#Tanjiro lovers

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Me and you, girlie. Me and you.

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i want to see all of your beloveds!!!

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Gyomei is so me when I see cats 😭😻

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𝕱𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖊

𝑀𝓊𝓏𝒶𝓃 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

𝐸𝓃𝑒𝓂𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈

𝒴𝑜𝓊’𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝑔𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒹𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃���𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓈𝑒𝒾. 𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓈𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝓉𝒽𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶𝓃 𝒰𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝑅𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝒹𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓃, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓃𝑔𝓉𝒽, 𝓊𝓃𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝑔𝒶𝓏𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓈. 𝑀𝓊𝓏𝒶𝓃 𝒦𝒾𝒷𝓊𝓉𝓈𝓊𝒿𝒾, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓃 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝒾𝓂𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻, 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝒽𝒾𝓂𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝒹𝓇𝒶𝓌𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌. 𝒜𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓈, 𝓈𝑜 𝒹𝑜𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒶 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓁𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝓉𝒽. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝓁𝒾𝒸𝓀𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝓁𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔.

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: 𝒞𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓅𝒽𝒾𝒸 𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒, 𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝓊𝑔𝑔𝓁𝑒𝓈, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓋𝑒𝓃𝑔𝑒𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓊𝓂𝒶.

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𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝖽𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖪𝗒𝗈𝗃𝗎𝗋𝗈 𝖱𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗈𝗄𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅, 𝖺 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗅. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝗐𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗋𝖼𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍.

𝖠𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗆𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗍 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖳𝖺𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗋𝗈, 𝖭𝖾𝗓𝗎𝗄𝗈, 𝖹𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗌𝗎, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨𝗇𝗈𝗌𝗎𝗄𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖿 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌.

“𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉,” 𝖳𝖺𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗋𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗇.

𝖭𝖾𝗓𝗎𝗄𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖹𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗌𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝖿𝗂𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗏𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨𝗇𝗈𝗌𝗎𝗄𝖾… 𝖨𝗇𝗈𝗌𝗎𝗄𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿.

“𝖨’𝗆 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

“𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍,” 𝖹𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗌𝗎 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 ��𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗒. “𝖶𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎.”

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁. 𝖨𝗍 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗉𝗍𝗅𝗒. “𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗋,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗀𝖾’𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗌, 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖪𝗒𝗈𝗃𝗎𝗋𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾. 𝖠𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗐, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽.

𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽, 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀.

𝖠 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗁, 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾.

“𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅… 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝗐𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾?”

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗉𝗎𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗒. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝗀𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄, 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗉, 𝖼𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖽. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗎𝗑𝖾𝖽𝗈, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖺, 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾.

𝖡𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗁𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗌, 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝖺𝗇𝗃𝗂 “𝖴𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖱𝖺𝗇𝗄” 𝖺𝗇𝖽 “𝖲𝗂𝗑” 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝗂𝗅. 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗂.

𝖱𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇.

“𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗆𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝗆𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎. “𝖠𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖲𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗆𝖾?”

𝖶𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗐. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇’𝗌 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗉 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗌��, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖿𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗄𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖥𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖡𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇’𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖨𝗍 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄.

“𝖲𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖾𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅, 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗀𝗇𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇’𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝗅, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽. 𝖫𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗍, 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒. 𝖨𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝖾𝗐𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁.

𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅, 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗄𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗇𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗌𝗁, 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋.

𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗉 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝖽. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉, 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗌𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽, 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 ���𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗌𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄, 𝗎𝗇𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾.

𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇, 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄.

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𝐻𝑒𝓎 𝑔𝓊𝓎𝓈 𝒾𝓉’𝓈 𝒜𝓊𝓇𝑜𝓇𝒶! 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶 𝒻𝒶𝓃𝒻𝒾𝒸, 𝓈𝑜 𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒾𝓉! 𝐼’𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀. 𝐿𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝒻! 𝐼 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓈𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝓊𝓅, 𝓈𝑜 𝑔𝑒��� 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓈𝓂𝓊𝓉𝓉𝓎 𝓂𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓎. 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝒹𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃𝓈 𝒶 𝓁𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃’𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀. 𝐸𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

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GO FOR IT TOMIOKA!!!!

I LOVE THIS SHIP, DON'T HATE ME!!!!😭🙏

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Tanjiro and Nezuko! They are so cute <3

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Friends to Lovers Tournament: Round 1, Side B, Match 20

we're re-doing patcap vs tanakana because of a mistake with the timing (it was set to one day instead of a week), so the previous results don't count. so sorry about that, it was a genuine mistake!!

propaganda under the cut!

Patcap:

uh because learning to let go from control and choose the more productive route of leading a team *together* is extremely homosexual. 3x03 “woodworm men” forever in our hearts.

Tankana:

First of all they are both just the cutest of cutest little things to ever walk this earth. Kanao was very shy (she has trauma) and the scene where she only made decisions based on flipping a coin, tanjiro helped her break out of her shell by inspiring her to make her own decisions instead of basing them off of flipping a coin. Which greatly inspired herself to become a better and more independent young woman as well, and was touched by tanjiro’s kindness in the process. Ever since then they have had the cutest interactions with each other, as well as caring and helping each other in battle.

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Inotan Fanfic: Kisses For An Idiot - Chapter 3

Burdens of an Eldest Son

Synopsis: Since that time when Tanjirou first held his hand, Inosuke seemed to have become addicted to hand-holding. He would find any opportunity to hold Tanjirou’s hand as long as it was available. Tanjirou thought he was just nervous without his mask and being constantly around people. But… why’d he start kissing him too?

Main Pairing: Inotan (Inosuke x Tanjirou)

Secondary Pairing: ZenNezu (Zenitsu x Nezuko)

Setting: Canon AU, 2 years after the main story ends

Wordcount: 9,497 across 4 chapters

Chapters: 1 2 3 4

Status: Complete. 2nd story in the Series: Where the Wisteria Always Bloom.

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The letter was from Tengen, urging Tanjirou to visit him. Lately, Hinatsuru's pregnancy spawned a sudden, intense craving for the Wisteria Garden’s signature tempura soba . The eatery did not do out-of-town deliveries, but Tengen and his wives were their good friends, not customers. Tanjirou saw it as an obligation to travel to their place to cook for them. With the long commute back and forth, he would be gone for at least half a day.

Zenitsu immediately rejected his request to take leave.

“How many bowls of tempura soba are you cooking for them? One? Two? Do you know how many more bowls we can sell in five hours? Who’s going to stand in for you? Do you want Nezuko-chan to injure her hands again? It’s a lousy deal. Reject him!”

Zenitsu was in charge of the accounts. He would get all defensive and business-minded when Tanjirou displayed what he considered to be unnecessary generosity to customers. He rattled off a string of numbers and went on a rant about how Tengen was so inconsiderate and thoughtless.

“He has three wives. Even with one of them out of action, there's more than enough people to do the cooking in his household!” Zenitsu seethed.

Tanjirou knew the fact that Tengen was a ridiculously charming man with three beautiful wives and had tried to gift Zenitsu away as a toilet cleaner would always and forever be a sore point for his friend.

“Our tempura contains a special seasoning and nobody can replicate it. That’s a good thing, isn’t it? No one would eat at our eatery if they can cook it themselves.” Tanjirou reasoned.

To Nezuko, he said, “Your safety must come first. Most of our customers are our neighbours and they’re nice people. If they’re unhappy, leave them to me. I’ll personally apologise to them and cook for them when I’m back.”

