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curlyhairedhoseok · 5 years

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BTS Reaction to Getting Aroused While With You and Your Parents

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Jin:

Usually, Jin is good at keeping himself in check. That is until he saw you dressed and ready to go to dinner with your parents. The way the clothing fit you was enough to have him going crazy before you two even got in the car.

Everything was fine until dinner. You knew that you looked good and so you throughout the meal you casually teased him by setting your hand on his thigh. Finally, dinner had ended and everyone was getting up but Jin was panicking, unsure of how to hide the bulge that was very noticeable.

“What do I do?” He would ask you. Rolling your eyes you handed him your coat to hold in front of himself. While it helped, he still felt like your parents and everyone else in the goddamn restaurant knew what he was hiding.

Yoongi:

Yoongi and you were at your parent's house, just spending time there since it was very rare that both of you had time off of work. The conversations were casual and relaxed, but Yoongi was not. His mind filled with not-so-appropriate thoughts while you were chatting with your parents. He noticed that it was becoming more prominent, and grabbed the blanket that was on the back of the couch.

He thought he was in the clear until you asked him to get you something to drink. He couldn’t say no since then he would look lazy so he just died inside and stood up. You quickly noticed and followed him into the kitchen.

“Is it noticeable?” Is all he would ask as he put his face in his hands before grabbing the drinks.

Hoseok:

Hoseok was on vacation with you and your family when everyone decided to go swimming in the beautiful ocean. You and he had been playing around in the water, he didn’t really think of anything until you began to slightly tease him. you had tried sneakily slipping your hand into his shorts since it was just the two of you in the water, the next set of people were way down the beach.

You began swimming to shore when you called for him to follow.

“No, I don’t want to leave.” He told you, trying to will his boner away. “I just love the water.” He said in a forced tone.

Namjoon:

It was his first time meeting your parents and he wanted to make a really good impression. You knew that your parents would love him so you weren’t even worried. Both you and Namjoon thought things were going great. Namjoon could feel himself getting excited, but didn’t think much of it since he knew that guys can experience random boners, but it typically happened to younger guys.

That being said, he wasn’t worried until it wouldn’t go away. Then, to make things worse, one of your parents noticed. No words were spoken between him and your parent but embarrassment filled inside of him.

‘Ah, shit,’ was all he could say to himself.

Jimin:

Jimin was usually quiet around your family. Not because he didn’t like them but because every time he went over to your parent's house he had always just gotten back from overseas. Your family loved him and so they understood that sometimes he needed a little time to relax. Well, Jimin fell asleep for a bit and when one of your parents went to wake him for dinner, they noticed he had a little problem.

“Dinner is ready, but if you need to stay in here for a bit it’s okay,” They said in a joking tone. Jimin wanted to scream in embarrassment but your parent quickly assured him that they didn’t care.

{gif credit: on tenor- @tanyam}

Taehyung:

In the beginning, Taehyung got flustered and scared since he didn’t want to seem like a pervert to your parents, but eventually, he convinced himself that if he didn’t focus on it then it would just go away. Taehyung got lucky and made it without anyone seeing anything, at least he hoped.

Jungkook:

Jungkook has a very active imagination, and that didn’t change even as he was meeting your parents. His mind was filled with thoughts of you. He wouldn’t be embarrassed or flustered, in fact, he was cocky about it. As he opened the door for your parents at the dimly lit restaurant he grabbed your hand quickly as you passed him being last in line.

“You’re gonna help me later,” is all he would whisper before scooting you inside.

#bts reaction #bts x reader #BTS request #bts writing #Kpop reaction #jin reaction #yoongi reaction #hoseok reaction #namjoon reaction #jimin reaction #taehyung reaction #jungkook reaction #I had a hard time writing this and I don't know why #bts gender neutral reaction #gender neutral reader #bts x yn #bts x you

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turbomoda · 7 years

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Евгений Холмский (группа H2O). Фотограф: Татьяна Малс @tanyamals @silk100.ru @teatr_tkany

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minteayoongimakesmewoozi · 1 year

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been thinking about this for a couple days now, so... a lil bit of royalty!au teehee

Ayame said she was raised in a family of blacksmiths.

Who would know better?

Her hands and arms had been scarred, even before she became Shishou's apprentice. They thought it was from the forge.

They didn't know it was from archery practice.

She had an excellent sense of balance. From the forge, she would insist. From working the billows.

Wrong. It had been from horse-riding.

Her stitches were clumsy. Because she had never been well-practiced in her mother's teachings. Her mother had been a seamstress. At least her embroidery was passable.

No, her mother had never been a seamstress. Noble women never mended their own clothes.

Nobility was one way of referring to the Higichi family of Okutama. Kuge was another.

Hime was not simply a childhood nickname.

"Hime," Tanjirou whispered, eyes wide, "what are you doing here?"

Here, on Mount Kumotori.

Ayame furtively glanced around, but they were alone. Tomioka-san had long fled, and it was only herself, Tanjirou and Nezuko.

"It isn't Hime, it's Ayame," she said sharply. "I'm here as a Kisatsutai trainee, not as... and I gave up my succession. There are - there is no more Ayame-hime. Just Ayame."

She knew they had a strange upbringing. They were the same age, but they were never the same station. Tanjirou, as a guard. Ayame, as royalty.

But there was only one Higuchi and two Kamados left. And she had given up her succession, the same way Oniichan had done the same before her.

Hime was just a childhood nickname now.

Tanjirou paled. He clutched his oni sister close and choked back a sob. There was no more Higuchi family. Only Higuchi Ayame.

But that didn't make him any less her guard.

Tanjirou was not unfamiliar with a katana. With Breathing Styles, with Breath of Water, but not with a sword in hand.

But Tanjirou said he was raised in a charcoal burner's family. It wasn't a lie. His family had burned charcoal for Okutama.

They were not merely charcoal burners.

He had grown up with a sword in hand, and he had learned to swing it under his Otousan's tutelage. His father had been the guard to O-Junhiko-sama. Tanjirou was meant to be the guard for O-Akihiko-sama. Then, O-Ayame-hime.

