#uppermoon one

[sorrowful-lover]

Hi! I have a request if that's ok. What do you think a Yandere Kokushibo x Reader wedding would be like? Thank you and have a good day!

Yandere Husband! Kokushibo x Wife! Human Reader - Once Upon a Time

Warning: Yandere, Possessive actions, depression

Slight Summary: You felt foolish, you felt dumb, you felt betrayed, you felt lied to, and you can't do anything, but blame yourself for it.

I'm guessing the reader is a human, I'm so sorry if that's not what wanted! I hope this is to your liking!!

The infinity castle was silent, as you and Kokushibo sat side by side on your own zabuton pillows, you could feel Kokushibo's ever-observant gaze on you and everyone else. His possessiveness over you made him almost beastly. You were both dressed in traditional wedding kimonos, along with everyone else who was dressed for the occasion. It was formal and quiet. You all listen to Muzan as he recites the wedding officiant.

Your head was held down, your thoughts wondering elsewhere, as you really didn't want to be married off, your demon lover, soon-to-be husband, Kokoshibo was a bastard that you had once upon a time loved with all your heart, but you now hated him. When you first met him, he was so kind, sweet, patient, loving, and shy, he was a monster, but he was the man you loved.

Once upon a time, feeling like a lifetime ago, you never thought you would get married, especially not to a demon of all creatures. You were a young girl, living your life according to traditions and your normal customs. You lived with your ever-loving parents, never having been married to a man, you were to stay home, as women couldn't own one alone, she'd have to become a widow for such a thing to happen. Not far from your home, was a field of flowers, where you'd frolicked, danced, and picked flowers when you were feeling trapped or depressed. It was that very field, on a cloudless night with a full moon acting as your only source of light, where you first met him.

You usually didn't venture out at night, but you desperately wanted to clear your mind from your rare nightly thoughts. Loneliness and depression always seem to show their ugly head at such a time. Moving stealthily through the home, you exited with little to no trouble, and you ran for the field. The moon was your only source of light on a cloudless night, sitting on your hip in the soft grass where you gently picked the flowers. A small smile on your face as your depressive thoughts weren't smothering you anymore.

You weren't sure why, but you just happened to look up, and there you saw him. Standing in the distance, stiff like a statue. You grew frightened, as you were alone at night, and a stray man stood in the distance, just seemingly staring at you. You quickly move to stand up, a worried look on your face as you stare at him. You stood there a little longer, debating on whether you should call out to him or not, but you chose not to, running back to the safety of your parent's home. After that, you didn't venture out to the field at night for a while, for it had spooked you.

However, once more, your loneliness and depression made a nightly appearance 3 months later, you rolled in your bed, your troubling thoughts keeping you from sleeping. You looked towards the wooden bared window in your room, seeing the full moon on a cloudless night once more. The images of the man flashed before your thoughts and fear gripped your throat, as it was on a night like this when you first saw him. Your fear won, and you forced yourself to sleep through your sad tears.

The night grew long after that, as your depression grew and weighed on you, your desperation for a peace of mind outweighed your fears, and you decided to sneak out of your home and out to the field once more. You were more cautious of your surroundings this time, as you sat on the balls of your feet, prepared to jump up and run if needed, but the man was nowhere in sight. You grew relaxed and you were once more seated on your hip. You never saw the man that night, and many more nights after that, so you brushed it off as a one-time thing, a coincidence.

Came the next few months, and you were once more faced with your depressive thoughts, you didn't hesitate to make your way out to the field, the moon, once again your only source of light. Once to the field, you raced and frolicked around for a bit, and you smiled happily as you found a spot with the most flowers, there you sat on your hip and quickly got lost in your musing. You began humming a light tune to yourself, your small voice slowly forming words as your humming turned to singing. "Your voice.. is beautiful." Came a deep, older male's voice.

It was so close, your hair stood on end, your eyes wide in fear as you froze in what you were doing. You blinked and released a shaky sigh in anticipation as you slowly looked around yourself, you saw nothing and you wrote it off as your imagination. Your hand reached up to hold your chest, your heart beating rapidly in its caged prison. "I must be sleepy, I'm hearing voices." You said softly to yourself as you thought over what you believed to be a hallucinated voice.

