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Giyuu Tomioka

Giyuu Tomioka loves his crazy S/O

the hashiras + the trio (tanjiro, inosuke, and zenitsu) reaction to reader, a fellow hashira, getting turned into a demon against their will right in front of them…in the middle of a fight? (reader is crying, and saying, ‘no! i want to be a human. i don’t want to…no, no, no- i’m sorry. i’m sorry, i…was so weak. forgive me…’) and then they’re forced to fight reader, who was so, so friendly and patient with them while they were human…but now, they’re an incredibly strong swordfighting demon, fighting alongside the upper moon demon who turned them. (do they k!ll reader, knock them out and tie them up… or will they turn it into another nezuko situation?…)

(The hashira are seperate but the trio will be together)

Demon slayer masterlist

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Rengoku

He didn't even have to do anything you just passed out

Turns out the rapid change was too much for you body so you were out like a light

When you woke up you were restrained in a windowless room with him sleeping at your bed side

Tengen

He knocked you out by accident while going for the kill

His sword was going for your neck so you dodged by ducking but unfortunately for you his knee was right there

Sanemi

Kills you

I don't think I'd have to explain this much

If Genya was there he'd be protecting you nd swearing to Sanemi that you could be like nezuko

Sanemi, of course, doesn't listen and push him away from you as he goes for the final blow

Obanai

Kills you

Even if you were in a situation like nezukos

It's nothing personal it's just that he doesn't think a demon is capable of control even after meeting nezuko

Muichirou

Before getting his memories back he would kill you but after he wouldn't

Giyuu

He hopes that your situation is like nezuko's

If it is he will tell kagaya about you but not the others and keeps you at his estate

If you aren't like nezuko that would be his 13th reason he would k

Mitsuri

She takes her job as a hashira very seriously

Just the thought of killing you breaks her heart but she doesn't want to out anyone in danger by keeping you alive

She feels like she has to kill you so she does

Shinobu

She cant

Like she literally even if she wanted to

The best she could do was knock you out

The poison wasn't strong enough to kill you, only weaken you

She'll devote herself to finding a cure just like tanjiro did

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What started off as a regular ranked mission turned into a hashira rank as upper moon 3, Akaza, arrived.

A fight started with you all having a major advantage and not giving him a chance to adjust to the constant barade of attacks.

"4 against 1, that's hardly fair. Let's even the playing field, shall we?" Akaza said as he created some distance between all of you. His eyes wondered over each one of you like a predator deciding which to eat first.

His gaze landed on you and before you could react he plunged 2 fingers into you head, allowing his blood to flow into you.

Inosuke acted first, running towards you both swords swinging at Akaza. Tanjiro was next pulling you away from the upper moon as your veins started to show from your skin.

Tanjiro got you a good distance away and laid you on your back, Zenitsu was bouncing all around you in worry. Your eyes we're rolling to the back of your head.

"I- I'm so- rry- I was too.... Too weak" You sobbed as you chocked on your own blood.

Your vision became clouded.

In that moment you lost all control.

Your nails dug into tanjiro's arm as your speech turned inaudible, you tried to pull him toward you in an attempt to bite him.

Zenitsu wrapped his arms around your middle and ripped you away from him.

"CONTROL YOURSELF Y/N" he screeched, tears free falling from his eyes.

Your limbs struck him wildly.

Tanjiro tried to hold your arms.

Inosuke distracted himself with the Akaza. He didn't want what happened to rengoku to happen to you.

"You can fight it y/n, I know you can. Your one of the strongest people I know. PLEASE."

They struggled for hours to get you to calm down.

Akaza left.

Inosuke was ready to beat you into submission if you didn't control yourself.

One punch did the tick and something inside you snapped and everything became clear.

However your body couldn't keep up and so you fell unconscious.

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Do you think you can do a part 2 with Male Reader meeting tanjiro's group and a include nezuko please

Yepp👌. I'm so glad someone finally asked to tanijro's group.

Tanjiro + Nezuko

It's was night so Tanjiro thought it would be a good idea to let Nezuko stretch her legs.

You were in the area when you sensed a demon and went towards it.

When you saw Nezuko you didn't see Tanjiro or anyone else for that matter and went for the kill.

You were blocked by Tanjiro's sword.

"Please wait she's not gonna hurt anyone." He pleaded pushing back against your blade.

You looked at the demon in question she didn't look like she was gonna hurt anyone, so you took a chance and decided to let her go.

Tanjiro sighed out of relief falling to his knees to bow. "Thank you so much Mr. I-" when he looked up you had disappeared. Even Nezuko was looking around for you.

Inosuke

It's not the first time he saw you but this is the first time you've come face to face.

He saw you from afar as you killed demons. He thought you were cool, you also where he got the idea to be a dual wielder.

Back to the present

"HEY FIRE GUY, FIGHT ME." He yelled at you while running towards you, swinging is blades like a mad man.

When he was running you walked out of his sight thanks to the trees so when he got yo where you were you were gone.

This only sparked his interest more. One day he swears he's gonna fight you.

Zenitsu

You were only trying to help seeing as he was trying to get as far away from the demon as possible.

When he saw you he passed out immediately.

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1/6 requests done.

Kamaboko Squad as Physical Touches

Tanjiro

Touching foreheads

"(Y/N)! I'm so glad you're okay." After the destructive battle with an Upper Moon, he immediately ran over to you when he spotted you. He cupped your face and brought it closer to his as he gently leans his forehead against yours, smiling warmly. You knew the unspoken words to what the gesture meant. 'I'll always protect you.' 'I'll keep you safe.' It was endearing, protective and full of love.

Holding hands during a stressful situation

You felt his calloused hand slip into yours. His eyes focused ahead of him, focusing on the demon in front of you two. In a way, it comforted you. It was his way of saying 'I'm here.' 'It's okay.' It had become almost ritualistic every time the two of you were near danger, he would immediately grab your hand to keep you close to him. "I won't let anything happen to you."

Forehead kisses

Usually followed after he gingerly presses his forehead against yours. Always after the two of you were safe. Or when you were recovering in the Butterfly Estate. Everything about him was warm and comforting. 'I care about you.' 'I'm happy you're here.' The soft kiss to your forehead always surprised you and made your face glow warmly.

Zenitsu

Smiling in-between kisses

Every time he saw you, he began showering you in kisses. I mean, how could he not? You were his everything. His smile was always contagious. You made him so happy, you saw him for his worth not for money or anything else. Just for him. Just as he had made you happy.

Nudging into the crook of your neck

During your moments alone together, he would love to nudge his face into the crook of your neck. It made him feel so warm and safe. It let him confirm that you were real and it wasn't an illusion or a dream. He loves listening to your heart beating whenever he does this as you grow extremely flushed.

Hugging you from behind

After being apart for so long, he loves pulling you into a long hug from behind. It was his way of saying he had your back. You were protected and cared for always. Nothing ever bad can happen to you as long as he was around.

Inosuke

Glancing at each other's lips

While it is way more obvious when his boar mask is off, you catch him flat out staring at your lips whenever you talk to him about something. It was mesmorizing to him, everything about you. A feeling arose deep inside his chest he couldn't explain. But he found the answers when he would stare at your lips.

Bear hugs

As a man of incredible strength, he always scoops you up into his arms and squeezes you tightly. He always saw other people hugging who they cared about. So he decided to do it himself in his own way. I mean afterall, the tighter the hug the more the love right?

Squeezing each other's hands

This applies more in social settings. Where he doesn't understand anything or that he feels out of place. He would grasp your hand and squeeze it silently, letting you know. You would always return the squeeze in order to comfort him. As long as you were around, he had a place. Even if he didn't understand, he knew you would never look down on him.

Taking Care of Sick Kamaboko Squad

Genre: Fluff

Characters: Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Inosuke, Nezuko, Kanao, Genya

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Tanjiro Kamado

• This boy would absolutely deny he was sick in the first place

• You will have to chain him to the bed so he actually recovers

• He is always saying his fine and it’s not that bad trying to convince you his alright he doesn’t want you to worry or get tired out cuz of him

• But when you do get the chance to take care of him he will adore you more than he does already this boy is constantly thanking you for every little thing you do

• Changing the wet towel on his forehead

• He would thank you every time with a bashful smile

• You made a special lunch for him to hopefully make his recovery quicker

• Tanjiro is about ready to give you a hundred kisses when his healthy of course with your consent

• At first he’ll be all shy and cute that your caring for him but later on he begins to enjoy it and loves it even more that you chose to care for him

• Before with his family he would never get sick and would always take care of his parents especially his dad and his younger siblings

• Poor baby hasn’t really been taken care of like this before but as long as he has you by his side he wouldn’t mind getting sick again if you were the one taking care of him

Zenitsu Agatsuma

• He is the exact opposite of Tanjiro

• He would tell you immediately that he’s sick and yell that only you can take care of him

• If you say no he will absolutely cry while saying that as his future wife/husband/spouse it’s your duty to take care of him

• He gets really emotional while sick any little thing can make him cry like if you leave for more than five minutes or if you don’t give him enough kisses even though his sick especially if you don’t tell him every hour you love him

• Constantly asking for your help and won’t do anything unless your with him you better get used to holding hands while sleeping

• He will complain about taking medicine especially if it taste bad but if you say he did a good job while giving him a head pat then he’ll be fine with taking the medicine

• If he sees you taking care of anyone else but him for whatever reason he will definitely throw a tantrum until your sitting by his bed and giving him head pats or feeding him while having a smug face and occasionally glaring at the other person

• He will demand you cuddle him if not he will cry don’t test him he won’t care if he’ll get you sick because he’ll be here to take care of you

• You do eventually get sick as well but hey! You and Zenitsu can cuddle even more he sees this as an absolute win

Inosuke Hashibira

• This boy thinks he’s going to die since any sign of sickness in the wild would be certain death

• He would try and act as normal as possible and be his usual loud and rowdy self but slowly you could see his movements getting more and more sluggish

• You try to convince him that his sick and needs to rest and recover before it gets worse

• Inosuke being Inosuke thought you were calling him weak so he obviously tried to fight you, but as he was about to land a punch he immediately fell unconscious. You rushed over to him taking off his boar mask and touching his forehead but immediately jumped back since he was burning up

• You had to carry his heavy body to the Butterfly Mansion but luckily Inosuke didn’t start a fight as soon as he woke up

• While taking care of Inosuke he would always be silent if you did anything for him don’t worry his just getting those soft Boi feels

• Inosuke feels absolutely useless while being sick and with you making him feel all giddy inside he doesn’t know what to do, and he can’t release his frustration of not knowing emotions by fighting something cause you say he needs to rest so he’ll be really grumpy the entire time

• Out of everyone your the only one that can give him his medicine without any scratches, bite marks or bruises and sometimes Aoi, she makes the food

• He does appreciate what you do but his still learning how to act somewhat like a human as well as learning how to be a good mate, so just give him a bit of time soon you’ll get many acorns as well as affectionate ruff housing when he gets better

