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#to all the brown eyed inosuke-lovers out there
metoo-desu · 5 years
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that’s it. that’s the title above. i didn’t upload the wrong pic.
Inosuke x Brown-eyed Fem!Reader Oneshot
Inosuke was going in and out consciousness the whole time during the clean up of Mt. Natagumo. When the kakushi brought him down from the tree, that’s when he began to hear the conversations around him and the hurried footsteps of strangers. 
“—gentle on him, please.”
He heard a girl’s voice next to him, feeling her gentle hands tending to his wounds— cleaning his cuts with some type of ointment that left a stinging sensation. The boy was too tuckered out from the fight to even move, and his throat hurt too much to talk. If he had been in a slightly less serious condition, Inosuke would have yelled and hit whoever laid their hands on him. As if he needs help from others, he’s strong! Broken bones and deep cuts won’t make him less of it!
But after failing to kill that spider demon, he doesn’t think so anymore. 
The girl ordered someone to fetch medicine before turning to her attention back to him. He could feel her hands reach up for the mask hesitantly. “If you don’t mind, I’m going to remove it. I’ll put it back on after you drink some of this, okay?” 
Her voice was as gentle as her hands, making him feel warm from the inside. She reminded him of that old woman from the wisteria place. She made him feel at ease and surrender under her care. He kinda hated it actually. 
The cold air suddenly hit his face as soon as his mask was removed, the darkness from beneath it was replaced by the light peaking through the trees as dawn came. It hurt his eyes, his vision blurry from extreme exhaustion as it slowly came upon him. 
“Woah.” Inosuke’s voice guttural and low. He was in shock what he saw before him. 
“Wow.” He barely heard the girl say under her breath.
Though it was just one word, his throat hurt like hell, causing him to go into a bloody coughing fit. The girl panicked, quickly removing the cork from a bottle she was recently given and bringing it to his lips. 
She urged him to drink, “Drink this, it’ll take the pain away.” 
Inosuke couldn’t help but look at her eyes as he drank. They were just so damn pretty. As blurry as his vision was, they were clear as day to him. And they were the last thing he saw before he fell out of consciousness. 
When Inosuke woke, he found himself in bed and under a different girl’s care. He was disappointed, and even more so when he was stuck with hearing Zenitsu’s cries and complaints for who knows how long. 
All that he could think of was that girl’s eyes. So as soon as he was all better, he ran around the Butterfly Estate and bothered everyone about the identity of the girl he saw. No one could help him with the information he provided of the girl. As much as they wanted to, only for him to stop causing so much ruckus around the mansion, they just couldn’t. Because honestly, how could they?
He grabbed hold of Zenitsu’s shoulders and shook him violently as he screamed out in frustration. “How can you not know her? You can’t miss those eyes!”
“I don’t know what you mean by that, man!” The poor blond cried, begging Tanjiro to help him out. 
The burgundy-haired placed a hand on masked boy’s arm and asked, “Can you describe her again, Inosuke? You said she was a demon slayer?”
“Yeah!” 
Tanjiro’s only seen kakushi running around the estate, and the female demon slayers he’s seen around didn’t really match the description Inosuke said before. 
“And you said..?” Tanjiro trailed off. 
Inosuke yelled, “Her eyes were the color of small potatoes!”
Frustrated with the only information they were given, Zenitsu screamed. “What makes you think we can find the girl with that description?! What the hell do you mean by small potatoes?!”
“To be honest with you, Inosuke. I don’t think we can help you with that information. Plus, potatoes come in a variety of colors.” Tanjiro laughed lightly, scratching the back of his head. 
The trio ended up in the Butterfly Estates’ kitchen, rummaging through a basket and laying out just four different types of colored potatoes— dark purple, red, brown, and tan. The two who had no clue stood in silence, waiting for Inosuke to pick out which of the potatoes match the color of the mystery girl’s eyes. 
Tanjiro spoke, “This isn’t all of the colors potatoes come in, but this is all they have.”
Inosuke placed a hand on his chin and thought long and hard before grabbing the brown potato and literally shoved it in Zenitsu’s face. “This one! Not close, but it’s this kind of potato!” 
