❝︎ Sitting pretty in the prime of life // I'm so tasty and the price is right // Stewing in the black dope // I'm filthy and I love it // Studebaker all gold // Got a shotgun in my pocket ❞︎ - Take a Slice, Glass Animals
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what am I listening to? NEW MAGIC WAND by Tyler, The Creator
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recent works -> Suit and Tie || Tanjiro Kamado x M!Reader ✰ Youth || Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira ✰︎ Love Languages || Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Kyojuro Rengoku, Tengen Uzui
going as each other’s ''platonic'' date to a mutual friend’s wedding
agreeing to kiss each other ''just to see what it’s like''
punching the guy who broke your best friend’s heart at [event]
refusing to admit your feelings but making up ridiculous excuses to spend time together
asking your best friend to go to prom with you as ''friends''
''i’m not in love with my best friend'' but everyone can tell you're full of shit
there’s only one bed and we decide to share it, having obviously been waiting for this moment
friends and family think we’re dating because we’re acting like a couple
sharing your first kiss with your best friend
sharing clothes because we're simply that comfortable with each other
accidentally blurting out ''i love you'' during a conversation
''i’ll kiss you right now to prove i don’t feel anything for you'' but the kiss proves the opposite
finding old letters you wrote to each other as kids, reminiscing
is there a reason you're always staring at me in class?
knowing your best friend inside out, everything from their favorite song, to the name of their favorite stuffed animal in second grade
hiding your feelings, not wanting to ruin the friendship, even going as far as avoiding each other completely, but somehow always ending up sharing an intimate moment
choosing each other for a group project, but spending more time making out than working
the first kiss, and the realization of ''it’s always been you''
starting to see each other in a different light
i’m watching you date all these other people, and i don't know what i'm feeling but it's definitely not jealousy
you don't have anyone to go to prom with so i volunteer, but we end up ditching early, and instead go for a drive around town, stopping for fast-food burgers and incredible sights
complimenting your best friend over small things, that realistically only someone who’s in love with that person would notice
that ''oh shit'' moment when the realization hits you
the ''date'' that isn't really a date but feels like one
showing up at each other’s house late at night
the location we always hung out at as kids still holds a very special place in our hearts
family and friends constantly pointing out how compatible you are with each other
one person's dropping hints about their feelings, the other one's completely oblivious
''if we're not married by the age of [age], let's do it''
hearing your best friend say you’re nothing more than friends, and dying a little on the inside, wishing you were more than that
uzui x transmasc reader who almost never has dysphoria and whose self esteem is usually up in the clouds when he's on his period and his dysphoria is running wild
The Other Side Of Paradise || Tengen Uzui x Transmasc!Reader
Warnings: Menstruation, Mentions of Body Dysphoria, & Mentions of Social Dysphoria
Word Count: 632 Words
Author's Note: Hi! Thanks for trusting me with this ask :) hopefully I've done your request justice <3 + Reader is implied to be a hashira.
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"Curled up in a grip when we were us, Fingers in a fist like you might run, I settle for a ghost I never knew, Superparadise I held on to" the other side of paradise, glass animals
Tengen notices when you're acting different, not in a bad way, of course. Your sound of pride and confident laugher is dulled, leaving behind an echoey shell of your light personality, akin to the remnants of a shout in a cave. You retreat to your room more often, skipping out on trainings when you wince and groan, clutching at your uniform in balled fists to wait out the pain. He notices the downtick of demons slayed in your reports. He hears you walk over to Shinobu's medical office, an alarming sound of shame (an emotion he thought you never felt), when you ask for more clean cloth. How you act, almost lethargically, hearing the shuffle of fabric as you once again adjust your body under warm bed sheets.
Tengen knocks once, twice, three times against your screen door. "Hey, (Y/n), can I come in?" He hears you groan quietly, adjusting again. "Yeah, of course." He opens the screen door, and finds you inside your futon, curled up into a fetal position and breathing harshly. Your demon slayer uniform is strewn about your room, haphazardly thrown along with your sword. "Shit— Are you alright? Do you need me to call Shinobu?" Uzui practically throws himself at your bedside, hands hovering above your body as you have a vice grip on a pillow. You suck in a breath through your teeth, hissing as you sit up. Waving a hand at Tengen to calm down "I'll be— fine. Just.. don't make a big deal out of it, it's embarrassing enough as it is." You adjust your yukata, tying the half-done knot so it doesn't slip off your shoulders. "I'm just dealing with my period, I'll be back to normal in a few days though, if that's what you're worried about." You explain through a wince, wrapping an arm around your abdomen and curling into yourself. Another wave of cramps.
