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MITSURI HEADCANONS!! YES FINALLY THE LOVE HASHIRA! I'VE BEEN WANTING TO DO SOME KNY ONES SO ✨TADA✨ ALSO IM POSTING THIS NOW BECAUSE I JUST GOT LIKE 25K VIEWS ON MY TIKTOK EDIT. IM SO HAPPY AAAAAAAA

Animals are naturally drawn to Mitsuri. Birds will sit on her shoulder and stray cats will follow her around, sensing her gentle and loving aura.

Mitsuri loves giving handmade gifts to her friends and loved ones.

She daydreams about her future and writes little notes to herself about what she wants her love life to look like.

Mitsuri is a hugger 100%. Her hugs are warm, squishy, and full of love like being wrapped in a soft, happy cloud.

Mitsuri always has a stash of candies or pastries with her. She’ll share them with anyone who looks like they need a little pick me up.

When she’s really happy, Mitsuri does a little twirl or dance on the spot. She doesn’t even realize she’s doing it most of the time!

Mitsuri’s letters and journal entries are always written in pink ink and have little doodles on them.

Mitsuri can’t help but shower her partner with affection and compliments, constantly reminding them how amazing they are and how much she loves them.

She absolutely loves cuddling, and her favorite place is snuggled up in her partner’s arms, chatting about anything and everything.

Even though she’s open about her feelings Mitsuri still gets adorably flustered when her partner does something romantic, like holding her hand or kissing her forehead.

Mitsuri doesn’t realize her own strength and surprises people by casually carrying heavy things. She giggles and apologizes when she sees their shocked faces.

Despite her sweet nature Mitsuri will protect her loved ones.

She’s always eager to lend a hand whether it’s helping a fellow slayer train, baking for someone feeling down, or offering a shoulder to cry on.

Mitsuri loves saying people’s names and adding cute nicknames to make them smile. She believes names should feel special and warm when spoken.

When Mitsuri starts laughing, she can’t stop! Her giggles are so contagious that everyone around her ends up laughing too.

Mitsuri loves making flower crowns for herself and others, often wearing them proudly as if they’re the best accessory ever.

Mitsuri sometimes feels isolated because of her immense physical strength. She worries that people see her as different rather than as someone to connect with.

Mitsuri has moments where she questions her worth, wondering if she’s truly loved for who she is or just for what she can do as a Hashira.

Her kind nature often means she absorbs others’ pain without showing her own. She hides her sadness to avoid worrying those around her.

Mitsuri still carries the scars from being rejected in the past for being too much.

After being criticized for her appetite as a child Mitsuri sometimes hesitates to eat freely around others despite her deep love for food. She fears being judged again.

Mitsuri secretly wishes she could have lived a simple life with a loving partner and a family. She aches for that future knowing it’s unlikely as a Demon Slayer.

Mitsuri is deeply afraid of losing the people she loves. Every battle she enters fills her with dread that someone might not come back.

Mitsuri carries the weight of the comrades she’s lost in battle. She smiles to hide the pain but she privately mourns them, lighting incense and whispering prayers for their peace.

Mitsuri sometimes doubts if she’ll ever find someone who truly loves her for who she is. She hides her heartbreak behind her sunny demeanor.

Mitsuri smiles during battle to reassure her comrades but inside she’s terrified. She's not terrified of the demons she's terrified she won’t be strong enough to protect the innocent people.

Mitsuri pushes her body to the limit often ignoring injuries to keep fighting. After battles she collapses alone hiding her pain to avoid worrying others.

Mitsuri is willing to lay down her life for her friends and humanity.

Mitsuri often cries in solitude letting out the emotions she keeps bottled up. She feels she can only be vulnerable when no one else is around.

Mitsuri sometimes feels guilty for surviving battles when others didn’t. She wonders why she was spared and if she could’ve done more to save them.

After every battle Mitsuri questions if she’s done enough if her strength was enough and if she’ll ever live up to the expectations placed on her.

Mitsuri writes letters to the people she’s lost pouring her heart out about how much she misses them and what she wishes she could’ve said. She keeps these letters hidden away.

Mitsuri sometimes dreams about her childhood the simpler days before her strength and unique nature became sources of pain. Waking up from those dreams leaves her feeling hollow.

Mitsuri whispers soft goodbyes to her fallen comrades before battles, promising to fight harder so their sacrifices weren’t in vain.

•No es una buena persona, pero eso seguro ya lo sabes.

•¿Por qué insistes en quedarte?

•Es egoísta y no piensa en ti. Eres la única interesada en la relación, si es que así se le puede llamar a lo que tienen.

•Te considera una molestia, pero se ofenderá si te alejas de él.

•Tendrá grandes expectativas sobre ti, eres su "pareja" y tienes que estar a su altura.

•No esperes muestras de afecto, él no puede ofrecerte algo que nunca recibió.

•No te atrevas a cuestionarlo, sus palabras y opiniones son ley.

•Relación tóxica en su máxima expresión.

•Honestamente, ¿Por qué te gusta? ¿Por qué él?

• Light Yagami, Muzan Kibutsuji, Zeke Jaeger, William Afton...

The next Valentine’s Day story will come out tmr, I’m tired as balls and have schoolwork to catch up on sisjsksj Sowwy :((

2024 Christmas Event

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Day 20: Decorations, Obanai Iguro and Kanroji Mitsuri

Warnings: Poly relationship.

(_____) laughed along with Mitsuri as they continued to bring in boxes upon boxes of decorations. “Oh I can’t wait till Iguro gets back! It’s going to be so much fun decorating together!” Mitsuri says happy as she spins around out of happiness. But as she was spinning she tripped and started to fall over. (_____) quickly reacted and caught her. “Careful Mitsuri, we wouldn’t want you to get hurt before the fun even starts.” She blushed and fangirled over them.

”I’m back.” Iguro said as he took off his shoes at the door. “IGURO!!!!!” Mitsuri yelled as she hugged him tightly. (_____) right behind her and hugging him as well. “Welcome home love.” They tell him as they kiss the top of his head. Iguro blushes as he thanks the two and lets them bring him to the Christmas tree.

The boxes were opened one after another as decorations upon decorations were pulled out and used. Currently (_____) had Mitsuri on their shoulders as Iguro handed her different ornaments to hang. “Kya~! It’s so pretty!” Mitsuri said as she got down from (_____)’s shoulders. “I’ll be back with some cookies for us!” She said as she ran to go get them, leaving (_____) and Iguro alone. Said man hugged (_____), resting his head against their chest. “Someone sure missed me huh?” They asked as they tilted his head up to look them in the eye. They leaned down and captured Iguro’s lips in a sweet kiss. The two stood there until they could hear Mitsuri’s footsteps.

”I have so many different flavors I hope you two like them!” She said as they sat down on the couch. (_____) sat in the middle with the other two leaning against them. They chatted and ate the cookies well into the night. A small yet happy smile never once left (_____)’s lips. They enjoyed seeing all of the decorations around their house. It was as if a visual representation of all of the memories they had with their lovers.

2024 Christmas Event

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Day 19: Angry Santa, Sanemi Shinazugawa

Warnings: Sanemi get’s angry

(_____) giggled quietly as they carefully walked through the halls of their and Sanemi’s shared home. They made it into the living room and sat in their favorite spot. A smirk appeared on their lips as they waited for the fun to start.

Sanemi woke up feeling colder than usual. He reached over for his lover to pull them close once more. But was met with emptiness. Opening his eyes he saw that his lover was nowhere to be seen. He groaned and sluggishly got up, wandering to the door of their bedroom. Once the door opened a wave of ice cold water washed over him. A bucket of it had been poured on him. He yelled in surprise and shivered. “DAMNIT (_____)!!!”

Sanemi walked with the occasional shiver as he walked into the study. As soon as he stepped into the room the door closed and locked behind him. He tried to open it but it wouldn’t budge. He looked around the room and found a present with a note on it. Sanemi walked over and read the note. Open me~! :) it read. He rolled his eyes and followed the instructions. Inside of the present was a towel and a change of clothes. He dried off and changed into the outfit without thinking much of it.

Once he was dressed the door opened again and he went back into the hall. There on the ground was a map of the house. Sanemi rolled his eyes and followed the map. It led him to the bath, where he got paper snow dumped on him, the kitchen, where he got blasted with towels, the laundry room, where he was trapped in a swarm of clothes and towels, and he was led to many other rooms throughout the house.

After what felt like an eternity he finally made it to the living room. There sat (_____) with a coy smile on their lips. Sanemi on the other hand looked pissed beyond belief. He marched up to them angrily and glared at them. But (_____) just kept smiling. In fact, they stood up and pushed Sanemi into their seat before sitting on his lap. Sanemi blushed and grumbled before hugging them close to him. (_____) giggled as they kissed his cheek. “My angry Santa.”

2024 Christmas Event

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Day 18: Ice Skating, Giyu Tomioka

Warnings: Very short

The freezing air made Giyu shiver as he was led by his lover (_____). “Come on, come on, come on, come on!” They said as they continued to drag him through the winter forest. They brought him to a frozen over lake and dropped their bag onto the ground. (_____) pulled out two pairs of ice skates smiling at a nervous looking Giyu.

”Come on Giyu! It’s fun!” (_____) called out to him as they stood on the ice, holding their arms out towards him. Nervously Giyu nodded and grabbed their hands. (_____) laughed and pulled him onto the ice. “Just follow my lead.” Giyu nodded and tried his hardest to do what they instructed.

After a while Giyu started to get some confidence and started to skate on his own. “There you go!” (_____) said as they clapped. Watching as Giyu started to skate on his own. And only a couple seconds later he slipped and fell flat on his back. (_____) rushed over to him and checked to see if he was hurt. Thankfully not.

Giyu was embarrassed that he fell but still wanted to keep skating. So shyly he skated with (_____), holding hands. And even when they got tired and decided to go home, Giyu still held their hand. He knew that if the other Hashira saw, the both of them would be endlessly teased.

2024 Christmas Event

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Day 16: Christmas Scarf, Hashibira Inosuke

Warnings: Fluff

Japan had been snowing for weeks on end now and (_____) was enjoying every moment of it. Especially the moments where they were with Inosuke. Currently the two were at the Butterfly Estate, (_____) sitting on the edge of the deck while they watched Inosuke play in the snow. He was huffing and puffing, jumping in and out of the snow. It was an adorable sight, like seeing a puppy see and play in the snow for the first time. Except Inosuke had seen snow many times before.

Inosuke jumped and landed making (_____)’s chuckle turn into a full blown laugh. “Are you having fun Inosuke?” They asked, he nodded aggressively in response. He went back to playing in the snow as (_____) continued to watch him. A little while later (_____) started to feel the effect of the cold weather. They shivered as they called Inosuke “Inosuke! Let’s go inside, it's starting to get really cold.” They got up as Inosuke ran over and jumped onto the deck. He ran inside while (_____) followed behind him at a walking pace.

The two sat together in front of the fireplace. Inosuke had to hang his boar head and change due to them becoming wet. He snacked away, not paying attention to what (_____) was doing. He didn’t pay attention to them until he felt something soft touch his skin. “Huh?” He said as he looked to see what the soft thing was. “What is this, soft worm?” (_____) chuckled and shook their head. “No, no, this is a scarf. It will keep you warm.” They wrapped the scarf around his neck loosely. It was so long that it started to wrap around his shoulders.

He smelled it and bit it before spitting it out. “Definitely not worm.” (_____) laughed and combed their fingers through his hair. “I made it myself. You can wear it whenever you're cold.” Inosuke nodded and buried his face into the scarf. He was happy he had (_____) in his life.

Guess who spent three hours on a lesbian, black girl, demon slayer oc. Might make a fanfic on her soon.

"Babe"

"Yeah?"

"So hypothetically....".

"Don't start."

"If it were bring your girlfriend to work day..."

"You're not working with me. Ever."

MILES 42, Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, SATORU GOJO, NANAMI KENTO, TOJI FUSHIGURO, CHOSO KAMO, Izuku Midoriya, KATSUKI BAKUGO, Shoto Todoroki, TOMURA SHIGARAKI, DABI, Mr. Compress, TANJIRO KAMADO, GENYA SHINAZUGAWA, SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA, GIYUU TOMIOKA, KILLUA ZOLDYCK plus your favorites.

Rainy Day

As the rain dropped from the sky in the quiet neighborhood, someone was not so quietly cursing themselves out. “Shit! I’m going to be late. My mom’s gonna kill me!” Running like a mad man down the street to her bus stop, cause only idiots run in the rain. To spare herself of the incoming incident she could have just walked. Or I dare say, get in trouble and have her phone taken away for the night. But no, she decided to test fate, as always, and risk running in the rain.

She would regret this decision

“Shouldn’t have stayed up all night watching YouTube. Just because there is like 10 MHA abridged’s, doesn’t mean you have to watch all 10 of them plus movies… I really don’t want my phone taken away.”

It was as if god(s), if any, heard her unserious plea. Because gosh be darned, she done this stick for 3 years now.

HOW THE FUCK WAS THIS THE FIRST TIME SHE TRIPPED!!! LIKE WAS THIS DIVINE LUCK OR WAS THE WORLD FUCKING WITH HER!!

Sticking the landing straight one her ass, letting her clothes get soaked to death, she sat there, stunned. As she was reeling from what one could call divine fuckery or karma, her day was about to get a whole lot worse.

Headlights dawned on her figure as she turned around. She couldn’t move, she was going to get hit. The bus couldn’t see her through the heavy rain and neither could her bus mates waiting not even a few steps away. She couldn’t move. She should be moving, she ain’t no horror movie cliche, she should be able to move. But it’s as if her whole body just gave in, like she wanted this. All she could think was of the end. That she would die to a school bus.

‘This is it. This is what kills me. Fucking school. I at least thought it was going to be me, or my mom, or hell, even a fiery blaze. Not a fucking school bus. I’m going to die. I never got to go to a convention by myself. I’ll never finish those fics I wanted to. I’ll never have a graduation or become 18 or vote or lose my virginity. Actually I can live without that last one. Oh my god, I never got to see my old friends, or finish SAO abridged… yeah the first one seemed more important. But what about my parents, my sister, my best friend? I just started caring about my life, I was going to live all my cliche high school dreams. I JUST turned 17, and that birthday sucked! What kinda bullshit is this! I don’t want this! I hate this! I was going to do so much! And now I can’t. I love my family, I love my friends, I love my life! If I’m gonna die I don’t want it to be to a school bus. It’s going to hurt like hell. And no one is gonna to benefit from it! THEY CANT EVEN SEE ME! What a waste! At least let me end it myself. I’m never going to see those around me grow up, I am never going to grow up. And screw heaven, I’m not even guaranteed that fake luxury. I’m never going to finish my favorite mangas. Or games. Or animes. Or anything.’

As the pain of getting hit by a 1,000 pound bus did, in fact, hurt like hell.

Crawling with her last ounce of strength reaching for the broken phone, she typed or tried to type her last words.

‘God, Buddha, Zeus, Cthulhu, Mother Nature, or who ever the hell is upstairs, if any, please at least let thi s se nd. A nd h o w d o e s B l ue L o c k

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Starting system…

Finding host..

System host found.

Welcome Host!

To the Female Lead System!

Do you want to join?

Yes No

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Choosing for Host…

Yes

Heavily inspired by: Cheating Men Must Die

Dealing With A Marechi S/O On Her Period.

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Muzan Kibutsuji, Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza x Fem! Reader.

Warnings: Blood, smut, sexual themes, oral sex; female receiving, oral sex during period, face sitting, mentions about fingering, drinking blood, eating human flesh.

Summary: Headcanons on the upper three and Muzan helping a marechi s/o through her period while keeping their stomachs full.

W/C: 2.5k+

In the time you’d been together, he had yet to smell your blood, it was hard enough to be placed in the situation when he always made sure you weren’t injured whenever he was around, and as such a high-ranking demon, he lacked the privilege to spend as much time with you as wanted, so the timings hadn’t lined properly for him to be present during your period either, but when they finally did without you being aware of your unique type of blood, to say the least, neither of you were ready.

Muzan Kibutsuji

Takes full advantage of the situation.

Has to take a step back to steady himself the first time he smells you.

Is initially worried you’re injured at first.

Plays his cards right and shows initial concern despite your body doing a normal biological function.

Is more physically affectionate to get you to lower your guard even more.

Gets you to admit out loud that you’re in physical pain.

Suggests helping you ease the pain.

Had never buried his face between your legs before.

Was actually kind of sexist about it and would’ve felt inferior if he placed your legs on either side of his head, because why would the demon king do that?

Still tried to refuse but smelling your marechi blood didn’t help.

Having a monthly supply of marechi blood sounded tempting enough.

So he suggests easing your pain.

Surprises you by finally spreading your legs after laying between them.

Keeps you around him for the entirety of the week.

Takes you wherever he needs to go to keep you close.

But never near any demons.

If necessary, he has Kokushibo watch over you.

Doesn’t necessarily refuse to not have you in his presence.

But refuses to leave you alone and unguarded for other demons to try and eat you.

Knows that Kokushibo won’t even consider so much as laying a finger at you.

Still refuses to get on his knees for you.

You always have to lay down for him.

Forbids you from wearing anything under your kimono to have easier access.

Instantly smells whenever your blood’s about to stain the expensive fabric of your kimono.

Licks you clean every time he smells you starting to bleed.

Which is multiple times throughout the day.

As soon as you express being relieved from the pain, he uses it as an excuse.

Prefers you thinking he genuinely and solely wants to care for his favorite human rather than admitting that he needs to feed like any living creature.

Because he refuses to so much as get on his knees for you, he obviously even more so refuses to have you sit on his face.

Not even hover.

If you ever suggest it, he’ll give you the meanest side eye and refuse to speak to you for days.

Still will not eat you out outside of your period.

The moans entering Muzan’s ears easily sounded different than usual, similar to the first time he had you take his heavy cock in your lower area, where he was currently lapping at you for the first time with half lidded eyes in a relaxed expression while laying on his stomach for you, hands on either of your thighs which obediently remained spread open for him with ease due to how the rest of your body had fallen limp upon the first lick.

He had his doubts at first, but he had to admit, it’s awfully convenient to have a marechi lover who was so willing to hike up the expensive kimono and spread open the legs beneath it to allow him to feed rather than having to go through the trouble of going out of his way for people to eat. A louder moan fills the room as he dips his tongue inside your sensitive opening after having licked clean your labia.

