accepted, reciprocating an open mouth kiss, your breaths mingling together. The sounds in the music room weren't of string instruments and the grand piano but of rustling clothes and lips meeting. Hands wandered to unbutton stiff fabric, the occasional touch had a groan or a stifled noise in response, a pleasure coming from the close contact. He had lingered around your throat, fingers flitting down the space between the open buttons of your shirt. Tanjiro licked your bottom lip and you gladly let him in, pulling him in closer by his hips. He was languid and slow, eager to play a waiting game to see what you would do in return. He keened into your mouth when you tugged at his hair, pulling him infinitely closer to you. You could taste a hint of the bubbly wisteria champagne he had and a darker tone of the wine intruding. You retreated, watching Tanjiro's reaction at the lack of contact. His lips were puffy and glossy, his breathing erratic and his heart fluttered in his chest. You took him back in with a "C'mere." soon followed a quiet kiss with the promise of something deeper. A hand clenched around the waves in his hair, the other gripping onto Tanjiro's waist. You had rolled your hips out of instinct, the heated desire to be even closer now more prevalent. He had let out a desperate little noise, one only to be heard by you in situations like this.

Tanjiro had froze, eyes going wide and a hand covering his mouth. His face a bright red. He had hoped no one heard him, there was no lock on the door, and anyone could be out in the hall. You two stood still in fear of someone catching you. The tense moment passed waiting for steps in the hall or someone to open the door. Once everything had fallen into the regular silence, except your heavy breathing, Tanjiro's eyes flicked between your face and your neck. He had made his decision. You let out a gasp when he went to kiss your throat, first at your Adam's apple. He was soft and attentive, listening and reacting when you shivered or pulled him tighter to you. He nipped and sucked at the tender flesh, being sure to leave marks. Tanjiro hadn't known for how long he wanted to do this, it had seemed like an eternity's worth of time had passed since his first thought of leaving pretty bruises on your neck. Now as he did so he thought he was in the highest heaven, the whimpers and moans you would let out spurred him on, biting lightly on the blooming marks. Licking at them afterwards to soothe the skin. The quiet hiss of his name from your mouth satisfied him.

Tanjiro stopped his affections, choosing to rest his head in the crook of your neck. He let out a deep sigh, and his hands went to yours. Holding them gently, a drastic change from how bold he was moments before. You patted his hair down, moving the mussed up strands to their proper place as best you could. Some still stuck out, the proof of your tugging. He had begun to button up your shirt, the marks he left somewhat hidden by the white fabric. Some still showed, the ones on your jaw and Adam's apple looked blurry in the moonlight. A puff of air left you as he adjusted your tie and fixed your collar. Folding the crisp edge between forefinger and thumb. He had put a great amount of detail in fixing your outfit.

That time was passed in silence, hearing the muffled sounds of party-goers and footsteps passing in the halls. "Tanjiro," he flinched, hesitant eyes looking to you. "Do you.. want to leave? I doubt we can go back to the party like this," you gestured to your neck and creased shirt "People would probably ask where we've been and what we were doing." A hand linked with yours once more, fingers fitting together. He nodded, "We should go, and preferably before any of the pillars see us." He said.

The two of you left when the coast was clear, sneaking through empty halls to the entrance again. It was now barren, everyone invited now deeper into the mansion. You two were almost out, almost. A certain duo had arrived fashionably late, rushing to get into the banquet hall. Zenitsu made a full stop when he saw you two, hand in hand, leaving early. Inosuke ran into his side, wondering what was going on. "Um, Hi guys!" Tanjiro had practically shouted. His grip on your hand tighter than before. "What.. are you two doing?" Zenitsu questioned, Inosuke was just staring at you two. "Wait. Don't tell me you two–" Inosuke let out a cackle, "You two totally made out somewhere huh!? About damn time!!" Zenitsu looked shocked that Inosuke said it out loud, but by the way you and Tanjiro had appeared it was easy to figure out. "I– Don't say it out loud idiot!" He had bumped Inosuke with his elbow, "I mean, you Tanjiro? Did (Y/n) drag you into this? Did he?" Zenitsu was practically interrogating him.

Footsteps approached, ones that were confident and steady. The booming voice of Kyojuro Rengoku grew nearer. You pulled Tanjiro out of the "conversation" he was having with Zenitsu. When Rengoku's bright yellow and red hair came into view around the corner, you dragged Tanjiro out of the entrance and to the crisp air outside. You said some quick goodbyes as you left to Zenitsu and Inosuke, telling them to enjoy the party.

The moonlight looked pretty as you caught your breath from sneaking around. Tanjiro's earrings waved in the breeze as he looked at you, he was giddy at the thought of leaving early, but a small part of him felt discontent with you slipping through his grasp so soon. "Well, we have a lot to talk about huh?" You started, "Maybe we should meet up tomorrow to talk about us, I guess."

Tanjiro nodded, a quiet "yeah." escaping with a yawn. You approached him and kissed his cheek, a tender moment in the brisk air. "I'll see you tomorrow then, Tanjiro." He watched with a smile as you walked off, heading to your car and driving off into the night. He stood in place for a few more minutes, a hand going to the cheek where you had placed a sweet kiss, before eventually driving off himself.

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Second Steps & Thunder Follows || Zenitsu Agatsuma & M!Thunder Hashira!Reader HCs

warnings: SPOILERS FOR THE END OF DEMON SLAYER, violence

word count: 1,828 words

authors note: do these count as hcs? i feel like i've made them too long ;-;

"Zenitsu saw you for the first time since you've left gramps' place to become a Hashira. He wonders if you would recognize him amongst his friends..."

ah, where to start.

You and Zenitsu trained under gramps during similar times, You being a few years older when you turned 19 and higher ranked than both him and kaigaku.

You were elected as the new Rumbling Hashira after the position went empty years ago. You had mastered all 6 forms with years of hard work, and slaying demons had become no problem for you.

You would rarely interact with Zenitsu those days, Maybe you would wave to him and give him a kind smile. Or he would ask you for advice as you left the estate for another mission.

He always heard a joyous sound coming from you, it never dulled or mixed with any other noise.

Now he had passed the same final selection you went through before, he chose the ore, and had gotten his nichirin sword, the same kind he'd always asked to see when you were around back then.

as a demon slayer, he's sent to the butterfly mansion quite often, along with his friends for the injuries demons give him

and when he's there, when he's healed and is starting to through rehabilitation training (again) he hears that faint sound that reminded him so much of you

Shinobu had actually sent her crow to come and get you, she'd thought you'd be interested in the new breath of thunder user roaming around the mansion

So as you came in and made conversation with the insect pillar, She instructs you where to find the particular demon slayer. He was resting right now after finishing his training, she told you.

Zenitsu can hear your sound coming closer, and it's eating at him alive, he's not really sure if he's ready to see you again. 

He's anxious that you've died or something horrible happened.

that is until he hears 3 knocks on the shoji door, and your voice (sounding more mature than he last heard it) saying "can I come in?" nevertheless he mutters out a yes and you come walking in, your head high and the familiar white-lined haori coming into view.

You look at him in surprise "Zenitsu? You're the breath of thunder user Shinobu told me about?"

He's so happy you're alive, he's happy you're here with him. It's felt like years since the two of you had a proper conversation.

