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wisteriadaydreams · 2 years ago

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Can you write a Tanjiro oneshot where he realizes his feelings for the reader after Nezuko gets annoyed at him because keeps crashing girl time between her and the reader while they're all recuperating after a mission at the Butterfly Mansion because he wants to spend time with the reader and Nezuko getting annoyed at him lets him realizes his feelings?

PARTY CRASHER

pairing: Kamado Tanjirō x fem!reader

genre: fluff

words: 1.9k

Part 1

Nezuko can sing praises about her older brother for hours.

She thinks he’s one of the most observant and perceptive people she has ever known, even with his sensitive nose providing an advantage. He’s the kind of person that would subtly lend a hand, showing his kindness through small gestures. At the same time, he is not hesitant to step up and defend for others when the situation calls for it.

He’s someone who would always take the smaller portion of food, who would remember what someone likes and dislikes and how they prefer their food to the last detail, who was trusted by the whole village to mediate a fight while also knowing when to take a step back.

And yet, for all of his attunement to other people’s emotions, he is glaringly and unbearingly out of touch with his own heart.

Case in point, he is wholly convinced the only reason he is seeking you out is because he likes spending time with you.

Now, would Nezuko say that this sentiment is not valid? Of course not. After all, she likes to be in your company herself. You have an inexplicable comforting and heartwarming presence that she could bask in and forget for a moment that she is anything but human. That is not to mention your kindness, tenderness, bravery, and willingness to help others. And it’s nice to be with a girl close to her age for once.

(The boys do provide good company, but there are times when she needs a break from their rowdiness.)

To be honest, she could easily sing praises about you as well.

So yes, Nezuko can fully understand why he likes to be in your presence. Her annoyance comes with the fact that he incessantly seeks you out. Every. Single. Night.

Even on nights that he’s fully aware you’re spending time with her.

The first time it happened, she could forgive her older brother for barging into some private girls’ time, as she does enjoy being with him. Ever since her speech became limited due to the bamboo muzzle, she has become content with sitting back and listen to other people talk. Furthermore, it’s clear from the way you visibly brighten up when he walks into the room that you like being with him, too. No harm done with letting him in for a few hours.

The next few times it happened, she decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and reasoned that he simply didn’t know that this was supposed to be private time. However, when it began to occur every single time you decide to spend time with her (he’s using his nose to find you, she knows it), Nezuko began to have an inkling that there’s more going on.

After all, her older brother is already hounding your time in the daylight, what with training and eating meals together and all. What other reason could he have for wanting to monopolize your time during the night as well?

Her answer comes late one evening, when you were running a comb through her hair and humming a simple melody under your breath, the notes seeming to seep into her skin and making her remember happier times. It would have been like any other night if Nezuko hadn’t catch the adoring look in Tanjirō’s eyes.

It’s different from the tender and protective gaze that would watch over their younger siblings whenever they play around with one another. It’s also different from the glimmer that would make his eyes sparkle and his smile to stretch from ear to ear when he’s around his friends.

This is like a fire that is lit from the inside, tempering his molten red eyes into gemstones that catch and reflect the light. It glitters like crystalline snow on a sunny day, and then softens until it resembles a low-burning hearth that warms more than just one’s body.

He looks at you like you’re embers, like stars, like fireworks and the sun and every source of light rolled into one.

(He looks at you like how their father used to look at their mother.)

Nezuko wonders how she could have missed such a look, for once she noticed it, she realizes that he looks at you like that all the time. She wonders if he knows he looks at you like that. She wonders if you know that such a gaze is reserved for you only.

Unfortunately, she can’t ask you that when her brother’s in the room.

But even without verbal confirmation, she’s able to pick up signs that more or less answers her question.

From the way both of you hang on to each other’s words to how he would sneak into the kitchen to bring you your favorite snacks, to how you fuss over him for training too much and pushing his body to the limit.

To how you look at him like he’s the sun rising over the mountains, like the moon on a starless night, like flowers and the gentle breeze and everything beautiful in nature.

And while this revelation makes her happier than anything else, there’s only so much patience a person can have watching two oblivious individuals so blatantly mooning and pining over each other. So, Nezuko resolves to do something about it, for both of your sakes (and for her sanity).

She decides to approach her brother first, fully knowing that any attempt at breaching the topic with you would promptly be interrupted by him anyway. When the night falls, the young girl zips through the hall like a slayer on a mission, intent on finding Tanjirō. Soon enough, she spots the burgundy hue of his hair as he walks down the hallway, and without wasting a moment, she grabs his hands and drags him into the nearest room.

“W-woah! Nezuko, slow down! What’s wrong?”

She turns to face him after closing the door, conviction burning in her eyes. Now comes the hard part, how is she going to get through to her brother without her speech?

“Nezuko, is everything alright?” Tanjirō asks in concern, trying to understand why his little sister just pulled him into a room like there’s a crisis.

She makes a few noises that would take a mind reader to decipher, but it seems to him that she’s trying to figure out something.

Suddenly, an idea flashes in her head, and she quickly snatches one of his hands, turning it over so that his palm faces her. Nezuko taps her nail on his palm emphatically as a sign to tell him to pay attention. She slowly begins to write words on to the surface, making sure to mind her speed so he has enough time to process them.

“Onii-chan...I think...you like... (Y/N)-chaaA-EEHH? W-w-what are you talking about?”

Nezuko had anticipated this reaction somewhat, but she didn’t expect his voice to suddenly rival that of Zenitsu’s. She taps his palm multiple times to get him to focus.

“You know what I mean, onii-chan. You’ve been spending a lot of time with her.”

“That’s because she’s my friend.” He waves his free hand around frantically. “Why wouldn’t I want to spend time with her?”

The young girl gives him a deadpan look. “You’ve been spending time with her almost every single night for the past few weeks, even when she’s with me.”

“Yeah, well, that’s...so I like hanging out with her. But I don’t spend that much time around her...right?”

“Onii-chan, my room has essentially become your room now. It’s fine the first few times, but it’s hard to get some alone time with just her, you know. She’s my friend, too.” Nezuko huffs, and her brother at least has the decency to look sheepish. “Look, please really think about the reason why you like being around her so much.”

He runs a hand through his hair, his eyes drifting to the ceiling in thought. “Well, she makes me laugh, and she encourages me whenever I’m feeling down. And I like talking to her too, and making her laugh. There’s just something about it, it makes me warm all over every time I hear it. And her smile...one smile from her and I feel like everything is better. No matter how many hours I’ve spent with her, it never feels enough. She...she makes me feel comfortable, like I’m safe. Like I’m...home.” He utters the word reverently, like it’s something sacred and holy. Red colors his cheeks like blooming roses. “I feel all tingly and soft inside, like I’m lying on a bed of clouds. But then there are times when I feel like my nerves are all on fire when I’m around her, my tongue gets all tied up, and my feet seems to stop all function. I don’t think...I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way before. What is this?”

“I think you already know the answer to that, onii-chan.” She finishes, her eyes softening as she watches the revelation dawn on him. He lights up for one dazzling moment, and then his expression proceeds to crumble.

“Oh no! How am I supposed to face her now?! What am I going to do, what am I going to do?” He paces rapidly around the room. “I feel like my heart’s going to burst!”

Nezuko takes a hold of his shoulders to stop him from burning a hole through the floor. She turns him around to face her, firmly squeezing them to get him to calm down.

“Nezuko, what if she doesn’t return my feelings?” His head hangs.

‘Oh, if only you knew.’ She makes a series of what she hopes sounds like reassuring noises, while clenching her fists in a “it’s okay” motion.

“Are you saying that I shouldn’t worry?”

“Hhmm!”

“Well, what can I do?” It’s not like I can just walk up to her and tell her how I feel...” He trails off at the sparkling look in his sister's eyes. “WHAT?! NO-NO, I can’t do that!!”

She nods vigorously and continues to try and encourage him all the while hoping that his head doesn’t explode like a volcano. Her poor brother looks like he has steam coming out of his ears.

“What would I even say? What if I stutter or trip over my words like a fool in front of her?”

Nezuko rolls her eyes and snatches his hand again, quickly jotting down some words for him.

“Just tell her how you feel. She’ll understand.”

He stares down at his palm, the words his sister wrote down imprinting on him until they were bones deep. “You know what? You’re right, Nezuko. I’ll–I’ll tell her. The worst that could happen is we remain friends.” He swallows as his heart clenches. He then pulls her into a hug. “Thank you, Nezuko! I’m going to find her right now!”

The girl flings her arms into the air and lets out a string of cheerful noises. As her brother runs out of the room, she makes sure to give him a few reassuring pats on the shoulder. She gazes after the sight of his disappearing back and shakes her head affectionately.

Hopefully her brother will go through his plan and save everyone from having to continue seeing you two act like pining, lovesick puppies. Speaking of which, if he does, then that means you two will become a couple, huh?

That would mean romantic dates, wouldn’t it? And you would probably want to spend more time around each other.

“Wait...” Nezuko swirls around in panicked realization. “Does that mean he’s going to continue to cling to her in the night?”

She slams open the shoji door and chases after her brother.

“ONII-CHAN!!!”

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leizideas · 1 year ago

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Hi again! I want to thank you for the request I sent to you.

May I request Headcanons of Tanjirō and Nezuko Kamado who becomes friends with [Reader] [Gender Neutral] [Platonic] who is a demon as well and their Demon Blood Art is like Yoru from Valorant?

They also want to join the siblings to track down Muzan to regain their humanity back. They refuse to consume human blood and have to wear the mask (like Yoru’s signature mask) to prevent themselves from hurting others.

𝘛𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘰

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Platonic!Kamado siblings x GN!Demon!Reader Genre: Fluff Summary: A pair of siblings who found someone who's perfect for them.

❥ It was night, Tanjiro looked back to ask his sister where she wanted to go next, but she was GONE.

❥ Fortunately the dark red-haired boy found his sister hanging out with you. ❥ "Nezuko! Ah..? Who's this?" ❥ You were terrified thinking that Tanjiro was going cut your head off, but that fear turned into confusion. 'A human with a demon..?' ❥ "Wow! So you don't eat humans, you wear a mask like Nezuko, and you're a demon too!" ❥ Ever since you three met, you guys are now SIBLINGS. No buts, not what ifs, the three of you will always stay together no matter what. ❥ Tanjiro is your sunshine older father-like brother who cares for both you and Nezuko, ALWAYS brings both of you to missions so the other one doesn't get left out. ❥ Nezuko is the sweetest big/younger sister you ever had, protects you just like how she protects her loved ones, you remind her of her younger siblings. ❥ Nezuko absolutely LOVES the fact that your Demon Blood Art is blue, and her's is pink. ❥ For your birthday, he asked Urokodaki to make a box for you too, one for you and one for Nezuko.

"Zuko? Where are we going?" You ask your sister, who was covering your eyes while both of you walked quietly. "Mmmhmm mmm!" 'You'll see!' Finally, both of you stop walking. Nezuko lets go of your eyes and reveals a dark room.

Suddenly that dark room's lights opened, revealing your friends, a cake, balloons, and tons of food. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" they shouted. You gasped at everything you saw, and smiled gleefully at them even if they couldn't see it. "Thank you everyone!" after eating, it was finally time to open presents.

Inosuke gave you a basket of leaves, Zenitsu gave you a new Kimono, Nezuko made you matching bracelets, and Tanjiro.. well, you were still going to open his gift. Slowly you unwrapped this big present to reveal a big box just like Nezuko's but with your initials on it. Tanjiro smiled at you warmly. "So we can always be together!"

❥ You guys always have meals with Inosuke and Zenitsu, like a big happy family<3 ┗━•❃°•°🍰 °•°❃•━┛ -hcs

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Hello hello!! it's so nice to see you here again! Thank you so much for your requestt! I love Demon slayer so much, so writing this was so fun!! Have a nice day!:D ;; Masterlist, Requests

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jackrrabbit · 5 years ago

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Sleepless /// Tanjiro x f!reader (18+)

Request: Hi!! I'm not entirely sure on how to request since this is my first time EVER requesting something here on tumblr 😳😳 so im not sure if im doing this right,,,but um,,,,could you do a soft dom! tanjiro kamado x reader nsfw??? (he's aged up of course)

A/N: Y’all I’ve been working on this practically since I made this gd blog…idk why it took so long since I LOVE the concept. Reader is a traumatized bby who just needs her kitty licked ✊😔 and honestly same

Tags/warnings: soft dom, daddy vibes but without the ‘daddy’ (onii-chan vibes?), brief mentions of past demon violence & PTSD, fluff?, historical inaccuracies probably, reader is implied to be inexperienced, mild overstimulation, lowkey yandere lowkey romantic who knows, all characters are adults

It starts out with little things. Harmless things. Tanjiro sees you barely ate anything at dinner, and later that night he comes to your bedroom with a plate of food for you. “You should eat,” he tells you.

“I’m not hungry,” you say, almost a little petulantly. The food looks good and you know he’s trying to be nice, but you’re not a child. You can take care of yourself, and even when you can’t it’s not his job to do it for you.

“Eat,” he says again softly. It’s not a command. It’s like he already knows you’re going to eat, and he’s just patiently waiting for you to give in.

You pick up the chopsticks and eat the food he prepared for you. All of it. Tanjiro sits there and watches and then when you’re done, he smiles at you and pats your head and takes the plate away. You think it’s weird, but the next morning you don’t question it. He’s a big brother to everyone—doesn’t it make sense that he would want to make sure you’re eating enough?