A shaky hand reaches for his hair in attempt to pull him closer only to be pushed away rather gently by the man at your thighs. Normally, he would’ve slapped away the hand because despite actually bearing affection for you, how dare you try to command him in any way, however, he supposes the meal you’re offering him is enough for him to turn a blind eye to your insolence… once.

Kokushibo

Very concerned for your health when he finds out.

Initially thinks you’re injured upon smelling your blood for the first time.

Takes a second (one too long in his opinion) to regain his composure after the scent of your blood makes him feel dizzy.

The opposite of Muzan.

Has eaten you out before.

And doesn’t mind doing it.

Genuinely suggests relieving your pain for your benefit.

Takes great pride in taking care of you.

Hardly even thinks of you as a source of food with how much he prioritizes easing your pain.

But does acknowledge that you’re keeping him well fed.

Another one that keeps you with him every time you’re on your period (they all do).

Doesn’t think much about if he likes or not getting on his knees for you.

But knows your height differences would make it a bit uncomfortable.

And prefers you lay down for your own comfort.

Will also eat you out whenever he smells blood on the way.

Enjoys doing so but does it mainly for your safety as to not attract any demons.

Doesn’t just drink your blood but also plays with your clit to actively give you orgasms to counter your cramps.

Gently rubs your lower stomach to further help with your cramps.

Or grazes it very lightly with his fingertips to give you goosebumps if he’s in a teasing mood.

Slows the pace after each orgasm as to not overstimulate you before picking it up again.

Overall treats you like a porcelain doll.

Would give you a break if you asked.

Even if you’re still bleeding

So long as you’re always close to him so he can keep you safe.

Soft gentle tugs to your clit force heavy breaths out through your nose, the occasional pinch making you clench around the soft pink tongue moving along your insides with your back tensing and arching off the futon briefly before a hand gently pushes down your stomach to press you back against the fabric beneath you in attempt to get you to relax, the tongue carefully moving back and forth as to not overwhelm your sensitive insides.

His eyes peek open when he feels your legs starting to tremble on either side of his face, the hand over your lower stomach carefully rubbing over the skin doing little to soothe you, his first pair of eyes looking at you due to your different than usual movements, unable to read any expression from your head being thrown back. “Are you alri-” He’s interrupted by your body falling limp against him and the unmistakable noise of you hitting your orgasm.

He’s quick to react and have his fingers gently rub at your clit, slowly licking over your leaking opening, his reasoning settling on your different reactions being from your current sensitive state. His eyes fall back shut again without his own hands failing to continue their ministrations, set on taking care of you and making sure you’re carefully brought back down from your own high as to not overstimulate you while you let him eat his fill.

Douma

Doesn’t even occur to him that you might be injured.

Knows that he would’ve been notified if you’d been injured.

Also takes full advantage of the situation.

Absolutely delighted to find out you’re a marechi.

He’s been surrounded by plenty women before and has eaten enough to know what a period is obviously.

As well as eaten marechi women before.

But has never stumbled upon a marechi woman on her period.

Is baffled that it never occurred to him to keep a marechi woman by his side for a monthly supply.

Immediately asks to feed off of you rather than asking to help with your cramps.

Used to have you on him 97% of times, now it’s 100%.

Eats you out wherever, whenever and however.

Very vocal about it.

Constant praises on your taste.

Gets actually hungry while tasting you.

But remembers that you’re a fragile human who he genuinely enjoys having around and therefore would rather not hurt you.

So he treats you as an appetizer instead.

And proceeds to eat one of the other women around after you’ve stopped bleeding.

Keeps you on him under every circumstance.

Even if Muzan calls him over.

Promises to do as Muzan says and be on his best behavior which he actually fulfills much to Muzan’s surprise.

If you were to actually be apart from him, he would ask in all seriousness for you to save your blood for him for later in a jar.

Another one who would forbid you from wearing anything under your kimono.

Probably forbids you from doing so even when you aren’t on your period.

Doesn’t even warn you when he smells you starting to bleed and immediately goes under your kimono.

If there’s anyone nearby when you start bleeding, immediately orders them to leave.

For your sake.

If it were up to him, he’d bury his face between your legs right then and there.

Messy eater.

Will definitely take you on his beanbag.

Will treat your period (as well as your fucking sessions) like some type of bingo or a list that needs to have locations where he’s taken you crossed off.

You feel yourself sink further into the large pillow beneath you with your legs kept hiked to your chest, loud continuous moans coming from the blonde between said legs, the incessant noises coming from him having won long ago against your own. A slight shift of your body moves your untied kimono further open with it finally slipping off your breasts and exposing your nipples to the cold air, the elegant fabric bunching around your torso between the folds of the pillow.

“Ohh, you taste just heavenly my darling.” Douma smiles after lifting his head from your bloodied messy folds, letting you take in the sight of his chin drenched in your blood, fluids starting to trickle down to his neck followed by his tongue swiping across it. “Now sit pretty for me and let me eat…” He coaxes in a low tone while slowly lowering himself, continuing to delve his tongue into your opening.

While a knot started to form in the pit of your stomach, the hollow filling in the pit of Douma’s own stomach started to grow, tempting him with having more than just a taste of your blood, but he couldn’t, he’d never forgive himself. He shuts down his thoughts and instead licks you with more vigor, his mind wandering to other women who he’d much rather eat before you, maybe the one who’d been just slightly less polite than usual when attending you, maybe she’d be able to satiate his hunger for a while.

Akaza

Is terrified when he smells your blood for the first time.

Especially when he notices what type of blood it is.

Immediately assumes the worst.

Thanks whatever higher power there is when he sees you’re fine.

Gets headaches from trying to keep himself in control.

And still refuses to leave you alone.

Absolutely would never under any circumstances let Douma get remotely near you regardless of whatever situation you’re in.

Would never suggest eating you out to relieve the pain because he doesn’t want you to think he’s using you for food

But wouldn’t blatantly tell you no if you asked.

Would need a lot of convincing to say yes.

Would be really worried because what if he accidentally hurts you.

Is also worried that what if he genuinely gets hungry while trying to make you feel better.

Would be very hesitant due to his rule against eating women.

But tries to convince himself it’s alright because he’s not actually eating you.

Because he secretly is very curious and tempted to try it out.

Finally says yes when your cramps get unbearable.

Absolutely loses it upon his first taste.

Would already eat you out regularly for his own pleasure.

But would do it with dignity composure.

Now gets overly pussy drunk.

Doesn’t stop even after you’re clean.

Just continues while waiting for the next wave of blood.

Eats you out like a starved animal when you’re on your period.

Another messy eater.

Doesn’t leave your side for your safety.

And your mutual pleasure.

Would enjoy you sitting on his face.

But fails to notice how he refuses to let you leave your seat once you’ve sat.

Despite eating you out mostly for his own pleasure, doesn’t forget yours and uses his fingers to give you as many orgasms as he can as a thanks for keeping him fed.

Has no shame in licking his fingers clean in front of you.

Makes sure to still give you plenty of head regularly after your period so you don’t feel like he just sees you as food.

Would wonder in the back of his head if your blood alone can make him strong enough to surpass the other upper ranks.

Would be damned if Douma found out what he’s doing.

“Are you su-” “Yes.” Akaza’s quick to respond, trying to hold himself back from yanking you down, instead, gently guiding you lower to take a seat on his face. It’d been a few cycles since he finally started eating you out during your period and in that time, he’d grown addicted, though that would be an understatement. And though he still much enjoyed spending his days face buried between your legs even outside your cycle, during was something far preferable.

In the last few times he’d helped you through your difficult time of the month, he started feeling as though it wasn’t enough, no, rather he wanted more, and so he suggested something new, something you’d never know if he’d thought about himself, seen somewhere or heard of. Once you feel your lower area come into contact with him a sigh escapes you with his tongue starting to move along you, pressing over your clit, licking between your folds, circling your opening and licking clean every crevice.

He continues to suffocate himself in the intoxicating smell of your blood and decides it still isn’t enough, not with you hovering. A yelp leaves your mouth at the sudden yank of your legs being pulled upward folded against each other by a pair of strong hands with you falling completely sat on Akaza’s face, a muffled moan heard from under you pulling your gaze toward him, taking in the expression of his eyes rolled to the back of his head while his tongue invaded your insides, refusing to stop tasting you.

A radiating sun within the Cosmos.

pt2 of a shooting star

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Okay... it's been pretty rough... I tore my ACL so I won't be able to play my senior year... It sucks, a lot, especially when I've played this sport for nearly 14 years of my life and the final year I can play without a care for scholarships or anything is gone. The reality that I could have very much kissed my sport goodbye is still settling in, BUT! I will be back to normal... hopefully within 7 months so yeah, but! Anyways getting off track, Okay, so this was a request and I'm sorry it's not exactly as requested. Some fluff seemed like it was in order! SO ENJOY THIS PART 2 OF SHOOTING STAR! Tanjiro X Inosuke younger twin sister (Blood, cursing, killing demons, mention of sex, and abandonment issues)\ haley chambers thank you for the request!

Within the rooms of the Butterfly estate, Y/n was sitting, her deer head resting in front of her. She was humming a soft tune to herself, brushing out her hair and smoothing out her skirt, ensuring no wrinkles. She was getting ready for her first official date with Tanjiro. Having been traveling rather constantly for a near year, Tanjiro promised her that their official first date would be extravagant. They had shared kisses late at night, cuddled close to one another as the storms passed, and he's even had his ass saved by her more times than he can count. "Okay... Okay... First date... ever," She was a blushy, giddy mess. Sure she'd traveled through the village from village, men fancying her, trying to court her, or just fuck her. But Tanjiro was different... His aura was so pure, no ill intention shone behind his smile, not sex-driven, greedy... he looked at her. Not her body, her face, her high rank... no he was loving her soul.

"He's the one" she whispered, gently petting the decapitated head. Shinobu couldn't help but chuckle, smiling from the doorway. She was expecting to have slightly startled Y/n but alas she was always on guard and could sense her approaching from a mile away. 'Poor girl' she couldn't help the small pitty that developed for the undercover Hashira, knowing of the heartache she's accounts but never getting the fame the others possess. This was her first date...

"He sees me! not anything but me!" She rose to her feet quickly, running to meet Shinobu at the door, "I'm not a Warrior or a Slayer!" She giggled, "To Him, I'm a Lover!"

"He is a good pick," She nodded in agreement with the girl. She had never seen her act like this before... The typically calm and collective girl was so flustered... acting like a teen. It was refreshing, to see her interacting with other teens and even pursuing a relationship. 'Just gotta keep her occupied for a few more minutes' she hummed, trying to fulfill her promise to her older brute of a brother who was currently interrogating the 'perfect' boy. (With Tanjiro)

"KAMABUCHO!" Tanjiro swallowed tightly at the serious tone of the Boar masked man. He could smell the aggressive radiating off the boy... "Why her?" low and deep, growling and rolling the R. His face was hidden but his snarl was evident.

Tanjiro took a deep breath... unsure how to word his sentience to avoid outrage. He clenched the side of his slacks once smooth to the touch now wrinkled. His collared shirt felt as if a boa construct was wrapped around his neck. And his sword, which was securely strapped to his hip was quite tempting to draw as an extended means of protection from the boar boy. "W-well I,"

"WHY DID YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH HER?!" Inosuke said, not even allowing the redhead to defend himself... "SEX?" He was now crawling across the table that separated the two, reaching his hand to grab Tanjiros collar tightly, wrinkling that now as well. Holding it so tight his knuckles had turned white... "Gonna fuck? HUH?? USE HER AND LEAVE!?" His breath was heavy, puffs coming out the nose of the mask making him all the more intimidating. However... he wasn't quite sure where this sudden hatred for his best friend had come from... Tanjiro was the man he trusted most... and to have him marry the woman he trusted most made sense but... the idea of him taking her away. He had done everything with his sister... been through hell and back with her... he was scared, "Gonna take her away?? Leave me behind!? HUH!?"

As his words spewed... Tanjiro's eyes widened in realization... Inosuku wasn't mad at him... he didn't hate him... he was scared... scared that Tanjiro would take his away from him, destroying their found family. "Inozuke..." His voice was soft, talking as if the boar-masked man was a wild animal, hurt and scared of the storm.

"G-gonna leave us... take her away from me," The gasp that left him was so soft, feeling Tanjiro's hands covered his... his grip instantly loosening as he stared at Tanjiros soft smile and kind eyes.

"We... are not going anywhere," He refused to tear his stare from the dead eyes of the boar, "We are staying right here... with our family," with a gentle tug, Inosuke released his collar, and allowed Tanjiro to reach and remove his mask. Faced to face with the beautiful man, his eyes watery and his breath rather ragged. Since meeting them... he had always considered him a brother, loved him like one, needed him like one. Even before he had fallen in love with Y/n. "You are my brother... and... If I'm with Y/n... I can just officially call you that," His smile was bright, shining in the dim room of the butterfly estate.

"Like... the damn sun," Inoske always compared his sister to the cosmos, colorful, powerful, elegant... at least that's how she would describe them, so with his own recognition of that, he had demanded her to give him a role in her cosmos. Remembering her soft giggle as she thought hard about his role, He was more than elided to be called the comet. Raging without fear and abiding by no rules, taking on anything that dared to cross its path. 'If he becomes the sun..." He placed each person in a place... Nezuko as the Moon, opposite of her brother, and Zenitsue as the stars... that left the sun... 'He... completes our universe' the thought caused a smile to spread across his face. All the pieces were set in place... their roles perfectly matched to them, a brilliant revelation. Now, he was never considered the sharpest tool in the shed but he understood his sister better than anything, how she'd think, act, but he never completely got the comparison, she had even compared their mother to the Big Bang that supposedly created the world like how she created them he never understood... but here... in this moment... it all fell into place.

"I love her... and I can't wait any longer," Tanjiro confessed, his words, the way he phrased them caught the beautiful man's attention. "I want to be her sun! as you call me," he muttered, fidgeting with the delicate object resting in his pocket, "I want.. no NEED to be in her galaxy!" he held no shame, no hesitation... no fear... "I'm going to ask her to marry me!" He stared into Inosukes green eyes, "I need her to be mine forever!" He knew what was approaching, the battle that could very much well cut their time short, life was too delicate right now, and he could never forgive himself if he didn't capitalize on this chance.

He internally panicked as Inosuke went still, his scent changing drastically, from calm to pure excitement. He chuckled at the loud laugh and cheers that came from his friend, "HAHA KAMABUCHO I LIKE HOW YOU THINK!" He grabbed Tanjiro's shoulders tightly shaking him violently, back and forth several times before hugging him, "BROTHER!"

"Brother..."

(TIME SKIPPP) Y/n held Tanjiros hand tightly, blood coursing through her veins as small splatters of blood coated her form. Her skirt was ruined, ripped, and stained, and her hair was no longer pretty. Instead fuzzed and crazy, hair tie broken and knotted with clumps of blood and dirt. She glanced over at Tanjiros form, whose eyes were closed and his head tilted toward her. His shirt was singed and ripped, his pants no longer pressed sleek, and his chest rose and fell with struggle and a soft wheeze. "Y-y/n?" He groaned, moving to sit up off the forest floor, shivering at the blood that soiled the land in front of him. A little price to pay to rid the village of its demons.

"Yes?" She chuckled, sitting up as well... having joined the exhausted Tanjiro on the ground after he had collapsed. She, however, was still fully energized, adrenaline pumping. "Wasn't that fun? We killed bad demons and saved the village! What a date!" She giggled, looking over to him. 15... she had slayed 15 demons in 10 minutes... to protect the villagers and her boyfriend. Hell, she even killed the 2 he was struggling to deal with so chalk it up to 17. "Tanjiro?" She gently lifted her hand brushing his hair away from his eyes, smiling as he opened them cooing at the beauty of them.  Before she used her thumb to rub away some of the grim that had coated his face.

"My girlfriends... a god," he muttered eyes staring at her... the moonlight catching her perfectly, her eyes shining with the remnants of her breathing style... her y/c/e had such a shine to them like a galaxy was shrunk and gifted to her, her eyes... he found... was the place he'd like to go when he dies. Calm, beautiful... and still with her.

Y/n tilted her head softly in confusion, "God?" She only tensed slightly when his hand reached and took hold of her face... her only response was to lean into it... He simply just admired her. Whenever they would fight together she'd always have that Deer Skull cladding her face, never had he been able to gaze upon her beauty whilst in battle. Countless times while clashing with the demons, he found himself watching her... watching as she'd slice the head of one, then taking a moment to say a prayer and write a simple symbol where the demon's body fell. He was so lost in her that he hadn't even realized his hand was moving to cradle the back of her neck, "Tanjiro?"

"My...god...beautiful...perfect," He didn't know why god was the word to describe her but she was... she was elegant, powerful, beautiful... and dangerous just like one. How strange... He always used to describe Inosuke as a monster... aggressive, angry... powerful... but could gods and monsters be related? Could such a revenge beast share blood with one so elegant? "My God," he whispered before pulling her in and connecting their lips. He felt her tense slightly before slowly melting into his lips... He pulled her deeper, with his other hand remaining on her cheek. She also felt as he melted into her, the feeling of her strong arms wrapping around his neck. Warming his soul and heating up his entire body... their movements were slow and passionate... neither wanting to break away from the other's love. Bodys held so close they were practically one, holding each so tightly, as if the lettering go would kill them on the spot.

With much resilience, Tanjiro only pulled away when he felt himself become light-headed from the lack of oxygen but even as he pulled away he didn't move far. Resting his forehead against hers, lips only centimeters apart breathes molding with each pant of air from their lungs... "Ah... Hi," His eyes were dazed and airy, refusing to leave hers, cheeks a ruby red with heat to them.

Y/n couldn't help the giggle that left her throat, a soft "hello," following suit. She could still feel the tight grip his hand held on the back of her neck, squeezing softly every now and then as if reminding himself that she was real... that she was his. "Tanjiro?"

"Marry me," He whispered, but in the silence of the forest, it was loud and blaring.

"W-what?"

"P-please?" he hesitated, "I already asked Inosuke," It was a small detail, one most would overlook, but he knew it was important to her. She couldn't help her breath hitching, realizing he had remembered such a meaningless conversation. They were sitting at that inn, the night late, and everyone sleeping soundly... except for her. She remembered how she couldn't sleep, no not after encountering the demon with the rainbow eyes. One she had been running from... his face, his voice, the memories that seemed to follow.

