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slayfics · 6 months

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Please write something with Genya Shinazugawa. It could be anything you want. I live for this men.😭🙏

I can do anything for him. Even clean the whole villa.

You have tea with Genya.

You gazed at the food on the table and noticed the swordsmith had only brought out one meal, but you were positive there was another demon slayer staying in the village.

"Excuse me, is the other swordsmen going to be joining tonight?" you asked.

"Oh- I do not believe so. Mr. Shinazugawa has not been taking meals," the swordsmith explained before exiting the room.

You stared at the appealing food in front of you as you contemplated. You had run into the other demon slayer while you were training and he seemed to have been caught off guard by it. Immediately when you asked if he wanted to spar he turned away and left. Now that you were replaying the memory in your head you realized he had looked rather flushed. Maybe he wasn't feeling well?

You decided to go check on him to ensure he was feeling ok.

You made your way to the part of the estate where the guest rooms were. Assuming his room must be the only one with a closed door you knocked.

"What?!" You heard him call angrily from the inside. A few moments later Genya slid the door open. And there it was again, his face ignited in a hot flush.

He must be battling a heavy fever you thought. He stood frozen in the doorway staring at you- suddenly, he had no words to say. You placed your hand up to his forehead to feel his temperature.

"That's strange," You exclaimed out loud. Even though his face was clearly red with a fever, his forehead was at normal temperature.

"Uh-" were all the words that Genya managed to muster at you.

"Your face is clearly red, but you don't seem to have a sign of a fever. Are you ok?" You asked.

Genya just nodded slightly, then slid the door back shut, being too overwhelmed by your presence.

You jumped in surprise at his reaction.

"Shinazugawa, are you sure you're ok?" You called through the door but got no answer. "I can bring you something to eat if you'd like," you offered.

"No!" He yelled hastily from the other side of the door.

You were startled again by his actions. He seemed to be a rather strange demon slayer.

"Hmm... ok well, I hope I didn't disturb you too much," You said, sounding a little downcast. "I was hoping to get to spend some time with you after seeing you at the training grounds- it's lonely being a demon slayer sometimes you know? But clearly, you're not feeling well so- I understand. Get some rest Mr. Shinazugawa," You said and began to make your way back down the hall.

Just as you turned around to leave you heard his door slide open again, he shyly peeked out from the other side at you.

You turned back to look at him dumbfounded by his behavior.

"Did you need something after all?" You asked.

"Uh-...," He began to speak, his face still in a complete flush. "I'll uh- have some tea," He said, barely loud enough for you to hear.

"Sure, I'll grab some and come right back ok?" You said smiling at him sweetly trying to help him feel more at ease. However, for some reason, your smile seemed to increase his fever. So you made your way to the kitchen fast to ask for some tea.

When you got there, the swordsmith was completely shocked that Genya had agreed to take something but was quick to hand you two cups of tea.

You walked back to his room with two cups of tea on a tray and gently knocked again. Genya slowly slid his door back open- his fever seemed to be a little more under control.

"Here, one is for you," You said, raising the tray to him. "Would you- like me to join you for a bit?" You asked. For some reason, this question seemed to increase his fever again. You tilted your head to the side, curious as to what kind of sickness this might be.

Genya nodded shyly once more and stepped aside to welcome you into the room.

You sat on the floor to make yourself comfortable and grabbed your tea into your hands. Genya stood awkwardly at the door.

"Well, come join me," You said, laughing slightly.

Genya reluctantly sat across from you. But, he didn't make any conversation. Instead, he sipped his tea while awkwardly taking glances at you. Every time he did his fever increased just a bit more.

"Hm- I'm sorry I thought this tea would help... anyway- I saw you training and your weapon is unique. I've never seen any demon slayers use a gun before. How does that work on demons exactly?" You asked.

"Uh-... the bullets, they are... made of the same material as nichirin swords," He said, again in such a quiet voice you almost didn't hear. It must be hard for him to talk being so sick you thought.

"Oh- wow, that's really cool. Could you- show me how it works when you're feeling better?" You asked.

Geny nodded again, "Tomorrow- I uh- I can tomorrow morning," He said and looked away from you as his blush increased once more.

"Ok! Only if you're sure you'll be feeling better!" You said excitedly as you finished your tea.

A smile spread on Genya's face at your words, as it seemed he had finally let go of some of the tension in his body. "I'll be fine," he assured you.

"I'll come to check on you just to make sure," You said standing up. "For now just get some rest ok? It was nice talking to you, It- it is hard being on so many missions alone. It's nice to relate to another demon slayer. So- I look forward to talking to you more! Goodnight Mr. Shinazugawa," You said as you made your way to the door.