He probably can’t help it.

You decide you’re going to let it slide, until a few days later after breakfast with him and the others when Tanjiro pulls you aside and holds your face in his hands and tells you you’re looking a little tired lately—are you getting enough sleep?

The truth is that you aren’t. You want to deny it, but somehow you have a hard time lying to him. “I used to sleep with my siblings in our bed, so it’s hard to fall asleep since…” since the demon who made you an orphan murdered them. “And, you know. Nightmares.”

Tanjiro understands. Of course he understands! He used to have five younger siblings, did you know that? Now Nezuko has her own room and the rest…well, you’ve heard the story. It’s hard to fall asleep when you’re by yourself, isn’t it? He’s been there.

“How many hours are you sleeping every night? On average?”

You’re trying too hard to ignore the brush of his callused fingertips over your cheekbones, so you tell him the truth without meaning to. “Um, like four hours? On a good day?”

His eyes go wide and suddenly both of his hands are wrapped around one of yours and squeezing, maybe a little too tight. “Is that the truth, (Y/N)? Four hours is too little. Sleep deprivation isn’t good for you.”

“I know, but—”

“No. The next time you have trouble getting to sleep, I want you to come to my room.” You open your mouth to mount a denial, but he frowns and cuts you off. “Promise me. Okay? It’s really bad for your health, so promise.”

And once again, you say yes even though you don’t want to.

It’s fine. It’ll be fine, you think. You’ll just pretend you’re sleeping better. Tonight you’ll lay in bed with your eyes open and stare at the ceiling and try to listen to your own breathing, in and out and in and out, and hope it drowns out the memories that stick fast in your head whenever you’re by yourself. Then when you’ve been laying in the dark for a few hours, you’ll finally fall asleep and all your nightmares will play out in technicolor and you’ll do your best to be quiet so you don’t wake anyone else up and in the morning you’ll splash cold water on your face to make your eyes less puffy and pinch your cheeks to get some color in them and it’ll be fine.

You can take care of yourself. You have to, since everyone else is gone. So you’re not sure why, when the sun goes down and you’re looking into the face of another sleepless night, you find yourself knocking on the door of Tanjiro’s bedroom.

Maybe it’s just that he made you promise. You hate breaking your promises.

He lets you in, the half-asleep affect mixing with the same caring, serene look as always (and it’s a little insulting that he’s not surprised at all). Tanjiro sits on the bed first and you can’t help staring at him in the flickering orange lamplight. He’s more muscular than you remembered, and taller than when you first met. He can play the role of a big brother all he likes, but he’s still an adult. A man. And he’s not family.

“I don’t know if this is a good idea,” you say, fidgeting with the sleeve of your shirt.

“It’s okay, (Y/N),” Tanjiro murmurs as he lies down, his voice still scratchy with sleep. Somehow it relaxes you. He just has that way about him—when he says it’s okay, it feels okay.

Tanjiro pats the spot on the bed next to him. It looks really warm, and there’s a winter chill in the air even though it’s only September. It’s a bed made for one person, but Tanjiro—ever considerate—has moved over to one side to make space for you.

“Come on. Come sleep,” he instructs in that soft, non-demanding way of his. So you sit down on the edge of the bed and (carefully, carefully, like you’re making your way into a hot bath) fold your legs and pull the covers over you so you’re lying next to him. The bed is even warmer than you thought it’d be. Tanjiro radiates heat—he’s so warm, you think, how fitting—and then before you know it you’re drifting into the first dreamless sleep you’ve been afforded in a very long time.

That first night, you sleep with a good six inches of space between the two of you. You don’t want to touch him, don’t want to cross that invisible boundary—at first. But it doesn’t matter, because every time you wake up next to him, you’re curled up to his side like a puppy seeking warmth. It’s not like he minds. Judging from the gentle smile on his face when he wakes you up in the morning (and tells you that you should go back to your room before anyone notices you’re not there) he likes it.

Never again, you think. No way. But you haven’t had a good night’s sleep in so long, and it’s nice to be well-rested for once, and the next evening you only lie in your bed for fifteen minutes before you’re knocking on Tanjiro’s door again, silently asking if you can take advantage of his kind nature for just one more night.

He says yes. Of course he does. So you sleep next to Tanjiro again, you keep half a foot of space between you again, and you wake up hugging him. Again. And then you do it the next night, and the next night, sleeping beside Tanjiro over and over until you no longer bother trying to leave room between your body and his.

Is this okay? you wonder sometime around the two-week mark. It’s the longest you’ve gone without having nightmares since the demon came. Sometimes you think you’re betraying your loved ones by trying not to think about their deaths; letting yourself off easy while they suffered. You tell this to Tanjiro while the two of you are lying back to back under his blanket, quietly enough that (you hope) if he’s already sleeping you won’t wake him.

He hears you, and he turns around and lays his arm around your waist. “Don’t be silly…of course they wouldn’t want you to be unhappy.”

“But how do you know?”

“I know.” Tanjiro’s voice is half muffled by your hair, but it’s steady. “You believe me, don’t you.”

You do.

“Don’t think about that anymore.” His hold on your waist gets a little bit tighter, arms a little bit less forgiving.

“I won’t,” you say, hoping that the promise will be enough. The two of you fall asleep like that, and when you wake up in the morning it’s the first time ever that you haven’t moved in the night.

As if it wasn’t enough to be spending every night together, at some point you start to dream about him too. Usually it’ll just be a flash or a snippet that you barely remember once you wake—the reassuring tone of his voice, a smell like a campfire, or a few notes of laughter—but tonight you’re watching him train in the courtyard. In the dream, he moves through his forms with inhuman grace, position to position to position, balanced with perfect agility like he’s a dancer and not a swordsman. With how beautiful it is, you can almost forget the raw power behind his movement, the strength that has subjugated more demons than you care to know.

He pauses to stretch, rolling his shoulders back, and you notice that he’s shirtless (which is how you know it’s a dream). Tanjiro’s arms flex as he raises the blade into position, and the sun shimmers over the thin sheen of sweat on his chest. He looks ethereal like this, and as you sit on the porch and watch him, you feel heat stir inside of you that has nothing to do with the sunlight.

Tanjiro, you call out softly. He looks around to you, deep red eyes resting on yours, and whips the blade down to replace it in its sheath.

Can I come closer? The grass is cool and wet under your bare feet as you pad lightly into the courtyard toward him. You can taste the humid summer air in your mouth. Fingers tangle themselves in your hair, tilting your head up to meet his.

Tanjiro…

“(Y/N)?”

Tanjiro’s voice cuts through the dream and you scrunch your eyes shut, reluctant to leave the dream world where he wants to touch you, not out of pity or because he thinks it’s his duty to take care of you but because he wants to. But it’s too late—his hand is on your shoulder, gently shaking you out of your slumber. “(Y/N)? You said my name.”

“Sorry, I…sorry.”

“What were you dreaming about?”

He kissed you, in your dream. Now that you’re looking at the real version, your cheeks feel warm…and so does that same spot below your belly. Suddenly the room feels uncomfortably hot, and you wish you weren’t trapped under the covers with Tanjiro. You shift your legs to try and get a little more air between the two of you, but the heat persists.

“I think I should go back to my room.” You must be sweating—you feel damp for some reason. He’s too close.

Tanjiro ignores you. “Can you tell me what you were dreaming about?”

“I—you,” you admit. “You were training.”

“And?”

“And…I don’t know. It’s kind of warm in here, isn’t it? I think I’ll just…” You push the cover aside and sit up, but before you can get yourself off the bed, Tanjiro is tugging you back down, holding to the mattress so he can hover over you in that way he likes.

“Tell me,” he says to you, voice as firm as it is gentle. Sleep-mussed locks of red hair flop over his forehead but his face is serious, and you can’t look away.

“You kissed me,” you whisper.

That takes him by surprise. You can tell by the way his eyes widen, but his hold on you doesn’t ease up. You want to die. Why did you say that? He’ll think you’re disgusting, sleeping next to him in his bed and having perverted dreams about him. Why couldn’t you have just lied? Why can’t you ever lie to him?

“I’m going back to my bedroom.” You try to project more confidence than you actually feel, but there’s no use. Tanjiro doesn’t seem like he’s going to let you get away from him any time soon.

He’s straddling your body carefully, one elbow folded next to your head while his other hand comes up to stroke your cheek. “Your face is all red.”

“You’re…you’re too close.”

“I don’t think I’m close enough. You have goosebumps, look...” Tanjiro folds up the sleeve of your sleep shirt, exposing your arms to view. “…here…and here, too…”

His hands are wandering further down to the hem of the shirt, pushing it up so slowly and gently that you’re not even sure it’s happening until you feel him stroking over your belly. It’s true, you do have goosebumps. It feels like every hair on your body is standing on end. “Tanjiro…?”

“I guess you haven’t been able to touch yourself, since we’ve been sleeping together. That kind of repression is bad for your health. Even I’ve been a little…frustrated.”

Your mind has to work overtime to understand what he’s telling you as he strokes over your stomach and onto the sensitive skin of your sides, and then up to the flesh covering your ribs. His thumb teases over the underside of one of your breasts for a second, but the shock must have shown on your face because he retreats immediately.

“I’m not. I’m not frustrated,” you say, knowing he won’t believe you.

Tanjiro shakes his head in dismissal. “I don’t think that’s true, (Y/N).”

What are you supposed to say? Of course it’s not true. But admitting that you’ve been feeling heated around him lately would ruin everything, so refuse to say it. “I…I don’t know what to say…”

“You don’t have to say it. Can I prove it to you?”

What does he mean? Your head jerks up and down in acquiescence. You barely have to wait a moment before Tanjiro’s hands are slipping down your sides to the waistband of your pants and tugging them down over your hips. A tap on your hipbones prompts you to lift your hips and let him remove the clothing, not that you know why you’re complying so blindly.

Just like you always do.

Is he still trying to take care of you? Putting himself in a caretaker’s role because he thinks you need him? This is going a little far, too far maybe, but you can’t deny you want this. The heat of his body is no longer stifling—instead, it feels like it’s pulling you into him.

When your pants are out of the way, Tanjiro reaches into your underwear and dabs against your slit. It’s not until you feel his finger sliding between the puffy lips of your cunt that you realize how wet you are…and of course he can feel it too. Your knees jerk together to try and push him away from you but he’s unfazed, his touch steadily becoming more intrusive as he seeks out the syrupy dampness from your pussy.

“What am I feeling right now? I want you to tell me.”

“You’re—you’re touching me?” you gasp out.

“And you’re all wet. You can’t tell me you haven’t been frustrated when you’re getting this wet with just my fingers.” At this, you feel him prodding deeper into your pussy and stretching you open.

“Nn—okay, fine! Fine!” The words come out of you in a rapid burst, and you finally muster up the resolve to push Tanjiro away from you by his shoulders. “I’ll go back to my room and deal with it, okay? You don’t have to do it for me.”

“I don’t know. I don’t think I can trust you to take care of this problem by yourself. You’ve been lying to me about your needs.”

You wish he wasn’t able to be so calm while you feel like your entire face is on fire. He pulls his hand out of your panties and backs up on the bed so his torso is framed between your legs. “Can you let me help you, (Y/N)? Let me take care of you.”

You lick your lips without realizing you’re doing it, and Tanjiro’s eyes follow the motion. You can barely comprehend what he’s asking. You want it. You want his hands on you; you want to be taken care of in the way he’s offering. But whether or not you can actually ask for it is another story. “Tanjiro…”

“You need this. I know you do.” He skims his palm over your bare thigh in a soothing motion that, oddly enough, puts your barbed nerves a fraction at ease. “I want you to be honest with me about what you need.”

It’s too much. The warmth of his body so tantalizingly close to yours, his shadowed eyes searching yours for a response you don’t know how to give him…and the sticky mess in your panties. Tanjiro’s giving you a free pass to get something you’ve wanted for longer than you can comfortably admit to yourself, and you’re not sure you could deny him if you tried. What can you tell him except the truth? “I want you. I need you.”

“Good girl. See how good it feels to be honest?” Tanjiro bows down and mouths over your pussy through the wet spot on your panties.

It’s not the honesty that feels good, you think as his tongue pads at you through the fabric.

Too impatient to wait another second to taste you, Tanjiro nudges your rear up and slides your panties down your legs. As soon as you kick the undergarment off your feet, he’s pulling your thighs back apart and curling his thickly-muscled arms around them to hold you securely as his head dips back down to your bare pussy. He wastes no time in laving his tongue over your slit and up to the button at the top.

The sensation of this hot, wet muscle pressing up against your most private area is…weird, to say the least. You’ve never felt anything like this—to be honest, you don’t even know exactly what Tanjiro’s doing. When you think about what’s actually happening on this bed—your (friend? partner? bedmate? crush?) ally has his mouth angled between your legs and is licking your pussy—you think you might spontaneously combust. You’ve never felt anything like this before, and however strange the feeling is, you’re more than aware of your hips grinding up toward Tanjiro just so you can feel more of it.

“Here, let me help…” Tanjiro effortlessly lifts you to place a pillow under your lower back, and then moves back down to continue his relentless licking, this time at a new angle that allows him full access to every millimeter of your raw cunt. He’s eating you out like your pussy is the last meal he’ll ever have.

