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hihi would you please write an angst to comfort Tanjiro x reader? one where the reader blames herself for someone dying in a demon attack and she kinda beats herself up a lot over it. and so she trains a ton, doesn’t eat doesn’t sleep type stuff. and it’s getting really unhealthy, overtraining and all. and so Tanjiro like. makes her stop, eat sleep and it ends with reader falling asleep cuddling Tanjiro?
okay if you did it it’d be so great but if not that okay :) have a lovely day!
“For me”
Tanjiro Kamado x reader
Hiii! I am sorry this took so long. My finals are going on so I’ve been busy with that 😭. Also, this is a very unhealthy coping mechanism so I would only write overexertion, mental strain and loss of appetite instead of deliberately missing meals.
Content and warning: angst, hurt/comfort, stress, kind of PTSD, nightmares, mention of blood, missing meals, fluff towards the end, established relationship.
!! I just want to say, this is absolutely not healthy. Missing meals is not okay, nor is it a way to cope. In any situation never ever do this. Your body needs care in those difficult time, and you must always take care of yourself first no matter what. If you feel this way please reach out to someone !!
It was…dark. It felt suffocating, as if someone had their fingers wrapped around my throat. A heaviness weighed down on my chest. Wait, why are my feet bare. I looked down, water? I tried to focus at my reflection. A sudden gasp tore through my lungs.
Blood
But I felt no pain, it wasn’t mine. All my hair stuck in different directions, I was wearing the same clothes I did that day, that awful day—
I heard a rustle behind me and looked up. Somehow I was standing in the middle of a forest, that forest. what the hell? My fingers instinctively tighter around my katana.
“Y/n!” That scream. The same one I had heard that day. My head snapped towards the sound. There they were, surrounded by demons.
I started to run towards them, suddenly I too was under attack. My limbs felt as if they weren’t my own, I could feel the trail of tears beginning fall down my cheeks. Why? Why was this happening all over again.
“Y/n!”
The sound seemed to get louder and louder, echoing throughout the damn forest.
“Y/n!”
I tried to fight off the demons, but they just seemed to be multiplying.
“Y/N!”
—
My eyes snapped opened, my body jolted off the mattress, the covers falling to the ground beside me. Cold sweat ran down my spine, tears running down my face.
“Hey, hey, love, shhh, it’s okay, it’s okay, I am right here,” Tanjiro’s voice came out of nowhere, his firm hand running up and down my back. That’s when I realised I was gasping for air.
“What–?” I blurted out, my eyes darting around.
“You had a nightmare again,” Tanjiro said, his voice didn’t carry its familiar cheer.
He handed me a glass of water. I pushed it away and laid back down, my back to him. He sighed. And pulled the covers over us me, not laying back down himself. I felt a slight tremble in his fingers when they brushed my arm.
It had been like this recently. I had started resisting Tanjiro’s attempts to comfort me. I don’t know why. Maybe I just didn’t want to seem weak, or maybe it was because I felt ashamed of how much this affected me.
I knew how much it affected Tanjiro, but I didn’t know why I just couldn’t bring myself to be that vulnerable.
———— x ————
My chest heaved with short breaths, sweaty palms gripping the katana, as my life depended on it. A few stray strands of hair clung to the beads of sweat on my face. My muscles screamed in agony from exertion. The loud thumping in my chest, and the throbbing pain in your head, were the only sounds I heard.
‘Y/n, y/n!’
The screams rang through my brain like a constant reminder. If only I had been faster, fought off the demon quicker, if only— my jaw tightened, the grip on my sword becoming tighter.
I wound my blade back again, eyes fixated on the practice dummy in front of you. Planting my feet, I got ready to swing again, a multiple trains of thoughts clouding my mind.
My limbs felt weak, a low growl rose from my stomach. I hadn’t been eating. I couldn’t bring myself too. The images from my dreams kept project in front of me everytime I closed my eyes. How could one have an appetite in such a case?