"I assure you.. I am real." Came his voice once more, but closer, too close. Your head whipped around as you looked behind yourself, your eyes shifting frantically as fearful tears gathered in your eyes. "Wh-wh--whoo-oes... Whoes there?" You stuttered out. "For.. I am"He said once more, you looked back forward with a whip of your head, and your heart practically stopped beating. Your vision became that of tunnel vision, your flight or fight reflexes activating rapidly.

You felt faint as your mind tried to process what you were staring at. His six eyes stared deeply into yours, almost as if he were searching for something. Your brain felt as though it were shutting down from the fear itself, for you were looking at a monster, and you just knew that you were to die. Your eyes lost focus as they became dull with unconsciousness and they rolled into the back of your head as your body went limp.

Your world went dark, and then you awoken, in the safety of your room, your covers over your body. You lay there, numb for a moment, as your brain processes your memory. 'Did I truly see that?... Did I truly see a monster?' You thought, your inner monologing voice just as numb as your body. Your eyes slowly drifted back close, as your brain was far too tired to stay awake, having just experienced a sense of life or death in such a rapid fashion.

Your world wasn't the same after that, your thoughts constantly wondering to that night, his six eyes were the only thing you remember seeing, the red sclera of his eye, the yellow iris that gazed back at you, the kanji in his eyes... it was all you could think about... you felt crazy because instead of avoiding the night, you made it a point to venture out more often, hoping to see him once more.

It was a long while before you did, but you never lost hope that he wouldn't show up, and your hope proved to be fruitful as he eventually made his appearance. This time, you were able to get a better look at him. He was tall, powerful, disciplined, stoic, monstrous, and handsome. You were fearful and weary of him, but your curiosity was able to surpass the feeling. He proved to be sweet.

He was kind, patient, and stoic. He held a form of grace about himself that you couldn't help but admire. It became a nightly routine for you both to meet up in the field, you talked and you laughed. You no longer came to the field out of sadness, it was now out of joy. Over time, you grew comfortable with him, you'd make him a couple of flower crowns, and he tried to make you some in return, although his pride was strong and he wouldn't ever allow you to watch him struggle with the delicate plant. It was cute. Your curiosity for him grew and eventually, it bloomed into love. He was a creature of the night, and you were a soul of the day, but your love couldn't have been more right.

When you left to be with Kokushibo, you never told your parents, you wrote them a note, telling them how much you appreciated them and how much you'll miss them and that you promised to visit. You felt guilty for doing such a thing, but you couldn't allow this opportunity to pass you. So you left with him one night, never looking back as you did.

Off on your own with him, you both traveled for miles, days, months, and years. Wandering all over Japan, watching as he'd fight to protect you from his pursuers, he'd leave you to your lonesome on some occasions, going to a nearby village, only to return with a gift for you. You were happily traveling with Kokushibo, but you were ready for a home, gone was the young girl, and in her place was a young woman, and Kokushibo knew it. So, he got you both a lovely little home deep in the woods.

It was a decent-sized home, and you loved it. He'd leave you there on your own, leaving you to your duties as an unmarried wife. You were able to make a few friends with the travelers and their wives, and you were always so happy when they'd make time in their busy schedules to come and see you. He'd come home every few months, checking in on you and allowing you to wash his clothes, and to accompany him in a soothing bath.

You enjoyed pampering him, and he seemed to enjoy it just as much. The years passed, and you bloomed into a wonderful young woman, with a sense of pride, self-respect, and discipline. He felt that you were ready for marriage, and you were pleased to hear it. You've been ready to marry him for a while, wanting to be his for life and he yours.

You'd both live happy lives forever, and you were so ready for it... but that's when everything went wrong. His sweetness turned to bitterness, his kindness turned to rudeness, his patience turned to urgency, and his love turned to possession. He wasn't the man you loved anymore, he wouldn't allow you to leave your home, he'd sometimes keep you locked in one room for days, he wouldn't allow the small group of friends you've obtained to come over anymore, he kept you close, an eye always on your every little movement.

