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You have a nightmare

Kokomi's guard dog series

Child male reader (gorou's little brother)

Part one (sorta)

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Caught in the middle of a battlefield was not the ideal place to be especially for you, kokomi's guard dog.

It was hard to tell you was on your side and who wasn't.

The sound of swords clinging and people screaming messed had your head spinning.

"Stay Strong." You heard your brothers booming voice above everything.

You ran to him.

Just in time to see a arrow go through his chest.

"BROTHER"

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You shot up from your makeshift bed in your tent.

Gorou's tent was right next to yours and you couldn't shake the feeling that he was still hurt.

Walking into his tent you see him sleeping peacefully, you were going to tip toes back to bed when he stopped you.

"What are you doing up Y/n? " he asked goggly still clingying on to sleep.

"I had a bad dream." You mumbled the last part but gorou still heard you.

"Wanna sleep with me. No nightmare would dare scare you when you big brother is here." He said scooting over to give you room.

You gladly joined him.

For the rest of the night you slept peacefully.

Alt ending

You shot up from your bed but the room looked unfamiliar.

The room you were in had light blue walls with white tile floors.

You were in watasumi shrine.

Not feeling like you back to sleep you got up. Wrapping yourself in a blanket as you got up you ventured outside of your room.

When you reached the main foyer you say kokomi sitting on a couch she looked sad.

Approaching her you saw she was holding a journal.

Your brothers journal.

It wasn't a dream.

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“your nose is running again.”

you shoot a glare at alhaitham’s reflection in your vanity, swiping at your nose and clearing your throat a few times before croaking, “it is not.”

“tch.” he has the audacity to look unimpressed with your lie, fiddling with the collar of the nice shirt you’d practically wrestled him into for tonight. “this happens every year, i don’t know why you keep trying to deny it.”

“there’s nothing to deny, because i’m a doctor and we don’t—” you pause, face scrunching when you feel a sneeze trying to fight its way out of your system. “— get sick.” 

so what if your throat was scratchy and your entire face felt hot with sinus pressure? one could claim it was allergies, not sickness. 

taking a seat to pull on his shoes, alhaitham only scoffs disbelievingly at you. he’s acting so smug, and maybe that’s because last week you’d ignored his warning about how cold nighttime in the desert got. or maybe because you refused to take the vitamin c tablets he put beside your coffee each morning because their texture was like that of chalk. 

before he can open his mouth and say these things, the sneeze you’d been fighting takes you by surprise. you immediately turn away and lift your elbow, sneezing into it not once, not twice, but five times in quick succession.

(okay, so maybe you were feeling a little under the weather.)

you turn away from the dresser with a sharp look in your eye, just daring him to let slip the i told you so that always seemed to be sitting on the tip of his tongue.

instead, you feel his fingers tugging at the laces of your dress and his lips pressing softly against your forehead. (too warm, you swear he murmurs.)

“we don’t have to go if you aren’t feeling well. nilou will understand. do you really want to be fighting a cold while you’re surrounded by a group of your friends—”

“our friends,” you correct with a sniffle.

he ignores you. “who are going to make you—”

“make us.” 

“—endure cake and small talk?”

you roll your eyes. for someone so fearsome, your husband really could be quite dramatic, brought to his knees by something as simple as cake and small talk. 

“we missed her performance last month because we were stuck with work, so we’re not missing her birthday.” you turn around to shove lightly at his shoulder. “and don’t think you can use my cold as an excuse to get out of this party.”

alhaitham pulls back to look down at you with an irritating combination of a scoff and a smirk on his lips. “ah, so you finally admit that you have a cold? maybe if you’d taken the vitamin c for your immunity like someone suggested...”

“those supplements taste like shit, haitham,” you cough, expression pinching as you recall the disgusting tablets that you’ve called ‘not as good as the real thing.’ “the only vitamin c i like is in those mondstadt imported sunsettias...”

“you’re like a child,” he scolds. “now get undressed and back in bed before—”

“undressed?” you question, swatting his hands away from your dress. “i’m going to the party.”