When Zenitsu continued to glower at Tanjirou, Nezuko came up beside him and looked at him with beseeching eyes. “Let Nii-chan go, please? Hinatsuru-san is my friend too.” 

Zenitsu could never resist when Nezuko said please with those puppy-dog eyes. Just like how Inosuke would give in when Tanjirou pleaded with him for a favour, no matter how much he begrudged it.

“Urrgh! Fine! Be back by today! If you stay over and come back late tomorrow, I’m docking your pay!”

Inosuke had been fiddling with Tengen’s letter, folding and shaping it into a paper boar. Nezuko taught him some origami, and he was getting pretty good at it, even coming up with his own forms. When Tanjirou announced that he was leaving, Inosuke dropped the half-finished boar on the table and seized his hand.

“I’m going with you!”

“No, you are not!” Zenitsu said. “Did you not hear what I said earlier? With you going too, it’s twice the bad deal and we’re extremely short-handed!”

After Tanjirou promised to buy him a local speciality snack from Tengen’s hometown, Inosuke sulkily agreed to stay behind. Tanjirou was sorry to let go of his hand, but he was also relieved. He needed the time away to mull over their relationship.

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“You've been going around holding hands and you always seem happy together.”

Nezuko’s voice echoed in his mind.

Happy was an understatement. Tanjirou had held hands with family and close friends. None of them stirred up the range of emotions that he experienced with Inosuke.

The first few times they held hands, nervous flutters filled his stomach. Once he got used to it, it felt natural and nice. Inosuke’s touch filled him with warmth on a cold day, energy when he was tired, and confidence when he was unsure. But the flutters would start again when they were exceptionally close to each other, making him feel nervous and light-headed. Like when they were kissing. Especially when they were kissing.

If he insisted that he didn’t have romantic feelings for Inosuke, he’d be lying. But, as the eldest son, and now the only son, he had always thought that the responsibility fell on him to carry on the family name. Like any other man, he would meet a girl, get married and start a family. He wasn’t in a hurry to do this anytime soon. But he always assumed this was what his future held. So he didn’t dare to entertain other thoughts. But if their feelings for each other were so obvious that Nezuko and Zenitsu could tell, he didn’t know the right thing to do. It was surely selfish to deny Inosuke’s feelings without giving him a say in this.

By the time he arrived at Tengen’s house, he still didn’t have an answer. And there was no time to think about it. As soon as Tengen saw him, he threw an apron over him and rushed him into the kitchen. He had prepared all the ingredients that he thought would be needed when his crow announced that Tanjirou was visiting.

Zenitsu was wrong about how much pregnant women could eat. Hinatsuru ate so much and so fast. If she started saying “umai”, he would have been convinced that Rengoku had possessed her to visit them from the afterlife.

“Will you be fine eating this much?” Tanjirou asked, when Hinatsuru set aside her last bowl, and rubbed her belly contentedly.

“It’s more than what she usually eats, but we’ll just go for a stroll with her so she can walk this off,” Makio said.

“We think she’s having triplets or quadruplets,” Suma explained.

“Thanks for making the trip, Tanjirou, this hit the spot!” Hinatsuru gushed.

After the women left, Tanjirou played with Tengen's toddler son for awhile until he fell asleep, leaving Tengen and Tanijrou to catch up with each other. Tanjirou filled him in on Zenitsu and Nezuko. He told him how Zenitsu was always scared to take their relationship further, and that it was Nezuko who had to initiate hand-holding.

Tengen chortled. “That boy still has a complex huh.”

“Well, you giving him away as a toilet cleaner didn’t help.”

Tengen laughed even harder. “That was so long ago. Does he still remember that?”

“He won’t forget it. He almost wouldn’t let me come here.”

“He’s a fine kid. He should be more confident.”

“He’s loads better now. But he cares a lot about what Nezuko thinks of him, so he’s more cautious when it comes to matters concerning her.”

Tengen nodded. “What about you and Inosuke? You’re what? Seventeen right? Any girls in your life?”

“No, but…” Tanjirou averted his eyes and stared at his own feet.

Could he tell Tengen? Tengen was several years older than him and lived a life of great adventure and misadventure. He had a wealth of experience and open-mindedness when it came to relationships. If anyone could offer advice or lend a sympathetic listening ear, it had to be Tengen. Tanjirou ended up telling him everything.

Tengen leaned forward and listened intently as Tanjirou described Inosuke’s behaviour and his own feelings at length. When Tanjirou had exhausted the topic, he gave an approving chuckle.

“That’s very flamboyant of him, to go around holding your hand and kissing you in front of others. Most people prefer to keep such relationships private.”

“I don’t think he realises that it’s not socially acceptable,” Tanjirou said weakly.

“Listen up.” Tengen’s merry voice turned serious. “People will find all sorts of things unacceptable simply because it’s different from what they’re used to. Don’t let them make you feel like you’ve done anything wrong. You’ve both done far worthier deeds than most people will ever in their lifetime. They don’t have any right to tell you how to live your life.”

“Thanks, Tengen-san. But…”

Tanjirou hesitated and fell silent as he tried to gather his thoughts. He could care less about what other people thought. But if it concerned his family...

“But?”

“Do you ever regret leaving your clan? Or having three wives? I know it’s to ensure you have children to carry on your lineage and your clan chose them for you, but… was that important to you too? Or did you wish that you could have done things differently? I don’t mean to offend and I understand you didn’t have any choice but…”

Tanjirou struggled to string the right words together. He wasn’t trying to cast judgement on Tengen’s clan or his choices. That was all in the past, and they were an extreme outlier. But the desire to fulfil family obligations was something he could relate to.

“No, I understand why you’re asking all this. Give me a moment.” Tengen put a hand on his chin. After a heavy silence, he ventured his opinion.

“I’m lucky that everything turned out fine. I love my three wives, and they get along well. But if I could stand up to my clan and reject my father’s stupid ideals from the start, I’d have done so. If I had a lover, and I was asked to choose between her and non-existent children, I’d pick my lover without question.”

Tengen paused and took a long sip of his tea.

“Remember this, Tanjirou. Nothing is more important than your own life and that of those around you. My father doesn’t view me as a son. He’s as good to me as gone. I never regretted choosing my wives over him. Your family has passed on. You must prioritise your own needs and desires. Do you want children? Or is this something you think you have to do to honour your family and make yourself feel better? It’s your choice to make.”

Tanjirou felt a pang of guilt and pain at the mention of his family. He knew it wasn’t right, but he still blamed himself for failing to save them. And if there was one way, any way, for him to make it up to them, even if they were dead and gone, he would do it in a heartbeat.

“But looking at how you and your sister turned out,” Tengen continued with a wistful smile, “your family must be a lot more pleasant than mine. They’d want you to live your best life on your own terms.”

Tanjirou felt the heavy weight in his heart lighten. In his dreams, his parents and siblings greeted him with the kindest smiles and warmth like a crackling fire in winter. Tengen was right. How could he think any less of them?

