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Young Deity | Platonic Yandere Dōma x Toddler Reader
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Prior Installments 1, 2,
“Papa, I made a bookway for you!”
“Oh? Why thank you (Y/n)! Did you pick these flowers all by yourself?”
You nodded, gleefully watching as your rainbow-eyed father lit up with excitement. Scooping you up into his cold embrace, kissing your chubby cheeks as you beamed with pride. He took the gaggle of flowers and motioned for one of your maids to get a vase for your gift. While you waited for your father’s attention to return to you, you looked at the various people bowing within the room. Letting your own rainbow-flashing eyes roam over those in the room, no one seemed to stick out to you except for a younger woman’s eyes disappearing with her bowing head. You said nothing as you looked up to your father whose annoyed stare bore into your face until you met his gaze. Once you did your father gave you a fanged smile before snuggling against your head; easily dismissing the crowd. 
“That will be all for today. Leave us.” 
“Thank you Dōma-sama!” “Thank you, oh great one!” 
You watched as they all filtered out, especially the woman with the bright eyes; with two other followers flanking her sides. She was odd to you but you thought nothing of it when you buried your face into the cloth of your father’s robes. 
“What is it my precious? What’s bothering you?”
“...not’ing Papa…I jus’ wanna see ya.”
“Awww but of course! You know I’ll leave everything for you!” The demon lifted your tiny body up high bringing you back to his chest as he addressed your armed maids. 
“What’s next on (Y/n)’s schedule?”
Yun spoke up bowing deeply as she spoke. “First they will be having lunch than their evening nap. After that, they will have their economic instruction and then–”
“That’s enough Yun we’re skipping schooling today.”
“Yes, Dōma-sama.” If she wanted to protest she gave no sign, instead waiting to be dismissed as her leader cradled you as he walked away. Holding you up with ease he put his ear to your tummy nodding to nothing as he heard your giggles vibrate. 
“Oh my? Is that a hungry tummy I hear? Is it really time for us to feed it already?”
He cooed as you giggled at his antics. All but familiar with the urgency he made his demands for your food. In no time at all various trays were prepared with smaller chopsticks in your hand you sat on your father’s lap as you dove into your meal. 
You missed the way Doma’s eyes darkened when you smiled to yourself cheeks full of your meal. But he quickly brightened once more as you eagerly agreed to hid question-not that he would have let you refuse.
“Hey precious, why doesn’t Papa feed you? All you’ll have to do is sit there and Papa will do the rest. Sounds good, right?”
“Okay!”
You sat comfortable in your father’s lap, letting your stomach weigh heavy as you let the spoon hover to your mouth with ample sizes. Dōma admired the little smile and the nonsensical tapping of your hands as you chewed on your food. He watched as your eyes began to droop and he had to prod at your lips for you to open them. When you no longer perked up to eat he hummed at the steady sound of your little breaths. Discarding the utensils and the tray of unfinished food he scooped you up leaving the conference room for your shared bedroom. Dōma didn’t need sleep but he would rather be slain then have you refuse to cuddle up to him as you fall asleep. Being the sole instigator of any emotions he refuses to let you sleep without him being there; whether its along with you or watching from afar. 
“...bright eyes…flow’r…”
Dōma’s rainbow gaze snapped to you as you mumbled in your sleep. It was something you did often but always with traits or names he recognized. Master was Muzan, Koku was Kokushibo, Soft lady was Daki, and you had plenty of other names you dubbed by those that you met. But bright-eyes was a new one. He fought the desire to tighten his hold on you. Wouldn't want you waking up or breaking your tiny little body. He planned to satiate the uncomfortable spike that the mere title brought him. Deciding it best to be patient for the time being.
“Bright eyes, huh? Well, I wonder what you're like?”
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“Oh great young one! It is an honor to happen upon your presence!” 
The voice of a woman had you looking up from your figurines, your maid on staff already standing guarded. It was the woman you had spotted bowing to your father, what caught your attention were her eyes. Brightly green, with olive skin she was like no one you’d ever seen before. That and your eyes seemed to go to her every time she was in the room. Black hair curved around her face held up by an intricate flower that matched her kimono. 
She bowed slowly letting her gaze rise up to look at you as you stared at the flower. Tilting your head at the sight, you spoke with intention.
“That flower is it…a Dahlia?”
The woman snapped up with a smile on her face as she hovered her hand over the flower.
“Hah~! Your young grace even knows this?! How wise and powerful of you~!”
You rubbed at your eyes, an irritation building up as you pushed away a thought. What’s a Dahlia? Nonetheless, you continued. Not like you couldn't anyway.
“Do you own a flower…shop?”
“Hmmhmm~! Back home my father has a plantation that farms many things, I’ve recently come to bring some of his flowers here!” 
She happily informed which immediately spawned another question but you had your own.
“Is that…heallf’y?”
“Excuse me, your grace?”
“Fer da plants, da ones dat bewong he’r?”
Your maid preened as you asked such an informed question. She and her nurse counterparts had recently informed you about the intricacies of ecosystems. Any normal child wouldn't have understood, most definitely, but you of course were above them in every which way! She couldn't be more proud. Unfortunately, the heiress didn’t feel the same, letting a shadow fall over her face. But as quickly as it came it was gone back to her beaming visage, or it would have been had it not been for her twitching eye. That question burned in your head forcing you to ask with an intensity that made her nervous.
“Have you ever had a flower called the blue-spider lily?”
She faltered returning to bowing as she apologizes, “N-no, your greatness! B-but I can find it I’m sure!” 
You gave a look of disappointment turning back to your figurines, where you found that you weren’t as hurt as before. You refused to think about it anymore instead looking to your caretaker to take you away. You didn’t want to talk to this woman anymore, attempting to move to your caretaker’s open arms.
“Wait! Your grace could you offer me your divine word?!--”
“L-let–”
The pull against your garbs was tight. You worried you'd lose them if she didn't stop.
“Please your grace! I’ve been having trouble with my business lately–”
“Pwease let–”
“--The donations! I can give greater if only you would–”
“Didn’t you hear them? They asked you to let them go.”
Dōma’s voice rang out with an audience of other followers watching in scorn. Your maid acted fast slapping the woman’s hand away from you. Everyone watched in silence as she stood frozen in place. Broken out of your stillness by the nudge from your maid, you ran to your father letting him scoop you into his arms to hold you close. 
“Yun, if you’d please.”
“Yes, great one.”
Your maid drew closer to her as Douma shielded your sight, turning away to walk to one of the many rooms meant for enlightenment. Over your father’s shoulder you peeked around to see the woman now in tears soon blocked by the followers gathering tightly around her. 
“It’s not a loss. she hasn’t been all that giving anyway.” Douma spoke in the empty room, letting you play with another set of figurines as he lounged about. 
“She…owns a fl’wr shop…” Douma snapped his gaze toward you, smiling pensively as he tilted his head.
“Oh is that so? Well I wonder…?” He left the question unfinished continuing the thought in his head as he thought of his master. He watched you fiercely rub your eyes with your little hands as you spoke in a low tone.
“She doesn’t know about it.” 
He smiled as he watched you sneeze before going back to playing with your figurines. Looking deeply into your own rainbow-shifting eyes he let out a dry laugh as he rubbed your head.
“Well isn’t that helpful?”
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yandere-kokeshi · 1 year
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— How dare you?
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Pairing: Yandere Douma x GN reader
Summary: While Douma is busy with other things, he has assigned a follower of his to watch you. But, what if they dislike you?
Warnings: Yandere behavior, details of decapitation, and a dead body, abuse towards reader (not by douma), threats.
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The room was uncomfortable. It was quiet, odd… different from when Douma was here. 
You were used to his loud and teasing voice, physical touches that were too tight, and his playful tricks that always warmed your heart. But this quietness was…. A difference. 
“Nyaa~!! You’re so cute!” Douma expressed while pinching your cheeks — his grin showing off his very pointy teeth and reflecting eyes. You hummed in response, gently pushing off his pointy claws before rubbing your cheeks. “That hurts, Douma.” 
“I couldn’t help myself! You’re just so adorable,” He stated in excitement, his black crown tilting to the side with his head as his hand rested on his cheek, looking at you with his rainbow eyes. 
Your body and face were hurting, bruises forming from how mad and irritated the so-called ‘follower’ had hit you. When leaving, Douma had summoned a follower — a trusted woman who promised to adore and watch over you as he went out. 
But as the hours went on, the more irritated she was; looking at you with such hatred and jealousy. While you did try to make conversation with her, she never replied or did blunt ones; an occasional hum or a ‘yeah’ thrown your way. 
While she was quiet and ignoring you, she had left a few minutes ago to retrieve food for you. Which you were grateful for as you were hungry. 
It felt like hours — days even since Douma was gone. You wanted him here, gently caressing your skin as he kissed your forehead.
His sweet lotus and warm sun to an amber fragrance that always helps you calm down. 
“Your hair is so dirty, Douma-san,” You say loudly while helping with Douma’s hair, brushing the knotted blood and leaves stuck in his hair.
He hummed in response, leaning more into you as he let your mind run — either letting you know he listened to what you said, or simply agreeing with your statement. Who knows?
But, the minute he saw you looking at him in the vanity mirror, watching you smile to yourself while brushing his hair. It made him feel somewhat special — a feeling he’s never felt before. 
“You’re so mean!! Pet me, darling!” He states with a smile, his rainbowed eyes shining in the orange lamps nearby as he pulls your waist close to his face, which makes his teeth nip at your torso. 
A tear ran down your face, which you quickly wiped. Wondering how long you’ve been locked in this small, crowded room. You do miss him, don’t you? 
Suddenly, the shoji slammed open, causing you to flinch and let out a pity yelp. 
“Why are you still on the ground? You’re haori will get dirty.” The follower snickered.
She walked in and placed a food tray onto the small-lowered table, consisting of miso soup, soba, some side tangerines, and a rice bowl, along with a steaming cup of green tea. 
It looked somewhat appetizing.
“Eat up, this is all yur’ getting.” She stated while turning her back towards you, walking to the mirror to fix up her hair.
But as you continue staring at her, she makes direct eye contact with you in the mirror. 
Gulping, you looked away and averted your gaze to the floor, unsure of what to do. This is very awkward.
You heard a sigh coming from her, “Really? What a waste of food. Y’know, people would die for that kind of stuff.” She scoffed, almost unbelievable at you ‘wasting the food’. 
It’s not that you weren’t hungry — you very were. It’s just… you were intimidated by the woman.  
Hesitantly looking at the dish, you reached over and grabbed the tea, smelling the cup.
It was steaming — you felt it on your nose and cheeks, grazing against it. You were hesitant to drink it, it smelled off. 
“Stop worrying so much, it’s like I didn’t poison it!” The woman stated, pushing the drink more down your throat, forcing it to pass your sealed lips and into your mouth.
It burned. 
You couldn’t breathe. The taste violated your throat, burning and crawling at the insides as it went down.
It sunk into your tongue, choking and corking it.
You spat out the hot water, ruining your outfit and staining the floors. 
“Hey! Watch it!” She screamed.
“What is wrong with you!” She yelled at you again, getting up while brushing her dress that was drenched in hot tea. “You ruined it! Look at it, you imbecile!” 
“I’m sorry!” You apologized, coughing at the burning taste as your eyes water. “I– am, let me help!” Grabbing tissues nearby, you reached over to start dabbing at her clothing before she pushed you away.
Hitting the ground, you let out a small ‘ouch’ before yelling out in pain as the woman kneeled and grabbed your hair, yanking it back with a fist full of your hair. 
Struggling against her grip, you tried to scream but she slammed a hand over your mouth. 
“I’ll kill you right here and now!” She screamed at you, looking at you with her face turning cherry-red. “I don’t see why Douma-san likes you! You’re worthless, idiotic, and a piece of garbage that deserves to be burnt!”  
You stopped struggling. Tears soon form in your eyes and fall down your cheeks. You grasped her hands as they tightened against your scalp. 
“Please let me go, it was an accident!” You requested against her rough palms.
At this point, she went crazy. Her other fist balled up, making its way toward you with such speed that you didn’t even feel the wind graze against your skin. You expected — almost felt the punch. 
But, the hit never reached you. Instead, you were greeted with her entire arm being held in a tight grip by Douma’s hold. The sounds of the woman's failed gasps could be seen and heard.
“How dare you.”
Douma’s rage was indefinite. His eyes highlighted sharply in the lamps, and his veins and stoic face showed so violently as his fan was raised to his face, closing with the golden marks shining. 
“How could you say something so cruel, Kimiko?” He asked, his head tilting. His eyes were completely emotionless — a different look from how he looked at you. 
Her face dropped. A look of fear rose instead of anger. Immediately, she started stuttering, words failing to come out in a complete sense. “Do–uma! I’m so sorry, p-please forgive me!” 
But, her words were drowned out by the sounds of her bone cracking, her agonized screams shot through the room as she tried pulling away from his tight hold. But to no avail, he kept holding and tightening his shift to make sure she hurt. 
He continued crushing her arm, his face staying the same as she continued screaming.
Screams that were begging, pleading — horrifying sounds that were telling him to ‘let go!’ and ‘I won’t do it again!’. 
Finally, after what felt like an entirety, he let go. But continued staring at her with his emotionless eyes.
Stumbling upward onto your knees, you reached over and pulled his shirt; slightly catching his attention as you saw his hand twitch.
However, he ignored you.
Within a second, he raised his hand with his fan and blood splattered throughout the walls and floor. Her head was separated from her body, disappearing and exploding in confetti amongst the walls in deep red.
It happened so fast that you didn’t get the time to blink.  
“What else did she do?” He asked bluntly.
Turning towards you with an angered face — his veins popping out, his engraved number growing in size, and fangs barring with a slight hiss.
Although they immediately shrinked the minute he sees your stressed-out face. 
He reached down for you, in which you were swept into his big arms and carried to the bed. As Douma plopped you down onto the soft mattress, tears started forming in your eyes again, falling from the event that took place.  
The tears were wiped away with sharp fingers. As you reopen your eyes, you connect with bright ones.
Sitting down in front of you, Douma gently grabbed your face, turning it to the side to examine the forming bruise. 
“What else did she do while I was gone, hm?” He asked, but sounded more like a demand by the tone of his voice.
His playful tone came back, watching you as you reflexively pull at the damped haori.
He looked at the haori and saw what you were doing, which he grabbed it, and peeled it off from you.
“I’ll call the maids to clean this–” He smiled and hinted at the scene behind him, “–and get you some new clothes.” 
Suddenly, he grabbed your hands and brought them to his lips. He licked your finger, and you winced at the slight sting; not noticing you had gotten a cut. 
He giggled, laughing at your reaction. His hands slid behind your back and pushed you closer to his chest, making you lean on him. Taking a deep breath, you were assured of safety with his presence.
Feeling his slow heartbeat, it was calming — something you needed.
His chin lays on top of your head, his grip tightening as his other hand traveled to the back of your head, slightly massaging your sore spot.
“Nobody touches you without my permission.” 