When he sees you standing at the foot of his bed, he cries. He wails, There's snot dribbling down his face and his eyes are red, he cries unashamed because you've never been bothered by it.

You sit down next to him and pat his head gently when he's reduced to sniffles.

You take a good look at his hands, feeling the callouses and scars on them. you give him a genuine smile one he hasn't seen in so long, and you say,

"You've worked so hard Zenitsu, I'm glad."

He starts crying again.

when your visit's over, and he goes to sleep he doesn't expect to see you wake him the next day. Shaking his shoulder and whispering at him to take his medicine.

Tanjiro and Inosuke aren't awake yet, and you suggest some specialized training after his rehabilitation training later in the day.

You didn't mention how hard you would beat him down during sparring with each other. He could feel the bruises and aches already.

"You're so mean to me (Y/n)! I feel like my arm's gonna fall off!" He says, still crumpled on the floor in pain

You look at him like you would a younger sibling, full of admiration. Unknown to him you've been evaluating him to see if he was fit to become your tsuguko. and he had clearly grown in his ability as a demon slayer since the day you've parted.

Zenitsu can hear the proud noise coming off you, You were proud of him. Even when he was on the floor clutching his injuries, with his dirty uniform, and the scuff marks on his face and hands.

He always feels like crying around you, you're so nice to him. He feels so warm, and his heart feels so light.

You pick him up and help him back to his room. You pat his head again and say a gentle goodnight before retreating back to your own room in the estate.

About 3 months later, He's called to your estate by your crow. He doesn't know why, but he only wishes it wasn't more of your extra training.

When he arrives he's instantly treated to a good meal and some well appreciated rest. How strange

He's reminded of how he ate with kaigaku in the evenings, and how back then he wished how you would've came into his life earlier so he could share meals with you too.

You two make conversation about life and what you two have been doing for the past few years.

He accidentally calls you 'Aniki' and he gets so flushed when you pat his head and give him a big bright smile.

Reconnecting with Zenitsu feels so natural.

When the sun is about to set, and inklings of a purple sky start to bloom you call him into your personal study. He's never seen it before, filled with books, writing, and drawing materials. You pull out a bundle of what seems to be a new uniform and passed it to him.

He fidgets with it for a bit before you chuckle and flick his forehead, telling him to open it.

A letter falls out, but what grabs his attention his the yellow-orange haori exactly like the one he wears over his demon slayer uniform.

Except it has a white lining, just like yours. He looks confused, and you answer the questions in his head

"So, i've been talking to Shinobu, and I've decided that I want you to be my tsuguko, Zenitsu," You look at his surprised face, "If you want to of course." You smile at him, and he instantly throws off his old haori for the new one.

He tackles you into a hug, but not crying this time, he's laughing and giggling when you hold onto him tighter. "Of course!" he yells out. He almost forgets the letter. And he goes to get it before asking you "what's this?"

you answer with a simple "It's a letter from gramps, I visited him while i was in the area for a mission, and he seemed please to hear you've improved a lot, 'neni."

He flushed at the new nickname.

"I don't know what the letter contains but i'm sure it's something positive, gramps was almost glowing when i told him you had the potential to become my tsuguko. He's proud of you for sure."

Zenitsu can't help himself, he feels so happy and throws himself into being your successor, so you can be proud of him too.

(Sometimes he really doesn't believe that you're already proud of him, even if he can hear the truth in your voice)

When Zenitsu returns to Tanjiro and Inosuke the day after. Tanjiro can smell the happiness coming off him in waves. His smile is as bright as sunshine.

He immediately blurts to them that he's your tsuguko now.

Tanjiro praised him, and of course, Inosuke says he can be a Tsuguko too, and pulls at the new haori.

Tanjiro wants to know more about you, so naturally Zenitsu tells him a lot. How you've mastered Thunder Breathing, How you two met and how he thinks you're the coolest person he's met.

Tanjiro smiles and thinks how he seems like a little sibling complimenting their older brother. The relationship you two have clearly resembles his and Nezuko's

He can smell the love emanating from Zenitsu, and he looks happier than he's ever seen.

He could also see the way he fought in missions now, Even when awake his swings had a sense of confidence in them when he built up the courage to fight a demon, and when asleep he was more powerful than before.

You actually invite Zenitsu and his friends to your estate at one point.

It was...chaotic to say the least.

You had seen the boy with the hanafuda earrings and the demon girl at the hashira meeting when he was interrogated.

The boar boy, he was like an animal. Crashing into furniture and supposedly claiming things as his.

(He yelled to fight you multiple times, and Tanjiro had to calm him down)

Zenitsu was frantic, wanting both of his friends to make a good impression on you.

You laughed and pat his head again, you praised him for making friends like them, although they were a tad rambunctious.

The demon girl, Nezuko, came out of her box when the sun set and smiled (?) at you (you couldn't tell with her muzzle)

You gave her headpats and she seemed to appreciate them greatly

In the end you treated them for dinner and let them rest in your estate before letting them loose the next morning.

Zenitsu hugged you before he left

Skip to the infinity castle arc... SPOILERS AHEAD

You and Zenitsu are grouped together when you encounter Kaigaku.

Zenitsu hears your happy sound become muddled with disappointment and sadness for the first time. And your bright eyes dull when you lay your eyes on Kaigaku.

He's mad, he's angry, Zenitsu feels a flood of so many emotions it almost overtakes him before you place a hand on his shoulder.

That kind moment ends when you disappear, taking on the swarm of demons outside the room.

He defeats kaigaku, and you saw the seventh form with your own eyes when you returned, almost blinding you.

You run in to catch him when he starts falling due to his injuries, and you see Kaigaku's form crumbling.

Zenitsu whispers an 'ani...ki' before passing out

The fates are surely cruel for having the last successors of thunder breathing end up like this.

Zenitsu wakes up from his vision with gramps, you're over him, and your tears fall like a spring rain before you realize his eyes are open.

You grip at his uniform, and the shreds of the haori you gave him. the white lining frayed and scorched in some areas.

With your strained voice you tell him "I'm so proud of you Zenitsu, you're amazing."

And he believes it when he pushes himself up and hugs you with the strength he can muster.

The sweet moment is over when he sees lightning shaped marks reaching from under your eyes to your clavicle.

The demon slayer mark..

He gets up, and stumbles at first and grips at his blade before leaning onto you and heading north. Towards Muzan. Towards your fate.

He has a bad feeling about this, not about Muzan, but those lightning marks on your face and neck...

#rené.writing #headcanons #fanfic #zenitsu x reader #zenitsu x male reader #zenitsu fluff #demon slayer fanfic #demon slayer zenitsu #zenitsu imagines #x reader #drabble #kny spoilers #tw.violence

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Playlist Passing By || Kusuo Saiki x Gn!Reader Drabble

warnings: N/A

word count: 848

summary: You hand Saiki a playlist and run off somewhere, as he listens to the songs he comes to a realization, your confession.

pronouns: NO PRONOUNS USED

author's note: no way rené's posting omg /s anyways, I really hope I've characterized Saiki properly (〃ノ∇ノ) even with the little dialogue included in this drabble + this was inspired by my music lover Saiki hcs

☆︎ a guide to reading Saiki's dialogue; 'this sentence is false.' = Saiki thinking "this sentence is false" = Saiki speaking, using his telepathic ability ☆︎

"He knew all about how you thought of him, and it was gentler, softer, less abrasive than your other "competitors"

Throughout the school day Saiki can practically feel your near-constant stare burning through him, even without his abilities. You're giving him no chance to peek through your mind, your thoughts slowing to almost Nendo's level or racing like Akechi's.

