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yandere-daydreams · 2 days ago
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Title: A String Pulled Taut.
Pairing: Yandere!Tengen (+Tengen's Wives) x Reader [Demon Slayer].
Word Count: 2.5k.
TW: Imprisonment, Intimidation, Unhealthy Relationships, Violence/Injury, Slight Manipulation.
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“You any good?”
It took you a long moment to realize he was talking to you, another to look at him, to take in a shock of white hair, an expression that idled somewhere between distracted and bored. He was dressed strangely, but extravagantly. His nagagi was simple, plain, but brightly colored, and clearly made of fine material - either silk or hemp, you couldn't tell. He wore his hair loose, unstyled, and yet, his fingers were adorned with rings of silver and gold, all encrusted with jewels so large and so clear, you could only imagine one would feed a family of ten for months. A nobleman, you figured, or a wealthy merchant, but if that was true, you couldn’t imagine what he’d be doing in this part of the city, at this time of night, on a back-street where only those who didn’t know any better and those who didn’t have any choice strayed. You couldn’t imagine why he would’ve stopped to talk to you.
Your hands fell to your shamisen, laid out over your lap. You’d been planning to tune it, to take some reprieve in the thoughtless act of plucking strings and turning pegs, but you must’ve gotten distracted. You took it up, now, tuned or otherwise, and crossed your legs underneath you, finding the bachi you’d left at your side without looking away from him.
“Oh, the best,” You replied, fingering absentmindedly at the neck, finding the well-worn notches easily. “That’s why I’m out here. They kicked me out of the concert hall. I’d play a single note, and all the other performers would begin to tear their instruments apart in shame. It was… inconvenient. For the patrons, I mean.”
That earned a smile, a flicker of interest. He nodded, expectantly, but you only shook your head. “I’m not a busker. You won’t find any charity here.”
A chuckle, this time, breathy and vaguely amused. “I can’t say I’ve ever paid for a song I haven’t heard yet.”
Fair enough. Most people who wore their wealth so blatantly weren’t so fickle with their yen, but you didn’t push any further. It wasn't like you'd ever sent away a willing audience.
You opted for a folksong, from your village. It wasn't complicated, or particularly impressive, but you liked how the cords blended together, the slow build of the introduction and the rush of the chorus, and you were familiar with it, knew each note and each rest like the back of your hands. You didn’t have to sacrifice the tempo to the stiffness in your fingers, didn’t have to worry about how many days it’d been since you last practiced, and when you finished, when you stuck the final note, you could let yourself enjoy the way it lingered, reverberating as it died a slow, melancholy death. You’d closed your eyes, sometime during the song, an inherited habit you had yet to shake, and you didn’t open them again until you heard something hit the payment beside you, the sound muffled but metallic, no doubt the payment he’d previously withheld. You didn’t check the amount, didn’t take the time to count out the coins, but you smiled as you snatched the satchel up, satisfied with its not-inconsiderable weight.
“There’s more, if you want it.” He was already turning away from you. “My wives would enjoy the entertainment.”
You strummed through a random cord, aiming more so to fill the silence than to further demonstrate your skill. “I don’t know, sir. It’s getting late, and I don’t make a habit of trusting strange men with deep pockets.”
“Make a habit of trusting me.” Confident, but not stern. An order given with no doubt that it’d be followed. “You'll spend the night. We’ve got a few guestrooms – you can have your pick, as long as Hinatsuru approves.” You were thankful he wasn’t looking at you, that he couldn’t see the way you stiffened at the mention of a guestroom, at the implication of a real bed. But, your playing faltered, cutting off completely, and that seemed to be all he needed to hear. “…just for tonight, of course. Unless you'd like to stay longer.”
You hesitated, but not for very long, your eyes falling to the road. You tried to straighten your back, to square your shoulders, but it was a half-hearted effort, one that cracked and gave way as soon as you opened your mouth.
“Just for tonight.”
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That night, and the next, and the next. Until days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. You tried to leave, at first, as often as you could, making your excuses and offering your gratitude to your hosts, but Makio would insist on sharing a bottle of saké, for the road, and Suma would pull you into a parting hug, and you’d wake up in your room the next morning, desperately thirsty and too weak to stand on your own. Your attempts dwindled, from every few days to twice a week, from twice a week to once a month, and eventually, you stopped trying at all.
You found other ways to keep yourself occupied. Household chores, watching the four of them train, and sometimes, when you could get away with it, stowing yourself away in a rarely used corner of the courtyard, underneath a tree that blossomed like wildfire in spring. It was a lullaby, today, one you’d picked up from an innkeeper while you were passing through the mountains and hadn't had time to return to. The tempo was slow, the melody repetitive. It reminded you of something your sister would’ve sung as she tended to the garden, something she would’ve played when she was too sick to do much else. You didn’t like it, but you wanted to perfect it, get it down well enough to play in your sleep. You wanted to—
You stopped, abruptly, opening your eyes, snapping to your left. Her footsteps were soft, but you’d been here for weeks, months. You knew what to listen for.
Not that she cared. Hinatsuru only smiled, letting her head lull to the side and clasping her hands behind her back as she spoke. “Mind if I join you?”
Too stiff, too formal, but she only hummed, lowering herself to your side. She was closer than you would’ve liked, her knee brushing against yours whenever she shifted, but you didn’t complain. Makio liked to speak over you, not to listen when you said something she didn’t want to hear, and Suma clung to your secrets like treasures more precious than life itself, but anything you told to Hinatsuru would inevitably find its way back to Tengen. She was reliable, even if her dependability rarely swayed in your favor.
You were practicing, not performing. She must’ve known that before she sat down, and if she hadn’t, she must’ve been able to tell the third time your tempo dropped into an unbearable crawl, the fourth time you skipped over a note and doubled back to correct yourself, the fifth time you repeated the final bar because it just didn’t hold the weight it would’ve had you been more capable, had you been more focused. It was messy, awkward, more of a stumbling jog than a graceful dance, but Hinatsuru didn’t seem to care, resting her head on your shoulder and she applauded quietly. You only gave a shallow mock-bow, biting into your tongue as one of her hands dropped to the base of your shamisen, tracing a jagged scratch along the side. “He wants to get you a new one.”
You wanted to bat her hand away. You wanted to ask her (politely, so politely) to stop, to leave you alone. You wanted to dig your nails into her wrist and tell her never to touch anything of yours ever again. “What do you mean?”
“As a gift. To show you how much he enjoys having you here. How much we all enjoy having you here.” Her attention dropped lower, to the chipped paint that surrounded the bridge. Something in your chest tightened. You tasted blood. “It's all he ever talks about. Made of only the finest materials, by only the most talented craftsmen. It’s supposed to be a surprise, but it’s killing him not to tell you. I think he’ll pace himself to death before he actually gets to break the news.”
You tried to be subtle, to turn away without really turning away, to make it so she’d have to pull away, stop touching what she didn't respect. Her hand fell to your thigh, instead, infinitely better. Infinitely worse. “I wouldn’t—” You cut yourself off, took a deep breath, and tried again. “I’ve never played another. I’m not sure I’d be able to.”
“Always so humble.” You heard her laugh, distantly, and dropped your eyes to the ground. “I’m sure you’ll find a way. It might be refreshing, to play a shamisen that’s not falling apart.”
“I don’t—I mean, that’s not what I meant. This shamisen, my shamisen was given to me by someone very important and I…” She was drawing circles into your thigh, now, attempting to comfort you, like she might’ve with a frightened animal, or a timid child, attempting fruitlessly to express something they didn’t want her to know. “I’ve never played another,” You repeated, trying to force as much meaning into the words as you could. “I’m not sure if I’ve ever wanted to.”
Her smile faltered. You weren’t looking at her, but you could hear it in her voice, as she replied. “Lord Tengen will be disappointed.”
“And I apologize for that, but there’s nothing I can do to change my heart.” You started on the lullaby, again, slower, this time, quieter, this time. You wanted to get it right. You needed to get this right. “I’m sorry. You’ve all been so kind to me, and I am grateful for Lord Tengen’s generosity, but… I can’t.” Then, again, with a slight delay. “I’m sorry.”
She didn’t respond, not immediately. You felt her nails scrape over your skin, the gesture not forceful enough to hurt, but carried out with enough pressure to remind you that she was there, that she wasn't leaving. “I don’t think you understand. Lord Tengen will be very disappointed.”
“I don't mean any offense.” You shut your eyes – purposefully, this time. Just so would be able to pretend you couldn’t feel her stare boring into you, refusing to lessen or dull until she’d pieced through you and torn you apart completely. “Please, let him know I appreciate the thought. I only regret that I can’t fully embrace his kindness.”
She didn’t say anything else, only pushing herself to her feet, starting back towards the mansion. You waited until you couldn’t hear her footsteps, until you were sure you were alone, finally alone, then let out a deep exhale, your hold on your shamisen going lax as you leaned against the gnarled trunk.
You could only hope you’d be able to make it last a little longer, this time.
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A mile. Maybe a little more, maybe a little less. It was hard to tell, in the dark, in the woods, when all you could do was follow the dirt road and hope it led you somewhere you wanted to be.
You made it a mile, give or take, before he caught you.
You hadn’t heard him, hadn’t seen him, hadn’t felt his eyes on you or the stifling nature of his presence or much of anything until his heel collided with the back of your knee, until you were on the ground, clinging to your throbbing leg, Tengen standing over you, unblinking.
It hurt more than it should’ve. You’d been kicked, before, punched, knocked to the ground and left bleed, but you’d never felt a pain so intense, a pain so sharp, as if he’d been able to shatter every bone in your calf with what should’ve been little more than a passing touch. You cried out, choked back a cracked sob, but if Tengen cared, he didn’t betray his concern. He only reached out, his fingers brushing over your sleeve, then your shoulder, exposed when your robes were by the fall. “I thought you were coming around.” Over your collarbone, then your chest. You grit your teeth, curled into yourself, but he didn’t pull away, didn’t give you the space you wanted, the space you needed. “I thought you liked it, with us. Or, understood that I liked it with you, at least.”
Another sob, a row of nails dug into the flesh of your calf, just to try and distract yourself from the unbearable ache. Tengen sighed, shaking his head. “It’s my fault. I should’ve been more honest. I don’t know why I thought you’d just,” He paused, gesturing vaguely with his free hand “get it.”
You opened your mouth, tried to tell him not to touch you, not to look at you, but as you shifted, you felt the weight on your back - or, the absence of it, rather. Desperately, you felt behind the ground behind you, but found nothing.
Your case. You must've dropped it.
Your shamisen.
Damn your leg. Damn Tengen. Feebly, frantically, you tried to push yourself up, to stand if you could, to crawl if you couldn’t, but it took little more than a hand on your shoulder to force you back down, to keep your chest pressed to the dirt, your leg bent in such a way that made every never in your body scream in agony. You shrieked, but you didn’t stop trying, scratching at his arm, thrashing against his hold. You could see it, lying farther down the path, the case split open and your shamisen in the dirt, visibly damaged. It’d take days to clean, weeks to properly repair, but you needed it, even it never sounded the same, even if it could never be played again. You needed it.
Tengen’s caught on quickly, albeit in his own time. His gaze flitted towards the aim of your desperation, and with an airy chuckle, he let you go, standing to his full height, walking to where your shamisen lay and picking it thoughtlessly, carelessly. You'd break his fingers. You'd hold his hand over an open fire until his skin separated from his muscle and he could never touch anything else so recklessly. “Hinatsuru said this belonged to someone you used to know. Someone important to you.” Another laugh, deeper, more sardonic. “Someone you loved, right?”
“Let it go, let it go, let it go.” You tried to get up, to tear it away from him yourself, but your strength faltered, and you fell back to your hands and knees before you could take a single step. “Don’t, I’ll—I’ll kill you, don’t touch that—”
He didn’t wait for you to finish. He took the neck in both hands, and without a hint of strain, he broke it into two splintered, separate pieces, barely connected by the mangled strings.
Then, he dropped it, and something in your chest broke beyond repair.
You didn’t cry, didn’t threaten him. You felt numb, weightless, barely aware of the arms wrapping around your waist, lifting you up and cradling you against a broad chest. You didn’t struggle, didn’t speak, just shrunk into yourself, buried your face in the fabric of his uniform, let him rest a hand on your back, keeping you close. Caging you against him. “We’ll get you a new one, a better one. Something more fitting of someone so close to me.”
You felt him kiss the top of your head, his grin wide, apparent. As if he didn’t realize he was smiling. As if he didn’t care.
“And you’ll never have to think about anyone else again.”
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i-cant-sing · 2 days ago
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Yandere platonic uzui and his wives 🛐
Yes🛐🛐🛐
Look, whenever Tanjiro and the gang has to go on a mission for months, they drop you off in some Hashiras care. As much as it breaks Tanjiro's heart and Nezuko is full on sobbing at the thought of being apart from you, they both know you're safer with the slayers. Now, they usually drop you off with either the Ubuyashiki family or with Giyuu, but since they were busy, Uzui volunteered vehemently to take you in.
Tanjiro agreed because he knew he couldn't trust Shinobu or the other Hashiras just yet, and Sanemi was big no from the start because he hurt both you and Nezuko (even though he's now head over heels in love with you now). And Uzui's wives would keep you company too.
And they're all great actually. Suma likes to latch onto you and ramble on and on about the dangers of the world and the multiple times she thought she was gonna die. Makio was intrigued by your demonic powers and would often challenge you to wrestling (she always won). And Hinatsuru was the quiet one and she just liked to sit and watch you eat her food. Uzui, for some reason liked to make you run in the woods while he chased you, promising to let you go if you can beat him- obviously, you can't. Often times you would pass out because of your weak body and low stamina, and Uzui would carry you all the way back home, smiling and whispering little praises in your ear. The wives would always be worried when Uzui brought back your unconscious body, Suma even scolding him with tears in her eyes, for making you exhausted. You would wake up in between them, all cuddled up and wrapped up in blankets- no, you're not allowed to leave the bed unless they say so. They don't care if you're over heating.
It was all good in the beginning but then it started to get... uncomfortable. The thing is, they don't know what personal space is. Like Suma is trying to be with you every second of every day. You still haven't forgiven her for breaking the bathroom door to be with you (fortunately, Uzui told her to stop.)
Mako loves play fighting with you (and you can't say no unless you're sick), but then every single time she wants to check you all over for bruises and injuries, continuing to mock you for being so careless and weak all while she expertly applies ointment on your paper cut.
Hinatsuru, who you believed to be the most normal one of them all, was perhaps the clingiest one of them all. She's so strong and you can't fight her when she drags you to the bath to wash your hair- which she has a weird obsession with. Every single morning she forces you between her legs to do your hair and every single night, she brushes your hair before bed. Not to mention the creepy staring with a smile is getting to you now.
Uzui was acting abnormally too. He liked to call you infantalising names and treated you like a baby. One time during his training, you had managed to climb a tree and Uzui stood down there with his arms wide open and told you to jump into his arms. You looked at him weirdly before beginning to climb down the tree, only to be startled halfway to death as he screamed at you to not move. Then in a flash, he was climbing onto the tree, grabbed you and then jumped back down. He rubbed your back and kissed your hair, telling you that "it must've been scary for you up there, wasn't it princess? Of course, it was. All alone above so high."
The whole lot of them liked to dress you up. Oh yes, Uzui would give you his jewellery and he enjoyed pauntubgvyour nails the same colour as his. The girls would make you wear traditional kimonos usually in pink colours with childish designs on them.
And when Uzui goes off to work in the morning, the wives all rush to dress you up and drag you to him before he leaves, just so that he could kiss your forehead and ruffle your hair, telling you to be a good kid and listen to your mamas.
Oh yes, Uzui, that weirdo, insisted on you calling him "Dad" and his wives "mama". You laughed at first, thinking he was kidding but then he gave you that stern look and you told him "no, its- that's weird. I'm not calling you that." Which then lead to Uzui locking you in the pitch black basement and he wouldn't let you out for a day until you broke down and sobbed "Dad- please! Mama- dad- I'm sorry! Please let me out! Please!" And then you were engulfed by them and carried back to their bed, which you thought was a one time thing, but it wasnt.
You only hoped you could either beat Uzui and gtfo there, or wait for Tanjiro and Nezuko to return soon and take you away from them.
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If you want requests, here’s one for KNY if you’ll accept it:
Yandere (two moons of your choice) with an s/o who supplies Michael Jackson with troops. They’re essentially his business partner.
They do attend meetings sometimes only because Nakime didn’t bother to teleport them out xD
You didn't say "upper Moons." YEEEEEEE!!! Do you know what this means? That means I finally get an excuse to write more yandere Enmu. I've been waiting for this day for half a year. I also write this to Douma because he is my favorite character. And I write Akaza too because too may good ideas I have. Thats reason why I like Yoda sound.
Yandere Enmu
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At first, Enmu would not be interested in you.
He has seen you in some meetings but has not paid more attention to you.
But then he gets to know that you’re really close with Muzan.
So here is Enmu your new stalker best friend.
He wants to get on well with Muzan with your help.
Enmu only wants to take advantage of you at first.
Of course you would talk good things about your best friend to Muzan. Right?
And at the same time, Enmu is developing a really big obsession with you.
Because you’ve got Muzan’s attention, you have to be special.
And when he gets to know you, Enmu realizes that you are really special.
Now he wants to spend time with you 24/7.
Enmu worships you.
He emphasizes how dangerous other demons are and how he can protect you.
That’s why you and he need to be together all the time.
Enmu is also really eager to help you.
Whatever you do, you can't get rid of him.
Muzan is certainly glad that one of his creditors is your partner.
This will give him more power over you and strengthen your "business partnership".
"Y/N Remember when you said you would marry me if I received the blessing of Master Muzan? Well I talked about it with him and Master Muzan thought it was a really good idea. Why do you look disappointed my love? *Enmu hugs you* This means we can be together forever."
Yandere Douma
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Douma would have seen you in a few upper moon meetings.
He always wondered who you were and why you were staring at Nakime the way you planned her murder.
And Douma's interest only grew when it seemed that none of the other upper moons knew who you were.
( Escape to the mountains while you still have a chance.)
So he decided to ask Nakime about it.
And now he understands a lot more things.
Douma is trying to become your friend with you and he starts talking to you often.
( Now it is too late to escape to the mountains. )
And then Douma notices something really weird.
You make him feel feelings.
Really twisted and distorted emotions but of course Douma doesn’t understand it.
He wants to spend a lot more time with his “loved one”.
Douma often bribes Nakime to ignore your requests to teleport you away.
Especially during meetings when you are forced to sit on his lap.
Douma really won't let you go.
Being important to Michael Jackson would limit Douma’s tendencies a bit.
But you can be sure that a member of the Douma's cult will follow you whenever he can’t be there.
"Oh dear, didn't Nakime teleport you away again? * Douma hugs you and pulls you in his arms * Now you have to stay here for the duration of the meeting. *smile *"
Yandere Akaza
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Akaza would be really interested when he first saw you at the meeting.
Are you a new upper moon?
How strong are you?
Really soon he will find out that you are a Muzan's business partner.
So that means you have to be really strong.
Now Akaza really wants to fight you.
And after the fight, he is disappointed.
But Akaza is sure you have some potential.
You’ve just got yourself an over-zealous personal trainer.
Akaza won't really leave you alone.
He is also trying to isolate you really actively from humans and demons.
Except, of course, from Muzan.
He also “protects” and “tries to help” with your duties.
Once again, Muzan is the only one who can make him stop.
And once again, Muzan wants more power over you so he doesn’t care about Akaza’s actions.
Fucking Michael Jackson.
"Y/N Who is that weak demon you're talking to? Shouldn’t we practice more together. You can't waste your time weakness can be contagious."
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animeyanderelover · a day ago
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Not a request, I was just in the mood for this. I don’t really like the cruel kind of Yandere so I had to experiment a little bit until I was satisfied with this. But I had to do this, I love them❣️
Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, delusions, paranoia, manipulation, intimidation, overprotective behavior, clinginess, touchiness, sabotage, stalking, violence, sadism, mentions of kidnapping, death
Sharing a darling
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🌺🟢You might think that due to the fact that they're siblings and even care about each other as demons, they would work somewhat good with each other. The truth is, it's a bit more complex than that, but let's start from the very beginning. Both are possessive possessive and it's terrifying, they're demons who have no shame at all, both are outstandingly cruel and sadistic and fountains of blood will spill because of you. But before they're at that point, something else plagues their mind. That is confusion, irritation, an ill will that is pointed at you. And Daki is the one who has to endure it all in the first place as she is, to her own hatred, the one who falls in love at first. It's humiliating, it's not worth her time and she might or might not be bound to throw a childish and loud tantrum, this did not go the way she wants it to and it is pathetic, only pathetic that she from all people has to go through all of this.
🌺🟢She'll kill you for this, humans should kneel and adore her and end up being her source of food. She's not the one who goes down on her knees and fawns over a weak, little human. Gyutaro shares his body with Daki so he will obviously get to know about his sister's problem and he advices her to do the same, if there is an itch that annoys you, you'll obviously get rid of it. That is all there is to it and so you might believe that the tale ends there. But it doesn't. It doesn't because Daki finds herself unable to kill her darling. Why is that? Was it because their scent had such a comforting aroma to it that gave her a weird feeling? Was it because of the sweet smile they had on their lips? Or was it something else entirely? Whatever it was, it immobilized her and she turned away before she even knew. The bitter feeling of failure, weakness resting on her tongue and for the rest of the day no one should dare to talk to her.
🌺🟢Gyutaro, unable to understand why she turned away, is not a help at all to soothe her because right now Daki is sensitive, ranting mercilessly at her brother and shouting at him. She's only that far away from starting to scream her confusing feelings hysterically out, already in the progress of busily crying. She hates s/o, she hates s/o, she hates s/o! But...she doesn't at the same time and that triggers her to no end.
🌺🟢How does she proceed from this point on? After she has finally managed to put up a more corrected and controlled stance, she starts getting involved with her s/o. She can only do it at night, but that is more than enough time. It goes above stalking since Daki actually is spending time willingly on her darling, someone who is not even an Hashira. Her brother shouldn't question her about it, she herself is the most confused about this all. Seeking to be with someone is new to her, she only needed herself and control over others and her brothers so far. Snappish and entitled would be some words to describe her, if she already graces you with her presence she naturally expects you to pay attention and show her your gratitude. Dear god, she'll be incredibly rude and cruel if you don't do as she likes. This unexplainable feeling whenever her darling ignores and ditches her for someone else is terrible, she does not deserve to be treated like this!
🌺🟢Petty and prideful arguments with her won't get anywhere, her cruel nature is turned against everyone that keeps her from your attention, her outbursts scaring them away and partially you'll be her scapegoat as well. She lashes out far too easily, her bratty and spoiled nature giving her little understanding for your own interests and life, she expects that you put her above everyone else. Does he get physical with you before revealing her true side? In a way she does, pulling her darling's hair to turn their eyes to her again or grabbing them forcefully by their chin, their hands and other body parts to drag them away, to just guarantee that she's the only thing they see. She forgives you though, as long as you please her as much as you can afterwards. It's relatively easy to soothe her as you might learn, any sudden violent outburst and cruel attitude against innocent people can be stopped the moment you feed into her ego with compliments, with a sudden show of adoration you put up for the sake of others.
🌺🟢Ah, she loves that. When her darling laces words and actions with honey, she'd rather listen to it than wasting her voice on someone else. There are no qualms about getting rid of anyone who is an obstacle anyways. Give her what she wants and she is ready to return the favor, as a rather successful courtesan she earns her fair share of money and is ready to spend a good amount of it on you without giving any less to Muzan. A seductive side is revealed sooner or later and that is something Daki loves to show around you, especially if you give her positive reactions. That is after all one of many things Daki is very confident in and she will continue to do it even if it makes you uncomfortable.
🌺🟢Her attraction towards her darling is shown obviously at one point since she demands them to ditch others to be with her, the nicknames she starts calling them and her bold touchiness. A delusion has already started to form within her, only fueled by her arrogant nature. That you should only give her your all since she is the one to deserve it all, everyone else could gladly just die in her opinion. Tell her everything about you, your past and your present all at once, she wants to know everything. How and with whom you spend your days to cross out everyone who could onsume your time that she has to have. It's only for the best, you don't need anyone else besides her. You must be happy as well, right? To have her, a beautiful woman, giving you her affection and time. Be grateful and keep her happy, she will do the same. Otherwise you will bring yourself and others in bloody troubles. Literally.
🌺🟢That play only works that long though until something has to go wrong. What is it? You being sick from this woman who scared away all of your friends, acts like she owns your whole day and ends up dolling you up for her own fun and fondness? You being sick from her tantrums and the way she forces you into a position where you have to kneel down and praise and worship her so she calms down? You being sick of her touchiness and her affection she forces on you without your permission? Don't bring it up to her, she wouldn't be able to understand you anyways. What could be possibly wrong with her possessive, her jealous and her downright monopolizing side? Her dear flower, you won't get away with such a sudden break-up. Daki is going to abduct her darling the one or another way, someone who has a mind-blowing possessive nature like her sees it as her right to kidnap the one who has fallen victim to her obsession.