Tengen takes the time to rub your back through the pain, and when it subsides he starts speaking, large palm resting on your shoulder blade "(Y/n), you know I'm not one to worry about someone else's performance, I'm worried about you. You can talk to me you know? I'll always be here for you." You hum noncommittally, nodding along to his words. Turning to him you ask, "Can I just talk to you? You don't have to reply, I mean— having someone to talk to about this would be great." The beads on his headpiece rattle as he nods, he grinned "Of course! For what else is my dazzling hearing for my dear!"
For the first time in a while, the corners of your lips lift in a smile as you look towards Uzui. You moved over, patting the empty side of the futon as you silently invited Uzui to join you. "Alright then. We'll talk."
You fall silent, all your words spent on one-sided conversation. You huddle closer to Tengen, legs entwined with his own as he draws shapes on your back, a heart, a star, a triangle, a circle. So on and so forth. He listened to every word and syllable you spoke, comforted your tears and worries, reassuring you when you needed it.
Tengen can tell you're drifting off, the pain medication you mentioned that Shinobu offered you finally kicking in. Your eyes flutter in the light of the setting sun, you mumble out a quiet "Thanks, Tengen." Before your eyes close, and you fall slack against your pillow. Uzui steps out of your futon, quietly and carefully, looking on in adoration as he kisses your forehead. He replies with "Of course, (Y/n)" even if you can't hear it. And with the click of the screen door, he's off to bring you comfort items, remembering the things you mentioned beforehand.
holy SHIT it's been a long time since I posted. I've been busy lmao. I got a job (and it's kicking my ass), I'm now a month and a half on Testosterone. WOO! so many things to do, not enough time. Hopefully by the end of the week I'll have some things out & posted!
Love Languages || Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Kyojuro Rengoku, Tengen Uzui
warnings: N/A
word count: 1017 words
author's note: I love analyzing characters, so maybe I'll do another one with attachment styles hehe
"You know I love you, so let me into your heart, do you really love me?" me and your mama, childish gambino
Tanjiro Kamado's love languages are...
-> Acts of Service
Tanjiro wants nothing more than to make you happy, even if it means picking up a few more chores around the house. He really doesn't mind, and it puts him at ease to know you're relaxed and content.
He wakes up bright and early to make you breakfast, take care of you when you're sick, and he does the chores you don't like doing. Along with many other things he can do for you!
-> Quality Time
Tanjiro likes being by your side, whether taking some extra time while getting ready in the morning or staying awake at night and talking until you two get sleepy, he wants to be close to you.
He'll slow his pace when walking with you, taking your hand in his as he stops and admires the scenery (and you) He enjoys baking with you, making sweet treats filled with love as you two make idle conversation, He loves cuddling you and talking, feeling your breath on his neck when you talk about the latest events in your life.
Zenitsu Agatsuma's love languages are...
-> Physical Touch
Zenitsu is very, very touchy. He grabs at your fingers and at your clothes, he subconsciously keeps close to you in fear of losing you. He likes to touch your skin, rub his fingers over any scars or blemishes. He hugs you when he wakes up, when he's happy, when he's upset, after a mission. Even when he's aching and hurt.
He loves cuddling, big spoon, little spoon, it doesn't matter (as long as he can reach to kiss you) he'll snuggle up to your chest to hear your heartbeat and if you run your hand through his hair he'll be in ecstasy. He loves holding your hands and kissing each knuckle.
-> Words of Affirmation
Zenitsu is really self-deprecating, he hates himself for being so cowardly, but when you voice that you love him, affirm it's okay to feel fear, encourage him to try new things, he realizes that he's worthy of love. He never wants you to feel what he feels, so he constantly tells you his feelings for you, vocalizing his affections with a blush on his face.
When you tell him you love him, especially when it sounds so warm and tender he tears up. He's eternally grateful to have found you. He snuggles up to you and holds you tightly, whispering how much he adores you. He'll interrupt himself with small pecks to your face and lips but he always continues on with his words.
Kyojuro Rengoku's love languages are...
-> Words of Affirmation
Kyojuro adores showering you in praise and compliments, cheering you on even with the most simple tasks. He likes to wax poetry on your beauty, your strength, and all the other wonderful features you have that he could speak for hours about. At night though, when you're settling for bed his words are soft and gentle, comparing his love for you to the great depth of the ocean.
He often brags to the other hashiras about you, whether or not you're there. He thinks he's blessed to have someone like you in his life, and he's never ashamed to state it out loud to anyone who'll hear. He'd shout his love for you from the rooftops if you asked. He's deeply affected by any words of affirmation from you, it impacts him a lot. With the death of his mother and the rejection from his father, he rarely hears words of encouragement or an "I'm proud of you." from anyone dear to him. You'll see the corners of his smile falter, and you'll see a profound expression on his face when he looks at you.
-> Quality Time
With his duties as a hashira, he savors each and every moment he spends with you. Even if it seems small and menial he dedicates the smallest things to memory. If you were busy with your own things he'd be content to watch, seeing you so focused on something captures his attention like no other. One of the things he enjoys the most is resting with you, being close to each other physically soothes his soul.