The end of the day comes by, and you ask him to stay behind in the classroom for a few minutes. When he begrudgingly stays, he sees you struggling with your bag, and you pull out a CD pushing it into his hands and rushing out the classroom, a warmth on your face his pyrokinetic ability can sense.

He doesn't hear from you after, and he doesn't see you with the other group of his "friends" at the school gate. Upon asking Kaido says you went home to study for a few tests coming up, 'an obvious lie. but if they don't wanna talk I won't force them to.' he thinks.

As he walks home, the taste of coffee lingering in his mouth from Café Mami, he remembers about the disc. "how am I even gonna listen to it?" he says out loud to himself. Once he gets home and rummages around he promptly finds a CD player stuck behind his father's empty boxes of Gundam figurines

Thank god for the headphone jack on the CD player. As he flops down on his bed and loads it in he can hear the whirring of the disc as it spins, seeing the smiley faces and flowers you drew in marker blur. The first song fades in,

"Mrs. Magic, to and fro // Please give me one last show // Loosen my mind from within // Before it starts to wear and thin"

The instrumental of the song is peaceful, and the hazy-esque singing brings an air of drowsiness to Saiki, making him feel like he's sinking into his bed. Before he can really get into it, the song fades out and the next slides in after. Maybe the songs you loaded in the disc won't be so bad.

"...That you made with plastic power // Your rhinestone eyes are like factories far away // Here we go again // That's electric-tric-tric-tric-tric.."

An energetic song, a catchy beat and a fun chorus almost makes Saiki wanna tap his foot along to the beat. He catches every instrumental piece of the song and takes note to check the song out again.

He looks over the CD case, and sees a folded note with all the songs and what they mean to you. The same doodled flowers and smiley faces are drawn into the paper, and for a second he catches himself thinking how cute the amount of effort you put into a playlist for him— before stopping himself and focusing again on the music.

"...It will take a while // To make you smile // Somewhere in these eyes // I'm on your side"

By the third song in, Saiki digs into the meaning of the mellow songs, some of the bullet points in the notes explaining how they remind you of himself, and others thinly veiled under the guise of music recommendations. In reality, these songs all had to do in some shape or form with the concept of love or admiration.

He knew how you masked your crush on him with the thoughts of a close friendship, how your body would unnaturally tense when you reprimanded yourself for your wandering mind and when you yearned a little too much. He knew all about how you thought of him, and it was gentler, softer, less abrasive than your other "competitors"

As he lay, the sun setting over the suburban neighborhood. The songs still played. And he kept thinking about it all, why all the songs you had burned onto the disc made him feel nauseous (in a good way?) when he connected their meaning to you. He let out a sigh and shifted, letting a song ring out into the emptiness of his room, Disconnecting the headphones and putting them down somewhere on his bed.

"...While the others talk // We were listening to lovers rock // In her bedroom, in her bedroom // And if you start to kiss // And the record skips // Flip it over and sit a little closer"

Alright, maybe his imagination wandered when this specific song played. The thought of you playfully teasing him after a party, tipsy and happy, being teenagers and fooling around made Saiki feel what he thought he never would've.

Saiki was alright with your attraction to him, how you would think about inching closer to him but holding back knowing he liked his space. When you would invite him to study at Café Mami but ordering dessert instead and make small talk. Your uncanny way of knowing when he needed to de-stress and get away from it all after dealing with your chaotic friend group, dragging him off with a white lie and sharing assorted candies that you now carried in your bag after finding out he was practically addicted to sugar.

Maybe you weren't so bad to hang around, and Saiki would finally admit to himself that he genuinely enjoyed your company.

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a list of the songs mentioned: Mrs. Magic -Strawberry Guy // Rhinestone Eyes -Gorillaz // Space Song -Beach House // Lovers Rock -TV Girl

#rené.writing #the disastrous life of saiki k. #saiki no psi nan #saiki k #saiki kusuo x reader #saiki k x reader #saiki k x gn reader #drabble #writing #fanfic #x reader

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Golden Boy, Fanged Beast || Zenitsu Agatsuma x M!Demon!Reader

warnings: minor violence, blood

word count: 2,553 words

pronouns: he/him

author's note: The reader uses a blood demon art that involves them manipulating their nichirin blade at free will. He's similar to Genya, gaining power from eating demons instead of humans.

"He saw the demon approach, the nichirin blade he once saw embedded in the palm of his hand."

Zenitsu found himself on another solo mission, 'right when Tanjiro and Inosuke are almost healed' he thought, he felt bitter about going alone. There had been reports of demons stalking the area and taking villagers who had been on the outskirts of town. He had one of his hands on the hilt of his sword and the other at his side. Chuntaro was chirping a sweet melody on top of Zenitsu's head, Gaining looks from passerby as he finally entered the village by late in the afternoon. Surprisingly he wasn't as scared as usual, probably because the sun was still out.

He had time to kill, so he went around the village asking the people what they had seen (and reacting horribly to it) The outskirts of town weren't bad at all, the only difference being that homes would be more sparsely distanced and the free territory made for easy pickings for a demon with a blood art technique.

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As the night rolled in Zenitsu's senses were on high alert, and he could hear the faint sounds of a demon in the area. The shadows of everything had looked long and distorted, not like normal night time shadows. Sometimes the clouds blocking the moon would roll past and he could see that the shadows really were weird. It wasn't just a part of his imagination.

His eyes widened, in a second he unsheathed his nichirin blade, but stood and cowered from something he didn't know where it was. He heard the low hum of a demon nearby, He didn't know from where. It was so dark, and the landscape seemed to shift no matter where he looked. The more he focused on his hearing, he found two demons roaming the area, their noises approaching Zenitsu.

He was petrified to say the least, the sound of a demon came even closer, and in front of him the shadows twisted and bent into a human like form. Zenitsu forced his body into a stance, his hands rattling his sword. 'God not like this! I don't wanna die because of a creepy shadow demon!' The shadows melted off the demon, and he saw the figure of a muscular woman, her features demonic and fangs poking out of her lips. The split second he saw her, she lunged. Zenitsu screamed and dodged, stepping backwards, and somehow falling on his back.

The female demon kept swiping at him with her long claws, Zenitsu could only block with his sword and shuffle backwards, hoping to gain some distance from those attacks. As Zenitsu held her attacks back he heard the almost lighter hum of the other demon. The sound was recognizable as a demon's although it had a twinkle of bells along with the heavy bass of a regular demon, it was approaching, and fast.

He heard a whisper from far away, "Blood Demon Art, Horizontal Arching Blade.." and he saw it, a dark (f/c) nichirin blade spinning towards the female demon, decapitating her without mercy. As soon as he saw it it flew away again, aiming in the direction it came from. The female demon yelled out "Traitor!" before slowly disintegrating. He put down his sword as soon as the body stopped moving, and crawled away from it. His body still in overdrive from that fearful situation. 'The other demon was still alive though' and once again he shook in place. He saw the demon approach, the nichirin blade he once saw embedded in the palm of his hand. In his other hand, he saw a conical hat with a long fabric pinned around it.

