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battydora · 1 year

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CHARACTERS: hantengu clones, demon reader

CONTENT: nsfw, dubcon, noncon, minors dni!!, gn reader (afab), reader is upper 1, reader forces the clones apart and makes them sumbit to their pleasure, power dynamics, strong dominant/submissive dynamics, power abuse, threats, sexual frustration, graphic descriptions of blood and mutilation, fivesome, angry sex, stress relief sex, cunnilingus, breast play, bruises, hate sex, small plot, slight vouyerism, restrictions, teasing, praise/praise kink (a tiny bit), reader's a demon whose emotions are intense and usually overwhelming (specially anger), so any intense and/or positive emotions can counter the effects negative emotions have on them, sexual stimulation being the example today, reader is referred as "they", "ma'am", "mistress" & "my/our lady", barely proof read

A/N: hey demon slayer fandom how we feelin bout s3......... you know the drill, these fuckers are hot and i'm here to please the disgusting person i am. MINORS DNI!! I'M SERIOUS, I WILL BLOCK YOU.

DISCLAIMER: this is a dubcon/noncon fanfiction (the first one I ever made), please take in consideration I'm against non-consensual practices and I DO NOT promote them by any matters, I'm choosing this gender merely for the fact that hantengu such as the reader are demons and as we know so far, demons' interactions with eachother are ruthful and cruel, senseless in average human intercourse since they feel and act differently the way humans do, I could've done this any other way but I chose to stick to kimetsu no yaiba's logic. self-contradictory but just stick around with reader being upper one and gyutaro still being the sixth, i was lazy to make it sense.

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it certainly was shocking news for the upper moons to find out the sixth was slayed by the demon slayer corps. otherwise there wouldn't be any other logical reason for the demon king to summon all of the, remaining, upper moons, in the infinity castle. including yourself, upper one.

akaza was asking about you but he didn't know you were already there, listening to all the rambling he and the rest of the upper moons were having seconds ago. however, you voice didn't make an appearance until the biwa lady made clear you were present from the very first second, akaza's eyes widening with awe and concern. gyokko remained in place silent and hantengu whimpering terrified at your mere presence, like he usually did. kokushibo looked up, you were in a building nearby, your demonic figure sitting upside down on the ceiling, your hands sitting modishly on top of eachother, waiting patienly for your king.

"i arrived way before any of you did."

"oh (y/n)-sama, you've been here all the time... aren't you pleased to find yourself meeting with me after so many years? ah, you're stunning today, i bet you've becoming much stronger these past decades." douma's carefree voice reached everyone's ears, touching a nerve inside akaza, his bad mood being worsened by the women eater demon.

"douma" your mysterious and harassing voice called upper 3's name, sending a raw shiver down the latter's back, gyokko and hantengu trembled at your mere voice, which sounded horrifying "give up your brattish behaviour" your shiny and dangerous eyes glare at him across the castle, threatening "know your place." another quivering and breathtaking shiver hitting his senses cruely.

you weren't entirely in the mood to deal with these bastards, you always found yourself hating each one of your demon associates, an inmense desire of finishing each and every one of them was what kept your mind daydreaming about, the mere idea was something that made your body tremble with excitement and unwanted sexual arousal but it was always an impediment to know that you had muzan kibutsuji's evil eyes fixed on your back and that he could make you dissapear within a blink if you did anything against his experiments. so you remained in line, interacting with them whenever you had to.

the meeting was as shitty as you were expecting, muzan scolded every single one of you and left you more angered than you would've wanted, this anger that kept building inside of you made your body tense, your eyebrows were frowning as your body temperature continued to raise in anger. once muzan leaves, you look around the room, your eyes landing on hantengu, the poor demon was trembling in a corner, he felt your harassing gaze towards him and looked at you, who was suddenly standing infront of him. your black hand reached his clothes and he cried out the moment you picked him up. "you're coming with me, you have a task to complete before fulfilling the king's desires."

and out of the blue, your figures dissapeared from the castle. you had taken the small demon to the forest, no one around, only a river running a few meters from you. hantengu was crying and mumbling nonsense, fearing at the look in your face that was... certainly frightening, your eyebrows frowning, your eyes wide open, your teeth clenching in pure fury and drops of saliva falling off your lips. your hands held his body and your sharp nails digged into the head and body of the old looking demon, blood spreading on your fingers as you pulled both ends to behead upper 5, tearing his skin apart and violently ripping his head off. he grunted and yelled in pain, his body splitting apart entirely to your inhumane strength as a pool of blood spread on the ground beneath you. you let his head and body fall to the floor as you watched each part regenerate into two separate demons: sekido and karaku. you walk to sekido who was staring at you entirely upset at your behaviour, you gripped his clothes and pulled him towards you returning the same angered expression.

"how are you allowed to do this, upper one?" you raised both of your brows to his words, furious at his statement.

"you are not in position to scold me, do not." you stated before gripping his hair and fiercely rip off his head, letting his other clones show up: aizetsu and urogi.

"how come i never seen our upper one this upset? this is kind of exciting" karaku spoke this time, standing up from the ground and walking towards you "have anything special in store for us tonight, mistress?~" his voice was charming and intrigued, a wide grin taking over his face as he licked his upper lip, showing the black kanji tattooed on his tongue.

"it saddens me to be the ones to deal with (y/n)-sama's anger... hantengu ran away to hide in the woods already..." aizetsu joins the conversation, looking up at you with pleading eyes.

"how can you be sad about this? sekido is being scolded by our lady" urogi chuckled out a laugh but their focus returned to you once again, you seemed upset.

"everything just makes me so angry... the demon slayers, douma, akaza, all of the upper moons... our demon lord... you all just find a way to GET ON MY FUCKING NERVES!" you began to rant, your body itching at the intense frustration and fury growing inside of you each second, you fell to your knees consumed by rage, teeth clenching hard enough to seem like they were about to shatter "please me, hantengu, make your stupid blood demon art useful and cease these intense emotions inside me" further on, you started undressing, your hands helping you body to get rid of the kimono that was denying your skin the ecstasy of being naked. all the clones looked closely, frozen in their places.

once all your clothes were scattered on the floor, you lifted your gaze to meet theirs, you were infuriated, they could tell. so the first one to react to your angered gaze was aizetsu, as a natural reaction towards threat and probably for being used to sekido's mistreatment towards him, whose anger paired yours in that moment. the sorrow demon let his spear fall to the ground and walked carefully towards you, afraid of disobedience. he knelt infront of your exposed figure and kissed your lips, cupping your cheeks while doing so. the kiss was well welcomed, you kissed the blue demon fervishly and hungrily.

then karaku followed, sitting beside you and hugging your torso, pulling you closer to kiss your neck with intensity. you opened your eyes in middle of the kissing and stared at sekido and urogi, who were standing there, urogi looking at the other two clones get their way with your body, a senseless excitement hitting his body at the view, making his wings quiver. and as for sekido, he was clenching his fists, his jaw almost hurting out of fury, how dared you use his clones to please yourself? were they some kind of toy to you?

you frowned at them, your left hand made its way to aizetsu's crotch, squeezing his clothed cock which lead him to break the kiss to let out a soft whimper, breathing heavily and closing his eyes. your right hand did the same to karaku's, making him grunt into your neck.

"m-my lady..." "oh, that's...oh~" their voices cried out holding onto your body as you massaged the areas for a little while. aizetsu mumbled nonsense into your left ear, pressing his body against your own seeking closeness and karaku making sure to do the same on your right side moaning softly, licking and biting your earlobe, both of them entirely poisoned by your touch.

"why are you just standing there? i gave you an order" you demanded once again, it infuriated you to see sekido so so upset with you, your body filled with rage and excitement hoping your provocations were enough for them to fucking move. urogi gulped, hesitant, before walking towards the three of you, placing himself behind you, arms wrapping your torso and animal-like hands cupping both of your breasts, squeezing and massaging lively, stealing a grunt from you instantly.

sekido's mouth was half open, astonished at the view of you having complete control of each one of them. the grip on his weapon tightened, unsure of what to do now, he wished he could fight you but he knew quite well you would destroy him within a second, he just wishes to... agh! he just wished you would just vanish, you arrogant piece of-!

"sekido" his raging thoughts about you were cut off when you called his name, your tone of voice switched instantly, it was deep and threatening, you could just let him stand there and take a great look at what you were doing to his counterparts but you wished to have him doing something so much better, you wanted him, you wanted him to pleasure you, to watch his face clench into annoyance and anger because of you. your hands made their way to aizetsu's hips and moved him aside, letting him sit beside you so you could open your legs widely, karaku and aizetsu couldn't help but stare down at your soaked cunt, its scent captivated the three demons around you and karaku's such as aizetsu's hand tried to reach it to please you in their own ways but your own stopped them, with a serious expression and your eyes never meeting theirs, the latter only fixated on sekido.

"no, let sekido take care of that, maybe it'll hit some sense into him before he ever thinks of disobeying me again."

the three of them looked at him and was aizetsu the one to speak, for someone who was often saddened everytime sekido spoke and scolded him, this was impressive and sort of satisfying "sekido please... you know what they can do..."

clearly upset, your statement made the anger demon throw his weapon to his side with rage a few seconds later.

he walked to you, aizetsu and karaku doing you the favor of holding your legs wide open for you, the red eyed knelt infront of your body, taking a good look at your wet cunt, pausing for a moment as he contemplated you. he looked up again, his eyes meeting yours, unsure of what to do next.

"put that blabbering mouth of yours to good use" you commanded, your bright eyes staring directly into his before he got his body to fully lay on the ground, face inches away from your slit, he purposefully digged his nails into the skin of your thighs, tiny drops of blood painting his fingers.

"yes, ma'am" every drop of anger was poured into that "ma'am" of his as he broke the distance between his lips and yours, his tattooed tongue licked from the bottom to the top in a slow motion, sending a shiver through your abdomen, you moaned out loud and grinned the second his tongue landed on your clit.

you felt urogi's cock twitch against your back, you threw your head back to land on his shoulder, looking at his yellow eyes with a serious gaze. "are you hard already, urogi?" at your words, the joy demon gulped and nodded "yes, my lady..." his voice is sweet and a bit shy, you smirked at his response and tilted your head.

"should your upper one do something to fix that?" the seduction on your voice did not help urogi to keep his composure at all "please... please do" his pleading voice was music to your ears, it almost made you feel sorry for him, you only chuckle before giving a response.

"i'll treat you if you continue touching me. does that sound fair?~" excitement quickly filled his orange eyes "yes, my lady" as his hands continued to massage your chest and his mouth reached the back of your neck, biting and sucking passionately. karaku and aizetsu exchanged glares interested in your words, would they get a treat too if they please you? they couldn't take chances so they continued to kiss and squeeze your body, arousal growing bigger inside them each second more.

it was karaku who, holding your right leg open, started grinding against you, slight pants leaving his mouth as he was trying to satisfy himself somehow, the whole situation got him excited and needy for some touch, he almost couldn't hold himself back. you noticed his motion right ahead and stopped him. "you're not allowed to do that, karaku" his eyes widened and he gulped "but mistress..." he pleads but takes his words back the second you glare at him, intimidating "how... how can i earn my release, mistress?"

you chuckle at his question, an evil grin showing up.

"huh? earn it? that's the deal, karaku, you don't- hah~" a broken moan escapes your lips, sekido's tongue made sure to hit your sweet spot just in time "oh sekido, you're hitting it just right~ keep going~" you praise, the anger demon didn't want to admit that you calling his name like that actually made his stomach flutter. how could he find this exciting? how do your praises make him so eager to fulfill your request? his anger was being condescending.

karaku frowns, a grimace expressing his need to do something about the tent of his pants, but how can he disobey you? he wanted to be selfish, but urogi and sekido being praised and paid for what they're doing, made him feel jealous, he has been good from the beggining, didn't he deserve a prize too? an urge to compete against his counterparts rushed through his body, maybe like that he could get your attention. but he couldn't do much from there, urogi was working on your chest and sekido had the best part... it all feels unfair for him, he had to try another ways, so he leaned in and kissed you passionately, hoping your attention was drawn at him. the kiss caught you offguard but you decide to play along with his idea, you smiled inbetween the kiss, noticing what he was doing.

aizetsu in the other hand, was kissing your neck and leaving gentle marks along it, listening to what you were saying to karaku. however, when the green eyed kissed you, aizetsu felt left a little behind, he felt your touch fading away each second karaku spent kissing you, he didn't want that, it saddened him to not being touched and payed attention at by you, he needed you too. he took karaku's actions as a provocation, a threat to his territory and being so he couldn't allow karaku getting away with you so he came up to your face and held your chin lovingly, making you pull away from the kiss to make you kiss him, you give in smiling, sensing both of their jelousies compiting over you.

karaku was offended and tried to draw your attention back at him, insisting in kissing you again. you look at him from the corner of your eye, kissing aizetsu passionately at the same time. you were teasing him, watching his face twitch in jealousy for seeing you kiss his counterpart so vively, so intensely, as if you really were enjoying aizetsu more than you enjoyed karaku. his hand instinctively pressed his aching cock when he saw you biting aizetsu's lower lip, sharp teeth pulling his skin with desire, making him moan softly, never breaking eye contact with karaku. he was having enough, he was about to beg for you but chose being rough, he leans to your mouth even when you and aizetsu were kissing and tried to kiss you. aizetsu didn't give in and keeps fighting for his place, turning the kissing into a kiss of three. saliva being exchanged between your mouths. you laughed between the kiss at their little competition, this is so exciting!

your senses were through the roof, pleasure continuing to build up inside of you, a wave of sensations hitting you body as the clones did their job, sekido being more skilled in his area than you originally expected, his mouth working you to your climax, tongue licking and lips sucking in the right places, making a mess beneath him. your legs broke free from karaku and aizetsu's grip, suddenly sandwiching sekido's head almost making him lose focus as he made you cum. a loud moan drowned in your kiss with the other two as sekido licked your clit to help you go through your last bits of orgasm.

you pulled away from the wet kiss and rested your head on urogi's chest, sighing in relief for finally getting the release you needed all night, you held onto karaku and aizetsu's shoulders as you breathed in and out, chasing breath regulation; the winged demon massaged your belly and waist until you recovered your breath completely, he smiled with satisfaction at the view of you exhausted for all the job they've been doing for the past moments just to please you, it made his stomach flutter with excitement. your body continued to release an inhumane amount of hormones, all the fury contained in your body earlier had completely vanished at the mere touch of upper 5, you were contented and pleased, yet... you weren't satisfied, if someone offered you another round or more, you would accept without hesitation. you suddenly felt sekido crawling onto you, you contemplated him, his angered expression continuing to grow as his mouth drooled spit mixed with your fluids, his kimono subtly falling off his shoulder exposing his skin, you couldn't lie, that was kinda hot, you grinned at him.

"had enough sekido?" you teased playfully, chuckling at him.

"not quite" he growled and positioned himself between your legs, approaching you as he undressed his torso "how fucking dare you? are we just some toys to you? you're disgusting, upper one, leaving me and my counterparts stupidly aroused, you don't deserve being done for the night"

"hah? who said i was done for the night? it's funny that you mention it, actually, i could just get up and leave you and your pathetic clones here and let you starve without my touch, i would love to see how you would handle from there. you're all hard as a rock and i don't need to see it to prove it, you weak creatures, whining and begging for my attention, it would be so fun if i just left!" your voice gained a mocking manner, a cocky attitude hitting in as you allowed sekido between your legs, a short laughter escapes your lips "but... how could i... you were all such good boys, my heart squeezes with pity, i come to the conclusion you deserve at least a prize. so, sekido, if you want yours, form in line, i'm not done with all of you just yet."

thanks for reading!

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forbidden-sunlight · 1 year

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yandere!aphrodite with muichiro!fem!reader headcanons

Warning(s): aged up!reader [late twenties], anime spoilers, canon divergence from manga, references to mythology, obsessive behavior, violence, strong language, sexual references, established relationship, slight nsfw content.

MINORS DNI!

The intention of this story is for entertainment purposes only. The behavior exhibited here is inappropriate and unhealthy, hence it should not be encouraged. There are also triggers, so please take caution. You are responsible for your Internet consumption!

Collab work with @deathmetalunicorn1. Special thanks to @enryegotrip for providing feedback in the early drafting phase!

With that being said, sit back, relax, and enjoy the chaos that will unfold :)

You met Aphrodite through work.

As a Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps, your main objective is to eliminate the nocturnal beings before they could set a single inch inside Valhalla and devour innocent humans. Thanks to the human named Nostradamus, they could slither their way through the Bifrost’s fractured ley lines rather than just taking a gamble to walk through the swirling miasma that lied beyond the stone double doors and come out on the other side still in one piece. Including information gathering and training soldiers in the organization, there was an occasional bodyguard job.

That was the night you had crossed paths with the Greek goddess of beauty; the function had been a banquet hosted in the palace of a floating island, belonging to a god whose name you couldn’t recall except he was known for firing a silver bow and arrow from a chariot in the sky. But that really wasn’t important. Your job had been to keep an eye out for troublemakers and give them the ol’ greet and toss when they were causing too much of a disturbance.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Aphrodite seem to be talking about things of great interest with Lady Persephone; they were too enraptured in the conversation to notice anything happening outside of their little circle of interest, including the incubus was shamelessly ogling the women of the Greek pantheon.

And of course this buffoon would try to sneak behind your lady’s friend to grab her ass. You sighed in mild annoyance in having to intervene in such a lovely atmosphere, stepping away from your position behind a column.

You quickly glided across the crowded floor, pushing past through the guests and getting behind the incubus. You grabbed one arm and twisted it behind his back, then the other one before starting to pull him away from the goddesses. “What the fuck?!” He snarled, wiggling in your grasp. “I didn’t do anything wrong!”

“I beg to differ,” You said. “Lewd misconduct in a gathering that is hosted in a god’s temple is strictly forbidden. Especially if the perpetrator is someone who has not been invited to said gathering. Now, stop being so stubborn and come along quietly -” You were cut off in mid-sentence when you felt something warm and sticky land on your cheek.

You blinked owlishly, unimpressed at the incubus’ false bravado and the stupid sneer on his face. Really? This asshole just spat on you? Fine, two can play this game.

You slammed your knee into the pervert’s solar plexus, knocking the wind out of him long enough to secure your grip on him, earning surprised gasps from the guests. You looked up and saw Lady Persephone and Lady Aphrodite staring at you with wide, doe-like eyes. You bowed your head to the lord’s wife.

“Forgive me for bothering you and your…acquaintance, Lady Persephone. Please enjoy the rest of the night.” Having properly given your apologies to them, you proceeded to drag the piece of shit across the floor, walking in the back of the temple meant for security and the kitchen staff to slip through without being noticed.

Himejima met you halfway and took the squirming incubus out of your hands, promising to deal with him. In the meantime, it was time for shift rotation; you’d be moving towards the outer perimeter of the island with two other Demon Slayers.

Tanjiro greeted you inside, asking if you were okay with a worried look in his dark red eyes. Smiling at your old friend, you politely declined and reminded him to get a snack or drink water. This banquet is just getting started, it wouldn’t do him any good to keep working on an empty stomach.

He nodded enthusiastically, racing back inside to the kitchens and shouting that he’d bring back something for you too. Your heart twinged at his words. Even after all of these years…how could he have forgiven you for surviving the war against Muzan when it should have been him and Nezuko? That the two of you, including Giyuu and Sanaemi, stayed with Master Urokodaki until it was time to go your separate ways? How the guilt gnawed away at you for years, knowing Nezuko would be all alone in her village despite keeping regular contact with you through letters and visits? How can he not hate you?

You shook your head. No…there was no point in dwelling on the past right now. You need to focus on the job. After you scrubbed off the area where the incubus’ saliva had landed, you washed your hands and left the restroom to join the others.

In retrospect, you truly thought that was the last time you would ever meet the Greek pantheon’s goddess of love and beauty….not the beginning.

Persephone was bragging about her new bodyguard with the pride of a mother fawning over her child for the third time this evening.

Aphrodite knew the queen of the underworld well enough that she utterly despised being treated like a child or an asset that is to be protected from even the smallest of threats. That was why it had been difficult for Hades to find someone qualified and met his wife’s expectations to protect his beloved. Personally, Aphrodite found the overprotective part of Hades to be…romantic. Dazzling even, the idea that such a stoic and cold-hearted man melted in front of the only woman he loves.

Admittedly, Aphrodite was curious about this strong and useful mortal soul entrusted to protect her on-off friend, especially their appearance. Did they possess a rugged appearance, or dressed neatly for the job? Were they big or small? Experienced in bed or a virgin? These questions tossed around her mind right until she heard yelling right behind her. That was when she saw the incubus and a young lady dressed in black, the latter holding him down even though she was half of his size. She gasped in disgust when he spat at the mortal, and then felt her heart flutter when she retaliated with a swift kick to the stomach. Blank [Eye Color] orbs blinked owlishly at them before she murmured an apology, wishing them a good-night before dragging the incubus across the floor without another care in the world.

Aphrodite gawked in shock, turning her attention back to the equally shell-shocked Persephone. “Is…Is that your bodyguard?” The brown-haired goddess merely nodded, her golden eyes watching the pair disappear into the crowd.

“Indeed…but how could she have sensed that rascal before we did?” It was true. As members of the Oympian pantheon, they were blessed with powers far beyond the others, and not just immortality and incredible strength. Persephone frowned. “Perhaps I underestimated the power of a Hashira?”

“A Hashira?” Aphrodite repeated. “You mean to tell me that Hades assigned the strongest members of the Demon Slayer Corps as your bodyguard and you didn’t mention any of this to me sooner?”

Persephone shrugged her shoulders. “I didn’t think it was that important to you, in fairness. And they are supposed to be a secret, not public knowledge to spread across Valhalla.” She took a sip of her wine. “Fret not, if that little pissant is in her hands, she’ll deal with him promptly.”

Aphrodite slowly nodded, taking another gulp of wine before her mind wandered back to the stoic mortal who possessed such a mesmerizing beauty she had not seen since Helen of Troy had been alive.

In contrast to the innocence of the Argos queen, the Hashira’s eyes did not sparkle with neither joy nor love; nothing reflected in her gaze except exhaustion and irritation when she dealt with the incubus. Why does she seem so tired when she is a trusted soldier under the command of Hades?

That had been the initial spark of curiosity which struck Aphrodite’s mind, even after the banquet. By interacting with Persephone, she was able to persuade her dear friend to come out for an outing in Valhalla’s most popular shopping district with her precious bodyguard in tow. It is through this trip that the goddess of beauty turned her gaze upon the Hashira, and felt her heart pounding in her chest once more.

Yes…those eyes are mesmerizing. But other secrets could she be hiding? One question led to another, and then another until Aphrodite could not stop herself from sinking into the madness of morbid fascination.

Why does she wear only the standard Demon Slayer uniform? What are her favorite foods? Her hobbies when she isn’t protecting the Bifrost alongside her comrades?

Aphrodite began using her doves to spy and receive daily reports on the Hashira whenever she went in Valhalla, relishing in what information they’ve brought back to the temple; they were almost seen by the overprotective and vain crow that is always by the mortal’s side, however, so her precious familiars needed to be a bit more discreet with their actions. Of course, Aphrodite would not be so cruel nor stupid as to send the doves to the gates of Helheim.

That would draw too much attention, and she did not want to reveal herself to the lovely [First Name] just yet.

Soon, she thought with a wistful sigh, lounging in the inner sanctum of her temple surrounded by the stone men Hephaestus created for her as a wedding gift. Soon, we shall be together my love, and nothing will stand in the way of our happiness.

By pursuing the Mist Hashira, she neglected her longtime lover Adonis. He grew jealous when he heard that another mortal slithered their way into his goddess’ heart, and when he confronted Aphrodite about the rumors, an argument ensued. Adonis left the temple that same evening while she fumed quietly, alone in her twisted thoughts.

Oh…she wanted to hold [First Name] in her arms. But she needed to be patient for just a little longer. She blinked, baby blue eyes narrowing with a contemplative frown. Now that she thought about it, it has been a while since she called upon Ares to her bedchambers.

Perhaps until the Demon Slayer is officially hers…she should play around with the war god to satisfy her needs. Yes. That's a perfect plan. Oh, she is so beautiful and smart, no one can tear their gaze away from her when she enters the room.

Moments later, however, she crushed her cell phone in half. Four times. She called him four times and not once did Ares pick up. HOW DARE HE IGNORE THE BELOVED GODDESS OF ALL THE PANTHEONS IN VALHALLA?!? WHAT COULD BE MORE IMPORTANT THAN HER WELL-BEING?!

As the human author William Congreve had penned in his book The Mourning Bride, “Heaven has no rage like love turned to hatred turned, nor Hell a fury like a woman scorned.”

It wasn’t hard for the Greek goddess to find him…but why in the world would he come to a floating island that belonged to Apollo, let alone the exclusive hot springs that the sun god owns and ran as a business for only the wealthiest and most beautiful clients? Why would that hulking brute disappear all of a sudden as soon as he walked through the forested area…oh! Aphrodite gasped.

There.

Standing at the marbled archway leading to the hot springs was her Hashira, gazing up at the clouds overhead without a care in the world, sword sheathed at the side and a teal-colored cloth strapped to her back. It seemed to bulge from where the goddess hid behind a stone pillar…is that how Demon Slayers carried their belongings? Wrapping them up in a cloth and tying it securely to their body? Hm, perhaps a purse would make a good gift….but that isn’t important at this moment!

She wanted to see the Mist Hashira’s body. Oh, there is no doubt in her mind that it was a work of art beneath those shabby clothes! Aphrodite giggled, her voluptuous body wiggling in excitement. She watched as [First Name] blinked owlishly, then looked down at…her neck? There was a snake coiled around her neck!

Aphrodite narrowed her gaze upon the creature, fury pumping through her veins as [First Name] smiled affectionately at it, pressing a soft kiss on the top of its head before turning around to walk inside the facility. Yes…there is no mistaking the pattern on the snake’s back. That filthy abomination was Ares.

The Greek gods had the ability to transform into the animals that were sacred to them, though Zeus could become almost anything he wanted to be if it meant conquering another woman that his lustful heart desired. In Ares’ case, the vulture, the dog, and the snake were sacred animals enshrined in his temple. He preferred to be the latter when he wanted to pout or hide from others so that his reputation as a fearsome, powerful god wasn’t besmirched.

He changed into a snake more than a handful of times when they broke up. But why was he with the Mist Hashira? Did he have some private Demon Slayer business with her that needed to be discussed where no one would dare to think they’d converse? Aphrodite wasn’t sure yet she was determined to find out.

So, she took a page out of the war god’s book and transformed into a beautiful white dove, flying over to the building where an open window allowed her to enter the hot springs with no one none the wiser.

It did not take the goddess very long to find the object of her affections standing in front of the hot springs, and looking quite annoyed, at least from her hiding behind a marbled column and still in her animal form.

“Ares, are you sure there isn’t another solution? I know Apollo said these waters will help accelerate the healing process….but this is your brother we’re talking about. A preening peacock who thinks only with his dick and bragged about how he had multiple relations in this…place.” [First Name] asked, tilting her head to look down at the snake. Ares hissed, forked tongue poking out as his tiny head bobbed up and down.

[First Name] sighed, then released a small hiss of her own as her small frame hunched over ever so slightly.

Ares’ small form began quivering, no doubt panicking or trying to ask in snake language if the Mist Hashira was all right. Aphrodite watched worriedly as her love slowly walked inside, her soft voice bouncing off the walls as she spoke to the war god.

“I’m…okay. I guess my injuries were worse than I thought even with Shinobu’s treatment. There’s only so much wisteria solution that the body can handle at a time to flush the demon’s poison out. I think…I might have to rely on you a bit longer. I’m sorry.”

As soon as she sat down on a large obsidian rock and began taking off her sandals, Ares reverted back to his true form, kneeling by her side. He helped finish removing them before carrying her over to the smallest spring in the room where light filtered in from a nearby window, placing her on another heated rock. Aphrodite followed quietly, becoming herself again as well and ducking behind another pillar that allowed her to see them without the sun’s rays getting in her eyes.

