| Itoshi Sae × [GN!Reader]

How about the hashira meeting Male Reader who's a demon similar to Sun Wukong from Journey to the West he likes to play pranks and fight with strong people and carries a staff that can grow and shrink he also has monkey features and can make clones of himself and is immortal they find out when they cut his head off only for another one to pop out

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You a demon. Like an actual demon, not made from a flower but a true demon. You don't eat people usually, you don't burn in the sun either. You do your own thing.

You said you would help the demon slayers cause muzan is "giving real demons a bad name", but who said you were going to be 100℅ cooperative.

Rengoku

You train with him a lot

he liked that fact that your fighting style is so unpredictable it keeps him on his toes

He doesn't even have to worry about you dying cause you come regenerate

just don't play a prank on him

Tengen

Loves the fact that you March to the beat of your own drum

also love pulling pranks on people with you but if you play a prank on him or his wives it will take a long time for him to forgive you

Sanemi

You play a lot of pranks on him just piss him off

calls you 'monkie boy' which you hate

Obanai

Your main victim for all your pranks

he wishes he could kill you

he has tried but you come back just to laugh at him

When you go on missions with him Kaburamaru sometimes coils around your staff

Giyuu

You go on missions with him a lot

His calm demeanor balance your wild and unpredictable personality (like Tang Sanzang)

Muichirou

pranking kind right here

you have an idea and he is already putting it in motion

When you go on missions with him you usually shrink down and stay on his shoulder hoping he would forget about you so you could scare him later (it never works)

Shinobu

You are most well behaved around her, even helping her prepare medicine and gather materials, sometimes using your powers

You were her taste tester for poisons and medicines

they wouldn't kill you so why not

Mitsuri

You love training with her

No matter how hard you try she is the one person who can beat you

her headlocks are deadly but you didn't want to hurt her trying to break free so you waited until she let go

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I just realized I forgot to finish muichirou's😭

ok so how about the hashiras meeting male reader who's also a hashira and he is like short and fast with his weapons being daggers and the hashiras don't think much of him being childlike but when fighting demons his fast and deadly his personality still childlike but blood everywhere

😁

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Walking towards kagaya's estate you wore a smile taking in your new surroundings. You had just defeated a lower moon and were made into the newest hashira.

On your way to a hashira you were ready to meet the others.

When you arrived you got looks from everyone.

"Is he really the new hashira?" Tengen gave you a pointed look as you walked in front of them and bowed.

"Yes I am Y/n, the new (element) hashira it's nice to meet you all." You said raising from the bow with a smile.

"But your just a child how could yo-" tengen was cut off by Rengoku.

"Don't judge based on looks, my friend. Y/n has successfully defeated lower moon one. I should know, I had the chance to fight along side him when he was still a Kinoe."

He was lowkey scared of you but respected you nonetheless.

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At first tengen didn't know what to think off you. He knows your not an actual child but he can't help but treat you like one

Tengen liked your spark. You never lost your smile in battle, after taking heavy hits and just laughing them off.

You were like a miny him. Twins blades and all.

When it came time for you and him to have a mission together, you took the lead.

Fought the demon like you were playing a game.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Shinobu has never seen you fight but she has patched you up after missions.

She heard from the lower ranks how terrifying you could be. They would describe in detail how you would smile while torturing demons until they beg you to kill them.

"Oh my~ How interesting."

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You and Muichirou went on a lot of missions together.

Spending a lot of time around him, he gave you some of his attitude. You sit next to him during the hashira meetings.

When fighting

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Sanemi is scary but not as scary as you.

You might not have many scars but you don't need any with your very unsettling act goes 100 when fighting. After killing the demons you turn around like nothing happened and go on about your day.

He likes the fact that you can scare demons away just by looking at him. the same way he can.

Poor genya tho, though he's not going to confront you but, he does see you and sanemi a lot.

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Obanai is wary of you. Mitsuri of course admired you.

The three of you went on a mission and you took care of it mainly by yourself losing your childlike personality while fighting.