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faesdreaming · 2 years
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Can I please request headcanons for platonic Yandere Douma for a human child
Yandere Platonic Douma
a/n: I’m so sorry about the delay in my posting, I had some family stuff to take care of, but thank you all for supporting me and the content I have out!
tw: yandere themes, implied abandonment/neglect, cult themes, reader is kinda insulted by Douma, but not really, implied murder, cannibalism, Douma is his own warning tbh, reader tries to pull a Kotoha
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•You met Douma on a cold winter night with a harsh storm blowing through the air. The Upper Kizuki had been out, hunting for a meal. That’s when he happened upon the body of a young child, seemingly frozen to death. Oh, how pitiful! The child had to die in such cruel and uncaring manner. Douma would have left if you didn’t make a sudden motion. Swiftly, Douma turned his gaze towards you. You were still alive? That peaked his interest. Such strength in such a puny little thing. How amusing!
•Even though Douma can’t feel true emotions, he can express small things such as admiration. And admire you he does- you’re such a tenacious little thing. You’d grow to become quite useful if given the proper care. Perhaps he could turn you into a demon to serve his master. If you were this strong as a young human, you’d be even stronger as a demon. Maybe even becoming an Upper Moon like himself!
•Douma then took you to his cult where he ordered the cult members to look after you. You remained in a coma for a few days, and then you finally woke up. Confused and scared, you started to panic. Where were you? What were you doing here? And more importantly— who were you? You began to thrash around at the cult members who were assigned to take care of you. Hearing the commotion, Douma went to the room you were kept. The moment he stepped in the room you fell still. Even though you were young, you could feel the intimidating presence behind his smiling face.
•Douma walked over to you and greeted you with false sweetness. You shrunk into yourself, avoiding his gaze. Douma noticing your shyness, found it adorable. Who wouldn’t though? You were so tiny, hiding in the soft sleep kimono you were wearing. Douma decided then and there to keep you by his side. Kind of like Kotoha’s situation, except he wanted to turn you into a demon. Plus, he’s always been fond of children, so this isn’t that unusual. Douma began to quiz you, unsurely, you answered his questions which allowed him to discover your amnesia. That was convenient, you were a blank slate. Someone who he could mold however he wanted.
•Thus, your life at the cult started. The cult members were instructed to treat you well, and they did. Your new life— not that you could remember your old one- was pleasant. All your needs were met, you’d never go hungry or thirsty, you were comfortable. But life there was also strange. You had ‘lessons’ in which you were taught about your apparent saviour, Douma. You were told that he was your life, your entire being belonged to him, and you must obey him. You didn’t really like those lessons, but you did enjoy one thing. Your training in the art of tessenjustu, overseen by a skilled member of the cult. Within, two months time, you grew accustomed to your routine, excelling in both your studies and training. Douma became intrigued with your fast improvement and decided to oversee your training himself.
•That day you’d woken up like normal, eaten breakfast, attended your morning lessons, eaten lunch, and attended your afternoon lessons. And then finally, you would go to your tessenjustu training. However, your excitement faded when you saw him, Lord Douma himself, standing in place of your usual teacher. Swiftly, you fell into a bow. His overly-false friendly attitude still unnerved you. Despite this, you maintained a cool face and behaved politely. The question of his purpose for being here danced on your tongue, but you withheld it. As if he sensed your inquiry, Douma explained that he would be training you as of now. Your eyes widened slightly in shock, then you quickly returned your face to its neutral expression. Douma noted your shock, allowing an uncertain silence to wash over you until he ordered you to attack him. You froze in surprise, he surely couldn’t expect to to attack him! Oh but he did, he then ‘asked’ you to demonstrate your abilities. Although, you both knew it wasn’t actually a request so much as it was a demand. You took a deep breath and got into the proper stance. Then, you launched your attack. You couldn’t penetrate his defence but you were quite good for a novice. Your moves were quickly, with some precision. Just not a lot of strength behind them. The session ended when you were doubled over, panting, trying to regain your energy. Douma was unharmed, the unnerving smile remained painted on his face. Normally, people would have felt ashamed or embarrassed, but you didn’t. Instead, you thanked him for the lesson and left. Your reaction interested Douma, who would train with you every five to eight days when he had time.
•Douma and your training sessions not only raised your skill level, but formed a bond between you two as student and teacher. You began to respect him, not worship him like other humans, or dismiss him as an annoyance like other demons, you simply respected him. The bond began to deepen and Douma found himself training you more often as his admiration for you turned into affection. Then, his affection turned into love. He realized that he loved you after your latest training session finished, you thanked him as usual and went on your way. Douma had decided to turn you into a demon a long time ago, but he didn’t want you to become a servant to his master, Douma realized. He wanted to turn you into a demon so that you would remain by his side forever. He felt elated at this revelation, he could feel emotions, all of which were spurned by you. His heart beat for you, he couldn’t let you go, not now.
•Yet it seems like your utopia was not destined to last long, as you noticed some cult members you were close too were disappearing. Which was totally not Douma killing them out of jealousy. You grew concerned and uneasy, and you decided to discuss the disappearances with Douma. However, the sight that greeted you halted all your thoughts. It was Douma, your teacher, your saviour, the man you saw as a father, eating a woman. You froze, stunned by his actions and questions formed quickly. He was a cannibal? How could he lie to you? Was he going to eat you too? You didn’t want to stick around long enough to find out. Douma then noticed your presence, but before he could do anything, you took off, running as fast as you could.
Huffing, you ran as quickly as your legs would carry you through the woods near the Paradise Faith Cult. Your lungs felt like they would burst, and every part of your body ached from pain and coldness. You couldn’t remember how long you’d been running for, almost an hour if you had to guess. But no matter how much your body hurt, you couldn’t rest. Not when he was chasing you. But your body told a different story.
You felt numb, for you’d been running barefoot in a sleep kimono through the snow-filled woods. The wind was harsh and howled as blew. A flurry of snowflakes whipped around, aiding in blocking your vision along with the dark of the night. Puffs of steam left your parted lips as you panted. You previously wanted to hit yourself for putting yourself in this situation, but this was probably a better punishment.
Honestly, how could be so stupid? You’d always been slightly off-put by Douma, but you let your suspicions go as you cultivated a relationship with him. Your lip quivered and you realized you were about to cry. You bit your lip to prevent from breaking into full-on sobs, but couldn’t stop the few tears that welled up. The tears froze as they fell, adding to the cruel cold that overwhelmed you. Still, you pushed yourself to keep going. You weren’t going to die here. Douma himself had said it, you were a survivor. So, no matter what, you wouldn’t die. You’d get out of this alive, you swore to yourself. The trees further up were more open, you noted, squinting to try and get a closer look. A clearing, you thought excitedly, a way out of here!
You sped up, aided by your new-found adrenaline. As you bounded up the snow, something about the clearing seemed off. But you couldn’t turn back now, not when you’d made it this far. Setting your suspicions aside, you focused on getting to the clearing. Finally, after what seemed like forever, you reached the opening. Your eyes widened in surprise when you realized what was at the end of it— a cliff! You skidded to stop and stared down to the bottom of it. Gulping, you turned you looked down below. Beneath the cliff was a rushing river. You clenched your teeth, unsure of what to do.
“My, my, (Y/N), you’ve gone quite far, haven’t you?”
You gulped in fear and slowly turned to face him, to face Douma. A rush of emotions flooded through you, ranging from horror to anger. Horrified because this monster had caught up to you, angry because he had betrayed you, sad because you loved him, and guilt because you could’ve saved yourself and others if you just payed attention and listened to your gut. There were so many things you could’ve done, should’ve done in that moment. Alas, you remained still as a deer in headlights.
Douma smiled that unnerving smile of his, but he couldn’t hide the anger in his eyes. “Come along now (Y/N), it’s time to return home.”
You shook your head slightly, then you took a small step back. The edge of the cliff crumbled, alarming both you and Douma. In that moment, Douma felt both fear and anger surging through him. He was angry at you for leaving him. But he was also angry at himself for being careless, he should’ve turned you into a demon sooner. And honestly, you’d be better off for it. Look at the state of you, pale and shivering from the cold. You looked sickly and would surely fall ill. Still, Douma was mostly fearful of losing the only thing he’s ever loved, the one person who made him feel.
“It’s alright (Y/N). You’re forgiven, I won’t hurt you,” cooed Douma, attempting to coax you from cliff. His efforts only caused you to back up further.
Suddenly, the edge cliff crumbled more and the chunk you had stepped onto broke off. You shrieked as you fell backwards. Douma rushed to catch you, panic in his voice as he shouted your name. And then you blacked out, the cold and tiredness having caught up with you. Douma managed to grasp your wrist in time and hoisted you up. He possessively held you to his chest, carrying you bridal style. Your body was almost as cold as his, Douma noted frowning with concern. Yet there was sense of relief that washed over him. You were back in his arms, and he would never let you go again.
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mayullla · 9 months
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Title: Little Sunshine! (Part 2)
Characters: Mainly Akaza with Douma (/Doma) at the end! (Demon Slayer)
Summary: You were taken into the Paradise Faith cult with Kotoha (Inosuke's mother.) And Douma became rather fond of you like he did with Kotoha. When Kotoha ran away, she had no choice but to leave you behind as Douma hid the truth away from you. After becoming a demon you slept for a year and finally woke up again.
Warnings/tags: Platonic yandere, fem!child!reader, reader recently got turned into a demon and just woke up
Note: Part 1 is here!
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Akaza didn't know when or why he started to become so attached to you. When he was forced to come to Douma's cult to tell that damn demon some news about the demon slayers, he wanted to keep the time there at the minimum.
That was where he met you.
You were alone in the middle of the garden, looking everywhere, confused and tired. He thought you were a human child at first but had to take a second glance when he realized that you were a demon.
He wondered if it was a joke, a demon art of some demon that could turn into a kid. Yet when he saw your eyes, it was clear that you were not a trap made by some weak demon. You looked at him with no fear but with curiosity and wonder. An innocence that was not supposed to be in a demon yet there...
You took a step towards him when your leg suddenly lost energy and started to fall. You thought you would hit the floor, face first into the dirt, but that never happened when the collar of your sleeping robe was grabbed by the mysterious man who was once on top of the wall.
Looking up at him, you saw the man confused face, surprised at his own actions. "Thank you, mister!" You said, returning to looking down to the floor, your feet not quite reaching as you made a kicking motion.
He let you down after a pause, but before Akaza could leave, you started asking him questions. Asking if he knew where Douma was? "How do you know that guy?" Akaza asked curiously at you. You pouted at him as he didn't answer your questions. "I live here! Douma-sama had let me stay!" You told him flapping your shoulders' sleeves.
Somehow, everything clicked in an instant when he realized who you were. He suddenly remembered that long ago, Douma had asked Muzan if he could turn a small kid into a demon a year or two ago.
You were probably the child that he had turned into a demon.
Akaza snapped back into reality when he felt his pants being tugged, looking down to see you holding him, wondering why he wasn't saying anything.
"Mister, are you okay?" You asked curiously. Giving you a grunt, you took it as a sign that he was okay and smiled at him. Watching that smile, it was strange if not weird almost to see it in a demon. Most demons have malicious intent, as most have killed or done things that were morally wrong, even if they haven't by now the smell of blood should linger on their skin. Demons can't eat food anymore to survive.
They needed blood.
Yet here you were. He barely could smell any of it from you. He wondered if this was the first time this ever happened. Why were you even here, Akaza thought to himself as he unconsciously patted your head.
When you giggled, the innocent sounds made him uneasy.
"Mister, play with me!" You called out to him, raising your arms. "Up! Up!" You told him. Akaza blinked again in surprise when he saw you asking him such a thing. Never in his life after becoming a demon did someone ask him to play like this. Most human kids run away either because they already know that he was a demon or they witness him kill someone.
However, you refuse to let your hands down and continue to stare at him. He wondered if you couldn't feel it at all, the difference in rank between him and you. Most demons can't even look at him in the eyes. Yet it seems that you didn't care as you approached him again one step and then suddenly lost strength again, staggering as you thought that you would fall again.
Akaza caught you... again. Why did he do that??
Bring you up to eye level, holding you by the collar Akaza examined you as if you were some foreign alien. You looked at him again and smiled as he wondered why you are so weird?!
Reaching out to him again, you motioned that you want to get on his shoulders.
"... Fine... Just this once." Following your instructions hesitantly as he placed you on his shoulders, holding your legs as you held on his hair. You giggled as you started pointing him in directions to head to, "Go there, Mister! Go there!"
It was so awkward for him as he followed your childish demands, wondering why he was even listening to them. Walking over to trees, you touched the branches that were far too high for you to reach before and beamed at him with self-pride. "I am so tall!" You laughed.
The more the two of you played under the moonlight, the more relaxed Akaza started to become. When was the last time he played like this when he was relaxed with almost no care in the world? He smiled as you showed off to him that you were taller than him when both of you knew that he was carrying you which made you tall.
And Akaza... maybe in a way, wanted to show his powers to you. He thought it would be a fun idea really.
You gasped in surprise when he jumped, the wind on your hair, as you guys reach so high over 3-story buildings up. This was your first time seeing up so high. You shouted in awe and excitement as the both of you landed on the roof of a building. You raved on and on about how cool that was and that Akaza was amazing, with so much respect in your eyes begging him to do it again.
You don't know how long you played with Akaza, jumping higher and higher up in the sky, and you looked at the world around you under the night sky. You didn't know when you fell asleep again, a smile on your lips hugging Akaza's neck as he held you in his arms.
Akaza looked at you in wonder, wondering why you were a demon yet so amazed by what Akaza thought was normal as a demon.
But right now wasn't the time.
"You can show yourself now." Akaza didn't turn around to face Douma. He knew for a long time when the guy showed up but would rather focus on you to really care for the man.
"Ah, Akaza-donno, thank you for taking care of her. She has been sleeping for a while now and must have been so confused to wake alone like this. It is such a shame that I wasn't by her side." Douma walked towards you, his eyes on your hair, your face hidden by Akaza's neck softly snoring away, unable to notice the two demons looking at you.
"She didn't notice anything... she is weak." Akaza stated he could not smell, not even a scent of blood other than Muzan and Douma's in you. In his mind, it was obvious that Douma had been staving you for so long now.
"She has been sleeping for over a year now after her transformation to a demon. The poor little girl refused to drink blood when her senses were telling her to do so. I had an amazing meal prepared just for her, too, that time." Douma smiled, his eyes on you slowly turning to the one holding you. "Thank you for caring for her but I will take it over from her-"
Douma's hand that was reaching out for you suddenly exploded into bits and pieces, spraying blood and flesh. His eyes still smiling as he stared at Akaza showed no emotions of annoyance or anger.
But you could see a small vein on the side of his temple.
Akaza didn't want to give you back to Douma. He didn't want to give you to this sick bastard because Akaza knew that he would break you. And as a demon now, this pain can be forever. Rather than with Douma, Akaza knew you would be father better off with him.
He would not let you go, not like this.
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reine-uls · 1 year
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jooeyoo · 11 months
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Full parts: Until death do us part
Pairing: Douma x femReader
Tags: mentions of blood, self mutilation, manipulation, kidnapping, obsession, gore, douma himself bffr.