Chapter 4

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Author Notes: I’ve always felt that Tanjirou’s dedication to societal expectations of the eldest son (and only son 😭) would be the main hurdle for him pursuing a relationship outside what’s considered conventional in olden-day Japan. I’m glad I could have Tengen play the mentor role and resolve this elephant in the room. This way, I avoid inflicting direct angst or conflict between our boys. Poor babies have suffered a lot and they don’t need more pain. Meanwhile, Inosuke is just blissfully ignorant lol. Or is he? 👀

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[whatyousae]

lover boys who are down bad for you, worshipping the ground you walk on like you are some goddess. if someone asks how did they pull you they wouldn't know what to say.

"i don't even know man.."

he patiently waits for you to finish trying on all the dresses that caught your attention in the mall. carrying your bags hell he even knows how to wear your purse without making it look weird on him.

switches shoes with you when your feet starts to hurt from all that walking, offering to carry you on his back. when you get home you always give him a kiss on the cheek as a thank you gift.

"why are you looking at me like that?"

you often ask him that question, he says he likes watching you do your things. he does, but that's not the real reason. he loves the way your eyelashes look when they are curled, the way you pout your lips when you think so hard about something, how your eyebrows are furrowed when you get upset at something.

he buys you small things or expensive things because he thought you would like it. huh? so what if it's nearly the rent of your apartment? as long as his girlfriend likes it he has no regrets.

he flexes you when he notices people are googling at you, showing them that no one can have his pretty girl. only he can.

he just loves his pretty girlfriend so much and he is not afraid to show it

kimetsu no yaiba: RENGOKU, tanjiro, zenitsu, giyuu, GENYA, gyomei

jujutsu kaisen: YUUJI, choso, gojo, geto, NANAMI, YUUTA, inumaki

bluelock: ISAGI, bachira, kunigami, REO, karasu, KAISER

bungo stray dogs: dazai, SIGMA, tachihara, chuuya, FUKUZAWA

hunter x hunter: kurapika, LEORIO, phinks, wing

2024 @whatyousae — do not copy, translate, or post in any platform.

[vampcubus]

𝐊𝐍𝐘 𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐂𝐒

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 : kyojuro rengoku, tengen uzui & wives, poly obamitsu, tanjiro kamado, inosuke hashibira, zenitsu agatsuma.

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : sfw, gn!reader, big spoon coded reader cus i said so, wholesome fluff, cuddling n snuggling, polyamory (tengen & obamitsu's parts), kamaboko trio aged up as per usual.

𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐊𝐔

— A teddy bear in the shape of a man and enthusiastic to be used as one! As a Hashira, Kyojuro is often kept away for days and weeks at a time, so he makes the most of every moment you spend together.

— Kyojuro's not happy unless he's got his arms full of his favorite person, so you can expect him to seek you out the moment he arrives home.

— If you’re a civilian and he finds you in the kitchen, he’ll drape himself over you from behind, nuzzling his face into your neck and lavishing it with smiling kisses, rugged hands settling on your hips.

— Kyojuro wants to be cuddled to sleep and truly can’t bear to be parted from you, no matter how swelteringly hot it gets in the summer months. And if he has obligations, he tries to wake up a little early so he can have a few minutes of cuddle time with you before he’s whisked away. You don’t even have to be awake for it, he just wants to hold you for a little while <3

— He started out as a big spoon but converted into a little spoon when he discovered what it felt like to be properly held. He’s no more content than he is when he’s got his back pressed to your chest and you’ve curled yourself around his broad frame. 

— He likes it best when you rub his belly when his eyes are too big for his stomach, always easing a bit of the discomfort <3

— Kyojuro is comfy to lay on, with two perfect pillows for you to rest your head on (his pecs <3). His muscles are quite soft when relaxed, and the way his heart stutters when your cheek rests on it is so cute.

— Kyojuro feels safe in your presence so he’s very prone to falling asleep on your shoulder or with his head in your lap. With his workload and inconsistent sleep schedule, he’s often a cuddle session away from nodding off. Particularly so when you start playing with his flaxen hair, it’s like his off-switch 🤭

— He’s a bit of an oversized lapdog and’ll climb into your lap every chance he gets. As far as he’s concerned, that’s his seat. It looks funny to outsiders if he’s bigger than you, but he hardly cares, all too eager to get all comfy in your lap and tell you about his day.

𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍 𝐔𝐙𝐔𝐈 & 𝐖𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒

— Big, tough man too cool to cuddle? No sir. Tengen is a touchy lover and raises a brow when you try to sit anywhere other than his lap, like why aren't you in your assigned seat? 🤨

— Pulls you flush against his side every chance he gets, wrapping a heavy arm around your shoulders. You often get a companion wet kiss to the cheek to boot just to see you scrunch your face up and wipe his spit off your cheek >:(

— His wives are just like him– Suma especially who practically hangs off of you with those big doe eyes, clinging onto your arm during outings as a group. Between Tengen and Suma, your hands will never be lonely and you'll certainly never be cold. Those two are space heaters and can't keep their hands off their partners to save their lives.

— Makio is easily flustered by affection but ultimately craves it, even if getting her to admit it is like pulling teeth. A hopeless romantic at heart <3 She’s a big spoon and overheats easily, so she prefers to linger on the edges of the cuddle piles. She’ll smack your thigh if you move around too much with an annoyed grumble. She can be such a meanie sometimes 😔

— Hinatsuru doesn’t mind holding or being held, she just wants to be close to you. Though generally more soft-spoken than Makio, Tengen, and Suma, her affectionate touch translates her love for her partners so clearly. Often rubs soothing circles over your back, rests a comforting hand on your arm, and pets your hair while you cuddle.

— Tengen likes to talk when you cuddle, prattling on about his or your day while rubbing your side or back mindlessly. Most times, he talks you to sleep or vice versa, considering what a busy guy he is before retirement. Sometimes you’ll get caught up in deep conversations about your past lives, silly theories, or ping-pong flirtatious banter until you can barely keep your eyes open.

— Tengen likes it most when you and the wives crawl right on top of him, all to eager to be living furniture for his beautiful spouses while you all gossip and giggle to each other.

𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐈 𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 & 𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐈 𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐉𝐈

— Dare I say the clingiest partners ever?

— Obanai hesitates where as Mitsuri openly throws herself into your arms at every opportunity. Just be patient and take things slow and he'll follow Mitsuri's example. It’s a subtle shift, maybe he leans his head on your shoulder to test the waters, unable to meet your eyes. He melts if you wrap an arm around his shoulders and rub his arm, eyelids drooping as he relaxes further against you.

— Mitsuri is a cuddle bug in every sense of the word, like a tiny, purring kitty rubbing its body against your legs when you come near. You swear she chirps like one too, especially when her affections are met with a head pat or tender kiss.

— Obanai won’t say it, but he likes it when he’s in the middle, tucked safely between his two favorite people. The three of you spend many long hours this way, just relaxing in each other's embrace before your obligations call you away from the cuddle puddle– with no shortage of complaints from your lovers (Obanai’s longing wistful look as you go is just as painful as Mitsuri’s whines)

— Their clinginess only worsens as your relationship progresses, I’m afraid 💀 Obanai has a death grip comparable to a boa constrictor, especially when he’s in a deep sleep.