"Goodnight," he said, his voice finally loud and coherent.

Thank you for the request! Genya is such a cutie. I hope it was obvious enough that he was blushing the whole time and reader was just mistakenly thinking he was sick.

#anime x reader #anime x y/n #genya x y/n #kimetsu genya #kny genya #demon slayer genya #genya x reader #shinaguzawa genya #genya shinazugawa #genya x you #kny x y/n #kny x you #kny fanfic #kny x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer x you

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dira333 · 2 months

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If I’m not too late for the most recent game I’m going to say Kisame 24!

The plotbunny game is always ongoing, so there's never a "too late"! Thanks for calling in!

Your prompt: Lonely water, won't you let us wander (how fitting!)

Lonely Water - Kisame x Reader

The ground is slick from recent rain as you run, the mist swallowing all color.

"Wait for me!" You call out with the annoyance only a five-year-old can muster, "Kisame!!"

"You're too slow!" He grinds out only moments later when his arm shoots out from your right, pulling you down a narrow alley.

"I'm not!"

"Are too!"

You huff and try to step on his foot, but he moves out of the way just in time.

“Come on,” he grumbles, clearly annoyed, “We’re going to be late.”

It’s not easy growing up in Kirigakure. But it helps to be a child, quick on your feet and small enough to get into all the spaces grown-ups can no longer slip through.

There’s work at the docks for children, but you have to come at the right time and know the right people if you want to keep the money that you earn.

Kisame’s good at that. He’s taller than most of the children your age, so he’s not good for most of the work, but the fishermen are afraid of him and the Shinobi let him get away with almost everything.

“Here,” he pushes you toward one of the older ships, “I’ll pick you up in an hour.”

There used to be a time when your father didn’t want you playing with Kisame. Back then you still had money, a nice house, and people working for you instead of the other way around. But father got into fights with the wrong people. One day he just never came home.

“What’s a nice girl like you doing at the docks?” The guy asking has no teeth left. His gums have turned grey and his eyes have turned cold. You press yourself against the walls, well aware of the small sum of money that’s hidden in your pocket. The captain of this ship pays fairly, even though it’s never enough for the amount of work, never enough for the rising prices.

“Hands of my girl!” Kisame snarls from behind you, teeth bared. The threat is effective.

He guides you down the dock and up the streets, through the market where you buy a loaf of discounted bread and a few small fish. It eats up most of your earnings, but Kisame’s hand is warm around yours, his grip strong and self-assured. Everything will be okay.

- - -

The rich women of Kirigakure love their luxuries. Expensive dresses, expensive food, and, most importantly, cosmetics made from the finest ingredients.

It had been Kisame’s idea to get you into a pharmacy family when you didn’t show any signs of talent for the Shinobi traits.

You’re good at this kind of work, and it pays well. Well, enough to feed Kisame and you. If he keeps rising in the ranks like this, making more and more with each mission, there might be something like a future for the two of you. If he thinks like that of you, that is?

You’ve barely turned sixteen when he steals you from your bedroom one night, whisks you out of the village in a heartbeat. He’s gotten taller, broader in the shoulders, wears a proud smirk even when there’s nothing to be proud about - you’ve heard about the Chunin Exams. “Where are we going?” You ask, breathless. He’s too handsome for his own good, his light can’t be dimmed by neither nightfall nor mist.

“To the water.” He urges until you hit the shore, freezing cold water running over your toes.

“What’s going on?” You ask, hand curling around his. You don’t want him to let go. But he does.

“Nothing,” he insists, looking up at the stars, “I just can’t breathe properly in the village. I need to be out of that damned mist.”

You laugh. “You’re lying. Something’s up.”

He grins at that. “Fine, you caught me. I got promoted.”

“Really?!” You press your hands to your lips before they can do foolish things, like take a hold of him.

“Really! I’m working directly under Fuguki! If everything goes well, I might be a member of the Seven Swordsmen too, soon.”

“And then?” You ask, regretting the words the moment they spill from your lips.

“What do you mean?” Confusion draws over his face like clouds over the moon.

“I-I mean, I… what do you plan to do… when you reach that?”

“Well, be rich and famous, I guess.” He shrugs. “I don’t know how much they’re paid per mission, but I guess if I saved a little, it wouldn’t be too hard to buy a house. You could come by and cook for me then.”

Something cold and uncomfortable wedges itself into your heart. Your lips move on their own again.

“Wouldn’t I live with you then?”

You’re painfully reminded that Kisame is a Shinobi. He freezes, face completely still, but you know his mind is running a mile a minute just by the way he fixates on you. That’s how he used to look at the fishermen, trying to figure out who to avoid and who to trust.

You know he’s figured you out when he speaks up.