Obanai was glad that you could kill demons without reading into the reasons why they were fighting.

Mitsuri on the other hand thought that you were very cute. Your mannerisms and how efficiently you took care of everything were very admirable to her.

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You and Giyuu barely talk. He keeps his opinions to himself most of the time.

Giyuu being the cool calm and collected person he is wasn't affected by your childish ways. He thought of it as you hold on to your innocence for as long as you could.

That changed when he saw you fight.

He liked having missions with you, they were a change of pace that he could get used to.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Gyomei was another person not rattled by your nature.

He also wasn't surprised by the way you fight in fact he was impressed.

You often trained and meditated with him. Aside from muichirou, he was your favorite to be around.

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An: midterm week is finally over. For anyone else you had test all this week I hope you did well and if your about to take tests. Take your time and go with what ever feeling right.

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Hello! I hope you are well! Can i request a headcannon for mob psycho about mobs s/o stealing his hoodies please?

You can do additional characters if you want to, if not that's okay! 🤗

Thank you! Please be safe in whatever you do!

◡̈⋆ʜᴇʟʟᴏ(●’◡’●)ﾉ I am well, thanks for asking.

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Mob

Tbh I don't think he would notice at first

One day he would just look into his closet and see his favorite sweatshirts gone

At first he thought dimple had something to do with it

Until later that day he saw you with it on

"Oh it was you." It said with a slight blush on his face while twittling his fingers.

You hummed in confusion tilting your head to the side making him blush harder.

"M-my hoodie." He nervously

"Oh sorry I forgot to give it back when you lent it to me." You said while playing with the strings.

"It's fine you came keep it. You look cute in it." At the realization of what he said the poor boy passed out from embarrassment.

Reigen

He knew it was you

But instead of saying something like a normal person

He decided to show up at your place in the middle of the night and make a scene

One flaw tho

You were asleep in the hoodie

"Babe" he whispered while snacking you slightly "y/n wake up."

After a few minutes of shaking you finally started to open your eyes only to be startled by the man. You nearly fell of your bed.

"That's my hoodie."

Hellooo! You make demon slayer fics, yes? Cool.

Alright so I thought about something really cute, mitsuri x demon reader that works in the food industry, like reader if very clearly a demon (has two little cute horns on the side of their head), but they work specifically in food delivery. Cuz yk, food delivery at night, kinda dangerous as a human but as a demon 👀

So mitsuri ordered something and suddenly reader shows up with her food. But she let's them live cuz yk, they did their job and seem like an honest to good person.

Maybe mitsuri orders more often 👀 and they fall inlove 👀 I mean reader is a cute demon after all 👀

◡̈⋆ʜᴇʟʟᴏ(●’◡’●)ﾉ I hope you had a great Christmas/holidays.

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Ah the graveyard shift. No one wants it but someone has to take it. Luckily for your co-workers that 'person' was you.

Everyone knew you were a demon and because you took the tasks that no one wanted they didn't care. You liked the graveyard shift (mostly because of the sun) but it did get lonely sometimes.

Nothing but the moon to keep you company on your deliveries. That was until you made a delivery of snacks to a demon slayer. A Hashira no less.

Mitsuri Kanroji

'Shit' you thought has she stepped out of her estate. You quickly but gently placed her snacks down and tried to cover your horns.

"Are you alright?" she asked coming up to you ignoring her order. You backed away.

"I'm fine I just thought something hit my head was all." You awkwardly chuckled as Mitsuri didn't buy it and came closer.

Gently taking your hands away from your head she was your horns and gasped.

'My life is over' you mentally sighed not even trying to fight.

"Oh, you're so adorable!" He exclaimed hugging you to her chest. "I'm not going to kill a demon who's done such an amazing job. You even set my treats done gently."

Once she was done squeezing you to death, she tipped you (I imagine her as the most generous tipper) and sent you on your way.

From then on it seemed like Mitsuri only ordered a delivery at the dead of night. It's not like you were complaining you finally had someone to talk to.

