Nezuzen mga kuwento

By day, the city belonged to students. Lecture halls filled with half-awake conversations, coffee cups balance on notebooks, deadlines whispered like threats. Students running around. By night, the city changed hands. Neon lights reflected off polished metal. Engines cut through silence. Some people found freedom in motion, in the rush of wind and the blur of streetlights stretching endlessly ahead. They didn't know each other yet. But they would. In a world full of chaos, the hashira, reunited. Some sharing their love for motorsport while others silently watching from the distance. A Biker Hashira AU! Some ships: Shinobu x Giyu, Mitsuri x Obanai, Tengen x his wives, Kanao x Tanjiro, Nezuko x Zenitsu, Aoi x Inosuke and some mentions of Sanemi x Kanae

So I watched then anime and loved it, ahem now I shall write about my favourite character, Zenitsu Agatsuma. Cross-posted on Ao3, acc is: @Amatump

Zenitsu's sword was rarely seen in combat. His attacks were way too fast. They only time anyone could catch a glimpse of his sword was when he took care of it, cleaning and polishing it. One day Nezuko saw Zenitsu cleaning his sword and was mesmerized by its golden shining.

Just an FYI they speak Japanese, but I will write in English. Tanjiro is the eldest in the interracial Kamado family, most of his siblings are pure Japanese, but from his mother's side, he is Korean. He lived in Northern Korea for 7 years, only until Kie finally escaped and ran to her baby father. Ever since then, all the trauma from abuse and gunshots in North Korea. Tanjiro never wanted to leave his parents side, and since they both knew Korean, they didn't bother teaching him Japanese. He finally gets the courage to go to the school his younger sister Nezuko goes to and try to make friends. This story though, is in Zenitsu's Point of View.

stan txt or die

Tanzen/Zennezu one shots I maybe take smut but be warn I'm but at writing smut tho I'll take angst happily tho and fluff

For as long as he could remember, Zenitsu had been afraid of death. How many times had he cried and kicked, screaming in terror, at the prospect of a demon killing him? He had never believed he would live long enough to grow old. And yet there he was now, on his deathbed, an old man.

Zenitsu always felt that his life had been a bit hopeless and quite tragic, but now that he's no longer human, perhaps things weren't so bad before. Now he's on a journey to not only help a fellow Demon Slayer return his sister to humanity but perhaps himself as well. (Demon Zenitsu AU) Tags will be updated as the story progresses. Artwork was done by Sed-quare

When Nezuko woke up, the first thing she saw was a flower. It was tiny but really pretty, a beautiful shade of pink. It was entangled with her hair. She reached out to touch it. Where did it come from?