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your-daily-dose-of-fandoms · 2 years

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Could you do a master x reader? I haven't seen one so I thought to ask .. Maybe where the reader has known ubuyashiki for a while but got turned into a demon but doesn't hurt people? Idk I just really wanna see one with this man

Hello anon! Thank you for your extraordinary request! No one has requested anything for Ubuyashiki from me, so this was interesting to write! I hope you enjoy

Also, as you guys can notice, I'm currently trying out new styling options for my posts, so don't be confused lmao.

》Fandom: Demon Slayer 》Characters: Ubuyashiki Kagaya 》Warnings: Mentions of death

》 Ubuyashiki Kagaya x Reader

Cure

On the day when the flowers were laid on the grave, you disappeared.

There was no note, no signs of running away nor of a fight. You simply just disappeared into oblivion; no trace left behind to track.

Ubuyashiki couldn’t take it. His condition worsened, his eyes beginning to fail. The illness did not ask for consent, as it vulgarly took over him against his own will, reaching every part of his body and making it hard to commit to anyone or anything. He carried around a solemn aura, his mind going to places he never thought they would, as he had sworn an oath to himself after his father’s death, but he couldn’t resist. He had lost the only things that kept his life separated from duty. First, his wife, Amane, succumbed to an illness, and then you left him behind. He was blaming himself, his family’s curse, and it was a hard burden to carry. He fell into a melancholy state, feeling nothing but alike of a grain of sand lost in an eternity. Nevertheless, Ubuyashiki committed to his duty, taking care of his Hashiras until his very own death as he had promised, but not a day went by when he wished to see you one last time before the time of his blindness.

Then you recurred, appearing in Ubuyashiki’s room after three winters had passed by. Like the first snowy day during winter, unexpectedly, covering the world with its beauty, blinding with its light. You stormed in, the feeling of familiarity with you, turning the world upside down just when Ubuyashiki had lost hope.

But you were not the same.

The delight in your eyes had died out, become dull, as you held a smile in your eyes no longer. Your skin was not warm or radiating life, it had turned pale and gleamy with the sweat, the blush on your cheeks long gone. If you had been still, you would have looked alike with a porcelain doll with your beady eyes and solidified state. He did not see the dimples in the corners of your mouth, or the way you would smile at him, instead he was met with two pairs of red eyes and plenty tears dropping on the fine wooden floor down by your chin.

“I-I missed you”

You had managed to say between your hiccups, and that night he had been ready to die by your hands. But so happened that from that day on Ubuyashiki never let go of you again. Not even when he lost his sight, you being the last thing he saw.

“Oyakata-sama, how are you feeling?”

Later he found out, you had been a failed experiment by Muzan, trying to turn Ubuyashiki’s closest subordinates against him when he was at his weakest.

“Don’t fret (L/N)-kun, I’m feeling notably blissful tonight. Besides, what have I mentioned of calling me by my real name? You have no need for such formalities, and you know that”

You hummed, walking beside him, allured by his voice. You were leading him through the garden, giving him his time of placing his steps right, as he occasionally swung and took in the smell of wisteria flowers. It was late at night, and you had once again caught him being unable to sleep due to his pains. You furrowed your brow.

“I know... I just want to pay my respects to you, Oy- Ubuyashiki-sama. You are already overworking yourself”, You told him. If he were not to be your superior, you would have scolded him more often of his foolishness. He was too selfless for his own good, prioritizing everyone before him like his life was less worthy than theirs. He seemed like he had everything under control, strings neatly folded in his hands like he was a puppeteer of some sorts, but in reality, he was struggling as much as everyone else. He just had prioritized his own duty and Demon Slayer corps first ever since he was a child. He needed someone to dig all his burdens out of him, and that someone had been Amane before her death. Now you had taken up the duty to honor his late wife. You had become his eyes and protection, when he couldn’t protect himself anymore. You were content with that, feeling in debt for saving your life from Hashiras back when you had broken into his room.

Ubuyashiki nodded and smiled gently.

“That’s a lot better, but may I still insist you to switch to Ubuyashiki-kun, even Kagaya-kun would be fine”, He told and you gasped and stopped in your tracks, looking at him with shock.

“That would be way too informal from me! You’re my superior!” You told him, shaking your head in denial. You were a timid girl, raised by a very formal family, and you were not easy to let go your past, proven by your demonization. Ubuyashiki brought his hand in front of his mouth and chuckled at your formal antics. Despite knowing him for years, you still held onto them. Suddenly, his hand sifted on his head, accidentally letting out a grunt, alarming your presence.

“It is hurting again, isn’t it?” You whispered faintly, hurt by the pain you were seeing him in. Your voice was laced with dozen shades of worry, as you gently brought your hand on his head, as he looked solemn.

“(L/N)-kun, you shouldn’t. I am not a responsibility of yours to worry”, He insisted, but you had already begun to chant to yourself. His lips pursed into a tight line, quilt aching in his chest.

“Blood demon art... pain replacement!” You whispered, soon tightening your grip on his head, as the pain he just recently had, travelled onto you, as he was switched with harmonious and canorous feeling of sailing through a calm sea instead. Ubuyashiki sighed in disapproval as he carefully grabbed your hand in his and drew circles on the back of it with his thumb to calm you down.

“You don’t need to do that, are you aware? I’ll manage, but the last thing I want is you getting hurt for my expense again”, he said holding your hand reassuringly. He wished he could have seen you, assured you that he was going to be fine, but he had lost his sight and none of those lies were true. He was going to die, and he wanted to spend his last moments with you, even if it meant being selfish. He sighed, bringing your hand to hold his cheek, a moment of vulnerability he rarely showed.

“All I wish for is to spend these last nights in your presence. Is that alright?” He asked, and he felt your cold hand shaking, wanting to form a fist under his skin. He smiled, asking you to have confidence in him.

“I know it is a burden for you to carry, but I promise I will not die in vain. I know that, and I just need you to trust me”, He continued, and he could hear you leave out a stifled sniffle. You were at your breaking point, seeing the man you loved leaning onto your touch, trusting his long-sworn enemy more than his Hashiras, treating you no different than from before. You did not know what you had done to gain this influential man’s trust, and you had hard time accepting it. But you had never been able to say no to him.

“I’m going to find you a cure, you know that, right? I have to, I cannot lose you Oya-... Kagaya-kun”, You told him determined to save him from his unjust and cruel fate. He had suffered enough, he deserved to be happy. His grab on your hand tightened, as it was almost desperate for a search of comfort. That was the only thing that gave him up on his next lie, but you were too lost in your mind to take notice of it.

“I know”, Even when he knew you wouldn’t.

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your-daily-dose-of-fandoms · 2 years

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Hi! Can I request a inosuke x reader where like how everyone would react if inosuke had scratches on his back after spending the night with the reader.

AN:

Hi! Thank you for your ask! I was tiptoeing if I should write this or not, hence my rules, but ended up writing this anyways. I thought this would be fitting to a song called "Everybody Talks" by Neon Trees, so I made this kind of a songfic. I hope you enjoy!