No, just Ayame now.

There was no Higuchi family.

But there was the Kamado family, however small.

He didn't know if Urokodaki-san had figured out he was familiar with a katana. He already knew how to do basic strikes. He had spent his childhood sparring with Hi - with Ayame.

There was no Higuchi family.

There was Higuchi Ayame.

There was the Kamado family, reduced to two.

The Kamados had always guarded the Higuchis.

"Hime," Tanjirou gasped as the obi sliced into his shoulder, and Ayame crashed into a building.

She didn't scold him for using that old title. He wasn't sure she was conscious.

Wasn't sure if she was breathing.

He was her guard. He was supposed to protect her, even though she told him time and time again that he was just Tanjirou, and she was just Ayame.

"You don't have to live your life protecting me. I don't want that. I can do it myself."

That was what she had said after they fought Kyougai. He hadn't wanted to agree, but she was stronger than him now. She was one year his senior when it came to all things Kisatsutai. She didn't need protection.

He couldn't have protected her even if he wanted to.

Too distracted by the civilian behind him, he had rushed to protect that man instead of his hime. (Ayame had always been hime to him, even when they were children.)

Warabihime threw her hair over her shoulder. He didn't have to breathe in to know she was satisfied with the destruction she had caused. Buildings lay broken. People were screaming.

And his hime was not with him.

Anger rushed through him as blood dripped from his eyes, staining his cheeks with crimson tears.

He was supposed to protect his hime.

He was going to cut down the false Warabihime in her name.

"Tengen-san found out."

"Eh?"

"In Yoshiwara."

"Eh?!"

Ayame crossed her legs and frowned at him.

Tanjirou winced. He was still recovering from his coma, so he couldn't even dash away. Not that he would want to. Even if Ayame didn't think she was royalty anymore, he was her guard and would continue acting as such.

"You called me Hime," she said, accusatory. "When Gyuutarou was going to stab me. On that roof."

Tanjirou winced once more. Ah, that...

It had slipped from his mouth without a second thought. He might call her Ayame to her face, but she was still O-Ayame-hime to him. He hadn't meant to!

She continued, "He thought it was strange, so he did some digging. Found out that I'm kuge. Which means he knows you're buke."

His eyes widened. "No!"

"Yes." She crossed her arms as well. "So. He knows."

"Has he - has he told anyone?"

Zenitsu and Inosuke flashed through his mind. They knew the stories Ayame and Tanjirou had told of their families best, which meant that they knew the least about the true nature of their families. They were both nobility, and they did their best to act like they weren't.

Ayame shook her head. "He didn't tell anyone." She pursed her lips. "Zenitsu might suspect, though. He was in earshot."

Tanjirou groaned and covered his face with his hands. What a mess.

"We should've just told everyone," he mumbled.

He didn't have to look at her to know she was glaring at him.

"No! I don't want people to know I'm kuge. They'll start thinking I'm unsuited to be a Demon Slayer. I'm a tsuguko. I can't let that happen."

"Hime..." A sharp pinch to his ankle. His leg jerked, almost causing him to kick her off the bed. "Ow - Ayame."

She nodded in satisfaction. "There. Isn't it better when you're just Tanjirou and I'm just Ayame? Look at everything we've done since we became normal people. I don't want to lose that."

Normal people, huh? He didn't think anything they were doing was normal. If they were normal people, she would be a blacksmith, and he would be a charcoal burner.

She would not be his hime. She would just be Ayame.

His heart fluttered in his chest.

"You're beautiful," Tanjirou breathed.

It was wrong. He knew it was wrong, these feelings that welled up in him, but he couldn't help it.

Because Ayame was seated before him, wearing his haori and the sunflower hairpin that he bought for her, and she was looking at him like she wouldn't look at anything else.

"Ayame," he whispered.

Not Hime. Just Ayame.

Her fingertips were rough as they skittered across his jawline, but so, so gentle. He couldn't help but lean into her touch.

He was just Tanjirou, and she was just Ayame.

Her lips pressed to his and it felt like fireworks bursting to life in his chest. It was Hinokami Kagura burning him up from the inside, but it didn't matter as long as she kept holding him so gently.

His hime.

His -

Hime.

She was kuge, and he was buke, and it looked like the same thing on the surface, but it was wrong.

It was wrong, but why did it feel so right?

But it wasn't. It was wrong.

Because she was O-Ayame-hime, and he was Kamado-kimi.

It was the same thing on the surface, but it wasn't the same thing at all. They were of different ranks - not just in the Kisatsutai, but in life as well.

Otousan always told him to never forget his duty.

He was his hime's guard, and nothing more.

"Tanjirou," she whispered. His heart ached, even as it was soothed by the way she called out to him. As if they could stand on equal ground. "I - Tanjirou, I - "

"I can't," he croaked.

Her hair was so soft, ink-black tresses spilling over his fingers. He was undeserving of such a position; his hands were never allowed to touch her. They were meant to protect her.

Even if it meant from himself.

"I can't." No, don't look at him like that. Don't look at him like - "I can't. I'm sorry. I - "

I'm not worthy, Hime.

Tanjirou knew she would come to him. She was always braver than him.

"I think," Ayame murmured, "I'm falling in love with you."

"Don't say that," he said, even as his heartbeat fluttered in his throat and his chest swelled with emotion. "Don't..."

How could she? When she was O-Ayame-Hime, and he was Kamado-kimi.

He dropped to a bow, forehead pressed to the tatami. Showing her the respect she deserved.

"Tanjirou - what are you - ?"

"O-Ayame-Hime, please forgive me."

Her breath hitched. Her scent swirled around him, suzuran and charcoal, sadness and grief.

"I'm not - "

"As your guard," he continued, "it was inappropriate of me. I apologise."

"Tanji - "

"Hime."

"..."

He didn't lift his head. It wasn't proper.

Her voice was cool when she said, "You are forgiven, Kamado-kimi. Please raise your head."

Oh. He hadn't heard her use that tone with him since...

