Agatsuma Zenitsu X Reader

Agatsuma Zenitsu x reader

Warnings: not edited, just raw brain fluff <3

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Pink and yellow flowers swished gently in the summer breeze as birds chirped and crickets cricketed. The blue skies and puffy white clouds stood behind the tall jaded trees, providing a small shield from the scorching sun.

Zenitsu laid in the tall grass, head resting behind his arms as he listened to a far-off tune being sang by a girl he's come to listen to almost every other day.

Her voice and the sound of her gentle heartbeat were the only things that brought him peace after returning from his missions, mind and heart torn by the tragedies that are strewn across the country by rampaging demons.

Although he considered himself a coward, he believed that he could overcome any mission as long as her tune is what greets him upon his every return.

Her voice was smooth, like silk, her melodies joyful, like summer, and her heartbeat as mighty as the the mountains that surrounded them. Hypnotised by her singing, any sort of nervosity evaporated from his body, fleeing into the sky above as his feet carried his body closer and closer each day.

It was courage that he lacked - she was the only girl who'd made him feel so at peace, even if he'd never seen her face.

He didn't have to, it did not matter whether she was pretty or not, he was in love with her spirit. Of course it would be a bonus, in true Agatsuma style, but it wouldn't ever be a weakness.

Whoever she was, she was kind and strong, patient but firm. He'd never heard such a calming heartbeat and voice. 

But until he gathers the courage to even see her, he will remain in the luminescent fields, surrounding himself with the harmonious sounds of insects and birds alike, bodies of water and strokes of wind. 

The wind caressed his hair as his eyes came to a close, feeling enough peace to allow his body to welcome the feeling of tiredness that overcame him the longer he stayed, gently swaying him away into a deep sleep.

"That's it. I will find her, and I will confess to her," Zenitsu said loudly to his companions - Tanjiro and Inosuke- whilst smacking his fist against his palm, "I will woo her, seduce if I must, but I will not let her go. She's the only woman who's made me feel this way." He stated proudly, chest puffing up as his thoughts began to race, his cheeks burning a bright shade of pink. 

"Are you sure that's a good idea? You've never even met her." Tanjiro said softly, eyes worriedly glancing over at his friend as an unsure frown graced his features.

He knew how easily Zenitsu fell in love, and how easily it was to break his fragile heart.

Inosuke only huffed with a shake of his head, legs moving faster as though to mute out the conversation between the two men. He wasn't interested if it wasn't about combat.

Zenitsu looked ahead for a short moment, before turning his attention back to Tanjiro, who's worried eyes were stuck on his own.

His gaze was soft but deep, and Zenitsu feared that it would only dissolve his resolve.

“I know Tanjiro, but I have to. I know you're worried, and you want what's best for me," He paused with a sigh, his thoughts jumbled for a moment too long, before regaining order with a shake of his head, "My heart longs for her, it beats faster at the sound of her own. I've never felt this way, although I believed I've been in love before - this is different." He spoke firmly, his walking coming to a full stop at some point during his short speech, Tanjiro complying to stop.

His hand rose to Zenitsu's shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze as a small smile grew on Tanjiro's face, "I believe you, and I will support whatever decision you make, just don't rush."

He said softly, removing his hand from his friend's shoulder before continuing to walk, with no other words exchanged between the trio for the rest of their journey.

A couple of weeks had passed since that conversation, and Zenitsu's heart pounded violently against his ribcage as he and his friends approached the Butterfly estate. A gentle breeze swished past him, lifting his spirits somewhat in the summer evening.

The sun was still somewhat high up, but the sky was darkening by the minute, growing orange and pinkish hues which stretched far and wide over sparce clouds.

Birds chirped and hopped around their nests, all communicating together - the sound being pleasing to his ears.

A stream of water nearby ran through a field, one which he'd be climbing later to reach the beautiful voice he'd been missing so much.

His head spun and blood rushed to his cheeks at the thought, his breath hitched with excitement. 

His legs had a mind of their own, and soon he separated from his friends whilst heading in the direction of the voice he grew to love. She wasn't singing at this particular time, but he was sure she'd be there, sitting in the grass, maybe braiding flowers together, or maybe enjoying the breeze and the warmth of the sun.

He didn't know yet, but he would soon. 

His heart continued to beat rapidly, his mind beginning to think of all the possibilities; would she be freaked out? Confused? Maybe flattered? A stranger admiring your voice for months, without ever actually matching face to voice.