Fandom: Demon Slayer

Characters: Inosuke Hashibira

Warnings: Mentions of sex

Everybody Talks

“Hey baby, won't you look my way? I can be your new addiction”

It had been a rocky start, when you and Inosuke first met. He was the total opposite of you; hot-tempered, oblivious, and hungry individual, whereas you were calm and collected, attentive towards others. At least, that’s what you liked to think of yourself. In truth, despite being attentive and often staying calm in demanding situations, you were as hot-tempered as him. You were a good strategist, but that was taken away from your ability to tolerate the certain boar-headed boy. To prove this, during the several years you had travelled with the boys, none of them was spent in peace, you and Inosuke bickering with each other at every chance you got to. The boy got on your nerves, so much that you often would curse him to the ends of hell, murmuring curses under your breath every time he challenged you.

That’s why it was such a surprise to notice the scratched back of your rival after sharing a room together for a night

“Hey baby, what you gotta say? All you're giving me is fiction”

In hindsight, it wasn’t surprising that the both of you got along so well. You must add wood to the fire for it to flare to its full potential. That’s what you did to Inosuke. You were more like gasoline to his fire, letting him flame up and explode into enormous flames every time the two of you crossed paths. He saw everything as a challenge, and you were the best one for him to yet conquer. He couldn’t get enough of the explosions you caused within him, and he grew to be addicted to it, drawn in by your luring aura. After your heated arguments turned into heated make-out sessions, steam and vapor radiating off from your bodies during the quiet and cold nights after sparring, it was clear to him that you were not just an odd phase. He was quick to learn with your lead and he had fallen for you, tripped over the rocks you had set on his way. And it was almost natural to him.

“I'm a sorry sucker and this happens all the time I found out that everybody talks Everybody talks, everybody talks”

When Inosuke stepped into the training fields by the butterfly estate, with a smug smile on his face, as if he had won a lottery, he wanted nothing more than boast of his victory to others. In his opinion, he indeed had won a lottery. You had been so far the trickiest challenge he’d ever faced, and much to his disliking, he had enjoyed every single moment of it. What came as a surprise, were the stunned and perplexed looks of his comrades, staring at him as if he had just committed a crime and caught red-handed.

“Oh my, oh my...”, Shinobu gasped, covering her mouth with her hand, halting the conversation she was included in.

“Inosuke! Here, take this! I insist!”

Before Inosuke could notice, one of his comrades, Munjiro, was already standing before him, taking off his own haori in hurry, and covering Inosuke’s torso with it.

“What-!”, Before Inosuke could go on, had the certain thunderboy ran up to him already hitting his chest in despair, shouting out incoherent words with worryingly little breaths taken between them. Inosuke could make out words such as “unfair”, “traitor” and “asshole”, and bunch of explicit words which were not appropriate to list nor ones he understood. This made Inosuke to scoff and shake off the haori Gonpachiro had given him, as he grabbed Monitsu by shoulders, shaking him violently from side to side.

“OI! WHat the hell are you talking about?!”

Inosuke stopped, and Monitsu looked at him with a trembling lip, his nose already running, and plenty of tears dripping on his cheeks down to his chin. His eyes were glassy and red. The borders of his eyes were tinted with pink, as all he could whisper was:

“How could you? I thought it was bros before hoes...”

“It started with a whisper And that was when I kissed her And then she made my lips hurt I could hear the chit chat Take me to your love shack Mama's always gotta back track When everybody talks back”

That didn’t stop Inosuke, as the two of you had formed a habit of spending the nights together, of which everyone on the estate knew. Inosuke knew no shame, but often, when Inosuke would walk around the estate, searching for food or going to sparring, he’d surprise his comrades, sometimes even Shinobu, conversing with each other, only stopping in their tracks when Inosuke came in view. This bewildered Inosuke, as he did not know what the huss was about. At times, he’d wish that he’d have Monitsu’s enchanted hearing, so he could know, but on the other hand, he could not care less. He’d puff out his chest, raise his chin, and walk past them, continuing his journey. He’d swear he’d hear whispers following him after, tickling his back with their tiny breaths and silent words, but he would pay no mind to it, keeping up his pace.

At other times, especially if the one talking was Monitsu, the thunderboy would sprint away even at the sight of him, knowing if he stayed there longer, Inosuke would not leave him alone nor alive. The boar-headed boy had caught him gossiping once, and that did not end well. Though, escaping nor time did not help him forgive Inosuke any easier, being reminded of his potential wife’s fate every time he turned his back at him, -literally-, giving him a bitter taste in his mouth. This, unknowing to Inosuke, led to Monitsu casting him a teary-eyed look every time Inosuke wouldn’t notice, with such a venom in it that even Inosuke would halter if he were to see. In Inosuke’s mind, Zenitsu had apparently decided that the right way to treat him, was to honor his superior with silence.

“Hey honey, you could be my drug You could be my new prescription Too much could be an overdose All this trash talk make me itchin' Oh my, my shit Everybody talks, everybody talks Everybody talks, too much”

Oh.

So that was what this was about.

You had just explained Inosuke why everyone was acting so weirdly around him. After a week of suspicious glances being shot at him and tiny whispers tickling his ears, he had finally come to you, admitting his defeat and obliviousness with social interactions.

“Pffft-”, Inosuke snorted, taking off his boar head, as he began to cackle, holding his stomach with his arms, struggling to inhale in between the cackles. This took you by surprise. After the years of knowing him, you still couldn’t claim to know him throughout, as he was like a flag, changing its direction unexpectedly with the wind. Inosuke was now cackling and rolling on the floor, his raucous laughs bouncing off the walls of the room, filling the whole estate with it.

“Idiots! They are idiots! Don’t they know everyone does that!? Even the animals!” He managed to say, not understanding why such a natural thing was considered as a taboo between the corps. It made no sense to him. Why hide such a thing, that gave all of them an opportunity to live in the first place!?

Suddenly, the boy was on his feet, hitting his fist of his palm, as a lightbulb went on overhead.

“Master Inosuke must teach his apprentices a lesson!” Inosuke roared, comical sparkles surrounding him. You couldn’t resist a laugh leaving your lips, covering your mouth in the process, trying not to hurt his surprisingly fragile ego.

“Alright, go ahead, I’m sure they’ll appreciate it”, You encourage him, and off he went on his merry way, nodding enthusiastically to you. In a blink of an eye, he was already gone, and you were left alone, stifling with laughter.

“Oh my, they’re gonna end me for this”

#inosuke imagines #inosuke x reader #demon slayer inosuke #inosuke kny #kimetsu no yaiba inosuke #inosuke hashibira #inosuke x y/n #inosuke hashiriba #inosuke x you #kny inosuke #inosuke kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #kny

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your-daily-dose-of-fandoms · 2 years

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could i request cuddling hcs with genya?? thanks so much!!