Whenever he comes back to the Rengoku estate and sees you doing things around the house, or even resting outside and reading something, he always goes to you first. Even if he's exhausted and sore, the first thing he'll do is spend some time with you alone to talk. He loves it when you spend time with him while unwinding, taking a bath together, cleaning a room, and even going out to shop hand in hand.
Tengen Uzui's love languages are...
-> Gift Giving
He loves giving you extravagant clothes and accessories. With all the money he earns as a hashira he ensures himself, you, and his spouses live luxuriously and flamboyantly. Fine silk, intricate cloth, glittering hair pins, earrings, rings, bracelets, you want it? name it and he'll buy it for you.
He has a soft spot for handmade crafts though. When he comes back from a stressful mission, you're there with a little trinket in hand he finds himself being a little more indulgent and hugging you tighter than usual. Any handmade clothes gifted to him are worn until they have holes in them, the cloth being a piece of you that stays with him even if he's not next to you.
-> Physical Touch
One thing I'll say, Tengen is unashamed when it comes to PDA. He'll openly have a hand rested on your waist, he'll playfully pinch at your skin while eating dinner, he'll have his hands inching lower and lower down your back while he kisses you in the middle of a street. He's the type of guy to slap your ass as you walk away, whether you go and slap his is up to you though ;)
Cuddle piles with your spouses are a must. Even if it means Tengen picking all four of you up and dropping you on the bed you'll stay and huddle up to him. Staying close physically when Tengen is home is always important. It's the small things that matter too, a hand on his arm when cooking together, grabbing his hands and intertwining your fingers together as you share some good news, or a gentle caress when he's upset.
Summary: small moments sometimes turn out to be the most meaningful.
Author's Note: felt nostalgic today, listened to how to be a human being again and this happened.
"Boy, I want you to be happy, Free to run, get dizzy on caffeine, Funny friends that make you laugh, and maybe you're just a little bit dappy." youth, glass animals
Tanjiro Kamado
Night fell upon the wisteria house you two were residing in, the sunset marked a time where everything slowed down.
You could tell Tanjiro was bored, sitting up in his futon and staring at the wall. Nezuko was surprisingly asleep, her energy sapped from a fight.
"Hey, Tanjiro" You had taken out a deck of cards in your haori folded at the end of your futon. Shuffling them with a precision Tanjiro had never seen before. "Wanna play something?"
Before he knew it Tanjiro was playing a game with you, blankets offset from the futon, you laughing when you absolutely swindled him at a pretend-gambling game. He was extremely proud of himself when he beat you (even though you went easy on him)
A playful shine in his eyes and a sly smile when you two settled down. It was during the nth round of go fish when he yawned
As he passed the cards back and went to sleep Tanjiro felt grateful that you had invited him to play. Falling asleep with the same feeling of playful camaraderie he once felt long ago.
Zenitsu Agatsuma
He landed himself in the butterfly mansion again, he'd always manage to get injured during missions.
As he was stuck inside the medical ward you went to pick a multitude of flowers; red, yellow, pink, orange, purple and many more. Unknown to Zenitsu.
To his surprise you returned to him with an armful of flowers, ready to twist them into little rings and crowns. As you finished one up he had asked you to teach him to make one, Of course you obliged.
His first flower crown was kinda wonky, but you wore it with pride, bending down so he could place it on your head. You had placed a few on his head too, making it look more like a wreath of colorful flowers rather than a singular link.
Most of the flowers were gone by the time you two finished up, only stray leaves and pollen on the sterile blanket Zenitsu was under.
You reached for his hand and dragged him out the bed, you two were passing around flower crowns to the other people in the butterfly mansion with giggles and giddy expressions.
Inosuke Hashibira
This time you had to spend time recovering from an injury, turns out landing wrong on one foot can do a lot of damage.
Inosuke waited impatiently, dropping by between his solo missions and pushing you to get better.
Aoi had filled your request for some colored thread, and while on bed rest you made a pair of friendship bracelets, hoping to give one to Inosuke the next time he visited.
"I can't wait to beat you into the dirt (Y/n)!" Inosuke looked excited to see you almost recovered. As he shook his fists you had told him to keep one out, and he did.
He looked at you curiously when you tied the bracelet around his wrist, the ends bobbing up and down with his slight movements. "I made you something, 'nosuke" You had hoped he liked it, because he was oddly quiet
"It makes my wrist feel weird." You could almost see his confused expression under the boar mask. He kept shaking his fist and seeing the threaded bracelet move around "Do you not like it? I can take it off you if you want."
"Hell no! I'm keeping this on forever!" He pumped his fist in the air, and you giggled. Even though it hurt you raised a sore arm up to match him. Inosuke snorted before running off, probably to brag about the bracelet.
warnings: suggestive content, alcohol, don't drink and drive folks
word count: 3041 words
pronouns: he/him
author's note: set in a modern au + a business kny au! I really enjoyed writing this one :DD the key song for this one is SexyBack by Justin Timberlake and Timbaland
"Tanjiro had hooked his fingers under your tie and pulled, loosening it enough to reach the buttons on your shirt above your warm skin."