And how can he help it? You taste so good, so sweet on his lips and over his tongue. You must have been in so much pain lying next to him every night with your desire leaking out between your thighs. Just thinking about is making heat rise low in his groin, and his grip on you is getting tighter by the second. How awful that you tried to keep this to yourself…it was remiss of him not to realize before tonight that you needed him so badly.

But it’s going to be alright, because judging from the muffled noises you’re making, every swipe of his tongue licking up your slit is more than making it up to you.

You probably don’t realize how much your hips are wiggling under his minstrations. He barely has to exert any effort to keep you still, but the way you keep trying you push yourself closer to him is enticing, not to mention the way you’re trying (and failing) to keep your voice down through your moans.

“Tanjiro…T-Tanjiro,” you whimper. It’s like you can’t think of anything except for his name. All of your attention is focused on the pressure building up deep in your core, each stroke of his tongue over your clit taking you higher and higher. You feel tense…wound up so tightly that you have to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from letting the shallow puffs of air turn into full-fledged cries.

Just like that, please, please… You think the words rather than saying them, even though you want to. It’s too humiliating to be begging Tanjiro for more while he’s already giving you more than you deserve, but it’s almost like he heard you anyway, because his tongue writhes down across your clit again and your back arches up off the bedspread.

Your thighs twitch around his head, trying involuntarily to hold him down. He just chuckles and keeps you firmly in place, and his voice hums out over your pussy making feel even more wild. “Please, I’m—I’m cumming…” Your voice trails off and you crush the heels of your palms into your face to cover up your expression while the wave of pleasure hits you so hard you think you might faint.

Tanjiro doesn’t stop. You’re crying out in whimpers so high-pitched he can barely hear them, but he doesn’t stop. The delicate muscles in your pussy are throbbing under his tongue, but he doesn’t stop licking until you’re almost crying, panting out “it’s too much it’s too much, please Tanjiro” and pushing his head away with your hand.

When he finally pulls away, his hair is tangled and disarrayed from where you’ve been running your hands through it, and his mouth and jaw are shining wet. Tanjiro licks his lips and if you didn’t feel shaky before…you do now.

It takes a second for the power of thought to return to you, but when it does you just sigh weakly and flop back down onto the bed. Tanjiro’s next to you before you hit the pillow, and he grips your jaw with one hand to angle your head to meet his, and—

He’s kissing you. He’s actually kissing you. His lips are surprisingly soft over yours, but as usual there’s an unnecessary degree of pressure attached to the contact that has you sinking deeper into your blankets under his force. You can detect the lush, slightly bitter taste of your arousal coating the inside of his mouth as his tongue (skillful as ever) traces over yours. Tanjiro is kissing you, and it’s a hundred times better than any dream you could come up with on your own, so you kiss back.

It takes him a long moment to break the kiss, long enough that your lungs are pleading for air by the end of it. When his lips leave yours, a thin trail of saliva connects the two of you until it breaks and drips down your chin.

“Tanjiro…” You search for the right words, but what are you supposed to say at a time like this? “I…what did we just do?”

“Shh, don’t worry.” Tanjiro leans in again, this time just to press a chaste kiss to your forehead. “I’m going to take good care of you, okay?”

You take a moment and then duck your head into a nod. It doesn’t make any sense—how does he do that?—but once he says it’s okay it always is.

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sems-diarie · 4 years ago

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Tanjiro gives off big dick energy 🥴 and he’d be the type you encourage you while you take his dick

Tanjirou adoringly brushes his fingers against your cheek with one hand. “You’re doin’ so well. Takin’ it so well.”

He shudders, leans in to press a kiss to your face. He ruts his hips gently and you arch. Your thighs lock around his hips. He stops—just for a moment, but your hips are grinding down to take more of him, and he just can’t deny you.

Tanjirou moans, squeezing your knee as it squeezes his hips. “It—it sucks me in so—so good.”

Full. You’re so full.

“You want it all?” He asks, thumbs rubbing circles into your hips. “You can do it! I’ll—I’ll help.”

He thrusts to the hilt, bottoming out inside your gooey pussy all at once. His mouth parts, fists clenching in the bed sheets while your pretty pussy clenches around him.

“Look!” His eyes are transfixed on where your greedy cunt’s trying so desperately to keep him inside of you. “You—you did it! It’s all in. It’s all...,” Thrust.

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userchuu · 5 years ago

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Red String of Fate

Inosuke x Reader

summary = in which everyone is connected to their soulmate by a red string but, you can only see it if your skin makes contact.

– you knew inosuke but, only because your friend zenitsu was friends with him.

– his loud screaming, randomly ramming his head into a tree, cursing, and the occasional running through a wall was highkey intimidating.

– you weren’t a demon slayer, you where a nurse that helped at the butterfly estate. so if inosuke ever came some how hurt you would kinda avoid him.

– that didn’t work this time though, everyone else besides you was helping someone else and inosuke, needed assistance himself.

– inosuke has a cut across him chest and you had to stitch it up. you disinfected it, but the moment you placed your hand on his chest to begin stitching you saw a red thread appear on your finger.

– you stared at it for a moment confused, before you heard inosuke began yelling and flailing his arm around. he also had a string attached to his finger.

“what the hell is this ?!” he shouted.

– everyone in the room turned towards the two of you, their eyes widened but seeming to understand what’s going on more than the two of you did.

“inosuke & [ name ] are soulmates ?!?!” zenitsu shouted, in shock.

“soulmates?! what the fuck is that?!” inosuke responded.

“please tell me this is a joke...” you said, practically terrified.

– zenitsu explained to inosuke what a soul mate was, you removed your hand from his chest, and the string disappeared.

“soulmate? tch, i don’t need one.”

– his words hurt a bit, it’s not that you wanted him to be your soulmate but, you would’ve been willing to give him a chance.

“i don’t want you as my soulmate.” you muttered to yourself.

– it wasn’t long before practically everyone at the butterfly estate knew you and inosuke are soulmates. people would say things like ‘do you like him? he’s kinda cute’ ‘wow i cant believe you and inosuke are soulmates! you’re comeplete opposites.’

– shinobu and mitsuri found the fact that you and inosuke are soulmates adorable.

– shinobu would often talk to you about inosuke’s good points.

“you know [ name ] inosuke is a very strong demon slayer!” shinobu would say.

“you’re stronger though.” you would respond.

“that’s true but, inosuke has potential to be a great demon slayer as well! maybe you should at least get to know him a bit?”

“maybe...”

– you took shinobu’s advice and decided to talk to inosuke but, you weren’t even sure what to talk about. what did he even like ?

– you approached to feral boar and simple said hello, and he seemed to be staring at you but, you weren’t 100% sure since he had a boar head on.

– he responded by, saying your name incorrectly. which didn’t surprise you since he always got tanjiro & zenitsu’s names wrong.

“my name is [ name ]”

“ [ incorrect name ] “

– you just sighed, how would you get along with him?

“oh, [ incorrect name ] thanks for stitching me up the other day.”

“thanks for saying you don’t need a soulmate”

– you didn’t care, you really didn’t but, his words still irritated you... just a bit.

“why are you mad about that? it takes to much fucking effort to go out and look for one. who has time for that?”

– it occurred to you that maybe inosuke didn’t understand the fact that you where his soulmate, or maybe he did?

“inosuke... you do realize we’re soulmates.”

– there was a pause, a slightly long pause before he began to laugh.”

“ very fun [ incorrect name ] zebnitsu said, there’s a red string that attaches soulmates. i don’t see a red string.”

– you where dumbfounded, did he not see the red str— you realize he might not have, after all he always wheres that pig mask on his face, how could he have seen the string.

“inosuke, take off your mask.”

“i don’t want to fuck you.”

“take it off for 30 seconds and i’ll bring extra food for you tonight.”

– inosuke couldn’t argue with that, he took the mask off and held it in one hand. you stared at his face, paying attention to the details and shape. he was pretty, you knew that but you never payed to much attention.

– after couple seconds you grabbed his hand shocking him, and held it up where he could see the red string appear on both of your hands. his eyes wideneding.

“wait, so you’re saying i don’t have to go look for my soulmate since, you’re right here?”

“exactly.”

“oh okay, that’s fun.”

– the two of you began talking more after today and hanging out gray lily growing closer to each other.

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itsstrawberrymochi · 3 years ago

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How are arguments with the kny characters/ they hurt your feelings

Warnings: Angst, cursing, comfort characters being mean :(, slurs, this does not have a fluff ending,

Characters: Tanjiro, Rengoku, Sabito, Giyuu and Sanemi

Note: I may or may not do a part two or maybe I’ll do something similar to a part two who knows

Also I’m still working on request for my event just needed a little break ^^

Rengoku

It’s very rare for this sweet and kind boy to argue with literally anyone even more rare for him to argue with someone he loves like his family or s/o so it’s no surprise you two barley argue but when it does happen it is always very tense and leaves you two feeling heartbroken

I think the only way Rengoku would start an argument if it’s something really important to him like his family. Rengoku highly values and treasures his family so if anyone were to be rude to them or put them in harms way there will be a problem

Now you being his s/o would never dream about hurting or talking bad about his family you couldn’t even utter a single horrible word to them ......well one of them, you love Senjuro so much if anything were to happen to Kyōjurō you would be more than happy to take the young boy under your wing

But when it comes to caring about his father that’s a completely different story

You get it, the man lost the love of his life so he takes it out on the world but to also take it out on his own children? Don’t you think that’s too far!

You don’t really care if he’s being rude to random people or even you but when it comes to poor innocent Senjuro or Kyōjurō you get riled up but you always hold your tongue because he’s still Kyōjurō’s father and when you do say something and Kyōjurō hears it , it quickly sparks into an argument

Like any other human Rengoku could be really mean during argument and the fact that he’s usually an angel to you it makes the situation more difficult on you and his words sting even harder because you’re not use to hearing it from him it

He’s not the type to call you unnecessarily cruel names, neither is the one to shout, he usually speaks in a lower tone contrary to his loud booming voice and you can hear the anger in his tone, he would have this stern and upset look on his face and his usual bright and happy eyes would darken

During the argument it’s mostly just him defending his father but his word choice still comes off as if he’s attacking you

He’d say things like:

“ You think you’re better than him don’t you?, that has to be the only valid reason why you’re judging him so much”

“ He’s not even your father why are you so concerned?”

If you have a bad relationship with either of your parents he would definitely bring it up he’ll go,

“Really y/n? You’re acting like I’m the only one with the bad parent, well at least I’m not a lost cause like you and I’m trying to fix the relationship with mine”

That shit kinda hurted tho

You would be so hurt at this point tears already start to form in your eyes.

As soon as he says those awful words he immediately realizes what he did

His stern and upset features immediately soften and guilt washes over him but before he could utter an apology you’re already running to opposite direction from him

Tanjiro

Like when Rengoku it’s close to impossible for him to hurt anyone let alone his family or s/o so arguments with him are rare

Also like Rengoku the only way he’ll get mad at someone is if they intentionally hurt his family or s/o and seeing that Nezuko is the only family he has left his anger would be worst than average

When you got to know Tanjiro you immediately got a soft spot for Nezuko, despite being a demon you could see she was kind and only had good intentions so you kinda self-appointed yourself as her protector and despite her being being able to heal her injuries faster than a human, you can’t help but throw your self in danger in order to protect her and apparently she feels the same with you

And when she does throw her self in danger to protect you and gets badly injured Tanjiro is quick to blame you despite it not being anyone’s fault

He calls you out and claims your “abusing” her demons powers and using it for your own advantage, he says you see her as a demon rather than a little girl

Poor Nezuko can’t explain that she was the one who put her self in danger, because the hit was so bad she became unconscious and even if she was conscious she can’t speak and explain to her brother she’ll only be able to pull on his uniform and give him pleading eyes but Tanjiro would unintentionally ignore her

It may seem odd but Tanjiro is a shouter when he’s angry, you can see the angry in his face and his words are like venom

He only calls you names that are true so basically since you “made Nezuko take the hit for you” he’ll call you a coward and say you don’t deserve to be a demon slayer

During arguments it would just be him yelling because you’re too shocked to speak

Everyone is bewildered that Tanjiro actually has it in him to say such hurtful things even Inosuke would be quiet because he never expected him to be this angry let alone angry at you

He would cry during a fight mostly because he’s the type to always bottle up his emotions so the fight is like an excuse for him to let it all out

You try your best to apologize and explain what really happened but that just makes him more upset and claims you’re just making excuses

Once he’s done speaking his mind he’ll excuse himself and walk away

Bonus

Zenitsu would immediately rush over to you and let you cry on his shoulders because that most have been real hard on you

Sabito ( he’s alive and a pillar 😚)

You both don’t really argue, Sabito hates arguing with you and sees it as something harmful and avoidable so if a problem starts to rise between you two he’ll quickly bring it up and talk about it before it gets worst

Buttt there are some problems he can’t easily fix and you two end up arguing over it

And that problem is his recklessness

One of the things you admired most about him is his hardworking and determined nature but sometimes it can get out of hand especially during missions , there were one too many times he had close calls or he allowed his anger to get the best of him and nearly loses control during battles

He would also often exhaust himself during training to the point where he faints

You and Giyuu could clearly see this was a major problem but the only person who didn’t was Sabito

You being his s/o tried to talk to him about it, but he immediately takes it as an attack which then quickly leads to an argument

During arguments he can be very cold and distant

He refuses to give you his full attention, he busies himself with other tasks acting as though your feelings isn’t a priority to him