Summary: He kidnaps you after finding you wounded, and keeps you around for his own amusement-until you can’t take it anymore.
“I told you, you weren’t going to leave. Ever”  
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Her breath hitched as she ran through the ruins of a town she once called home. It was unrecognizable, a distant memory that would still escape her as she grew older, a reminder not all things last. A reminder of life’s misery. The hem of her kimono ripped as she ran as fast as she could, her legs beginning to sore, her heartbeat irregular, the tears in her eyes clouding her vision through the tall ivory flames into the night sky. The heat of the air radiated onto every living creature, the smoke was intoxicating and caused her to suddenly stop as she grew victim to a coughing fit. Her lashes flickered,  and shot wide at the sight of the blood all over her hands, and down her chest. That’s right...I had been..impaled
Her knees grew weak as she fell to the hard ground, the pain coming back to her now as she held onto the gaping wound. She spat as a pool of blood leaking out from the depths of her gut- she stared in horror. I’m going to die...I’m going to die in this god forsaken place
Her vision began to falter once more, blurred by the smoke and the antagonising feeling of pain in her stomach. Fatigue slowly began to creep onto her body, as the unavoidable darkness of the void crept into her vision of sight. Her limbs no longer felt her own.
All dreams and aspirations she had, gone
All the memories, pain, and happiness she had endured, had been reducing to nothing- to ash in just mere hours.
Everyone she knew..who had even survived..?
Did it really matter, she was going to die herself. She thought she was at peace with the idea of death, at peace with the idea that the world is never ending, never stopping, constantly evolving yet she couldn’t deny the pit that formed in her stomach. It was so much more uncomfortable than the pain she had now grown accustomed to. Her eyes shot back open, the pupils much more dilated- they shook at the very idea of dying. Where would she go? Would a God punish her for her sins, for her mistakes? Or embrace her, and tell her she did well? Or was there nothing at all, a void devoid of any joy or misery- simply nothingness. A place where no gods, or angels roamed- but only the darkness. Darkness
Her head snapped back behind her. The city had grown quiet, no screaming or yelling could be heard- no clanking of swords. Had the fight ended? Had those people succeeded in killing that monster? Or had it..won?
The question itself made her tremble with terror, she forced herself to her feet. She wouldn’t die like this- she wouldn’t allow it. But regardless of what she wanted, within mere moments of standing- she fell back down to her knees. Another pool of blood escaped her mouth, staining her lips.
I am going to die here
Her vision began to blur, as her head hit the ground.
At-least, I’d die with dignity
Her vision became black, her mind no longer conscious.
“Oh,..oh my” A cheerful tone crept up behind the girls unconscious body. The man’s looming presence shadowed over her, he held a human leg in one of his hands- his mouth stained with blood.
“It seems a lost little lamb escaped from the hoard..” The man tutted, a wide grin on his face that was supposed to mirror a friendly smile. “Though.” His voice suddenly became cold, blank, devoid of any emotion. He let the leg fall to the floor, with a thud. He leaned down to the girl, inspecting her face, and the wound in her stomach. “You’re almost dead.” The smile on his face, had evaporated within seconds- as did his cheerful tone. He tilted his head to the side, pondering.
“How did you..run all the way out here..with a wound like that..and with a small, weak..body like that..” The man slowly pulled a strand of hair away from the girls face, revealing his long nails.  “How sad..for a girl like you to slowly die like this...such a beautiful face gone to waste as well! How despicable of my comrades!” He hummed with glee, that friendly face returning to the surface. Oh, how he could just eat her all up!
Though, he was full right now..but he couldn’t let her go to waste! Not such beauty, no! How cruel he’d be to let such a girl die in such a way, he’d only allow her to be devoured by him, savoured him, saved by him!
What to do? He tapped his head before a teethy grin emerged.
What would be so wrong, about a souvenir?
YN awoke with a gaping feeling in her stomach, as she looked down- she was met with bandages that had been carefully placed. Her mind was still foggy, her vision barely stable. Her throat felt dry, and sore. If she had died, this was certainly no better. She quickly stood to her feet, to inspect her new surroundings.
“Hello..?” She noticed she was no longer in the entertainment district but a room devoid of any actual furniture, apart from the futon she had awoken on,
- but decorated with various artworks of locus’s.
“Oh, you poor thing.” She jumped at the sudden voice that had appeared behind her.
A voice ridden with amicability and cheerfulness but there was also a hint of pity. As she turned, she felt her eyes grow wider as a enormous glooming presence struck her in very core. She was met with a man, who towered over her, with eyes like rainbows and platinum blonde hair. His hand slowly reached her shoulder, purple nails slightly digging into her shoulder- his grip was firm, but not painful- but it was freezing cold. It sent shivers down her spine.
“You awoke so quickly! I expected you to be out for longer..”
His smile grew wider as it hit her.
“..You’re..you’re a demon!” Fear struck her core, as she took a step back away from him, trying to balance her footing.
“Oh dear! You caught me!” Before she could even reply, a frightening whiff of wind passed her, as he stood now behind her once again. His body still, pressed against hers, his head peered down into the crane of her neck. “Afraid? That I’ll gobble you up? Or maybe I’ll toy with your body first! Tear it limb..from limb..” The amicability in his voice remained, yet his eyes had grown wider and more erratic. His smile seemed more creepy now, than it did friendly. YN stood still, paralysed like a deer looking into headlights, into death. Her body was frozen to the core until a pair of sharp teeth grazed just the surface of her neck which caused her to suddenly turn around.
“Why haven’t you..?”
The man paused for a moment, pondering in thought. His smile never faded.
“It’s better to savour ones food, don’t you think so? To relinquish one’s desire to simply savour it more..to appreciate the beauty in all things living, first.” He hummed.
An innate sense of danger filled her to her core
He’s a madman
“The beauty..of all thing’s living..? You mean you’re just going to toy with me until you’ve had your fun? You’re sick!” She spat out- until she realised the words she said, her eyes briefly widening in shock.
The demon stood there, for a moment he felt like laughing. “I didn’t think you’d be so resilient.. you..seemed so weak and frale! Oh how cute! I must have hit the jackpot!” His charismatic and cheerful aura beamed throughout the room clashing with YN’s who beamed of disgust.
“You mean to say..you’re not going to kill me..?” Her voice grew meek, quiet, confused, disgusted.
“Oh not yet! Anymore, atleast! You seem fun! I’m so bored these days, you see.” His voice peered to the side, as he looked her up and down causing her to take another step back. In retort, a small laugh escaped his mouth as he covered his smile with his hand.
“You seem to be in so much shock! Aren’t you relieved?”
“I’d rather kill myself now, then to be your last meal!” She screamed back at him, eyeing the door but before she could even take a step towards it- he had appeared before her.
“Why don’t we start over..?” He pretended to be upset, by her words- yet his eyes did not mirror the sentiment.
“My name is Dōma! What’s yours?” He beamed, as if her answer would be the most interesting thing he’d ever hear. Though, a silence grew beyond the two. Their eyes peering into one another.  Dōma’s beamed with anticipation yet there was this..odd feeling to them..
Was it the colour of his eyes?
YN’s eyes were fierce, the fear long hidden within her now- as she had always been taught to do.
“It’s almost as if you’re trying to kill me with that look!
“I am.”
“..they say not to bite the hand that feeds you..I was the one to save you from that horrible wound” His voice grew cold, almost devoid of emotion.
“You shouldn’t have.” YN mirrored his tone.
“You shouldn’t say such things! You should appreciate life! Afterall, that’s all humans have..you all..inevitably die..” He closed the distance between the two, peering into her eyes, observing.
“I’d have preferred to live the miserable life I had lived then and dying from that horrible wound, than living within your presence to only be devoured by you.” She spat at him, though she couldn’t help but swallow the pool of saliva growing in her throat. No matter how hard she tried, his sheer aura sent shivers down her spine.
“A miserable life? You found no joy in your life..? How unfortunate” He mirrored a tone of pity
How strange he is
“Humans really are..pathetic things...aren’t they?” His face became completely devoid of any trace of emotion, she was taken aback by the expressionless look in his eye. As if she was peering into darkness itself.
“What…?”
“To understand the beauty of all things living, you must first peer into the darkness.. It’s there to help us understand it. Would life be beautiful if we never knew what sorrow and misery felt like?”
His face quickly changed back to his signature smile, he rested a hand on her head.
“Is this what you tell yourself as you indulge yourself in massacring people?”
She was taken aback by his laugh
“Oh, dear. I simply save them from a life they can no longer see the beauty in! Simply pathetic beings! Cant see what’s further than what’s in front of them”
“And you believe, you’re saving me from a life I ‘No longer see the beauty in’..? What about what I would like?” YN removed herself from his grasp.
His eyes beamed, curious. “What is it?”
“To leave, if you’re not going to kill me- I’m not staying.” She tried to usher him out of the way, by swatting her hand at him but he simply caught her wrist and pulled it back- which caused her to fall into his chest. His other hand quickly grasped her waist, firmly and sharply.
“I didn’t say you could leave”
Her eyes grew wider, peering into the redness of his shirt.
I can’t leave..?
My last moments are going to be toyed with by a demon that wears the face of a man
How ironic
In truth, YN had been one of the many young girls who worked in the entertainment district; having met a variety of men that left all types of memories that disgusted her to her core. This was not dying with dignity, but humiliation. Her mind froze for a moment, trying to find an ounce of something to hit the demon back with but she fell to silence. Perhaps if she bored him to death, he would kill her. Yet he did nothing, and simply stood there. Listening to her heartbeat that accelerated every growing moment- oh, how he wondered how that felt
To be so afraid, you freeze and your heart begins to beat out of your chest
Even if she tried to bore him to death, he’d find something to find interest in- she was eccentric! She was the opposite of what he thought her to be! How couldn’t he not want to know more?
Suddenly,  Dōma reached out to YN’s chin, forcing her to look up at him.
“How about a game?”
“A game?”
“Stay here, until you die of old age!”
Where..was here?
“It’s not like you have anything else, anyone else..your town, gone- along with any familiars”
Her eyes widened, she had failed to realise the gravity of her situation the previous night- everything..was in flames
Her hand subconsciously touched her wound
His hand moved to the side of her cheek, caressing the skin.
“Besides, what life is it serving men?” He whispered, the smile never faltering.
“..So..serve a demon instead..” She scoffed
“No, you’d have free will.” He beamed with amusement
“At paradise faith!”
“How is this a game..you’re asking me to..live out my life..here..? Why.” She stared at him, with confusion
“Because you intrigue me; it’s not often I’m met with a human who knows what I am, who isn’t begging for mercy” His voice became a chilling cold tone.
“If I started, would you?" She didn't need to say more, for him to understand the question.
He didn’t, he never did no matter how much she begged. Months passed, and she was met with laughs, snorts, rolling of the eyes- no matter how much she cried and begged for him to just simply get it over with. He never did. During her ‘fits’ as he liked to call them, he’d simply sit down, rest his elbow on a surface with his head on his palm. His eyes always beamed with curiosity, excitement as she screamed, and tears ran down her face. As if this was a play for him to enjoy. Then he’d hold her shaking body and tell her everything would be okay, as if he wasn’t the problem. She tried to steal one of his golden fan’s once, to maybe slice her throat with it. She was met with a hand around her throat- and nothing more. She tried to insult him, hurt his pride, his weird cult- nothing worked. He’d dismiss her like a child having a fit. He’d often converse with her, force her to speak her mind on whatever subject he had chosen- which is why he found her intriguing. He was so sure, when she was lost in thought in his questions that she’d forget what he was, where she was- which was her beauty; her unique perspective of the world, of emotions. He slowly started to think he understood them, although devoid of them. He was so sure, she would be the key to helping him understand such a complex tool- he didn’t want her to leave his side.
Had it become obsession?
The way he would dismiss his followers, if she so beckoned- how he found no joy in his meals any more apart from her crude reactions to the blood. How he thought of her every waking moment of the day. How he pondered on her opinions, thought them over- found the beauty in her speech. She wouldn’t be salvaged forever if he devoured her, because her beauty was in her liveness, in what she’s lived, how she lives and how she speaks. He simply and utterly didn’t want to do it. He only ever wanted to feel her warm breath against his ice cold skin. That made him feel alive. If only she ever allowed him to show her how much he truly did appreciate her; if she’d devote herself to him entirely. But she just wouldn’t, and it captivated him more- she did not see him as a messenger of God. But he saw her as a sign from something above, although he knew, nothing was there. He would devote himself to her, if she allowed it. He sought her touch, yet her hate grew by the time and he was so oblivious to it. Why cant she love me?
She inspired him to be more, he didn’t want to revel in the slaughter anymore, he didn’t feel alive anymore in the cruelty- but his heart beat when she spoke. He had never listened so attentively to someone before, so closely. Was it love?
He’d need to ask her about that next
Dōma walked attentively down to YN’s room, curious as to what she might respond with. He was trying to formulate an idea in his head
How exciting
Until
He was absolutely stricken with horror as he opened the shoji, to be met with a gruesome sight.
Fresh blood stained the floods, as her body laid beside it. The blood quickly nauseated all of his other senses, the smell was so sweet to him.
“Oh, Oh dear”
She was still alive, but barely.
He approached her quickly, setting her head on his lap as he looked at what she had done to herself. A gaping wound in both of her wrists stared back at him- she had lost so, so much blood
Dōma’s heart skipped a beat, it only ever beat
..for her
And for what?
He stared at her, her eyes had shut, covered by her hair, her lips had grown pale and cold and the life within her skin slowly decreased. He could fear her heartbeat becoming slower, and her body becoming colder.
What an odd..sentiment
His hands would have shook, if he was capable of it.
He felt something, something alien to him but he couldn’t describe it no matter how hard he tried.
The second time..
Someone he endeared took their live
He wouldn’t allow this repetitive cycle to continue
A quick slash to his wrist caused a waterfall of blood to emerge- trickling down to her mouth.
He could only hope he would chose her.
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Mere hours later, YN awoke in  Dōma’s chambers. An insatiable hunger in her stomach almost brought her to puking. She couldn’t remember what had happened.. her name..? What was it ..? Where was she..?
“YN! I’m so glad you’re okay!” She was met with a familiar set of rainbow coloured eyes, who seemed to be genuinely happy.
She groaned, bringing her hand to her head- feeling an annoying headache form- which is when she realised.
The length of which her nails had grown, much sharper, much more predatory.
She stared back at  Dōma, who watched attentively.
She suddenly remembered, all of the blood, all of the pain.
She suddenly jumped up from his futon, and pulled up the hems of the sleeves of her kimono- to reveal no cuts. The pit in her stomach grew even wider, but not from hunger- rage and hate.
