𝐌𝐫𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚 𓆩♡𓆪 twenty-five ⸝⸝ she/her ⸝⸝ Gyutaro's wife ⸝⸝ mainly a Gyutaro focused blog
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Synopsis ♡ A virus has resulted in the start of the zombie apocalypse. You are a pathologist researching the virus, and you meet Gyutaro, an infected who becomes more than your test subject.
Content ♡ Gyutaroxfemale!reader, violence, blood, gore
Note ♡ 1.9k words. This has been an au I've wanted to write for a very long time. I haven't written in awhile, but I really enjoyed writing this, and I hope you enjoy reading it!
The end of the world happened fast. Faster than you or anyone had expected.
Maybe you took the strength of humanity for granted. Or maybe someone was working behind the scenes to make sure the virus spread as efficiently as possible.
Either way, analyzing how everything came to an end isn’t your job.
Your job is to figure out how the pathogen behaves.
Before everything collapsed, you just happened to be in the right place at the right time. At the top university in the country, studying to get your Ph.D in pathology.
Most people left when the public started to panic. Professors, doctors, industry professionals who abandoned their jobs to take care of their families. Those who were left were either extremely dedicated or students like yourself who had nowhere else to go.
Lucky for you, the government took any researcher, doctor, or scientist, regardless of experience or degree, once everything collapsed. Humanity needed anyone who was healthy enough to research the disease and hopefully develop a cure.
That’s how you got here. In a heavily guarded research facility run by the government. Or what’s left of it.
It’s only been three weeks since the apocalypse started.
Every hospital and emergency service was overrun within the first three days. Quarantine zones lasted just over a week. All that remained now were a few military outposts and groups of civilians who had gotten lucky and managed to survive.
Though survivor numbers are decreasing by the day.
You don’t even want to know what it looks like outside these walls. You spend your days studying tissue samples and doing experiments. On good days you get five hours of sleep; on bad days you get maybe thirty minutes. But at least you aren’t on the streets running from reanimated corpses.
You would do anything to be able to safely get close to a live specimen. There are so many questions left unanswered, and your curiosity outweighs your survival instinct. If only you could get close to one, it could answer so many questions.
But a live specimen is out of the question. Because they are too strong, and no weakness other than sunlight has been identified.
They don’t speak, nor do they seem capable of complex thought. Only hunger and instinct. Going after humans the instant they catch sight or scent of them. They are incredibly fast and durable. You’ve seen them take bullets to the head and still remain alive.
However, discovering how to kill them isn’t your job, so you don’t think too hard about it. You’ve already accepted the fact that if this facility ever gets infiltrated, you will die.
In the middle of disposing of contaminated tissue samples, you are pulled into a meeting. The room is filled with military personnel, the lead researcher, and you.
Sergeant Sanemi, a man with short white hair and tired eyes, stands at the front of the room.
“I’ll get straight to the point,” he says sternly and turns on a projector, “We’ve captured photos of an anomaly.”
A blurry image flashes onto the screen. It’s dark but you can clearly make out two figures standing at the top of a building. A muscular man crouching, holding something sharp in one hand. And a woman standing beside him with long hair flowing behind her. Both of their eyes glow in the night.
“Infected?” Doctor Shinobu, your superior, asks.
“Yes, but they’re different,” he says, “They seem… intelligent.”
“That’s impossible,” she scoffs, “The infected have never shown any signs of intelligence.”
“Not until now,” he responds, “These two seem to be able to communicate and organize attacks.”
He clicks a button and another image is shown. Still blurry, but it shows the male figure leaning over a body, tearing flesh from a severed arm. You feel like you’re gonna throw up if you look at the image for too long.
“It’s imperative that we learn more about these… these monsters. Because if they have an advanced version of the virus, we need to get any information we can.”
“You need a field researcher…” you mutter, “to collect a sample.”
“Yes. Do you think that will be viable?”
“I do,” you nod and glance at the photo again, “The body that he’s eating… if I can get a tissue or blood sample from that body then maybe I can learn more about him. If he carries a different form of the pathogen and contaminated that body, then maybe I could-”
“Absolutely not,” Shinobu interrupts, “It’s a death sentence to send you out there. You’re one of the most brilliant researchers we have. We can’t afford to lose you.”
“I won’t send her alone,” Sanemi rolls his eyes, “I’ll send her with a squad of soldiers. Two squads if that makes you feel better.”
No matter how much Doctor Shinobu protested, there’s no arguing with Sanemi once his mind is set on something. Besides, you want to go. It’s probably against your better judgment but nothing has gotten you this excited since civilization fell. There are so many possibilities, so many new discoveries to be made. Your curiosity outweighs your fear.