"No more Hime or O-Ayame-hime. Just call me Ayame, and I'll call you Tanjirou. Okay? We're - we're friends now. Right...?"

Tanjirou slowly straightened. His throat was tight, but even if he could muster any words, it was - it was inappropriate for a mere guard to speak without being spoken to. He kept his gaze on the tatami in front of his knees; a guard shouldn't lay eyes on a princess unless they were in public.

"Kamado-kimi, raise your head."

At his hime's command, he raised his gaze to meet hers.

She sighed. "So that's it, then?"

Tanjirou took a deep breath.

"That's it, then."

It was time they both remembered their places.

Tanjirou's nose wrinkled at the burning scent of alcohol.

“It's tradition,” said Zenitsu. He swallowed a mouthful of his sake and claimed Ayame's seat for his own. “Sorry that didn't go the way I planned. I forgot how quick your reflexes are.”

He shot his older friend a mildly annoyed look.

“Zenitsu…”

“We all knew it was gonna happen anyway. I just thought I'd give you guys a kick in the ass. Get things moving along, ne.” Zenitsu glanced at Tanjirou. “I didn't hear whatever you guys were whispering about, don't worry. The music was too loud.”

A sigh of relief slipped from Tanjirou's chest. He forgot about Zenitsu's incredible hearing.

To stave off more questions, Tanjirou sipped the sake dish in his hands. The alcohol was just as burning and unpleasant as he remembered.

“Ne, it's about to get more dangerous.” Zenitsu tipped his head back. “Not for us, but for Ayame-chan. She'll be fighting in battles that we can't help her with soon enough.”

“That's true…”

"So, whenever you call her Hime, it makes her really frustrated. It's not like she's helpless."

Tanjirou choked on air. "Zenitsu...!"

"You're not subtle. I've suspected for a while now." The blonde laughed to himself. "A real-life princess, and you're acting like this? You really are an idiot, aren't you?"

"Ze - Zenitsu! Quiet down!"

"No one's listening, it's fine." He drank another mouthful of sake. "Ne, you're living the life most guys dream of. Why won't you just be honest?"

"It's not like that. She's my hime, and I'm her guard."

Zenitsu nodded. "Yeah, yeah, but she's never treated you like that. Ayame-chan's always treated you as Tanjirou, you know."

"That..."

His protest died in his throat.

That was true. Since the moment she met him again on Mount Fujikasane, they had been standing on equal ground. Tanjirou and Ayame, not Kamado-kimi and O-Ayame-hime.

Zenitsu knocked his shoulder against Tanjirou's. “She'll need all the luck she can get, either way,” the blonde said lightly. “Inosuke and I already gave her good luck kisses, but don't lag behind too much. I'm sure it'll mean a lot coming from you.”

Tanjirou gaped. “Wh-When did you…!”

Zenitsu laughed. “Ayame-chan's right. Your situational awareness is terrible.” He tipped the rest of his sake into Tanjirou's cup. It almost sloshed over. “Drink up! Then you won't chicken out.”

Zenitsu stood, stretching his arms up. His hands landed on his hips.

“Y'know, the idea of you finding happiness before still irritates me a bit,” his eyebrow twitched, “but if it's you and Ayame-chan, I can't help but root for you guys. I guess it's 'cause you're my best friends.”

Warmth that had nothing to do with sake bloomed in Tanjirou's chest.

Zenitsu hadn't known they were kuge and buke. Even then, he was still rooting for them. He didn't understand how different their stations in life were, but maybe it didn't really matter. Not when they were this far away from Okutama.

Tanjirou gazed down at his sake dish, then drained it. It still burned, and it was bitter and unpleasant, but he felt a little more ready to face things.

“Help me up,” he bade.

Zenitsu grinned. “Over to your hime, ne? Come on, slowpoke.”

It was easy enough for Zenitsu to elbow his way through the small crowd. They almost seemed to part, especially when they saw Tanjirou.

Ayame was laughing about something with Aoi and Genya. She didn't laugh loudly, but her shoulders shook with mirth. Tanjirou kept his eyes on her sunflower clip – the sunflower clip he gifted her. The gift she accepted, even though it was far beneath her station. A hime should be adorned in fine silver and gold, not cheap copper and brass

You're beautiful.

“Ayame,” he called out.

She turned towards him, a question in her eyes.

His hand cupped her jaw, keeping her head still. Her eyes widened as he ducked in close and pressed his lips to her cheek.

Cheers and catcalls erupted around them, but all of Tanjirou's senses were honed in on the feeling of her cheek against his lips. Embarrassment and suzuran mingled as Ayame went completely still.

“Tanjirou, what – ?”

“For good luck,” he echoed, reluctantly pulling away.

Blue met red.

Her eyelids fluttered, her cheek growing warm beneath his fingers.

Still beautiful.

“As a… friend?” she said hesitantly.

He smiled, pulling his hand away. His fingers hooked in her kumihimo cords, thumb brushing over the one he had made with Zenitsu and Inosuke.

“As your friend,” he agreed.

After all, kuge or not, she would always be his hime.

#me as a writer #fog in the summertime #fits #fits au #fits royalty au #tanyame #higuchi ayame #kamado tanjirou #i'm not sure if kamado-kimi is the right term for tanjirou #i'm trying my best here #some bits ripped straight from fits canon but changed to be royal au flavoured #seriously this was just supposed to be ayame and tanjirou musing about the differences between their cover stories and their real lives #i'm not sure if kuge and buke are the right terms for them either #this also brings in question the idea that the kamado are a samurai warrior class #also makes me wonder why they didn't use hinokami kagura as breath of sun #i say this as if this isn't MY au #was gonna end it in swordsmith village but then i decided it was too sad #the tanjirou pov from ch92 had NO RIGHT to be so perfect #anyway this has literally been in my mind for. literal days #but i just wanted the image of ayame using a bow to be in people's minds #long post #agatsuma zenitsu #i like to think that zenitsu just became aggressively more bestie after he found out ayame was kuge #just cos he thinks a princess should have THE BEST best friend in the world

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minteayoongimakesmewoozi · 1 year