The demon put down the hat and tugged at the nichirin blade, letting out a hiss when it slid out. Blood spurted out for a few moments before starting to heal although slowly. The ominous clouds disappeared along with the stretched shadows, letting Zenitsu get a better sight of the demon man. He sheathed the (f/c) sword and took a look at the golden-haired boy. He said nothing to Zenitsu, who was staring at him with a slack jaw and wide eyes. So he went to eat. The demon took a disintegrating hand and bit off the fingers, 'H-he's eating the demon!? That's disgusting!' Zenitsu looked on with a terrified face, Wondering why he was assigned this mission if this, demon slayer? was here anyways.

"What are you looking at?" The demon spoke and Zenitsu yelped. He took a good look at the demon who was grabbing his hat again, the scratches on his face and hands were healing a little faster now, there wasn't a single dent on his uniform, except for his torn haori, the pattern broken in some places with big rugged scratches. "You're a..demon.." Zenitsu muttered, the demon raised an eyebrow and replied "Clearly." His sound was the one he heard earlier, the twinkling bells. Zenitsu dropped his sword, fell on his knees and grabbed the leg of the demon before babbling, "ah! Thank you so much for saving me! I swore I was a goner before you came in. You might be a demon but maybe we can be together and go on missions together!!"

The demon flushed, grabbing the boy by his golden hair and tugging him off his leg. "What the hell are you on about?" His fangs showing in his discontent expression. Zenitsu only rubbed his head, where the demon pulled. "You were a good distraction for that woman until I finally had an opening to kill her. So I guess you're useful as bait, You don't even know my name. How dare you say that we'll be all buddy-buddy if you don't even know me?" Zenitsu got up and sheathed his blade, still weary of the demon.

"Maybe we can get to know each other on the way back to the butterfly mansion!" Zenitsu suggested as he pointed the way back through the village. The demon put on his hat, the fabric draping down his shoulders, around his face, and blocking his nice features from Zenitsu. "Urhg, Fine. Lets go."

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The way back to headquarters wasn't that far, the sun would rise by then, which concerned the demon slightly. Zenitsu could feel the tension in the air, and without any hesitation decided to break it. "..So, what's your name? You never told me back in that village." The demon turned towards Zenitsu and sighed "My name is (Y/n) (L/n), I never told you cause you never asked." (Y/n) said in return. "(Y/n), that's a pretty name, it suits you, anyways. Why are you slaying demons if you're one yourself?"

(Y/n) sighed again and started speaking, "It would be a long story, but the short story would be that that man, turned me into a demon to taunt me to keep me alive when I was on the verge of death. I kill the others out of revenge, and when that man is dead i'll take my own blade and end my life. When I die I wish to be forgotten, so the world doesn't have to remember about my existence as a demon." Zenitsu could only look at the fabric hiding the face in the hat. Feeling the emotions in (Y/n)'s voice.

"Well, I don't think you should be forgotten, your resolve to eliminate Muzan is admirable. Your story deserves to be told, you know?" Zenitsu commented, and they both fell into a silence. "Maybe, but that's just the way I prefer it" (Y/n) said, before pulling out bandages and wrapping his wrists and hands in it.

"W-why are you doing that? are you still hurt? we can hurry to the butterfly mansion if you want!" Zenitsu fumbled and approached (Y/n) taking a hand in his and inspecting it for injuries. 'His hands, they aren't that cold as i thought they would be' (Y/n) laughed as Zenitsu looked up at him. He let go of the demon's hand and blushed, "I wrap my hands when the sun is about to rise, not one inch of my body can tolerate the sun so I put them on when I feel the sun coming up. I take them off at night when i'm fighting, since the fabric doesn't let me get a good grip on my nichirin blade." (Y/n) finished and Zenitsu was still staring up at him, fascinated by his laughter. 'It's so nice, it sounds so kind. why is he a demon if he's as gentle as a human?'

You pulled him out of his thoughts when you were down the dirt road you were walking on. "Oi! We're not getting to the mansion any faster with you just standing around, Zenitsu." He snapped out of it quickly and ran to catch up to the other demon slayer. (Y/n) let out a chuckle when he saw the golden-haired boy running towards him.

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The sun was almost up, the demon could feel it. It was always risky taking the chance to walk in the sunlight covered in all black. Hoping that the sun wouldn't peek through the multiple layers of clothes.

Zenitsu noticed (Y/n) slowing down, taking time to bask in the shadows of the tree branches along the road. He could hear the nervous energy (Y/n) carried on his shoulders. Zenitsu went back and grabbed the sleeve of the demon's haori, and asked "are you alright? we can stop for a moment if you're tired or anything!" Chuntaro was worried too, it's wild chirps and fluttering wings showing concern for the hidden man. "I'll.. be fine, all I need is a moment to rest." (Y/n) walked towards a large tree on the side of the dirt path, and ungracefully sat down with the clatter of his equipment. He panted under the hat, trying hard to breath with all the layers of black he wore. He hadn't noticed Zenitsu sitting down next to him, placing an encouraging hand on (Y/n)'s shoulder. After a few moments of hearing the nature surrounding them, (Y/n) slumped over on Zenitsu's shoulder, surprising him, he moved his hand off of the other demon slayer's shoulder in case he felt uncomfortable. His breaths had slowed and a calm noise surrounded (Y/n). The twinkling of bells and the sound of a slow stream flooded Zenitsu's senses, he smiled softly as (Y/n)'s sound emanated through the dewy air. There was no stream nearby, nor a rope of bells, only the serene sounds of the morning woods like birds chirping and the grass and leaves swaying along with the wind that accompanied the beautiful noise the demon made.

The hat (Y/n) wore was bothering Zenitsu, but he didn't care for it. He wanted the (Y/n) to rest well, he could still hear his anxieties about the sun surrounding him, but fading away slightly as they both took in the atmosphere of the wonderful morning. Under his hat (Y/n) was smiling, smiling so softly it reminded him when he lived as a human. When he loved without consequence, when he could stretch his arms high in the sky and watch dense clouds roll by. His eyes were crinkled, and he felt the moisture of morning tears on his eyelashes. Who knew a golden haired boy, a wonderful golden haired boy could make him feel human once again? Under his hat, the fat tears rolled down his face and the fanged beast smiled with a sincerity he thought he'd lost when he became a creature of the dark.

Zenitsu could hear it all, your smile and the tears brushing past your eyelashes. He felt the shake of your shoulder, and heard the quiet sniffles you tried to hide, the sound of you falling asleep on his shoulder. He could hear the nostalgic feeling of day's past on you, even if he didn't experience that himself. The twinkling of bells rang even louder, the stream dulled into a drip drop of water, but what he didn't hear before was surprising, a meadow's worth of flowers encompassed him completely, he could feel the flowers dancing by his feet in the wind, the bees and butterflies moving by peacefully, he smelt the sweet fragrance of flowers and pollen, he could feel you, you, you, you. this was all you. This sound so wonderful it reminded him of a past he did not know and never had.

This was hidden behind the body of the demon he came to know in a few hours. As he came out of his vision he saw his hand wrapped in yours, feeling the soft bandages around your cool hands. He wished he could've stayed in that meadow, he wished he could live there for the rest of his days. He wished he met you when you were human. What would've happened? would they know each other as well as they do now, would they be even closer? so close to being inseparable, to be one? Maybe it could happen, a small voice in his head said, as Zenitsu unconsciously rubbed his thumb on (Y/n)'s hand lulling him into a deeper state of calm. Maybe the demon cure could be used for him too, the voice said again, louder.