Aye, aye captain! Thank you for your request, I genuinely hope that you enjoy!💙🌌

🔫 Oh my God this boy does not even dare to dream of hugging you

🔫 The idea of it wouldn't leave his mind if he were to succumb to it

🔫 He would not think he'd be worth it :(

🔫 You would absolutely have to initiate it

🔫 He'd freeze

🔫 His mind would just go totally blank

🔫 *trembling intensifies*

🔫 Hesitantly, he would place his hand on your lower back, the other one under you neck, and draw little circles on your skin with his thumb

🔫 Would not like PDA, unless he feels like someone's staring at you a bit too much

🔫 His favorite position would be when he'd lay on his back, you hugging him from his side, silently letting your hand hover over his scars, as you'd be secured in his arms

🔫 If someone were to surprise you two from cuddling, he'd out of instinct push you away and try to act formal despite being flustered and blushing all the way to his ears

🔫 You'd just laugh

🔫 And get a lock on the door afterwards (He insisted on it)

🔫 When he'd be stressed, he'd often like to be enveloped into a hug, his face nuzzling in the crook of your neck, whilst you'd scratch his scalp, him humming softly

🔫 This boy needs A LOT of attention

🔫 His love language is human touch

🔫 Probably a lack of it as a child made him desperate for it, so much that he doesn't even realize it before the first hug

🔫 He'd tug your hand softly in public, signaling you that he'd need some time alone with you

🔫 He is a small spoon, change my mind

🔫 Would at nights turn his back to you, wiggle closer to you, and raise his head a bit for your arm to go under his neck

🔫 All of this without saying a word

🔫 All in one, this boy loves hugs, and will fight for them

#shinazugawa genya #genya x reader #shinaguzawa genya #kimetsu no yaiba genya #genya shinazugawa #kny genya #demon slayer genya #kimetsu genya #genya demon slayer #genya kny #genya kimetsu no yaiba #genya x you #genya x y/n #genya headcanons #genya hcs #genya cuddles

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your-daily-dose-of-fandoms · 2 years

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Hi, I love your writing! Can you pls do headcanons of Inosuke and female!reader who's really afraid of the dark?

Thank you for such a lovely request anon! I hope you have had a good day, and will have even better one after this! Enjoy!💙🌌

🐗 First of all, Inosuke would not be the best person to understand your fear

🐗 But goddamn, would he be the best person to protect you from it

🐗 This boy has slept in a dark forest for his whole life, he does not know fear

🐗 He'd always try to get you over your fears, saying that you'd benefit from it eventually

🐗 Will drag you to a dark forest for a walk, letting you to hold his hand eventually

🐗 His senses though

🐗 He would be able to sense everything that's able to move within a mile

🐗 No one would be better at keeping you safe

🐗 And he sure as hell does that, even if you weren't scared

🐗 He is, and will always protect you from anything that goes on your way

🐗 Will react even at the slightest sounds, being even more precise of your surroundings than you

🐗 You're his mate for life, irreplaceable, nothing could hurt you while you're with him

🐗 At first though, he'd think you were scared, because he was not enough to protect you :(

🐗 After days of reassuring him that he was the best protection you'd ever had, he accepted it

🐗 Absolutely would not be able to sleep with lights on tho, you'd have to make some compromises

🐗 But tbh, a tight hug from Inosuke makes you feel much safer than anything else in the world

🐗 And he'll always sleep with another eye open for you

#demon slayer inosuke #inosuke x reader #inosuke kny #inosuke hashibira #kimetsu no yaiba inosuke #inosuke x you #inosuke imagines #inosuke x y/n #inosuke hashiriba #inosuke hashiriba x reader #inosuke headcanons #demon slayer #demon slayer headcanons #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kny imagines #kny x y/n

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your-daily-dose-of-fandoms · 2 years

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General dating headcanons with Sabito please?? Like, in the context that he lived?? Tysm!!

Alrighty then! Beware yourself for our beautiful man, we wish lived: Sabito!! Hope you enjoy!💙🌌 (Btw, I love this gif)

Sabito x Reader Dating Headcanons

🌸 Would think little of himself, being unsure if you'd like him back. Would feel like dating wouldn't be appropriate as a demon slayer, and would find easier to only focus on one goal

🌸 Would stay silent, treat you like everyone else, unless he feels like you're in danger

🌸 OH god how he acts like when you're under a threat

🌸 He has a thing for protecting you from anything he considers as a danger, trying to prove himself a man worthy of your time

🌸 You think it's just to boost up his ego though

🌸 He'd probably confess you accidentally during a fight

🌸 "Why do you think I keep protecting you?! To become a man worthy of your time!!"

🌸 Would probs happen during the Final selection, and thanks to the confidence boost you'd give him after that, he'd be able to defeat the Hand Demon

🌸 He'd always be smothering you, so much, that you'd often have to remind him that you can do things by yourself, and are capable to protect yourself and others even without him

🌸 He'd always take matters in his own hands, if he feels like someone does not treat you well enough

🌸 "If you're a man, then treat her as such and don't be such a coward!"

🌸 You'd often braid and brush his hair, and he'd secretly love it

🌸 Would love enveloping you in his arms after a rough day, as he'd finally be sure that you'd be safe

🌸 Always worrying: If this man had a phone, he'd always make sure that you'd get home safe

🌸 Would thrive from your compliments, especially when he'd be feeling down

🌸 The self-confidence boost would be immense

🌸 When asked about you in the beginning of your relationship, he'd just give a smile and then change the subject

🌸 Would be pessimistic of the relationship at first, but taking a pride in it after a while

🌸 The development of his self-confidence would be amazing to watch, going from thinking of not deserving you or not being man enough, from boasting of you and keeping his ground with pride

🌸 He'd be jealous as hell though

#kimetsu no yaiba #kny #demon slayer #sabito #Sabito kny #sabito x y/n #sabito x you #sabito x reader #sabito headcanons #sabito fluff #sabito demon slayer #sabito kimetsu no yaiba

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your-daily-dose-of-fandoms · 2 years

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Can I get obanai with an shy reader and they somehow gets into an argument and he accidentally makes them cries so they run or storm out (your choice) how would he make it up to them .w.

Thank you anon for this amazing request! Your word is my law so here you go! I hope you enjoy!💙🌌

Obanai x Reader

Devote your heart

Being the Tsuguko of the certain serpent pillar, was not always merry.

Especially when you had grown to have an enormous crush on him.

Obanai did not hesitate on pointing out your flaws, mercilessly berating you at every fault you made. He was not the fan of having a Tsuguko, but he thrived in taking you down in every possible way. He had told you repeatedly that you weren’t good enough, nor fit for the role you had been assigned to, and he had made it very clear from the start, that you would either suffer like a cornered prey, or give up for good. There was no other option. If you weren’t fit for his training, you weren’t fit for the role you so hard tried to achieve.

You had climbed up ranks, but it was hopeless to rank up in his eyes. You would always be an abandoned hope, meaningless Mizunoto in his eyes. To him, you were nothing but fragile and hesitant, too humane for the field you were trying to thrive in. It was in vain to even try, you would be trampled upon as soon as you’d have space to grow.

You tried to tell yourself that you were sufficient and that you were just a mere step away from your goals, your fingertips almost touching them, just like trees brushed the sky. But believing in yourself was hard when every word said by him hit you like a whip. Sharp, harrowing, glass plastered bullwhip, causing you heart wrenching anguish with every hit you took. It was not thriving you forward, it was piercing your heart with tormented, crimson wounds, ripping your heart and soul apart. It was devouring you of who you used to be, leaving you cracked on the floor, destined to gather the endless shards breaking down in your heart.

You had made it so far by fooling yourself. Thinking that you could maybe someday surpass his expectations, so that he could be proud of you for once. You had fallen in love with him, forgiven and forgotten, reminding yourself from time and time again how he could be. You had fallen in love with your own imagination, the endless ‘what if’s in your mind. Falling over his soft side, the concealed emotions, the ones hidden and buried deep inside him, locked in for good, waiting for them to rot away, so that no one could ever find them. You flourished in imagining the day he’d open up to you, tell you his tragic past, opening his heart and shedding it all to you, like a snake sheds its skin.