“Bit strange..." Zenitsu muttered to himself, staring daggers at the grass below him, but he trudged on, stomps of determination flattening the ground, arms swinging in effort, and before he knew it, he was standing at the door of a small wooden hut, steam coming out of the top through a chimney, and songs... No. Her voice. It was so beautiful he stood and gawked, hand mid-air, about the knock. 

And then the door opened.

Invincible

Sano Manjiro x Reader + a pinch of the Haitani brothers if you squint enough~

MANGA SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

I hope you enjoy!

Snowflakes began to fall from the dark sky as you rode on your motorbike after Takemichi and the rest of Toman, tears threatening to join the flakes as the memory of a loud thump caught your attention, following by a quiet,

'Emma?' Your eyes averted from the speeding motorbike, to the body on the ground. Her shoulders weren't shaking, she wasn't groaning in pain, she just layed there completely still, barely visible puffs of air came out irregularly, fading away slowly. Seconds passed in an instant, your pointer finger twitched slightly, your breathing speeding up as tears began to form. You screamed. Ran towards the blonde. Turned her on her side, gently patting her cheeks as to wake her up.

"Emma, can you hear me?" You said, struck with panic as the girl continued to be unresponsive. There were streaks of blood running down the side of her forehead, staining and clumping beautiful blonde locks in a crimson pigment. Her beautiful face was dirtied by the frozen ground, light scratches adorning it around her cheeks and chin, whilst her eyes were shut tight. They weren't opening.

"Move, Y/N." Was the last thing you heard, before staying on the frozen ground, your eyes lingering on Mikey, Takemichi and Emma. Mikey stumbled as he carried Emma, his shoulders shaking from the distress, your heart wrenched at the sight, however, you couldn't follow him, you didn't want to see Emma die. You couldn't see your best friend die. After a couple of minutes, your knees began to sting, the pain ushering you to get up and go after your friends.

Knees trembling, tears spilling, breath staggering. The streetlights illuminated the way gently, your rapid breathing interrupting the ever-lasting silence surrounding you. The hospital came into your view, its' lights lighting up the entire sky as patients came in and out, either dead or alive. Emma couldn't become one of the dead, she promised to stay by yours', Mikeys' and Drakens' sides until the very end, she had to fulfill that promise. A certain pink head caught your attention, rushing into the white hallways. You chased after her, waiting impatiently for the doctors to announce whether Emma had made it through or not.

Your eyes glistened with tears, blocking the view of the street as your bike spinned out of control, your heart jumped in fright as you landed on the side of the road, then, a stinging pain started. It beat at your head like a hammer, maintaining its' attacks as you sobbed into the night, the stinging cold cupping your face in its unwelcoming grasp. The sound of motorbikes became distant, and soon you could only hear your own breathing. Reaching behind your head, you felt your head and the disgusting moisture on it.

"Blood." You sobbed quietly, sighing as the tears continued to stream further down, your lip quivering. It reminded you of Emma, and the bright smile on her face just moments before that Kisaki bastard struck her down with a bat.

'Why couldn't I do anything?'

Staggering to your feet, you brought your bike back up and sat atop of it, riding off to the battle, cursing the existence of Kisaki, and promising Emma to avenge her.

After that? Who knew.

The cries of the battle could be heard from a mile away, and you knew Toman wasn't doing well. Without its' vice captains, or leaders, Toman was practically disarmed. But you knew they could win, you wouldn't let them do otherwise.

Your feet stopped, as though they were stuck in quicksand, completely hammering you into place. Angry and Hakkai had been beaten and bruised badly by the Haitani brothers of Roppongi; what were they doing? Teaming up with the likes of Tenjiku?

Beating down anyone who dared to block your path, you seethed with rage, "Here I thought that the two of you were too good to be in a gang." You had said, staring down at Rindou as he layed sprawled out in front of you, Ran right behind him as he glared down at you, using his height as an advantageous point. You shivered a little, either from the cold or from the nastiness of the situation itself, however stood your ground.

"We have our reasons." Ran smirked, patting his baton against the gentle skin of his palm, looking you up and down as Rin stood up, pushing his hair back with gloved, long and slender fingers. His blonde hair made him stand out in the bright lights of the Tenjiku grounds, and you admired his choice of hair colour for a short moment before smiling.