Going to a formal event for the first time was both nerve racking and exciting. Shinobu had invited her coworkers and the interns (including you, Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenitsu) to her own mansion. It looked incredible, and when you arrived Shinobu's secretary Kanao greeted you. She was around your age and you saw her scurrying around the office occasionally, dropping files without a word.
To say you were nervous was kind of an understatement, you had to tie your tie three times before it looked right and you hoped you didn't look like a child in their parent's business suit. As you were fretting a certain red haired coworker of yours placed his calloused hand on your shoulder, surprising you. You jumped and looked behind you, getting a small chuckle from the man behind you.
"Tanjiro! It's so nice to see you tonight!" You went out to shake his hand when he pulled you into a side hug, you were kinda used to it, him being way more touchy with you than other people. You kinda assumed it was because he felt comfortable around you but you couldn't say for sure.
He let go of you and smiled, you saw his eyes flicker up and down your body but said nothing of it, it was most likely your imagination right? "Hi (Y/n), it's nice seeing you too! Zenitsu and Inosuke are coming by a little later. They said something about car issues but that could mean anything with that pair.." Tanjiro looked at a message on his phone before putting it back in his pocket.
"Well, anyways. We should actually head into the party yeah?" Tanjiro said meanwhile grabbing at the cuff of your suit jacket, lightly tugging with his index and thumb. You nodded with a small 'yeah' and walked to the banquet hall together. You stopped to glance at his formalwear, a dark brown two piece suit all put together with a burgundy Windsor knot tie. It really brought his whole outfit to a whole new level, matching the color of his hair and eyes to bring out his features. You thought he looked handsome.
It was too bad you were extremely obvious when you glanced at him multiple times, especially when Tanjiro had his full focus on you. And as you two entered the hall he had seen the surprised look on your face when the doors fully opened, dedicating it to memory.
After some internal 'woahh's and 'holy shit!'s you calmed down and invited Tanjiro to stick together, both to be near him and in fear of getting lost in the crowd that had amassed. Some of the pillars of the company, Rengoku and Giyu, beat you to it. Talking to Tanjiro casually even when he tried leaving the conversation. Looping him back in with a question.
Before you knew it you were at your assigned table, drinking special wisteria champagne from a fancy glass and looking out for your favorite coworker.
Okay, you managed to get away from the party for a few moments, Okay, deep breaths. The atmosphere had gotten suffocating, and you desperately needed a break from the high-energy atmosphere. You managed to slip into an empty hall and lean back against the wall, the boozy scent in your breath noticeable after drinking two of those yummy champagne drinks.
As you shoved off your suit jacket to get rid of heat on your back, throwing it on a nearby bench, you could've sworn someone said your name. Tanjiro was walking down the hall, a concerned look on his face when he saw you slumped in a hallway. He had stood in front of you and put his hand out, an invitation for you to stand next to him. You took his rough hand and stood up, a small groan coming out of your mouth as you did so.
"(Y/n), are you okay? I was looking for you." Tanjiro said, the concern in his voice clear and noticeable. You took a final deep breath before taking your suit jacket into your hands again. "I'm fine, needed a breather. It was too loud in the main room. It's not like you needed me with you anyways." Shit. That came out way more bitter than you thought.
Tanjiro faltered for a second, sensing the slight melancholic scent of your emotions with a touch of alcohol. Had you been drinking? He touched your arm, "Why don't we talk somewhere else? Somewhere with less noise. I want to talk to you." He tugged at your long sleeve dress shirt, pulling where the fabric was loose. "Sure," you had said, grabbing at his hand "Lead the way Mr. Kamado." He flushed, even though he was already pink too. Did he also have that champagne?
After enough wandering through the hallways (together this time) you two had found an unlocked door, Tanjiro pushed it open and let you in first, you looked around and saw a grand piano, music stands, spare music sheets, and used rosin thrown haphazardly. There was a large window in the middle of the room leading to a view of an internal garden, a willow tree stood by a rock garden with a small pond, the water rippling and distorting the moonlight's gaze.
There was a comfortable looking bench in front of the window, it looked worn and well-loved. Tanjiro had watched as you looked around and sat by the window, watching the garden like it was something new to you. You heard the door click shut, and Tanjiro's steps as he sat next to you. The bench creaked, and for a few seconds you thought it would break under you.