“no, you’re not.”

“what if i—”

“no.”

“but darling—”

“sorry, love, but you’re not going anywhere tonight,” he decides, ignoring your quiet grumbles of protest. “i know you don’t get sick often, but when you do it hits you pretty hard.”

he leaves the room briefly at that, returning with something sitting in his palm. 

you shake your head, holding your hands out to keep him back. “no. no! that stuff is worse than the vitamin c.”

“huh, if you’d taken that, then maybe you could have avoided this.” he hums, unscrewing the lid and letting that disgustingly sweet, syrupy scent flood the room. it was so potent that even you clogged sinuses could pick it up. “perhaps, doctor, one of these years you’ll learn to take your own advice. or perhaps listen to your husband’s…”

you lean backwards when he reaches for your chin. “haitham, if you make me drink that i will call the general mahamatra on you.”

“go ahead, he doesn’t scare me.”

he tries again, only for you to side-step his hand. “take your damn medicine!” 

“you’re not supposed to yell at a sick person!” 

“i’m not yelling. i’m simply insisting because you are being childish.”

maybe you were being childish, but that medicine was just so damn gross. “can i at least go down and say hi to everyone?” you try. “it’s been so long since i’ve seen them all.”

“fine, but only for ten minutes. and you have to take your medicine first.”

“but it always makes me sleepy,” you argue. “then you’ll be there enduring cake and small talk all by yourself.”

“it’s a birthday party, not a war. i think i’ll survive.”

you scowl at him, snatching the bottle and taking a gulp of the bitter liquid. “yeah, yeah. just wait until a drunk kaveh gets his hands on you and i’m not there to save you.”

the medicine starts taking effect almost instantly. you make it eleven minutes on your own feet before you’re clinging to alhaitham’s arm and leaning heavily into his side, nose still leaking and throat still tickling.

by then, all it takes is a single, ‘you don’t look too well’ from tighnari to convince alhaitham to drag you up into nilou’s spare room and into bed. 

too disoriented and drowsy to argue anymore, you thank him dazedly and reach out to pat his cheek before letting your eyes drift shut.

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you’re not too sure how long it’s been when you wakes, but when you pry your tired eyes open, there’s a tray of steaming food on your bedside table. the room is glowing and warm, the source being the flickering candle that alhaithm is reading his book under

he glances up when you shift in bed, closing his book. “feeling better?” 

“‘m not leaking anymore,” you shrugs, rubbing at the tip of your nose. “how long was i out for?”

“a little over two hours,” he answers, taking a seat at your bedside and pressing a hand to your forehead. “you’re not as warm as before. the medicine must be working.”

“yeah, well i still feel gross,” you mutter, not wanting to give that disgusting concoction too much credit.

“you look it, too.”

“the akademiya scribe,” you mutter, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed. “charming as ever.” 

he scoffs at that, scooping up the tray of food in one hand and offering you his other. “charming enough that the amurta darshan’s sage took my last name.”

“well, don’t let it get to your head,” you huff, taking his hand and letting him pull you to your feet. his thumb strokes your wedding band as he guides you to sit on a fur rug positioned in front of the fire. “pretty hard to say no to a guy that practically begs you to marry him.” 

“it was not begging—”

“haitham, dearest, that’s exactly what it was.”

you burst into a fit of giggles when he tells you to save it, his cheeks turning pink at the memory. your laughter quickly dissolves into a series of coughs, to which alhaitham pounds you on the back a little harder than necessary. 

“alright, you had your fun,” he murmurs, picking up a bowl of soup. “you need to eat something. i made your favourite,” he dips the spoon into the bowl. “i already picked out the cabbage,” he adds when you open your mouth to complain. 

unable to deny the slight rumble of your stomach, you reach for the spoon in his hand, pouting when he pulls it away. “i can feed myself,” you protest, voice hoarse from your coughing fit.