Maybe you two could sit like this in the sun, soaking in the warmth it gives. The voice said again, even louder. Maybe I could touch him with the warmth of the sun, Zenitsu said. Maybe he could touch me back with the warmth of the sun and the sounds of his kindness, Zenitsu said again. His eyes widened, and his grip on (Y/n)'s hand tightened ever-so-slightly, just enough to stir him from his little nap.

Zenitsu looked at the cloth covering the demon slayer's face, and wondered how he would look as a human, how he used to look, how it would feel to hold (Y/n)'s face in the palms of his hands and drown him with the affection he wanted to share. How it would feel like to be lovingly stared at by those warm, warm eyes. He flushed at his own thoughts, banishing them (even if momentarily) from his head. It was still early enough to where any demon slayers wouldn't come looking for them, the sun was now showing itself to the world, blessing the trees, the plants, the flowers, the forest creatures, the golden boy and the fanged beast that sat under the tree that protected one and fueled the dreams of another.

Zenitsu took another look at (Y/n)'s hand in his own. Seemingly admiring how well they would fit, hopefully without the bandages one day. His eyes felt droopy, and he leaned his head back on the bark of the tree. A nap with (Y/n) wouldn't hurt. There was a long time before night struck again, and they were both somewhat comfortable. Chuntaro seemed to agree with the idea too, finding comfort in between the two of you, chirping silently when it closed its eyes and rested. Zenitsu closed his eyes slowly and relaxed. Nothing mattered now but the symphony of sound you and the woods created together. The golden boy and the fanged beast fell asleep, hand in hand, and heart to heart.

#TW.violence #TW.blood #rené.writing #zenitsu x reader #zenitsu x you #demon slayer zenitsu #zenitsu fluff #zenitsu imagines #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #zenitsu x male reader #demon slayer fanfic

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Helping them after their top surgery HCs || Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira

warnings: surgery, medical procedures, & mentions of gender dysphoria

word count: 753 words

summary: you helping the boys after their top surgery! takes place in a Modern AU with Trans!Tanjiro, Trans!Zenitsu, and Trans!Inosuke

authors note: I'm trans myself so this was fun to write! I hope I can have my own top surgery sooner or later, but for now I'll live vicariously through the boys (^^ゞ This can be read as platonic or romantic!

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Tanjiro Kamado

After his surgery, and after he's coherent enough, he's really happy that you'd help him recover, it means a lot to him to have you by his side.

Because he's wearing a compression binder for a week you help him freshen up, help change his clothes, & wash his hair (he really likes it when you wash his hair)

Nezuko visits him often too, bringing Tanjiro's favorite sweets and sometimes takeout that he craves. Outside of his room and talking to you her eyes tear up because she's so happy that Tanjiro's in the body he's wanted for a long long time.

Tanjiro's a little bummed he can't do his physical activities for a while, but some of the hashiras drop by to congratulate him. It lifts his spirit a lot. Rengoku especially motivated him to recover faster.

Down the line when most of the bruising and post-surgery aches are gone he looks at himself in the mirror so often, he has such a happy smile and he laughs excitedly when he can wear tank tops, crop tops, and button ups without a binder or his dysphoria stopping him.

Speaking of binders, he donates his less used ones to organizations that can give them to trans youth, He's really happy where he's at, and for him life can only get better with the people around him.

Zenitsu Agatsuma

Out of surgery Zenitsu is incoherent and whining about feeling sluggish when he finally realizes after surgery that his chest is actually flat. He definitely cries, blubbering to you wondering how this happened and wanting to recover really quickly.

When he comes home you're there every step of the way, it makes him happy that someone's there for him while being on this journey alone for the most part.

His hair gets greasy fast, so you introduce him to wet wipes and dry shampoo when he can't shower. When it comes to lifting his arms he practices a bit day by day and his recovery goes a little faster.

He loves wearing your hoodies during a nap, he hasn't returned some but that's alright. He looks cuter in them than you do.

One thing he doesn't like is the near constant aches and having to take pain medications often. He practically melts into his bed, begging you to bring him food or his laptop so he can continue building his "epic fortress of rumbling thunder" in minecraft. Nonetheless you oblige for a little while.

Once he recovers for the most part he runs his fingers against his scars in a bathroom mirror and it finally hits him. He got top surgery, his chest is finally like he wanted it to be. He thanks you all the time for helping him, by making him food, washing him, taking care of his scars, and administering his testosterone shots.

When he's fully recovered he's practically shirtless 24/7 in his apartment, His scars are smaller than average and he calls them his "lightning strikes" sometimes, he's really proud of his scars, and these days his smile is so much brighter than it was before

Inosuke Hashibira

Oh god he's a hassle to deal with, straight out of surgery he's behaving like himself, immediately wanting to go back home and eat some comfort foods

When you two get back home he insists on cooking (when you both know he can't cook for shit) and he sits near you with a pout on his face as you serve him his favorite shrimp tempura

He completely ignores some of the doctor's medical advice and starts stretching his arms like he didn't just go under the knife. It leads to his scars stretching and he really likes them. He thinks they're badass

When you wash his hair or wipe him down with wipes he eases into it and admits that you've been a great help to him, like a useful underling. (You smile because that's the closest thing to a compliment from him)

He takes pictures shirtless and sends it to the group chat with you, Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Nezuko and some other friends. They're blurry half the time and his scars are always prominent, he doesn't type a message but strings along emojis as a form of talking.

If anything after his top surgery he acts more like himself, he's a whole new person. Way more willing to tackle you into a couch or attack you while you cook something for the both of you. He becomes more affectionate, in his own way to you and others.

#rené.writing #x reader #drabble #fanfic #zenitsu agatsuma #zenitsu x reader #tanjiro kamado #inosuke hashibira #inosuke x reader #trans zenitsu #trans tanjiro #trans inosuke #transgender #lgbtq #demon slayer x gender neutral reader #demon slayer fanfic #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer zenitsu #kimetsu tanjiro #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu anime #kny x reader #kny #TW.Surgery #TW.medical procedures #TW.gender dysphoria

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Easy Living || Zenitsu Agatsuma x Gn!Reader, Afterlife Collab

warnings: Angst, Descriptions of Character Death, Blood, Spoilers for the end of Demon Slayer

word count: 2,955 words

authors note: this is for the Afterlife Collab with @httptamaki and @myrulia !! them and all the other collaborators have worked hard on their fanfics so i encourage you to check out the masterlist (▰∀◕)ﾉ

hopefully this turned out well! i wanted to write the canonical part of demon slayer's reincarnation into this and i think i did a good job incorporating a purgatory/heaven and reincarnation into this fic >.<!!

Living for you is easy living // It's easy to live when you're in love // And I'm so in love // There's nothing in life but you - Easy Living, Billie Holiday

Zenitsu walks around in a peach orchard, not knowing where to go, but letting the cool breeze take him through the trees blossoming sweet fruit. His long hair flutters in the wind, and he smiles as it tickles his neck and the sides of his face.