If you were honest, it all somewhat resembled a Stockholm’s syndrome.

That was until the day, when you finally cracked.

“You useless brat! You’re impossible to underestimate! Have you come here just to enjoy yourself?!”

The words rang in your ears, as you came to a halt. It felt like forever for you to comprehend his words, placing them in order, and realizing the ill intent behind them. It made you blink your eyes as you took in a sharp inhale, clasping your hands into fists. Your nails drew blood from your palms, as you turned on your heels to look at the man. Your hair was a mess, sticking on the sides of your face in disarray. The light casted dark shadows under your drained eyes, and your mouth was slightly agape, lips parting apart. It had been a long day, and you were utterly, completely, fed up with him. The blood was rushing to your face, and your breath hitched in your throat, making it hard to think clearly. You had had enough.

"Were you born a cunt, or is it something you have to recommit yourself to every morning?!” You let out, forcing yourself to look at him, raising your chin in the process. Tears were staring to dwell in the corners of your eyes, as you bit your lip, refusing to back down. Your form had begun to shake uncontrollably. You had started to regret your words by now, wanting to retreat and take your words back. You were not like this. You were soft-spoken, timid and organized, never expressing bad attitude in front of authorities. But the words have been spoken aloud, left to hang in the tight atmosphere, waiting for his rigorous, sharp-tongued comeback, that would yet again break you down.

But it never came.

It seemed like you had taken Obanai by surprise, judging by the incomprehensible eyes, surveying you attentively. You took this chance for your benefit, and decided to run off, storming away from the estate.

As you ran, there were various thoughts bouncing in your head, hitting the sides of your skull, making your head ache. Your head was throbbing, and you couldn’t get a clear grasp of your surroundings nor yourself. You had fell all over the place, vague pieces left for you to organize. You felt horrid, humiliated and troubled. You were breaking apart, hot tears running down your crimson cheeks, as you pushed away branches and vines that came to your way. You found yourself in the forest.

You let yourself to stop, as you broke down on the forest floor, scrambling across the vines. You felt how the wave of shock and despair had finished washing over you, and you were left with empty feeling of loneliness and being lost. You were sure Obanai would abandon you for good, and you would have to deal with the consequences of your actions. But as you came to your senses, logical side of your taking the wheel, you realized you held no regret anymore. You had done the right thing. And unless he came and apologized profoundly, you’d be done with him. You deserved better.

After a while of laying in the midst of vines, wishing for them to hide you from the world for a stretch, you heard someone drop down next to you from the trees. You knew who it was, and you closed your eyes, ready for a nasty remark.

“Ha? Did you really think you could outrun Hashira?”, Obanai let out, as you visioned him crouching down next to you in his usual manner. He poked you, as if checking if you were alive. As you didn’t react in any way, but situating yourself better on the ground, sitting up, he grunted, taking a more serious tone.

“You need to get up, I won’t wait here for the whole day”, He continued, poking you yet again. Kaburamaru hissed in agreement. Even his presence felt like it was berating or mocking you, and you couldn’t help but let out a silent sob, loud enough for him to hear. You felt like his hand was hovering over you, stopped in its tracks when he heard your wheeze.

“Oi! Why are you crying?” He questioned, but your sobs only got louder, as you tried to shield yourself from him. This caused Obanai to be left dumbfounded, so much, that suddenly you heard a loud ‘ouch’ from behind you. You quickly turned to look behind you with wide, glassy eyes, only to burst out laughing at the sigh in front of you.

Kaburamaru, for some reason, had ended up with part of Obanai’s arm in his mouth, looking distressed. Maybe it was to remind Obanai of basic human decency, or maybe it was just a mindless predator of its own, but nonetheless, it made you laugh so hard, that you had to wipe tears from the corners of your eyes. The sight was absurd. The bewildered look on Obanai’s face as he tried to process the situation, and the anxious eyes of the predator, which did not know what to do in such a situation.

Quickly, Obanai gained his composure back, and ripped the snake off from his arms, rubbing the spot where it had dug its teeth on. He looked at you, the bewildered look in his eyes now vanished, as he then turned to look and hiss at the snake. When he was done, his eyes still averted from yours.

“I’m sorry”

He simply said, now looking at you. His eyes were unreadable, but you could tell that his apology was genuine. It was rare of him to put effort into any kind of relationship, and you have only experienced him treating someone as an equal with the pillars. Even to them, he was harsh and foul-mouthed as always. Now, you felt like he looked at you as a soldier, who was ready to put their life on the line, equal to him.

“But I don’t want you to devote your heart to something like this. It does not suit you. It only suits people with filthy blood like me, someone, who cannot be purified without sacrificing themselves. That is not you. You deserve to be reborn in a world with no demons, with someone who can make you happy, who does not have to worry about protecting you”, He opened up his heart, letting you get an insight of what he had buried so long ago. There it was, inside him, a small and gentle flare, almost suffocated under the façade that he pulled off. And he had decided to show it to you.

You were moved. This was it, the moment you had been dreaming of, and the glimpse of him that you had seen, was worth more than money. The way he had trusted you, like you were equal to him, confirmed your hypothesis. He was not the devil himself; he was self-loathing lonely pillar, who was lost in his way of communication. He had a lot to improve, but the good in him had started to become more realistic in your eyes. You were ready to give him a chance, train under his watch, and improve. But you would stand your ground, starting from now.

“I’m sorry you think of yourself in such a way, but I do not need any protection. I decide my future on my own, and you can be part of it, or get out of the way. But thank you for apologizing, really... Maybe we can make something out of this”, You told him, standing up, and offering him a hand. He refused, getting on his feet by himself, as his eyes looked somewhat relieved. It looked like a burden had been lifted off from his shoulders, and he held no aggression in his stare as he laid his gaze upon you.

“Alright, we can try that”, He said, and you blessed him with such a smile, that would put the sun and moon in shame. Your eyes were swollen and red, your nose still running a bit, as you chuckled and wiped it away. Your hair was still a mess, now single branches and leaves sticking out of it, but still he found himself being astounded by your appearance. As you started to walk away, your back slowly growing in distance, he had stayed in his place, finding himself thinking of you.

‘I want to die defeating Muzan, and I pray that it will purify my filthy blood. Then, if I am reborn as a human being in a peaceful world without Demons, I will tell you of my feelings for you.’

#kny #demon slayer #demon slayer obanai #obanai x reader #obanaiiguro #kimetsu no yaiba obanai #iguro obanai #obanai x y/n #obanai fluff #obanai iguro #obanai x you #obanai x reader fight #obanai angst

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your-daily-dose-of-fandoms · 2 years

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Hi! (: May I request a zenitsu x f demon slayer! reader fluff where they saved a very young child during a mission and they don’t know where the child came from so they have to take care of it for a while and they get closer because of this bc they’re like parents now. And then one night the kid won’t stop crying so zenitsu goes to comfort them and the reader wakes up and finds him gently singing the child to sleep and they just melt. Thank you !🌌⭐️

Thank you for your request! This was really fun to write! Hope you enjoy!!