— I have a vivid image in my mind of Mitsuri having to use her insane strength to pry his arms off of you and scooch herself in your place so you can pee in the middle of the night, barely able to stifle her giggles. (Obanai is very much this meme)

𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐎

— Touch starved but doesn’t know it, and is also unintentionally touchy. Until he isn’t. Until his touches seem all too intentional, never without meaning.

— Cuddling with you is one of his favorite activities and he’ll even schedule official cuddle time if you let him, so you never go without the comfort of one another’s arms for long. He’ll even decline plans if it’s the wrong time of day…

“Sorry, I’d love to, but it’s almost four and I always cuddle with my partner around that time.”

— And no it’s not negotiable. What if he was late, or missed it and hurt your feelings? No no, he’s far too considerate for that.

— Besides, he misses cuddle time the most when he’s out in the field, miles away from your warm embrace. You can tell he’s missing you in the letters he sends home, commenting about how it “ sure is cold out here,” though the longer he goes without the less subtle he is, rephrasing how he misses you in every paragraph. Can you really blame him? He truly adores you so it’s hard to be away from you :((

— Prefers to be the little spoon but ultimately will be happy no matter how you’re cuddling. (I expand on little spoon Tanjiro in this post <3)

𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐀

— Instinctually touchy and yet so unused to cuddling. Inosuke doesn’t know much about positive affectionate touch so he tends to squirm out of hugs and gets a little anxious when you hold him still too long, much like a dog would. He asks you what you’re doing, voice a little softer than normal, cheeks a little pink beneath his mask.

“Cuddling you?” you reply, equally confused by his reaction as he is to your affection.  “Well stop it. It feels weird,” he huffs, and you comply, albeit a bit disheartened. You can’t help but be curious about his rejection, so you push past the sudden awkwardness of the moment to inquire about it. “Feels weird how?” “I don’t know! It just does!” he snaps defensively, a little frustrated, an emotion you can’t help but mirror. But then you relax, reminding yourself to be understanding. It must show on your face though, because he follows you around until he’s sure you aren’t mad at him. Your understanding nature is something he’s still getting used to as well.

— Take it slow with him if you can help it, form positive associations with touch, and then try again another time and he’ll be more receptive <3 REALLY receptive after a while, like before you know it you’ve got a stage 10 clinger on your hands 😭 

— Especially if you start sleeping together, cus he likes to cover you with his whole body as his way of protecting you while you’re in a vulnerable state.

— However, he will get bitchy if he catches you taking naps without him there to cuddle up to you. Like just say you don’t love him 😔 You’ll wonder why he’s giving you dirty looks and the cold shoulder all day, yeah it’s cus you didn’t immediately come find him to nap. Traitor.

— He associates cuddling with sleep so he’s prone to nodding off, and if you guide his head to rest on your chest and massage his scalp? He’s dead to the world, snoring and everything.

𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐀

— You cannot pry this man off of you and I mean it. He was clinging to you before you were even an item, often to your leg, your kimono, your hand, wherever he can reach. If you reciprocate once, he’ll keep coming back for more of it. So touch starved it’s pitiable, and he’s smart enough to know that looking pathetic earns him sympathy.

— That said, he’s taken aback if you initiate cuddling, almost unable to fathom being desired. It’s only then that he gets a little shy, chuckling nervously as you take him into your arms. Doesn’t know what to do with himself.

— Zenitsu isn’t picky about how you cuddle, just that you’re touching in every way possible. Tangles his legs with yours, wriggles as close as humanly possible, and holds your clothing in an iron grip.

— Oftentimes he looks so blissed out when he’s wrapped up in your embrace, eyes half-lidded or drooping with sudden sleepiness. You’re just so comfortable, and comforting, and beautiful and aaaa before he knows it he’s muttering all these things to you.

You awaken slowly to a considerable weight on your chest, squinting with your eyes closed you feel around blindly and find the familiar shape of your husband sprawled out on top of you. You sigh, recognizing his snores and a smile tugs at your lips despite it being tough to breathe. Your palm rests on his back, bunching in the thick fabric of his hoari. Your eyes finally crack open, the morning light illuminating your fully-dressed partner. Must’ve been a long night, you mused to yourself, able to picture a half-asleep Zenitsu stumbling into bed so clearly in your mind. Though even his unconscious alter-ego tended to seek you out. You turn, shifting Zenitsu onto his side. He stirs, but only slightly, immediately tucking his head under your chin with a grunt. “Don’t go,” he murmurs in his sleep, most likely to a dream version of you and a fondness warms your chest. “Stay.”

[ponderingmoonlight]

Sanemi Shinazugawa falling hard for his polar opposite but is too subborn to confess until he does

Pairing: Sanemi x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,9k

Synopsis: Sanemi was never the type of guy who falls for something stupid as love. Especially not when it comes to his polar opposite, especially not with such a kind and gentle girl like you... Right?

Warnings: this is pure fluff y'all, reader and Sanemi being innocent babies, a tiny bit enemies to lovers

Thank you soo much for that cute request @blunderland, I just knew I had to write that asap hehe. Let me know what you think <3

There you stand with your stupid perfect face and smile so gentle that you could tame a demon with it. With worried expression, you bend over the little demon girl and inspect her wounds carefully.

“Don’t worry, you’ll feel better soon”, you speak out while caressing her dark hair.

What a poor girl she is. And her brother…Your eyes drift towards the boy with the beat-up face. What he had to endure is truly unfair, too much to bear for a single person. He really lost his whole family apart from that one sister who got turned into a demon.

And now he’s fighting for the demon slayer corps.

“I admire you.”

Tanjiro Kamado’s eyes widen in utter surprise.

“There’s no need to admire me. Actually, I’m the one who’s looking up to you. You’re the first person who didn’t judge my sister because she’s a demon.”

“Demons were once humans too”, you explain briefly while gracefully getting up.

“And I refuse to see them as anything else until they prove the opposite.”

“What kind of fuckery is this, (y/n)?”, an oh so familiar voice barks at you from behind.

Sanemi Shinazugawa really seems like a man with a heart made out of solid ice with his hateful orbs gleaming at Tanjiro and his sister.

“Don’t you think they proved themselves more than enough, Sanemi? If Kagaya-sama agreed on allowing Nezuko Kamado to live and her brother to continue fighting for the demon slayer corps, there is nothing to question for us hashira.”

“Don’t touch that demon brat so casually”, he hisses through gritted teeth while grabbing your wrist tightly.

Your heart skips a beat when his bare skin touches yours. How ridiculous it is that you developed feelings for him. Out of all the other hashira, it was always Sanemi Shinazugawa before everyone else. Those rare moments of tenderness he shows from time to time, the way he worries about his comrades without expressing his true feelings to the world. His closed like a treasure, so gorgeous that you can’t take your eyes off him.

“That isn’t a very nice way to talk to our guests, Sanemi”, you reply softly.

Urgh. He can’t fucking stand you with that scolding expression on your face, how your other hand still rests on top of the head of that demon brat. Why do you have to be so sickening kind to everyone you meet? Why are you even a part of the demon slayer corps with that strange attitude of yours?