Soon he is taken to a house, He has an itching feeling that he's seen this before, but he brushes it off and enters through the front door. Taking his shoes off before continuing to explore the house. In the main hall there were multiple things he looked at, A lightning patterned sword and a (f/c) colored sword on display under photos of him, a beautiful person with (h/c) hair, and other people who's faces seemed blurry. As he looked more at the person who was always next to him in photos he could hear clattering and the movement of utensils a few rooms away in the kitchen along with serene humming. He decided to follow the sounds.

In return he found the beautiful person in the flesh preparing food, and he stood in silence as he enjoyed the domestic sight. He felt connected to them, even if it felt somewhat distant to him now. He snapped out of his thoughts when you turned around and almost dropped what you hand in your hands. You wiped your hands down on a rag before rushing to embrace Zenitsu. "Oh! Zeni, you're home!" He flushed at the close contact, how your arms seemed to fit around him perfectly, and the way you said his name with a fondness he couldn't remember before...before, something.

Out of instinct he kissed your cheek, and although confused he enjoyed the way the sound your heart beat pitter-pattered, and how you would smile at him so sincerely. As you asked him about his day and he replied he would drag his hands up your shoulders, neck and up to your face. He could feel the warmth of your skin and the small shiver when he moved his thumbs over your cheeks. He could feel something coming back to him, a piece of him that had been covered by a heavy fog in his mind. Your relationship, how it started in the Final Selection and continued up to here. In your shared home by the peach orchard.

You smiled and your eyes watered as you saw some familiarity come back into Zenitsu's eyes, he had finally recognized you. It took so many tries, so many you've lost count, but he's finally remembered and progressed enough to enter this house and greet you. At first you didn't even see him, You'd only stand at the engawa and try to see his yellow hair among the greens from the orchard. It was up until the 13th repeat that you saw him standing at the tree line, staring blankly at the home you were trapped in, before he took a step back and you were sent to repeat this purgatory all over again. You'd hear him enter the home countless of times too, hearing him pause at the framed pictures and artifacts of your demon slaying adventures before they'd abruptly ended. And even then it would reset, By the 37th repeat he would only stand and stare again at the pictures, trying to make sense of the people in it.

You had died before Zenitsu, in the infinity castle helping defeat an upper moon with Mitsuri, Obanai, and Yushiro. Your body had been mangled, and what was left of you, your haori was drenched in your own blood. Tanjiro had been kind enough to grab it before the castle broke through the surface of the earth. Those were your final moments, feeling the infinite fortress moving up, and you faded away quietly compared to the chaos surrounding you at that moment.

Then you woke up here, in a two person futon. In this comforting home. As you remembered details about yourself more items would fill the home, more foods, more decorations, more clothes. Everything that made you, you took up this space. The same happened when Zenitsu remembered of his past life, his favorite color and foods and activities and everything else you loved about him in silence before you died appeared in the home. When you would go and hug him, Call him "Zeni!" with a love-stricken tone. That wasn't you, but what you wish you could've done when you were alive. Then pictures appeared in your own room, Pictures of a wedding, you in tradicional wedding garb holding onto someone's hand, and as the resets passed the picture would become clearer. Zenitsu had his hair longer, some of it pulled back into a ponytail, and his face looked sharper as he appeared to be in wedding garb too. He looked to be about 20, and you realized you did too. When you looked at yourself in a mirror or in a basin of water you would find yourself looking more mature. Your dreams of settling down with Zenitsu, an impossible dream, had twisted itself to become the reality you set yourself into.

It felt dizzying to be (Y/n) Agatsuma. You don't remember anything after your death, but here was proof you two married. You were sure he felt the same way, why you would treat him like you were a doting housewife. Right now, Him caressing your face was the farthest you'd had reached in the resets. All the tears you shed before felt like nothing compared to him treating you so kindly. His face was still kind of blank when he didn't focus on you, like all his memories were only remembered if they involved you. So you set up the table and let him sit down first before you prepared everything and sat down with him to eat. In every reset you would prepare his favorite dish when he would come in, hoping to spark a memory. When he took a bite of the food he let out a pleasant hum, "Y/n, dear, you've always made the best food i've ever had!" Zenitsu looked at your flushed form and loose body language. You felt like kissing him breathless, yet wanting to stay as still as a statue to prevent another reset. It was conflicting and confusing. How many more resets would it take? How much longer would you have to live in this loop?

You thanked him meekly and sat closer to him, almost leaning on his shoulder and reflecting on his praise, it didn't sound like him. Not like the times he would stutter and call you "Y/n-chan!!" when you accidentally flustered him. Dinner had passed and you two cleaned up the kitchen and dining room before walking together to the engawa closest to the sunset. As you two sat down, hand in hand you started a risky conversation. Something that could ruin the peace of this good streak. "Zenitsu.. Do you believe in an Afterlife? a heaven or hell everyone goes to?" You didn't dare take a look at his face, your fears clawed at your back, and you waited for his response with baited breath. "I..I Don't really know, It always seemed like a possibility, but I don't have to think about that for a long time, considering i'm living the rest of my life with you by my side." He looked at your avoiding stare, and squeezed your hand gently, he gave you a smile, the one that was reserved for you and only you.

You whipped your head around to his own, "Zeni, you must've thought about it right? Even if i wasn't there you must've thought about where you'll go when you die, when we were younger you were so worried about dying all the time." Zenitsu could hear your stressed tone as the bold yellow, orange, and purple illuminated your face in the sunset. He was confused by your statement, not being able to recall his cowardly nature. You saw his eyes grow darker with unfamiliarity and you knew what was coming. You tried to speak to him, get him to recognize your past together. As the tears ran down your face you suddenly "woke up" in the futon you and Zenitsu would've shared if he remembered the weight of his past life.

Your tears didn't hesitate to drip down your face when you sat up, your hands covering your eyes to block the painful reminders of what wasn't real. That last reset had been the last straw, you had resorted to pushing everything down to be the perfect catalyst to help Zenitsu remember, but it only hurt you as you kept on sobbing, your tears couldn't stop, the time you would spend doing your usual routine was spent crying. You gripped onto the covers and brought them to your face to muffle the sound of your sadness. You knew it wouldn't work on Zenitsu, his extraordinary hearing could decipher whatever you were feeling.

Zenitsu blinked and he appeared in the peach orchard, again. Again. He knew he had been here before, the wind was pushing him in the direction of the home he now remembered. He felt like he had left something behind, something important. He started running and tripped over a root, and it all came back to him. His childhood, his training, Gramps and Kaigaku, passing the final selection, meeting Tanjiro Kamado, Inosuke Hashibira, and (Y/n) (L/n). (Y/n) (L/n), that name lit up something in Zenitsu, and he remembered the last moment he had with them. Sitting with them at sunset and talking about what comes after death.

It hit him, he was dead. Zenitsu remembered his final moments, using his God Speed move on Muzan multiple times before his legs failed him and he had been struck by the whips head on. As he lay dying he remembered the noise of the world and the noise of the final fight fading away.

He picked himself up and started running again, even with the scrapes on the palms of his hands and how his legs ached, as if he had used his breath style too much. He had passed through the trees, and the wind seemed to encourage him to run faster, even with the pain of knowing he never married while alive, knowing the agony of never being able to talk to his friends or savor the sounds they made he was used to. He stopped at the tree line of the orchard and across from him he saw the estate he had trained in to become a demon slayer, now refurbished as a home, as he remembered your smile he entered the home and heard crying. He brushed past your nichirin blades, and the picture of you, him, tanjiro, inosuke, and uzui with his wives with all their faces clear as day, after defeating daki and gyutaro, the pair of upper moons in the red light district.