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ummmmmmm au where akaza steals ayame away in mugen train arc and changes her into an oni against her will. she fights and fights against the hunger, tempted to muzzle herself like nezuko only it's ripped from her mouth every time she tries. it claws at her empty stomach, but she refuses to let it win. she fights and fights and fights against muzan's control, against akaza's, against every single thing that tries to make her any less human. her mouth fills with drool when akaza when he eats in front of her, and she can't stop him from feasting even when she's with him, bc she doesn't have her katana - broken pieces lying in an empty field - and her starving body can't match up against akaza's regeneration - doesn't even have the strength to break his finger, let alone rip his arm off. not to mention the last time she tried to save a human, muzan found out and ripped an arm and leg off.

tanjirou looks for her. he looks and looks and he knows - prays - that ayame is still alive. he would know if she was dead; that's the only thought he can hold onto to, remembering the way she had screamed when akaza bit into her shoulder and took her away.

they meet again in yoshiwara. tanjirou can't breathe, his body pushed far past its limit. he doesn't have the strength to raise his katana, can't even pull in a breath, but he smells suzuran and charcoal - heated, burning charcoal - and forces an eye open anyway. ayame, in her bloodied kisatsutai uniform, with sharp claws and sharp teeth and eyes that aren't quite right. but she sinks her claws into daki's arms and rips them away when she snarls, "don't touch him."

#me as a writer #mind drabbles #fog in the summertime #fits #fits au #fits post-mugen train oni ayame au #higuchi ayame #kamado tanjirou #tanyame #barely #idk this came to me as i was walking to work #feral ayame

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minteayoongimakesmewoozi · 1 year

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someone stop me from daydreaming a tanyame anastasia au where the kamado siblings are idk like long-lost tsugikunis or smth and it's ayame, zenitsu and some other hashira silly who's trying to con grandpapa yoriichi into believing the kamado sibs are his grandchildren (even though they really are)

it's just an excuse to write ayame and zenitsu as the shenanigans duo ig. inosuke would have to come along with their schemes...........

#me as a writer #mind drabble #fog in the summertime #fits #fits au #fits anastasia au #tanyame #higuchi ayame #kamado tanjirou #i just think both ayame and zenitsu would make awesome dmitris #i've been daydreaming abt this instead of writing #helps

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minteayoongimakesmewoozi · 1 year

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[aggressively side-shoves the person in front of me] Hi! Hello, can i get two orders of fluffy and soft pancake couples with extra sweet syruppy moments?

14. "i've been looking for my hoodie-" "my hoodie, you mean."

Tanyame ofc, though this one i would fits *haha* modern au established relationship.

18. "you're cold?" "no? it's super sunny right now-" "take my jacket anyway."

Fujiko and/or Yorichii or michikatsu

Sank 💕

LSDNFEWNOEFO it's okay there aren't many people for u to shove!!!!! but yes i can absolutely do my best to serve up some fluffy pancakes for u!!!!! esp cos we need it, considering what happened in ch116.........

and i will take any reason to write fujiko 🥺🥺🥺 thank u for feeding my fujiko and sengoku era squad obsession as always!!!!!! <3

14. "i've been looking for my hoodie-" "my hoodie, you mean."

(modern!au)

Tanjirou was used to a routine when he returned home from work. He would open the door to his cat greeting him with a meow, followed by his girlfriend meeting him in the genkan with a kiss and a murmured, "Okaeri." That was the signal for the burdens of the day to disappear from his shoulders.

However, there was a shift in routine when he called out "Tadaima!" and was met with silence after the customary greeting by Shirogane.

He blinked, taking in the quiet living room. The lights were on, which meant that Ayame was home from work, but she wasn't heading over to greet him. The kitchen was empty as well; no clanging of pots and pans as Ayame wrestled with the temperamental stove that they kept saying they would replace.

Tanjirou put away his coat, stepping into his house slippers with a concerned sound. Shirogane wound around his legs before sauntering off to do what he did best - napping in the early evening sunlight until it was dinnertime.

"Ayame?" he called out.

There was a thump, then sounds from their bedroom. Ayame appeared, her bun half-unravelled, the loosened curls sitting on one shoulder.

"Tanjirou, you're home! I didn't hear you," she said apologetically, leaning up to press a distracted kiss to his lips. "Okaeri."

His hands settled on her hips before she could draw away. The corners of her lips twitched, her hands resting on his shoulder in return.

"What's wrong?" he asked, thumbs rubbing circles against the worn fabric of her t-shirt. He recognised it; it was his old baseball jersey from high school. "Did something happen at work today, love?"

"No - well, yes," she admitted at Tanjirou's eyebrow raise, "but that's not the point."

"No?"

"I've been looking for my hoodie - "

"My hoodie, you mean."

"Our hoodie," she retorted. "Don't be selfish, Tanjirou."

Tanjirou couldn't help the grin that helplessly tugged at his lips. He shouldn't have been so happy; Ayame had just confessed to having a bad day at work, although it was obvious enough when he saw his old baseball jersey hanging off her frame. She only ever wore it when she needed comfort and he wasn't around to provide it immediately. Her workplace was much closer than his, after all.

"Anyway," Ayame continued, playing with the hair at his nape, "I can't find it. Do you know where it is?"

He hummed, fingers locking at the small of her back so he could pull her flush against his chest. She followed easily, gravitating into his orbit without a complaint.

"Sunshine?"

"Hm?"

Tanjirou blinked his eyes open - he wasn't aware they had closed. He nuzzled the top of her head, humming once more at the familiar scent of her shampoo.

"The hoodie?" she questioned.

Right. The hoodie. It was a hoodie that was about two sizes too big on him, with a green-and-black icihimatsu pattern. He had gotten it as a birthday present from his family when he was fifteen and it had been so hilariously huge that he could still wear it even now that he was well into his adult years. From the moment he started dating Ayame, she was wearing it more often than not. He didn't mind - it looked much better on her than it ever did on him.

"I think we left it at Zenitsu's place," he said thoughtfully.

