Hey! This is one of your lovely hosts, Ax! Honeyy and I are here to try writing fanfics as a hobby, so this will be our place to put them. the current animes we watch are my hero academia and haikyuu, so those will probably be what we write about! these fics will also likely be reader-insert, as that is what we prefer to write
Hello! This is your other host, Honeyy! Ax said it all above! These will likely be reader-insert fics. We’ll be writing for BNHA and Haikyuu! I can and will write for Demon Slayer and JJK too, plus whichever anime/ manga we’re into atm! <3 Warning! My content will usually contain spoilers from the manga! Especially with Demon Slayer and JJK content as a lot of it has yet to be animated. I will add spoiler warnings though! (And I kinda swear a lot in my writing. There will be warnings for that too.)
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We both write: Fluff, Smut, and Angst + Headcanons and Prompts
Hello! This is Honeyy I wanted to say hi and thank you to everyone who’s been reading our stories! Ax and I are both very busy and can’t find very much time to write atm so we’ll be on an (obvious) hiatus. Happy Holiday’s bb’s!! much love <3
hello can i have headcanons of giyu, mitsuri, sanemi and rengoku meeting a human male reader with a blood demon art that makes him look like an angel. he has wings and a floating halo and is really powerful but a really lazy person. im sorry if this is weird you dont have to write this.
Hello! No need to apologize I appreciate the request! Right now tho I’m not working on headcanons T^T But! When I start up again I’ll make sure to write this request and another request that I saw and haven’t answered! Feel free to request story ideas tho! Ax and I have a wide range of fandoms we write for! ( *• ̀ω•́ )b - Honeyy
Summary- You and your girlfriend Nobara hang laundry on the lines together because the washing machines in the school broke. On laundry day.
Honeyy’s notes- First JJK story and its Nobara because I have a big gay crush on her. Enjoy!!
“You’re joking!” Nobara exclaimed with disbelief, resting her hand on her stomach as she laughed.
“I’m not.”was the response from Gojo. He looked smug about it, as the response wiped away her smile. I had seen and heard the conversation happen from my spot, partially down the hallway, and quickly picked up my pace towards the two. I put my hand out,
“Hold the hell up.” I started. “Kugisaki and I are the ones who are doing the laundry today! How are we supposed to do that if the machines are broken?” By the end of my question, I had made it next to my girlfriend and stood there with my arms crossed. Nobara and I stood with our shoulders touching, she leaned slightly into me with her opposite arm and hand resting on her hip.
Gojo threw us a smile, “Well! Luckily enough the washing machines are working just fine!” He put his hand under his chin and continued, “the dryers though? They’re definitely broken.”
“What? How?” I asked in disbelief. There's three dryers in the laundry room and every one of them is broken? “Show me,” I said.
“Alright.” Gojo turned right, down the hallway, towards the direction of the laundry room. I turned to Nobara with dead eyes: she returned the look, grabbing my hand and following after Gojo.
“This is so dumb.” She said, “how did you even manage to break one drying machine? Let alone all three?!” Her fingers tightened around mine as she expressed her disbelief.
“Well, it’s quite funny actually!” Gojo laughed and I quickly aimed a glare at the back of his head.
“Yeah of course you would say that cause you don’t have to do the laundry.” My words were clipped, showing my aggravation towards the situation.
“No noo, not that. It’s funny how the washing machines got broken.” He swiveled around to face us, still walking backward, and started his story enthusiastically.
“So pretty much, I was out watching Megumi and Yuji spar with each other, and like, because we’re at the school I told them both to go all out!” Nobara and I sent each other a look.
“And they were fighting really well together,” Gojo’s tone changed for a second, “still not all out but, y’know, whatever.”
He perked back up again, “Suddenly! Panda came out and wanted to join them and like, the more, the merrier! Anyways, I wasn’t really paying attention through most of it.” He waved his hand back and forth then took a really deep breath in. “Then! Before I even noticed! Panda is going flying through the air! Goes barreling right through the laundry room walls and crushes only two of the dryers. But then because of the electrical wires being damaged the third dryer started up! It started spinning super fast and caused way too much friction. Long story short. Megumi set his dogs on it ‘cause it wouldn’t stop spinning so it caused a fire.” Gojo let the breath out. “So that, my lovely students, is what happened to the drying machines.”
As if it was the finishing touch, Gojo opened up the door to the laundry room, displaying the massive hole in the wall, the dented and crushed laundry machines, and the walls partially scorched from the fire. Nobara and I balked at the story and utterly destroyed, room in front of us.
“Un-fucking-believable,” Nobara said. She started on a long spiel aggressively pointing her finger at Gojo and then gesturing to the room in front of them. I stood there with my hands on my forehead staring stunned into the room. my voice was low as I started,
“Gojo-snsei.” He and Nobara looked towards me slowly. “I could literally. Choke. The ever-living SHIT! Out of you right now! Are you so incompetent that you can’t watch a bunch of teenagers not throw themselves through a fucking building?!” If I was an anime character, my eyes would be comically angular and my teeth would be pointed and sharp. My hands were reached forward into a phantom choke as I glared daggers into Gojo’s casual sunglasses. Nobara looked back to him and sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose right between her eyes.
“How are we supposed to dry laundry now?”
“Well, if you can find them, we have clotheslines hung up in one of the courtyards from like, I don’t know, ten years ago.” Gojo shrugged his shoulders. A resounded groan left Nobara and me.
“Well! Good luck girls!” Without a sound he promptly disappeared, leaving us here to figure out a way to transport two massive loads of heavy, wet laundry across an unknown distance.
“What the fuck?” echoed from both of us. I looked over to her and watched her stand there next to me. She was quiet, thinking of what to do next and how to do it.
“I have no idea what to do next, at all.” Or maybe she didn’t. I hummed, placing my hands on my hips and turning to look at the room.