"You remember that stupid conversation?" Y/n remembered how concerned he was, how he asked why she was awake so late into the night... and before she could even stop herself she shared such a meaningless fact about herself, 'Tanjiro... when I get married, make sure he asks Inosuke for my hand... Since I have no farther,' never was she expecting the boy to take those words to heart... but here he was, informing her that he had followed through with her request.

"Face Inosuke to get the girl," He smiled softly at her, eyes still staring into hers, "Worth it all," He sighed,

"You... I can't believe you.."

"Of course I remembered, It was important to you... and the gateway to your hand," He moved, his body now less sore and adrenaline pumping again, but for a much different reason. With ease he lifted her off him, helping her stand before following suit. "Okay... let me do this properly," He muttered, smoothing out his dress shirt as best as possible before dropping to one knee.

With a deep breath, he took her hand and began, "Y/n... the life we live is not a safe one... nor a happy one," stopping for a moment, he reached his free hand into his pocket... carefully pulling out a ring that could only be described as... perfect. For her at least, unique just the way he knew her to be. It was beautiful, 2 beautiful ruby gems sat with the sockets of what was once a delicate bird, stripped of skin and feathers... only a skull remaining. Y/n gasped, it was quite obvious it was custom... the cost to find a bird that small and the gems... not to mention the delicate hands needed to handle such a small thing. "But with you, it is... to wake up knowing... that you'll be there..." He hesitated for a moment,  "I know... we're young but I need to know that no matter what... I am yours... and You are mine," Looking up at her, her eyes were glossed but shining, and his lips wavered at her lack of response... "Will you marry me?"

Y/n could only stare, still processing all the care he had put into this gesture. One she had dreamed of her whole life, but never truly expected it to happen. The skill would sit so perfectly on her delicate finger.... but her silence was slowly breaking the boy's heart... Was it so to say no? Was it too soon? Did she not want to be tied down? All these questions began rumbling in his head... about ready to erupt... until her soft voice broke through "T-Tanjiro..." He stared at her intently... awaiting... "Yes..."

"HAHA!" Before she could even finish, he was sweeping her off her feet, spinning her around, the moon bearing witness to it all. "REALLY? LIKE REALLY?"

"YES!! YES!!" She giggled as he buried his head into her neck, breathing in her euphoric scent... wanting her to always smell this way... Setting her down softly... just basking in the moment... the wonder and beautiful moment... "Y/n Kamado... I like it,"  She smiled, gently running a hand through his hair.

"Yeah... I love it," He muttered, holding her closer if possible, before pulling her into another passionate kiss, slipping the ring on her finger while doing so, officially securing the title of Fiancee... soon to be husband.

(OKAy ITS DOONE!!! UGH I Loved writing this soo much and I'm sorry that it took s long to finish this! I love yo all and am so thankful for you all supporting and liking!! till next time! HAVE A GREAT DAY AND REMEMBER TO EAT, DRINK, AND LOVE YOURSELF BYEEEEEE LOVE YOU ALL)

Pairing: Muzan x f!reader.

Content: Part 2of 2. Approx 15.5k words. NSFW. Oral sex (reader receiving), vaginal sex, fingering, animal death, character death. Canon-typical violence and themes. Canon-divergence. Read Part 1 here

In Another Life- Part 2

Chapter 7

There was no world for Muzan beyond your tender flesh. The caress of your lips, your fingers in his hair, your body against his. Warm and oh, so fragile. His hand brushed slowly down your back, following the ridges and curves of your spine, all-too aware that he could snap it in two before your next heartbeat. 

And a voice in the back of his mind told him he should. 

How little it would take to be rid of you. But then, he was certain he never truly would be. No, not after tasting your lips, not after hearing your sigh of pleasure, or the way your breath caught beside his ear when his kisses trailed down your jaw to the delicate skin of your throat. 

He was ruined, and you, vexing creature, were the source of it all. 

What was going through your mind, he wondered. Were you in crisis as he was, wondering whether you should put a stop to it. It was improper. If the pair of you were discovered, you might assume your reputation was destroyed. And yet, you didn’t seem to care. Your hands grasped him with just as much fervor as he allowed himself to exert upon you, your fingers at the back of his head, not just running through his hair, but holding his mouth to your neck, encouraging him to continue. 

Demanding. 

That was it, you were so very demanding. And Muzan was only too pleased to obey your unspoken commands. He kissed where you wordlessly instructed him to, his tongue following the throbbing path of your veins, every caress of his lips an act of pure worship. 

A war raged on inside him; the desire to please you, pitted against the instinctive urge to tear you asunder for your audacity. What power did you believe you had over him? And why did he yield to it as though you were the demon and he the mortal? 

It was wrong. It was against the order of things, and yet, he could not stop it. He let you take his hand, guiding it to your thigh, the fabric of your yukata slipping away so easily to reveal your bare flesh to him. 

“Are you certain?” he heard himself asking, his voice like that of a pitiful mortal man. 

“No,” you replied with a slight chuckle. His kisses had rendered you breathless, your face flushed with arousal. It excited him beyond measure. “And yes, Tsukihiko, I am.”

That accursed name. He wished beyond anything he had simply given you his true name the moment he met you. How he longed to hear you gasp it as his fingers slipped beneath the damp layer of your underwear. Slick and swollen with arousal, so responsive to his caress. Hands capable of tearing flesh from bone stroked your core with such gentleness he hardly recognized them as his own. 

And fuck, the sound you made at his touch; relief and pleasure carried on a broken breath, your lips hovering agonizingly close, then suddenly frantic against his as you pulled him back to you. This dance. He knew the steps so well. So many days he had been too weak to please you with his cock or his tongue, so his fingers had had to suffice. But gods, you never seemed to care. He knew your body like he knew his own, knew the pressure you liked, the pace. He knew exactly the curse you would mutter against his ear when he pressed two fingers inside you, and found himself smiling when his hypothesis proved right. 

He knew you.

And he was helpless. In a thousand years, he had not felt anything akin to the rush of blood pooling at his core, he had not uttered a single sound as desperate as the whine which escaped him when you pulled your lips from his just for a moment to draw air. How pitifully mortal you rendered him. 

How beautifully you destroyed him.

“Tsukihiko, I’m…”

That name again. If he could pull it from the air he would tear it to shreds and burn it so that he would never hear you utter it again. “Hm?”

“Don’t stop…”

He couldn’t. No matter how his pride snarled at him for following orders, he couldn’t stop if he tried. The demon king bowed to your command, his thumb devoutly stroking your clit, feeling your cunt clench around his fingers as you chased your high. And he needed it. Needed you.

“Yes…” he gasped, as though your pleasure was his, as though there was nothing in the world that could satisfy him more than your ecstasy. Not a means to walk in the sun, not blood or flesh, not an end to those who opposed him. You. Your bliss. Your breath. Your lips. “Come. Please…”

You came undone at that, fingers gripping the flesh of his forearm, cries muffled against his lips. On and on, you tensed and quivered and cursed beneath your breath.

Oh, how he adored the way you fell apart, so familiar, so utterly beautiful. “Perfect. I’ve longed for you. Longed to… to hold you…” The words spilled from his lips before he had a chance to consider how they sounded. Surely you would think he had lost his mind.

But you simply smiled, pressing your forehead against his chin as you fought to regain your composure and rein in your breaths. “Hold me for as long as you like.”

He couldn’t though. Not the way he wanted to at that moment, because you simply didn’t have an eternity to be held at your disposal. 

It was near dawn when he returned to the Infinity Fortress, his heart thundering in his ears, a pressure at his temples making him feel as though his head would explode. His lips tingled from the intensity of your kisses, his skin shivered as it lamented the loss of your touch. It was absurd, infuriating, maddening, enraging. 

His fingers flexed in the empty air, longing to feel you beneath them once more; your heat, your delicate mortality, you. 

As he stalked through the ever-shifting hallways, the castle molded to his needs and led him to the room which held the accursed vase he had put back together so long ago. He had to end it, forget you, destroy the memories and you along with them. 

“Foolish,” he spat, gripping it by the rim and preparing to hurl it into the abyss opening up in the center of the floor for just such a purpose. 

And there he stood, motionless, holding the vase you had fawned over on the day of your wedding a thousand years ago. Layered in silks of purest white, as though the rays of the sun had fallen for your beauty and draped themselves elegantly over your frame. 

He hadn’t known you then. He didn’t particularly want to.  In fact, he hadn’t wanted to take a wife at all. He was nothing but a sulking boy with a sickly body exhausted simply from the act of dressing formally and complaining all the while. Oh, how he had glared as you spent far too long thanking people for their gifts, mooning over that damnable vase like it was something fit for an empress. 

He’d wanted to smash it then and there, but doing so, he told himself, would ensure the marriage was irrevocably doomed. And how right he had been. The day he finally broke it was the day he took your life. 

Muzan scowled. 

Her life. 

He could not believe what his foolish heart told him. He could not believe the yearning cries of a soul which did not even exist. She was dead. You, for the time being, lived, and for the meantime, he could allow himself the indulgence of pleasure at least. He would permit himself to use you. 

Drawing a slow breath, he set the vase down back on its stand and stepped away from it. “Yes. That’s all it is. It means nothing and it is mine to take. That’s all there is to it.”

But even as he spoke he knew it was a lie. 

In truth, he felt the thread between you wound oh so tightly around his heart. And he knew there were only two choices before him: admit his true nature, or pretend to be Tsukihiko forever. Because he could not, would not give you up.

And neither one of the choices were possible. 

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Tsukihiko came to you the next night, and the next night, and the next. Each night began with conversation and ended with kisses and pleasure; his fingers skillfully coaxing your climax while he kissed you as though you were the love of his life. 

He was pleasant to be around, gentle, polite, and so devoted to your pleasure. One night as you kissed, your hand wandered down to his groin, pressing against the bulge tenting the loose fabric of his hakama. 

Gods, the sudden hitch of his breath, the way he twitched as though he hadn’t been touched in forever, the choked back groan deep in his throat. He was addictive. And with Douma still missing and your pursuit of the demon king making no progress, there was nothing to do but indulge in your newfound vice. 

“I swear, I could taste nothing but your lips for an eternity and never crave another thing,” he whispered one night, weeks after the first as you lay together on your bed, limbs tangled, barely a hairsbreadth between your lips. 

You stroked back the silken waves of his hair, gazing into his eyes. What a curious hue they were, but their color was the least interesting thing about them. It was their softness, the reverence written across his face, a picture of adoration and awe. You couldn’t help but kiss him; first between those pretty eyes, then up to his hairline, down to his temple, his cheeks, his chin and on and on. And Tsukihiko laughed softly, luxuriating in your barrage of kisses, drinking in your affection like parched earth soaking up the first rains.

It did nothing to alleviate the pressure in your chest; the tightness gathering with every second you spent in his company which threatened to burst out. A declaration you would never be able to take back once you let it loose. But you did, you felt that. Love. Overwhelming, all-consuming, rendering everything beyond him dull and colorless. You loved him and that was disastrous.

Some part of you longed to run away from it all; the temple, the corps, the mission. You could take Tsukihiko’s hand and steal him away, find somewhere where the two of you could live forever in that state of perpetual bliss.

But it couldn’t be. 

Sorrow, sudden and sickening consumed you, causing you to pause your affections. You were a demon slayer, you reminded yourself, your job was to fight and quite possibly to die; to eliminate Muzan Kibutsuji no matter the cost. In all likelihood you would not grow old with your love at your side. And the sweet man gazing at you from the pillow with nothing but innocent concern etched across his face could never know. 

It was far better to let him live his life free of the knowledge of the monster who stalked the night. He was too beautiful, too pure, too lovely to ever even know the name Muzan Kibutsuji.

“What is it?” he asked, the warmth of his palm against your cheek easing you back to the present. “Is something troubling you?”

You shook your head. “No, everything is perfect.”

The concern in his eyes never waned, and he watched you for a moment, as though trying to read your thoughts. 

“I’m alright,” you assured him. 

“Perhaps it’s time you went to sleep. It’s getting late.”

He was right but the thought of him leaving to head to his own room wasn’t a happy one. “Just a little longer?”

“You ask as though I could ever deny you anything.” Shifting positions on the bed, he made room for you to lay at his side, your head resting on his chest as his fingertips skated softly against your brow, urging you to close your eyes. “I’ll stay until you fall asleep.”

True to his word, when you finally awoke, late in the morning, he was gone. 

You remained in bed, nothing but the lingering scent of him on your pillow and the butterflies in your stomach giving any indication that he was ever there at all. Where he went during the day you had no idea. He was nowhere to be found within the temple. Many times you’d resolved to ask him, only to find yourself incapable of remembering to do so once his lips were pressed to yours. 

After dressing, you headed out to the garden where your crow, Mokutan, was waiting, strutting around the garden paths with a distinct swagger in his step. 

“Message from Master Ubuyashiki!” he cawed, tilting his head as you unfolded a square of cloth from the pouch dangling from your obi, revealing a sliced plum you’d stashed away for the bird. 

“Go on…”

The bird held up his foot, offering a small scroll of paper laced to his spindly leg. Evidently he was done talking, the plum taking precedence above all else. 

The message was written with a trembling hand, the Master’s sickness clearly growing worse as time progressed. “I am writing to tell you that, should you believe this mission to be a lost cause, I give you my full support for you to leave the temple. At present there have been no sightings of the demon, Douma, nor of Muzan Kibutsuji. You have done well and I do not wish for you to feel anything less than proud. Thank you for your bravery and for all that you have done to further our cause. Ubuyashiki Kagaya, master of the Demon Slayer Corps.”

Weeks ago those words might have come as a relief, but as your eyes scanned over the note again and again, dread billowed inside your chest. 

“Tsukihiko…”

“Is that your answer?” the crow quipped, flinging a slice of plum to the side and pouncing on it as though he was a hawk. “Favorite word! Tsukihiko. Mmh…Tsukihiko. Oh… Tsukihiko!”

A wave of heat washed over your head as the damnable bird rolled onto its back, repeating his name over and over, as though he’d roosted for the night outside your bedroom window and heard you in the throes of ecstasy. “What? No, that’s not my answer! I need… I need some time to consider. Will you stay closeby until tomorrow?”

“Oh, alright. But dried fish tomorrow! And cherries! And—”

“You’ll be well fed, don’t worry.” You rolled the message into a tight scroll and slipped it into your pouch.

“Food for Mokutan. Goodbye kisses for Tsukihiko!” Mokutan cackled before taking off to fly onto the temple’s roof. 

Curse the feathered shit. 

Still, he was right. You simply couldn’t spend the rest of your days idling at the temple. Yet again, you felt the need to remind yourself that you were a demon slayer. There was no room in your life for Tsukihiko. 

Leaving the temple was the right thing to do. You resolved to say goodbye to your friend that night, to advise him to get out of the temple and start a life far away where he might meet someone who could give him the love he deserved without restraint. 

Gods, but the thought of him loving another turned your blood to fire. 

Some selfish part of you wanted so badly to claim him, a nagging feeling that it was right he belonged to you. But he had already lost one wife. Losing a second was too cruel. You had to end it and delaying the inevitable wasn’t going to help anyone.

Mokutan sulked as you tied your response to his ankle that afternoon, accepting the Master’s invitation to abandon the mission. “No cherries. No fish…”

“I know, I know. Life is suffering, Mokutan,” you muttered. “We all must make sacrifices.”

He petulantly pecked your hand, and didn’t even talk back as he flew off to deliver the message. 

At sunset you returned to the garden to meet Tsukihiko for the last time, your heart heavy and your steps slower than they had been. You hardly looked up as you approached the maple tree which had become the habitual site of your rendezvous. 

And the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end. A chill filled the air, snapping your attention toward the darkness surrounding the garden. Something was out there. Something terrible. 

“Hello, sweet thing,” a voice you knew all too well cooed from the shadows. “Goodness, how I’ve missed you.”

Douma smiled sweetly as he approached, wrapping his arms around you in a vice-like hug, lifting you effortlessly from the ground. 

“You came back…” you managed to say when he finally set you down, your mind racing. How far had Mokutan gotten, you wondered. Would he even think to return to the temple when you didn’t show up at the master’s mansion?

“I did. Oh, it’s so good to be home, my sweet thing, we have so much to talk about. But right now I’m so very concerned.” Douma’s heavy brows pinched as he held out his hand, where something black and fluffy lay across it. 

In the darkness it was near impossible to make out, so you held out your hand, your heart stilling as your fingertips brushed against sleek feathers. 

“It’s a crow,” he sighed forlornly, confirming your fear before unceremoniously tossing Mokutan’s broken little body into the dirt beneath the spider lilies. “A demon slayer’s crow. I caught it not a mile away from here.”

A nauseating terror rose in your throat, your vision blurring as your every instinct told you to run. But it was hopeless. You had no sword to fight with, no way to call for help. “A demon slayer?”

“Mhm, I think there could be one at the temple,” Douma whispered, his lips so close to your ear his breath tickled. “They aren’t good people, sweet thing. But don’t worry, I’ll find who it is and make sure they won’t hurt us. I won’t let any harm come to you.” His pointed fingernails caressed the curve of your cheek as he pulled back and smiled. “I’ll find them. I promise.”

Chapter 8.

Tsukihiko did not meet you beneath the maple tree that night. Douma’s return to the temple caused such a stir that you found yourself temporarily swept up in it, standing toward the back of the room as he joyously addressed his congregation. 

“I was away, searching for something very important. Oh, but I missed you all terribly. Your sweet faces. It’s so good to be home with you all!”

His smile was so wide, so seemingly genuine, that for a moment you forgot about the Lord Founder’s many masks. His apparent happiness and relief were contagious, spreading through the masses, every one of them elated to see their leader returned. For a fraction of a second, you were among them. 

That was his power, his ability to draw people to him, to disarm and comfort them even as he devoured them. And you balanced precariously on the edge of his trap as a sliver of fondness seeped through your armor and needled its way beneath your skin. It might have remained there, buried deep and barbed, were the image of poor Mokutan’s body not branded into your memory, reminding you that the beautiful man throwing children up into the air and hugging every one of his disciples as if they were his siblings, was in fact the third strongest and most brutal demon in the world. 