🌺🟢And it could all end there. After she has abducted her darling and brought them somewhere only she will really have access to, sentient Obi slashes guarding her darling when she is away. The key word here is it could, but somehow Gyutaro stumbles inside this mess as well. How did that happen? Well, keep in mind that he still holds genuine love for his sister, letting her do all kind of terrible things from time to time which includes her whole obsession. But it's also the fact that he shares his body in a way with her, shares her senses if she lets him do so and of course he was not spared from her outbursts when she was frustrated with something which has included for a longer while now you. Not to mention, he will have to meet Daki's darling, out of his own curiosity and because Daki had to introduce him at one point. It serves as a wonderful intimidation factor which keeps you from running away after all, knowing that Daki has her older brother who is just as heartless and violent.
🌺🟢Confusion is a good way to describe Gyutaro's feelings as well, especially since he was the one who kept kind of insisting for Daki to just eat you and he even offered to eat you himself when he noticed that Daki couldn't do it. It ended, as expected, in Daki aggressively refusing. The problem with Gyutaro is simply that he does not know how to properly express his emotions, Daki is far more experienced and better and he finds himself envying her for this. Daki is attractive, she knows how to seduce and charm someone and she has claimed darling already as hers. What is with him on the other side? He does not have the same traits as her and being jealous of his own sister is something new, loving a human is something new as well. Daki's brother is the only one Daki really lets interact and see her s/o so the amount of people to converse with is limited. And a normal person who has never seen a demon in their life will be highly uncomfortable with Gyutaro's appearance.
🌺🟢He has left that inferior feeling already in the past so he really doesn't think that it will bother him much. But it does and dear lord, it stings. Unable to act and express his wish to get closer, he ends up doing it the only way he really seems to be able to show his feelings. And that is simply forcing his darling into anything, only that he has a less charming way about it. He forces s/o to talk to him, to interact with him and to just be near them. His time is limited thanks to Daki being so possessive and if she doesn't get her touchy time with you, she will certainly go a bit crazy. But what about Gyutaro? Doesn't he go crazy too with more and more time where the true amount of his feelings becomes clear to him? Of course, you'd know if you'd see that he scratched himself bloody multiple times because of this! So why does he hold back? For starters, he underestimates humans and looks down shamelessly on their existence, he basically just hates them. Respect and care for his sister plays into this as well, he's lenient to her. How long does it take for him to snap I wonder?
🌺🟢Even if he shows it in a very clumsy way, Daki still notices that her brother suddenly searches for closeness, for conversations and for moments together with the darling. Her reaction...isn't the best and it isn't the worst either. Maybe because she holds respect for her brother as well, but in either case she will force an answer out of him. Darling is hers and even Gyutaro won't be an exception for her. She has her suspicions, but she pushes them away for now. That is until this heated argument erupts from both sides, even if they are siblings who care for each other, it doesn't keep them from ranting and yelling at each other. Especially if it involves you, Daki has a short patience where she might insult her own brother and the same counts for Gyutaro. He blurs his feelings pretty much out during this argument, he struggles with this all far too much and whether he wants to admit it or not, it just hurts.
🌺🟢It hurts because he daily sees how Daki can somehow charm her darling and be together with them all the time whilst he has to stay away and probably just looks hideous in their eyes. They are more afraid of him than they are of her because of the way he looks. Why do looks matter anyways?! Long story in short, he just exploded and yelled and screamed and let out pretty much all of his emotions inside of his chest, stunning even his sister for a few moments. Things can't be the same afterwards, not now that the truth is out and a solution has to be found. Both know that they're stronger together and Muzan would not be happy if they would split up or work worse because they argue over their s/o, so the only way they have to solve this is through sharing. It's particularly hard on Daki's side, she hates sharing her darling, but she isn't as dumb as to be unreasonable. The fact still stays that Gyutaro is her brother and she holds her own sincere love for him, even if it might not look like this all of the time.
🌺🟢I don't say that it's bound to crumble, I just say that it is a bit shaky, especially during the first few weeks. Things need to settle for now and Gyutaro and Daki have to work things out, though arguments here and there will still happen, just as much as the darling has to learn to handle both of them correctly. I don’t see demons from Demon Slayer being able to share too well anyways, exception being Nezuko, Tamayo and Yushiro, simply because most of them are loners who rely on their own power, Muzan is completely out of question to share to begin with. So taking this all into consideration, Daki and Gyutaro are probably the most capable to share from the demon side because they’re siblings and despite everything care about each other enough to share. Especially Gyutaro loves his sister enough to the point where he sometimes willingly lets her have a whole day with the darling all alone plus the fact that he spoils her a little bit and his s/o as well. Daki is bratty and spoiled so she can’t easily return the favor, but with time she at the very least accepts the fact that Gyutaro needs privacy with you as well.
🌺🟢Indirectly you could say that Gyutaro grows to be touchy because of Daki who already never keeps her hands to herself. He’s awkward with his actions, but having Daki’s scent all over you pocks unpleasantly in his own pride so now that darling is his as well, he wants his smell all over them and he forces them to touch him as well. As long as his s/o shows to be afraid of him and thinking of him as scary because of his appearance, he will use that against them to scare them into everything. Call him a dog because of it, but he likes sniffing at his darling simply because he loves their scent. Gyutaro isn’t exactly as delusional as Daki is, he is at the very least able to know that demons never harbor feelings for a human. But he’s simply the type of Yandere who does not give a real fuck whether his actions are wrong or not, wicked love and a fearful possessiveness weight all of that down to nothing. So with them never having planned to go for a normal relationship in the first place, they would honestly be just very content with their darling gaining Stockholm syndrome over time.
🌺🟢Daki is a demon with a fine taste so she still continues dressing her darling up in outfits that she finds cute and adorable and Gyutaro supports that much, though Daki never really lets him join in picking outfits and accessories. They gradually improve their teamwork over time though, for example the fact that at one point they are able to actually cuddle together with their darling without going crazy. Both are touchy though, Daki especially, but it’s not like they would stop if you would be uncomfortable with it. You see, both of them do have a sadistic side to them and they do like making their darling uncomfortable every once in a while. They wouldn’t devour their s/o, but at one point they would want to get a taste of their blood at the very least. Daki takes blood from her darling in a less disturbing way, Gyutaro is another story. He wouldn’t hurt his s/o unless he loses his temper, but he has a penchant for liking them whenever they somehow hurt themself and bleed.
🌺🟢Talking about losing temper, whilst Gyutaro won’t quite reach the same level as Daki, he’s far away from being easy to endure either since he turns rougher when mad. He’s hysterical as well if he feels like it and his sensitive spot will be his darling disliking him for his looks. This should be a buried point for him, but you just have to dig it up again and growing alongside with this are his fears to be abandoned because of it. It takes him longer to calm down though, Daki is relatively easy to help calming down if she is being worshipped and praised. Punishments won’t continue damaging violence, Daki basically treats darling as a pretty doll second to only her and even if Gyutaro should be seen as a monster from them for his looks, he wouldn’t want to harm their beauty either. For his sister’s wish and for his own since he sees s/o as a gorgeous doll as well. Screaming and yelling is always included, specially Daki likes to belittle and rant at her darling. Isolation, a few days without food, simply terrifying their s/o. Even with the lack of completely beating up their darling, they will still mostly end up with bruises and a few bites from the siblings where their sadistic side will be displayed largely with them enjoying s/o’s blood.
🌺🟢Escaping is extremely difficult, two Upper Moons are not that easily outsmarted and Daki’s Blood Ability truly is a thorn to overcome, not to mention that during the day they mostly are with their darling. If their darling escapes, hell will break loose since two of the most powerful demons are going to chase after them. With no remorse or whatsoever for any other life, blood will be spilled one way or another and you should hopefully know that, it’s not like they won’t taunt you about it as soon as they’ve captured you again. Deflecting the blame and guilt you put on them for having killed all those innocent people, it’s two against one. Humans wither within years so at one point those two will turn their darling into a demon, though they do try to draw out as much of this weak humanity as possible. They enjoy it in a way.
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minkmousesworld · 2 days ago
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I really like your in-depth analysis on Tanjiro and I thought you brought up a lot of good points; that last line about a good villain can only found in a story with a good hero was great and true. So what about yandere Tanjiro with demon-slayer who does not like, maybe even hates him, because they very clearly see him for what he is? No amount of peer pressure or emotional manipulation can get S/O to change their mind either; they use any of that behavior to fuel their discontent with him.
thank you, honey,,,,, I am very pleased to know that you liked my analysis <3 and I liked the idea of the dark tangirou, it's definitely a good concept. I apologize for the wait, thank you for your words♡
✮ — linden honey
[1400 words]
series — yandere | format — drabble + headcanons
warnings... unhealthy relationship / yandere (obsession, possession, delusional thinking, isolation, manipulation), unrequited love, fight
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Tanjirou is not as openly manipulative and clingy as Zenitsu, and not as wild and easy to manipulate as Inosuke. He is softer, more gentle — like a snake cat that you decided to warm on your chest because of purring and rubbing against you.
And when you get close, you don't feel unsafe; because even if there are dark sparks in the depths of his eyes, who doesn't have their secrets, right? Maybe you don't approve too much of this form of hypocrisy, but at least he is polite and sweet, unobtrusively caring and worrying about you. Tanjirou has a shyly hazy look, rough but pleasant hands and restrainedly amorous smiles, and although he is a little too friendly, almost on the verge between 'charming persistence' and 'vile insolence', you first close your eyes and let him.
It's worth a lot when you are regularly forced to fight for your life to the death.
... This soft sympathy quickly becomes the moment when he starts to disgust you — it's a little problematic to communicate sweetly with a person that you see through. He almost imperceptibly climbs into your life, step by step leaving his footprints here and there, continuing to sparkle with his innocently shameless eyes, as if he does not understand why you start to move away and push off.
More smiles, more soft looks, almost plaintive submissiveness and timidity, awkward giggles and shyness that becomes sadness. Tanjirou tries so skillfully to play on your feelings that everything soon begins to look like an elegantly woven web — if you hadn't seen these threads from the very beginning.
The butterfly does not get caught in the spider web.
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☙ You are coping well with emotional manipulation and pressure — and Tanjirou is not sure if he is glad that you are so persistent and confident or disappointed because harmless methods have not justified themselves. It's amazing, he's very proud of you, — because he can't love even more, — but your indifference to him only depresses him more and makes restless.
Your disgust and unwillingness only gets stronger, and even when he tries to apologize or correct mistakes, like a puppy wagging his tail pitifully, you just leave. And it breaks his heart more than if you yelled at him or scolded him — at least he knew what he was doing wrong.
Please don't come near me anymore, you disgust me — he is not sure if he can blush even more with shame, hiding his eyes, and does not answer anything, clutching self-made cookies in his hands. The surrounding people definitely do not approve.
Your words, of course.
Shouldn't you be a little softer on him? Even if you don't accept his feelings, you should have refused more gently. After all, don't you feel sorry for him? He's so sweet-hearted. You want to say that it's not your fault that he only understands rude language, but instead you don't say anything. They won't hear you anyway. Sweet hearts are too charming.
Maybe you didn't win the battle, but you didn't lose the war.
His cookies (which he definitely did not bring and which you definitely did not accept — someone helped him) end up in the trash anyway.
Disgusting. If you could, you would probably hit him (after all, the years have taught you that the most powerful weapon is a weapon), but you know that he won't even cry if you do it.
Sometimes he was so helpful and submissive that you felt like a monster.
☙ Thoughts are like a breath of wind — if you were not the object of gossip and glances, then you would even admire how good Tanjirou is at manipulating the opinions and controlling the feelings of others, almost without doing anything persistent, as if it really wasn't caused by his behavior at all.
But when you show indifference, this tactic collapses.
Tanjirou does not know how to become intimately close, does not know how to shorten the distance apart from social communication, and when neither society nor habits in the form of "gift giving" and "service" help him, he gets lost. What can he do to change your mind? He becomes upset and tired, which is why his usual gentleness begins to dissolve into nervousness and apathy.
People do not feel and fly like butterflies to the light, not realizing that it is the light of a flame, while Tanjirou no longer wants to be a "warming bonfire" — your indifference and disgust for him only poisons him more. Any step should be weighed, any decision should be considered, his mother was also hard at first, but she coped, and he should also hold on and believe — but he really can't anymore. The father easily agreed, he was the same and allowed her to leave him next to her, but you are not like that, you don't want to, and you don't even let him understand how he should behave, what he should give you, and he begins to fail.
Manipulation? Courtship? "Catch me"? "Prove that you love me"? Persuasion? Tug of war? Quarrels turning into hugs? Mutual dancing on a rake? What should he do to make you happy with him? Isn't he caring enough? Isn't he good enough? Isn't he smart enough, or persistent, or clingy, or soft, or tame, or unavailable? What exactly is he doing wrong? Is he not in love enough? Do you think his feelings are false or wrong?
... wrong.
You just don't like him, do you? It doesn't matter how much he loves you, or how perfect he will be, right? If siblings love him because he's a good brother; his friends love him because he's a good friend; people love him because he's a good boy.
If he is loved, it is because he plays his role well.
But you don't love him even when he tries to be perfect.
You push him, you throw away his cookies, you don't smile at him anymore, you don't want to have anything to do with him — and you don't let him know exactly what he's doing wrong.
His mother taught him that if he was hardworking enough, he would get what he owed.
He may not be worthy of you, but he cannot live without you.
And if you hate him anyway, then the way doesn't matter.
One day you will understand why he is doing this.
☙ ... In the end, the tactics of ignoring and pushing away will not lead to anything good. Tanjirou copes hard when he realizes that he can't do anything, and any of his attempts are useless, and if you openly push him out without even trying to give him delusional hopes, then this only inclines him more strongly to use more radical methods.
He is not one of those who will force you to create a family or create a couple, but he must fight for the sake of family and for the sake of love, and he will fight — even if he has to fight with you.
If you see his real personality, but do not see the consequences of your actions and influence on his mental state, then you are always one step behind. This may work as a temporary measure until you come up with a long-playing strategy... but sooner or later you will realize that even if Tanjirou seems so awkwardly romantic, trembling even when touching hands or trying to get close to you lovingly, it is better to keep him close to you — only then he will be safe.
His goal is to become your ideal mate and create a family, and only then does Tanjirou stop manipulating and all these strange features, becoming safe and unobtrusively sweet until he sees danger for you and is sure that you will not leave him.
And it's really not that hard to break your desires, submit to circumstances and let the person you hate so much snuggle up to you. At least no one is asking you to have a healthy relationship — as long as you're around, he doesn't care how you treat him.
As long as you're around and don't cheat on him, he'll let you do whatever you want.
And sooner or later you will love him.
He doesn't really know how to be a victim, but he'll learn quickly.
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yanderemommabean · 2 days ago
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As a writer, part of me wants to be the kind of peer critic that Kyogai needed, who doesn't just crap all over his work for no reason. Imagine having writing workshops where you soundboard off of each other and read each other's drafts and just generally have a good time. He still might have been a demon, but at least he would have had a chance at happiness. At something close to what he could have achieved in his human life.
...That and I very much wouldn't mind getting handsy every now and then.
-exxo-potato
(Screams because I’ve followed you for a while)
I think he’d be a bit apprehensive to share with you at first due to the past critics. It would take a while but once he sees you’re genuinely trying to help, he would begin to enjoy writing once again.
You two would spitball, laugh while fixing drafts, and get so hyped and excited over new ideas for chapters or new works entirely. He’d still be demonic, but this would make him feel human again, even if only for a little while.
He’d be a possessive lover. He would treasure every moan and whimper you made, his teeth unable to stop marking you up as he takes you apart piece by piece. His tongue would claim your mouth, slowly trailing down to your chest and to the apex of your thighs, a grin forming on his lips when you squirm.
“How can I focus on writing when I have you, ready and willing right in front of me? Why don’t we blow off some steam instead, hmm?”
-Mommabean
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minnie-mei · a month ago
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Hi! Can you please write headcanons for Yandere Tengen Uzui and his wives x reader when reader becomes pregnant with Tengen’s child? How would that change any dynamics within the relationship and how much more protective would they be than before? Would they be a little more lenient/gentle with their darling because of hormonal mood swings and cravings? Thank you!
pregnant reader | yan! tengen + wives
yandere! au
afab! reader
headcanons + mini scenario
all sfw, kind of fluffy bc the reader has stockholm syndrome (it’s been a few years since you’ve been taken)
WARNING(s): obsessive/possessive behavior, overprotective tendencies, implied stockholm syndrome, yandere, mentions of kidnapping, potentially triggering content
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tengen yandere type: possessive, protective
hinatsuru yandere type: protective, obsessive
makio yandere type: protective, possessive
suma yandere type: clingy, obsessive
You’re pregnant? shocked pikachu face as if Tengen doesn’t jump you every chance he gets
the reaction to the news is extremely positive at first, and the moment isn’t complete without Suma crying and clinging onto you
(Hina definitely knew you were pregnant even before you did)
but as time goes by, it becomes obvious that your pregnancy vastly changed things around your home
Hina, the most calm and patient person in the house, starts snapping very easily at her other partners when you’re involved
she’s taking no risks in your safety whatsoever
her protective tendencies have gone up tenfold
the worst part is that Tengen likes to snatch you away to himself all the time and she hates it
To be fair, the pillar has always been that way, but he feels extra possessive now that you’re pregnant with his child
you’re his his his
and you’re growing stomach just further proves it
he doesn’t want any of the girls messing with you honestly, which has never been an issue before
he once held you over his head to keep the girls from grabbing you and he become Enemy #1 for an entire week afterwards
attempts to carry you around everywhere, but Makio will not be letting him get away with it
Makio started off the most normal in the group, but quickly becomes your guard dog after Hina complains to her about what Tengen was doing
before she was just casually protective, but now she sits at your feet ready to beat up anyone who tries to mess with you (it’s always Suma or Tengen)
One time Makio actually bit Suma for trying to touch your hair and it ended in utter chaos for almost three hours
ultimately tengen reigned victorious over his wives and swept you away that day, but that’s how most arguments ended due to him being a pillar
Suma doesn’t like it, and started pulling stunts that got her alone time with you
Suma gets clingy, and not just regular clingy, but follows you around like a shadow
even when she’s not behind you, she’s still watching you like a hawk from somewhere near
before your pregnancy, she was bubbly and able to do her own thing during the day, but now things have changed
she gets a little creepy, but don’t complain about it unless you want Makio to start a fight
just watching you across the room, peaking her eyes out from behind the wall
it’s kinda cute, like your own little owl
Pregnancy hormones are difficult
Hina and Tengen do the best with them and can handle you no matter what attitude you give
Suma doesn’t argue much, but she’s a crybaby and will immediately start sobbing if you snap at her
if you’re sad, she’s sad with you. if you’re happy, she’s happy with you.
definitely not the person to be around when you’re moody
Makio gets irritated too easily to deal with your mood swings, but she can handle it somewhat because she realizes it’s not intentional
she often walks away to avoid saying something harsh when you mention “sensitive topics”
the “sensitive topics” being the fact that you were kidnapped and they’re your psychotic captors
There are no punishments when you’re pregnant, which is good for you because you can now get away with saying whatever you want
but because it’s likely been years since you’ve been captured, who’s to say you’re not happy now?
even if you’re still upset about the whole “being kidnapped by a large demon slayer and his three hot wives” thing, it’s best not to mention it
because although their anger is no longer being taken out on you, it’s now being taken out on each other
they argue worse during the time in which you’re pregnant, then they ever have before
the fights rarely get physical, but it’s overwhelming and stressful
just a waste honestly, but you can hardly control what comes out of your mouth at that point so it’s bound to happen
They like touching your tummy, even when it’s still small :)
they argue over who gets to touch first and where (bc Tengen’s hands are so big they can’t always fit everyone)
Hina gets stressed about your health because it wasn’t exactly rare for women to die during pregnancy during this time
so she takes upon herself to learn completely about prenatal care and find you the best doctors
speaking of doctors, they are all in the room when one comes for check-ins (they are very jealous lovers)
your doctor is terrified of 6’6”, giant, flamboyant Tengen Uzui
Once you reach the last quarter of your pregnancy, Suma’s attitude does a 180
rather than being quiet and doting, she’s now back to being whiny, and adds some moodiness to the mix
she’s still clingy, but now she’s frowning all the time
everyone in the house has a problem with it but it’s soon is revealed that she’s jealous of the baby
she doesn’t want it taking all your attention from her
The others haven’t even thought of that but she just put the idea in their head
chaos ensues once again
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You were only three months along, and you were surprised how much your pregnancy had changed things in such a short amount of time. You couldn’t imagine the four getting any more obsessive than they already were.
Hinatsuru was cooking in the kitchen while you sat on a heap of cushions in the dining area, sure to stay in her line of vision. Since she’s realized you were pregnant, she hadn’t let anyone else feed you or have you alone for more than a few minutes. Makio, who sat at your feet, had a similar attitude.
The two had built some sort of alliance to keep you “safe.” Of course, a big part of their definition of safe entailed keeping you away from Tengen and Suma. They’d decided that Tengen was too big and confident to be trusted with you; they were sure he’d be too rough. As for Suma, she was unpredictable and emotional. Plus she didn’t have the best track record being alone with you.
Tengen and Suma were on two different spectrums of moodiness now that they were kept away from you most of the time. Suma was getting increasingly pouty, but the white haired male was beginning to get angry, which nothing good ever came out of. They were both decently selfish about you, and would not be working together. They’d pull their own tricks to get you.
Suma was lurking just around the corner with her head in view. A small smile was making its way onto your face at her slightly cute habit. She’d been doing this a lot recently. Makio knew she was there, but didn’t bother looking up until the stepped further into the room.
“Out, brat!” She snapped.
Suma paused, not saying anything which was quite out of character. Then, a few seconds later, took another few steps forward.
“‘You not hear me?” Makio growled out, sitting up, ready to get to her feet.
“Would you quit shouting?” Hinatsuru turned around and glared at Makio from a distance, “Do you not have any concern for our little Love? Yelling stresses them out.”
“I wasn’t even yelling!”
“You’re yelling now-!”
With Makio now up arguing with Hina, her back to you, this was Suma’s chance. She quietly snuck over to you before yanking you up full force into her. You forgot how strong she and the other two wives were. Before Makio and Hina could notice what she’d done, she swept you away and ran as fast as she could down the hall with you in tow.
By the time she slammed the bedroom door behind her, the two girls were right on her tail demanding to be let in. Makio was much louder than Hina, who was trying to slow her breathing to calmly ask for you to open the door. The youngest wife fell to the ground, taking you with her, as she glared at the lock.
“No way! I won them fair and square this time! Go away! They’re mine! Not yours!”
“Oh shut it, you little bug! When I get my hands on you—!” Makio banged on the wood.
“—Y/N, my darling, could you unlock the door for me please? Your dinner is almost done.” Hina sweetly said to you.
“They’re pregnant, you dumbass! You’re starving them!”
“Quit it! I just want them for an hour! That’s all! I-I don’t— you won’t ever let me have them! it’s not fair-!” Suma’s eyes welled up with tears and the crying fest began.
Suma had been exceptionally less sensitive lately, until now. And with your hormones being as scrambled as they were, you started crying with her. Now the two of you were sobbing on the ground, Makio and Hina were trying to break in, but where was your husband?
“What’s this~?” You jumped a little and quickly looked back, Suma pulling out her kunai. There, in all his glory stood Tengen, fresh out of the bath in just his shorts. He had an all-too smug grin on his face, happy to catch his pregnant little Love in need of saving.
“Nuh-uh! No!” Suma cut off his plotting, “you don’t get them! It’s my turn.”
Tengen only stared at her blankly, only slightly impressed at her determination to keep you in her possession. But unfortunately for poor Suma, you were his possession to keep.
The large man squatted down to your level, but Suma was quick to crawl in front of you with her kunai drawn.
Unwilling to fight his wife, he thought of something.
“Ok, fine.” He spoke to her, “Let’s make a deal then. If I can have them for a few hours, I’ll let you have them next.”
She didn’t want to say yes, she was sure there was a trick rooted somewhere within his words, but she didn’t have too much of a choice. Pouting and dropping her weapon, she tearfully nodded and stood to her feet. Tengen held her by the wrist and brought her to the bedroom door, opening it just enough to see his other two wives.
Makio scowled at him but let Suma be pushed out. The door was soon shut and locked again, for Tengen to press his back against it and look down at you.
“It’s okay, my baby. You get to stay with your favorite for a little bit.” He stalked towards you, pulling you off the ground and into his arms for you to wrap your legs around his waist.
His face was immediately tucked into your neck so he could breathe in your scent he hadn’t got enough of recently.