She had to clamp a hand over her mouth as she watched her old lover remove the Hashira’s uniform. The goddess’ fantasy of seeing her darling’s lovely, unblemished skin shattered upon seeing bluish-purple bruises and scabs, even a few open wounds. Who would do this to [First Name]?

Furthermore, why is it that Ares can touch her body and not get kicked below the belt? And yet…seeing her so shy around him, arms trying to conceal her chest from his eyes as he carefully removed her lower garments, left completely bare…the expression was so arousing. Aphrodite wanted to see more.

Ares slowly removed the bandages that were wrapped around her body in various places, carefully inspecting the wounds before he nodded. “Okay, let’s get your hair washed first.” He then leaned down, untying the clothed satchel and pulling out a circular shaped container. Aphrodite watched with a gaping mouth as he doted on her so gently, lathering up [Hair Color] tresses until there were soapy suds and used a cloth to wash her body too.

When has he ever been this loving towards someone else besides the goddess of love? Sure, he’s had many lovers over the years…but he didn’t stare at them as if they hung the moon or stars in the sky as he gazed at the Mist Hashira. And that pissed Aphrodite off. A lot.

Once her hair and body were rinsed off, Ares kneeled down and carefully cradled [First Name] in his arms by the edge of the spring, maneuvering her so that she could slip into the water without too much trouble.

He laughed slightly as a long, dragged out sigh left the Hashira’s lips before he removed his armor and tunic. He cleaned himself up as well, washing his hair and body, before joining her in the water as well.

Aphrodite considered showing up ‘coincidentally’ crashing the relaxing moment but she stayed back, choosing to watch them instead. She wanted…no, she needed to know what was going on between these two. Ares helping [First Name] undress and wash herself seemed innocent enough as she was heavily injured….she supposed she could forgive him if he was truly helping her darling out of courtesy for a fellow warrior.

A comfortable silence fell between them. Time seemed to stand still before the Grecian deity said it would be best to get out now lest there is the risk of overheating. [First Name] looked up at him with a pout, but relented with a nod.

Ares got out first. He kneeled down as his wet, steaming arms glistened in the sun, carefully lifting the Hashira out of the water. Perfectly innocent…until [First Name] released a soft squeak, face flushed when he leaned forward and pressed his lips against the nape of her neck, coiling an arm around her waist to pull her towards him, but being gentle so that he did not irritate the wounds. He then began to nibble her neck, mouth opening and moving downwards as he began to suckle the tender flesh.

[First Name] pressed her thighs together, raising a hand to stifle the noises she was making but Ares would not allow such a small mercy to happen. Instead, he stepped backwards until he sat on the larger heated rock, pulling her into his lap and smiling as she gasped out his name, [Eye Color] orbs blown wide with embarrassment and excitement.

His calloused fingers caressed the bumps of her spine, maneuvering around the bruises that were still healing until his large hand stopped right above her rear. Ares used his other palm to tilt the Hashira’s face upwards, tucking a stray strand of wet hair behind her ear before cupping her cheek, sealing their mouths together in a kiss.

Aphrodite’s nails broke against the pillar as her hand trailed downwards. This single moment defined the relationship between her darling and that bastard Ares: lovers, just as she had been his ‘nymph’ all of those years ago, now nothing more than a fleeting memory. Her eyes widened when she heard a mewl of pleasure leave her darling’s mouth as Ares squeezed [First Name]’s rear, alternating between the cheeks, kneading the flesh or lightly spanking it.

The goddess’ body was growing warm with arousal again. Oh, she wanted…no, she needed her to make those noises again, those delicious sounds which grew louder and more wanton through Ares’ touch, [First Name]’s body arching back -

“Ah.”

That was when she heard it…she and Ares. A pained groan from the Hashira, who now quivered in the war god’s arms, the romantic tension between [First Name] and Ares evaporating in an instant. He immediately pulled his hand away. “Are you all right?” He asked.

[First Name] pouted, trying to pull him back down to her height. “I-I’m fine!”

But Ares was not convinced. He pressed his index finger to her lips, staring down at her with a soft smile till he turned away to grab a fluffy towel, wrapping it around her shoulders. “We can continue once you’re all healed. I don’t want to hurt you.”

He kissed her softly, silencing any arguments before she slumped against his frame, sweaty forehead resting against his chest with a pout. He chuckled at her childish attitude, gently stroking the crown of her head. She looked up at him and smiled.

“This trip is certainly one way to celebrate your return from another war, isn’t it?” She said, “I had heard your opponent was someone not to be taken lightly.” Ares grinned, lifting up one of his arms in the air and flexing it.

“Yes, but he was no match for me! He might have had an impressive army, but he lacked a Lady of Fortune to grant him a victory!”

“Ares, you promised not to dedicate your battle to me last time and you did it again!” [First Name] whined, smacking his chest with her palm, cheeks red with embarrassment. “I didn’t do anything to contribute to the war! You were the one who put the time and effort into improving yourself and your men!”

“Yet you were the one who criticized my footwork and didn’t stop swinging that practice sword until you were satisfied with the results.” Ares chimed in, wiggling his brow. “If I had been any lesser god, I would have not continued to come to your residence year after year to spare with you when Heracles wasn’t around, let alone bring gifts nor beg Uncle Hades for a chance to court you on the condition that it must never become public knowledge.”

“Well, you did make the practice arena collapse in on itself when my other students couldn’t.” [First Name] argued. “You proved to me that you weren’t just a clueless musclehead. You adapted to the battles much faster than I had anticipated, you did everything that I taught you. Your victory in that war…that was by your hand and your army, not mine.”

Ares tutted. “I’m afraid we will have to agree to disagree in this argument, my dearest.”

“Hm.”

Silence fell between them for a short time until the war god stood up, placing the Hashira on the rock. Grabbing the satchel, he took out two opal-colored jars, a roll of bandages, and one labeled with the single word ‘cream’, setting them down on the cloth before he began patting her skin dry. Aprhodrite watched in envy as he cleaned and applied medicine to the wounds, being as gentle as possible before wrapping them up.

In all the centuries she’d known him, Ares had always been gentle and kind….yet never to this extent, around the goddess of love and beauty. The one who listened to his victories in war, and had once been his Lady of Fortune. So why should an egotistical, self-centered man who only knew about strategy deserve to be around her Hashira?

Aphrodite would give anything to be loved by [First Name], from the finest jewels and fabrics to experiencing the true joys of the flesh, not what he had done. Mediocre, Ares. She thought with a sneer. Mediocre.

A little while later, once they were both dried off, a nymph came into the room and delivered a box into the Hashira’s hands, Ares grinning like a child who had a secret that no one else knew about. He urged her to open it. She did, and inside was a teal kimono embroidered with a wisteria pattern, a pale yellow obi, and a hairpin.

Aphrodite hated it…and yet when Ares helped [First Name] put it in, she could not deny that her darling looked dazzling in it. The color of the kimono was a perfect match to the teal ends of those lovely [Hair Color] locks.

But if it were up to her…she would be in something….well, perhaps that would be best left to the imagination, shouldn’t it?

Because one way or another, the Mist Hashira will belong to the most beautiful goddess in the universe, and her alone, even if Aphrodite would have to take a page of Zeus’ book to get what she wanted. And she always got what she wanted in the end.

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Kyojuro Rengoku; The Fire Kindling in My Heart

Genre: Fluff, Implied Smut

Pairing: Kyojuro Rengoku x Male Reader

Warning(s): Very narrative-driven, Slight feminization (Reader is referred to as a wife), Kyojuro and Reader bathe together, Implied bath s3x

Summary: Living with the love of your life can do a number on you, especially when you live every day wondering if he’ll even come back alive

Part II

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Ten years…

Ten years since you’ve first started living with the flame hashira’s family.

Kyojuro Rengoku, the flame hashira, was your best friend since you were kids. So whenever your parents were killed by a demon, it was only natural he’d invite you to live with his family.

You were eternally grateful for his kindness and did everything anything necessary to attempt to repay his kindness; however, Kyojuro never once asked anything of you, simply saying you being alive and within his presence was more than enough. Even now, Kyojuro was twenty and you were nineteen, he was still as caring as ever. Always bringing you gifts from his many missions.

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You knew you liked the slayer. Hell, you’ve known since you were twelve. That was when Kyojuro held you as you cried on the second anniversary of your parents’ death. You wailed, you screamed, you looked a mess, all covered in snot and struggling to breathe, but Kyojuro never once judged you. He simply continued to hold you and you let you cry into his shoulder, whispering sweet words into your ear when you calmed enough to no longer be shaking. That’s when you knew, your heart belonged to him.

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You weren’t any good with swords, hence why you never chose to pursue the path of a demon slayer. Kyojuro tried his best to teach you, but you simply couldn’t figure it out. Instead, you decided to learn medicine. If you couldn’t help Kyojuro on the battlefield, you could at least help him in the aftermath. While Kyojuro spent his days training to pass Final Selection, you would learn how to blend herbs and roots from the kind old doctor up the mountain. Returning home at night to prepare dinner for Kyojuro and his younger brother, Senjuro, as well as to clean out any scrapes the older might have received during his training. You would run a bath for the swordsman and massage his tense shoulders until he began to doze off. Afterwards, you would tuck in Senjuro for the night, making sure to read him his favorite stories. The younger always asking if he could grow up to be as brave as the heroes in his stories, and you always reassuring him that he would be even braver. You would then head to Kyojuro’s room and fall asleep in the slayer’s arms.

A warm feeling would arise in your chest every night. You loved this routine.

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When Kyojuro was promoted to a hashira, you couldn’t really bring yourself to be happy. First off, his missions almost always had him away from home, so now that he was an even higher rank, you knew there was almost no way he’d be home for a while. And second of all, he’s almost died multiple times, and now that he was a hashira, you knew you would have to get used to it. Every time you had to wipe his blood off his skin, every time you had to stitch a gaping cut, it pained you. You constantly worried for him, and now to know the man you cared for so deeply could die any day now, did nothing to ease your constant fear. But he assured you, “I’m very strong (M/n)! It is my duty to protect the weak. Of what use would my years of training be if i never used it to protect the weak?” God, he reminded you so much of his mother.

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By some miracle, Kyojuro had some time off. A week off specifically. A week of not having to worry about if he’d be killed on the battlefield, a week of not having to hold your breath each time a crow came to your residence out of fear of hearing of his death, just a week of relaxing with Kyojuro by your side.

However, fate had other ideas.

In the middle of his break, he was called via crow to report to his master’s residence. Lord Ubayashiki if you recall correctly. You’ve never met the man but you’ve heard great things.

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“Must you really go? I’m sure you can simply tell him all he needs to know in a letter.” You now stood at the entrance to the Rengoku estate. Barely catching up to the flame hashira on his way out:

“I wish it was that easy (M/n), but if the master requires my presence it must be important.” He held your hands, his fingers brushing over your knuckles in an attempt to calm your growing worry. “Hey, I fortunately still have 3 more days of my break, remember? When I return, I promise I won’t leave your side until my rest is over.” He flashed you that god-forsaken smile of his. The smile that calmed you down and had your heart beating faster than the speed of a shinobi.

“When you return, please hold me?” You looked up at the man, silently swearing him to hold up his end of the promise with just your eyes.

“I swear on my honor, (M/n).” And with that, he was on his way.

You watched until you could no longer see his bright hair over the tree line, before returning back to sit at the engawa, distracting yourself by counting the stars.

“You really love my brother, don’t you?” Asked a small voice.

“Is it really that obvious?” You chuckled, brushing a loose strand of hair out of your face.

“Of course it is. Your face lights up every time you’re with him.” Senjuro comments as he moves to sit next to you.

“Then why doesn’t he say anything?” You asked, tears beginning to well in your eyes. “I doubt he’ll ever feel the same. He needs a strong hashira woman to marry, not a lowly pharmacist like me who can’t even wield a sword properly.” You wiped some stray tears away with the sleeve of your kimono. It was blue and had coi fish and lily pads as the design. Kyojuro bought it for you. He said you’d look pretty in it.

“You shouldn’t be so harsh on yourself (M/n),” Senjuro rested his hand on your shoulder, “I know my brother cares deeply for you. Why else would he invite you to live with us?”

“Because your brother is an honorable man who pities the weak. It was for no other reason than helping a pitiful boy who couldn’t even help his parents.” You clenched your hands into a fist as to not cry.

“Don’t say such things about yourself.” Senjuro shifted to rub your back. For such a young boy, Senjuro was very was mature for his age. I guess having to raise yourself due to having a drunkard as a father does that to a kid. “You know, Kyojuro told me he joined the slayers corp because of you.”

You turned towards the younger boy, surprise etched into every corner of your face.

“When he saw you that night ten years ago. Alone, all at the hands of a demon, he promised to not allow that to happen to anyone again. He said he made two promises that night; to kill all demons and to never let you be alone again.” Senjuro recounted, his smile brightening upon feeling your back relax.

“He truly cares for you (M/n). When he returns, please consider telling him about your feelings. I promise he won’t hate you, no- he can’t ever hate you.” Senjuro smiled at you.

“I will.” You wipe the remainder of the tears off your face. “Now, let’s get you back to bed, yeah?”

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Kyojuro returned by sunrise. Ubayashiki simply wanted to inform him of his next mission after his break.

He slowly crept into his home, peeping into his father’s room to see him sound asleep. Most likely due to alcohol rather than exhaustion, but at least he isn’t yelling at Senjuro, or god forbid, (M/n).

He then made his way to his room, but not before peeking into Senjuro’s room. His heart swelled at the sight of you resting with Senjuro in your hold, his head resting in the crook of your neck. A half-read story in your hands.

“Poor things. You both must’ve been very tired.” Kyojuro whispered as he moved to wrap you both in a blanket. You reached out a hand to grip his. “Oh, it’s you.” You stated, half-asleep. “I’m sorry (M/n). I didn’t mean to wake you.” He softly smiled. “No, it’s fine. I was about to awake anyways. Let me just lay Senjuro down and I’ll make us some breakfast alright?” You shifted to rest the younger Rengoku on his futon before tucking him in with a blanket. “Sounds good to me.” The flame hashira smiled as you dragged him out of his room and into the kitchen.

“Are you in the mood for anything specific?” You asked as you wrapped an apron around your waist. “Some miso soup would be amazing!” He stated. “With sweet potatoes i assume?” You smiled back to him. “You know me so well.” The flame hashira chuckled heartily. “Well of course I would know what my best friend likes.” Not to mention how i’m crazy in love with you you thought.

Just before you could finish the meal, a very annoyed and very hungover Shinjuro came barging into the kitchen. His eyes glanced over to Kyojuro before a look of disgust overtook his face.

“Sir Shinjuro. Would you like some miso soup as well?” You offered. Mostly to break the uncomfortable silence which had overtaken the area.

“Sure, sure, whatever.” Kyojuro’s father had never particularly hated you, in fact, the flame hashira might even go as far as to say his father liked you. Well, he’s never shown it, but he’s also never yelled at you, and according to Kyojuro those are the same things.

You smiled towards the retired hashira before preparing three bowls of soup, as well as an extra for when Senjuro decided to wake up. Normally Shinjuro would have him up at this hour but you decided to let him sleep in just a bit longer. You brought over the bowls and set them in front of the two men before taking your seat beside Kyojuro, apron still wrapped around your waist.

“Is it good?” You asked Kyojuro. “Of course it is! Everything you make is delicious (M/n)!” The flame hashira would say before wolfing down the entire bowl. “Tasty!” You chuckled at his antics. “Shall i get you some more?” He nodded and you arose to pour him some more.

“He has two arms and two legs (M/n). I’m pretty sure he can pour his own soup.” Shinjuro would remark as you stood. “It’s completely fine. I have no issue with it.” You stated once you returned with Kyojuro’s bowl. “He is a hashira. It won’t kill him to get up every once in a while. He doesn’t need you to be waiting on him hand and foot-“ “That’s enough father.” Kyojuro interrupted. “I would never ask something of (M/n) if it were to hinder him. Now please let us eat in peace.” Shinjuro tsked before continuing to eat. “Say, Kyojuro. Why don’t you get that wife of yours to go wake up Senjuro. He has to start training soon.” A blush found its way to both your and Kyojuro’s faces at the comment. “I-I’ll go get Senjuro.” You quickly stood and scurried to the younger’s room. “I can run you a bath if you’d like Kyojuro?” You offered before you fully exited the kitchen. “That would be lovely (M/n), *cough* thank you.” He stated, face still red and clearly flustered.

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“Thank you (M/n). This is wonderful.” Kyojuro said as he sunk into the warm water. “It’s no problem at all Kyojuro.” You smiled at him and began to work on massaging his tense muscles.

“About what my father said, I apologize if it made you uncomfortable.” The flame hashira said as he relaxed into your touch. “It’s completely fine.” You contemplated on whether or not to say what was on your mind. “I actually kind of liked it.” You whispered, but Kyojuro heard you.

“Oh?” He leaned his head back to make eye contact with you. “Would you enjoy being my wife? Would you like to wait here for me on my missions and then when I’d return, I’d hold you and whisper sweet things into your ear?” Kyojuro teased. His smiled widened as he saw your ears begin to turn red. “Well, I already kind of do that.” You said, attempting to distract yourself by working on kneading the older’s tense muscles.

“(M/n)…” Kyojuro called. “Hmm?” You cautiously looked up at him. “Could you please join me?” You swear you could feel your face turn darker than a beet, but you complied nonetheless.

Now you found your back resting against the chest of the flame hashira as he worked on cleaning your hair.

“How long have you wanted to be my wife?” Kyojuro teased. “Since we were kids. I’ve always admired you Kyojuro. Your resolve, your determination, your kindness, your pure heart, all of it made me fall deeper and deeper in love with you.” You finally admitted what you’d been holding with you for the past seven years. “What if I told you I felt the same?” Kyojuro asked. His hand falling from your hair to hold your hands. “Are you sure it’s not just because we’re both naked and pressed against each other?” You joked. “Well not that I don’t enjoy this, but it’s not at all the reason.” He pulled you closer to him. “All I do is for you. Joining the demon slayer corp, training hard to become a hashira, waking up in the morning, it’s all for you (M/n). While I’m away on missions, all I do is long to come home and see your beautiful smile while you’re reading to Senjuro. To hold you while you work on whatever new interest captures your attention. To taste your amazing cooking. To simply be around you is my will to live. You’re my everything (M/n).”

“But I am a man. You deserve a strong woman to carry your bloodline. Hell, I can’t even wield a sword correctly, how do you expect me to be good enough-“ Kyojuro’s lips met with yours. “Please stop speaking such nonsense. I don’t need a bloodline, I only need you (M/n).” A comfortable silence overtook the bathroom as he simply held you. Relishing in the presence of each other.

“I’ll tell you what (M/n). After this mission is over, I will marry you. How does that sound?” Your heart was beating uncontrollably. “Hello?” Kyojuro giggled as he caught sight of your flustered expression. “Don’t laugh at me! The man I’ve been in love with just expressed his feelings towards me and asked me to marry him in the same hour.” You slapped his chest as he continued to laugh. “Well, do you accept?” He looked into your eyes. “Of course!” Kyojuro smiled and captured your lips again. “Good, now let me show you just how much I love you.”

You two became one beneath that water. Much to the dismay of Shinjuro’s ears.

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As quickly as he returned, he had to leave yet again. Now you stood again at the gate of the estate. Kyojuro’s hands in yours as you begged for him not leave.

“I must go love. This mission is important.” Kyojuro chuckled as you continued to cling to him.

“Come back safely. You owe me a wedding!” You whined.

Kyojuro nodded and brought your lips to his. Holding you tightly and he hoped you would feel all his love.

“Promise you’ll return to me.” You held out your pinky to him.

He intertwined your fingers and kissed your knuckle. “Promise.”

“Say… what kind of mission are you even going on?”

“Something to do with a train. I’m sure it won’t be hard. I’ll be back quickly!”

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mysicklove-main · 11 months

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Parings: Yandere! Rengoku x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 14.3k (Part 1/3)

Warnings: This chpt is pretty chill so, overprotectiveness, slight possessiveness, vague meanings, rengoku personality does 180s, character injury, minor character death, gore (demon eating human and reader gets impaled)

Summary: Meeting the one you have idolized for years is a once in a lifetime experience. So, you live it up, baking him all the treats in the world. When you finally befriend him, you believe that everything is going great. But he keeps saying strange things, and is acting like he isn't leaving by the end of the week...

𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Growing up, you have always idolized demon slayers. Your father was one, and he told you and your brother everything about them from a young age. Sure, it may have scared the daylights out of you, but at least you were forever prepared for the real world.

He had planned to teach both of you the ways of a slayer, but he passed early into your childhood. With your mom passing at birth, it was only you and your older brother. The two of you made do with the loss.

Instead of following in your father’s footsteps, the two of you lived a simple life. The both of you live in a small cottage, just on the outskirts of a village. You woke up early every morning to sell fresh baked goods to the villagers, while your brother traveled west, aiding the sickly, and making money through donations. He always came back after one week of being gone.

When the two of you are together, you always are reminiscing over the stories your father once told. Most of the time referring back to how he met the Hashiras.

By god, you idolized them. You have always dreamed of meeting them like your father did. He described them as the most skilled people on the planet. The protectors of the human world. His words couldn’t help but draw you in. You wanted to know everything about them. How they trained, how they spoke, how they lived.

You daydream all the time about meeting any of them.

Specifically, the son of the man who once saved your father from death. Who granted him an extra three years with you. You have fond memories of how your father used to mention how strong the boy was from such a young age. The boy who was built to protect.

You dreamed of meeting him. You were a plain girl who lived a normal life, so you couldn’t even fathom the thought of being your age and fighting off demons. The thought of him drew you in and you vowed to someday find him.

You knew what he looked like. Your father went into detail about the child. The boy who looks like the flame. Fiery hair and eyes.

You shiver in glee like you always do when you think of your idol. He has to be your age by now, maybe a little older. You wonder what he is like, of course, he has to be unbelievably strong, but was he arrogant because of it? Or was he kind? You didn't care, you just want to see him. Talk to him. Just one time. That's all you needed.

“Hey, Y/N!” Your brother calls as you begin your journey toward the village. You turn, to see him in front of the house, his travel backpack on, and waving at you.

You frown. “You're not leaving right?” You respond, and the waving arm hesitates. He had just got home yesterday, he usually stays for a week before leaving.

“I have to! I just got word that someone needs my help.”

You sigh but nod. He always was so kind. “You'll come back? In a week?”

He grins at you, that bright smile he inherited from your father. You wish yours was as bright as his. That's part of the reason he was loved by all. “Always. I'll be back in a week’s time. Be good without me!”

You throw up a hand, waving him goodbye. “I will! Be safe!” You call and he smiles in return, before turning his back on you and beginning his journey.

You sigh when he disappears, sensing something amiss, but brush it off. Your worries always got the best of you, and you needed to focus.

Alas, you begin to walk forward and toward the village.

You are greeted by your regulars, and many of the elderly come up to you to complain about how big you are getting. You always have to remind them that you are not a child anymore, but nevertheless, they never seem to get it.

The villagers have always been kind to you, and you were forever grateful. With the lack of parents, it was nice to have someone to turn to for affection.

Currently, you were walking around and greeting the villagers, with your hands completely full of fresh goods. A handful of people approached you and paid their dues, with a warm smile. The business was going well, and you were having a nice time chatting with the villagers.

You see a dark hooded figure in the distance, walking quickly toward you. Politely, you make your way to the other side of the road to avoid the stranger. You slightly nod to yourself and continue forward.

Suddenly, at a couple steps away they switch back into your lane and run completely into you. Their shoulder knocks into yours and you wince. Black gloved hands move quickly and you can see them snatch the money in your pocket. You can’t seem to do anything, because the force of his shoulder has sent you falling backward.

You land on your backside with a groan and watch all of your baked goods tumble across the pavement. Immediately you look up toward the stranger, but he was gone. So, you turn back toward the ground and try to scoop up any of the pastries you can.

They are all ruined. You try not to let it get to you, but it hits you hard. You sit on your knees on the hard pavement and clench your fists, trying not to cry. All that time you spent baking and selling was for nothing. Just for some thief to steal your hard work from you.

A shadow stands in front of you, but you ignore it, too focused on yourself to deal with another kind villager. You don’t want to lash out at them.

A booming male voice says, “Are you alright?”

You jump at the sheer power of the stranger’s call but continue to keep your head down. Tears were now pooling in your eyes and you quickly wipe them away. “I'm okay. It's fine, you can go now,” You mumble, but the shadow doesn't move.

“How could I leave a maiden in need?” He continues, still abnormally loud. You shake your head and sigh, before grabbing the remaining pastries and putting them back in their holder. When you begin to stand up, you feel a strong arm, grab onto yours and help ease your way up.

You finally look up to take in the man’s appearance and your eyes widen. Eyes and hair of a flame. A fire kimono. A sword connected to his side.

This was him. The man you have wanted to meet your entire life. It had to be.

Your mouth hangs open as your mind blanks. He frowns slightly. “Are you alright, ma’am?”

“Its…It’s you,” You say breathlessly, not caring at the moment how strange you may sound.

He frowns even more at your vague statement. “Oh! Do you know me?” His voice causes some heads to turn, but he seems to ignore it, almost used to the stares.

You blink at him. You are at a loss for words. He was here. You didn’t actually think this would happen. It was supposed to be just a dream.

A couple of seconds go by.

He instead changes the subject at your silence. “Well! I see that you dropped these.” He points to the now dirty danishes. “How upsetting! I wanted to buy some. Will you make more?”

This seems to snap you back into reality and you begin to ramble nervously. “Oh…Yeah. A thief knocked me over and took my money. Just my luck, huh? But i'll be back tomorrow with fresh ones.” You're blushing. You didn’t say or do anything embarrassing, but the fact that you are finally in his presence is making you squirm.

He smiles and you tear your eyes away from him, a wobbly smile pulling at your face. “Great! I'll buy the whole bunch in advance!” He hands you a huge stack of money and you gape at him. He just handed you two days worth of cash.

“Sir, this is way too much!” You splutter, beginning to hand him back the money. He just laughs in return. His huge body tilts back with the booming noise.

“Nonsense! It's to compensate for what the thief did to you.”

“Are you sure sir? You don't have to do that.”

“I want to. As long as you promise to make more of those danishes!”

His kindness makes you beam and the words slip out of you before you could stop them. “You are so generous, sir. As expected of such a high-rank demon slayer!”

You knew you sounded like a total fangirl, clutching your fists with sparkles in your eyes, but you didn’t care. The fact that you weren’t freaking out right now was impressive.

He cocks his head to the side, the soft smile never falling. “You know who I am?”

“Of course, I know who you are! The flame harisha. One of the strongest demon slayers out there. I am a huge fan, sir!” You grin up at him, setting the ruined danishes aside, and he lets out another powerful laugh.

He didn't seem as shocked that you knew about demons as you thought he was going to be. Or maybe he was just hiding it pretty well. “I didn't know I had fans!”

You hum with a frantic nod. “If everyone knew what you did for us, you would have millions of fans!”

He places a hand on your shoulder and you buzz with happiness. “You are too kind, ma’am. But please don't give me so much praise! I am only doing my job.”

You shake your head, “You’re being way too humble! You have no idea how great you are.” You pause, coming back to reality. You don't want to annoy the slayer with your useless rambling, he was a busy man.

You sigh and instead, bow. “Thank you for everything. I won’t take up your time.” Your voice is quieter and more controlled but still expresses your immense gratitude.

You grab your stuff and head home with a gleeful look in your eyes before he could even say anything.

A second goes by and you begin to daydream about the types of danishes you are going to make for him. Suddenly, you feel a presence, so you turn to your side to see him walking beside you, a small content smile on his face. You almost jump, his movements were so silent, how did he catch up with you so fast?

When he notices you take in his appearance he turns to you and grins. “You’ll be back tomorrow, right? I must dine on some of your baked goods!”

You match his intensity with a wide smile. “Of course. I wouldn’t lie to you, sir!”

“Please, call me Rengoku.”