So you would have to put your foot down and demand his attention and when he finally does give it you he’ll have this snarl on his face, his arms would be folded across his chest and he’ll lock his eyes with yours refusing to look away, his body language makes it seem it is an inconvenience talking to you

Sabito usually speaks to you in a soft, sweet , and calm tone, but when’s he’s mad at you his voice holds authority he speaks to you so formal it’s as though you’re one of his insignificant associates

He never raises his voice during an argument, he thinks he can get his point across without screaming it. The tone of his voice is sharp and everytime he speaks it cuts you like a blade

He’s an eye roller, now and then he’ll roll his eyes and scoff at something you say as if it’s utter bs

He gets annoyed and tired pretty quickly during an argument

And you can tell because he’ll completely shut you out and stop talking to you, he goes right back to his previous state of ignoring you

No matter how much you shout or make a scene he’s not batting an eye to towards your direction

And when you finally go silent and stop talking he’ll go

“ Are you done being an annoying brat? or do you have more yapping to do? “

You’ll just be standing there quiet. Shock, hurt, anger, sadness all those emotions hit you at once. When you don’t say anything he just scoffs and walks away

Sanemi

*lip smack* this dude would argue with wind if it blows too hard so it would come as a major surprise when people hear he doesn’t really agruee with his s/o

Sanemi is very much aware that his quick to anger and argumentative nature tends to chase people away from him,but he doesn’t want that when it comes to his s/o so he tries his best not to argue with them key word tries

yes you and sanemi don’t agruee everyday but you guys still do here and there and the times that you do it’s always dreadful and intense

One of the major things you both would fight over is his overprotectiveness, if you go on a mission, even worse if you go alone, he’s quick to anger and will immediately yell at you and your so called “dumb bitch” behavior and if you’re hurt that’s definitely the catalyst of the argument

It’s no surprise that he’s a complete and utter asshole during arguments. He’s the type to shout, barley give you a chance to speak, his hands are curled into a fist and glued to his sides, every time he speaks it’s almost always an insult and the tone of his voice is like a loud growl, he intensely looks you in your eyes, his pale purple eyes are filled with anger, he would be practically shaking with anger, he looks like a volcano that’s about to erupt

He would be constantly saying awful and inconsiderate things to you ,and calling you hurtful names such as annoying, dumb, useless or weak

“ You actually fucking think that you’re strong enough to kill a demon by yourself! Why can’t you drill it in your head that you’re weak?”

“Weak my ass! I defeated the demon”

“That was dumb luck, next time the demon will kill you faster than you can draw your sword and no one will save you because you’re too stupid to ask for help”

he’s so blinded by anger he doesn’t see the hurt in your face

The argument would often branch out to other topics like his jealousy or your stubbornness,

The argument usually last a really long time because both of you refuse to back down, honestly at this point it’s probably a battle who can be louder and more hurtful

Sanemi is always the first one to walk away, he storms off without saying another word leaving you all teary eyed and hurt

Giyuu

Giyuu really hates hurting your feelings, so he always tries his best to evade augments and the fact that you’re the only close person he has left is just a even bigger reason why he wants to avoid them

The only problem with his method is he literally is just ignores the problems that arise between you two , instead of talking about the situation he acts like it doesn’t exist which tends to always lead to a bigger problem which then always leads to an argument

The arguments are always about how Giyuu avoids his feelings and barely shows his true feelings with you

When you started dating him, you knew he was extremely reserved and had a hard time talking about his feelings so you were very patient with him but sometimes his continuous shying away from how he actually feels gets way out of control and not only hurts him but you seeing him in so much pain

He would come home from a mission that had way too many casualties than expected and even though he was in so much pain inside he put on a sweet, fake gentle smile for you and tried to pretend everything was fine

You would easily sniff this out and when you try to console him or try and ask what’s wrong he always evades the conversation and tries his best to persuade you he’s ok

The boy has good intentions really, he just doesn’t want his damper mood to affect you as well but it’s not fair that two get to be happy together but he as to be sad alone

It may seem wrong on your end but you try to pry and “ force” him to tell you what’s really wrong by continually asking and not taking “ juts drop it” as an answer

During an arguement he’s usually extremely quiet, he lets you do all the talking and only speaks when he finds it 100% necessary

When he does speak you can hear the indifference and tiredness in his voice, he speaks as though it is somewhat of a job talking to you

His body language and speech comes off as if he doesn’t care what you have to say and he just wants to walk away to do something more “ important” but he always stays to make it seem he’s a good significant other when in reality he’s just forcing himself to stay

During the entire argument he would be mostly quiet It usually takes him a while to get annoyed and angry but he does eventuality and when it does happen his insults are quick, and sharp they it never fail to hurt you, when he’s at his peak of annoyance he’ll shout something so vile and heartless it ends the argument right then and there it leaves you two on extremely bad terms

You’d say something like you’re only trying to help and he’ll shout

“ I don’t need you y/n! I never did and I never will, do me a favor and get off of your high horse, stop acting like you’re some kind of deity that can fix me and if you actually think you can solve my problems when you have so much of your own you’re dumber than I thought”

He’s always the first one to walk away, he usually goes deep into the woods or his room away from everyone and everything and once he’s finally alone he’ll silently begin to cry because he realizes what he did

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5p7lyy · 2 years ago

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In her sweet arms

Iguro Obanai x wife!reader

Genre : fluff

Requested by no one

*Smooch*

“Mn.. Obanai ?” she blinked softly at the soft kiss that landed on her cheek, it seemed hesitant, as she knew that the serpent hashira always tried to show his love language, private.

“Yes, my love ?” He snuggles into her neck, tired from his recent mission, almost a cat switched roles with him at the spot.

“You finished your mission so fast I didn’t realize you were here…welcome home dear..” she smiled softly as she leaned to his touch, nuzzling to him.

“Oh, yes it was nothing but a simple demon hunt, it didn’t take too long for me to find its hideout.” a little smile made it to his face but was hidden under his bandages as he kissed her forehead softly, before pulling back looking at her in the eyes, “how are you doing today ? You seem happy.”

Stares at his heterochromia eyes before smiling gently “today seems like a good day, I can’t help but feel joy about it dear..”

“I’m glad to hear that..” glances shyly as he murmured softly “would you mind if we went to bed early ? I want to spend some quality time with you until i get my next mission” he said as he awaited for her answer.

She hummed in agreement as he started walking towards their shared room, leading her by his hand on her wrist.

She then went to get the futon out of the closet, readying it up for the both of them, also putting a small cloth next to the futon for the little snake Kaburamaru, so it can sleep comfortably , and lighting up some candles.

“Are you sure you don’t need anything from me today ? I can prepare some food for you if you’d like ?” He asked as he laid down on the futon, waiting for her to join him.

Shakes her head as she laid next to him on the futon, “don’t worry, love I’m all good.” She smiled softly almost showing her gratitude in there.

“Hm…then let’s cuddle for a while..” he murmurs tiredly as he pulled her close to himself, resting his head against her shoulder.

She rubbed circles on his back, as they cuddled on the futon in their shared room, it must’ve been a tiresome mission, she thought.

He sighed deeply as he relaxes into her, letting out a small yawn.

“Take a nap, Obanai, I’ll wake you up by your next mission, for now just rest..” she stroked his hair gently, letting him calm and relaxes in her arms.

He blushed slightly as he heard what she said, feeling somewhat embarrassed, “Thank you…for everything…” he whispered quietly.

She smiled as she hummed a sweet tune, as he snuggled Closer to her, laying his head on her chest “I’m sorry for letting you do such dangerous missions…” he mumbled softly.

“We fight for our humanity, so it can live through those next years, if we don’t the demons will take over us, it’s a great feeling knowing you were once a hero for this country

fighting for it with your life, even if the mission were hard, being just brave, not caring for the open wounds the one might have, just remembering the smiles of our country’s people, live with us in our hearts, so you don’t

need to apologize love, we both do our jobs like the others, protecting the humanity and finishing off the demons that roam in our country..” she smiled softly as she spoke with kindness, bravery laced with her tone and mostly love for her country.

He nuzzled to her, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the moment, “it feels nice when you speak about it like that, but there are many who wouldn’t see it that way.” He said as he opened his eyes again, glancing at his lover and wife lovingly.

She glanced at him with kind eyes as she smiled softly, “Some people may see it as a burden, scared for their lives than their country’s life, and it’s all just human feelings and nature, of course there is going to be time where we’re scared, happy, sad, angry, it’s the basics of human life, some people may be

arrogant, cold and harsh but deep inside they feel love for their country, living for it, for their love of life, for their parents, any of us would feel those moments when meeting some grave moments, it’s just the nature of humans, and

it’s a good thing it evolves by time where it’s in a good way or a bad way..” she spoke, showing respect and kindness for those that once lived and still do, to those who fought bravely for their country.

He looked up at her, smiling happily beneath his bandages, as he looked down at her face, “You’re right… I guess I have been lucky enough to meet someone who understands me, and has given me strength to carry on.”

She chuckled softly, as it was a hearty chuckle as she pointed with her finger on his chest where his heart was, “I’m glad enough, that I have someone who I can share my love for this life, my sibling nor my parents liked the way I talked about this country to them, so I’m glad I have someone like you, Obanai…”

She glanced lovingly at him with kind eyes, his smile grew bigger as he nodded happily, “you make me very happy, little one…”

“Now now, you need to take a nap, so you’re in full energy for your missions…” she smiled, looking at him lovingly.

He nodded, as he closed his eyes, ready to take a small nap, “are you going to sleep, soon ?” He asked curiously.

“I’ll stay awake, I don’t have that much sleepiness anyways, you rest, you had a rough day and going off to a mission soon later, so you have to rest to protect others..” she held him close in her arms as she gave him a closed eye smile.

“Sleep well Obanai..I’ll make sure to wake you up for your mission, now just rest..” she planted a kiss on his forehead as she glanced over to the small white snake that was comfortable sleeping on the cloth she gave him.

He nodded, soon as he drifted to slumber, she murmured softly, “lovely dreams then..” as she stroked his head gently, have a warm smile on her face.

#demon slayer #kny #iguro obanai #tomioka giyuu #kamado tanjirō #shinobu kochou #kimetsu anime #demon slayer muichiro #oneshot #kny x reader #x reader #kimetsu sanemi #uzui tengen #demon slayer hashira #kimetsu no yaiba hashira #obanai x y/n #wife reader

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pumpkinpot · 3 years ago

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Demon Slayer in bed HC’s

Tanjiro- is an absolute dom and I cannot be convinced otherwise. More specifically I think he’s a pleasure dom. This favorite position is being beneath you, but still in control. From here he’ll authoritate how aggressively your hips rock or how much of him you're allowed to take.

Sometimes he’ll hold your ass a few inches above him and pound up into you, but most of the time he’s got his left hand at the base of your spine setting a tide-like pace. Your lips connect as he swallows all of your pretty moans, smiling into your mouth. He’s so close with just enough space between your bodies for his fingers on his right hand play with your overly sensitive clit. Any time you aren’t kissing he pushes you up to a sitting position so he can draw circles around your nipples, leaving tidy love-bites in trails across your chest.

Inosuke- Baby boy is needy. He doesn’t really care who is on top or bottom or what the dynamic is as long as clothes are being ripped off and parts are touching. I also, feel like he has an oral fixation. While riding him one day, he’s leaving claw marks down your side and bite marks across your chest you grab his chin, dipping your tongue into his mouth, dragging it across the back of his teeth. He makes the most sinful noise, his hips stuttering as he shatters beneath you. From then on, having your tongue, fingers, clit, tit etc. in his mouth is a must.

He loves aftercare too. His love language is words of affirmation and if yours was similar to acts of service or quality time you know you are having a hot ass meal and some top of the line cuddle times with him after while he is showered with praises. He’ll also def dress any of your wounds he may have given you, but you may have had to teach him how the first time.

Zenitsu- He just wants to be loved. No matter how nasty the session is, he’s telling you how much he adores you the entire time. It’s a lot of reaffirmation and fluff. This boy will have you in a mating press, you’re on your third orgasm and he’s like, “look at how well you’re taking me, fuck, I adore you.” For him to truly feel fulfilled though while he’s cumming he'll whimper into your mouth, “I- I love you.” and if you say it back? expect another round. He also lives for cock-warming. From what we’ve seen he’s most.. alert when asleep and that doesn’t necessarily change during sex. This is a way for him to stay grounded to you while resting. it doesn’t have to be full on sex, but you two pooh bearing it, him resting between your folds is perfect.

#demon slayer #kamado tanjirō #tanjiro x reader #inosuke x reader #zenitsu x reader #demon slayer smut

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luvbugs-blog · 1 year ago

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getting saved by...

pairings: tanjiro x reader, inosuke x reader, zenitsu x reader

a/n: there will be a part two... but switched! you saving them!

warnings: POSSIBLE SPOILERS! also mentions of death in inosuke's (reader has to do what tanjiro did to wake up on the mugen train)

part two!