“‘Gonna be such a good mommy to my baby.”
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teddy-yandere · 28 days ago
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Random request but it could be fluffy.
Yandere Kyojuro, Giyuu, Sanemi, Muzan, Douma, Kokushibou react to a darling that always carries around a stuffed animal. She cannot go any where without it and if you try take it away, she'll start a tantrum.
Thanks!💗💗💗
- My Stuffed Animal -
⚠️WARNING⚠️ will contain dark themes
Characters = Rengoku , Giyuu , Sanemi , Muzan , Douma , Kokushibou
A / N = Sorry for any grammar mistakes, I did not proofread this. Please read my bio before requesting, and make sure that my requests are open or else your request will be deleted. Enjoy <3
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Rengoku
★ Rengoku thinks that it is very adorable how attached you are to your stuffed animals.
★ In fact , he will even go out of his way to buy you more
★ Every time he sees one at the market , he buys it , and takes it home to you.
★ There are times however , when he wishes that they did not exist.
★ Instead of going to him for comfort , you cry into your stuffed animals while hugging them.
★ He gets a little frustrated, so he tries to take them from you. Bad IDEA .
★ You immediately start to cry your heart out.
★ Rengoku is at a list for words.
★ He pats your head , and gives them back to you.
★ He will have a important talk with you later. , about your priorities.
Giyuu
★ I don’t think that Giyuu cares very much if you carry your stuffed animal with you everywhere.
★ In his eyes , it is not a problem as long as you are still giving him a lot of attention, and love.
★ It becomes a problem when you prioritize the stuffed animal over yourself.
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★ Sometimes you forget to eat , and drink water , because you are too busy trying to organize them.
★ Giyuu tries to explain this too you , but you just don’t listen to him.
★ That s when he decides to try to take the stuffed animal away from you.
★ He did not expect for you to start throwing a tantrum. You were clinging on him , begging him not to take them away from you.
★ His heart breaks a little , but he hands them back to you.
Sanemi
★ Not to hurt your feeling or anything , but I highly doubt Sanemi will put up with this.
★ He really does love you , but he gets very jealous of your stuffed animals.
★ It is not a big problem as long as you give him attention, but he can’t help but feel pure jealously whenever you snuggle into them at night ( instead of him )
★ Sometimes , he will purposely hide your stuffed animals, to make you give him attention.
★ He can’t help but feel a little victorious when you beg him to help you find them.
★ I don’t think he minds if you take them out in public with you.
★ You might be able to convince him to hold them for you when you go shopping !
★ One time , you caught him cuddling one of them , while you were outside in the garden ( he really missed you ).
★ Sanemi refuses to admit that ever happened.
Muzan
★ Surprisingly, I think Muzan would handle your stuffed animals better than Sanemi ( my opinion )
★ We already know that Muzan spoils the shit out of you , so it is not surprising that you have a mountain of stuffed animal on your bed.
★ Muzan definitely has a couple of your stuffed animals in his office.
★ He will let you take them out in public with you , but you have to hold his hand the whole time.
★ The only reason Muzan would take your stuffed animals away from you , is if you disobeyed him , or did something to make him annoyed.
★ He will probably give them back to you , when he sees you throwing a little tantrum , and begging him ( he has god complex y’know )
★ He finds it adorable when you carry your stuffed animal everywhere you go !
★ Will not let anyone make fun of you
Douma
★ Douma finds it super adorable when you carry your stuffed animals everywhere.
★ Whenever the two of you are cuddling , Douma always makes sure that you have a stuffed animal in your arms.
★ He will buy you a lot of them ( just like Muzan ).
★ He actively feeds into your little obsession.
★ Unlike the others , I highly doubt that Douma will ever take them away from you . He knows how much they mean to you , so he wouldn’t want to make you sad.
★ If you ever lose one of them , Douma would tear up the entire building trying to find them.
★ He can’t stand to see you sad.
★ If he can’t find them , then he will happily buy you a new one.
★ He thinks it is really cute that you carry them in public.
★ His little darling ~
Kokushibou
★ Poor Kokushibou
★ At first , he was very confused on why you were so emotionally attached to these stuffed animals.
★ It took him a while to get used to them being everywhere. But eventually, he warmed up to them.
★ As with Muzan , Kokushibou would buy you a bunch of stuffed animal to keep you happy. He thinks your smile is priceless.
★ He thinks it is kinda funny when you go out in public with a stuffed animal.
★ He will take your stuffed animal if he feels like you are disobeying him ( yandere )
★ After he sees how heartbroken you look , he might give them back after a while.
★ He definitely has a favorite stuffed animal ( but he will never tell you )
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misslili265 · 2 months ago
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Could you do some over protective (almost obsessive) Rengoku x clueless quiet reader?
Hey darling, sure I can do, I hope you like this one. I believe this can be a soft yandere...(Guys, again... My native language it's Portuguese)
Kyojuro X Clueless quiet reader
Soft Yandere
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Rengoku delivered the blow that saved your life.  You had your arms covering your face, waiting for certain death, until the pillar of flames appeared and cut off the oni's head, in front of your eyes. 
When you saw that you survived, you were able to catch back your lost breath, and thanked the brave warrior. 
You, after the shocking episode, even though you were very shy, thought that the least you could do is bring him to come into your residence and have a cup of tea.  Kyojuro was ok, but that was a lot of information for you.  You are silently pouring tea into both cups. 
Kyojuro observes how you're still shaking a little, and in his carefully observation he realizes even more about you, that your features are exactly something he could admire for the rest of his life, Rengoku's fiery eyes roam all over your beautiful forms, he watches your hair , arms, your way. 
In your timid deed of thanks, you like an evil witch, bewitch the gentleman before you.  Kyojuro had no way to defend himself from your charms.  And everything has a price y/n, whether you know it or not.  You sit and are sipping your tea from a distance, realizing that you are not of many words, Kyojuro doesn't mind, actually being the opposite of him, the pillar of flames is free to talk as much as he wants.  After a few important questions he widens his eyes.  Without family?  Kyojuro understood the reason for being there, his fate, he was designated to be your protector.  While for you it was a time to show being kind to someone who saved your life.  He said goodbye to you with a warm smile.  You retired to try to get a good night's sleep, at least try after the scare. 
Despite not knowing, Kyojuro spent most of the time he had to watch over your house.  And realizing that you were in no danger he withdrew.  But the disquieting thoughts of the pillar of flames did not leave his presence.  You, your delicacy, everything you were was haunting Rengoku's mind.  As the days go by, you "coincidentally" see your Savior in the surroundings.  Do you need supplies?  When you go to the market, he waves at you.  And it looks like the man who saved you is responsible for the entire area.  Your thoughts are.  "There must be several of those monsters around here, as this man has been watching everything since that day." 
Today, you went out in the early evening for a meeting with your friends, you are fragrant and well groomed.  When changing steps you are faced with a flaming gaze.  "- Hi y/n, how have you been?" 
You are intrigued and respond with a polite "hi".
With a serious expression Kyojuro said.  "- I'll escort you on your way, just yesterday I had to kill another oni that was around here. Do you think it's a good idea to go out at night?" 
You're looking into Kyojuro's determined eyes, and you don't have a right answer.  Without asking if he could or not, Kyojuro just do what he said, he escorts you.
  You are embarrassed, and not understanding whether such care is needed.  Rather, "he killed a monster yesterday, didn't he?" 
You are then still silent, offering no resistance.  You were just wondering what it would be like to arrive at an intimate meeting with your friends, with a man with a sword on his hip.  Upon arrival, your friends didn't seem to mind Kyojuro's presence.  Unlike you, your friends knew right away that he was on his knees for you.  Kyojuro was not rude to your friends, but made sure to show why he was with you.  Kyojuro's body language said he was your protector.  Always around as if forming a barrier against anyone, if necessary smoothing the sword hilt to show how far he would go for you.  You say goodbye to your friends, and Kyojuro takes you home.  Upon arriving at your door he utters a firm sentence.  "- Y/n, don't go out anymore at night, please. I might not be able to escort you at some point, and we don't want something bad to happen, do we?"
  You realize that it was crossing a line, you are silently trying to process everything, and Kyojuro, realizing your discomfort, softens the words with gestures.  He approaches, and softly tucking some of your hair with his fingers behind your ear he says.  "- You understand that I'm trying to protect you, don't you dear?"  You nod your head. 
In the days that follow, being alone begins to become a distant reality.  Your new "friend" Kyojuro is always present.  He opens the door to your home "announcing" his arrival, often bringing you gifts and pampering you in many ways.  Questions are constant.  Where have you been, with whom, where?  But you know it isn't, that it's all part of the Pillar of Flame's generosity in protecting you, such a helpless creature?  You were convincing yourself that Kyojuro's "kindness" was out of fear that something bad would happen to you, or anyone else in the area where you live.
But you understood your new reality, when you came out of your bath wrapped in your towel, and heard a voice scolding you from your room window, before you even left to put on your robes.  "- Y/n, close this window , someone may see you naked. Please be more discerning."  Kyojuro speaks, shaking his head in disapproval.
  You are shocked, your eyes can not believe it, and if before you were unaware of Kyojuro's behavior, now you understand that he's gonna be with you in all your moments, whether you like it or not.  After all... He has to fulfill his duty of being your designated protector...
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moonstruck-rk · a month ago
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Worst of Two Worlds - Upper Ranks with toodler reader HC
Don’t post, copy, rewrite or translate in any platforms.
Warning: This content could be explicit sexual situations, depictions of violence or abuse, or other ‘adult’ content not intended for younger readers (MINORS DNI). Some readers may find the following content disturbing. Reader’s discretion is advised.
Platonic Yandere Upper Ranks and Yandere! Father Muzan
tw: yandere
A/N: This is part of my Worst of Two World Series. 
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Muzan never showed you to any demon except to Kokushibo and Nakime who guard you whenever your father has to go somewhere. The servants who served you were all humans because Muzan wants to keep you safe and he doesn’t want any demon to have a stupid idea to eat you to gain power.
Your father only shows you around during his meeting with Upper ranks when you became a toddler.
Daki and Gyutaro
Daki instantly went UwU when she sees you. She’s always pinching Gyutaro whenever she sees you because she can’t resist your cute and chubby cheeks. This demon dream is to poke your chubby cheeks, but of course, she values her life and won’t do something like that. She will drag Gyutaro to shop for different clothes and hair accessories for you.
Gyutaro was just meh when he first saw you, but his heart melted after he saw you giggling. During upper rank meeting, he will make funny faces just to see you laugh. Well, he will succeed in making you laugh, but he will also gain weird stares from your father and other upper ranks. Your father, Muzan, couldn’t help but to get distracted with Gyutaro’s funny faces during the meeting. He won’t say a thing about it because Gyutaro makes you laugh and your father can’t win against your happy face.
Kaigaku
He envies you for being a fortunate child of the demon lord. Kaigaku dislikes you, but he can’t show it because such action will put him in a tight situation. This demon learns to ignore you over time.
Gyokko
He is one of the unfortunate demons that Muzan forbids to get near you because of his appearance.
Hantengu
Just like Gyokko, Muzan forbids Hantengu to get near you simply because of his appearance and personality. For your father, he is fine as an upper rank, but never near his beloved child.
Nakime
As one of the first two demons besides your father who saw you. Nakime swore to protect and serve you just like your father. The moment she heard you cry, she will rush to you. Ready to murder any servant who dare make you cry.
Akaza
Akaza’s eyes shine so bright the first time he saw you in Muzan’s arms. He recognized you as someone strong and wants to battle with you. Well, since you’re still a toddler, he has to wait for a long time. To make sure your full potential won’t go to waste, he will personally train you. Yes, Akaza will train you… how to walk. He will be your official playmate and will brutally murder anyone who makes you cry or sad. Akaza will secretly spoil you with sweets and will often cheer you up when your dad gets mad at you. If Daki and Gyutaro spoils you with clothes and hair accessories, Akaza is not just your official playmate, but also official sponsor of plushies and anything cute.
Doma
He was first curious how would you taste if he eats you. You look so chubby and fluffy, Doma thinks you will taste sweet and delectable. He will soon forget about his stupid idea of eating you because he will get jealous of Gyutaro and Akaza. Why you choose to play with those two, but not him? Doma will compete with those two to get your attention. If you receive a plushie from Akaza expect a huge teddy bear from Doma. He will be the bad guy who will tell Muzan about the sweets Akaza gave to you.
Kokushibo
He doesn’t like you at first because you’re half human, but as soon as he heard you cry, just like Nakime, he will run to your room. You're still half demon and Muzan’s child, so it means you can be strong. Right? Kokushibo swore to make you a powerful child and teach you everything he knows. Somehow, he finds it refreshing to see a different side of upper ranks because of you. Kokushibo sees your potential and wants to nurture you. You will be the best disciple he ever has.
Muzan Kibutsuji
The demon lord was still hesitant to show you to the upper ranks, but they must recognize you as his little princess. He will proudly carry you in his arms most of the time. Muzan will find it cute whenever you try to copy him during his meeting with upper ranks. His anger will instantly disappear when he hears you trying to scold the upper ranks like just he did. Your father will be proud of you whenever he sees the upper rank looking at you with admiration.
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sassysaxsolo · 3 months ago
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Life and Death
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Warning: Abuse, Neglect, suicidal thoughts, self harm, grief, depression, attempted non-con, non-con, violence, gore, bloodshed, reader needs help, ALOT of help, Kyojuro being a pure oblivious boi. Akaza being sneaky
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As the waning moon stares down at me with pity. I fold myself in half. An endless river of tears streamed down from both my eyes. My throat had become dry but that did not stop me from sobbing out the name of the only man I had ever loved.
He was everything to me, the very being that kept me strong, the only person I saw a future with.
And that horrible bitch stole him from me. I knew from the very beginning that she never loved him, she only used him as a tool to hurt me. All she’s ever wanted was to see me suffer. For what reason? I don’t know.
Some people are just born evil.
There was no future for me anymore. Within my five years in this organisation, I had many friends, I had also lost many friends. People all around me drop like flies, this one though, is the ultimate betrayal. It felt like someone had ripped my heart out and kicked me in the throat.
Life is hard. Life is full of suffering. Life isn’t fair.
Death would be easier. Death would be peaceful.
I take my sword from its sheath and line it up towards my heart, hopefully a demon would pass by and gobble up my remains so I wouldn’t be found. I take in a breath of fresh air and exhale. The forest was beautiful, cherry blossoms were in full bloom and the grass smelt amazing. I couldn’t have picked a more beautiful place to die.
I grip the handle and prepare to plunge it in.
“Hello (Y/n) san!” I snapped my head to my right without a moment's notice, my sword was kicked from my hands. It flew into the air and landed 20 ft to my left. I look at the culprit once again to register who he is and I freeze.
“A-Akaza…” I stutter. That put a massive grin on his face. “Ah! So you do remember me! It has been two years after all..”
I feel myself shake within his presence but I harden myself and sit straight. “I could never forget the face of an upper moon.”
He laughs, probably feeling quite prideful of his title. “Well I could never forget a woman like you, (Y/n) san.” He paces around me, with his hands behind his back, observing me like a fine piece of art. “Last time we met, you were a Hinoto. Yet you had such a fight in you. Now? After two years, you’re Kinoe! But now you point your sword to your own heart? Why is that?”
I scoff and turn my head from him. “How do you know about my rank? And what makes you think I’m obligated to tell you anything?” He chuckled and sat right down next to me. “Well, I make it a point to check in on my favourite demon slayer whenever opportunity seeks me. And to answer your next question, you’re not by any means obligated to tell me anything.”
This was weird, I had expected him to start acting sadistic and rip my arm off already but no. He turns to look me in the eye, I gaze into his golden eyes that read ‘Upper Three’ His body was covered head to toe in strange striped tattoos and his physique had been hand molded by the kami themselves.
He was gorgeous for a demon, but then again at the end of the day, that's all he was. A demon and I am a demon slayer. It was taboo of me to describe a demon with such colourful and pretty words. “But you are killing yourself, aren’t you? I figured, I might listen to your troubles. After all, I am the last person who you’ll see and talk to before you do the deed. So why not?”
I see his point. Besides kicking my sword out of my hand, he hasn’t acted that much hostile towards me. What could be the harm in telling him? After all, I do plan on ending my life afterwards. Nothing more could hurt me.
“I guess I could.. But where do I start …?” I quietly whimpered. Akaza tapped his chin before clicking his fingers. “How about the first time you felt...wronged? The time you felt so angry and sad but couldn’t do anything about it.”
I tucked my knees into my chest and shivered a bit at the cold, The Upper moon wrapped a surprisingly warm arm around my shoulders. I thanked him for it. “I guess it really started about nine years ago, when my brother left to become a demon slayer…”
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I was only a kid when he decided to leave. I lived in a nice big mansion in a very wealthy village. My parents were landowners and the proprietors of a vast mine that produced many minerals like diamonds, rubies, sapphires. You name it.
My older sister Mikako was the most beautiful girl in our village. Graceful and perfect in every way and she despised me since the day I was born. She would pour water on my futon and tell my parents I wet it and she would always steal my toys, gaslighting me by saying they were hers and that I was the one stealing the toys.
Whenever there was an argument between us, my parents would automatically defend her. My mother would scream. “Enough (Y/n)! Screaming at your older sister is bad form and improper of you!” and my father would roar. “Stop with these petty lies about your sister and grow up (Y/n)!” That's how the conversations always went.
My parents loved to dote on her, buying her beautiful kimonos and the most expensive jewellery and the best toys her heart desired. On the other hand, All I received were her hand-me-downs and plain basic kimonos. She also spread lies to all the other kids in town that I wasn’t actually her sister, that I was actually an ugly witch my parents felt sorry for, all the kids would join her to poke fun at me.
She would abuse me verbally and physically and no one believed me. Except one person though.
My big brother, Sawao. 
Sawao was a big gentle giant in my eyes. Whenever I got hurt, he would kiss my boo boo and fix me up. If I was sad, he would put me in his lap and let me cry into his chest while he patted my back. He would bring me to the local restaurant where I could eat all the yummy food I wanted and we’d go down to the beach where he would help me find rocks and seashells and we’d splash in the water.
He was the heir of my fathers wealth and properties, until.. The day our village had been invaded by a demon. It had taken many innocent people from us, even a few of his friends. When the demon slayers came and exterminated the demon, Sawao made his decision.
“YOU CAN’T JOIN THE DEMON SLAYERS!” My father screamed as he slammed his fist down onto the table, shaking the cutlery and plates. I shivered at his words, I had never heard my father speak so angrily. “I can and I will Chichiue and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.” Sawao spoke firmly. 
My father ruled this town with an iron fist but my brother was the only one who had the courage to speak back to him. “If you do this, I will cut you off!  When I’m dead, you won’t get a cent from me! I’ll make sure it all goes to Mikako!” My sister’s eyes sparkled at the thought of receiving father’s entire fortune but then again, nothing new there.
“There is more to life than living comfortably in a big house with lots of wealth. People are suffering! I’d rather leave and go make a difference in the world than sit here miserably, knowing I could have done something! I will be gone within the week.” And with that, He sat up and left.
I quickly sat up from my seat and quickly followed him! “Anuie! Please don’t leave!” I cried as I grasped his leg. He stops and looks down at me. I had tears running down my eyes and snot dripping down my nose. “ If you leave, the demons will hurt you and I’ll be all alone!”
He bent down to face me. He smiled and patted my head. “I’m sorry, (Y/n) chan. But this is something I have to do.” I sniffled, he took a handkerchief to wipe my nose clean. “But whos gonna kiss me better and- and take me down to the beach to get me rocks- or - or eat with me at-”
“Shhhh!” He whispered as he pulled me into a hug, I sobbed into his shoulder. “You need to be strong for me, (Y/n). I need you to be strong for me and keep me in your prayers. Can you do that for me?”
I nodded sadly.
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A week later, before he left, I made him a parting gift.
As he walked out the gate, no one came to say goodbye to him. They thought he was on a fool's errand but I knew, even at the tender age of ten, that this was his choice and I needed to respect that.  I ran out the door, trying to keep up with him. “Wait!” I cried.
He stopped and I had to breathe for a bit. “I..I made you something...!” 
He bent down to see what I had and I unfolded it. Despite being very young, I had a gift for sewing and embroidery. I had created him a red haori with a long golden dragon and orange butterflies covering the ends.  “Here! You’ll need this to stay warm!” I handed it to him and he observed the piece of clothing with fascination.
“Make sure you eat all your meals! Drink plenty of water and don’t forget to stay clean!” I cried. “Don’t stay out in the sun too long and don’t forget to wrap up warm for the winter!” He stopped me short when he pulled me in for a hug. “Thank you, (Y/n) chan. I’ll always wear it.”
He took off his pack and put on the Hoari, it suited him well, “What do you think (Y/n) Chan?” He asked charmingly. I laughed. “You look very handsome!” I put two thumbs up.
We said our goodbyes and he left.
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Three years had passed since then. My sister’s abuse and my parent’s ignorance worsened. But I had found solace at the local tailor. She taught me how to improve my craft. I knew when my brother came back, he would probably need a new hoari. 
Three years since he left, I taught myself how to dissociate myself from my sister’s words and attacks and keep out of her way. It was for the best since neither my mother nor father would raise a finger to protect me. I was by myself but that was okay. I’ll be strong. For Sawao.
Tragedy finally struck when my Sawao finally came home. I had been by the koi fish pond reading haikus from my family’s old storage. Poetry was an escape from my sister, my parents and the blissful towns folk. No one could come into my world and cause me harm.
I heard the creek of the wooden gate and I thought that the gardener had finally come to take care of the flowers. “(Y/n) Chan?”
I was started by the voice, it was so familiar, When I whipped my head around. I saw him. Sawao was standing there. He was taller, wearing my hoari. He also was equipped with a standard demon slayer uniform and a sword attached to the buckle of his belt.
He stood with a young man, a few years older than me. He had long bright yellow hair with red streaks akin to flames along with two shoulder-length bangs and two chin-length bangs on the side of his head, black forked eyebrows, and golden eyes that faded to red with white pupils. His  physique suggested that he was incredibly strong and he had an overjoyed smile on his face.
“Anuie!” I screamed. I dropped my scroll and ran over to embrace my brother in a hug. “Why!? Why didn’t you come see me sooner?!” I cried. He laughed joyfully, rubbing the back of my head. “Forgive me, (Y/n) Chan! I was just so busy I didn’t get the chance to come visit you,”
I sniffled. I looked over at his companion and he put his hand on my back. “Kyojuro, I’d like you to meet my younger sister, (Y/n).” He raised his arm toward him and looked at me. “(Y/n), I’d like you to meet my friend. Rengoku Kyojuro.”
I straightened myself and bowed respectfully. “It is an honour to meet you, Rengoku san.” He in turn stood up straight. “It is an honour to finally meet my dear friend’s family! He talks about you quite often!” Sawao waved his hands frankly. “Kyojuro san..!”
“Really!? What did he say!?” I asked giddily. To think he would talk about me to his fellow demon slayers! “He tells me you are extremely beautiful and that you are the one who made him his Hoari. He speaks so fondly of you that many of us wish to meet you! I am so fortunate to be the first!” I blush at his words.
“R-Rengoku san..”
“Anuie sama!”
We turn to the door to see Mikako, in her newest kimono, trying to look as innocent as she can. “Mikako.” Sawao replies. A blank expression covers his face as she arrives. Kyojuro however smiles wider. “Sawao! You didn’t tell me you had another sister! She is just as gorgeous as (Y/n) here!”
I swallowed. This was going so well, why did she have to show up? “Oh my? Thank you, good sir! And who might you be?” She sang gracefully. Unfortunately, Rengoku was falling for her act. “Rengoku Kyojuro!”
She giggled. “Agawa Mikako~” 
My brother turned to face me. “I’m sorry (Y/n). Please meet us at the restaurant.” And with that, Sawao dragged Kyojuro away and out of the estate. I followed them and stopped by the door. I see Rengoku wave and I wave back, smiling.
When he turns around, I feel a pull at my hair. “Stupid Sow!” MIkako grabs me by the roots of my scalp and throws me into the flower bed. “Wipe that smile off your face! He was obviously waving at me!” She then proceeded to pick up dirt and throw it at me. “Don’t think for a minute that anyone would spare you a second glance! You’re a fat ugly cow!”
Before I can bite back, mother comes out of the house. “Goodness! What’s going on here?”
 “Hahaoya! (Y/n)’s playing in the flower bed!” It didn’t take long for my mother to come and yank me from my place. “Stupid child! Why would you do something as idiotic as that!? Now we need to get the gardener-”
I blocked out the ensuing noise of my mothers screams, telling me I was the worst thing that happened to this family. All I could see was my sister snickering by the ruined flower bed as I’m dragged inside the mansion.
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After that unfortunate occurrence I was able to wash up and meet the boys down at the restaurant. We sat and ate the food while I asked them about their adventures as demon slayers. My brother had been taken under the wing of Kuwajima Jigar, the former thunder Hashira and had learned the art of thunder breathing.