It didn't matter if he remembered everything from his last walking dream, how you greeted him with such kindness, and how your sound was so loving towards him, even while you two were alive. How you loved him wholeheartedly even if he didn't remember anything else. The sobbing coming from a bedroom silenced for a moment before coming back at full force, Zenitsu rushed to the room where it came from and as he swung the door open he saw your tear filled eyes and your sad sounds envelop him. You were still crying on the futon and he dove towards you, wrapping himself around you in hopes to comfort you in some way. You kept on crying on his shoulder, gripping onto his clothes. You noticed tears that weren't your own dampen your clothes and his shaking body as you still cried. Zenitsu pulled away from you, his hands on your shoulder as he cried out apologies, "I-I'm so sorry, I'm sorry (Y/n). I'm sorry I didn't remember anything. I'm sorry I put you through all this (Y/n)-chan!" He hid his face in the crook of your neck as you took your turn to comfort him while he cried. You removed the tie from his ponytail and smoothed down his hair, you kissed the top of his head and took one of his hands in yours as you two continued to cry.

As your crying slowed, and you two sniffled into each other's arms Zenitsu spoke, "I..(Y/n), I remember how I died. I don't- I don't want to remember but every time I think of anything else it hurts me," He stumbled through his words as his crying ceased. "I died without being able to love someone. If anything, that's what i regret the most, (Y/n).." He continued to soothe himself, and he finally let go of you to sit on the futon with his head down still thinking about everything he could remember. You smiled before getting up, much to his confusion, and grabbing a picture frame. As you sat back down you passed the frame to him, and he saw the two of you, with bright smiles and holding hands. The picture was beautiful, and he looked up at you when he realized when it was a picture of a wedding. He flushed, and when you smiled at him, he felt his heart slamming in his chest. "Funny thing about not being able to marry Zeni'." You stood up again and gave your hand out to him, He accepted and stood up with you. You led him to a closet, and when you opened it the wedding garb had been at the forefront. "It seems like we got married some time ago here." He reached out to touch the clothes he saw himself wearing in the photo, and everything felt real.

He took you into a hug, and you swayed side to side when the hug seemed to drag out for a while. He looked at you, with something you couldn't make out, and he exclaimed "We're married?! We're together! (Y/n)-chan that makes me so happy!" he giggled lightly "Wait, who took who's family name?" he asked. You replied, "I don't know Zeni, but I think (Y/n) Agatsuma sounds pretty good, right?" He turned a bright red and hid a smile under his hand, "Aah! Don't tease me! but I'm so glad I got to marry someone as pretty as you! You're amazing (Y/n), I love you! I love you (Y/n)-chan! I've loved you since you saved me from that demon!" It was your turn to flush when he told you those words while holding you close to him. "..I love you too, Zenitsu. I thought you were in love with Nezuko when we were alive, to be honest. One of the things i regret not doing before dying was confessing to you, even with the chance of rejection." You smiled up at him, and the sunlight filtering through the room seemed to make you glow. "I'm so happy that we're together, even after death. You make me happy Zenitsu." You tugged at the hem of his haori, and brought him down to kiss you.

The kiss was light and sweet, Zenitsu could hear the adoration coming from you, and as you kissed him again and again, cupping his face and smothering him with your affections. He let out little noises, small gasps and sighs. It was wonderful. Zenitsu is wonderful, that's the word you would use to describe him. He shines like wished-on coins in a fountain, he smells like he bathed in the essence of peaches, and although his hands were rough from years of training (as were yours) every other part of him you could reach felt plush and soft, His hair looked like golden silk in the sun, and you longed to touch it, to see what he would do if you ran your hands in his hair. He was, is, and will always be perfect to you. No matter what, your love for him surpassed death.

And as the world faded around you two, nothing else mattered but his comforting embrace around you. You pushed a hand into his long hair, finding that it wasn't there. Zenitsu appeared before you, as the cowardly teenager you met, you saw your uniform on your arm, the haori you retired and your blade on your body you were in the body you had first met him. His choppy hair was fluffy, and as you slowed your barrage of kisses you saw him start to sniffle. His hand glowing a soft dandelion color before dissipating like the world around him,

"I don't wanna leave you (y/n), not again." he choked out, Zenitsu tipped his head onto your shoulder as more of his body started to glow

"We'll find each other again Zenitsu, we'll always be together, and i hope we can be like this, like lovers, in our next lives," You said, the hand cradling his shoulder glowed and dissipated too. His tears were soaked up by your uniform, and eventually they couldn't even fall. The tears had looked like a golden ichor before disappearing in the air. You had started crying again, before letting out a small laugh and pulling him closer to you with what body parts you had left. "I love you dearly Zeni, never forget that."

You were both glowing completely, him a light yellow color, and you a pearly white. As you looked at his smiling face for the last time, everything felt like nothing. And the peaceful world you had made for you and Zenitsu had disappeared as quickly as it was made.

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Soulmate AU HCs || Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira

warnings: N/A

word count: 1,192 words

pronouns: NO PRONOUNS USED

authors note: the reader is a different person for each hc, but there aren't any descriptors. Tanjiro's is the only "unconventional" soulmate au, but I feel like it fits him :) i hope y'all enjoy!

"you drop your snack and pinch yourself to make sure you're not dreaming again"

Tanjiro Kamado

you share your skills with Tanjiro, and vice versa.

You trained under Mitsuri, and as her tsuguko you thoroughly understand the Breath of Love.

Until one day when you're sparring with kanao and as some pillars watch, you twist your body instinctively and perform the Breath of Water's third form, Flowing Dance.

Giyuu's eyes widen and you stand there stunned after doing a move you never trained for. He questions you, and after a trial battle. He concludes you also know the Breath of Water, without even training to learn it.

Tanjiro on the other hand, While fighting the arrow demon and the temari demon he finds himself doing an unknown move, the Breath of Love's Second form, Love Pangs. He wins the battle after switching out his Water Breathing and his new breath style occasionally.

He's curious, and up until he meets the hashira (and you) he learns that the moves are from the Breath of Love. He's taken to the butterfly estate for his injuries and it's not until later that you meet him for the first time.

You entered the room the butterfly girls said he was in, and he was laying on the bed with his eyes closed. "Um..Hello?" You stand beside his bed, and he looks up at you, "Hello! wait– I saw you at the hashira meeting right? You were next to Miss Kanroji." He asks, his eyes are bright, and they carry a certain kindness in them that draws you in. "mhm! I'm her tsuguko, like kanao. But I came here to ask you a few questions.. I heard that in a fight you used the Breath of Love, without even knowing. Is that true?" His face looks clouded with confusion and he suddenly remembers. "Yes! To be honest, I didn't know it was the Breath of Love, so please send my regards to Miss Kanroji for helping me!" As you shuffle awkwardly you mutter out "Actually, I think it was me that helped you, You use Water breathing right? I know it too, but I never trained to learn it..." You take a deep breath and continue "Mitsuri thinks that we're soulmates, since we share the same skills, and there are legends of partners sharing skills y'know..?" He blushes at the realization, and he lets out a small laugh before saying "Maybe we are soulmates, but we should get to know each other first, yeah?" You let out an awkward laugh and you feel your face heating up as you say "yes, of course!" To his question.