“Let’s text Maki!” I said. She turned to me and smiled. Reaching into her skirt pocket, she pulled out her phone going to what I assumed was Maki’s contact.
“Good idea!” She paused, then looked back to me, “uh, why are we texting her?”
“Oh. Uh. I figured she would know where those old drying lines were since she’s been here longer than us.”
“Oh. Right right. Smart.” Nobara quickly went to type out a message on her phone. I stared at her thoughtfully. If there was anybody I had to get stuck doing a massive load of laundry with, I would always choose her. My ears warmed up and my lips curled into a smile that I’m sure looks stupid. She looked upward and into my eyes, stared for a second, and then got flustered when I had not said anything.
“What are you looking at (Y/N)?” Rhetorical question, she knew I was looking at her.
“I’m looking at the most beautiful, perfect girlfriend who has ever graced the world!” I said smiling while walking towards her with my arms open. She walked forward and accepted my embrace, resting her head on my shoulder and wrapping her arms around me. One over my shoulder and the other underneath my opposite arm. We rocked gently until I piped up,
“I’m glad I’m with you to fold all this stupid laundry.”
“Me too.”
“We’ll figure it out,” I said happily. Just as I had spoken, we felt her phone vibrate. Nobara looked down, reading out the text message.
“Maki-san says it's not too far. Said it was somewhere to the right of this courtyard.”
So we were off. We released each other from the hug (not before she gave me a quick peck) and moved to take all the wet laundry out of the machines and into a hamper. The hampers were conveniently stacked in the back corner unscathed by the roughhousing. Nobara and I both divided the clothes evenly between us, stepped through the massive hole in the wall, and started walking in the (assumed) direction of the courtyard.
It wasn’t too long until we got there. Maybe a ten-minute walk because we had to keep adjusting our grips on the baskets. In front of us were four, ‘T’ shaped posts standing from the ground; rope lines, stretched between the heads of the posts. The wood was older, faded to a sort of gray wooden color, holding dapples of green lichen. The ropes were stained from weathering, but the clotheslines, in general, seemed to be in safe enough condition where they wouldn’t fall if rustled. Nobara walked to the closer of the two clotheslines and let the hamper fall from her hands to the ground.
“Alright, I’m taking this one and you can take the other one. We have a lot of clothes.” She held her hands on her hips, examining the loads of wash between us two.
As I walked towards the farther structure I was quite pleased, “Today is such a pretty day! It's sunny and there's a nice breeze! I get to be with a hot ass girl, doin domestic stuff.” I began laying the laundry across the lines humming happily. Nobara laughed at what I said. We started on opposite ends so once we got to the last rope we would be closest together. Steadily we worked our way inwards, everything was peaceful and sunny,
“HAHAHAH! (Y/N), come look at these!” Nobara’s cackle was heard before it was seen; I had to maneuver through the clothes hanging in the way of my eyesight. As I made it to where she was, I was met with a pair of tighty whities that had little round dog faces on them. I choked a laugh and placed my hand over my mouth. Nobara and I were in a fit of laughter so hard we both ended up on the ground. My hands held my head as I knelt over face first into the ground. Nobara’s hand hit my back with every fit of laughter she fell into.
With time, we both stopped laughing and sprawled out next to each other on the grass. The lines, partially filled with clothes, let the perfect amount of indirect sun shine on us. She held the underwear into both of our lines of sight and snickered again.
“How much do you bet they’re Megumi’s?” I belted out a laugh at the thought.
“I thought they could be Yuji’s, but he seems like more of a cat person.” Nobara hummed and tossed the underwear to the side, back into the hamper, and let her hand grab ahold of mine. A thought popped into my head,
“I feel like a little housewife doing this. Like hanging clothes and stuff.” My hand gestured upwards.
“Yuck.” Nobara made a gagging noise. “I hate stuff like that, it's got such a weird stereotype behind it.” I agreed with her.
“I hate the stereotypes, but I love the thought of a little house somewhere.” I rolled towards her, hands still connected, “we could have a little house with clothes lines. And, and, we can cook meals together, and sleep in the same bed. We can go fight and then come home and clean each other up.” I rambled, expressing my day dream.
I looked at her side profile that still pointed upwards into the sky. She peaked her eyes in my direction before rolling over to face me, like I had done to her. Our noses lay centimeters apart as we stared into each other’s eyes. The moment was blissful, our eyes drooped as we met each other in the middle for a kiss. Her lips were soft and had chapstick on them, giving them a light dewy feeling. My hand holding her tightened as the kiss continued, the other came to rest on the side of her neck under her ear. Her own reached for the fabric on the front of my shirt as she lightly pulled. Her voice was soft in the moment she pulled away,
“I guess, with you, being all domestic, and stuff, wouldn't be so bad.”
I lay there smiling and looking at her, until she shifts and jolts. She places her hand over her left eye.
“Ow, what the fuck?” She said, rubbing the socket.
“What happened? Are you okay?” I said sitting upwards. She stopped her hand and opened her eye which was teary and red.
“A piece of grass just stabbed me in the fucking eye!” I quickly folded over into laughter as she complained.
“Don’t laugh! It hurts!” She yelled. I looked up to apologize right when she ripped up a clump of dirt and grass, and threw it directly into my face. I sputtered and spit the dirt out. Blindly ripping up my own clump, I threw it in her last known direction. A shriek told me I had hit the bullseye. I guess we’ll have to wait on that little house a bit longer, for now, we have to make sure not to get dirt on the clean clothes.
Hiya! although honeyy is working on a longer work right now, we still take requests! you can look at our pinned post to see what fandoms and rules we got. you can also chat with us thru asks if you like! there's two people on this acc for a reason :)
Hello! It’s Honeyy! Haven’t been super active but I’ll be working on stories for now instead of headcanons! I’m not stopping headcanons! Just want to write some juicy stories for y’all!