For the briefest moment, you swore you caught a glimpse of a familiar face among the cheering crowd. Tsukihiko with his ebony waves, rich, dark eyes, and that telltale sensation of a tether tugging at your heart as the crowd shifted and at once he was gone. 

Perhaps it was only wishful thinking.

But therein lay another problem. Douma was on the lookout for a demon slayer, which of course was you, but Tsukihiko behaved strangely, and should Douma begin to suspect him… Gods, the thought of that made you sick. What could you even do in that situation, you wondered. You had no sword, no way to call for help, no choice but to reveal yourself to the upper moon two and hope devouring your flesh satiated him long enough that Tsukihiko could escape. 

The thought of it turned your stomach. 

“Goodness, I’m so happy to be home,” Douma reiterated as the congregation eventually filed out of the room to begin preparing a feast fit to celebrate their leader’s return. 

You found yourself strangely relieved to be alone with him. It felt familiar. Comfortable. 

“It’s good to have you back.”

He sat down on his plump purple pillow and held out his arms. “Come, my friend. Tell me everything that’s happened while I was gone.”

“Oh but it’s been so boring without you,” you said with a smile, reaching out to take his hand but remaining on your feet rather than curling up into his arms as you had in the past. “I’ve had no one to talk to at all.”

He grinned, his smile sharper than a sickle. “Liar.”

Cold fear lanced you through the heart. “I’m sorry?”

Douma laughed, lying back on the pillow and pulling you with him as he stretched contentedly like a well fed tiger basking on a warm rock. You fell to your knees, stretched awkwardly across his chest, your arm still trapped in his vice-like grip. 

“They left a little love mark, right here,” he chuckled, tapping a finger to your neck. “Has my sweet thing found love among my disciples? Who is it? Oh no, please don’t tell me it’s Takeo…”

“It’s not Takeo. Besides, Takeo—”

“Thank goodness. Oh but how lovely! To think your heart is all a flutter for someone. It’s very sweet. And don’t worry, I don’t mind in the slightest. Make lots of babies with your love and we can all live together. I think that would be nice, wouldn't it?”

“Yes,” you said, the word trickling from your tongue with such ease. Because it wasn’t entirely untrue.

Within the walls of the temple, surrounded by gilded lies and lying in the arms of a monster, you had managed to find precious glimpses of happiness, of belonging you hadn’t known before.

Douma sighed. “I need to make sure you're safe. That's the most important thing. See, with a demon slayer in our midst your life is in danger.” He pondered and massaged his temples with his long, clawed fingers. “I don't think there's a demon slayer strong enough to take me down, but my followers… my favorite… The slayers are a ruthless, heartless bunch. If they think you're in league with me they won't hesitate to take your life too.”

Lies. All of it. You donned your mask. “What can we do?”

He regarded you with those opaline eyes, a distant smile lingering on his lips as though he'd forgotten to wipe it away. “I could make you stronger,” he suggested at last. “I could ask my master to give you the same gift he gave me.” 

The world stood still and a bone-deep chill spread through your body. “You mean, become a demon?”

“Yes!” he said brightly. “Of course, the decision would be entirely up to Lord Muzan– you’ll have to meet him and win his favor— but I’m sure if I put in a good word for you he’ll agree. That way we can protect each other, and we’ll be strong enough together to protect your love and all the innocent people here in the temple from the slayer. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?”

The window you had waited so patiently for had opened. Finally, after months, you had an opportunity to meet Muzan Kibutsuji, to discover his whereabouts. But with Mokutan dead, you had no way of relaying that information back to Master Ubuyashiki unless you delivered it yourself. 

But it was your duty to seize the chance. Even if it was a distant hope, even if it meant the end of your life. Even if it meant sacrificing your love for Tsukihiko. 

Douma was kind enough to give you the night to consider his proposal, a night you spent alone, tormented by false hope and grim realizations. Tsukihiko was nowhere to be found, but perhaps that was for the best. Your love for him had only ever been a dream, the foolish hope of a heart condemned to death one way or another. And so instead of spending the night in the arms of your lover, you spent what might have been your last night alive planning a way to get the information back to Ubuyashiki. 

If Muzan agreed and turned you into a demon all hope was lost. Demons were unwaveringly loyal to their progenitor and you knew that once your soul belonged to Kibutsuji, you would not relay his location to the demon slayer corps. If you were devoured there was no hope either. It seemed unlikely he would refuse and simply allow you to return to your life with the knowledge which could spell his demise.

Only one path lay open to you, and the thought of it chilled you. 

If you were to delay your inevitable death long enough to reveal Muzan’s stronghold, you would have to win him over. And the only way to do that, you were certain, would be to reveal yourself as a slayer and offer Muzan something he craved even more than flesh. You would have to tempt him with something so tantalizing he couldn’t afford to kill you right away, and only then might he give you vital time needed to get word to the Demon Slayer Corps.

You would have to offer him Master Ubuyashiki. 

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“My dear lord Muzan, I have a proposal—” Douma began.

“You have returned empty-handed,” Muzan glowered as Upper Moon Two grinned idiotically at him from the steaming onsen at the back of his temple. “You were not to return until you found the blue spider lily.”

“But I searched, my lord. I promise I did. I even asked mortals if they’d seen any sign of it but none of them had. Aww… you’re cross with me, aren’t you? I’ll make it up to you tomorrow, how’s that?”

Muzan rested his fingertips lightly on his eyelids and tried to massage away some of the urge to destroy the buffoon. Such an act would only diminish his ranks, he reminded himself. 

Instead, he slipped off his yukata and stepped into the water, allowing the heat of the spring to relax his body and ease away the tension. As a mortal he had enjoyed the steam of the onsen; a temporary relief wearing down the sharp edges of his pain, and it seemed that not even a thousand years had taken away from that simple pleasure even if he was no longer hurting or fragile.

“See? Isn’t this nice?” Douma sighed, resting the back of his head against the edge of the pool. “Life doesn’t have to be all business.”

“Actually mortal businessmen do this too,” Muzan muttered. “They bathe together and discuss their ventures at the same time.”

“That sounds like a great way to ruin a bath.”

Muzan chuckled monosyllabically. Douma, for once, was correct. Talking to the fool only disrupted the peace. “You’re right. Let’s not speak.”

Whatever proposal Douma had felt the need to divulge earlier was quickly forgotten, and the two demons basked in comfortable silence. 

Though in the stillness, his thoughts wandered to you, and that was just as infuriating as constant chatter. He should not have cared, but the thought of you waiting for him and realizing as the minutes passed by that he would not visit you that night, made him more uncomfortable than he cared to admit. Was your heart aching, he wondered. Were you craving his touch, his kiss, him as ardently as he craved you. 

He had half a mind to send Douma away again, to invite you to the onsen with him instead and enjoy your warmth along with the water. To feel your gentle hands against his chest, your lips against his throat. 

It pained him not to come to you, and that in and of itself was reason enough to stay away.

Finally, with a contented sigh, Douma climbed out of the water and materialized his clothing, “Well, I feel invigorated but I’ve worked up an appetite. Are you sure you wouldn’t like to choose one from my flock?” he offered. “You’re awfully pale, my lord. I don’t think you’re eating enough.”

Muzan’s eye twitched. Those words were never well received. “I’ve fed enough. Begone.”

“Oh alright, but tomorrow I’ll introduce you to—”

“Nakime.” Muzan commanded, and in an instant the fool was removed from his presence. 

In the silence of the night, Muzan found peace. He remained in the onsen, allowing the warmth to cocoon him. If he closed his eyes, he could picture the sun, imagine its rays pooling around him, not deathly as they were to demons, but comforting, welcoming, soothing. 

And in his fantasy you lay beside him on the sun-warmed grass, gazing at him with those eyes, full of adoration and affection, tormenting him by adorning his hair with a crown of red leaves and pink flowers. 

“You’re absurd,” he chided you, though there was no venom behind it. He had no intention of stopping you. 

Muzan’s brow furrowed. Was it fantasy or memory? The two had often tangled since he met you. Her face and yours had merged in his mind to create one inseparable entity. 

“Well well… and here I thought you’d disappeared off the face of the earth.”

Muzan’s eyes shot open and he whirred around to face you, his pulse thundering. Never once in a thousand years had anyone been able to surprise him so. The air was ripe with your scent, your footsteps near deafening on the graveled pathway. And yet you had gone unnoticed, standing but a few feet away from him while he bathed. Had he allowed his senses to become so dulled by you? Had he grown so comfortable around you?

“It’s late,” was the only coherent thought he managed to summon into words. “You should be asleep.”

You shrugged, the shawl about your shoulders slipping ever so slightly. “I couldn’t sleep. Besides, you’re one to talk.” 

“I suppose I am.”

You smiled halfheartedly. Something was troubling you, and it pained him to imagine he could be the cause. “I’m sorry I didn’t come to you—”

“No, it’s alright. I assumed with the Lord Founder’s return causing such a stir you’d simply gotten caught up in the celebration. I didn’t expect to see you at all.”

“I’m not one for parties,” Muzan replied. “And the onsen was calling my name.”

You nodded in understanding, walking to the edge of the water and crouching to dip your fingertips beneath the surface. A shiver ran through Muzan’s body; a deep ache he had yet to grow accustomed to, one he long thought himself immune from. The desire to be touched, to be close to you, the desire to be held and pleasured. And the desire to give pleasure in return. 

“How did you know where to look for me?” he asked, transfixed by the movement of your fingers beneath the water.

“I didn’t. I just wandered.”

His throat tightened. Was the universe so intent on tormenting him that it insisted on delivering you to him? “Do you want to join me?” 

Your eyebrows dipped in contemplation, no doubt engaged in that frustratingly human conflict between doing what you wanted and what was expected.  “We might be seen…”

“And?” 

You narrowed your eyes at his lack of concern for propriety, and Muzan found himself chuckling, but your expression soon faded into fondness. 

“You wicked man,” you whispered with a smile. “I have nothing to dry myself with anyway, as tempted as I am. I’ll sit on the edge and put my feet in, is that an adequate compromise?”

“So long as you’re happy,” he said, offering his hand to you as you sat on the edge of the pool, lifting the bottom of your yukata to midway up your thighs to dip your legs into the water. 

Your skin was only bared to him for a moment before his lips were tracing the length of your shins, his pride all but forgotten in your presence. Whatever power you held over him, he surrendered to it readily, gentle kisses turning heated as you ran your fingers through his dampened curls and offered your palm to his lips. 

Despite your insistence that he had caused no harm, there was something troubling you; he wasn’t so far detached from humanity that he couldn’t sense it. There was a desperation to you he hadn’t felt before when you reciprocated his kiss, parting your thighs to make space for him, not caring one bit if your clothes got soaked when he pressed his body against yours. 

You were sad. That was it. Your heart was breaking. And the thought that it was because he had neglected to come to you in favor of speaking to his subordinate did not sit comfortably with him. 

“Forgive me,” he whispered, as though those words were easy to utter. “Let me make it up to you.”

His kisses trailed down your body, one hand on your belly urging you to lay back with a gentleness he hardly knew he possessed. Yet you resisted, stubborn creature that you were, in favor of watching him as he slid away your undergarments and pressed the first devout kiss to your cunt, your breath hitching at the sudden spark of pleasure deep within your core. 

And gods, at that first taste of you, at the sound of your fractured breath, he was undone, the meek demeanor of Tsukihiko shedding away fully. Again and again he kissed you; his tongue caressing, tasting, teasing, pursuing your bliss with all the tenacity of a rabid beast.

So soft, so tender, flesh more exquisite than any he’d ever known. Your taste was like nothing else. Gods, how he’d missed it. 

He stifled your cries against his palm, the ache of his arousal gnawing at him, yet he ignored it in favor of your pleasure. Dragging the flat of his tongue along the length of your slit again and again, he licked you until your nectar dripped from his chin and you quivered beneath him. And then he lapped at your clitoris, surrounded it with his lips and kissed it with fervent hunger, enraptured by every frantic pulse of your sex. Until at last you cried in ecstasy, tensed and throbbed beneath his mouth, tugged sharply on his hair and squirmed in his arms, signaling for him to stop. 

And stop he did, eyes wide and wild and far too demonic, claws and fangs bared without restraint. Thank goodness you were still out of your mind with pleasure and he had time to compose himself before you sat up and pulled him to you, kissing him like it was the last kiss the two of you would ever share. 

What a fool he was to have believed that he could stay away from you. 

“Am I forgiven?” he asked between heated kisses as your fingers tangled in his hair and your trembling legs wrapped around his waist. 

“There was never anything to forgive,” you assured him, the gentle caress of your palm across his cheek, granting him more solace than he had felt in centuries. 

He felt himself smile, genuinely, without restraint, gazing into your eyes. “You’re soaked.”

“Yes, you saw to that,” you replied, glancing down at the wet cloth of your yukata. “Now I suppose there’s no reason for me to avoid getting into the onsen with you, is there?”

“No,” Muzan said, pulling loose the knot of your obi. “None at all.”

Chapter 9. 

The water of the onsen was black and infinite, and in the gentle abyss you found much needed comfort. 

Tsukihiko’s arms wrapped firmly around your waist, your taste lingering on his lips, your name whispered into their heated air between kisses. 

He was perfection, there was no other word for it; a man far too beautiful to be human but too vulnerable to be anything else. His heart was tender, healing, and he offered it to you with such aching sincerity you simply could not refuse.  He gazed at you with reverence as you perched on a rock ledge beneath the water, caging his hips between your thighs.

“Are you certain?” he asked, his lack of concern for propriety overridden by his constant desire to do right by you. Tsukihiko, you were rapidly learning, secretly believed the world owed him a favor, but never you. You owed him nothing. Everything, every gesture, every word, every kiss, was received like a gift he saw no entitlement to. 

He was beautiful,  wonderful, frustratingly perfect, and you had to let him go. 

Still, you saw no harm in modeling his behavior for the night. If you were to die at the hands of Muzan Kibutsuji in an effort to rid the world of demons, the least the world owed you was one night of pleasure. 

“Yes,” you said, your lips brushing against the shell of his ear and eliciting an almost feral growl at the back of your lover's throat. “I want to fuck you.”

Bracing your hands on the pool’s edge, you allowed yourself a moment’s indulgence, basking in the simple pleasure of Tsukihiko’s lips against your neck, the sharp pinch of his teeth against your flesh, and the excitement of knowing his control was slipping because of you.

He bowed his back, trailing his kisses lower, cupping your left breast in his hand and mouthing at your nipple with clumsy desperation, moaning softly as you put your head back and sighed in pleasure. 

The man was intoxicated by you, besotted, a shuddering breath escaping him as he rocked his hips, allowing his cock to slide back and forth along the length of your slit, his foreskin drawn back over his fat tip, rubbing against your clit so deliciously. He groaned against your breast as he teased the two of you, savoring the intimacy and the build-up until he could stand it no longer. And then he pressed the head of his cock against the opening of your cunt. There was a slight resistance as he eased into you, the water of the onsen had washed away most of your wetness, but your body gave way to accommodate him. A shiver ran through you both as he pushed inside and bottomed out with a groan. Perfect. He felt perfect. As though the two of you were made to be lovers. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve craved you,” he whispered, his face nestled in the space between your neck and your shoulder. “How many nights I’ve yearned to feel your touch once more.”

“I’ve craved you too,” you told him, “I want you so badly.”

Not just then, but always. You wanted to spend every night in his arms, yearned to grow old with him, longed to steal back every moment the cruel world demanded you sacrifice for people who would never even know your name or the magnitude of your deeds. 

You surrendered your hold on the pool’s edge to hold him, and the moment he felt your arms slide around his back, the muscles beneath your fingers flexed as he shifted his grip. Broad hands swept down the length of your spine to cup the flesh of your backside and his hips began to move.

Slow, savoring movement, grinding his pelvis against yours, chasing your pleasure above his own. 

You opened your eyes to find him watching your expression, seemingly fascinated by you, as if committing every detail of you to memory. 

“Like this?” he asked. “Is this what you want?”

It was perfect, as if he knew your body like he knew his own. And yet the night might have been your last, so you issued him with a simple command. “More.”

His lips curved into a feral smile, the sharp tips of his canines revealed in the pale moonlight. “More?”

“Don’t hold back.”

And he didn’t. 

He braced his knee on the ledge beside your thigh, giving himself leverage to thrust without restraint. And Gods, what pleasure then, his strength unlike any lover you’d known before. He was relentless, bestial, rutting against you, hard, fast, every sharp thrust punctuated by a breathless cry that never left the back of his throat; “Huh-uh-uh-” 

Nothing else mattered, not in that moment. Just the relentless pounding of his hips, the pinch of his nails digging into the flesh of your back as he dragged you out of the onsen and onto the smooth rocks at its shore where his strokes were unhampered by the water. You bucked your hips beneath him, meeting his stroke, rewarded by a guttural cry and the exquisite pain of his teeth pressing into the flesh of your shoulder. 

“Fuck. Oh fuck!” you cried out in agony and bliss. 

He tried to pull back, but you held him in place, pushing his head back down, urging him to bite harder. In pleasure there was solace. In pain there was catharsis. 

He brought you to the very precipice with him, his body trembling in your arms as he came undone. And he remained sheathed inside you even after his orgasm passed, one hand cradling the back of your head as the onsen’s waters lapped at your feet, only the slightest, slowest thrust breaking the stillness between you. With every languid grind of his hips, you couldn’t help but moan against his lips, the pleasure overwhelming, lingering. He pulled back to watch you, eyes dancing across your features.

“More?” he asked.

“Yes. Don’t stop.”

Your word was his command. He pistoned his hips again and again, his cock still unfathomably hard, fucking you with such desperation it seemed as though he too knew it would be the first and last time for you both. And you were both so greedy for each other, your nails raking across his shoulders, his teeth bared against your throat. You no longer cared if you were heard or seen. You silently cursed the world for demanding you rescind the happiness you had found in his arms, and scorned it with every fevered kiss. 

And when your pleasure peaked he held you firm, surrounding you with his arms and holding you as your cries of pleasure faded and all that remained in the stark silence of the night was your breath and his, and the whispered declarations it hurt you to hear. 

“I love you,” he said, tenderly kissing the aching spot on your shoulder that bore the marks of his teeth, “So very much.”

“Tell me I’m yours,” you said.

“You are. And I belong to you.”

And that was enough. 

Later, he brought you to your room, his curls still dripping as he bid you goodnight, kissing you softly on the cheek before he parted and leaving an unbearable emptiness in his wake. 

