#haganezuka x reader fluff

[yuki2sksksk]

Canon x reader characters I've made so far

Hotaru Haganezuka x Reader: Friends to lovers

Sanji x Witch! Reader: Childhood friends to lovers

Angor Rot x Witch Guardian! Reader: Lovers to enemies

[luxthestrange]

KNY Incorrect quotes#94 Dangos!

Somewhere in the Swordsmith Village...Hotaru and You talking about Kotetsu

Hotaru: Kotetsu is not our son, Y/n!WE ARENT EVEN MARRIED!?-

Hotaru*To Kotetsu who is climbing a chair to clean Robo-yorichii face*-Come down from the chair and eat those mitarashi dango before they get cold!?!

Kotetsu*Climbing down the chair and tugging Robo-yorichii to eat his desserts* okay Dad!

Hotaru:...

Hotaru*Looks at your smug face and grumbles*-As I was saying, our son needs some ground rules while I work on our wedding rings-

...Do I now wanna make an au of Hotaru and Hashira!y/n who only gets swords from him, and y/n is the calmest, most level-headed person there is-...thoughts guys?

[kyokutsu-sama]

Beyond Appearances

Haganezuka x f!reader| fluff

A/n: A scenario where our most handsome swordsmith shows his insecurities when he feels in love with a very kind hashira who managed to soften his heart❤️

Sorry for the delay, I thought I had already written the ending but it turns out I didn't have one yet🥲

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In all his years as a short-tempered swordsmith, Haganezuka had never found himself in such trouble after he met a young woman hashira who had been visiting the swordsmith village recently. He thought that loving someone was harder than forging a sword.

Kanamori had already teased him about the subject, but he just deny it, saying it was a lie and that he just was confusing things, but the friend knew he was lying. And Hotaru also knew he was deceiving himself.

"Come on, admit it, you like her!" Kanamori said, and his friend hit the blade of the hot sword harder, almost breaking it

"Can you shut up for a moment? I'm sick of this talk! Damn!" He replied, already upset

"You know I'm right, don't you? She's pretty, isn't she?" The friend teased him further to see if he would reveal anything, and he just showed more and more signs

"Listen up, you asshole! Don't you dare make any comments about her, do you hear me?" Haganezuka threatened, with one of his knives pointed at his friend

"If you don't like her, why do you act like that ? Come on, tell me."

"Like what?" Haganezuka put the blade he had on the table and looked at his friend

"I just said she was beautiful and you already look like you're about to grab a knife to kill me. What do you want me to think?"

Haganezuka gave a long snort and put his hands to his covered face for a moment. He was fed up with that conversation even though he knew his friend was telling the truth. He might seem all explosive and hot-headed but when he remembered how kind you were and the sparkle in your eyes, he calmed down. It was like the calming sound of bells moving when the wind blew them.

"Kanamori, I have work to do. Don't bother me with this anymore, or I'll test the blade on you to see if it's sharp enough." Haganezuka said, before returning to work and his friend just shook his head with a giggle

"You really are shy to admit how things are, aren't you?" His friend teased him for the last time, and it was then that Haganezuka prepared to throw one of his knives at him, but stopped when the forje door opened

Your presence made him hide the knife behind his back. He didn't want to scare you in any way.

"Good morning!" You greeted them. "Is my sword ready yet?" You asked, pointing to the blade that was on the workbench

"No, not yet. Maybe tomorrow." Haganezuka said, lowering his gaze and gently placing the knife on the table behind him so that you wouldn't suspect anything

"Well, then, I'll come by tomorrow morning. I'm going on a mission in two days and I'll need it." You warned

"I know, I'm already taking care of it."

"I see. Have a good day then!" You smiled and left

When you closed the door, Kanamori looked at his friend and saw him narrowing his eyes at him.

"Don't you dare to open that mouth, got it?" Haganezuka warned even before his friend say something

"Fine, I won't, but I'll tell you that you should face the truth. I see how you look at her, how you've been following her for months to find out how she is and what she's doing. Why don't you just say it?"

"Say what? What would a woman like her see in a man like me? A dirty, rough man, full of calluses on his hands and wounds. Don't you think she deserves better?" The blacksmith looked at his friend and Kanamori couldn't help but laugh at his words

"Oh, so that was your problem, wasn't it? Insecurities about yourself. You know, I honestly don't think Y/n is a person who judges by appearances. If she were, she probably would have made countless comments about you since she met you and besides, she never treated you badly or offended you." The friend pointed out

"I don't care, I won't talk about it. I'm done with that conversation, I'm going back to work now." Haganezuka turned his back on his friend and focused on what he was doing before

"It's up to you, but look, if you don't say it, someone else 'better' will. Think about it." Kanamori said before leaving

The first rays of sunlight slowly entered through the window and illuminated Haganezuka's sleeping figure who was sitting on the floor leaning against the counter where he forged swords.

He was exhausted after spending the whole night preparing your sword, knowing that you would come to get it that morning.

He was breathing slowly and inaudibly, not even sounding like the heavy breathing and long, tired sighs from the busy night he had spent.

"I need to finish it, Y/n needs it. I need to hurry." He said as he sharpened the blade

Many could say he was short-tempered, but he was without a doubt one of the most dedicated blacksmiths to his role. Many blacksmiths took at least one to two weeks to finish a sword, he did it in a matter of days.

You approached the forge door and knocked. Normally, what you expected was to hear Hotaru's screams from the other side asking you to leave, but today you didn't hear it and found it strange.

"Isn't he here? Did he go somewhere?" You thought, with a doubtful expression

"Haganezuka-san?!" You called. "Are you there?"

No answer came from the other side, he was sound asleep.

"I'm coming in, okay?" You warned, opening the door slowly and peeking inside

Your eyes immediately fell on Haganezuka sitting on the floor, sleeping. You smiled a little when you saw him and then you went in, closing the door behind you.

You walked slowly towards him, kneeling beside his figure. He wasn't wearing his mask and you thought he was very handsome even with some dirt stains on his skin and sweat. He looked so young even though he was almost forty.

You held one of his hands and saw the hardness of the calluses and some still open cuts.

"He's an incredibly dedicated swordsmith." You thought, seeing his condition

You had him in high regard even when he yelled at you when you broke his sword. You knew he was hot-blooded, but you also knew he wasn't all he seemed.

You looked at his other hand and there was a sword, you immediately assumed it was yours and that he had been working on it all night.

"No wonder he's so sweaty and dirty...working after hours." You looked at his sleeping face and gave a little smile

You moved your hand from his face to the hand where the sword was and grabbed the hilt slowly and pulled it out slowly but his grip tightened as if he was trying to stop you from taking it from him.

"Don't touch it." He whispered with his eyes still closed

You pulled away and looked at him seeing his eyelids flutter a little, he had already realized that someone was there but he didn't know it was you.

"Haganezuka? Are you awake?" You ask and he shifts a little."It's me, Y/n. I came in because you didn't answer me before and--"

"Your sword is ready." He muttered and you looked at him, seeing his eyes slowly open, revealing a bright orange color

"Yeah, I see it..." You said as he stretched and straightened his posture. "I can also see that you took the night off to make it for me. I'm sorry for giving you so work." You looked down and he looked at you, blinking slowly before looking away

"I love forging swords, I put all my dedication into them."

"I know, I see that your hands are full of calluses and your sweat is wetting your clothes." You said, holding his hand and he quickly removed it from yours, turning his face away from yours, feeling a certain blush grow on his cheeks."Come on, let's get up, okay?" You said, holding him and trying to lift him up

He didn't push you away or say anything, he just gave in to your arms around him as he stood up.

He staggered back a little but you held him steady again. He was tired all over and needed some proper rest, something he hadn't had.

"You should get some sleep, you're getting dark circles under your eyes. And it looks like they've been going on for a few days. Do you have that much work?"

"I stayed awake for three days to make it for you. Here it is." He said, holding out the sword to you and you took it carefully as if it were glass. "You need to go on that mission, right? Your sword is ready, now go." He said and you looked from the sword to him, seeing him a little downcast and sleepy

You put the sword back in its sheath and brought a hand to his face and looked at him. That was the first time you saw his face, he had gone to take a nap that ended up lasting until morning.

"You're going to get your hands dirty." He said, watching you touch his face to clean the dirt

"They're already dirty from all the missions I've been on, so I don't think it matters to me anymore." You smiled and he blushed even more

He looked into your eyes for a moment without saying anything. All those insecurities of his seemed to be leaving his mind and that made him more confident.