“You don’t gotta shove it in my face, you pig! That hurts!”
“So brown, huh?”
With that new information, the two boys took note and would try to find the demon slayer whose eyes were the color of small brown potatoes as they went on with their days. They don’t know why Inosuke was so interested in this girl, but they wanted to help their friend out. 
Then Tanjiro’s extra training with Naho, Kiyo, and Sumi came along, the three girls cheering him on to break the largest and final gourd of his training. The girl’s’ cheers caught a passerby’s attention, making them come over to see what’s going outside of the engawa. 
“What’s happening, girls?” 
A girl in a colorful and jewel-embellished haori approached the trio, eyeing Tanjiro curiously who was too busy and focused to notice her presence. They explained that he was among the demon slayers from Mt. Natagumo now going through Shinobu’s rehabilitation training. 
“We’re helping Tanjiro out with some extra training, y/n!” Kiyo explained. 
Y/n grimaced at the mention of rehabilitation training as she also had to undergo through it recently after a rough mission with the Sound Pillar. The fact that the boy still wanted to train more right after that piqued her interest, joining the girls. They all watched Tanjiro as he blew into the gourd with his all his strength, celebrating when it finally bursted.
“I did it! I broke the gourd!” The boy happily shouted. “I did it!”
The trio gathered around him, cheering and praising him before they introduced y/n. Tanjiro turned his head to the girl who stood to the side with a smile on her face. 
Then he noticed her eyes. 
Now he knew what Inosuke meant when he said no one could miss it if they had stared into them. Long lashes framed their eyes and curled outwards, a purple dot under each eye accentuated the golden-brown color of her orbs. 
“You’re the small potatoes!” Tanjiro gasped.
Y/n cocked her head to the side, quite confused of what he just said. “Small..potatoes?”
“Y/n is the Sound Tsuguko!” Naho quick to correct Tanjiro. “Please respect her and don’t call her names such as small potatoes!”
The h/c-haired girl waved it off and laughed, “Please, I’ve only recently became one. I don’t need to be treated with that much respect. If anything, Tanjiro has all of my respect with what I’ve been hearing from everyone.” 
Tanjiro bowed, “It’s really nice to meet you, y/n! But please! I want you to introduce you to a friend of mine!”
Sumi soon realized what Tanjiro meant when he called her small potatoes, remembering how the boar-headed boy kept bothering everyone in the Butterfly Estate to look for the girl whose eyes were the color of small potatoes. “Oh my! Yes! Someone has been wanting to meet you, but you’ve been so busy with missions, we couldn’t really find you!” 
“Not really. We couldn’t have found her with just small potatoes as the description,” Kiyo mumbled, finding out y/n was who Inosuke was looking for the whole time. 
Y/n crossed her arms and pouted, “Do I look like small potatoes to this person? I’m quite offended, I’ve been taught to look as flamboyant as Tengen.”
“No! You don’t!” All four of them exclaimed. 
*·゜゚·*:.。..。.:*·'(*゚▽゚*)'·*:.。. .。.:*·゜゚·*
Inosuke and Zenitsu returned from their hiding place before dusk, walking through the halls of the mansion and to the engawa where their dinner was prepared. Tanjiro had already settled himself in front of his tray, waiting for his friends to come so they can start dinner. 
“Who’s eating with us?” Zenitsu asked, noticing that there were four trays in all. He sat himself next to Tanjiro. 
Inosuke sat across from his burgundy-haired friend, digging into his food already. “Whatever, if they don’t come, I’m taking their tempura!” But he didn’t wait, stealing one shrimp tempura and placing it on his plate, saving it for last. 
“Y/n will be here soon! And put that back, Inosuke. She just came back from a mission, I’m sure she’s starved.” 
Right as he mentioned her, the shoji slid slowly open with y/n’s back facing them. The boys heard Shinobu’s voice in the background, telling the incoming visitor to discuss the information about the mission later after dinner. 
“Okay, I will!” 
Inosuke’s head quickly turned to the sound of the familiar voice. He didn’t remember the color of hair or the design of her haori, so it didn’t help just seeing her back. He need her to turn around. 