Nezuko Kamado

(This is set after she becomes human again)

• Nezuko didn't really get sick since she knew how to take care of herself and others

• But when she does get sick expect her to be extremely shy like her brother

• She would always have a blush on her face which would worry you with why she isn’t getting better which just makes Nezuko even more embarrassed

• Even though she was usually the one to take care of her younger siblings when they were sick she still isn’t used to being taken care of

• So she’ll probably try and convince you that she actually feels better when in fact she does not, this would lead to her getting even more sick with her even falling unconscious after trying to do some activities

• You might literally have to chain her to the bed so she actually gets better as well as telling her that it’s ok to be sick and taken care of and that might just make her cry since she’s always the one taking care of others

• This is the perfect time to pamper this sweet girl you are legally required to give Nezuko everything she wants and needs

• Herself and Tanjiro have been through a lot so to give her a chance to relax and not worry about anything as her lover takes care of her is everything Nezuko needs and wants

Kanao Tsuyuri

• Another girl you need to take care of with your life

• Since her growing up poor then being sold she didn’t really have any good experiences while being sick, she would usually have to just power through it since the people “taking care” of her didn’t want to waste money on medication for the kids

• But when the Kocho sisters adopted her as their younger sister things got better but as they say old habits die hard, so that is why you found Kanao who was training with a wooden sword using the weapon to support herself as she was having trouble standing while she was breathing heavily and sweating all over

• Immediately you knew she was sick as you were studying under Shinobu and knew right away she had a fever. You ran up to her as you tried to usher her to rest in the recovery ward Is that what it’s called??? but for some reason she was trying to convince you she was perfectly healthy, obviously knowing she was lying you figure this must be because of her childhood

• So after you try to convince her to rest for nearly 5 minutes you finally got her sleeping in one of the spare rooms, you told Shinobu about Kanao and surprisingly she let you nurse her to health so you went to get everything ready, it was your mission as a practicing nurse as well as Kanao’s S/O to make sure she is taken care of

• While Kanao is sick she’s more quiet then usual, sure you two could sit in comfortable silence but this was more like stressful silence and whenever you ask her what's wrong she says stuff like "I just have a headache that's all" or "I’m fine. Nothing to worry about”

• You have to sit down and tell her that you love her and that you want to take care of her so she feels better as well as saying that she’s safe and loved here and no one can/will hurt her again

• After that talk it’ll take a little while for her to get comfortable but after sometime she can finally relax and let you take care of her, and whenever she gets sick again she always tells you and ask you to take care of you since she’s more comfortable with you caring for her then anyone else

Genya Shinazugawa

• Genya doesn’t really get sick that often but when he does it’s either just a simple cold that will be gone in a day or two, or he’s so sick that he’s been bed ridden for two weeks there is no in between

• We all know how he acts around girls but around his S/O he is 1000x worst, it takes him a solid 5 minutes for him to string a single sentence together and another 5 more minutes to talk without a single stutter

• Genya prefers quite and dark rooms and he doesn’t really like to be around other people when sick (cuz he doesn’t want to get them sick) but with you he doesn’t mind having you around

• Like with Nezuko he was the second oldest of a lot of siblings so he would always take care of them when they were sick, so he isn’t really used to being taken care of so it takes a bit for him to get used to this

• I think that if he was sick for a long time he would kind of feel loopy and not quite normal which makes him more affectionate and confident with giving you more compliments and not shying away from affection

• You will have to be on guard while giving him his food and medicine since he will always try and pull you into his bed and give you cuddles, as you fight to be released saying you’ll get sick if you two cuddle which just makes the boy pout and try with all his might to pull you more into his bed

• When he does get better and you tell him all the cute and sappy things he did while sick he will always apologise extremely embarrassed of what he did but will say he meant everything he said

[Cold rain]

Inosuke x chubby f!reader

You and inosuke split up from the other three in a large city to find the demon that's been causing a ruckus.

you and him are dating

(you baby him, that's it)

It's been chili and raining the entire time you've been in this city.

before you split up from tanjiro, nezuko, and zenitsu, you all got umbrella's because zenitsu was crying and moaning about how windy and cold it is,

Which it was, you loved the rain but you'd rather be inside in THIS. cold, wet and windy, yet inosuke still refused to put something on, he's wearing what he always does, no shirt. pants, shoes and boar head.

your walking ahead of inosuke through a road with stores and lanterns, it's really pretty but uncomfortable thanks to the weather, you keep looking over your shoulder to make sure he's still there. (if he senses a demon he will run off & not tell you)

then you hear his footsteps stop, so you turned around and he's just standing there with his mask on,

"inosuke?." You walk up to him "what is it, the demon?"(you whisper) and put your hand on his bicep (his skin is freezing and he's shivering) "inosuke!?"

"WHAT.?"

"your freezing."

"AND.?"

"AND you could get sick."

before he could answer, you grag him into a ramen shop to warm him up,

"I'M FINE (CLOSE TO YOUR NAME) I DON'T EVEN FEEL COLD."

you sit him down and throw your haori over his shoulders and wrap him in it, he just huff's and sits there while you sit close and rub his arms and back with your hands,

not to long after, zenitsu and tanjiro walk in.

"hey y/n, and inosuke" tanjiro says as he puts nezuko in her box down carefully before he sits at your table,

you continue rubbing inosuke's arms with your hands "hey guys, we didn't find any trace of the demon, did you?"

zenitsu sits down after him "YEAH, WE DID!, why didn't you two take the OTHER side of the city!? it was so cold.... AND HOW COME INOSUKE GETS TO BE Warmed up by a Pretty Girl AND I DON'T?!"

"Shut UP WAnitSU! that's because no girl likes a Whiner."

"Hey! Both of you shut up! Stop being mean and stop yalling, I know your Cold and tired, I am too." (you say)

"yeah, we did the job and it's late so we should find somewhere to sleep" (tanjiro says)

Zenitsu slump's over the table. tanjiro gets up to ask were we can go. and you put your lag's over inosuke's thighs, and grab his hands, rubbing them to warm them up, and he looks over at you,

you lift up his mask to see his face, his expression is neutral, you smile at him, and he smiles back, (blushing I bit)

Tanjiro puts the box with nezuko inside, on his back, "there's a place to stay a few streets over, let's go before it gets colder, okay"

you three get up and say "okay" in unison

the five of you have been out doing missions for two weeks without a break,

your all tired and sore, some showing it more than others, (zenitsu)

nezuko's already sleeping, and you 4 can't wait to go to sleep to, you make inosuke keep your haori on and hold his hands until you get there.

you all get ready for bed and lay down.

"goodnight guys" you say turning off the lights.

Can you please do like a fluff maybe tiny angst fanfic thing with Inosuke x reader😭🙏 I've been going through and awful time and struggling with my mental health and he's my absolute favorite😢. But also its totally okay if you dont dont worry about it if you dont wanna. Please & thank you! Have a good day!!

A/N: Of course! Inosuke is one of my favorites, too. You didn't give me many details to go off of, so I did my best! Reader is Gender Neutral, because the gender wasn't specified.

You Can Be Weak With Me

Inosuke x GN!Reader

Warnings: Emotional Distress/Mental Health Struggles, Self-Criticism, Physical Injury/Blood

Word Count: 2270

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The Kamaboko Squad had a strange dynamic, but somehow it worked.

Tanjiro was the heart- kind, patient, unbreakable. Zenitsu was... Nerves and noise, a blur of panic and surprising bursts of bravery. Inosuke was pure instinct, a creature of wild energy and sharp edge.

And then there was (Y/N).

Quiet. Steady. Always nearby, but never quite with them.

At every campfire, they sat a few paces away. When walking the dirt paths between villages, (Y/N) lingered at the rear, eyes constantly sweeping the surroundings. They fought like a shadow- swift, efficient, disappearing into the smoke of battle almost as quickly as they appeared.

Inosuke noticed first.

Not because he was observant, necessarily, but because he was wired to notice the things that slipped between cracks. Wild things. Quiet things.

"Hey, hey! Why are you always sneakin' off?" Inosuke had blurted one night, crouched beside the fire with a hunk of half-roasted meat skewered on his sword. His boar mask tilted toward (Y/N)'s distant figure, silhouetted at the edge of the clearing.

Tanjiro smiled in that warm, understanding way of his. "That's just how (Y/N) is, Inosuke. They like having space."

"Space?!" Inosuke repeated as if the word was foreign. He pushed himself up onto his feet with an explosive spring of motion, sword still in hand, meat forgotten. "There's too much space! We gotta be a pack! Like wolves!" He turned to Zenitsu for backup.

Zenitsu, mouth full of rice, only made a muffled noise that was probably agreement.

(Y/N) shifted slightly, but said nothing. Their gaze flickered toward the group, soft but cautious- like a stray animal deciding whether a hand reaching out was kind or cruel.

Inosuke stomped over without hesitation.

(Y/N) braced for the usual crash of sound and bluster, but when Inosuke stopped just a few feet away, there was something almost... Unsure about him. His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides. Through the slits in his mask, (Y/N) caught the flash of his green eyes- narrowed, searching.

"You don't have to be all... far away," Inosuke muttered, scuffing his foot against the dirt. "You can sit closer. If you want. I mean- it's stupid if you don't."

It was probably the kindest thing he'd ever said to anyone.

(Y/N) stared at him for a long moment, chest tight with something unfamiliar- something warm. Slowly, they rose from their spot and padded closer, settling down a few feet from the others, but noticeably nearer than before.

Inosuke made a triumphant sound, like he'd won some kind of battle, and flopped down next to them with a heavy thud, his shoulder bumping theirs.

He didn't move away.

Neither did (Y/N).

The next few days passed in a blur of walking, fighting, patching wounds, and walking again. It was always like that- endless roads under endless skies, villages clinging to the edges of survival. 

Demon attacks never stopped. And neither did the Kamaboko Squad. Currently, though… They were heading somewhere specific. A Demon they had caught wind of while traveling.

But today- Well… Most days… (Y/N) was struggling.

They hid it well- or they thought they did.

The sleepless nights. The tightness in their chest that never went away. The way their hands trembled slightly after battles, not from fear of demons, but from fear of themselves- of what they weren't strong enough to be. 

There were days (Y/N) barely felt real at all.

The others were too busy to notice. Or maybe they did notice, but were kind enough not to say.

Except Inosuke.

Inosuke had the instincts of a wild animal. He didn't understand sadness- not in the way most did, not being the best at dealing with emotions. But even he could tell something was wrong.

That night, camped along a mountain trail, he found (Y/N) again sitting at the edge of the firelight, arms wrapped around their knees, face shadowed.

Inosuke didn't announce himself. Didn't shout. He just... crouched down beside them.

"You look weird," he said bluntly.

(Y/N) huffed a breath, part tired, part bitter amusement. "I always look weird."

Inosuke shook his head- his boar mask was pushed up tonight, exposing his messy hair and serious, narrowed eyes. "Not like that. You look... wrong."