"You've been forging the swords for all the missions I go on, so I can't leave here today without thanking you."

"Thank me for making something for you to break it later, is that it?" He bite back and you smiled

"That's more or less it."

You looked at each other for a moment while you were still cleaning his skin. His eyes couldn't leave yours and the fact that your face was so close that it almost touched his was only making him even more nervous.

You, on the other hand, were also feeling a little embarrassed even though you tried to look normal. You had a bit of a crush on him since the first day, always wondering what his face would be like under the mask and wondering if he had a soft side and not just a rough side. At that moment, you discovered both things.

You stared at him for a moment, holding his face with both hands. You thought about pulling back but you couldn't, you had to show your feelings for him and without hesitating any longer, you kissed him, taking the man completely by surprise.

It was at that moment that he could have sworn he was going to faint, because not even the heat from the forge's fire made him sweat as much as that sudden act.

He didn't know what was going on and you just wanted it to be reciprocated. You felt good with him and even with that rough and tough way, you could find a soft and shy side of him. A side where he wasn't stubborn or shouty. One where he just let himself be carried away by you and the love you had to give him.

He put an arm around your waist, hugging your body and pulling you closer while you held on to his strong arms to keep yourself standing since your knees were weak.

After a moment like that, he pulled away and you noticed that his cheeks were so red it looked like they were burning.

"You're blushing, you look so cute!" You joked and he immediately turned his face to hide it from you

"Shut up, I'm not blushing!"He said, moving away from you and putting the mask back on to hide his blushing face

"Oh come on, it's normal. You probably never fall in love before."You giggled

"I'm sorry if this was a little sudden, but I really like you, you know? You're not all that people say you are, and I think you're a very talented swordsmith. Your work is incredible and you always do your best. Thank you, Haganezuka-san." You smiled at him and he looked at you, removing his mask to kiss you again, taking you by surprise this time

He was also never seen as a good person in the swordsmith village, but deep down he was misunderstood, and seeing someone with a good heart like you, praising him and the work he loved so much only made his heart melt.

"I really like you too, but I won't mix things up. If you break it, I'll break you later." He warned and you giggled, hugging him

"No, you love me. You wouldn't do that, would you?" You whispered next to his ear, making Haganezuka narrowing his eyes and taking a long sigh. You were really getting on his nerves.

[colourstreakgryffin]

so glad you're back doing requests!! ilysm hope you're all good now!! 🥺🥺

on that note, there's been a serious lack of haganezuka content in general and I'm appalled by this man's underratedness

can I request for haganezuka and an arranged marriage s/o? like the chief set them up and haganezuka is like dammit why tf do I gotta marry a rando but then slowly falls for his partner

tsundere to simp haganezuka is the best i will die on this hill

Aaah! I have only done one for Haganezuka so I’ll do it again. He is big Tsundere and he’ll keep being a Tsundere! Thank you dearly for such a creative and original concept! Have a wonderful day, darling!

Hotaru Haganezuka- Nothing or Everything

In the moment, Hotaru was so annoyed and so uninterested that he could barely look at his Chief in the eyes as he announced the arranged marriage to be official. Married off to some stranger for further finance and protection to the Swordsmith Village. This village is the most closed-off, hidden thing in Japan, why does it need more security?!

Hotaru just grimed and bared through the painful vows that meant nothing to him and had to deal with the fact his supposed spouse is now coming home with him

Hotaru, right off the bat, established to you that you’re not sleeping in the same bedroom as him, you’re not touching any of his belongings and you mean little to him. That this marriage means nothing to him but it’s more of a requirement he is forced to follow. He is the most prickly, unapproachable swordsmith in this entire population, there is no way to get him to like you… so, he suspected this would be the end of it. He’d ignore his legally-assigned spouse and continue on with his beloved work

But… clearly. Fate has decided that Hotaru isn’t going to be alone anymore

Throughout the months after the wedding and you moving into his home, Hotaru had been quiet, harsh, uncaring, uninterested and ignoring you in favour of doting his time, energy and passion into the one thing he loves; swordmaking. However, he has begin to notice you more. The way you make him lunch, the way you patch up his wound after fighting stubbornly with him, the way you clean his home, respect his privacy, give him space… maybe you’re not that bad

Hotaru is a man of pure, raw pride so he simply refused to admit the fact he was slowly but surely falling in love with you, his arranged spouse. He couldn’t admit the fact you made his heart jump up and down, and his head spin. The fact everything you do for him is no longer thought as annoying or sucking up to him but is appreciated internally and acknowledged

Of course, Hotaru will just keep up his now fake disliking and tsundere nature since he’s too closed off and of his own ego to let you know you’ve won him over and now, he likes to admire you from behind his mask. You’re so pretty, so considerate, so ambitious and determined. He loves those type of traits in people, the good ones with an iron will and sly sharp senses. He likes the way you run and he does appreciate it when you actually take time out of your day to deal with him

Hotaru, over more and more time spent with you. Almost a year now, can’t help but soften up. Go from ignoring and snarling to looking right at you and nodding. Acknowledging and listening. Everybody in the village thought it was completely impossible to ring out anything kind and positive from Haganezuka himself but here he is, actually simping for you behind your back

Writing your name in his swordsmithing tools, seeing your reflection through the water cooled shiny silver-like metal of a freshly formed Nichirin Katana, hearing your voice when he is walking back from his swordsmithing hut to his cottage. You corrupt his head 24/7 and he is inbetween being annoyed over it and loving it. To think, he couldn’t stand the fact you were even breathing in the air of his home, now, he wants you around him all the time but he is too protective to let you be around dangerous equipment like his own

Hotaru is getting there over time. He is coming to you and even offering you little gifts whilst looking away and gruffing up. Immediately proclaiming, with image-saving formed anger, that what he has done for you has nothing to do with his own feelings and is just a requirement to make you happy for the Village’s sake. He’s right… gift-giving and love-giving is a requirement, but a requirement his own heart is pushing him to do. Because he’s in love and enamoured with you as a whole

Now. Hotaru wants you to come to his bedroom, act more like your husband and he’s trying to fulfil all those duties he should have when he was wedded to you, how could he be so foolish and blind to the fact you’re perfect? He is quite emotionless, harsh and work-obsessed but he is much more doting and caring than he looks and behaves as

“H-Hey… dummy, can you read that novel outloud? I haven’t read it before and since you’re reading it, why not just read it outloud for both of us so— O-oh, shut up! I don’t like you!”

[vrystalius]

Could I request a Kimetsu Academy, Home Economics teacher Hotaru Haganezuka with a vampire Fem!Reader who loves her partner's, aka Haganezuka's blood almost as much as she loves him? Thank you!

Late Night Prep

You were helping Hotaru prepare ingredients for tomorrow’s class, but can’t stop staring at the bulging veins of his arms.

Pairing: Hotaru x fem!reader

Hotaru was hunched over the counter, chopping and sorting vegetables, herbs and whatnot into containers to use tomorrow. He was in the same position for about two hours now, only moving away to grab even more foods to prepare. You weren’t bothered by leaning against the counter next to him and watch him do this mundane task, quite the opposite. You weren’t paying attention to his slicing skills, how handsome he was looking or what he is chopping, instead, you were staring at those deliciously pulsing veins in his arms, so pronounced by the way he was flexing his arms and repeating the same motion over and over. You would never wish harm upon your dearest, but you were silently wishing he’d cut himself, just a little for you to see or maybe even taste the blood—

“Are you going to stand and state at me the whole night?”

Hotaru mumbled, not breaking view with his knife or the garlic he was chopping right now. Clearing your throat, you snap back to reality and stopped gawking at his arms for a moment.

“Ah, I’m… just admiring your technique that’s all!”

He spared you a small glance, his brows furrowed and eyes judging you a little. Suddenly, Hotaru let out a small yelp and dropped his knife, checking his bleeding finger. There was a small cut but the blood dripping out of it was slightly concerning. He acted quickly and grabbed a clean towel, wrapping his finger in it.

“Don’t just stand here, grab me a bandage or something!!”

You were to busy staring at the bloody fingers and the crimson sweetness flooding out of it that Hotaru’s snapping finally pulled you out of your trance. You gave him a small nod and quickly reached for the first aid kit, grabbing some bandaids and a bandage before turning back to him. He carefully unravelled the towel. A dreamy sigh escaped your lips at the sight. Your husband raised his eyebrow at you and how you were standing in your spot, not moving towards him.