She ran to the mirror, her kimono loosely falling down at the shoulders- as she stared back at a monster that was not herself. Her hair, had turned to such a white colour- and her eyes- predatory, those of a killer. She opened her mouth, to reveal the set of sharp canines that now housed her mouth. She gasped, before a large hand snaked itself around her waist.  Dōma’s head rested in the nook of her neck. YN screamed. “How could you do this to me! I never asked for this! You’re so selfish that even when I decided to take my own life, by my own hands, by my own meanings. You interfere like the parasite that you are!” Her screaming only grew louder but he did not reply, he did not react. He simply held her body, as she tried to fight him off- but even now as a Demon, she was still weaker. “You’re a horrible void sucking monster! Let me go!” Her screaming had turned to cries, the tears had ran down her face, staining her now pale complexion. She thought herself a horrid monster- yet  Dōma found her beauty to still be exquisite. Her knees threatened to fall down to the ground, he held her weak and limp body up as she scream cried into the air. He reached out to  turn her, to face him- he held her face in his hands.
His signature smile reappeared but his eyes grew more intensely and bright than they ever did before.
“I told you, you weren’t going to leave. Ever”  
part 2
Hate
It was such a complex emotion.
It was something a person felt at the very depth of their core, of their soul. But what is hate? If not accompanied by rage? And what is rage? If not accompanied by pain and sorrow? But pain and sorrow, couldn’t be felt without joy and joy couldn’t be felt without love.
All emotions, that the man that sat before her, was completely and utterly vacant of.
Dōma sat cross legged, his chin resting on his palm- as he always did. He sat there as if there was nothing wrong, as if he wasn’t covered in blood- as if she wasn’t either. As if, there weren’t various slashes and cuts in the fabric of his clothes, and likewise her.
What was hate, if there was no cruelty? No violence? No urge to kill them?
Would hate, not then be meaningless?
She would make him pay for what he did to her- even if he didn’t care, even if he didn’t flinch, even if he secretly liked the attention. It made her feel better, and that was enough- for now.
YN stood there, her hair had grown to an immense length and her complexion had only become paler. She resembled the devil that sat before her, now.
Her own divine punisher, how cruel. She certainly didn’t believe in a God now..
Her dress, a white colour to resemble her hair- a gift from the man she despised.
Riches wouldn’t buy her heart, she wasn’t sure she had one any more, but that only made her hate herself more; as each day passed- she became more like Dōma.
More cruel, more ravenous, more despicable.
Each time, she looked in the mirror- all she could see was the similar hair coloured that now nested in her roots, the similar void in her eyes and the similar porcelain complexion. But he adored it. He wouldn’t let her forget how beautiful he thought she was now, how they were the same now, how they’ll be together forever.
It took time, to brush her long hair, now. She’d sit in front of the mirror, tears prickling the corners of her eyes until he would appear out of the shadows. He’d snake his arm around her and take the brush. How she despised him so, yet the man was so arrogant and stubborn- he always did get his way.
“I..despise you” YN finally mustered out.
She was met with a snort.
“Do you?” Dōma’s head tilted to the side, his eyes for a brief moment became completely blank yet his tone remained all the while mockful.
How sad, it was- for such beautiful colours, to be so dull, she thought.
“More than anything, in this life and the next.” Her voice shook, tears threatened to fall, all this time spent screaming, crying, scratching and hitting him over and over again. All it was, was a constant reminder of life’s misery.
And every time, the cycle was the same.
She’d yell, she’d scream
He’d ignore her, laugh at her
She’d hit him and he would hit back
She would cry, he would pretend to care
And he never did forget, to remind her that she was his.
Suddenly Dōma stood, all injuries he had obtained had already vanished into thin air but the blood still stained the floor, as did all that time ago..the memory still engraved into his mind.
YN stared at the floor, as she heard his body slowly reach hers. He cupped her face in his hands, another reminder of how small she was, how weak, how irrelevant she was in the world.
“You really shouldn’t say such false things, hm?” He smiled, a monster hid beneath the mask.
“..The sight of you makes me sick” Her voice was quiet, almost a whisper.
Dōma stayed silent for a moment, before he spoke
“I saved you, how could you say such mean things..?” His voice grew colder, as did the sensation in his hands, but neither could feel such things any more.
“You wanted to die?” His face slowly approached YN’s ear, as he pulled the hair out of the way. His breath hitting her skin and his teeth making an appearance as he spoke.
“Did you want me to lay your rotting corpse in the courtyard? For all to see? How pitiful you are?”
His voice, was devoid of anything at all. This was the afterlife, accompanied with darkness itself, the void itself- devoid of anything.
“It was so disappointing, that someone as intelligent like you..would believe there’s anything after this cruel life..” His eyes met hers.
“I don’t. But anywhere else is better if you’re not there.” She spat back at him, the hate as bright as ever in her eyes.
“Don’t say such things..YN” He masked a look of sadness
“I do enjoy how you always keep me on my feet, but would it kill you to smile?” He turned his head to the side, wrapping a hand around the crane of her neck and the other on her cheek. He treated her like a child, and to him, she probably was. YN approached him, their bodies against each other. She stared into those dull eyes of his, no matter how hard he tried- she would see past his fonts and his masks. She leaned up to him, leaving mere centimetres between the pairs lips- his eyes never faltered, never blinked and neither did hers. Yet his heart beat, and hers did not.
“I’ll smile when the sun fucking burns you”
Dōma giggled, his grasp tightening. “Oh, how romantic” He cheerfully smiled
“but”
“I’ve grown tired of this game, YN” She yelped as his hand rapidly met her jugular instead- squeezing it violently. He would pop her head out of her socket, if he so desired- but where’s the fun?
“You scream, and you kick- When will you love me?” He whispered, his gaze never leaving her eyes.
“Could you ever? I’ve began to wonder..”
“You once said, you’d love someone who’d devote themselves to you, and who understood you beyond compare..but you don’t love me, you never could- can you?” His grip tightened, the tears now began to fall. He wasn’t going to kill her, she knew. He would torture her before he killed her, he would make her life worse than it is- just as a reminder of what he is and who is. To remind her of her place. But it wasn’t out of bad volition- he’d care for her afterwards, like he always did when he went too far. When he showed her who truly was stronger, that he could stop her fits within seconds if he wanted to- but he didn’t- because he wanted to please her! Make her feel better! Isn’t that what you do in a relationship? They were in a relationship, after all. The fact she wouldn’t let him near her, didn’t bother him at all! After all, sex was a mundane activity, he was devoid of anything- he could only fantasize about the feeling that lust gives you, but he could never truly ever actually feel it. He could only mirror it, copy, mimic- at core, he was nothing at all.
Even the devil weeps, but he didn’t.
“I gave you a chance at life...to be what you want, who you want to be- to not serve men! I only asked of you to remain at my side. Yet the months go by, and..you continue this facade of hate.”
“Have I not been good? Have I not listened to your every wish since? I’ve tried to make it up to you, YN.”
All she could do was stare, in shock? In offence at his words? But the way he spoke, and the words he chose always did have impact- he was taught the art of speech from the youngest age- he met all kinds of people, all kinds of stories who sought the words of a God- and oh, did he provide.
Deep inside her heart, she couldn’t help but rethink her actions. Had she been cruel? Too cruel? He always did try. Was that not enough? And deep down, she did know- all she had was him.
Living a normal life now, with a husband and children was impossible, physically impossible.
Living anywhere else, a demon slayer would certainly catch whiff of her- she didn’t know how to live the life of prey, and predator. But Dōma, he had lived for years- he understood this life.
He understood the brutality of it all.
A second chance at life? Yet all she had done was scream and cry and reject it entirely
Had it truly been her fault, all along?
“You know, all you have is me- and it’s all you need.
I would give you the world, if you sought it- I would shape it to your liking, it would be your world. All you have to do..is one small..little thing.”
She felt weak, mentally and physically. Her mind no longer the vast wonders and thoughts she used to have, but blank like a puppet. His eyes almost seemed hypnotic now, and his smile..that devilish smile
And that confirmation, that reminder
That she did in fact, only have him- was enough to break her.
“One small..little thing?”
She repeated, almost robotic, the tears in her eyes still formed and they still poured down her face.
He hummed In response, as he approached her ear once again. His body leaned down to her level
“To love me..as I love you.”
His voice was almost angelic, yet any peering eyes would know it was a devil’s gamble.
A deal with the devil, rather. A deal with the most despicable of them all, but what other choice?
Behead herself, or walk into the sun? Did she have the willpower for that again? To know she would die for good? Did she really want to cease to exist? Who would remember her?
Dōma?
‘As I love you’
The words meant nothing to her, she knew they were false. He wasn’t capable of love, he admitted to her he felt utterly nothing. How wrong, she would be if she knew the truth of it all.
Of course, this wasn’t love, as anyone would describe it. But it was love, in some shape or form. If your heat beat, in excitement for someone- did it not mean something? When it would never beat at all?
“Devote yourself to me, as I’ve devoted myself to you, how romantic it’d be no?
If we both helped saving those poor innocent souls..”
He meant reviling in slaughter.
“You’d be my wife, at my side. All would envy you, as your beauty knows no bounds. No harm would ever come to you, you’d do as please. The world would be yours, you just have to..love me”
His words were like programming.
Perhaps this was his plan all along, to break her into two, to make her a doll devoid of anything at all. To suck the innocence out of her heart and mind- create a monster equal to him.
She wondered, if her life would be better. If she simply did, just say she loved him. Perhaps the hate would dissipate, perhaps he’d treat her better. Perhaps she wouldn’t be a toy any more, to play with and break apart at his will. A familiar pit in her stomach grew, fear. Fear of the unknown
Perhaps he wouldn’t keep her here, against her will- but was it even against her will any more? She had many opportunities to leave, forever. Yet she never did. Because she always knew, she only had him. What life, if bound by solitude?
But what life, if bound by the devils grasp?
That was the devils gamble
One hell or the other.
His eyes peered into hers, tilting her chin up with his index finger- her eyes slowly lifting to meet his gaze.
He was awaiting her answer, she knew. And she knew deep down, what her choice was. The only choice she ever had.
“Okay..” Was all she could muster out, a weak simple word.
“Okay, what?” There was that, absence of emotion once again.
“I…”
His smile, retuned though it took much more of a sinister look to it.
“will..love you..” A tear rolled down her face,  Dōma simply rubbed it into her skin.
“Until death do us part..” He hummed, with excitement.
What was hate, without love?
It would be meaningless.
Dōma placed a kiss on YN’s head, relishing the contact.
She knows she’s made a mistake. But, it doesn’t take that much to break someone apart, and put them back together to your liking. Her words never meant anything to him, her screaming and crying was simply background sound. A deal with the devil to even grasp a fraction of solitude- she could only envy his followers, a sweet release of death.
But she was so afraid of it. Her body felt utterly weak, as if it no longer belonged to her.  Dōma instantly took notice.
“You poor thing, let’s have you rest hm?” He gently guided her to lay down, her head on his lap. He hummed and stroked it. In a moment like this,  she would have thought him to be a kind man- as he desperately tries to make her believe, but she knew better. She had seen him, covered in blood that was alien to him and corpses surrounding him like trophies, as he feasted. All the smell, had attracted a lower demon, who had tried to start a turf war over her meal- Dōma had quickly ended the altercation, with a new head to gift Gyokko; as he told her.
Oh
She suddenly peered her eyes open, to remember the state she was in, covered in blood.
It had even stained her hair, she looked up to Dōma who was already looking at her- to be met with a familiar sight. Even now, he always reminded her of herself as his hair had taken the same gruesome look as well. “Tell me, what are you thinking?” He asked, gently- his smile warm though it was only a facade. “I can’t stand having your blood on me like this” She spoke quietly yet the disgust in her words remained. She slowly got up from his lap, feeling obviously groggy. “Oh dear! Aren’t husbands and wives supposed to share their bodily fluids?” He raised a finger up in question, but he was only teasing- he knew better. And her face only grew more disgusted at both the statement and the sentiment of ‘husband and wife’.
We aren’t even married.
“I’m going to bathe.”  She changed the subject yet before she could completely slip out of Dōma’s grasp, he grabbed onto her wrist. “Oh, but I’d like to come.” He smiled, innocently- but it wasn’t an innocent smile at all. In truth, YN wouldn’t have cared. Many before have seen her naked body,  Dōma has probably spied on her before, she didn’t care- yet she knew where this was going. He wanted to ‘seal the deal’. Even though, he had no pleasure in the activity, he wanted her to be pleased with his capacities to pleasure, he couldn’t have her looking for another demon now, could he? “I’d like some time to myself, Dōma” She explained, with a gentle voice- she would simply match his facade. The hate would, one day dissipate, wouldn’t it? Had he eternally punished her? Or was he her saving grace? She was at an internal fight.
“Oh, but you’re so tired! That was some fight!” He knew no bounds, so she accepted.
As he stood, his head once again met the crook of her neck, where his teeth lightly grazed the surface. “You know,” He paused. His breath hitting her skin.
“I really think..I do love you.”
It wasn’t love, it never will be.
final part
"“I would feed my heart to you, if you just asked, my love.”"
The thunder crackled throughout the black clouds and ashen sky, a mirky smell of humidity to accompany it. Every animal had already fled back to it’s designated den, and every little critter had hidden behind various rocks stones and trees. They all hid for a reason, they all hid from something.
That was mother nature, that was the way of life.
YN sat on the makeshift stone bench, watching the clouds get darker and angrier. How she understood those clouds all too well. There was always a sensation of peace, and calmness before a storm rolled in- she had sat all afternoon observing it. Yet, even through that serenity, there’s a slight whiff of something sinister. It’s hard to catch it, not all can sense it. But it’s there, lurking and forming. How it mirrored her heart so. She had became herself again, observant and thoughtful, curious and artistic. How it pleased the devil she housed with. He was so content, that she regained her beauty, her liveness- but especially that her love for him did not falter.
Though, even now she wondered if she truly loved him with all her heart, or if it was fear- fear of solitude, of death.
So, she chose to love him. In some shape of form, touching somebody’s body in the name of love, is still love. Doing favours and tasks, conversing and bathing- it was enough for him. After all, the only thing that mattered to him, was the conversing. She didn’t lose her humanity, tears would still prickle her eyes as she ate her meals- Dōma would simply laugh and tease her. But he wanted to understand, and she helped him. She helped him understand emotions he couldn’t fathom to comprehend. But one still escaped her, explaining love. She had tried, yet she didn’t comprehend it herself entirely. For Dōma, his love showed itself violently yet also gracefully. He had already killed in her name, on multiple occasions, but he’d also bathe her body so tenderly- as if his palms weren’t stained with the blood of thousands. She had grown accustomed to that sentiment. Allowing a killer to touch her, to stroke her hair, to whisper soft words in her ear- but was she not the same now? Was she not also a killer? She did it because she had to survive, like all creatures- but she had became his creature. All who knew this, knew she was his weakness.
A weakness he made, that he allowed- for the simple craving of what he could never have.
But that’s how it usually works, isn’t it?
Envious for something you cannot obtain, cannot have.
His eyes, always peered to hers. And that gentle smile, only ever faltered for her.