“Just sit tight and wait for Tengen, okay?” They heard Shinobu say. 
“Yeah, he’ll definitely need me on this one.”
“You go on and eat dinner with Tanjiro and the others!” 
Then y/n turned and greeted her new friend as she walked over to them before saying hello to Zenitsu and then to Inosuke, who she remembered tending to his wounds back in Mt. Natagumo. 
She gasped, “Oh my god! It’s the pretty boy!”
Zenitsu choked on his rice and nudged the boy next him when he saw her eyes, “Her eyes, Tanjiro! They’re small potatoes!”
“Small potatoes again? I don’t know what you all mean by that,” y/n giggled. Turning to Inosuke, she asked, “Is this your doing?” 
This whole time, Inosuke had been staring at her. He only remembered her eyes, and now that he’s actually seeing her with clear vision, he was mesmerized. 
Seeing that he was speechless, y/n furrowed her brows and frowned. “Has your throat not healed up yet? Is that why you can’t talk?”
“Would you look at that,” Zenitsu snickered, earning himself a glare from the green-eyed boy. 
Flustered, Inosuke picked up his chopsticks and returned the shrimp tempura he stole from her tray and yelled, “Shut up and eat already! You’re making me feel all giddy!”
Y/n blinked at him and smiled, “Okay, pretty boy! I’m happy you’re all better!”
“Stop it!” 
Over dinner, Tanjiro had to explain the story behind small potatoes, unintentionally embarrassing Inosuke as he continued to expose him. Y/n laughed at the story of how they ended up in the kitchen with the potatoes, tears streaming down her face. 
“This is the first time in my life hearing someone compare my eyes to small potatoes!” She wiped at her tears and turned to Inosuke, who refused to look at her. 
“Do you not like what I said about your eyes? Is it that funny?” 
Y/n shook her head, seeing through his mask and noticing his insecurity about the current subject. “No, Inosuke! In fact, this is the first time the color of my eyes were compared to something. Brown is quite plain and common, you know? They’re often compared to literal shit so I find it ugly and often wished I had beautiful eyes like yours, green like jade and emerald.”
Tanjiro frowned, “What makes you think brown is an ugly color?”
“Your eyes are a pretty brown, y/n!” Zenitsu complimented her.
“That’s right!” Inosuke agreed loudly. “Brown is the color of the wilderness! It’s the color of firewood that starts up a fire and warm people who are freezing their asses off! It’s the color of the bark on the trees that people often overlook and instead just look at the stupid pink flowers on top!  They ignore the brown thing below that supports it all, but I don’t! I see it and pig attack it! It’s the color of acorns I collect and throw at bastards like Zenitsu!” 
Both Tanjiro and Zenitsu were in disbelief, while y/n was flustered.
Inosuke continued, “And you said that brown is the color of shit? Well you know what? They are, but people use shit as fertilizers and they help plants grow, crops rich, and make life! So I don’t what the hell you’re talking about with brown being a stupid color.”
“Is it possible to be violently poetic?”
“I didn’t think you had it in you, Inosuke.”
Y/n dropped her chopsticks, finding herself speechless this time. She stuttered, “I..I don’t know what to say. That’s the most beautiful thing ever I’ve ever heard.”
“Just shut up and eat. You’re really making me feel giddy, it’s annoying.”
“Okay.”
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thelove-witch · 2 years
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Inosuke genuinely feels it, the feeling of utter calm, absolute peace. the gentle sunlight barely sneaks into the room as sun is only rising, and birds gently start to sing in the background.
The warmth of a bed and a loving family. It feels like home.
Inosuke belongs here.
he lifts one of his hands, taking it to rest on his love witch's hair. he lowly hums, and he barely moves his head as he nods.
this is perfect. this is home. Inosuke does not fear going back to sleep, because no one can ever take this away from him.
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Meanwhile...
After having walked for who knows how long, her tired eyes finally distinguish her former home: the butterfly mansion. The daze in which she was put through comes to an end as she bumps into someone.
When she looks up, she meets with gentle crimson orbs, belonging to the equally gentle Tanjiro Kamado.