You could hear Tanjiro's breathing, steady and slightly nervous. You could smell his cologne along with the undertones of his scent you knew. He flexed his hands on his thighs, the smooth skin with small scars looked pretty in the moonlight. Eyes turned down to avoid the tense air. On second thought, maybe it was you but you smelled the champagne on him. "Did you drink, Tanjiro?" His head snapped up to meet yours
"I said that out loud didn't I? Sorry.." you laughed awkwardly and looked out the window, begging for an interruption to distract you. "No you're fine, I did drink. Rengoku told me to try one of the wisteria drinks Shinobu had patented, and Giyu invited me to a glass of wine." He had fidgeted, massaging the knuckles in his hand. "They we're both good, the wine was a little strong for me, the smells were overpowering. But I don't think I'll drink either after this, I'm not much for alcohol." He rambled on. The flush on his face growing darker by the second.
You laughed, "I could tell, you would always act so awkward when our coworkers would invite us to a bar after work. It doesn't hurt to try things once in a while though." You nudged him and winked, scooting closer to him, feeling his dress pants brush against yours.
A comfortable silence fell upon you both, Tanjiro geared up to say something, he looked focused before looking to you. "I, I really like how you look tonight, (Y/n). Your suit is so well-fitted, I can't help but stare." He let out a quiet sigh after admitting that he was staring at you. Now he had really been blushing, twirling at the fuzz on the bench with one finger.
You placed a hand on his, feeling the warmth that ran through his body. "I think you look good too," a shaky sigh left you involuntary, the effects of the champagne leaving the tips of your fingers tingly "really good, Tanjiro. I would say more but I don't want to embarrass myself or make you uncomfortable." You ran your thumb across his skin, feeling small goosebumps on the back of his hand.
Tanjiro leaned towards you, his thigh pressing against yours. He took a calloused hand and put it to your cheek, tilting it to look at him. He was always so warm, his fingers felt like they were imprinted onto your skin. You felt his breath fan your face, and his eyes burrowed into you, asking to spare a part of yourself deep within you to him. "You can say it, I don't mind. I want to hear you, (Y/n)." he whispered. You could barely hear the syllables spoken out loud, his hand inching down from your cheek to grab at your chin. Dragging his touch like spreading an ink brush across paper.
Oh. Wow, okay. You were sure you were shaking, your knees felt like jelly. You would probably fall over if you stood up. You swallowed thickly before saying "I think you look really handsome, alluring even. Everything about you just does something to me, especially tonight." Tanjiro inched forward, thumb barely touching the bottom of your lip. You inhaled sharply when he suddenly kissed you, reaching to grab his upper arm, lightly caressing the fabric of his suit.
He pulled away first, eyes dilated and wanting. He saw how the tie on your suit was moving to match with your breaths. Tanjiro surged forwards, itching to get another taste of you. You leaned back to him, almost bumping your noses in the heat of the moment. He took one hand and put it on your neck, thumb caressing your jawline, a pinky under the collar of your button up, and feeling your heartbeat through the vein in your neck. He felt you shiver, a quiet noise escaping your mouth when you had reached up to put your arms around his neck. Tanjiro separated from you again before diving back in with small kisses, ones on your lips and near them where he missed.
He got up from the bench all the while showing you affection. Rubbing at your cheekbone with one hand while the other stretched down, Tanjiro had hooked his fingers under your tie and pulled, loosening it enough to reach the buttons on your shirt above your warm skin. He was leaning over you now, the hand on your cheek going to your thigh for leverage. He blocked the moonlight from reaching you. "Wait— wait Tanjiro," he paused, looking at you with something you couldn't recognize. "Are you sure you want this? You want me?" You asked, maybe he would regret this once the buzz wears off, or if he was just toying with you, wanting to see how desperate you were.
"I've always wanted you (Y/n), wholly and completely. You're everything I want, and I want this with you." He had responded sincerely, a gentle smile on his face. With that response you practically jumped up and grabbed his waist to kiss him once more. A blush blooming on his cheeks as you pushed him against the wall. He fidgeted with the first two buttons on your shirt, he could feel the heat radiating off your skin. He wanted to see what it was like to taste your skin, how you would cry out for him in the throes of passion. As you nipped at his jawline, pressed small pecks on lips before taking his breath with one large one. Warm hands went through his neat hairstyle, disheveling it. When you reached the nape of his neck and tugged on the small strands he let out a moan, surprised at the sensation. With an unknowing strength he flipped you around, your back hitting the wall with a thud, finding you with a shocked look on your face. Your eyes dark and tainted by the command of lust.