Rengoku on the other hand had come from a long line of flame Hashiras and intended to become the next one. It was eye opening and broadened my vision. Sawao and Kyojuro came to town because of a recent massacre that occurred at the Osaki homestead just on the outskirts of the village.
They believe it is the work of a demon and that it could still be there.
“UMAI!”
I almost choked on my ebi prawns when Rengoku let out that roar. He stuck his chopsticks into his bowl and chewed on a piece of seasoned pork before screaming “UMAI!” again. I look over at my brother who has a rather large sweat mark on the side of his head, “Why is he shouting, Anuie?” I ask quietly.
He waves his hand. “It's just what he does… He believes that shouting umai makes the food taste better..” I don’t think that’s how food works…
But as I looked over at Rengoku who seemed to be thoroughly enjoying his food, I put some more food into my mouth and yelled. “UMAI!” Rengoku looked over at me,  my cheeks were full of food and red from the embarrassment I put myself in. He ate some more food before shouting “UMAI!” I followed his lead.
“UMAI!”
“UMAI!”
“UMAI!”
“Everyone please! We’re in a restaurant…!” Sawao begged nervously.
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As night approached, we exited the restaurant. “Well, it's time for me and Kyojuro to head on over!” I grabbed him by his hoari and leaned in close to him.  It had been torn from time to time but looked like he had someone fix and mend it. It smelt clean and not like dirt or blood. “Do you wear it in battle?” I ask.
He nods. “Yep, because you made it, it gives me great luck!” I look up at my dear sweet older brother, anxiety fills my heart as I notice a scar on his nose. “Please be careful Anuie.” I look over at the flame breathing user. “And you two Rengoku san!”
He folds his arms and continues smiling. “Thank you for the concern (Y/n) san! You have no need to worry though! We will come back safely!” I smile in response to Rengoku’s positivity. Sawao makes a surprised face and begins to root through his pockets. “Oh yeah! I almost forgot to give you something (Y/n) Chan!” He pulls out a gorgeous spider lily hairpin. 
It looked like the real thing but it was shaped with wire and made with a crimson resin. Three separate lines of rubies dangled down from the hairpin itself, Giving it a sophisticated look. “Oh Anuie! It's so beautiful!” I gasp. This is the first piece of jewellery I had ever received and I couldn’t have been happier.
My brother smiles and pats my head. “We must be leaving now, Go home (Y/n), I will contact you as soon as I’m back.” He stepped away. He and Rengoku nod at each other as they both start to sprint towards their destination.
I turned on my feet and began to walk home. I twirled the hairpin in my hand and smiled. I like to imagine what I’d look like with my hair up and the pin in. Would I be gorgeous? Would I look pretty? Would I-
“Who gave you that hairpin!? Did you steal one of mine again!? Give it to me!”
I stopped in my tracks. As soon as I get home, Mikako will probably see it and try to take it from me! She will tell mom and dad that I stole another one of her hairpins and force me to give it to her. They buy her so many accessories like hairpins as such, they don’t remember half of them and think I did steal it
No.
No way.
There's absolutely no way that she's getting her hands on this! I won’t let her, I gaze over at the higher class housing district, yes, Life is easy. I eat everyday, I have a nice futon to return to and I get to go to school. But my house doesn’t feel like a home. It feels more like a prison.
I don’t want to go home.
I turn around and head in the opposite direction where all the shops and services areas are. There's only one way into this town and that's by the gate. I go by the townsfolk blowing out the lights and closing down the stalls.
The lights by the gates remain lit thankfully. I pass the gate and walk halfway down the stone step. I sit down and gaze at the sky. A myriad of stars decorate the night sky and the moon shines brightly. I smile to myself and whisper “Kon'ya wa tsuki ga sutekidesu” to no one in particular.
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I feel groggy and my body is cold. My eyes are heavy when I open them but I resist the urge to close them. I fell asleep on the stone steps, no wonder I was so cold! I shivered and felt something in my hand, I had clung on to the hair pin Sawao gave me.
I rub my eyes with my free hand and stand up, stretching my arms and legs. I let out a yawn as my bones crack uncomfortably. My neck felt extremely sore from sleeping on it lopsided. I really needed to get home. I’m positive everyone will be asleep  by now. I could find a place to hide my hair pin within that time-
“Uuuuuuggggghhhhhh”
I snapped my head towards a figure stumbling out of the woods. I couldn’t see them at first since they were mascaraed by the shadows of the tall trees. Once they were within the moon's light, I could see what looked to be a young man, the same age as Sawao. He was gripping the side of his neck and his clothes had been dyed red. He was injured.
“Sir! Are you okay?!” I ran down the steps and sprinted over to him, his hair was matted and covered his face. He had terrible cuts and bruises all over his body. “Sir! You don’t look well! You need to see a doctor!” I take his muscled arm and try to pull him along.
But he would move, he was like a buddha statue, heavy and unmoving. No matter how hard I pulled, he wouldn’t walk. “Please sir! You need to see a physician-”
“Shut up.”
I was startled by how deep his voice was. Then My eyes lingered on his body. His cuts and bruises were healing at a rapid rate and when I saw his hands, I was petrified.  On each finger, there was a sharp claw. The type of flesh shredding claw you only hear about in stories.
I let go of him and back away slowly. “I-I’m sorry..” He lifted his head and his hair moved from his face. His teeth were oh so sharp and his eyes were like that of a snake. A silted pupil. “What's wrong?” He asked, tilting his head, cracking his neck.
“You’re not scared of lil’ ol me? Are you?” He stalked closer to me and I continuously backed away. “P-Please! Please don’t! Please I beg of you!” He grabbed me by the neck and hoisted me into the neck. All the blood left my face and I struggled for air.
“Those damn demon slayers drove me out and now I’m starving! Nothing personal, kid! Although I must say, you might’ve grown into quite the beauty. It's unfortunate I need to eat!” He opened his big ugly maw and there I saw all his sharpened teeth. This was it! This is where I die. Sawao! Rengoku! Please help!
“Thunder Breathing! Fifth Form: Heat Lighting!”
Not even a second later, My brother came dashing forward, sword in hand and slashed the demon’s arm off, releasing me from his grip. “(Y/n)! RUN!”  But I couldn’t move. I was frozen in my place.
“YOU’RE MINE” The demon screamed as he reached out to me with his other arm.
“(Y/N)!!!”
I was pushed out of the way and I landed in the dirt.
I heard a squish sound, like minced meat being pulverized. I turned around and there it all unfolded.
“Gah! Urgh!” My brother stood there, His sword half way through the demon’s neck and the demon's arm in the gut of my older brother's abdomen. “Stupid sword’s man! This is the end of the line for you!” He cackled, removing his appendage from my brother’s gut and pushing him to the ground.
“SAWAO!!! NOOOOO!!!!!!” I screamed, racing over to him and shielding him from his attacker. “PLEASE! Don’t kill my big brother! Leave us alone!” I cried.
 The demon started laughing at us though, as if it were some funny joke to him. “Aww but your precious ‘Oni-chan’ is already dying. Tell you what, ‘Sawao’ kun, Instead of killing you right here and now, I’ll give you pleasure watching your cute little Imoto become a woman.”
The demon then proceeded to grab me again. “NO! Get away from her!” It only giggled at his response.
“Please Stop-!”
“Flame Breathing! First Form: Unknowing Fire!”
Rengoku came through the forest at rapid speed and took the demon’s hair clean off. “NOOO!!!” It roared. The demon released me from its grasp and fell to the ground, not moving.  I scoot away from it as its body slowly starts to disintegrate.
“(Y/n)! Are you hurt!?” Rengoku bent down next to me to check for any wounds. “Hm, you had a close call.” I sniffled and pointed over at Sawao. “My-my Anuie!..H-he-”
We scuffle over to my brother and watch as he lay dying. “B-brother! Anuie! I’m so sorry!” I sobbed into his chest, he raises his hand and caresses my cheek. “It's ok. Please don’t...cry…” He said with a gentle smile. I continued to cry, no matter how many times I wiped away the tears, more came to replace them.
“Saving you.... Was always something I was gonna put first… that what it means.... To be a demon slayer…” He coughed out blood and his face was turning paler and paler. “Hold on Sawao! Kakushi are on their way! You will be saved!” Rengoku stated. Sawao shook his head.
“Please Kyojuro, don’t give her false hope…” He took his hand off his wound, it was painted crimson scarlet. “Thank you..for being my friend..” He said soundly. He then turned to me and pulled me down to meet him. He kissed my forehead and sighed.
“You were always my favourite sister… Please, know your worth...and be good to yourself.... I love you…. (Y/n)…” He uttered. Then his hand fell from my cheek...and his soul passed on.
“SAWAO!!!”
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His funeral was a quiet one. He was buried with our grandfather at the old cemetery. My parents nor my sister said anything at all. Maybe it was the fact that Rengoku was there too. We were the last ones to see him alive after all. And I know my family wouldn’t want to cause drama with guests around.
He was buried in his uniform and with his sword. I clung onto his Hoari, folded in my hands as he was lowered into the ground and buried. My family didn’t stay long. Me and Rengoku just stayed there, unmoving. “I sent a crow to headquarters. They’ll make him a tombstone there so that we may remember him.” Rengoku stated. I turn around and stare at him in his uniform.
All I can see is Sawao.  Three years ago, he left home to train as a demon slayer and kill demons. They took many of his friends, friends he wouldn’t see again. I wore the red spider lily hairpin today, praying silently that one day I would meet my brother again in the next life. That black uniform that all the demon slayers wore.
With the kanji ‘destroy’
Only now after three years do I realise why my brother wanted to don that uniform. Not for the sake of endless revenge. But to ensure that what happened to him doesn’t happen to anyone else. He died saving me, yet that smile on his face and the look in his eyes.
Given the choice, he would probably do it all over again. Not just for me but for anyone else that was at the end of a demon’s teeth. “Rengoku san…” I uttered quietly …
He sat down beside me on the path, I clung to Sawao haori and held back my tears. “Could...Could I ever be as strong as Sawao..? Could I ever live up to his name …?” I voice through my shakiness. Rengoku puts his hand on my shoulder and I peep over him.
“Sawao did what he did because he was a demon slayer. He would want you to live your life as you saw fit. Sawao was as strong and great as his fellow demon slayers. He would want you to take pride in your own strength and what you do with it is up to you..”
With that, I dried my eyes and stood up with Rengoku.
I had made my decision.
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I got an old bag and began to pack my things. Nothing much, just spare clothes, Sawao’s old clothes. Where I’m going, I won’t need kimonos. I folded up the map that I had memorized and put it in my pocket. I sit by the mirror and comb my dark hair and put it in a low bun. I slid Sawao’s hairpin in and put on his mended Haori. I had on his old clothes, hakama and all.
I looked myself up and down in the mirror and I knew it was time. I picked up my sack and left my bedroom, not looking back. I exited the mansion I unfortunately ran into Mikako. She was playing with a Temari ball with her friends. She took one look at me and snorted. 
“Where do you think you’re going? Dressed like that? The circus?” Her friends giggled at her ‘joke’. I just ignored her and walked past. She aimed the ball at my head but I quickly caught it. The rage I felt of being tormented by her for all these years finally exploded and I threw the ball right at her!
I hit her square in the face and all her friends gasped dramatically. Her crocodile tears activate as she screams for our parents. “CHICHIUE! HAHAOYA! (Y/n) HURT me!” Of course, they came out in an instant to come to their baby's aid.
“(Y/n)! How could you act so unladylike! Such improper behavior! And what are you wearing!?” My mother shouted. My father butted in and realised what I was doing. “Where do you think you're going!?” He said dangerously, grinding his teeth together.
“I’m going to join the demon slayer corp.” I said sternly and proudly. My father pointed his finger at me. “Don’t you think about it! Or I’ll-” 
“Or you’ll what? Lock me up? You never cared about me then, why care for me now?” I demanded. He was taken aback by my outburst. “(Y/n)! Apologise to your Father and your sister and come back inside!” My mother demanded. I look her in the eyes. “No, Goodbye Hahaoya, Chichiue, Ane san. The next time you see me. I will be a demon slayer.”
I left the estate with my parents screaming at me to come back. I had a long way to travel in order to get to Kuwajima Jigoro’s residence. I will learn Thunder Breathing and I shall honour my brother.
I will do this.
Not just for myself and Sawao,
But for Rengoku san,
Next time he sees me, I will be a respected member he can depend on.
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“明宏....” I groaned, biting my lip as I dragged the small blade across my skin, carving the kanji of my recently deceased friend. Akihiro was a good man. He had a mom and a little brother waiting for him to return home. Home he would return, in a body bag that is.
“松子...”  I carved her name to the best of my ability. Matsuko was a sweet girl. One of the first girls I met when I became part of the organisation. We used to go on a lot of missions together and then we would get together for food. I heard that her body was so mangled they couldn’t open an open casket for her.
“安央..!”Yasuhiro was reckless and bold. He and I met in the final selection. When he came out, he acted cocky like the whole process meant nothing to him. He confessed to me three months ago but I turned him down. I only had one man in my heart. I was told that his body had been split down the middle.
 It had been three years since I left home to join the demon slayer corps and three years since the death of my beloved Anuie, Sawao. My hand goes to my collar bone where I carved his name. My top half is naked. I look at myself in the mirror and all the names I’ve carved into my skin. So far I had twenty two names carved in.
When I first joined, I didn’t think I would make any friends. Mikako would always tell lies and people would laugh at me just as she wanted them to. I also spent a year and a half with Kuwajima sensei. Hardening myself and learning the art of thunder breathing. The minute he saw my Haori, he knew who I was.
He wasn’t gentle by any means. He’d pummel his fist into my head day in and day out until I learned what he taught me. He would train and fight with me until my bones ached, til my lungs were set on fire and till my heart burst out of my chest.
After I passed final selection, I was solely focused on bettering myself and killing as many demons as I could. I didn’t expect to make any friends. But when they started dying like flies, I thought I was going crazy.
Maybe this was the kami’s way of telling me that I wasn’t supposed to have friends. That I wasn’t meant to be loved. It drove me insane. So much so, All their faces became one and that one became none. I became so deathly afraid of forgetting them so one night, I took the smallest and sharpest blade I could find and began to carve their names into my skin.
I do this so I can always remember them, I do this so I will never forget them.
I hear the flapping of wings and I look over to see my crow enter my room through the room.. “Agawa sama! New mission! New mission! You are to head to a town south west of here! Young adults have been going missing!” He squawks annoyingly.
 I sigh and begin to bandage the fresh carvings on my side. I’ve been a demon slayer for a year and a half and through all my grueling training and work, I’ve secured my rank as a Hinoto. Although I’m halfway on my journey to being a Kinoe, I am an accomplished demon slayer with about nineteen kills under my belt.
One of the many things I learn as a Demon Slayer is that the minute you hesitate, someone dies.  Maybe that's the reason I was able to live so long.
After I buttoned up the top half of my uniform, I put my hair in a low bun with the same spider lily hairpin my brother gave me all those years ago. I slide on the Haori I made all those years ago and dip my finger into some rouge. I wipe it across my lips, painting them red.
I had recently grown accustomed to putting on makeup. It made me feel like a different person. Not the silly little girl who got her brother killed. Once I look at my completed look, I feel like the woman who's on her way to becoming a Hashira.
I remember a year ago, I heard of the newest flame Hashira coming to power. He came from the oldest bloodline that produced all the flame Hashira and that he always had a big smile on his face. I knew who he was. As soon as I heard that news, I worked as quickly as possible to better myself. After my brother’s funeral, he was off again. A demon slayer’s duty is never done of course.
Rengoku must have been working so hard. The thought of seeing him again makes my heart beat quickly. I want him to see me and be proud of me. It’s because of him that I am where I’m at today. If he hadn’t inspired me to use my strength, I’d still probably be living at that house.
Speaking of my family. After I left, the villagers were left to gossip. I was made out to be a hero of sorts. The girl whose brother was tragically killed by a man eating demon and left home to honour him and fight the demons in his stead. I was the proud and honourable daughter of the Agawa Clan. When I came home two years later, my parents' attitude immediately changed.
All the villagers would usually gossip about the beautiful Mikako (that hasn’t changed.) But when word got out about me, They flocked to my parents, praising them for raising such a strong and noble daughter. Only then did they acknowledge me. Asking me if I wanted a new kimono or if I was interested in getting a new piece of jewellery.
Unfortunately, they have yet to realise that money can’t buy love. So of course I rejected their offers. Mikako on the other hand had become more and more bitter. Of course she grew more and more beautiful with suitors coming and going. But if the townsfolk had to pick who they respected more, then I was the obvious choice.
She would come at me with petty insults and harsh jabs. But at the end of the day, they were just words. A broken arm is much worse than having your feelings hurt. With that being said. She once tried to hit me while my back was turned, I stopped her assault and threatened to break her arm if she ever tried to put her hands on me again.
Now of course, it's against the rules to hurt innocent humans, but she doesn’t need to know that, nor does anyone else. Needless to say, she didn’t try anything like that ever again. I don’t stay for long anyways. Duty always calls.
I get up and strap my nichirin blade to my belt. It's time to hunt some demons.
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I finally reached the town. It was quite busy, lots of people were scrambling about, doing work. I heard a squawk from above. I look up to see my crow circling me in the air. “Hidetsugu! What is it now?” I yell. He soars towards me and I lift my arm for him to rest on. “Squawk! Squawk! I forgot to mention! On this mission, you’ll be assisting a Hashira assigned to this case! Squawk!”
“A Hashira? Why would a Hashira need my assistance?”  I ask. But the damn bird starts pecking. “Squawk! Squawk! It is not your job to ask questions! It is your job to follow orders! Squawk! Squawk!” I smack him away in one fell swoop. “Peck me again and I’ll tear out all your feathers! One at a time!” I scold, fixing my hair. “Anyways, where do I find this Hashira? Is he somewhere in town?”
“Squawk! Squawk! Follow me!” He flies further into the town and I run to keep up with him. Sometimes I wish for a quieter bird. One that wouldn’t do my head in every five minutes. I also wonder, who is this Hashira I’ll be working with? I’d be getting my hopes too high if it were him. But to be truthful, I have never met a Hashira before, well excluding Kuwajima sensei.
Hidetsugu finally leads me to a restaurant. He perches himself on the slander roof. “Squawk! Squawk! He awaits inside!” I nod and make my way inside. It's crowded and full of people. A woman shuffles over holding a tray. “Welcomes dearest customer! Will you be eating alone or are you here with friends?”
I fix my haori and look around the establishment. “You could say that, I’m looking for someone with a uniform similar to mine.” She puts her tray under her arm and points her arm over to the private room. “Oh why yes, One of the guests is expecting company. Please follow me.”
She leads me to the back rooms, this was probably the v.i.p. Area. I wouldn’t expect less of a Hashira. They’re the most well paid within the organisation. I could smell the food from every direction and it made my stomach tighten in response. It made me realize just how hungry I was.
“UMAI!”
The ground shook. The poor woman almost fell over but I quickly caught her. “Umai! Umai! Umai!” The voice from down the hall continued to bark. “I do apologize! He’s been like this ever since his food arrived.” She bowed. That voice though, I remember it so well. Though it sounds deeper and more manlier.
“Please miss, let us hurry then.” I request. We walk with haste down to the room and the doors are opened by the woman.
There he was. The same man that inspired and encouraged me to become a Demon slayer. He looks a lot older now. Much taller. His body is more defined and muscled. His fiery hair is much longer and he has grown much more handsome with age.
“I’ll bring you some supper to miss.” I step inside and she closes the doors behind me. Finally, the man in question stops eating and looks at me. “Hm?” He puts his plate and chopsticks down and puts his hands on his lap. “So, You must be the Hinoto assigned to assist me.”
“Y-yes! Rengoku sama!” I drop to my knees and bow to him, my forehead touching the tatami floor. My heart is thumping in my chest and my legs feel weak. This is truly a most special and glorious day, to be reunited with him made my heart swell and my cheeks flush. I felt like I could die right here and still be the happiest and luckiest girl on the planet.
“Hahahaha! Come now! No need to bow like that! Although I must admit, what has got you so flustered young one?” I look up and I see his smile. His smile hadn’t changed. It was still big and filled with joy and wonder. How can a man who's so powerful and dangerous look so happy and gleeful all the time?
“I wouldn't expect you to remember me Rengoku sama, after all you are a Hashira and always busy. But we met three years ago. You were friends with my brother Sa-” He holds his hands up. “Hold on a minute, young one! Please sit up so I can see you properly!” I did as he commanded.
I feel his eyes caress my being, observing me from top to bottom. Did he ask me to sit still so he could admire me? “Your face, that hairpin and Haori.. Agawa (Y/n)! Sawao’s sister, am I correct?” I feel my face redden even more. “Y-Yes! I am!”
He laughs as he points to the other end of the table. “Hahaha! As I suspected! Come sit!” I scuttle over to the other end and remove my katana, placing it beside the table. “I’m so honoured that you remember me, Rengoku sama.” I bow my head to show him the respect he deserved.
“Enough! Enough! I’m flattered you would grace me in such a manner. So tell me. What have you been up to for the past three years?” I placed both my hands in my lap and looked off to the side, both my cheeks were painfully red as I still couldn’t believe I was right next to my idol and saviour. “I spent the first year and a half training under the former thunder Hashira. I’ve slayed many demons and I’ve been training everyday so I can be stronger…” 
He seemed happy with my development. “That's fantastic! It’s always refreshing to see such people like yourself aspire to newer heights! Tell me, how is your family? Are they well?” Well that put a damper on my cheerful mood. I roll my eyes, “They’re fine I guess.”
The shoji doors open and the woman comes in with a tray with my food. “Here you are Miss, please enjoy the food.” I reach into my pockets to get my pouch. “Here, let me pay you now.”  But Rengoku holds up his hand again. “You needn’t worry. Put her order on my tab! I’ll happily pay!” Before I can protest, the woman nods and leaves the room.
“Rengoku sama! You didn’t need to do that. I would have happily paid for it myself!” I argue flustered. But he laughs. “Nonsense! This is the least I could do! Your presence alone gives me joy. Let us eat and discuss our plan of attack!” My presence gives him joy? My presence? Gives him joy? I felt like squealing in delight!
“Y-yes Rengoku sama!”
“What seems to be the matter (Y/n)? Your face is extremely red? Are you perhaps sick with a fever?”
“N-Not at all!”
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As night fell, we left the restaurant and discussed what we needed to do. Many young adults had been taken over night. Male and female. They are reports of people being dragged into the forest by other young adults. When confronted, those adults would have a rather dull expression. A tired expression as if they had been kept up for hours on end and would become violent if you interfered.
Those same adults who were captured and brought in for questioning would not answer. They would become hostile and attack you next. One officer interrogated a male under the same type of hypnosis. The only thing he said was. “Back, I need to go back.” They couldn’t get anything else out of him.
They sent a search party for the missing one morning, they climbed to the top of a mountain, there they found a cave. There were noises of moans and groans of young lovers and then the growl and roar of a fearsome creature. No one was brave enough to enter the cave.
And that’s why we were called in.
Tonight, we would head up the mountain, go into the cave, kill the demon and rescue the survivors. We get to the forest and Rengoku stands before me. “Are you ready, (Y/n)? We have a long trail to embark on!” His Haori flutters in the wind, no other article of clothing could have suited this man better, it was fit for a king and the man in front of me exuded dominance and power. “After you Rengoku sama!” I bow.
He folded his arms and hmphed. “I see! Off to battle with us then!” We both broke into a sprint. Three years ago, I would never have imagined being able to keep up with someone like Rengoku. But I kept a steady pace. We ran through tall grass and ducked under tree branches. Jumping over puddles, builders and logs. 
The more we ran uphill, the air got thinner but thanks to my training and the months I used to learn total concentration breathing, I’m able to keep my breath. “Rengoku sama! What shall we do when we locate the survivors?”  We jump onto a small rift and proceed to make haste towards our destination. “There’s a great possibility that the demon we’re dealing with is one of the twelve Kizuki! I will face the demon head on! You will escort the survivors to safety!”
Soon enough, we locate the cave, I run for it but I feel a strong hand grab the back. “(Y/n)! Wait!” He pulls me beside him, behind a bus. I feel his chest against my back and my face flushes red! I can feel his abs and his firm hard chest. “Rengoku sama..!” I squeak.
“Look.” I peek over the bush and there I see a humongous demon! He was about eight feet tall, muscled and hideous. The only thing on his face was a big wide mouth. And two horns protruded where the eyes should be. “You go now. And don’t come back until you bring fresh meat.” A group of young men and women, older than Rengoku and I, walk out from the cave. Three of them were men while the other two were girls.