I swung at the the dummy.
Suddenly my knees hit the ground, hands bracing for impact. What—? I…I missed? How did I—
I felt faint, my eyes, rolling back, then….nothing.
———— x ————
Sun rays were hitting my face. My eyes fluttered open. My head was in Tanjiro’s lap. His hand weaved through my hair, as he hummed something to me. I knew that tune by heart now. That’s the tune his mother used to sing to him and his siblings. But right now it felt shaky, as if he was trying to hold himself together.
“Tanjiro,” My voice came out softer than I intended.
His hand halted in my hair.
“You fainted,” he said.
I turned a little so I could look at him better. My hand instinctively moved to brush away his hair from his forehead. For a minute we just stared at each other, his beautiful eyes looking into mine.
“You fainted because you’ve been overtraining, missing meals, not taking care of yourself, not letting me take care of you. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” His eyes started getting glossy, his hand in my hair tightened, not painfully, never that, just firmer, as if he was making sure I was still real.
I tried to speak but it was as if there was a huge knot in my throat. So instead, I got up. Trying to push him away again.
Tanjiro immediately sprung to his feet. “Don’t, y/n, please don’t push me away again,” his voice came out shaky.
“That’s all I know how to do, love. You’re right. God you always are,” that came out harsher than I had wanted. “I don’t know how to take care of myself, maybe I shouldn’t even be a demon slayer. I am a danger to myself and others!”
“Stop,” Tanjiro said firmly, he’d never raise his voice at me. He stepped closer, this time I didn’t back away. His hands came up to caress my cheek. I immediately, nuzzled my head into his palm. Tears weighing down on my lashes.
“You are not a danger, you are my everything y/n. You can’t save everyone, but punishing yourself won’t bring them back. And you may not be able to take care of yourself, but I promise you, I’ll take care of you.”
Tears were now falling freely down my face. My hands came up to his chest, fisting his chest, and pulling him closer. His arms wrapped around me, cradling my head.
“It hurts, everyday it hurts. Everytime I close my eyes, I see them, I hear their voice ringing through my head, and I just— I just… I can’t handle it!” I sobbed into him.
“Shhh sweet heart. It’s going to be okay. The pain will fade away, but you’ll remember them everyday, and I promise you it’ll make you stronger,” he mumbled against my forehead, kissing the top of my head.
I nodded.
We sat there for god knows how long. I felt safe in his arms, like the images, the voices can’t reach me anymore. It felt like healing, he felt like healing.
Tanjiro slowly pulled back, just enough to look at me properly. His thumb brushed away the tear tracks on my cheeks.
“You need to eat,” he said softly.
I stiffened a little. My fists getting tighter around him. I tried to hide away in him again, but pulled back.
“No, don’t do that,” he interrupted gently, soft in the way he said it, concern lacing his tone. “I know you don’t feel like eating, but your body is tired. And I can’t let you hurt yourself like this.”
Tanjiro picked me up, and carried me to the dinner table. He had some onigiri and soup already set up. Of course he did. Tanjiro might not always know how to express his love through words but he compensates with how much he observes and cares for people.
“When did you get the time to do all of that?” I asked settling in his lap
“While you were passed out,” he said with a small smile. It didn’t quite reach his eyes, but it was sort of teasing.
He handed me one of the onigiri.
I hesitated.
The shame crept back in. I looked at him, uncertain.
Tanjiro noticed immediately. He always did.
His free hand moved to my waist, squeezing gently. “You don’t have to be strong right now,” he murmured. “Let me do this for you.”
My throat tightened again — but not from guilt this time. From how deeply he meant it.
“I don’t want to you to see me like this, vulnerable, I don’t want you to think of me as weak” I said finally taking the onigiri from him and taking small bites.
He leaned his forehead against mine.