Sometimes if she was your last delivery, she would invite you to sit and eat with her, spend the night or more😉

=͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝙉𝙤𝙬 𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜... 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙮 𝙃𝙤𝙯𝙞𝙚𝙧 [ 𝘼𝙪𝙙𝙞𝙤𝙨, 𝙎𝙤𝙡𝙤, 𝘾𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙣 ]

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AHHH I’m so, so sorry this took so long, school started again and it hit me like a bitch 😭😭

Hope you enjoy this Diluc piece, I definitely didn’t. I also hope I captured the vibe of the song correctly (once again, definitely didn’t) but that’s ok. Sorry if you didn’t want this to be a romance, I tried to keep it a generic as possible in case you didn’t, and finally, thank you for being my first ever request!!

Anyways, enough of my yapping. On with the show.

❝ That I'd be Anywhere that you are That you are ❞

Diluc is busy. Between duties as the infamously dubbed ‘Darknight Hero’, or everyday ones as Master Diluc or Angel Share’s bartender, his schedule is always packed. Regardless of the circumstances, it’s always taken his utmost effort to keep his day running smoothly without fail.

Of course, the universe has other ideas for the pyro user, because the one day all he’s doing is tending to the vineyard, you crash his plans. Quite literally.

You fall out of the sky, landing on one of the empty wooden carts — and thankfully not getting impaled on a fence. It takes a single glance to see the ice encrusted on your feathers, stiffening them up and weighing them down. Work of the Fatui, Diluc’s mind supplies immediately. Scum.

He moves to help — why wouldn’t he lend a hand to those targeted by the same filth he has been? Especially when the issue can be fixed so quickly with his vision and resources?

Unfortunately for him, it’s you that’s the problem.

“Don’t touch me.” You practically snarl and crawl away, wings arching as you tremble from the effort of keeping them extended in what he assumed was an attempt at keeping him at arms — or wings — length.

The action exposes your very human torso and legs, barely covered by a few stray feathers and scraps of surprisingly clean cloth, like a much more respectable hillichurl. But Diluc keeps his eyes on your face, excluding a simple glance for weapons and other injuries.

How strange. His face feels hot— hotter than usual as he meets your piercing gaze.

“I’m not going to—“

“Quiet.”

He’s cut off by your voice, it’s sharp and clipped, but just soothing enough to lull him into silence. If it were nicer words you were saying, perhaps he’d be… hypnotised. In a way.

He takes the brief moment to take you in, eyes flickering to your wings — broken and covered in small holes that can only be from the shards from an icy explosion, and to your eyes — cold and guarded as you stare him down, as if he’s the one who tried to hurt you.

The silence stretches in between the two of you, both locked in a staring contest and neither making a move to break it. It’s almost like you’re both trying to gouge each other’s soul simply by looking.

With more effort than he thought necessary, Diluc gets his mouth to move. “I hardly believe you can order me, when it’s my property you’ve crashed into, while injured.”

Apparently, it was the wrong thing to say.

You practically hiss at him, your wings flaring to full size as you stumble backwards and try to bring yourself back up — to your feet, rather than on your knees.

“I don’t care.” Your voice is almost too hoarse to be heard over the pounding of blood in Diluc’s ears. 

You’re in pain, obviously, and the strain of speaking must’ve hurt more than it would’ve done any good. He has to resist the urge to rush over and help. You wouldn’t appreciate it, judging by your reaction to his approach before. Though he admits it was rather… insensitive.

“You are a fool, not to fear me.” You’re swaying when you take a step forward, one of your legs nearly giving out as you drag your legs. “I’ve crushed men under my fingers like they were nothing but ants, hunted them for sport. Torn them apart.”

Diluc doesn’t back down, staying silent in his position as he reaches back, summons his claymore—

And promptly throws it to the side. Out of arm's reach. It’s clear you aren’t going to last much longer, and he’d rather not have his eyes scratched out when you awake.