“Of course, Mr. Rengoku!” You are buzzing again. Two conversations you have had with him and now you know his name. You couldn’t wait to tell your brother all about this.

“Great! I’ll see you tomorrow…” He pauses, turning toward you, hinting for you to continue.

“Y/N.”

“Tomorrow then, Miss Y/N. Stay safe!” And just like he appeared, he disappeared in a matter of seconds, while you are stuck red in the face from your idol saying your very own name.

You could die happy.

You woke up extra early the next morning. The goods had to be absolutely perfect. You were determined for him to like them. You even used some frosting to draw little orange flames on them. You hoped he didn’t think they were lame. It’s definitely a very good possibility he did.

When the sun rose, you grabbed your iteams and quickly headed down the hill. The quicker you got there, the better. You didn’t want them to get cold.

The town was extra busy that day. More people greeted you on the streets and you had to apologize to many that you weren’t selling today. After all, he bought every single one.

Your head hung high and you were practically skipping around the town, beaming at anyone and everyone.

You don’t seem to notice the small curb in front of you. You run into it, and screech when you begin to fall forward, not knowing what to do. You could drop your danishes and save yourself from pain, or you could move the basket up and brace yourself for a harsh fall straight to the face.

You weren’t about to let Rengoku’s desserts get ruined.

Just as you were about to hit the floor you stop. You feel a hand on your shoulder, as you stare face to face with the ground. You clutch the pastries. “Miss Y/N, its a pleasure seeing you here!” The familiar voice calls and you turn red out of sheer embarrassment at the situation you are in.

He pulls you back with just one hand and you have to physically restrain yourself from fangirling. He held your entire weight with one hand like it was no big deal.

You quickly turn around, trying to ignore the fuming of your face, and hold out the pastries to him. “Here! I hope you like them!” You exclaim while pulling the lid off to show him the decorated buns. You take in a deep breath and wait.

His eyes seem to sparkle when he takes in the frosting and you take this as a good sign. He smiles wide and grabs one of the goods. Without a second thought, he plops the entire thing into his mouth.

He chews in silence, and you could almost hear your heartbeat pound as you wait for his thoughts.

With a swallow, his eyes fall back to you, and he says, “Tasty!”

You beam instantly, matching his wide smile. “You think so?”

“I know so. These are one of the most delicious baked goods I have ever had!” The gleeful buzzing is back, you knew that your baking was good, but to hear it from his mouth was such a gift.

He puts both hands on both of your shoulders and you freeze at the touch, internally freaking out. “Come with me, Miss Y/N. Let us eat them together!” He exclaims, before snatching the goods from your hands with one hand and pulling you behind him with the other. You don’t have room for protest.

He leads you to the edge of the town and plops himself on a curb behind a small restaurant, and faces the hill you live on. You sit next to him, and he doesn’t seem to care about personal space, because almost instantly he is crowding yours.

You’re going to have to get used to this, you can’t freak out anymore than this.

He opens the box again and hands you one of the goods, but you pull away. “Those are for you, Mr. Rengoku. I can’t take something you bought!”

But, to your dismay, he grabs your hands, places a baked good into them, and shuts his fingers over yours. “Eat!”

You weren’t going to ignore his demand, so you pick up the bun and begin to nibble on it. He stares, waiting for a reaction. You smile hesitantly, “It’s good!”

“Right!” He exclaims before placing another danish into his mouth, with another loud, “Tasty!”

You begin to laugh at his antics. The way he yells, the way he dragged you away like it was nothing, and simply how enthusiastic he seemed to be. He was a strange man, but you couldnt help but like him even more.

He looks at you as he chews, while you throw your head back in a laugh. “Is there something funny?” He asks, glancing around the area. It was just the two of you.

“You are just so…so human!”

He mimics your smile, even if he is totally lost at your vague statement. “Well, I'd hope so!” He says before taking another huge bite.

Your smile softens as you stare at the food in your hands. “It’s just, I thought you would be different, you know? A Hashira, shouldn't you be super serious or arrogant?”

He swallows his bite and looks out toward the hill. His voice comes out softer, “You idolize me too much Miss Y/N. I am nothing but a man who must protect the weaker people of this world.”

“But do you want to? You aren’t forcing yourself to do this because of your father, right?” He turns to you with slightly wider eyes and blinks. The two of you remain in silence for a couple of seconds.

But then he grins, with the tilt of his head. He places a massive hand on the top of your head and you freeze. “Not to worry, Miss Y/N. I love what I do. I wouldn't change it for the world,” He says, slightly ruffling up your hair.

Another couple of seconds go by as you think of what to say. But he speaks up before you do. “You knew my father?” The man prompts, turning his attention directly on you. It makes you nervous, his watchful eyes seem to take in your every move.

You press on either way, tearing your eyes away so you can focus. “No, but he saved my father about ten years ago. So, I am forever indebted to the Rengoku family. I cannot thank you enough, Mr. Rengoku. Even if it wasn’t you who saved my father, you and your family have protected so many people. Saved so many. It's incredible, really, you're incredible,” You hum and he continues to stare.

You continue, you have been waiting to tell someone this, specifically him, so you couldn’t stop the rambling. “All of the Hashira are. For years I’ve daydreamed about meeting them. You specifically.” You glance up at him and quickly look back down in embarrassment when you see his small smile. “I've always idolized you all. It’s strange to think, we are the same species, but you are someone who risks their lives daily to kill demons, why I sell pastries to keep food on the table. It’s kinda embarrassing when you think about it…” You trail off, taking another bite of the good to keep yourself distracted.

Seconds go by and you begin to get uncomfortable. You turn toward him to meet his watchful stare. His fiery eyes seem to look through you. “I’m sorry, did I make you uncomfortable? I said way too much, please just enjoy the bun, I'll be quiet, I promise!”

He sets the danish down and your eyes follow it with a slight frown. He forcefully grabs your hands and you quickly look up shocked at the sudden touch. “Thank you for the kind words!” He yells and you cringe slightly at the volume. “But like I said yesterday, we are just fulfilling our duty. You are not indebted to anything. And Miss Y/N please don’t think that way! You don’t have to kill demons to be great, you know. Being this good of a baker is way more important than someone like me!”

The way he says it throws you off. It all sounds so genuine like he truly believes that what you are doing is important. He definitely knows how to make someone feel special. “T-Thank you, Mr. Rengoku!”

He smiles wide. “Please, call me Kyojuro! I think we are going to be friends, Y/N!”

You are taken aback. You didn’t think you would ever be friends with someone like him. It makes you grin. “You really think so?”

“Yes! Besides how else am I going personalized fresh goods from a pretty lady?” He says, gently letting go of your hands so he can point to the wobbly icing drawing of a flame located on the center of the bun.

Your face fumes, both from embarrassment at his compliment and the ridiculous decoration. You wave your hands in front of your face. “It’s nothing! You deserve much more sir—Kyojuro.”

“Nonsense! How could anyone deserve something so magnificent!” He declares, loud and full of pride.

It made another small laugh slip through your lips. It was endearing to see how passionate he was about the smallest things. He was unreasonably kind to you.

He grins with a small hum, when he sees you smile, before shoving another bun into his mouth.

“Tasty!”

And just like that, you made friends with a Hashira.

The two of you were quick to get closer to one another. I mean it was simple really, you interviewed him on his entire life story, while he happily explained. You bring him goods every day, and no matter how much you reassure him it’s fine, he always insists on paying you the full amount.

But nevertheless, you have been avoiding the question that hangs in the air. Why are you here?

You don't want to know. There has to be a demon near or else he would never come to this small town. You fear that when you ask that question it’s going to spur his leave. It’s been four days now. He has to be on his way soon.

You've grown attached even in this short period of time. He has to have that effect on others; you wouldnt believe him if he said otherwise. He was the type of person who people couldn’t help but be drawn to. It made you feel possessively good that he was spending time with you rather than the other villagers.

A shoulder bumps into you while you are lost in your daydream. You flinch back and into Kyojuro. He glances down at you and then snaps his gaze back to the man that knocked into you. In less than a heartbeat, the Hashira steps in front of you and grabs onto the jacket of the stranger. You could barely even process what was happening.

“Sir, I’d ask for you to apologize. You’ve disrespected a lady,” His voice is tight, but the Hashira smiles at the man. It makes you gulp.

You realized quickly that Kyojuro is…overprotective. It made sense though, his whole job is to protect people, but these were humans he was protecting you from. And most of the time they weren’t even doing anything amiss. Simple things like, a salesman having a snarky tone at you, a man trying to flirt with you for your service, a small child almost tripping you, or now, someone who accidentally bumped into you.

He never gets truly upset, the smile is still plastered on his face, but the tone is always sharp, dangerous even. His voice was powerful naturally, so to hear it shift was intimidating.

You grab onto his arm before the man could speak. “It’s fine, Kyojuro. It was my fault, I wasn’t paying attention.” You turn to the man and quickly bow in apologies.

His gaze sharpens, and you see his eyebrows begin to furrow at your actions. He didn’t seem to like this.

The man remains in his grasp. “Hey, you can let him go now,” You say, moving your hands to his fingers to try to coax them open.

His eyes remain locked on the man who was now struggling in his hold. “Apologize, sir.”

“Kyojuro, I said-”

He cuts you off, his loud voice cutting your train of thought short. “He touched you, so he must make up for it.” He smiles at you, but this time it doesn’t feel the same as it usually does. The malice in his voice is unhidden.

“I’m sorry! Can you just let me go you crazy bastard!” The man complains, grabbing at the Hashira’s wrist to pull himself away.

In an instant, Rengoku drops him, and the man scampers away, mumbling curses underneath his breath.

You sigh, your gaze following the man that beginning to disappear into the crowd. When you turn back around, Rengoku is staring at you, the familiar small smile on his face. “Was that really necessary?” You whine.

He huffs a small laugh, before placing a hand on your head. Something he seems to do as a sign of affection. “Of course it was! I can't let you be treated that way!”

His usual smile is back and you find comfort in it. In these moments he was always different, but he always snapped back to usual not long after. So, you tend not to dwell on them.

“Whatever you say, Kyojuro,” You hum, before changing the subject. “C’mon, let's head back to my place, I wanna teach you something!”

He pauses, eyes slightly widening. He has never been to your place before. The two of you tended to stay in the village, spending daylight hours with one other. You have never asked him over, and at this time. It was almost evening.

It made him concerned. Do you invite other men over to your place? He knew you idolized him, but if you had met Tengen or Giyuu first, would you have invited them over as well? It made him feel strange to think about it. You were too accepting, you should be more cautious of inviting people over. The two of you only met a couple of days ago.

“You don’t have to go if you don't want to…” You say, your voice unsure at his original silence.

He snaps back to reality, and blinks at you a couple of times, before grinning wide. “I would love to go!” He bellows, causing heads to turn.

You’re used to it by this point, so you grab his hand and lead him up the mountain.

He looks massive in your small cottage. It wasn't just his height. It was his overall frame that made him look so out of place. It wasnt built for a Hashira to live in.

You decided not to comment on it, you didn’t want to hurt his feelings. Besides, a demon slayer needs a frame like that. It was rather intimidating.

You lead him into the kitchen, pulling him away from the shrine dedicated to your parents. He didn’t comment on it, instead bowing low and letting himself be dragged.

You begin to pull out your baking materials, while he stands and watches, occasionally asking if you need any help, to which you deny with a hum.

Finally, once settled you dramatically slam your first on the table, and look up at him with a smile. His eyes follow your fist in a confused, but delighted stare. “I am going to teach you how to bake!” You exclaim, hands thrusting into the air with excitement.

His eyes light up. “Tasty!”

You in turn roll your eyes, the smile still plastered on your face. “That's the goal. I hope that you can make your own goods when…you know.”

His eyes soften, and his voice drops. “I leave?”

“Yeah.”

He walks over to you, and he uses his hand to lightly trace the area near your temple, bending down slightly to meet your gaze. “Don't worry about that for now. We've got time.”

Your mind travels back to that question.

Why are you here?

You ignore the recurring thought. It never seems to leave you alone. It wasn’t worth thinking about it. You were here with your idol, and that should be enough for you. Just meeting him should have been enough. You found yourself getting greedy.

You nod into the touch, blushing slightly, when he pulls away with a hum. You never got used to how physically affectionate he was.

He seemed to think nothing of it, constantly brushing his hand against your body. You’ve thought it was an accident at first, when his hands lingered on your hips for a second too long, or when his hands seem to twitch when they graze yours. But when he led you through a crowd with a hand on your back, it made you realize how touchy he must be.

You didn’t mind of course. If he was showing any affection toward you, it had to be a blessing. Demon slayers would kill to talk to a Hashira, nevertheless, be friends with one.

“So where do we begin?” Rengoku prompts, rubbing his hands together as to prepare them for heavy work.

You laugh, cutting your thoughts off, and begin the lesson.

It turns out he is horrible at baking. For all of the talents he was gifted with, the kitchen was not one of them.

He tried, truly he did, his face is covered with flour, and whenever you asked if he needed help, he pretended that he was doing completely fine. It was cute, really.

But, after twenty minutes of struggling to follow your commands, you saw him begin to get frustrated. His brows were pinched as he tried to knead the dough, way too hard than usual. His fingers dug into it, and you heard his noises of annoyance under his breath.

You walk over to him and stand next to him, before reaching over to put your hands on his. “Gently, Kyojuro. Like this.” You murmur, before guiding the both of your hands to knead the dough, gently this time.

His hands are much larger than yours, and you struggled to move them, but he went completely lax under your hands. He lets you lead them into the repetitive motion, while you mumble instructions.

His silence becomes deafening. Rengoku isnt one to stop talking, especially in situations like these.

You glance up at him, to see that he is staring at you. His eyes are opened wide, his mouth curled up in a small content smile. “What?” You muse, automatically removing your hands from his. His smile drops when they leave.

“That's the first time you touched me.”

“What? No, it’s not, I feel like the two of us are always somehow touching one way or another.”

He barks a laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah, but I always initiated them. You touched me, Y/N!”

You turn red. “Am I not allowed to?” You say, trying not to let the embarrassment get to you.

“Of course not! Please, feel free to touch me at any time and anywhere!”

“Don’t say it like that!”

“What? I am merely speaking the truth. I enjoy it immensely when you touch me, Y/N!” Your hand covers his mouth before he could get anything else out. He blinks at you, before closing his eyes with a wide smile. Probably grateful you were touching him again.

What he was saying was true. You tried to keep a little bit of space between the two of you. Even if he enjoys physical contact, you didn’t want to catch him on a bad time and have him snap on you. Honestly, you don't want to do something that may make him upset, because the idea you have of him in your mind would be tarnished. You like how you see him now.

“Are you done now?” He nods frantically under your hand. You pull away and he beams at you. It was rare to see him not smiling honestly.

He turns back to the dough, a determined look on his face. “Alright, I believe I can do this! Gently this time!”

You nod and stand close to him as he begins to try to knead the dough.

Too soft. Way too softly. It looked like he was afraid to touch it. You sigh. “Kyojuro, I don't think this is going to work.”

His body snaps over to you, his eyes wide and looking a little panicked. “What’s not going to work?” He splutters.

It was the first time he didn’t look like a Hashira in your eyes. He looked like a regular man, who also have their fears and worries. But you have no idea what he seems to be worried about.

You place a hand on his lower arm and tilt your head to the side in a soft grin. His eyes flicker to it, and his body seems to jolt at the touch. He focuses his stare on you. “You baking. I think you should stick to demon-slaying, hmm?”

“But how am I supposed to eat these delicious goods?”

You pause, using your other finger to tap your chin. “You could visit me from time to time and I can make them for you.”

He stares at you, a small frown on his face. He seems to do this a lot, you’ve taken notice too. The staring. It’s like he goes into a whole different world when he looks at you. Sometimes he would speak on what he was thinking about, others he would change the subject.

It seemed that he felt like talking today. Even if the results shocked you so. “Or you could live with me!” He exclaims so loud you swear you saw your porcelain cups shiver.

You blink at him. He smiles in return, and grabs both of your hands, cupping them in his own. “What?”

“I said, you could live with me!”

You shake your head, eyes flickering to your hands in his hold. “No, I know what you said, but what are you talking about? I can’t just pick up and move in with a guy I just met, simply because you like my danishes.”

His smile falters. “It will be more than just you baking for me, I promise Y/N. Besides, we met four days ago and we seem to get along perfectly! Do you not trust me?”

“Of course I trust you, you are a Hashira after all. The world has to trust you.” He doesn't seem to like this answer. His smile drops completely now, and his eyebrows slightly furrow. You gulp, not wanting him to be upset at you. “I mean–It's just that I can’t leave my brother alone! I have to stay here and watch the house when he is gone!”

He drops your hands, the smile returning. “Of course! The brother. You are so kind, Y/N, really.” His hand lands back on your head, ruffling the lose strands. His voice seems to be just barely strained, and the grip on your head is a tad bit harsher than usual. Not enough to hurt, but enough to notice the difference.

It’s not that you don’t want to go with him. It would be a dream come true to live with a Hashira. But you weren’t dumb. You knew that underneath the kimono and the blade by his side, he is still a man. A strong one at that.

The thought made the image of him in your head start to blur once more. You are getting too close to him, and although it was nice to be his friend, when he leaves you don’t want to think of him any differently.

You focus on the task at hand. You fix your hair quickly, while he laughs gently. You beam back at him. “Well, lets finish teaching you how to bake!”

“Right!”

Tomorrow your task was to pick up necessities from the village next door. Stuff like flour, cloth, string, baking supplies, and maybe, if you made enough this week, a new pair of shoes. You go on these trips once every three weeks. They took about the whole day, as it was about a five-ish mile walk and you needed to visit many different shops.

So, you couldn’t see Rengoku tomorrow. The thought made you a little sad, but the two of you had seen each other for five days in a row. You didn’t want him to get sick of you anyways.

The two of you sat on the bank of the nearest river. Him filling up the containers for you, even when you tried to stop him, reassuring you that you could do it by yourself. He didn’t listen of course.

It’s silent between the two of you, instead listening to the sounds of the river passing by. His leg is touching yours. You don’t know if it’s purposeful or not. “I’m leaving tomorrow,” You hum, trying to start up a conversation.

Silence. Your eyes flicker to him. He stares at the ground, eyes wide, and darting back and forth along the grass, as if trying to process something. His hand grips his kimono. “Where?” He breathes, after a couple more seconds of thick tension.

You try to laugh it off, confused by the mood shift, and his eyes snap toward you. Recently, he has gotten more…serious. It made you even more afraid that he was beginning to not like you. “Where?” He questions again, his voice louder this time.

“To the next village over. Need some supplies. It will only take a day,” You reason, and you swear you could see his body begin to relax.

And suddenly, as if nothing happened, he turns to you with a grin on his face. “Of course! We shall go together!”

You blink at him, the thoughts of him getting sick of you resurfacing. Besides, he had a mission to do, you know he did, whether he told you or not. “I appreciate that, Kyojuro, but I kinda wanna do this alone.”

His grin falls in a heartbeat, and his eyes become wide again. Similar to how he looked yesterday. Panicked. “Are you sick of me?”

“What? No! Of course not. How could I ever get sick of you?”

He huffs, turning toward you. “Then we go together!”

“But,” You continue, causing his smile to drop. “I think it’s a good idea for us to spend some time apart. We’ve only just recently met, and we have spent every day together.”

“That’s true! But we are enjoying it, are we not?”

“Well yeah, but we may not…soon.”

“Why?” He begins to move closer to you. You can almost feel his breath on your skin. The proximity makes you shiver.

“Because…Because I don’t know! That’s just how it works.”

“I will not enjoy spending time with you, Y/N. I hope the same for you.” He says that now, but you don’t believe him truly. It’s human nature for one to need alone time. It was strange that someone like him who works alone most of the time doesn’t understand it.

Your head is scrambling for something else to say, and without meaning to you tell him what you have been wanting to know for so long. “Kyojuro, what are you even doing here?”

He falters at this and your own eyes widen. You didn’t mean for it to come out like that. “I’m sorry–I meant, It’s just…are you on a mission out here?”

He smiles at you, his gaze soft, like you say anything, and still, he wouldn’t be mad at you. “Yes. There is a group of demons near the woods. I’m here to end them!”

His story sounds plausible, but you weren’t stupid, he was a Hashira. This mission should have ended after at most two days. And not only that, you haven’t heard of any people going missing. Was he saving them and taking his time to kill the demons?

Rengoku wouldn’t do that. The flame Hashira would never leave demons walking on this world willingly. He must be planning a strategy to kill them. He must be.

But you’ve heard stories of how his father took down hundreds with little to no trouble. Was Rengoku weaker than you thought?

You couldn’t stand the thought of the glorified picture in your head being damaged.

So, you nod. “Well, you should probably stay here to protect the villagers in case something goes amiss?”

“Don’t you worry, my Y/N! Demons don’t come out in the day! The villagers will be completely fine with my absence. Please let me come along! I will not be a nuisance!”

He seems adamant about him coming, and you didn’t want to be a bother. So, with one last sigh, you nod and give in. Besides, you wouldn’t ever be sick of him, and you couldn’t help but cling to the idea that maybe he wouldn’t be either.

The Hashira accompanied you on your journey the next day, grinning the entire time while carrying your bags.

Two days have passed by. You’ve been with him for six days in a row now, and honestly, you’ve never been better. You were wrong about the idea of getting sick of him. Nothing about him steered you away.

In fact, you believe that you have started to have a crush on the Hashira.

Not that you would ever admit it. It was a ridiculous idea, but you couldn’t help but fall for him. It wasn’t even him being a Hashira that drew you in now, it was his personality. Sure, he would always make you feel safe and protected from harm, but it was the way he smiled at you that made your heart flutter. The way he was always so polite, and treated you with the utmost respect.

You haven’t experienced many people like him, so like a moth to the flame, you began to fantasize about what it would be like to be with him.

But, it was naive of you. He was bound to leave soon. A group of demons has ought to be killed soon. If not, his master would surely call upon him soon.

You were growing too attached to him. It was weird to think about how you would have to start doing everything alone again. How silent everything is going to be again.

If you went with him, what would life be like for you?

You throw the thought out. You couldn’t leave your brother alone, he’s all you had left. The two of you needed each other to survive.

“I feel jealous of whoever you are thinking about, Y/N,” Rengoku calls from behind his shoulder, as he helps you put away some dishes. He turns to you with a smile on his face.

You laugh lightly, beginning to get used to his teasing. “Aw, too bad you’ll never know.”

He sets the dish down and begins walking over to you, with a small smirk and raised eyebrow. You don’t move. He approaches you, much too closely as usual, and you try to refrain from blushing. “What?”

“And if I make you tell me?” He questions, eyes staring deeply into yours.

“Hmmm, how?”

His smile widens at your tone. “I have some ideas!”

You laugh at this and jab a finger into his chest. “You, my Hashira, wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

He blinks at you. “You know just what to say to make a man blush!” He exclaims, the familiar loudness returning. It was true, his face seemed to have a twinge of pink.

It took you a second to understand. You didn’t mean it like that. The “my Hashira” was only supposed to tease him in turn. It made you fume from embarrassment. You begin to scramble to explain yourself, but he places his large hand on your head again.

His voice goes softer. “But my flame, that isn’t true. Please don’t doubt me. I wouldn’t hesitate to end someone if anyone hurts you. It’s my job to protect you.”

The seriousness in his voice makes you uneasy. “A demon right? Not a human?” You question, sounding way more nervous than you should be. The way he said it made you really think about how strong he truly is. Without a second thought, he could kill you or anyone if he wanted to.

This thought confused you. Rengoku would never hurt you, nor any human, why does the thought seem to leave a chill down your spine? How are you having these thoughts, when not even a minute ago you were thinking about potentially leaving with him?

He stares at you, the smile not leaving his face. “Exactly,” He says, and then removes his hand from your head, to turn back to the dishes. He was always booming with confidence, why did he sound so doubtful?

Why are you questioning a Hashira’s morals?

You have to get your mind off the subject. It was making things complicated and you were allowing paranoia to get the best of you.

You creep up next to him, grabbing the clay cup from his hands, and away. “Kyojuro, do you remember the time I showed you how to bake?”

He turns to you with a wide smile, eyes lighting up. “Of course! They were delicious!” Well, yours were. His didn’t turn out as well. You gave up on teaching him how to bake correctly, and he didn’t seem to mind at all.

“Well, you must pay a price for my knowledge,” You hum, turning your back towards him to hide your smile.

“Not to worry, I will pay for all the ingredients!”

You roll your eyes at the offering. “A different price. I did you a service, now you have to do me one.”

Footsteps approach you rapidly, and suddenly his chest is against your back. You jump at the feeling and crane your head to look up at him.

Two bright eyes stare down at you, blinking owlishly. His hands fall to your shoulder, and his smile is different this time. It seems more like a smirk, rather than a grin. But still, you could tell that the man was practically gleaming. “What type of service, Y/N?”

His low voice startles you, and you flush at the noise. As on instinct you jump away from his hold and turn toward him. “Not that type of service!” You scramble out, trying and failing to keep your cool.

He laughs at this, and you clench your fists in embarrassment. “I apologize, I was teasing you, Y/N!” When you don’t respond, he continues, tone lighter than before. “I am at your beck and call, what do you need from me?”

“I would like for you to teach me some basic self-defense mechanisms.”

His eyes sharpen in an instant, the laugh in his voice gone. “Why? I will protect you.”

You frown at him, not expecting this reaction. “When you leave, Kyo.”

“You don’t need to protect yourself, I said this earlier. I will not let anything touch you. It’s my duty.”

“When you leave,” You repeat when he doesn’t get the memo. He’s acting like he could protect you even when is gone for his next mission.

His eyebrows furrow and his voice comes out flat. “Do you want me to leave?”

It feels like an accusation.

“What? No, but its inevitable.”

He grabs onto your hands and holds them tightly. It feels more than a regular friendship hold, it seemed desperate, but you were too engrossed in the situation to even think about that. “It doesn’t have to be that way.”

You try to pull away, but he holds them in place. Your voice goes softer, almost as if you were soothing a small child. “I can’t go with you, Kyojuro and you know that. My brother needs me.”

His smile drops in an instant and his face turns cold. “Fine. I’ll teach you. Let’s go outside.” The swordsman says cooly, dropping your hands and beginning to walk toward the door of your house.

Regret fills your veins. You have never seen him upset at you, and you have no understanding of what you did was wrong. He should know that the two of you living together was strange. Unless he was asking for marriage? But that doesn’t seem right, he hasn’t made any romantic moves on you and he would need your brother’s blessing to even be considered.

Or was it asking him to train you that made him upset? But that also didn’t make any sense. Wouldnt he want you to be more protected? Learning basic self-defense is something that everyone should know, and could possibly save your life.

He was so confusing. In one second he’s smiling at you with stars in his eyes, and in the next, he seems to be a completely different person.

Who was he, really?

You scramble toward the door.

He stands in front of you, back facing you. His figure stands tall, and his hair gently falls on the top of his shoulder. Even from far away, he oozes with power.

You tip-toe your way over to him, gulping when his eyes flash to you the second your feet land on the pathway. You smile awkwardly at him, and he in return nods his head with a huff. He turns around to face you. The two of you stand in front of one another in silence.

You begin to apologize, the strange mood was not something you intended, but he cuts you off. “To begin, take out the knife in your pocket.”

You flinch, staring at him in shock. You never told him about the knife you store in case of emergencies. It’s hidden beneath enough fabric that nobody could feel it on you even if they patted you down.

He watches you begin to scramble for an explanation and laughs. The powerful noise throws his head back, with the return of the smile. Another strange shift in his personality. But you don’t mind it at the moment. The cold shoulder he gave you worried you. The laugh makes you feel more at ease immediately, almost forgetting completely about the knife.

“I saw a glimpse of it when you reached for the top shelf!”

A simple explanation. Obviously, it had to be, you were being dramatic, Rengoku would never do anything weird. So, you just nod at him and reach into the cloth to pull out the steel blade.

It was nothing fancy, but your father gifted it to you when you were younger, so you treasured it deeply.

