Hotaru X Reader - Blog Posts

Ah, finally. Angst. (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 (here!)

(I cannot ignore this pose I found on Pinterest for reference, it just looks so babygirl) (if anyone know the artist, tell me)

Taisho secret: Haganezuka looks around to find anyone who can craft jewelry, hairpins, the likes so he can learn how to do so.

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Another part of Haganezuka and you! :D

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 (here!), Part 4

Hmm you guys look too happy... :)

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Some of y'all begged me to make a third part of the Haganezuka x reader comic but have you ever think what if I make it angst next

(if you haven't read the first and second part comic yet)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3 (guess who just decided to show mercy :) )

Part 4 (angst HAHAHAH)

Sequel of this, so here's a second meal for Haganezuka fans. (Edited: part 3!) (Part 4)

(if anyone wants to make this a fanfic or something you can/watch me being motivated enough to write a fanfic with this (maybe not lol))

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Haganezuka fans, come get your crumbs (here's a second part) (edited: part 3!) (Part 4)

I am testing Kny funny expressions because they're so silly 🤧

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In nature;

Pairing: Hotaru Haganezuka x reader

Content warning: none!

Word count: 482 words

Readers sex: Female

This is a request for @ultravioletqueen!

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“My love! You shouldn’t be walking this far!” Hotaru spoke from beside you, wailing his arms up and down in protest.

“A few miles won’t kill me Hotaru! I’m not that fragile.” You mumbled as you felt a tickle in your throat. You turned your head to the side as you felt yourself sneeze, you wiped your nose lightly as you sniffled.

“Bless you, dear” Hotaru spoke as he pulled you into his side softly. You giggled placing your hand on his chest, “we are close love, let me carry you.” He spoke as he began to lift you to carry you bridal style. You sighed in defeat as you relaxed in his arms, secretly happy that he was carrying you.

-

“Alright dear, I have to do something, do you think you’ll be able to walk down this path?” He asked placing you on the ground softly. “Of course, dear. Do what you need to do.” You spoke with a soft smile.

He suddenly pulled out a knife and began to charge toward the manor that the path led to, you gasped covering your mouth as you watched your husband chase around a young boy shouting rude remarks at him.

“Hotaru! Stop it now!” You yelled coughing instantly after, the man stopped instantly and rushed to your side as you bend over coughing. “I’m sorry that I made you yell, dear!” He spoke rubbing your back softly.

“Thank you Ma’am!” A boy with dark red eyes spoke enthusiastically bowing infront of you repeatedly. “There’s no need for that, please stop.” You spoke with a gentle smile, “it’s my job to control my husband!”

“That’s your wife!” A boy with soft brown eyes spoke from the background seemingly mad. “Why do you seem shocked?” You spoke with a raised eyebrow.

“Well.. it’s just that he’s so aggressive.. he’s tried to kill me on many occasions…” The well mannered boy spoke to you, he didn’t have anything negative about him, it was truly astonishing.

“I wish I would’ve known that.. I would’ve put a stop to that behavior a long time ago… I forget how hotheaded my husband can be, he’s never like that with me.” You spoke reflecting on how your husband treats everyone but you.

A boy with a boar head came running around the corner, he fell straight on his face with a thump after loosing his footing. You rushed over to him, helping the boy up, sure to adjust the boar head that sat on his face.

The boy started to throw his arms up and down in protest saying he didn’t need your help, the boys watched as you just giggled as you patted the boys head.

Hotaru watched with a big smile behind his mask, it made him so happy that you were so gentle in nature, you refused to change for anyone.

And you were all his.

Your scars;

Pairing: Kyojuro Rengoku, Haturo Haganezuka, and Genya Shinazugawa x reader

Content warning: degrading and mentions of razor blades

Word count: 865 words

Readers sex: Female

Summary: how the men of demon slayer react to scars on your face.

This is an anonymous request!

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Kyojuro

Would comfort you

Would reassure you; he still loves you

You have recently went head to head with an upper demon; he was sure to leave his mark on you. You have a deep scratch running across your face, it made you feel shame, so you constantly kept your face wrapped.

Kyojuro never seemed to mind this, but he also wanted you to accept what happened for what it was. He thinks you look beautiful regardless, it saddens him to know you feel that way about yourself.

The bright man, was thinking of ways to help you overcome your fear, he wasn’t sure how, but he was determined for you to see your beauty.

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Kyojuro took you on a beautiful date; filled with laughing, love, fun, and overall just things that made you realize how much this man loved you regardless of how you looked.

He smiled at you caressing your cheek, “I hope one day I can see your beautiful face once again.” You frowned, not wanting to make eye contact with him. “I’m sorry.. I just don’t want you to see what I look like.. it’s hideous..”

“You’re far from hideous beautiful, nothing will ever change how I feel about you.” He spoke placing a soft kiss on your bandaged forehead.

You sighed before unwrapping the wrap that covered your head slowly; you didn’t want to take it off, but you knew you could trust Kyojuro.

When the wrap was off your face, you felt ashamed.. he quickly leaned your head up to press his lips against yours softly, “you’re so beautiful and you always will be, don’t ever feel ashamed around me.” He whispered inches away from your lips before placing another soft kiss on your lips.

Haturo

Would send death glares at anyone who made any faces

Would love and support you regardless

Haturo knows about how you feel about the scars you have on your face, so living in the hidden swords village is very ideal for you.

You wear a mask everywhere, and on the off chance you are seen without one you are quick to cover it.