“Guests? Are you talking about those intruders? If it was for me, I’d rip both of your heads off without blinking-“

“Sanemi.”

Before he’s able to react any further, he finds his own face framed by your much smaller hands and eyes focused onto his so intensely that he feels his cheeks heat up in an instant.

Why…Why is he suddenly feeling so hot? He should slap your hands away, should show you your place-

“Trust me, I understand your anger. But they are innocent until they prove themselves guilty.”

Those calm eyes who never lose their composure, the eyes he threatened to get lost in countless times already. Why do you have to be so damn gorgeous?

Gorgeous? He furrows his eyebrows, body yanking away from yours instantly. There’s nothing gorgeous about someone like you.

“If you really think that you’re a fool”, he bites back before turning on his heels and storming away.

What the hell was he even thinking? You, gorgeous…Just because your eyes seem to sparkle in the sunlight or the way your hair looks like liquid silk when a ray of light hits it perfectly. Or maybe because of the way your uniform hugs you so well, because of your strength. Or is it the way you look at him?

Sanemi shakes his head vehemently. That’s absolutely ridiculous. You’re the complete opposite of him. How could he ever like you?

“I think Shinazugawa-san likes you, (y/n)!”, Mitsuri babbles out while making her way back with you.

“Really? It definitely didn’t look that way”, you reply with low voice.

Oh, how much you’d hope that someday, the wind hashira actually likes you back. Even though both of you are polar opposites, even though you might never be on same terms. You still somehow managed to fall hard for him.

“Don’t give up hope, (y/n)! I definitely caught the way he looked at you earlier!”

You smile at the girl next to you gently, how she starts analyzing every minor detail of your confrontation earlier on. Mitsuri always swore that there is chemistry between both of you.

“And I’m never wrong when it comes to love, you can trust me (y/n)!”

“You’re a fool for treating (y/n) like trash, Shinazugawa”, Obanai comments dryly while letting his feet dangle from the tree he’s resting on.

“What are you even talking about, huh? It’s none of your business how I’m talking to her anyway.”

“(y/n) truly has a tender and kind soul. What a shame it is you hurt her like that”, Gyomei adds, tears streaming down his face in waterfalls again.

“Are you too dumb to realize she has feelings for you?”, Obanai continues.

You? Feelings for him? He huffs out loud. Absolutely ridiculous, maybe even impossible. Why would someone like you fall for someone like him? Not that he’d care for you like that anyway…

“I don’t give a shit”, Sanemi finally mutters through gritted teeth.

“Shinazugawa, it seems like you have a type”, Gyomei declares all of the sudden.

Something inside Sanemi snaps.

“Are y’all actually too dumb to realize that (y/n)’d never want me? I’m actually so far away from being her type I might be on a whole other planet! It’s like everything I am is exactly what she doesn’t want”, he finally blurts out.

Sanemi’s heavy pants hang in the air while the eyes of Obanai, Giyu and even Gyomei are set on him.

“You should really start working on your self-esteem, Shinazugawa.”

“JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE Y’ALL!”

No, he can’t stand their bullshit anymore. Without listening to another word, Sanemi stomps away in the direction of his estate.

“(y/n) being in love with me? That I don’t laugh, why would I even care about that girl?”, he mumbles under his breath.

-a few days later-

Sanemi swallows heavy, orbs wandering up and down your body. You’re not wearing your usual black uniform and blooming haori. No, you look like a fucking goddess in that kimono and with those flowers braided into your hair.

“Do you think I look like too much?”, you question quietly, your own eyes wandering down your body in distress.

Maybe it was a mistake wearing that kimono for your meeting with Mitsuri. Of course, you knew she’d ask Obanai and Sanemi to accompany you. After all, it’s no secret that she adores the serpent hashira and knows too well about the feelings you hold for Sanemi. But now that you stand in front of him in something apart from your usual uniform, your confidence is blown away by the wind.

“You have to be kidding me. You look gorgeous”, Sanemi blurts out before thinking twice.

Fuck, did he really say that? You definitely think he’s a creep now. Maybe he should get going before it gets uncomfortable-

Your heart skips a beat, cheeks heating up in an instant. Did Sanemi Shinazugawa just call you gorgeous when he’s standing in front of you in that dark green kimono? How is it possible you’re never seen Sanemi in something apart from his usual uniform, that you never went out with each other?

“You look very handsome yourself. Dark green really suits you well”, you reply shyly.

Is it possible that maybe, just maybe, he might feel the same about you? No, that would be absolutely ridiculous, right?

“(y/n), actually there’s something I wanted to say you for quite some time now…” What the hell is he blabbering about? There’s absolutely nothing he has to tell you apart from how fucking annoying you are. You and your gentle voice, you and your captivating smile. You, the polar opposite of him-

“Oh, I actually wanted to tell you something as well!”, you reply a little too fast.

For a moment, you fear your knees might give in. Is this really the time to tell him about your true feelings? “Sometimes you have to be brave, (y/n), especially when it comes to true love! Confess to him!”

Mitsuri is the love hashira. She should know best, right? But what if you’ll make your relationship only worse by making him uncomfortable? What if he doesn’t even like you?

“Sanemi, I…I actually…I-“

“I love you, (y/n)”, Sanemi finally blurts out.

Oh.

There you stand with your opened mouth and blank mind. Did he really just say that? Maybe he didn’t mean it that what. But what if…What if he actually means it?

“You…love me?”, you breathe out.

“I know I’m your polar opposite and that I treated you like shit and I really don’t expect you to actually like me back. I just…wanted to let you know…”, the white-haired man opposite of you mutters while scratching the back of his head.

“But I actually do like you back…”

Sanemi’s eyes dart towards you immediately, his very own cheeks discolored bright pink.

“You…what?”

“I guess I was just never brave enough to let you know since I was sure you hate me…”, you mutter in response.

“Me, hating you?”

All of the sudden, you find his strong arms wrapped around your waist and his face only inches away from yours. You fail to breathe, your whole body refusing to function properly. That force of a man who never really seemed to care about you while your feelings for him were all over the place…He holds you so tight that your wobbly legs don’t have to carry your weight anymore, his usual so distressed orbs now looking down at you so passionately that your heart skips a beat.

“Do I look like I hate you?”, he challenges while pulling you even closer.

You expected a lot of things that could have happened today. Sanemi Shinazugawa declining Mitsuri’s invitation in the first place. Sanemi Shinazugawa keeping his safe distance to you. Sanemi Shinazugawa barking at you for being a blowhard. Sanemi Shinazugawa criticizing each and every little thing you do. But Sanemi Shinazugawa admitting his love for you, Sanemi Shinazugawa holding you tightly in his arms?

Not in a million years.

“I love you too”, you finally speak out.

“I actually did for quite some time. But I always thought you’d never like me back.“

“Well, here I am liking you back, idiot”, Sanemi mutters.