Summary - You finally have a chance to debut in society at the Princess's ball, but a masked stranger catches your interest.
Ax's Note - I have read so many like nobility mangas i am obsessed so heres one for ya
“Stay still! This debut ball may be for the Princess, but that doesn’t mean you can’t shine just as bright.”
“This dress is impossible! How do I even dance in this? I might just become a wallflower.”
“Don’t be ridiculous! This is one of the best chances to find yourself a good partner. Who knows, maybe you might be able to fulfill your dream of becoming the Prince’s bride.”
While being chided by your personal handmaid wasn’t the most pleasant experience, you were secretly excited to finally debut. Your parents, the Count and Countess Silver, were fortunately wealthy enough to allow you to travel to the capital to attend the Princess’s debut ball and debut on your own. You may be the daughter of a count, but you’ve read the commoner’s stories about loving princes and terrifying dragons. Though you’ve grown up, you were still thrilled to be in high society, even if only for a day.
Your dress and matching mask was chosen months ago for this occasion. Your father called a skilled tailor to ensure quality for his daughter. It was a beautiful deep blue, with small jewels dotted around the skirt and bodice. Black tulle with woven silver thread lined the neckline and the hem of the dress. Small silver flowers were scattered across the dress, with some spots holding three or four of them. The mask was a beautiful piece of workmanship. Silver braids along the edge of the blue mask shone in any light, and decorative feathers and lace added elegance. Your hairstyle was perfectly suited to match the rest of your outfit, and the jewelry you wore only added to your beauty. Soon, it was time to finally attend the ball.
Arriving at the ballroom, you allowed a servant to announce your presence before you entered. The room was dazzling. The chandelier reflected light so much it sparkled like the ocean at sunrise. The floor was polished to perfection, and the walls were decorated with brilliant ribbons and flowers. You would have loved to stop in the middle of the stairs and take in your surroundings, but people were coming in behind you. You moved to one of the less occupied walls so you could stare at the décor for as long as you wished.
Soon, everyone was present, and the King and Queen Ojiro announced the Princess to the room. They declared the start of the ball and cued the musicians to start playing. Everyone found a partner and began to dance on the floor. You also wanted to dance, but you didn’t have an escort to dance with. Standing against the wall, you fulfilled the ‘wall’ part of your previous statement of being a wallflower.
Another person seemed to think you fulfilled the ‘flower’ part of the word exquisitely.
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Fed up with just watching everyone dance, you made your way to the balcony. It was beautiful outside. The palace gardens were wonderfully maintained, and the night sky shone as brilliantly as your dress. However, your feet were tired from standing all night. Luckily, there was a bench outside. You sat down and began massaging your feet.
“These shoes truly are a menace,” you sighed.
“With you saying so, I’m glad I don’t have to wear them.”
You jumped with a squeak. Looking around quickly, you spot a man standing across the balcony. “Who are you? When did you get here?!”
The man approached you. He was wearing a tailored black suit with white accents. White ribbons and string decorated the seams and buttons. White leather gloves fit his hands well enough to the point that you might think they were his real hands. A thick, black and white striped ribbon connected his belt to his shoulder. A stunning brooch with dozens of gems hung from his chest pocket. Upon his face was an amazingly sculpted fox head. The muted orange head even had tufts of white fur in the ears! You knew this was a masquerade ball, but did his mask truly have to cover his whole head?
His chuckle snapped you out of your thoughts. “Did I say that out loud? Please forgive me.” You bowed your head. You may not know who he is, but you know your manners.
“You may raise your head. I realize most masks at balls only cover the eyes, but I would like to remain anonymous for now.”
“I see.. I won’t ask for your name, but may I ask why you are here?”
“I wanted some time away from the crowd.”
You nodded along. “I felt the same way when I came outside.” A few moments of comfortable silence passes as you both look up at the stars.
“I noticed you lining the walls earlier.” You looked at him, shocked. “Please don’t think I’ve been following you. It’s my hobby to watch people, and you passed under my eyes as I scanned the room.”
“Why have you followed me then, Sir?”
He chuckled. “When you left your wallflower position, you dropped this.” He handed you your handkerchief. You must have dropped it without realizing.
“Thank you for returning this to me. How could I return the favor?”
The man thought for a moment before speaking up, “Will you keep me company and chat with me? I won’t tell you who I am just yet, but I promise I can be a good conversationalist.”
You giggled. “I can certainly do that, Sir Stranger. What would you like to talk about?”
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It seemed like a couple hours passed by in an instant. He was indeed a good conversationalist. You even shared some childhood memories with each other. His memory of his sister’s antics made you laugh; your dreams of being a prince’s bride made him hum in amusement.
“What would you do if you could marry the Prince?”
“I’m merely the daughter of a count. I would not have the necessary training to become the Prince’s bride. Even if I were to receive lessons now, the Prince should already have a fiancée considering his position as the first heir to the throne.”
“And if he doesn’t love his fiancée? Or if his fiancée already loves another man?”
“As much as I would love to take over the position if that were to happen, it simply won’t. My marriage to someone as authoritative as the Prince could only happen in fiction, especially because our marriage wouldn’t be beneficial. I am glad that I can dream about what I like, however. I may have romanticized it, but I do believe I could help the Prince run the kingdom at least a little should fantasy play out.”
Sir Stranger looked at you for a bit. Unfortunately, you couldn’t see his expression, so you didn’t know how to react.
He huffed a laugh under his breath. Somehow you can hear the smirk in his voice. “Lady Silver, the statements you are making seem almost treasonous. Should I report this to the guards?”