“Listen,” he says, “We’re friends. We grew up side by side, but if you want to have a husband and a little cozy house, I’m not the man for you.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” you rush to say. It’s a lie. Kisame’s always been able to tell when you were lying, but this time he’s not calling you out on it.

When he takes you back to your room shortly after, he does not look back when he leaves and you wonder if you’ll ever see him again.

- - -

Kisame Hoshigaki is a name known by all and feared by many.

They praise his loyalty, ready to slaughter all his comrades to keep the village safe.

It’s been almost two years since that day at the shore so you’re a little surprised to find him in your bedroom once again.

“Hey,” you’ve learned to go along with his antics long ago, so don’t scream when you find him slumped over your bed late at night, the bandages around his arm an ugly shade of red.

“Hey.” He grinds out. “Long time no see.”

“Whose fault is that?” You ask, unable to keep yourself from being a little petty.

He does not apologize, not that you expected him to.

“Did you get hurt?” You step up to him, hands reaching for the bandages. He moves away before you can reach him, his eyes boring holes into you.

“Why are you always nice to me?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” You ask back.

“You don’t owe me anything, okay? I kept you safe, but you kept me fed. We’re even.”

“I know Kisame,” you insist, voice softer than it probably needs to be, “I’m not doing this because I owe you.”

“Then why?”

Your hands clench and unclench next to you, your heart heavy in your chest. You don’t want to say it, but what good does it bring to keep it in when he already knows anyway?

“I love you,” the words hang heavy in the air, “Love cares. Just because.”

Kisame buries his face in your bedding at that, body stiff as a board. You give him a minute to gather himself, to leave or do something else, but he doesn’t. When you reach for the bandages this time, he lets you.

When it’s time for you to sleep, he still hasn’t moved. Gingerly, you slip into bed next to him. He rolls a bit to the side so you can properly get under your blanket, face blank of any emotion. But his good arm comes out to pull you close as soon as you’re under the blanket.

Kisame doesn’t apologize nor does he address the topic at hand. But you should have known that that’s not something he would do.

- - -

The sky is clear for once, the ever present mist retreating from the shore.

The sand is cold underneath you, but you’re not willing to budge.

Something’s bothering Kisame, enough to drag you here. His knee is pressed against yours, the only form of touch he allows outside of the walls of your bedroom. His skin is warm and reassuring even though his silence is not.

“Do you ever feel stuck in place?” He asks suddenly, his voice barely above louder than the waves crashing.

“Sometimes,” you admit. “But I guess for different reasons than you.”

“What are yours?”

“There’s this guy I love and I guess he likes me too,” his lips quirk up, just a little, “but he won’t allow it to be official. So we have to hide in my bedroom when all I want is to hold his hand and make him breakfast and lunch and dinner.” You rest your head on your knees and look out onto the water, “What are your reasons?”

“There’s this girl that I love,” he admits, voice barely quivering at the last word. You force yourself not to look at him, but your knee presses harder against his. “And I want to give her a life that she deserves, a life that she had growing up. Where there’s food on the table everyday and she doesn’t have to worry that I won’t come home one day. Where our kids won’t have to fight for their life and people are honest to each other.”

“But?”

He sighs.

“But I fear we can’t have that life in Kirigakure.”

You swallow against the tears that are threatening to fall.

The waves keep crashing, like they’re stuck too, forced to come in again and again and again.

“Lonely water,” you sigh out the prayer your mother tought you, “Lonely water, won't you let us wander? Let us hold each other.”

Strong arms pull you in until your head is resting against his chest, his heartbeat loud and steady in your ear.

“Will you leave with me?” Kisame whispers into your ear.

You listen to his heartbeat that’s as steadfast as the waves and close your eyes.

“Yes.”

#my writing #kisame x reader #Kisame Hoshigaki #Kisame #Kisame fluff #Kisame angst #naruto x reader #naruto fluff #naruto angst

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sowhatifiliveinasmalltowninjapan · 2 months

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Two Lone Swordsmen

Tiny Reminders (2000)

#WARP RECORDS #TWO LONE SWORDSMEN #TINY REMINDERS

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zoroslost · 1 year

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AU where sanji can see ghosts and kuina has been haunting zoro. They become friends after she realizes that he can see her and also once she manages to beat it into him to be a normal person around her.

Both of the swordsmen are in rough shape after the fight and Zoro passes out for days after securing his victory. He doesnt know much about what’s happening outside while he sleeps, but he can hear talking when he manages to swim into consciousness.

“-were just here to see what happens to him right? What happens to you now?” the voice is deep but warm, Zoro kind of wants to curl up in it.