I love you too, you longed to call out to him. 

But it was done. It was over. 

A fitting goodbye.

You dressed in dry clothes and left your room, making your way to Douma’s quarters where the air was thick and heavily perfumed. His rooms were a separate temple all to their own, devoted to nothing but his enjoyment and pure opulence. The demon reclined contentedly on a mountain of silk pillows, sucking smoke from his waterpipe. 

He grinned as you approached. “Well, well my sweet thing. You smell just lovely tonight. I trust your lover treated you well?”

“I’m ready, Douma,” you said, causing his smile to widen.

“Oh?”

“Yes. I want to become a demon.” 

For years you had trained as a slayer, working to master your breathing and control the flow of strength to your body. And it took all of that training to steady your heart, to remain calm, to force the words from your lips and ensure they sounded genuine. You focused on that, on the mission, bristling with anticipation, attempting to prepare yourself to face the king of all demons. No matter how horrific he was to look at, you had to adore him. No matter how cruel his words, you would let them wash over you and dangle the promise of information too tempting to ignore before his rancid snout. 

You steeled your nerve and cemented your fate. “I want to meet your master and become one of you.”

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A short walk from the temple a man lay dead, his lifeless eyes still pleading for mercy even after his heart had ceased to beat. It was meaningless. Muzan wasn’t hungry, the man had not insulted him or committed any crime beyond simply crossing the demon king’s path as he stalked through the mountains in search of… of what?

Muzan’s body could recover from injury in an instant. Blades, arrows, wisteria flowers; the pain they inflicted was momentary, more a nuisance than anything. But you, the ache you caused. That was pure agony. 

He continued his walk, hoping that the mountain air might offer clarity. 

A light shone in the temple below, cradled by the darkness of the valley, and he found himself wondering if it was you. Were you lying in your room with your lamp still lit, recalling the passion you had shared in perfect detail as he was. Did your heart lunge too whenever you thought of him? Did your blood burn for him as his did for you?

And what was he going to do with you? That was the most pressing matter of all. He had deceived humans before, charmed and manipulated them for his own gain without ever revealing his true nature. And those who had come to know what he was usually cursed his name, screamed in terror and tried to run. 

The thought of you running from him was enough to cause his jaw to clench. He could never reveal his true nature to you. Nor was it necessary. 

It would be so easy to live beside you undetected for the rest of your mortal life, aging his body on purpose so you would never suspect what he was. He would remain Tsukihiko until you died in his arms, loved and comforted by a lifetime of lies, whispering a name that was not his.

But then what? What void would you leave behind for him to dwell within.

Frustration simmered in his veins as he raised his hands to cover his face and growled against his palms. No. He would not watch you die. He would not be left alone when you slipped away from him. 

“You are mine,” he muttered as though you stood beside him. “And I will not let this accursed world tear you from my side. I will find the blue spider lily and perfect my immortality, and then I will find a way for you to defy death alongside me. Not a demon but something else.”

After all the cruelty the world had inflicted on him, it owed him that at least. It owed him you. And if it did not hand you to him willingly, he would tear the world asunder until it surrendered you. 

Rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands, he tried to make sense of the veritable bramble thicket his thoughts had become. Barbs in every direction, yet when he was with you the world seemed not only simpler, but softer than he had ever known it to. 

One thing was certain, he would have to convince you to leave the temple and away from Douma. The upper moon had a preference for devouring women like you, and Muzan would not risk that. 

“Simple enough. Tomorrow night I will ask you to run away with me, marry me, and begin our domestic pantomime.”

The words were ash on his tongue. 

He wasn’t quite sure why he returned to the temple before dawn rather than seeking the sanctuary of his fortress, other than a simple yet infuriating desire to remain somewhat close to you a while longer. 

He wandered the gardens for a time, noticing most of the flowers had gone, no doubt withering away to nothing as the year drew to a close. The maple tree which had become your meeting point was beginning to drop its leaves and he sat beneath it for a time, watching insects crawl amongst the foliage until they noticed his presence and scurried away with an urgency they didn’t even afford to humans. 

Centuries ago there had been a tree just like it in the garden of his estate, its crimson boughs visible from his bedroom on the days he could stand to have the window open. On the worst days that tree had been the goal for the sickly mortal boy he had been. 

“If you feel better tomorrow we could try to sit beneath the maple,” you’d said, massaging an astringent balm onto his back which some quack had promised was a miracle cure and charged him an extortionate sum. “The sunlight will do you good.”

The pain was unbearable that day. Even drawing breath was agony. “Fuck the sun. And be gentle. Your hands feel like ox hooves.”

Such careful, gentle touches. Such patient love cruelly branded onto his soul so he could never escape you. 

“Lord Muzan!” 

Muzan’s jaw clenched as Douma’s voice carried across the garden, the upper moon beaming as he approached. Perhaps he would return to the infinity fortress after all. 

“Isn’t the garden beautiful tonight?” Douma said, “I’m so pleased you’ve been spending so much time here lately.”

“Not for much longer,” Muzan said, rising to his feet in one graceful movement.

“Awh, really? That’s a pity. Well, in that case let me give you a parting gift.”

The demon king arched a skeptical brow. “What is it?”

“A surprise, one you’re going to love, I'm certain.” 

Muzan despised surprises, but knowing Douma as he did, the gift could be anything ranging between a severed head to the damned blue spider lily formula perfectly recreated. Besides, if the demon displeased him, tearing off his limbs and beating him with them till sunrise might’ve been somewhat therapeutic. 

“This way!” Douma grinned, leading him into the temple’s main building, to the curtained off area you and he had once sat together in and talked over dinner. 

The curtains were sheer enough for him to make out the vague form of a woman dressed all in white, the upper moon’s penchant for opulence and drama applied to full effect. The floor was scattered with petals. The smoke of incense coiled from the burners, peppering the air and clouding his senses. 

“What is this?” Muzan demanded to know. “Douma…”

“She knows what we are, my lord. She isn’t afraid. And she wants to become one of us.” Douma’s elegant hands curled around the pulley cord of the curtain, parting the swathes of fabric with a gentle tug.

And there you stood, dressed all in white silk the way you had been the first time he laid eyes on you a thousand years ago. 

And the world once again stood still. 

Chapter 10. 

It was a joke. It had to be. You’d spent so long in Douma’s company you’d almost forgotten how cruel he could be.

Tsukihiko stared back at you, dumbfounded, his eyes widening at the sight of you draped in silk so fine you might have spent your entire life never knowing what it felt like beneath your fingertips if not for Douma’s sick little joke. 

You were dressed all in white, Tsukihiko in black; two halves of a whole. Pieces in a game only Douma seemed to know the rules to.

Whatever the upper rank demon had planned, you had to get that innocent man to safety no matter the cost. Your mind whirred with half-conjured, insufficient plans.

“Isn’t she lovely?” Douma was saying, his arm slipping comfortably across your shoulders before he whispered softly into your ear. “My sweet thing, this is Lord Muzan. He can make you into a demon like us, and then you’ll become strong and live forever…”

“Douma…” Tsukihiko said, his voice low and quietly commanding.

“Hm? Yes, my lord?” the demon at your side turned, smiling… obeying. 

“Leave.”

“Oh!” Douma gleefully clapped his hands. “Lord Muzan!! I knew you’d love her!”

Your lover’s eyes were burning red like hot coals, his pupils slitted like those of a cat. The air itself seemed to shiver and recoil, leaving your lungs completely empty. 

“Tsukihiko?” you whispered, a desperate plea, but even as you uttered his name you knew it was wrong. Some part of you had always known.

The man in black took a step toward you, still every bit as beautiful as he had always been. And yet, the demon at your side called him by the name of your sworn enemy. And he did not correct him. 

“Your name is Muzan?” you asked, the pounding of your pulse throbbing in your ears as you tried to keep your voice steady.

He paused, his lips parting slightly, as though he’d waited so long to hear you speak his name. “Yes.”

The acrid tang of bile rose in your throat and the world tilted beneath your feet. The fires of hell licked at your skin and lit the threads of your veins like a fuse. “Muzan Kibutsuji.”

His eyes widened at the sound of his full name, his breath audibly catching. “How did… oh…” The light in his eyes blazed with malicious intent as he stepped closer still. “I see.”

The air between you pulsed with danger and the desperate plea of your aching, foolish heart. It could not be real. You were dreaming. You had to be. The man you loved could not be Muzan Kibutsuji. 

Douma remained at your side, his shimmering eyes darting between the two of you before he released a pensive, “Huh…”

At once, Muzan’s eyes snapped toward the unwelcome audience, and faster than you could blink, the upper moon was gone along with his temple. 

You and Muzan stood facing each other in a room lit by the golden glow of electric lamps. The paper walls glowed a comforting amber as the air around you shifted and groaned. Pristine tatami mats padded the reddish cedar floorboards, soft and comfortable underfoot, but completely without scent. Beyond the windows sat another building, though its architecture made no sense. Walls upon walls, staircases which led nowhere, pathways one would have to defy gravity to walk. 

“The Infinity Fortress,” Muzan said in answer to your unspoken question. “We can talk without anyone else listening.”

You could talk, yes, but what to say? How could you put the maelstrom thrashing around in your heart and mind into words? Your lips parted, preparing to vent some of the pressure building in your throat but no sound came. 

“You’re a demon slayer?” Muzan said, more a statement than a question. “One of Ubuyashiki’s hounds sent to sniff me out.”

“You're Muzan Kibutsuji,” was all you could say in reply, painfully aware of how childish you sounded, whispering the demon’s name into the space between you. But in truth, it was the only way you could make sense of it all. Tsukihiko was gone— no, the man you’d loved had never even existed. It was all a lie and you needed to hate the monster that took his shape. 

A soft hum emerged from the demon king as he turned his back to you and walked toward a simple wooden chest, placing his hands gently on either side and opening it. “The Infinity Fortress is the domain of one of my demons. She obeys my command. I asked her to place us in a room with all that we needed to have this conversation.” He turned back to face you, a sheathed sword in his hand. “It appears our first lovers’ quarrel will be a bloody one.”

“We are not lovers,” you spat, lightning crackling through your veins as the demon tossed the sword to the ground by your feet.

“No?”

You crouched to pick up the blade, not daring even to blink. Even armed you stood no chance against the demon king. It was suspected that the combined strength of every hashira wasn’t even enough to defeat him. But the sword in your hand was solid and familiar, something to cling to as those plum-colored eyes watched you through slitted pupils.

“It won’t even hurt you, will it?” you asked bitterly. 

“No.”

“Then why give it to me?”

“So you can at least say that you fought.”

The moment you pulled the blade from its sheath he moved to strike, your reflexes kicking in and your blade tearing through the sleeve of his yukata. Crimson blood pooled in the slit causing your throat to close. That blood was the source of all that was evil and demonic in the world. And it was also the essence of the man you loved, a man you never wanted to harm. 

No, you had to stop thinking like that. That man had never existed and the thing which stood before you deserved to bleed. 

As soon as the wound opened it healed.

“Tell me then,” Muzan said. “Has your master stooped so low as to order his slayers to seduce his enemy now?”

“What are you talking about?”

His expression darkened as the lips that had kissed you with such devout tenderness curled back to reveal his fanged teeth. A clawed hand darted out toward you, your blade meeting his wrist with a sickening thud. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t continue his attack either. 

“For centuries the Ubuyashiki family has hunted me, doing all that they can to prevent me from discovering the whereabouts of the blue spider lily. But it seems he is even more malicious and cruel than I gave him credit for.” 

A black vine burst from the back of his hand, barbed and vicious as it wrapped around your wrist, tethering you to him. A sharp spike of pain radiated from the only thorn pointing inward and pricking your skin, drawing a single drop of your blood. 

 “I was not sent to seduce you, I didn’t even know you would be at the temple. My mission was to befriend Douma and have him tell me the whereabouts of your stronghold.” 

His eyes narrowed, the vine around your wrist tightening and dragging you toward him. “I believe you.”

The vine retreated, creating the perfect opening to strike. Your blade sliced through the air, cutting the flesh of his thigh before he blocked it, the impact of his forearm jarring yours like slamming into rock. 

Again and again you struck, and again and again he fought back, his moves thinly veiled attempts to block under the guise of an attack. You fought with everything you had, your frustration reaching its boiling point as your attacks did nothing. All your training, your experience, all your fury and skill were nothing, not even a mild inconvenience. 

“You’re toying with me,” you hissed. “You could kill me in an instant.”

He said nothing, but struck toward your chest, the collision of his fist against your sternum enough to knock the air from your lungs and send you staggering backward. Your backside hit the tatami mats with a heavy thud. And you could barely move your sword, the fatigue sudden and all consuming as you flopped exhausted onto your back. 

Suddenly he was staring down at you, his face a picture of neutrality. Before you came to the temple, the thought of facing Muzan Kibutsuji alone would have chilled you to the bone, but as you stared up at him, you didn’t feel a single shred of fear. Only… sorrow and something else. Anger. That was it. Gods, you wanted to tear the castle to splinters with your bare hands.

As if hearing your wish, the floor gave way beneath you, sending you plummeting headfirst through an endless abyss. Darkness surrounded you, the air rushing past your ears, the only other soul in that infinite pit the demon king himself. He fell with you, composed, upright, gripping your blade in his hands so tight his blood sprayed from his palms and into the air as he guided the sword to the pale skin of his throat. 

“When we land, you can use the momentum to remove my head,” he said.

“Would that work?”

“Not for me, no. But perhaps for you.”

The very sight of him incensed you. Your lips had traced every inch of his face, those hands had held you so gently. In your weakest moments you had mapped out a life with him despite some part of you knowing it could never be. You knew him. You loved him. And he loved you.

“Was it real?” you demanded to know. “Any of it?”

He looked back at you, and with utmost sincerity he tore your heart completely in two, “All of it. Every moment.”

With a flick of your wrist, your sword tumbled into the darkness and away from his throat. The two of you slammed into the ground, far softer than such a fall should have allowed, but with enough force to wind you again. 

Your fragmented breaths were the only thing breaking the heavy silence between you, the agony spreading throughout your entire body. And silently you cursed him, cursed your master for sending you on the mission and the hashira who first whispered the idea into his ear. You cursed Douma and the fools who gathered in his temple unknowingly praying for death. And above all else you cursed the world for making Muzan Kibutsuji, the demon king, for taking the man you loved and turning him into a monster. 

“It was real for me too,” you said at last, eliciting a bitter chuckle from the demon's lips as he lay at your side. 

But it couldn’t be. You knew it as well as you knew the sun would rise in the morning whether you were still a part of the world or not. It was wrong to love him. He was not a man but a demon; vile, cruel, the epitome of evil.

He had to be, because if he wasn’t, then perhaps it meant that you were. 

“Raise your sword, slayer,” he said, rising to his feet and observing you from above like you were a specimen on a microscope he needed to understand to make sense of everything. “Your heart is still so full of rage.”

Your hand trembled weakly as it searched the floorboards beneath you, until it finally wrapped around the hilt of the discarded blade. Every muscle in your arm screamed for rest. But he was right, you needed to go on, to fight, to resist, if only to say you did.

With a groan you rolled onto your front, your trembling arms lifting you from the ground, only to collapse beneath you. That low, thoughtful hum you’d come to know so well sounded at your back before Muzan appeared in front you, crouching to help you up.

You should have been afraid. You should have recoiled. You should have spat in his face and cut his head from his shoulders. It’s what you had been trained all your life to do, afterall. But the man crouching before you was gentle, patient, lifting you to your feet and cupping your burning cheek against his cool palm

“Keep fighting,” he urged you, his fingers curling on top of yours to keep them wrapped around your hilt. “You need to. There’s more to this than you know. Factors I myself am yet to reconcile.”

“What are you—” you shook your head, trying to make sense of it all. And yet some part of you knew what he was about to say. 

“You have always fought until you had nothing left. In this life,” he said, his brow puckering in contemplation before finally adding, “and in the life I once knew you in.”

A wave of cold washed through you as his words settled around you. And you knew, you understood, that pervading sense of belonging you had always felt in his presence. Your soul knew him even when your mind told you it was impossible. Your soul had always known his.

“A beast found its way into our home,” you said, recalling the story he had once told you with tears welling in his eyes. “The neighbors thought it was a wolf… or a bear. It attacked…” You pushed past the gathering nausea in your throat. “Me… in our bed and left nothing but blood and bones where I once lay.”

“You remember?” he asked, his voice but a breathless whisper of relief.

But you were once more tumbling into darkness.

There was no way to know how much time had passed when you awoke, but the world around you had drastically changed. You lay upon a plush futon, sheer curtains softening the brilliant light beyond them. The furniture in the room was ancient in style, yet the condition of it was new, all except for a big, beautiful vase which sat in the corner, covered in hairline cracks, as though someone had shattered it to pieces and meticulously put it together. And the sight of it caused your heart to squeeze. How you loved that vase.

“Muzan?” you called, not because you suspected he was nearby, but because the thought that he wasn’t was too horrible to bear.

Perhaps he’d fallen. Perhaps he’d tried to walk in the garden by himself and didn’t have the energy to make it back. Sudden panic pulled you from the bed, the pain in your body entirely forgotten as you pulled apart the curtains, expecting the familiar sight of the mansion’s garden. 

But in place of the maple tree, there was only darkness and distant, ever-shifting architecture illuminated by artificial light.

“We’re still in the Infinity Fortress,” Muzan said, sitting on the futon you had just risen from. “Nakime built it to my specifications.”

His appearance had altered, but it was still most definitely him. In fact, as he watched you from the bed in his comfortable white kosode, his long black hair spilling down over his shoulders, he looked more like himself than he ever had.

“How is your pain today?” you asked. 

He shook his head dismissively. “Non-existent.”

That should not have pleased you as it did. But you found your heart considerably lighter as you approached the futon and knelt by his feet, taking his hands in yours and looking for wounds. They were healed completely, you noted before admonishing yourself for such a foolish thought. Of course the wounds had healed; a thousand years had passed since he’d smashed the vase. 

No. That wasn’t right. The wounds from your sword had healed because he was a demon.  

“Muzan, what’s happening to me?” you asked, glancing up at him to be met with those rich carmine eyes, far too full of confusion and sorrow to be anything but human. 