"Why not fight someone whom you haven't injured yet?" You asked, dumping your coat to the ground, rolling the sleeves of your Toman uniform up, bracing yourself for the oncoming fight with two bloodied fists. The two young men smiled at you, Rin stretched his arms out whereas Ran slowly approach you, extending his baton to your face, patting your face with it gently. "Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked, hesitating a little, his gloved hand coming to inspect the back of your head, pulling back covered in dried up blood, however as you nodded your head, his eyes closed, a smirk gracing his lips as he swung his baton with full force, a maniac look shimmering in his violet eyes. It knocked you to the ground, the pain brought immediate tears to your eyes as your cheek stung harshly, you could feel the blood pulsating in your head, a vein had popped.

"I thought you'd avoid that one." He scoffed, unimpressed with the lack of resistance posed by you.  The smirk on his face slowly disappeared, he sighed and turned his back to you, signalling for Rin to do his thing. The blonde stalked over to you, pulling his gloves further up his hand to ensure they wouldn't slip off. You sniffed, wiping your eye as you got up, smirking at the blonde. His eyes scanned yours with curiousity, a glint of excitement shining in his eyes, pulling out his signature stance; he looked like a cat which was ready to pounce at its prey at any moment, readying itself, his eyes reminded you of a cats'. He was the cat and you were the mouse.

Without wasting much time, he leaped towards you, distracting you effectively from Ran. You readied your fist and punched his face, a low grunt escaping his lips. You jumped back as his hands grasped at your waist, taking you down with him. You looked down at him, his arms had entangled themselves around you in a second, locking and immobilising your body. All you could do was wiggle in his grasp, hurting yourself in the process. You looked up to see where Ran had gone off to, only for him to not be in your line of vision. A loud 'boo' followed by a whack next to your head caught your attention, you looked up to be met with the end of the elder brothers' baton, your eyes widening in fear. If he chose to whack you now, your eyesight would be at risk of disappearing, or your nose at rist of wonkyness.

Ran bent over to look you in the eyes, a small smile threatening to show. He looked interested. You felt Rin move in his place, gripping both your hands and locking your legs between his. Now you had both of the Haitani brothers staring at you curiously. "Should we continue?" Ran asked, tracing the wound on your cheek with his weapon, patting it gently to elicit a hiss of pain from you. Rin seemed to grow tired of you only looking at his brother, paying attention to only him and the baton, and grunted loudly, seemingly causing Ran to not wait for a response, but rather bring his baton down to your forehead harshly, creating a large cut across it.

A few more whacks to the head, you began to lose consciousness, tears streaming down your face as the brothers stared at you, small smiles on their faces, their hands stroking your face simultaenously. Their eyes displayed curiousity and excitement, however that soon disappeared as a very angry Souya began beating down his opponents, his eyes almost flaming with the rage which radiated off him. You layed still on the ground, feeling nothing but the overwhelming fatigue in your limbs, and the burning sensation on your forehead, which Ran took the pleasure of whacking multiple times until blood wouldn't stop running.

The entire fight died down slowly as the sound of bikes rumbled off, everyone stared in shock as the three new arrivals came. A loud 'Y/N!' resonated between people, the voice sounded all too familiar, it was Hina, your other best friend. She came running to you, gently clutching onto your face as you forced your tired eyes open, smiling gently at her.

"Who did this to you?" She asked, helping you to sit up as Mikey and Draken walked up to you, fire burning in their eyes. You gave a glance to the brothers, smirking at them as Hina followed your line of sight, sweat rolling down her forehead as the brothers were staring at you intensely.

"I asked for it.." You said quietly, looking between Mikey, Draken and Hina. Mikey crouched down in front of you, stroking the injury which adorned your cheek. His eyes disaplayed no light whatsoever anymore, all he could tell you was that he'd take care of it, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead before walking towards Takemichi, eyeing the brothers. With that, consciousness was slowly chipped away from you, and your head gently fell to rest on Hina's shoulder.

Many years had passed since that unfortunate night, everyday you spent missing all your friends as you chose to stay by Mikeys' side. He needed you, and you needed him. Ever since the disbandment of Toman, you stuck by his side like a Golden Retriever, guarding him, looking after him, gathering information for him, and most importantly of all, caring and being there for him. At one point in your early childhood you had a crush on the man, but seeing him deteriorate so painfully from all the losses, you couldn't help but place him first before your feelings. He wasn't ready for commitment, not when he was suffering every single day, wishing for the happy days to resurface. Every time he'd get out of control, you would be there for him, hugging him so tightly that tears sprung to his eyes, his hands would clutch tightly onto your shirt as silent tears slipped out, painting his eyes in a swollen. After that, he'd always brush away the fringe on your forehead, kissing the scar which have been gifted to you by the Haitani brothers.