“Are you going to move or no?! I need some help over here!”

You suddenly lunged at him, grabbing his wrist and sliding his finger between your lips, savouring the sweetly metallic taste of Hotaru’s blood. He didn’t move or ripped his fingers out of your mouth like any other normal person would’ve in that moment, instead he simply stared at your and how your lips were wrapped around his finger like that. His mouth was slightly agape in confusion, arousal weirdly enough started pooling in his stomach. He watched as you closed your eyes and felt how your tongue was swirling around his wound. Finally, you suddenly flinched away, your whole face scrunching together in disgust. Your whole mouth felt like it was on fire and being paralysed at the same time.

“Y-You were cutting garlic??”

“Of course I was!! Didn’t you see?! I was testing out the silver knife-“

“SILVER?!”

I’ve never written for him before, have I? Well I was due to then XD Before I even read the manga, I loved Hotaru ever since his first appearance in Urokodaki’s house. I’m planning on recreating his mask in clay soon and maybe even recreate his hat with the wind chimes attached to it! I hoped you enjoyed this and thank you for requesting <33 Also, apparently, silver doesn’t just harm werewolves but vampires as well! Never knew that.

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough <3

Take care of yourselves <3 Send in some more requests if you like! This event lasts until Halloween <3

[its-freaking-jordan]

Gurl I need haganezuka with a black fem s/o just headcanons fluff or nsfw don't matter I just need em 😫🙏🏾

Stg this man has me on my KNEES

This fine mf

Despite him working so much, he comes home to his beautiful S/O. You <3

He has a soft pot for you, but refuses to say or show it.

You first met him when he was delivering Tanjiro his sword, you were his mentor.

When he first laid his eyes on m you, his heart stopped. Haganezuka exe. stopped working.

Behind his mask he was drawing out all of your features and curves with his eyes.

After meeting Tanjiro swordsmith, you both often run into eachother.

He mostly stumble into you.

He worked up the courage to ask you out after a few months, which you accepted.

He kept his mask on around you, even if it’s the both of you alone.

He loves you dearly but he has to put his work first. He doesn’t..he just thinks that.

Little bit of Nsfw now I’m lying

Haganezuka is strictly a Top. If you’re a top yourself, kiss that shit goodbye. Even if you try to get dominance it only makes your punishment worse.

I’d say he can last a good 2-3 rounds. Even if you plead for him to give you a break, he won’t listen, acting as if you’re not there.

He likes to mark what’s his it doesn’t matter how he has to get it done, biting you, or even spanking you.

He’s a Brat Tamer..Tell me Im wrong. If you ever act like a brat towards him, he will not hesitate to put you in your place.

I think he will be soft sometimes when he sees that you can’t go on longer. He will reassure you that you can, comforting you.

He’s also good with aftercare, Im talking GOOD. If you sore anywhere he will give you a massage to soothe it. And clean you up in a way where it doesn’t feel uncomfortable for you.

[kakushino]

Haganezuka's apprentice - Fem!Reader

You'd heard about his temper, or rather, you heard his temper, long before you first saw him. The need for new swordsmiths went beyond personal wants and so, you found yourself as one of the would-be apprentices under masters of their trade. Your master though? Haganezuka Hotaru

Since you would be entering the Swordsmiths' village proper, as a citizen and not a visitor, you had received your own hyottoko mask, as ugly as the rest of them, yet crucial for its anonymity. You were grateful to it though, because it hid your scowl during your first few weeks under Master Haganezuka's dubious tutelage.

"Not like that, you stupid shithead!"

"This is shoddy as hell. Again."

"Useless brat."

"If Kamado got a sword like this, he'd be coming back for another in a day."

It was all you could do to not blow up on him. As it was, you just shut your mouth and tried to keep up. You weren't even sure if he knew you weren't a man; after all, the masks did distort even voices.

You understood though, really. He was forbidden from touching the forge until he healed up and just tried to focus his energy on you, but he went about it completely wrong. 

Every insult and snide comment fueled your wrath. It was time to show him what you were made of, what you learned and what you could do. 

With bandage-covered hands from the blisters and rawness of overworking, you did what you did best as of late - forge.

The day you presented your first 'passable' wakizashi (passable for him, very good for others) was the day his comment felt less offensive and more… like a compliment?

"Hmpf, guess you aren't that incompetent, brat."

With time, the heat of his words went out of the window, his vulgarity dwindling as you improved in leaps and bounds. Despite his harshness and unpolished way of teaching, you'd become a swordsmith who could stand on her own two feet. Your apprenticeship would last for years more though, giving you plenty of time to really get to know your master.

"You didn't buy yourself any dango? Idiot. Here, take one. Don't tell a soul or you're dead."

"Here… What do you think it is? I didn't know you were so stupid you couldn't recognize tea. You like this type, don't you? So shut up and take it."

"Tsk. Brat. As if you could distract me from my- is that Gyomaru's dango? Hand it over."

Haganezuka Hotaru was just abrasive on the outside, but a big softie on the inside. 

A big softie who couldn't take care of himself properly at times. 

"Master Haganezuka, you need to eat. You've been in here for over a day." You cautiously touched his shoulder, hoping beyond hope he would snap out of the Zone. You'd brought dango and tea, hoping to entice him with the smell at first. It wasn't working, obviously.

He said nothing, just continued to hammer away at his latest work. 

“Master Haganezuka?” you shook his shoulder a little, making him pause for a moment before he continued. Your patience wore thin. You scowled. You’d be surprised if the ugly expression wasn’t permanently fixed into your face with how often you wore it when dealing with him. 

Maybe taking off his mask would make him pay attention to me?

Spoiler alert: It did not.

But it did make your face feel hot when you saw how handsome he was under it. A few shiny scars from the not-so-recent village attack still stood out against his pale skin, making him even more attractive.

Sweat made his dark hair stick to his skin, and suddenly, you were curious about the whole picture; you untied his scarf - it wasn’t like he was going to un-Zone anytime soon, you reasoned. You were not ready for the dark wavy tresses spilling over his shoulders. It was not fair how much of a looker he was. Was this man really single?

You continued to study him, memorizing his features for long lonely nights in your accommodation. Soon enough, you realized you were being a creep and should stop at once; you needed to finish what you started after all.

“Master Haganezuka!” you reached for his other shoulder to shake it. What you didn’t account for was the fact it was his blind side. Instead of an insult or even a scathing remark, you were nearly slashed with a red-hot blade in the face. You took a quick step back and it thankfully only knocked off your hyottoko mask to the ground, the wood smoking a little where the iron made contact with it. You stared at it with wide eyes, your heart in your throat and terror pulsing in your veins. “...”

“...you’re a woman?” 

Your eyes met his, both of you staring at each other in disbelief. “You didn’t know?” 

A flush rose to his cheeks, before his expression turned to white ash. “The old man is gonna kill me.”

"How did you not know I was a woman? The Chief told you when he was introducing me."

"I wasn't listening," he huffed, looking away. 

"More importantly, you just tried to kill me!" 

"Not my fault you were being stupid, brat!"

"You were being stupid. You didn't get out of here for over a day! You have to eat! And sleep!"

"Sleep is for the weak! I need to finish this project-" Haganezuka turned back to his bench, reaching for his hammer.

You snatched the tool before he could touch it. "No, you don't-" You high-tailed it out of his forge, clutching his favorite hammer as if your life depended on it.

"Wait-! You useless wench!"

Your master swore up a storm, hurling insults, screaming at you and chasing you with his half-finished blade. 

Kanamori even ran out into the street in his pajamas, mask askew, a katana of his own in hand, thinking there was an attack again. Seeing Haganezuka, he huffed and went back to sleep, too tired to deal with this right now.

A few days later, the Chief came to officially scold your master. You had a kick out of it, thankful your mask hid your smirk.

[ninapi]

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┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺╚══ Fireflies ╝

Premise: Haganezuka gets a marriage proposal from one of the elders of the village, marrying was a must for those in the Swordsmith's village, self preservation of the clan and its techniques was absolutely mandatory. He hated the idea to his very core, to say the least.

Word count: 3544

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Amongst all the preparations of the corps to beat Muzan, came the craftsmanship of the Nichirin swords, an art that had been passed from generation to generation to this day.

Haganezuka Hotaru, had the honor, some would say, to craft every single one of Tanjiro’s swords, even if the last one wasn’t his own creation, thanks to him it was in fighting conditions.