“Great job, Y/N! Now attack me,” He beams, stepping a couple of feet away to give you running room.

You blink at him, trying to ignore the borderline embarrassing encouragement. He said it like you actually did something great. “What?”

“You heard me! Attack me! Pretend I am the thief from a couple of days back!” You do what he says without much hesitation. You asked to be trained, and he knows exactly how to do it. Besides, he was a trained swordsman it’s not like you were going to actually land a blow on him.

You charge at him and swing the knife up toward his shoulder. As expected, he dodged immediately. He now stands behind you. “Again!”

You shift your feet toward him, clenching your teeth as you take another strike, this time aiming for his neck. Like before, he seems to disappear. An arm grabs onto your wrist. He quickly moves your hand positioning on the blade, huffing when satisfied. “That was great Y/N!”

You nod your head, ready for some pointers or any sort of criticism. But Rengoku just stands a couple feet away, and waits for another attack. You grip the knife, and try a different strategy, instead aiming for his feet. It’s useless, he jumps away. “Creative!”

You huff from the exertion and glare at him. Frustrated at the lack of advice, you speak up. “You are supposed to be teaching me.”

He flashes you a grin. “I am!”

“No, you’re not. Your toying with me. How am I supposed to get any better?”

“I actually think you are great at self-defense! And with me around you will never be in danger. I think its time to head inside for the night!”

When he turns to walk away, you jump in front of him, clutching the base of the knife. “Kyo, this is training for when you are gone.”

His eyes flicker to the blade, and for a moment, his voice is flat. “If you want to continue, keep swinging at me.” You obey his command and try to slam your arm into his shoulder. He continues, voice now expressing more of his emotions, “Why do you keep bringing that up? We will deal with that later!”

You scan the area for where he landed after the dodge. “Your mission is bound to end soon. I know how these things work, my father told me about it. You will leave and it will be soon.”

With a swipe to his collarbone, he jumps back behind you, and you feel his hand caress your neck. You shiver at the soft touch of his calloused fingers. His breath is right next to your ear. “Are you forcing me away?”

You clench your teeth at this and try to turn to him, but he has already moved. “Why do you keep saying these things?”

“Because it sounds like you want me to leave. Is that it, Y/N? You’re sick of me already?”

Another swing, you're so worked up that you don’t even care where to aim at.

“No! My god Kyojuro, you are acting so strange!” In an instant, you feel the blade come in contact with flesh and you freeze. Your heartbeat picks up, eyes wide, as you stare at the Hashira.

Blood drips from his hand and feel yourself pale. Your pulse picks up when the Hashira eyes for the first time during this training leave yours. He hisses out in pain and you watch his eyes widen at the wound.

“Oh. Ow.”

You immediately rush over to him to make sure he was alright. You grip his hand, mind trying to grasp anything your brother has taught you. You half drag him to your cottage, dropping the knife midway. He follows behind you silently, holding his hand up to try to slow the bleeding.

You push him into the nearest chair, and scramble toward the first aid kit your brother left.

When you return, he’s staring at you silently, like he is waiting for some sort of reaction. You pay no mind to it, trying to stay focused on the task at hand.

You kneel down in front of him and he jumps, grabbing onto the chair with the other hand. You glance at him with a raised eyebrow, before grabbing his hand and beginning to clean the wound. “I'm sorry. I should have been paying attention. I didn't mean to.”

“Hmm. It really hurts.” His tone comes out whinier than you have ever heard before and you begin to really panic. He was a demon slayer, he must get hurt all the time, and if this was hurting him, then it must have been a sensitive spot.

When you pour alcohol on the injury, he hisses and you place a hand on his leg to try to comfort him. You feel his gaze on you, as you hold back tears, the guilt tearing ruthlessly at you. “I’m sorry. What can I do to make it up to you?”

A smile begins to resurface and you feel better almost instantly. “No more lessons?!” he says, placing the other hand on your head again.

Why was he so insistent on you not being able to protect yourself? Wouldnt he feel better knowing that you can be safe on your own?

Maybe he has some sort of traumatic past for self-defense that you don’t know about? You don’t know much about him, so that does sound like a reasonable answer.

“Of course! I promise I won't ask again.”

He beams down at you and your heart begins to pound, like it has been the past couple of days. “Great!”

You nod at him, and his eyes flicker to the hand still placed on his leg. You immediately pull away from him, embarrassed, but he grabs it before you can fully remove it. “One more request.”

You try your best not to blush, as he places the hand back on his leg, and begins to rub his thumb over the back of it. His voice softens, and his stare is unwavering. “You have to dote on me. I’m injured, so you can't leave my side until I have healed.”

You blink slowly, but nod your head automatically. It was his dominant hand that was injured, so he may struggle with basic tasks. Plus, you didn't mind not leaving his side. It’s not like the two of you have not been glued to one another since you met. It wouldnt be that big of a change. “Of course! I'll take care of everything. You don’t have to lift a finger. I’m sorry again, Kyojuro.”

He smiles, with a tilt of the head and picks up your hand, giving it a gentle, but affectionate squeeze. “Nonsense! But Y/N, I need you to promise not to leave my side. Do you understand?”

The intensity in his words makes you hesitate. “Until you are healed?”

His words become more frantic, and the grip on your hand tightens. He refuses to look away from you, the bright eyes seeming to peer into you. “Yes. Can you promise me?”

You had no idea why he was so insistent about this right now, but you give in immediately under his stare. “I promise I won't leave your side.”

He stands up, pulling you up effortlessly with him.“Good! Now, don't you think its time for bed!”

You pause for a second, completely forgetting about the fact that he was spending the night. At night he was off slaying demons, or so you assumed, so you never really saw him past sundown. You glance at the hand and sigh, he must have to stop because of you. You ignore the ache in your heart. You already apologized, it was the best you could do.

“Sure. You can sleep on my brother’s cot. He isn’t here.”

He uses your hand to pull your forward, so you had to look directly up at him. You are used to the forwardness, so when you collide with his chest, you don't even question it. “You just promised,” He says with a cocked head.

“But you won’t need any help when you're sleeping!”

He throws his head back in a laugh. “You never know! Besides, I think–” He hisses out and his eyes fall back to the injury. Your own eyes widen and quickly cup the injured hand, worry plastered on your face.

You are quick to reply, not wanting to make it harder for him. “Okay. I'll bring the cot into my room!” You scramble out, before heading into your brother's room and beginning to drag it over.

He starts to walk toward you, as to help you, but he stops midway. He glances at his hand, and then sighs gently, fidgeting as he watches you move the cot by yourself.

Once finished you turn to him with a small smile. “I am going to get ready for bed. I can lend you my brother’s sleep attire?”

“It’s okay! I have clothes under my kimono that I wear to bed.” He says, already peeling himself from the top layer of clothing. You slam the door shut immediately, and you hear the booming laugh from behind the door.

As you head back to wash your face, your mind travels back to the incident. No matter how you think about it, it was strange. He dogged every single one of your attacks without even a hint of a challenge. It was like he wasnt even taking you seriously.

So how did you land a blow? You were just a regular girl and he was a trained Hashira, ready to defend himself at any moment.

Was this on purpose?

But Rengoku wouldn’t do anything sly. He was always kind to you, and a Hashira. Hashira’s don’t trick people, they protect them from people who scheme.

He must have been distracted from the whole self-defense thing. You should really stop doubting his morals.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see a slightly burnt piece of paper on the floor. About the size of a letter.

Immediately, you wander over to it, confused because you haven't received a letter in a while. Plus, you would have read it before and why was it opened?

When you bend down to pick it up, a hand lands on your shoulder. You jump back in shock, to see a shadowed figure.

You know it’s Rengoku, even in the darkness, his figure is very much defined. But the presence still makes you unnerved. Maybe it’s the fact that you can’t see his smiling face in the darkness. “Kyo?”

His voice is flat. “C’mon, Y/N. Let's go to sleep.”

Your eyes flicker toward the paper on the floor. “Sure, one second I just need to–”

“In the morning. Please? I can’t go to sleep if you aren't there.” You feel the brush of the bandages on the back of your neck. It makes you shiver, and remember his injury. You clench your fist for a second, but sigh and turn around.

He was right, it will be there tomorrow, and besides it would be hard to read at this time anyways. “Right.”

As the two of you lay next to one another, his non-wounded hand brushing over your face, you make small talk. The two of you whisper in the dark and laugh over nothing important.

He tells you stories of the demons he slayed, and you unconsciously lean even closer to hear them. He is powerful, and kind, and smart, its overwhelming that someone like him is next to you.

You see a hint of a smile in the darkness. “What are you thinking about?”

“You are so cool Kyojuro.”

His body rumbles with a laugh, quieter than usual since its late and the house is silent. “You praise me too much.”

He leans closer, and the two of you are only a couple of inches apart now. “It’s true. Do you know what I give to be like someone like you?”

The face petting stops for a moment. “I don’t like that idea. It’s too dangerous out there for you. I like the thought of coming home to you, with fresh goods in your hands. Safe and away from any threats”

Your face heats up at the words. He makes it sound so romantic, and to be honest, you don’t mind the idea. But your brother should be home any day now. “I can’t live with you. You know this.”

He hums at you. “What if I told you I have fallen for you?” He murmurs, his voice low and soft. His calloused fingers return to tracing your face.

Your heartbeat picks up, and he must have noticed, because he chuckles lightly. “You like me?” You say, eyes wide, wishing desperately to see his face better in this moment.

“Is that outlandish?”

You look away, instead focusing on the shadows of your fingers. “Well…I don’t know. I’m just surprised.”

“I thought my intentions were clear. Please forgive me, if I confused you.”

It made sense that he was pursuing you. All the stares and the adoring touches. You just didn’t want to think of the possibility of someone as amazing as him liking you. Didn’t want to think of the fact the two of you won’t work out. “No, you didn't, it's fine. I actually like you too…But you are leaving.”

“Come with me. Live with me. I will treat you well. We can be happy together.”

At this point, the two of you were going in circles. You have had this conversation multiple times, and still, he doesn’t seem adamant about giving up. “I won’t leave my brother alone.”

He rolls himself on top of you, most likely annoyed that you weren’t looking at him anymore. He rests his body on his forearm, and his hair brushes your face. His voice is in a hoarse whisper. “You are too kind, Y/N. Think about yourself for once.”

You try your best to ignore the position. His body seems to engulf your own, and it makes you feel unreasonably small, but you’re unwilling to back down. “You know I can't do that. You know what it is like to have a sibling.”

His eyes become wider, and more desperate looking. You can’t meet his stare. “What if he was gone? You would come with me, right?”

Your head snaps back to him, and you look at him in shock. “Why would you say something like that?” You seem to hiss out.

At your tone, he becomes meeker, as if he was hiding into himself. He rubs his forehead against yours, with a hint of a whine in his throat. “Do you even like me?”

You immediately regret what you said, and instead begin to grow concerned. You have never seen him sound so upset before. “I do. I promise I do!”

His head falls into your neck, and his body begins to tremble. “You're causing me so much pain, my flame,” he whines and you begin to internally freak out.

Rengoku was never one to get his emotions involved. He was always upbeat with you, and the fact that he was so hurt over this must mean something big to him.

You place your hand on the back of his head, to try to get him to calm down. He was your idol, and now crush, you didn’t want to see him hurt, but you love your brother.

“If my brother found somewhere to live and be happy with, I would go with you. But he isn’t looking for a wife currently. So, I can't. I would love to, but I can't. I’m sorry, Kyo.”

In a heartbeat, his mood switches. He pulls his head out of your neck and begins grinning from above you. He rubs his nose onto yours, and you on instinct scrunch it up in surprise. “You want to. That's all I need. You want to live with me. Thank you. Thank you, so much!”

He rolls the two of you over so now the both of you are on your cot, with your head on his chest. You smile lightly at him, glad whatever you said finally made him calm down.

His non-dominant hand rests on the back of your head, and you blush, finally taking in a new position. His body expels warmth, and you find comfort in it.

Savorying the last amount of time you have with him to the fullest. It’s getting harder to ignore the ache in your chest whenever you think about him leaving.

Slumber begins to take a hold of you, and you listen to the rhythmic sound of the man’s heartbeat.

A couple of minutes go by, and you hear a whisper near your ear. “My flame?”

You hum and try to hold back a smile. “I like the nickname.”

He chuckles, and your body shakes from the force of it. “Me too. But Y/N, make sure you come back to me. Always. Do you understand?”

You yawn, in your half-sleep state, but mumble out a, “Okay.”

He sighs, and he continues to pet your hair affectionately. “Good. Goodnight. Sleep well, Y/N. Tomorrow is going to be an eventful day.”

But you couldnt hear his warning. You had already fallen asleep the second after you agreed to his strange request.

You are awoken at 2:50 AM the next day by frantic whispers and aggressive shaking to your body. You blink a couple of times and flinch at the harsh light in your face.

Your pupils begin to constrict to the light, and your eyes scan the figure in front of you. Your brother was shaking you awake, with panicked eyes and a lantern in his hands. “What are you doing here? You were supposed to leave!”

He drags you from the cot, and you stumble forward. Your mind finally begins to awake, and you regain consciousness of the situation at hand. “Brother? What’s happening? Are you okay?”

He grabs your hand and pulls you through the small house, scrambling through cupboards looking for something. When he pulls out your father’s sword, you gulp.

He heads back over to you and begins to drag you away. “Didn’t you get the letter? You are supposed to be heading east by now!”

“What’s happening?” You reason again, voice louder and more panicked. He turns to you, and you jump at his appearance, finally able to see him clearly. His hair is a mess, he’s slightly trembling, and he looks like he hasn’t slept in days.

He grabs onto your both shoulders, and his voice coming out frantic. “A demon. Or maybe multiple. I got messages that people have been disappearing from towns, and some of their….remains have been scattered around villages. It’s traveling from village to village, and yesterday it hit the town where we get our goods. Five innocents are gone and our village should be next. Tonight.”

You stare at him, eyes wide in shock. “Why are you here? You shouldn't have come!”

“I was going to grab fathers sword. We need some sort of protection while we wait until the demon slayer’s corpse comes.” He doesn’t know how to use it, he's a healer, and neither do you, but it was better than nothing. Especially if the two of you were without a home until everything clears up.

“Grab your knife. Everything going to be okay. Just trust me. Everything is going to be fine,” He mumbles, seemingly trying to comfort himself more than you. He begins to drag you toward the door and you begin to reach in your pocket for your father’s knife.

It wasnt there. You lost it when you cut Rengoku.

Your eyes widen when you finally realize his disappearance. You turn around and quickly scan the room before your brother pulls you completely outside.

“Kyo-” A hand covers your mouth immediately.

Your brother looks at you in pure fear, and you feel your own bubbling up at his gaze. “Quiet. We have to be as silent as we can. It could be near,” He whispers at you, and you nod from behind his hand.

Your eyes dart around the area for the demon slayer. But he is nowhere to be found. He’s probably out looking for it by now.

But he’s injured. Is it really okay for him to be fighting in his state?

Your brother removes his hand from your mouth and begins to drag you forward, a sword in one hand and your hand in the other. You gulp and follow him in the darkness.

A couple of minutes go by and the two of you haven’t said a word. The both of you had heard eerie noises, and you swear you heard a woman’s scream far off in the distance.

Your mind flashes back to all of the villagers you have gotten close to. It was better not to think about it. Rengoku should be there soon.

The two of you took the path into the woods. It was not the normal path to take when heading eastward, but it was safer. You both knew the woods well, and the chances are the demon is raiding the village. That’s what they have targeted the last couple of days at least.

Suddenly, you hear a growl to the right of you guys. Your brother freezes, and you run into the back of him. Your heartbeat picks up, and the hair on your neck rises. Your brother is trembling in front of you.

You turn to noise to see three bright yellow eyes staring at the two of you. A deathly aura creeps on the two of you, and it’s pin-drop silent.

Your brother grabs you by the shoulders and pushes you forward yelling out, “Run!”

As on instinct, you turn back to him to pull him with you, but he’s gone. As if he vanished into thin air. The eyes disappeared as well.

A mass amount of dread and fear weighs on top of you, as you begin frantically scanning the woods. Your heartbeat is pounding in your chest and you’re shaking out of your wits. “Brother? Brother, where are you!”

Tears begin to form in your waterline, and you begin running, searching desperately for any trace of him. In the back of your mind you know your not going to be able to do anything, but it doesn’t stop you from trying.

You wish Rengoku was here. He would be able to find your brother in a heartbeat, but he was most likely in the village. Where the demon should have been. But it doesn’t stop you from calling his name desperately for help.

Which is exactly how you attracted your very own demon. Your brother told you to be quiet, and you should have listened better. Fear made you naive.

It was standing in front of you, its eyes seemingly pinning you down. It was smiling at you, showing off its razor-sharp teeth, and you take a step back. You were trembling, alone, and defenseless against the demon.

“What’s a young girl like you doing out here alone?” The voice was high in pitch and shrill. A step toward you.

You don't respond, eyes darting around for an exit, while the demon continues to laugh and move forward, closer toward you.

You turn around and run. You dont have many choices in this situation and you rather take a chance than be a sitting duck.

It didn’t work, but you knew it wouldn’t. The demon grabs at your leg and pulls you back toward him. You fall forward onto the ground and hiss at the feeling of rock digging into your skin. You are being pulled backward, and the clawed hand on your ankle makes you shiver.

“I think I will take my time with you,” The being coos, licking a stripe up the back of your leg.

Tears stream down your cheek as try to kick it off, to no avail. It’s going to tear your limps apart and eat you. Your brother is not going to be saved, and your family line is going to end.

With your last plea, you begin to scream. Loud enough to most likely alert every living being in the forest. Even the demon hisses out in annoyance.

Suddenly, there is a flash of orange and red. A flame.

You hear the plop of a sliced head a second later, and the slicing sound of the demon’s arm being physically removed from your leg. You cringe at the sound, but relief immediately floods your veins.

You turn your head to the side to see Rengoku, slightly frowning in concentration while he sheathes his sword. When he catches your eye, he smiles, and the comforting action makes the tears continue to flow.

He's holding you in an instant, crouched on one knee while wrapping his arms around your figure. His eyes are wide with slight panic, and his grip on you is tight. In any other situations, it may have been overbearing, but you craved the warmth.

His voice is hoarse and seemed to have a waver in it. “I was so scared, my flame when I couldn't find you. I thought you really left me. Or something worse had happened to you. The thought makes me feel ill. Tell me, why were you in the woods? You weren't supposed to be in the woods!”

You take a couple of deep breaths to calm yourself down, while he runs his hands up and down your body as if reassuring himself that you are actually there. “We were trying to–” You freeze, eyes widening and immediately squirming in his grasp. “My brother. We have to find my brother! A demon has him!”

His hold on you doesn’t let go, and your movement is futile. He stares into the distance as if almost entranced by something. He doesn’t say anything for a long second, but when he does, his voice seems to be in a whisper. “Does it now?”

You don’t pay attention to the tone, too distracted by the thought of your brother being on the verge of death. “Yes! So we have to go. Kyo, we don't have time!”

He hums, and the grip on you loosens, allowing you to stand up, and away from him. He stands in front of you, calm and composed while staring at you. You, on the other hand, are scanning the woods frantically trying to figure out where the demon is and failing miserably.

“Let’s go this way,” You say with uncertainty, pointing to the direction where you had last seen him. When you take a step forward, a hand grips your wrist, and you make eye contact with his owl-like eyes.

“You will stay. I will find him for you. It’s too dangerous for you.” The statement is unwavering as if it was a command to you, with no room for question.

“But-”

“Don't be afraid, my flame. I will place you in a tree, safe and hidden from harm.” He didn’t understand that you did not care for your own safety, it was your brother that you were concentrated with.

You turn to him with pleading eyes. The idea of you sitting here while your brother could be getting murdered, makes you feel sick. You need to be there for him the second Rengoku saves him. “Please, I won't get in the way! I can help, please just don’t leave me behind.”

His eyes widen at the statement, and he grips onto your shoulders with both hands. “I would never leave you behind. Never in a thousand years. But I am not the type of person to put the one I care about in danger. You will sit on a branch until I grab you. Safe from harm.”

He scoops you up with ease, and you jump with slight surprise. Then, he walks over to the nearest tree. “Please?” You plead for the last time, and he smiles at you.

“Everything will be fine, my love. After tonight, everything will be perfect. Just let me do this.” He murmurs and you sigh, and allow him to do whatever must be done.

He walks up to the nearest tree and eyes it, before making a small huffing sound. Then he holds you in one arm and jumps. Way higher than a normal man would be able to you, and your eyes widen in shock.

He grabs onto a branch and pulls the two of you up, while you continue to stare at the fact that he is doing this effortlessly with one hand. He sets you down onto the branch, with your back leaning on the trunk for support.

You glance down and gulp. It was way higher than you expected, but Rengoku didn’t seem to notice it. He is balanced on the branch with ease and instead is focused solely on you. “You will be okay, do not fret. If anything goes amiss, shout for me and I will come running.”

You nod your head and he smiles softly. He begins to turn around but pauses when you grip his kimono. “You will save him right?”

He blinks at you and sightly frowns. “Everything will be alright.”

You believed him.

You were an idiot. An idiot for believing him. An idiot for jumping out of the tree in the first place.

Not long after Rengoku left you, you heard your brothers scream.

You acted on pure instinct. You moved within a second, trying to climb down the tree. The Hashira made it seem easier than it was to maneuver on the tree. You slipped and fell.

You hissed when you landed on the floor. Very much close to breaking your legs, but you got lucky. You stand up and try to ignore the pain shooting up your spine. Then, you turn toward where you heard the noise.

It was during your sprint you realized you made a mistake. What were you going to do against a demon? How are you going to help your brother? He was the one medically trained, not you. Aren’t you just going to make things worse? You could be killed too.

But you were too deep in it now. Tree trunks turn into a blur as you continue to run, your legs throbbing with every step.

You notice a figure and stop immediately. When you catch your breath and notice who it is, you cover your mouth. Your father’s sword lays next to the curled-up body. There was so much blood, he was barely recognizable.

But you couldn't keep your eyes trained on your loved one. Crouching above him was a demon, chewing.

Nausea hits you like a train and you’re forced to take a step back. You dont have it in you to scream for help. Would Rengoku even get here in time?

Where is he? What was he doing all this time? He told you everything is going to be fine, why is your brother laying in a pool of his own blood?

You continue to stare, the fear making you immobile. You take in the demon. It was strange, nothing like the one you had last saw. It was trembling before the body, as if afraid of something. It’s letting out disgusting wavering whines and cries, between each bite.

Your thoughts are cut short.

A shiver runs up your spine, and you freeze. You see the hair on your arms begin to raise, and your breath catches. Your eyes flicker back to the body, and the demon hasn’t moved.

A nail as sharp as a dagger, trails its way up your arm, and you begin to tremble. You feel the power the demon emits, and it is different from the one before.

You shouldn't have moved. You shouldn't have left the tree.

You hear the horrific noise before you can feel it. Your eyes flicker to the space right above your hip, to see the long fingernail peering out. Through you. And in an instant, you hear the squelching noise, and the finger is gone.

Like a dog lapping a bone, you hear the demon lick its finger clean and shiver.

You hear frantic, nervous mumbles behind you. “Just a taste is fine. It’s alright if I have just a taste. I didn’t kill her, just wanted to try it…” The being that made your skin crawl, sounded absolutely petrified. You didn’t know of what, and you didn’t want to find out.

But, you didn’t have time to ponder. Your kimono is turning a deep red, and you feel the blood beginning to drip down to your legs. You fall to your knees with wide eyes, not knowing what to do. If you don’t wrap it, you are sure to bleed out within minutes.

The demon behind you panics, frantically telling himself that you aren’t going to die and everything is fine. But you’ve tuned it out.

You look up toward your brother again and freeze. Just a couple feet to the right of the two figures was a man leaning against a tree. The fiery hair that you could pinpoint in a crowd makes him recognizable in less than a second.

Rengoku was watching your brother get devoured with a blank stare.

The loss of blood had to make you see things. Or maybe it was the fear. Something had to be wrong with you. He would never do such a thing.

You clutch at your side with your hand. “Kyo?” You mumble, and his head snaps toward you, somehow hearing the call. He removes himself from the tree in an instant, and he stares at you with wide frantic eyes. You’ve never seen him look so petrified.

In a blink of the eyes, and a flash of a flame you hear the demon behind you getting beheaded. “She isn’t dead! You promised! I was–” Another slicing sound and silence.

He’s by your side in the next second. He’s tearing off his kimono in an instant. “What are you doing here? Y/N, you're not supposed to be here! Fuck, the bleeding.” He’s tearing apart the cloth with his teeth, and wrapping it around your torso. You don't notice the shaking of his hands.

You feel dizzy and weak, from the mix of the bleeding out and all the other beatings you sustained. You can’t focus on his words, you are staring at your brother.

You miss the panic of his words. The way he trembles in front of you. “It's going to be okay. Don’t worry, I will take care of everything. It'll be okay.”

The demon has scrambled off, and it was just his mutilated body left behind and the sword. Tears well up in your eyes, and your brother’s now lifeless eyes stare into yours.

You point to him and Rengoku follows your finger. Your words are soft, broken. “Help him. Please.”

But he ignores you. You're being lifted again, the callused hand putting a decent amount of pressure on the wound. He leads you back to your house, while your left staring at the body left in the grass.

You're exhausted, you can't fight him. For the last time, you plead, “Help him.” before closing your eyes and slumping against his body.

“It's going to be alright, my flame. I won't let anything happen to you. I will protect you now.”

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rougepancake · 11 months

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can u do female demon slayer characters eating out their girlfriend for the first time? (I loved the genya thing but I am extremely homosexual)

I’VE GOTCHU 😩💚

Ft. Kocho Shinobu, Mitsuri Kanroji, Lady Tamayo

Warnings: SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL CONTENT UNDER THE CUT!!! MDNI!!! Cunnilingus, oral sex, slight inexperience in Mitsuri’s (she’s so cute I can’t help myself)

KOCHO SHINOBU

She’s buried between your legs, lapping mercilessly at your clit, two of her fingers pumping in and out of your cunt as you cry for more.

She knows what she’s doing and it shows.

In fact, that’s what led you two to this moment.

You shouldn’t have told her that her head game sucks.

No seriously.

Shinobu doesn’t handle disrespect well, and proved you wrong within seconds.

That was thirty minutes ago.

MITSURI KANROJI

She has you sprawled out on her bed, your legs over her shoulders as she curiously looks down at your dripping cunt.

Of course she knows how to please a woman. She’s pleasured herself before.

But how does she please you?

Hesitantly, she leaned forward and stuck her tongue out, experimentally licking up your slick folds. She shivered at the taste and went back for seconds, relishing in how sweet you were.

You let out a gasp of pleasure and threw your head back, which told her all she needed to know.

LADY TAMAYO

She’s never been with a woman like this before, and it shows. She knows the basics, but what if she’s not satisfactory for you?

It helped that you were guiding her through it, but she was still nervous.

Which was odd because she can’t remember the last time she was this anxious about something that wasn’t in reference to Muzan.

Slowly, she dipped her tongue between your folds, moaning softly at the taste.

You were so sweet. So delectable.

You had just become her favorite dessert.

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peachdues · 2 months

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THE GREAT WAR (PART I) — ANNOUNCEMENTS AND CONTENT WARNINGS

Well, this one has been a long time coming, hasn’t it?

My goal is to get Part I completed and published this weekend. It will be roughly 25-26k words in length.

I’d really appreciate it if y’all can read through this before you read Part I. The Great War is very different from my other fics, in terms of both style and the general setting, so I feel it necessary to give some context.

First, The Great War is a non-linear story. This might seem a bit confusing, given that Part I takes place over the course of a little more than a year. However, you’ll likely notice there are some gaps in the story as you read through — these are intentional. While Part I is a chronological telling of Reader and Giyuu’s relationship, Part II features several major flashbacks to events that occur during the timeline of Part I that are not actually shown in Part I. So if you find yourself getting curious about when a character finds out a bit of information, or referenced some past occurrence that you didn’t read — know that it’s intentional, and it will show up in Part II.