He remained silent, contemplating your words while your hands remained joined. He traced a finger over the pinprick wound on your wrist and sighed. “In centuries, I have ended countless lives and never seen any evidence of gods or a world beyond our own. I have never received divine punishment. I have never encountered the vengeful spirit of a victim. People die and cease to be, that is the end of it. Or so I thought. No, I didn’t just think it, I knew.” There was real terror in his eyes, a silent and pervading dread as he looked up at you. “But I know with all certainty that my soul knows yours. We are bound somehow.” 

You nodded, already understanding the answer you sought from him. “I was yours in another life, and you were mine, in a room just like this. There was a maple tree with blood red leaves which burned like fire when the sun shone through them in the afternoon, and we would sit beneath it and curse the world together.”

“You say it so plainly.” He sighed, still agonizing even as he spoke. “It can’t be. But it is, isn’t it? You are her.”

“How long has it been?”

“A thousand years.”

“And the world is as shit to us as ever.”

The demon king laughed softly before laying back on the futon and making room for you to lay beside him. An overwhelming sense of belonging overcame you as you rested your head against his chest, like being swaddled in a warm blanket that had always been yours. 

There was nothing you could say to make sense of it, nothing you could offer him beyond the simple gesture of tenderly cupping his face and pressing your lips to his. And he kissed you like it was the first and last kiss you would ever share. Tender, adoring, desperate. The anger you had felt was gone, replaced by relief. Finally, finally you were home. 

“I wonder if it was just the once,” you mused later as you lay in his arms, your fingers idly fidgeting with the long waves of his hair. “Or have our paths crossed many times, many incarnations, and you’ve killed me in every one of them.”

His eyes narrowed and his lips pressed into a thin line. “Why would you put that thought into my head, you wretched thing?”

“Well, it would serve you right”

“Would it now?”

“Yes. The pitfalls of indiscriminate killing—”

“Ah.” The subtle smile dropped from his lips. 

You brought up a hand to rest against his cheek, relishing the way he closed his eyes and leaned into your touch. Oh, you were most assuredly going to hell, but he would be there alongside you, and in that notion you found a strange sort of solace. “I don’t know what will happen or how we’ll do it,” you said, pressing your lips to his brow, “but we’ll find a way to restore your humanity.”

His eyes shot open, brows slanting in confusion. The air seemed to shift, to become harsh and cold. “Restore my humanity?”

“Isn’t that what you want?”

He sat, pulling himself from your embrace and glaring back at you. “No.”

Your heart plummeted as he moved away, climbing from the bed and pacing toward the window with its nothingness beyond.

“Muzan, we can be together…”

“I will not surrender my strength, nor will I die. I will find the blue spider lily and become a perfect being, and I will make you immortal too. Fuck our souls, we will be bound together for eternity.”

“I don’t want that.” Horrified, you rose from the bed to follow him, reaching out to take his hand. In one swift motion he pulled it from your gentle grasp as though the touch of your hand burned him. “Muzan… we can save you. We can talk to Master Ubuyashiki. One of the hashira studies medicine. Maybe—”

“Enough! I will not die,” he hissed. “How dare you ask that of me?”

“How dare I? How dare you ask me to become like you?”

He froze, eyes wild with fury. “Like me? A monster? Is that what you think?”

“Do you deny it?” you asked. 

He simply looked away, his lip curling to reveal his elongated fangs. No matter how human he appeared, it was only ever a facade. 

“You are a monster. How many people have you killed? How many lives have you ended like they were nothing, mine included.” The fire in your belly rose once more as those crimson eyes burned through you, his slitted pupils narrowing. “Muzan, I love you, but I cannot love the demon you’ve become—”

“Then your love means nothing,” he said, turning his back to you. “And neither do you.” 

You were back in your room in the temple faster than you could blink, and Muzan was no longer there. Your anger spilled over, hot tears lining your eyelashes as you bitterly cursed his name. 

“Ah, my sweet thing, there you are,” Douma sing-songed from the corner of the room, causing your heart to freeze. 

“Oh, Douma,” you breathed, placing your hand over your racing heart. There was a strange sort of relief in seeing him, the familiarity and comfort of your old friend. 

He watched you, a curious smile playing across his lips as he toyed with a scrap of paper between his fingertips. “I found this in a little pouch in your dresser while I was tidying away your clothes. It’s very interesting.”

Every cell of your body screamed at you to run. That paper… the little scroll your crow had brought you, relieving you of your duty. “Wait—”

“I am writing to tell you that, should you believe this mission to be a lost cause, I give you my full support for you to leave the temple. At present there have been no sightings of the demon, Douma, nor of Muzan Kibutsuji.”

Your blood turned to ice as he recited Master Ubuyashiki’s letter. “Douma. That’s not—”

“Oh but this is my favorite part. It’s so sweet,” the demon chuckled as he continued reading, “You have done well and I do not wish for you to feel anything less than proud. Thank you for your bravery and for all that you have done to further our cause. Ubuyashiki Kagaya, master of the Demon Slayer Corps. What a nice man. He sounds very polite, except for the little matter of wanting to kill myself and my dear lord Muzan.” 

“Speak to Muzan. You don’t understand.” 

“Don’t I?” He pouted, his dark eyebrows slanting in contemplation. “I’ve met many little liars in my temple, but none of them are quite as horrible as you. You sat beside me, listening to my stories, making me believe we were friends, and all the while you were planning to kill me, weren’t you? You were daydreaming about cutting off my head.”

He closed the space between you, backing you into a corner, the air pulsing with danger and sickening dread. Your pulse thundered. Every hair on the back of your neck stood on end as the weight of inevitability crushed you. “Please, D—”

And those were the last words you ever spoke. 

Chapter 11. 

The replicated Heian-era room lay in rubble around Muzan, pieces of shattered pottery scattered on the tatami mats, the curtains torn to shreds. Wrath and ruin were all he was capable of, so wrath and ruin he embraced. 

How dare you. 

The thought of him as a mortal man, weak, fragile, every beat of his heart a countdown to inevitable death, filled him with dread and a fear like nothing else could conjure. 

At least, that's the way it had been before you came back to him. Now the thought of spending eternity alone was even worse.  

As much as you had angered him, you had impressed him too, fighting so defiantly against him, knowing full well that you could not win. You were exactly who he needed. Fate, cruel bitch that it was, was also absolutely correct in its insistence to bring you to him. He belonged to you, and you to him. 

Still, you would require time to think over all that had happened and give your temper time to cool, as would he. He resolved to return to the temple the next night and try again to make you see from his perspective. 

He crouched and began picking up the shards of pottery. In his own way he had come to love it, to cherish it, knowing that no matter how many times it was broken it could always be mended. 

As he collected the pieces, Nakime appeared in the window, kneeling respectfully at the threshold. “Lord Muzan, upper moon two has arrived in the Infinity Castle.”

Muzan clenched his back teeth. His mood was still sour from the quarrel, though he supposed, he should speak to Douma and inform him that you were to remain comfortable at the Eternal Paradise temple until the two of you were ready to converse civilly. If he could only make you see…

“Very well,” Muzan said.

She needed no further instruction. The upper moon appeared before him an instant later, his eyes wide as he took in the sight of the destruction all around the demon king. 

“My my, the place looks lovely,” Douma chuckled. The sickly scent of death and incense filled the room, closing Muzan’s throat. His footsteps padded against the floor to a torn curtain which he inspected and tutted mournfully. “Aw, this is silk. It’s very nice—”

“Douma,” Muzan said, not even sparing him a glance as he continued his meticulous recovery of the vase. “The woman you brought to me. Take care of her.”

“Already done, my lord.”

“Good.”

The upper rank smiled contentedly, laying on the futon with an exaggerated sigh. “Ahh… this is comfortable. Sadly I’ve already eaten tonight and I’m still full.” He patted his stomach and stared at the ceiling. “But she’s gone. You have nothing to worry about from nasty little slayers.”

Muzan grew still, his fingers hovering an inch above a shard. Since Douma arrived, the air reeked of death, of blood… of you. No… No. His blood ran cold. “What have you done?”

The fool sat up, that damnable smile plastered onto his face slowly slipping. “My lord?”

A feeling unlike anything Muzan had ever known surged in his chest. Dread more powerful than that of his own death which had haunted him for a thousand years. It was nauseating, chilling, he couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, couldn’t make sense of a single thing around him. All he knew was that he needed to go to you.

Nakime needed no instruction. A moment later Muzan was storming through the Eternal Paradise temple’s hallways toward your room. Dread sat like a lead weight on his chest, the cold creeping sensation of inevitability churning his stomach and darkening his vision. 

He felt so disgustingly human as he hesitated outside your door before sliding it open. 

Your room was as it always was, and there you lay, serenely tucked up in bed. Still, cold, lifeless. At once he had to turn away, his hands instinctively rising to cover his face as a burning hot mass gathered in the back of his throat and the world tilted around him. 

No. No. 

No it couldn’t be.

He summoned every ounce of strength he had, forcing the feeling down, commanding himself to remain calm.

“Stop this at once,” Muzan hissed, his intense gaze remaining fixed on the wall beside the door, refusing to look at you. “Whatever this is. If it’s some way to punish me for what I said, then consider the punishment dealt. You’ve done enough.”

Nothing. No subtle hiss of breath, no sign of life. Only death. Only emptiness. 

He turned back to face you once more, met with that awful, beautiful sight. 

Douma had indeed taken care of you, the shred of humanity his soul yet clung to ensuring your death was quick and painless. Eventually you would have been discovered and it would have been assumed that you died comfortably in your sleep, warm and at peace. Ascended to the paradise the temple promised. 

“Wake up!” Muzan snapped, the lights in the room flickering with his outburst. 

But you did not.

“Fine. If it pleases you to try it, we’ll search for a cure, as you call it. Will that make you happy? Will it bring you b—” He bit back his words, painfully aware of how pathetic he sounded. Gods, he was choking. 

He was still holding the shards of that damned vase, he realized, so he set them on the end of your bed before sitting beside you, lifting you into his arms and holding you to him. He’d watched you sleep for so many nights, listened to your shallow breaths, watched the subtle shifts in your features, the flickering of your eyelids as you dreamed, listened to you mumble and sigh. So many nights, yet, so few. And now there would be no more. 

You were gone. 

“I suppose you expect me to endure this life alone again for a thousand years?” he asked you, knowing you wouldn’t respond. “Is that my punishment for saying that you and your love meant nothing? Hm?”

A tear landed on your cheek, but it could not have been his. No, he would not believe that. Tears were a symptom of humanity, a sickness he was long ago rid of. He was loath to let them trickle down his cheeks. It was beneath him. 

“How dare you,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss the smooth space between your brow, hoping to find comfort where there could never be any again. “You said earlier that you remembered cursing the world with me. That the world was as shit to us as ever it was but there was more we didn’t get to say. So much more.” He smoothed a hand across your hair before standing, carrying your body in his arms as he left the room, if only to get away from the cloying scent of incense which pervaded the air. How he despised it, pressing his nose instead to the top of your head, breathing in your familiar scent. 

“The world is cruel,” he said, “It has always been. To take you from me once more… and yet it brought you to me. And I do not know which I resent more.”

He carried you outside, to where the air was clear and the maple tree’s leaves fluttered softly to the earth, laying a crimson carpet for the two of you to rest upon. The sky was already turning from black to deep blue, and his demonic instinct begged him to retreat, but he told himself he would hold you there a little while, until the ache in his chest ceased.

Even then, he knew it was a lie. There was nothing waiting for him once he let you go.

“A lonely eternity, knowing what could have been,” he whispered, his hand gliding  down your cold cheek, wiping away the mess of tears that had accumulated on your skin. “That is the hell you’ve condemned me to with your love. Even if your soul is reborn, what chance is there you will cross my path again? And how long will it be? How long are you going to make me wait this time? Centuries upon centuries, you stubborn creature.” A bitter huff of laughter escaped him, and he shook his head, raising his eyes to the rapidly brightening sky. 

He had once enjoyed the way the sunlight shone through the red leaves, the fiery light it cast down upon the two of you as you sat in your garden centuries ago. Every cell in his body told him to run, to hide from the merciless glare. But what could he run to? What was left for him? He could not answer, and so he remained, cradling your lifeless body in his arms. 

“I am afraid,” he admitted. “But then… I have always been.”

You had always softened the world’s hard edges. You with your patient love. And so he held you firm.

The sun was still hidden behind the mountains when the pain began, but Muzan was accustomed to pain. Besides, it was only cells and nerve endings. Grief was a far deeper, more savage agony, one he clung to as his grip around you tightened and the maple leaves began to glow that brilliant, blazing red. 

And then, there was nothing. 

Muzan stood alone in darkness, the white cloth of his kosode stark against the abyss. Panic struck his heart, the sudden realization that you were no longer in his arms, that he had let you go. He was alone. He called your name again and again, bleating helplessly into that eternal night.

“I’m here,” you said, and at once his heart knew peace. 

He fell to his knees before you as you wrapped your arms around him, cradling his head against you and stroking your hand through the long waves of his hair. He no longer had the power to change it, he realized, but strangely, that no longer mattered. 

“Forgive me,” he whispered, holding you to him with a strength far beyond anything he had possessed as a demon. 

“Always,” you said. 

“I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to find you.”

Heat pressed against his back, the beckoning glow of hellfire he couldn’t shut out no matter how tightly he squeezed his eyes shut and hid his face against you. 

“I think we’ll always find each other,” you said, your comforting touch enabling him to stand and face the inevitable. “And before you try to argue, I am coming with you. I have no intention of being reborn into a world you aren’t a part of.”

With the flames licking at his back, Muzan found himself able to stand, and unable to stop himself from smiling. You were right, there was little point in arguing. You were far too stubborn. So he took your hand, and walked into hell at your side. 

“My love,” he said. “My stubborn, ridiculous woman. I will love you for eons… even if the world will not allow it.”

Chapter 12- Another Life. 

“Your bloodwork results are promising,” Doctor Kocho said, switching the display so Muzan's tablet screen filled with the report from his recent tests. “If this continues I think it’s safe to say we should stick with the Lycorisol.”

Muzan nodded. “Agreed. It seems to be working well.”

“How are your pain levels?”

“About a five.”

“That’s good, considering when you first came to me you told me the numbers on the scale didn’t go high enough and you had quite a few choice suggestions on where I should shove my charts.”

“And look at me now,” he said dryly, watching as a black car pulled up on the gallery’s security screen monitor. His first visitor was right on time. 

The doctor laughed quietly. “Hopefully that number will be even lower at our next appointment.”

Muzan hummed in acknowledgement. Hope was becoming a familiar feeling, though one he remained hesitant to trust fully. “Thank you for your time, doctor. I’ll speak to you again next month.”

“Always a pleasure, Mr. Kibutsuji. Good luck with the exhibition.”

He ended the call, and pulled in a steadying breath. 

The exhibition had taken years of planning, and now that it was happening, he found himself uncharacteristically nervous. His shoes and walking cane clicked rhythmically on the polished wooden floor as he walked through his exhibit for what must be the hundredth time, inspecting each piece, as if decades’ of passion and practice could ever be erased simply by one of his vases being a fraction off-center. He was being ridiculous. 

Over the years he had honed his skills as a potter, his fascination with recreating ancient techniques and styles of ceramic bordering on obsession. Or so the magazine reviews had said anyway. 

His attention was drawn by the soft tap of footsteps behind him as a visitor entered the gallery, and at once his heart began to race. Nervous didn’t cover it. 

You walked slowly from piece to piece, studying the vases one by one, reading the little plaques he’d meticulously typed up describing his process behind each vase. And he could see it in your eyes, the vague interest but soul-deep yearning for… for what? That was what he needed to understand. What was the thing his pieces were lacking? Why did it never quite feel right? 

And then his eyes met yours and the world stood still. 

“Welcome,” he heard himself saying, though it seemed an insufficient greeting. He never was much of a people person.

“Hi,” you replied with a smile he almost felt he knew. “Are you the artist?”

He nodded. “I am. Muzan Kibutsuji.”

“It’s wonderful to meet you. I’ve been a fan of yours for a long time.”

“Oh…” His cheeks grew mortifyingly warm. “A fan.”

Gods, what was wrong with him? 

Your slanted smile made his pulse thunder, the sensation of your palm against his as the two of you shook hands damn near made him lightheaded. Yes, you were physically attractive to him, of course you were, but there was something else too. He’d known you for all of a minute, and yet the yearning he felt, the longing…

“This is going to sound so silly, but I think I’ve been daydreaming about coming here for so long I feel like we’ve already met,” you said. 

He gripped the head of his cane so tightly he felt as though the wood would splinter beneath his hand. “Well, you’re welcome to stay as long as you like.”

“Oh, I could stay forever.”

“Please do,” he said, snapping his mouth shut as soon as the words left his lips.

But you simply laughed, quietly and not at all unkindly, glancing away as your own complexion darkened. And that’s when your eyes met the vase in the corner, the only one in the exhibition he had not made himself. 

“Oh… wow…” you said, walking closer to the piece. 

“Ah, that’s actually the vase which began my love of ceramics,” he said, standing beside you and finding himself transfixed by it as he always did. “I discovered the fragments inside an abandoned temple when I was twelve years old. The vase itself dates all the way back to the Heian period. It’s been broken and fixed many times. I used to play with it, putting it back together over and over like a puzzle until I learned the art of kintsugi.”

Your eyes traced the cracks he had permanently and painstakingly repaired with lacquer and gold powder. “It’s… I don’t know what it is…”

His heart sank just a little. “I suppose to most people it’s just a vase but I’ve always felt drawn to it.”

“No,” you said. “It’s not just a vase, is it? It’s a story.”

“Yes.” Muzan’s breath shook as he found himself suddenly on the verge of tears. His eyes met yours, and at once he felt as though he had found his place in the world. “You understand.”

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Three years later that vase stood on a plinth at the very same gallery as guests mingled and congratulated you on your marriage. 

Your new husband glared from across the room, his social battery completely drained and yet he couldn’t quite hold back the wry smile tilting the corner of his lips at the sight of you in your wedding dress. 

Not that he didn’t look absolutely gorgeous himself in his sleek black suit. So gorgeous, in fact, that you found yourself completely unable to stop staring at him.

He said something inaudible to the people surrounding him and made his way toward you.  

“Mrs. Kibutsuji…” he said as he approached, his hand slipping around your waist to rest on the small of your back as he pressed his lips to your brow. “I’m tired.”