Though, this also meant one thing, now that the sword was ready he had a lot of free time since his mountain training was over as well, the sword had been officially delivered to its owner and he had just one eye left, even if he wasn’t completely sure of how all that actually happened.

Tecchin, the village’s chief and his father figure called upon him a lovely afternoon.

He thought he was being summoned for tea and sweets, as that’s usually the only reason to call him there, but that was far from the truth this time.

He was rewarded with the promised mitarashi dango set, yet tea time was not the reason for his summoning.

“Hotaru, you are to marry next full moon.” a mochi ball got stuck in his throat making him cough loudly in order to save his own life.

“WhAT?”

“You heard me, boy. It was decided already, you will marry the great granddaughter of the previous chief. I wanted her for Gantetsu, but it appears she prefers you instead. It is your duty to take her hand in marriage, it’s final.”

“But why me? What do you mean she prefers me? Why was I an option? Does she know I don’t want any part in this? Does she even know what she’s getting herself into? Tell me where she lives! I will make her regret her decision!” he was hyperventilating at this point, smoke coming out of his mask, the elder getting ready to face one of his angry outbursts.

“I do not know why she would prefer a crazy boar like you, but it is a fact that cannot be changed. You can ask her all those questions yourself; she should be here any second now.” the man was trying to calm himself down by chewing on some more treats, he needed his head clear, otherwise he would get sucked into this situation without an exit path.

You did arrive a few minutes after his statement, proving your eagerness. The kimono you were wearing was beyond expensive, your hair up beautifully decorated with the finest hairpins, and your makeup had been clearly done by someone who knew what they were doing.

You looked like a doll, one to keep on display for all the village to look at and brag. Or at least that was the impression Hotaru got the moment you stepped into the tatami matted room, definitely not someone who should be interested in a man like him.

“(Y/N), my dear, please sit with us. Do you like mitarashi dango? I got these from the famous shop down the street, they’re Hotaru’s favorite treat.” the mentioning of his name got him restless once more, he had so many questions but also just wanted this whole thing to end so he could go back to his lone training in his room.

“I do, Tecchin-sama. You’re very kind.” stretching a hand over to grab one of the sweetened treats, you smiled in his direction. He just couldn’t believe the audacity of this woman, you weren’t just taking his time with your ridiculous expectations but were also eating his food.

“I informed Hotaru of the ceremony and its date, I will leave you two alone so you can get to know each other.” you just nodded in appreciation, bowing to the elder as he exited the room, plainly excited to finally have some alone time with your future husband.

“Woman, what is this about? I’ve never seen you in my life, why is it you wanna marry me?” the question caught you off guard, you knew you would have to address the matter at some point, you just wished it wasn’t this soon, you tried your best to look presentable and get in his good side, yet that didn’t seem to be the case.

“I- well, I have seen you around…” your voice turned softer, uncertainty could be felt from your words but also an unexplained amount of warmth came along.

“You’ve seen me around? That’s it? Have you not seen any other men ever or what’s your deal?” you could see his frustration growing by the second, you were aware of his bad temper and wanted to avoid triggering him yourself, especially on your first official meeting, though it seemed you also failed at that.

“No, no. That’s not it. I…” sitting up straighter, you left behind the sticky sweets to fully convey your thoughts and show him your resolution filled heart, it was now or never. “I saw you when you were training in the mountains. I was there myself in isolation, trying to cure the restlessness of my soul. You see, my family had been trying to get me to marry someone for a good decade now and it just never worked. But I was the problem, not them.” this piqued his interest, so he just remained quiet, listening without making any sort of commentary.

“They never interested me; I just couldn’t see myself marrying men like them. My father was so angry that he sent me to the mountains to reflect on my behavior. That’s when I saw you. Your extreme rigorous training, you were so focused you didn’t even notice I was sitting beside you one day.” racking his brain he is certain he didn’t see any woman at all while training, this was concerning to a degree.

“To me it was a wonderful sight, all that determination, that concentration, that urgency to become better, those muscles….” the last part was nearly over a whisper, yet he heard it loud and clear, the tips of his ears burning at the little piece of information gained.

“So, when Tecchin-sama and the elders came up with the proposal to marry his son, I just picked the son that managed to interest me instead of the one who was being offered. I also happened to be around to see how you were bleeding everywhere and kept on sharpening that blade for the young lad after the attack, it was so alluring and ugh, yeah…you know…” he could see your blush shinning brightly even under the layers of fancy makeup you were wearing.

He was definitely not prepared for such a confession; he was more than ready to not only turn you down but make a scene just to make sure you’d hate him. He wasn’t so sure if he wanted to go the route anymore, though.

“So, you’re physically attracted to me? Is that it? You haven’t even seen my face. What if I’m an ugly bastard?”

“Oh, but I saw it…though, even if you were…I’ve never seen someone so determined and with such a strong nature. That would be enough for me, since I’m considering traits that I want in a husband.” you were giving him a soft smile, one that made him shuffle on his seat cushion. He’s used to people yelling at him, disrespecting him, being complete dicks to him, but he was most certainly not used to this softness.

“You don’t know me, woman. I don’t get along with others, I prefer to be on my own and some say I have a bad character. Surely this isn’t what you want in a husband, rethink your decision, nobody would blame you for leaving me, I’m a lost cause anyways, nobody expects me to get married.”

“Haganezuka-sama, could you please stop insulting me? I know what I want ok? I like you, is that so hard to believe?”

You were both now standing, facing each other equally enraged by each claim, “Oh you think I’m insulting you? You haven’t gotten a sample of it yet even, prepare yourself, you have no idea what you signed up for, you…you ugly pigheaded woman!” his mask was fogging up with the steam he was blowing out of his nose, completely deranged at this point.

But you…

Oh…you were mad, alright.

How dare he call you such an awful thing after all the time you invested in dolling yourself up for him, this was outrageous.

He was screaming nonsense in your direction, a bad headache coming its way up your frontal lobe.

That’s when you saw your chance.

You’ve heard it from others in the tavern downtown, tickling this man was the only way to get him to shut up, that was his weakest point, an adorable one at that.

Tackling him to the ground, you sat on his hips, pinning him down with one hand on his chest, the other tickling his side at an insane speed.

He was so overwhelmed by the entire thing that his breathing became ragged quite fast, his strength quickly declining, giving you the chance to lift the mask off his face.

When he had your own so close to his, he could see the remaining tracks of angry tears down your beautiful face. It seems like he really hurt your feelings with his harsh words, and honestly that’s what he wanted to accomplish, but seeing your effort so up close made him feel bad for ruining everything.

Not only your clothing and hair accessories were probably bought for this encounter alone, he could see the amount of time getting in so many things must have taken, how your makeup was now ruined due to him, how even if you were tickling him and making him laugh to his death as a result, your expression was one of pain.

“I don’t have a pig face….” you were mumbling in between sniffs, your hands coming to a halt when you noticed his eye trained on your face. “You don’t….”

He sighed, getting you off of him gently, still trying to regain his breath. “Do you really want to, you know…marry me? Even when I’m like this?”

You nodded, wiping your face of any watery remains, “You’re the only man I’ve ever considered for my future. Am I…not to your liking…?” your eyes were on the floor, afraid of his response not being what you had hoped for.

“Ugh…you’re not half bad I guess, but how can I marry someone I don’t know? I get it, you’ve seen me around, you seem to know a lot about me, but I know nothing about you besides what I just gathered on your crazy stalkerish behavior.” his wording made you chuckle, the sadness filling your chest moving away on its own accord.

“Would you consider it after a few dates?” he groaned, reaching over for his discarded mask, covering his face with it once more.

“Just don’t make it awkward…you know where I live.” getting up, he headed over to his room, a weird feeling of expectation invading his confused self.

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When you asked him to consider your offer after going in a few dates, he honestly thought you’d be pestering him about it the very next day, yet it’s been a week since your last encounter and he hadn’t heard a word from you.

Tecchin thought his boy had ruined everything as usual, so he himself went to check on you, to try to convince you to take his actual son instead.

To his surprise, you were covered in rice flour from head to toe when he arrived at your residence, trying to master the art of pounding it into mochi.

Saying he was confused was an understatement, he thought you’d be heartbroken hiding away in a corner of the house, but you were very much busy, determination covering your face, it reminded him of Hotaru when he’s working, and so, he began to understand your line of thought when choosing a husband.

