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[ Demon Slayer × Trollhunters idea ] (3)

" Helping others often ends up helping yourself. "

Angor Rot can't help the scoff that breathes out of him in reply to the boy's response. Tanjirou remains unwavering, his eyes never leave the assassin troll.

Well, the former assassin troll now. The ring containing his soul glistens on his finger.

" That is your answer? " Angor presses on with a hiss. " You managed to persuade the Trollhunter to return the ring because you only want to help? Do you expect me to bow in gratitude, whelp? "

" I didn't persuade Jim, I merely told him my piece. " Tanjirou hums, his dark red hair swaying in the movement of the windy night. " I told him that it was always yours. Nobody has the right to control others through such means. "

This boy holds the same caution in his stance that Angor had seen with the Trollhunter's, but his eyes have no fear nor hesitation in them. He feels unsettled, not knowing what to make of the way this boy looks at him.

Fear keeps you alive and aware. If this boy is afraid of him, he does a flawless job in disguising it in sight and scent. Angor takes a step forward, foot barely grazing the grass of the boy's home property.

Tanjirou remains indifferent. His gaze stays the same and Angor snarls at how it reminds of the untouchable, warmth of the sunlight --

" Did you not think I might have attacked your friend when I got back my soul? "

" I did. Jim thought the same too. But I told him to be prepared for that scenario. You didn't attack Jim, so that's good. "

Angor narrows his eyes. " Such naivety. " Yet his words carry nothing, he's aware, because if anything, this boy doesn't seem idiotic.

" You're here just to ask me questions. Although it would have been nice if you didn't sneak around in the first place. " A displeased tone in his voice as he puffs. " I almost thought you were a robber if not for your scent. "

Scent. This boy has an enhanced scent of smell. Angor's eyes dart to the small axe in the boy's hand, taken when he had emerged out of his house to confront him with the thought that he was an intruder.

" I could've been coming here to attack you. Perhaps as a bit of warning for the Trollhunter, maybe? " The troll mimics a motion of unsheathing his blade.

" Will that be your choice? "

Angor Rot goes still.

" Will you continue to pursue the Trollhunter? " Tanjirou continues, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. " Despite being free from being controlled again? Do you intend to continue your reputation as the Trollhunter's assassin? You can choose what you want now, walk on the path you prefer. It doesn't have to be in a violent one. "

There's a faint sound of inhaling, and Angor notes the way the boy's chest expands and the twitch in his muscles.

For the first time since their talk tonight, he goes into a stance, bringing his arms up and resting his hands in a crossing pose over his shoulders, the axe being tightly gripped in his hold.

" If that is your choice, " Tanjirou says, " then, right here, right now, I will take your life. "

(In the distance later on, where Angor Rot has corrected the boy's assumption and walks away to find another path for his future, he sometimes wonders what would have happened if he had taken another step forward. The boy's eyes glared on his neck back then, but his axe was small, and a troll's skin is thick and hard to cut.

And then Angor remembers the boy's gaze, of how it resembled the gentle warmth of the sun and at the same time, the prickling heat that burns through his skin if made contact. His senses had screamed danger despite not picking up any hostile intention.

Somewhere in the future, Angor finds himself protecting the Trollhunter Jim from Gunmar and aiding him in the battle, and his golden eyes find Tanjirou swinging his blade through the Gumm Gumm soldiers without breaking a sweat.

When the boy notices him and beams, his past words echoing, Angor Rot finds it reasonable to have a sense of wariness and fear for the boy because he resembles the sun; bright, warm and deadly.)

Demon Slayer × Trollhunters

Oh hey look, protagonists that use sun based ability, still teenagers and have lost some friends of theirs ☺️😭

Anyway, if I were to write a crossover story of these series, I'd probably do it in the Kimetsu Academy and reincarnation AU. I'd have Tanjirou being the background character of sorts, where he gives advice to Trollhunters characters and is the wise and mysterious character that no one knows much.

(Tanjirou tries teaching Jim about Concentration Breathing but he's suck at teaching so there's a bit of troubles here and there 😔)

[ Demon Slayer × Trollhunters idea ] (2)

[ Sengoku era ]

" No, no, you don't understand! That girl is a demon! She's not my daughter! GIVE MY BABY BACK YOU DEMON -- !! "

Someone drapes a haori over Nomura, covering her view from the commotion. She doesn't know why she stands around like an idiot, she wasn't trained to be stilled when an enemy struck to hurt. But then again...even she needed a moment after almost being drowned to death by her 'mother'.

Leave it a mother's intuition to reveal the changeling's true nature...

Nomura supposes a day like this will come, for her the mother to seek the truth of her real daughter. It just didn't come to the young changeling's mind that the woman would do something as drastic as this; attempting to drown her while bombarding her with questions. If it wasn't for the passerby, maybe Nomura had to kill the woman in order to survive.

Her heart (whatever is left of it) aches. The mother didn't start out like this in the beginning, only to become suspicious after a few years raising the changeling like her own daughter. Attachment is a dangerous thing, her naivety and hope has led to this mess...

" Nomura, is it? "

The man that had given her his haori kneels down to her level. She manages to dart her eyes away from the screaming and struggling mother being carried away by other people. Reminding herself of her purpose, she gathers tears to spill, eyebrows already furrowed as she brings her hands to grasp tightly on her kimono, a mask of sorrow is about to be slid on --

Green eyes find maroon-red ones, and a sudden pressure makes the changeling freezes.