She had grown to accept Dōma, for being this way. It was strange, if someone said to her now- that he was a brutal killer, and a monster. She wouldn’t disagree, but she would still fight in his name; How strange it was, to spend so much time by someone’s side that you would still pick them over a warm heart, and not a cold one. But, being around coldness makes you used to it- the warmth begins to burn. And this was true vice versa, but Dōma didn’t think the heat burned, no. Instead, he fantasied about the touch. Like a moth attracted to a flame, her heart was his saving grace.
He truly did feel something for her.
Time had become irrelevant, she did not know how long she had been at the temple- she did not know how long she had known Dōma now. Yet, it did not matter, because old age would escape her now as it would him.
Together, for eternity, as he’d say
She took in a deep breath, the humidity entering her lungs. A solitary bird, flew over the court yard- and she couldn’t help to wonder what that felt like. To be free, to go wherever you want, to not be plagued with the mind of a thinker.
Dōma appeared from behind her, he bent over to her height to place a kiss on her cheek.
“I’ve been looking for you all over, my love.” He smiled.
She didn’t reply, instead she kept her gaze up at the sky. Dōma’s followed, the colours in his eyes seeming more dim than usual.
As he sat down, his hand travelled along her thigh, moving his thumb in a circular motion. YN’s eyes didn’t falter from the sky. She never knew what he wanted, he was a man, or more so devil, incapable of understanding.
“If I died, what would you do?” Suddenly, Dōma spoke. The question itself made YN’s eyes jump to his face, and without a surprise, she was met with utter nothingness.
“Why would you ask such a question?” Her voice was quiet and meek. Not because the subject of death itself bothered her but because she, in truth, was utterly afraid of what she would do. Her entire existence revolved around him. As a human, she had no family and no understanding of her place in the world- taught to simply serve men and nothing more. It was a skill of survival not of life. Yet, regardless of what he had done to her- forcing her to come to his sanctuary with him, breaking her apart for his own amusement and satisfaction- he had never touched her without her permission. He had never taken advantage of her, nor had he ever put her in any real danger apart from herself. If he hurt her, he made sure it was a lesson and not a beating. Though, she had hurt him too. It was simply how their love worked, there cannot be hate without love- and there cannot be hate without violence. If he died, she would have no meaning whatsover. She didn’t have friends. She didn’t relate to the cultists who believed in a God who didn’t exist, whom was dead. And if he was real, he certainly laughed at their pity and despair. She didn’t relate to them at all, because she was in fact not human any more. It was an aspect she often forgot, and her creator, before her- had been the one to teach her everything she knew. How could she not have some sort of pact with him? Regardless of the hate she had buried deep within her, regardless of the lies she told herself. That was life, that survival. And he didn’t care, because words, were just words. And actions, were just actions.
She swallowed.
“I don’t know.”
“Would you find someone else?” He asked, his gaze turning to hers. His eyes would always become so dull, and it never made her fail to realise, how utterly vacant he was.
“No.” She answered truthfully. Because, the raw and hard truth was, she couldn’t ever love someone again. Not because of some hidden morals but because he had destroyed the meaning. His love was so violent yet so tender at the same time, any other form would seem meaningless and empty to her. It wouldn’t be love to her anymore. All the screaming and all the blood would accompany all the nights spent with nails in her thighs and sweet little nothings in her ear. How, could she even possibly fathom to find, such a distasteful love ever again?
Yet she wouldn’t have it either way, and neither would he.
Dōma didn’t answer, he turned his gaze back to the sky. The question had spawned worry in YN.
Did he do it on purpose?
Or was he genuinely curious?
“Are you afraid of dying?” She finally mustered out, her hand rested itself on his- to which he stopped his movements.
“No.”
“Yet, I’m afraid of you dying.”
The statement didn’t surprise her, instead it filled with her an odd sense of false security. No matter how violent and toxic he was, he would protect her- but maybe just not from him.
Soon, the droplets of rain began to fall.
Without another word, Dōma had gently guided YN to her feet, and his hand met her lower back before he leaned down to her ear.
“If you did die, I’d kill myself to join you.”
Her heart had skipped a beat for a moment.
The statement itself didn’t shock her but the tone he had used. It had a certain animosity to it, it wasn’t devoid of emotion but it didn’t exactly have any either.
That was when that pit of fear begun to emerge in her stomach again.
Fear of the unknown.
She was right to have observed the storm rolling in, because something had changed.
But, as they entered the temple- she was suddenly remembered of his words long ago.
“Until death do us part.”
Did he mean that, literally?
Did he know something she didn’t?
Was he planning to kill her? Or was he ordered to? Or was he simply in a bad mood?
If he was going to kill her, she’d rather know than not. He could atleast have the decency to give her the mental preparation , though he always was a selfish man- even in bed. Which was quite ironic considering he didn’t even care for it but saw it as more of a hobby.
Lost in thought, she had failed to realise he had guided them to their bedroom. It was odd, considering prayer time was soon and the two would be expected to make an appearance.
Before she could speak, she was met with his cold lips against hers. It wasn’t rough, but it wasn’t exactly passionate either. It was hungry.
For Dōma, the heat that radiated off of her lips was almost intoxicating. They weren’t cold like his, her heart constantly beat, with fire and warmth. How she resembled him so, yet not at the same time. In truth, he had done this on purpose. He had orchestrated the entire thing. He already knew, who she was before he found her almost dead. After all, he was the one who impaled her.
But she didn’t know that, and she didn’t need to know.
The entire reasoning of it all was for a simple reason.
A life long partner.
Although he didn’t understand love and affection, he wasn’t oblivious to social cues. He knew nobody truly actually liked him. And his devoted followers loved him because they were told to.
But he could force someone to love him, couldn’t he? Afterall that was what that woman had told him, when he sought counselling on his troubles. Of course, her good advice now lays in the bowels of his stomach.
So, he had stalked for a partner.
The entertainment district, had truly never failed to amaze him. There were all kinds of people, and beautiful women- he just had to choose wisely- and he did at that. It was a rarity for him to have bad taste after all.
In truth, he knew everything about her before she even knew of his existence.
He knew she had no family, no ties to the outside world- that she was born into this work and never truly knew what love was. It was easy, he just had to make her believe this was love because he was incapable of showing it any other way.
He had found her to be quite exquisite, and he had already noticed that fire inside of her. The warmth that he had been looking for, for a century.
His mother was unable to give it to him, and another woman failed at it- she would be the last option. If she failed, he would kill himself entirely. He had decided.
He would die in a battle, he knew that.
Regardless, before he died- he wanted to know what love felt like. He was always so cold, he had become numb to it and although she was the same breed of monster he was now, she wasn’t so cold.
He knew he’d have to break her into two to make her love him
He knew, he’d have to lie and deceive her- but did he ever claim to not be the devil?
After all, he is cunning but also beautiful- and he once was an angel.
Perhaps this was a pointless fight, to be fighting for something that he will never truly obtain- but he’s had everything he’s ever wanted apart from that.
He didn’t care for walking in the sun or power
He revelled in slaughter because it made him feel something and likewise now, he could only fall under the spell she had put under him.
His hands travelled up her waist and down to her hip bone before he lightly bit at her bottom lip.
What would she say, if she knew?
She was so erratic, maybe she would kill herself. Afterall she tried it once before, who’s to say she wouldn’t again? She would leave him wouldn’t she? Why would she not? Everyone else had.
Everyone he had ever taken a liking to, would simply leave.
Perhaps he shouldn’t have turned her into a demon in the first place
Maybe he wasn’t deserving of love
“Dōma?”
Suddenly, his mind wandered back to reality. It was not often that he zoned out, after all, he was so perceptive- yet when it came to her, he became a man he didn’t even recognise.
He hadn’t even noticed, that he placed her onto the bed, and loomed over her. He had kissed her neck before abruptly stopping and his gaze becoming devoid of any emotion.
“What’s wrong?”
How funny it was, he thought. That she cared
His signature smile returned, as his slightly closed yet were still open enough to see those multicoloured eyes.
“Nothing at all, my love- since you’re here with me” He whispered, and placed another kiss on the crane of her neck before moving to her collarbone before he was met with a rather violent pull of his hair which led him for just a moment- to widen his eyes.
“First, you ask me such a ridiculous question, then this, and then you just suddenly gaze into nothing. Explain yourself.” Her voice had broke, she wasn’t upset but worried and dumbfounded.
He always kept her emotions in disarray.
Should he tell her?
Would it be proof of her love if he did?
That he had in fact orchestrated the entire thing?
One of his hands reached up to her cheek, as he stroked it lightly.
“Do you remember, how we met?” He asked, gently.
“When you..kidnapped me?” She scoffed, looking back at the memory it was foggy and blurry. A reminder of a previous life, a life where she still didn’t have any freedom.
“Hm, yes I suppose..for you..that’s how we met.” His tone became cold.
“..?..”
“That monster, that you had seen- it was me, my dear.”
“I was the one that caused the city to become ruin.”
She was met with horror as distant memories suddenly became anew.
She had shoved them to the back of her head, she hadn’t once thought about what she had seen.
Only the flames, were describable but not the other horrors.
The way the other girls were screaming and crying as pillars of wood fell and the smell of copper filled the halls. Mutated legs and arms scattered around the building like children’s toys.
And the sudden golden tinted fan that had her in her chest before she fell from the window.
It was in an effort to catch her.
Her mouth grew dry.
She had understood now, why their first encounter was so strange. He didn’t decide to keep her on a whim, he had decided long before. He had caused the city to burn, for her. In an effort to break her, to have her. To make her believe that he was her saviour, her god.
“..What..”
What, was the only word she could muster out as Dōma shadowed over her.
His eyes had a glint in them, they weren’t so dim. As if he was glad to have the lie between them finally revealed, as if they growing anew- as if this would be true love.
“I had seen you, quite a few months back- walking home after working.”
He smiled
“Oh, it was quite funny, you didn’t even see the poor girl I was feasting on..”
His canines shined under the small luminosity that housed the room
“But, you just caught my eye. You were so beautiful! And just so lost in your own mind, it was exactly what I was looking for! I had to know more.”
He bent down now, cheerfully and joyous as he placed a toothy kiss to her neck.
Goosebumps filled her body.
“You..stalked me.. and then burnt the entire fucking city to the ground?”
Her voice broke again, she was dumbfounded? Afraid?
Horrified was more the word for it.
“And I would burn the world, just for you.
You didn’t need that city, what good did it do? It only harmed you, my love.”
He pleaded his case.
“You were exactly what I was looking for, intelligent and creative yet you had this striking beauty to you, though the sadness and despair wasn’t something I had ignored either- I wanted to save you, you poor thing.” He whispered into her ear, yet the words meant nothing- it only fuelled the sickening feeling in her stomach.
“You..manipulated me..?” Her voice had grown quiet, tears now threatening the corners of her eyes.
“Oh, YN. You were always so exquisite when you cried.” Dōma approached his mouth to her left eye, before gently licking the corner.
It filled her with disgust.
“You..took everything away from me..and then denied me death just..for-..for-” YN couldn’t finish the sentence before a muffled sob escaped her mouth.
“Took everything away..? You never had anything in the first place..
I gave you everything you’d ever need” He stroked his thumb on her cheek.
She wanted to tell him to get out, to scream at him and to cry and sob.
After all this time, she had been so stupid
She had ignored the simple truth, because she had already known.
Yet, she couldn’t accept it, because she had nobody else.
The hate had dissipated, for the simple reason of lying to herself.
Dōma now telling her and affirming her suspensions all along, all in some sick and twisted way of proving his love to her made her realise, that what she had grown to love was a monster, and would only ever be a monster.
He didn’t just kidnap her, he destroyed everything in his path to make sure she had nothing else to return to. That he would be the only thing she would have, turning him into the same creature that he was, into the same monstrosity- was assurance.
He didn’t manipulate her in his mind, he simply bent the truth.
Stalking was such a big word, he had only just learnt every single detail about her before making his move. Was that normal? He wanted results, not failure.
Her muffled sobs brought a grin to his face, an erratic one. He always did like to see her cry, it reminded him that she still had her humanity- that she was still so different from him.
He approached her ear with a sweet shushing sound as if to soothe her.
“I even kept their bodies, in case you ever missed them”
“...you’re fucking sick” YN finally managed to muster out, with a cry to accompany it.
“If being in love with you makes me sick, then so be it!” He cheerfully smiled
“This isn’t love!” She tried to push him off, but he was stronger. He always was. He pinned both of her wrists down with one arm- his veins making an appearance.
“You don’t think I love you, YN?” Dōma masqueraded a look of sadness before a golden fan met his free his hand, with a swift movement, it opened.
“Do you want me to prove to you, that I do?”
His voice became devoid of any emotion.
Before YN could answer, or even comprehend his sudden act- she was met with a gush of blood hitting her face.
A small empty laugh filled her ears and as she looked, she realised he had slit his throat open- the fan was still impaled into his neck and was making it’s way through the bone deeper.
“I love you so much I’d be prepared to die for you, are you?”
Before she could react, the fan had already met her neck.
She whimpered as it slightly cut her skin- though he hadn’t cut her nearly as deep as he had cut himself.
His skin had already begin to heal.
“There shouldn’t be any lies between us, my love. If you died, I’d go utterly insane.”
“Please..get off of me.” She whimpered as her white hair and porcelain skin was now stained with his blood. Though, he himself didn’t care. Instead, he shoved another kiss on her lips. This time it was rough, a mixture of the taste of blood and saliva pooled the two’s mouths as he harshly bit at her lip. In an effort to make him stop even for just a moment, she bit him back yet this caused absolutely no reaction at all and seemed to just fuel his blood lust further.
He pretended to be a kind man when in truth, he was nothing but hell itself among mortals.
“What does it matter?” He finally breathed into her mouth.
“It was so long ago now, hm?” He stroked her hair, his own fingers stained with crimson red.
“It matters because you killed everyone that I knew! You burnt my home to ash!” She cried out
“Had you not said, you had lived a life of a misery?” He tilted his head, to which YN was met with silence in her own mind.
She had said that, hadn’t she.
“Did I not give you a somewhat better life? Regardless of my past actions? As they say, let’s not cry over spoiled milk, my dear.”
“..Why..”
Dōma reflected for a moment
“Does it matter?” He asked, emotionless.
It didn’t, she had concluded.
It didn’t matter, because regardless she was stuck here. She wouldn’t leave, she knew she wouldn’t. She was stuck within the devils grasp- and he wasn’t letting go.
Deep down, maybe she knew the answer. But it didn’t matter.
It never did, because in truth, she would most likely die from her hand- and him his own.
It was a story that was never bound to have a happy ending.
After all, their entire existence was against the codes of nature and so was this so called love.
“I would feed my heart to you, if you just asked, my love.”
She wished, she had killed herself that day.
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-Yandere! Doma X Fem!Reader-
⚠️warning⚠️ mentions of death, obsessive actions, NSFW moments and non-consensual actions towards reader (!only kissing though, nothing other than kissing! But still worth the tw)
Fandom: Demon slayer. Character(s): Doma [upper rank 2 demon]
A/N: I don’t know a lot about Doma other than he’s a psychotic outwardly friendly demon. So if this fanfic isn’t very accurate to how Canon Doma would act then I’m sorry pls don’t hate me. :]
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Doma held the shaking woman close to him, arms tightly wound around her waist in a loving embrace. His head propped on her shoulder to peer at the carnage he had left behind. The demons breathing was calm, the complete opposite of the girl stuck with him.