“(Y/N) dear, what on earth are you doing?”

“Oh, Tecchin-sama!! Sorry I didn’t see you there, I’ve been a bit busy. Who knew mitarashi dangos were so complicated to prepare.” so that’s what you were doing, he thought you’d been chasing chickens in the kitchen and had fallen into a sack of flour, that’s what you looked like at least.

“Why don’t you just buy them from the specialty store near my house?”

“Well, I wanted to show Haganezuka-sama I can be a good wife, so I thought of learning how to prepare his favorite dish, honestly I didn’t expect it to be this hard, but it’s been fun, I’m confident this batch will meet his expectations.” Tecchin was moved to tears, he’s never thought someone would be willing to go this far for that silly adoptive son of his, maybe you were really the one.

“I’m sure they’ll be perfect, dear. Please stop by the house to say hello when your done. Even if he denies it, I can see how restless Hotaru is, he’s most likely thinking you gave up on him.”

“I would never! I’ll go get myself ready as soon as the sauce is fully cooked!” knowing he was grumpy on your account made you smile to yourself, he’s so adorable, you wondered how nobody has noticed this as of yet, it’s so obvious to you it’s painful.

Thankfully, the treats ended up being better than you had expected, the sauce sweetened to perfection, the mochi gooey as it should be, the golden color from it indicated they had been cooked to perfection.

For your visit though this time you opted for a more relaxed fit, you wanted him to see you for who you really are and not some kind of kimono shop mannequin for sale. A pale pink yukata with scattered white lilies on the bottom, a soft braid threaded with wild flowers and only a bit of lip tint as makeup.

To any, you looked pretty ordinary, but when Haganezuka opened the door to your calling, his mask fell from his face on its own.

It was amusing how you looked even more beautiful with clearly less effort. If you looked like a doll before, you looked like some sort of goddess now, those you see painted in temples.

The natural glow of your skin, the rosy accent on your plush lips, the seemingly wild look the small flowers on your hair gave you, it was a bit too much for his brain to function properly. To this day, not even a single woman had caused this sort of reaction from this man, not even the ones from the red district, a day to remember for history books, the day Haganezuka Hotaru broke.

“Haganezuka-sama? Is something wrong?” he was just there flabbergasted while holding the door knob, looked like he was in some sort of trance-like state.

“Boy are you gonna let her go in or are you gonna keep her outside all evening? A storm is coming.” the warning seemed to snap him out of the weird feeling in his stomach, moving a side to let you in and quickly closing the door behind you, keeping his father’s prying eyes at bay.

“I apologize for taking this long, I wanted to bring a gift for you, but I didn’t know how to make it, so it took a while to master it.” your quiet fit of giggles made that awkward feeling creep back into his gut, his chest tightening, could it be possible he was going to have a heart attack just now? Man, what a pathetic way of dying…

You handed him a medium sized container, carefully wrapped in a beautiful cloth.

A gasp left his lips at the sight of way too many delightful balls of gooey goodness. “You made them yourself-?”

“I did. Hopefully they will be to your liking.”

Without wasting any time he dived in for a taste of what he assumes love tasted like. He’s eaten mitarashi dangos all his life but they’ve never been this good. He heard an old lady once saying love is what makes food taste good, guess she was right.

“Are they…good…?” he just nodded pushing a couple more into his mouth, causing you to giggle. “Take it easy, they’re all yours, nobody will take them away from you.” you leaned closer, gently removing the excess sauce from the corners of his mouth with a napkin.

Nobody’s ever been this intimate with him before, what he thought was weird though was how it almost felt natural, like this was just how things should be.

The container was soon emptier than you’ve ever seen it, he even licked the remains of sauce from it, leaving it sparkly clean.

His lazy bum was laying belly up on the tatami mat, trying his best to digest the enormous amount of sweets he just had. “You know? I made that many for them to last you an entire week. They lasted what, ten minutes?” the fond look you were giving him was making his belly hurt even more.

You noticed his discomfort and moved closer to his side, one of your hands reaching over to rub his swollen belly in adoration.

“I don’t get you, woman.”

“Would you stop calling me that? I have a name…” naming things make it hard to let them go later, that’s why he avoids calling others by their actual names.

“Then, I don’t get you, (Y/N)….” hearing your name falling from his lips felt foreign yet wonderfully, it made you smile.

“What is there to understand?”

“You’re too nice for a man like me…I don’t think I can give you what you want.”

“And what is it that I want?” the suggestive tone you were using was clouding his judgement, seems like he was a man after all.

“Well I don’t know…a husband?”

You shook your head, looking into his eyes, “I never wanted a husband, my father was the one that wanted me married with a prominent house, I on the other side, just want you.”

“So you don’t want to marry me then?” the disappointment lacing his words surprised the both of you, he didn’t know when it happened but he didn’t hate you that much anymore.

“Of course I do, silly. But I don’t want to marry you just because I want a husband. I want to marry you because I like you, because I want to spend the rest of my days with you…”

“Just because I have muscles now?” that made you laugh, opting to lay beside him on the floor, still rubbing his indigestion away.

“The muscles are just a bonus, I like your grumpy self a bit too much. Even if I have to tickle you on daily basis. But look! I’ve been here for a while now and I haven’t had to do it at all.”

“I guess you’re tolerable…”

“Does that mean you like me too? I wasn’t sure if you’d prefer me in formal dressing, or-“ he stopped your babbling by holding your face up by your chin, your eyes meeting his instantly. “I prefer you like this. You look real now, not like some sort of princess.” his honesty caught you off guard, the warmth of his hand sending tingles down your body.

“Well, I like you better like this too, without that mask and head wrap…relaxed and by my side…” you chuckled, nuzzling your face against his palm.

“Even if I have just one eye now?”

“I think it suits you, it gives you this mysterious look. I always thought guys with scars were hot, they’re like battle trophies, proof of how strong they are.” your fingers were gently caressing the severed eyelid, with such a gentle touch almost freezing the man to his spot.

“So next moon…”

“Wait, wait! I thought you wanted more dates before making a decision…” panicking, you sat up, worried you had taken too long learning the new skills needed in order to satisfy him and had lost your chances.

“Why wait? The old man is driving me crazy and those dangos gave you some extra points, I don’t think I need to think this further. If I have to marry someone, might as well take a woman this dedicated and effortlessly beautiful…” his last words were all slurred together in embarrassment, making your heart run wild within your bodily cavities.

He reached for your hand pulling you back down beside him, he already missed your belly rubs and not even five minutes had passed.

Maybe getting married wasn’t such a bad idea. Maybe he should start paying attention to the outside world some more, he almost missed on this without noticing at all.

And maybe, just maybe, his heart was as happy as yours to finally find its other half.

The lonely firefly in the pond finally shone its brightest the moment he found his one and only match.

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Haganezuka Hotaru A–Z (KnY)

Series: Kimetsu no Yaiba

Characters: Haganezuka Hotaru

Word Count: 1,821

Summary: How does Haganezuka Flirt? What's he like on the Phone? SFW answers from A to Z for @selfloving-shipper's Self Shipping Alphabet: fluff, occasionally suggestive, x reader, modern au, spoiler free

Notes: Forever and unapologetically imagining secondary and tertiary characters ♥ I tried to keep this as gender neutral as possible because everyone should be able to enjoy our hot-headed, not-so-little firefly.

Image Credit: Wtrsnvc

A - Activity what’s something they enjoy doing together?

Haganezuka doesn't really like crowds. He'd much rather spend quiet time alone with you where he can take off his figurative mask. He won't talk much (unless you ask him about work), but he'll enjoy just listening to you chatter away or the moment when your head starts to droop and you lean on him to doze.

B - Bashful what’s something one finds embarrassing about themselves but the other finds adorable?

As the poster boy for the socially inept, Haganezuka is embarrassed by pretty much everything you do—which makes teasing him that much more fun. You'll rib him gently in public and mercilessly at home just to bring out that blush in his cheeks, but there's a limit to how much he'll take before he makes you make good on your word.

C - Calm how do they calm the other down?

The man has no chill, so if you're upset, he's upset. Unfortunately, that also means that you're usually the one doing the calming down—which you do by pushing him into bed, straddling him, then tickling the life out of him.

D - Danger how do they react to finding out the other person is in trouble?

If someone is messing with you—your boss, some rando, doesn't matter—Haganezuka isn't afraid to do anything short of murder, and even that isn't off the table. But if it's something like being stranded with a flat tire, he'll come right away, push up his sleeves, bare those burly arms, and get to work changing it for you.