You tried, on several occasions to run away, once your pipedream was shattered that he wasn't going to ever revert back, but he'd always catch you before you could get too far. On a good day, he'd cuddle with you, his cold hugs were comforting, but his words of possession and promise of punishment didn't match his actions. Then, your freedom was completely stripped from you, when you and he were brought to the infinity castle.

There you learned the ugly truth, that the man you loved so deeply really was a monster, he killed and ate your parents, your friends, any other humans who you even shared a smile with on your travels together, he was a demon, a heartless monster.

Once upon a time, he was lovely, he was revered as cool, now he was cruel and you were a fool. You felt so alone, the infinity castle was so big, empty, cold, and devoid of any life. Kept in a room that resembled a small home, the only good thing from any of this was the fact that he'd come and go more often, but it wasn't the same, and it never will be.

The sound of cheering brought you back to the present from your thoughts of the past, from the life you so foolishly threw away. You looked around, the upper moons all having smiles on their faces as they threw rice at you and Kokushibo. Your wedding was complete, and your life was sealed. If you've learned anything from your time in this twisting, turning adventure, it was to act. A smile graced your red-painted lips, your hand intertwining with Kokushibo's as you felt your heartbreak, as your fate was sealed forever.

This was your life now, this was your new beginning.

Once upon a time, a young girl dreamed of falling in love and getting married, she lived in her parents' house still, as young women weren't allowed to own one themselves unless they were widows.

Once upon a time, there was a naive young girl, living in a fantasy land, she never realized it, but she had it all.

Once upon a time, you were that very girl, you were free.

#demon slayer #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer kokushibo #demon slayer x female reader #demon slayer smut #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x y/n #kny x y/n #kny smut #kny x reader #kny kokushibo #kokushibo #kokushibo x reader #kokushibo x y/n #upper moons #uppermoon one #upper moon one #uppermoon #kokushibo angst

[komoboko]

Respectfully requesting Kokushibo with a cheerful human fem!reader during the winter pls??🙏🏻🙏🏻

I can imagine the reader throwing him snowballs and he's just 🧍🏻‍♂️

Also I DISCOVERED YOUR BLOG JUST YESTERDAY AND IMMEDIATELY FELL IN LOVE WITH YOUR SCRUMPTIOUSLY BEAUTIFUL WRITING🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬

Kokushibo Tsugikuni x gn!reader

THIS WAS WAY TO FUN TO WRITE

You and kokushibo have very different views on how people enjoy the winter season.

Lots of people enjoy the winter season. the holiday season is coming in, Mew sports and activities people can enjoy, the first snow falling. Winter is a fun season, you believed kokushibo could understand this to.

He could not.. not even close.

Kokushibo believes the winter season is fun for demons but a suffering period for “mortals” as he says. Demons thrive with the lack of prominent sunlight to pray on the weak who grow more sickly in these times and the lack of food and fresh crops that can grow in these conditions. He lost most of his thoughts about his days when he was human during the winter itself.

Maybe you just needed to introduce him to all the fun things you could actually do during the winter. Remind him of how you assume the winter was when he was human, at least you could hope he had fun during the winter.

So the moment you could find kokushibo with no time in his hands you bundled up and dragged him outside to show him the “mortal customs” during the winter. While kokushibo did nothing to stop you, you couldn’t say he didn’t have his complaints.

“You shouldn’t be out here.” He vocalizes as you trudge outside into the snow, you could only laugh at his concern turning towards him once your far enough outside. “It’s fine, you need to understand how fun it is for us in the winter.”

He only blinks as he watches you gather snow in your hands, watching your movements in confusion. “The human body is pitiful and weak. Your life span only last so long and you’re prone to gaining illness much quicker than any other species.” Before he can finish his monologue a snowball fires hitting right at his chest.

You have a more prideful look on your face at hitting him despite his body not having even flinched on impact. He’s heard village children call this “snowball fighting” so maybe in reality you’re just trying to spare with him? If you insist, he’ll oblige with your strange customs.

You however couldn’t be happier to see he was at least trying to learn about the winter season. A smile rises on your face until it’s wiped off when a massive pile of snow crashes into you. A sigh escapes your lips as you feel somebody brush the snow off your face only to meet eye to eyes with kokushibo. A half satisfied look on his face.