He shifted closer, peering into their face with unsettling intensity.

"Are you sick? Hurt? Did somebody bite you?!" he demanded, baring his teeth a little, like he'd hunt down whatever dared.

(Y/N) tried to laugh, but it came out broken. Their throat tightened painfully. "No... I just... I'm just tired, Inosuke."

It was mostly the truth.

Mostly.

Inosuke made a low, growling sound- frustrated, restless. His whole body coiled like he wanted to do something, but he didn’t know what. Fighting he understood. Hunting he understood. This... this invisible enemy inside (Y/N)- He couldn't punch it, couldn't headbutt it into submission.

"I don't like it when you're like this," he said, voice low. "You're supposed to be strong."

(Y/N) flinched.

That was it, wasn’t it? The cruel little echo in their head.

You're supposed to be stronger.

You're supposed to be better.

You're supposed to...

"I know," (Y/N) whispered, barely audible.

Inosuke stared at them- really stared-  and something shifted behind his eyes.

Without warning, Inosuke dropped to the ground, sprawling onto his side until his head came to rest against (Y/N)'s arm. He let out a loud, theatrical sigh, as if annoyed with himself. "Tch. Fine," he grumbled. "I'll be strong enough for both of us."

(Y/N) blinked, stunned. Before they could react, Inosuke continued, fiddling with a blade of grass between his fingers. "You don't have to be strong all the time," he muttered. "You can be weak with me."

(Y/N) stared down at the wild mess of his hair, their heart squeezing so tight it hurt to breathe. In his strange, broken, stubborn way, Inosuke was telling them it was okay to fall apart. That it was okay to be a mess- and that he would stay anyway.

Something hot prickled behind their eyes. Slowly, almost without thinking, they leaned down, brushing their forehead lightly against his hair. 

"...Thank you," (Y/N) whispered, their voice cracking.

Inosuke made a pleased, confused sound and gently bumped his head against them- a soft, careful nuzzle, rare for him. 

For the first time in days, (Y/N) finally let themselves breathe. That night, they all settled in to rest. Inosuke gave (Y/N) space, leaving them alone under the stars.

When morning came, they packed up camp and set off, heading toward the last place the demon had been sighted.

But when they arrived, everything went wrong.

It wasn’t (Y/N)'s fault- not really. The demon was stronger than any of them had expected, its body slick with armored plates, its claws slicing through trees like paper. They fought with everything they had.

(Y/N) fought too. But for just a second- a single, stupid second- they got sloppy.

The demon’s claws slashed across their side, shallow but brutal, sending them crashing into a tree. When Tanjiro and Inosuke finally brought the creature down, (Y/N) was crumpled against the roots, blood darkening the earth beneath them.

Hours later, they sat alone by the dim glow of a dying campfire, one hand fisted tight over the fabric of their bandaged ribs. Their body trembled with exhaustion- and with something heavier. Something black and gnawing at the edges of their mind.

It's your fault.

You should have been faster. Smarter.

If you had died... If you had slowed the others down... Someone else could have gotten hurt.

"You stupid idiot," (Y/N) whispered, nails biting into their palm. "You're dead weight. You shouldn't be here."

A branch cracked somewhere behind them.

(Y/N) stiffened, scrubbing at their face quickly before glancing up- and froze.

Inosuke stood a few feet away, watching them with an intensity that made it impossible to look away. Neither of them spoke for a long moment.

Then Inosuke moved. In one quick, almost clumsy motion, he dropped to his knees in front of (Y/N), grabbed their face in both rough, calloused hands, and forced them to look at him.

"Don't," he said, low and fierce.

(Y/N)'s chest twisted. "Inosuke, I-"

"Shut up," he growled, but there was no anger in it. Only a raw desperation. "I can smell it on you. That stupid guilt. Like rotting meat."

(Y/N)'s breath caught in their throat.

"You fought," Inosuke said, shaking them just slightly, as if trying to jolt the poison thoughts right out of their skull. "You fought like crazy. You were hurt, but you still fought. That's strong."

"But I-" (Y/N) tried again, voice breaking. "I messed up. I let it hit me. If something happened to you, or Tanjiro, or Zenitsu, or-"

"You didn't!" Inosuke snarled. "We're all alive. Because of you."

(Y/N)'s eyes blurred with tears they couldn't stop anymore. Their whole body shook from the weight of it- the guilt, the fear, the endless, clawing pressure to be better, to be perfect, to be worth the space they took up.

"I can't-" they choked out, voice cracking wide open. "I'm not strong enough. I never was."

Inosuke made a frustrated, pained sound deep in his chest- then he pulled (Y/N) forward, hard and fast, until their forehead thumped against his bare shoulder.

"Shut up," he said again, but softer this time- almost broken. His arms wrapped around them tight, like he was physically trying to hold them together.

"You're one of us. I don't care if you're strong or weak or stupid or smart. You're mine," he muttered into their hair. "You don't have to fight alone."

(Y/N) let out a raw, shuddering breath- and finally, finally, the dam inside them cracked.

They buried their face against Inosuke’s chest and sobbed- ugly, shaking, broken sobs, the kind that tore up your ribs and left you gasping for air.

Inosuke didn’t pull away.

He just stayed there- solid and real and grounding- muttering nonsense under his breath, things like "Stupid (Y/N)," and "I'll beat up anything that makes you cry," and "You're not allowed to disappear, you hear me?"

At some point, (Y/N) stopped fighting it. They let themselves lean into him completely, clutching his shoulder gently, breathing in the warm, earthy scent of him.

They weren't okay.

But maybe... maybe they would be.

Because Inosuke- wild, reckless, stubborn Inosuke- wasn't going to let them fall apart alone.

Not anymore.

When (Y/N) woke, the first thing they noticed was the heavy warmth draped over them.

The campfire had burned down to glowing embers. Dawn light bled slowly into the gray sky, painting everything soft and muted. The air was cold, sharp enough that every breath stung their lungs- but they were warm.

Because Inosuke was still there.

Curled around them like a living shield, arms locked tight across their back, chin resting against the crown of their head. His breathing was slow and even, but his muscles were tense- even in sleep, he was ready, guarding them from enemies seen and unseen.

(Y/N) shifted slightly, wincing at the ache in their ribs.

Immediately, Inosuke stirred.

He blinked blearily down at them, messy hair falling across his forehead, green eyes sharp with instant alertness. The moment he registered they were awake, he tightened his hold just slightly, pulling them closer against his chest.

"You're not allowed to move," he mumbled, voice thick with sleep.

(Y/N) gave a hoarse, surprised laugh. "I'm not?"

"Nope," Inosuke said firmly, squeezing them once like a warning.

"You didn't sleep much, did you?" they asked softly, guilt tugging at the edges of their voice.

Inosuke grunted. "I had to keep watch. You were crying like an idiot." There was no venom in it- just blunt concern, the only way he knew how to say I was scared for you without actually saying it.

(Y/N) swallowed hard. Their hands, still trembling slightly, found his shoulder- clutched it again without thinking.

"I'm sorry," they whispered.

Inosuke made a low, growling noise in his throat- angry, almost hurt- and pulled back just enough to stare into their face.

"Don't say that," he said fiercely. "Don't you dare be sorry for needing help."

His words were clumsy. Rough around the edges. But they slammed straight into (Y/N)'s chest, stealing the air from their lungs.

"I need you too," Inosuke said, quieter now. "So you gotta stay. Even if you're hurting. Even if you're scared. You gotta stay."

(Y/N) blinked rapidly against the hot sting behind their eyes. They didn't deserve this kind of loyalty. This kind of raw, stubborn care. And yet- here Inosuke was. Offering it anyway.

Slowly, carefully, (Y/N) leaned their forehead against his again. The touch was feather-light, a soft, tentative thing- but Inosuke didn’t pull away.

Instead, he tilted his head just slightly until their temples touched, grounding them both.

"I'll stay," (Y/N) whispered.

Inosuke huffed, triumphant, like he’d won some kind of secret war. "Good. 'Cause I'm not lettin' you go."

He shifted again, making himself more comfortable- essentially wrapping himself around (Y/N) like a wild animal refusing to be separated from something sacred.

They lay there in the soft light of morning, tucked into each other, heartbeat to heartbeat.

(Y/N)... felt like they belonged.

And Inosuke- reckless, fierce, utterly untamable Inosuke- was right there with them.

Where he intended to stay.

Hello my friend, I hope that you are having a good day! 😊 Well, For my story request, I wanted to see if you could do a headcanon with Demon Slayer AU x short black!reader where they suffered and take medication from Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID) or Multiple Personality Disorder where they act just like Junko Enoshima from Danganronpa but instead of killing their friends they are very protective of them to the point where they will kill/hurt someone else!~ 😂🥹💔😈

A/N: Of course, @lelewright1234! I want to make it known, though, I do not over-dramatize mental illness. DID is usually very overly portrayed to be "evil" or "harmful" in media, and I very much do not like that. I made sure to do some research before writing this, to make sure I am not doing any harm. Reader is aggressive, but only when it comes to keeping those they love safe :} Also, the gender of the reader wasn't specified, so I kept it gender neutral, but also also, the dialog is pink, cuz... Well... All the other colors were taken LOL

All of Me, All of You

Tanjiro, Inosuke, Zenitsu, Nezuko, and Genya x GN!Black!Reader Headcannons

Warnings: Topics of Mental Health, Violence/Gore, and Trauma Responses

Word Count: 2108

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Tanjiro:

- Tanjiro is initially overwhelmed, but never fearful of (Y/N): Their energy reminds him of Zenitsu and Inosuke, but darker… sharper. He senses something fractured beneath the surface, and his kindness becomes a safe anchor.

- He learns the names and mannerisms of their alters over time: He is always calling them by their preferred name and tone. He’s especially good at grounding them during dissociative episodes- placing their hand on his heartbeat, holding eye contact, and speaking gently, “You’re here. You’re with me. I’m not going anywhere.”

- (Y/N) jokes about being "completely unhinged for their man,": Tanjiro just chuckles nervously until he sees them genuinely lose control when someone threatens him. One time, someone tried to kill Tanjiro during a mission and (Y/N) didn’t hesitate to gouge the enemy’s eyes out. Calmly. Softly. With a smile on their face. It terrifies everyone- except Tanjiro, who simply checks if they’re okay afterward.

- (Y/N) leaves bloodied love notes: “They touched you. I touched them back. With a blade.” Tanjiro keeps them hidden in a box because he doesn’t know what to do with them, but he can’t bring himself to throw them away.

- Medication and herbs help them sleep and prevents violent switching: But… It doesn't work all the time. When it fails, Tanjiro’s voice and scent help stabilize them. Tanjiro never forces them to change. Instead, he helps build routines that give structure without control.

- When he asks them out, he doesn’t do a big dramatic thing: He just says, “I love all of you. Every version. Every day.” And (Y/N) genuinely glitches for a second before saying yes.