Zenitsu x Reader

Motherly instinct

You had never really wanted a child. Part of it could be because you never really got a good example on how to raise one, as your parents were too busy to maintain their façade to care about you, and part of it was, because you never saw yourself as motherly figure. You were a demon slayer, maybe a friend and a bad spinoff of a daughter, but no, you never saw yourself as mom.

But there you were, holding a little toddler, maybe about two years old, in your arms, gazing into his golden brown eyes, as he was focused on your face, his eyelids slowly becoming heavier by each passing second.

You were not sure what to do. Some part of you had thought, that when you'd get a child in your arms, you'd instantly know what to do, that some motherly instinct would take over you. But you felt no different, and you could guess, that the motherly instinct was a gift only given to rare chosen ones.

It felt wrong to hold the child in your arms, as if, the hands that had commited so many sins before, were not allowed to touch something so pure and clueless. You felt like commiting crime, when holding him with your hands that had blood on them.

He was not a demon. He had life in his eyes. He was living, yet still very simple human being, and that was the exact problem. You had never felt so helpless in your life, and you had to remind yourself, that in fact, this was only temporary, until the child could be given a better home. Although you never knew how to handle a child, you knew your duty was to save lives, and that was the exact thing you did when you saw the child hidden under a bush, with little note attached to the basket he was peacefully sleeping in.

Suddenly, the child in your arms, that had been just moments ago gazing quietly your eyes with satisfied expression on his face, had burst into tears. Snot was running all over his face, and you looked around, panicking, trying to search for the reason he was crying, whilst trying calm down the kid by swinging him from side to side and muttering incoherent sweet nothings to him.

Good for you, the door opened, revealing Zenitsu with diapers, feeders, and all kinds of toys he could gather in such a short notice in his hands. His eyes were wide, and he accidentally dropped one diaper, as he hurried up to you, muttering comforting words under his breath. He emptied his arms on the floor, as he gently scooped up the child from your arms, as your were willing to let him do so. You let out a sigh of relief.

"What's wrong with him? Is he hungry?" You asked, crossing your legs and looking at the boy, who was swinging the kid from side to side, whispering soft words to him and looking at him with a look in his eyes that you thought could only been seen in the eyes of mothers.

He was the one, you thought. He had been gifted with the motherly instinct.

Zenitsu gently raised the kid above him, and smelled, as he the scrunched up his nose and let the kid down.

"I think we need to change the diaper", He said, whilst taking a small blanket from the pile of different toys and equipment he had brought, and laid it on the floor. Then he gently laid the kid afterwards, and started to take the kid's pants off.

"We? No, no, no, I'm out of here, I don't need to learn how to do it", You told and Zenitsu didn't even cast a look at you, as he was so focused on the kid, making sure that he didn't accidentally hurt him. Something about that made you frustrated.

"I need your help, I don't really know how to do it either", Zenitsu told, still not even looking at you, as you sighed, rolling your eyes and instantly giving up. You convinced yourself that it was because you didn't want to make him cry and complain about you to Tanjiro, but you knew that he was at the moment so focused on the child, that he would not really even need you or care if you left the room.

Still, you stayed. Partly because you didn't want to leave his company, and partly because you felt strange responsibility of the child.

Zenitsu took off the diaper, and you stuck your tongue out, scrunching your face up and pinching your nose.

"Ewww", You said, as you still tried to pay attention how Zenitsu was putting the new diaper on.

"Now, could you please take this outside?", Zenitsu asked, and your jaw dropped.

"Seriously? This was what you needed help with?!" You asked, your voice raising at first, but then calming yourself down as you didn't want to scare the child. Zenitsu did not look at you, but you could see the corners of his mouth twitching upwards. You took a deep inhale, and took the old diaper, holding it as far away from you as possible.

"Fine, but you can take the next one out", You said, trying to resist the amused smile making its way on your face. However, you proceeded to take the diaper out, all whilst muttering out curses for the thunder boy, who so suddenly had come out of his shell, all for the little child the two of you had found.

As the days passed by, the two of you got a lot closer than before. It almost felt like you were the kid's parents, and by every day, you got more fond of him. Not like you showed it though, but Zenitsu could see it from the way you looked at the child when no one else was looking, and how you would reach up for the kid and stroke his cheek with your thumb. At those moments, there were no wrinkles or worries on your face, and your eyes were glittering with adoration and fondness. And at those moments, Zenitsu could only sigh and watch you express those emotions you had only seldom showed, and wish to be yours.

You had pushed your bed to Zenitsu's room, -you were staying at the butterfly estate-, as the two of you had awkwardly come to the point where it was the best possible solution. Partly because neither of you felt at ease when sleeping apart from the kid, and partly because it was easier to organize the sleep schedule then.

Somehow, your bed that had at first been in the opposite part of the room, had now moved right next to Zenitsu's bed, and at mornings, you could sometimes find yourself sleeping right next to him, your bodies almost touching. The two of you were like two pieces in a puzzle for each other, but you had not clicked in yet. His embrace looked so tempting and you wanted nothing more than to just hug him and never let go, but every time you were unconsciously about to do that, the both of you realized what was going to happen, and he turned pink and quickly turned his back at you, silently breaking your heart.

But tonight, as you woke up, automatically giving a look next to you, he was not there. You felt a heavy thump in your chest as you sat up, looking around with a puzzled stare. You felt even more confused, when you saw that the child was gone too, and you sat in your bed, thinking about what to do, until you heard muffled singing behind the door, from the hallway. Your eyebrows shot up, as you gently laid your bare feet on the cold wooden floor, standing up, and heading towards it. As you got closer, the singing got louder, and you could make out some words, and when you finally got behind the door, and opened it just a little bit, you heard it clear. Zenitsu was singing.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine", His voice was as clear as the sky, and you felt your heart jump in your chest, as if trying to get out of the cage you had set for it.

"You make me happy, when skies are gray", He continued, and you could see that the child was in his arms, peacefully staring at Zenitsu's face, waiting for him to continue almost as much as you did. The child's eyes were red, and face swollen, and you could guess from the little sniffles he let out, that he had just been crying.

"You'll never know dear, how much I love you" , He started to finish, and you felt ache in your chest, wanting him to continue. But still, in that moment, magic in the air, or maybe it was just the fact that you had just woken up, made you melt at the sight in front of you. You smiled.

"Please don't take my sunshine away", Zenitsu finished and the child laughed when Zenitsu hugged him a little tighter, and booped his nose.

Zenitsu turned around, and screamed when he saw you, which made the kid flinch, as he was about to cry again. You sent him an apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry..", You whispered, scared that the magic would shatter at any given moment. You walked closer and gave a look at the child, your smile softening at the moment your eyes laid upon him.

"You.. You sang really well", You finally said and raised your eyes off from the child and looked at Zenitsu, who was glad that it was too dark for you to see his blushing face. Gosh, he was embarrassed.

"Thanks.." He squeaked silently, and you chuckled, taking the child gently from his arms, automatically starting the swing motion, to make him fall asleep.

"Come", You told and nudged his shoulder.

"Let's go to sleep", You continued and pecked his cheek, going to the room where your beds were, satisfied smile on your face, leaving the poor boy blushing behind, frozen in his place.

Yes, maybe the motherly instinct was not a gift given to everyone, but with a right partner, everyone could be a good mother.