“How the fuck should I know, no one explained this ghost thing to me. You’re the one who’s been able to see them for the past 25 years and you already know that I can’t talk to other ghosts,” it sounds like a kid, high pitched and grating. He kind of wants to tell her to shut up, but he feels a longing to keep hearing her talk. But he’s still asleep so he can’t tell her to do anything anyway so she continues, “Haven’t you seen one fade before?”

“Of course I have,” the man replies, “Usually they just vanish as soon as their reasons for staying are complete, which we both thought was to make sure this idiot completed his goal before he got himself killed.”

Zoro feels a soft hand brush against his forehead as the girl hums in reply. He wants to ask what they’re talking about, wants to see who they are, but the warmth of the hand brushing his face pulls him back into unconsciousness.

He's woken by the same voices sometime later.

“-still doing it wrong, idiot,” the girl complains.

“You’re the one who told me how to do this,” he can hear the eye roll in the man’s voice, “Would you rather I just leave her, I’m sure the moss-head would appreciate that.”

“Better that than doing it wrong,” she grumbles in reply, but seems content with his reply and let’s the other continue. Zoro registers the sharp scent of sword oil and steel as it cuts through the bitter smell of smoke that fills the room.

The two continue the sword cleaning in relative peace, only broken by the girl correcting the man’s work occasionally. Zoro wonders why she doesn’t just do the work herself.

"You going back to your ocean now?" the man hums in reply, "I mean you only stayed to see everyone finish their goals and he was the last one."

"You sure you won't be lonely without me Mellorine."

"As if you damn womanizer!"

"I won't leave until you figure out where you're going."

"You're just looking for an excuse to stay around your Marimo~"

"Not at all Kui-chan, I'm only here to make sure such a beautiful lady doesn't get lost with this oaf."

"You're not fooling anyone love-cook."

Their feeble back and forth lulls him back to sleep.

The next time Zoro rises to the surface, its quiet. His hand is warm, clutched in someone else’s, and he can hear their even breaths clearly in the silence.

“You’re the greatest now huh? Guess I’ll really be the only one who’s ever above you little Zoro. I would say it’s been nice to watch you get here but I’ve seen so much shit I never wanted to. You’re gross!”

The girls voice is quiet and wistful; she clearly isn’t expecting anyone to hear her. He wants to wake up, to argue with her, but his body won’t cooperate.

“Still, I should say thank you, I guess. For carrying my dream. Still kinda pathetic that you had to copy mine but it’s impressive regardless,” her teasing tone turns somber as she continues, “I don’t understand why I’m still here. You completed my dream, we’re the best. I thought I was stuck here to make sure you saw it through but you’ve done that, so why?”

She remains in contemplative silence for a while after. Zoro is almost back under when he hears her, “He’s waiting for you you know. You need to let me go already, there’s someone who’s been waiting for you for far longer than you know. Go with him and find your new goal. God knows you’ll be lost without it…”

He drifts back into the abyss, but not before feeling a cool brush of air across his forehead. It almost felt like a hand.

His head is clearer the next time he hears them and he finally has enough consciousness to recognize them as the cook and Kuina. A weird duo to dream about, but who said dreams had to make sense.

“So you figured it out then?”

“Yep, just gotta make sure someone trustworthy will keep an eye on this idiot and then I’ll fade. For sure this time.”

The cook sighs, “I assume you are making me take care of him then?”

“Don’t act like you weren’t going to anyway. I just need you to confirm it for me.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to wait for him to wake up? Say your last goodbyes and all that?”

The gloomy silence hangs on the hair until she speaks again, “I’ve had more than enough time to see Zoro. Far longer than I would’ve had even if I had lived. It’s your turn now. And I don’t want to watch you two being gross anyway. I’ve had enough of that already no thanks to you.”

“I can’t promise to keep him from getting lost because that’s a hopeless case already, but I will make sure to always bring him back… Goodbye swordsman above the greatest swordsman.”

Her laughter is the last thing he hears before he is gently tugged away again.

When Zoro finally wakes from his slumber, Sanji is still sleeping by his bedside, Zoro’s swords held gently in his precious hands. His sunken eyes and messy hair are enough to tell Zoro that the cook hasn’t been sleeping. Even so, the cook looks beautiful in the afternoon light.

Zoro thinks back to the two people talking in his dream. About the girl who told him to move on, who, in retrospect, was clearly Kuina. About how he’s already found a new purpose. He holds the cooks hand tighter.

#this is a silly au idea that I thought would be fun #i think Kuina and Sanji would have a funny dynamic #i hope I didn’t make her too ooc #also it’s not in this but she spends so much time forcing them into awkward situatons #she wants them to get it over with already #not beta read because I’m tired #one piece #zosan #sanji #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #black leg sanji #my wrtitng #homegrown worms

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