E - Encourage how do they encourage each other?

Haganezuka believes in you—totally, fully, and without reservation—and he shows it through acts of service. Looming deadline? Your coffee cup will never run dry. Big interview? He scouts the parking situation ahead of time so you don't have to sweat the small stuff. He'll also give you space to focus, but know that he'll be just around the corner, ready to get you whatever you need.

F - Flirt do they flirt? If so how do they flirt?

As someone with almost no game, Haganezuka doesn't really know how to flirt. Playful banter is beyond him, and most of his "sweet nothings" are completely serious and intense. But, sometimes, he'll say something that can be construed as EXXXTREMELY suggestive—it's always completely unwitting and he has no idea why you're looking at him like that.

G - Greetings what was their first meeting like?

The first time you met, he couldn't take his eyes off you—which actually means he was staring at you with intense RBF. He doesn't really remember it that way, though. For him, it was as if nobody else even existed. Sound was muffled, the light was diffuse. It was a canon event.

H - Hungry does one of them cook? What do they do for dinner?

Haganezuka's hyperfixation is just way too strong—when he actually remembers to eat, he's a terrible cook and will just eat whatever's lying around. Actually, it's a little-known fact that the phrase "girl dinner" was invented for him.

I - Imagine what do the imagine their futures together like?

For him, your futures are a collection of everyday moments. The way the sun glints off your hair in the morning. The hustle and bustle as you get ready for the day. The soft brightening of your expression when you see him after work. It's all the little things that add up to make a life.

J - Jealousy do they get jealous easily? What do they do when jealous?

Haganezuka trusts you. He would never doubt you. It's just that he has zero faith in the rest of humanity, and he can't stand when other guys so much as look at you. If the clerk at the checkout is a little too cheerful when he says, "Have a nice day," Haganezuka levels him with a devastating glare and gathers up all your bags with one well-muscled arm just to prove a point: Step off or else.

K - Kissing what is it like kissing them?

Despite having no game, Hagaganezuka is actually a natural when it comes to kissing. He tips your chin, looks into your eyes for a moment, then kisses you fully and deeply. The world seems to stop, and nothing and no one else exists. But if you give him a peck on the cheek? Insta-blush.

L - Love when did they realize they were in love?

They say love at first sight doesn't exist, but it does for Haganezuka. He'd barely even been "in like" before he met you, so when he saw you from across the way, he just knew you were the one.

M - Memories what is one of their favorite memories together?

The day he moved in (because there was no way you were moving into his neglected bachelor pad), you hung a windchime together. He steadied you by the waist as you stood on the ladder. He helped you down, and you slipped your arm around him as you admired your work. The chimes rang together softly, and he felt like he was home.

N - Nickname what are some names they like to call the other?

You're the only person in the world who can call him "Hotaru," but even though you've been together forever, he still stumbles over your first name. The only time it rolls off his tongue is when you're alone together between the sheets.

O - Object what’s something they have that reminds them of the other?

Haganezuka doesn't really like distractions at work, so his desk is pretty spartan. But there is one thing that he always keeps in sight—a fuzzy pompom dango keychain that you gave him when you first got together. It's ridiculous. Each dango has a little smiling face. If anyone asks him about it, he'll tell them, in no uncertain terms, that it's none of their damn business, and when they're gone, he'll bop each dango, one by one, and smile.

P - Phone how often do they talk to each other on the phone or other means of communication?

Haganezuka doesn't really like to talk on the phone, so you won't call him unless it's an emergency. He will text you, though—as long as he isn't working. After a long day, he unlocks his phone to 100 unread messages. He leaves most people on read, but he'll always text you back. It might just be 👍 but you know he cares! He's also the king of autocorrect—ducking Kamado.

Q - Quiver what’s something they do that makes the other flustered?

He hardly knows what to do when you take the lead, whether it's flirting or making love. There's some silly, old-fashioned part of him that thinks, as a man, he should always be the one to initiate. Not that he doesn't enjoy it, though. When his flustered blush fades, it's obvious he enjoys it A LOT.

R - Routine what’s something they do together like clockwork?

You could set your watch to Haganezuka's routine. Every morning, he gets up early, works out, and goes to work. The only thing you can't count on is when he'll be home, but even that's predictable. No matter how late he comes home, though, you always take time to wind down together and talk to each other about your days.

S - Selfies do they like taking pictures together? Do they keep pictures of the other?

Haganezuka really hates having his picture taken and will do anything to avoid it. He also feels awkward taking pictures of you, but he will sometimes snap one when you're not looking. His gallery is mostly selfies you sent to him and 8,000 pictures of his works in progress, plus a ton of totally random screencaps that he will never look at again.

T - Touchy do they like PDA? How do they like to cuddle?

Doing anything more than holding hands in public makes him go beet-red. Even getting to that point was a struggle—you had to graduate from walking next to him to holding the cuff of his sleeve before you could finally entwine your fingers with his. Once you got to that point, though, he wasn't about to let go.

U - Unaccustomed what’s something they had to get used to once they got together?

Haganezuka is an awkward guy and everything about you flusters him—your pretty smile, your hair, that cute outfit you're wearing, the scent of your perfume. You drive him crazy, and he can still hardly believe you're his.

V - Vanished what would they do if the other vanished one day?

If you suddenly vanished, Haganezuka wouldn't know how to go on. He would give up everything to look for you, no matter how long it took. But if HE disappeared… you'd know he just lost track of time and was inadvertently pulling an all-nighter at work.

W - Walk where do they like going together?

There's a nearby park that you love to visit—ambling along the limestone paths, pausing to watch the stream tumble beneath the Japanese-style bridge. But most of all, you love strolling through the tunnel of wisteria trees and stealing a kiss under the curtain of their fragrant purple blossoms.

X - X-ray how do they help the other if they’re sick or tired?

Haganezuka will call off work to take care of you. He'll bring you medicine and a cool drink, and press his forehead to yours to check your fever. Then, he'll look at you, earnest as ever, and tell you he heard—and clearly believes—that if you kiss someone who's sick, you can take their cold away… When he inevitably catches what you have, however, he won't take such good care of himself. He'll wear himself out, refusing to take time off, never taking a break—which means, at some point, he'll collapse and you'll finally be able to return the favor by taking care of him.

Y - Yes who would propose? What would the proposal be like?

You know it would hurt his pride too much if you proposed, but he is definitely taking his time. It's not that he doesn't want to get married. It's just that it's MARRIED. Like, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, and all that. Just the thought of spending the rest of his life with you—it's almost too much to imagine. When he finally does pop the question, it will be with fierce determination and an adorably bright red blush.

Z - Zzz how do they sleep together?

Haganezuka is the big spoon to your little spoon, and he'll stay that way all night, hugging you protectively against his chest. If you try to get up before him (which almost never happens), you'll have a hard time extricating yourself. Every time you loosen his arms just a little, he tightens his grip, pulling you back to bed in his sleep. At least, you're pretty sure he's still asleep…

[mikasa-imadebiscults]

hello!! can i request headcannons for haganezuka x reader with a positive, cheerful, a somewhat naive personality, impulsive asf, a dreamer and smiles all the time? (who is also trying to make everyone smile) like they're just a blob of energy running around!

thank you !!

(Yes, some good ol’ fluff headcannons, also sorry it took a while to write this I’ve been procrastinating a lot recently. I really hope you enjoy these!)

The Famous Ray of Sunshine in the Village

Hotaru Haganezuka x GN! Reader

(Warning: Nothing just fluff)

- You were very well known in the Swordsmith Village. Sometimes the people call you “The Ray of Sunshine in the Village”.

- The Village doesn’t see someone that has your personality very often, because majority of the Demon Slayer Corps are very serious people. (I said majority, not everyone so don’t @ me)

- When Haganezuka met you he didn’t know what to think. “How can someone be so positive and cheerful?” He always thinks to himself.

- Haganezuka will yell and/or get on to you if you do anything impulsive with his swords.

- Haganezuka will smile brightly and be so happy if you bring him some rice dumplings, which it’s his favorite food.

- The things you do to make others happy warms his heart.

- He thinks you’re really sweet.

- He laughs at some of your jokes and when he’s laughing he has a slight blush on his cheeks.

- He is kinda afraid of you getting hurt physically, mentally, and emotionally because of your naïve personality.

- He will chase down anyone with two sharp knifes if they hurt you.