Second, Part I of The Great War follows the canon timeline as closely as possible, with a few minor deviations. There are references to multiple canon events in the series, and I tried to follow it as much as I could. Huge shoutout to @/demonslayedher her incredible timeline.

Third, the reason TGW has taken so long is that I tried to be as historically accurate as was feasible to both Japan and its culture. That said, Shinto shrines and the practices of Shrine Maidens in particular were heavily cracked down upon by the Imperial government during the Meiji Era (the era immediately preceding the Taishō period in which Demon Slayer is canonically set). Obviously the reality of Shinto shrines and their practices during that period complicates the setting of TGW, and particularly, the Reader character, so I took some creative liberties. However, I do reference the fact that the Shrine where the Reader trains is not what it once was, and it functions more like a girl’s boarding house/school, where the girls who live there just happen to also be educated in Shinto practices/Shrine keeping.

Fourth, because there are a lot of references to Japanese culture and practices, I will link an addendum for your reference. The most important things to know is that Miko means “Shrine Maiden,” which is why it is used frequently.

Finally, I do want to acknowledge that the Reader is given a slight description — namely, in terms of her hair. It is described as very long, and when discussed from Giyuu’s perspective, he frequently depicts it as “silky.” This is not meant to be exclusive in any way — lots of hair types can be silky. I do make a very conscious effort to avoid using physically describing my Reader inserts (apart from acknowledging their beauty because, guess what? You’re all beautiful!!) But as the story is set in Taisho Era Japan and Reader is a Shrine Maiden, I found it difficult to avoid giving some vague description of her hair — especially given its importance with respect to a certain gift she receives from Giyuu during Part I. Please know that these references come up very sparingly, and again, I do avoid going into greater detail. Beyond that, she is only described as beautiful from Giyuu’s point of view.

Now, onto the content and trigger warnings.

Like most of my works, The Great War contains explicit sexual content, so minors do not interact.

This next warning is not so much centered around Part I, but more for the story in general. TGW is heavily centered around Giyuu attempting to deal with his trauma following the end of the canonical series — and it does feature violence as well as instances of PTSD. I don’t believe anything is too graphic, but it’s just something to keep in mind. That said, his PTSD will not appear in Part I — however, it will be a main focus of the story from Part II, on.

So, here are the warnings for The Great War

CW: explicit sexual content • MDNI • loss of virginity • unprotected sex • virgins being virgins • oral sex (F!receiving) • squirting • fingering • Giyuu is obsessed with Reader’s pleasure • creampies • semi-public sex • tbh they fuck everywhere but the bed • mention of pregnancy • protective Giyuu • possessive Giyuu • Giyuu is a simp for one person and it’s Reader • pregnancy (later)

TW: canon-typical violence • strangulation • PTSD • depictions of trauma • nightmares • some angst • Giyuu struggles with communicating his feelings • brief instance/implication of stalking by a non-canon character • mild description of panic/anxiety

My goal is to have Part I posted this weekend, so here’s to hopefully seeing y’all soon!

#🍑 — announcement #giyuu tomioka #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kny x reader #kny fanfic #kny giyuu #giyuu x reader #demon slayer fanfic #kny tomioka #tomioka giyū #tomioka giyu x reader #giyuu

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asirensrage · 10 months

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can you Write a scenario in demon slayer on how each character would react if y/n had the ability to use her rare blood type to fully turn anyone back to human. How would each hashira react in this situation at the hashira meeting by ubuyashiki. And what would be there plans be for her? This is also including muzan as at some point a demon will report of this new finding.

Alright! This is the first kind of ask I've received like this. I'm not sure how well it's going to go, lol, but I'm going to do my best! Thanks for asking and I hope you like it! (I haven't written for them in a while so please lmk what you think)

Rating: T Pairings: None (mention of canon pairings) Warnings: Death threats (from Muzan), slight swearing. Suggested consensual experimentation? Unbeta'd Also, there are references to canon backstories but no major details

Before the Meeting:

You stand to the side, waiting.

You hadn’t entirely planned for your ability to be revealed, you didn’t even know it existed until the attack, but after the demon and its sudden and confusing transformation, you couldn’t ignore what happened. You couldn’t ignore that they needed help.

One of the demon slayers who found you in the aftermath brought you to meet the Ubuyashiki family and the leader of the Slayers. In that meeting, you learned everything and he reveals to you that you had the potential to change the world in their favour. As terrifying as it is, you could save people. The Ubuyashiki’s look at you as if you’re a saviour. Honestly? You have no clue what you’re doing.

That doesn’t stop him from calling a meeting of the Hashira, the strongest slayers of their time. If anyone is going to help you achieve this new goal of theirs, it’s them. So you wait, trying not to fidget in your nervousness as you feel their gazes on you before Ubuyashiki arrives.

The Reactions:

Sanemi

It’s strange for them to be called this soon and he hasn’t taken his eyes off of you. You’re a stranger and despite knowing you could only be here with permission. He doesn’t trust it but he waits. He’ll hear it from the master himself.

You’re introduced and honestly? He’s confused. It’s not possible. It shouldn’t be possible and if it was anyone except the Master, he wouldn’t believe it. He still doesn’t believe it.

“Not that I am doubting you, Master,” he calls out. “But you can’t expect us to believe this without proof.”

“Of course, I wouldn’t, my children, but I do ask that you trust me. Their abilities have been seen by multiple slayers in the incident it was revealed.”

“Tch,” he mutters but he nods.

It’s fine. He’ll keep an eye on them. Maybe if their blood actually works, they can get rid of Muzan and Genya will finally be fucking safe.

Shinobu

Shinobu is aware of the stranger but isn’t concerned. You wouldn’t be here unless you served a purpose and when you’re finally introduced, she’s fascinated.

There’s never been a recorded case of someone with the ability to transform a demon into a human, the complete opposite of Muzan and his creatures' abilities. It’s fascinating and the first thing she’s going to do once this meeting is over is make sure you return with her to the Butterfly Mansion. She needs to compare your blood to a regular human's and see if there is any difference. There has to be a way to measure the ability.

She wonders if Wisteria would have any effect on you and she’s already calculating the tests she can do. As Master Ubuyashiki replies to Sanemi, it occurs to her…could your blood help him? Could it stop the illness or remove it completely? She needs to look into this.

Tengen

“How flashy!”

Tengen has never heard of anything like your ability in his life, but he can’t wait to see it in action. He knows it’s bound to be spectacular. He can hear the way your heartbeat increases the longer you stand there under their speculative gazes and he offers his compliments in order to help ease the stress. It doesn’t seem to work but you nod back to him and smile. Rengoku’s additional praise seems to fluster you further under the attention. Tengen just laughs and tells his friend that the end might actually be in sight.

He knows he’s not wrong. It would be an incredible thing to see and if it’s true, they need to keep you safe. Shinobu will likely figure out some plan to use your ability without putting you in danger and if they can completely eradicate the demons? It’ll be a flamboyant end. Perhaps then he can keep Hinata’s promise and get the chance to live with his wives in peace. The way they deserve.

Kyojuro

It’s unusual for a Hashira meeting to be called so soon. He can admit that his curiosity is piqued at your presence but he can wait until it’s satisfied. Whatever he was expecting, it is not the news that their master presented. An ability to transform a demon back into a human? It seems impossible but if that master agrees, he can only imagine the possibilities. The idea that Senjuro may not feel the need to follow him into this danger is enough to fuel his desire for this to be the truth.

He is unashamed as he gazes at you, taking in your countenance and stance. You’re untrained. He can see it as clearly as he sees the determination in your eyes. It’s admirable. The path ahead of you will be dangerous but you are a spark of hope that he can fan into a blaze. You’re untrained but not for long. He’ll ensure you have the skill to survive. Whatever it takes.

Giyuu

It seems like a dream when Master Ubuyashiki informs them of the reason for your presence. He’s not sure what’s more surprising. The news of your ability or the relief that sets in his chest at the fact that you can turn Nezuko back and save him and Master Urookodaki from needing to fulfill their promise. He doesn’t regret the choice he made but he wants to keep his Master from needing to keep it.

He glances at you out of the corner of his eye and wonders how you came to be here. Who did you lose to find out you were capable of such things? Did you hold the same guilt he has about being too late? He hopes not. It may seem like a cruel thing for the world to give you this, but the potential is worth it. It has to be. He’ll help as much as he can.

Muichiro

Muichiro is listening. He is. But he can’t help his thoughts from wandering as he processes the news. Were you like a demon? It sounds like a blood demon art but you’re standing in the sun so it can’t be that. Maybe something else? What else could do that? His gaze wanders to the clouds as he thinks. One of them looks like a rice ball. Or…a cat?

The Master called them here because of you but you haven’t spoken. He’s not sure if it’s true or not but if that master says it is, it is. He can trust that.

He continues listening, even as he decides that the cloud is more of a frog now.

Obanai

His eyes narrow as he watches you. It seems convenient that you’ve emerged now. First the demon in a box and now this. It’s suspicious in his opinion. Still, he won’t go against Master Ubuyashiki’s orders. If he believes you can help, then Obanai will wait and see. He doesn't believe it, not until he sees it for himself, but he’ll let you be.

That doesn’t mean that he won’t keep an eye on you though. He doesn’t trust you, no matter what the Master says. You’re a stranger and he wouldn’t be surprised if this was some elaborate trap. He knows you can’t always trust humans, even when you want to. So he’ll wait and he’ll make sure you don’t get the chance to spring the trap. He’ll keep his comrades safe. Especially Mitsuri. He already knows that she’s dying to meet you properly. He’ll be right there with her when she does. Just in case.

Mitsuri

The news is a surprise, but Mitsuri can’t help but be excited! This was the best thing she’s heard. She loves being a demon slayer, and she loves her friends that she’s made but this could change everything! People would be saved! It’s the best thing she’s heard at one of these meetings, even with the last one where she met the adorable Tanjiro and his sister. The fact that you want to help? It’s wonderful.

You look a little scared though and it’s enough to make her want to reach out and comfort you. It must be intimidating to be faced with them, even if Mitsuri knows they’re not scary. Not really. Still, she makes up her mind quickly. She’s going to properly introduce herself after the meeting. She’ll even drag Obanai with her. The three of you will be great friends, she just knows it!

Gyomei

He murmurs prayers at the news. It’s fantastic but his heart can’t help but mourn for the tragedy you must have faced in your discovery. His eyes fill with tears that don’t hesitate to fall. It must have terrified you and to think, you have a bright soul that has still made the choice to help others. It’s commendable. It is tragic. And yet, he feels only hope as you are discussed.

He doesn't know how it’s possible, but he prays and gives his thanks that they’ve found you. That they are given this chance to protect you as you help them save people. It is a worthwhile effort and one that he will not waste. He could not save the children under his protection and he holds no grudge against the choices that were made, but he will do better now. He will help you reach your potential and save all that you can.

Plus!

Muzan

When Muzan hears the news of you, he laughs. It cannot be real. There are none but him who can change a being into another. And yet…he feels the disconnection. He knows that he is losing demons as fast as he can replace them. It’s strange. They’re not dead, but they are gone.

There are no recorded incidents about being able to turn demons into humans, but Muazn isn’t stupid. There were none that did the opposite before him. He sets out his demands, giving the orders to his Upper Moons. Bring you to him. He wants to see if it’s true and if it is? Well, he wants to see what else you’re capable of. Maybe you can do more. If your blood can turn a demon into a human, could a diluted form give him the ability to walk in the sun like he wants? Think of the possibilities.

And if not? He’ll satisfy his curiosity and make sure to kill you himself.

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kentosovertime · 2 years

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best friend!fushiguro megumi x f!reader

CW: explicit content, nsfw twitter links, corn links, m!receiving oral, friends to lovers, slight impact play, overstim, restraints

A/N: i'm accepting requests for nsfw twitter links for characters moving forward from jjk, bleach, haikyuu, demon slayer, & naruto. please refer to my blog rules post linked on my pinned post for full request rules (link below)

let me know if you want to join my taglist so you know when hcs drop <3

also... happy birthday to me this is completely self indulgent

Link 1: Your best friend, Megumi, can't ever be around you enough to appease his appetite. After years of being inseparable, even long after the two of you had graduated college, he decides to lean in for a kiss, letting a deep groan escape when you enthusiastically press back into him after the initial shock wears off. And Megumi would be the last person who would rush through his first experience with you after dreaming about it for so long. He'd pull you gently by your waist to settle into his hips while he pushes up your shirt above your breast so he can toy while slowly twisting your nipple between the pads of his fingers.

Link 2: By the time he has you worked up by grinding your pussy against his pants, he'll pleasure you first, patiently bringing you to the point of overstimulation as he straddles your hips so they stop flying off the mattress. His hand rubs while purpose across your cunt pulling scream after scream from your throat as you beg for him to bring you over the edge. His fingers dipping randomly and vigorously into your wet heat, ensuring you never know his next move. And when your hips move a little too needily for his tastes, he'll give you a light slap to remember who's in charge.

Link 3: His one selfish request of you is to let him fuck your throat. He doesn't need to cum down it, but he does need to know if it feels as good as he's imagined. He can't count the number of nights that his high was spurred on by fantasizing about your pretty, pouting lips wrapping around his length as you tilt your head back, letting the tip of his cock press pass the back of your mouth and down your throat so he can watch your throat bulge around it.

Link 4: When he does finally slip into your cunt, its gently at first, concerned about you adjusting to the size of his cock slide through your plush walls. He keeps his thrusts slow and steady, moaning to himself about how good you feel wrapped around him and how perfect you are for him.

Link 5: His famed patience, however, has an end. That end being somewhere between the intoxicating sound of your whimpering for him to go faster or harder, that he wouldn't break you, and he listens, letting go of any restraint before hammering into you, hissing at how tight you clench around him when he shoves your chest against the mattress or pins your arms next to your head so all you can do is arch back into him. When he hits a sensitive spot, making you pull away, he'll push you right back into position for him to continue fucking you dumb. He quickly finds the angle that makes you scream loudest, holding you still and battering that spot until you're convulsing underneath him.

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nanamimizz · 2 years

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i wanna gargle rengoku’s balls 🥺☹️

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐑

tags: 5.7k words handjob, blowjob, makeout scene, afab reader, reader is addressed a "woman/womanly/unwomanly" to fit the time period, reader has a knee that is referred as "a bad knee", reader struggles with feeling woman enough and with having a purpose. mention of penetrative sex, sex outdoors, mention of cumming inside, marriage mention, mention of blood and bruising. let me know what I missed

Kyojuro was a well-bred man - being from a prominent family meant things like honor, decorum, and acting proper. That also means you, the object of his affection, are to be courted. You would blink owlishly when Rengoku Kyojuro, the Flame PIllar known for his passionate and loud outbursts came to you with a letter, a bow, and then promptly left.

You could only read the contents with mouth agape and face warm from your cheeks to your chest as you read his carefully written and practiced confession that clearly had many attempts as you can see the smudges of ink on the corners of the page. Your calloused hands gripped the page with a force that it dented and creased the page and you looked mournfully at it.

You have become someone I can not escape even with my eyes closed. Your swordsmanship is fine and you have an even finer heart. You have bewitched me body and soul. Please tell me your response tomorrow at sundown by the Flame Estate.

Anyone with eyes and ears would be blind to think that Kyujuro wasn’t a good catch - strong heart and easy on the eyes have often made him the center of attention on a mission and you press your head into your palm as you groan.

You’ve never been good at crushes or feelings in the slightest way, every encounter turned into a bumbling and muddy rejection from you to the other. Your dedication to your work has made you deem yourself unlovable, you are so clearly aware of your own faults as a lady as well as the hyper-awareness of your mortality.

Who would want to love someone who could die the next day?

Only another slayer it seems.

You only looked at the page mournfully - you liked him. You really did, you remembered his prowess, his honor, and his courage with perfect clarity despite how you couldn’t remember what you had for breakfast yesterday. Biting your lip in consideration, you only thought long and hard about your answer to his request. Looking at the letter for the last time you made your decision.

Tomorrow, when the sun sets, you make your way to the estate where you see Kyujuro waiting for you at the threshold of the gates. Red-gold locks sway in the slight breeze proudly and you curl into yourself as the gravity of your decision begins to set in. Gulping you call his name - he turns in your direction with a smile as bright as the first rays of dawn. He calls your name, enthusiasm booming from the bass in his voice and you wave back. You don’t have fine clothes. The finest thing you have is your demon slayer uniform so you wore that despite not being active since the last mission you took on.

Your knee still stings on cold mornings as you try to walk without your limp being too noticeable. He meets you halfway, presence warm like a bonfire and he offers you an arm, which you blink owlishly at before getting the message - loop your arm through, idiot.

The walk is short to the outer engawa, your feet sway as he seats you down first, then sits with you. At a respectable distance, your knees don’t even touch -

“So, have you come with your response?’ He speaks clearly and straightforwardly, arms crossed at his chest, facing forward with his gaze ahead. Cut from your musings you nod at his question, before realizing he can’t see your inaudible response as you clear your throat hurriedly,

“Y-yes! Yes, I return your feelings and would like to be your um...courted?” You are also unsure of what you would be if you agreed to be courted. You are not a nobility so you don’t really know what you would say to mean “I return your feelings.”

“Wonderful!” He shouts and you recoil back at his outburst, leaning back as he draws near you - your knees bump as he continues with his promises/

“As my lady, I promise to treat you with respect and care! Anytime you are uncomfortable with my advances tell me at once!” You bring your hands up and nod hurriedly, taking mental notes as he prattles on and on.

“Um? Rengoku, if I may, would you mind if I asked you some questions about this courtship?” His resounding yes almost deafens you before you smile politely and you feel your hands fiddled with the part of your belt that used to carry your sword.

“I was wondering since you presented me with the letter - what have I done to earn your affection?” He falls silent and you curse your heightened sense because you can feel his gaze piercing and crawling through your skin down to your bones like when you touch hot coal the sting rings true down to the morrow in your skeleton.

“On the mission where we were dispatched together. The village up north? I understand it was your last mission, correct?” His voice is softer now, closer to the flame of a stove. It’s slower, steadier even. You nod, head tilted away from him so he won’t see the wobble in your bottom limp. Remembering that mission was painful, even after months have passed.

“You fought valiantly there. It was because of your efforts we had a flawless victory. No one lost their life in that incident. You should raise your head with pride whenever that mission is mentioned.” You shake your head. Your hand tightens around the fabric of your pants.

“What good is one victory when it costs me however many more I could gain if I hadn’t been careless. How many more lives could I be saving right now. If I could still be out on the battlefield?” You tell him, voice cracking in between the words you speak, hating yourself for it. His smile has dropped and he looks at you with a gaze filled with emotions you couldn’t decipher.

“It is painful and bitter that you cannot fight by the side of others any longer but you can still save people’s lives. You are still a part of the Demon Corps, you still have a purpose.” He says and you nod, swallowing the painful spiteful bile that raises to your throat whenever you think about how the you who wielded the blade died on that mission, and the shell of you remains.

“You became the object of my affection when I saw you tie your sword to your arm. You were valiant, protecting others with such passion it felt like I was looking at a flame breathing technique.” He says, hand coming from his chest to settle on the wood of the engawa, calloused pinkie brushing against yours for a moment.

“At that moment, when the demon was killed and I saw you - bloody and panting but still tending to a bleeding boy I couldn’t help but think, ‘She is kinder than anyone else, lovelier than anyone else, and no one lives more earnestly to help others than her.’ I couldn’t forget how you smiled at that boy when he came.” He continues and you keep your eyes glued to where his hand, warm and rough, overtake yours and squeeze it gently.

He feels like the sun.

“You are a wonderful woman, the only one who I could think is deserving of my affection - only if you desire that. So please, do not doubt the sincerity of my feelings.” He finishes, thumb rubbing at the bridge of your knuckles and you swallow the lump in your throat. His hand is gentle but warm. You feel its weariness and its callousness, but you don’t think you want to hold anyone else’s hand but his. Ren - no, Kyojuro’s shoulder nudges you and you look at him with dewy eyes. He isn’t smiling anymore. He’s frowning, regret painting the gold and red of his face and he delicately, like he’s touching the first creation of God, tucks a stray hair behind your ear.

“Did I make you cry? I’m sorry. I promised to make you the happiest woman in the world if you returned my affections, and here I am making you cry. I’m a shameful man.”

You shake your head, bringing the backs of your hands to press away the wetness of your eyes and you sniffle softly. You hate crying in front of others, especially now the man who holds your heart in his hands.

“No. no it’s okay. You’re right. My life doesn’t end just because I can no longer wield the blade but it’s just. Painful to think about the fact, I suppose. I was so ready to give my life to our cause. So the suffering we have gone through will never be repeated again. Then, to suddenly have your conviction, your ambition taken away from you…it’s painful beyond words.” You explain, and you can’t keep the words from spilling out. He nods and puts a hand on your shoulder and squeezes it and it burns your throat to think about how kind he is with you - like the sunlight of dawn over the moors of dusk.

“I want to keep going, I will keep going. You have deemed me someone worthy of your heart and I will do my best to make you happy. I promise.” You bow your head and you speak sincerely, you don’t see the blush on Kyojuro’s face nor the serene smile on his face.

“Let’s both keep going together, okay?” You make a noise of agreement and nod, your own wobbling smile on your face as you jump when he clapped his hands and announced to have you over for dinner. You balked and nervously began to reject his offer - “Oh please no! I’ve intruded enough, don’t worry over me please!’

“Nonsense! You are now my beloved, which means it’s my job to look after you! Come, my little brother would love to meet you after telling him all about you!” He tugged you along as you went limp and pale - you’ve barely confessed your feelings and you were now about to meet his little brother this is happening too fast, you didn’t think the night would end like this -

A year has passed since that dinner. A year ago you were more miserable than ever but now you stand a little straighter, the white apron you wear over the uniform signifying you work under Kocho Shinobu, learning all manner of medicines and antidotes. The pain hasn't gone away, your right-hand aches for your blade as your knee aches with every step forward you take.

However, life has gone on, and it continues and you feel the same joy when a patient opens their eyes to meet the sun as when you saved someone from a demon. It’s the same, and yet might be even bigger than before. As you’ve blossomed into the medicinal field so has your relationship with the Flame Hashira.

You often end your day at the Flame Estate, eating dinner with Kyojuro and Senjuro, laughing merrily. It’s summer now and your days grow only longer as the sun remains higher in the sky and summer nights grow longer. Everything is well and you find yourself truly happy with all but one thing.

It’s been a year and you and Kyojuro have yet to be intimate.

It’s not something you two have spoken off - you two are affectionate with each other, often holding hands, hugging and kissing the cheek of the other without qualm. However, that's where it goes. His hand on the upper part of your back and chaste kisses on your lips, that have left you wanting more under the cover of dusk. Love transcends the physical, you know that but there is a part of you that wonders if Kyojuro doesn’t go further because he doesn’t find you physically attractive?

You aren’t the prime example of a lady - years have broadened your shoulders and calloused your arms. You aren’t petite or small or gentle like other women. Nor do you think of yourself as having a pretty face - plain is how you think of yourself. You find it hard to keep these thoughts away when you catch yourself in the mirror of the bath in your home.

The insecurity gnaws at the back of your mind, worsening when you are out at the marketplace with Kyojuro. It’s date night, he has recently returned from a mission and earnestly sought you out - appearing at your door as you were making lunch with a shout of your name and a bright smile. He dragged you out, barely letting you change into more nicer attire and get ready before he has you on his back racing towards the market (since your knee is bad he has developed the habit of picking you up and carrying you about)

On the way here he prattled on about a surprise for you - “Something properly beautiful for my beautiful lady!” He announced, making you hide your face in his hair as you faintly heard some ladies laugh good naturedly at his boisterous claim. He had left you to wonder about, giving you cash to spend on yourself as he went to go get your surprise.

You felt giddy - at first. You’re usually too busy to go out, always working or with the Rengoku brothers you don’t find yourself going to the market unless it's for supply runs and even then you usually just carry the things as Shinobu orders around the others. It;s nice, the ambience of people shouting their deals and the smell of street food making the air feel thick and warm. You pursue, buying snacks here and there to pass the time as you wait for Kyojuro to come back. You pause at a stall that was selling beautifully crafted hair pieces. You drew near, looking at the various designs in near awe.

You find yourself thinking about buying a piece for Shinobu - she was the doctor who saved your life and has taken you under her wing in the field of medicine. Even though a material gift wouldn’t be enough to repay her, it would be something. Looking for a design of a butterfly, your eyes light up with joy at a beautiful and dainty hair pin with a wisteria flower hanging with a butterfly hanging on the top.

It was beautiful.

Calling over the woman of the stall, beautiful with inquisitive brown eyes she looked at you over the edge of her fan and her brow rose when you mentioned which piece you wanted to purchase.

“Are you sure that’s the piece you want? Surely something as refined wouldn’t suit such ...homey girl such as yourself?” Your smile slowly dropped as the first drops of rain on a dirty road. Clearing your throat, you asked her what she meant, only to be met with rolled eyes and a scoff.

“Look at how rough and calloused your hands are. Such unfashionable hands for a lady as yourself to bear. You probably work out in the fields - that piece is far too pretty to be wasted on someone like you to be frank.” Your teeth sinks into your bottom lip as every word that seeps from her lips rings the thoughts you have about yourself that you push to the corners of your minds. Swallowing thickly, you find yourself speaking on a thin voice,

“This piece isn’t for me, it’s for my frien-”

“Pff, as if! A woman as yourself wouldn’t have any friends to wear such a fine piece! If you even had friends.” She interrupted you, slapping her fan closed revealing thin red lips as her beautiful, pale face turned to a sneer. Her mouth was open to keep speaking to you cruelly but to your surprise, her mouth stayed open as you jumped when the familiar warmth of a hand clamped on your shoulder. Turning your head you blinked and sighed when the familiar visage of Kyojuro was at your side.

“K-kyojuro! Hello, my dear boy! It’s been far too long, tell me how your mother is these days?” The stall runner clearly knew him - possibly from his father, if she mentions his mother you think. The grip on your shoulder goes from warm to hot and you catch the veins of his arms bulge and swallow at the sight.

“She passed away two years ago. Thank you again for supplying her wedding jewels.” He spoke calmly and you gulped with the woman of the stall as Rengoku Kyojuro rarely spoke severely. The silence was tense and the merriment of the market seemed to cool to a snowstorm.

“A-ah I see, my deepest apologies. I’ve just returned from other trading spots in the nation you see. Now is this your new maid -”

“She is my lady and we are currently courting, Miss. Hina. I overheard how you spoke to her, I take great offense to that language to my dear beloved.” He spoke with certainty and sometimes, you are so used to the bubbly and boyish Kyojuro, that you forget that the man Rengoku is as fearsome as the maws of a tiger.

“Oh, oh my please, I apologize deeply for my rudeness. I had no idea she was someone of such importance to you, please forgive me.” She spoke sullenly but you could tell by the look in her eye she was hoping you’d save her skin.

“A person's status or who they know should not dictate how they are treated. You should treat all your customers with the same level of respect no matter what they look like. Besides you are wrong about her - she is lovelier than any other woman I have met, no one is more deserving of refined and beautiful things.” He reprimanded her and you flinched at the bass in his voice. You’ve never seen him this upset, never heard him even raise his voice - even to his father who drinks all day and lays on the floor like an old croon.

He nudges you and you look at him with confusion. He gives you a smile, it’s faint and not as sunny as the one he usually wears and he nudges at the hairpin in your hand. You jump and hand it to him, and he wordlessly pays for it. The woman with shaky hands packages it in a box and in a blink of an eye, you are briskly taken away from the stalls and stands, and find yourself on the forest path back to the Flame Estate.

“Ah, Kyojuro - could u please slow down, I have something to say.” He stops and looks at you, you can almost see the question mark above his head. Shuffling your feet, clearing your throat, pointing at the box he has under his arm, it junted awkwardly under his elbow. He took in your line of sight and did a little jump at how he had managed to forget the whole reason he took to the marketplace. Before he could present with you with his gift you interrupted him -

“Kyojuro, about what you said to that woman - did you really mean that?” He turns his head to the side and blinks,

“About people being treated equally? Of course, I meant that.” You sigh and rub your forehead and groan a little. You hate admitting these things, you can feel your ears warming already.