“You aren’t supposed to throw that much snow..” you mutter pulling yourself out of the snow, wiping the rest off of your shoulders. “I thought we were sparing are we not?” He asks as you can only laugh. Maybe you should try something much more simple.

Marching over to another patch of snow you turn back to kokushibo with a determined smile on your face. “You’ve built a snowman before yes?” Kokushibo nods, this was much more progress compared to snowball fighting! “How about we try and build one ourselves?” You add as kokushibo turns gathering snow himself.

You take time to make the snowman, trying to make all three of the snowballs as even as possible, using the best sticks you could find only the highest quality materials to make the best snowman yet. Even using some of your own sweaters just to bring it over the edge. “Kokushibo have you finished?” You ask having not noticed the demon standing next to you.

“I’ve been waiting for you to finish.” He replies as you nearly jump hearing his voice. You shoulders tense but you turn to stare at the demon “well since you’ve seen mine I guess, how about we see yours?” Kokushibo turns to his snowman as you follow suit. You expect the bare minimum at least, the classic three snowballs but maybe rocks for eyes instead of pebbles. Or it being extra tall instead?

Kokushibo does not meet your expectations.

To your complete shock kokushibo somehow has managed to carve a replicate of himself in such a short amount of time. Everything was completely accurate down to even the smallest design on his kimono. Kokushibo seems to sense your shock and attempts to reassure you.

“Despite the short amount of time your snowman was well made based on human standards.” You can only stare at him before nodding your head, a small smile appearing on your face.

Maybe he just might enjoy something else, maybe these weren’t his cup of tea. There is always other things you can try, and it seems you already made progress with getting him to like the winter season.

Before you have time to think of something else, you’re caught off guard when you sneeze all of the sudden. Maybe it’s just allergies? It’s very common during these seasons after all, kokushibo begs to differ.

He only grabs you by the collar to bring you back inside muttering something about, “humans are so stubborn always discarding their mortality.” You started tuning him out when you realize his ramble is still going. Back to square one, again.

Maybe next week you can give it a go with something new. He’ll get it eventually! I mean, you hope he will at least..

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #x reader #fluff #kny #@.komoboko writes #headcanon #kny fluff #kokushibo #kokushibo tsugikuni #kokushibo x reader #kokushibo Tsugikuni x reader #upper moons #uppermoon one #uppermoons #winter #kny fic

[tsukino-hikari]

Hiiii 🤭 can I request SFW+NSFW headcanons of Kokushibo dating a female reader? <3 (I want that man so badly it’s insane)

I want that man so much as well~~~

Welp, anyways, so sure, why not? I love Kokushibo-sama as much as I love my insanity and don’t worry I shall try to satisfy your request

Warnings: NSFW themes, Swearing

Uppermoon Headcannons : Kokushibo x F!Reader Headcannons

SFW

We all know that The Upper Moon One of the Twelve Kizuki is a dark and eerie demon

His aura would be so big you’d tremble in his presence

He’s always been this way, until he’s met you

You seemed so careless, so free, even in his dark presence

At first he ignored the nagging feeling in his chest, pushing it down to the bottom, as he always did to things that made him feel weak

But after some time he realized his lust for you, and began following you like a stalker in the dark

Soon, he knew legitimate everything about you: your favorite food, color, flower… etc

You had no idea, of course

Then one night, he wasn’t able to hold it any longer, and snatched you away with the speed of lightning

For the first few nights you were just cowering in the corner, crying your heart out 24/7

But in time you got used to him, and as you two bonded, he became softer with you as well

He would leave small letters of his love to you, and they were curiously warm and cute

Don’t get me started on how good his poetry is, because it shall be the most beautiful thing you will ever see

He is a master at being patient (screw everyone that denies that)

You won’t have to even lift a finger, since he’ll have servants do it all

If anyone looks at you the wrong way they will be dead by the next day

Behave, okay? He may be a sweetheart but he can also become rough

Don’t come crying to me if you end up with a red ass

NSFW

Do not fear, he is gentle with things that are precious to him, such as you

If you’re gonna make out with him you’re gonna be in a lot of pain though…

‘Cause he is BIG

And GIRTHY

But he’s nice, so don’t worry

He’ll take you slowly

If you can’t, he won’t force you, you’re too precious

So instead he’s gonna finger-fuck you

If you’re too small to even take his fingers you don’t deserve him you son of a bitch