“I know, love. We only have four more hours of wedding to endure,” you said leaning into his kiss. “But if you like we can bail and head back to the hotel–”

“No, let's stay, I haven't danced with my wife yet, ” he said, the gentle smile he reserved so often for you softening his features, “I am, however, keen to stop… how did you phrase it?”

“Playing nice?”

“Yes.”

You chuckled as he led you to the dance floor, swaying you to the music. Your husband was a curmudgeon– often with good reason– but he was completely, undeniably besotted with you. It was plain to see in his eyes, those soft reddish-brown eyes which gazed at you like you were the only person in the universe for him. And he was certainly the only one in the universe for you. 

He grimaced at the sudden shower of flashes from the guests’ cameras.

You couldn’t help but laugh as his misery compounded. “You poor thing, it’s killing you, isn’t it?”

“I must have done something awful in a past life,” he grumbled, but he didn’t mean it one bit. Muzan, despite his outward appearance, was happier than he had ever been. And so were you. 

“You must have,” you said, your lips seeking his, your heart full with the knowledge that Muzan Kibutsuji, that terrible, wonderful man was yours forever. 

THE END. 

Mizan kibutsuji x pregnant!reader

Cw; fluff, pregnant!reader, happy marriage, modern au of course, happy!muzan, dadbod!muzan

Muzan kibutsuji x fem!reader

Cw; romance, suggestive, fluff, marriage

Muzan kibutsuji x fem!reader

Cw; fluff, suggestive, romance

Could you do child reader for demon slayer, how would the hashira’s react or comfort child reader after she wakes up from a nightmare

(also Idk if I spell hashira right also I love reading the stories you make)

ʜᴇʟʟᴏ(•̀’◡’•̀)ﾉ thank you❤ I enjoy writing these

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Tengen

You had frequent nightmares

Tengen was always the one to calm you down before tucking you back to sleep or taking you to his room to sleep with his wives

(he doesn't usually like the latter tho)

Tengen, Hina, Makio, and Suma were cuddled up in the middle of the night when Tengen woke up to the uneasy sound of your breathing.

"Must be another nightmare." He muttered to himself accidentally waking Hina.

"Is something wrong?" She asked as she started to get up but Tengen stopped her.

"No it's just the kid. I'll be back." He replied while getting up.

He made his way to your room to find you only to bump into you in the hallway.

"What are you doing out of your room?" He asked while looking down at your disheveled form. You were shivering even though you were wrapped in a blanket and your hair was going everywhich way.

"Can't sleep so I was going for a walk." You replied.

"At this hour? No you're goin' back to bed." He soothed as he patted your shoulders and turned you around to guide you back to your room.""At this hour? No you're goin' back to bed." He soothed as he patted your shoulders and turned you around to guide you back to your room.

"But I'm not tired." You panicked, not ready to go back yet. Tengen heard you heartbeat pick up as you got closer to your room, "Wait can I sleep in your room please. I don't want to be alone."

"C'mon kid." He chuckled as he led the way back to his room with you close behind.

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Rengoku

The nightmares weren't your problem it was the aftermath

you were in a panic every time and the reason always changed

1 - it felt like your blanket was suffocating you so kyojuro stopped tucking you in tight

2 - Your door being closed made you claustrophobic so he felt your door halfway open

Shinjuro was up drinking when he heard a thud from your room. He wasn't going to check on you until it kept happening. He sighed as he got up and walked down the hall to Kyojuro's room.

"HEY!" He yelled at the sleeping hashira, "Can't you hear that?"

Kyojuro listened intently until he heard another thud, "I'm sorry for disturbing you father."

He surried out of his room to yours to find that you had been bumping into the walls.

"Y/n?"

"Mr. Kyo? It's too dark in here.... I woke up and I couldn't see." Your voice wavering as you tried not to cry.

"It's ok... How about we get some water and try to go back to sleep, okay?"

You nodded, and Kyojuro lit a candle and led you to the kitchen for some water. After you got settled back in your bed, he stayed up to make you fell asleep, then he put the candle out and went to sleep himself.

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Sanemi

If you're looking for comfort you're not gonna get it

He not good with emotions and you cry so much that you can't even explain what's wrong

he just lets you cry it out while he has a cup of water for you so he's not dehydrated

one thing he does do is make sure you know that you're safe

Sanemi woke up to you crying. He gave you a few minutes hoping you'd calm yourself down but once he realized you weren't he gathered things you liked. A snack, water, your favorite book.

When he finally made it to your room, he opened your door, and you calmed down upon seeing him. You ran to him and clung to his legs much to his dismay.

"Cry it out kid." He awkwardly patted your head until you calmed down enough to pick you up and put you back on your bed, "Drink this." He tried to hand you the water but you refused. He sighed and tried to tuck you in bed but you pushed the blanket off.

"What do you want." He said through his teeth.

"It's too quiet."

"do you want me to read to you?"

You nodded and he opened the book he picked up and started reading from the beginning. Sanemi was more than halfway through the book before he realized you were asleep.

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Gyomei

you rarely had nightmares and he made sure of that

You had enough problems in your life without nightmares

Gyomei made sure inscents with calming effects were burning everyday

"GYOMEI!" You called out running through the halls to find him.

"GYO YOU DIDN'T LIGHT THE LAVENDER!" You yelled running past the engage not even noticing the hashira.

"Y/n stop running you could get hurt." He scolded

You stopped and turned around with tears streaming down your face, "you didn't burn the lavender and I had a nightmare." You cried.

"I didn't? Are you sure."

"I'm positive."

"I'm sorry for the turmoil I've caused you." He stared to tear up, "but you were so brave for coming to find me. Usually you stay in your room. I'm proud of you."

"Thank you." You sniffled.

"Now how about we get you back in bed and this time I'll make sure the lavender is burning."

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Obanai

you got on his last nerve

but he couldn't blame you for it he found you about to get eaten by a demon of course you're traumatized

You ate when he ate

You drank when he drank

For you to even think of laying down he was he be doing the same

Sanemi teases him for having a copycat

You can obanai shared a room with you, having your futon set up in the corner away from the door while he was in the center where you could see him.

The two of you were sleeping when you started to stir. You were tossing and turning, you even rolled out of your futon. Kaburamaru noticed and slithered over to you. He woke you the only way he knew how, he bit your hand.

"OW!" You cried while Kaburamaru slithered back to obanai. Obanai jumped up and looked toward you.

"What happend?" He yawned.

"Kabu bit me." You whined while rubbing your hand.

Obanai rubbed his face before going over to you and examining the bite.

"You were having another nightmare weren't you?"

"Yeah."

"Wanna talk about it?"

"No."

"Then lay back down. You'll be fine, you're safe hear but if something is wrong I'm never far from you. Understand?"

"Understood."

"Good.... Your hand in fine, goodnight."

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Giyuu

all I can imagine is you standing at his bedroom door like "I threw up..."

He's so tired but at least taking care of you is also a way of taking care of himself

Giyuu couldn't sleep so he went to check on you before going to meditate but she he got close to your door he heard you crying.

*knock knock knock*

"Y/n can I come in?" He didn't wait for a response before he opened the door to see you under your covers crying.

"Y/n?" He said quietly, "whats wrong?"

"I had a nightmare... About a demon coming to get me." You cried. Giyuu cautiously approached you and placed a hand on your back.

"Demons can't get you in here. This place is protected and even if they did get in, Ill be here to protect you."

You sniffled and peaked out from under your blanket, "really?"

"Yes really. Ill be here until you fall asleep. Okay?" You nodded, "alright now close your eyes and take deep breath."

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Shinobu

living in a hospital was not good for you but you had no choice

you saw all types of injuries and bodies

She tries to keep you away from other patients but she can't stop your wondering eyes

Shinobu was checking on you in the middle of the night to change your fluids when she found you wide away staring at the wall with wide-eyes.

"Y/n is something bothering you sweetheart?"

"That slayer that came in had tiny arms and legs... It was gross." You shivered causing the insect hashira to laugh.

"I warned you about leaving your room when there are new arrivals."

"I know but I was hungry but I wish I just starved."

"Silly girl, lay down and think about something else."

"I can't it was horrifiing."

"Well try for me please. You need sleep to regain your strength."

"Ok... " You yawned and layed down, watching as shinobu replaced your empty iv bag with a new one and falling asleep in the process.

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Mitsuri

a nightmare??

oh that won't do she can't have you be scared in her care

If you to scared to sleep by yourself she'll make room in her bed for you

If you're hungry - say no more cause she'll make you a midnight snack

Or if you just want to talk she'll listen

"Ms. Kanroji." you gently shook her, "Ms. kanro-"

"Oh sweetie what are you doing up?" She was quick to pull you into a hug. It was so comforting that you almost fell asleep.

"I had a nightmare. Can I sleep in here tonight?"

"Of course you can. You don't even have to ask." She moved over as you make yourself comfortable cuddling against her.

"Your such a strong child. Youve been through so much and your still so kind. I don't think you have a mean bone in your-" Mitsuri's voice was so calming it made you drift of to sleep.

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[LATE] HAPPY NEW YEARS

Sorry I haven't been posting much lately. Alot has been going on with health (the writers curse is real😭), family, the US. MY new year resolution is to post more than last year. I hope everyone is doing okay.

Requests are closed.

Can you do a part 2 of where Y/n is the sister of Giyuu that escaped the Infinity Castle??? You don't have to if you don't want but I really look foward to it😌✨

Also I wanted to say that I love your writtings, I really liked the serie where reader has botanic BDA 😌 and the hashiras' (how do I call that, serie?) mini serie.

Take care!

So sorry for the wait I've just started college and have been drowning in work😭

Thank you so much❤ there will be an update to the BDA series soon. Are you talking about the father series?

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　After you said your name the hashira were silent. They whipped their heads to look and Giyuu who was to busy staring at you to notice.

"Is something wrong."

"Do you not... Recognize me?" Giyuu stammered.

You examined his face, he bore some resemblance to your twin but he looked so different. Not just in age but you almost didn't recognize him cause he was like a shell of his former self.

"Giyuu? It can't be." You gasped as you started to get up and walk towards him.

"It's me."

You shakingly walked up to him and sat on your feet, observing his face. You grabbed his face.

"You look so different... So grown up." You said as you started to tear up.

"You look the same." He grabbed your hands from his cheeks and pulled you into a tight hug.

That comment broke you. You haven't changed much while in the Infinity castle because of malnutrition. You've missed so much time, cried so many tears thinking you were gonna die alone down there. It's almost unbelievable that you are alive and with your twin.

Your tears drowned out the rest of the meeting.

*time skip*

After saying goodbye to everyone Giyuu took you to his house. You couldn't help but feel uncomfortable, you haven't been around humans for years.

He showed you around with a smile on his face. He lead you to the kitchen where he cooked a big meal just for you.

As you both sat at the table he started to eat while you just stared at the food, it didn't take him long to notice.

"Are you alright? Why aren't you eating?"

"Huh oh umm... I'm ok." You take a bowl of (f/f) and start eating, "It's just not what I'm used to."

"What are you used to?"

You didn't respond thinking about the ways Douma would make you eat, trying to get a different reaction out of you each time. You shake your head getting rid of those thoughts as you forced a smile.

"Nothing. Im fine, promise."

Although Giyuu didn't believe you he let it because he knew you went through a lot.

After dinner you enjoyed a nice long and very needed bath before Giyuu showed you to you room right next to his.

He helped you set up your futon.

"I know you might not wanna talk about anything that happened but I'm here. I'll always be here for you. Whatever you need just ask." He held you in a tight embrace.

"Thank you Giyuu." You muttered before he let you go.

"Good night." He said walking out.

"Good night."

As you lay down and listened to the silence around you, you realized that you were free—truly free—after a year of torment.

"I'm alive." You whispered to no one as you drifted asleep.

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hiii just found you, and was wondering if you could do like the hashira’s reactions to a half demon, half human child (maybe toddler age). The child would be introduced at one of the hashira meetings

Then again I don’t know if you’ve already done this but yeah…

I have done something similar but I can't find it

Demon slayer masterlist

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"Hey, kid!" A lowered rank yelled at you. It was the middle of the night and you were alone in the middle of the woods, playing without a care in the world.

"Kid where are your parents!" He got closer while still yelling.

This time you turned to face him. Your eyes glowed in the dark scaring the poor guy.

"Hi." You smiled while waving.

"What are you doing out here?"

"playin' "

"Where are your parents?" He asked again. You shrugged your shoulders.

"Come with me I'll take you somewhere safe." He leaned down to your height while holding out his arm, You hesitantly took it.

He took you to the master's estate in hopes of him finding a place for you

Ubuyashiki couldn't find your family so he made arrangements for you to live with him and his family

during this time his wife noticed your weird behaviors like not eating or sleeping, feeling nauseous around the scent of wisteria, your skin getting irritated when your out in the sun for too long

She brought this up with her husband and he asked you If you were a demon to which you replied

"Yes and no but master said it's a secret"

it's no longer a secret cause he called a meeting

"Hello my children, I've called you all here on account of my guest. A child was found playing in the woods, They have been living here for a while and we have suspected they might be a cross of demon and human."

"How is that possible?"

"Can we met them."

"I don't want to met another demon." Sanemi said with a tone of arrogance.

"Then go home no one needs the attitude." Tengen sassed.

"You-"

"I for one would like to see what they are like!" Rengoku boasted, accidentally cutting Sanemi off. He couldn't hear him.

"Are we sure it's safe. We do not know its intention." Gyomei asked.

"During the time they were here they never ate or was agressive towards anyone. Why don't you come out Y/n, I know you're listening."

You slightly opened the door to the engawa and peaked your head out.

"They're gonna kill me." You whined.

"No ones gonna kill you," Ubuyashiki and his children chuckled, "Can you come here please."

You thought for a minute before slowly making your way over to him, careful not making eye contact with the hashira.

"Aw how cute." Mitsuri gushed.

"What's wrong with it."

"Still with the attitude."

"Poor thing is scared." Gyomei started to tear up.

"They don't look the least bit demon." Iguro noted.

"Cause I'm not... Not fully." You said.

"What does that mean, Y/n?" Kagaya asked.

You shrugged, Sanemi groaned, "No disrespect master, but I don't see the purpose of keeping it alive."

"I second that."

"I told you they wanted to kill me!" You cried while running back into the mansion.

"...Well then I guess this meeting it over. You are dismissed."

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CouldI was looking at your other account and I liked the headcanons of the father figure(kny)and I wanted to ask for one. the father who is someone more sentimental but his face is stoic. It's like you see him from afar and you feel that he's rude until you talk to him and he talks to you very happy and with a big smile. Thank u for this

An: for the fathers I go with their occupation from other fics.

Mitsuri's ff is a Baker. Giyuu and Rengoku's is a retired hashira. Shinobu's is a doctor. Obanai, muichirou, sanemi and tengen are people from their past.

Some of them takes place during the training arc

Demon slayer masterlist

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Tengen thinks that your intimidating aura is flashy

Makio is similar to Tengen but she wised you had the attitude to match your face

Suma makes you laugh a lot and doesn't understand how anyone can even think you could be rude

Hina thinks you're the sweetest man she's met

Hashira training is harsh and Tengen was working the young slayers to the bone. You were helping Hina, Makio and Suma cook/distribute the food.

As you made your way around passing out food, the chatter died down. You didn't notice but what you did notice was Tanjiro talking in a group.

His eyes beamed when they met yours. You walked over making the boys shiver away from you.

"L/n is nice to see you again."

"You to Tanjiro." You gave him a soft smile, "Would you like some more."

"Yes, please." He offered his bowl.

"Y/n yours supposed to be working not talking." Tengen called out to you. You ignored him and turned to the trainies aroudn you.

"Did you boys eat your fill?"

They all nodded and you said your goodbyes. as you were walking away you heard the boys quietly bumbard Tanjiro with questions.

"How are you not scared of him?

"You talk so causally with him, I'm jelous."

"How'd you get him to smile?"

You laughed to yourself.

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I can see Kyojuro practicing smiling with you so that, in his words, it becomes natural

Ubuyashiki jokes about you getting your unfriendly vibes from being around Shinjuro

Senjuro doesn't think you're intimidating but he's bias

You Senjuro and Kyojuro were at the market buying things for dinner. It's always nice to get out of the house every once in a while and the villagers are very kind, especially since the Rengoku family is known slayers.

On this particular outing a group of kids (5 or 6 of them) were playing around the food booths. As Senjuro was picking out ripe fruit you watched as one of the smaller kids stopped playing and went to the closest stand, coincidentally the one you were at, and attempt to grab as much as they could.

You stopped them by grabbing anything and leaned down to their height.

"You and your friends have a nice distraction but stealing isn't okay so how about we pay for this huh." You tried to smile like Kyojuro taught you but it made you the kid cry instead.

You were flushed as you tried to get the kid to calm down, their friends came to see what was the problem but when you turned to them with a helpless expression they cautiously apporached you.

You look at the crying child, "There no need to cry." You turn to the group of kids, "and there's no need to steal. Grab whatever you need and I'll pay for it."

At that you and the group of kids went stall to stall buying enough food for them and their families.

One the walk back to the house.

"I think you handled that well. I mean only one kid cried." Kyojuro patted your back.

"ONLY ONE?"

"Its better than all of them crying right?"Senjuro chimed in.

You sighed, "I guess."

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Obanai thinks you have a screw loose

You can act tuff and scary but you're literally a golden retriever

Obanai had just gotten back from eating out with Mitsuri to find you passed out, bleeding from the head while Kakushi fussed over you.

He rushed over to find out what happened but when he saw the look on your face he wanted to walk away.

You had a stupidly wide smile on your face as you held onto a broken tree branch.

"I don't know what happened I went to go make tea when I heard a thud. I'm so sorry Mr. Obanani." They cried but Obanai ignored them.

"What did you do." He questioned.

"I saw that a bird had fallen out of its nest so I put it back but on my way down the branch broke." You confessed still smilling like an idiot.

"Take him to Shinobu." He sighed as he looked up at the tree you fell from to see the mama bird staring back at him.

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I honestly find Sanemi to be nice but in a brutally honest mean way ya know?

Genya likes having you around, especially when Sanemi is around

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Mui doesn't say much about but he would compare you to a sting-ray

You are pretty to look at and harmless as long as no one hits are one nerve that only he can

"Oh Mui, be nice to them they look exhausted." You said, "Just cause Tanjiro isn't here doesn't mean you can bully them." It was the end of the day and the trainers were washing up.