The last time she had worn it was on their double date with Zenitsu and Nezuko. They had returned to Zenitsu's apartment afterwards, and they'd had another heated games night as usual.

Ayame's expression fell. Tanjirou leaned down to kiss her frown away, helplessly charmed by the way she loved that old hoodie so much.

When they broke apart, foreheads pressed together, she murmured, "We should go get it back."

"Mn, sure." He pressed his lips to hers again, spinning her so she was walking back towards the living room. "But not right now. It's late."

"It's barely seven," she protested, although she allowed him to walk her backwards until her calves hit the sofa. "Tanjirou, the hoodie - "

"You don't need it," he assured her. "I'm here now, okay?"

"You just got back from work."

"It's fine, it's fine."

"You stink. You need a shower. You smell like sweat and sugar."

Her nose wrinkled. She was never very fond of overly sweet things, even though she was dating a pastry chef.

Tanjirou smirked. "Let go of me so I can take a shower, then."

Her arms wound around his neck, a stubborn pout on her lips. Always so contradictory, his Ayame.

"Maybe after one more kiss," Ayame said, fingers sliding into his hair. "Then you can go."

Tanjirou ducked his head down, lips meeting hers. He knew as well as she did that they never stopped at one more kiss. But hey, who was he to tell her otherwise?

He had lost count of how many kisses they'd had when the doorbell rang. He let out a groan, unwilling to move from his spot where he was draped over Ayame as she lay on the couch. He gave her a beseeching look, begging her to ignore it. Unfortunately, the doorbell rang once more, followed by a staccato knock that could only be Zenitsu.

Ayame chuckled, pressing a fleeting kiss to his cheek. "Think this is payback for all the times you interrupted him and Nezuko?" she teased.

"Probably," Tanjirou grumbled, moving so she could answer the door.

It wasn't his fault he hadn't realised Zenitsu was trying to woo Nezuko!

He rolled into the warmth Ayame left behind, finally letting his body settle into the old sofa. He only raised himself on his elbows when Ayame excitedly called out his name.

"Look!" she gasped, eyes lighting up in delight.

He smiled helplessly. "Well, would you look at that."

She was already Tanjirou's oversized hoodie, the too-long sleeves flapping about as she waved her arms. There was a pleased flush on her cheeks, and Tanjirou just felt like he was falling for her all over again. To think she would be so happy over such a small thing.

"Hope I'm not intruding," Zenitsu said - as if he cared if he did.

Tanjirou snorted. "Of course not." He gave his blonde friend a warm smile. "Thanks."

"Don't mention it." Zenitsu turned to Ayame. "Inosuke told me what happened at work today. Must've been embarrassing, ne?"

Ayame stilled. She turned her head slowly to glare at Zenitsu. "Don't."

Tanjirou sat up. His curiousity was piqued.

"What happened?"

"We don't have to talk about it," Ayame answered hurriedly. "Come on, Tanjirou - look! I have my hoodie back!"

"Our hoodie," he muttered under his breath with no small amount of amusement. "And hey, I want to know!"

"Great!" Zenitsu grinned. "Inosuke's coming over in half an hour with takeout. He saw the whole thing."

Ayame scowled. "I hate you guys."

Tanjirou laughed, beckoning her over. She begrudgingly shuffled over, still pouting even as she stood between his legs.

"You love us," he teased, pulling her down by the sleeves for one more kiss.

Her gaze softened when she pulled away. Her hands, buried in his hoodie sleeves, cupped his cheeks before she was leaning back in for another kiss. As usual, one more kiss was never enough.

"I love you," she whispered against his lips.

"Guys, seriously," Zenitsu whined, causing the couple to pull apart. "Look, I'm so happy you guys are a loving couple, but give it a break."

"I'll give you a break, alright," Ayame huffed, glaring at Zenitsu. "Break one of your bones."

Tanjirou laughed into Ayame's stomach. Fingers slipping under her hoodie and shirt, he traced I love you too onto the warm skin of her lower back. Her warm glance told him she knew that too.

18. "you're cold?" "no? it's super sunny right now-" "take my jacket anyway."

(modern!au)

Fujiko couldn't believe her luck.

It had been pouring when she left her house. The dark clouds had dominated the sky before she could blink, and a heavy downpour had dropped right onto her head. Of course, it had to be the one day she had forgotten her umbrella at home. She had to run to the station, glaring out at the deluge that had accompanied her walk.

And now...

"Unbelievable," she muttered to herself.

The sky was a bright blue, the sun shining down cheerfully. A few fluffy white clouds floated amongst the azure expanse.

The journey had only taken half an hour. How the hell?

"What happened to you?"

Fujiko turned at the sound of her friend's voice. Michikatsu was looking down at her still-damp clothes, utterly puzzled.

"It rained when I left the house," she sighed, shaking her head. "I guess the wind blew the storm away from here."

A brisk wind blew past, causing a shiver to wrack through her body. She had thought it was bad in the air-conditioned depths of the train, but even with the sun's warmth beating down on her, her drenched clothes were keeping the cold locked close to her skin.

Yoriichi caught sight of her and immediately coughed.

"You're cold?" he asked, already removing his jacket.

"No?" Fujiko lied. At Yoriichi's bland look, she added, "It's super sunny right now - "

"Take my jacket anyway."

His jacket was shoved into her arms.

Fujiko blinked. She didn't think Yoriichi had ever acted so insistent before.

"Yoriichi, I'll get it wet," she protested, trying to return it to him.

He glanced down at her, then immediately averted his gaze.

"It - It's fine," he insisted. "Just take it - put it on. Please."

"But why?"

Yoriichi winced. "Don't... ask. Just - please."

"I don't understand - "

"Your bra is showing," Michikatsu interjected flatly. "Fujiko, please."

Oh.

... Oh!

It was the middle of summer, so her pale pink blouse was made of a thin material to keep her cool. She hadn't expected the sudden summer rain, and...

Her cheeks heated up.

"That explains why everyone was staring at me," she said weakly. "I'm going to crawl into a hole and hide forever."