I swear there is no way he is not gonna eat your pussy out

Believe it or not he is a pussy eating God

Moan his name, praise him, do everything that you can think of

He ain’t gonna hate you for it, he loves it

It reminds him that you love him

If you want him rough, just tell - he’ll give you rough, don’t you worry

He’s not a fan of it, but he will do it to please you

You’ll just have to worship him afterwards lol

Be a bad girl and you’re sure to get what you want

#kokushibo #kokushibo smut #kokushibo x reader #kokushibo x you #kny kokushibo #anime smut #kokushibo kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #upper moons #uppermoonkoku #uppermoon one #tsukino hikari

[tor-the-tortilla]

I’m thinking about redrawing some of the painting projects I never finished during my freshman year digitally, how we feelin’?

*barfs at old art*

#these are so ugly #omfg #tor #small artist #tumblr fyp #sketch #traditional drawing #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #fyppage #fanart #kokushibo #uppermoonkoku #uppermoon one #uppermoon two #kny douma #kny kokushibo #kny inosuke #inosuke hashibira #kotoha hashibira #giyuu tomioka #kny tomioka #kny giyuu

[kakukat-lucky]

Kokushibo fanart 5 hours ;-;

#demon slayer #kokushibo #uppermoon one #color pallete challenge #demon slayer fan art

[silas-png]

interrupting anakin art to draw the goat himself

#art #digital art #character art #artist #anime #demon slayer #demon slayer fanart #sketch #kokushibo #uppermoon one #kokushibo fanart

[butterscotchbread]

Thinking about a funny kny hc i have that At One point Douma kept losing His hairties and just stole Kokushibo's and next thing you know there's just a angry as fuck Koku, with His hair down, chasing after Douma for His fucking hairtie cuz it's his only one lmao

#Demon Slayer #demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba #Kny #kny hcs #kokushibo kny #Kokushibo #douma kny #Douma #Uppermoon one #Uppermoon Two #BSB's random Hcs ✯

[thepixelreaper]

I love these bastards

#demon slayer #digital art #douma #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kny douma #my art #demon slayer douma #demon slayer fanart #douma fanart #kny akaza #akaza #akaza demon slayer #kokushibo #kny kokushibo #demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer kokushibo #uppermoon two #uppermoonkoku #uppermoon one #uppermoon three #upper moons #kokushibo fanart #akaza fanart

[lilvrxse11]

"You said that those who master their paths all reach the same place."

#kokushibo #kimetsu fanart #uppermoon one #demon slayer art

[midnight10-9]

This is my sketchbook, my sketchbook is my baby😩 pls treat him nicely 😔🥹

#drawing #demon slayer #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #kokushibo #uppermoon one #Anime

[yasmin720615]

I made this for my unreleased fanfic which is gonna be released soon! 😮‍💨

#kny #wattpad #art #digital art #demon slayer #kokushibo #UpperMoon one

[komoboko]

Sooooooo-

I've been stalking your blog- (mueheheh and I love your posts and writings 😭)

Can I request a kokushibo x Fem! Artist! Reader who often gets frustrated over little things whenever she messes her drawings up? And probably gives the most scary glares and annoyed looks. Meanwhile, he tries to comfort her.

Thank you! May you have a great day/night ahead!

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞

kokushibo tsugikuni x gn!artist!reafer

This is set a little closer to when he was human so he can actually comprehend everything ur doing

Kokushibo doesn’t understand why you’re so mad at first.

While he does not completely blame you, he’s only more confused on why you’re feeling this way. In some ways he can link your frustration to his.. “occupation” so he can sympathize and understand you more.

He can’t say he doesn’t get annoyed himself when he can’t kill a certain group of slayers in the time he pleased. Maybe another victim found their way around and ran off as the sun started to rise. Mistakes like that frustrate him to. Kokushibo just doesn’t understand why you’re so upset about the tiniest of things.

Let say you try to start a new painting and something slightly goes off of the pattern or escape the lines. You’ll scrap it with an irritated glance before staring again on the next canvas. Bits and pieces of left behind are over something so tiny scatter around everywhere.