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You’re sent out the following day at dusk. Two armored vehicles and 24 men with tactical gear and a ton of firepower. Meanwhile, you sit between them in your lab coat with a bag of supplies. Their only objective is to get you safely to the location and protect you while you gather a sample from the corpse that the man from the photo was feeding on.
You just pray that the corpse hasn’t gotten up and walked away.
“We’re here,” the man driving the vehicle says, “Try to get everything you need as fast as you can; the longer we stay out here, the longer we risk the infected catching our scent.
“Y-Yes sir,” your voice trembles as you’re ushered out of the vehicle and onto the street. Dozens of men surround you, moving with trained efficiency towards the ruined intersection from the photo.
But something feels off.
The corpse you are looking for is there, lying motionless right where you expected it to be. But there are no other bodies around it. It looks too perfect, almost as if it was staged.
“What’re you waiting for?!” one of the men says, his voice full of panic.
Before you even have time to respond, the sound of gunfire fills the air. Screaming, panic, blood. Lots of blood.
“Aim for its head!” you hear one man scream.
“There’s two-” another man says before his screams are interrupted by the sound of gurgling.
Without a weapon, all you can do is run.
You scurry through the broken window of a nearby storefront and duck behind a collapsed bookshelf. Holding your hand over your mouth as you listen to the carnage taking place behind you.
“Please… please don’t…” you hear a man beg for mercy.
“C’mon man,” a sickly, male voice rasps, “Aren’t you s’pose to be the captain or somethin’? Pretty pathetic to be beggin’ like that…”
“That one looks important,” a female voice says.
“Yeeeah… he does,” the sickly voice speaks again, “How bout this. If you can sit here and watch me eat all your friends without cryin’, screamin’, or throwin’ up. I’ll let you live!” He lets out a high pitched laugh, sadistic and cruel.
“Brother, stop wasting time! You always play with them!” the female shrills in annoyance.
“You’re no fun.”
You hear the captain begging for his life, desperate and crying. The sound dies off agonizingly slowly. As if his death is being drawn out. You can’t see what’s happening but you hear the sound of blood trickling onto the pavement and flesh being torn apart.
“Your arrogance is going to get us killed one day,” the female says.
The male growls before responding, “Don’t you get it? We’re at the top of the food chain sis! We can do whatever the hell we want-” he abruptly stops talking and deeply inhales.
“There’s one left…” he continues.
“Fuck fuck fuck, no no please no,” you internally scream to yourself.
Things go eerily quiet. Then, footsteps getting closer.
“Found you,” a raspy voice whispers right beside your ear.
He grabs you by the collar of your shirt and pulls you off the ground, your feet dangling in the air as he holds you in front of him.
He’s definitely an infected. Pallad grey skin, glowing yellow eyes, and teeth that almost resemble that of a shark. Messy green hair hangs in front of his face. His lips are turned into a devilish grin, like a child who just found a new toy to play with.
But before you can scream, you notice something that excites you.
The way his pupils contract when stepping into the light.
“Your eyes,” you mutter, “They still respond to light!”
“...what?” the smile drops from his face immediately.
“You still exhibit biological functions even though you’re dead!” you laugh in disbelief.
He’s completely silent. In utter disbelief that you aren’t kicking and screaming. He literally doesn’t know what the hell to make of this.
“You’re extraordinary!” you say, looking at him in awe. Not like he’s a monster, but rather something beautiful and interesting.
“Extraordinary…?” he mumbles, dropping you.
As soon as you hit the ground you reach for something in your pocket. He expects a gun, but instead it’s a small notebook and a pen. Furiously, you begin taking notes.
“I think you broke her,” his sister says, also in disbelief.
“Did it hurt?” you ask him.
“Wh-what?”
“When you got shot, did it hurt?”
“Kinda? For a second,” he shrugs before getting annoyed and flicking your forehead, “What the hell is wrong with you? Are you stupid or somethin’?”
“What? N-No, I’m a pathologist,” you answer him almost like you’re talking to a normal person.
“Speak English, please…”
“A scientist,” you correct yourself, “I study disease.”
His grin returns, and he starts laughing. Genuinely laughing like he’s heard the funniest joke in the world. “A scientist! Haha, what am I to you? Some kinda test subject?”
“Well, yes. I would love to study you further…”
“Can you believe this, sis? What an interesting little toy,” he grabs your face and squishes your cheeks like you’re a child.
“She’s cute too,” his sister giggles before skipping over, “You gonna kill her?”
“Nah,” he turns your face side to side, looking you over, “This one is… interesting.”
You don’t say anything, not wanting to risk him changing his mind. But you can’t help but smile at the thought of being left alive.