- Tanjiro lets (Y/N) carve protective symbols into his blade hilt: Some are from folk tales (Y/N) remembers. Some they made up. He never questions them.

Inosuke:

- Inosuke lives for (Y/N)’s unpredictability: Their switching between personalities reminds him of a beast showing multiple stances- it's wild, it’s powerful, and it intrigues him.

- (Y/N)’s main protector personality treats their crew like royalty: Friends are sacred. Anyone who hurts one of them? Their lifespan just got significantly shorter. Inosuke once saw (Y/N) curb-stomp a demon for insulting Tanjiro’s nose. He fell a little in love that day.

- (Y/N)’s manic energy and sudden voice switches never throw Inosuke off: he adapts on the fly, meeting their different states with a mix of curiosity and brute loyalty. (Y/N) will giggle and switch from baby-talking Inosuke to planning someone's murder in a split second, and Inosuke just tilts his head like, "Huh. That’s hot."

- They take medication daily: They store their herbs and things in a cute pouch they sewed themself, covered in wild patterns and a tiny plush of a pig (for Inosuke, obviously). Some days, it works great- other days, (Y/N) is unhinged in a dangerously loving way. On those days, they cling to Inosuke like a talisman, grounding themselves through physical contact.

- When they dissociate badly, Inosuke doesn't fully understand it: He recognizes the signs- the blank stare, the disconnection. So he drops his usual yelling and becomes weirdly gentle. He’ll sit silently with them in a tree, hand on their back until they come back to him. He doesn’t try to "fix" them. He just accepts them. All of them.

- All of the alters agree on one thing: Inosuke belongs to them. Try flirting with him and see how fast a blade appears. Tanjiro helped them all come up with a color-coded system to identify who’s fronting. Inosuke ignores it and just uses vibes.

- Inosuke doesn’t say "I love you" much: He says “You’re strong,” “You smell like home,” or “If anyone touches you, I’ll break their arms.” (Y/N) says “I love you” through their chaos- they’ll cook him an entire feast, braid flowers into his hair, then threaten someone with a dagger in the same breath.

- When they switch, Inosuke has learned to adapt his affection: He hugs one alter, spars with another, brings meat to another, and just sits silently with the one that prefers calm. Sometimes they both sleep outside, like wild animals. He holds them like a baby boar, and they twitch in his arms until they settle.

- They don’t do PDA unless they’re in a certain headspace: When that time comes, it’s all over. Straddling his lap, biting his neck playfully, dramatic love declarations. Inosuke never knows what hit him.

- (Y/N) once got mistaken for a demon because of their intensity: Inosuke jumped in front of them, screaming “THEY’RE MY DEMON, BACK OFF!” 

- (Y/N) writes love letters to Inosuke in different handwriting depending on the alter writing it: He collects them in a box he calls his "pride box." They both have a shared journal. Inosuke can’t really write well, but he draws them like a beast with heart eyes- every version of them.

Zenitsu:

- Zenitsu immediately falls for (Y/N)’s looks and protective aura- but is terrified the moment they switch alters in front of him for the first time: One second (Y/N) is soft-spoken and sweet, offering him a dumpling with a shy smile, and the next they’re standing on a table, eyes wide and grinning like a maniac, threatening to stab a merchant for “looking too long.” Zenitsu passes out. But when he wakes up and (Y/N) apologizes, stuttering and nervous, he just... melts. He realizes they weren’t trying to scare him- they were trying to protect him.

- Zenitsu learns to spot the signs of a switch: He respects each alter like a separate person. He greets them differently, talks with them differently, and never gets them mixed up.

- (Y/N) takes medication and herbs regularly, but sometimes it doesn’t work: Either the effects don’t kick in, or it causes physical side effects like dizziness or nausea. On rough days, Zenitsu becomes extra clingy and attentive. He holds their hand, braids their hair, lets them lay in his lap even when he’s panicking himself.

- He once tried to fight off a switch manually: “No, no, no! Stay here with me! Please don’t go scary mode, I can handle this-!” Spoiler… He could not. The protector alter came out and bodied the guy trying to rob them. But after every switch, Zenitsu wraps them in a blanket and reassures them they’re still loved. No matter what version of (Y/N) he’s with- he loves all of them.

- Zenitsu calls them “Sunshine,” no matter which alter he’s talking to: He says they’re his reason for fighting. Sometimes they wake up from dissociation and find that Zenitsu’s already made them food and is softly singing to himself nearby.

- The protector alter secretly adores Zenitsu, even if they pretend to be annoyed by how clingy and scared he is: They’d wreck someone for hurting him. On bad days, all three versions of (Y/N) might blend into one- and Zenitsu will stay by their side the whole time, gently reminding them who they are, and who he is.

- The protector alter takes the lead if the fight turns ugly: Think elegant blade work, laughing threats, wild eyes under a blood-smeared smile. Zenitsu does not like seeing them that way, but he understands it’s necessary. He’ll fight at their back, even when trembling. After every mission, no matter who fronted, they always find Zenitsu. And he always pulls them into a hug and says, “You’re safe. You’re still you. I’m proud of you.”

Nezuko:

- Nezuko loves how expressive and animated (Y/N) is: Even when they're cycling through personalities or dramatic outbursts, she’s calm, patient, and strangely entertained. She’ll tilt her head and smile sweetly, like “Yep. That’s my partner.”

-(Y/N)'s protectiveness is legendary: If anyone dares to look at Nezuko sideways, especially those that judge her, (Y/N)'s demeanor shifts instantly. Think wide grin, slow clap, and then, “Awww~ Did you think you were safe just because she’s sweet? That’s adorable. Let me fix your attitude... permanently.”

- When they’re “off-meds” or their symptoms spike: Nezuko recognizes it almost immediately. She’ll gently guide (Y/N) away from people, softly humming, holding their hand or petting their hair until they calm down.

- They bond through quiet activities when things are rough: Doing each other’s hair (Even though it was a process to teach Nezuko how to do (Y/N)'s hair, with the different texture and all), flower-picking, or watching fireflies in silence. Even with (Y/N)’s chaos, Nezuko grounds them. And they adore how peaceful she is.

- They don’t hide that they have DID. But they do downplay it with dramatic flair: They say things like, “Oh you know, I just keep life interesting~ One (Y/N) at a time!” All while flipping their hair and spinning dramatically.

- Nezuko and (Y/N) often tag-team missions: (Y/N) is the chaos, Nezuko is the calm. It throws demons way off. Some demons have tried to mess with Nezuko by provoking (Y/N), which is a mistake. (Y/N) will absolutely go feral, all while laughing and saying things like, “Oooooh you think you’re scary? Honey, you haven’t even met all of me yet~”

- (Y/N) sings loudly and off-key in the morning: Nezuko doesn’t mind- she mimics them and makes silly faces until they laugh.

- They sleep tangled up: Nezuko is usually gently curled into (Y/N)’s chest. If an alter is panicking in the night, Nezuko will sit up and rest her forehead against theirs until the shaking stops.

- Their dynamic is very "chaotic sunshine and quiet strength": When (Y/N) goes full dramatic monologue, Nezuko just holds up a peace sign or pats their head like, “You’re doing amazing, sweetie.”

Genya:

- (Y/N) is a compact firecracker, barely reaching Genya’s chest, but what they lack in height they more than make up for in intensity: Their presence is loud, chaotic, dramatic, and unpredictable- you’ll never know if they’re about to cradle you or cuss you out in three different accents.

- Medication is... complicated: With the time period, it's more herbs and calming agents passed to them by the Butterfly Estate, combined with daily grounding rituals they've invented themselves.

- Genya learns every single step of (Y/N)’s routine: He memorizes which teas help what symptoms. Which scents make them come back to themself. Which alter not to call cute unless he wants to get punched.

- At first, Genya didn’t know how to handle the... whirlwind that is (Y/N): He assumed they were unstable in a bad way. But then they saved him from a demon by breaking a bottle over its head, giggling the whole time, and said, “Touch my man again and I’ll make origami outta your spine.” That was the moment he knew. He was in deep.

- (Y/N) calls him “baby bird” sometimes: It makes him blush and scowl at the same time. “I’m not a bird, dammit- stop ruffling my hair!”

- (Y/N) talks a lot: Genya listens more than he speaks, but (Y/N) likes to think out loud, switch voices mid-sentence, and dramatically throw themselves across the room while explaining how hot Genya looks when he’s angry.

- Genya doesn't treat (Y/N) like they're broken: He treats them like they're human. And that is a huge deal to all of them. He sometimes stutters when talking to their more aggressive alter, but (Y/N) finds it adorable. “You’re scared of me, baby? I only bite people I don’t like.”

- They have a system: a code word when (Y/N) is losing time, grounding phrases that Genya uses to help bring them back, and a little sketchbook (Y/N)'s alters leave notes in for each other- and for Genya, too.

- (Y/N) fights like a theatrical maniac: They use erratic, unpredictable movements that confuse demons- suddenly graceful, then wild, then eerily still before a kill strike. They’ve been known to laugh during battle. Not a villainous cackle- more like a delighted child at a fireworks show. Their combat personality is ruthlessly protective. If a demon so much as grazes Genya, they go absolutely feral, dragging it by the throat back into the sun with zero hesitation.

- Genya will hold (Y/N)'s hand when they switch mid-conversation: Hed whisper, “You okay?” like it's the most normal thing in the world. They made Genya a beaded bracelet with alternating colors for each of their alters. He never takes it off. - When they’re having a rough time, Genya wraps them in his haori: He rubs their back, and gently says, “I don’t care which one you are today. I love all of you.” One of their alters once asked Genya out without asking the others. It became a thing. Now, every alter gets to ask in their own way.

Hello my friend! I have a good funny story request idea that you may like to do! Well I wanted to see you could do a headcanon/ story on the Demon Slayer Au x female!reader where they had a small argument with each other then the reader screams out how there aren’t very funny or loving because there either too serious, sad, rude, airhead or nice which shocks the Demon Slayer character. Then they decide to play a prank on the reader to prove them wrong ( it can be any type of prank from making them food with something their allergic to plus funny ingredients, trying to scare them, dress up in something silly, pretending to have amnesia and etc). But when their prank is over instead of getting a laugh or apologize; the reader would either get hurt/hospitalized (physically or emotionally), angry, cry, annoyed and even threaten to leave them ( is also joking as well) which causes them to feel guilty, like a jerk or beg for forgiveness?!!~ (It’s up to you whether or not they forgive them or not!)🤭😅❤️‍🔥✨

A/N: Of course, @lelewright1234! I made ths one a oneshot, since the other two you requested are headcanons :}

Terrible Prank- Better Apology

Tanjiro, Inosuke, Zenitsu, Nezuko, and Genya x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Physical Injury, Mentions of Leaving/Breakup Threats, and Miscommunication

Word Count: 4767

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Tanjiro:

The morning sun crept through the paper-paneled windows, the scent of freshly baked bread lingered in the air. Laughter echoed faintly down the hallway as Zenitsu teased Inosuke, and Nezuko hummed while tending to the garden.