The human before her doesn't look too much out of the ordinary. He looks simple, humble even. His expression says nothing of his emotions, but Nomura notices the way his hand rests on the hilt of his sheathed sword by his hip. The earrings on his ears sway as he tilts his head a bit.

" What are you? " He doesn't beat around the bushes.

A spark of panic rises in her. Something is off with this human, and every danger senses of hers are screaming in terror.

" M-Mister...what are you talking about..? " Play innocent, play weak, play clueless --

" You're not a demon. " His voice draws on without a single tone of anything that reveals his emotions.

" Of c-course I am not, mister -- "

" Do you eat humans? "

The question almost has her stagger. No, she doesn't eat humans. Her other changeling comrades may find some pleasure in doing so, but she has never tasted a human's blood since she came out of the Darklands.

" No. "

Nomura curses herself, for allowing her voice cracks and revealing that she's not a pitiful looking child that she masked herself to be. She darts her eyes around, trying to find an opening for her escape. Fighting back is not option unless she wants more people to see her for what she is. She can scream, draw more attention for the others to come and separate her from this man --

" Is she safe? "

This one has her gaze snaps back to the man immediately.

" What? "

" The child you replaced, " his gaze never waver, " is she safe? "

For once, the truth is her saving grace. Nomura nods. " Yes. "

The man stares at her for a few more seconds before withdrawing away, his hand leaves his sword and he straightens up. Despite the clear space between them, this doesn't reassure the changeling the slightest.

Her human father comes to fetch Nomura, and she silently curses her guardian for being so late. The haori stays on as they take their leave, and she can feel the man's stare on her back like a sharp dagger.

Nomura doesn't dare to look back.

[ Demon Slayer × Trollhunters idea ] (1)

[ Kimetsu Academy & reincarnation AU ]

Tanjirou doubles over, hand clasping over his lower face. He hears the man speak, but his voice sounds almost underwater-like. Muffled, too faint to be heard. The boy can't focus on what the man says. He barely registers the fallen documents containing the information of his internship in the facility.

He's too occupied with the stench coming from the man. The pungent, foul smell that has Tanjirou gagging, his knees buckling. He feels hands on his shoulders -- reflex surges through his muscles and he slaps the contact away.

Strickler stares, eyes wide and bewildered. Tanjirou shares the same look, although his resemble more of a cornered animal. Unsure and confused.

" You don't seem so well, Kamado boy. "

Tanjirou doesn't like how the nickname rolls off the man's tongue. It's supposed to be reserved for his teachers back in Japan. Not this one.

Not to this... creature, that has the scent of blood and horror warping around him.

" Let me contact your guardian. Take the day off. Maybe the difference of time between here and your country makes you feel sick. "

Tanjirou shakes his head, straightening his back and steadies his breathing. He just gets caught off guard. He needs to maintain composure.

Regardless of what he's facing right now. Whatever Strickler is, he doesn't smell like a human.

" Please excuse me, " Tanjirou feels his hand shaking, " I need a moment."

There is a lot he's feeling right now. The familiar feeling, that he had thought to be buried deep in himself along with the memories before he reincarnated, found its way back to the surface the first time he met Strickler.

The feeling of being in an unknown danger.

Thinking about KNY x Trollhunters crossover and the comedically misunderstanding it can ensure;

" Oh! You know about them? (Talking about trolls) "

" If we're talking about creatures that perish under the sun, then yeah. (Talking about demons) "

" Huh, you're taking this fairly well about them. (Trolls) "

" Yeah, my ancestors have been fighting them so the stories get passed. (Demons) "

" Your ancestors fought the bad ones? Wow, they must've been warriors! (Gumm Gumm trolls) "

" They prefer the term slayers, and yes, the stories highlight that they are good ones. (Nezuko, Tamayo & Yushiro) "

" Huh, it would be nice if we could use some advice on how to defeat the bad ones. (Gumm Gumm trolls) "

" Why? They've perished a long time ago. (The Final Battle against Muzan) "

" They're still around? They're trying to escape from the other side you know? (Darklands) "

" What do you mean they're trying to escape from the afterlife? "

" You call the Darklands the afterlife? "

" Darklands?? "

" Yeah? Gunmar and the Gumm Gumm trolls were banished there centuries ago? "

A pause.

"...Trolls? You were talking about trolls? What are trolls??? "

Another pause.

" Wha -- of course I am talking about trolls! What did you think I was talking about?? "

" Demons?? Man eating creatures that can't be under the sun??? "

" That sounds a lot like the Gumm Gumm trolls. "

" I am literally talking about the demons -- the ones that have existed for centuries before they were defeated in the Taisho era??? "

A very, very long pause.

"... We're misunderstanding the whole thing, aren't we? "

"...It seems to be so. "

Green flags

Tanjirou is soldier, Izuku is poet and Luffy is king.

[ Masterlist ]

Made another crossover

Story in the nutshell : Akaza trying to complete his redemption mission by helping alien robots protecting Earth and has his patience being tested.

You can find the fic in Ao3 : Redemption || KNY X TFP ||

I tried using analogous colors scheme, but it didn't work out that much ( purple, pink and blue ) so I gotta study about colors theory more

PURPLE MENACES

( I thought of adding Soundwave or Shockwave from TFP but I can't draw robots for God's sake )

Ok, this was in My head for a while so i have to draw it