“No - not about that, about,” you pause and look to the side. Kyojuro is thankful that the moon is full and out, he can see the bashfulness in your face as you admit to what you meant.

You flush so prettily when you are embarrassed, like a maiden.

“Did you mean it when…w-when you called me lovely?” You look at him and he fights the pink in his cheeks as he tries to keep his voice even.

“Yes. You are...you are more than lovely. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I think the gods made you define what true beauty is.” He says it so earnestly, that you know he means it. He means it like a promise he makes to someone whose life he will protect. It’s amazing how with a single word he banishes your fears and worries. It leaves you breathless and wanting to laugh until your sides rip apart.

That’s what loving Rengoku Kyojuro is like. Never want to stop loving him, you’d wait and pick him in every lifetime; every time you are reborn, you will always love him.

You promised that deep down inside to yourself.

Still, the question remains,

“Okay then, another question. Why haven’t we been intimate? It’s been a year already.” You ask and you almost squawk out a laugh when you see your ever fearless Kyojuro turns red and clutches the collar of his yukata, steam rising from his head.

“Why would you ask that! Do you want to?” He shouts and you can hear birds squawking from their nests in the trees. He’s closer to you now, hands on your shoulders shaking you while the box lands on the path between you two. You blink, you can hear the blip, blip of your eyelids as you nod your head; your teeth digging into your bottom lip to keep yourself from giggling at how he loses composure around you.

“It’s only natural, we are both young ya know, and you are so very handsome Kyojuro. Any girl would dream about you.” You tease and you snicker at how he blushes like a maiden, letting you go for a moment only to cover his face with his hand as he averts his gaze.

“Why are you even bringing that up right now? It's totally indecent to bring that up without being in the sanity of our own room! Besides, we aren't even married!” He tells you, hiding his flush behind his words and you raise your eyebrow at him. Pulling him closer you take him his blush, the aversion of his eyes, and how his chest rises and falls before asking -

“Kyojuro, are you a virgin?” The silence is tense and you feel him go into shock, trying to process what it is you had asked him. He doesn’t respond, instead of turning away from you stiffly.

“Wait, wait!” You call as he begins to walk away, trembling with each step, “It’s okay! I am too!” You swear he turns to stone, the turning of his head makes a creaking sound and you try to stifle your laugh at how intense his expressions are.

“It’s okay, I just wanted to know why we haven’t done anything yet. It’s okay if you aren’t ready for us to be together in that way yet.” You tell him, getting closer to him, and bringing your hand to him with a gentle smile. Squeezing his hand, you pick up the box he has dropped and go back to him, handing it back to Kyojuro.

“Is it..is it odd that I haven’t been intimate yet, with anyone?” He asked and you looked at him softly, adoration in your eyes.

“It is, I don’t mind in the slightest. I’m ready to go at your pace, we can do it together, yeah?” You reassure and he nods, eyes looking ahead. You two walk further up the road, and you can see the silhouette of the estate in the distance.

“If I wanted to do something tonight, would you want to do it?” He asked you suddenly when the blanket of comfortable silence is broken and you tilt your head in thought.

“Do you mean right now? Or in the estate?” You ask, bumping your shoulder to his arm and you see him blush as he turns to the side.

“Outside. Right here, in the bushes.” He pauses when he meets your wide-eyed stare. Quickly going to explain himself he starts, hands shaking as he rushes to explain,

“Tengen talks about his escapades often! It’s led me to...have thoughts about you. About us, specifically.” He explains, face red as the tips of his hair and you almost want to coo at how cute he is this way.

“Do you want to talk about these thoughts? Maybe we can make some of them reality.” You’re teasing but you freeze when he says - “Okay.” Looking at him you shudder when you gaze into his eyes and feel your hair stand on end when feeling the heat in his eyes. His hand comes to yours and squeezes it. There’s something in the air now, a tense and a headiness and it makes your stomach feel fluttery. You nod and you let him tug you off the path and into the forests.

The trees conceal you two from the path and the world feels like just you and him. He gently sets down the box and you bring yourself closer to him, hands cupping his face in your palms. He sighs contently, eyes closing and his own hands come to rest over yours. He’s so warm, buzzing under your fingertips and you lean up and in; he smells like cypress oil and flames. His eyes open and you find yourself staring into a sea of color.

“Can I kiss you?” You nod and almost sigh when he comes in close and presses his lips to yours. It's tentative and soft, almost hesitant - his lips were soft and it buzzes against yours. You adjust yourself, leaning a bit further up and you gently swipe your tongue at his bottom lip. Kyujuro makes a half sigh half whine at the feeling, mouth letting your tongue slip inside. Tongue brushing against his, Kyojuro leans back til his back meets the thick wood of the tree, your tongue stays in his mouth, licking his teeth and taking his tongue in your suckling mouth. He parts and pants, sticky lines of spit connecting you together and he swallows at how hot his mouth feels.

You press kiss after kiss to his puffy lips - teeth nipping and tongue licking his mouth - it’s so hot, burning, and scalding he feels his brain melt throughout his ears and how sensual you are with him. Your lips are soft, like the silk of a kimono and he wants more and more, till his pants feel tighter and tighter. He moans when you pull away, his face feels hot and he closes his eyes from timidness when coo at him and press tacky kisses into his cheeks.

He turns his head to the side as your kisses go down, more teeth are involved and he feels your teeth nip at his throat, your tongue licks his skin and your mouth sucks marks in a path anyone could see.

“How far do you want to go tonight?” You ask into his skin, your thumb gently following the patterns of your marks as they bloom like sakura petals - the last remnant of spring as summer blooms in between the bodies of you and him. He makes a simmering wine before admitting “I don’t want to go inside - not yet. That needs to be special.” He says with reverence it makes your heart skip a beat. You giggle softly and nod, pressing a kiss to his chin. You move to get to your knee being cautious of your bad one until he calls to you softly.

“Here, use my haori to soften your knee.” He takes off his simple white haori. A part of you feels bad as he folds it and crotches to lay it on the dirt beneath you. The other part of you feels giddy at the witness of your first night of intimacy with the man you love.

“Can I take your clothes off?” You ask, hands resting on his stomach, right above the band of his hakama pants, the pads of your fingers can feel the defined crevices of the muscles in his abdomen and you shudder at the prospect of seeing him bare, hot and heavy. He nods under your gentle question, watching your hands as they undo his clothes, the air feels humidifier, stickier against his skin that was protected by the fabric around his skin.

Your hands caress his thighs and he jumps - your touch is hot, it leaves charcoal marks in your wake and he finds himself thinking “is this what the demons that met with his blade faced against?” No wonder none of them survived, he can barely stand these flames that will surely be the death of him. You’ve lowered yourself and he can count the lashes of your lower lashline, your hands have gone to his crotch, gentle brushing over the part of him that hasn’t been seen by anyone, in this way.

His cock is free, he feels embarrassed by how easy it was for him to harden by just your tongue and the look in your eyes as you touched him. He watches as you take him your hand - the thickness makes it look dainty. Your fingers barely connect, it’s tanner than the rest of him, the thick head leaking clear pre that makes you drool. Closing your hand around it, you start to pump at his cock and it makes him whine - it’s tight and warm; your hand is softer than he ever was.

He thinks that’s all you do, your fist pulling every moan and sigh from his lips, his eyes shutting closed as he focuses the pleasure you took from him. He didn’t think it could get any better until he felt something unbearably hot at the tip his cock - there past the fiery red and yellow bush of public hair, down the girth of his cock and at the head of his cock wwer your lips, pressing a faint kiss to the leaking slit. You looked lovely on your knees, eyes wide and eager and sweet ; looking to please him, to love him with your tongue and mouth and throat, it made his knees buckle as his hand came to the back of your head to steady himself. You could see veins appear all over his body, making pathways along the width of his arms, neck and hips.

You didn’t plan to do anymore. Just kiss and suckle faintly at the sensitive head until the hand that settled at your head pushed you forward; a high pitched gag and squeal left you as he groaned in tandem, strong hand riddled with veins as he began to pull you back and forth along his cock. The corners of your mouth felt sore, and the back of your throat stung but you felt your thighs press closer as you kept your eyes on his flushed face, eyes taking the sweat of his noble brow. Kyojuro was such a well bred man, it’s almost tantalizing to see him be reduced to a beast who uses you for his pleasure.

You’re lucky no one is on the read, the wet smack of his balls hitting your chin as he uses you like a toy would be a dead give away what you’ve let yourself be used for. Your fingers dig into the tan of his thighs, leaving thin trails of blood in their wake and purple bruises that he’ll be sure to flush as he looks at.

“You’re so good to me…I can’t wait to marry you..I want to do this all the time.” The praise makes you dizzy and you hum when he says something about marriage, your muddled brain can only take in so much right now but you whine when you think about being like this with him more. You don’t think you can go back to the chaste kisses and hugs anymore - you want this, his cock to the back of your throat, him pushing you down and down until his sack rests on your tongue as you mouth at the silky skin.

You want him on his knees for you, you him to be above you, to feel the thickness of his cock in between your lips to be in cunt - filling you up until he’s spent only to fill you with the promise of his children long after he is gone. You want him as the moon wants the tide, you need him so bad you’ll wither and die without him.

With a final suckle at his balls - he had pushed you down in between sweet praises, his cock rests along your face, it spurts thick, white cream that drips into your mouth as you pull away from his sack. It’s filthy how you keep your tongue to catch any drops as you pull away but it still makes his heart skip a beat when he sees your adoring smile.

He doesn’t think he can go in this world without you, he’s going to want you like how you want him for all his mortal life, and in the next one too he thinks. Rengoku Kyojuro is sure of it. He drags a hand down his face as he watches you clean up after yourself, pretty pink tongue catching what it can but you wipe unsuccessfully at the cream on your face. Tucking himself back into his clothes, he bends down and gathers his haori off the ground. Taking the sleeve, he calls fo you and takes your chin by his fingertips,

“Here you are my love,” he speaks to you gently, wiping away any of the remnants he left on your sweet face - it’s sweet to him, the smiles you give him and the affection in your gaze always seems sweet to him. You give him the same smile when he helps you to your feet, letting you lean on him as your legs feel shaky after being on your knees for so long.

It feels nice, this, he can’t help but think and he wonders if you are thinking the same thing - there are hearts coming out of your head and you keep gazing at him lovesick and honey sticky. He wants you to keep looking at him like that, he realizes as he goes to kiss your cheek when you near the gates of the Flame Estate.

He really can’t wait to marry the loveliest woman he'd ever met.

#lamb.writes #rengoku x reader #rengoku kyojuro x reader #demon slayer x reader #rengoku smut #demon slayer smut #demon slayer.♡#rengoku.♡

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Gyutaro’s Age (decent read share this if you agree plz. I don’t even want credit, just throw it everywhere )

Ive been looking around on tumblr to see if the legendary “Gyutaro is a minor” argument persists here too and it did a year back with little bit of people talking about it here and there. Ive seen many people say that he’s a minor without concrete evidence and instead its “he looks like…” or “daki is this so he has to be this…” similar to Tiktok. so im going to debunk and provide my own evidence that Gyutaro is not a minor. Because i feel slighted when i see others get bashed because of a mistranslation on VIZ’s part.

But i do not blame anyone for accidentally believing that Gyutaro is a minor because well… it was in the English Manga, so it had to be true! Right…? Im just here to defend my Gyutaro peeps thats been fighting out there.

MY PERSONAL VIEWS ON KNY DEMON AGES

Ultimately i do side with the demons do not age after they are turned even if there is evidence to contradict such a statement (unfortunately that is spoiler territory but most people know the reference). But since demons not aging could be referring towards demons not “deteriorating” like a normal humans i don’t have a firm stance so i don’t think bad about others who claim that a character’s actual age is their canonical demon age. Personally i switch between sides; demons don’t deteriorate nor do they mentally grow up after being turnt.

- overall, i do not care for demons that died as kids to be put in lewd situations like Daki or Rui (But i dont care for bashing anyone actively if i see it because its not really doing anything productive for me)

- But i do not like that Gyutaro fans or non Gyutaro fans will automatically label him as a minor because of a rumor started from a manga error. Just to turn around and then use the words “pedophile/cp/etc” to somehow justify your misguided hatred? those words are very serious claims and should never be loosely used. It devalues such claims making it harder for REAL ones to be identified and caught.

- I personally like to view Gyutaro as 20-23 despite his most consistent age being 26 due to his demon age (126). (Which is stated in the Japanese wiki/ the English Wiki is a blood bath between fans even if the admins believe Gyutaro is an adult)

- so i will support my claims by debunking the most prominent “gyutaro is a minor” arguments and then at the end i will add my own/ others evidence to support the Gyutaro is an adult claim

Argument 1: The one that started it all; The VIZ error

Every claim that states that “Gyutaro is a minor” derives from the english manga panel where Gyutaro says something akin to “when I was 13, and you stabbed that samurai” and it played out like Gyutaro was referring to himself as being 13 when he was turned into a demon that day BUT this was actually an error due to the fact that the original Japanese copy was actually written wrong. In the original Japanese copy, when gyutaro was referencing an age, he was referring to no one. From how it’s written, the view could believe either Ume was 13 or he was 13. (Or at least that was the vibe i had gotten from some native Japanese folks i talked to; one doesn’t even look at demon slayer as they said quote “how it was written was strange?”)

Viz Rendition (Do not blame VIZ; it happens every bluemoon, theres an actual list of their mistakes too)

The Original One (From what ive been told, its phrased weirdly and its confusing to translate effectively)

The Fan Edit (Fan edits are popular among the manga portion of anime fans so i wanted to clear up that this IS a fan edit that got popular)

So with that being left up in the air, most fans and non gyutaro fans had to wait until the anime came out and surely enough, the anime confirmed that Ume was the 13 he was referring to and not himself. So that nearly eradicated the most common “Gyutaro is 13” arguments by far (though some who have been misinformed still use that argument) But this still doesn’t confirm he’s an adult just yet as those same people who said he was 13, simply moved it up two years and said he was 15 so heres my next debunk

- And just to add because some kny fans did NOT realize that Gyutaro and Daki/Ume are NOT twins and Gyutaro is canonically the older brother.

The anime rendition (most anime do tend to clear up manga inconsistencies anyway)

Argument 2: the CURRENT META, Gyutaro is 15-16-17 claim.

After the “gyutaro is 13” claim was debunked completely, many people switched up their arguments and said he was 15 due to the age gap in kimetsu academy between him and his sister (16-18) a two year age gap. This one is easy to prove wrong but you would have to know how to process math and comparing skills which everyone SHOULD have; ill attempt to explain it to my best ability regardless. There are a few main points debunking this and its easy to see.

Reason One (KimAcademy ages don’t correlate): Using Gyutaro’s and Ume’s age gap is unreliable due to the fact that everyones ages would have to correlate aswell. Heres a few examples. Ume is canonically 13 but in the AU, she would be 16 to fit into the narrative. But since Gyutaro is 18, people claimed that he would be 15 in canon. Unfortunately that is not true because every character would need to correlate and be aged up 2 years which isnt true (IE: akaza stays the same).

And even if Akaza was the exception, other characters have differing ages like Yushiro, Murata, Kanea (if you buy into the when you die you dont age)

Reason two (Gyutaro was not two when Ume was born): With people saying he was 15 when he died also means that people are willingly to believe that he was only two when Ume was born. (If you believe that, skip forward where i bring logic into this and human development… plus a 2-4 year old taking care of and infant isn’t possible since people want to use realism here)

Reason three (The kimetsu Academy spinoff is a spin off that doesn’t effect canon): like many official spinoffs and alternate universes, these types of media don’t affect the actual canon. Like how all of the demons are reincarnated but the KnY series shows that a demon cant do that, only humans can. Plus, this AU is specifically school based so changing popular characters to fit a notion like that is common and SHOULDNT be cited as concrete proof. (I dont see people claiming that ume is 16 nor that yushiro is a middle schooler.)

- maybe if the official AU was modern themed only and not modern school themed then this claim could be effective but there are huge contradictions that using the AU cant be a realistic source

Argument 3: “he looks…” IE, you don’t understand Gyutaro’s character yet.

This is the MOST infuriating argument and it hurts to see Gyutaro fans use this because this is literally why he acts the way that he does! And this is also where my proof starts to appear because its based off of not Gyutaro’s appearance but Ume’s?! Back to the point, this argument is simple to debunk. When no one has any more proof they base his age off of his looks and there is SO much proof to debunk this that its crazy. I love it when people do this because i gottem in a lock hold and then they get mad.

Reason 1 (thats not a gyutaro exclusive thing, its an art style):

- Basing ages off of looks wont get you ANYWHERE with any demon slayer characters; its literally sounds like “but daki looks like an adult” claims. We know how unreliable looks are.

- better examples of characters looking a different age from their canon age (this is both anime and manga referenced): Yushiro, Daki, Genya, Nezuko (unfortunately her adult demon form causes issues), Shinobu, Sabito, Muzan, Akaza, and even tengen’s wives. These are just a handful of characters that people get confused by because of appearance. Its mainly because of the style that most characters are drawn in (Big forehead, big eyes in the middle point of the head) style which makes everyone look younger. Reading the manga, I even thought Akaza was really young when he died (im good now though)

Reason 2 (Gyutaro is built different)

- I see this argument where people pull up gyutaros flash back screenshots without realizing the key factor in it all. But at first, i didn’t get it either because he barely changes physically but guess who does; Ume shabana. If you pay attention at Gyutaro’s WHOLE flashback, you will see that there are a total of 3 freagin time skips!? I only noticed two but someone pointed out that theres another but its so small that no one bats an eye! Heres the shots in order but this comes with speculation about his exact age in each screenshot, so i will elaborate with logic, biology, and comparisons in the kny art style. The manga actually gives more proof for his age so ill parrot it in this section too.

The first stage ( This is way before ume was even conceived as this is the stage where Gyutaro was alone and was ultimately beaten by his mother in an attempt to kill him. He was unable to defend himself)

- he is the smallest in this scene and to use the “he looks” trend against everyone who uses that argument without thorough analysis; when comparing his body structure to similar structured characters in demon slayer, he resembles Tanjiro’s smallest brother who was 3. (Which immediately debunks the “Gyutaro is 15” completely at this point)

-this was also the stage where he did depend on his mother for food; and unfortunately he wasn’t provided much. He was just the “useless child that shouldn’t be alive”

- So the best age range for this scene and the context given in the manga as well; Gyutaro would be 3-5 years old since this was the stage where his mother beat on him the most

The second stage; the baby Ume era(this is a longer stretch of time since hes referring to it as such; the stage where he was learning how to survive, being picked on by others, and when ume was born etc)

- This was now the longer stretch of time where the manga has more context to help! And now we have a new character to help us understand visually! (And when my preordered book comes in, i will have better visuals too)

- firstly we can see that Gyutaro is older from the start now; hes taller with alittle more defined muscles, though his face is still softer so he isnt an adult here. It would be less likely at this stage anyway as he still lived under his mother and hasn’t been thrown out.

- he was now, becoming independent since he wasnt under the care of his mother completely, or lack there of. Now venturing to hunt for his food like raw snakes, mice and bugs (which isn’t healthy in the slightest)

- due to him not eating like a growing kid should, we already can tell he was malnourished and this will lead to his stunted growth in the next stage

- but before we move on, i HAVE to introduce the most vital piece of evidence; Infant Ume. using the information from the official kny manga; Gyutaro had the strength to fight back his mother when she tried to harm Ume which means hes not the helpless 3-5 year old we saw at first. And adding up everything else we have, we have a rough estimate of him being (10-15 years old) during Umes birth.

- and using the kny power scaling, it isnt too far fetched that Gyutaro could overpower his mother to keep Ume safe. Though he was jobless at this point so he hadn’t had practice to actually “fight” just yet

The last stage (The malnourished part that everyone seems to look past and somehow complete miss an obviously older Ume?)

- this is the ending stage were Gyutaro and Ume get turned into demons but heres the funny thing that tells me that people aren’t paying attention to their claims. So many people will use these pictures in conjunction with the one above claiming that Gyutaro is the same age in both when Ume grows exponentially!? Its hard to see because there isnt a clear difference in gyutaro himself but we can use Ume as the deciding factor!

- Comparing the lower photos with the upper ones, we can tell that gyutaro has aged up because of his facial structure is now defined instead of soft. His clothes are now new and not tattered, he is actually taller, and Ume is canonically “13” now.

- what does that mean? That means ume has aged 13 years since the last time skip, so gyutaro did too, making him over 18. The mother has died by now so Gyutaro is Umes sole provider other than herself and her line of work. Gyutaro has grown up to become strong enough to beat up other adults in the district like samurai and other strong “men”. He very well is an adult, maybe living on his own making ends meet for him and his sister since he has a canon job. Hes just so fragile looking because he never had enough nourishment to help him grow.

- so Gyutaro’s final age range when he becomes a demon is his mid twenties. Since adding 13 years shoots him past the “gyutaro is 18” claim that ive seen too.

- and before anyone compares his height to douma’s in the last scene. Douma is a behemoth and comparing a malnourished/growth stunted/hunched gyutaro to douma is unrealistic because even akaza(who is pretty healthy) would look up at that man. Gyutaro is actually around the samurai’s height; the one that burned Ume.

Last Arguments: these are the lesser claims ive seen, other takes and extras from other languages manga like Spanish and Japanese manga, sites, and blogs.

The one i use: Gyutaros and Ume’s demon ages were agreed in Japan but i cannot find any English translations. The preordered entertainment district book may contain additional information. Ume’s demon age is 113 and Gyutaro’s is 126 and knowing that Ume and Gyutaro were turned into demons the same day by douma we can infer that Gyutaro is 26. Its not a headcanon as so many claim it to be since its derived from a canonical source.

There is a newer rumor claiming Gyutaro to be 23 and people are citing a book that doesn’t have an English translation yet and i have yet to look into it. Its worth a mention if anyone has links or scans i can use. I am not shy of buying to see if its a real product.

There is an extra explanation for Gyutaro’s small and malnourished stature and that is congenital syphilis. (I will not go into detail but there are many parallels to this disease and Gyutaro’s human AND demon appearances but research at your own risk, pictures can be disturbing)

Ive seen people add on that Gyutaro and Ume are probably Half siblings (same mother different father) due to their mother being a p— in such a intimate career and area. Its less likely that they share the same father yet even know their real fathers (this was just a small thing i wanted to point out, it has nothing to do with the argument)

Gyutaro’s voice aids to his age as in his flash back you can distinctly hear his younger voice in the snowing scene compared to his cries when ume died. In my opinion, he doesnt have a really high nor a really low voice, similar to akaza or douma. But if he was a kid during the end of his flashback, he should’ve sounded like the snow scene where he was around 16-19 from how Ume is depicted.

Gyutaro does NOT act like a child compared to daki and even daki is a stretch. Gyutaro is extremely mature in his mindset but he is very hatred driven. He is very mature as he thinks more about the benefits for his little sister rather than himself. Hes going to be driven by jealousy so he will act selfish it’s mainly for Ume, plus selfishness is not a kid exclusive trait. When he doesnt get his way, he doesnt act out by whining and attempts to deduce a way out of his stressful situation. But he his pretty toxic as a man… toxic masculinity be damned

A thing that i didn’t realize but another pointed out; Gyutaro has no need to alter his demon appearance because hes not in a profession that needs him to, so why does he look so tall as a demon? They theorized that his demon appearance should be similar to how his body shouldve grown up to be like, like his kimetsu academy counterpart that isnt malnourished.

(So yeah, thats a good amount of what i could manage to fit on here, obviously theres more proof but im only limited to 10 photos so i couldn’t show everything i wanted to. This is my magnum opus i guess, so if you are dealing with anyone who claims that “gyutaro is a minor”, show them this, share it everywhere, i dont even WANT credit! I just want my fellow homies to be allowed to love an ugly ass man without some person saying “hes a minor”)

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Demon Bride Ch33 Bride Of The Kizuki

(This will HEAVILY reference s3 ep1 of Demon Slayer.

WARNINGS!!!:Gore, fighting , decapitation, limbs being cut off, some innuendos, blood, threats, cussing, and Enmu,Karaku, and Douma ARE their own warnings.

IMPORTANT INFO!!: I should've mentioned it earlier but Yahaba, Susamaru, Daki, Nakime, and OBVIOUSLY Rui and Zohakuten will NOT be a part of the love interest roster!! However Daki will be a wing woman to Gyutaro. And the place Y/n and Rui will be staying is in this beautiful mansion here in the picture shown above.)

"WHAT?!"

Your head turned to Kaigaku who now decided to raise his head and looked a mixture of shocked and raged at the sentence that left the red eyed Demons mouth. You just sat there..your brain spaced out and there was a ringing in your ears as you blanked. Around her different demons had similar reactions to the news. Akaza only looked more shocked than he ever did I'm his life. Enmu lit up with a smile. Five brothers looked wide eyed and jaw dropped. The platinum-blonde demon blinked and hummed in slight curiosity. And other demons had similar reactions ranging between shock or just blank staring. Except for the tall demon with the ponytail. He stayed absolutely still, still facing away from you.

"I know. I know." This Muzan man raised a hand with a sigh. "All of you were expecting me to banish her or perhaps make you sever any ties you may have with her but I have decided to take my wife's advice and let you all be happy. But I don't want to see anymore mistakes."

"Oh, darling." A soft hand reached to caress Muzan's cheek. "I'm so happy you're taking this so well. Now doesn't this save so much time and energy?"

He smiled almost smugly at his mischief leaning into her touch. "Yes. And everyone will be happy to know that I blessed their happy engagement."

"Well I hope they just know that they have my blessing too."

He smiled wider. "I'm sure they'll be so happy to hear that. Why don't I take you both out for dinner now that I have more spare time?"

"Oh, that's a wonderful idea."

"YYYYAAAYY!!! I wanna go to that restaurant with the giant mochi cakes!," The little girl cheered throwing up her arms.

"Hmhm. Whatever my princess wants. You all are dismissed for now. But come back here in three months time on June first. That's when Ill be holding the initiation ceremony for our new Kizuki members. However the child and your...fiance shall stay within the infinity castle to better care for the boy. Kokushibo." Said tall ponytail wearing man tilted his head at Muzan. "See to it that the necessary arrangements for their stay are made, and over see the repairs to the Tsuzumi Mansion. And most of all make sure that the five responsible for it's destruction help rebuild it. I want the job completed before next month is over."

"Understood."

"Then the rest of you are dismissed and are to go back to work immediately. Nakime, you know where I want to go."

S T R U M!!

In an instant the entire small family unit disappeared and left everyone standing there in absolute shock... before Yahaba huffed and crossed his arms.

"Well I for one have no interest in the poverty poor! You all may have the honors of having her!"

"Yyyeeahh." Susamaru agreed next to him with a bored look. "Romancing doesn't sound very fun, besides she doesn't even look strong."

''On top of that we have no time with our very important job. Nakime, if you could do us the honors of sending us to the same location as our Lord?"

STRUM!!

In a blink of an eye two more demons disappeared by the strum of the black haired demon's biwa. "I also respectfully decline the offer. I see no need to pursue."

"I understand...I will make Lord...Muzan aware of your..choices.."

"Mother?" A small hand gently poked your cheek as Rui managed to wriggle from your grasp and stand. "You look as if you're going to die. Are you alright?"

Your thousand mile stare finally slowly refocused. "Oh. Yes. I'm alright......WHAT THE F U C K JUST HAPPENED?!'' Everyone except for the ponytailed demon turned to look at you as you jumped to your feet furiously. "ONE OF YOU BETTER TELL ME I DIDN'T HEAR THAT RIGHT!! KYOGAI!!" Said demon jumped being addressed. "Tell me I was hallucinating and I heard him say it wrong!!"

"....You...and we..did not hear it wrong," he settled on saying which made your jaw drop as he slowly stood back up. "Our Master has officially arranged an engagement between you and me..'' He then looked confused and slowly looked to about everyone else. "And Kaigaku I guess?..And.. everyone else here."