But in the center of the house, things weren’t quite so peaceful.

“I’m just saying, Tanjiro,” (Y/N) huffed, crossing her arms as she stood in the kitchen doorway, “you don’t always have to be so perfect all the time.”

Tanjiro blinked, confused, ladle still in hand from making soup. “Perfect? I don’t think I’m-”

“You are!” (Y/N) cut in, voice rising in frustration. “You’re too kind, too polite, too... I don’t know, nice! You’re never mad, never sarcastic, never playful- how do you expect people to relax around you when you’re always one step away from offering a moral lesson?”

The kitchen went silent, save for the gentle bubbling of miso soup.

Tanjiro's eyebrows furrowed. “But… I’m just trying to keep the peace. I like being kind to the people I care about. Especially you.”

(Y/N)’s throat tightened, but she forged on. “I know you care, but it’s like... you never joke with me. You don’t tease, you don’t play around. Sometimes it feels like you're scared to just be real.”

Then she added- too loudly and too emotionally- “You’re not even that funny or loving, honestly!”

As soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted it. Tanjiro’s eyes flickered with something quiet and deep- not anger, but woundedness.

“…I see,” he said softly.

“No- wait, I didn’t mean-” (Y/N) began, but Tanjiro simply nodded, setting the ladle down with a calm gentleness that somehow felt heavier than a slammed door.

That Afternoon, (Y/N) looked around for Tanjiro, but… She couldnt find him, anywhere.

“...He hasn’t said anything to you?” (Y/N) asked Nezuko in a hushed voice as she watered the bonsai plants. Nezuko gave a tiny shake of her head and shrugged.

(Y/N) sighed, heart heavy. The argument had been stupid. She hadn’t meant to accuse him of being unloving- she just wanted to see a messier, funnier side of him. To know he could be silly or imperfect around her.

Just once.

And it seemed, maybe, Tanjiro had taken that challenge to heart… Even so, she kept looking.

“Hey… Inosuke, where’s Tanjiro?” (Y/N) asked, glancing around the dinner table as she sat down. Zenitsu paused with a mouthful of rice halfway to his lips.

“Oh, didn’t you hear?” Zenitsu said, chewing. “He hit his head earlier- fell on a wet step outside.”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened. “What?!”

“Yeah,” Inosuke chimed in, grinning. “And now he doesn’t remember anything. Doesn’t even know who you are.”

(Y/N) bolted from the table, heartbeat pounding.

She found him sitting on the porch, a serene smile on his face, moonlight painting his skin. He turned to them with wide eyes- gentle, unfamiliar.

“Oh. Hello. Are you a friend of the family?”

(Y/N) stopped in her tracks. “…Tanjiro?”

He tilted his head. “I was told that’s my name. You’re… (Y/N), right?”

Her heart twisted. “You don’t remember me?”

Tanjiro smiled sweetly, with not a hint of recognition. “Sorry.”

Days later, the amnesia act continued.

Tanjiro asked the same innocent questions over and over: where they had met, what they meant to each other, what her favorite color was. (Y/N) answered every time with a trembling voice and a forced smile. On the third night, she cried herself to sleep.

Zenitsu started looking guilty. Inosuke avoided her eyes.

By the fourth day, (Y/N) broke.

She stood up from their shared porch bench, voice shaky. “Alright, Tanjiro. You win.”

Tanjiro blinked. “Win what?”

“You’re funny. You’re playful. You got me, okay? Real good prank. Hilarious,” she said, voice cracking. “Except I guess I was wrong when I called you too nice. Because no one that kind would do this to someone they love.”

She turned away, rubbing at her eyes furiously.

“I’m leaving tomorrow. Maybe not forever- but definitely long enough to figure out how I let myself fall for someone who thinks this is funny.”

Her voice dropped, half-joking, half-dead serious:

“…Hope it’s worth it.”

She didn’t wait for a response. She walked inside, quietly shutting the door behind them.

Late that same night, there was a soft knock on her door.

(Y/N) rolled over, wiping dried tears from her cheek. “Go away.”

“It’s me,” Tanjiro’s voice said. And it was his voice- not the stranger from the porch, but the one she knew. Warm, guilt-ridden, real.

The door creaked open. He stepped in, candle in hand, and shut the door behind him.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I thought... maybe if I showed you I could be playful, you'd laugh. And we could make up. I didn’t think it would hurt you like this.”

(Y/N) stayed quiet.

He sank to his knees beside the futon. “I missed you. Even when I was pretending not to know you- I missed the real us. Every time you looked sad, or forced a smile, it made my stomach twist.”

(Y/N)’s voice was soft. “Then why didn’t you stop?”

“I was afraid you wouldn’t forgive me,” he admitted.

There was silence between them.

Finally, (Y/N) sighed. “You’re a dummy, Tanjiro Kamado.”

His lips twitched. “I am.”

“And a bad actor.”

“I know.”

“And I still love you.”

His breath caught. Then he leaned forward, resting his forehead against hers, eyes closed. “I love you too. Always. Even when I’m too nice. Even when I mess up.”

(Y/N) snorted. “You’re allowed to mess up, Tanjiro. Just… not like that again.”

He nodded solemnly. “No more fake amnesia.”

“Good.”

A beat of silence.

“…Unless I need an excuse to get out of helping Inosuke with his… Nature stuff,” he added hopefully.

(Y/N) laughed, smacking his arm.

And just like that, the tension cracked- and love slipped in, soft and sure.

The next morning, Zenitsu glanced up from his tea as (Y/N) entered the kitchen with Tanjiro behind her, arms wrapped around her waist, chin resting on her shoulder.

“…So, did he get his memory back?” Zenitsu asked innocently.

(Y/N) grinned. “Nope. Still thinks he’s hilarious.”

Tanjiro just laughed and kissed her cheek.

Inosuke:

The forest was still, too still for (Y/N)’s liking.

The soft chirps of crickets were the only sounds keeping her company as her walked along the dirt path, surrounded by towering trees and the dim glow of moonlight. The mission was over, the demon slain, and the village safe again. But (Y/N)’s shoulders remained tense- because the most exhausting part of the evening wasn’t the battle.

It was Inosuke.

“Could you please not charge in next time without a plan?” (Y/N) asked, for what felt like the fifth time that day, her arms crossed tight across her chest.

Inosuke grunted in response, leaping over a rock and puffing out his chest like a peacock. “I didn’t need a plan! I WON! HAHA!” he declared, full of pride, his boar mask swinging from one hand. “You’re just mad ‘cause you didn’t get the final hit!”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes so hard it almost gave her a headache. “I’m mad because you almost got your head bitten off, you idiot!”

He turned toward her, that wild, half-mischievous, half-oblivious look on his face. “Then you would’ve been the one crying, huh? All like, ‘Oh nooo, my big strong wild man got himself eaten- waaah!’”

“I’d be crying of relief because I’d finally have some peace and quiet!”

That shut him up- if only for a moment. But when (Y/N) saw him frowning in confusion rather than embarrassment, something inside her snapped.

“You’re-!” she shouted, fists clenching. “You’re not even loving! You’re just... some wild airhead who acts like a rabid raccoon on a sugar rush!”

“HUH?! I’m totally loving!! I let you sleep on my arm that one time, didn’t I?!”

“That’s because you passed out mid-conversation!”

“Well... still counts!”

“No, it doesn’t!”

(Y/N) turned around and stomped off down the trail, fuming, ignoring the way the leaves crunched under her boots. Inosuke stayed back for a second, scratching his head, visibly baffled.

He’d seen her mad before, but never like this.

“Hmph. She thinks I’m not loving?” he muttered to himself, then suddenly smirked. “I’ll show ‘er loving. I’ll love ‘er so much, she’ll scream.”

Inosuke had a plan. A brilliant, perfect plan.

It involved a dead deer skull he’d found earlier, some long branches, a cloak soaked in dark mud, and his natural ability to hide in trees like a very aggressive bird.

He waited until (Y/N) had cooled off and was sitting at their shared campsite, fanning the flames of the small fire with a quiet pout still on her face.

Then- BAM!

A bloodcurdling shriek echoed from the treetops as something monstrous launched from the shadows. Mud, bone, and antlers flashed. (Y/N) screamed and scrambled back, drawing her blade by instinct. Her heart nearly leapt out of her chest.

Then-

The “creature” tripped over a root and faceplanted in front of her.

“HAHA! GOTCHA!” Inosuke leapt up, flinging off the deer skull and mud-caked cloak with a triumphant grin. “See?? Bet your heart’s racing! That’s love, baby!”

(Y/N) just stared at him. No laughter. No playful push. Just silence... and slowly rising anger.

She stood stiffly, brushing leaves and dirt off her clothes with trembling hands.

“You...” she began, voice shaking. “You scared the absolute hell out of me, Inosuke!”

He blinked, grin faltering. “Well, yeah! That was the point! It’s funny, right? Right?”

“You think traumatizing me is funny?!” she snapped, backing away a few steps. “You know what? I’m done. I’m so done. I’m going to pack up my things and leave. You can marry that deer skull and live happily ever after with your mud cloak.”

“Wait- WHAAAT?!”

“I hope you and Mrs. Deer Bone have a great life together.”

Inosuke looked genuinely terrified now. “No no no, wait, wait- (Y/N)! Come on! It was just a joke! You’re not really leaving, are you?!”

(Y/N) turned dramatically, starting to walk away.

Inosuke scrambled after them, dropping to his knees. “Okay, I’m sorry!! Please don’t go! You can punch me in the face! Kick me in the ribs! Stab me in the arm! Wait, no, not the arm, I need that- BUT STILL!! I’M SORRY!!”

(Y/N) stopped.

She turned, arms crossed again, raising a brow. “So now you’re saying sorry?”

“YES! I mean... yeah! I didn’t mean to make you mad, I just...” he fidgeted, looking anywhere but at her. “I thought if I could make you scream and laugh and forget being mad at me, then you’d know I care. But... I guess that wasn’t the smartest way.”

(Y/N) exhaled, finally letting her shoulders drop.

“I was never actually going to leave, you dumb boar,” she said softly. “But gods, Inosuke... you’ve got to learn how to show you care without nearly giving me a heart attack.”

He stood, slowly padding forward with his head low.

“Then... how do I show you?” he asked, for once not shouting or charging. Just curious. Soft.

(Y/N) walked over and gently took his hand, still stained with mud.

“This. Talking. Listening. Just be with me. Not hiding in trees trying to traumatize me.”

“...But trees are so cool, though-”

“Inosuke-”

“Okay! Okay! No more tree-jumping monsters!” He grinned sheepishly. “...Unless you want one.”

(Y/N) snorted, pulling him into a hug. “You’re impossible.”

His arms wrapped around her tightly, face pressed into her shoulder. “Yeah... but I’m your impossible.”