You could feel heat rush to your face. “Please do not tell them! These- these words are simply the delusions of a young lady! I would never do such a thing as to take away the fiancé of another lady! Please ignore all that I have said this evening! I-”
You pause for a moment after hearing a few giggles coming from the fox mask. You looked at him incredulously for a minute. He looked back at you and quickly straightened himself out. He started to speak, but you just huffed and stood up.
As you began to walk back to the ballroom, he panicked and spoke out, “Please wait! Come back! I apologize for laughing at you. Let me make it up to you?”
You turned his way and asked, “Why should I give you the chance?”
“... Because I can make your dreams come true?” he said thoughtfully.
You immediately spun around again, but you were stopped by a hand on your wrist this time.
“I apologize again. I’ll stop teasing you if you would only dance with me once, my Lady?” He seemed genuine in his apology this time, so you decided to agree to the dance. Relieved, he held out his arm for you to hold. You accepted his invitation to be escorted back to the ballroom.
As you both made your way back inside, the music for the current dance ended. He led you to the middle of the floor as the music began. You thought that he might have not been good at dancing, but he was doing well as your partner. You felt like the only two in the world whilst he held you close. With every step, you felt weightless in his arms. The music swayed your bodies to the rhythm, and your feet gilded together perfectly along the floor. This all felt like a dream. Though your dreams usually featured a man whose face you could see.
You looked at his mask. “May I finally know who you are, Sir Stranger?”
He leaned down to your ear as the dance ended. He lifted the mask enough to reveal his mouth to everyone but you, and whispered:
“Your dreams.”
BONUS ROUND
WC - 200
Warnings - you have a child
You couldn’t believe it. He seemed to be crazy. What was he thinking? How could he do this? Why was this happening? What stars and planets aligned for this to happen to you?
How could your husband and child make such a mess together??
“Aran. How in the world did this happen?”
He looked up sheepishly. “Sorry, my love. We wanted to surprise you with flowers, but we got carried away…”
“Don’t lie to her, Papa! You made this mess cuz you got scared of a little buggie!”
Laughing, you scooped up your child in your arms. “Now, now, Aran. Is it befitting of a king to be scared of little buggies?”
“I was not! I simply wanted these flowers to look presentable! I can’t give my lovely wallflower bug-infested plants!” He pouted up at you.
You leaned down and kissed his cute face. “Thank you very much, love. I know you tried your best to get me the prettiest flowers.”
“Mama! Me too! I want a kissie!” Your child wailed.
“I want another one first!” Your childish husband also wailed.
Soon the room was filled with the giggles and happiness of the King and Queen and their child.
Ax's Xtra Notes - Hope you liked it! and i also hope you liked who it was about ;)
can I have headcanons of rengoku, sanemi, shinobu and obanai with a tall male reader who was cursed with a powerful blood demon art from killing a demon and uses it to fight. He’s also not a demon slayer because he thinks the other slayers would kill him. He’s also clingy too.
Kimetsu no Yaiba/ Demon Slayer Headcanons
Clingy Male Reader with Blood Demon Art
Kyoujuro Rengoku, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Shinobu Kocho, and Obanai Iguro
Content- Story/ Fluff
Warnings- Information from the manga/ Swearing/ mentions of blood and bodies.
Honeyy’s notes- Thank you for this ask! It was a bit challenging to write but I hope its still satisfying. I tried to make the headcanons as realistic as possible but I still wanted it to end with a good relationship with these characters. Hope you enjoy!!（＾ｖ＾）
Ubuyashiki had sent a hashira out after a group of ten demons had been terrorizing a town. Once they had gotten to the village, figured out where and when these demons would come out, they set into action. They fought and killed only eight demons. Wondering where the other two remaining demons were, they looked for a trail to follow. As the sun rose above the horizon something out of the corner of their eye began to sizzle and burn away. It happened to be a trail of demon blood that leads into the woods. Instantly, they went into pursuit of the fleeing demons. They’re here now, following the trail swiftly. Thankfully the blood was shadowed by the foliage which gave them more time to follow the trail that was left.
After about 10 mins of following the trail, the hashira finally heard the sounds of fighting. Confused, they paused and quietly crept towards the sound. There, fighting and weaving between trees was a demon of similar likeness to the other eight they had killed. Off to the side was the half-decaying body of the second demon that had gotten away. The hashira was impressed watching this man duck under branches swiftly and yet he did not lose any power in his hits.
The hashira was about to intervene when the man suddenly scraped a knife roughly across his wrist, then went and splattered it against the opposing demon. In an instant, the blood turned into sharp knife-like stakes that stabbed through the body of the demon. The man got no time to rest though, as the hashira apprehended him. The man, in a panic, activated his blood demon art to try and hurt whoever grabbed him. The hashira gave a laugh behind him from his weak attempt.
“It’s useless for you to do that, demon. You will be gone soon enough.” The hashira stated strongly much to the opposing man's displeasure and fright.
“I’m not a demon!” He said frantically, struggling to escape from their strong hold on him.
“There is no need to lie. I saw you using a blood demon art seconds ago to kill one of your own.”
“No! I’m serious! I’m human! I got this curse after killing a demon!” The man had yelled aggravated with the situation. The hold on him was loosened enough for him to dart away toward a far tree. The hashira watched him stand to his full height where he stood heads taller than them. He was 198cm (6’2 1/2) tall and looked downwards.
“If you are not a demon and fight demons. Why do you not fight for the Demon Slayer Corps?” They asked.
“Because you would obviously kill me.” He responded.
There was a short pause before the hashira replied curtly. “Come. Oyakata-sama will decide what to do with you.”
The hashira and the man made it to the precinct before calling a meeting with Ubuyashiki. Ubuyashiki was surprised but did not deem the stranger a threat. He asked the man to join the Demon Slayer corps, but he refused profusely. After much thought from Ubuyashiki he decided that the man would not have to become a demon slayer but, he would have to stay in the house of the hashira that found him.