#demon slayer #kny #kny zenitsu #zenitsu kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba zenitsu #zenitsu agatsuma #demon slayer zenitsu #zenitsu x you #zenitsu headcanons #zenitsu imagines #zenitsu x reader #zenitsu x y/n

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your-daily-dose-of-fandoms · 2 years

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(Write this if you want to. Otherwise, please delete the ask.) Hello! I had seen ghat you'd made a Tanjiro and Giyuu being tickled by their S/O, and i really wanted to see it with Zenitsu. (Could be hcs or a oneshot, thanks!)

Thank you for your request anon! I hope you have an amazing day and enjoy these hcs!

Zenitsu x Reader: Tickling Headcannons

⚡ You can tickle this man from every SINGLE place, and he'll go crazy

⚡ Even when you don't try to tickle him, he'd suddenly start screaming and laughing at your touch

⚡ Behind the ears, head, sides, tummy, literally EVERYWHERE

⚡ It'll get to the point where you'd have hard time not to tickle him

⚡With every single touch, you'd accidentally brush a ticklish place

⚡ And oh god when you tickle him-

⚡ He is simply not able to stay in place

⚡ He'd crawl and scream and get out of breath. He'd act like he's been possessed by a demon, including his unholy screeches

⚡ It seems like you're torturing him rather than tickling

⚡ And he's accidentally smacked you once or twice when wiggling in his place, pleading you to stop

⚡ You might or might not have tied him up in his sleep, and awoken him with a tickle attack

⚡ Let's say he did not talk to you for a week after that

⚡ Or at least he tried not to

⚡ He secretly at times hopes for it

⚡ He loves seeing you laugh and getting all excited of it

⚡ But in conclusion, this man will absolutely not be able to stay in place in any sort of massage or when you just brush his back absentmindedly

⚡ Should come with a warning: "Will lose his mind when touched"

#demon slayer #kny #kny zenitsu #demon slayer zenitsu #zenitsu kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba zenitsu #zenitsu agatsuma #zenitsu headcanons #zenitsu x you #zenitsu fluff #zenitsu x reader #tickling zenitsu

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your-daily-dose-of-fandoms · 2 years

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AAAAA IM NEW ANDNI FRICKING LOVE UR BLOG– I was like wondering if maybe you could write a Zenitsu x Fem!Reader where she acts all confident and Sassy but she's actually a coward like Zenitsu?

Hi! Thank you for your request! I hope you don't feel like I missed the point, since this took somewhat angsty turn. Hope you enjoy!

Zenitsu x Coward! Reader

Fake it till you make it

As long as you could remember, you had one motto in life: Fake it till you make it.

It had worked perfectly, so much, that you had started to believe it yourself. You had faced disgusting beings with the face of your own, committing to ending your life in a shift movement. You had climbed up ranks, fooled even yourself aside others, and made you seem brave in the eyes of everyone else. If someone were to describe you, they would say words such as “undefeatable” , “daring” and “courageous”. You had dug a deep hole into you, and buried all your faults in there, waiting for them to rot.

That was, until you met Zenitsu.

You hated him. You hated everything he represented. Because he reminded you of all the sides you had buried and hidden deep inside you. His existence was like a mocking reminder, unintentional attack to your own very being that no one knew of. He hit you like a cold rain in the fall, ripping and shaking you awake from the reality you had created for yourself, no matter how deep you dug your nails into it.

And it hurt.

It hurt seeing how everyone treated him, how they looked at him with such a resentment, talked of him behind his back. How no one, in their right minds, ever considered him as nothing but a waste of space. Like his very existence was for nothing, just because he showed the emotion that everyone else hid behind their facades like cowards. When it was about Zenitsu, everyone acted like they knew no pain or fear, never had in their lives, and that gave them the right to judge and discriminate him. They were the real cowards, you often thought, but you knew that if you were to be like him, you would receive the exact same treatment.

And it hurt that you didn’t stop them.

Something about the way he felt the need to show his emotions, with little to no shame for his actions, made you feel attacked. How you had pretended for your whole life to be someone else, putting all your efforts towards that hopeless dream, and he could just come into your life and do everything that you couldn’t. It often made you wonder if all you had done had been for nothing. If you could have spent the lonely nights, crying in your room, trembling with fear, with someone else, who could have comforted you. If everyone would treat you the same, even at your most vulnerable moments. If for a while, you could feel like a human again.

Zenitsu was the heartwrenching reminder of who you were, and you treated him like your treated yourself. Ignoring, belittlening, impatiently and with no empathy.

Because he could do something you couldn’t. He was himself.

And even when being the most vulnerable of all, he had still begun to surpass you. He had cried, mourned, and let go. He let himself to bloom into a beautiful flower. He still cried, was afraid, and showed it all, but he had turned it to his benefit. He had made his fear a weapon. And that’s how he had grown. He had grown so much that you barely could recognize him anymore. He was no longer the same, and the more he grew apart from you, the more you felt resentment towards yourself.

You couldn’t back up now, no one would understand. And you had drawn away the only person who could. Just because of how jealous you were. And you hated yourself more and more after each passing day, contemplating just running away and disappearing into nothingess, getting the treatment you deserve.

But you couldn’t bear being alone in this demon scattered world. Not anymore.

All of this was, until one faithful day, when Zenitsu came to you.

“Why do you hate me (Y/N)-Chan?”

The question had brought you to a halt during a search for a fire wood. You had been paired with Zenitsu, and your were travelling across a forest, vines covering the forest floor, making it hard to walk. Thoughts had taken you over right when you had started to walk, letting yourself to drift away from reality, distancing yourself from the paranoid boy behind you, occasionally slashing a branch away from your face.

“What?” You asked, stopping in your tracks, tempting to continue like nothing had ever been spoken aloud. You had heard him the first time, but you needed time to gain your composure back. You had dreaded for this moment. The moment when you’d have to face the boy’s sorrowful eyes that you’d been trying to avoid. The moment when you’d have to see your reflection from them. His voice held a depth of emotions, ones which you could easily recognize. You did not look behind you, but you could tell he was looking at his feet when talking. Your stomach churned.

“Why do you hate me? I know I irritate all of you, but we’ve been travelling together for a while now, and you never even talk to me unless you have to. You look at me with such a look that reminds me of my past. You frown when you see me happy, but sigh when I cry. What have I ever done to you (Y/N)-Chan? Why do you hate me so much?” Zenitsu began rambling, his voice fastening with every word. You could tell that he was holding back tears, since his voice began to crack. He ended his questions with a high-pitched note. You firmly kept your gaze in front of you, not daring to look back.

“Daring”

“Brave”

“Amazing!”

Bullshit, you had never been one of those. And you would not be now. The step to take was way too big for the feet of yours. You could not take responsibility, because you knew that you’d break down if you started talking. You never wanted any harm, but shielding yourself had ironically made you the most vulnerable. You had dug this hole for yourself for a moment of relief. You stayed silent.

“Sometimes..”, Zenitsu had now begun to sob, his voice blurring together with uneven hiccups.

“Sometimes, I think I hear you screaming in your head, at times you mention me. But on the outside you ignore me yet again... Why? Please tell me!”, Zenitsu let out his pleads, wishing for even a glance from you. The ground was falling underneath him, but little did he know, you felt the same. How could he have been so considerate? So attentive? You thought you had been good in shielding him away, but even then, your facade never stopped cracking. But only he was able to see it. Or maybe, he was the only one who wanted to.