You licked your lips, an invitation for him to dive back into you. He accepted, reciprocating an open mouth kiss, your breaths mingling together. The sounds in the music room weren't of string instruments and the grand piano but of rustling clothes and lips meeting. Hands wandered to unbutton stiff fabric, the occasional touch had a groan or a stifled noise in response, a pleasure coming from the close contact. He had lingered around your throat, fingers flitting down the space between the open buttons of your shirt. Tanjiro licked your bottom lip and you gladly let him in, pulling him in closer by his hips. He was languid and slow, eager to play a waiting game to see what you would do in return. He keened into your mouth when you tugged at his hair, pulling him infinitely closer to you. You could taste a hint of the bubbly wisteria champagne he had and a darker tone of the wine intruding. You retreated, watching Tanjiro's reaction at the lack of contact. His lips were puffy and glossy, his breathing erratic and his heart fluttered in his chest. You took him back in with a "C'mere." soon followed a quiet kiss with the promise of something deeper. A hand clenched around the waves in his hair, the other gripping onto Tanjiro's waist. You had rolled your hips out of instinct, the heated desire to be even closer now more prevalent. He had let out a desperate little noise, one only to be heard by you in situations like this.
Tanjiro had froze, eyes going wide and a hand covering his mouth. His face a bright red. He had hoped no one heard him, there was no lock on the door, and anyone could be out in the hall. You two stood still in fear of someone catching you. The tense moment passed waiting for steps in the hall or someone to open the door. Once everything had fallen into the regular silence, except your heavy breathing, Tanjiro's eyes flicked between your face and your neck. He had made his decision. You let out a gasp when he went to kiss your throat, first at your Adam's apple. He was soft and attentive, listening and reacting when you shivered or pulled him tighter to you. He nipped and sucked at the tender flesh, being sure to leave marks. Tanjiro hadn't known for how long he wanted to do this, it had seemed like an eternity's worth of time had passed since his first thought of leaving pretty bruises on your neck. Now as he did so he thought he was in the highest heaven, the whimpers and moans you would let out spurred him on, biting lightly on the blooming marks. Licking at them afterwards to soothe the skin. The quiet hiss of his name from your mouth satisfied him.
Tanjiro stopped his affections, choosing to rest his head in the crook of your neck. He let out a deep sigh, and his hands went to yours. Holding them gently, a drastic change from how bold he was moments before. You patted his hair down, moving the mussed up strands to their proper place as best you could. Some still stuck out, the proof of your tugging. He had begun to button up your shirt, the marks he left somewhat hidden by the white fabric. Some still showed, the ones on your jaw and Adam's apple looked blurry in the moonlight. A puff of air left you as he adjusted your tie and fixed your collar. Folding the crisp edge between forefinger and thumb. He had put a great amount of detail in fixing your outfit.
That time was passed in silence, hearing the muffled sounds of party-goers and footsteps passing in the halls. "Tanjiro," he flinched, hesitant eyes looking to you. "Do you.. want to leave? I doubt we can go back to the party like this," you gestured to your neck and creased shirt "People would probably ask where we've been and what we were doing." A hand linked with yours once more, fingers fitting together. He nodded, "We should go, and preferably before any of the pillars see us." He said.
The two of you left when the coast was clear, sneaking through empty halls to the entrance again. It was now barren, everyone invited now deeper into the mansion. You two were almost out, almost. A certain duo had arrived fashionably late, rushing to get into the banquet hall. Zenitsu made a full stop when he saw you two, hand in hand, leaving early. Inosuke ran into his side, wondering what was going on. "Um, Hi guys!" Tanjiro had practically shouted. His grip on your hand tighter than before. "What.. are you two doing?" Zenitsu questioned, Inosuke was just staring at you two. "Wait. Don't tell me you two–" Inosuke let out a cackle, "You two totally made out somewhere huh!? About damn time!!" Zenitsu looked shocked that Inosuke said it out loud, but by the way you and Tanjiro had appeared it was easy to figure out. "I– Don't say it out loud idiot!" He had bumped Inosuke with his elbow, "I mean, you Tanjiro? Did (Y/n) drag you into this? Did he?" Zenitsu was practically interrogating him.
Footsteps approached, ones that were confident and steady. The booming voice of Kyojuro Rengoku grew nearer. You pulled Tanjiro out of the "conversation" he was having with Zenitsu. When Rengoku's bright yellow and red hair came into view around the corner, you dragged Tanjiro out of the entrance and to the crisp air outside. You said some quick goodbyes as you left to Zenitsu and Inosuke, telling them to enjoy the party.
The moonlight looked pretty as you caught your breath from sneaking around. Tanjiro's earrings waved in the breeze as he looked at you, he was giddy at the thought of leaving early, but a small part of him felt discontent with you slipping through his grasp so soon. "Well, we have a lot to talk about huh?" You started, "Maybe we should meet up tomorrow to talk about us, I guess."
Tanjiro nodded, a quiet "yeah." escaping with a yawn. You approached him and kissed his cheek, a tender moment in the brisk air. "I'll see you tomorrow then, Tanjiro." He watched with a smile as you walked off, heading to your car and driving off into the night. He stood in place for a few more minutes, a hand going to the cheek where you had placed a sweet kiss, before eventually driving off himself.