Not only does he not like what you’re getting mad at, he does not like the storm that follows.

Your temper rises significantly, and the amount of evil glances that meet at least one of kokushibo eyes will make him close all six of them to avoid yours. There is much more passive aggressiveness to any word you say and overall just a force of nature to be around.

Your attitude reminds him of an open wound, when you first add treatment like alcohol, it begins to burn.

Of course after you just patch it up so it can heal.

The next time you try and discard another piece, kokushibo is there to stop you. You could only look up at him with confusion, you can’t say there was slight irritation behind your eyes. Nevertheless you let him speak before you said anything yourself.

“Why must you wear yourself down?” The six eyed demon asked. You don’t reply, your eyes only drift down towards the countless crumbled pieces of paper that scatter the floor. Kokushibo takes your silence as a proper response and sees fit to continue.

He blinks before picking up a crumbled piece of paper unfolding it for you to see. “Humans are always to stubborn.” He blurts out turning back to you and holding up the two copies of paper. “Nearly identical copies that any human wishes they could draw themselves. Yet you crumble and throw them away like nothing.”

You turn your eyes away either from shame or anger and irritation. The demon before you only stares at you a sigh escapes his lips trying to find the proper words to say. “Mortals like you always try to strive for perfection when you already have it.” You perk up hearing his words.

“Self perfection can lead to self destruction if you don’t bring yourself back to reality.” His words shiver ringing in your ear. It only brings you back to reality, harsh words that really have a sweet meaning underneath. Your eyes drift back to your art and then back to the discarded treasures that litter the floor.

Kokushibo noticing the glint in your eyes hesitates before stepping closer. Slowly wrapping his arms around you to bring you into his embrace. You lean into his surprising warmth he’s providing as a needed sigh finally escapes your lips.

“Thank you.” Is all your able to mutter before your head moves to the crook of his neck, his hand coming around to rub circles slowly on your back.

Kokushibo can’t help but feel a slight smile spread across his lips. While healing takes steps he finds some happiness that you’ve taken the first leap of faith.

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #x reader #fluff #kny #@.komoboko writes #headcanon #kny fluff #kokushibo tsugikuni #kokushibo #kokushibo tsugikuni x reader #kokushibo x reader #uppermoon one #upper moons #uppermoons #hurt/comfort #maybe???

[character-reference-cafe]

Uppermoon 6 Gyutaro Character Sheet

#Gyutaro Character Sheet #twelve kizuki #kny character sheets #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #demon slayer reference #kny #kimetsu no yaiba reference #gyutaro #kny gyutaro #kimetsu Gyutaro #demon slayer gyutaro #entertainment district arc #uppermoon 6 #uppermoon six #uppermoon 6 Gyutaro #uppermoon six Gyutaro #I'm going to try and find another sheet #This one doesn't really scratch my brain

[ms0milk]

i rewatched demon slayer bc why not, and i just thought about what the hashira's reactions would be if reader came back, after the mugen train mission, wearing rengoku's haori, just so they still had something of his they could keep with then after it all happened

just much longing & sadness, no cw come to mind. wc 378

Coming back home, beaten and battered and generally exhausted of tears, to a sickeningly silent garden and eight uncharacteristically quiet soldiers.

I don't picture any crying-- Tengen weeps openly only at home with the comfort of privacy-- but it's generally more difficult to keep emotions steady when everyone is all together. It would be easier for Sanemi to feign arrogance if Obanai hadn't almost slipped from his tree. It would be more difficult to ignore the sound of Mitsuri's heart breaking the earth in two if they couldn't all see the horrible dim of her twinkling eyes-- if everyone wasn't so painfully aware that Kyojuro was her big brother.

Rage settles familiar in the veins of Shinobu's fist. If she were alone in her lab she would be allowed to break something but now she's forced into a bow in the presence of her master ubuyashiki so she rips up grass instead. Giyuu notices curiously beside her and feels cold.

At some point in the silence the group collectively remembers your love and when their heads turn to you, you have to bunch up the tattered haori in your fists to keep from falling apart in the azaleas. You've been so strong until now. You delivered his tsuguko to the butterfly mansion, penned a letter to his father, tended your wounds, dug a grave, bore his cape like a cross so that his friends could be with him again.