“You better hurry back to wherever you came from, little scientist,” he lets go of your face and ruffles your hair, “Cuz my friends ain’t as polite as I am.”
“Th-Thank you,” your voice shakes in disbelief as he actually spares you.
“Yeah, yeah. Til next time,” he grins as his sister hops up on his shoulder.
And as they walk into the distance, he isn’t worried, not one bit. Because he knows he’ll see you again. And he knows that he’s too valuable to you for you to let anyone hurt him. Because you didn’t try to get away. You didn’t scream. You didn’t beg for your life.
i haven’t been on tumblr for awhile…I’ve also just lurked on your blog the entire time but I’ve been your fan since 2023 and maybe even before that :) It makes me so happy to know you’re still alive somewhere in the world with me. It seems like we still like Gyutaro 🥹 I hope you’re well.
Aww thank you so so much. You are so incredibly kind for saying this.
My life has changed significantly since I started this blog. But I'm happy that you guys are still here and enjoy what I post. It means the world to me truly.
I know I took a very long break. But when I came back, I realized that you guys and my blog are the only thing that truly makes me happy. So I want to prioritize that and cherish it for as long as I can. 🥹
Yes, I still absolutely love and adore Gyotaro, and I also love the many ways you write him!
Thank you so much! I have a really fun idea for an au I've never written for before. It's pretty out there though, so I'm curious if you guys will like it. I hope so! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و
Bestie you are one of the very few people I trust to write Gyutaro well 🙏🙏 of COURSE I’ll read it!!
AWWW THANK YOU!!
I was scared people had moved on from him. But I honestly used to love writing for him so much.
I'll admit lately it's been extremely difficult for me to be happy. So I want to at least try writing for him again and hope it makes me happy like it used to :')
Do you have any fictional book recommendations? I'm trying to go back to reading. Any genre is fine :)
I recently read Light Out by Navessa Allen. And it was sooooo good, I instantly fell in love with the main love interest.
It's like a dark romance where the guy stalks the main character but I promise it's super good. (And it has smut in it)
Manga wise, I recently watched Angels of Death and I started reading the prequel. That one is also very dark but I also love the guy in that anime. Isaac Foster. He's so scrumptious. Since you like Gyutaro you might like him since he's also a villian.
I don't read much but those are my recommendations! ｡(^▽^)ゞ
I was planning to make a plushie of my OC in the future (yes, I still love her even after all these years you've known me), and while looking into it, I remembered your Etsy shop—a Gyutaro Dakimakura keychain would certainly make her happy *gigles*
My evil plan
THIS LOOKS AMAZING!!
I did make Gyutaro daki keychains, but I'm not sure if I have any left. Maybe I'll bring back my etsy though one day.
But if you do get a plush made you have to show me!! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`)
WHAT?! I don’t know who told you that. But thank you so much 😭 I have no problem with showing my face. I guess I never thought anyone cared about what I looked like.
I'm trying to get my money up cuz I would love to commission you, I'm in the middle of getting one done right now but once it's finished I want to commission you. Your art is so pretty!!!
Aww thank you so much! I definitely want to get back into the groove of drawing the way I want without a company controlling everything I do.
I’m hoping once I do that I can make some of the things I’ve always dreamt of making. And make it for others too! I would love to draw something for you 🫶
I hope that taking time to write and draw and do some creative self care will help you feel better!
I still read Against All Odds alllllll the time, no one writes Gyutaro like you!
Tbh I’m so ready to obsess over whatever you create next, demon slayer or not lol 😅💕
Aww thank you so much! I’m so honestly so flattered. I feel like Against All Odds was my best writing like ever. I enjoyed it so much. So I’m so happy people still get enjoyment out of it 🩷
I think the next step for me is just focusing on my art. And doing commissions. Will I be successful? I have no idea. But I’m gonna try >:3
Yay, I'm officially in my unemployed era! Don't feel sorry for me, this is the best decision I could have made.
As for why I left, it was because of my mental health. That's also the main reason I left tumblr last year. Things have gotten pretty much as bad as they can get. I'm on lots of medication and just don't feel like myself anymore, that's why I stayed away for so long.
But last week when I came back, being on tumblr again made me feel so genuinely happy for the first time in months.
So thank you everyone for being so kind and welcoming me back :)
Now that I no longer have a job I'll be spending most of my time drawing and making whatever kind of content you guys want. So feel free to give suggestions.
I feel kind of lost since the demon slayer fandom is kind of dead. I still love Gyutaro so much, but I want to do more than just content for him.
I was super excited for Valko but it seems he's not releasing anytime soon... so I guess in the meantime I'll just draw whatever the hell I want. I finally feel free. Yippie! ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶