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tanjiro kamado

you try to brace yourself as you're thrown against a tree. it hurts, but you have to keep going. you think of the bright smile that always inspires you when you need it. the smile of your best friend. you take in a deep breath in, trying to control your total concentration, as you reflect on where you are at, and how you would rather be back at the butterfly mansion with your friends, who haven't finished healing yet.

you lift yourself up just in time to deflect the blood demon art of the spider sister, who almost captured you in her web ball. you fling yourself to the side, and when you jump up, prepared for the next attack, she's gone.

strange. you look around you at all of your surroundings, hoping that she won't pop out from behind the trees. your power, besides your breathing, is in your strength, so unfortunately, you lack any power of being able to sense where your opponent is by smell, audio, or some weird beasty sense thing that inosuke possesses.

you still and close your eyes, trying to focus on listening, when you hear something above you. something isn't right about this.

you are able to jump to the side just as the monster leaps where you were. this thing is massive, with a godawful spider face. not only is it creepy, but it scares you enough that you hide behind a tree, trying to think of a plan. that's when you remember tanjiro again.

last week, the two of you were eating breakfast at the butterfly mansion. you were sitting next to each other, chatting and occasionally laughing at inosuke devouring his onigiri. you turn to focus back on your conversation about tanjrio's "hinokami kagura", and how impressive it is.

"you truly are amazing, tanjiro! not even the hashira can perform two breathing techniques!" you gush, trying to imagine yourself doing the same. "you must feel so powerful!"

tanjiro scratches at his neck, trying to push down the raging blush that had formed on his face. "it's really not that impressive! I'm sure you could do the same if you really tried."

"oh, don't be ridiculous. i'm not near close enough to your level. and don't be modest either! just don't forget about me when you become a hashira," you say, with a little joke at the end.

tanjiro grabs your hands and stares at you a little too intensely. you feel a little startled. "don't say that about yourself! you are an incredible swordsman and i constantly want to be like you."

you blink, unsure what to make of the fervent compliments. you open your mouth, but before you can respond, he continues.

"you inspire me with your strength. you never give up and that is what's truly amazing!" you swear you can see little puffs of steam coming out of his ears.

"uh..."

"so don't underestimate yourself!"

you blink for a moment, trying to find your composure. and you don't know what else to do but laugh.

"well, alright then!" you give him a huge smile and hug him tight. "thank you, tanjiro," you whisper into his ear. he just hugged you tighter to his body. what you missed seeing was the very pointed look given to him by zenitsu.

you brace yourself and make a move from behind the tree, rushing at the creature who was looking for you in the opposite direction. activating your first breathing form, you aim at the giant's arm, hoping to buy some time while he is regenerating. but your sword doesn't cut through. instead, he flings you a couple meters back. you land harshly on the ground, and you wince when you feel your ribs crack. you take a deep breath in, desperately hoping for an idea to get you out of this mess.

the monster roars, destroying trees in his path as he searches for you. "LEAVE MY FAMILY ALONE."

some hell of a family, you think, as you roll out of the way to escape a tree from crushing you. you rush at the monster again, this time aiming for his neck with your sixth breathing form, but to no avail. your sword still doesn't go through.

you can see the monster's hand coming towards you. you're going to die. there's no way you can move out of the way without breaking your sword, and you won't be able to survive without it. think! you desperately rack your brain for ideas, but it's too late.

you close your eyes as the hand comes to you, but you never feel the impact. you quickly open your eyes to see a checkered haori blocking the monster's head.

"tanjiro!"

"y/n! i was so worried when we arrived and saw all of the bodies!" the hand shakes the two of you off, and tanjiro holds you close as you both fall to the ground. he's quick to jump to his feet, but you're still a little sore from your earlier exchanges with the tree. he gives you a charming smile as he helps you off the ground. "i'm so glad you are alright."

you jump up to give him a tight hug, trying to fight off the nerves of your near-death experience.

"gonpachiro! are you going to help me out or keep flirting?" you cough as he glances over at inosuke trying to saw his way through the monster's arm.

before you can react, he presses a quick kiss to your forehead before running to help. "stay alive, ok!" he yells, "i have to confess something after the battle!"

you allow yourself one bashful smile before lunging into the fight, helping your future bf and one weird boar.

inosuke hashibira

you gasp for air as you're being held down by the neck by the train's appendage. you try to break free, but your sword is just out of reach and the tentacle thing is just too slimy to really grab hold of it. with one hand, you try to free your neck, and with the other hand, you strain for your sword. the appendage lifts you a bit and slams you back down, making something in your arm snap. you try to scream, but nothing comes out. your vision starts getting a little blurry, and black starts creeping around the edges.

what should you do? before you can do anything, a big eye pops out and blinks at you.

when you open your eyes, you have to adjust, because it suddenly got very bright. you sit up off the ground, looking around for the train, but you don't see anything. you do recognize this dirt path you are on though.

you lift yourself up and start along the path until you come across... the butterfly mansion? something wasn't right. you were supposed to be helping tanjiro and inosuke with the train demon.

just then you heard a cackle coming from inside the building. how is inosuke here? you also heard a scream coming from the inside. you sprint to the sound, and throw the doors open to see your little sibling cowering behind your parents, who were in a protective stance and looking up at the ceiling. on the ceiling was inosuke, crawling around like a weirdo.

"mom? dad?" how were they here? their deaths were the reason you became a demon slayer in the first place. tears start pouring down your cheeks as you run towards your beloved family. you stay there, hugging them for what seems like hours. your parents were very confused, but accepted the affection nontheless. your sibling was giggling at how stupid you looked, but you could care less, because at least they were alive.

maybe this whole slayer thing was just a bad dream. BAM. you jerk your head to see inosuke had come down from the ceiling. how did you forget? so the slayer thing was not just a dream. so what the hell is happening?

inosuke walks up to you and grabs your hand. "come on, y/n! let's go train." he walks you outside and into the woods.

"inosuke, i think something is wrong. we were fighting a demon and then we ended up back here. do you know anything?" he steps back and lifts his mask up, letting it fall to the ground.

"what the hell are you talking about?" he starts towards you, backing you into a tree. you put your hands to his chest, looking into his eyes.

"this is not the time to fight right now! i'm being serious-" you are silenced when he puts his finger to your lips, cocks his head and looks at you.

"the fuck are you yappin' about? you know the training thing is just a ruse." he puts his hands on your side and squeezes, making you gasp. he lays his head into the crook of your neck and gives you a small little bite, in which you grab onto his shoulders in shock. "we do this all the time."

Y/N!

you push inosuke back and look around. you grab onto his shoulder and gently shake it.

"didn't you hear that?" he just snorts. "hear what?"

Y/N!

"there it is again! someone is calling my name!" inosuke shakes his head and pushes against you once more, arms circling your waist. he starts to leave kisses up your neck, which causes you to let out a little whine. this was a little dream of yours that you kept a secret so no one would find out about your little crush.

pause.

A DREAM! of course!

"i've got to get out of here." inosuke lifts his head up.

"what?"

"you don't understand. this is a dream! the real you needs me right now." you run around the woods, searching for the demon that put you to sleep. if you kill it, you might be able to get out. how else would you wake up?

you slow to a stop, realizing the demon isn't in the dream with you. dream inosuke pokes your back. "what are you doing?"

you turn to him, unsure of what you're about to do. you reach to his waist and grab one of his swords.

"i'm sorry." you whisper, terrified. you bring the sword up to your neck. what if you're wrong? what if there are repercussions from the dream in reality. what if you actually died?

you push your hand up again the blade, ready, when a hand grabs your wrist. you look up into his beautiful face, which looked miserable.

"don't you want to be with me?" you almost drop the sword from your neck. you raise your hand to dream inosuke's face.

"it's all i've ever wanted, since we met. that's why i have to do this. to be with the real you." you pull your wrist free and scream, and with a twist of the blade, everything goes dark.

you wake up and take a deep breath. you can feel the wind from the roof of the train, and you realize it worked. you look over to see the appendage that was holding you wither into dust on the ground.

"you done taking your little nap? we got a demon to kill!" you smile at the taunting voice coming from behind you. you turn and jump into his arms.

"h-hey!" you lift his mask to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"thank you for waking me up," you say, before running off to where tanjiro was calling your name. inosuke follows behind you, very glad the mask is covering the redness of his face.

zenitsu agatsuma

there is no way you are making it out of this one alive, unless you hear the drum again. there are two demons making their way to you in this moving house. you aren't skilled enough to taken on two demons by yourself. so you are holding out that the drum will beat again soon, so that the rooms will shift. the first demon crawls closer and lashes it's tongue at you. you swipe at it, and the tip falls off, spraying blood over your uniform. while the first demon sprawls backwards in pain, the second lunges at you, and just as you swing your sword at it's neck, the drum shifts the rooms around.

you fall through the air in this new room, but land on something solid. you look down to see zenitsu under you.

"oh my goodness!" you hug him tight, thankful to see his face instead of another demon. while you're too busy with your relief, he's focused on your legs on either side of his waist. pervert.

his euphoria ends quickly, however, when you hoist yourself up and introduce yourself to the kid he is with. shoichi, the little boy, is so relieved that another slayer joined them, so he didn't have to put up with zenitsu's tantrums by himself.

while he is introducing himself, zenitsu sits up and screams. you turn, shielding the boy behind you, when you spot the tongue demon making it's way toward the three of you.

you all run to the nearest room and while you hope for another drum, you know you won't be so lucky this time, so you focus your attention on the door, hoping to be able to ambush the demon when he enters the room.

"no, no, no, no, no. please wake up." you turn to see zenitsu passed out on the floor.

"shoichi, i need you to get him to the wall if you can." then you turn your attention to the approaching demon, whose tongue had already regenerated. the tongue lashes out at you once more, but faster this time. you knew you wouldn't have time to cut it off, so you settle for deflecting it.

but the force of his tongue was too strong, and you were thrown backwards, hitting the wall and roughly falling to the ground. you crawl back over to zenitsu and shoichi, praying the drum sounds again.

you go to stand up to face the demon again when a soft hand pushes you back. you look up to see zenitsu and are surprised. wasn't he just passed out?

you see him get into position and hear a faint, "thunder breathing, first form". you blink and the demon is dead.

zenitsu sways for a second before falling back to the ground. you rush over to make sure he's ok to discover he's... STILL ASLEEP?

he jerks awake and squeals when he see's the demon's body disintegrating. he latches onto your torso and shamelessly hides his face into your skin.

"y/n-chaaaaan, you saved me! thank you thank you thank you!"

you look over at shoichi who just shrugs. with a small laugh, you lean over and press a kiss to zenitsu's head.

"let's try to get out of here, yeah?"

"AHHH y/n-chaaaaaan! let's get married!"

a/n: SORRRRRY i am so tired and so i rushed zenitsu's, but i hope it's still good! i'll try to finish the part two tomorrow (with a special surprise drabble!)

#demon slayer fanfic #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer imagines #demon slayer x y/n #demon slayer x you #kamado tanjirou x reader #kamado tanjiro #kamado tanjirō x reader #kamado tanjiro x reader #hashibira inosuke x reader #inosuke x reader #inosuke x you #kny inosuke #kny zenitsu #zenitsu x reader #zenitsu x you #zenitsu x y/n

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nayrring · 2 years ago

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His hands can do wonders not in forging swords only

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equestriagirl16 · 3 years ago

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Forgive me for disappearing lovelies but here have sum-

Demon slayer bois texts!~

Notes: modern au obviously, Imma say the Kamaboko squad are in late high school similar to the academy shorts. But the rest are in college and they’re all still familiar with each other. I also rly wanted to hint at Uzui’s wives maybe being his girlfriends and you also being one of his partners in this, but I kinda chickened out so idk maybe I’ll try adding that in the future cause I do like me the Tengen +wives package deal(0w0)

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Tanjiro Kamado❤️

Zenitsu Agatsuma⚡️

Inosuke Hashibira🐗

Uzui Tengen💎

Kyojuro Rengoku🔥

Sanemi Shinazugawa💨

Giyu Tomioka🌊

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wisteriadaydreams · 2 years ago

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Hello! Hope you’re doing well!

I absolutely loved your Tanjiro x Haganezuka’s daughter piece! It was just too cute!

May I request one with Tanjiro x Urokodaki’s daughter? She’d probably be really strong and train with Tanjiro, finally convincing her dad to let her become a Slayer, only to get lectured after accidentally falling on top of him or something because Urokodaki can just smell the puppy love brewing between the both of them!

Sorry, got a little carried away! 💗 Tanjiro is just too cute!

I’m most likely going to come back here, so if it’s alright, I’d love to be your 🌺 Anon! Sending lots of love and good vibes your way!

TANJIRŌ W/ UROKODAKI’S DAUGHTER!READER

pairing: Kamado Tanjirō x fem!reader

genre: angst in the beginning, mention of canonical character death, fluff later on

Words: 7.5k (buckle up ppl, it's a long one)

a/n: I was so excited when I first read this ask! I’m sorry it took so long for me to get to it! And yes, you can 100% be 🌺anon (≧▽≦)

Urokodaki and his wife have had a hard time conceiving, and as they grew older, they resigned themselves to accepting that they will not have a child of their own, no matter how much it pained them.

In a way, they had tried to fill the void by adopting and taking in orphaned children, but that doesn’t mean they don’t come to love them any less. Some of them eventually leave to forge their own lives when they become adults, while some decided to follow in Urokodaki’s footsteps and become a Demon Slayer.

Knowing the dangerous nature of the job, he vehemently denied the request, but after seeing the relentlessness and determined nature of his child, he finally relented. When it came time to send his first student off to the Final Selection, he and his wife did so with a heavy heart.

When their child never came home no matter how long they wait, they buried their memories and a piece of their heart at Mount Sagiri.

(Urokodaki would refuse to train anyone else for years to come, but there are always those who managed to convince him otherwise.)