Yoriichi laughed quietly, glancing at her as she buried her face in his jacket. "Don't do that. Just put on my jacket and it'll be fine."

Bemoaning her own idiocy, she pulled her hands through the sleeves and zipped it up halfway. The long sleeves fell over her fingers. A warm and spiced scent tickled her nose - the scent of Yoriichi's cologne.

Fujiko sighed. "I look ridiculous."

"It's fine," Yoriichi assured her. "We're going to see a movie anyway."

She peered up at him. "Won't you be cold?"

He shook his head.

With a smirk, Michikatsu muttered, "You guys can always share body heat."

Fujiko reached over to punch him in the arm in outrage. Yoriichi merely reddened and ducked his head.

"Don't joke around like that," she hissed, wishing her ears didn't feel so hot.

Michikatsu gave her a bland look. She didn't know why he was so insistent that Yoriichi had feelings for her. That was the most ridiculous thing she had ever heard in her life. Everyone knew that he was in love with Uta - Michikatsu better than anyone.

"Where's Keichirou-kun?" Yoriichi asked, stepping between Fujiko and his brother before their bickering could escalate.

Fujiko slipped her hands into Yoriichi's jacket pockets, warming her cold hands. "He's waiting for us at the movie theatre."

"Better get a move on, then," said Michikatsu, lengthening his strides.

Fujiko let out an annoyed sound in the back of her throat; he knew she couldn't keep up with him like that!

Thankfully, Yoriichi remained by her side instead of leaving her in the dust. He was silent, which wasn't a strange occurrence, except that this silence felt like he was holding something back.

Fujiko smiled warmly. "Well, Yoriichi? You can say whatever is on your mind."

Yoriichi glanced at her, only to have his gaze skitter away.

"... It looks good on you," he confessed quietly.

"Hm?"

"The jacket. It looks better on you than it does on me."

There was a quiet confession in his voice. Fujiko thought that maybe it was possible Yoriichi might see her as more than a friend.

Maybe.

#latenightsonrooftops #ask n answer!#fluffy prompts fits asks #fog in the summertime #fits #fits au #fits modern au #higuchi ayame #kamado tanjirou #tanyame #mochizuki fujiko #fujiko-san #tsugikuni yoriichi #yoriichi-san #fujiichi #it was very strange for me to write tanyame without any of the other idiots squad members interjecting #so of course zenitsu had to show up in the end #it was just way too weird to not have either zenitsu or inosuke around #love me some tanyame but i love idiots squad even more #sorry not sorry #also the tanyame fluff was literally tooth-aching #i love love #at first i wasn't sure i could write established relationship!tanyame #and then halfway through i realised i never wanted to stop #tanjirou is a simp #listen i really wanted to have the fujiichi be more fluffy #alas i need to work harder as a writer #i absolutely adore writing sengoku era idiots squad #even if once again it was weird for it to be more fujiichi focused than squad focused

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latenightsonrooftops · 11 months

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Of legacies and sacrifices

Art by me @latenightsonrooftops

Twitter|Insta @lateroofnights

Shes back from her slumber…for the most part.

To my lovely fwiend and fav author @minteayoongimakesmewoozi AHH IVE MISSED U 💕

#fits #fog in the summertime #ayame higuchi #demon slayer #tanyame #demon slayer fanart #demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba #fujiko #my loves #ink art turned digital #i think i just discovered a trick hehe

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latenightsonrooftops · 1 year

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Final battle kiss

#fits #ayame higuchi #fog in the summertime #demon slayer #tanjiro kamado #tanyame #love

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minteayoongimakesmewoozi · 1 year

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thinking about serpent tsuguko!ayame and how incredibly touch-starved she is, but also touch-avoidant

zenitsu is constantly throwing himself at her and she can't help but freeze and shudder, pulling away even as he pulls her closer. he eventually learns to stop the instinctive flinch to tug at her haori and cower behind her, although he still tends to use her as a human shield where possible. he just makes sure they don't touch, which means she makes both a relieved and a disappointed sound and he's pulling at his hair trying to fix it

inosuke notices the way she flinches out of the way when he goes in for a headbutt. at first, he thought it was just a show of strength! he's stronger than her after all! then he sees her in action in mount natagumo and realises that she isn't weak at all; she just doesn't like being touched. he knows what that's like, so he's always protectively hovering right outside her personal bubble, wary of anyone who tries to touch her without permission. (he hates the crawly feeling of panic that he can feel from her.)

tanjirou is the only person who can touch her without receiving a hiss or a flinch in response. he's familiar in a way that other people aren't. he knew her before everything, his touch warm and comforting. he can grab her hand without her slapping him away, and kuromaru doesn't even hiss when they bump against each other. this does mean he's twice as protective when they're in a crowd, always lingering close enough to headbutt or throw someone that gets close to her. on occasion, she might even seek out his touch - the deliberate brush of her knuckles against his, maybe her fingers curling into his haori sleeve for a half second before she's walking away, the most hesitant brush of her shoulder against his. the first time she takes his hand and the scent of happiness and suzuran fills the air and overpowers the cloying scent of fear, his heart stutters and soars in his chest

#me as a writer #mind drabbles #fog in the summertime #fits #fits au #fits serpent tsuguko ayame au #fits idiots squad #idiots squad #higuchi ayame #kamado tanjirou #agatsuma zenitsu #hashibira inosuke #tanyame #u don't even have to squint for the tanyame #tanjirou starts gettinf heart palpitations as early as rehab arc bc of the unconditional trust ayame shows him btw #idiots squad is already fiercely protective of ayame in canon but they're almost feral here #wondering if i should add nezuko n kanao n genya too #i've been thinking about serpent tsuguko ayame a lot these days #fits au headcanons

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minteayoongimakesmewoozi · 1 year

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So that ask reblog...

4, 14, and 30? 4 feels like a tanjiro+ayame shenanigans while 30 is a perfect zenitsu with anyone. oh and 14 for the boy Inosuke can't forget him, totally can see him stealing clothes from the people he likes.

