Demon Slayer Oneshots

☁️Zenitsu/Reader: The Rouge Ruse Part 1

Description:  Zenitsu just wants to get closer to a sweet girl he just met. Unfortunately he's working undercover in the same brothel as her. Should he be honest about his true identity or keep up his ruse of femininity? How can he confess when she thinks he's a girl?!

Here it is, a long awaited story that I've been meaning to publish for ages! I originally had this idea planned for Armin dressed as Historia, but I think it'll be funnier with our baby, Zen. Get ready for hilarious misunderstandings and brothel shenanigans!

Chapter 1: Awkward Introductions

The new girl didn't seem to be bothered by the ill-mannered comments of your peers, the judgmental sidelong glances; she just rolled her eyes. You almost admired it in a way, her abnormally thick skin. You would have definitely cried if the new Okiya you'd found yourself in hated everything about your features. You wouldn't say she was ugly per say, just... more masculine looking? And that haircut of hers was particularly ornery. Granted, you'd seen girls that liked to cut their hair with swords the old-fashioned way... but this one looked like she went and hacked at it with reckless abandon, and in every direction. Her stumpy pigtails only held about forty percent of her yellow locks, and good gracious, those thick unruly eyebrows... You could surely pluck them for days and get nowhere. You certainly had your work cut out for you to say the least.

"May I?" You were now squared off with the girl, politely extending a hand with the best welcoming smile you could muster. She blinked and nodded, gently slipping a hand into yours. You tried not to make a face. You didn't even have to look to know how calloused they were; you could feel the roughness of her palm when it brushed against your fingertips. Emery board in your free hand you began to file away the jagged edges of her- either short or broken- nails, pausing briefly to wonder if she had been a field hand in the past. 'Poor thing...'

"Working on the new girl?" A voice from the doorway called out, and you noticed two of your fellow trainees standing there.

"Mhm." You nodded and returned to your task.

"What's the point? She's obviously hopeless." The one with the longer hair said.

"Yeah. She's never gonna get a patron looking like that."

"You two are breaking my concentration." You replied flatly. "If you don't stop I'll have to explain to Warabihime-Oiran why our newest escort is late to dance practice. ...Or would you rather do it?" You punctuated with a rather threatening glance. That shut them up fast, and they were out of your sight before you could even locate your makeup brush on the vanity. You caught the blond watching you with those big round honey-brown eyes, which was easily her most alluring feature, especially when enhanced by the amber color of her triangle-patterned kimono. "Oh, don't pay any attention to them. They're just jealous." You shrugged with an encouraging smile.

"Of what?"

"Um..." You instantly froze at her question, as you had not actually contemplated any sort of follow-up. You were simply placating. "Of uh... Of... how good you are at the shamisen! The Madame didn't even have to teach you." 'Phew, that was a close one.'

"Music has always come fairly easily to me..."

"Sounds like you're a bag of surprises. What else are you good at?"

"Not much..." Her eyes flickered down again and you mentally kicked yourself. You were trying to be optimistic but had inadvertently killed the mood once more.

"...I've been told before that I'm good at making flower crowns. But in most other things... I am and have always been... a coward."

"Well... that's not a problem, really, is it now? Just smile and look pretty and leave the war and bravery to the men." You smiled wide and her bushy brows furrowed.