Zenitsu:

The sun filtered gently through the cracks in the wooden shutters, bathing the room in golden light. The safe house was unusually quiet this afternoon- Tanjiro and Inosuke were off training, Nezuko was napping peacefully in her box, and that left just Zenitsu and (Y/N) to occupy the space.

And that… was not going well.

“You always run away!” (Y/N)’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and frustrated.

Zenitsu flinched as if she'd thrown something at him. “I don’t always run away! I-I just... use tactical retreat when necessary!”

“Tactical retreat? You screamed and climbed on my head, Zenitsu!”

“That demon was horrifying!” Zenitsu wailed, gripping his own hair. “It had four arms and teeth where its eyes should be!”

“And I had to take care of it while you were shaking like a leaf behind a bush!” (Y/N) crossed her arms, exasperated. “I’m not saying you’re not brave when it counts, but when you act like this all the time- it doesn’t exactly scream ‘loving and protective boyfriend,’ Zenitsu!”

The words hit him like a slap, his wide amber eyes growing misty. “You don’t think I’m loving?”

(Y/N) sighed, rubbing her forehead. “Zenitsu... I love you. But you’re such a scaredy cat sometimes! And it hurts because I feel like I can’t depend on you unless you’re unconscious and lightning-charged.”

Zenitsu stood there, stunned, lower lip wobbling.

(Y/N) groaned. “I need to go cool off.” She stormed out of the room, sliding the door shut a bit too hard.

Later that day, Zenitsu paced in the hallway with his hands behind his back, muttering to himself.

“Scaredy cat... scaredy cat... I’ll show her scaredy cat... I’m going to prove I can be fun and loving. I’ll do something bold! Something dramatic! Something... memorable!”

It was then that he spotted a costume closet one of the Kakushi used for festivals. His eyes gleamed with mischief. An idea bloomed in his head, outrageous and ridiculous- and perfect.

Later, when (Y/N) returned from a walk, calmer now. Her fingers trailed along the hallway walls, the air carrying the scent of tea and clean wood. She was already planning what to say when she saw Zenitsu again- something like “I’m sorry for being harsh,” or “I know you’re trying.”

But then-

“RAWR!”

A creature leapt from behind a sliding door, arms flailing and covered in bright, ridiculous fabrics. Zenitsu had somehow forced himself into a lion onesie, complete with fuzzy tail and painted whiskers. He charged with a roar that sounded like a cat having a coughing fit.

(Y/N) screamed- not in amusement, but in raw, startled panic.

She tripped over a rock, fell hard on her side, and rolled a bit before groaning in pain.

Zenitsu dropped the fake roar instantly. “(Y/N)!!” He scrambled over in his fuzzy lion getup, paw-gloves flailing. “Oh no oh no oh no-! I didn’t mean to scare you like that!”

(Y/N) sat up, wincing. Her arm was scraped, her knee had caught the worst of the fall, and a forming bruise throbbed under her robes.

“I was trying to make you laugh! I thought-! I just wanted to prove I could be brave and... fun and... romantic and-!” Zenitsu’s bottom lip trembled again, eyes glassy. “I didn’t mean to hurt you…”

(Y/N) blinked at him- at the giant lion suit, the silly little ears, the dumb tail, and his completely crumpled expression.

“I should leave,” she said solemnly.

Zenitsu let out a strangled noise. “NO! Don’t go! Please- I’m sorry- I’ll throw the suit away- I’ll be serious- I’ll go punch a demon in the face right now- I-”

“I meant leave you, not the house,” (Y/N) interrupted, deadpan.

Zenitsu looked like a kicked puppy.

“I’m joking, you ridiculous fuzzy idiot.”

Zenitsu blinked.

Then (Y/N) chuckled softly. “You really thought dressing up like that would make me laugh?”

He nodded sheepishly. “I wanted to be a brave lion boyfriend.”

(Y/N) shook her head, wincing again as she moved. “You’re lucky I love you.”

Zenitsu moved to help her up, all dramatics gone now, just soft and apologetic. “You... do still love me, right?”

She leaned heavily against him, hand resting on his fuzzy chest. “Of course I do. Even if you’re a bit of a coward, even if you’re dramatic... You always try. And that means a lot.”

Zenitsu flushed a deep scarlet, holding her tighter than the lion suit allowed. “I promise I’ll do better. I’ll be there next time- no matter how scary it is.”

(Y/N) smiled against his shoulder. “Just don’t dress like a circus act again, and we’ll be fine.”

“Deal.”

Later that night, Zenitsu sat by the futon, gently dabbing at (Y/N)’s scraped knee with some ointment.

“You’re lucky Tanjiro isn’t here. He’d be so disappointed in me.”

“He would lecture you about safety and emotional responsibility,” (Y/N) mused.

Zenitsu winced dramatically. “Ugh, even worse than fighting a demon.”

(Y/N) reached out and pulled him into bed beside her, sighing contentedly.

“I guess I do have a pretty loving boyfriend,” she mumbled sleepily. “Even if he’s a ridiculous coward.”

Zenitsu blushed as he pulled the blanket over both of them.

“...I love you too, you bruised-up gremlin.”

“Goodnight, lion boy.”

“...Rawr.”

Nezuko:

The sky was pale and overcast when the argument began. Spring usually meant new life, blooming trees, and bright sun filtering through clouds. But today? The wind was a little too sharp, and the air carried a tension that matched the sudden silence in the Kamado household.

"You always act like everything's perfect, Nezuko," (Y/N) snapped, turning away from the young demon-turned-human, arms crossed. "Like nothing ever bothers you. Like... you're always calm. Always sweet. Always too good to be real."

Nezuko stood still, mouth slightly open. Her soft pink eyes blinked once, then twice, hurt flickering across them like a candle guttering in the wind.

"But I am real," she said softly.

"Yeah, and I love you- I do. But sometimes I feel like... you’re not really here. Like you don’t feel the way I do. You’re so perfect all the time that I feel like I’m the only one who's ever angry or jealous or scared. And I hate that! I hate how you never screw up, how you never mess up, never yell- never even sweat under pressure. I hate that I’m the messy one in this-"

(Y/N)'s voice cracked, and she sucked in a breath.

"...I feel like I’m the only one trying sometimes."

Nezuko's lips parted, but no sound came out. Her fingers clenched at her sides, a dozen replies dying in her throat. She didn’t want to cry- not in front of (Y/N), who was already trembling from the weight of their confession.

"I’m not very loving," (Y/N) added bitterly. "Not like you. Because you're... you’re too perfect."

And just like that, she turned and stormed out onto the porch, leaving Nezuko alone in the kitchen, her heart quietly shattering beneath her ribs.

Later that night, Nezuko sat curled up on the tatami mat, frowning into a bowl of ingredients. She didn’t cry- crying wouldn’t fix it. But she was bothered. Maybe she hadn’t realized how distant she'd felt to (Y/N) lately. Maybe her quiet nature- once a comfort- was starting to feel like a wall.

"Too perfect, huh?" she whispered to herself.

A mischievous glint entered her eyes.

"Well... maybe I should show her I’m not that perfect."

She cracked her knuckles, glancing at the small box of dango flour and the recipe for (Y/N)'s favorite sweet- matcha mochi. But this time... she had a special ingredient in mind.

Nezuko grinned as she reached for the spice shelf.

"Wasabi... just a little prank."

The next afternoon, she presented the mochi like it was a peace offering. Green, soft, dusted with rice flour. Perfectly handmade.

(Y/N) was still a little raw from the fight, curled on the edge of the porch with her arms around her knees, watching clouds pass overhead.

"...I made you something," Nezuko said gently, nudging the plate into her view.

(Y/N) looked up, hesitant. "Mochi?"

Nezuko nodded innocently. "Your favorite. Matcha. With extra love."

There was a beat of silence. Then (Y/N) gave a small, lopsided smile. "You’re trying to bribe me with sweets, huh?"

"...Maybe."

She took one without much thought, bit in- and immediately froze.

Nezuko tried not to laugh too soon, but she saw her eyes widen comically and a sputter leave her lips.

"W-What the hell is in this?" (Y/N) gagged. "Is this... is this wasabi?!"

Nezuko burst out laughing, holding her sides. "Got you!"

"You little-" (Y/N) laughed too at first, nervously, wiping her tongue. "Nezuuuko!"

But then she stopped.

And blinked.

Nezuko’s laughter faltered.

"...You okay?"

(Y/N)’s face turned a little red- no, splotchy. She reached toward her throat.

"Shit."

She stood quickly, stumbling. "Nezuko- I-I'm- I'm allergic to wasabi-"

Her eyes went wide in horror.

"What?!"

Nezuko grabbed herinstantly, guiding her back inside. "Why didn’t you tell me?!"

"You’re not supposed to put prank spices in my favorite food!" she croaked, wheezing as she dug into her bag for her emergency medication.

It wasn’t a severe allergy- thankfully. Just enough to make her tongue swell, her face puff slightly, and breathing get mildly tight. But it was enough to scare the hell out of Nezuko.

As she downed the medicine and slumped back into a seated position, fanning her mouth with her hand, she gave Nezuko a sharp side-eye.

"That was evil, Kamado. I’m breaking up with you. I’m going to go find a quiet, boring farmer girl who can cook without trying to kill me."

"...No you're not." Nezuko’s voice cracked, her hands trembling as she tried to steady the cup of water for (Y/N).

"You don’t know that," (Y/N) teased weakly, though she were already leaning into her.

Nezuko placed the cup down, then sat beside her, face pale and tight with guilt.

"...I was trying to be funny. Trying to prove I wasn’t perfect. That I do mess up. But I didn’t want this."

(Y/N) chuckled, still half-wheezing. "Well, you definitely proved it."

Nezuko dropped her face into her hands. "I’m sorry. So, so sorry. I didn’t think- I didn’t even ask-"

(Y/N) leaned into her, resting her head against her shoulder, breath finally starting to come easier.

"I forgive you."

Nezuko looked up slowly, shocked.

(Y/N) gave her a small, crooked grin. "...You were trying to reach me. That’s what matters. Even if you nearly poisoned me doing it."

She let out a weak giggle.

Nezuko blinked a few times, and suddenly threw her arms around them, burying her face in her shoulder.

"You scared me..." she whispered.

"You scared me, too."

Silence fell between them for a moment, but it was warmer now. Closer.

"...Can I still cook for you?" Nezuko murmured after a while.

(Y/N) groaned dramatically. "Only if you promise never to go near wasabi again."

She nodded solemnly. "Deal."

"Also... maybe let’s both stop pretending. You don’t have to be perfect. And I don’t have to be the mess. We’re allowed to meet halfway."

Nezuko smiled into her neck.

"I love you, imperfections and all."

(Y/N) smirked. "Good. ‘Cause this relationship is definitely messy now."

Nezuko giggled, and for the first time that day, (Y/N) genuinely laughed with her.

Genya:

They were in the middle of a quiet clearing, sun filtering through the treetops above them. The scent of pine and moss lingered in the warm breeze, and for a moment, it felt like the world had paused. No demons, no missions, just stillness.