“the last time i let you feed yourself when you were sick, you sneezed and ended up throwing a spoonful of soup in my face,” he reminds you, the grim look on his face making it seem as if you’d stabbed him with the spoon instead. “open up.”

you narrow your eyes at the spoonful of soup. “it’s red,” you state. the original colour of recipe was a warm, almost translucent gold. 

“good to know your eyes are still working.”

“haitham,” you groan. “you know i don’t handle spice as well as you.”

“it’ll help clear up your sinuses,” he reasons, though there’s something teasing twitching at the corner of his lips. 

your body is wracked by another series of sneezes, each one stronger than the last, making him laugh.

“are you sure you’re done?” he teases, handing you a tissue.

“a good husband would just say, bless you,” you pout, blowing your nose and weakly tossing the soiled tissue at him. 

defeated by a clogged nose and a smug husband, you reluctantly open your mouth and let him spoon-feed you the eye-wateringly spicy soup. it slides down your throat like fire, and it…kind of does help with your sinuses and throat. 

you’d never admit that, though. it’s a new low you’ve discovered, a doctor taking medical advice from a semiotics major. 

the universe always finds ways to keep us humble.

when the bowl is half-empty and alhaitham is convinced you’ve eaten enough, he sets the bowl aside and wraps a blanket around your shoulders before he goes. your eyes are drooping again, the result of a warm blanket enveloping you and a satisfied stomach. 

he returns with a glass of water and a cool washcloth, gently pressing it to your forehead before situating himself behind you. “need anything else?”

letting yourself relax against his chest, you shake your head. his arms are warm around you, the steady sound of his heart and the soothing light of the candle slowly lulling you to sleep once more. 

“shouldn’t you get back to the party?” you murmur sleepily. but you’re already snuggling against him, hands curling greedily into the soft material of his shirt to keep him close.

“not particularly. i’ve already greeted nilou and done my share of…small talk,” he explains quietly. his small sigh is heavy, his posture deflating slightly. it wasn’t that he disliked your shared friends or their company, it was just that his social battery ran out faster than others, and without you there to keep him afloat? two hours was more than enough for him. 

“besides, i can’t exactly relax if i know that you’re up here positively suffering.” 

“you’re teasing me, but fine, i’ll let you stay.” 

no medicine or soup could do to you what a warm blanket and your annoying, teasing husband could for you, anyway.

Xiao x child reader

PLATONIC OBVIOUSLY

"Mr. Xiao!" The traveler and Paimon watched as you called out to the yaksha from the balcony of Wangshu Inn

"What do you want, Y/n." A voice said startling the traveler and Paimon but not you.

You ran to Xiao and hugged his legs.

"The traveler and Paimon wanted to meet you." Xiao looked up at the two forigen body's with an unchanging expression.

"I have no business with you mortals." And this that xiao picked you up and you both disappeared.

You didn't go far. Just to a near by mountain.

"That wasn't very nice, they only wanted to talk." You puffed out your cheeks while sitting on his lap.

He pushed you away

"I do not wish to be wrapped in mortals business. I have demons to slay."

"What about me then?"

"You are not human, you are not a demon, you are an adepti." Xiao stated mater of factly while pushing your hair out of your eyes.

The wind was gently and calming although it looked like a peaceful scene both were deep in thought about the traumatic history of the adepti.

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Y/n a monster a birth hated people and stayed away as best they could. But they kept coming.

A scream from a human that they'd seen a shadow in the distance and people go wild. Running with weapons and malicious intent.

One day the poor child had enough of running and decided to fight back.

He fought

And fought

And fought

Until he caught the attention of a certain god. Morax

Moral saw the child as a asset to help fight in the war and gave the child a name. Y/n.

Placing him in the care with the 5 yaksha and we all know how that goes.

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Xiao felt the child lean into him. Looking down he saw the child asleep with a content look on their face.

Xiao closed his eyes not finding sleep a possibility but still at least trying to enjoy the moment.