When Tengen asks if you're hurt, all that strength dissolves and it's a miracle you even managed to walk to the garden on your own two legs for how bad a job they're doing keeping you upright now. Hot stinging tears, a hand on your back, the smell of fire.

You brought it back for them but the only thing that makes sense to every person in the garden that his haori belongs to you. That Kyo would have liked, very much, to belong to you. With a bow, you're allowed to take your leave.

I know that we see each hashira's separate reaction to kyo's death at the end of mugen t. through their crows' letters, but the image of his comrade from that mission delivering the news in person is so brutal nonnie :,( especially carrying the remnants of his uniform oh i die

#like #the uppermoons have a little soiree when one of them dies #why cant our poor hashira? #funeral crumbs PLS #this was in the inbox for so long pls forgive me #kny x reader #kny #kyojuro x reader #<- kinda :'(

[kakukat-lucky]

Kokushibo as a Christmas angel

HAPPY NEW YEAR

(3 hours and it was fun)

My sister challenged me and this was the result

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kokushibo #uppermoon one #demon slayer kokushibo

[warabidakihime]

MORE DAYS WITH YOU

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★ characters: gyutaro x reader | modern au ★ plot summary: Saying goodbye to the past, facing the present, and looking forward to the future together. ★ fic playlist: Enchanted, You Are In Love, Delicate, What You Mean to Me, Begin Again, Everything Has Changed ★ content warnings : implied violence and abuse, ,profanities, and, smut.

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Prologue

The crowded bus was filled with a cacophony of murmurs and other noises, but Gyutaro managed to escape the noise pollution thanks to his noise-canceling headphones blaring music at maximum volume.

Another dreadful week had begun, and Gyutaro was feeling even grumpier today due to a severe bout of insomnia. He could barely keep his eyes open, except for the bus driver's erratic driving. The driver's constant stomping on the gas pedal and sudden slamming of the brakes prevented Gyutaro from dozing off. As he fought to stay awake, he noticed two girls seated in front of him.

Although Gyutaro couldn't make out their conversation, one of the girls seemed surprisingly upbeat for a Monday morning.

Curiosity piqued, he decided to take a closer look. It turned out that both girls attended his school, but he wasn't sure if they were in the same grade as him.

Gyutaro was an introverted guy who rarely interacted with his fellow students, so he didn't recognize most of them on campus. The exceptions were his closest friends, his little sister, and a few teachers.

However, there was a time when he was more outgoing and sociable.

In his younger years, Gyutaro had been engaging and receptive. Everyone in his old neighborhood adored him. But after they moved and his environment changed, along with the people around him, he himself changed as well.

"I can't believe how my heart was pounding while waiting for my turn," you exclaimed animatedly to your friend, f/n, as you recalled the adventures of the previous night.

"But did you manage to get tickets?" f/n asked eagerly.

You grinned widely and did a little dance in your seat as you proudly displayed the concert tickets you had scored the night before.

"Heck yeah!"

Unbeknownst to you, a pair of red eyes were fixed on you as you continued your joyful dance.

Something that had long been dormant in Gyutaro suddenly came to life again.

Unable to contain his curiosity, he observed you silently, racking his brain to think of the upcoming artists who would be touring in your hometown.

"Yikes."

Gyutaro immediately clamped his palm over his lips after unintentionally blurting out his thoughts.

At that moment, you turned around, searching for the person who had spoken, and your eyes met Gyutaro's.

Gyutaro quickly averted his gaze and pretended to be unaffected, as if he hadn't just made an awkward noise out of nowhere.

He had reacted far too strongly when he heard you mention another one of those overrated K-pop groups. He had a deep disdain for them, especially boy bands. Whenever his little sister blasted their music at full volume in her room, he could practically feel his ears bleeding. The thought of Ume raving about those dazzling, handsome boys annoyed him. Ironically, he would prefer her fangirling over her incessant wailing whenever he teased her favorite member.

Once, as a joke, he had even drawn a mustache on the poor guy's face in the poster hanging in Ume's room. She didn't talk to him for a week until Gyutaro gave her their latest album as a peace offering, and everything went back to normal. Lost in thought, a chuckle slipped through his lips as he reminisce the silly memory.