Except… not really.

“You know, you never joke around,” (Y/N) muttered, crouched over the small fire pit she was trying to light. “Always so serious. It's like you’re afraid your face will crack if you smile too hard.”

Genya, sharpening his blade nearby, tensed visibly. “What the hell does that even mean?”

(Y/N) blew at an ember from within the fire and glanced at him. “It means you're not very… loving. You’re all ‘training’ this and ‘focus’ that, but never ‘Hey, (Y/N), I care about you’ or even ‘you look cute today.’ You’re like a really buff rock with a grudge.”

That got him. His eyes flicked up, brows furrowed deep.

“That's not fair,” he muttered. “Just 'cause I don’t say stuff like that doesn't mean I don't care.”

(Y/N) stood up now, hands on her hips. “Then show it once in a while, Genya. I'm not asking for poetry. Just… affection. A little fun. You’re always acting like smiling is illegal.”

Genya stood, jaw clenched, flustered and defensive. “I ain’t unloving! Just ‘cause I ain’t goofy doesn’t mean I don’t-”

But (Y/N) had already walked away, huffing, “Whatever.”

The argument settled into an awkward silence between them for the rest of the evening. But Genya couldn’t get her words out of his head. Too serious. Not loving. That stung. He wasn’t like his brother, sure, but he wasn’t heartless.

So... he got an idea. A stupid idea.

The next morning, (Y/N) woke up to an empty camp. She stretched and yawned, only to find a strange trail of bloodied feathers and ripped fabric leading into the forest. Her heart dropped.

"Genya?!" she called, already grabbing her weapon.

No answer.

Panic rising, she followed the trail- only for a blur to come rushing out of the bushes with a loud screech.

"DEMON!!" she screamed, drawing her blade-

-and immediately tripping over a random stick that was on the ground.

She went down hard, rolling down a small slope, crashing into a fallen log with a sickening crack.

"SHIT- (Y/N)!" Genya's voice cut through the trees as he dropped the silly makeshift costume of torn fabric and fake teeth.

He practically leapt down after her, heart hammering in his throat. (Y/N) groaned, clutching her ankle, which was visibly twisted. Her arm was scraped raw and bleeding, and there were bruises forming fast.

“You absolute jackass,” she hissed, eyes watering from pain and rage. “What the hell kind of prank is that?! I could’ve broken my neck!”

“I-I didn’t think you’d actually fall- shit, I didn’t mean-”

“Oh, don’t give me that face,” she snapped, trying and failing to sit up without wincing. “This was totally uncalled for.”

Genya hovered, guilt flooding every inch of his body. His hand shook as he touched her arm gently.

“I was just… I was tryin’ to show you I could be fun. That I ain’t too serious. I thought… if I could scare you a little, you’d laugh at it after. I was tryin’ to be less stiff for once.”

(Y/N) glared at him, then muttered, “Well, congrats. You broke me instead. Maybe I should leave your ass after all. Find a Hashira with a sense of humor.”

That hit him harder than any demon ever had. His expression crumbled.

“…You don’t mean that,” he said quietly.

She looked at him for a long moment… and then sighed, a small smirk forming despite her pain. “Of course I don’t. Dumbass.”

Genya blinked.

“…Wait, so… you’re not actually leaving?”

“No, Genya,” she said softly. “You’re lucky I love you. Just maybe… stick to jokes that don’t involve fake demon attacks next time?”

He exhaled with a laugh- relieved, guilty, and embarrassed all at once.

“Yeah. Yeah, I get it. I really messed up.”

“You really did.”

He crouched beside her, lifting her injured arm gently and pulling out a small jar of salve. “Let me patch you up. And I’ll carry you back. I owe you.”

(Y/N) leaned into his side a little, her voice softer now. “You know… that was kinda loving. In a Genya sort of way.”

“…Yeah?”

“Yeah. Just don’t do it again, or I’ll punch you.”

He chuckled quietly, resting his forehead against hers for a moment. “Deal.”

Later that night, after she was fully bandaged and resting on a pile of blankets near the fire, he came over with something behind his back.

“…What’s that?” she asked suspiciously.

He revealed a crude bouquet of wildflowers, tied together with some thread. “I… uh… picked these. Earlier. Before the dumb prank. Just didn’t know how to give ‘em to you.”

(Y/N)’s lips twitched into a crooked smile. “You’re seriously trying the soft-boy act now?”

He shrugged, ears turning red. “Just shut up and take the damn flowers.”

And she did- with a smirk, a kiss to his cheek, and a mumbled, “You’re still a dumbass, but you’re my dumbass.”

Hello my friend, I hope that you are having a good day! 😊 Well, For my first request, I wanted to see if you could do a headcanon with Demon Slayer AU x short black!reader (Short meaning like 5’2 in height and who’s ended up in Japan but has Trinidad and Tobago Caribbean roots/culture which includes the accent,food and of course Soca Carnival) who they date, want to marry and have children with in the future? ( You can choose how many kids each of them should have!)🐦‍🔥🌺🏝️🍹

A/N: Absolutely, @lelewright1234! I want to make it known, though- I am Indonesian-American. So, white and Asian. I did my best, though, with some research! If there is anything that is wrong, or inaccurate, please tell me! It's purely from me being ignorant. I did five characters to start with, if you want a part two, just request it and I'll start working on it :}

Carnival Hearts

Tanjiro, Inosuke, Zenitsu, Nezuko, and Genya x Fem!Black!Reader Headcannons

Warnings: None that I can tell :}

Word Count: 3054

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Tanjiro:

- The first time Tanjiro hears (Y/N)’s accent, he’s absolutely stunned: His eyes widen, he blinks a few times, and stammers, “Wh-what? Say that again?” Her voice is melodic to him, like music- rhythmic, warm, and full of life. Even when he doesn’t understand the slang, he’s enchanted by the way she speaks.

- Tanjiro becomes obsessed with (Y/N)’s cooking- deeply: The man had never tasted pelau, bake and shark, or curry chicken before… but now? He begs for them constantly. He’s always right beside her in the kitchen, apron on and eyes sparkling. “Okay, so I flip the roti- wait, why is it sticking- oh no, I messed it up again!”

- (Y/N)’s Music: When she hums soca music while cleaning, the first time, Tanjiro freezes mid-sweep. “What is this magical, energetic sound?! Why does it make me want to dance and fight demons at the same time??” Now, that music means good vibes, her, and home.

- Ever the gentleman: Tanjiro always leans down slightly to speak with (Y/N) since she’s only 5’2”- even if she insists it’s unnecessary. “Sorry!” he’d laugh, “You’re just so cute down there, I can’t help it!”

- Protective doesn’t even cover it: If anyone dares make fun of (Y/N)’s height or culture, Tanjiro remains sweet- but his glare? Cold as ice. It’s the kind of look that shuts an entire room up. “Speak with respect. Or don’t speak at all.”

- He’s a nickname machine: From “Tiny Tempest,” to “My Lil Firecracker,” to “Sunshine,” or simply a tender “(Y/N)-chan,” he always has something sweet on his lips when it comes to her.

- They balance each other perfectly: (Y/N) brings boldness, rhythm, and color into his world- while he offers peace, patience, and grounding. Together, they’re a heart-shaped hurricane of love.

- When Tanjiro proposes, it’s intimate and heart-melting: No grand show- just pure emotion. He might write to (Y/N)’s family back home to ask for their blessing, or maybe even learn to play a steelpan to perform a song. He could propose during Carnival, surrounded by joy and music, whispering, “You’ve brought so much light and color into my life. I want to dance through every day with you- through sunshine and storm. Will you marry me?”

- He’s all in for a culturally blended wedding: Traditional Japanese elements meet vibrant Trini culture. Yes, he wears the feathers. Yes, he’s bashful. But he does it with the softest smile, all for her.

- As a father? Tanjiro is dad of the year: Warm, affectionate, and involved. He teaches their kids sword forms, calligraphy, and compassion. (Y/N) teaches them how to cook Caribbean dishes, to limbo, and to live like joy is a celebration. “You are strong, kind, and beautiful,” he tells them. “From your mother, you carry music in your soul. From me, you carry strength and love. Never forget that.”

- Carnival becomes a yearly tradition for the whole family: The first time he joins (Y/N)’s family in Trinidad, Tanjiro is overwhelmed- in the best way. Their children race around in glittering costumes, she glows in feathers and color, and Tanjiro just stands there, heart bursting, whispering, “This… this is home.”

Inosuke: 

- First Impressions & Height Obsession: The first thing Inosuke noticed was (Y/N)’s height- or lack thereof. “OI! WHY IS SHE SO TINY?!” he’d shout, poking the top of her head like she was some strange woodland creature. But the moment she scolded him with that sharp, melodic accent, he froze. Eyes wide. Brain malfunctioning. He’d never heard anyone sound like that before- and something in him loved it. From that moment on, he started listening to her more than he ever admitted.

- Food is Love: (Y/N) introduced him to Caribbean food, and it ruined every bland meal that came after. Inosuke devoured curry chicken, red beans, fried plantains, pelau, and especially roti like a man starved. “WHAT’S THIS? ROTI?? I WANT ROTI EVERY DAY, WOMAN!!” he’d shout with a satisfied grin. He boasted to the entire Corps that only he got to eat her cooking. It was sacred. No one else was allowed.

- Culture Shock (But He’s Thriving): Soca music confused him at first. “WHY’S IT SO GOOD?!” he’d demand, as if the music offended him. But soon enough, he was obsessed. Couldn’t get enough. He’d hum it during training sessions, during patrols- he even hummed it in battle.

- Carnival Chaos: (Y/N) took him to Carnival once, and he thought he was stepping into a war zone. “THIS IS THE BEST FIGHT PARTY EVER!!” he roared, covered in glitter and feathers. “It’s a celebration, not a brawl,” she had tried to explain- but by then he was whining his hips, downing rum, and dancing like he’d been born on to do it. She laughed so hard, she cried.

- Mutual Respect & Affection: Inosuke was fiercely protective of her, but never controlling. He loved how fiery she was- whether they were sparring, dancing, or teasing each other. He saw her as unstoppable, and he adored that.

- Constant Flexing: He never shut up about (Y/N). “MY WOMAN COULD BEAT YOU IN A FIGHT AND STILL MAKE A BETTER CURRY THAN YOUR MOM.” He'd randomly scream, “I’M GONNA MARRY HER!!” even if she wasn’t there. Zenitsu rolls his eyes “Dude, she’s not even here-” “I KNOW. SHE’LL FEEL IT.”

- Marriage… Inosuke Style: He didn’t really understand traditional proposals, so one day he just declared: “WE’RE MARRIED NOW.” “We are NOT- where’s the ring?!” “I CAN GET YOU A ROCK FROM THE FOREST.” Eventually, with some guidance, he pulled together a proper proposal. He placed a shiny ring inside a coconut shell lined with flowers. “It looks like you,” he said. (Y/N) melted.