She was crying, tears streaming down her reddened cheeks. Her eyes here red from so much crying, lips still wobbling despite the triggering event happening an hour or so ago. She sniffed, a stray tear falling onto Doma's outfit.
The pale man sighed and shut said book, discarding it to the ground beside him. Doma's arms pulled her closer, alerting her of his full attention. "Darling please, why are you still crying?"
Y/N kept her mouth shut, still sniffing and wiping away the tears that just kept coming. Her body began shaking again being Doma to lightly rub her sides to try and comfort her. She still flinched at his touch, though who could blame her?
"Y/N my sweetheart, I asked you a question, I'd like an answer please." His voice still remained calm, a sweet symphony of death and cold. She shivered under his touch, now moving up to her shoulders and back down again.
"Y-y-you k-killed them... y-you murdered t-them...t-they didn't do-do anything wrong t-to you...."
"Y/N my dear, they tried to help you escape, give you a place to stay while you ran away from me." Doma calmly retorted, his hands stopping on her hips to trace his thumbs on the dip. "Next time you leave me I'll find your loved ones and take care of them, but if you stay that won't happen at all. It is in your hands what happens to the people in your life, those people's death was nobody's fault but yours."
Y/N began to sob harder with every cruel word, she knew they weren't true, she didn't kill her dear friend. He did. Doma was just trying to shift the blame and make her feel guilty about finally escaping him. Y/N  knew this, though she couldn't help but feel guilty anyway.
Doma sighed as he used his sleeve to wipe her face clean of the tears and snot. The hair in his face tickling her nose. "You know Y/N, I can make all your pain go away. You just have to say those words. I won't hurt anyone else if you do. Say them, and we both can be happy for all eternity."
The air remained still for a moment. The only noise in the room being the small yet passionate kisses that Doma placed on the woman's sweating forehead. Doma went lower, kissing her cheeks and gradually lowering down to her neck. No area of her body was left untouched from his lips, soon the demon was kneeling down infront of the shaking woman. Taking his sweet time kissing her shaking hands.
She began to protest when she tried to pull away her hand but he wouldn't let her; the harsh bite of his teeth brought the woman back to reality. She couldn't stop the whimper that slipped past her lips at the dark scowl on his face.
It wasn't when he finally stood up did she finally breathe- chest heaving while she stared at him once more with wide eyes.
"Say those words."
The grip on her hand increased; giving her no choice other than to look directly into the hollow depths of his eyes.
"Say it."
"I love you." Y/N's throat went dry, Doma wrapping her in his arms turning her to face him, to cradle her hips. He placed his free hand upon her cheek, his thumb tracing the puff red skin with a pleased smirk on his features.
He softened the grip on the woman's hand, trailing his hand down her body as he placed his lips onto hers. He felt more confident this round, not leaving the woman enough time to really get her breath back as he worked his lips against hers. The hand still gripping your own moved to intertwine her fingers with his while the other hand slid down across your waist as he pulled you right into him, causing your bodies to clash against each other.
The poor woman shook as tears fell down her eyes. She was so scared. How could she not be? These actions were so cruel. What had he done to deserve such cruelty?
Before any more tears could fall down, Doma’s thumb brush away one of the tears that fell.
It became oddly comforting, then. The way Doma was holding her. All she could sense was him. The mild scent of pine with metallic undertones nearly becoming overpowering has he continued to kiss the woman breathless. It was almost enough to forget what was about to happen.
Almost.
The woman began to protest when she tried to pull away but he wouldn't let her go; the whine she let out muffled from his mouth over hers.
When he finally let her go, he left her breathless - chest heaving while she stared at Doma once more with eyes as wide as plates.
"I know you love me Y/N, and I love you too."
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Preview II: Be In God's Favor
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You drew a sharp breath. "Why... Why me? You have over a dozen– thousand followers ready to throw themselves at your feet."
"You just answered your own question!" he happily exclaimed. Your knuckles turned white at his patronizing praise. "Yes, it's nice when someone is willing to give themselves to me. When they work themselves to the bone! Pray until their knees are red and raw! Do anything it takes just to get my love. Deluding themselves that they're special, that they're the exception. When really they're no different from the rest! They're all the same." He shook his head in exasperated amusement. "It'd be so funny if it weren't so tragic." Douma sighed. "But it gets boring after a while. And it always plays out the same."
"So then... You favor me to deliberately make the others vye for your attention even harder?"
"Oh no, I do that all the time!" he laughed, waving his hand. "No," his voice dropped to a purr, a sinful, dark sound. "I want your pretty mouth to cry out my name when I make you, who won't give yourself to others, give in to me." His claw traced a line down the column of your throat to the space between your collarbones, sending a shiver through your body which reached down deep into your core. "Make you feel coital bliss than burns white-hot like a blessing. Make you come undone to me, and me only. No one else but me, your master, your god."
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just-luv-them · 8 months
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Yandere Domua Types
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- A caring yandere Domua taking pity on you after find you alone on the cold streets after being kicked out of your home or maybe your were walking to work …. Semantics
- A loving yandere Domua taking extra measures to make sure you’re feeling safe and comfortable in paradise and not trying to run from him
- A delusion yandere Domua thinking you’re in love with him and that’s why you refuse to leave can’t escape.
- A doting yandere like Domua who crawls into bed with you and refuses to leave until he talks to you about your day and you engage in some pillow talk. Maybe even keeps talking till you fall asleep and he snuggles right up to you
- An adoring yandere like Domua who wants to see you everyday and loves to see you happy.
- A confused yandere like Domua who wants to know why you run from him and try to throw stuff at him everytime he enters the room
- An annoyed yandere like Domua who can’t understand why you just won’t love him
- An angered yandere like Domua who would laugh and break a couple of followers necks and blame it on you. And if you don’t shape up and start loving him like a good girl, he might just do it again. He knows where your loved ones are after all.
- A content yandere like Douma who likes strolling his long nails along your skin as you wrap your legs around his waist when straddling him, just the way he likes it.
- A fascinated yandere like Domua who can’t help but tenderly tease you when he purposefully turns you on and cheerfully tries to remove his clothes to bring you even closer to him in ways he’s never been with anyone else before
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yaeshigan · 1 year
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+ DOUMA HEADCANONS + (Yandere implied
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CWS + Yandere themes implied, death, obession, manipulation, breaking legs,
NOTE + mmmmm school is eating me up but have this while I hide in the library
+ YAE SHIGAN +
I - Want death? Ya got death.
II - Let's face it, I don't even need to write yandere at demons, we KNOW they are.
III - If we look at how rarely uppermoons meet humans and slayers, the places you'd encounter Douma are small.
IV - You probably met at the Eternal Paradise cult. (Whatever reason you had to go there.)
V - Since Douma is confirmed to have no emotions or whatsoever, the feeling is foreign to him
VI - So he grows extremely attached to you, curious of this feeling.
VII - At first he's curious, but he also grew cautious. Maybe he thought you were drugging him somehow?
VIII - Confused became curiosity, curiosity became attachment, and now he's just totally obsessed with you.
IX - Unlike Giyu and Gyomei, he actually takes VALUE to your words and feelings. He won't get hurt by your words because, well, he didn't get offended when Akaza ripped off his head so why would he get offended by some of your silly words?
X - By taking value to your feelings and words, i mean he actually cares about your feelings, but due to him being well yes, practically emotionless he doesn't show it too well.
XI - I think he's the type to have a conversation with you then still be thinking about the things you've said, even if you don't remember saying them.
XII - He isn't shy, so he'd most likely just go over to you and strike a conversation with you when he meets you later on at the palace.
XIII - In this case, you weren't planning on staying any longer than just a day, which upset Douma a lot. He didn't want you leaving!
XIV - How can you leave when you just showed him feelings he never knew he had? And then leave right after? He felt as if his long gone heart had been shoved down his throat then taken out again.
XV - Overall he became really upset, so he tried manipulating and persuading you into staying.
XVI - When that didn't work, he had no other choice than to use stronger measures.
XVII - Aka breaking your legs and keeping you from leaving.
XVIII - Now you can't walk or run cause your legs don't function! It'll take long before they heal because luckily for him, you're human.
XIX - He definitely wants you staying human for long as possible, but he knows the end is inevitable.
XX - Might not believe me, but if he REALLY wanted, he'd keep you alive as a human until you started suffering from old age, a deadly disease or any type of aging that causes problems to body.
XXI - Thats his sign to turn you into a demon.
XXII - He almost got scared that your personality was going to perish when he turned you into a demon.
XXIII - Luckily you still have it, but unfortunately for him you still remember the things he has done to you in your human life.
XXIV - What a shame. But it's not like you can escape him.
XXV - Even when now you're a demon, he'd make sure that you weren't gonna get any stronger than you were right now.
XXVI - He'd try his best to keep you away from uppermoons, but they'll eventually find out.
XXVII - And they did find out. Kokushibo's reaction was stoic. Akaza would be furious because he kidnapped you, and even hurt you, (if you were a female, if you are anything else Akaza would be grossed out by his behaviour.) Daki would be grossed out aswell, and definitely would try to hide the whole thing from Gyutarou, (so he doesn't get any ideas.) Gyokko would just be silent about the whole thing lmao.
XXVIII - Muzan, that already wasn't that fond of Douma, would point it out as a weakness. Kind of like this. (imagine it as a uppermoon meeting.)
"Douma, you are holding a young demon captive, aren't you?" Muzan would say. Which Douma wouldn't deny.
"Worst of all, they're becoming a hindrance." Muzan said and turned his head. Douma was turning quieter by the moment. "As i suspected." Muzan said and turned his head back.
"Apologies! I don't think Y/N is a hindrance-" Douma said but was cut off by Muzan's death glare. Gyokko proceeded to break in and defend Doumas statement.
"I see."
"L/n will cease to exist if she becomes a hindrance, i trust that you can take responsibility for them." Muzan proceeded. "Or someone will put an end to them."
XXIX - When Douma transformed you, you didn't go as much berserk as other demons would. Which confused him but he shrugged it off. It was only later on when he realized, you weren't eating, that he grew suspicious.
XXX - He'd then find out that you didn't eat humans. He didn't mind this since it means you weren't going to get any stronger, but starving was hell for demons, so he was concerned on how you were going to substitute it.
XXXI - His affection of you is probably gifts, actions and words of affirmation. He definitely likes hugging and holding you. Gifts.. is another thing. I imagine he'd give you things like incense (the ones that don't smell like a million factories.) that you could burn together and a handfan.
XXXII - If he's not with you, (rarely.) he'd have you trapped somewhere in the palace to make sure you don't leave. And even if you did it wouldn't take long before he found you.
XXXIII - He'd be willing to kill anyone and anything for you, to the point you'd have to ask him to stop. As a result he'd become more fond of killing people, in front of you.
XXXIV - Douma's a sadist, so he'd definitely like the reactions you give whenever he kills someone in front of you.
XXXV - Even if you literally go on your knees and tell him to stop nicely, he still won't. Afterall, you give such cute reactions! How can he stop?
XXXVI - Douma really cares about you, and doesn't tolerate anyone mistreating or talking bad about you in the palace.
XXXVII - As soon as he learns that people talk about you behind his back, his ears literally turn into sound adapters.
XXXVIII - Anyone who has talked bad about you or looked at you for too long didn't last less than 3 hours.
XXXIX - Overall him on the dangerous/yandere radar? 10/10. Very dangerous. You'll have to rely on luck to get out of this.
+ YAE SHIGAN +
たいしょTAISHO SECRET --
When you were still new, Douma froze the flowers you picked for him so they would last longer.
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Are you writing the part 3 of douma x male reader?
I didn't realize this story was such a hot commodity
I've gotten quite a few asks about this story in particular
and my motivation is reignited
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First Part, Last Part
You were frozen in the presence of this…man. You weren’t breathing, you couldn’t look up from the floor. There was something otherworldly about Douma’s master. Whatever put you off about Douma was amplified by thousands by this creature who came to meet your sister. 
“This is my new interest,” You felt the possessive hold of the cult-leader trailing his hand along your body before pushing your head into his shoulder. A silent reminder to do nothing and be silent. 
“Hmm. The child.”
In an instant your sister was no longer in your arms and even the crippling fear didn’t stop you from trying to take her from the pale man who was now holding your Himari. Keyword: trying. The unmoving hold on your entire body brought you back to reality; as you slowly stopped trying to launch at this man in black. All you could do was stand completely hopeless with the man you loved(?) and a man you feared holding the only person you cared about.
“I’ve been wanting to meet you.” Her voice was groggy as it was when she woke up. 
“So I’ve been told. What makes you think I’ll give you the time of day?”
“I’m sure you know what it's like to search for answers and turn up blanks.”
The man with magenta eyes narrowed his eyes and you began to shiver. You were sure that if your sister didn’t choose her next words carefully she’d be killed. 
“What have you been told?”
“Nothing but those who linger tend to gossip.”
The man cocked his head back in a look of total shock, holding your sister closer. You wanted to intervene, you were itching to say something but you knew if his gaze was directed towards you it’d be over. You watched Himari lean forward to whisper something past the raven locks of the man. After whatever she said the distant hold he had on her became more familiar, supporting her bottom with his forearm as she sat up. Completely opposite to the arm length hold he had on her before. 
“Douma keep your interest…alive for now.” 
The man turned to leave and you couldn’t stand to be quiet any longer. Not when it seemed that you were once again having Himari stolen from you. 
“Himari!” 
The man’s side glare rivaled the worried one Himari had as she peeked over his shoulder. She struggled to speak, trying to climb higher than where she was being held to say something. But the most you got was barely an utterance of your name before she disappeared with Douma’s supposed master. 
“(Y/–” 
“Himari!!” 
You were allowed once again to move only to lunge for air. On a swivel you tried to see some human way that he could have escaped with a child in his hands but you found none. Finally with the silence more prevalent than ever everything came crashing down on you.
“Wh-what is going on!!!??? Where’s H-himari?! Where’s he taking her?! What are you-UGH?!”
You felt unbelievably powerless. Absolutely nothing in the face of beings you wouldn't understand. Why did it have to be her? Your baby. The one you devoted the better part of your whole life to. You had so much to teach. To the blind eye she was knowledgable but you knew at her center she was still the unsocialized child that held tight to you in the night.She was still the child you knew cried when your parents forgot her birthday. She was still the child that looked nervously when innocent children attempted to befriend her. She was still a child who underestimated the forces she played with. She was still a child that let curiosity guide very dangerous decisions. She was still a baby who needed you.  You wanted to blame her because she was a baby who did stupid things but you couldn’t do that. Not when you sat complacent as she dealt with the man who very well could be your parent’s killer. As you were making out with an honest-to-goodness mass murderer when you should have been running away. As you,  her guardian sat still with fear as she was whisked away by someone with intentions you had no way of gauging. 
“Are you feeling sad?”