Meanwhile, you had turned your attention toward him, trying to identify the source of the soft chuckle you had heard. Gyutaro had a habit of reacting impulsively, making it seem as though he were an open book for anyone to read and decode.

Lost in his own world, he didn't notice your gaze for a few seconds. When he finally looked up and saw that someone was watching him, your eyes met again.

This time, Gyutaro decided to play along and maintained eye contact with you, as if engaging in a silent competition of who would look away first.

Since he was wearing a facemask, he felt less self-conscious about looking at someone or allowing others to look at him.

Despite disagreeing with your taste in music, Gyutaro couldn't deny that you were attractive. On any other day, he would never let someone as beautiful as you gaze at him.

After a few more seconds, one of you finally broke the silence.

You offered him a shy smile and mumbled a "hello," to which Gyutaro awkwardly nodded in response. His throat was dry, and he was afraid his voice might crack, so he chose a simple nod to acknowledge you.

Both of you were so engrossed in each other that you didn't notice your stop had arrived.

"Hey, let's go. We're going to be late," f/n reminded you, preparing to leave the bus.

"Oh, yeah, sorry. Let's go."

You grabbed your backpack, and Gyutaro, still wearing a dreamy expression, did the same. The whole interaction had taken him by surprise, and he couldn't quite categorize it as a proper conversation.

"See you around," you said. Gyutaro turned to face you, his lips parting to say something, but no words came out.

"Sure," he eventually managed to say.

You gave him another smile, this time more assured, and glanced at him once more before walking away with f/n.

"Do you know him?" your friend inquired as you made your way across the school campus towards your first period.

"Yes, but I don't know his name yet," you replied, prompting a deadpan response from f/n, "What?"

"He's in my home economics class, and we live in the same neighborhood, but I've never had the opportunity to speak to him formally."

"Why not?"

"I'm not sure how to approach him, and I don't want to make a poor first impression."

"Are you crushing on him?" f/n raised an eyebrow, unable to hide her amusement.

Trying to play it cool, you couldn't help but smile, feeling the crimson creeping up your cheeks and ears, giving away your secret before you could even respond. But you beat f/n to it.

"I'm not sure if it's a crush yet. I don't know anything about him." You glanced around to make sure the boy of your fascination wasn't nearby, listening to your conversation.

You would die of embarrassment if he found out about your little secret.

"Well, you better make a move before someone else does. Start by asking for his name the next time you see him in home economics class, right?"

"Yeah," you nodded.

"Good luck! Who would have thought someone could overshadow your favorite K-pop idols?"

"I guess you could say he's quite promising," you chuckled.

"Now I'm curious about him too. Befriend him as soon as possible so I can assess him," f/n joked, earning another chuckle from you.

"Don't rush me. I need to build my confidence first. You know how I am when it comes to meeting new people."

"Nah, you'll be fine."

"Well, after home economics class, we'll meet up as usual, so I'll keep you updated if anything happens."

"Go get 'em, girl," f/n said, giving you a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

As you made your way to class, the two of you continued your conversation.

One of the perks of having a large school campus was that you could chat about various things while walking from one class to another. After discussing your adorable crush, you switched topics and excitedly talked about the concert you would be attending next month.

Meanwhile, Gyutaro had just finished wiping his nose after sneezing in his biology class. Seated by the window, he often got distracted by the view outside.

Trying to focus on his teacher's presentation, his thoughts kept wandering back to you.

Now that he was alone and free to think, he couldn't help but notice the clarity of your eyes and the lusciousness of your lips.

Covering his mouth with his palm, Gyutaro admired the expansive schoolyard view and reminisced about his interaction with you that morning.

"She's just like a golden retriever, overly enthusiastic and sometimes a drama queen," he whispered to himself, chuckling. "But a cute golden retriever nonetheless."

You were attending your history class in the classroom above him.

f/n leaned over to peek at and copy your notes, since she couldn't see what your teacher wrote on the glass board. When she was done, her gaze shifted to your face.

A small chuckle escaped her lips.

It was evident that your thoughts were not focused on the history of Egypt but rather on a certain boy with gorgeous, deep green eyes.

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