Blood demon art: Botanical Garden P1, P2, P3, P4, P5, P6, P7, P8, p9(current)

demon slayer masterlist

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Once you got back to the Infinity castle you sought out the demons that matched the flower crowns.

"NAKIME-"

The sound of the biwa rang and you were teleported in front of the one-eyed demon.

"There is no need to shout Y/n. I can hear you even if you whisper."

"I have a surprise for you." You giggle as you hop around her. Once you faced her back you gently placed the mainly white flower crown on her head.

You then hopped around to face her with the brightest smile. You watched as she felt the crown without taking it off her head so she could see it.

"Thank you, Y/n." She gave a rare smile as she put it back on her head.

"Can you bring me to Daki and Gyotarou please."

"I'm sorry but they are busy at the moment. It wouldn't be safe where they are."

"Douma?"

"Not here."

"Akaza?"

"No."

"Hantengu or Gyokko."

"Both are out, I'm afraid. Your father is here though."

You pouted ever since you've been back you haven't been able to leave without a trusted demon by your side. Muzan had you under lock and key but he also changed his additude a bit.

"Do you know when anyone will be back."

"No." this time she didn't wait for you to ask another question and with the strum of her biwa she sent you to Muzan's study.

You pushed the door open to see your father at his desk with his eyes glued to a book.

"Hello Y/n."

"Hi father, I made you a present."

"Oh and what would that be." He acted surprised as he looked up from his book. This was the change, he was nicer to you and actually acted like a dad for the first time in a long time.

"A flower crown. Koku brought me to a flower field."

He had a look of annoyance on his face but he tried not to show it. (he was definitely throwing it away once you were gone)

He bent down so you could place it on his head, which you did.

"Y/n did you like your time outside."

"Yes, very much."

"Good, I-"

"Can I go out more?" You asked using puppy dog eyes. (they never work)

"Absolutely not." He said sternly. "You take risks just but leaving the castle, If you try anything It'll be you that gets the punishment."

You looked at thr ground in throught.

'Did Akaza get punished because of me, is that why I haven't seen him since I've been back. I don't want people to get hurt cause of me.'

"Where's Akaza?"

"He's busy." He said going back to his book.

'he wouldn't notice if I went looking for Akaza would he?' You thought as you walked to the door of his office.

"Before you go I want you to know that I'll be checking on you every few hours, troublemaker. If you try anything I will know."

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@starl0versz - maybe like he's real daughter getting reincarnated and he somehow found her and tries to turn her to a demon or something.

@rudralovesbtsandanime - maybe about how Muzan feels when his real daughter leave him

@moonymoons-blog - And her getting what he wanted most: conquering the sun or the "blue spider lily", and him repenting and trying to win his daughter back, and the upper moons kind of strange since they liked the girl and didn't like the way he was with her it would be very interesting

@reijixia13

@n0tmentallystable

part 1

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It's been hundreds of years and you've been reincarnated so many times that you lost count but you remember everything.

You find yourself wondering around in Japan's Taisho Era.

You watched as the times became more modern. Everything changed but you.

You tried not to interact with people if you didn't have to but one day you saw a boy running, in your direction, down a mountain with a girl on his back, she was injured.

As the boy got closer to you there was a very distinct smell that filled your nostrils.

It was Muzan's scent.

The smell was still so familiar even after centuries.

You followed the scent, going in the opposite direction of the boy. It didn't take you long to find the source.

"Excuse me?" You whispered lower than you meant to but he still heard you.

Muzan whipped his head around.

"Y/n?" His voice had grown deeper and his eyes held a bit of emotion that you almost recognized as your dad.

"You know who I am?"

Muzan walked toward and when he was close enough he pulled you into a hug.

"Of course I do. How could I forget my own child?"

"You acted as if I was an afterthought while you pretended to be human with another family. Another Child."

"I missed you so much."

"Whatever"

You hugged him back.

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Muzan whipped his head around.

"Y/n, my sweet sweet little girl." He engulfed you in a hug, you tried to pull away but he was too strong. "I did everything I sought out to but it brought me no satisfaction, I realized you were the reason I wanted to do anything at all. I did everything for you but got lost along the way."