“...sad?...You think I’m sad?YOU THINK ALL I AM IS SAD!?! YOU IDIOT I’M MORE THAN SAD!! I’M LIVID–” 
(Y/n) went off, screaming in this hut in the middle of nowhere occasionally decorated by the splotches of blood from those followers. Douma was relishing in this flood of–what must be emotion. You went on and on all while crying. You pulled at his robe trying to shake the demon as you continued to cry out, utterly distraught. 
It was kind of cute.
So he let you scream your little human heart out until you finally collapsed at his feet completely exhausted. 
“How interesting…”
You obeyed him when he was sure you wouldn’t and that made him feel something. He couldn’t tell anyone what it was but he liked it. It felt like love to Douma. So Douma relished in it and he wouldn’t let this go. Without effort he scooped your unconscious body before beginning the journey back to his sanctuary. Along the way he whispered to you, rubbing your living skin against his own.
“I can’t wait to feel even more with you, (Y/n).”
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yandere-kokeshi · 2 years
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Yandere Douma Headcanons
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Warnings: Name-calling (pet), eating humans, cult-centered, blood-sucking(?), eating, infantilism… Maybe? - (Child behavior), and manipulation.
Author Note: I do not own this character. I don't approve of yandere behavior in real life. This was shorter than I wanted it to be, so sorry if I have any mistakes!
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Douma is a cult leader, a god to most of his followers. All his followers make sure he’s well respected, well elegant, and always be there at his service when he needs something. Growing up, he didn’t feel normal human emotions. He never experienced love, sorrow, anger, or disgust. He loves seeing the nervousness, fear, and despair of humans as he finds the emotions interesting, and makes him (almost) flutter inside. He loves to mess with humans, seeing their expressions go from happy to fearful so quickly makes him so interested.
He was an emotionless soul for many, many years: till he found you. You possibly caught his eye by spiking his curiosity, standing up to him as a powerful Hashira, trying to defeat him, or you being a normal everyday civilian, who by chance reminded him of his past partner. He would’ve fallen “in love” at first sight and would try to make you his darling. As a Hashira, you would have to be a very strong and independent fighter to catch his attention. Always on point, never paying attention that you’re getting cut by his Japanese war fans; never showing an ounce of bothersomeness to the injuries that are occurring. If you were a civilian, maybe you were gentle, kind, and had the smell of his past partner that made his instincts go wild, immediately he'd become hooked.
Douma was surprised by this new emotion, the feeling of possessiveness and to keep you away from the outside and only being able to stay with him, see him only, and love him. He doesn’t understand this at all, yet he's intrigued. He finally goes along with the emotion, labeling it as “love” and “keeping you safe”.
He would kidnap you within a few weeks (2 or 3). He hates seeing you interact with anyone that is not him, even though you don't know his existence. He would watch you do your daily tasks and everything you do each night, smiling whenever you do something in his eyes that is considered pretty. He’d find every single expression you do fascinating, it makes him giggle, he’d almost want to hug you right there because of the new emotion you keep pulling at him.
The way he'd slowey get ready to kidnap you is by leaving very disturbing things on your front door and inside your home. They'd go slowly and comforting at first, flowers with love notes explaining how he loves you, then slowly getting creepier by sending a box full of your favorite things: jewelry, clothing, perfume, and sweets. The last straw would be him leaving the corpse of your neighbor on your front door. Of course, before you scream, his hand is covering your mouth, his hands guiding you back inside and him chuckling deeply; explaining that your finally gonna be in paradise with him, where you’ll be loved on and spoiled rotten.
The type of yandere he’d be is very clingy, manipulative, and possessive. He’d almost treat you as a pet, always telling you to be good. He wants to mold you into a good, little spouse. He uses his charm to manipulate you quite frequently, he'd make you rely on him most of the time, even if it's daily needs. Such as combing your hair, getting dressed, eating, and walking. He’ll tease you for being so weak; so perfect for him.
He loves the fact that you’re a human, so eatable and so fragile that you could break at any moment. Due to his possessiveness, you will not be interacting with anyone outside of your room, even with the cult members. He always tells you that they’ll try to take you away, someone who’s so perfect, stunning, and god-like needs to be protected 24/7, right? If one of the members gets to see you, it’s an emergency. Other than that, they’ll die a painful and slow death if they see you.
The way he shows his affection is a bit weird but comfortable-likewise. He’d give you gifts, expensive clothes, jewelry, and anything you like; If you behave that is. As stated above, he’s very clingy. He’ll force you to cuddle him, kiss him, sit in his lap, and overall; allow him to drink your blood. He’d say this as a way to bring you two closer. He’ll start conversations, ask you about your day, and find things you do cute.
His punishments are very brutal; whatever you did, made him very disappointed in you. He thought he trained you well enough. He’d punish you for what he thought was unpleasant, such as giving your opinion on things, not wearing the outfit he placed earlier that evening, or not allowing him to touch you. Though, these are just normal examples. Lets say, If you tried to run away, for example: he’d break your leg like a twig, if that doesn’t stop you, then he’d break both your legs. He's quite surprised that you, a mere, weak human decided to run away from him, and make his head spin around. At first, he’d even allow you to get your hopes up whilst you were on the run. Sooner or later, he’d come in, snatch you away again.
Now, if you misbehave physically: kick, punch, or scratch him. He’d just leave you alone in a room, with no clothes, and no food for a few hours. If you’re using words: threats, he’d just bluntly ignore you and continue on with whatever he was doing in the first place. Though, he’d slowly become annoyed. The more you do it, the more irritated he’ll get; which is not pretty. If it does get to that point, he’d threaten you with the smile on his smile, possibly saying he’d turn you into a demon and pull off your limbs by one or force you to watch him eat humans, especially anyone who is special to you.
There’s a rare chance he’d change you into a demon. If you had any illnesses that are clearly dangerous or making your everyday life hell, he’d turn you into a demon. Don’t worry though, he’d make sure you’d be okay, never giving you too much blood. However, he does prefer you to stay human. He likes how fragile you are, how precious, and adorable you are. He loves how he can be in control, scaring you that he'll break your arms and legs.
Slowly but surely, you’d go into Stockholm syndrome. At this point, he really doesn’t care if you do or don't fall in love with him. He'd still treat you as a pet, just being more gentler as you are behaving. He loves how you depend on him for necessary needs.
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mayullla · 9 months
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Title: Little Sunshine!
Characters: Douma (/Doma) (Demon Slayer)
Summary: You were taken into the Paradise Faith cult with Kotoha (Inosuke's mother.) And like her, Douma became rather fond of you. When Kotoha ran away, she had no choice but to leave you behind as Douma hid the truth away from you and turned you into one of his own kind.
Warnings/tags: Platonic yandere, fem!child!reader, the reader gets turned into a demon (drinking blood is mentioned here / forced), manipulation
Note: Part 2 is here!
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You were holding the hand of Kotoha Hashibira, a pregnant woman who brought you along with her when she was welcomed into the Paradise Faith cult.
You were around 3 to 4 years old that time, if Douma remembers correctly when you walked in curiously looking at everything around you so naively and sweetly asking Kotoha who these people welcoming you and her were.
If he was right, Douma remembers that you didn't belong to Kotoha. That two of you weren't blood-related, but she picked you up somewhere as she found you abandoned and alone. It was a common occurrence, no doubt, that kids get abandoned by their own parents. Maybe it was due to poverty or maybe for other reasons but Kotoha told Douma that was hard to ignore you as you look at the world with something in your eyes. Something that she could not pinpoint.
Yet Douma definitely found something common between you and Kotoha, these cheerful and innocent personalities that the two of you have. The two of you would always play together, as you followed along when Kotoha sang or times when you played alone but always invited him to join you when you noticed him.
Even now after years you still do the same, as you toss the ball high up into the air and then catch it the servants watching from far away clapping their hands and they look fondly at you the daughter of Douma having but age only one year after so long.
"Dear," Douma stated, gesturing that you come to him. Looking up from your ball, you trotted over to him, tilting your head curiously. Sometimes you remind him of how he fondly looked at you and Kotoha, the days when he would watch you play around and laugh in delight trying to ask him to carry you as you looked at the koi fish inside the pond. Your eyes were innocent even years later, but then again, you sleep more than before, so maybe mentally, you wouldn't age as much...
"Ah, my lovely child, you are awake! Why didn't you tell me so? I would have come sooner." Douma stated, patting your head. While it has been made this idea that you and Douma were father and daughter, it couldn't have been far from the truth.
It was a public ritual that had been made between you and Douma. The followers envied you, a small child who was forced to drink the blood that came from Douma's hand sliced with a knife and poured into a small cup. It seemed that you didn't remember such a situation occurring as he once brought it up only to get a confused look from you.
You cried so much that day when you were forced to drink from the cup, as the followers all held you down, telling you that you should be grateful and happy that you have been given this honor. That you and Douma would now be related, and there was nothing more privilege than to be related to the man who they worshipped.
With a smile, Douma continued to watch. Your body wanted to curl as you felt the pain in your body as if thorns were stabbed everywhere. Maybe this wouldn't have happened... maybe you would have stayed a human for a long time till you died as one if Kotoha hadn't found out about his little secret.
He remembered when Kotoha tried to run away, she wanted to get you too, but with Inosuke in her arms and him on the way she wasn't able to do so.
Your cries of pain were what he listened to as he thought about the past.
"Where is Kotoha-san and Inosuke?" You asked one night after searching the whole day for them.
"They have left, dear child." Douma smiled down at you, his face covered by the shadow made by the moonlight. His eyes glowed brightly as he watched your reaction to the news. "Oh... are they coming back?" You asked, looking down at the floor fidgeting in your spot. "I am not sure, dear..." Douma replied, watching.
How confused you were, then a sort of realization, then betrayed, sorrow, acceptance, and lastly, loneliness. He enjoyed watching your emotions very much, how expressive your eyes were, a smile still on his face. He wondered what you would do next. Would you curl up in a corner and hide away mopping that you have been abandoned once again, or would you just cry here screaming why?
"Will you stay with me?" Your question almost barely a whisper surprised Douma, as his eyes widen, and somewhere in his body jumped at your words.
It was unfamiliar to him. He wasn't able to reply as silence draped through the room. You stared at him with a cautious hope that started to dim little by little every second he didn't answer.
"Yes.." That word surprised Douma a lot, such a common word held an unfamiliar, heavy feeling that he never thought he would experience. Covering his mouth with his fingers as he wondered if he really was the one who said it. Looking at you, he saw your eyes just light up just a little, and as you smiled.
It was at that moment he thought that his heartbeat, or whatever similar thing there was for a demon. But other than that, there was something else he noticed in his heart, one he could not recognize at all. Yet he thought it was such an erratic, crazed feeling. It was almost addictive.
Douma thought that maybe through you, he might... might just be able to experience these emotions that he never thought he could. The feeling of just being a little more... real.
It was his own amusement that led to the decision to turn you into a demon just like him. When he had done just a good amount of work for Muzan when he asked for a little prize for his work. Mozan stared at him with disdain when he had asked, wondering if he had gone crazy. But to get him out of his sight, Muzan let him do as he pleases, allowing you to become a demon.
Douma watched as you cried your eyes out in pain. Your eyes ever so slowly became more and more crazed. The want for blood you crave would be soon as you tried to find someone to eat, yet Douma noticed how you also looked as if another side of you was fighting. Not wanting to spill blood, as tears fell from your eyes begging yourself to stop.
Instead of eating a human, before Douma could even call for one and offer that dish to you. You passed out.
How... boring... he thought as he stared at you, poking your cheek.
You slept for a long time. A few months or more, he didn't count. Douma sent you to another room to be cared for by the worshippers and almost have completely forgotten about you tired of waiting after a while.
When Douma had asked Muzan about turning a child into a demon, almost all the upper-rank demons were there then. Akaza wondered what has gotten into Douma to ask such a thing but it wasn't like he once understood the guy. So did the other demons they all looked at Douma as if he went insane.
Douma didn't care. He didn't really care what they thought of him, but imagine his surprise when he after a year saw you with Akaza. You were laughing cheerfully as the man carried you on his shoulders. His face was a little confused, but letting you do as you please as you raved about how high up you were. He watched as the smile on Akaza's lips became a little more genuine as he continued to play with you.
... it was a dirty feeling, ugly and disgusting that he wanted to vomit out. It felt like he was drowning in thick mud as he watched you play with Akaza. Just a year ago, he was the one to do this for you.
And he doesn't know why...
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Note: I think it was really obvious to those who follow me that I would pick writing demons rather than the demon slayers... hehe
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hentagirl · 10 months
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Good Boy ෆ
Warnings: Dacryphilia, size kink, finger sucking and fucking, corrupt kink, yandere, cock sucking, Doma uses you as a fleshlight, non-con
𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐚 𝐱 𝐈𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: You are sent to eternal paradise cult to spy on the uppermoon Doma but soon become his favorite sadly he hits your head making you forget he was a demon and how your a demon slayer but soon you get use to Doma looking and following you it’s normal right..?
❝𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞~❞
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“a-are you sure I-I can do this…” said a very nervous boy “Ofc! and if you are in danger a crow will be there following every move the cult does” said a woman with purple tips and dark soulless purple eyes Shinobu dressed up the young boy in a ragged yukata “there your disguise is ready!” said Shinobu “Now you have to pretend to be miserable near the cult someone will take you in hopefully and you’ll be watched there by a crow if it sees you struggling we will send a hashira to help you now please be safe.” said Shinobu holding the nervous boy hands “i don’t want you having the same fate as Kanae..” said Shinobu “Don’t worry i’ll come back in one piece!” said Y/n smiling at the woman who smiled back
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“Oh my your so young what are you doing here!” said a woman looking at a young boy who was in rags his face stained with tears “i-i was kicked out of my p-parents house b-because—“ the young boy began crying again the woman hugged him and she smiled “listen there is a mansion near our leader is so kind to let anyone in need to stay you could be aided there” said the woman the young boy smiled “Oh thank you so much!” said the boy hugging the woman
Y/n was brought to a huge mansion he watched in awe seeing a lot of happy people and pictures of a handsome man with rainbow eyes “w-who is h-he?” questioned Y/n “Oh that is Doma our cult leader who does good in the world!” praised the woman ‘Shinobu didn’t tell me how the demon would look.. why don’t people see he’s a demon..’ thought Y/n “oh look there!! go to the nurse they will give you medicine and a room” said the woman “now take care young boy” the woman walked away as the boy nervously went inside the infirmary
“now you look much better here’s your room” said a nurse “oh t-thank you..” said Y/n “Hey you the leader wants to meet you!” said the same woman from earlier “m-me?!” said the boy frantically “Yes you omg you’ll finally meet Doma listen don’t be so nervous your gonna give a bad impression to our leader!” said the woman making the young boy more nervous “o-oh ok!!” said Y/n the woman grinned and dragged the young boy somewhere else..