"Aoi-san! Long time no see!" But his expression changes as he perceives the bags underneath his eyes, the bruises and cuts on her legs plus the torn fabric over the skirt of her dress. Even blood was visible.
Whatever happened to her?
Taking her by the shoulders, Tanjiro eyes Aoi concerned, "What happened? Are you hurt? What happened to Inosuke? Aoi san, please answer me!"
"What's going on here?"
The redhead turns at the voice that suddenly spoke up. A woman with curly brown hair and sunkissed skin is watching the scene in confusion, walking towards the two of them releasing her hand from the katana sheathed on her hip.
"Cherry!"
"Aoi?" She blinks, as if not believing her eyes. The girl is in such a bad shape that it's scary.
"Aoi, what happened? Is she okay?"
"I-In... I..." She starts to stutter in a low voice as if she doesn't have any energy left.
Out of the weakness, said girl's leg give up on her, almost making her fall; if it wasn't for both of them, she would have added another bruise to the collection.
"Hang in there, Aoi." Cherry says as she wraps an arm around her waist. "We should take her to Shinobu, Tanjiro. She's hurt and obviously exhausted."
"Right."
Tanjiro scoops the injured girl up and, the brunette following behind, they both get her to the butterfly mansion, where Sumi, Kiyo and Naho attend her wounds as they wait for the Insect Hashira to come back.
"What could've happened to her?" Cherry and Tanjiro wait outside the room, leaning against the doorframe.
"I'm not sure, but Aoi came all this way on her own."
"Do you think it has something to do with Inosuke?"
He hoped it didn't.
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— inosuke hashibira.
Alexandra kisses the warm muscle of her lover under her and promptly falls asleep, not dreaming of anything but a restful darkness. Her lithe hand holds onto the tiny hand of her and Inosuke's creation.
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At the Butterfly Mansion
" And she sent m-me away! I felt like I couldn't even control myself!" Aoi cries before she wipes her tears on her apron. " It felt like a blood demon art!"
Gasps ring though the persons surrounding her. Shinobu is wide eyed as one of her girls tells her the story.
A demoness? Having a child and manipulating a high member member of the Demon Corps into caring for it. She had never heard of it but things have been stranger.
Tanjiro was the first to speak. " Inosuke would never! He is a demon slayer just like the rest of us!" Cherry was at his side and calmed him down with a hand on his shoulder.
" We need to find it and do something! Before something happens to him! He's in a whole demon's nest! And we need to protect the rest of the corps! What if they decide to go after a hashira and do the same?" Aoi cries out before beginning to sob again.
Zenitsu was leaning on the edge of the door.
" Um...I'm afraid of demons the same as anyone else but I don't think she's a demon."
" WHAT?"
Aoi marches right up to the yellow haired boy and gives him a prompt slap.
Another set of gasps ring out. Cherry then quickly moves to hold Aoi back from Zenitsu. " How dare you! You don't know what I saw! I saw the love of my life get ripped away from me! She took him from me! That demoness WITCH manipulated him!" The pigtailed girl screams at him before fatigue gets the rest of her and she collapses.
Shinobu moves to give her a light sedative just so she can sleep off the heartache.
" We'll have to do some reconnaissance. See what we are up against before we attack. If it is a nest of demons pretending to be humans or luring humans, they might try to lure us as well." Shinobu speaks.
Zenitsu is on the verge of tears at the slap. Tanjiro rubs his shoulder in comfort. " She isn't a demon Tanjiro!" He tells him. "She's like a majo! A sorceress!" He tries to explain like from children's fairy tales.
Tanjiro gives him a sad look before nodding. " I don't know what to believe Zenitsu, but Shinobu is right. We will need to investigate before we get Inosuke back. He could be in terrible danger!"
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Back at the Witch's cottage
Inosuke wakes up to an empty arm and his little boy's foot right in his face. He feels a sense of joy in seeing his little one's feet so black with dirt. It's how he lived as a child.
A smell breaks his concentration.
Alexandra is in the kitchen making a porridge of rice along with runny eggs and some braised salmon from Aoba's first catches. She is deep in concentration over her caudon and is bind to the tall King of the Mountain behind her.
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