Zenitsu Agatsuma

You have the ability to visit Zenitsu in a dreamscape when he falls asleep, and you two can interact.

Ever since you started training to become a demon slayer, you've had strange dreams with a yellow haired boy. Either walking in the forest, sharing dinner in a quaint home, or sitting by a river and talking.

He's nice to you, and you both acknowledge these are dreams, and you two are soulmates.

When he passes out while fighting demons, you encourage him. You scream to him he's strong for defeating demons and helping people, even if he's not in the dreamscape during those moments.

Zenitsu's favorite part of the day is falling asleep to see you again, you treat him so kindly and gently. Even if you appear in your dreams with a bloodied demon slayer uniform. You're vicious to demons, you're strong, and he can't wait until the day you two meet in person.

When he does finally meet you he feels like he's floating on pure happiness.

Zenitsu is walking back from a mission along with Tanjiro and Inosuke, they all make their banter, and hope to stop by a place to get a warm meal. When they close in on a city they see another demon slayer walking by, eating an onigiri. Zenitsu recognizes you from somewhere, he recognizes your hair, your face, your sound most importantly. He runs to you yelling, "Y/n!!" You turn to face him and your eyes widen as you see the yellow haired boy, you drop your snack and pinch yourself to make sure you're not dreaming again, and when you look up again you suddenly get pulled into a hug. "Y/nnn! You're here!" He pulls himself into your haori "Zenitsu, are we dreaming? This feels like a dream.." He looks at you and shakes his head "No! No! We're both awake, and we're finally together!" Tanjiro and Inosuke look on as you two are acting lovey-dovey with each other, Zenitsu mentions the thought of marriage and you fluster, leading him to giggle at the sight of you. "Let me introduce you to my friends," he drags you along to Tanjiro and Inosuke, You greet them kindly and say "Hello! I'm (Y/n), Zenitsu's soulmate. I've heard a lot about you two you know!"

Inosuke Hashibira

you two are connected by the red string of fate

ever since his childhood in the wilderness Inosuke had pulled and tugged at his end of the red thread, wanting to pull it off, not knowing the significance of it.

the first times you tug back at the thread he genuinely gets spooked. He thought it was an enemy taunting him to battle or something, and he tugged back with as much power as he could.

You thought it was reassuring in some sense, that your partner was alive and kicking. Even if you yourself got pulled to the ground or slammed into walls.

When Inosuke meets Tanjiro and Zenitsu all of a sudden he finds out that the annoying little string on his fingers connects him to the one he's destined to be with, Zenitsu told him that.

He tugs at it less often, contemplating about who's at the end of the string.

And when he meets you while you're in the butterfly mansion tending to your own injuries, and him resting on his own injuries (You don't even notice how the string on your finger feels like it's burning, But he does.) Inosuke calls you out

"YOU!" Inosuke stands on his bed, even though his injuries aren't healed and there's an ache somewhere he ignores it. He points at you, and the string on his index finger points to you, unwavering. You look up at him seeing there's no one else conscious in the room you point at yourself, "Me?" He laughs maniacally and you notice how your string, also on your index, feels taut. "YOU! WE'RE DESTINED TO BE TOGETHER!" When you look at your string and where it leads. You see the boar headed boy gearing up for something, and the string is shining brightly. He strongly tugs at his end, and pulls you to him as he launches to tackle you. As you're a mess of limbs on the floor, and you join in on his laughter. Through laughter you introduce yourself to him, "My name's (Y/n) (L/n), what about you soulmate?" You look at him inquisitively and he gets off of you to say "I'm the great Inosuke Hashibira, Lord of the mountains!" He boasts, and you can't help but giggle at his exclamation.

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Watermelon Sugar || Tanjiro Kamado x GN!Reader

warnings: A make out session, Implied Sexual intimacy at the end

word count: 742 words

author's note: tanjiro is a very physically affectionate lover i said what i said 🗣

"he could taste the sweet watermelon on your lips, smell the summer scent in the air, and feel your warmth as he trapped you under him."

Tanjiro was on top of you, straddling your hips and his arms planted on the sides of your head. His pupils were dilated and his eyes lidded. You really don't know how you got in this situation. One moment you two were eating watermelon slices while making idle conversation, and now he was touching you so intimately on the floor.

You noticed how his eyelashes fluttered when he looked at you, and how his cheeks flushed a bright pink. What happened to make him act this way? You could feel the tension between you two, it was thick enough to cut with a blade.

Tanjiro looked at your features carefully, dedicating every inch to memory. Your eyes dilated when looking at him, he's noticed you've done that before, and he sees it happen again right before his eyes. He smells you being flustered, and a hint of excitability. You're waiting for something to happen while he stares down at you, and Tanjiro swallows thickly before leaning down to your face.

You let out a 'mm!' when Tanjiro puts his lips on yours, out of surprise. When you start to kiss him back he lets out a small groan before moving his hands to the sides of your face, and you grab his waist when he shifts around over your body. When your lips disconnect Tanjiro looks at you with a lovestruck face, "(Y/n)..." he whispers out. He could taste the sweet watermelon on your lips, smell the summer scent in the air, and feel your warmth as he trapped you under him.

His heavy breaths are silenced when he presses kisses on your face, your cheeks, nose, forehead, jaw, none of it is protected from Tanjiro's flurry of kisses. And you let out a gasp when he spontaneously decides to nip at the underside of your jaw. You never knew he could be so bold when he comes back up, and the kind smile you saw before is replaced with a mischievous one. He breathily whispers something into your ear, and you're too flustered to register his words, but he doesn't stop kissing you. He keeps going with a new fervor.

He presses a long kiss on your lips, and you feel his thumbs stroking your cheekbones. He shifts his body again, moving his hips against yours and you let out a gasp when a jolt of pleasure moves through you. Tanjiro then moved his tongue inside your mouth fiercely, not that you minded. Your hands are wandering over his uniform, longing to feel his warm skin underneath. When one of your hands reach the nape of his neck you only push him further into you, while the other hand grasps at his hip.

The only sounds in the room being the rustling of fabric and the sound of your lips moving against each other's. Tanjiro lifts his head up again and looks at you again, your hair is disheveled and your lips are shiny with his and your spit, he enjoys the look in your eyes as you wait again. He can smell how much you're enjoying this, and he wants to give you everything he has within him.

He ducks his head to your neck, kissing on your carotid and under your ear, occasionally giving a light suck or nibble to throw you off. He hopes there'll be marks when he's done with you. The sounds you let out make him shake with excitement, the 'ah's, heavy breaths, and panting only fuel him. The hand on his neck moves to play with the small hairs on his nape and he shivers, his eyes are closed tight and he lets out a whimper when you do it. The blush coating his face intensifies and he looks dazed. There's a pause in his attack on your neck when you do it, and you do it again, harder.

Tanjiro's voice breaks out a sweet "ah! (Y/n)!" his eyes are widened, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck, you can feel his warm face on your skin and his hot breaths on your collarbone. Oh gods, you want more.

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In his home during the summertime, you both give each other these moments freely and without a care in the world. Nothing could stop the love he now expressed to you so amorously. These feelings and this new relationship makes the watermelon taste in your mouth so much sweeter.

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