"Its training, They'll be fine if they're strong enough."

You sighed and patted Mui on the back before checking on the trainees.

"Are you boys okay?"

"We're fine, sir."

"Are you sure?"

It looked like a few of them wanted to say something but they decided to keep their mouth shut.

"Then I guess none of you would like these sweets courtesy of the love hashira." You gestured to a cart full of treats. In an instant, they surrounded the cart and ate their fill.

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twins

that's all I have to say

Giyuu was being followed by Tanjiro all day. You were asleep when he burst in your room asking for help.

"Y/n please help me." He shook you awake. You yawn and rolled over, clinging to sleep.

"Good morning, L/n." An enthusiastic voice called from your door causing you to shoot up. Looking over to Giyuu you mouthed 'he's still here' before getting up and opening your door.

"Good morning, forgive me for my appearance I didn't expect you here again." You blocked his view of your room with his body.

"You seem tired, sorry for bothering you."

"Oh, you're never a bother. Here for Giyuu?" You smiled.

"Yeah but I haven't seen him yet."

"Why don't you wait in the front I'm sure He'll show up sooner or later."

"Okay, thank you."

You watched a Tanjiro wobbled to the entrance of the estate. You gently closed your door and turned to giyuu.

"Seriously. You can't just talk to him." Your face dropped.

"He's persistent."

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Shinobu likes that fact that your scary because no one has the balls to aruge with you about treatment

Aoi likes when you come to help for the same reason.

"Oto-san, can you help Aoi in the infirmary?" Shinobu said knocking on your door.

Sighing you stopped what you were doing and got presentable.

"Of course, how many slayers are there?"

"Full house."

"What happened to them?" You gasped as the two of you walked to the infirmary.

"Most of them are from Sanemi and Obanai's training."

"I'm gonna strangle those two." You hissed as you opened the door to the infirmary.

Shinobu is scary all by herself but the two of you together is suffocating.

"Good you're here. Please help." Aoi begged. You laughed as you watched the triplets go around with trays of medicine and got to work.

You handled everything with care and precision, Unfortunately, when you were focused you had an RBF. The trainees knew they were in good hands but they couldn't help but feel nervous around you.

As you said goodnight to everyone you smiled and wished them well.

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Mitsuri had only seen you mad once and that was when she got her uniform

"Y/N I FOUND A STRAY KITTY." Kanroji burst into your bakery with the kitten wrapped in her haori.

"Aw poor thing." You cooed as you wiped your hands on your apron, then took it off. You carefully took the small thing into your arms and brought it to an empty table in the dining area.

The cat was huffing like a dog. It was overheated.

You quickly got it some water in a dish.

As the day went on, you and Kanroji watched over the cat as it slowly gained the strength to walk again.

"So what are you gonna do with it?" She asked as it purred in your lap.

"I'll keep em." You smiled as your patrons watched the adorable scene, silently waiting for you to take their orders. They wouldn't dare say it tho.

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Hear me out. Hear me tf out. A reader who is Tomioka’s fraternal twin and got separated from him when he ran into the mountains, with the relatives failing to find him but catching her. Anyway, she suddenly jumps out of the infinity castle during that one moment in the first episode of the Hashira training arc. Like, just as the door is about to close, this lady just appears and uses the demon as a stepping stone to jump out, and once it closes the momentum has her slamming onto the ground and rolling a couple of feet. And she just kind of lies there before rolling over and staring at the sky, before starting to laugh and cry at the same time, babbling about how she made it, she’s alive, she’s out of that place. Now, Sanemi and Obanai have no idea who this lady is, but they want answers as to why the hell she just jumped out of that place. She’s covered in scratches and had torn her kimono to knee-length for more mobility in there. Anyway, the Kakushi bringing her to headquarters to get her treated and during the Hashira meeting Sanemi or Obanai just mention this girl who was there in their mission and who is getting checked over by the butterfly girls, but she might have important information. Pls make a fic of this.

I liked writing this it was fun. Thank you for requesting ヾ(≧▽≦*)o

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It felt like an eternity since you were kidnapped by Douma but you remember your life before. You remember running with your sister and brother, only stopping when reaching a clearing in the forest. Your sister urged you and your twin to keep moving but when you tried to stand you found yourself in an unfamiliar place.

The Infinity Castle.

It's been years before since you've seen the sun but you didn't lose hope. Your sister and brother were out there, hopefully. They become your reason for living.

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"Awww look at you. A rare beauty but so playful... please come out, I'm not gonna hurt you." Douma laughed.

You held your breath as you hid from the demon. Quietly maneuvering through the infinite rooms in vain. You've been playing hide n seek for hours, without food or water your body is sure to give out any minute now.

"I think I really lost you. Come out please, you'll be dead if Master finds you. Besides all that I know you're hungry, you haven't eaten in a few days. You won't last long if you keep with up." He pleaded, his voice becoming quieter the more you moved but you couldn't tell if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

As you walked through one of the rooms you saw a demon falling from what seemed to be different from the rest of the castle's terrain. It was an opening. Something that you had been tortured with, he would make an opening far enough way so that you would have to run to get to it. Of course, he was always faster and he wouldn't even let you get close.

But this time he didn't know where you were plus he didn't open it.

This was your chance to escape and you didn't waste it.

luckily for you the room you were in was close enough to make it even with your limited stamina.

You ran as fast as you could, taking the demon by surprise and using your momentum, propelled yourself through the opening right as the demon slayer stabbed the ground.

You made it.

You got as far away from the opening as you could. you laid on your back looking up at the moon. It finally hit you, You really got out. After years of being in that horrible place, you finally escaped.

You start to smile as tears welled up in your eyes. You gasped for air but a strained laugh left your lips when you exhaled. It quickly developed into deranged and uncontrollable laughter as the crocodile tears wouldn't stop.

The two demon slayers stared at you not knowing what to do.

"Hey, what were you doing in there?" Sanemi questioned as he pointed his sword at you.

It took you a moment to calm youut as you were about to speak you passed out.

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*two weeks later*

"Her injuries are minor but she has so many of them that she lost a lot of blood. Judging by her physical condition she's malnourished and has been sleep-deprived for a while. It's better to let her rest for now." Ubuyashiki's son read out Shinobu's note at a hashira meeting.

"Sanemi, you and Obanai found her while in pursuit of a demon correct? Was there anything unusual about her?"

"Yes sir, she jumped out of the infinity castle as a demon went in. She was hysterical before she passed out." Sanemi explained as everyone listened intensely.

"When she wakes up I would like to talk to her with all of you present."

The rest of the meeting was uneventful.

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Shinobu personally looked after you while you were recovering. You didn't wake up for another week and when you did, Shinobu ensured you were healthy enough before bringing you to a meeting.

She gave you new clothes and a nice meal before leading you to the demon slayers' headquarters.

You were met with a kind smile from the master which you returned. You sat on the gravel in front of the master.

None of the hashira had arrived yet.

"How are you feeling?" Ubuyashiki asked.

"I'm feeling much better. Thank you."

"That's good to hear. Do you have any plans after this is over?

"Hmm... I haven't thought about it. I have no home to go back to and my fam- I don't know what happened to my family." You muttered the last part.

"That's ok, we can talk about that later."

One by one the hashira arrived and sat in their usual positions.

"Hello, my children it's nice to see all of you in good condition. Now to the matter a hand, Ma'am can you tell us how you got into the demons domain." Ubuyashiki opened the floor for you to talk.

"I honestly don't know, one minute I was running with my brother and sister then the next I was in a room."

This caught Giyuu's attention.

"What was it like in there."

"Torture. I could barely eat, sleep, or even breathe without being watched. And the place was never-ending and constantly changing."

"DID YOU SEE KIBUTSUJI?" The wind hashira barked.

"Kibutsuji?"

"Muzan Kibutsuji. The demon king." Ubuyashiki explained.

"Oh, Douma kept me away from him. He said if the master saw me he'd kill me. Douma is a demon with long blonde hair, a golden fan and colorful eyes."

"Did he have a number engraved in his eye? If so what was it?"

"Number 2."

"Forgive me for being so rude but I forgot to ask for your name."

"It's Tomioka Y/n."

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i hope you like it

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

I've been away for a while posting here and there but now I'm a little more free.

i forgot i wrote this but i love it

can I request a Uzui tsuguko reader seeing Uzui like a love/hate brotherly figure? And how Uzui would deal with the 25 years age limit after they take their place as a hashira and awake a mark??

sorry my english sucks 🤡

Sorry posts are taking so long a family member is very sick. I was so close to crying while writing this.

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"Hey, your forms wrong... again. " Tengen commented as he sat on the engawa eating sweet potatoes that Rengoku brought over for you.

key words: For You.

"Show me then instead of being an asshole and watching. Your supposed to be teaching me aren't you?" You sassed back, dropping your sword to take a break. Looking over to him you take notice of what he's eating.

"HEY THOSE ARE MINE." You took off in a sprint to get to him.

Tengen ran into the house with you hot on his tail.

Makio stopped the both of you and scolded you like children and when she was done she made you both face the wall and sitting in the corner.

This happened often before tengen retired and you took his place.

The first mission you went on you encountered and lower moon and gained your mark. (let's say muzan didn't kill them after Rui died)

Tengen was devastated, he practically forced you to retire

So we're Hina, Suma and Makio

You were 20

They made sure your last 5 years were the best of your life

When you turned 24 Suma cried a lot, Makio fussed less and Hina... Was Hina

Tengen talked to you for as long as he could everyday

The wanted you to know that you were loved up until you final moments

The day on your 25th birthday you woke up to the 4 of them surrounding you, each with smiles on their faces.

"Happy birthday" they said in unison.

'Ok not creepy at all' you thought to yourself as you try and sit up but your body felt heavier than usual. Must be the effects of the mark.

Makio and Suma are closest to you and held you up.

"Thank you. So what's on today's agenda?"

"Nothing much seems like your not up to it anyway." Tengen could hear the way your bones ached as you moved.

The day moved by quickly, too quickly for Tengens liking.

You ate, you laughed, you cried and now it was time to go to sleep.

Walking to your room you knew you were walking to your death bed. It felt weird but with the Uzui family behind you it felt comforting.

They tuck you in to bed and just as you were about to say goodnight Suma jumped on you.

"I-i don't want you to go to sleep Y/n. Stay awake please." She pleaded into your chest.

Makio was second. She couldn't even say anything, she was crying to hard.

Hina and Tengen tried to stand firm but broke at the sight of you crying and hugging them as well.

They couldn't bare to say goodbye that night and instead got their futons to sleep in the same room.

Tengen heard your heart stop.

Alt End

The say if your 25th birthday Tengen noticed you weren't up for breakfast and went to check on you.

*knock knock*

"Y/n.... You up?" He opened the door to see you peacefully sleeping on your side with 4 notes in your hand close to your face, each dressed to the members of the house.

Tengen slowly walked to your bedside and placed a hand on your head. You were cold.

"Y/n" Tengen called in disbelief. "I thought we had 1 more day" He said barely above a whisper.

He stood there until his wife's called for him.

It's a bad a for rain.

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Can you do the demon Slayer hashiras after a fight with ghost Ronin Male Reader he wins and is just standing there with their sword still stabbed in him and just ask if they want it back and they pull it out and see reader's wounds healing up with fire and Reader just go about his day like it's nothing

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Off the top of my head, I have a bit of a head cannon that the Ghost Ronin trains the Hashira and they are not used to seeing him heal himself.

Rengoku doesn't want to hurt you and u have to reassure him that your fine

After the fight was over he rushed towards you to see you engulfed in flames

"Are you alright I-"

your wound was already healed

Tengen find it cool and want to test your limits along with his

"Should I pull it out or...?" He asks as he grips the hilt.

You nodded and he quickly yanked it

The little blood that leaked from it caught fire and sealed it

Obanai looks at you like your insane

It was like you to were having a staring contest

You pulled out the sword and handed it to him

"What the fuck? " he muttered to himself as you went on you way to who knows where

Gyomei doesnt like hurting you but he knows that it won't kill you so he sorta okay with it

The demon you were fighting was fast and dodged gyomei's ball and chain leaving you to get hit with it

Gyomei faultered but quickly ended the demon so he could check on you

You walked up to him like nothing happened

Muichirou treats you like the yuichiirou doll.

(Before he got his memories) he wouldn't care that he stabbed you because you are durable

He just pulls the sword out and continues to fight

(After he got his memories) he is a bit more cautious because even if you regenerate you can still feel pain

Giyuu pulls out his sword and apologies many times and makes you your favorite snack.

Shinobu can't cut you but she does poison you

She was aiming for the demon but missed and hit you

Immediately you burst into flames

The poison didn't get a chance to spread

Mitsuri panics and cries like she just killed you.

"Oh my goodness. I'm so sorry. I can-"

"I'm fine... See" you pulled out her sword with some difficulty

She watched as you healed yourself and sighed in relief

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If I wrote 2 stories following the demon slayer manga but with 2 different characters that sometimes interact would that be cool?

I halfway finished one of them but I had the idea and was wondering if it was to much

King of demons Child

I made this in 2022 idk why i never posted it

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Lady Tamyo was the one to bring you to Ubuyahiski saying she wanted you to be 'more humane' and go against your father's teachings.

He accepted. To teach the child humanity.

He introduced you to the hashira much to their dismay but they respected his opinion and the fact that you were a clueless child.

Shinobu was the one looking after you. Teaching you how fragile human life is and how quick you can lose it.

"What are you doing." One of your many questions that annoyed the girl to no end, but it would be a benefit to teach right from wrong.

"I'm making medicine for the 3 slayers that came the other day." She replied with her signature smile.

"Father told me people die because they are not strong enough, so why help them?" Shinobu was not shocked, you were raised by the first demon after all.

"We help so they can get stronger and when they get stronger they can stand up for those who can't themselves. It a good thing, so why don't you come help me." She said extended her arms to you, which you excepted as she pulled you on her lap.

Giving you directions on how to prepare the 3 cups of herbal tea, placing them on a tray then carrying to the three sword men.

You expected adults like the flame or sound hashira (you also go by them a lot), so when you saw kids who killed one of the lower moons you were surprised.

"I thought they were dead." You whispered to the insect pillar.

"You three seem to be doing better." Shinobu chuckled leaving you by the door as she went and checked on each of the children before urging you into the room to give out the tea.

"AHH WHY WOULD YOU BRING A DEMON IN HERE." The blonde screeched which irritated you.

"Why so loud." You complained but Shinobu placed her arm on your shoulder and led you to Tanjiro's bedside table. You placed the teas on the table and grabbed one to give to Tanjiro, who was staring at you.

"Take it." You thrust the cup at him which he hesitantly took.

"He is my little assistant for the three of you, he won't bite if you don't bark." She tried to calm down Zenitsu but it just made him more nervous.

You took the 2-remaining cups, walked over to Zenitsu's bed and did the same but he refused to take it.

"I'M NOT DRINKING THAT WHO KNOWS WHAT HE PUT IN IT." He screeched again. You groaned at the loud noise and looked back at Shinobu. You wanted nothing more than to shut him up but that would go against the morals that everyone has been teaching you.

You sighed, placed his cup on the table, and moved on to Inosuke. He accepted the cup with no complaints, he didn't even bat an eye. Walking back over to Tanjiro's bed you took the tray and began to walk out of the room when Shinobu stopped you.

"I think you're forgetting something."

"Hmm?"

"Introduce yourself."

"Oh my name is Y/n Kibustuji." You bowed and left before you could see their reactions.

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Hi How would Obanai, Sanemi and Shinobu react to knowing that Their Father figure is paying Too Much Attention To Giyu Tomioka and Coldly Ignoring Them For Treating Water Hashira Rudely. And Refusing to Stay in their presence until they Apologize to Giyuu and don't tease him anymore. it would be cool to see that happen

I'm so so so sorry for the wait I was looking through my drafts and found this unfinished.

An: for some fathers I go with their occupation from other fics.

Mitsuri's ff is a Baker. Giyuu and Rengoku's is a retired hashira. Shinobu's is a doctor. Obanai, muichirou, sanemi and tengen are people from their past.

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Sanemi

You'd treat sanemi the way he treats genya, just completely ignore him or send him a dirty looks

You told him that he had to apologize or you'd be disappointed

"I'm not made just disappointed"

That broke sanemi but for u he put his pride aside

Watching sanemi apologize was like watching a child, he couldn't hold eye contact, his face was glowing red, he stummbled on his words until he yelled out.

"I'M SORRY GIYUU"

Before the both of you could react Sanemi took you by the arm and dragged you home.

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Obanai

This man genuinely hates Giyuu💀

You taking the water hashiras side make him hate him even more

He would refuse to apologize until you blackmailed him with sharing embarrassing stories to Mitsuri

he wrote a little note that you promised not to read and gave to giyuu

Dear Giyuu, I would like to apologize for what I said. I know that words can hurt and I shouldn't say everything that I'm thinking because of the impact that they have on others

from obanai

although it sounds a bit backhanded its the thought that counts and you threw in giyuu's favorite snack to help.

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Shinobu

Usually you'd let her sly comments go but one comment caught your attention

The 'joke' made Giyuu go home because "he was tired"

Since then you made 'jokes' about shinobu until she got the hint and stopped being so harsh

but that didn't stop you from treating Giyuu like your own child

"Look who's finally graced us with her presence. How was yet another all-nighter Shinobu?"

Giyuu looked between you and Shinobu. Shinobu looked like she wanted to ring your neck, you've been making little comments like that for a few days and she was sick of it.

"I see what you're doing. Stop it."

After that, she stopped with mean jokes towards Giyuu and instead targeted you causing her to be the butt of any joke

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

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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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first post of the year letss gooooooo

demon slayer spoilers. This is very short.

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Imagine being Muzan's younger sibling who ate a blue spiderlily and knowing where they bloom but not telling Muzan cause your scared of what he'll do. Instead you go to the demon slayer corps and tell them everything you know just to go back to your brother and act like you didn't betray him, even though he knows. Every meeting you gather information to give to the demon slayers and at the end you watch them fight muzan while trying to watch him from the shadows but he knocks down the building u were hiding behind and everything stops once he sees you.

You start to cry while he tries to kill you, hashira and kakushi protecting you. In the end you watch him turn into a big baby and burn in the sunlight, not realizing that the sun is burning you too. But you let it.

The end

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