You could only stare at him jaw dropped. ..No. no. NONONONONONONONO!! N. O!!! THIS COULD NOT BE HAPPENING!! YOU DIDN'T WANT TO GET MARRIED!! YOU RAN AWAY FOR THE SOLE REASON YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO BE FORCED INTO A MARRIAGE!!!....OK. GRANTED. An engagement is a lot different from a marriage and it's not like you would have to do anything anyone says. BUT YOU WERE ENGAGED TO MULTIPLE OF THESE DEMONS?! WAS THAT EVEN ALLOWED?!

"ALL OF YOU BACK OFF!! SHE WAS MY FIANCE FIRST YOU CREEP!!" Kaigaku hissed again and once again blocked Enmu whom had the most love strikken faces you'd ever seen on a man.

"Oh Y/N-CHAAAAAANNN!!"~," Enmu called out to you waving an arm, pushing against the growling Kaigaku. "My love, my begonia, my FI-AN-CCCEEEEE!!~ I can't wait for you to get me in your arms once again!!~"

"Cut it out!!"

"ENOUGH." Both struggling demons stopped and looked up at the ponytail wearing demon whom still hadn't moved from his spot but tilted his head at them. "Both of you...are causing a disgraceful...scene. I recommend you stop."

To your surprise they did stop albeit Kaigaku reluctantly removed his hands from Enmu's front with a scowl. You only shook your head and reached a hand up to rub your temples. Great. Just great! Now you went from misunderstandings to being engaged to multiple demons. How could this get any worse-...A blast of cold air hit you as a shadow blocked out the light above you. You froze as something very large towered over you and made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. Ever so slowly you looked up meeting a red shirt, and continued up, up, up until you met rainbow glassy eyes. And you felt your body going rigid as a pair of sharp nail lightly touched your cheek near the ear.

"Well I must say...When I was called here I was expecting a slew of things-," he spoke in a low, cool voice that sent a shiver of creeps down your spine."-but I wasn't expecting that I would meet my future spouse.~" He felt that shiver of disgust your body gave and smiled wider, sliding those nails along your jawline until his cold knuckles pushed your head up further to face him. "Aw. Look at that. We haven't even spent our wedding night together and already you're shivering.~ I seem to have that effect on so many people.~''

THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD.

Many eyes turned and watched wide eyed as a powerful driving force began stepping over towards Douma's exposed back. Veins popped up along strong arms as fists clenched up and an fluffy pink eyelid twitched as narrowed eyes focused all his rage on one individual.

"...Are you serious?," You asked deadpanned frowning. Your blunt words caught the blonde demon off guard whom blinked and it made the demon with the long ponytail tilt his Head your direction. "This is the first time we met and you insinuate your perverted fantasies of me in front of my child?!" A small smack sound sounded as your hand made contact with his knocking it away. "How dare you?! You perverted piece of glass!!" A finger harshly poked him in the chest making him blink down at where you poked him. "Someone ought to teach you a lesson!!"

His smile temporary disappeared as he blinked curiously at your hand, and tilting his head like a puppy. As if he was unsure what to think of the action... before smiling way too wide and friendly for a normal person. "Oh I get it. You want to be courted first. After all, women love to be showered in affection and swooned." His eyes became half lidded. "I can't wait to-''

CRACK!!

Blood spattered. Talking stopped. And half of the blonde demon's head was completely gone. Behind him Akaza held his other fists was again covered in blood that dripped down his arm. You just froze again at the sight...but not being sick to the stomach at this anymore.

"She just told you she wasn't interested," Akaza spoke slowly to the frozen body standing. "Now back off before I tear-"

SHING!!

More blood gushed from Akaza's now decapitated hand as it fell to the floor with a thud leaving the pink haired demon looking slightly shocked at what happened... before he turned his head to the new figure next to him. The demon with the long ponytail. He held out a long blade that dripped red and still had his back turned towards you. Wait.. Where'd be come from?!

"Akaza," this new demon spoke lowly, "You always go too far..."

"It's alright, Lord Kokushibo," Douma's mouth spoke before with a crackling sound, his head regenerated completely and a smile was sent their way. "I don't mind in the slightest."

"It's not for your...own benefit..that I speak." With a clink noise his sword was resheathed. "He disrupts the hierarchy...which in turn gives...way to insubordination amongst...the ranks. It's unacceptable."

"...Oh. I see!," Douma spoke.

"Akaza...If you're unsatisfied with the ranks...then why not back up your...words and challenge him to a battle."

"Aw. C'mon. Cut him some slack. It wasn't that serious," Douma spoke waving a hand, "You know as well as I do that if he challenged us, he'd only embarrass himself. Look he's only angsty that's all. Probably because I became a Kizuki after him, and still got promoted before him. I'd be upset too if I were in his shoes. Don't be so hard on him. I mean besides I didn't dodge his attack on purpose. It's harmless horseplay. It's our way of nurturing our friendship. Those on top shouldn't be giving out subordinates a hard time. Don't you think-"

"Akaza," the samurai demon spoke completely ignoring what Douma said, "From here on out...you are to show some respect...Do you understand?"

"Oh I understand." Akaza stiffly looked over his shoulder at the demon heaving. "I understand that I'm going to kill you if it's the last thing I do."

"Is that so?...Then I wish you the best....Now we will get this situation settled."

"What matter is that?!," Akaza growled.

"The legal start of courtship." About everyone froze at his suggestion but he continued on. "Those who don't wish to court the human....should say so now and eliminate themselves. If you do...then present her with a courting gift. Those who do shall be...seen."

You saw the monochrome demon huff in annoyance before leaving and some woman's voice came from above.

"Like I'd do that."

Then there was silence as everyone looked at one another seeming unsure... before Kaigaku spoke up.

"I already staked my claim," he spoke firmly and pointed right at you, "That magatama around her neck is mine. She's wearing it right now showing her choice."

There was another pause as again everyone looked at one another before something came down over your head. You flinched and looked up but stopped when Akaza stared back at you. You stared as something smooth was slid along your neck and left there. Your hand immediately reached up to touch it and met smooth beads, immediately you looked down and saw one of the beaded ankles Akaza always wore gone.

"Here! Take this as a symbol of my love, Begonia!" Enmu suddenly appeared before you and held out a-

"A bottle?," Kaigaku scoffed crossing his arms, "Seriously the best you can come up with?"

"Ah. You undermine me, Deal Kaigaku. This happens to be the best fever medicine for children~," Enmu bragged with a smile on his face making Kaigaku paused as he held it up to you. "It's guaranteed to cure the boys fevers instantly.~ Just be sure be doesn't take it on an empty stomach."

You stared in awe at the bottle of medicine.. before deciding to take it. For Rui not yourself.

"I'm not about to be out done so easily! I called dibs first anyways!!"

"No you didn't, Urogi. I called dibs wwwaaayyyy before you did if she was cute and she is.~"

"H-Hey. I-I-I want to be the o-one to have her h-hand.''

You blinked and looked up as not one not two not three but FOUR of the Hantengu Brothers came rushing over towards you and you jumped as you were bombarded with trinkets from the three shoved into your arms. A long pretty feather plucked from Urogi's wing. A leaf fan summoned from no where and shoved into your hand by Karaku who was specific to say-

"Even if you flap this fan nothing will happen. It's simply a dud and just for show, just in case so ya won't get blown away.~"

Gee. How considerant. The blue eyed demon, who introduced himself as Aizetsu, timidly offered just a simple chain of dark blue rope he cut off from the thick blue rope on his shoulders. His hands were trembling as they held it out to you. But you were really surprised when the red eyed demon stood there glowering at you... before just tossing a gold ring from his jingling staff at you and turned his head quickly with a growl.

"I'm only interested in making sure a strong mate is secured into my family, and you somehow saved two of my bumbling brothers! So I should at least give something in return!! ITS NOT BECAUSE I LIKE YOU AT ALL LET'S GET THAT CLEAR!" He wouldn't tell anyone he was enticed by your pretty purple eyes or how nice you smelled or when you didn't take his shit when you gave him a deadpanned look.

"...I'll accept your apology but if you ever try taking Rui again-," you growled making him lean back. "-Is will kill you! And be nicer to your brothers!! Dammit you remind me of a headache I used to have."

"WHAT?! IM GOING OUT OF MY WAY TO BE DECENT AND YO-"

"Shush." Your soft hand pressed to his mouth. "You stress too much." You removed your hand as he just stared at you.

He sputtered. "I-...WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!"

You rolled your eyes. "Should I kiss you and make it feel better?"

"YES!!" Sekido yelled at your face angrily heart beating. You blinked as he snarled at you angrily...before Karaku snickered beside him making him pause. "...Wait a minute. I MEANT NO!! STOP MESSSING WITH MY HEAD!!"

"Aw. Do I need to kiss that better too?," You asked him raising a brow.

"I-.... RRRRRRAAAAAUUUUGGH!!! THIS IS HOPELESS!!!" He then turned and stomped off past his brothers two of which burst out laughing at his reaction.

You only sighed struggling to hold all the items given to you, only added to when Kyogai timidly offered you a drum and you noticed the one from his right shoulder missing. He looked so red when you brushed against his hand taking it from him. Although you tried to back away from Douma who just forced a...piece of ice shaped like a lotus?? Into your arms and looked pleased with himself.

"I don't think we've been introduced.~ I'm Douma and my aren't you radiant.~ I'm so glad the Master gifted me such a delicate smelling lotus flower.~," he purred making you deadpan. "Anyways. I don't think I got your name Miss??"

"Y/n." you stated flatly, "And thank you for the compliments-"

"Ah thank nothing of it." He flashed a fanged grin at you, "I know how it can be sometime meeting an Upper Moon and all that but it really is no big deal-"

"Oh you're right about that." He paused stopping, blinking wide eyed at your deadpanned face mouth agape in a smile as he processed what you had bluntly but politely stated. "You do seem REALLY nice and I really appreciate all the nice things you said to me but I'll have to stop you right there with the flirting. No offense to you of course, and I don't mean anything by it." You turned from him. "You just aren't my type. I'm sure you'll find a nice person soon tho with your looks and charms. So you might as well take back the ice."

Every. Paused. At what you just said...

Did...Douma just get..rejected? By a woman?...DOUMA?! WITH HIS GOOD LOOKS AND CHARMS AND HOW MANY WOMEN AND EVEN MEN SWOON FOR HIM?!?! Douma stood there blankly pupils small, mouth wide open still in a dumb smile, and mind reeling from being rejected so fast. This...had never happened before. No one spoke a word. There were no sounds-..Wait. There was one sound. The sound of someone chuckling amused.

"I see she....at least had..common sense. Now...if there's no one...else who will be joining then-"

FWUMP!!

You jumped as something red and black fell on your face and you blinked one uncovered eye at everyone else as some kind of cloth feeling thing fell directly on top of your head. Akaza was the one who took it off of you seeing as your arms were full and you finally got a good look at the thing, a smallish circular piece of cloth that reminded you of a headband that was mostly red but had a black vein-ish pattern to it. You all stared at it before Akaza looked up and so did you, all the way to the two people still on the ceiling. Hey. That was the skinny guy who told you to bow earlier. The man looked mortified while the woman next to him crossed her arms giving a 'are you happy now' look. You narrowed your eyes and noticed the man wore the same red garments on his arms.

"Very well....If anyone else does not have anything...to say them we are...finished here."

''Wait a moment," you spoke up arms still full and staring at the back of this man. "I didn't agree to any of this! I hardly even know more than three of you here. Surely this type of thing isn't legal." In desperation you turned to Kyogai. "Right?"

Kyogai hissed through his teeth and looked unsure. "I am...unsure at this moment. The Master has the power to engage whom he wishes-" You frowned harder at him. "B-But I can look over the laws concerning this sort of thing and get back to you on the matter!"

"Which will be...after repairs are made.." The samurai demon spoke. "For now...if all your concerns are addressed....I will show you where... you shall be staying.."

You slowly looked back to the demon, frowned, and spoke. "Yes. I do have one concern. I didn't hear you apologize."

Silence.

No one reacted at first but slowly shocked faces looked to you like you were crazy. Well everyone except for Douma who looked mildly curious at your blunt statement. The samurais stiff form did not change.

"....Of course," he finally settled on in that monotonous voice that made you feel a powerful pulse behind it. This man was obviously very powerful in some way you didn't understand. "You probably were startled...by our sudden presence....If it brings comfort....you need not fear them...nor myself-"

"I'm not scared of any demon here! Which includes you!," You spoke feeling anger bubble up from your chest, "And you apologize shouldn't be directed at me, it should be towards Akaza!"

Akaza looked like he was about to die as he paled and again everyone looked between you and the samurai.

".....I disagree....He knows better too...strike a higher ranking moon...if he wishes to insinuate a fight...then he should do so by Blood Battle..."

"I don't think you understand what I'm saying."

"Y/n," Akaza gave a small warning look which you blatantly ignored.

"I don't want you to apologize for stopping them from fighting, I want you to apologize for insulting Akaza for defending me from the blonde pervert over there." You rose your head with a look that'd put a haughty rich noble to shame. "I thought he was doing me a grand favor. Next time I would prefer him NOT to be so bloody about it-" you have Akaza a look. "-especially in front of my child, but I appreciate his efforts nonetheless."

Everyone looked at you.... before simultaneously turning their heads to the tall samurai who still didn't move. As if thinking.

"....I will...take that into consideration... however Akaza..." Said pink haired demon glared back at him. "..next time you wish...to challenge a rival...suitor...do so by proper battle...and not mindless violence...that angers Lord Muzan...Do you understand me?"

"....SURE," Akaza hissed out clenching a fist making it pop in anger. "As long as he doesn't provoke me." Douma cooed in response making him hiss back.

"ENOUGH. You two...return to your duties...as well as the rest of you..." A single hand pointed out at the five Hantengu Brothers. "You five however...remain here along with Kyogai...we have to fix..the Tsuzumi Mansion.."

"That's it? You won't apologize?"

"They were already warned."

"That's bullshit. Kaigaku defended me from Enmu's advances and you're not going to give him a lecture for Enmu being a rank higher than him?"

Kaigaku now looked pale but the samurai spoke again. "They were also warned...if it...happens again then there....will be greater consequences.."

"....I owe both Kaigaku and Akaza an apology then. THAT'S the dumbest thing I've ever heard."

"Hmm.... Normally others wouldn't talk...like that to me. ..Where does your... respect go in my presence?"

"I don't know what you mean. Respect is earnt not given. I can respect you for your difficult position but I won't just blindly give all my respect to a man who acts perverted to me upon first talking to me." You GLARED at the blonde demon. "Or those who tried to kidnap my child." You then glared at the Hantengu Brothers. "Or someone who disregards my concerns even if he does it in a respectful manner." You then glanced back to the samurai. "Going forward I hope you can show me you can get me to respect you not by intimidation, but by mutual respect."

".......... Interesting....I have never...been threatened by that ... before..."

"It's not a threat but an offer. I would like to get to know you in a respectful manner. Let's start by our names. My name is Y/n. What is yours?"

"..... Kokushibo."

"Kokushibo?...That name suits you. It sounds as powerful as you look."

He still didn't turn to you before he spoke again. "If there is nothing else...I will show you to your room."

"Sensai," Kaigaku spoke up with a serious frown, "I want to discuss something with you involving Enmu."

"..Very well...both of you...wait here with the others...The rest of you go...the human and child follows me."

You stood there for a moment before looking around you at everyone around her... before sighing deeply and starting to walk off after the tall samurai. Rui blinked before looking at Akaza.

"Good bye, Father. Come visit soon. Mother still needs to be proposed to," he spoke making the pink haired demon freeze as the pale demon scampered off after you.

Everyone slowly turned to the frozen demon.... before a hand with blue nails cooed and pinched his cheek. "Akaza.~ I didn't know you were planning on homewrecking us all.~"

"IM GOING TO MURDER YOU SLOWLY AND PAINFULLY!! GET OFF!!"

You turned your head only once seeing Akaza about to strike the blonde demon again and you turned back around continuing to follow Kokushibo across a bridge away from the platform you were all on Rui right behind you. The lay out of this place was so baffling. There was more stairs here which was connected to more halls there which was right by a giant moving building there-You blinked as a massive square pillar of rooms, doors,and windows lowly moved passed you. From inside the rooms you could see a MULTITUDE OF DEMONS. But they looked.... different....more...

Fancy.

The men looked to be adorned in beautifully hand tailored clothes, but the woman looked even MORE fancy all dolled up in the level of oirans with layers of beautifully patterned silks and jewelry and expertly applied make up dripping from their faces. But that wasn't what creeped you out.

They were all staring right at you.

All of them gave you strange, curious, or outright sneers. You gave a frown back as the building passed and you looked at Kokushibo.

"Those people were staring at me."

"When a member...of the Twelve Kizuki...is engaged to it is announced...to the other nobility here....No doubt someone..has already spread the rumors." He sighed. "This will...no doubt...cause problems I will have...to fix later. Your new placement...above them...will no doubt...anger a few..."

You stared at him wide eyed. "New placement? What on earth do you mean by that?!"

"You are now above them all...being the bride of the Kizuki...I can imagine how they will...take it. It would be best...to just keep to yourself..until I get this ....sorted. However do not be... alarmed... nothing shall happen to you...it would be stupid to...try anything to...a bride of more than one... Kizuki."

"Oh well thank goodness for that." You frowned. "I was hoping I'd get chased by women in so many layers of silk they'd trip and make me die laughing .And men so full of hot air that they'd use that hot air of there's to cook me alive. I always wanted to be bored to death by rich people talking about how much better they are because they use gold coins to wipe the gold nuggets they s-...?!"

You suddenly stopped just in time to not run into Kokushibo who stopped. "Do you... always show such disrespect?"

"I show what respect is shown me. If someone thinks they're better simply based on money then they have more problems then just getting my 'disrespect'." You frowned.

"... Interesting....What would you say would...make someone better?"

"I don't think anyone is better than anyone else unless they chose to be a bad person." You rose a brow. Why was he asking you this? "I don't think I'm better than you or Rui or anyone else because I'm human. Just like I don't believe Akaza believes he's better than humans because he happens to be a powerful demon. It's not that simple either however."

"..... Explain...."

"I just said it's not easy to explain. You may have a higher position than someone like the other Kizuki or any other person but I would still treat you as an equal and with respect as long as I see you treating others with the same respect and equality. If you believe something like strength or wealth makes you better then that's your own flaw." What would be a good way to explain this in a way A demon could understand A human? "...A painter may not have the strength of a blacksmith but that doesn't mean they both can't create beautiful masterpieces. A florist may not know how to till the land like a farmer but that doesn't mean they can't grow beautiful plants. A teacher may not be able to win against the strength of a sumo wrestler but that doesn't mean their different skills makes one more important than the other.," You explained making Rui look up in awe at you and the man tilt his head in your direction. Not turning fully around, but enough to know he acknowledged you're talking. "You can lose skills, you can gain skills. There's always going to be people that do things better than you, and there's always going to be people that do things way worse than you. But that shouldn't define the worth of a person. Whether it be a man, woman, child, or even a demon."

The head turned more and you could make out a mouth turned sideways but the long bangs blocked out the sight of the rest of his face. "Then...how do you...define...who is a good person?"

"That isn't as simple either."

"What do you mean?"

"Some people are just good. Some people are just bad....But a lot of times it's subjective to different people. Good people can do bad things especially if they think what they're doing justifies the greater good. Bad people can do good things if they want to, whether that's because they still have some kindness or because it's to get what they want I can't say. ...But most people I believe aren't inheritantly bad or good. Most fall in a place between." You winced pulling the things in your arms closer to yourself when you thought about the bad things you did. "I know I've done bad things. I've lied just to get away from a bad situation and I probably left a lot of people in trouble and angry at me. I got a friend of mine in trouble for convincing her to sneak out with me recently...I'm not really proud of it, but I won't deny what I did was wrong. That'll only make it worse."

"Then....What traits do you...use to judge others...if you yourself..have done wrong?," The mouth spoke to you.

You blinked surprised at all the sudden questions from Kokushibo but it was a nice change of pace from what he said earlier. "Well...Firstly Id admit what I did was wrong and not deny it. Secondly, I would judge someone else by what makes up that person." You gestured at him. "Their actions, their words, their morals, their personalities, and how they apply all of those things when interacting with me or anyone else. I'd also think about their point of view if I thought it would help me know how or why they would treat someone in a way."

There was silence afterwards for a long, long moment. You could feel him looking directly at you from behind the bangs calculating, as he was trying to figure out how he felt about what you just said to him.

"Hydrangea."

You blinked. What did he say?"What?"

"Your scent has changed to...that of a hydrangea flower... suddenly....Hmm....Rather strange...for a human."

"I know," you said with a nod acknowledging what he said. "You wouldn't be the first one to say that..." Your head tilted and you could feel he was watching your every move carefully.

However he turned his head back around and continued walking. "Come...I have much work to do."

You all began to walk again and you fell quiet as he lead you past other confusing layouts. Every so often you'd see more demons in rooms, most of those demons were dressed fancily and carried an aura off 'I definitely think I'm better than you'. But most of the demons you saw here and there were servants of all kinds. There was a man serving food to what looked like a wealthy blue skinned demon couple. A maid sweeping the floor of a hallway you both walked through but bowed as soon as she saw Kokushibo. Another maid was polishing a nother hallway UPSIDE DOWN directly above you as you all walked by and you gazed up in awe at her. Not even the literally bucket of water was spilling as she continued working. You all didn't stop until you all rounded a corner...and you stopped at what you saw.

Darkness.

Everything was much darker than before but a blue hue of light gently lit up the giant thing before you. It was a mansion-...No. Not a mansion. IT WAS A BLOODY PALACE!! A giant palace like building stood before you smack dab in the middle of a glowing blue lake filled to o the brim with lilypads and lotus blooms floating in the water. Docks darted all around the water leading too and from the building in the center. The building itself must've been at least four stories tall with pure white walls and darkened tiled roofs, it was even bigger than the tall buildings in the Red Light District. Rui also looked around in awe before pointing.

"What's that building for?"

"It is the home...for the families...of the Kizuki...so far you...are the only one...who is living here. The other Kizuki... currently have no other...family that would..live here."

"Mother," Rui said tugging on your kimono. "We'll have this entire place to ourselves."

"Not entirely...This is also...the home of the Kizuki whenever...they stay within the Infinity Castle. Come...I'll escort you...To the doors."

You still followed him across the docks towards the palace gazing down into the glowing blue water. Inside swam-

"Look, Mother. There's koi fish in the water," Rui said pointing out the many beautiful fish swimming in the water.

They shimmered in the light and seemed like beautiful ghosts in the heavens. They also reminded you of Eri's fiance. You just continued to follow Kokushibo across this maze of docks until you reached the giant double doors and stopped. Looking up the shadow of the building loomed over you seeming threatening. Not as quant or as comforting as Kyogai's mansion. You just stood there until the door creaked open making you flinch and an older man in fancy looking black silk robes and a...too big smile on his face and at least one giant eye green blinking right at you.

"Lord Kokushibo, we've been expecting you!," He spoke in a fancy nasally way as he bowed making you cringe at the sound of his skeezy, spoiled voice. "And this must be the Lady we've all heard about.~ Such lovely eyes.~ " You couldn't help but grimace at the words he spoke making your dislike clear, but if he did see it he ignored it. "Will you be coming in to inspect the magnificent Kizuki Dwell? Or maybe you'd like some tea before you leave?~"

"No....I must be on my way...You will be able to care for them?"

"Oh absolutely! Lest my head he lobed off my Lord Akaza."

"Then I'll leave you with him." He again turned his head towards you. "This is...there I leave you....If there is anything else....you request please let me..know." he then turned to the left leaving you to stare at his back again.

"Wait!" You shouted and would've held a hand up if you weren't carrying so many things, and he instantly paused. "I don't want or need anything materialistic from you, but I would like to request you to do one thing and it'll only be this once."

"Name it."

"I want to see your face. Especially your eyes."

The skeezy demon only blinked in confusion and intrigue as he looked between the two of you. Kokushibo remained cold, calm, still. Not responding or saying anything at all. You thought maybe perhaps you offended him for a moment before a small footsteps sounded out and the large body slowly turned. Slowly, slowly, slowly. You saw the side of his face. Silently, silently, silently. His whole front chest stood before you. You looked up at his face.

Six eyes stared back at you.

Red sclera. Yellow irises. And the symbols of Upper Moon One printed right across the middle of pair as all six stared directly at you veins similar to Akaza's sprouted all over the sclera. On the upper left of his face and lower right of his chin had strange flame looking markings you hadn't seen any other demon have and his face was framed by long reddish-black bangs. Power. Lots of it. All of that radiated from him...but there was something almost...human about it underneath it all. He remained silent in your silence..

".... You're different from all the others." He visibly stiffened at your words. "Your structure is beautiful that way."

He stopped fully just ... looking at you yellow irises expanding wider.

You smiled. "Just by looking at you, you're very powerful. I guess that's why you're the top Kizuki." You then bowed. "Thank you for honoring my request. I think our first impressions have gone well."

He continued to silently stared at her bow as if shocked... before relaxing and feeling one pulse from his chest to make a choice. ".....Three weeks."

You blinked looking back up. "Pardon?"

"Three weeks...Give me that time...and I will make proper arrangements...for me to start courting you properly." You stood there stunned as did Rui when a hand grabbed your own and lifted it up slowly shifting the objects in your arms until he held it up high near his face before bowing and pressing his forehead to your knuckles eyes closed as you stared at him wide eyed. "I will speak with..Lord Muzan about permanenting our... arrangements....In mean time..wait here." He slowly lowered your hand back and slowly releasing it. You stood frozen still as he wondered something first. ...And a hand gently grabbed your chin tilting it up to make your eyes meet his. "I have nothing to give...as a proper gift...but this should... suffice...for now..."

You still remained frozen as he leaned forward.

As he closed the distance.

As he almost touched your face.

As Rui peered around. And his eyes went wide. And he pointed. "Look, Mother! Father's here!"

"UPPER MOON ONE. I CHALLENGE YOU FOR THE RIGHT TO HER AFFECTIONS!!"

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hazbinextgeneration · 5 months

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Demon Bride Ch33 Bride Of The Kizuki

Last Part Here:

https://www.tumblr.com/hazbinextgeneration/732525460796456960/demon-bride-ch32?source=share

First Part Here:

https://www.tumblr.com/hazbinextgeneration/709087246035337216/demon-bride-ch1?source=share

Next Part Here:

https://www.tumblr.com/hazbinextgeneration/737875109290835968/demon-bride-ch34?source=share

(This will HEAVILY reference s3 ep1 of Demon Slayer.

WARNINGS!!!:Gore, fighting , decapitation, limbs being cut off, some innuendos, blood, threats, cussing, and Enmu,Karaku, and Douma ARE their own warnings.

"WHAT?!"

"Oh, darling." A soft hand reached to caress Muzan's cheek. "I'm so happy you're taking this so well. Now doesn't this save so much time and energy?"

He smiled almost smugly at his mischief leaning into her touch. "Yes. And everyone will be happy to know that I blessed their happy engagement."

"Well I hope they just know that they have my blessing too."

He smiled wider. "I'm sure they'll be so happy to hear that. Why don't I take you both out for dinner now that I have more spare time?"

"Oh, that's a wonderful idea."

"YYYYAAAYY!!! I wanna go to that restaurant with the giant mochi cakes!," The little girl cheered throwing up her arms.

"Understood."

"Then the rest of you are dismissed and are to go back to work immediately. Nakime, you know where I want to go."

S T R U M!!

In an instant the entire small family unit disappeared and left everyone standing there in absolute shock... before Yahaba huffed and crossed his arms.

"Well I for one have no interest in the poverty poor! You all may have the honors of having her!"

"Yyyeeahh." Susamaru agreed next to him with a bored look. "Romancing doesn't sound very fun, besides she doesn't even look strong."

''On top of that we have no time with our very important job. Nakime, if you could do us the honors of sending us to the same location as our Lord?"

STRUM!!