This leads us to now.
Kyoujuro Rengoku :)
Height: 177cm/ 5’9 1/2
Kyoujuro originally was incredibly frustrated to hear about the news of you staying in the same house as him and his family.
He was very worried you would hurt his father and god forbid his younger brother.
Kyoujuro will start off very stern with clipped sentences.
But slowly as you show that you would never hurt his brother and father he’ll warm up to you.
He has to bring you on his missions with him due to Ubuyashiki’s request.
You’ve saved him from some pretty bad injuries because of the blood demon art you have so he becomes very grateful.
As he warms up to you, he sees that you’re so sweet.
He remembers fondly the day he saw you help his brother get something down from the top cabinets and it warmed his heart.
Kyoujuro started off denying that he had romantic feelings for you.
Totally the, “I don’t like him! He’s just a great friend!” Silly Kyoujuro!
You two stick to each other like Krazy Glue with, well anything.
He doesn’t see you as clingy at all because he enjoys the attention you give and wants to do the same for you in return!
Kyoujuro notices how tall you are all the time and sometimes it will get him unknowingly flustered.
If you two are searching for a demon in the woods and you just straighten up?
Efgfghjeghejh, he can see the underside of your jaw and neck and he just. Looks.
All together Kyoujuro is an amazing romantic partner.
Loves physical affection! Hugs for days. Back pats too! (Thumpthump)
All that happened in the past is put aside and all he wants to do is live happily with you
(Maybe even get married to you or something.)
Sanemi Shinazugawa :)
Height: 179cm/ 5’10 1/2
Sanemi is pissed.
First Genya and now you? He’s so annoyed that theres someone else he has to know with a blood demon art.
Sanemi will also start closed off but with added aggression and scathing words.
Will 100% set dumb ground rules so he doesn’t have to see you at all but then you tell him Ubuyashiki said he cant leave you home alone.
Pissed again.
He’ll point out stuff that makes him mad but eventually he just gives up cause he gets tired of it.
When he’s warming up to you he’ll actually get quieter.
The day that he officially realized you were harmless?
You and him had gone over to Kanroji’s estate because she was making loads of food. (we love our foodie queen)
Near the end he wanted to grab you and leave quickly. You were in the kitchen with the kakushi making food.
Specifically you were making ohagi, his favorite food.
Sanemi called your name and you turned around to smile at him, quickly offering out the sweet.
Oh he was fricken whipped. You standing there ducking under the hanging lanters, with a white apron on, handing him his favorite food.
After that he stuck closer to you. (He knew he had a crush but refused to say it outloud or in his subconscious.)
Sanemi isn’t clingy but when you guys start a relationship he’s gonna need some solid love.
Will be the most confident mother fucker ever if you say “I love you.”
Have fun with your boyfriend and make sure to tease him with your height 24/7 cause he secretly loves it.
Shinobu Kocho :)
Height: 151cm/ 4’11
We all know how Shinobu is when it comes to openly expressing her emotions.
You will receive the cold shoulder big time.
When you go out on missions with her she sits you in time out. (Even if she might need help)
She wrangles all the girls and makes sure they’re away from you, she makes a slight exception for Kanao cause she is pretty strong.
She will poke you and jab you and prod you for samples so she can figure out what the heck is up with you.
Doesn’t end up finding anything though, except trace amounts of demon blood.
As always she does loosen up around you, allowing you to interact with everyone at the estate.
She’ll be working on her poison when she hears the scream of Naho.
Quickly she’ll grab her sword and move swiftly to where everyone is.
Everything will be quiet except for your voice that's talking low with a few murmurs from the girls.
Quietly she moves around the corner to see what's happening.
She finds nothing. No one is hurt. No ones missing. Everyone is there.
Sitting quietly (not completely.) in a semi-circle around you as you tell a story of sorts.
“And then as she got up she made her way slowly across the room, until. She vanished.” A few surprised gasps followed.
You were there telling the girls ghost stories. She hated to admit it but she loved ghost stories.
Shinobu and you slowly get closer and she begins to talk to you.
She’ll only fully look up into your eyes though if it's important cause she could seriously mess up her neck with the height difference.
She knows that you tend to be clingy but she’ll have to tell you she needs her alone time.
Shinobu needs her alone time to thrive but still gives you love and affection if you ask.
There won’t be a confession of feelings the relationship will just form unspoken.
Obanai Iguro :)
Height: 162cm/ 5’3
Obanai is frustrated for more reasons than one.
First off, he’s got this massive man with a blood demon art curse.
And two, this will totally throw off his routine.
You won’t see him often unless you’re on a mission together and even then he just kind of abandons you with a group of demons to fight.
He goes back for you though cause he told you to stay here and he’d just leave you there if you didn't listen.
Definitely acts like a neglectful school bully towards you.
For him, it's less about him finding you with something he likes. (He’s head over heels for kanroji canonically.)
And more so you give him the attention he didn't know he needed.
Kaburamaru had gotten a bit banged up on Obanai's last mission so he was over in the butterfly estate under a watchful medical eye.
Obanai would usually prefer to be alone in instances when someone he was close to got hurt, but usually, he would have Kaburamaru to comfort him. In his own snakey ways.
That's when you waltzed in. You sat close to Obanai, not close enough to touch but enough so he got a woosh of your natural scent.
He had looked over to you for a second and that's when you started your story.
Something about helping someone on the estate to get something out of a tree and then a bird aggressively threw seeds at your head.
Obanai was thankful you were there to distract him from his gloomy thoughts.
He starts warming up to you. Letting you play with Kaburamura after he’s healed and tell him stories when he doesn’t want to be alone.
He wouldn’t get super frustrated with you if you just spent time with him but if you only ask for attention from him he will quickly shut you out.