“I could never even imagine thinking you’re weak. You’re one of the strongest women I know. You always t care for others, put everyone above yourself, fight demons and still smile through everyday like it’s nothing,” he said while brushing my hair behind my ear.
The sincerity in his voice broke the last of my resistance.
I ate in silence while he massaged the knots out of my muscles. I hadn’t even realised how tense I was until his fingers pressed into the tight muscles.
A soft sound escaped me — half sigh, half shaky breath.
“There,” he murmured. “You’ve been carrying too much.”
His fingers worked lower, kneading carefully along my back. Every movement was slow, deliberate, grounding. The warmth of his chest against my back, the steady rhythm of his breathing, I had butterflies in my stomach and a warmth in my chest I hadn’t felt in weeks.
“I’m so proud of you,” he whispered, kissing the base of my neck.
“For eating?” I smiled.
“For trying.”
That almost made me cry again.
———— x ————
That night, when we lay down, I didn’t turn away from him.
For a few quiet moments, I stared at the ceiling. My chest tightened slightly at the thought of closing my eyes.
I rolled over to my side, letting my hand rest over Tanjiro’s waist.
Without saying anything, he shifted closer, sliding one arm beneath my head and the other around my waist, pulling me against him. I instinctively curled into his chest, palm flat against his chest. The rhythm of his heart beat syncing up with mine.
I nuzzled closer, pressing my face into the warmth of his neck. His scent—smoke mixed with a bit of sweat from training— so distinctively him. It still made me blush knowing he was mine.
“My nightmares…what if they come back?” It was a question aimed at me more than at him.
His hand moved up and down my back in slow, steady strokes.
“Then I’ll be right here. And I’ll wake you up. And I’ll hold you. As long as you want,” he whispered kissing my forehead.
My grip on him tightened slightly.
“Sleep,” he murmured. “Let your body rest. I’ve got you.”
His thumb began tracing lazy circles against my side, his breathing slow and intentional — almost as if he was trying to lend me his calm.
I focused on that rhythm.
His heart beating beneath my ear.
For the first time in a long while, the darkness behind my eyelids didn’t feel suffocating. And even if it tried to be, even if my mind tried to play games with my heart, I knew Tanjiro would be right there to piece back together. And that is all I needed for now.
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Your eyes twinkle like the night sky, Your voice, a lullaby so sweet. Your presence–maddening, I can’t deny It pulls me in sweeps me off my feet.
Your words nectar to my ears I could get drunk on your touch, Your smile makes my knees loose all its gears, A glance of you? It’s all too much.
I want to spend my days with you, My nights wrapped in your arms My evenings lost in worship true, My dreams replay your quite charm.
In want to kiss every inch of your skin Etch every part of you in me. Your eyes, the way my days begin, Your lips, my night’s last decree.
I want to dance in the rain with you And hold you close through all your sorrows, So when my time on earth is through I’ll smile–because you were mine, if only borrowed.
Hi!!! I hope you’re having a good day. I was wondering if you could write a romance since I think in your writing list you said you could do that, if I’m wrong I’m very sorry, but do you think you could do a sanemi shinazugawa x chubby reader? If you don’t want to that’s totally ok! Have a great day!
Hii! I would love to write that. However since there was is no specific scenario, here’s how I assume he’d be like as a bf, and what the relationship dynamic might be like. 🙃
Feel free to ask for any specific directions you’d want the story to go in.
sanemi shinazugawa x chubby!reader
(The reader is the new fire hashira, who replaced rengoku after his death)
The wind hashira was fairly rough around the edges.
He snapped at people, swore under his breath, and looked as if he’d bite someone if they breathed wrong.
However, what he had never wished to put into words, was how his eyes lit up when you entered a room, how his gaze followed your every move, how his body always felt drawn towards you voice, how his jaw tightened whenever you got hurt during training. No one who knew him could deny it, Sanemi Shinazugawa, was in love.
The day you had been introduced to the demon slayer corps, was far too pleasant for a moment so solemn.