Mikey made sure they never got too close to you, afraid they'd cause you harm. If they chose to do so, he wouldn't hesitate to kill them both slowly and painfully; he was capable of it. You were the only person he had left in this world, or so he thought. You knew all his friends from Toman were still waiting around for his return, even if they lost hope over the years. But you knew, you knew if he reached out to them, they would extend their arms out, and grip on as tight as possible, so Mikey wouldn't leave ever again. You knew it, and so did he; deep down at least.

The bond you had created with the man kept you going. You hated Bontan with your whole heart, wishing everyday that the day would come where you and Mikey would run away, hand in hand, holding on tight so neither of you would ever stay behind. Which was why when a few fatal shots had been fired at Mikey, you didn't hesitate to block the bullets with your body, taking every single one of them for Mikey as he stared at you in agony, screaming your name. A few more shots had been fired, your attackers' bodies dropping to the ground in sync with you. You coughed up blood, clutching onto your stomach tightly, screaming from the piercing pain. Shouts bounced around, orders came out, as Mikey stared at you emotionlessly, holding your in his arms.

The Haitani brothers and Sanzu ran over, ushering Mikey to carry you to the car, which then sped off to the closest hospital. The car ride was over in minutes, the men carried you out carefully, screaming at people to move out of the way. The rest? You don't remember. The last thing you could piece together was Mikey placing a gentle kiss on your lips, whispering a broken 'I love you' as his tears fell on your face before you fell into a deep sleep, quietly promising to come back to him very soon.

Miles Morales, Kingpin, and Miguel O’Hara are all such interesting foils of each other. All three experience loss and grieve with alternative methods.

Kingpin refuses to accept the reality of his loss while still being aware that he caused his family’s death. In his refusal, he attempts to rip space and time apart, not caring about the consequences of ripping them from another world. He wants a redo, however, Fisk does not ultimately learn from their deaths, he continues on his path of crime using their demise as justification rather than a cause for change. Fisk is blinded by a simple goal of having his wife and child back, yet does not consider whether they would want to be with him knowing the crimes he has committed.

Miguel does the inverse, he places himself into a new world to live out a happier version of his life - one that does not ultimately belong in. He ends up causing the destruction of that world, paying the ultimate price for his selfishness. He takes this lesson to heart with the additive that all Spider-man must suffer. Miguel never conceived the idea that he could create his own happiness in his universe. He learns from his trauma but does not see a way to work past it.

Miles has the chances to alter what might happen, the death of his father, and wants to jump at the opportunity. He is not asking for a redo (like Kingpin) or a restart (Miguel), instead he simply wants to give everything he has in attempts to free his father. Why just let something horrible happen if it is not clear it has to? As Gwen discovers, the death of a captain can be interpreted many ways in the canon (her dad quits, aka his career as captain is dead). Why not try to save him, where is the harm in that? Miles might not have meant to be Spiderman in his universe, but that doesn’t mean he should disengage from the role entirely.

Miguel O’Hara sneak peak👀

For a moment, silence filled your ears, and you slightly relaxed in his hold, your forehead slumping against his broad chest.

His breathing, your heart beat and loud ringing al simultaneously flooded your ears.

Breathing heavily and painfully, your chest stuttered at every inhale, having no energy to drag yourself out and away from this stranger’s arms.

His voice was muffled under the ringing noise, but the tone it held showed clear concern for you.

He sat the two of you up carefully, and his hands began tracing patterns on your face and head - searching for any sort of injury.

The ringing was slowly dying down, and it became easier to make out what he was saying.

“Are you okay? Did he do anything to hurt you?” His voice was pretty, husky and attractive, laced with laboured breaths in between his words.

His fingers made their way to the base of your skull, pressing into certain areas before lowering gradually, coming across the finger-shaped, purple and blue bruises that were scattered across your neck.

You yelped in pain, and a sudden burst of energy - more like adrenaline - allowed you to pull away from his touch, your eyes flying open.

Deep brown eyes stared intently at you, brows scrunched together in, what seemed to be, concern.

Strands of his chocolate brown hair were scattered across his forehead, and his lips were tightly clamped together in a thin line, his focus shifting from the bruises to your pupils.

A red colour glinted across his irises, and a shiver ran down your spine.

His voice was but a mere whisper when he spoke, gloved fingers lightly grazing over the bruised flesh, “I’m going to kill him.”

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He tired of everything lol