Your gaze, although slightly hazed over from what Dilic can assume is a concussion, flicker to his blade, then back to him. That same piercing gaze that had him frozen in place moments before, except now it’s more… confused. More wary, as you shift to stand still, no longer trying to make a break for it.

“What are you doing?” There’s a waiver to your voice, and your wings shake slightly, like you’re struggling to hold them up — which you are.

It’s not like there’s immediate trust. You’re still cautious, ready to fight until passing out, but you’re also smart enough to know you won’t last long enough to do real enough damage to escape.

So you’re still as Diluc takes a few steps forward.

“I can help you. Just let me.”

For someone who has fought for their life dozens more times than a normal human could ever wish for, the words come out easily. They’re true in a way, a promise he’s willing to keep. Though the words are much more sincere than usual, a gentle tone he usually never uses, except for—

Your wings fold around yourself, shaking slightly and trembling from the effort. “No.”

But your wings droop and the sound is loud in Diluc’s ears as you stagger forwards again, eyes half lidded. It’s only a few more moments before you collapse, body almost hitting the dirt instead of his arms as a shaky breath rattles your lungs.

He doesn’t hesitate to catch you in his arms, scooping you up bridal style and making sure not to hurt you any more than you already are. He’s careful, almost too cautious, like he’s holding a bomb instead of an injured person.

Despite you being far from human, you’re light. Almost too light, which doesn’t bode well — has it been a while since you’ve been able to eat? Was it just your wings that are heavy and make you seem bulkier?

He knows birds have light bodies to fly, and though you look healthy and human, it could apply to you.

“I don’t trust humans.” You grit out, trying to squirm out of his hold, and Diluc is somehow compelled to agree, even through surprise. Why not monsters? Though, with your wings it’s clear you are one yourself, Diluc has always subconsciously thought of you as more… refined. Perhaps you’re more humanistic than they are.

He ignores how his first thought was more ‘beautiful’.

“Well,” Diluc lets a crude, bitter smirk twist his lips as he looks down at you. “It’s a good thing I’m called an inhuman bastard then.”

“Hurt me and you die.”

Despite the sleep threatening to pull you under, you remain awake as he treats you, intent on making good on your word. But…

He's gentle. Not enthusiastic, nor openly interested in becoming friends, but there’s a subtle tenderness in his hands as he works to gently thaw the ice, so as to not shock your wings.

Some maids come in, trays of steaming, hearty food piled onto the plates. Mond’s finest, you’re sure. They look happy as well, to be of service. As if being at someone’s beck and call was worth celebrating. You don’t understand it.

Diluc assures you that you don’t need to.

“What are you?” He asks absentmindedly as his hand holds a steady flame near the edge of your wing, never extinguishing despite the vapour behind produce from the ice. 

It’s clear Diluc doesn’t mind being in the dark as to your species, but it’s equally obvious to him that you’re fighting to stay awake. So, talking helps. And he’d rather a passé you now, than an aggressive one later.

… and he couldn’t deny the curiousity, not to your origin, but you in general. “I’ve never seen someone half bird before.”

Your shoulders stiffen, teeth clenched together at his question. It takes several seconds for you to decide whether to answer, gaze dropping to your lap as you try to ignore how your cheeks are starting to heat up.

It’s not fair, that he can rile you up in a way you’ve never felt before. You’ve always been… distant from other beings. You’re not used to this.

Maybe it’s the fever talking. The sickness has you less than eager to argue.

“A harpy.” You rasp, voice hoarse from the effort of getting the words out. “One who mimics the eagle.”

“I thought so.” He nods, eyes flicking to you before studiously turning back to your icy  feathers. 

“Really?” You scoff, tearing off a piece of chicken with a claw and shoving it in your mouth to keep yourself awake just that little bit longer. “Didn’t think harpies were common in the city of freedom.” Or Teyvat.

“Not harpies.” Diluc corrects softly. He picks up a fork and arranges a bite, holding it up to your mouth when you swallow your previous. “Eagles.”

“You like them?”

“I have one as a…” Diluc struggles to find the right word, his brain suddenly all too focused on the way your lips wrap around the utensil. “A pet, of sorts.”