There are marks all over their bodies. Bruises and something else I recognise. Hickies. I know from all the times I go visit home. Mikako always had a new boy toy over to play the ‘innocent virgin’ with. She loved it when they kissed her neck because it was ‘Oh so sensitive’. What was funny was that mom and dad still thought she was still a virgin.
They all had tired looks on their expressions, lazy even. But the way their bodies moved quickly down a nearby trail was baffling. What was even more baffling was that their eyes glowed purple. “Interesting. It seems like whoever this demon is, he has them under some kind of compulsion spell.” Rengoku commented. I spy the demon as he turns around with his back to the outside world. “Rengoku sama, This demon at the cave, with the way he’s facing. I think he’s trying to keep whatever’s inside from coming out.”
“He scratched his chin while observing the demon. “You may be correct. There are many types of demons. I don't think he's the one compelling all those people. The caster must be deeper inside the cave.” We stand up and come out from the bush. “This demon is quite large. I should be able to deal with it myself but…”
“But?” I questioned.
He turns around to focus on me. “I am curious to see you in action (Y/n). So this is what we’ll do.
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Rengoku struts over to the large demon and yells. “Good evening foul creature!” It spins around and sees the flame Hashira standing before him. “What!? A demon slayer!?” It yells. Rengoku stands bravely with his arms folded and his grin present. “You seem to be holding some innocent people captive! I will be taking them all home now if you don’t mind!”
The demon burst into a print and charged at him. “FOOL! We will never let you leave alive!” The massive creature rushed forward and reached out a massive arm towards him. Rengoku with reflexes quicker than the eye unsheathed his sword and slashed at the demon. “Flame breathing. Second Form: Rising Scorching Sun!”
Half of the demon’s arm was sliced off instantly. He reeled back in shock. “What!? How-!?”
“Thunder breathing: First form: Thunderclap and Flash!”
I zoom forward with incredible speed from my hiding place and slice the demon's head off in a single slice. It screams in horror and surprise. Its head rolls off its shoulders and body falls to the ground, slowly disintegrating. I huff in relief and put my sword back in its sheath. 
“Amazing work (Y/n)! I must say I am thoroughly impressed!” he barks. He comes over to me and lays his hand on my shoulder, I shiver with joy at the contact. “I see you’ve mastered total concentration breathing. A sound feat.” I turn around and bow to him. “T-thank you Rengoku sama! Y-your words of-kindness are wasted on m-me!” I stutter.
He laughs at my nervousness and turns back around to the cave. “Come now! We needn’t waste time here. There are still many people who we must rescue!” I stand up straight and nod my head. “Yes! Of course!”
We then make a break for the cave. We run inside and are confronted with lower rank demons. “We heard Chobyo scream. So your his killers! Mistress Madoka told us to stop anyone who gets past Chobyo!” They all rush forward.
Me and Rengoku took out our nichirin blades and began our slaughter. A dance of Thunder and Flames. We slashed and sliced. Chopped and diced our way through. I fell in love with the dance as we spilled more and more blood. The demon's screams were like a twisted melody as me and Rengoku continued fighting like it was a choreographed dance and this cave was our stage.
We kept running and fighting, sprinting and killing demons till we came to a fork in our path. “Damn! Which way do we go!?” I voiced. Before Rengoku could answer, we saw another herd of demons barreling our way from the left. “(Y/n)! Go down the right! I take on these demons! I will catch up!”
I nod and race down the right path. Surprisingly, there were no demons. I thought it was quite odd that there seemed to be a hundred demons on the left and none on the right. The circumstances seemed fishy to me but I had no time to question it.
I keep running till I see a light at the end of the tunnel, I slow down and hide behind a large boulder. “That’s right.... Everyone..! Enjoy yourselves.... It’ll be your last night on earth..” I heard an array of sounds. The moans and groans of people entangled in intimacy… the cries and sobs of hopeless souls and... the growls and grumbles of a demon.
I peer over from my hiding spot and I see something dastardly. There were cages over at the very back of the room. It was filled with people a few years older than myself. girls were cuddled up to each other, crying their eyes out, their expressions were ones of pure terror. The men were by themselves, hugging their knees or shaking on the bars. They had been utterly traumatised by something. They were all covered in blood, not their own but rather others that had been splashed onto them.
In the center of the room, was something I thought I’d never see.
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It was too late to cover my eyes, I have already seen it all! In all my life, I had never witnessed anything so scandalous! Men and women alike were disrobed and engaging in all sorts of acts of intimacy. One girl casually rode a man, her kimono bundled around her waist while her breasts bounced and the man’s ‘manhood’ could be seen through her stomach as he rearranged her guts.
I tore my eyes away from them and gazed upon my target sitting on a large chair, gazing down upon these people like it was all one big show. The woman had long hair with flowers growing from her scalp. She had strange markings all over her skin like veins. She dressed like an Oiran and her nails were extremely long and pointy. But what stood out to me the most was she had only a singular eye on one side of her face, the other empty socket had a flower growing out of it.
The eye she had left read- ‘lower three’
Rengoku was right! We’re dealing with one of the twelve Kizuki!
The female demon’s eye was opened, she gazed down at all the young lovers as they continued their sexual intercourse. “Some of you better pick up the tempo or your necks are gonna go Snap! Snap!” She cackled. They immediately started going faster and harder with each other.
Their eyes glowed purple and their expressions were ones of bliss and pleasure. Wait, hold on.. Lower three’s eye was also a shade of purple.. Of course! She was behind the compulsion! She hypnotised all these people to engage in sex. These guys have no idea what's actually happening!
I wrap my calloused fingers around the handle of my blade and slowly pulled it from its sheath-
“Hey there stranger.. What are you doing back here..? I slowly turned around to see a girl standing behind me. Her hair was disheveled. Her glowing purple eyes held dark bags underneath like she hadn’t slept in weeks. Her kimono was covered in creases and hung around her shoulders. Her skin was littered in hickies and bruises. 
“Shit…” I curse as she gets down on her knees and crawls over to me. “Mistress Madoka says we must have enjoyed ourselves…” She gets closer and tries to mount me but I aim my foot for the center of her chest and kick. “Get off me!” I say in a hush voice but she cries out at my attack. I said her hurling 5 feet back and her scream echoes off the wall of the caves.
“Well, what do you have here..?” I turn around and hold my sword in place. The demon rises from her seat and makes her way over. People stop what they’re doing and make way for her. “A demon slayer! Tell me little one, have you come to join the adults..?” Her voice is sultry and seductive as if she were a siren trying to lure me to my death.
“These people aren’t in they’re right mind, are they? They’re only doing...this! is because you're compelling them! Aren't you!?” I scream. The demon chuckles and pets a young man’s head, he shivers in joy as if believing that he enjoys it. “I do so enjoy watching young lovers make ‘love’. At such an age where they’re so full of vigor and passion! The young ones really do give all they can to satisfy each other, so full of love and compassion. It will be the last thing they feel before I swallow them whole..”
The crying youths sob and cry harder when they heard they’re fates come from the demon’s mouth
“I don’t wanna die! Please help us!”
“Kami sama! Please forgive me! I can’t die like this!”
“Otou-san! Oka-san! Please come get me!”
“I’m gonna wake up tomorrow… and this is all just gonna be one bad dream…”
“We’re doomed! Finished! We’re all gonna die! ALL OF US!”
 “Fantastic. Now you’ve just got them all riled up now.” She groaned as if I had just woken up a baby. I was visibly shaking, not in fear but in anger. My teeth clenched before I gripped my sword harder. “You are disgusting! No- You’re a parasite! A DISEASE! Forcing these people to fulfill your sick voyeuristic fantasy is appalling! You are one of the most unpleasant demons I had the displeasure of meeting! I’ll kill you and free these people from your wicked spell!!” I proclaim.
 “Very well, COME AT ME!” Veins popped out of skin and grew in size. They zoomed over towards me and I changed my breathing. ”Thunder Breathing: Fifth Form: Heat Lighting!” I slash at the oncoming veins. “Impressive, demon slayer! Show me more!” She used her long purple veins like whips and began to swing them at me.
I used my nichirin to deflect and cut them down with each strike. She aimed them at my feet and I backflipped away from them, landing on my feet just in time to cut down the next set of veins flying for my face. “A young and invigorating girl like yourself would’ve had so much fun here with me and my friends! Most unfortunate that I must kill you now!”
 Her eye glowed and  I was instantly captivated. “What are you doing!?” I yelled. she grinned and spoke. “I just had a thought! Why should I kill you? You’re in my grasp now, killing you would be a waste. Instead, I think I’ll turn you into one of my marionettes, then you can have as much fun as you desire. Now, Drop the sword..”
I could feel myself being compelled by her foul sorcery. My mind was telling me to drop the sword but my heart was telling me to not let go. My fingers were in a constant war. Trying to decide whether to listen to my brain or my heart. “Hmm. You are a tough one, aren’t you? I guess I’ll just tell you one more time. Drop. The. Sword.” Her forehead was against mine and my heart was beating faster and faster. 
My fingers were getting looser and looser. I couldn’t drop the sword. I can’t drop the sword! “When you drop it, I’ll be sure to-” She was cut off by a sudden flash of fire. “Flame breathing: Third Form: Blazing Universe!” Rengoku came zooming down the cave and toward us. I was pushed out of the way as he slashed at the lower three’s eye. “AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!” She screamed. She stumbled back, holding her now destroyed eye.
I look around to see all the sexually active survivors snap out of their spell. At first, they were confused as to what was happening, then they all screamed out at the realization of what they had done or rather, what the demon had compelled them to do. They cried and screamed. Waking up to find that you were sexually assaulted and raped. I couldn’t imagine what that was like. “(Y/n)! Hurry! I will distract the demon, take the survivors and escape!” I got up and ran over to the cages.
I broke all the locks and opened the cages. “EVERYONE! Follow me!” Everyone got up and followed me. I kept my sword out to kill any demons I came across. As we ran, we just stumbled upon the decaying and disintegrating corpses of demons. Rengoku must have taken care of them. I saw many people fall over but there was always someone ready to help them up and they kept running.
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As we exit the cave, I look behind me to check if everyone is still there. “Is everyone present and accounted for!? Were there any survivors that the demon trapped elsewhere?” I questioned. One man, thin from hunger and incredibly shaken from the experience, raised his voice.
“U-um ..no. She kept us all together. We were ….” He stopped short on what he was trying to say. Everyone was staring. No at me though, it seems whatever caught their attention had then shaken.
“What..?” I looked behind me and I heard a snap.
I froze.
It was one of the men who had descended the mountain earlier. He was held up in the air by a strong arm. His neck was snapped and bent in an unnatural way, his face was white as all the life had been drained from him.
His jaw was flimsy, the cheeks had been ripped and his jaw was hanging loosely. His fingers were snapped. And his insides had been hanging out of his stomach.
The demon finally cranked his head in our direction and smirked. “Well, What do we have here?” He voiced. 
Everyone started screaming in panic. “ANOTHER DEMON!” One man screamed. “WE’RE ALL DEAD!” a girl screamed.
I grabbed the handle of my sword as he dropped the man’s body and arched his body towards me, there I got a proper look at him. The demon took the form of a tall and muscular young man with fair skin decorated by a pattern of thick blue lines, which resembled criminal tattoos from the Edo period.
had short, bright pink hair that fluffed out around his head, and inward-tilting yellow eyes with pink eyelashes and blue sclera that looked somewhat like cracked glass. But what caught my attention the most was the kanji for "Upper Rank Three" etched into their irises.
He walks forward on his bare feet, an evil grin on his face. “So. which one of you weaklings would like to die first?”
This demon was not only a member of the twelve Kizuki.. But he was part of the upper rank. The demons responsible for the deaths of the Hashira. Oh god. This is it. This is where I die. There's no way I can depend on Rengoku to come to my rescue again.
I can feel the fear radiate from the survivors, they’re as scared as I am, but. When I think of this fear in the depths of my stomach, telling me to run away, I think of Sawao. Would he run away?
Absolutely not.
He would stay and fight to his very last breath. And this is how I will honour him.
I will see my duty fulfilled!
“EVERYONE! MAKE A RUN FOR IT! GET TO THE BOTTOM OF THE MOUNTAIN!” I scream in my loudest and clearest voice so they can all hear me. I couldn’t let them mishear my instructions. Everyone ran to the left where the path down the mountain is, I could hear the terrorized and panicked screams as they escaped. I unsheathed my sword and direct it in the demon’s direction. “Your fight is with me!”
He had stopped in his tracks. “What’s this? A female swordsman? Can’t say I’ve had a woman challenge me before, they usually start running when I eat their sons and husbands.” I growl. I change my stance and my breathing. There’s no way I will be able to beat him in a fight. So, I will try to inflict as much damage as I can. I need to hold out until either Rengoku comes or the sun rises. I can’t let him reach the survivors.
So I breathe.
“Thunder Breathing! First Form: Thunder clap and Flash!” I zoom over and aim for his neck, he sidesteps and I am only able to slice off his ear. He spins around with a massive smirk. “What a magnificent attack! Your speed is incredible!” He praised as he rushed forward and aimed his fist at me. I blocked him with my blade but his punch had such force behind it that I’m sent flying back!
I land on my feet and he comes at me with another attack, I dodged by a hair and got into my next stance. “Thunder Breathing! Fourth Form: Distant Thunder!” Lightning struck down where the demon stood but he flipped away and spun in the air. “Destructive Death: Air Type!” 
He sent a fury of compressed air attacks my way, I ran and dodged the compressed air attack he sent my way. “Come now! Don’t you have any more attacks to use?” He laughed, mocking me. I spun on my feet and continued my advance. “Thunder Breathing! Sixth Form: Rumble and Flash!”
Flashes of lighting storm down in front of me, halting the compressed air attacks., I set them on the pink hair demon but he dodges them with ease. Only having a few fingers slashed off, but he was able to regrow them in a matter of seconds. “What an amazing form!”
I was about to commence my third form but the demon zoomed past my attacks and landed his fist on my lower ribs. I hear a crack and I let out a shriek of pain and shock. He was so fast, I didn’t even see him! I feel pain whirl up on my left side, and I fall forward.
I feel blood well up at the back of my throat before I cough it out. I felt a warm arm catch me in its grip. I look up to see the demon smiling down at me. “Heh.. You put up a good fight miss, But your power wasn’t enough-”
“AAAHHH!” I roar, swinging my sword toward him, He caught it with his bare hand, before smashing it to pieces. “No..” I choke, dropping the sword. He lays me down on the ground and strokes my head. “As I was saying. Your power isn’t enough. Your human body would’ve never been able to keep up with me. You never had a chance to win.”
I grimace at his gentle touches and cough. “ That wasn't the point, I wasn’t trying to kill you ….. I was trying to buy time for the survivors.... Living through this battle would’ve been… a mere luxury…”  I tried to move my arm so I could reach up and wipe the blood from my mouth. The demon himself, took his thumb and swiped it away,
“Even so, You did put up an incredible fight. You were indeed skilled, but you are still in your prime youth, you haven’t even reached your peak yet.” I was confused by what he said, why is he praising me? “Are you going to kill me..?” I uttered. He smirked and pressed his index finger against my forehead, keeping my head pinned to the ground, I groaned.
“Kill you? Such a thing has never crossed my mind. I’ll let you in on a little secret, I don’t eat women, not that I don’t think they taste good, women are very nutritious. But they are of the fairer sex. they’re far more delicate and I wouldn’t dare desecrate a woman's body.”
This stunned me. He didn’t eat women? How was he able to become an upper rank moon without eating women? But that’s not what puzzled me the most. “Then why did you bother to fight with me?! What was the point of it?!” I spurt. I keep a hand against my fractured ribs.
The upper three demons smile down at me with excitement. “Because you excite me!”
Eh?
“There’s nothing I enjoy more in this long life of mine than a good battle. I was planning on knocking you out and going after the flame hashira in the cave, but you came forward with that amazing attack of yours. If I were a lesser demon, you might’ve taken my head off. You are an incredible woman and an even more amazing fighter.”
He removes my hairpin and places it beside my head. He unravels my hair and I feel his fingers caress my scalp. I knew I should fear for my life, he could crush my skull at any moment but as he massaged the roots of my hair, I couldn’t help but feel relaxed.
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“Tell me, Young lady. What’s your name?” He looks into my eyes.
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“(Y/n)…” I moan, Looking into his golden eyes.
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“I am Akaza..” He replies.
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He picks up my  broken sword and puts it on my chest, grabbing my hand to have me grip it. “You will not die here, (Y/n). I see in you strength and ambition. Passion and power. I believe you have what it takes to become a Hashira. When you do, come find me. I wish to fight you again.”
He stands up and begins to walk away, I watch him retreat. He stops and looks back at me. “When we meet again, When you’ve overcome your limit...I’ll decide if you're worthy.”
What..?
Before I could query him for answers, He disappeared. I sigh in relief that he had left, although I can’t stop the black dots forming around my vision. I’m tired and I’m in so much pain. I change my breathing so I can try to ease the pain and stop the bleeding. My vision becomes darker and darker, and I’m starting to black out.
“(Y/n)!”
I hear a wonderful voice call out to me. He's okay.. I’m so grateful…
I can rest easy, knowing he is safe.....
“(Y/n)!”
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The morning rays peek through the curtains of the room I’m in. My eyes feel heavy but I pry them open with force. I’m in an unfamiliar room, a row of beds in order, all empty. I feel something heavy at the end of my bed. I look down to see Rengoku sitting on a stool, with his arms folded on the bed. He had his cape on which made me believe he had not left my side since the fight.
“R-Rengoku sama..?” I whimper. He opens his eyes at the sound of my voice and springs up. “(Y/n)!” He yells! I’m taken aback. He has his big smile back on his face with his arms folded with his chest broad. “I’m glad to see you awake! You made me pretty worried!”
I tried to sit up but he placed his hands on my shoulders to keep me down. What is with men trying to keep me pinned lately? “I wouldn’t move if I were you. Your ribs have been fractured, let me get Lady Kocho.”
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After a few minutes, I had the pleasure of meeting Lady Kocho Shinobu, the insect Hashira. She ran a few tests on my condition and came back with the results. “Well, the good news is. Your ribs haven’t punctured any fatal organs, sadly you will need a few weeks worth of bed rest.” I nod my head. “I understand. Thank you, lady Shinobu…” She smiles. “(Y/n), I was wondering. What was it that attacked you? Was it another demon?” Rengoku asked.
I pout and look down at my bedsheets. Should I tell him? Will he believe me? No Hashira has survived an upper moon but here I am, still breathing. “I… well…. It was a demon.” I answer. I twiddle my thumbs as he observes me, waiting for my answer. “He said his name was...Akaza…”  My mind was brought back to the very demon himself. I couldn’t help but feel insulted. He was an upper moon and had every opportunity to take me out.
But he didn’t, simply because I was a woman. “He…was a very strong demon. But he knew a Hashira was around so he escaped before you arrived, Rengoku-sama.” He shook his head. “Very good!” He smiled. He looked over at lady Kocho with the same smile. “Lady Kocho, Would you mind allowing us to have a minute alone please?”
She had a similar smile, more gentle and graceful. “Certainly, Just don’t get up to anything too crazy.” She left the room and shut the door behind her. ‘Anything too crazy’? What was that supposed to mean? “(Y/n)!” Rengoku boomed! I was startled by his sudden voice. “Y-yes? Rengoku sama?” I stuttered.
“Last night, you showed me what a capable and strong swordswoman you are! When we reached the bottom of the mountain, all of the survivors had been there, waiting for our return. They told me that you had gone to take on the demon while they escaped. You put your life on the line to protect the innocent, your brother would have been proud of you.” Rengoku's warm light aura invoked mine.
I could feel my eyes water and my throat go dry. I couldn’t stop myself from crying. Neither could Rengoku. He instead of trying to console me, wrapped his arms gently around me and caressed my head that was now in the juncture between his neck and shoulder.  I held him and let the tears flow. I was happy. I'm so happy. I had waited years for someone to speak those words to me.
“Thank you… Thank you, Rengoku sama!” I sobbed, getting his uniform wet. He slowly pulled away and stared into my eyes. “You are strong (Y/n), and I know with the right guidance, you’ll get stronger. Which is why, I want you to become my Tsugoku.”
 I had to stop. I looked into his red eyes and thought. ‘Tsugoku? Me? Rengoku wants me to be his Tsugoku?’ “Are you serious..?” I ask. Maybe this is a dream and I haven't woken up yet. “Absolutely, I want you to be my Tsugoku more than anything. You have great potential, Training you would be an honour. Tell me what it is that you want?” He asked. I already knew what I wanted. From the moment we spoke at Sawao’s funeral, I knew what I wanted. I wanted him and… “I want to become a Hashira…”
He nodded. “Then Become my Tsugoku, I’ll be sure to help you on your path to becoming a fine Hashira, It’ll take lots of hard work and most importantly, You need to have the will to push through. Will you be ready for that and accept my proposition?” He asked.
I took his hand and bowed my head before looking back up to gaze into his wonderfully bright eyes. “Yes, Rengoku sama”
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“Are you ready (Y/n) chan?”
I stood ready with a wooden sword facing the lover pillar. She too held a sword and we stood facing each other in the dojo within the Demon Slayer Headquarters. We both were dressed in traditional juban’s tucked into our hakamas. “Yes! Kanroji sama!” I obey.
We race towards each other and class our wooden swords together.
It has been two years since Rengoku offered me the position as his Tsugoku. Within that time I grew stronger. Rengoku was an amazing teacher and through him I met Kanroji Mitsuri. She two had been an excellent mentor to me. Also a very good friend.
My hair had grown so long it's impossible to put it in a singular bun any more. So I keep it in a top knot. Always with my red spider lily hair pin. “You’re doing so well (Y/n) chan!” She strikes her sword at my side but I block it.
Within those two years of being Rengoku’s Tsugoku, I was able to reach the rank of Kinoe. A hard to reach goal had it not been for his help. As I grew more attached to him, my feelings for him had skyrocketed. There were so many places we’ve seen and so many battles we overcame.
“Thank you! Kanroji sama!” I continue to collide my sword with her, her indomitable strength overwhelms me, but I see an opening. “Take this-”
“Oops! Fooled you!” She giggles before swiping my feet from underneath me and holds the sword under my chin. “You’re distracted, aren't you?” She giggled before offering me her hand. “I’m not distracted. You’re just too good.” I gasp, taking her hand and pulling me up.
“Wanna get some food?” She asked. I shook my head. We sat on the engawa in the shade of the sun while eating seasoned rice balls. “Oishi!” She moaned into her food. I took a bite of my rice ball and muttered a single. “Umai.” 
When you spend most of your time with a man like Rengoku. You pick up his habits. “(Y/n) chan, what made you so distracted?” She said with her mouth stuff. I swallowed my rice ball. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I picked up another rice ball and shoved it in my mouth.
“Come on! I know you were thinking of your favourite Flame Hashira!”
“There's only one Flame Hashira Kanroji sama.”
“Ah! So you were thinking of him!” She burst out. I continued eating. “I didn’t admit to thinking of him.” I munched hard as she scooted closer to me. “Well, you didn’t deny it either.” That made me blush. Kanroji was the only person that could see right through me. She had a scary intuition.
“So! How was your trip to see your family..?” She asked carefully. I just swallowed my rice. “It was ok… Rengoku wasn’t bothered…” I couldn’t help myself when I shoved the ball of rice into my move to stop myself from talking.
One thing I learned about Rengoku was he and I weren’t all that different. He had a complicated home life too. He and I would take turns visiting our families together. Once a month, we’d go visit either his or mine.
His brother Senjuro was an absolute sweetheart. He was shy and timid like a bunny. He and his brother were total opposites. Senjuro was easy to talk to. He is well mannered, kind and easy to tease. I remember one time how I pinched the poor boy’s cheek and squealed. ‘Any girl would be lucky to have you, Senjuro kun!’
I was drunk at the time and I still ridicule myself to this day.
His father on the other hand was not at all what I expected. He was the former Flame Hashira and not at all what the stories described him to be. He was a cruel, alcoholic dead beat. When I first arrived, he didn’t bother with any hospitality. He just shouted at me in my face.
He said and I quote. ‘You’re nothing but a bloody fool if you think being a demon slayer will make you special, Follow my son and you’ll surely end up in an early grave. Just like your brother.’ I wanted to cry, but I held my tears back. He met Sawao a long time ago and undoubtedly gave him the same treatment.
I looked at Rengoku but he didn’t do anything. Simply tolerated his behaviour. I remember asking him why he allowed his father to treat him and Senjuro like that. With cruel words and negligence. He told me. ‘My father still grieves for the death of our mother. She was his whole world , still is even after illness took her. I know deep down that he still cares about us. Senjuro and I know that we must be patient.”
He was trying to recover his relationship with his family. Just like I was. To be honest, I didn’t exactly have the patience like my mentor. The only reason I still visit my parents is because I hold out the hope that they will admit to their mistakes and try to repair our relationship. They still smile at me and attempt to give me gifts to be doting parents.
But all I want is an apology and to heal.  Sawao would want this too.