He, like Shinobu, needs his alone time and if its always interrupted? No more Mr. Nice Obanai.
He would be a very practical boyfriend though and would love you and make you so happy.
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Hello! This is Honeyy, one of hoax’s authors! I write for three fandoms right now (everyone minus BNHA) and I’ve got some rules and reminders! ᕙ( * •̀ ᗜ •́ * )ᕗ
For Haikyuu, BNHA/ MHA, and JJK!
Anyone above 18: SFW and NSFW is okay!
Anyone below 18: Obviously will be Strictly SFW unless aged up.
For Kimetsu no Yaiba/ Demon Slayer specifically I will be writing for all the characters. With these guidelines!
Hashira above 18: I will write NSFW and SFW stories/ headcanons for them so ask away!
Kamaboko squad: SFW only! Unless they are aged up, only then will I write NSFW and only if I’m comfortable
Muichiro and Nezuko are Strictly Platonic! They are only 14 years old.
Demons: I will only write romance for specific demons! The rest of the demons will be used majorly as villains. Some of these dudes out here bein real grimy.
Heya! Ax here, the other half of hoax! Currently I will write for My Hero Academia, Jujutsu Kaisen, and Haikyuu! My rules will be the same as Honeyy's section for MHA and JJK, however there are some characters I will not write for:
Endeavor/Todoroki Enji
With these rules your authors can stay comfy and create a manageable space!
Obanai Iguro, Gyomei Himejima, and Muichiro Tokito (Muichiro’s- platonic)
Content- Fluff :D
Warnings- Possible Spoilers
Honeyy’s notes- HI HIII this was the last of the Hashira and by the time this is posted I’ll be working on the same series but for other fandoms I write for!
Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4
Obanai Iguro <3
Obanai is very closed off so it might be hard to be with him in the beginning, but once you start to understand how he’s feeling when its not expressed in words, you definitely win.
Being loved by Obanai is like coming home after you were away and you have the relief of knowing where everything is. Consistency.
He will put your needs over his own if he’s seriously in love with you.
Obanai is another quality time baby, he will open up to you slowly with patience.
He works really hard for you so that you can both live the life that you want.
He started off in a horrible living situation so he might be fussy over stuff in your shared home.
Obanai will take such good care of you, possibly tough love style tbh.
“You’re scrubbing your hair too vigorously you’re gonna damage the follicle. Let me do it.”
(Just wants to dot on you cause he doesn’t know how else to.)
Gyomei Himejima <3
Gyomei will have to know you/ be with you for a while before he officially agrees to be in a relationship with you.
He needs to make sure that the relationship is meaningful.
Be patient with the big bear and you’ll be rewarded in full!
Being loved by Gyomei is like being able to lay comfortably on a big warm rock and just having some much needed alone time with yourself to bask in comfort.
With this man you both will be able to live comfortably together and learn and grow together.
He would very much be an acts of service or gift giving kind of man.
(Uhm mans huge, he can literally pick up heavy shit and its the equivalent of picking up a teacup) GET THIS MAN TO MOVE YOUR FURNITURE WHEN YOU’RE REARRANGING!!
Gyomei would totally get you a set of prayer beads from the same place he got his.
He will let you know how much you mean to him. And the amount of love he has for you.
Muichirou Tokito <3
Muichirou literally dreams of what a relationship with you would be like.
He’s very distant to his emotions though and that makes it hard for him to give affection. He’ll be confused when he receives affection too.
Being loved by Muichirou is exactly like getting caught in a brief sunshower when the rain is warm and you don’t feel like running away from it.
Won’t know how to verbally tell you his feelings so he’ll write them down or ignore them and just spend a bunch of time with you.
He’s new to love so he’s gonna be awkward in the beginning and probably the whole time just in subtler ways.
Muichirou and you hanging out together entails look off into the distance and mentioning random things that happened to you throughout the day.
Mr. Muichirou is a lovely listener when he yknow. Listens.
Kyoujirou Rengoku, Sanemi Shinazugawa, and Tengen Uzui
Content- Fluff!
Warnings- Information from the manga (very subtle)
Honeyy’s note: I have such big crushes on everyone in KNY (ﾉ∀`♥)
Pt. 1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4
(MY HEART. (/∇＼*)｡o○♡)
Kyoujurou Rengoku <3
Kyoujurou’s love feels like when you’re sitting outside laughing with your friends on a sunny day right after it had been raining all week before.
This man is so in love with you it could probably make you cry from how much of it is there.
BIG MR. SUPPORT BLANKET OVER HERE!!
He will wrap you into BIG hugs!! Whenever he feels like it! Expect a lot of hugs and maybe kisses on your hands!!
(omg my literal heart)
Big time words of affirmation/ gift giving love language!
Less “I remember how much you liked this” and more like “I bought this golden necklace for you cause the shape of it made me think of you!”
He will always pour his whole heart into you (and he sometimes neglects himself so please take care of him!)
If you guys are sitting together basking in eachother’s presence he will be staring at you for a majority of it.
Then randomly he’ll be like “You are the most attractive human being I have ever laid eyes on.”
And then he calmly hits you with the prized smile? You’re dead now. Officially melted by pure adoration!
Sanemi Shinazugawa <3
Okay to start off. Sanemi 100% has some messy trauma that conflicts heavily with love. (not to mention mommy AND daddy issues.)
He is a tough love kind of man, no doubt about it, but I swear to the lords he will kick anyones butts if they even breath insultingly at you.
Sanemi will definitely be protective over you because of his past and his current job but not so much that its suffocating?
You will be there with him and he will just calm down so much.
I actually think Sanemi would be the absolute best at remembering mile stones and anniversaries.
He will take the relationship super seriously and will be just such an amazing partner!