Is that a smile on his face? Why does it suddenly feel like his lips are moving closer? Oh, you thought about kissing that man countless times. Each and every night, you imagined what the privilege of feeling his soft lips pressed against yours might feel like. Is he rough, gentle? Did the wind hashira already share a kiss or two? Out of instinct, you close your eyes, allow yourself to get lost in his arms.

“Look what we have here. Seems like the two of you finally managed to admit your feelings”, Obanai’s dry voice jeers at you from behind.

Your eyes dart open immediately.

“No Iguro-san! You’re interrupting them!”, Mitsuri hisses.

“Are you too dumb to see we’re in the middle of something? Get lost, you fools!”

“I KNEW IT (Y/N)! I KNEW HE LOVED YOU!”

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[wisteriaw0rld]

-ˋˏ ༻…oops…༺ ˎˊ- kny x reader

||synopsis: You’re caught completely off guard when ____ calls you by a pet name/compliments you. Most people wouldn’t get caught off guard by this, but the two of you aren’t even in a relationship yet. It just slipped out of their mouth. ➳ (before the confession scenario) 

||characters: Kamado Tanjiro, Agatsuma Zenitsu, Hashibira Inosuke, Shinazugawa Genya, Tokito Muichiro (separate), (gn! reader), (fluff), (headcanons + oneshot) <3

“kiss me hard before you go, summertime sadness.” -Lana Del Rey

˚ʚkamado tanjiroɞ˚

♡He’s in love with you, and as his first priority is being a demon slayer to turn Nezuko back into a human, he does the best he could to hide the feelings and/or ignore them.

♡Of course he wants to be with you after this is all over. Actually, he wants to get with you as fast as he could. (But priorities first! …right?)

♡At first, he was embarrassed when he called you, not by your name. Although all that previous embarrassment was quick to wash away after he saw your reaction. Now he just has to hope he doesn’t fall for you even harder.

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You hummed silently to yourself while on the very top of the ladder, hanging up colorful decorations all of the butterfly mansion. With the idea from Aoi and Kanao, everyone was decorating the estate as a surprise for Shinobu. It was your job to hang decorations, Aoi to bake, and Kanao to pass out invitations to the Hashira’s.

“Y/n! Be careful!” Tanjiro who had been below you was holding onto the wobbling ladder you were standing on. He had helped you already hang up banners in half the estate. Now there was only the other half to go. And despite you being the one on the top of the latter, Tanjiro seemed to be way more anxious at you being up there.

Your body stretched forward in an attempt to hook up the end of the lavender banner to the other side of the wall. Without realizing, you began to wobble in the slightest, stressing out Tanjiro in fear of you falling.

“Dear, be careful!” You quickly paused your actions. Thankfully, you had already hooked up the end of the banner. You felt your face get hot as you looked down at Tanjiro, checking to see if he had coincidentally called someone else dear. But he had been staring right at you. 

At first, he seemed confused on why you became to flustered out of no where. Until he realized what he said. His own face turned a dark red as he tried to explain himself. But he only became a stuttering mess.

Taisho Secret!: After what happened you tripped off of the ladder in embarrassment and Tanjiro had to catch you, making him blush more.

˚ʚagatsuma zenitsuɞ˚

♡Let’s be completely honest, he’s head over heels in love with you and not afraid to show it. He calls you pet names all the time. He calls you his love, future lover, and his soulmate. 

♡Sure the first time he called you a cute name and complimented you, you blushed profusely. But eventually, you got used to the pet names.

♡Zenitsu, for one, will never forget the day you got flustered from him calling you a pet name. As for you, you tried your best to forget it at how embarrassing the whole scenario had been.

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You laid on the soft futon on the floor, zenitsu’s futon being right beside yours as tanjiro’s was on Zenitsu’s side, Inosuke being on the other end. You had a long night and were mostly just happy you made friends and wouldn’t be alone on your journey as a demon slayer.

However one thing that had made your day seem extra slow and long was one of the boys you met. Zenitsu. He was adorable but he was relentless in trying to get you to be his spouse.

Your back had been facing zenitsu as you were trying to finally get some sleep. That was until zenitsu snapped you out of your thoughts by poking your back repeatedly. With a small sigh you turned the other way to face Zenitsu.

As every other time you saw him, he had tears in his eyes. “What happened, Zenitsu?” You asked, your eyes half lidded as you just wanted sleep. It took everything in you to not pass out in the middle of your conversation with him.

That conversation had mostly just been him talking to you. But you couldn’t pay attention to a single thing you said. “Love? Are you okay?” Your eyes suddenly widened as you felt yourself blush. 

“AWW! YOU’RE BLUSHING!”

“Zenitsu, Go to sleep!” Tanjiro yelled, throwing a pillow right at the boys head as Inosuke began laughing loudly.

Taisho Secret!: Zenitsu teased you about your flustered state for weeks and wouldn’t drop the topic. He believed even more that you two were meant for each other.

˚ʚhashibira inosukeɞ˚

♡In a situation like this with him, your most definitely not going to be the embarrassed one, even if it is you that received the compliment.

♡Inosuke has pride. A lot of pride. So the moment he ‘accidentally’ compliments you, his face is secretly burning a bright red. Thankfully his boat mask had been there to cover for him.

♡Getting a compliment from inosuke doesn’t happen very often. Especially when the two of you aren’t even in a relationship together. So you better cherish the moment while you can.

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Inosuke calling you strong was just about the only compliment you received from him. And sometimes, it didn’t even seem like a compliment with the way he sounds so sarcastic and whenever he says it. And he also always brings up his own strength in the ‘compliment’ calling himself stronger than you.

And from Inosuke, you never would have expected to get a non-sarcastic compliment. Especially when it comes to your looks. 

You, Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and him all planned on going to a small festival nearby just for the fun of it. And for a break from slaying demons. And as the only thing you wear every day now being the demon slayer uniform, you didn’t think it would hurt to dress up a little.

Being out of the corps uniform felt comforting in a way. Despite still having to bring your katana just in case, it felt nice to feel like a normal person your age.

You walked outside, seeing only inosuke outside, dressed up and out of the usual pants he would wear. But the boar mask remained. You stood beside the boy, waiting for the other two to come. 

“You look pretty..” You heard a Mutter from inosuke, making you shocked. You turned over to the boy with a questioning look on your face.

“Did you-“

“No!” He yelled quickly, crossing his arms. A small blush dusted your cheeks as you moved your arms over to his boar mask to take it off. The moment you did, you noticed his red face making yourself turn red as well.

Taisho Secret!: When Inosuke told you that you looked pretty, Tanjiro heard and brought it up to you during the festival making your face turn pink. Inosuke saw and felt a little jealous but he’ll never admit that.

˚ʚshinazugawa genyaɞ˚

♡He spoke without thinking. And the very moment it slipped out of his mouth, it took no time for him to turn the darkest shade or red. 

♡You immediately turned a light red but the moment Genya began apologizing for calling you that and assumingely making you uncomfortable, you felt really bad.

♡100% had to assure him multiple times that it was completely fine and you didn’t mine one bit. He stopped apologizing but he was stiff as a board the entire day as he couldn’t shake off what had happened.