Rustling of wisteria leaves had filled the quietness in the air, birds chirped somewhere far from the Ubuyashiki mansion, a forbidden sort of pleasantness, when the air around you felt of rainy days and sorrow.
Even then Sanemi’s eyes had never left you for a second.
You sat there, slightly uncomfortable, sitting on your heels had never been easy, and your feet would usually go numb afterwards. Your uniform blouse felt tight around you midsection while kneeling.
Your had bit your lip, while the hair on the back of your neck stood up, from being under the eyes of all the most powerful demon slayers. Yet, the moment you looked up, your eyes only focused on one other pair. The softest gaze in the room, was Sanemi’s.
Months later, you had finally acknowledged the the tension that had always lived between you from that moment. The ‘accidental’ brushes of skin and battle-hardened callouses had became real. Instances of Sanemi blushing at something you did and looking away to hide it, had grew exponentially.
You found out things about sanemi, nobody else did. One of the most important was, how big a softy he actually was.
You sat, draped across his lap, while his arms wrapped around you, his fingers slightly pressed into the softbfolds of your belly, trying to look unaffected but you noticed the crimson rising to his cheeks.
One of your arms was around his neck, keeping you steady, while the other, traced the scars on his chest.
“Sanemi,” you cooed “I am starting to think you actually enjoy this.”
His eyes, finally met yours, intense, but never sharp. “Of course I do, idiot,” he said, pushing a strand of behind your ear, then holding your fuller cheek in his hand, as if you were a fragile petal.
You tried to shift a little, subconsciously trying to take a bit of weight off of him, but he moved faster. His hand grabbed your upper thigh, callouses sinking into the plushness of your stretch marked skin. “Don’t” he said under his breath, leaning in, so that his nose brushed your neck. A shiver ran down your spine.
“Don’t try to hide from me, ever.”
“Sanemi, I am a bit heavy, I just…don’t wanna…yk, be too much.”
A chuckle shook his chest, but arms tightened around you, pulling you impossibly closer. Your palm, now pressed flat over his sternum.
“I am offended you’d think you’re too heavy for me. Are you trying to imply I am not strong enough,” he said and kissed the sweet spot under your ear.
”of course not, you know what I meant,” you replied, huffing a little.
“No, I don’t darling, all I see is a perfect woman, trying to deny that she’s perfect.”
It was your turn to blush now.
Your body fully eased into his now, you felt his smile against your skin.
“You…are it for me…never forget that,”
You won’t because that is exactly how you felt about him.
The night quivered on, the demons kept lurking in the shadows. Demon slayers knew how fragile lives were, how the question of mortality flickered in the members mind, and how easily peace can be extinguished. Yet you both let yourselves dream on, because together, was the one place that felt safe. Inside warm walls, hidden in your hearts, was something not even death could take away. And that was enough.
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I write original fantasy & romance, with mythic themes, slow burns, angst, and characters who love fiercely. And lots and lots of fanfics
Here you’ll find:
Fantasy 🔥
Romance (slow burn, devotion, yearning) ❤️🔥
Morally complicated characters 🤞🏻
Emotional aftermaths 💗
Physical intimacy that feels sacred 🥀
Smut (obviously 🙃)
The reader/ main characters of my stories are usually either chubby or muscular women (coz I myself fall in those categories and since I have no experience of having a smaller body type, I don’t feel comfortable writing it.) and also for women with glasses. Although, I could definitely write for men if asked.
The fandoms I’ll write for:
Harry Potter [ all characters]
Marvel [Loki and Spider-Man]
Money Heist [all characters from the original crew]
Demon Slayer [ all hashiras, Tanjiro, Inoske, Zenistsu, Nezuko and the upper moons]
The rookie [ the main crew]
Spy x family [mainly Anya x Damian, anything with Loid or Yor]
K pop demon hunters [ Just Jinu for rn]
…and any new fandoms I become a part of in the upcoming years…