That’s why I visit them. Rengoku comes with me and I show him some of the places me and Sawao used to go before he became a demon slayer. He interacts with my family and my parents adore him, asking him ‘Have you found someone to settle down with?’ Like that's appropriate to ask my mentor.
Speaking of inappropriate things, whenever we visit, my sister makes it a point to get clingy and flirty with him. Staring at him through her long eyelashes and giving him lidded glances. It makes me sick. It's why I always keep it a point to separate them whenever they’re together. She probably makes him terribly uncomfortable whenever she’s around.
Rengoku isn’t a person you can simply flirt with, he’s….’pure’... in a sense.
And no, I haven’t told Rengoku of my parent’s negligence or my sister’s abuse. He himself has enough problems at home with his father. He doesn’t need me to lay all my problems on to him. We’re demon slayers after all. Our only concern should be killing demons.
“How is your relationship with Rengoku san going anyways?” She swallowed her rice ball before picking up another. “What’s it to discuss? He is my master and I am his Tsugoku.” I sigh, looking out into the garden and over at the koi fish pond, where they all swam around casually and carefree, with not a single worry about them.
“I know how you feel about him, (Y/n) Chan, ever since we first met, I knew just by looking at him, that you were in love-” I quickly pounced on her and covered her mouth. “Kanroji sama! Please, not so loudly!” I hush before taking my hand off her mouth. I sigh in frustration before taking another rice ball and taking a bite out of it.
“But you do!  It's so clear that you do! You should tell him!” She squealed. I swallowed and gave her a hard look. “I can’t, Kanroji sama! I’m his Tsugoku. I am his trainee. Do you have any idea how that would look if he were to suddenly start dating? It's inappropriate and taboo…”
“But...not really, you’re only two years younger than him and you’re a Kinoe!” she analyzed and I scoffed. “That’s not the point of Kanroji sama. I’m still weaker than the both of you. I don’t want to be like this if we’re to be together, I want to be the best version of myself before I say anything. I want to be Hashira, his equal before I tell him how I feel…”
She made a noise of acknowledgement before nodding. “I see! So you want to be strong like your future husband before you commit! I can understand! Like me! I’m also looking for a strong husband! Let's do our best!”
“Kanroji sama!”
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I finish drying my hair and look at my reflection in the mirror. I turn my face from side to side, up and down. My skin is clear and void of any markings. I can’t say the same with my body though..
I unravel my towel and observe my naked body. My arms are covered in the carved kanji of my deceased friends and faint scars from previous battles. But they were still visible. I look in the mirror and can't help but feel… ugly. It had been a year and a half since I carved a name into my flesh.
Many comrades  I had met met their unfortunate ends and I still grieve for them. But whenever I look at myself, naked… I can only picture Rengoku’s disgust. Within the six months of being his Tsugoku, I started having dreams and nightmares. Dreams of me and him on the very beach me and Sawao used to play on. We would sit together on the sand and he would hold me close as we enjoyed the sunrise and the sounds of the water crashing onto the shore and seagulls squawking in the early morning.
Nightmares would come in the form of me naked in a dark room with thousands of eyes on me. Although the only eyes that mattered to me were Rengoku’s and he would always hold expressions of visible disgust and walk away from me.
I always had my body covered whenever I was out. The only person who knows about my scars is Lady Kocho. The day Rengoku asked me to be his Tsugoku, she asked me about the carvings and I begged her not to say anything. She kept her promise and has even supplied me with a special ointment that would help heal the scars so that they will eventually fade away.
The names are faded but they are visible. I shiver in shame before tugging my juban over my shoulders and wrapping my hoari over myself. It’s times like this where I can’t stand to look at myself and I feel miserable.
“Lady Agawa. Lord Rengoku has returned and requests your presence.” I hear from behind the shoji door. A servant boy who works for Rengoku’s estate. I throw a piece of cloth at the mirror before answering. “Tell Rengoku sama I will be with him in a moment. I have just finished bathing.”
“Yes, my lady.” He replies.
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“Hello (Y/n)! How are you today?” Smiles his usually bright smile as the shoji doors are opened for me by the servants. I step inside and I hear them close behind me. “I'm feeling wonderful today, master, Me and Kanroji sama had just trained this morning.” I beam. I kneel down and bow my head in respect. The respect my beloved deserves.
“Fantastic! The servant will bring us food soon, in the meantime, let's talk.” I sat across from him as he poured us tea. I had offered to do it instead but he shook his head and politely refused. That’s my master, always so kind and polite.
“How was your mission, Rengoku sama? I heard you and Iguro sama had a joint mission.” I sip on my tea and he does the same. “Yes, We finished that three days ago. I had some other business to attend to.” I nod my head. “How lovely” I smile.
It wasn’t unusual for Rengoku to disappear after a mission. He always said it was some form of business of his so I just left it at that. After all, I am in no position to question my master about his whereabouts. Besides, it's not like my master could do no wrong. He is good and kind and has always done right by everyone he meets.
“Things will be different around here soon (Y/n). Lots of things are about to change.” He currently had his cape discarded and folded on the floor beside him. “Oh really? How so?” I asked. Are we getting the estate refurbished? Is he going to take in another trainee?
“I’m happy to tell you that I’m getting engaged, (Y/n).” He grinned while blushing lightly. He radiated with pure sunshine.
I dropped my cup onto the floor and the hot tea soaked into the tatami and splashed onto my clothes. I gasped in shock before I grabbed a handkerchief and frantically tried to clean the tea from the floor. “Gods! (Y/n)! What's the matter?!” he burst out.
I kept rubbing the tatami, hoping to get the tea out. “I-It's nothing!” I whimpered. When in reality I was collapsing on the inside. I was too late! Rengoku! My Rengoku! He’s getting married! Since when did he plan on getting married?! Who is it that he’s marrying?! “C-Congratulations R-Rengoku s-sama! I’m extremely overjoyed for you!” I say through closed lips. 
I try to hold everything in while my heart shatters to millions of pieces while the thought of him being with another woman made me sick. “(Y/n), You have hot tea on yourself.” Rengoku said concerned but I waved him off as my lip wobbled. “It’s fine! It’s nothing! Just a light burn! The pain will go away eventually!” I say carelessly. 
To be honest I couldn’t even feel the burn, All I could feel was the crushing pain as I realised that I could no longer pursue Rengoku as I envisioned. This wasn’t supposed to happen! I was so close! I had only had forty three demon’s slayed! I only needed seven more demons! Seven more and I could have become a Hashira!
I could have then confessed to him, told him how I felt! He might have accepted it! We could have been beautiful! I would have made him happy!
The stain wasn’t coming out, so I stood up and went over to the shoji door. “I’ll get a servant to come and clean the stain!”  I opened the door but Rengoku held his arm out in confusion. “But! We haven’t had dinner yet!”  I turn around and bow my head. “Forgive me! Rengoku sama! It would be unseemly to dine with you in the state that I am in! I ask you to enjoy supper without me! I'll have the servants bring something to my private quarter!” 
I rush out of the room and slam the door behind me. I ran to my room and locked the door behind me. I slid down before bursting out into tears. I sobbed ugly wails and crawled over to my futon to bury my face into my pillow where they would be muffled.
This couldn’t be happening! This was all just a bad dream! Rengoku! Rengoku! Kyojuro! Oh how I so desperately wanted to utter his name but even saying it to myself in private is disrespectful to his being! I grip my hair by its roots and pull them from my scalp. I toss and turn but the pain will not go away.
It dawned on me that whoever marries Rengoku will also be called Rengoku..! Oh gods! Another girl will get the honor of receiving his last name! She will have the pleasure of calling him Goshujin sama! Someone who's not me will get to wake up next to him every morning and gaze upon his kind and gentle smile.
It was too much! I could breathe! I had to do something before I had a complete panic attack! The wooden pillar! The will do-
Without a moment's hesitation, I smacked my head against it and I black out.
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I woke up later to the feeling of something cold pressed against my throbbing head. “My My (Y/n) san! You’re finally awake, you had us all worried there.” Lady Kocho cheered as she sat next to me. I was laying on my futon in my room. “What’s going on..?” I asked cautiously.
“Well, we were hoping you could tell us that. Rengoku san had to knock your door down when you would answer. He found you out cold on the floor.” She answered. I sigh when I remember the events of earlier, when Rengoku had revealed his intentions to marry. I had to knock myself out before I did something irrational.
Well, what I did was irrational but I had no idea what else to do. “I must have banged my head when I was changing my clothes.” I responded. Lady Kocho removed the wet cloth from my head and dipped it into a bowl of water, rinsing it of water and reapplying it to my head. “You didn’t sustain any serious damage, just a bump!” 
The Shoji door opens to reveal Rengoku. “Kocho! How is my Tsugoku?” He boasted, which made my heart pound a thousand times faster.  “She’s all better!” Kocho replied. She stood up and left the room and Rengoku took her place by my side.
“You certainly gave us all a fright!” Rengoku voiced. “I’m sorry Rengoku sama…” My voice was small and I couldn’t help but feel ashamed of my actions. “Don’t be! It was an accident!”
We sat in silence for a while… It was killing me, so I had to ask him something that has been on my mind for the past few hours. “Who’s the lucky woman?” I ask weakly. I see a blush forming on his cheek as he responds. “She is a most beautiful and graceful woman. She comes from a good family and whenever we’re together, I’m the happiest man alive.”
Ow… That hurt.
“I’m happy for you… Rengoku sama. When’s the wedding?” I ask. He scratches his cheek before answering. “ Next week, It’s a family event so I will only be inviting My father and brother.” That was fine with me. I didn’t think I could bear watching the love of my life marrying someone else. “That’s ok. Will she be living here?” I ask. He nods. “Of course, She’ll move in a month after the wedding.”
I sigh, closing my eyes and relax. “I’m happy for you master, I really am.”
But that couldn’t be further from the truth.
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“Kanroji sama!” I sobbed into her lap. Rengoku had left for his wedding and me and Kanroji were to continue our training but I broke down half way through. She had only learned of Rengoku’s wedding the other day so she was as shocked as I was to say the least. “Oh gods! Kanroji sama! I have no idea what I’m going to do! What will I do!?”
I felt her pat my head in an effort to calm me down. “I still can’t believe he’s getting engaged in a week and we’re only hearing about it now! I didn’t even know he was seeing anyone.” She rubbed my head and I sobbed. “Neither did I..!”
I look up with her with a blurry vision. “He’s going to bring her home! A month after the wedding! I can’t be there when she arrives!”  She pulls me up into a hug. “There, There! It's alright! It’s not the end of the world, I promise you!” She whispers into my ear, but I pull away.
“But it is! If I become a Hashira, I’ll have to be in the same room with him during meetings and I’ll have to work alongside him! As his Tsugoku… I’ll have to live in the same house as him and...her!” She pulled me back into a hug.
“Rengoku Kyojuro is the silliest man alive! He had a good thing with you, it could have been better once you were a Hashira! That’s his loss, there are plenty more fish in the sea! I promise!”
I pull away and sniffle. “There is no one like Rengoku..! Once I become a Hashira, no one will want a woman stronger than them..!”
Kanroji deflated at my comment and I covered my mouth. “Oh my gods! I’m so sorry, Kanroji sama!” She gets up and recovers from my analysis. “Its ok... You're not wrong though, it's the very reason I became a Hashira too, to find a stronger husband ....” All of sudden a lightbulb appeared above her head.
“I have an idea! Why don’t you seek out the other Hashira for courtship!” She suggested but I just deflated. “Kanroji sama… that's probably not a good idea…” I say, void of any emotion. “Why not? They’re all very handsome! How about Tomioka san! He’s very strong!” She boasts, but I sigh.
“Yeah, but he’s very crude. He once told me I smelt very bad after a day of training. I don’t like the way he looks at me…” I answer. “Okay? What about Shinazugawa san?” She asked again.
“He’s very brutal and cruel to everyone. Besides, gods forgive for saying this but I don’t think he’s one hundred percent over the death of Lady Kocho Kanae, Gods, rest her soul.” I replied.
“Himejima san?”
“Too old.”
“Tokito kun?”
“Too young!”
“Uzui san!”
“Too many wives!”
“What about Lady Shinobu?”
“She’s a bit condescending sometimes. She’s a raging demon behind her innocent mask.”
“Well....what about...Oban..”
I sit up and press my finger against her mouth. “I’m gonna stop you there. Obanai loves you, he wouldn’t go for me even if you paid him a million yen!” I mumbled frustrated and flopped onto the group. She blushes widely, from her rosy cheeks to the tips of her ears. “You think..?”
“Squawk! Squawk!” A familiar voice rattles my ear drums. Hidetsugu flies in through the window carrying a letter. “Miss Agawa! You got a letter from home! A letter from home!” He squawks continuously, dropping the letter into my hands. I sit up and open it.
“If you don’t mind, (Y/n) chan, but what’s it say?” She asked. I scan the letter and recognise it as my mother’s hand writing.my heart grows heavier with disapproval. “My sister is getting married. Apparently she's been seeing a guy for a few months and now she wants to tie the knot with him.” I fold the paper up in my hands and rip it up.
“(Y/n) chan, why did you do that?” She asked. “You know me and my sister aren’t on good terms. She’s rotten and the most horrid person on the planet. I hate to see who this guy is, only a man with an equally rotten heart could love her.” I say bitterly.
This week could not get any worse. Not only is the man of my dreams being taken away from me but my spoiled and evil older sister is getting married. Life couldn’t get any worse. “Well, will you go to your sister’s wedding?” Kanroji asked, picking up the scraps of my mother’s letter.
“I suppose I’ll go. I don’t want to dawdle around here and wait for my master to come back. Besides, I want to see what kind of man my sister is marrying. With any luck, he’ll be an old fart with rotting breath and a face only a mother could love.”
Kanroji laughed at my remark, I giggled back.
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After a day and a half of travelling, I finally made it back to my hometown. The lights were on and the whole town looked to be celebrating. I was dressed in my uniform, with my hair in a top knot bun, accompanied by my spider lily hair pin and my red hoari. I walk inside the gates and I automatically get a few waves and greetings.
“Hello Lady Agawa!”
“How are you Lady Agawa!”
“You look well, Lady Agawa!”
I nod and smile at their kind words and gestures. I walk through the town and I can hear the town buzzing with gossip. I can hear them talk about a ‘Wedding’ and a ‘lucky man.’ They’re obviously referring to my sister and her mystery man.
I arrived back home, to the biggest house in the village. There are lights everywhere and servants bustling about to get everything ready. “Welcome back, Lady Agawa!” They greeted me, I nodded and continued to walk by them. I step inside and immediately spot my mother. 
She spots me in turn and jogs over to me. “(Y/n)!” She envelops me in a hug but I feel no warmth. “We’re so glad you could make it! Your sister will be so thrilled to know you’ve come!” I nod. “Thank you, Hahaoya.”  She holds my hand and pulls me along the halls. “Come now! I’d like for you to greet our soon to be in-laws! Life can’t get any better than this!”
I hold in a groan of annoyance and proceed to follow her, she brings me to the dining room where the doors are currently shut. “You’re father is there with the groom’s father and brother. Make sure you greet them properly!” She commanded. I had to keep myself from rolling my eyes as she opened the doors.
“Sorry to keep you gentleman waiting! I would like you to meet my youngest!” She boasted. I turn to my left where my father was at one end of the table. He had a light drink in his hand. “Welcome back (Y/n)!” He greeted me.
“Hmm.” I heard from the other end of the table. It was a familiar grunt I recognised. I felt my heart drop as I turned my head to the opposite side of the table. Sitting there was none other than Shinjuro, decently dressed but still clinging to his sake bottle and a shy, quiet Senjuro with his hands in his lap.
“(Y/n) san!” Senjuro chirped.
I could only stand there as my throat went dry and I stumbled to find my words. “Senjuro...kun?”
If they were here….. That could only mean….
No….
No.
No!
NO!
The shoji door on the opposite side of the room open and there walking inside the dining room was none other than my precious master, Rengoku Kyojuro with my cruel and vile sister, Agawa Mikako…
They noticed me on the other side and proceeded to greet me. “(Y/n) chan! I’m so glad you could make it!” The witch greeted. “(Y/n)! I’m glad you arrived!” Rengoku smiled.
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We all sat around as our food was served. The witch sat closely to Rengoku, her arm around him constantly. I felt sick watching this. This is by far the worst thing that has ever happened to me. I hated this. I hated watching them being so close together, I wanted to storm over and tear her away from him.
While Rengoku was happy and joyful, Mikako  smiled at me with malicious intent. That fucking bitch! “So… Rengoku sama… Ane san... why didn’t you tell me you two were seeing each other..?” I said through gritted teeth. Rengoku was the one to answer me. “We wanted to surprise you! Ever since we started visiting your family, Mikako has always treated me with kindness. I’ve always felt happy seeing Mikako…”
“Ever since I first laid eyes on Kyojuro kun, I knew I had to be with him! Kyojuro always makes my world brighter.” She teased, cuddling up with him. I wanted to pounce on that stupid cunt and pull her hair from her roots.
“This will be good… Now (Y/n)-san will be part of our family… By the way (Y/n) san… How many demons have you killed?” Senjuro asked me shyly. All eyes were on me. “I don’t think that would be an appropriate conversation for dinner..” I mutter.
“No! By all means (Y/n)! Please tell us! I haven’t been able to keep up with your record, so please divulge.” Rengoku insisted. One part of me felt insulted that he hadn’t noticed how many demon’s I’ve killed. The other feels proud that he would want my acknowledgments recognised in front of my family.
“Forty...Forty one-”
*Splash!*
I felt cold. A jug of water splashed over my form as a servant from the other side of the room tripped over. My eyes were quick enough to recognise Mikako’s foot by the servant. But was quick enough to pull it away and put on an act. “Oh my goodness! (Y/n)! Are you okay!”
My father was quick to scold the servant for his ‘clumsiness’ as he begged for forgiveness. “(Y/n), you're soaked!” Rengoku said concerned. I quickly stood up from my seat and waved it off. “It’s fine! I’ll just take a bath! It’s not a big deal!” I turned around to exit the room, before I fully left, I heard Shinjuro whisper “weakling” under his breath. I had to choke back a sob before rushing off.
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After bathing in the onsen and letting out a few bitter tears, I make my way to my room. I fasten my yukata around my body and begin combing out my wet hair. Mikako is a sly and horrible bitch, she always has been. But I never thought she would stoop this low to hurt me. 
I don’t know how Mikako managed to worm into Rengoku's heart but warm her way in, she did. Now she's got my master wrapped around her finger..! I don’t know if there’s anything I could do at this point to change Rengoku’s mind. GARGH! It still infuriates me that the venomous bitch spoke his first name without a care. I don’t think I’ll be able to attend this wedding.
I just can’t. I’ll say I’m sick and get out of town as soon as I can-
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Can….. where the fuck is my hair pin?
I scan the small table where I had placed it. My red spider lily hairpin was nowhere to be seen. I don’t understand. It was right here! I remember putting it here, I never misplace it! Someone must have taken it. There was only one person who could have taken it …!
I threw my Haori over my shoulders and slammed my shoji door open. I stormed down the hall, passing by servants terrified by my façade. I made it to the end of the hall where Sawao’s room used to be. After he died, Mikako took up residence there since it was the second largest bedroom in the mansion.
“Oh Mikako! That hairpin looks wonderful on you! You truly are the most beautiful girl!” I could hear my mother praise. I could hear my sister reply to her. “Thank you Hahaoya! I’m sure Kyojuro will love this outfit! Oh! Mother, would you mind bringing some tea? I’m very parched.”
“Oh course dear.” I hear footsteps and my mother exits the room. “Oh! (Y/n)! Go look at your sister! Kyojuro san is going to bring her on a stroll through the garden!” She cheered like a school girl as she skipped down the hall to get the tea. I stepped over to the doors to see my sister.
She was dressed in a red kimono with the ends dyed black. It had a pattern of pink roses. She had a gold obi wrapped around her waist with a yellow translucent rose attached to her obijime. Her make-up was done finely, painted red lips, her face powdered white and red lining her eyes. Her hair was done up in a traditional bun with one extra touch.
My fucking hairpin.
She turns around in her seat and looks at me with a malicious smile. “Good evening, My dear Imoto, what do you think of my outfit?” I growled. “Why do you have my hairpin?” She stands up and saunters in my direction. “Why, It was just lying there! I thought it would look so much better on me so I just ‘borrowed’ it.” She giggled.
“You had no right! That hairpin belongs to me!” I snapped. Clenching my fist as veins visibly showed on my face. She frowned and looked at me with the same venomous glare. “Is that any way to talk to me? Your Ane san?”  I could feel my nails dig into my palms and my blood boiled.
“You bitch! Tell me the truth! You don’t love Rengoku! You’ve been seeing other men, I know that for a fact! You may have fooled our parents but you don’t fool me! Tell me, why are you doing this?” I demanded. She broke into a grin and started giggling mischievously.
“Because, You love him.” She answered.
I broke into a cold sweat as she caught me in shock. My jaw loosened, my eyes went wide and my flesh went white from horror at the realisation of her motives.
She squints her eyes at me dangerously before taking out a fan and hiding her lower face behind it. “Little sister, You’re more obvious than you’d like to be. From the moment we first met Rengoku, you had your little eyes sparking and your cheeks went all rosy. Granted, at the time I thought it was just a little crush that would eventually die but after the years went by, you proved me wrong.”
She sauntered over to the large mirror on the right side of the room when she could fully admire herself, she put her fan down and began fixing her hair for any stray hairs. “Ever since you brought him home, I could see the love filled gaze you would bestow upon him every time he wasn’t looking, like the little creep you are.”
My jaw tightened again and my fists clenched once more. “So.. you're doing this ….. All this? Just to hurt me..?” I seethe. She turns around to put her hand on her waist and smiles at me. “Why not at all. I don’t want to hurt you. I want to destroy you.” She chuckled.”
If I didn’t know any better, I’d think she wasn’t my sister. That she was a demon wearing my sister’s skin and impersonating her. But that's not how it is. My sister is a demon, she doesn’t eat people but she’s no better than them. Like a demon, she likes to torment those below her and use the weak for her own gain.
“Ever since the death of our brother, You’ve clung to Kyojuro, haven’t you? In your mind, he’s your saviour and you’d be nothing without him, right? Well, that’s what you’re about to be, nothing! I’m going to marry the only man you’ve ever loved and watch you crumble. I’ll have his last name, his wealth, his house and eventually..*giggle* his children..! I mean, I already had a proper demonstration of what his manhood can do.”
No! They didn’t! They couldn’t have! Rengoku would never- could he? When?!
“You’ll watch from the sidelines as I take everything you’ve ever wanted with him and more! All the men you’ll move on to in your life will be nothing but hollow shadows who don’t compare to him. You’re going to be miserable for the rest of your life and I’m going to sit back and smile!”
I was speechless. Absolutely speechless. My heart was hammering with anger. My blood had reached its tipping point and my breathing got faster. “Why? are. you. doing. This?” I growled. She paused for a minute before smiling again. “Now, if I told you? That would spoil all the fun. Now if you could please excuse yourself, Hahaoya and Kyojuro will be here any moment.”
I couldn’t think.
I could see.
Everything was white.
“Give me back my Hairpin.” I growled.
“No, It suits me better-”
At that, I lost it. I sprinted over, knocked over the dark wooden table that separated us and pounced on top of her. I wrapped my hands around her neck and began to choke her. “I HATE YOU!” I screamed. I saw the fear in her eyes at the realisation at what she had gotten herself into. I squeezed harder and harder by the second as saliva pooled up in her mouth went past her lips.
Her bun had come undone after colliding with the ground and the hairpin slipped out. But I didn’t care, I just wanted to strangle this bitch to death.
“I HATE YOU! I FUCKING HATE YOU! SAWAO HATED YOU TOO! WE BOTH HATED YOU! YOU HORRIBLE FILTHY BITCH! YOU LYING DECEITFUL CUNT! FUCKING DIE AND GET OUT OF MY LIFE! YOU TWO FACED REPUGNANT WHORE-”
“(Y/n)!”
Everything happened so fast. I was thrown against the wall and I felt the wind get knocked out of me. I fell to the ground. I hold my lower back in pain and look over to see who threw me. It was Rengoku. He kneeled beside Mikako who was crying into his chest. “ K- Kyojuro! S-she!” She stuttered but Rengoku shushed her, “It's ok my love, It’s alright.”
Why…? Why was he holding on to her like that..? He stood up and looked straight at me. He had a face of contempt and disgust. A face I feared I would get from one day and it broke me.
“(Y/n)! You know as well as I do that harming innocent people is against corps rules! The way you treated your sister was absolutely appalling! Apologise to her at once!” I was visibly shaking, this could be happening. It couldn’t. “I-I-I-I c-can’t..!”  I was hyperventilating, this couldn’t be happening! This had to be a bad dream, a nightmare! It’s not real!