Your eyes glimmer with something positive for once, whether it’s the carefully prepared food or the mention of another eagle, he doesn’t know. But… well, he’d like for that look to stay for just a little while longer.

“Would you like to meet him?” He chances to ask.

“Yes.” You nod. The speed almost makes you dizzy.

You try to keep the eagerness out of your answer, but that one word comes out in a flurry, more like a plea than an agreement. It’s almost embarrassing, how much you want to see him. The eagle, that is.

You ignore the way Diluc’s lips quirk up, as if he’s trying to hold back a smile. 

You’re soft with the bird, paying Diluc no mind as he continues to heal your wings. It’s barely ten minutes when he’s done— and sure, the meal you were supposed to eat had been fed to (name), and you’ve already succumbed to sleep, but Diluc can’t find it in himself to care.

When you wake, it’s awkward. Humans had always been untrustworthy, and suddenly one shows up and puts that entire worldview on its head.

It’s not as if you suddenly trust all of humanity, you convince yourself, just that this one happens to be an outlier. One who saved you and fixed the one thing that made you able to live as your species.

The next time Diluc visits you, this time holding a tray himself, he’s met with a stammered, awkward apology from a very much healthier harpy. It’s… almost cute.

From then on, your relationship is much better. The status of acquaintances is quickly upgraded to friendship when you sample the food he’s brought you, finally able to appreciate the quality now that you weren’t half dead.

Of course, you’re not made to be kept inside. You go your separate ways not long after, but you pop in occasionally, though without warning, as it’s much more fun to see his surprise when you appear.

From strolls through the vineyard to Diluc neglecting his customers so he can engage in rare conversation with you in Angel Share, it’s rare for the townsfolk to see Diluc so happy and not think ‘where’s the harpy?’ 

Your conversations are sweet, with the common banter and occasional awkward side hugs and chivalrous gestures. So, when Diluc sees you fight, manipulating anemo to your will without the use of a vision, he’s shocked, unable to focus on anything but your agile form expertly manoeuvring through the enemies and striking them down.

When he hears you fight, he doesn’t. Bor does he hear the end of the continuous apologies from you— it’s not your fault you didn’t realise how fragile human ears were. 

“Sorry, sorry.” You say sheepishly, head bowed as you bob up and down on the cart Diluc pushes you on. The exact same one you crushed when you first met. It’s fixed now, and just slightly nicer looking than the rest.

“It’s fine.”

Diluc waves a hand, eyes glancing between you and the road as his voice stays level. Though, on the inside, his head is pounding, blood rushing through his veins until he can hardly focus on anything but the sound of his own heart. 

It rings in his ears like a bell, loud and obnoxious. He’s thankful that no one has seen him yet — who knows what the townspeople would think if they saw their reclusive ‘Darknight Hero’ in such a state.

Then again, his maid (Adelinde) walking in on him getting splashed with grape juice to carefully make a certain bottle of liquor — one you may or may not be currently indulging him — which is also just as humiliating.

He doesn’t exactly do camaraderie.

“If you say so.” You hum, raising a wing to block the sun. A stray feather floats down into his hair, and Diluc silently thinks it would make a good keepsake. “… Thank you, Diluc.”

He blinks, eyes wide and confused. It’s kind of adorable. “Why the sudden gratitude?”

You shrug, averting your gaze to the sky. If you were to maintain eye contact any longer, shyness would be inevitable. “Just felt like it.” 

“… You don’t need to thank me.”

And he means it. Despite how you had practically barged into his work, injured and distrustful and ready to rip his throat open, he looks forward to your strange, unannounced appearances.

Sometimes he’ll find himself zoning out, wondering if you’re doing well, how your wings are healing up or just staring at the ceiling in his office, contemplating the way your eyes shone as you met his gaze.

You’ve managed to worm your way into his head… and perhaps his heart. One he had thought died with Crepus. 

“From the very bottom of my heart, I thank you too.”

💀

The power of Reigen truly can do anything