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You and Genya had both chosen to visit a small lake that day. The two of you were simply in the water, splashing each other and staying afloat.

While not paying attention, you didn’t realize Genya staring at you with a small smile on his face. The moment you saw, your head tilted to the side. You eventually waved your hands in his face to break him out of his small trance.

Although even that didn’t really seem to work.

“Genya?” You asked before moving your hand back to your side.

“You’re so lovely.”

He paused. You paused. His face slowly turned a dark red and so did you. He was quick to put his hands up in defense.

“I’M SORRY!-“

“NO GENYA, DON’T WORRY-“

Taisho Secret!: Genya was ashamed thinking he may have upset you. So when the little lake day ended, he felt super guilty, thinking he made things awkward. Sanemi soon got worried at his brothers embarrassed state but Genya refused to say what was wrong.

˚ʚtokito muichiroɞ˚

♡Poor Muichiro has horrible memory and everyone knows that. In some cases, having horrible memory can be a good thing, and in other cases, it’s really bad. For obvious reasons, it’s mostly bad.

♡But when this happened, Muichiro had a win win situation. Muichiro cares deeply about you and out of all the Hashira’s, he only ever hangs out with you. For that reason your company means a lot to him, even if neither of you knew it.

♡Mitsuri and Tengen had also both informed Muichiro about his feelings for you. So when he found out he was in love with you, he sort of forgot that he wasn’t dating you. More so with the way you’re both always clingy to each other.

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You walked around the main garden with nothing else to do. Muichiro was practically clinging onto your arm as he too had nothing else to do. Honestly, unexpected visits from him had gotten normal so you never payed much attention to it.

After a while of walking around, you took a small seat on the grass, Muichiro soon after sat right next to you, a blank expression on his face as he put his head on your shoulder.

It was something he always did. It took a while of getting used to it as your face would always flush at first. Now it had been comforting.

“Love, what are you doing tomorrow?” Muichiro asked, gazing up at the sky as his head was still placed on your shoulder.

“I-“ Right when you about to answer, you paused. Your face slowly began turning a light shade of red as you stiffened. Muichiro felt it, soon after bringing his head off your shoulder. He gave you a small head tilt, amused at your reaction.

“Mui..?” You asked, waiting to see if he even realized what he said. With the amused expression, you were sure he did. “You called me-“

“Are we not dating?” His amused expression faltered as he gave you a more genuinely confused one. You blushed more, not sure at what to say.

Taisho Secret!: Since Muichiro never got a direct answer from you, he spent and entire month thinking the two of you were dating and so Mitsuri had to later explain he hadn’t asked you out yet. Maybe that’s why you got so embarrassed when Muichiro told Zenitsu the two of you were dating.

[glamourscat]

“In each other’s eyes, they found a universe where they could belong, if only for a fleeting moment.”

He didn’t understand many things, one of which was you. Call it fate or coincidence that you two met by bumping into each other, but since that day you haven’t left his life, heart or mind. Your image, never fleeting. It was strange, confusing, and at times, even frightening. How does a stranger become such a huge part of your life in such a short time?

He felt foolishly insane at times for how much he thought of you. Your smile, your eyes, your hair. The way your kisses feel. His only explanation was that perhaps, in a past life, you two were together. He never believed in fate despite the numerous books he had read. But as he meets you once again, he can’t deny that the stars, fate or maybe even the whole universe is somehow involved. He can’t explain the inexplicable pull he feels towards you—the need to kiss you senseless until you’re both breathless—or the terrifying thought of potentially having to live without you again.

For now, it seems he has found that missing piece, that itch he couldn’t quite scratch, relieved by the mere sight of you. Oddly enough, he finds himself not minding the potential fact of you two being star-crossed lovers.

As he knows, one way or another, he will find you once more. Again and again in every lifetime he will have the pleasure to share with you. He will find you, as you two are intertwined by the same red thread.

RIN OKUMURA, CHIGIRI, ISAGI, Rin Itoshi, Reo, Hiori, Jinshi, Rengoku, Tanjiro, Jason Todd, Tetsuya Kuroko, Rin Matsuoka +your favs

[lonefloric]

Everything is dark ✿

an installment of the intertwined souls mini series

Tanjiro x female!reader

in a world where nobody can see color until they meet their soulmate, tanjiro is devastated thinking he will never meet his soulmate with demons still alive. That's until quick eye contact with a village girl.

not edited, was too excited to start the series so here's the first installation 😼

Ever since he was a small child, Tanjiro knew the importance of finding his soulmate, his lost other half. His mother would bundle him and his sister up in her lap, explaining the many different types of soulmates in the world.

Tanjiro had a unique soulmate connection. He couldn't see color. He listened to the many stories of the 'colorful' world around him, yet everything appeared to be an array of grays. He asked his father what it meant, to which he smiled and patted the boys head.

"You, my son, are a special case. A very rare connection. When you meet your soulmate, look in their eyes and your world will become colorful."

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You were born as the only child to your father. Your mother had passed shortly after you were born. The village chased your father out, claiming you killed your mother as a cursed child.However, you were not cursed, simply born with total blindness.

It was extremely rare, and completely unheard of in your small village to be born completely blind. The villagers, fearing the safety of their homes resorted to the belief you were cursed and that you killed your mother.

Your father, a poor farmer, took you and ran. He traveled many days until he found an abandoned house by the edge of a forest. Your father loved you more than anything, he did not believe you to be cursed, only that you did not have the luck of the gods.

As you aged, your father taught you the basics to farming and how to navigate without your eyesight. He also began to explain soulmates to you. He explained to you the many different types of soulmates in the world, even his own with your mother. There was no countdown on your wrist, you didn't hear anyone else's thoughts, you were never freezing, and nobody appeared in your dreams.

Maybe you really were cursed. An unlucky child, even the gods didn't bless you with an eternal lover. That was what you always believed until...

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"Are you alright?!"

Foolishly, you decided to wonder outside of your home late at night. Your father wasn't home, he left for a nearby village to pick up some things, leaving you alone.

"-iss! Miss?" an unfamiliar male voice called out snapping you back into reality.

"Huh?" you blinked rapidly suddenly able to feel the rush of freezing water around you. Oh, right, you had been startled causing you to trip and land in the stream you were attempting to cross.

You began to move your hands around in the water, attempting to figure out your surroundings after being disorientated. "Here, take my hand." the boy, who sounded no older than you, must have extended his hand out for you.

Picking your hand up out of the water, you extended your hand and attempted to grasp the boys hand. Your hand completely missed his, beginning to fall back towards the water, a hand grasped your wrist.

"Are you alright?" the boy asked again, more concern lacing his tone. Embarrassment began to creep up in you, the boy's hands sliding from your wrist to your hand and pulled you up.

once you regained your balance, you clasped your hands together in thanks. "I thank you for helping me! I cannot see and your assistance was very helpful!" you lifted your head, in what you assumed, was the boys direction.

Weirdly, there was silence. "Sir...?" you called out cautiously. Did he leaves already? No, that was unlikely he was just there-

Warm hands suddenly engulfed your own causing you to jump at the sudden contact. "We're soulmates!" now you were confused, how could he know for sure?