“(Y/n), words can’t describe how disappointed I am in you! Until you apologize to your sister, I hereby effectively resign you from the position of Tsugoku! You can not go around putting your hands on innocent people!” He scolded. 
My world broke...  My master… My precious Rengoku is lost to me. Mikako has won… Rengoku loves her and there was nothing I could do. The pure and bright vision of my perfect master was dirtied and had become wrong in so many ways I couldn’t even describe.
He was no longer my master and I was no longer his Tsugoku. He wants nothing to do with me. Rengoku doesn’t love me….
Rengoku ….. hates me!
I huff, and I scream.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”
Rengoku flinched and covered his ears, Mikako retreated to the far corner and covered her ears too. My eyes welled with tears and they fell from my face like fast raindrops from the sky. My face was red and my heart felt like it was being torn from my chest. Everything felt wrong and disgusting! I felt revolved and polluted by the world’s cruelty and I just wanted it to end!
“(Y/n)! Calm down!” Rengoku reached over to put a hand on my shoulder but I quickly smacked him away. “DON’T TOUCH ME WITH YOUR FILTHY HANDS! YOU DISGUST ME!” I screamed. He was taken aback by my insult, I had never insulted him ever, not once. I was even surprised by it myself but my anger disguised any shock on my face.
I got up, grabbed my hairpin and ran from the room. I couldn’t stay here anymore, I couldn't. I won’t. Everyone I had ever known in life has always worked against me! My parents, Mikako, Shinjuro and Rengoku! The only one who ever really cared was Sawao, and he’s dead. 
As I entered my room, I finally realised that I only clung to Rengoku because after Sawao died, I felt absolutely hopeless, like nothing would be better ever again. Rengoku gave me hope and today, that hope has been effectively crushed.
I have no future. Not a happy one at least.
I would rather join my brother in heaven.
I grabbed my nichirin sword and ran out of the house. I could hear the calls and yells of multiple people, calling my name, telling me to come back. But I ignore their pleas. I sprint out of the estate and through the dark streets of the village. A few stragglers wondering what I’m doing out with my hair still soaking wet.
I hop through the village gate, the same place where my dear brother Sawao died and into the forest where I could no longer hear the call of my name.
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I ran and ran and ran some more. I ran until I stopped for breathe. I I held my sword in both hands before I collapsed to the ground and broke down into a fit of sobs. I don’t remember where my hairpin was, I assumed I had dropped it somewhere along the forest path.
As the waning moon stares down at me with pity. I fold myself in half. An endless river of tears streamed down from both my eyes. My throat had become dry but that did not stop me from sobbing out the name of the only man I had ever loved.
He was everything to me, the very being that kept me strong, the only person I saw a future with.
And that horrible bitch stole him from me. I knew from the very beginning that she never loved him, she only used him as a tool to hurt me. All she’s ever wanted was to see me suffer. For what reason? I don’t know.
Some people are just born evil.
There was no future for me anymore. Within my five years in this organisation, I had many friends, I had also lost many friends. People all around me drop like flies, this one though, is the ultimate betrayal. It felt like someone had ripped my heart out and kicked me in the throat.
Life is hard. Life is full of suffering. Life isn’t fair.
Death would be easier. Death would be peaceful.
I take my sword from its sheath and line it up towards my heart, hopefully a demon would pass by and gobble up my remains so I wouldn’t be found. I take in a breath of fresh air and exhale. The forest was beautiful, cherry blossoms were in full bloom and the grass smelt amazing. I couldn’t have picked a more beautiful place to die.
I grip the handle and prepare to plunge it in.
“Hello (Y/n) san!” I snapped my head to my right without a moment's notice, my sword was kicked from my hands. It flew into the air and landed 20 ft to my left. I look at the culprit once again to register who he is and I freeze.
“A-Akaza…” I stutter. That put a massive grin on his face. “Ah! So you do remember me! It has been two years after all..”
I feel myself shake within his presence but I harden myself and sit straight. “I could never forget the face of an upper moon.”
He laughs, probably feeling quite prideful of his title. “Well I could never forget a woman like you, (Y/n) san.” He paces around me, with his hands behind his back, observing me like a fine piece of art. “Last time we met, you were a Hinoto. Yet you had such a fight in you. Now? After two years, you’re Kinoe! But now you point your sword to your own heart? Why is that?”
I scoff and turn my head from him. “How do you know about my rank? And what makes you think I’m obligated to tell you anything?” He chuckled and sat right down next to me. “Well, I make it a point to check in on my favourite demon slayer whenever opportunity seeks me. And to answer your next question, you’re not by any means obligated to tell me anything.”
This was weird, I had expected him to start acting sadistic and rip my arm off already but no. He turns to look me in the eye, I gaze into his golden eyes that read ‘Upper Three’ His body was covered head to toe in strange striped tattoos and his physique had been hand molded by the kami themselves.
He was gorgeous for a demon, but then again at the end of the day, that's all he was. A demon and I am a demon slayer. It was taboo of me to describe a demon with such colourful and pretty words. “But you are killing yourself, aren’t you? I figured, I might listen to your troubles. After all, I am the last person who you’ll see and talk to before you do the deed. So why not?”
I see his point. Besides kicking my sword out of my hand, he hasn’t acted that much hostile towards me. What could be the harm in telling him? After all, I do plan on ending my life afterwards. Nothing more could hurt me.
“I guess I could. But where do I start …?” I quietly whimpered. Akaza tapped his chin before clicking his fingers. “How about the first time you felt...wronged? The time you felt so angry and sad but couldn’t do anything about it.”
I tucked my knees into my chest and shivered a bit at the cold, The Upper moon wrapped a surprisingly warm arm around my shoulders. I thanked him for it. “I guess it really started about nine years ago, when my brother left to become a demon slayer…”
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I don’t know how long we were there for. I’m sure a few hours had passed but it felt like an eternity as we sat together on the grass. At some point, I don’t really remember but I had ended up between his legs. I felt his muscled and sculpted chest press against my back as he kept his two strong men- killing arms wrapped securely around my chest, keeping me warm against the cold air. 
I spoke to him about my life. From the time Sawao joined the demon slayer corps, to coming home with Rengoku. Sawao’s death and me falling for Rengoku. Becoming his Tsugoku and our bond growing stronger every minute we spend with each other. My sister’s deviance and her marriage to Rengoku. Rengoku denounces me as his Tsugoku and realising who he picked.
At the end of this, I was crying again. The pain was just too much, I hated it. I hated feeling this miserable and angry. “I came here… to join my brother… no one else cares about me the way he did... I think I’m better off disappearing…” I sobbed into my fists, trying to hold in my ugly wails.
“Wow.. That is truly pathetic.” The upper moon commented. I spin my head around, shocked by his cruel words. “What..? What do you mean..?” I’m the one who gets backstabbed by everyone who was ever supposed to care for me and that's all he has to say?!
“Well, what I mean is, you're an accomplished swordswoman, aren’t you? You're strong, you’re talented, you’re beautiful…” He lifted my chin so I could gaze into his strange golden eyes that read his rank number. “Akaza…” I mumbled.
“You’re a Kinoe, you only needed to kill seven more demons and you would have earned yourself the title of Hashira. You would’ve been the next Thunder Hashira, wouldn’t you?” He said all knowingly. I gulped as I developed a cold sweat. “H- How did you know that..?” I stutter.
“Didn’t you hear what I said before? I’ve been keeping an eye on you and your development. I’ve witnessed all your accomplishments, all the demons you’ve killed under the span of two years. I like you, (Y/n). You amaze me.” He grinned, pushing a hair out of my face before kissing my cheek.”
“A-Akaza! What do you think you’re doing!?” I blushed furiously, trying to break out of his grip. But my strength was nothing compared to his, my efforts were futile. “Showing you my affection, The flame Hashira who you’re so ‘in love’ is none more than a pathetic fool who lost a good woman. Any man would be lucky to have you.”
He turned me around so I was sitting on his lap, so I was facing him. My face went red as I gaze into his beautiful golden eyes. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t move. I just stayed still as the tattooed demon caressed my face with one hand while using the other one to hold my waist.
“You shouldn’t die for a man who never deserved you affection… for a man who you fear will hate all your scars…” He reached his hands on both my shoulders and pulled my clothes down! My haori and yukata came down and my naked breasts were exposed to the cold air. “NO!” I flinched and covered them as quickly. But it wasn’t my breasts he was focused on. It was my arms covered in the carvings of all my deceased friends' names. He traced the kanji and huffed. “You shouldn’t have done that to your beautiful skin, all for a bunch of weaklings who weren’t strong enough to defend themselves.”
I growled. “Those weaklings were my friends! They-”
“Where a waste of tears and suffering.” He cut me off. He grabbed my face so I couldn’t take my eyes off him. “Even now, you still suffer. You shed tears for weaklings and fools who don’t value you for the great warrior you are. It holds you back from reaching your true potential, all this emotional baggage that just drags you down. Stop caring!”
His smile became more and more devious. He was up to something. Something terrible, but I didn’t know what. His lips moved and he spoke the next few words that would forever change my life.
“Become a demon, (Y/n).”
I gulped. It took a few moments for me to mentally register what this man had said before replying to him. “W-what..? Become a demon..?” I didn’t know what else to say. He just nodded his head before speaking again. “That’s right. You will become much stronger than you are right now. All those scars on your body will heal and your emotions can be flipped off!” He snapped his fingers. “Like a switch!”
This was truly surprising. Here I was minutes away from death’s door and now a member of the twelve Kizuki wants me to become a demon. I didn’t know what I wanted to do. Here was giving me a chance at a new life as a demon. I didn’t know what to say. “B-but wouldn’t I have to eat people..?” I say quietly. He waves it off like it didn’t matter.
“Yes, and? When you’re a demon, all humans are just your meat. I mean, would you consider the same for livestock you eat everyday? Do you ask the pigs and cows if they have families they’d like to see again?” I grunt, he did have a point, as messed up as it is.
“You would have me become a demon. What would I do for the rest of my immortal life..?” He chuckled before reaching for my clothes and tugging them back over my shoulders. “Sweet girl, As far as anyone is concerned, you can do whatever you want. You can better yourself for the next one hundred years and not break a sweat.”
A life to be forever young where I refine myself to be better and better. But I’d still be a demon. A demon who must feed on the flesh of innocent humans to survive. I heard many demons forget who they once were and become ugly mutated monsters. I would never be able to enjoy the sunlight or the fragrant scent of the wisteria trees. Eat my favourite foods or enjoy the comfort of another’s company again.
“I would be all alone… wouldn’t I?” I ask. He doesn’t answer at first. He just wraps his arms around me and into an affectionate hug. “You would have me.” He whispered.
“If you become a demon, we could train together, hunt together and enjoy each other’s company, now until forever. I will help you become the best version of yourself and that starts with becoming a demon.”
I pull away from his hug and look down into his chest. This was a lot. This was an awful lot to take in. Would I give up this weaker version of myself and become the demon Akaza wants me to be? Or would I stay a human and let myself be miserable for the rest of my life?
“I… I need to think about this..” I say after a while. I put my hand on my heart to calm it down but nothing works. Akaza on the other hand just shrugs. “That’s okay with me, I understand. It is a daunting offer.” He points to the moon, gazing upon the lunar goddess, the demon’s sun. He speaks again.
“I’ll have to leave soon. But I will come back tomorrow night, until then. I expect you to have made a decision. Whether you become a demon or remain a human, I suggest enjoying the sun while you still can. You will come back here at this exact spot, you will either be reborn as a demon or I can help you fulfill your wish to die.” He smirked. I was taken aback by his response.
Either way, Both of those options are better than the third. Live and watch Rengoku be with my bitch of a sister and waste away until I’m nothing but a sad and pathetic old cat lady. I nod my head. “Okay, I will.”
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I woke up to the sounds of the cicadas the next day. I sat up from where I was to look at my unfamiliar surroundings, I was at the top of some kind of hayloft, sitting on a pile of hay. I rub my eyes and look out the window to see the early morning sun beginning to rise.
I wondered if what had happened last night hadn’t been more than a strange dream. But I see something sparkle red on the wall, like you would see in the water. I scan my surroundings and my eyes land on something akin to red jewels. It was my hair pin! I scurried over to pick it up, My sword was there too, along with a note of sorts.
I pick it up and unfold it.
‘You dropped this while running. - Your friend.’
So last night wasn’t a dream. I had really met the upper three demon moon again. I don’t remember coming to this place. I must have fallen asleep in his arms and he must’ve carried me to this...barn? I don’t know exactly where I am. I  descend the hayloft and exit the barn. Once I make it outside, I immediately recognise where I was. The Osaki homestead!
It was abandoned of course and had been for years. After the brutal massacre the demons had caused years ago, the owners didn’t want to live in a place where their employees were tragically killed so they packed up and moved up north.
There was no breeze as the sun began to rise and I could feel its heat on my skin. This would be my last day on earth, my last day alive. I was given the choice to either become a demon or let myself die to go join Sawao in heaven.
Which choice do I choose?
Will I live as a Demon?
Or will I die as a Human?
What should I do?
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This story will have two different endings! One where you will end up with either one of the boys. It may take a while since I am in University but I will do my best with updates! Anyways, I do hope you lads enjoyed it!
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i-cant-sing · 2 days ago
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Muzan: you’re my precarious little baby and no one will ever lay a finger on you- you’re just so sweet and innocent you wouldn’t hurt a fly- my little baby
Y/n trying to set herself on fire to see how bad it would hurt: burn muthafucka
No because she so would. After finding out that she'd a demon hybrid, and practically immortal because of all the blue spider lilies Yoriichi and Kamado Clan had been feeding her, she is gonna be super reckless.
Like she's jumping off roofs, slicing off a finger, and the urge to swing a hammer against her head has never been stronger.
And Muzan knows that you're capable of healing and regenerating yourself to perfect health completely, but still... he can't help but wonder if the next breath of air is gonna be your last.
And the fact that you're part human, part demon, still makes him question your mortality. I mean sure, you're immune to the sun unlike him, but you also seem to have very low stamina and get tired easily. He even thinks you have a weak heart- it didn't beat as strong as it should have. Now this may be due to either your human body not being able to handle your demonic powers, or it may be... because of... all the sleeping medicines Yoriichi and the Kamado Clan had been feeding you all these years.
Nevertheless, Muzan will not let his menace of a child set herself on fire. Especially not when he's around. That's why he always leaves you with some demons when he goes away, and he usually returns to the sight of you having a broken arm while the demons panic because this was not what they had planned for when they chained you down.
Anyways, the demons died and reader had to spent the rest of the week being coddled and petted by Muzan.
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Uuhhh, yan tengen with a darling that likes to crawl into his lap and fall asleep whenever he’s home. Stock syndrome already set in for darling to be this cuddly. Plz and Thxs
You can call this Fluffy or Human Experiment. I want to know how much a fluffy Uzui Simp can take up with without having a heart attack.
I hope you like this.
Yandere Uzui Tengen
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At first, Uzui would be really skeptical.
He would think at first that this would just be the way you try to escape.
But Uzui doesn’t mind when you run to hug him as soon as he gets back home.
Uzui just strokes your hair and hugs you.
It’s a really safe feeling when his muscular arms are wrapped around you.
It can last for about a moment or many hours.
Uzui is also pleasantly surprised when you want to sleep in his arms.
He will stroke your hair and give you kisses on your forehead until you fall asleep.
He thinks you are invaluable.
Uzui is not going to sleep with you at the same time.
He wants to watch you for a moment so he can remember that moment forever.
The mornings are also really relaxing.
Uzui wakes you up with long and passionate kisses.
He usually wakes you up early so you can hug together for many hours.
And when this behavior starts to recur often, Uzui is really happy.
You finally understand what you really feel.
Uzui wants to spend more time at home with you.
He wants to make up for every second lost.
This man is really soft if you are soft to him.
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yandereaffections · 4 months ago
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Hello! Could you please do hunted down with Muzan?
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How lucky you must be to have Muzan come for you, not sending some other disappointing demon with his blood running through their veins, but the brutal creature himself with interest in keeping you, that's quite extraordinary
You don't know what it is but you've been feeling it weigh on your back for awhile now, refusing to let it's grip cease as you continue on your daily life unable to spare the time to figure out just what it was. It followed you from beneath the ground and just within your blind spot besides you, something was there you just knew it, yet the duties of your job and chores was enough for you to dismiss it just for a bit longer
If you knew just how to identify a demon like any slayer surely you would've ran for help long ago, too bad Muzan already has his plan in motion. He needs you vulnerable, completely hopeless and in shambles from your sudden eviction from what used to be your home along with the fact you were fired earlier that day, it doesn't help that you dont have anyone that can take you in. All of this weighing you down with the feeling of the demon on your back, you'll certainly be easy to snatch into his arms, defenseless and tired, stunned by his powers as he goes to retrieve you from the sidewalk your sitting on, his plan working just as expected now that he has his pet in his arms
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writteninfate · a month ago
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Yandere Rengoku reaction when he finds out that his darling has children?
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"And just how long did you think that you could hide this?" Kyujuro’s voice made you pause from the kitchen, hands shaking lightly and looking out the window to see your children playing in the yard. "Four years, six months, and twenty four days. That's long you've managed to hide from me. That’s how long we’ve been painfully away from each other. I hated every second.”
He whispered in your ear, hands pressing against the counter and trapping your body against his. His chin resting against your shoulder as he hummed, watching the kids playing in yard. The twins had his hair but your eyes. "They're beautiful firelily."
"How did you find us...?"
"Did you really think that you could hide from me forever?" He mused with tilting his head lightly to kiss your cheek softly, enjoying the feeling of having you back in his arms. "Do you know how much I went crazy without you? You were my everything and just all of a sudden, you disappeared on me. I was so scared that something happened, but I managed to bump into one of my little ones when I came into town. Did you know that there was a demon in here? The world is such a scary place and this is not a place where you will be safe."
You took a shaky breath, shaking your head lightly as you remembered how possessive he was. How he would prison you in the house you shared, not caring of your feelings and leaving you alone every time he would go on a mission... "It-it would be no different if we lived with you, they would not know their father because you were never there. You didn't need me."
"Oh firelily, you just missed me!" He cheered, ignoring your words and nuzzling his head in your neck. "You're so precious, don't worry. Let's go back home-"
"I'm not going anywhere with you! Did you hear me? I don't want anything to do with you." Kyujuro took a deep breath, trying not to cause a scene and exhaled slowly. "Don't make me do something that I'll regret. These children, I don't know them and they aren't important to me, we could just make more. So unless you want them to die, you'll come peaceful. Yea?"
He kissed your cheek once more, tears slipping down your cheeks as he stepped away from you and walked to the door. Waiting for you. "You'll make the correct choice, mm?"
"B-boys! It's... It's time to go!" You called out from the backdoor, hearing the laughs of your children. Kyujuro smirking from the doorway, knowing that he wouldn't hurt his child but alas, you didn't know that. Good choice love.
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jackrrabbit · 4 days ago
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frostbites /// Douma x f!Reader (18+)
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Summary: [Mermaid AU] An ecologist studying a deserted island stumbles across a creature straight out of a fairytale…or a nightmare.
✧ open season thirsts but this one turned into a full fic so fuck my life [7–8/?] ✧
Request 1: Ooh can you write yandere mermaid AU’s?
Request 2: Oh my gosh. Okay, this is so exciting. Since I realized you write for Demon Slayer I've been itching for the opportunity to see anything from you about Doma. He's just. So awful and terrible. I'm trash, I love him. He's an actual monster with a saccharine smile. I'd love to see ANYTHING from you about him. Headcanons. A scenario of him with a demon slayer, or a demon, or just some pathetic human. Even just your thoughts on him would be a blessing, your choice. I’d just love to hear anything you have to say about him. Your writing is so beautifully unsettling, (your Oikawa piece Fanatic. That left me thinking about him for weeks.) So anything about Doma would be fantastic. But no pressure, if Doma isn't your cup of tea please don't force yourself. Honestly I'm just excited to see what you write from any of your requests. Thank you for being so lovely!
A/N: Combined these requests bc I feel like Douma was honestly perfect for this, and I’ve been holding off writing him until he gets animated but who knows how long that’ll take. Thank you so much, btw—I’m also Douma trash and I’ll absolutely be writing more for him in the future!
Is this yandere? It’s more like an origin story of Douma going yandere for cute ecology RA!reader. I haven’t written a scene like this in ages and it was really fun! I know I’m cursing myself by saying this, but maybe one day I’ll write more in this AU…no promises though ♡
Tags/warnings: yandere, mermaid AU but more on the spooky side (shoutout to @yandere-daydreams, the og yan mermaid fucker & a huge inspiration—thanks!!), fear, action, blood kink (?), mild violence, horror/beauty paradigm, size difference, animalistic, HEAVY predator/prey dynamic, one-sided sexual implications (reader is oblivious), ‘it’/‘the creature’ , hand kink, OSHA violations, there are many benefits to being a marine biologist, unfinished business…
You’ve never slept well in the cold.
Maybe you should’ve kept that in mind when you applied for a research assistant position on a tiny, uninhabited island off the Russian coast, but you thought you’d get used to it. You were sure—you were so sure, cocky little past-you—that you’d adapt to the below-freezing temperatures, that the worst part about the 2-month long field study would be the boredom of spending your days taking water samples and tagging birds with no cell service. But it’s not. The worst part is the cold.
So technically, one could argue that there’s a decent reason for you to be out of your bed tonight, yes? You couldn’t sleep from the stiff pain lancing through your sore muscles and the cold, so you made the (undeniably stupid, you’re now realizing) decision to leave camp and wander through the forest looking for…something. But by now you’re starting to regret it. You don’t think you’re far from camp, but everything feels sharper and stranger when you’re alone like this—the collar of your heavy jacket chafing against your throat, the crunch of hoarfrost under your boots, the thin beam of your flashlight catching the steam of your breath here and there before glancing over the surface of the water. God, you should have stayed in bed.
Even so many hours past sunset, the river that cuts through the center of the island is darker than the night and twice as cold. You haven’t forgotten the cautionary words the team leader imparted on your group before you came to the island: how easy it would be to get caught under the current, how quickly the icy water would seep into your limbs and your blood and your heart. You’ve been following the river because there are no paths and no markers, but you keep a safe distance—that is, until you see it.
A flash of light reflecting back from something under the surface. A rippling tongue of silver cutting through the black water. You start, shiver. You look again for the fish (how could it be a fish, though? nothing that big lives in the water here) but the churning waters are dark again. Just to prove to yourself that you’re being silly, you take a few slow steps closer to the bank—crouching low to keep your balance, shining your flashlight into the river, straining your vision to stare into the depths.
And someone—something—looks back.
You know about the fight or flight instinct, how the nervous system kicks into gear with the right stimulus; that reminder that humans are prey animals too. But you don’t run, and you don’t fight. Every muscle in your body stills, locks into place. You freeze. The thing in the river places its hands on the bank to rise half out of the water and tilts its head to the side; stares into your face. And you stare back at it. Behind it, in the river, you see hints of what caught your eye earlier: a silvery tail, like a fishtail but impossibly long, winding effortlessly through the water and keeping the creature’s torso afloat.
Your knees and the heels of your palms press into the ground. The ice underneath stings through each layer of clothing that was supposed to protect you from the elements, biting a little deeper with every second you spend sitting rigid and looking at the creature in front of you. Run. Run. Run, you think.
It blinks slowly, pale lashes shuttering down over kaleidoscopic eyes that your mind can’t seem to categorize into human or inhuman. You’re so focused on its face that you don’t see its hand move, don’t even know it’s reaching for you until you feel the icy weight of it against your cheek. Its lips part—those teeth, oh god, oh god—and it speaks something in a low, eerie voice that you know by instinct wasn’t built for human language.
(You don’t understand then—the version of Japanese he learned so many decades ago was too archaic and too heavily inflected by his unnatural manner of speaking for you to comprehend. Later, when you’re able to understand him, he’ll repeat what he said that first time he saw you kneel down by the edge of the water like a frightened doe: he’ll tell you he laid his hand on your bare skin and felt the beat of your heart and did his best to remember the human word for warm.)
But you hear different.
You hear the whispered, slithering curse of a monster from a nightmare—a beautiful one, but still. Your prey instinct thrills into pure terror, and finally a thought rips its way to the surface. You know—your brain knows, the logical part of you that you’re supposed to rely on—you know what you need to do. You have to get away. Heave your shivering body off of the muddy snow and force it into motion. You know this, you should know this, and yet the fear radiating through your body is concentrated not on your legs, but on the point where the—
—the what? the mermaid? the monster?—
—this thing is touching you, its fingertips resting delicately on your cheek. The body below the human torso resembles something between a shining fish and an eel, but the skin touching yours would almost feel human if it weren’t so cold. (Like a dead man. Like a dead thing, your mind tells you, and if every hair on your body wasn’t already pricked up in goosebumps, it would be now.)