- The Wedding: Their wedding was a chaotic, glorious fusion of both of their cultures. Steel pan music rang out, the food was a rainbow of flavor, and the dancing was vibrant and wild. Inosuke wore his haori- with added feathers, of course- and went absolutely feral on the dance floor. Tanjiro cried. Zenitsu fainted. Tengen declared it the party of the year.

- Kids, Kids, Kids: “I WANT FIVE,” he blurted out one day, unprompted. (Y/N) nearly choked. They ended up raising a wild little gang- Inosuke trained them like baby boars. Tree climbing, bug hunting, sword swinging. She balanced that chaos with rhythm, affection, culture, and soca music. She taught them how to cook, how to speak proper Trini slang, and how to carry themselves with fire.

- Family Vibes: All of their kids had a little lilt in their voices, and Inosuke was obsessed. He bragged constantly, “YOUR MOTHER ONCE MADE CURRY BEFORE STABBING A DEMON. THE CURRY TASTED BETTER BECAUSE OF IT.”

- Jealous Husband Energy: Sometimes the kids clung to (Y/N) a little too much for his liking. “OI! SHE’S MY WIFE FIRST!!” She’d just smile, kiss his cheek, and whisper, “Don’t worry, you’re still my big baby.”

Zenitsu:

- First Impressions and The Accent That Changed His Life: Zenitsu fell hard the moment he heard (Y/N) speak. Her accent hit his ears like a thunderclap wrapped in silk, and he turned beet red on the spot. “M-Marry me!!” came out before he even asked her name. Flustered and starstruck, he started babbling about angels and destiny. Tanjiro had to physically hold him back to stop him from proposing on the spot.

- The Way to His Heart: (Y/N)’s cooking became his favorite form of magic. The first time she made pelau, he shed actual tears. His soul ascended after one bite of bake and shark. And don’t even get him started on callaloo. After tasting her food, he’d clutch his chest dramatically and proclaim, “This has healing properties… my bones feel younger!” He always tried to help in the kitchen, but usually ended up snacking on half the ingredients. “I’m sorry! It smells too good! Are you using love as a seasoning?!”

- Culture Shock (and Awe): The first time he heard soca, Zenitsu looked like he’d been struck by lightning. “It’s so intense!!” he screamed- before learning to dance to it with full chaotic commitment. “I’m trying to whine for you, babe!!” he’d cry while flailing wildly. Carnival was even more intense. At first, he thought it was a battlefield, then a blessing. “ARE WE UNDER ATTACK OR IS THIS… THE BEST PARTY EVER?!”

- Dazzled at Carnival: The first time he saw (Y/N) in Carnival attire, his jaw hit the floor. His soul left his body. From that moment on, he walked beside her like a bodyguard on royal duty. “STEP ASIDE! THIS IS MY GIRLFR- I MEAN FUTURE WIFE!!” He refused to let go of her hand, even while hiding behind her during the loudest parts. After the parade, glitter on his cheeks and hands still clasped in hers, he fell asleep mumbling, “I wanna do this every year… with you.”

- Forever Starts Early: Zenitsu talked about marriage way too early- but he meant every word. “What kinds of have engagement customs do you have? Should I bring mangoes? Do I ask a grandparent? I want to do it right!” He dreamed of a wedding that fused both their worlds. Kimonos and Carnival feathers, sakura petals raining on soca dancers, sushi and curry goat side by side. “I want our kids to eat roti and mochi. To dance like you and train like me. I want that life with you.”

- Soft-Dad Supreme: He cried when the baby kicked. Cried when they said papa. Cried when they sneezed. Every milestone felt like a divine experience. He proudly tried to teach them Thunder Breathing, though they leaned more into music and dance- just like their mama. “You must whine at Carnival and meditate under the stars. That’s your birthright!”

- Compliments Hit Different: (Y/N)’s accent was a weapon of emotional destruction. One soft “Good job, Zen” and he was emotionally spinning through the air. The first time she told him she loved him, he went completely silent for ten minutes, just… stared at a tree. Later, he tried to write her a poem but cried halfway through every draft. “You’re fire and storm and sun and… and I’m lucky I even get to stand next to you.”

- He Adores (Y/N) Completely: Zenitsu adored everything about her- her strength, her rhythm, her voice, her culture. He genuinely believed she was a miracle in human form, and loving her made him braver than he ever thought possible. “You make me feel like lightning can be soft… like I’m more than just fear. I love you. I choose you.”

Nezuko:

- First Impressions: Even before she could speak, Nezuko was drawn to (Y/N). It wasn’t just the kindness- it was the energy. She moved with rhythm in her step, laughed like the world wasn’t burning, and wore sunshine like perfume. Nezuko hadn’t seen sunlight in years... until she met her. Barely 5'2, yet her presence filled every room. And Nezuko watched, enchanted.

- Food and Comfort: The first time (Y/N) introduced Nezuko to her cooking- doubles, bake and shark, pelau- Nezuko was visibly shaken (in the best way). Words weren’t necessary; the tug on the sleeve and the pointed finger at the pot said it all, “More, please.” She always saved the last bite for Nezuko, and Nezuko always offered it right back.

- Music and Moonlight: One night, (Y/N) hummed soft Soca beneath the moonlight. Nezuko tilted her head, curious, then began to sway. Gently, she took Nezuko’s hands and guided her into the rhythm, fireflies glowing around them like tiny Carnival lights. At first, Nezuko mimicked her moves- but soon, she was dancing beside her like she’d been doing it her whole life.

- The Accent: Nezuko adored (Y/N)’s accent. Even after regaining her voice, she would listen like each word was a melody. Whenever she used Trini slang, Nezuko would pout in confusion, then burst into laughter with her. Sometimes, she’d try to mimic the phrases- badly. But that only made her laugh harder.

- Physical Affection: Nezuko was a cuddler through and through. With (Y/N) being so small, she often wrapped herself around her like a protective vine. Her favorite place was curled into her chest, listening to soft lullabies while fingers played gently through her hair. After nightmares, her voice was the only thing that could soothe Nezuko back to sleep.

- In Battle: (Y/N) had the charisma and quick wit- Nezuko was the shield and the fire. If anyone dared threaten her, Nezuko didn’t hesitate. No words, just fangs, flames, and unyielding fury. After every fight, she was the first to check on Nezuko. And though Nezuko always insisted she was fine, one gentle “sweet girl” would have her melting into her arms.

- Dreams and Futures: Nezuko’s dream was simple. Peace, a garden, and a home where she was safe. She pictured kissing (Y/N)’s hands in the open, no fear, no muzzle- just freedom. In her quiet moments, she imagined them walking hand-in-hand on beaches. One Carnival, she was gifted a small ring made of seashells. She cried. She wore it like it was made of diamonds.

- Motherhood: Nezuko wanted children- not from duty, but from love. When she looked at (Y/N), she saw a future full of joy. She imagined barefoot little ones laughing with their mother’s vibrant spirit and growing strong with her Kamado heart. She’d teach them to make onigiri, while their mother taught them to wind their waist to Bunji Garlin. She let them paint her nails, sticker her face- each one worn with pride. Together, they’d raise them on calypso lullabies, warmth, and wild joy.

- All She Wants Is (Y/N): Nezuko never needed riches or recognition. All she wanted was her- a life where love was louder than fear, where two cultures danced and bloomed into something whole. A home filled with music, sun-warmed skin, soft words, and love that echoed through time.

Genya:

- First Impressions: Genya didn’t know what hit him when he first met (Y/N). She was short- barely reaching his chest- but her presence filled the room like sunlight. When she locked eyes with a demon twice her size and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll go handle it,” before body-slamming the creature into the dirt, he was stunned. She was powerful, radiant, and her voice? Hypnotic. From the moment she spoke, he was completely captivated.

- Trying to Keep His Distance (and Failing): He told himself (Y/N) would never go for someone like him- too bright, too bold, too far out of his league. But she kept choosing him. Sitting next to him during breaks. Calling him “pretty boy.” Offering him food from her plate. Slowly, all the defenses he’d built began to crumble. She didn’t just see him- she wanted him. And that meant everything.

- The Soca Incident: On a rest day, (Y/N) tugged him up and started dancin while softly singing. He froze- eyes wide, cheeks red- while she danced like rhythm lived in her bones. He didn’t move that time, but the memory stayed etched in his brain. That moment? It haunted him- in the best way.

- PDA and Soft Affection: Genya had never known casual affection. It always felt foreign. But with (Y/N)? She kissed his forehead like it was the most natural thing in the world. Held his face and called him “my handsome warrior.” Every time, he melted a little more. Eventually, he started leaning into it- hungry for the gentle kind of love she gave so freely.

- Obsessed With (Y/N)’s Accent: He loved her accent. Completely obsessed. When he was alone, he’d mimic her phrases under his breath. The first time she caught him doing it, he panicked. “I wasn’t making fun of you! I- I just like how you talk, okay?!” From then on, it became their little joke… and his quiet comfort.

- Food Is His Love Language (Well, (Y/N)’s): The first time she made him pelau, he swore he saw heaven. Roti? Devoured. She warned him about the pepper sauce- he ignored her. Instantly regretted it. Still cried his way through the heat, sweat and tears mixing as he mumbled, “It’s so good…”

- Homesick Days: On the rare days homesickness crept in, (Y/N) would talk about home- about Carnival, the sea breeze, the music, the smell of spices in the air. He didn’t always understand, but he listened. Held her close. Asked questions. And when she smiled again, he’d hum the soca songs she loved, hoping it made her feel a little closer to home.

- Quiet Proposal, Loud Love: He didn’t need a grand gesture. Just (Y/N). One night during a festival, while fireworks lit the sky, he slipped a ring onto her finger with a trembling hand. When she turned to him, he was already looking at her like she was the only thing that mattered. No speech. Just, “You’re my home. Stay?”

- Visiting Trinidad and Tobago: He went home with (Y/N). Tried his best to speak patois- fumbled it, of course- but she giggled every time, gently correcting him. Carnival overwhelmed him at first, but she dressed him up in glitter and feathers, and he followed her into the crowd. Nervous, dazzled… and completely in love.

- The Softest, Most Anxious Dad: The first time he held their child, he sobbed. Couldn’t stop. He was consumed with protecting them- checking their breath, their warmth, their blanket. But when (Y/N) danced around the room holding the baby to a soca beat, he stood there in awe. Then he joined- awkward, stumbling, but smiling wider than ever.

- Culture Keeper: He learned every recipe (Y/N) offered- pelau, callaloo, bake, macaroni pie. Not just for her, but for their children. So they’d know where they came from. Every time she leaned over his shoulder and said, “You're getting it, babe,” he lit up with pride.

- Raising Strong, Joyful Kids: Together, they raised children rooted in both worlds- (Y/N)’s vibrant culture and his quiet strength. Their kids danced to soca, sparred with wooden swords, and laughed with wild joy. Watching them, Genya saw everything he’d ever hoped for- two hearts' love blooming into something unforgettable.