You tilted your head. "Did you not hear me..? I cannot see.. There's no chance we are soulmates."

"My name is Kamado Tanjiro! Before I could not see any color but now that I have looked at your eyes, I can now see color! We have to be soulmates!" Tanjiro exclaimed.

You shook your head, "impossible."

Tanjiro's hands moved from your own to cup your cheeks, forcing you to look in his general direction. "Focus."

You did as told. Now that you mention it, there was a new warmth creeping up in your chest. "Can you feel it?" he asked. You nodded in response, tears pricking your eyes.

"Wait - don't cry!" sobs began to wrack your body, you threw your arms around Tanjiro's shoulders.

"We are soulmates. I didn't think it was possible without my vision. I am believed to be cursed but it seems not to be true!"

Tanjiro simply held you until your sobs died down, "let's get you inside and we can take it from there, alright?" you simply nodded, letting the boy, your fated lover, lead you back inside your home.

[lookingfxryou]

Flustered

Notes: A series of small snippets exploring Giyuu and reader’s idiots to lovers relationship <3

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“I could just stare at you forever.”

“Creep.” Came Giyuu’s reply to your flirtation which only made you sigh dramatically.

“Come on! That was a good one! Didn’t you feel your heart skip a beat?” You weren’t one to back down so easily though.

You had befriended the Water Hashira after much efforts and stubbornness from your side, until the poor man had finally relented and did you the honor of replying to your questions.

Lately though, much to Giyuu’s annoyance, you had started flirting with him. (I’m not flirting with you! I’m just trying to make you blush. Don’t think so highly of yourself.”)

And he would rather die before admitting that your one liners, indeed, had some kind of effect on him. You couldn’t really tell though, with the way he always gave you a deadpan expression and a scathing retort. God, he hoped you did not know, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself.

(Why does he think that, though?)

“The only thing I felt was wanting to reach home faster.”

You pouted and walked a few steps ahead of him, turning back to look at him and walking backwards.

“One of these days, I’ll make you blush so hard that you’ll have a nosebleed.”

That unwillingly pulled out a smile from him which had you beaming. Now that he looked at you, you were really beautiful. Sure you were one of the strongest slayers and had prevailed against a lot of deadly opponents, but there was something about your smile, the way it had your eyes crinkling, that gave him pause. Made him think of you in a totally different way.

Shaking his head, your conversation stopped as you reached his house. You wasted no time in going ahead and calling out for Tanjiro and Nezuko.

(What even were they doing in his home, he had no clue anymore. Something about being in the most quiet and inconspicuous place. As if there was anything inconspicuous about those two.)

“Don’t you have to go home?” He called out making his way inside and you stopped before furrowing your brows at him.

“Don’t steal my babies from me.”

He just sighed and went ahead to his room. God, you were infuriating, had no sense of personal space, kept talking to him–

“Did he come around then?” He could hear Tanjiro’s voice, dull since they were probably farther from his private quarters, but his nonetheless.

He could hear your giggles.

“You are too optimistic, Tanjiro. He still thinks I’m just trying to make him blush.”

A pause.

“Which is true, I suppose, but he doesn’t really take my words seriously.”

“Why don’t you just tell him that you like him?”

Giyuu felt his breath hitch at Tanjiro’s words. There was no way that you liked him. The antisocial, rude, idiotic him.

“And risk him completely shutting down on me, and everyone else? No, I can be patient. Besides I got him to smile today!”

He could hear Tanjiro’s exclamations but his heart was beating so fast that he couldn’t even think properly. Did you really–? But you could choose anyone else–? Why him?

Your voice turned lower, more serious and Giyuu had to strain his ears to hear your next words.

“He’s one of the kindest people I know, Tanjiro. And maybe he doesn’t see it himself but I do. I see the way he is with strangers, helping silently, not asking for anything. I see him with you and Nezuko and how much he cares, even if he doesn’t show it. He deserves so much more and I hope he will get it someday. Until then, I’ll be his friend and stay by his side.”

This was not happening, no, no, no. He could feel it, his skin getting clammy, heart beating fast and the heating of his face.

You thought this much about him?

Your conversation turned to other topics after that and Giyuu moved away to go outside where the cool air caressed his warm, blushing cheeks.

You would never let him live it down if you saw him like this.

Well, since you came all this way to his home, he supposed it was only natural to ask you to have lunch together.

Along with Tanjiro and Nezuko, of course!

Just a normal lunch with friends.

[meracyn]

The love you left behind

oneshot. gn reader, angst.

tw ; mentions of death

How long has it been already?

One month? Two? Is it five now? The days after the accident blurred together, it all happened too fast— You didn’t remember anymore.

You stood up, and walked over to where your lover sat on the soft grass, gazing out at the river, a pebble in hand. The sky above was coated in orange and pinkish hues, the sunset painting the clouds in a faint gray color mixed with purple, swaying in the cool breeze.

You stayed still, watching quietly. Even though you wanted to speak, you wouldn’t be heard. You were gone after all—

you were dead.

I wish things didn’t end this way.

It had become a routine; this silent watch over them—making sure they were doing well. In the beginning, it was hell. The shouts, the intense denial, the pain. The line that separated the living and the deceased wasn’t too wide.

You still held feelings, memories of your life throughout the years, still shed tears, even without a beating heart.

The pain was supposed to be gone after death. Why is it still there?

Loneliness, sorrow, love, too. It wasn’t different, it felt exactly the same. But it doesn’t matter, your feelings wouldn’t be able to reach them.

Unless we reunite in death.

As more time went by, you started to realize they were moving on— with someone else. Filling the void in their heart, forgetting about you. You could see it in their eyes, you could feel it even—the look of hope, of healing. The way their heart began to beat a bit quicker each time the two were met.

Can you still feel heartbreak even without a beating heart?

You finally had the answer.

You wanted to be angry. Hold a grudge against the person, shout and somehow reach out to your lover and be remembered again. Be loved again. But you couldn’t. You had no voice, nothing to carry your pain in.

Filled with dread, betrayal. You tried to accept their decision and let go, to be happy, but you couldn’t deny the growing feeling of resentment.

Is it selfish to wish that you never let me go?

You could only watch. Watch and wish. Wish that you were still a part of their love, be reassured and held in their arms once again. To be told “I love you” one last time.

But those wishes were unreciprocated. You were forgotten already, fading away in the back of their mind. The pain was unbearable, you weren’t in peace. The vow you once made after death to always protect them, ended up being broken.

You couldn’t watch anymore.

Either way, it wouldn’t have mattered if you still did or not.

After all, they were happy with someone else now.

— Aether, Izuku, Denki, Childe, Meguru, Gojo, Shoto, Tanaka, Tanjiro, Nagisa, Itto, Gorou, any of your favorite characters!

a/n; first time writing angst lmao btw theres so many characters i didnt know who to pick so i chose random but you guys obviously have bigger brain so choose whoever you think fits w/this, havent posted in almost a month too i just realized..ill go sleep rn 💀 and. pls send genshin reqs (but only ‘til sumeru im hella behind whoops)