The nails, too—not like a person’s nails you’ve ever seen—thick and long, tapering into points that could tear your flesh open like paper if the thing in the water decides to move them just a fraction of an inch down into the delicate tissue of your cheek—and because you can’t stop yourself, you don’t do the sensible thing. You don’t run. You release something that sounds like a choked scream (you can see the steam of it staining the frigid air white more than you actually hear it) and you force your stiff muscles to take hold of the creature’s wrist and try to drag his hand somewhere, anywhere it isn’t touching your face.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. You’re going to die here, aren’t you?
The terrible, beautiful form before you flexes, rippling like a current’s passing down from where your covered fingers are feebly trying to pull at the cold, thick mass of its arm; in an instant, it’s lifting itself out of the black water to tower over you, and it—
Not it. Him.
The thing, the monster in front of you isn’t human, but from the waist up you can’t help categorizing it—him—as male in your head. Even without considering the dozen feet of his tail, it’s a body with power threaded into every centimeter of flesh: muscular, serpentine almost, and larger than a human man’s but unmistakably male, even if the slick contours of his abdomen, his pectorals, the V-shaped muscles framing his hips and disappearing into scales below would be better suited to a stone carving of a pagan god than any man you’ve ever seen in real life.
The wrist you naively thought you could move is so large that despite the added bulk of the mitten you’re wearing, your fingers aren’t even close to meeting around it; when he bows his head toward yours, forcing you to arch your own neck back to avoid another unwelcome touch, the pristine architecture of his face fills your field of vision. In the periphery, you see a few wet strands of silver-gold hair slip over his shoulder and onto the surface of your puffer jacket, dripping frigid river water into the nylon and the fill until it soaks through to your collarbone.
More important than that, though, is the way he’s looking at you. He’s surprised, or you’d think so if this were a human and you could trust your interpretation of his wide eyes and his head cocked to the side, the slight part of his mouth and the way it curls up at the corners—some mixture of shock and delight, like a child who’s managed to catch a bird in his hands and can’t really believe his good luck.
You feel the muscles in his arm contract and then the grip you had on him is inverted—it’s him squeezing long, agile fingers around your wrist, easily spanning the width of it even over the thick sleeve of your jacket, nails stroking over the fabric like he’s deciding whether or not to shred it to get at your skin.
After a moment of deliberation, where you scrunch your eyes closed and grimace away from the cold seeping off him in waves, you feel the synthetic texture of your insulated mitt slipping over your hand—he’s taking your mitten off? You chance a quick look over, and he’s already tearing through the thick wrist strap with a single swipe of his claw to pull the mitt over your hand and drop it limply to your side. It’s too cold here for bare hands—you instinctively try to draw your hand back, curl your fingers into a fist, but the creature doesn’t let you—a short hiss escapes his mouth, and then his own hand is flattening against yours, forcing your fingers straight so he can—
—it’s strange. Almost like he’s comparing the size of his hand to yours. But that wouldn’t make sense, would it?
With the damp cold of his palm aligned against the warm softness of yours, you can tell that his hand is enormous—each fingertip outstretches easily five, six centimeters past yours, even without the added length of his sharpened nails. The stillness, the strangeness of the comparison quiets the part of your mind that’s curled in on itself with sheer terror enough that the researcher in you can start making notes—skin resembles human’s but slightly…smoother? glossier? could be something covering the surface along with water—abnormally large hands but seem to correspond with body size—small amount of transparent webbing between the fingers…
The massive hand pressed into yours shifts by a few degrees, fingers finding the gaps between yours, lacing your hands together and applying pressure until, until—
You flinch, trying without success to yank your hand away from the source of the pain and you speak without thinking. “—stop—stop, that hurts!”
He stops, easing the pressure on your delicate hand, but only by a little. Curious eyes move back to you, lingering over the movement of your mouth when you speak. His own mouth opens, and you force your gaze back up to his multicolored eyes so you don’t have to look at his teeth.
“h—ur—hur—ts?”
You frown through the persistent ache in your wrist—did he just—? Is he trying to imitate you?
“hur—ts?” the creature says again in that low, slithering voice that still feels wrong somehow. “it—hurts?”
“Can you understand me?” you gasp, the words leaving your mouth so quickly that your breath in the cold air clouds his beautiful face for a moment.
His head dips into a fluid nod. “—can— un—under—stand.”
You’re marveling at the discovery—not only can this creature sort of…mimic human speech, it seems like there’s a chance he actually understands what you’re saying. Does that mean he’s met humans before? Is he part human—some kind of human hybrid, a species never before believed possible until you stumbled across it on a completely unrelated research project? What does this mean—for your team, for your career, for the world? Never mind that he’s still gripping your hand so hard that the bones are starting to throb with pain—for the first time since you spotted his tail moving through the water, your fear moves to the back burner. Instead, your mind is humming with the possibilities of this finding.
Which is why you don’t notice him leaning in closer until it’s too late.
“sm—ell— g—ood. smells—good,” he repeats breathily, the air exhaled from those unearthly lungs washing like a cold rain over the side of your cheek. His face—so much larger than yours—is nudging up against the place where your jaw meets your throat, breathing in your scent. You can feel the brush of his pale eyelashes against your sensitive skin.
“want to— t—taste—want to—eat—”
You’re so numb from the cold that you barely feel the razor-like edge of his claw slice through your bared skin, drawing a shallow cut from your thumb down the back of your hand to the bulge of the carpal bones in your wrist. It’s not deep—the pain isn’t even as noticeable as the strangeness of the heat you feel seeping from the injury a second later—which you realize, as the creature pulls back just enough to lick over it—is blood.
Your blood.
He’s lapping at your blood.
You try to scramble to your feet, boots scraping haphazardly against the slippery coating of snow on the ground only to pull him closer by his grip on your hand when you stumble back almost flat to the earth. You prop yourself up on your elbows and then he’s looming over you, nose almost touching yours, the bulk of his broad chest gleaming white like the snow underneath you.
He’s smiling—beaming down at you, eyes wide with joy, such an angelic kind of beauty that for a second, despite everything, your heart seizes up with longing—ribbons of metallic hair curl around his face as they dry or drip down over his chiseled shoulders like rivers of gold—his eyes shimmer in a million colors you couldn’t put names to, almost luminescent even in the scattered halo from the flashlight you discarded a few feet away without thinking—this monster, your angel of death staring you in the face, so beautiful it hurts to look at him—
Stop freezing. You have to run. You have to do something. Your adrenaline isn’t working right, it’s pinning you into the frozen earth just as surely as the creature on top of you. The weight of his body—the juncture between his human abdomen and the tail—settles between your knees, forcing your legs wider to accommodate the mass between them. His mouth moves and again you’re transfixed piecing together his fractured speech.
“you—taste good—soft— sw—sweet. want to—touch—feel. inside.” His low, raspy voice is laced with something besides pleasure—hunger? you can’t tell, you’re not sure, but it has to be—and his eyes drift closed happily as he speaks, one thick arm curling underneath your rigid body to draw it up against his. “let me—inside—? let me feel inside—”
“Get off me!” Do something. Now. You don’t know what he’s talking about (‘feel inside’? what the fuck?), but considering common sense is telling you that there’s a decent chance you’re about to be wolfed down like Christmas dinner, it can’t be anything good.
You struggle awkwardly against the pressure of his arm, but you’re nowhere near worming your way away from him when your bare hand scrapes roughly into the dirt near your leg searching out the pocketknife you keep zipped into one of your chest pockets. Somehow you have a hard time believing the 6cm blade you use to clean under your fingernails is going to do a whole lot of good against the literal monster that’s wrestling you into the snow at the moment, but maybe a decent slash over the face could distract him enough for you to get away?
It doesn’t matter, though—as soon as the back of your thumb makes contact with the rough fragments of ice littering the ground, your escape attempt is thrust to the side in deference to the line of fire screaming out from the cut on your hand. A mixture of clean and dried blood smears out over the dirty snow and you have to bite your tongue to stop yourself from whimpering like an animal.
The pressure against your chest lets up as the monster…sits up, or whatever the anatomically-correct equivalent position is, staring down at you with patronizing concern over his face. “it hurts?” he asks slowly, almost mockingly, but your eyes are fixed on the newly-reopened injury spilling a few final drops of scarlet into the white canvas underneath. So red, like…
The flare.
The fucking flare you were given, for emergencies only.
You’re an idiot.
Before the creature can resume its attack, your abused hand shoots to the thigh pocket where the flare is resting parallel to your leg—you can barely get your cold fingers to move to the right position but you force the stiff digits to grip the zipper and yank it open, bending a few of the metal teeth in the process. He notices you moving, but just cocks his head to the side again, waiting patiently to bat aside whatever pathetic resistance attempt you’ll mount this time—and then you have it—the long rod of the flare is resting in your hand and you slide it out of the pocket to point it out to the side as far from your body as possible—
his eyes narrow a little and he makes to reach out for you again, probably wondering what you’re holding—
your team leader taught you how to use these flares on the first day of the boat trip: hold it downwind remove the cap strike the lid like a match—and in the chaos you barely remember to turn your face away and close your eyes but you do and then—
Heat explodes through the icy air as the black behind your eyelids blooms scarlet from the light of the flare. You can hear it hissing and spitting—or is that the monster?—but more importantly you can feel it, the fiery warmth roasting through the darkness at the end of your arm. You thrust the flare upward blindly (careful not to let it anywhere near you but so desperate at this point that you’d take a nasty burn over being eaten alive) and an instant later you feel the weight of his body lift off you. You don’t have any time to waste—it’ll only burn for a minute, and with the frost still biting through your lungs you’re not going to be running as fast as you’d like—but hey, he’s part fish, right? So all you have to do is get away from the water. At least…you hope.
56 seconds left. You toss the still-burning flare to the side and roll in the other direction, squinting through the all-encompassing red glow to make out the plastic glint of your flashlight. You spot it, dive for it, and wrap your undamaged hand around the familiar grip, tucking the other into the pocket of your jacket for warmth. 49 seconds left. You can hear him behind you—growling or something in that creeping voice—but you can’t look back. Can’t look into those eyes, or you’ll be trapped again, pinned and licked and taken. You haul yourself to your feet and pick a direction—doesn’t matter where, as long as it’s away from the scarlet fire of the flare and the river and him. 43 seconds left.
Behind you, the growling has started to sound like laughter.
Run. Run. Run.
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In the morning, you wake up cold.
You’re nested in your bedroll, but icy sweat is soaking through the fleece lining of your undershirt and your whole body is shaking trying to get you warm again. What a horrible dream, you tell yourself. Just a bad dream. You’re still wearing your outdoor jacket but that must be because you were so tired after the job you were assigned yesterday that you forgot to change into your nightclothes, so silly. One of your hands feels prickly and achy and it stings but that must be because you scraped it on something while taking samples. So careless of you. What a horrible dream, you tell yourself.
The morning light filtering through the tent is silver-grey, almost gold at some angles. You stare into the perfectly normal light, straight up into the place where the sun should be behind the fabric. There’s condensation collecting on the ceiling of the tent; when it drips down onto your bare face, you have this strange idea—that the sudden shock of cold water spilling down your cheek feels almost like…
…almost like the echo of a touch.
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minnie-mei · a month ago
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I’m not sure how to ask this but what’s the dynamic for tengen and the wives and their darling? Like are they all romantic with each other or just you now?
I think I get exactly what you’re asking ! :)
So to put things simply, they are all romantically involved, however the relationship is centered around reader now that you’ve joined the family. Before, it was primarily centered around Tengen. But they were never yandere towards one another, only you.
Of course to put it in more detail, everyone is yandere for you, only you. They’d be willing to kill each other if it absolutely came down to protecting you. They still love each other, but you’re the priority.
Excluding you, Tengen treats the others very equally. He gives and receives affection, and easily gets along fine with everyone. The girls don’t like that he keeps you to himself though. He likes when everyone cuddles up to him at night, and when gets to hold all of you on his lap.
Hinatsuru is sweet on everyone, but finds herself mothering Suma more than Makio and Tengen. She might enjoy free time with Makio the most because their personalities are compatible. She’s quietly affectionate but enjoys any gestures sent her way. She gets stressed when you’re not in her line of sight.
Makio gets annoyed too easily to properly deal with Suma, so she outwardly prefers Hina and Tengen despite loving all three of them. She doesn’t openly give affection towards anyone except their darling, but she doesn’t mind affection being directed towards her as long as she’s calm at the moment.
Suma very obviously prefers you and Tengen above anyone else. She’s still affectionate with anyone who will take it, but she can be unintentionally insensitive when she talks about the other two co-wives. She and Makio argue badly but she thinks that Makio is warm and likes to stand close to her.
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leon-is-a-hoe-for-muzan · 2 months ago
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YANDERE! KIBUTSUJI MUZAN X DARLING! READER - ICY NIGHT
╰┈➤Synopsis : Why not Muzan punish his darling by leaving her outside in the cold, maybe let her get a hypothermia? 
╰┈➤Trigger warning : Yandere Muzan, Violence, Minor DNI, Go choke somewhere else. 
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Under the pitch-black sky of the night, the [H/C] haired girl sat on the ground which was covered with inches of snow. The girl shook and trembled, her teeth chattered as the cold breeze of winter hit her frame, easily penetrating the thin layer of clothing on her body. It had been hours since [Y/N] [L/N] was there, under the bone-chilling weather, outside of the dwelling which her captor called it to be her “home”. Bruises started to form on both of her knees from the excruciatingly long period of kneeling on the ground. 
“ Is this how I am going to die?” 
[Y/N] mumbled to herself as she embraced her body in the hope to conserve the little body heat she has left. Had no tight ropes been binding her ankles and wrist to restrict her movement, she would have taken this opportunity to run away. Get to the civilization that she used to belong to. But alas that was not the case. So the girl stood still, her usual [lip color] lips were now blue, her beautiful skin was now chapped, flakes of snow dangling in her dry and frozen [H/C] locks.
“ Have you learned your lesson? ” 
When a familiar voice of a man reached her ears, [Y/N] quickly snapped her head up, only to meet with a pair of glowing crimson orbs. In front of her was a breathtakingly beautiful raven-haired man dressed for the night. No. This is not a man. He is a ruthless demon. A Beast. The man was the notorious Kibutsuji Muzan. The very same creature who snatched her off the street so that she could become…..what he said? Ah yes. His “darling” 
[Y/N] bit her quivering lips down as she glared at her captor. If she did not know better, she would have yelled series of profanity at him. For what? For taking her freedom away, for taking away her loved ones, and for his occasional unreasonable punishments.
Now you might be wondering what did [Y/N] do so badly to make the demon think that it was only fair that he left her to die from hypothermia during the freezing winter night? Nothing special. All she did was turn her little escape plan to reality and attempted to run away. You know, just like any sane person who was held captive against her will would do.
Instead of letting out her rage, the [H/C] haired girl averted her gaze as she looked down, letting a soft whine to escape from her lips. Right now, she has no mental strength or any sort of pride to be angry. She was tired. She could feel her body slowly shutting down. She needed to do something quickly. Anything that will not end up with her dying from the lack of body heat. 
Standing up as she gathered all the energy in her weak little body, [Y/N] shuffled her restrained legs and somehow inched her body forward and made her way towards her captor. Unfortunately, [Y/N] tripped and fell on her way, landing her face-first on the cold hard snow-covered ground. 
“ My, my. You poor little thing.” 
The demon said as he walked towards the girl whimpering in pain. Extending his hands out, Muzan reached for her icy cheeks, caressing them ever so gently. Normally, [Y/N] would find the raven-haired man’s touches to be inhumanely cold, too lifeless. But having to spend so much time under the deadly weather, she was deprived of anything warm. Therefore, the presence of his large palm on her face was like the warmest and the most comforting thing ever. So she leaned in, savoring the little heat she newly obtained. 
“ I assume that you already learned your lesson then.” 
Muzan mumbled as he moved his hands from her face to the back of her head, only to grab a fistful of [H/C] locks and yank her backward, earning a soft cry from the girl as a result.
“ Will you try to escape from me again, pet?” 
A spiteful hiss escaped his lips as his hands tightly gripped the back of her head. Shaking her head vigorously, [Y/N] replied non verbally, making a promise that she will never try to escape from him ever again. 
“ Good girl. You are a good girl” 
Pleased with her response, Muzan cooed as he let go of her [H/C] locks & the ropes straining [Y/N]’s wrist and legs magically came off at the same time. There was no logical explanation for how the raven-haired demon was able to do such a thing without moving an inch. Even though it was a strange occurrence, [Y/N] couldn’t care less. The ropes that restrained her body for hours magically disappearing was the least of her concern. Right now, all [Y/N] needed was some kind of heat or warmth, anything that will make her warm, anything that will make this mind-numbing coldness disappear. Even if it means holding onto the very man who caused this pain.
So she did exactly what her survival instinct told her to do so. Without giving a second thought, [Y/N] moved her body swiftly and lunged at the demon. Quickly wrapping her icy arms around his body covered in his signature expensive coat, [Y/N] pulled her captor into a tight embrace as a mean to steal some of his body heat to warm herself up.
At first, Muzan was caught off guard with what was going on, causing him to stare blankly at his darling clinging on his body. When her soft delighted purr reached his ears as he watched her nuzzle herself against his body, the demon let out a low chuckle, his arms snaking around her shaking frame. Pressing a tender kiss on [Y/N]’s frosty forehead as he holds her body close to him in bridal style, Muzan spoke on his way back inside, 
“ Now, let’s warm you up, shall we?”
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darkkny · 20 days ago
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Mine and Mine Alone.
Rengoku x Female! Reader
Warnings: Obsessive behavior, Possessive behavior, Delusional! Kyo, Hes kinda creepy.
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You’ve been feeling a little blue lately. You’re best friend, Rengoku Kyoujurou, hasn’t been around in a few days. Usually, the two of you would go out for lunch at the local vendors, spending hours browsing at the stalls and what they had to offer.
  Of course, you couldn’t blame him, after all, he is a Hashira. Rengoku was an extremely busy man. Saving people, hunting things slaying demons. You just wished you could spend more time with him. Just for a little bit, no more than an hour.
  You sighed as you folded a uniform. You worked as a maid at Tengen Uzui’s residence. You didn’t live there and only popped in at certain times, because his wives usually kept the place pretty neat. You really only ever stopped by to make sure they didn’t need anything done or any help. It was a lenient job, you loved his wives and you thought he was a cool person. In fact, he’s the whole reason you met Rengoku. You smile at the memory as you trace the fabric of the uniform. You had just washed an entire basket of cloths and uniforms. Hanging the items on a stretched line in the sun to dry, you finally clip the final piece on when you feel a strong gush of wind rush by you. Stunned, you turn to look for the culprit when you are suddenly hit head-on from the front.
  Yelping, you are thrown on your back immediately, hitting the ground with a painful thud. A gasp and millions of apologies fill your ears as you look up. A man stood before you. You had never seen anyone like him before. His red eyes, and golden hair that rivaled the sun itself blinded you, and you felt a slight blush creep on your face.
  “Hey, are you okay?” He kneels down in front of you, “I’m real sorry about that, I should have been paying attention.” You feel a presence standing over you, and you see Uzui with an amused smile. You narrow your eyes at him. Turning back to the man, “Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Please, just move so I can put these cloths you knocked down back up.”
  You giggle softly at the memory, before placing the uniform on a shelf. You continue this before all the uniforms had been restocked. Wiping your brow, you smile, “All done, now for lunch. I’m starving.” Walking into the main room of the house you say a farewell to Hinatsuru, Makio, and Suma. They smile and thank you before going about their business. You do the same.
  Opening the shoji, you step out onto the engawa. You stopped to think about what you wanted for lunch. You decided on shrimp tempura. Your mouth watered at the thought and you step off the engawa. Walking down the garden path to the gate entrance, you stop when you hear voices. Checking to see if you knew who they were, you turn the corner to come face to face with the man of the hour with Uzui in tow. “AH! (Y/N). Just the person I was looking for.” He walks up to you and pulls into a light embrace, “Are you busy at the moment?” You smile, “Oh, No. I cant say that I am. I was just on my way to get lunch.”
He laughs loudly, “Great! I was going to ask you to go to lunch with me, but now you have no choice. Let us go. I will continue our conversation later, Tengen.” You look over at the mentioned man. He held an impatient and exasperated expression, “Hurry then, you’re the one who said it was of urgent importance.” You cock your head to the side. You shrug and jog ahead to join Rengoku who had already begun walking only stopping once he realized you weren’t following. You two set out for the village.
You both found a suitable restaurant, a little more upscale than you believed you were used to. You nearly fainted when you had seen the prices of the food, but Rengoku assured you that he would pay despite your many protests. Your head was bowed in shame as you looked down at your lap. He gave a short laugh, “(Y/N), you mustn’t be so down, I’m more than happy to pay for your food. It is my treat.” You sighed. There was no use in denying him. After you had both decided what you were going to have, you stuck with your choice from earlier, You both settle down and begin to talk waiting for your food to arrive.
  “(Y/N), I must apologize for my absence. I haven’t been able to meet with you much, between my duties and a project I’ve been working on on the side I’ve been left with no time. I haven’t meant to push you aside or anything of the sort.” You smile and sigh, “Its thoughtful that you apologized, Kyojuro.” He smiled. “I understand you’ve been busy.” You tilt your head more, “What are you working on?” His eyes light up in excitement, “I’m so glad you asked, well I’ve been thinking about it a lot and I think it's an amazing idea. I just need one key thing and thats-” He’s cut off by the waiter. “Here you go,” He sets Kyojuro’s item down with a distasteful glance before setting yours down, “and here you are.” He gives you a small smile.
“Has anyone told you that you are just stunning?” You look up in shock, “I.. I’m sorry what?” The waiter throws you a flirty look, “You are beautiful. Say, would you like to go out sometime?” You give him a confused face. “Oh, uh, that’s sweet, but, uhm, no thanks.” The man pays no mind and reaches for your hand, Rengoku reaches it first. He holds it softly. “She said no. Leave her alone.” The man scoffs.
  “Stay out of this man. This is between me and the lady.” He looks at you and winks. Kyojuro’s hold on your hand tightens. You look over at his face. He had a wide, dark smile on his face and his hold on your hand grew impossibly tighter. Using his other hand, he threw money on the table and stood up. “We’ll be taking our food to go. Don’t even think about coming after us, I will hurt you.” You gasp, “Rengoku, you cant threaten people like that.” 
He says nothing as he pulls you out of the restaurant. Groaning, he leads you into a small alley. Embracing you, he pushes you against the wall. You hesitate to hold him and he notices. Tightening his hold on you, he mutters a quiet, ”embrace me back.” You shakenly place your arms around him. He breathes into your neck, his breaths getting heavier and heavier with each passing moment.
  “It wasn’t a threat, love. It was a fucking promise.” You’re rendered speechless by Kyojuro’s foul language, “R-Rengoku? Whats going on?” He curses under his breath and pulls away before grabbing your shoulders, “Its Kyojuro. Kyojuro, okay? Lovers call each other by their first names and we’re in love.” He smiles widely at you, “I couldn’t stand it when he was talking to you like that. Talking to what’s mine like that. He cant have you, I wont let him. You’re mine. You love me like i love you.” Your mouth opens and you feel fear rush through your being.
  “Rengoku I-” “KYOJURO.” You flinch at his manic shout, and tears fill your eyes. “Kyojuro, whats gotten into you? Why are you acting like this?” He chuckles before backing away, “See, I had asked myself that the other day too. I wondered why i felt this way. I realized, (Y/N). Its because of you. All you.” He spreads his arms out. “I’m in love with you, and you’re in love with me. We’re destined to be together,” He smiles gleefully. Taking your hands in his, he smiles. “(Y/N), I love you so much. So much it hurts to be away from you. I never want you out of my sight ever again. So, i made a plan. Ive practically already finalized it with Tengen.”
  “You’re going to leave Tengen’s residence and come to mine to work, you’ll be mine fully, and I’ll love you every second of everyday,” You began to shake, “I-I what? Kyojuro,” he shivered, “I don’t want that.” He stopped, “Of course you do. Youre mine. Mine. Mine.” Your body freezes up as he grabs your face and pulls you in for a kiss. He lets out a moan and pulls away with a heavy blush and half-lidded eyes. “Its okay, my love. Me and you will always be together. Forever and ever. You are mine and mine alone.”
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ineedavirtualboyfriend · 4 months ago
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Delusional yandere douma has been haunting my mind for days
❥︎He willing to do anything to make you happy
❥︎act like a puppy waiting for his master to praise him
❥︎ "y/n-chan~~~!!"
❥︎ " ne ne i love you "
❥︎and of course will pleasure you till your limit
❥︎ tend to cum inside you "ack-!! y/n-chan f..feels s..so good♡︎♡︎!!" literally can't
❥︎ isn't that so cute to see him begging to be touch
❥︎ grinding you your thigh to finish himself if you're lazy
❥︎ no need to waste your energy , he will take care of it °•°
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