You were such a coward. You were not able to look him into his eyes, nor risk you breaking your heart at the sight. You hated this. You wanted it to stop. Why couldn’t you just act like nothing had ever happened? Why did he have to bring it up?! And why you couldn’t do anything about it..? All of the thoughts were running through your head violently, and you couldn’t help but search for something to distract you from the conversation Zenitsu was in the need of. Your legs were trembling, but even the thought of facing a demon was better than this. You had at least slayed demons before.

“(Y/N)-Chan.. Please talk to me!!”

You felt him tug your hand, and wrap his arms around your waist in a pleading manner, wanting to have something to hold on to. His grab was desperate, and he was struggling with wiping all the tears and snot away, as he tried to talk. How could he be so affectionate? You’ve been nothing but headache for him. But something in his touch told you that he understood. Even now, when you hadn’t uttered a word, too afraid to, he was ready to forget and forgive, wanting acceptance and affection instead.

Your legs gave up on you, and you both slowly descended on the ground.

“Why do you hate me? Why do you hate me??!”, Zenitsu was wiggling in your arms, and you let him be, letting him finish his tantrum, thankful for the time you had been granted to gather your thoughts. The more time passed, the guiltier you felt. How could you possibly tell him all the pent up emotions that you’d been battling with. How could you make him realize, that it was not him that you hated, it was yourself? Before you had realized, he had calmed down in your arms, taking advantage of the situation and staying in the position, waiting for you to talk.

“Zenitsu..”, You started, and he raised his head a bit, not daring to look at you just yet. You found yourself smiling a little, feeling your heart ache for his worry. You knew how he felt. Atfer gathering all of the courage to confront you, he was afraid of the outcome.

“It is not you who I hate. It is me. I hate how you’re able to so freely and carelessly show you’re afraid, while I’m stuck inside my head, searching for an escape”, You continued, and Zenitsu lift up his head fully to look at you. Finally, you had gathered up enough courage to face him, and your heart skipped. He didn’t seem angry nor sad, instead his eyes were filled with understandament. You felt tears of relief prickle in the corners of your eyes.

“But if it’s okay with you, I would like to try to accept myself through you”, You came to the realization as you said it, and in that moment, everything seemed to clear. If you were to feel acceptance towards him, if you grew to like him, maybe you could began to accept yourself as well. Zenitsu looked at you, blinking his eyes as the realization came upon him. For a moment it was silent. Then, he tackled you into a hug.

“Awww!!! (Y/N)-Chan~!! I love you too!! That’s so sweet of you!! Let’s get married!” He chimed, nuzzling his face into your neck and wiggling on top of you. You froze for a minute, but then let out a hearty laugh, wrapping your arms around him. This caused his face to explode in a fiery red, as he kept on wiggling happily.

“Oi!! Monitsu!! What are you doing?!? We need that goddamn wood, and you’re here fighting with (Y/N)?!? Get off from top of her!!”

But Zenitsu didn’t listen. A huge burden had been taken from his shoulders, and he felt relieved. He would not be letting go in a while.

#kny #demon slayer #kny zenitsu #demon slayer zenitsu #zenitsu kimetsu no yaiba #zenitsu agatsuma #kimetsu no yaiba zenitsu #zenitsu x reader #zenitsu x you #zenitsu x y/n #zenitsu x coward! reader

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your-daily-dose-of-fandoms · 2 years

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Hello there, I hope you're having a great day, or night.

May I request some headcannons for Zenitsu with a partner who is very stoic and silent, and have difficulty expressing their feelings but is very soft inside? Bonus points if Zenitsu discovers when they're trying to show him how much they love the blond boy.

[ Pardon for any english mistakes, it's not my first language. ]

Hello there! Thank you for waiting patiently on this request, I hope it pleases you, and makes you smile a little! Thank you for such a nice request, hope you enjoy!

Zenitsu x Stoic! Reader Headcannons

⚡It was a miracle that you two got together

⚡To everyone else, you seemed so stoic and silent

⚡And then there was Zenitsu, a polar opposite of you, always in the need of love and affection

⚡ There was no way you two could match

⚡Only god knows how you two started dating, but according to rumors (probably spread by Inosuke), it was you who confessed

⚡Tbh it was you, but it was done with a letter written days prior, sneaked into the pocket of his outfit whilst he was taking a shower

⚡ Inosuke had found Zenitsu passed out in the changing room

⚡ Zenitsu would always brag about you tho, and when he'd feel insecure of himself and the relationship between you two, he would secretly make up stories of you two, and spread them around.

⚡ Unknown to him, these rumors had reached up to you

⚡ You had secretly been battling with your troubles of letting your walls down and showing him how you truly felt

⚡ And when you realized how much it affected him, you did not know what to do

⚡ You felt sad, insecure, and even a little bit betrayed at the same time

⚡ And that's how you ended up leaving post-it notes everywhere he'd go

⚡ You'd stack them in your pockets, and hide them for him to find

⚡ You would write maybe even hundreds of them, all with cute little messages for him to cheer up his day

⚡ Messages would range from complimenting him, to writing a whole-ass poem

⚡ At first it was difficult (and you may or may not have read few books about the topic), but you started to find it as good coping mechanism

⚡ Eventually, you would start to write those notes (without the lovey dovey stuff) to everyone else too

⚡ But oh boy was Zenitsu's reaction worth it

⚡ He had been feeling a little down lately, and when he found the first note, with little heart and simple three words written on it, his heart almost jumped out of his chest

⚡ Inosuke might or might not carried him to the infirmary after finding Zenitsu passed out again

⚡ It seemed a bit of a taboo to speak about the little notes left for him, so he didn't mention them to you, although his legs felt like jelly everytime he looked at you, and blush would dust his cheeks when he'd find yet another note

⚡ But the changed atmosphere, and the short glances given between you two, and how it felt like a huge weight had been lifted of off your shoulders, was totally worth it

⚡ You loved that boy with all your heart, and now he knew it too.

#kny #demon slayer #zenitsu headcanons #zenitsu kimetsu no yaiba #zenitsu x you #zenitsu x reader #zenitsu x y/n #kimetsu no yaiba #kny zenitsu

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your-daily-dose-of-fandoms · 2 years

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Ahoy buster 😎🤘 what's up? May I please request a Zenitsu x Female!Reader where she is like really good at acting? And that she uses her skills to confuse the demons, play with them or simply convince them. Thank you very much kind person!

I know it's been a while, since I've updated, but I hope this does reach you and makes your day a little bit better! I'm so sorry for the wait, I hope you enjoy!

Zenitsu x Actor! Reader

Breath in.

And out.

Keep up the posture.

No, no, no (Y/N)!! The posture!

And now, smile. This was your time to shine.

You had reached the point where you were not sure which part was you. Who was the one whose legs were rooted hard on the ground, even though they felt like a shaking mess? Who was the one with fierce and determined look, with glistening sweat and confident smile on their face? Was it really you? Or the role you were in? Either you did not know, or had no time to think, as you faced the man-eating monster in front of you. So familiar, yet something so inhumane, that it made shivers go down your spine. Your heart beat against your ribcage, your throat dry of shouting, and yet you had the will to step closer, grabbing your blade tighter with each step you took closer to a certain death. The light around you was almost unbearable, as you did your best not to squint your eyes. It was close. Much closer than you’d like it to be.