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[guppythefishy]

Can you make tanjiro react to haganezuka(is this spelt right?) With a s/o that's really nice and bubbly?

Sure! FYI I really liked this request!

This plot is gonna be when Tanjiro has someone to take him to get his sword.

You knew Haganezuka was very passionate about his swords, you have seen him chase a few people who broke his swords.

You met Tanjiro while you were walking around the village. (You also were a mask like everyone their)

You found out he was looking for Haganezuka and, so you took him to meet him.

Bad idea.

Your boyfriend started to get angry that his sword was broke and started cussing at him.

You and Kanamori had to help calm him down by tickling him. You knew he had a temper and this will calm him down a bit.

You ended up calming him down by giving him his favorite food.

Tanjiro was surprised to see Haganezuka with someone so bubbly and kind.

You even got to meet Nezuko cause you were like Tanjiro you had excellent smell and you could smell her, except she didn't have the blood thirsty scent that every you have met had.

Nezuko loved you, she likes laying on your lap against your haori.

Haganezuka was jealous. He wanted attention too.

You hugged him to make him happy.

Every time Tanjiro and Nezuko come to the village they get smotherd by you.

You would ask Tanjiro how his missions have been going, while having Nezuko in your lap cuddling up to you.

Tanjiro is still surprised by how Haganezuka managed to get with someone so caring and kind, so is Kanamori and the Cheif lol.

[witchy-scribblings]

the way he cares

haganezuka hotaru x reader

synopsis ➳ somehow, the worst part of being involved in a mild car accident isn't the actual accident, but having to deal with your annoying mechanic.

warnings ➳ car accidents, cussing, can be read as either platonic or romantic, lowercase

wordcount ➳ 0.7k

[crossposted on ao3]

“care to explain what the actual fuck happened to you?”

you had been dreading this moment all morning. well, actually, you had been dreading it for way longer than that. from the moment you were released from the hospital and fully comprehended the damage that your car had sustained, you had known that hotaru, your trusty (and that was the only kind way you could put it) mechanic, was going to give you absolute hell.

you were so not looking forward to it that you seriously considered pretending you weren’t home when you saw his old but reliable towing pickup truck pulling up in your driveway. alas, you had been the one to call him to get your car (if it could be considered a car anymore) to his workshop, so he knew that you were home and you knew that he’d kick down the door if you didn’t come out yourself.

“some fucker hit my car from behind and i got whiplash.” at this point, you had explained what had happened so many times, to the doctors, to your car insurance advisor, to your family and friends, that you had exhausted any patience you would have once spared the infuriating man. hotaru was known for asking the right questions in all the wrong ways, it was just that today you weren’t feeling like putting up with his usual bullshit. “so? can you fix my car or do i need to find a new mechanic?”

at that, he looked downright offended. “of course i can, who the hell do you take me for?” he delivered a hard look to your poor car and its misshapen rear, clicking his tongue. “you’re lucky this is covered by insurance. all this fucking damage…”

“no shit, haganezuka. i have eyes,” you scoff, and he doesn’t answer. instead, he sets to work loading your car onto the tow dolly attacked to the back of his pickup. you watched silently, wanting nothing more than to go back home and rest because your neck was a constant pain in the arse and the relentless july heat was making your neck sweat and itch uncomfortably under the cervical collar.

“you should be more careful,” he speaks suddenly, roughly, bringing you back from your thoughts, and you would have caught the hint of care if you hadn’t been pissed off by the way he dared to express it.

“don’t give me that fucking shit, hotaru. as if it’s my fault that someone else wasn’t paying attention on the road-”

“didn’t mean it like that,” he sighed raggedly, running a hand along the back of his neck, trying to collect the stray hairs that escaped his long ponytail. he didn’t bother elaborating, you didn’t think he had it in him. but you understood, regardless.

“i know,” your voice comes out surprisingly soft, and you see his lips press into the tight line that you’ve long associated to him trying to conceal any visible emotion other than anger.

hotaru is hopping back onto his own vehicle sooner than you can realize and, if you didn’t know better, you’d say he was avoiding looking at you. looks like that was more sincerity than he could stand in one morning.

“the towing service isn’t covered by insurance, but you can manage the fee, it won’t sting like a bitch.” he’d do that, start rambling when you knew he was feeling embarrassed. “i’ll call you when it’s ready to pick up, or bring it back here myself, whatever, but know that it’s gonna take a shit-long time. not that you can drive like that, anyways.” he buckled up, checking his mirrors reflexively and still not bothering to look at you. the fucker.

“maybe i’ll just start calling you to drive me places,” you tease, and that does earn you a hurried, offended glare to which you would have shrugged if your neck wasn’t so messed up. “i mean, i have groceries to buy, for example, which i might also need help with taking inside and putting away.” 

“you’re such a brat,” he grumbles, and you grin despite your predicament. his lips curl into a small, sneering smile of his own. “i’ll charge you for that.”

“of course you will.”

[luxthestrange]

KNY Incorrect quotes#108 Sassy son-

Hashira!Y/n*Holding camera to take a picture of kotetsu playing*Whats mommy/daddy name?~

Kotetsu*Gleams looking at you*Mommy/Daddy!

Hashira!Y/n*Giggles*And what is Your Father's name?~

Kotetsu*Copying your angry face when you see Haganezuka having one of his tantrums* HAAAAAGANEZUKA!?!

Hashira!Y/n*Snorts and starts has a giggle fit*

Haganezuka:....

Part 3 of:

[kyokutsu-sama]

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My Swordsmith

A/n- I've been obsessed with this man lately and I needed to dedicate something to him. I wrote an enemies to lovers because this man gives me so many vibes of that🤭

I'm sorry if this seems too short, I have other scenarios for him that I'll bring soon.

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It had only been a few months since you had become an hashira. Your techniques had evolved a lot and the missions no longer seemed as hard as before. Your life seemed stable, but there was someone that had always bothered you since the time you joined the demon slayer corps.

Haganezuka Hotaru, your swordsmith. He was unbearable and you always argued a lot with each other.

It was normal for a sword to break during a mission in which you had to annihilate demons, but he always went completely crazy when he heard the words "Broken Sword". That words made him very mad.

The last time you came back from a mission, he was pretty pissed at you when you arrived with only the hilt of the sword and a piece of the blade.

"But is it possible that you don't know how to do the things right, you idiot? I made the sword for you three days ago and today it is already broken. You're useless!!" Haganezuka said with anger at the broken sword in your hand

"What about you, you half-baked swordsmith?! You're an incompetent who made the sword with a defect! You're the one who's negligent, you idiot son of a bitch!" You replied with the same anger, which was like putting out a fire with gasoline

"Come on, don't argue, you two." Kanamori tried to calm the situation but it didn't work out since you were determined to argue more and more

"I told you to be careful. And now look here, look here! What's left of here? Come on, tell me?" Haganezuka picked up the broken sword from your hand and placed it in front of you but you just crossed your arms and looked away. "Hard work for nothing."

"Oh, shut up. You know perfectly well that it was your mistake." You said and he widened his eyes at you, feeling even more angry. "See if you do your job properly or I'll go to another swordsmith so I never have to look at you again."

"DON'T YOU DARE VISIT ANOTHER SWORDSMITH, YOU HEAR ME?" Haganezuka yelled at you

"OR WHAT? WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?"You yelled back

Kanamori put his hands on his masked face, in despair as he watched you two argue. This all seemed to be going too far.

"Listen here, you insolent girl. I'm going to tell you something," The swordsmith put a finger near your face, preparing for the next words. "If you talk to another swordsmith here in the village, I'll beat your ass up, got it?"

"Go head then. I want to see you try, you piece of shit." You said with a teasing chuckle before leaving his forge

Kanamori looked at his friend and he was seething. He knew that Haganezuka had feelings for you, but he was quicker to show hatred than love, and that was what made people run away from him many times.

A few weeks had passed since that ugly arguing between you two. The swordsmith was calmer and more committed to his work. He was an exceptional swordsmith but he preferred to make mistakes on purpose just so he could see you again. He wasn't good with feelings but he definitely had a good strategy.

You had arrived at the swordsmith village before going on a mission to get your new sword and the first person you crossed paths with was Kanamori. He went to you as soon as he saw you to talk to you.

"Y/n, you're back! Did you come to get your sword?" He asked and you nodded

"Has Haganezuka prepared it yet?"

"Yes, he must already be putting the finishing touches on it, if you want to stop by. But see if you don't end up arguing like last time."