God forbid someone say something or stares though; Haturo will never let them live it down till you make him stop.

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One day when the two of you were walking down the street, a little kid runs to bump into you at a quick speed, knocking you on the ground.

Your mask flew off; showing your face to anyone near. There were auditable gasps from the people around you as you crawled to retrieve your mask.

Once the mask was on you, you looked up to find a furious Haturo. He had the kid lifted up off his feet, scolding him furiously.

You were quick to run to the man, placing your hands on his toned arm. “Turo.. please..” you whispered, voice breaking in the middle.

He was quick to put the kid down, and pull you into his chest. PDA was rare for the man, but for you, he’d do anything regardless of the looks.

“If all you rats don’t stop looking, I will hurt all of you.” He growled as he began walking the two of you home.

Genya

Would still love your kisses

Would literally fuck anyone who had anything to say up.

Much like Iguro you had a snake like scar on your mouth, but it was made by people from your village. They had no valid reason to do this; you were accused of things with no proof.

They didn’t care; you had to be punished. They brought a razor blade across your delicate skin, forever scarring your face

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When Genya met you; he was instantly curious. He wanted to get to know you more, which was very unusual for the man.

When the two of you got together; he was always jokingly asking for the mask to come off. He never pressured you, nor did he upset you, he just wanted you to know he wanted to see you subtly.

One day, you were wrapping your face when the black haired walked into the room you were sitting in. You looked back at the man, wide eyed, “I’m sorry dear!” He spoke, quickly closing the door.

“It’s okay.. come in..” you whispered defeated. “Im sorry dear..” he spoke walking into the room slowly. Once he saw your face, he came to a halt.

You wanted to cry at his reaction; looking down at the ground. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered as he sped up to stand face to face with you.

“Ca..Can I kiss you..” he whispered as he lifted your chin so he could look you in the eye, “please.” You whimpered already leaning toward the raven haired man.

When the two of your lips met; the raven haired man knew he was willing to do anything for you. He gave you so much confidence; so much that you were willing to go out without a bandage on. If anyone dared to look your way with any judgement; he would be quick to try to fuck them up. You didn’t allow it much, but if you did, the person isn’t often recognized.

Best Part;

Pairing: Hotaru Haganezuka x reader

Content warning: Degrading, threatening w/ a knife, and physical alteration (both are very brief)

Word count: 629 words

Readers sex: Female

Summary: Hotaru hears locals bashing you.

This is a request for @ultravioletqueen!

I hope you enjoy!

Honestly want to make more about Hotaru..

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You live in the hidden swords village, you grew up there with you family. Your family has been known for making knifes, and smaller weapons to fight with. They’ve always believed that the small things matter just as much as the big things, you’ve mastered their techniques and you are among the best in your family.

Though your husband Hotaru praises your work, many make fun of your work. You can’t pretend to not know what’s being said, because they make it very obvious. Your husband doesn’t see it because he is always focused on you when he’s not working, but let me tell you when he first heard it.. it wasn’t good.

You and Hotaru are walking to go get some of his dango, when you heard a couple of men make fun of you as you walked by. “Look at that scum.. I’d be ashamed if I ever dedicated my time to something as stupid as knife making.” One of the man chucked, “I know! The smaller things don’t mean shit compared to the swords.” The other laughed. “She should be glad she has such a skillful husband, otherwise-“

The man was cut short by Hotaru grabbing the collar of his shirt, “what were you saying about my wife?” He asked glaring at the man. The man, obviously shocked, was speechless. You ran over to your husband and grabbed his toned arm, “Taru.. it’s okay..” you whispered looking at your husband through your mask.

He shook his head as he pulled out one of your best knifes, when you made your best knife you gifted it to the man, and put it the man’s throat. “If i ever hear you or any other person in the damn village speak about my wife like that ever again, I won’t stop.” He growled as he pressed the knife into his neck slightly.

The man shook while shouting, “okay! I understand!” You pulled your mask on your forehead as you pleaded with your husband, “Please! Stop! It’s not that serious Taru!” You shouted as you pulled the man’s arm.

He dropped the man as pulled your mask back down, “let’s go dear.” He grabbed your hand and laced his hands with you, squeezing your hand softly. “I’m sorry I lost my cool.. I can’t stand hearing them speak poorly about you..” he spoke looking down at his hand in yours.

“It’s okay.. it’s really not that serious babe..” you spoke as you swung the two of your hands back and forth. He stopped in his tracks, pulling you back to face him.

He pulled his mask up, looking at you. “I won’t ever let anyone speak poorly about you, you’re nothing less than a queen and I refuse to allow others to speak about you like that.” You felt tears fill your eyes as you lifted your own mask, you got on your tippy toes and places a kiss on the man’s lips. The two of you have shared many kisses throughout your relationship, but each kiss feels like the first time.

“Don’t cry beautiful, let’s go get some dango! It’ll cheer you up!” The man spoke as he pulled the both of your masks down, running toward the dango store. You giggled as you allowed the man to pull you along with him, you loved him more than he’d ever know.

When the two of you arrived at the dango store you ordered his favorite and went on your way, “let’s go home now, we got the dango.” He spoke with a smile under his mask while walking. “I’m sorry if I ruined your day…” you whispered feeling insecure about what happened earlier that day.

“How can you ruin my day, when you’re the best part of it.”

(Okay, this is mad short, so it’s possible I’ll come back and touch this one up.)