Nevertheless, his household is one that always ring with laughter and joy, a household that sticks together through the hard times, holding each other close and wiping away each other’s tears.

So when you came to this world, it was to a home overflowing with love.

You were their miracle baby, a blessing from the gods, the light that makes their world brighter. When the news was announced, there was not one dry eye in the house. Suddenly, everyone became even more overprotective of your mother when she was pregnant with you, and she had to scold her husband and her children several times for coddling her.

When you came into this world, your brothers and sisters take turns holding you, cooing and feeling their hearts bursting from the sight of your smile.

You grew up in a world like that — protected and loved and never lonely.

They would sneak you sweets and gifts they got from the nearby town, and sometimes those training would let you hold their swords for a moment, at the expense of being reprimanded by Urokodaki. You were spoiled beyond compare.

When your mother was taken by a swift but deadly illness while you were still too young to register death, your family did what they always do — mourn in each other’s arms, and slowly piece everyone back together.

If possible, your father became even more protective of you. He has lost too much. His comrades, his friends, his wife, his students and children. It would break him entirely to lose you, too.

You grew up in a home that protected and love you, but also a home that grieves for the lost souls that will never be able to find their way back. Over the years, you’ve watched all of your father’s apprentices leave the safe embrace of Mt. Sagiri, a sword by their hip, a fox mask by the side of their face, and hope shining in their eyes.

“Otou-san.” You tugged your father’s sleeve. “Where are they going?”

“To hopefully make the world a better place.” “When are they coming back?” “Soon, my daughter. I pray every day that it would be soon.”

Many of them promised you that they will come back and play with you. Many of them broke their promises.

One year, your father rescued two boys, Sabito and Giyū, whose families were both eaten by demons. You immediately took to them, constantly trailing behind them and jumping onto their backs. They in turn dote on you, keeping you company whenever they weren’t training. You would sit on the ground to watch them spar with your father, twirling the grass under your fingers and giggling when they were swiftly disarmed.

You didn’t really understand why they were training. You had an inkling of the demons beyond the safe vicinity of the mountain from the stories your other siblings would tell you, but other than that you couldn’t grasp why they were serious about it.

“Sabito-nii, why are you and Giyū-nii training with father?” You asked him one day.

“Because there’s dangerous creatures out there who would stop at nothing to kill humans, and there are only a select few who could deal with them.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, (Y/N)-chan, maybe that’s just the way of the world. We’re no matched for the strength of demons, so we must become stronger.” “But why you and Giyū-nii?”

He patted your head softly, a tender but sad look in his eyes. “So that no one would have to go through what we went through.”

Their training continued, progressing from proper breathing lessons to when their blades are suddenly embraced by foamy, cerulean blue waves that twist around one another. Your eyes would shine with delight whenever you catch their fluid movements.

The day comes when both of your brothers have to leave, just like all the other apprentices before them. Your heart sank to the pits of your stomach the night before, making you unable to sleep even a wink. What if they don’t return as well?

The next morning, you stubbornly cling to them, refusing to let go even when your father scolds you.

“But I don’t want you to go!” You exclaimed.

“Come one, (Y/N)-chan. It’ll only be for a little while. Sabito and I will be back before you know it.”

“Promise?” “Promise.”

About a week went by without any sign of them returning, and you’ve never felt so on edge. You started to stand outside diligently to hopefully catch a glimpse that peach shade of Sabito’s hair and the deep blue of Giyū’s eyes, only coming inside when your father urged you.

Finally, one misty morning, you were out pulling weeds in the garden when you spotted a head of thick jet-black hair from up the road. Your eyes widened when you saw the familiar figure trudging down towards the house.

“Otou-san!” You shouted as you ran towards him. “Giyū-nii is home!!!”

You resisted the urge to tackle him into a hug once you saw his fatigued and wounded state. Nevertheless, your heart soared in happiness.

“Giyū-nii! You’re back! Are you hurt anywhere?” Your eyes roam over him, wincing at the amount of dirt on his clothes. But your brother was unresponsive and dazed, even when your father put a hand on his shoulder. Something itched in the back of your mind, and your stomach twisted unexpectedly when you felt like something was not right.

“Giyū-nii,” you began slowly, your eyes darting all over the place. “Where is Sabito-nii?”

His silence was answer enough.

Nothing was ever the same after that. You’re no stranger to lost, but it didn’t stop your heart from cleaving into two and the tears from running down your face at night. Not when a piece of you seems to die every time you’re met with your father’s silent grieving, or heard the sobs from your brother that he so desperately tried to hide.

You were both just children grasping with death.

When it was time for him to leave and officially embark on his journey, it was pouring like they had never seen before. Perhaps that was best. Perhaps then none of them would notice the tears.

Your home became quieter. Still filled with love, but more somber somehow. Laughter came a little harder for you, and each time you watch the sunset, you can’t help but feel your shoulders become heavier, as if the twilight was a corporeal thing that weighed down on you.

For a while, it was only you, your father, and the silence. But that all changed when a little girl around your age stumbled into your lives.

Like many siblings before, Makomo came to your home unexpectedly, and yet it also felt like fate. She lit up the whole house with her gentle smiles and brightness, restoring some of the warmth that have been lost.

You take to her immediately, spending your days braiding flowers into each other’s hair and running through the mountains until you can draw a map with your eyes closed. You felt your soul healing in the presence of her calming demeanor. She became a sister that you could unconditionally trust to always have your back. Imagine your horror when she too was determined to walk down the same treacherous path.

“Makomo-chan! You can’t!” You tearfully protested. “It’s too dangerous!”

‘What if she doesn’t come back?’ The sentence replayed over and over in your head like a broken mantra, and you were once more squeezed by multiple stabs of fear and anxiety. Your father shared the same sentiments as you, and firmly denied her request.

How could he forgive himself if he let someone as young as her entrench herself into such a cruel world.

But Makomo was resilient and stubborn. She would sneak out and practice with a sword and had even somehow been able to grasp the basics of Total Concentration Breathing. When asked, she only smiled mysteriously and told you that she had some help.

When your father saw that his warnings fell on deaf ears and after seeing how much she improved, he finally caved in and took her as his apprentice.

To say that you were unhappy with the decision would be an understatement. You watched her train and become more graceful and quick on her feet, dread pooling in your stomach with every progress and injuryYou and your father hugged her and sent her on her way, and it felt like goodbye. You prayed to any gods that were willing to listen to protect her and bring her back to you.

You stayed by her side, occasionally offering her tips from what you’ve observed from the other students. You bandaged every single wound, lightly chastising her and telling her to be more careful next time. Her only response was to smile and thank you. The more you did this, the more you couldn’t help but wonder about her willingness to put herself on the line to help fight demons, and whether if there’s anything more that you could do.

As you had expected, she passed your father’s final trial. That night, you sleep in the same bed as Makomo, putting your arms around her and pulling her so close that it was difficult to tell where you end and where she began. You didn’t want to let go.

You and your father hugged her and sent her on her way, and it felt like goodbye. You prayed to any gods that were willing to listen to protect her and bring her back to you.

The gods too, did not answer them.

The pain coursed through your body like a beast made of liquid fire, clawing at your insides and erupting from your throat as you cried in your father’s arms. You cried until you became numb, until every muscle in your body feels like it had been crushed by the weight of your grief. Her grave was marked alongside the others. Wherever she was, she held a piece of your soul with her.

It was you, your father, and the silence, once more.

One afternoon, you return from working in the garden to see your father reading a letter, Giyū’s crow perch on his shoulder. Your spirit lifts momentarily, relieved that he is still doing well.

It’s hard to read your father due to the mask he wears, but from the way he grips the paper tightly and crinkling it, it can’t be good news.

“Otou-san, what is it?”

He lifts his head to look at you, then fold the letter and tucking it into his kimono before going back inside. “I need to go for a bit, (Y/N). Stay here, and prepare for some visitors.”

You only manage to blink a few times before he’s out the door again. Even at his age, he is still as fast as a Demon Slayer at their prime. As you prepare the ingredients for dinner, you wonder who the visitor could be.

You get your answer later that day, when your father comes back with a young boy in tow. Your father looked like he didn’t even break a sweat, but the boy trailing behind him seemed as if though he’s fighting for every breath. With a basket strap to his back, you can understand why that’s the case.

“Otou-san, who is this?” “This is Kamado Tanjirō. He’ll be staying with us for the night,” he says simply. “This is my daughter, (Y/N).”

You bow in greeting as he walks through the door. You watch in curiosity as he unwraps the basket, unveiling a sleeping girl tucked inside.

You would have reacted in horror if not for the fact that your father is being so calm about it, but it doesn’t stop you from wondering what’s going on.

“This is my sister, Nezuko. She’s…um…” Tanjirō looks to your father, asking for help.

“We’ll take care of her,” your father says. You quickly catch on and run inside to fetch a pillow and blanket, temporarily laying her on the ground until you can arrange a futon for her. “But for now, you and I will be climbing the mountain.”

With those words, it dawns on you. Here’s another person hoping to become your father’s student and become a Demon Slayer. All of his prospects go through the same process, and climbing the mountain is only the beginning of the trials they will face.

When your father returns, he fills you in on the situation. Your heart drops in sympathy when you hear that their family was killed by demons, and flinch when it’s revealed that the girl sleeping so peacefully near the crackling hearth is a demon.

“Otou-san, how can this be? She seems nothing like the demons you would tell me about.” “You feel it too,don’t you (Y/N)? She’s different from any demon I’ve encountered before. It’s like she’s still human somewhere in that body of hers.”

You look back down at Nezuko. It’s difficult to reconcile the image of blood-thirsty demons that has been instilled into you since childhood. Those that pillaged villages and killed without mercy. Those that…

You clench your hands into fists. It’s definitely difficult, and if both your father and Giyū are willing to put their trust into her, then you can try as well.

The first threads of dawn are beginning to slip through the horizon, and Tanjirō has yet to return from the mountain. You fidget in your seat, your eyes flickering every few minutes to the door, ears train to see if you can pick up the sound of any footsteps. You’re torn between wanting to see him succeed and fail. If he does, then you’re afraid that he’ll become another lamb on its way to slaughter. But if he doesn’t, then which other path can he walk on to restore his sister’s humanity?

In the midst of battling with yourself, your ears perk up at the sound of heavy footsteps. You whip your head to the door the same time your father does, and a second later it slams open to reveal a dirtied and injured Tanjirō, blood flowing from his head and shoulder.

“I’m…back…” He pants and is only able to utter before he collapses by the door frame. You rush to his side, preparing to carry him inside and treat his wounds. You look to your father, who stands stoic and in silent contemplation. You know that he has made his decision.

Every early morning, even before the sun rises, your father and Tanjirō would make their way up the mountain to begin their training. You would look after the still slumbering Nezuko, and then bring lunch to wherever they are. After having lunch with them, you would stay for a while to watch them train. In the evenings, you would take care of any injuries Tanjirō incurred throughout the day.

Your talks with him are often short, something to fill in the silence while you bandage him up. You’re grateful that he isn’t the type to pry, and instead is content with letting the conversation flow wherever it may. Your heart is still healing, and you’ve yet to recover the strength to open those scars again.

But the more time you spend around him, the more you realize that it’s terrifyingly easy to put your guard down around him. It’s like he has a soothing and warming aura radiating from him, causing you to unable to resist melting in his presence. It feels both familiar and so wildly foreign to you, that at times you’re unsure how to act around him.

Your father is harsher on Tanjirō than with any of his other students, and you can understand why. His improvement is gradual, and it’s clear that he doesn’t have the raw talent that Sabito and Makomo had. But what he lacked in talent, he made it up with determination.

Even on what is supposed to be his rest days, he would be out swinging his sword and working on his breathing. During those times, you would make sure that he’s eating and not neglecting yourself.

“You’re thinking too hard about it,” you say as you watch him try to master Total Concentration Breathing. “You have to be more subtle about it. Here, close your eyes.” You stand up and approach him. “Try to imagine the air as water. Let it enter you.” You close your eyes and breathe along with him. “Imagine it moving through every part of you.” You trail your fingers down his arms. “Feel it in every cell and vein, feel it touch you and flow around you. See the difference?”

“I-I think so.” You open your eyes to smile, and that’s when you realized that his hands are now clasped tightly in yours, and the distance between you two is too close for comfort.

You drop his hands like they’re hot coals, a blush quickly rising to your cheeks. “Sorry!”

“N-no, it’s okay.” As opposed to your worryingly flaming face, his cheeks only had a tinge of pink. “But thank you, (Y/N)-san! I understand now.”

“It’s-it’s nothing. Just something I picked up while watching others train.” “Just from watching? That’s amazing! I’m surprised you’re not training already. You would leave me in the dust.”

“…You think so?” “I know so. Just last week you helped me with my stance and how to properly swing my sword. And you seem to already know how to do Total Concentration Breathing.” He pauses and begins his next sentence tentatively. “Sorry if this is rude of me, but I’m just wondering why you haven’t become Urokodaki-san’s student yet.”

You tilt your head, giving thought to his question. “Honestly, I’m not sure. I guess it’s partly because I know how it feels to be the person on the other side. I don’t think I could bear putting my father through having to worry about me like that. But at the same time, it’s not like I haven’t thought about it before. I don’t know though…”

Can you do it? Can you actually take up a sword and leave everything behind? Knowing that you're risking everything and never come back?

But…maybe then you can go and explore beyond the mountain. Maybe you can help other families sleep better at night. Children won’t have to look behind their back in fear of things creeping in the dark. No one would have to go through what you went through.