He held you as he poured his heart out but you weren't listening. You were still mad, the hundreds of years that have passed only made your anger fester.

"So what do you want me to do about it now. I felt abandoned, I tried to talk to you but you were always in a bad mood."

"I sor-"

"It's to late for that."

"Please let me be a father again."

By this point your eyes were watering but you wouldn't dare cry in front of him.

"How?"

"You could be a demon again, we can look for the blue spider lily together this time. I promise things will be different."

"No, never again." You then turn around and start to walk away he grabbed your hand but you yanked your hand out of his grasp.

"Goodbye, dad."

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Hii!! Since requests are open, may I request some dating Macaque or Sun Wukong headcanons?? Please and thank you!! :D

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Fluff

Gender not mentioned

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Macaque

Arguments like everyday (mostly playful)

A lot of play fighting

Not into PDA but cuddles alot behind doors (once MK caught the both of you, macaque was so red)

He was never the bad guy in your eyes

You always stood by him

Today was a good day. Macaque didn't have to go anywhere, you didnt have to go anywhere.

So the both of you decided to stay in a cuddle. He was spooning you as watched a movie playing on your phone from over your shoulder. It was peaceful until MK came barreling in.

"Macaque I need help with- Never mind I'll just see myself out." He was quick to turn around but not quick enough. Macaque him.

Macaque basically threw him out.

That's how you met MK.

Sun Wukong

Annoying puns daily

Supper into PDA

He would make out with you in front of anyone and everyone

MK is like your child

Your not a fighter but when LBD possessed him you did everything you could to stop him

"My love how are you doing on this fine day." Wukong said as he approached you with open arms, MK not far behind.

You accepted the hug as he pressed kisses all over your face. The cute guester slowly got my intimate as he moved to your lips.

"Hey umm can you not please." MK said covering his face to hide from the sickeningly sweet display.

You chuckled as the boy shuffled past the two of you muttering a 'hello'.

Poor MK

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I was finally able to finish what I think the suit would be like! ❤️

Sorry for the lighting, it’s pretty hard to take a good quality picture with my phone.

I decided that since Lucifer outfit is supposed to be a ringleaders of a circus that Azazel’s would probably be a magician ones. To show his love for magic and the fact that Lucifer probably showed off his magic skills to him in heaven.

The pink and white represent Lucifer, red and black represent Charlie and the Purple is to represent Lilith.

(Also an idea that I can up with is that his witch hat act like a hammer space storage like Marry Poppens bag.)

Hope you like it! I’ll try to do a drawing of him wearing the suit and hat and maybe go for what his heaven appearance was before his fall.

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I like this alot!!!!!!!

it makes him a luci kinda like twins (ring leaders if you will)

Hi I was wondering if you could do teen! Fem! Reader where she’s Charlie’s younger sister. And her relationship with Lucifer. Like is it as bad as Charlie’s? Also it’s up to you if reader lives in the hotel with Charlie or with Lucifer! Thanks!!

Hi (●’◡’●)ﾉ I decided to try something new.

Sorry for the wait

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I imagine the young reader lives with Lucifer

Since reader got to live with her dad she got used to the way he would try and avoid topics. She knows he wants the best for Charlie and so does she

Their relationship is great for the most part

both of them took Lilith leaving with Charlie very hard but for reader, she didn't understand most of it cause she was so young but she does remember her mom

reader opens the door to Lucifer's room to find him doing what he always does. Playing with ducks.

"Dad, Charlie invited us to the hotel... again."

He looked up at you with a saddened expression before he cleared his throat, "Umm well, what'd you tell her."

"A definite maybe."

"Good." He went back to what to he was doing.

"Really Dad? Well you don't have to go but I'm going" He didn't respond, "Well, see ya later."

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POV: It's girls night out but your girls are demon slayers so you have to wait for the fight to finish before you can hang out.

do you like lizards

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