...if you want to 👉👈

of course i want to, i'm so not normal about fits and the idiots squad that even my best friends are embarrassed to be seen in public with me, considering how much I have both kny and fits on the brain

4. "i don't think either of us are qualified for this but sure, go for it."

Infiltration, as Ayame had mentioned before, was not a strong suit of the Kisatsutai. They were swordsmen and soldiers, first and foremost. They were not shinobi, who were more comfortable hiding behind disguises and fake names; their strengths lay in meeting their adversaries face to face with nothing but their breaths and their swords.

Zenitsu cleared his throat and delicately said, "The gyuus around Tokito-ya are pretty nice. And they never say no to a pretty face."

Ayame struggled not to make a face.

If they wanted a pretty face, Inosuke was ideal, but he wasn't at Tokito-ya with them. Even if he was, he wasn't allowed to speak because his attempts at falsetto were miserable at best - and mortifying at worse.

She drew her eyes to Tanjirou, wordlessly pleading with him. Sumiko had a much friendlier reputation than Ayako. Even if a pretty face wasn't his strong suit, wouldn't he be able to get information just by being earnest? That was why Koinatsu-Oiran had taken to him so easily. It certainly hadn't been anything Ayame had done!

"I can't do it," Ayame said slowly, returning her gaze to Zenitsu, who was looking at her expectantly. "I can't... flirt for information."

Her nose wrinkled. She could barely get the word out of her mouth.

"And," she added, "I don't think the gyuus would know that much. It would make more sense for me to ask the shinzous."

"It would," Zenitsu agreed easily - suspiciously, "but you're not getting very far with them either, ne?"

Damn it. He was right. Getting information from the shinzous wasn't going well; having been raised on Tokito-ya, they were more wary about being loose-lipped around anyone. They were more familiar with how a word spoken carelessly could end a career - and with it, any hope of freedom.

Nonetheless, Ayame found herself turning to Tanjirou with wide eyes. It was obvious what she was asking.

"I can't do it," Tanjirou yelped, cheeks red. "I don't know the first thing about fl - flir - flirt - "

He couldn't even *say* the word. He was far too honest to fake an attraction where there was none.

Zenitsu shrugged. "It was just a suggestion. Maybe we'll get lucky, ne?"

Ayame pursed her lips and shrugged. She knew better than most that luck was rarely on her side.

"If you stare at him any longer, he might combust."

Ayame glanced at Tanjirou as he sidled up to her side. She leaned back around the corner with a sigh.

"But that's the gyuu that hangs around Okami-san and Danna-san the most," she grumbled. She peered up at her partner. "He would know something, wouldn't he?"

"Probably."

They stood in silence for a moment. Zenitsu's ridiculous suggestion swirled in her mind.

"I should probably try," she said suddenly.

"... Yeah." Tanjirou nodded, a frown on his lips. "Of course. For Suma-san."

Right. For Suma-san.

She glanced around the corner again, then shook her head. "I'm not qualified for this."

This being this entire farce of an infiltration. She wasn't a shinobi, and she wasn't trained in getting information out of anyone.

A smile lifted the corners of his lips. "I don't think either of us are qualified for this but sure, go for it."

Ayame scrubbed her face, called up as much courage as she had and squared her shoulders. It was now or never. If it didn't work, then it didn't work. But if it did, then it was for the greater good.

"Wish me luck," she muttered and finally stepped around the corner to approach the gyuu.

She missed the way Tanjirou swallowed nervously, his eyes following her every move as his hand rose to fiddle with an earring.

(It didn't surprise her that she didn't manage to get any usable information. It did surprise Tanjirou - he would have told her everything she needed to hear if she had fluttered her eyelashes at him like that.)

14. "i've been looking for my hoodie-" "my hoodie, you mean."

(modern!au)

Something else crashed to the ground. Inosuke let out a curse, before stomping out of his room and into another once more. He had been doing that for the last half an hour.

Ayame watched him, lifting her mug to her lips to take a sip of her hot tea before replacing it onto the dining table. Zenitsu was lazily watching Inosuke's circuit from the couch, golden eyes trailing after their irate friend.

Tanjirou only looked up from his laptop when Inosuke passed behind his chair for the third time.

"What is it?" he asked, as concerned as ever.

That was exactly what Inosuke was waiting for. He whirled on Tanjirou and declared, "I'm looking for my hoodie - "

"My hoodie, you mean."

At Ayame's interjection, Inosuke scowled and crossed his arms. Tanjirou slowly looked between his friends, his lips twitching.

"The blue one with the seigaiha on the pocket, right?" asked Tanjirou, even though he already knew the answer.

Anyone who knew Inosuke for longer than a week was aware that leaving any of their clothes unattended was just begging to have it stolen from them. He had already stolen a handful of Tanjirou's shirts, not to mention a couple of Zenitsu's cardigans. It was Ayame's fault for leaving her favourite hoodie lying on the sofa.

"Well? Where is it?" Inosuke demanded, finger pointed irately at Ayame's face.

She slurped at her tea loudly.

Then -

"I washed it," she said simply.

"You washed it?" Inosuke repeated, mouth dropping open. "Why?!"

"Inosuke, it was starting to smell. I hadn't washed it in a month when you stole it."

"I didn't steal it." Ayame raised an eyebrow at Inosuke's protest. "And I like it that way! Now, where is it?"

"In the washing machine - "

Inosuke took off running for the laundry room in the basement of their apartment. Ayame was hot on his heels, almost tripping over the mound of shoes that the four of them had failed to put away.

"Inosuke!" she shouted, voice echoing through the halls. "It's wet!"

"It's mine!"

"No, it's my hoodie! You have your own clothes!"

Zenitsu and Tanjirou shared an amused look.

"We should probably go with them," Zenitsu suggested, even as he made no move to leave his comfortable perch. "Before they break something, ne."

Tanjirou hummed, his eyes drifting back down to his notes. "Or," he said slowly, "we could just let them deal with it themselves while we enjoy the peace and quiet?"

They shared another look, then settled down to do their own things. It was just for a couple minutes...

30. "i can hear your heartbeat- why is it going so fast all of a sudden?"