“Well, whatever you decide.” Tanjirō pats your shoulder reassuringly. “I believe it’ll be the right decision.”

“No.”

You’ve expected this response from your father, but it didn’t cause you to flinch any less. “But otou-san–”

“No means no, (Y/N). I will not allow you to become a Demon Slayer.” “But I’ve been watching you teach for years! I know how to do Total Concentration Breathing, and I basically know all the stances by heart. If only you would let me try, then I know I can master them!” “And you know perfectly well how dangerous is it.”

“Of course I know!” You can’t help but raise your voice a little. “And how many more have to lose their lives? I’m sick and tired of sitting around and doing nothing, waiting for the next bad news. I want to do something to help!” “And you’re already doing that by staying here and being safe.”

“Maybe I don’t want to be coddled and safe anymore!” Your chest heaves and you turn around, unable to bear looking at his masked face any longer. “I just wish you would believe in your daughter a little more.” With that, you walk out the door, ignoring the words of your father.

Your legs take you to the huge frothing waterfall a distance away from your house, a favorite place of yours when you want some peace and quiet. It’s just you and the sound of rushing water to drown out your thoughts. Or so you thought.

“(Y/N)-san.” Your soul nearly left your body. You wildly turn around to see that Tanjirō had followed you.

“Tanjirō-san! You scared me to death! How did you even find me?” He taps his nose and that’s all you needed to know. “…Right. Well, you’re welcome to sit next to me, since you’re here already.”

He takes your invitation. “I just want to know how you’re doing.” You hug your knees to your chest and sigh. “Thanks. Sorry you had to hear that, by the way. I understand where my father’s coming from, I really do. But at the same time, I can’t help but think he thinks I’m not enough in his eyes, like I’m still a baby that needs to be cocooned. But I’ve been by the sidelines for so long, always watching and worrying and feeling useless. If I have the ability to, I should stand up and do something. Shouldn’t I?”

“Hey.” Tanjirō places a warm hand on your shoulder. “You’re not useless. You take care of the whole household. You cook for us and remind us to take a break. You give me advice, encouragement, and always take care of me when I get injured. I think you’re already incredible as you are. But if you believe you can do something more, then I say go for it! I’ll support you!”

“Really?” You ask, eyes wide in wonder at his words. He nods, and you know it to be true. You feel your fingertips become tingly, and all the water in this world could not wash away the bubble of warmth in your body. “Thank you.”

You scoot a little closer to him, content to be in his presence. Nothing needed to be said that isn’t already felt in the blank spaces of your words.

When you return, your father is waiting for you, his arms crossed. You gulp, knowing that you’re in big trouble, but you stand your ground anyways.

“Tanjirō, go inside. I need to speak to my daughter privately.” “Yes, Urokodaki-san.” He gives you an encouraging look and heads inside, leaving you and your father alone. The tension is so thick you can cut through it with a sword, and your foot fidgets in anticipation of who will be speaking first.

“I made a promise to your mother,” your father begins, and that makes everything you’re going to say go back down your throat. “That I would keep you safe, and make sure no harm comes to you.”

You hang your head, that familiar wisp of sadness creeping up on you. Over the years, you’ve heard many stories about your mother, wanting to know everything about her to fill in the gaps of your memories, selfishly clinging to the last vestiges of her presence that you can remember.

“But I’ve also made another promise to her, that I’ll always make you happy,” he continues. “And if this is truly the path you want to take, then I’ll fulfill your wish.” You whip your head up at his words, surprise overtaking your face. “But just because you’re my daughter doesn’t mean I'll go easy on you, do you understand? If at any point I deem you not suitable, I’ll pull you from training.”

“Yes, otou-san!” “Good, then be up by 4 am tomorrow.”

If he’s already hard on Tanjirō, then he’s hard on you 10 times over. If Tanjirō has to swing his sword 1000 times, you have to do it 2000 times. If he only has to descend the mountain 2 times, you have to do it 5 times. If he has to stay under the waterfall for 5 minutes, you have to do it for 15. But you take it all in stride, finally being able to find an outlet for your pent up energy over the years.

You and Tanjirō becomes closer due to this, bonding over your shared misfortune of being tortured mentored by the former Water Hashira. One some days you would spar with him, eager to see how much you’ve improved.

Today, you’ve managed to disarm him and goes through the motion to pin him to the ground, but a miscalculation quickly cause you to lose your balance. Before you know it, you let out a yelp and is dragged to the ground with him. You brace for impact, but your fall is broken by a soft weight below you. That weight being of course no one else but your sparring partner.

You open your eyes and is mortified to see Tanjirō staring back at you, your noses almost touching one another. From this proximity, you’re able to see the closer the soft gradient of his dark maroon eyes, like embers blazing in the hearth. Your body is pressed against his, his arms settled lightly at your waist no doubt to soften your fall. Your eyes unconsciously travel down to his lips for a brief moment, but enough for you to begin scolding yourself incessantly for the intrusive thought that runs through your mind.

“Kamado Tanjirō!” Your father’s voice booms through the field. “What do you think you’re doing?”

You and him immediately scramble away from one another, faces so red that even a ripe tomato would be jealous. Your father stares down at the both of you, the silence even more unbearable with the menacing aura radiating from him.

“1000 sword swings from you, Tanjirō. And you, (Y/N), I’m going to properly teach you how to stay on your feet.”

You both shiver, the calm way he said it making it sound even more cold to your ears. “Y-yes sir.”

6 months go by, and Nezuko have yet to wake up. Even when the doctor assures that there’s nothing wrong with her, you still can’t help but worry about her. 6 months go by, and your father declare that he has nothing more to teach you.

You and Tanjirō look at each other with surprise. While you know what’s coming next, you’re astonished when instead of leading you up to the mountain towards a boulder like Tanjirō, your father leads you to the waterfall where you’ve spent countless days training.

You look to your father for answers, but he is quiet against the mighty rush of the water.

“This will be your final task. With your sword, part this waterfall in half. Do this, and I will allow you to attend the Final Selection.”

Your eyes nearly pop out of your sockets at what he said. Water in its essence is fluid and flexible, capable of taking any shape or form. It flows wherever it wants, unyielding to the obstacles in its way. How could you hope to conquer it with your blade?

“Otou-san! But–” “Prove yourself to me, my daughter.” With that, he turns around and leave without another word, no matter how many times you shout and urge him.

True to his words, he did not teach you or give you any more explanation. The first time you attempt to do what he wanted, all you got back was a mouthful of foamy water. You’re hit with the realization of how much you still have to learn. For the first 6 months, you devote yourself to honing your knowledge and fortifying your previous training. You work until you feel your arms fall off every night, until all the breathing forms are engraved into your very bones. And still, you make no progress.

There are days when you feel worthless, and the last thing you want to do is hold a sword. During those times, you resign yourself to sit by the river, skipping stones and filling your mind with questions and memories. You wonder how Tanjirō’s doing. Has he made any progress with the boulder yet? You can’t help but miss him. You’ve only realized how much time you spend with him once you’re apart. You miss having him there to encourage you when the training becomes too much, miss laughing whenever both of you would end up on the ground, tired beyond belief. Miss eating meals with him and sharing happier stories about your childhood. Miss tucking him into bed and sitting by him in this very spot even on nights when you’re both yawning.

Your father has forbidden you to go see him to allow both of you to focus on your task, but what’s the harm in one little peek? You know the way by heart, and soon you arrive at that familiar clearing. As you’ve expected, he’s already hard at work, but the person he’s fighting makes your blood turn cold.

You would recognize that peach shade anywhere. You see it every day in the sunset. You open your mouth, but no words leave them. You’re frozen, unable to do anything but watch as Tanjirō and your (dead) brother encircle each other. Blood rushes to your head and you feel like you might faint. Your vision becomes blurry, the dance of their swords become streaks of light. You brace against a tree, and out of the corner of your eyes you see another sight that makes your world tumble and your heart to lurch into your throat.

“...Ma...komo?”

Her smile is as gentle as you remember it. Everything about her is just as you remember it, like a pristine memory come to life. She nods at you and gestures for you to follow her deeper into the woods. Against all reason (of which you have none at this moment), you follow her drowsily. This has to be a dream. You’ve hit your head while making your ascent and now you’re dreaming. This has to be the only reason.

But then she leads to a spot so familiar to the both of you, and for the first time since you’ve seen her you have to wonder if you’re not actually hallucinating. She turns, and her voice is just as you remember it. “Hi, (Y/N)-chan.”

Gods, you feel like throwing up.

“Makomo...how...? How?” You’re only able to mutter. She sits you down and explain everything, about how she’s tied to this mountain, and how countless students before her have also found their way back here.

“So the person who helped train you...” “Was Sabito, yes.” “Why didn’t you tell me?” “I wanted to, I really did. But Sabito wanted me to focus on my training. And...he didn’t want to stop you and Urokodaki-san from moving on.”

You twist your hands into the grass, sorrow coiling tightly around your stomach. “So...I’m guessing that Sabito-nii is helping Tanjirō grow stronger.” “He is. Tanjirō has a lot of potential, he just has to learn how to unlock it. As do you. We’re all so happy when you began training, you know. You’ve become so strong.” “But not strong enough to finish my father’s trial.”

Makomo sits pensively. “Maybe you’re approaching it the wrong way. Remember what Urokodaki-san told us when we were learning the forms?” “Become one with the water. Do not resist its flow. Embrace it, and it will answer your call.” “I think that’s something to think about.”

You let her words sink into you. “Okay, I’ll give it some thought.” Makomo stands up. “It’s time for me to go back. But (Y/N)-chan, I must ask you a favor. Can you keep the truth from Tanjirō? We don’t want him to be distracted from his progress.”

“But can I see you again?” She shakes her head. “No, (Y/N)-chan. You must also focus on your own self. But know this. We are all watching you, and we will always be by your side.” “...Then this is goodbye.” “Only for now, we will meet again.”

“Tell Sabito-nii I still think of him. That every time I make mushroom nabe I would still remember him, and that there will be a day when I watch the sunset and feel happy.” “I will.” “Goodbye, dear sister.”

A few more months pass, and despite Makomo’s advice, you have still yet to put her words to good use, no matter how much you’ve tried. But you can’t give up now, not when you know you have everyone’s trust in you.

It is near the hour of twilight, and you’re sitting on a rock underneath the waterfall, letting the waves pour down on you. Your eyes are closed, and all the sounds of the world are lost on you. You tune out the sensations of your body, your heart, your mind, every muscle and vein, until they’re nothing but water. You slowly rise to your feet and lift your sword, but instead of resisting, you succumb to the weight. You let it guide you, trusting it to show you the way. It answers your call. You swing.

You open your eyes, and your jaw drops. The current of the waterfall is perfectly split into two, the resulting drops of water flying from your blade like bejeweled dew against a backdrop of pink that extends its darkening arms toward the golden sunset. Entranced by the sight, you only notice your father and Tanjirō when they’re by your side. Tanjirō’s eyes are as wide with wonder as yours, while your father is hard to read as ever.

“I had no intention of sending you or Tanjirō to the Final Selection,” he finally says. “I could not bear to lose any more of my students, nor can I bear to lose my only daughter. But you’ve surpassed all of my expectations. Perhaps it’s time for me to realize you’re not that same little girl who would cling to me anymore.” He takes you into his arms, and no matter what he says, you’ll always feel like a little girl when you hug him. “You’ve become so strong, my daughter.”

That night, you’re barely able to sleep, and even though you should be sick of the waterfall at this point, you can’t help but sneak out to it one more time. It’s not long until you hear a pair of familiar footsteps joining you.

“Hey Tanjirō-kun. Can’t sleep?” “Yeah, I can’t help but feel anxious about tomorrow.” “Me too. Congratulations on completing father’s final challenge, by the way.” “That’s nothing compared to you. You were incredible! How did you do that?” You blush at the compliment. “I had some help.”

You rest your head on his shoulder, the action as normal as breathing. “What do you think will happen tomorrow?”

“I don’t know. But whatever happens, we’ll face it together.” You nod. “Together."

What makes Tanjirō so different to you? Why do you feel so drawn to him? Why does your heart sing when he is near? When did your eyes come to search for him, and why do you crave for these moments like they’re the air that you need to breathe? In the back of your mind, you think you have the answer, but you’ll have all the time in the world to decipher it.

You lift your head and stand up, extending your hand to him. “Come on, let’s go back.”

He slides his hand into yours, and it feels right.

The next morning, you and him are all packed and prepared. You never thought you would be the one on the other side, a sword by your hip and your father’s fox mask by the side of your face, saying a bittersweet goodbye to him.

Just before you two leave, Tanjirō turn back one more time, mentioning Sabito and Makomo in his farewell. You wince, and you can only imagine what your father’s reaction was.

“How come you’ve never mentioned them?” “...You’ve never asked.”

Thankfully, he didn’t pry anymore into the subject, and your journey to Mount Fujikasane is smooth. You’re amazed at the sight of the wisteria blossoms before you, so abundant that it falls like rain. You arrive at the main area, and after hearing the rules, the actual challenge begins.

You and Tanjirō agree that it would be best to head east in order to receive sunlight the quickest. Along the way, you encounter two demons, both of whom you two quickly dealt with. You watch as he prays over the disintegrating corpses, and at times like these you have to wonder how he manages to remain so kind when he has been broken by this world.