Life Itself || Tanjiro Kamado, Kyojuro Rengoku, Tengen Uzui
warnings: spoilers for the Mugen Train & the Entertainment District arcs, blood, injuries
word count: 525 words
summary: when life kicks you down, you get up again.
author's note: can you tell I really like glass animals lol
"Come back down to my knees, be like them, lean back and breathe" life itself, glass animals
Tanjiro Kamado
In the midst of the destruction you're in, you're somehow alive. Your comrades are nowhere in sight, and you feel warm blood pooling around you
Something in you feels like it's burning, and you manage claw out of the rubble, your sword being used as support to stand up
You see the upper moon advancing towards a kneeling Tanjiro, and you freeze. You can only watch as Tanjiro hits the upper moon with a kunai and pins him down with his sword.
The burning in your lungs, spreading to your limbs, spurring on your hands to tighten around your sword snaps you out of your trance and you move without thinking
Tanjiro sees you rush forward, your hoarse voice calling out "Flame Breathing, First Form: Unknowing Fire" Your sword hits Tanjiro's and he sees a spark of red before his sword digs even deeper into the upper moon's neck
That is, before the demon's blood art pushes the both of you back, and you two have to deflect the blood blades that are increasing in attack speed.
Kyojuro Rengoku
The mugen train was much more precarious than expected, you slept while one of the train demon's minions entered your subconscious, attempting to shatter your spiritual core
As a hashira your self preservation instinct was strong, leaving your body to trap the minion within a headlock, squeezing down to block airflow
You finally woke up in the chaos of the transformed train, watching as flesh tentacles inched towards innocent passengers. In an instant you went to work
Your sword cleaved through flesh as you met up in the middle of the train with Rengoku and your junior, Tanjiro.
Both you and Rengoku agreed on you defending the front four cars with him guarding the back 4, and as soon as he said that he went back in a flurry of flames
Both you and Tanjiro made it to the train's engine room, you stayed behind to keep the passengers safe, and when you heard the demon screech when it was decapitated you knew he succeeded
And now you had to make sure the passengers were safe from the oncoming derailment of the train
Tengen Uzui
You were the only one of Tengen's spouses to actually be a demon slayer, a high ranked one at that
When the time came to infiltrate the Red Light district you, Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru volunteered
You hadn't run into trouble yet, your reports to your husband finding their way to him. You've haven't heard from one of his wives and that's what worried you
You've heard rumors of a certain house, with a certain Oiran, before you could do anything though, your torso was wrapped with a pink obi and you were tangled in it, forced into a temporary slumber.
You wake up to see a boar headed boy attacking the wiggling obi, Suma and Makio are awake too. The muscle mice bring out your blade and you start tearing at the web of that pink obi, careful to not cut any of the women still trapped inside
You hear a large boom coming from above the cavern and you smile, your husband's here.
can u do hcs of tanjiro falling in love with a reader who is tengen's sister
FALLING IN LOVE WITH TENGEN'S SISTER
pairing: Kamado Tanjiro x fem!reader
genre: fluff
As Tengen's sister, you have spent a large part of your life in the shadow world of the Shinobi, where each mission is executed with deadly precision and without regard to one's life. Sacrifice yourself if needed be for the sake of training and become better, such is the fate that have befell many of your siblings.
Tengen, seeing the effect this life has had on those closest and dearest to him, does not want the same thing to happen to you, one of his surviving siblings. So he left, bringing you along with him.
Somehow, life pushes you into becoming a Demon Slayer, a livelihood that perhaps is even deadlier than your last one, and also demands some semblance of secrecy but not to the degree of your old life.
You have the freedom to express yourself (and be flamboyant, as your brother would put it).
As his tsuguko, you learned Sound Breathing from him, and although some of his dramatic tendencies may have rubbed off on you, you’re nowhere as flashy as he is.
“Come on, (Y/N)! You can do that move more flamboyantly!! Again!!” “Honestly, onii-chan, I’m not sure a demon cares about how flashy I am when I’m trying to take its head off.” “If they’re gonna die anyways, at least try to give them a performance, would ya? It’s probably going to be the last thing they see.”
You’re returning from a mission, but instead of going back to the Sound Estate you walk to the Butterfly Estate. Ever since Suma, Makio, and Hinatsuru went undercover in Yoshiwara, your home has been a little quieter, devoid of the daily banter and fighting between the three wives, as well as their pampering and fussing over you whenever you come back injured. (You miss them, and every day you pray for their safety).
It’s there that you meet the 3 Slayers currently recovering from their mission. Zenitsu freaked you out with his marriage proposal on the first meeting. Inosuke almost knocked you over with his insistence for a duel. And Tanjiro...
Of course you’ve heard of the Kamado siblings from Tengen, and at first you’re weary around him.
But he’s just so welcoming with you??? Like so genuinely friendly and kind and truly wanting to talk to you that you can’t help but quickly warm up to him.
Everything that comes from him has no trace of deception, and it makes you want to believe the things he said about his sister.