Acts of service are his go to. He doesn’t really know what else to do so damnit he’s just gonna help you.
Don’t get me wrong though, he will want to “lead” the relationship.
He’s gonna be brutally honest about something so it doesn’t weigh on his mind.
All in all though? He loves you so much and would go to the ends of the earth to support you.
Tengen Uzui <3
Well to start off. This man has THREE WIVES.
Being loved by Uzui is what it feels like when you’re watching a load of fireworks go off and your soul is pounding and you’re just smiling like an idiot.
Uzui is a dedicated husband and loves his four spouses dearly.
He will put a lot of effort into making sure all of you are very well loved, absolutely no favorites.
When you first joined the Uzui family he made sure you were attended to and that you and his wives got along well.
He was SO happy when you all got along.
Uzui will shower you in gifts.
Jewels? you bet. Nice clothes? obviously. Books you’re interested in? He will buy the library.
Big words of affirmation guy too.
Imagine him lining y’all up and just going through and complimenting the heck out of everyone.
He is a big man with lots of love to offer, careful though because this man moves FAST.
Fast as in like he can’t not do something with you all at least twice a week.
(Yes he will throw a party to show you off to everyone.)
Honeyy’s notes: literally crying. I forgot to save my progress and exited out and it deleted everything T^T
Shinobu Kocho <3
Shinobu’s love is kind of like when you go outside during early spring and you smell something sweet, like blossoms. Her love is cold but sweet.
Because of her sister passing away she’s kind of cautious when it comes to love.
If Shinobu wants to be with you she has got to make a game plan on what to do, if she doesn’t she’ll probably think its gonna be a mess.
She doesn’t really like small talk though, she wants to have deep meaningful conversations with you.
I will say though! When she gets to that point of being head over heals for you? She’ll happily listen to you talk about that random bird you saw that was a bit too chunky.
Omg its getting me all giddy to think about Shinobu and you walking around town and she’s just subtly pulling you around cause you’re so distracted by the topic you’re talking about.
Shinobu gives me very big acts of service love language vibes with a hint of quality time.
I mean she is so smart. Ask her for help and she will of course agree after she finishes what she’s doing.
She might start off really awkward but in the end as she warms up to you it’ll definitely be “tsundere but soft only for you” type beat.
Mitsuri Kanroji <3
Being loved by Mitsuri probably feels like a DREAM.
SHE’S THE LITERAL LOVE HASHIRA AND ALL OF HER LOVE IS FOR YOU???? SUPERB!
Her love feels like that feeling you get when you’re thinking about your crush. Or when you see something so overwhelmingly cute on the street that you just dissolve.
She would start off super shy around you and watch you from the distance all flustered and stuff.
Mitsuri would just squeal so loud when she thought about you one day, that she ended up scaring her crow out of its skin.
I have a feeling she dabbles pretty well in all the love languages (For obvious reasons) but her main two are definitely words of affirmation and physical affection.
If she can get the words out of her mouth she will shower you in praise and adoration!
“Your outfit suits you so well today (Y/N)!” “You are so good at that!” “I love listening to your stories!”
Speaking about listening to stories. She raptly listens to when you talk about yourself/ one of your hobbies. She loves learninhg about you!
Mitsuri loves to hug you, squeeze you, hold your hand, link your arms together, stand super close to you!
She wants to be with you and express all the love she’s got for you!
Giyuu Tomioka <3
He starts off super cold towards you, but not on purpose! HE IS AWKWARD AF.
Being loved by Giyuu feels like having someone devote their time and hardwork to making you feel supported.
Giyuu is very much a hardworker and doesn’t want to let you down at all.
You best know every promise he makes to you, little or small, will be kept and he will follow through on it.
He is really blunt. Like brutal tbh. But its all because he doesn’t want to lead you on.
Giyuu will hold a stable relationship and you two will probably get into a good routine together that makes you both super comfortable.
Mr. Man gives quality time love language vibes. I can’t see him saying words of affirmation unless he is strongly compelled to.
Spend your time together doing anything you would like really! Giyuu will join you if he’s comfortable.
A relationship with him will probably be devoted but spacey? He is a hashira and is always busy until he gets time off.
Summary - Going to a bar after a breakup doesn't seem to be a good idea until you meet your longtime friend and roommate.
Ax's Note - guess who woke up from a bad dream at 3 am and decided to write about boom boom man! o(￣▽￣)ｄ
Bitter. The taste of alcohol passes through your mouth once more as you down your glass. Sitting at the bar, you needed a good distraction from all your problems. It may not be the best idea, but drinking them away is certainly an easy way to go to a different place mentally. You look at all the people dancing in the middle of the club. They were all drunk, yet they managed to find themselves a partner, even if they didn’t know who it was. And here you are: drunk at the bar and drinking your problems away. You found yourself tearing your eyes away from the sight of the dancers.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
You looked back up. There, walking towards you from the other side of the dance floor, was a red-faced Bakugou Katsuki. He was your long-time friend and roommate. He was always there to cheer you up in his own special way. But you didn’t wanna see him. Or anyone you knew at all. So you turned back around.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you, dumbass.” Bakugou was right next to you now. He could smell the alcohol on you. “You need to stop drinking! I’m taking you home.”
“What the fuck do you want, Katsuki? Can’t you see I’m drinking my feelings away? Leave me alone. It’s not like you would understand what I’m going through, anyway. You’ve never wanted to have a relationship with anyone before.” You took another shot before standing up to move seats.
He grabbed your arm. “Sit down. I’m not gonna let you get alcohol poisoning from fucking relationship problems.” He looked for the bartender. “Give me a water and her bill.”
You shoved him off of you. “I don’t need you to babysit me, you fuck! And I don’t need to go home, I need to forget anything that has to do with my dipshit of an ex.”
“Just because you can forget about him by fucking dying doesn’t mean I’m gonna let ya! I’m taking you home. Tell me your problems there.”
“What, you’re gonna be my relationship counselor? Breaking news! Bakugou Katsuki isn’t a total shit that thinks that couples are dumb as fuck and shouldn’t DIE DIE DI-“
His hand covered your mouth before you could make even more of a fool yourself. He stood up and loomed over you. Bending down to your ear, he spoke, “I’m taking you home whether you like it or not. You’ve had too much to drink, and I’m gonna stop you before you get a chance to have a good partner.” He picked you up and began to walk out the door.
“Put me down you spiky-haired fuck!! I don’t need you to fuckin tell me how relationships work when you’ve never had one yourself!” You struggled in his arms, but he just wouldn’t budge. Curse his muscles and his constantly fit form. You gave up trying to escape and glared at him instead. “Why do you even care? I know you’re not ace, but you still haven’t had relationships before. What would you know of my tragedies?”
“I’m just looking for the right person.”
“What is this, a movie?” You yawned. His body was warm, and you haven’t slept in a while. “You know you can’t wait for people like that. Stuff won’t happen unless you look for them.”
He looked down at you. Your eyelids were closed and your breathing was starting to even out. Good, you were asleep. He talked in a low voice, “I already found them. They haven’t noticed yet, but maybe they finally can.”
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Bakugou finally made it to your shared apartment. He brought you to your bedroom. He put your sleeping body on your bed before heading to your bathroom to find a towel to wash your face.
You woke up from your short nap when you heard Bakugou’s footsteps getting closer. He sat you up and began wiping your face.
“Why are you here, Katsuki?” you sigh.
“You texted me at the bar. Cryin’ about how your heart would be broken for the last time. So I came to pick you up and make sure you don’t lose yourself.” He finished wiping your face and handed you pajamas. “Change your clothes. If you can’t take care of yourself, I’ll do it for you, dumbass.”
You looked at the clothes in your hands then looked at him again. You could see the worry behind his eyes. “Thanks Katsu. I’m glad we’re friends. Now go over there so I can change.”
“It’d be better if we were more.” You could hear him grumble under his breath but he was too far away for you to hear properly.
You finished changing and went under your blanket to finally get some sleep. You could feel the bed dip behind you. You turned around and came face-to-face with a body. “Wh-what are you doing?” you whispered.
You made a noise when he grabbed you and brought you closer to him.
“I’m keepin’ you warm.”
“But-“
“No buts. Be quiet and go to sleep”
You cautiously put your head against his chest and tried to calm your racing heart. A beat passed
“Why do you do this to yourself?”
You looked up at him. He was staring at you. It felt like his eyes could see right through you, so you averted your sight.
He tried again, “You always find some dumbass and start dating them, then they end up breaking your heart. And I always watch as you come back home in tears and cry yourself to sleep. And I’m always there to pick you back up.”
You whispered, “I don’t know. All the people I date– they never end up being good people. I’m gonna stop looking for a relationship for now. Maybe this time I’ll find out what’s wrong with me that keeps causing me to be rejected.”
“There’s nothing wrong with you. It’s their fault for not seeing you for yourself.”
“If it’s not my fault, then why can’t I find someone good?”
A silent moment passed. You looked up at his face, but his expression was unreadable. You turned around.
He cuddled closer to your back and put his face against your shoulder. He mumbled something against your back, but you couldn’t hear. “What did you say?”
“Am I… not good enough?”
Shocked, you turn to him. His face held trepidation and worry. “What?”
“Am I not good enough?” he said in a louder voice. “I’ve always been here, and I’ve always cared about you so much. But you’ve never looked at me.”
You couldn’t believe it. Bakugou Katsuki, famous for not wanting a relationship, was asking why you couldn’t date him.
“I know I’m loud and brash, but I know I can take care of you. So why haven’t you looked at me?”
“I thought that…”
“What?” he asked you in a gentle voice.
“I thought that you didn’t want to date anyone, never mind me of all people…”
“Have I ever said that? Look at me.”
You looked up. His gaze was soft.
“You’re the only one I’ve cared about in this way. I always made sure you were taken care of. I like you more than anyone. I love you. I won’t ask you to be in a relationship with me, but I want you to know that I’ll always be here. Now get some sleep.”
He got up from behind you and walked towards the door. You were in shock, but you needed to stop him before he left you alone with your thoughts.
“Katsu, wait! Come back!”
He turned around and walked over to your side of the bed. You sat up and moved over, patting the space next to you. He looked unsure of your words, so you reached out and grabbed his hand, bringing him to sit next to you. You looked directly in his eyes.
“I care about you too, Katsu. I kept stopping myself because I knew you weren’t looking for relationships…”
You tentatively leaned on his shoulder. “I’m sorry it seemed like I never looked at you.”
Bakugou wasn’t sure how to react. He didn’t want to believe it. He gently held your face and brought it to his.
“Are you sure you know what you’re saying?”
“Yes, Katsuki.”
“Are you sure you’re sure? ‘Cause I don’t want you to start a relationship with me without knowing your real feelin-”
You grabbed his face and cut him off. His lips felt so soft and so right against yours.
“I hope you get what I meant about the kis-”
He cut you off with another kiss. You made a sound of surprise, but soon you were melting against him. His lips felt perfect against yours, like they were made for this very moment. With every movement, you were falling more than you already were before. Every time you kissed back, he kissed you back harder. Your every thought left your mind as you focused on his lips, his breath, his warmth. Pretty soon you were breathless. You separated yourself from him and laid on his chest.
You sighed happily, “Are we… um..”
“Yes, idiot.”
“Hehe, I love you, Katsu.”
“… I love you, too.”
Ax's Xtra Notes - the me watching bnha for the first time would not like the me now who actually likes bakugou lmao