In a blink of an eye two more demons disappeared by the strum of the black haired demon's biwa. "I also respectfully decline the offer. I see no need to pursue."

"I understand...I will make Lord...Muzan aware of your..choices.."

"Mother?" A small hand gently poked your cheek as Rui managed to wriggle from your grasp and stand. "You look as if you're going to die. Are you alright?"

"ALL OF YOU BACK OFF!! SHE WAS MY FIANCE FIRST YOU CREEP!!" Kaigaku hissed again and once again blocked Enmu whom had the most love strikken faces you'd ever seen on a man.

"Cut it out!!"

THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD.

CRACK!!

"She just told you she wasn't interested," Akaza spoke slowly to the frozen body standing. "Now back off before I tear-"

SHING!!

"Akaza," this new demon spoke lowly, "You always go too far..."

"It's alright, Lord Kokushibo," Douma's mouth spoke before with a crackling sound, his head regenerated completely and a smile was sent their way. "I don't mind in the slightest."

"...Oh. I see!," Douma spoke.

"Akaza...If you're unsatisfied with the ranks...then why not back up your...words and challenge him to a battle."

"Akaza," the samurai demon spoke completely ignoring what Douma said, "From here on out...you are to show some respect...Do you understand?"

"Oh I understand." Akaza stiffly looked over his shoulder at the demon heaving. "I understand that I'm going to kill you if it's the last thing I do."

"Is that so?...Then I wish you the best....Now we will get this situation settled."

"What matter is that?!," Akaza growled.

You saw the monochrome demon huff in annoyance before leaving and some woman's voice came from above.

"Like I'd do that."

Then there was silence as everyone looked at one another seeming unsure... before Kaigaku spoke up.

"I already staked my claim," he spoke firmly and pointed right at you, "That magatama around her neck is mine. She's wearing it right now showing her choice."

"Here! Take this as a symbol of my love, Begonia!" Enmu suddenly appeared before you and held out a-

"A bottle?," Kaigaku scoffed crossing his arms, "Seriously the best you can come up with?"

You stared in awe at the bottle of medicine.. before deciding to take it. For Rui not yourself.

"I'm not about to be out done so easily! I called dibs first anyways!!"

"No you didn't, Urogi. I called dibs wwwaaayyyy before you did if she was cute and she is.~"

"H-Hey. I-I-I want to be the o-one to have her h-hand.''

"Even if you flap this fan nothing will happen. It's simply a dud and just for show, just in case so ya won't get blown away.~"

"WHAT?! IM GOING OUT OF MY WAY TO BE DECENT AND YO-"

"Shush." Your soft hand pressed to his mouth. "You stress too much." You removed your hand as he just stared at you.

He sputtered. "I-...WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!"

You rolled your eyes. "Should I kiss you and make it feel better?"

"Aw. Do I need to kiss that better too?," You asked him raising a brow.

"I-.... RRRRRRAAAAAUUUUGGH!!! THIS IS HOPELESS!!!" He then turned and stomped off past his brothers two of which burst out laughing at his reaction.

"Y/n." you stated flatly, "And thank you for the compliments-"

"Ah thank nothing of it." He flashed a fanged grin at you, "I know how it can be sometime meeting an Upper Moon and all that but it really is no big deal-"

Every. Paused. At what you just said...

"I see she....at least had..common sense. Now...if there's no one...else who will be joining then-"

FWUMP!!

"Very well....If anyone else does not have anything...to say them we are...finished here."

"Which will be...after repairs are made.." The samurai demon spoke. "For now...if all your concerns are addressed....I will show you where... you shall be staying.."

You slowly looked back to the demon, frowned, and spoke. "Yes. I do have one concern. I didn't hear you apologize."

Silence.

"I'm not scared of any demon here! Which includes you!," You spoke feeling anger bubble up from your chest, "And you apologize shouldn't be directed at me, it should be towards Akaza!"

Akaza looked like he was about to die as he paled and again everyone looked between you and the samurai.

".....I disagree....He knows better too...strike a higher ranking moon...if he wishes to insinuate a fight...then he should do so by Blood Battle..."

"I don't think you understand what I'm saying."

"Y/n," Akaza gave a small warning look which you blatantly ignored.

Everyone looked at you.... before simultaneously turning their heads to the tall samurai who still didn't move. As if thinking.

"....SURE," Akaza hissed out clenching a fist making it pop in anger. "As long as he doesn't provoke me." Douma cooed in response making him hiss back.

"That's it? You won't apologize?"

"They were already warned."

"That's bullshit. Kaigaku defended me from Enmu's advances and you're not going to give him a lecture for Enmu being a rank higher than him?"

Kaigaku now looked pale but the samurai spoke again. "They were also warned...if it...happens again then there....will be greater consequences.."

"....I owe both Kaigaku and Akaza an apology then. THAT'S the dumbest thing I've ever heard."

"Hmm.... Normally others wouldn't talk...like that to me. ..Where does your... respect go in my presence?"

".......... Interesting....I have never...been threatened by that ... before..."

"It's not a threat but an offer. I would like to get to know you in a respectful manner. Let's start by our names. My name is Y/n. What is yours?"

"..... Kokushibo."

"Kokushibo?...That name suits you. It sounds as powerful as you look."

He still didn't turn to you before he spoke again. "If there is nothing else...I will show you to your room."

"Sensai," Kaigaku spoke up with a serious frown, "I want to discuss something with you involving Enmu."

"..Very well...both of you...wait here with the others...The rest of you go...the human and child follows me."

You stood there for a moment before looking around you at everyone around her... before sighing deeply and starting to walk off after the tall samurai. Rui blinked before looking at Akaza.

"Good bye, Father. Come visit soon. Mother still needs to be proposed to," he spoke making the pink haired demon freeze as the pale demon scampered off after you.

Everyone slowly turned to the frozen demon.... before a hand with blue nails cooed and pinched his cheek. "Akaza.~ I didn't know you were planning on homewrecking us all.~"

"IM GOING TO MURDER YOU SLOWLY AND PAINFULLY!! GET OFF!!"

Fancy.

They were all staring right at you.

All of them gave you strange, curious, or outright sneers. You gave a frown back as the building passed and you looked at Kokushibo.

"Those people were staring at me."

You stared at him wide eyed. "New placement? What on earth do you mean by that?!"

You suddenly stopped just in time to not run into Kokushibo who stopped. "Do you... always show such disrespect?"

"I show what respect is shown me. If someone thinks they're better simply based on money then they have more problems then just getting my 'disrespect'." You frowned.

"... Interesting....What would you say would...make someone better?"

"..... Explain...."

The head turned more and you could make out a mouth turned sideways but the long bangs blocked out the sight of the rest of his face. "Then...how do you...define...who is a good person?"

"That isn't as simple either."

"What do you mean?"

"Then....What traits do you...use to judge others...if you yourself..have done wrong?," The mouth spoke to you.

"Hydrangea."

You blinked. What did he say?"What?"

"Your scent has changed to...that of a hydrangea flower... suddenly....Hmm....Rather strange...for a human."

"I know," you said with a nod acknowledging what he said. "You wouldn't be the first one to say that..." Your head tilted and you could feel he was watching your every move carefully.

However he turned his head back around and continued walking. "Come...I have much work to do."

Darkness.

"What's that building for?"

"It is the home...for the families...of the Kizuki...so far you...are the only one...who is living here. The other Kizuki... currently have no other...family that would..live here."

"Mother," Rui said tugging on your kimono. "We'll have this entire place to ourselves."

"Not entirely...This is also...the home of the Kizuki whenever...they stay within the Infinity Castle. Come...I'll escort you...To the doors."

You still followed him across the docks towards the palace gazing down into the glowing blue water. Inside swam-

"Look, Mother. There's koi fish in the water," Rui said pointing out the many beautiful fish swimming in the water.

"No....I must be on my way...You will be able to care for them?"

"Oh absolutely! Lest my head he lobed off my Lord Akaza."

"Name it."

"I want to see your face. Especially your eyes."

Six eyes stared back at you.

".... You're different from all the others." He visibly stiffened at your words. "Your structure is beautiful that way."

He stopped fully just ... looking at you yellow irises expanding wider.

He continued to silently stared at her bow as if shocked... before relaxing and feeling one pulse from his chest to make a choice. ".....Three weeks."

You blinked looking back up. "Pardon?"

You still remained frozen as he leaned forward.

As he closed the distance.

As he almost touched your face.

As Rui peered around. And his eyes went wide. And he pointed. "Look, Mother! Father's here!"

"UPPER MOON ONE. I CHALLENGE YOU FOR THE RIGHT TO HER AFFECTIONS!!"

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http-angelite · 1 year

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Welcome <3

my name is angel, nice to meet you :) I've made this blog to read and write fanfics for various fandoms.

i am unsure of my gender, so i accept any pronouns, but i mainly refer to readers as either women or non-binary since i am female (and most of what I write is self-indulgent)

i am pansexual, but i mainly write male characters because i have a slight preference for men

i am neurodivergent, with autism and adhd, so this is a safe space

i am very new to writing and posting on tumblr in general, and i am always open to any tips or criticism

rules + fandoms + masterlist below

these are the fandoms i will write for:

demon slayer (tanjiro, inosuke, zenitsu)

sk8 the infinity (reki, langa, miya)

the disastrous life of saiki k (kusuo)

mob psycho 100 (shigeo)

trigun stampede (vash, wolfwood)

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nsfw (suggestive allowed)

dark themes (stalking, p3dophilia, incest, violence, etc)

anything related to drugs or alcohol

characters under 16 (all characters aged up)

amab or trans characters (i am not amab or trans, so i don't feel like i should)

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kodzuken-chan · 2 years

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hello 💕 may i request how would sanji react to his s/o fighting for the first time.

like luffy brought a new member for the crew and when they all saw her she looked so cute, innocent, small, bubbly and really pretty but when the enemies and marines come the strawhats are chained and cannot fight leaving only the s/o.

but it turns out the s/o is extremely strong. her punches and kicks are much stronger than germa 66. and she is also a powerful swordswoman who carries a powerful scythe. and she is also able to transform into a demon, the most powerful demon to exist.

A/N: Oh my...this sounds exactly like the scenarios spinning in my head at 3am, oh well let's make them true then~😌

The last part is kinda very specific tho👀, but I did my best to meet your request~!!! so I hope you Like it~!!

I just never mentioned the Marines and instead made the scenario with a pirate enemy🤭

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🧁Cute & Wild🧁

Paring: Sanji x Fem.Reader

Genre: Action/ Slight Angst/ Fluff / Hurt-Comfort/ One-shot

Warnings ⚠️: Mention of blood, slight toture maybe, intense injuries and cuts, some insecurities

A/N: This is kinda predictable but its enjoyable 😌

-Got the vilian's name from a Vilian's name generator Lmao I was too lazy

- The Demonic references are inspired by Demon Slayer 😈

-May Contain few unnoticed mistakes

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Summary: As the newest yet the cutest member that ever joined the strawhats, Everyone thought that you should be protected for how pure and sweet you were. However, an unfortunate incident forces you to unleash your hidden strength that will catch your crew off guard, especially your beloved Sanji.

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Aside from your intelligence and strategic acumen, you assisted your crew by using it during the intractable times. You were cute, adorably tiny, bubbly and yet an innocent person, the crew even thought that despite anything and everything, you must be protected at all costs. Not that they're underestimating your capabilities of protecting and taking care of yourself, however you're appearance, morlas and personality made them think that, if the world had so many of you, everyone would have lived in peace.

Even though it hasn't been months since you've joined the crew, and being brought by Luffy to Sunny go, You were quick to get along with them, it just felt like you've known them for a long period of time. However, in that brief time, you fell for the Ship's cook, who appearntly had mutual feelings for you. You two would act bashfully around each other even though it was obvious for everyone on the ship that you both were in love, even you two acknowledged that.

You were walking back from the market after getting few needed supplies for your free time hobby. Usually when you yell "I'm back", Sanji would definitely swoon over to you with those heart shaped eyes, if he's not there, then one of the rest Strawhats will for sure show up, either saying something idiot, nagging about something or just ask you some stuff out of curiosity. However, once you got none of these but instead received silence, you got the chills and stepped inside calling for anyone of your crew mates.

"W-what....the hell....is this...." You said dropping the few bags you carried in your hands approaching Sunny's mass

(All of your precious crew mates alongside your captain are under my care, So if you want to set them free, then you should come over so we can have a little chit chat together)

Signed by: Megedagik Thug of the Seas

That what was written over the worn-out paper hanging by a dagger in the middle of the mass. You couldn't help but gulp at name written at the bottom of the letter, recalling unpleasant memories of the past. However, you had no time to think about these memories, saving your friends is your top priority task now, anything else can wait for later.

Placing the bags you got from the market earlier in your room, you grabbed your rabbit shaped backpack, and placed all what you thought might be in handy to save your friends, after all, you're going to approach the danger willingly. Nevertheless, you're aware that what you're heading to is a trap, you just knew what that 'chit chat' exactly meant.

Carrying your backpack, you went down to Franky's weapons development room to take your huge scythe, no one would ever believe that your tiny figure can carry that thing, and your crew mates never acknowledged that you're actually using it, and that its not just a keepsake of your loved ones.

Now that you've got everything ready, you need to find where your friends are at. Usually, you all depend on Chopper's strong smelling sense to find anything, or any lost members, however this time, you're all alone, and you need to find them using your own ways, so in order to do so, you had no other choice but to use your own ways.

These ways specifically are your demonic abilities, no one of the Strawhats knew about you being able to transform yourself into a demon, being a demon means that your visual, auditory and nasal senses are three times stronger than any human being, let alone your demonic strength, speed and felixblity which gives you the upper hand in any fight. Of course, you tried as much as you can to not make it very obvious, because you never wanted your only friends to fear and leave you just like the others did.

Using your extraordinary smelling sense, you were able to trace Nami's and Robin's perfume scent, you could smell abit of Sanji's cigarettes and Franky's cola scent in the distance as well, so you immediately started running to where the scent was coming from. One of your demonic abilities advantages is you can trace scents based on how strong or light they were, they can be visible for you in the forms of strings, the thicker the string was the stronger the scent is, and vice versa.

As you kept on following your friends scent, you recalled some of the old memories that happened to you in the past. Megedagik, also known as the Thug of the Seas, is a crule heartless pirate who sailed around, invading small islands causing havocs by torturing and killing innocents, which exactly resembles the meaning of his name. He was known for his brutal way of bloodshed, where he would kill men in front of their families, then takes some women to work for him, and takes the others in order to satisfy his sadistic self by exposing them to excruciating torture.

And 8 years ago, this obnoxious pirate that knew no humanity made his mind that your tiny island is his next spot of sadistic entertainment, but little he knew what was waiting for him there. After causing sabotage and murder, he gathered all of the village's women, as usual, sent some of them with his men to work under his command, while the others, including you, were taken to a place where he tortures his captives.

Once he sat on his wooden chair, he had that disgusting smrik on his face while watching the women getting tortured gruesomely. As a result of the torture and beatings you got from Megedagik's men while he sat there, the anger yet the hatred kept on accumulating inside of your heart, causing you to lose control over the not so long discovered demonic powers, and within seconds, that led you to to unleash your sudden transformation and pounce over him. In the upcoming few minutes, your rage attacks caused the crule pirate to lay unconscious which ended up frightening his men and escape with him to the sea since they had no other choice.

Even though you rescued all those who were held captives with you, however, they turned their back on you and hated it, they called you with names like monster, hideous and so many other names that you didn't wish to hear. By the end of that day, instead of thanking you at least for saving their lives, they expelled you from the village claiming that a demon shall bring nothing but fatality to this poor little island, this is how you ended up moving to another island, living alone while hiding your powers, until fate smiled to you when Luffy asked you to join his crew.

Your Nakama's scent took you way too far from the shores and the center of the island, to a secluded place full of tress, and there was a building in the middle of it, it looked like a huge warehouse. Taking a deep breathe, you walked towards the warehouse's huge wooden gate, and with rage, you broke it into halves making an epic entrance, all what you were able to see was black, however, the scent of your friends soon was replaced by the smell of their bloods.

"Spectacular and Wonderful, So you really came after all huh?" Scoffed Megedagik

"Y/N-CHAN!!! GET OUT OF HERE THIS IS A TRAP!!" you heared Sanji Screaming

"S-Sanji?!!" You called again unable to see where he was

But soon the light came on, exposing everyone and everything around you, which made you stunned in disbelief. There stood Megedagik in the distance across of you, your nakamas were dangling from the celling, it seemed that the devil fruit users were chained with sea stone chains since they looked drained from energy, while the rest of them were tied with ropes and cuffs, they looked like they've been awfully beaten up. Seems that Megedagik still uses torture as way of entertainment.

"Y/N!!!JUST DON'T WORRY ABOUT US AND GET OUT OF HERE!!" said Luffy to you but you smiled at him

"You shouldn't be worrying about me captain~!! The future Pirate King himself asked me to be a member of his crew, so if I can't protect him and my friends, what's the point of being with them if I'm just an obstacle in the way of their dreams? I'll be fine, trust me" you exclaimed with your pure innocent smile and Luffy nodded at you.

However, your eyes soon darkened at Megedagik sight. You started walking slowly towards him, taking a step after step, without breaking eye contact with him, you started pulling out your huge scythe, dragging it by the floor.

"Hey franky!! Isn't that the scythe in your weapon development room? I thought it was yours!!" Exclaimed Usopp in surprise

"No its not mine! I know it belongs to Y/N, but never knew she can use it!!" Answered Franky

"D-Do You remember this scar?!!! You caused it to me 8 years ago, and now I'm gonna make sure to leave one on you, it will let you remember its pain until you DIE!!!" Yelled Megedagik as his men started showing up infront of you.

" A scar from eight years ago.... She knows this jerk?" Said Zoro

" Well...I'm curious to know how things ended up with her like that"Chuckled Robin weakly

You swiftly waved your scythe, like it weighs nothing. Within one slash, Megedagik's men were bleeding down on the ground, and this is where he started shivering, your gaze was full of grudge and hatred, it was enough to send him chills. Few other men showed up attacking you out of sudden, but you already took care of them in minutes, eyes still focused on Megedagik.

"G... Gorgeous...." Is the only thing Sanji was able to say, as he stared at you in shock

Well lets say, each of the Strawhats jaws dropped at their innocent yet cute nakama, who was normally holding a scythe that was double her size like it was nothing. They never expected you to be so felixble whilst fighting, let alone your strength that you haven't unleashed the half of it yet.

Once you were done with his men, you stood there, looking at your Nakamas with an assuring look, then your gaze came back to Megedagik. Suddenly the aura around you started changing, you were turning into your demonic appearance.

"Haaaaahahaaaa, are you finally unleashing your true appearance!!! Never knew that you're so eager to get kicked out from your crew too" he mocked, knowing that you were expelled from your village because of your demonic appearance.

"W-Whats happening to Y/N, there is a dark aura around here!!" Exclaimed Chopper in worry

"T-true appearance? What does that jerk mean?" Questioned Sanji himself

Soon, your skin got paler, your iris turned sharp, and their colors changed, your hair grew two times longer than it was floating in the air, then your clothes got ripped revealing the sakura petals tattoo that were engraved all over your limbs. Your scythe's blade slowly turned into black, you simply wrapped it in armament haki.

"Yohohohoho, Y/N-san can use armament haki!! UNEXPECTED" Said Brook in absolute shock and everyone else were stunned

And without an alert, you attacked Megedagik mercilessly, he was able to stop some of them, when a malicious idea popped in his head,on the other hand, you started running towards him to attack him once again, when he took out his gun, aimed it towards Sanji and shot him twice. Of course, your attention immediately shifted to Sanji once you heard his groans of pain. You would say that his observation haki is the strongest out of all, and he probably saw that coming, but he's cuffed and tied in ropes, he couldn't move an inch to do anything about it.

"SANJI!!!" You called in fear seeing the two bullets piercing through his body

However, Megedagik took your distraction as an opportunity to turn the tables. He soon brought out a huge shot gun, and aiming it straight to your legs, his plan is to shoot you in a place that would prevent you from moving, so he can enjoy torturing you little by little until you fall dead.

"You have no idea how I suffered because of you, now I'll take my revenge for the scar that you left on my face" murmured Megedagik reasy to fire

"Y/N!! Y/N-CHAN!! OI Y/N!!! LOOK OUT!!!!" Screamed the monster trio in sync once they noticed Megedagik's move

💥SHOT💥

Megedagik Shot your left thigh with no hesitation, and due to how powerful the shot was, your leg got separated from your thigh leaving it torned apart the as blood flows down from it. You gritted on your teeth as you fell on the ground in a severe pain, then you let out a loud whimper. Thr Monster Trio raged in anger, while the rest had expressions mixed of shock and worry, but you surprised them all when you hysterically started laughing, you back off a little, trying to fix your posture.

"Y/N-CHAN!!! THAT BASTARD !!!!!I'M GONNA KILL YOU" yelled Sanji in anger, as he tried to free himself

You motioned to Sanji that you're fine with your angelic smile, you dragged yourself to your thrown scythe, braced yourself with it as you stood up on your right leg.

"Y-you think, you can kill me by torning my limbs apart? Wrong...I'm gonna show you whom you're dealing with!" You exclaimed

With that, out of no where, your left leg grew again in the speed of light, as if it wasn't torned apart few seconds ago. Megedagik back off, no believing what he just witnessed, nobody actually did.

"Before you decide to fight anyone, make sure to make some research about them, especially demons like me" you smirked

Before Megedagik could react, you were already infront of him with your huge scythe ripping his chest apart, leaving him down there barely able to move. You knelt down to him and whispered

"If you still have the audacity and bravery to make a little chit chat with me, then I bet you do it without using cheap tricks like a coward, but if you're not, then you better not show me your face again, if I found out by any chance that you're hurting innocent people anywhere around this world, then it won't end just by torning your chest apart, do you understand ?" You told him and he nodded in fear, tears streaming over his face

You took the cuffs' keys and pulled out a dagger from your right thigh hip pouch, with your scythe, you approached your Nakamas, working on freeing them from all of that mess. You gently helped Sanji alongside Chopper to put him down, because he pretending to be okay after getting shot, but it was clearly visible that he's struggling against showing that he's in pain.

"Sanji, You're gonna be okay....right?...I'm so sorry that's all because of me-" you cried holding his hands in worry

"Shhh...I-its..okay Y/N-chan...I'm fine...this is nothing, and ...its not your fault so don't cry" Assured you Sanji as he wiped the tears off your face

Once you all made it back successfully to Sunny Go, everyone were silent all the way back, nobody said anything, are they perhaps scared of you? Well you can't blame them after they witnessed all the crazy things happened earlier with you.

Chopper took Sanji to the sick bay to treat his injuries and asked everyone else to wait for their turns, since their injuries were minor compared to the ones Sanji got. You sat down there on the Mass bench, waiting in worry for Sanji to get treated, this is when Luffy approached you with serious facial expressions.

The awkward silence couldn't get worse, and your captain is approaching you with serious expressions. Well, you can say that you're kinda expecting what is he going to say to you, and you're somehow prepared for it. It would only be selfish of you to stay here when they don't want you, just like everyone else in the village did when you exposed your true appearance, I mean it can be worst than him apologizing and asking you to leave the ship respectfully. It might hurt for few weeks, maybe months, but eventually you'll get over it.

These thoughts kept spinning inside your head as you watched Luffy getting closer and closer while you tried to calm down your nervous heart, this is hard after all.

"Y/N" called Luffy in a calm tone

"Y-Yes Luffy?" You simply replied

"HOW DID YOU MAKE YOUR LEG GROW OUT AGAIN LIKE THAT!!!! THAT'S AWESOMEEEEEE!!!!!" He excitedly exclaimed with his star-shaped eyes

"I'm not gonna lie, but girl you're a badass, I'm still amazed how you swiftly swayed that scythe" complimented Zoro

"They probably should add the 'Cute Demon' nickname to your wanted poster" chuckled Robin at the suggestion she gave

"Y/N !! You were a SUUUPER Cute Nakama, but turned out that you're also a SUUUUPER Wild demon!!!!" Said Franky doing his iconic super pose

You're jaw dropped at the sudden change in their attitude, they don't hate you? Are they really okay with what you are? You couldn't tell, but the tears started sliding over your cheeks at their unexpected kind words.

"W-Woah!! Y/N !! Why are you crying???!!" Questioned Usopp in worry

"Are you hurt anywhere?!!" Added Nami

"Y/N-CHWAAANNN~!! I'm got my treatment, so you don't have to worry because I'm -" Exclaimed Sanji happily as he came down the stairs while Chopper ran behind him in worry

That's when he saw you crying, He quickly approached and took you in his arms giving you an embrace not really knowing the reason for why you're crying.

"What's wrong Y/N-chan?why are you crying? Hmm?" He asked softly caressing your hair

"I thought you guys would ask me to leave the crew..." You softly sobbed

"L-Leave?? Why would we ask you to leave Y/N?!!! YOU ARE MY NAKAMA, THERE IS NO WAY I WOULD KICK YOU OUT" Assured you Luffy

"B-but.... I thought that you guys hated my appearance because it I look like a hideous Monster, and probably got disgusted by the way my leg grew back earlier, and I-" you tried to explain but stopped when Sanji pressed his lips against yours

!! LOUD GASPS !!

"S-Sanji..?" You called, cheeks turning red

"We don't know what happened to you in the past that forced you to say these harsh words about yourself, but Y/N-chan, by the way you unleashed your powers today, I can assure you that you made me fall for you even more than I already was" he said with a warm tone as he cupped your cheeks

"I'm still surprised that you're calling yourself like that when there isn't literally any normal person on this ship" Shrugged Zoro

"You Mosshead-!" Sanji said glaring at him when Nami smacked Zoro in his head

"pfft..." You chuckled and everyone got surprised

"Y/N-chan....." Called Sanji as the smile appeared on his face just like the rest

"But guys can I ask you something?" You said to the them

"Yeah, what's the matter Y/N?" Questioned Nami

"Well... Don't get me wrong but ...How did that jerk took you hostage? I mean, I'm sure that you'd have took care off him immediately once you felt his presence on Sunny " you questioned confused

"Sleeping Gas" said Robin simply

"Yeah, he used a cheap trick like that to take us" Said Sanji as he sighed

"I see..." You replied

"But Y/N-San, You seem to know Megedagik" Said Brook

"Oh well yeah...A long story from 8 years ago...." You said putting some hairlines back on your ears

You continued telling them how you met Megedagik, and what happened on your island, how the villagers were the reason for why felt insecure and unsure about your demonic powers, but Sanji was right there beside you, taking your hand in his, and squeezing it for reassurance.

Later on that night when dinner was over, you were all still seated on the dinning table, but everyone were carefully listening to you, they were curious about what can you do with your demonic powers, and you gladly told them everything, getting unforgettable reactions.

Once everyone went inside their quarters for sleep, you stood by Sunny's wooden barrier, inhaling the the ocean scent, feeling your shoulders light weighted, then a pair of arms wrapped around your tiny figure from behind, It was no one other Sanji.

"S-Sanji what are you doing here, you're injured, you need to rest" You said looking back at him

"I've wanted to hold you like this for a long time, please let us stay like this for a while" he simply said closing his eyes and burying his face in your neck

"I don't deserve such a kind heart like yours Sanji.." you said with a sad smile, caressing Sanji's arms, still feeling a bit guilty from everything that happened

"Y/N....Don't you ever say this again, or else I'll get sad" he said dropping the horrific for once as he loosen his hold and turning you to him

"Love yourself, and awalys be yourself, don't you ever listen to anyone who criticize your well being and the way you look, you're just perfect the way you are, Demon or not, I love you because you're yourself, because you're Y/N-chan" he added

"Sanji...." You called him tears forming again in your eyes

"Don't cry my darling...I'll kick whoever offends and hurts your feelings" he said leaning and stealing a kiss from your lips

Then your foreheads touched, eyes both immersed in each other, he cupped your cheeks, titled his head and closed the gap for another passionate yet deep kiss.

You two were told in the next morning that you two were found asleep in each other's arms down in the aquarium.

The End

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