When you and Nezuko first met it was in the middle of the night. You had a nightmare about the life that you left behind, and like you usually do when this happens, you go out into the garden to get some fresh air. You begin to hum a song, a lullaby that was sung to you by your mother on nights when you can pretend that things are normal.
Nezuko, awake and attracted to your voice, finds you under a flowering tree. You almost jumped out of your skin, quickly realizing that this is the fabled Kamado sister. You abruptly stop, which seem to disappoint Nezuko, who wanted to hear more of your voice.
You’re aware of the pumping of your heart, your eyes following her every movement as she sits a distance away from you. You begin to unconsciously hum, a habit developed in order to help whenever you’re nervous. Nezuko closes her eyes to savor your voice, and you pick up on what she’s doing.
“Do you...like my singing?” “Hmm, hmm!!” “Do you want me to keep singing?” “Hmm!!!!”
Seeing her nod eagerly, you can’t help but deadpan, not expecting your night to go this way. But singing, that you can do.
You become more relaxed over time once you know that Nezuko really does pose no harm, and soon you let yourself go with the flow, humming whatever song comes to mind.
At one point, Nezuko goes to sleep again, lulled into slumber by you. You let her slump against you, a smile on your face at the peaceful look on her face. When she’s like this, it’s easy to forget that she’s a demon, and only a child that has been turned against her will.
“You can come out now, Tanjiro.”
Tanjiro jolts from where he was, sheepish as he locks eyes with you. He hadn’t been able to sleep, and had went out to the garden when he heard you. You shake your head at him and offers for him to seat.
“Sorry, I just didn’t want to interrupt you.” “It’s okay, I don’t mind.” You absentmindedly run your hand through Nezuko’s hair, whose head is now on your lap. “Your singing is very beautiful!” “O-oh, thank you.” You cheeks become warm at the compliment.
Look, it doesn’t matter if you’re actually good at singing or not, this boy is still going to be in awe of your voice. It’s just so comforting and calming to him, and a part of him can’t help but want to hear more of you. (And we all know Tanjiro can’t lie for the life of him).
Those kinds of nights become somewhat common. Sometimes it’s just you and Tanjiro, sometimes Nezuko would join. But there would always be some singing, some talking, sometimes even laughing.
You can’t remember the last time you’re so open and vulnerable towards another person who’s not your brother or his wives. But Tanjiro is just so easy to open to, he’s attentive to everything you say, and never fails to comfort you when the memories become too much.
Whether you wanted to or not, he soon has a special place in your heart.
And (to his confusion) Tanjiro begins to notice more about you. He notices how you would tap your fingers to the beat of the song you’re singing. Can’t take his eyes off you when he sees you train or fight, amazed at your ability as a tsuguko.
He sees how when you’ve beheaded a demon, you would face them quietly to hum a soothing lullaby to them, as it to help ease them into their death and comfort them. His heart bursts when he sees this kindness of yours.
He sees you teaching the girls at the Butterfly Estate different songs, hears you bickering playfully with the boys, and notices how you go about life with an unwillingness to be slowed down by your past. He notices your laugh, just as enchanting as your voice, that leaves him red in the face and a butterfly zoo that could rival the one in the garden erupting in his stomach.
Sometimes, he wishes he has Zenitsu’s hearing ability, just so he can hear what beautiful symphony you must be making.
Everything about you makes him unable to look away.
At first, he has no name to describe the feeling that has been growing whenever he’s around you, a kind of warmth that both overwhelm and enrapture him, making him stutter and reduced into a floundering mess just because you make eye contact with him.
One night, you’re singing as usual, with Nezuko’s head on your lap. But tonight you’re singing a love song, and something in the lyrics just seem to resonate with him a little too much. It’s only when he looks at you – moonlight-soaked and star-drenched, singing about the feelings of a girl to the boy she loves – does he finally understand.
Oh. Oh
Tanjiro was hesitant about telling you his feelings, since it’s the first time he felt this way, and he was afraid that you don’t reciprocate them. But his feelings became too much, and he has to tell you less he loses his mind. (And also because Zenitsu talked him into it once he realizes what’s going on).
So, he resolved to confess to you once he’s done with his latest mission.
But then Tengen comes to pick his tsuguko up for the undercover mission in the Red Light District, reluctantly bringing along the three Slayers with him.
(Tanjiro knows Tengen’s your brother, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t try to headbutt him for suddenly kidnapping you and treating you like a sack of potatoes).
Uzui Tengen’s no fool, he sees the less than subtle glances you would give the Kamado boy, and the way the boy’s burgundy eyes would look at you with an emotion that he’s too familiar with.
“Kamado, I need to talk with you for a moment.”
Tengen swears to you that they’re just going to talk, and that absolutely nothing will happen.
“If you break my sister’s heart, I will make sure you go out flamboyantly, do you understand?”
“...Yes sir.”
But we all know the last thing he’ll do is break your heart.
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