Zenitsu had very good hearing. He knew it, his friends knew it, so they were used to his sudden comments. For example -

"I can hear your heartbeat - why is it going so fast all of a sudden?" he asked, squinting at Ayame-chan.

Ayame-chan jolted from her thoughts, frowning at him. "What? I don't know what you're talking about."

In the silence, Zenitsu focused on his friend. Sure enough, her heartbeat was elevated, drumming rapidly in her chest. he raised his gaze to hers, but her eyes skittered away from his. They wavered, glancing somewhere before settling on something by Zenitsu's ear.

Narrowing his eyes, he followed the path of her momentary glance. Then, an exasperated sigh left his lips. He didn't know why he was surprised.

Tanjirou was speaking to one of the senior Demon Slayers that was in Himejima's station with them. As he watched, Tanjirou laughed once more, his nose scrunching up in a way that even Zenitsu found cute.

The heartbeat next to him spiked once more.

"Seriously?" he asked, somewhat baffled, even though he shouldn't be.

Ayame-chan buried her face in her hands. The tips of her ears were red; he would bet every zeni he had that her face was completely red as well.

A smile tugged at Zenitsu's lips. Ne, Ayame-chan was getting even cuter these days - ever since she could admit that she was in love with Tanjirou.

"You guys," he sighed to himself, "are ridiculous."

Now that Zenitsu was privy to the way Ayame-chan was so effortlessly charmed by Tanjirou, he found himself tuning into the way their heartbeats reacted when they were around each other. He couldn't help but notice that Ayame-chan's heartbeat spiked whenever Tanjirou laughed - but not when he smiled. When his boulder-brained friend turned to Ayame-chan with the corners of his lips curled upwards, her heartbeat seemed to settle and a sweet tinkling sound of a higher-toned major chord would play in her sound.

It was so sweet that his teeth gnashed together. And they still had the audacity to not be together. He was going to scream.

He was so distracted by Ayame-chan's sudden spiking heartbeats that he almost completely missed Tanjirou's reaction.

It wasn't as obvious as Ayame-chan's. Rather than a sudden elevation followed by a serene drop, his heart rate quickened whenever Ayame-chan was nearby. Sometimes, the only way he realised Ayame-chan was near was when Tanjirou's heartbeat steadily accelerated until it was a steady drumming that was uncharacteristic of how languid his heartbeat usually was.

When Zenitsu noticed it the first time, his mouth dropped open in outrage. He was silent as he saw the way Tanjirou's eyes immediately sought out Ayame-chan - it didn't matter if she was speaking to someone else, or if she was looking for them. It was such a subtle thing; it was the sun beating down on you, relentless and gentle.

Gods. It wasn't just one single thing that Tanjirou found charming about Ayame-chan. He was just so hopelessly enamoured with her all the time that his heartbeat was always a little faster in her presence.

This, Zenitsu eventually realised, was the sound of love.

Yeah, he was definitely going to scream.

"Nezuko-chan, look out!"

Despite the ache in his legs, he crossed the distance between himself and Nezuko-chan with a breath. He pulled her small body close, spinning them around so the falling branch didn't so much as graze her. The panic on his tongue was a familiar sensation that he had almost forgotten in the year of peace they had experienced.

His heartbeat was roaring in his ears, almost drowning out Ayame's and Tanjirou's panicked shouts. The couple were quickly dropping whatever was in their hands as they quickly approached Zenitsu and Nezuko-chan. He couldn't understand a word of what they were saying.

Instead, he looked down at Nezuko-chan. Her dark pink eyes were wide, her lips still parted in shock.

Zenitsu glanced over his shoulder, almost sick at how large the branch was. It wouldn't have killed her, but it was still big enough that it would have injured her pretty badly.

"Are," he said through a dry mouth, "okay, Nezuko-chan?"

Nezuko-chan blinked, her eyes finding his. Pink dusted her cheeks as she nodded slowly.

Tanjirou sighed, raking his fingers through his hair. "Thank the gods Zenitsu was here."

"Yeah," Nezuko-chan said quietly. Then, her eyes widened. "But Zenitsu-san - you're hurt!"

Eh?

Now that the adrenaline had passed, Zenitsu realised that his arm was aching and stinging. When he finally looked at his right arm, he nearly swooned at the blood welling up from the scratches on his arm, his sleeve torn.

"That's - ah - A - Ayame!" he whimpered.

"Honestly," Ayame muttered, a fondly exasperated smirk on her lips. "You're ridiculous, Zenitsu. Come on, let's go sit down. I'll see if I can rustle up a first-aid kit somewhere."

Nezuko-chan held Zenitsu up, laughing under her breath. The sound sank into Zenitsu's soul, keeping his heart light and full as they wobbled over to a raised wall. He sat down heavily, calmed by Nezuko-chan's warmth as she fussed over his injured arm.

Now that he wasn't panicking, the pain in his arm really wasn't that bad. He had gotten much worse injuries before; it was just the suddenness that had caught him off-guard.

The roaring in his ears subsided, but there was still a hummingbird heartbeat in his ears.

It took him a moment to realise that it was coming from Nezuko-chan. Even though the danger had passed, her heartbeat was still rapidly drumming in her chest.

And she was looking right at him.

#xxlunadeaxx #ask n answer!#fluffy prompts fits asks #fog in the summertime #fits #fits au #fits modern au #fits rld arc #fits hashira training arc #i could've easily made no.4 a modern au too but where's the fun in that?#higuchi ayame #kamado tanjirou #agatsuma zenitsu #hashibira inosuke #tanyame #if you squint #the idea that inosuke steals his best friends' clothes? immaculate #i'm gently cupping that idea's face and kissing it on the forehead #fits idiots squad #i know these are fluffy prompts but other than the first one it's just idiots squad shenanigans #okay fine the last one has tanyame too #but i'm a tanyame shipper sue me #(pls don't sue me i'm babie)#zennezu #kamado nezuko #slipped in a lil zennezu #bc zenitsu deserves love #and also esp bc he deserves it after having to deal with tanyame for years #fits post-canon years arc #just a lil

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