You proceed, when suddenly Tanjirō stops you in your path, holding his nose as if he smelled something foul. A scream from the darkness sends chills down your spine. The next thing you see fills you with horror. A demon far too big and monstrous to be considered befitting the level of an amateur slayer trudges through the forest, each of its heavy footsteps thrumming in your ears. Each of its limbs are veiny and as huge as your entire body, twisting and coiling around it like mangled flesh. You can barely make out where its main body is, let alone its neck.

It holds a dead man in one of its horrific hands, devouring him in one motion. Bile rises to your throat at the sight, and you feel your legs tremble and rooted deep to the ground. The demon seizes another man with its extended arm, your breath quickening when it opens its gaping mouth. Fortunately, Tanjirō recovered before you, and rush out to slice its arms with the second form of Water Breathing. You snap out of your fear only a second later, even out your breathing and sprint out to push the man behind you, your swords drawn alongside Tanjirō.

The demon becomes incensed when it spots your fox mask and rages as it curses your father’s name over and over. You listen in horror when it reveals how many humans it has eaten, but that is nothing compared to the fire burning in your blood when he says how many of your father’s students it has devoured.

Thirteen. Thirteen of your brothers and sisters. Thirteen souls that will never come home. Thirteen names that you can recite in your sleep.

The fire blazes into a vengeful inferno when you hear it describes the deaths of Sabito and Makomo with glee, as if they’re as trivial as bugs. As if there are not still those who mourn for them.

You advance with rage and with only one working thought in your mind. Kill.

The demon is even more amused at your reaction, and to your dismay no matter how many arms you and Tanjirō cut down, more would just grow back. One of them lands a hit on Tanjirō, sending him flying and hitting a tree.

“Tanjirō-kun!” You shout, your heart dropping at the blood on his forehead and his unconscious state. You’re left to fend the demon by yourself.

“Control your breathing, (Y/N)-chan. Do not worry about us, focus on saving Tanjirō.” You hear Makomo’s voice inside your head, and only then did you realize how you’ve essentially forgone every lesson your father has drilled into you. You quickly chastise yourself and regulate your breathing, standing your ground and working to divert the demon away from the unconscious boy.

“Tanjirō-kun! Wake up! Please, I need you!” You exclaim as you sliced another limb, your muscles starting to ache from how many times you’ve done so. You couldn’t severe every one of them all alone, and to your terror one of them escaped your attention and is targeting right at him. “Tanjirō!”

As if answering your prayers, he finally opens his eyes and move out the way. But you’re barely able to let out a sigh of relief before more come at you. You dodge and run to his side, your sword brandished and held tight, face-to-face with the enemy. You spare a quick glance to Tanjirō, both of you nodding.

“Together?” “Together.”

You advance, cutting down any obstacle standing in your way. At a warning shout from Tanjirō, you both leap in the air to avoid the arms underground. A limb lashes out to grab Tanjirō, but he’s able to utilizes that hard head of his. You both land on the arm, ready to execute the final attack.

“Tanjirō-kun, I’ll take care of its arms! You aim for the neck!” You carry out the Fourth Form and destroys anything blocking his path, and in a fast flurry of the First Form, it is done.

He is no more.

When there is finally time to rest and you’re done taking care of his forehead injury, you’re left to grasp with the ugly truth displayed right before your very eyes. So many lives lost, all of it fueled by hatred so deep that it makes your heart sinks. What would your father think when he realizes that a small decision of his may have led to his students’ demise?

“I’m sorry for not telling you the truth,” you whisper as you rest under the shade of a tree. Tanjirō turns away from you, and the action makes your stomach twist. He is silent for a moment before speaking. “It’s not your fault. To be honest, I had my suspicions, but I didn’t want to face them and realize that they’re true.” Another pause. “Do you think they’re at peace now?”

You grip your kimono where your heart rests. “Yeah. Yeah, I think they are.” You don’t lie about this, you feel your soul getting lighter.

“Will you tell me about them?” “Later,” you shuffle next to him, curling into his warmth as your eyes become heavy. “I promise.”

You spend your mornings like this, sleeping after a long, arduous night. Moving ever closer until you two fit like puzzle pieces, hands gripped tight in search of the other’s warmth, a confirmation that you both are still alive.

Against all odds, you both survived the 7 days.

Drained of all energy and adrenaline, the trek back home is just as taxing for your weary bodies. You support each other by lifting the other by the shoulder, praying with every step that you’ll soon see that thatched roof that you call home.

Your journey comes to an end when you see the light from that lone house near the mountain. Your shoulders sag in relief, and you would have buckled if not for Tanjirō’s arm around you. Suddenly, the door is kicked down, and out comes the girl that you’ve only ever seen in deep slumber. She looks even more beautiful under the moonlight, and you gasp at the recognition in her still human eyes.

“Nezuko!” Tanjirō rushes down to meet his sister, and at the halfway point she cradles his head into her chest, so gentle that it makes tears well up in your eyes.

You spot your father, his arms full of firewood, and a tired smile makes its way up your face. “Otou-san...”

Uncaring about the wood he just dropped by his feet, he pulls all of you (his children) close, and there is no stopping the torrent of tears from flowing down all of your cheeks.

“You’ve survived. You’ve come back to us.”

The days that followed allow you to recuperate and come to terms with what you have learned at the Final Selection. You all devote an entire day to clean and make offerings to the graves of those that are gone and spend the entire night reminiscing your memories about them.

It also allows you to bond with Nezuko, and once again you’re convicted to help Tanjirō find a way to turn her back into a human.

But those halcyon days are short-lived, and after receiving your Nichirin sword, uniform, and first joint mission, it’s finally time to leave.

("That’s a gorgeous shade of blue, huh Urokodaki?” “Of course, she’s my daughter, after all.”)

You stand on the other side, hugging your father and promising that no matter what, you will come back to him. This is a promise that you intend to keep. He fixes your uniforms, his fingers lingering as if he’s still not ready to let go.

“Take care of her, Tanjirō,” he says, and unexpectedly pulls him closer so that he could whisper something. You don’t know what he said, but whatever it was, Tanjirō becomes deathly pale and shivers uncontrollably. You look at them curiously, but none of them would meet your gaze.

Finally, you take your first few steps down that dirt path, sparing one final look at your world and everything you’ve ever known. But you’re not afraid, for you have Tanjirō by your side.

“We’re in this together.”

“There’s no one else I would rather do this with.”

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Hello! May I request fluffy general dating hcs for Sabito, Tanjiro, Sanemi, Rengoku and Giyuu? Basically just them being cute boyfriends ^^ you can make the reader gn or female your choice! /3

hey hey hey! this was so cute ack but please excuse the fact that sanemi might be a little ooc i do not know how to write for him 💀

also hi!! sorry this is like, idk a month late :/

warnings: spoilers for sabito’s section, lots of fluff ! ( also hinting at the events in mugen train )

Tanjiro:

when you and tanjirō first got together, he was pretty inexperienced to say the least.

this was his first relationship ever, he didn’t want to mess it up somehow, despite being the best boyfriend one could ever ask for.

his flustered face was quite a common sight for the first few months, he blushed at every little thing… wether it was just a small brush of each other’s hand or looking into your eyes, he always ended up red as a tomato.

but tanjirō always had his ways of making you blush as well.

“you’re really beautiful, you know. you are the most angelic thing i have ever seen.”

assuming you’re a demon slayer, when out on missions tanjirō has a habit of holding your hand and keeping you close.

he knows you can look after yourself, he just cares a lot!

tanjirō also loves surprising you! even if it’s something small like breakfast in bed, hugs from behind or running you a bath! he always has your best interest in heart.

will miss you a lot when you’re not able to see each other, so he will talk to nezuko about you for hours on end, ending up in her falling asleep.

doesn’t get jealous at all, and the only time he seems jealous is when he’s protective of you.

whenever you ask him about it, he’ll simply say, “i could smell something off about them.”

hugs you like you’re the most precious thing in the world (which you are, in his eyes), and loves your scent above all else.

it’s something that comforts him.

tanjirō is a great boyfriend 10/10!!

Rengoku:

rengoku. the most sensual and honest person you have ever met.

when you had both formed a relationship, there wasn’t really a difference from your friendship at first.

the only thing you could note that was different was how overjoyed he would get every time he saw you.

“i don’t have to hide my love for you, y/n!”

it was pretty obvious he had liked you for a while, though.

rengoku always looked at you with such, longing, the smile that would grow on his face reminding you of how lucky you are.

“how lucky you are? i’m the one who’s lucky!”

Rengoku always managed to find some time to spend with you, being a hashira was not easy, but he always made it work. for you, he tried.

would take you out on dates whenever he had free time, usually to a quiet and serene place where you two could lie down on the grass and point out the clouds.

extremely cheesy at times.

“the sky’s beautiful.”

“you’re more beautiful, my love.”

likes to hold your hands a lot, stroking his thumb over them as he told you how much he loved you.

rengoku also had a habit of kissing your forehead when bidding you farewell, his nose brushing against yours afterwards.

just like tanjirō, it was near to impossible to make rengoku jealous, he knew you were loyal, so why should he worry?

he was also extremely supportive of everything you did, constantly cheering you on from the sidelines with a big grin.

liked to show you off to everyone you meet. “this is my partner, y/n! aren’t they lovely?”

liked to cuddle you under the stars, holding you close to him, slightly scared that when he wakes up that you’ll be gone.

couldn’t go a day without being with you.

you were his lifeline, as he called it. something he couldn’t bear to be without.

also liked telling you about his upcoming missions before he left. his excited face was the best sight one could ever ask for.

“i must be quick, my love. after all, i’ve got a train to catch!”

Giyū:

giyū is surprisingly very talkative (compared to how he is normally) when he’s with you.

likes to send you flowers when out on missions with cute notes like, “missing you greatly, my love.” “this place is quite dim without you.”

you don’t know how he does it; he doesn’t tell you.

giyū likes to cuddle you and play with your hair, he tends to do it subconsciously when he’s sleeping with you.

when you first got together he didn’t speak much, it was extremely awkward for the first couple of weeks.

but then, he slowly started getting more comfortable: small brushes of your hands to hand holding, small pecks on the forehead to kisses on the lips….

he never dared do anything too intimate (in his eyes) without your definite consent though.

for example, “can i hug you..?” “yes, giyū, you can hug me.” “are you sure?” “yes, gi-” “-but are you 100% sure-”

it’s very rare that you two argue; when you do giyū shuts it down immediately.

he hates arguing with you, he always feels guilty afterwards, even if it wasn’t his fault.

likes to spoil you quite a lot. you want it? you got it.

even if he sees you glance at something through a shop window he’ll remember to go back and get it later on.

“that looks nice!” “in what size, dear?” “what about the price?” “what size.”

if you’re very careless and outgoing then he’ll be extra protective over you. after all, if he doesn’t watch you then who will?

acts annoyed sometimes but he secretly likes it, just gives him an excuse to be with you even longer.

overall, giyū loves and cares for you a lot. he wouldn’t know what he would do without you in his life.

Sabito:

tough. this boy is tough.

will definitely convince you to train with him, and god forbid if you agree to let him mentor you.

doesn’t hold back when it comes to just a small flaw in your training, makes you correct it immediately.

don’t think that he’s doing it just to be mean, though. in reality he’s just extremely worried for your safety and doesn’t want you to get hurt.

sabito is also worried that if something happens to him you’ll have no one to protect you, so you’ll have to learn to protect yourself.

looks at you with the softest eyes even when scolding you, even if his face is red from frustration and with furrowed eyebrows.

“i just want you to be okay, y/n.”

despite being your boyfriend for quite a while, he still struggles to come to grasp with physical intimacy.

kisses on the cheeks and holding your hand should suffice for now.

also likes to take you on small picnics and always finding ways to make you laugh.

likes to pinch your cheeks as well.

like giyū, he hates it when you argue. he doesn’t argue back though, only listens to what you have to say before nodding and trying to come up with solutions or make amends.

sabito definitely freaks out when he finds out you’re participating in final selection. it should’ve been obvious from the get-go, but, it’s far too dangerous.

tries to convince urokodaki to not let you do it.

“then all of the training you and urokodaki put me through would’ve been useless!”

this, this was the only time he ever argued back.

even as you walked into final selection he held your hand until the very end, giving you a final goodbye.

Sanemi:

as you might already know, sanemi was quite… hot-headed.

you’ll have to be extremely patient with him. he does love you, he just doesn’t know how to show it properly.

tends to lash out at the smallest things but almost always manages to calm down when you’re there.

it’s almost as if he’s trying to suppress his anger so you don’t see him that way.

sanemi is the most protective of you, doesn’t let anyone he has the littlest ounce of dislike come near you.

“i’ll slash off your head if you try and do anything! don’t get any funny ideas!”

not the biggest fan of pda or being intimate but he’s certainly trying.

you wouldn’t make him do anything he doesn’t want to do, though.

his whole life he has lost so many people and he’s scared he’ll lose you too, which is honestly one of his worst fears.

this also meant he wasn’t experienced with relationships at all. most of the people he had liked before ended up running away.

tried to give you a massage once and you ended up getting cramped up, tanjirō had to end up helping you, much to sanemi’s distaste.

the one thing he is comfortable with is caressing your face and holding it in his hands, there’s something so comforting about that.

you both try to avoid arguing as much as possible, knowing how bad it could get.

if you’re both hot-headed then… oh dear.

sanemi loves you a lot, just be patient with him.

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