"Nah, I'm just going there to grab my sword and leave. I don't care what he keeps saying to me."

"It's just his way to be. Stubborn and short-tempered, but he actually had a good idea in making the sword defective." The swordsmith said, realizing later that he had let the cat out of the bag...

"Wait...what did you just say? Does he do it on purpose?" You frowned, questioningly about what the other was implying

"Well, uh... What I meant was... I didn't mean it...It's just" The man tried to create a story but didn't know how to cover up the truth at that moment

"Kanamori, what are you hiding from me?" You crossed your arms, taking a step towards him and he flinched a little, embarrassed."Why would he do something like that?"You asked

"Okay, Y/n, wait a minute. I'll tell you the truth."The man said with a long sigh. "I know Haganezuka likes you, not the way friends like but lovers like. He told me that from the first day he handed you your first sword. The reason he makes your defective sword is because he wants you to come here again so he can see you, but lately he's gotten scared since you threatened to change swordsmiths." The man had confessed everything to you and you felt embarrassed at that moment.

You would never guess that all that fuss he usually made was to hide his feelings for you. All this time he was hiding something more valuable and you hadn't even realized it.

"Please don't confront him with this or he'll know it was me, okay?" Kanamori begged you and you just nodded

"Don't worry, I'll take care of him without having to put you through this. Trust me." You winked at him

"Thank you, Mrs. Y/n." He thanked you before saying goodbye and you made your way to the sweetest who must have been waiting for you

When you entered the forge, your heart skipped a beat when you faced Haganezuka's broad, bare back turned towards you.

"But since when did he have all that build?" You thought in shock at that revelation.

But what shocked you the most was the fact that you saw the strands of his hair that extended along his shoulders and the middle of his back. You looked carefully and realized that he wasn't covering his face with the mask. Which went a little against the village's rules since the blacksmiths were the only ones who created blades capable of killing demons, so they had to protect their identities.

You felt very hot in there because of the fire used to forge the blades and you thought that was why he was without his upper clothes and without a mask. You couldn't help but be a little curious to know what the face of the man who had feelings for you looked like.

"Did he take off his mask on purpose so I could see his face?" You thought again

"Is my sword finished yet?" You asked after a moment and he just stopped what he was doing, still keeping his back to you

The man took out a brand new sword and you knew in that instant that it was the one.

You shivered a little when you saw him slowly turn around, as you had never seen his face before. When he turned around completely, you could have sworn your knees were going to give out at that moment, he was as hot as the fire that was lit there.

You looked him up and down as he approached you in short, slow steps.

He was very handsome man even with some dirt and strands of hair stuck to his forehead due to sweat. His muscles look very prominent as do the veins in his hands and forearms.

He stopped right in front of you and extended his hand with the sword, you looked from his eyes to the sword and back to his eyes that didn't leave yours.

"Is that my sword?" You asked and he nodded. "Let me see it-" You were going to reach for the sword when he pulled it away from you

You then tried to grab it but he raised his arm preventing you from reaching it, since he was much bigger. "Seriously! Are you going to start with your bullshit?" You said already feeling a little upset with his action

"My bullshit? I'm just saying goodbye to this work of art before handing it over to your negligent hands." The swordsmith said before bringing the hilt of the sword to his lips and giving it a "goodbye kiss."

You grimaced at the that and soon after he lowered his arm slightly and handed it to you, grabbing your hand that was now also holding the sword and pulling you towards him so that you were almost glued to him. This man's presence was intimidating. You looked up and he bent down slightly to speak to you.

"If you get here again with a broken sword, I'll kill you without thinking twice." He threatened and you gave a teasing smile

"But I'm the one with the sword right now, so you should be careful." You said, bringing your face closer to his, with a teasing smile that made him more upset

Well, if really he had feelings for you then you knew he wasn't serious but was just teasing you.

"I'm leaving now, let go of my hand, Haganezuka." You said, trying to pull your hand away but he didn't let go and you looked at him. "Let me go."

The swordsmith pulled you towards his lips and kissed you with passion, taking you by surprise. They were very soft lips for a rough man like him. A perfect contrast.

When you were both out of breath, you pulled away and stared at each other for a moment.

"Well, it seems like today I've had enough surprises," You said with a giggle. "First, I see your face after so long hidden and now I find out that you're in love with me. You really are a box of surprises."

"Come back to me. Kill those creatures and come back alive." He whispered against your lips, panting and flushed. "But bring that sword intact too, you hear me?"

"Yeah, I got it." You nodded. "But when I get back, I also want you to start showing me more love than you do your swords. I'm a little jealous, you know?" You teased, pulling your hand away from his

"Hey idiot!" Haganezuka shouted from the back and you stopped by the door and turned to face him. "I didn't forge the sword with a defect this time. I want you to win."

"I will," You winked at him seeing how much more handsome he looked when he showed his feelings. "But if it breaks, I'll go to the swordsmith next door!"

"Don't you even think about it." He said with a knife in his hand pointed at you

"Don't worry, I'll come back to you. My lovely Haganezuka."You said and he felt his rough heart melt for the first time

He looked at you until you left the forje and sighed. He could be quite explosive and stubborn but he knew he had finally found someone who noticed him and would stay by his side even though he was like that.

[colourstreakgryffin]

Hi! I don't know if you write for Haganezuka, but can I request for Haganezuka being big tsundere (but a big simp) for hashira! s/o? I love pining. Tsundere + pining = muah 👍

If not, then maybe headcanons about Rengoku having a crush on s/o is fine too!

Naaah. I can totally do Haganezuka, I have never written for him before but once again, his personality is very easy to pinpoint down!

Hotaru Haganezuka- I Don’t Like You

Hotaru will never admit that he likes you! He just ignores you and goes back to working on his beloved weaponry masterpieces but you run marathons in his head, and it’s driving him mad

Hotaru hides his affections for you behind a metaphorical mask and a physical mask. Nobody will ever know he is the one sending you all those presents and is the one sending you the most refined katanas you’ve ever seen

Hotaru is actually a huge simp for you, his rescuer. He simply loves to watch you battle from behind his mask and he can’t help but draw you on his spare time. He is madly in love but the only person who knows this is himself

Hotaru always fakes that he doesn’t care about you when you approach him and back pedals a lot anytime you manage to trick him into saying that he missed you or was worried about you. He can’t express his love for you, he doesn’t deserve somebody so angelic like you

Hotaru grumbled furiously as he whipped his head to the right with wondering eyes, thank goodness that his signature mask hid every inch of his face and you couldn’t detect his flustered cheeks. You flashed a soft smile at the tall stubborn swordsmith, causing him to internally explode in blush and grip onto the built katana in his calloused palms. As your personal swordsmith, Hotaru was required to fix your katana after your gruelling battle with a Upper Moon

With anybody else, Hotaru would have sent outraged death threats letters to them and proclaim he will never create another katana he poured his blood, sweat and tears into but with you and your situation, he silently produces a perfect recreation of your weapon and personally travelled from his mystery village to deliver his hardwork to you on his own two feet. When he rose the blade to sheathe it, he had pressed a gentle kiss on the metal as a good luck sign. Something like a charm in his head that’ll help you when you use it in battle

“Awww~! You’re so sweet, Haganezuka” You purr gently and excitedly, raising a hand up to pick out your brand new belt weaponry from the hyper-aggressive swordsmith. From behind the ceramic material as he readjusted his flashy sunhat, Hotaru traced his lovestruck eyes over you and your bouncing frame. You’re so eager and joyous to meet him once again and it enabled his intense crush on you. In that moment, Hotaru realised he was letting his feelings bleed out with the way he remained silent

Covering himself up as fast as he possibly could in fear he would ruin his entire image, Hotaru barks harshly at you in response to your gratitude and decides to bring his front of his face mask to face you. “Ugh. Shut up. It’s not for you! It’s my job and my lifeblood to produce the greatest katanas so don’t let that stupid little brain think you’re special or something!” You gently giggled in response to his smoothly-lacing cruelty, the glimmer of your uniform’s golden buttons reflected off the sunlight and seemingly made your beautiful expression shine even more as Hotaru felt his cheeks burn up more intensely now

“Oooh, okay~! I suppose I should say that you truly create the best katanas in Japan~!”

[cantdothis-nomore]

Whooo should I make a fanfic for next?

And what should it beee? A soulmate one? Some fluff? Some death angst? Reader gets injured?