And then, you swung your blade and cut its head of.

The crowd began to cheer, as you turned around and basked in the spotlight that so tenderly washed over your features, claiming you its own. The audience went wild, applauding for you way longer than usual, and you were overjoyed, tired and smiling all the way to your ears. You were breathing heavily, raising your hands above you in victory, as sweat was dripping of the warmness of the theater, as well as from your success. The overwhelming sense of victory was all you could feel.

Maybe it was the crowd cheering, or adrenaline rushing through your head, when the first scream went unnoticed. Then there was another, and yet another, which was followed with total silence. The audience had gone silent too, being so still that you could have sworn they had frozen on their places. Murmuring reached your ears, crowd starting to shift uncomfortably, and at the same moment when there was seen blood flowing on the stage from the backstage, the screams began. People were shoving off each other, yelling for names and a lone child was left crying on the stairs.

No, no, no!!

Don’t leave!

Suddenly everything was wrong. You had dreamed of this moment. You had yearned for it. You had worked for it. Now it was all gone; your glory, your dreams, your future. Just like a leaf that was destined to fall and cripple during autumn. You’d had everything you wanted for that bare moment, but that might as well been a nightmare. Because now you had lost everything. It felt unreal, like untouchable memory that you just now remembered. You fell on your knees, watching people run in slow motion, slightly raising up a hand after them. This was it. You had no way out, and soon you’d die alone in the place where you had expected to start living. How ironic.

But when you heard the footsteps behind you, smelled the rotten flesh, and turned to look your certain doom into its eyes, you had already stood up in your place, feet rooted on the ground, fierce and determined look in your eyes. This was your goddamn stage. This was your time to shine. And no matter how, your life was going to change here.

And yet you smiled.

Suddenly the spotlight above you was not so tenderly hugging your features anymore. It brought shadows on your face, casting under your hard edges, and just like you had done just a minute ago, you grabbed your blade.

The demon in front of you was analyzing you, puzzled look on its face. It had probably been male, but long gone features of his body were now formed into disgusting shapes, bringing him into unnatural poses. It somewhat resembled a chameleon. Still, to your surprise and luck, its expressive behavior had still stayed somewhat similar.

You flicked your tongue, straightened up your posture and sent it a grim look, shaking your head slightly.

“I’ll warn you this once”, you let out, not even knowing if those damn things were conscious. It let out a growl, and stepped closer to you, which you took as curiosity.

“I’m a well-known demon slayer. Not one demon has yet beaten me in a fight. Haven’t you heard of (Y/N) the Ripper?” You continued, unconsciously biting your cheek to help you keep your voice calm. You had taken the role you had just minutes ago played. And it felt so natural, that you didn’t even have to wonder what to say next. Your words, your moves, they came out flowing just as water was streamed into one direction. You felt confident. You were not backing up. This was your element, your world, and it had just stepped into it. And for some reason, it was listening to you. You grabbed your fake Nichirin blade, just as you had been learning for the past six months, and to anyone else, it looked like you had been a fighter for as long as you could remember. Maybe you had.

Just as you were about to continue, the ceiling fell.

“Thanks for holding it for us! Inosuke, now!!” Man, who had just literally fell from heaven, and indeed looked like it, yelled at you. You had frozen in your place. There were three of them. And hell, was that gorgeous trio. Two of them were wearing similar suits to you, and you felt embarrassed at how fake yours looked next to theirs. They sure as hell were not actors. The said Inosuke was running towards the demon, taking off the head of a wild boar from his head, and quickly throwing it at demon’s, aiming it just right to cover its sight.

“Zenitsu! Go check on them!” The same man from before yelled, referring to you. Before you could notice, there was a blond man standing right before you, looking at you with a strange look. You noticed what he was looking at. You were still grabbing your blade, your knuckles white, hands tightly grabbed around it. Your legs were shaking. Actually, they were shaking so much that you couldn’t stand anymore. Not if you tried. Just moments before your legs had been rooted on the ground with such a force you did not know you had. But now, you had fallen on your knees, unable to get up or register anything happening around you. Your breath was struggling, eyes watering, and you felt like crumbling. The man in front of you gently tugged your hand, making you drop your sword and hastily stand up.

“Hey! Are you alright? I'm Zenitsu, we need to get moving, this is freaking me out!”, Zenitsu said with shaking voice, and you couldn’t but nod.

“Let's get you out of here. Oh- um, and let me help you!”, he said, grabbing you enthusiastically, warily looking around him to make sure you two were safe from the fight. His eyes were big and had the color of honey, his golden locks swinging as he looked. He looked so fragile, even though you were positive he could take care of himself. He wouldn’t have gotten so far otherwise. You were damn sure you had passed out. No one could be that beautiful.

He wrapped his hands around you, swinging your arm over his shoulder, and gave one last look to his surroundings before starting to take you somewhere safe. You felt his form shaking under you. He was scared too. You smiled. It was good to know you two were the same, even though acting brave.

“There was someone back there... On the backstage...” You murmured from under your breath. Zenitsu flinched.

“Y-yeah, Tanjiro’s on it. They should be ready at any given moment... hopefully”, Zenitsu said, and laid you to sit on one of the benches in the audience, checking if you had any wounds. You could not focus your gaze, and just let it lazily rest on the blond boy in front of you. Suddenly there was a small blush on his cheeks.

“You, um... You did good back there. Buying us time and all that...It was pretty amazing!”, He timidly said, keeping his eyes on your body, as if he had found a wound he needed to tend. It took a moment for you to remember what he meant and gave a depressed chuckle.

“I had trained for years for that moment... Gotta use those skills for something, right?” You said, looking away, feeling your life crumble away with every moment that passed. It all started to feel so real now. There was no way you could climb back on the top ever again. What were you going to do now? Just let it all slip away, as if it was nothing?

“Oh um..I’m sorry! For something so important for you got ruined!”, Zenitsu apologized, as if it had been his fault. His face looked puzzled, eyebrows slightly arched and mouth parted open, like he wanted to say something. He was still absentimindedly grabbing onto your arm, and for a search of comfort, you leant on it. Maybe it was out of character from you, but you felt like you desperately needed the comfort from the boy, intentional or not. And to your surprise, he didn’t try to get away from you, and instead took in the touch with red hue on his cheeks and grabbed his arms around you, nuzzling his face into your neck, maybe a little bit too eagerly.

“Would you like to mar- Um... Come back with us? We could use your skills and train you! Such a beautiful woman as you shouldn’t look that sad!!”, Zenitsu finally let out, standing hesitantly up and looking at you, offering you a hand. For a moment you were disappointed of the lack of the human touch, but then his words hit in.

“We wouldn’t mind extra pair of hands”, brunette man came from behind Zenitsu, smiling to you gratefully. You looked around. You had nothing left here. Everything you had ever fought for had been for nothing. Your time had come, and it had been wasted. There was no going back. But now, you were given a chance to live up to it. Give your all for the sake of the humanity. Devote your heart for the better future. Change the world. You pondered for a minute. Hesitating. But the way Zenitsu was looking at you, like you were a miracle he desperately needed, with his golden angel eyes, made you feel wanted. Like you still had hope left. You had made up your mind, and you raised your hand.

And then you grabbed his.

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