They soon made it to large wooden doors the woman knocked and there was a voice behind the door “It’s open!” the woman opened the door and blushed seeing the cult leader “Ara ara~ you look so young and cute” said the rainbow eyed demon making the young boy turn red he could feel his heart beat faster “thank you for bringing me the boy you can leave now.” said Doma the woman smiled following orders leaving the young demon slayer and the upper moon demon “So tell me about yourself here have a seat!” smiled the demon Y/n nervously walked to the empty spot next to Doma “Now tell me why are you here?” said Doma making the young boy sweat nervously the demon tilted his head innocently “the woman told me you were kicked out of your house why?” said Doma the young boy mentally sighed “w-well i was kicked out because my older sister was basically the favorite and she framed me for something i didn’t do and t-that’s how i got kicked out..” the boy had tears running down his face making the demon feel more thrilled the demon made the young boy lay down on his chest “It’s ok you can stay here for as long as you need” said Doma he smelled the boy he smelled so nice and yummy..no he had to resist..he felt the young boy go limp ‘Oh he’s asleep that fast..’ he smelled so good he just needed one bite..one bite won’t hurt right plus he’s asleep Doma opened his mouth revealing large sharp teeth’s he licked the area he was going to bite and sank his sharp fangs into Y/n’s neck “hng..” Doma sucked the blood out of Y/n’s neck his blood was so sweet “D-Doma!!” Y/n felt the pain and tears ran down his face “Oh your awake that’s good~” said Doma he was about to take off Y/n’s yukata when Y/n backed away “s-stay away i’ll tell everyone your a demon!” panicked Y/n he covered his body with the bloody yukata Doma sighed “I didn’t wanna do this lily pad..but you leave me no choice” Y/n saw Doma was gone for a second and he turned around and felt cold hit his head he fell down to Doma arms making him smile
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“Oh Y/n you look so good today!” said a man Y/n nervously smiled “t-thank you..” said Y/n he could feel eyes dig into his skull but ignored it “Y/n i was wondering if you’d like to have fun tonight at my room~” said the man Y/n looked at him confused oh he’s so innocent the man sighed and smiled again whispering into his ear “i’m saying that we should sleep together i promise i can make you forget about everything and think about how my cock drills inside you~” said the creepy man Y/n blushed at his words recently Doma has been teaching some stuff to Y/n and most of the education was about yk.. Y/n tried declining the creepy man’s offer but he would still follow the young boy around “come on i promise you’ll have a great time~” said the man “i-i already said no what d-don’t you understand!” yelled the young boy “Oh Y/n is this man bothering you?~” said a rainbow eyes demon Y/n turned around tears staining his face “c-can we go please..” pleaded Y/n he clinged onto Domas arm “Of course~” Doma and Y/n walked away not before giving the creepy man a death stare
Y/n was now eating outside the huge mansion he didn’t see the creepy man anywhere which is a good thing maybe Doma banned him from ever coming back or something else happened.. Y/n finished his food and went back inside “Oh Y/n over here~” Y/n saw Doma waving at him “Oh Hi Doma!” said Y/n smiling “t-thank you for banning the creepy man” said Y/n holding Domas hand affectionately “…i did ban him and it was no problem i’d do anything to protect you my little lily pad~” said Doma he watched as Y/n became flustered “It’s becoming night time why don’t you sleep here?” said Doma inviting Y/n inside “wow your room is so large..” awed Y/n “There is a king sized bed with curtains you can sleep there if you’d like!” said Doma “what about you?..” questioned Y/n making Doma smile “I don’t really need sleep..” said Doma “c-can you atleast stay with me please..” pleaded Y/n “Oh sure anything for you~” said Doma, Y/n was ontop of Doma he kept moving trying to find a comfortable spot but it all started when Doma groaned “Lily pad please try not to move to much~” said Doma “s-sorry am i heavy..” panicked Y/n he tries to get off but Doma pulled him closer “Lily pad your making me quite hard~“ said Doma making Y/n question him “Your innocence always makes me so thrilled~” Doma held Y/n facing his back Y/n felt something hard poking his back “Do you feel that lily pad?~ you did this you made me so hard you make me wanna pound you make you cry~” said Doma he slowly snaked his fingers around Y/n’s face and put them inside Y/n’s mouth “suck.” Y/n sucked on Domas slender fingers and Doma thrusted his fingers deeper his throat making Y/n gag and little tears started forming in his eyes Y/n opened his mouth and Doma took out his fingers and put his hand under Y/n’s yukata he felt his small hole and sticked his finger in making Y/n moan “i-it hurts!” cried Y/n “Don’t worry Lily pad you’ll feel much better when i find that spot oh found it~” Doma hit Y/n’s prostate making him let out a slutty moan like “your so tight~” Doma felt Y/n’s wall tighten on him “and so sensitive look at how your dick is letting out pre cum~” Doma continued with the dirty talk making Y/n feel hotter “m-my tummy feels a-weird!” whimpered Y/n “relax lily pad you’ll feel much better~” said Doma Y/n followed orders and saw white he felt such amazing pleasure just by Domas slender fingers “you look so cute having a orgasm~” said Doma, Y/n felt Domas hand to his chin “your mouth is so cute letting out such beautiful sounds i hope your mouth knows how to suck a cock~” said Doma he loosened up his yukata revealing his huge cock Y/n stared in shock was he suppose to put that all in his mouth?… “don’t worry i’ll be gentle~” said Doma Y/n bend down and opened his mouth he licked the pre cum that tasted salty Y/n licked the tip like a kitten Doma sighed “such a innocent soul im not surprised you don’t know how to suck a cock don’t worry i’ll teach you~” Doma shoved his whole cock inside Y/n’s mouth making him gag and more tears stained his face “there you go~” Y/n sucked onto his cock and felt the vieny cock pulse Doma wasn’t so quiet “Oh just like that lily pad~” groaned Doma he thrusted into Y/n’s throat making the young boy gag “oh i’m cumming~” Doma came inside Y/n’s mouth making him swallow the salty liquid “Good boy~” Doma praised Y/n who was already tired unfortunately for him Doma has infinite stamina
“D-Doma p-please n-no more hahh~” Y/n let out slutty moans feeling Domas huge cock hit his abused prostate “I-i can’t take hng anym-more~” cried Y/n, Doma who was pounding Y/n like a animal in heat smirked “Look at how much you take me in such a obedient and good boy you were made for me~” said Doma “Hng hah~..” Y/n cried feeling so much pleasure “don’t worry lily pad after this i’ll take such good care of you~” said Doma smiling like crazy
“You won’t remember anything~”
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HIS HEART!
DOUMA X F!READER! X ?
Summery: after being shut out of your abusive parents house in the cold, icy weather, you thought no one could save you or help you now. Oh how you thought wrong.
Warnings: This story contains strong, hurtful language. Such as cursing, names (like slut, bitch, useless), mention of some blood. Spoilers of season 3 and 2. This story had two alternative endings, so if you don't want it to end this way, you can read the other one! Alternative n2 is you get with s1 else so! I might change this up a bit later on, so keep your eyes peeled!! (Change as in adding more detail and dome heavy manga spoilers!) Enjoy!
"Get out you useless slut! Nobody wants you here!" Your father screamed. Your mother was beside him, her brown eyes glaring down at your weak frame. They hit you, beat you, and tied you to your room wall. They even taped your mouth shut to muffle your pained screams. Your father grits his teeth as he untied you and threw you out the door and slammed the door shut.
You had some major injuries. Like a stab in your hip, arm so close to dislocating, legs in cuts and bruises, and ankles burning from the harsh ropes. But you ran and ran. You panted, finding it hard to breathe, legs wobbling. Your mind is hazy and your legs were about to fail you, your eyes started close down, as the air around you seemed suffocating.
But just as you were about to collapse and never rise again, you fell into a muscular chest, almost warm, but then again, cold. Your head slowly twitched up, and your (e/c) got lost in this mysterious rainbow one, lashes long, creamy white hair framing this mysterious person's face.
"P..p-please h-help m..me.." you barely rasped out. You haven't got water in days, and it showed. Long fingers touched your face, long claws lightly scraped your smooth face. "It's okay my dear, just close your eyes." He whispered, his voice sounded welcoming, but it almost sounded evil, and it was like your mind was telling you to run and not close your eyes, but you obeyed his wishes and closed your eyes.
Your ears rang and you heard muffled voices, and you shifted a bit and opened your eyes, blinking repeatedly. After you opened your eyes, the voices stopped, and it slightly alarmed you. This isn't your dirty ceiling, it was more of a... clean one. You propped yourself on your elbows and held your head closing your eyes in pain. ow, you sure got a massive headache. "Ah! It seems like you've woken up!" The voice started you, and you shot your eyes open. There he sat, the mysterious guy. His white, unusual pale face, rainbow eyes, red top, and black drips coming down from it. His hat seemed to have the same pattern. His beige and baggy trousers matched his outfit.
"Wh..where am I?" You mumbled, eyes scanning the room. You looked down at your body, noticing the bandages. 'Looks like I've been treated, maybe this isn't a bad place.. maybe someone from the village took me in? He doesn't look like anyone I know from the village though..' You thought.
"You are in my home! Dont be afraid my dear beauty, I don't bite! Oh, how rude of me! I didn't even introduce myself!" He said, and chucked at his silliness. He got up from his seat and started walking over to you. "My name is Douma/Doma! What's your name, my darling?~" He cooed and ran his index finger along your chin. "(N-Name) (L/N).." you softly whispered.
'Ahh! She's so adorable! Not to mention a fine beauty! Way prettier than the girl I ate yesterday, and prettier than Daki! Hm~ maybe I won't eat her just yet..' Douma/Doma thought and grinned, showing his fangs. "Well then! You are now a part of my cult my dear!" He cheered. "...cult?" You questioned, tilting your head sideways. "Mhm!" He hummed. He didn't want to make you into a demon, but if he had to, he unfortunately would.
TIMESKIP!
It's been a few months now, and you've already warmed up to Douma/Doma. And now, you think you've fallen for him. He consistently treated you well, fed you, made sure you slept well, he made sure you had the best time with him. But the only thing was that he didn't take you out in the daytime, which made you question it, but quickly shut the thought down and just thought that he was busy during the daytime.
But recently, a new woman came in and he had taken an obvious liking to her. Seemingly, according to Douma/Doma, she had previously been in an abusive relationship with her husband while she was pregnant, her name was. Kotoha Hashibira.
And honestly, she was a kind and lovely woman, but you were jealous. You fear that Douma/Doma liked her better than you, and you could see that she had taken a liking to him, and he did too. He's more around her ever since she gave birth to her baby, Inosuke. He looked so adorable, you even got to hold him. "I think he likes you!" Kotoha giggled, her smile was genuine and warm, maybe Douma did deserve her.
You closed the shoji door gently and flopped onto your futon as tears slipped from your eyes. You covered your body in your duvet and hid your face with your hands. After all the times you spent with him, he loves her now. You loved Douma and Kotoha, you did and you tried to suck it up and face reality but it hurts, it hurts seeing your saviour, the one who saved you, the one who took care of you, the one you loved being with another woman.
You sniffed before setting your plan in your head to talk to him about it. You slid the door open and walked down the hallway you'd walked down for the millionth time, only to see Kotoha running with Inosuke in her arms, her facial expression showed that she was genuinely terrified, horrified. After Kotoha ran past, a few seconds later Douma almost flew past. "Lord Douma! I need to speak with you!" You said, but he only snapped his head back at you, his gorgeous, breathtaking eyes, now have some writing in them. Uppermoon Two. Uppermoon two? What does that mean? Your eyes adverted over down to his face, around his mouth. ..human blood? That would explain the pale skin and the fangs.
But he only ran in the same direction Kotoha had run. His head makes a mental note to deal with you later. You widened your eyes. Sure, you had a few thoughts run through your head when you met him. He was pale, he had razor-sharp nails, not the kind of nails humans would, and he had fangs, it was unusual to have multiple colours in your eyes like him, but you never questioned it because, after all, he did save you.
After they both left, you went back into your room, completely speechless. You didn't comprehend what to do. You've heard stories from the town about demons.
Alternative ending n1: if you stayed.
You decided to stay, after all, your heart beats, and pounds when he's near, and your body just couldn't move an inch towards the door to escape. After all, he did 'save' you.
You heard light footsteps coming to your door, the same familiar light steps, he took. The loud knocks rang throughout the room, making you shiver. "My darling~? May I come in~?" He sang, you rasped out a somewhat affirmative and the door slid open revealing Douma himself.
He closed the door and slowly walked over to you. "Hm. I guess it's not a secret anymore huh?~" He cooed. He put his right hand under your chin and put his face closer to yours. "Say.. instead of being a weak human.. why don't you come and join me, my dear.. we can live together forever! I won't let anything happen to you. you can be my forever bride! Maybe even be an upper moon alongside me! Come with me, come with me..." He chanted. You couldn't give in. Youu couldn't.. oh who were you kidding? Of course, you were gonna give in to him, you loved him.
"I... I will come with you, Lord Douma.." you said, which made him laugh in pleasure, grinning widening his eyes, which made him long a little crazy.
He stuck his finger in your neck, pumping his blood in you. After a good portion, he put his finger out. The blood affected you, and it was obvious. The blood made you choke and hold your throat, and you passed out.
You opened your eyes, wincing at the light. But Douma quickly stuck his head in your vision, his smiling face looking down at you. "My oh my! You look more beautiful than before! Akaza is going to be so jealous! Do you know who Akaza is? He's my best friend! Even though he doesn't show it, I know he label's me as his best friend too! But I think he's just so moody because he was an upper moon before me, but I'm still ranked above him!" He ranted, and you tilted your head.
"What's an uppermoon?" You questioned, and he answered you, and you both talked all night. "Say, wanna go out for some dinner, I heard your stomach rumbling!~" He teased, which made you blush and nod.
Eventually, you flew passed all the ranks and were officially upper moon two, alongside Douma, just like he said. Muzan had liked your strength and confidence, so, he let you be upper moon two.
"Ah, it seems like you are here too, akaza-san!" You said, you and akaza were in the infinity fortress, which could only mean one thing, a uppermoon has fallen. "I guess.." akaza said, eyes trailing around the castle. You got startled when you felt something on your back, which made you glance behind you, but shook off the tense feeling when you saw Douma'a gorgeous face.
"Hello, my dear! I wonder what happened." He trailed off and nuzzled his face in your neck, and you saw from the corner of your eye to see akaza fake gagging. You saw a vase in the corner, and you almost forgot who it was when it started shaking. That was when Gyokko, uppermoon five came out, also the one who smelt like fish.
"Oi! Biwa woman! Where are Kokushibo and Lord muzan?" Akaza yelled. "I summoned Kokushibo here first, he has been listening to your conversation. And muzan will come in shortly."
During the meeting, Gyokko had mentioned something about how he knew something but wasn't sure of it, and that had scintillated you and Douma's attention, so after the meeting, you two tried to talk to him.
"Gyokko~ can you pleeaassseee tell me? I promise to treat you after~!" You poked fun at, trying to get him to take the bait. Gyokko blushed before shaking his head. "I'm not telling you (Name!)" He yelled. And that's when Douma picked his head up and asked him, which he denied.
Suddenly, Akaza came up behind Douma and hit him, causing his face to fall apart. But he regenerated in a blink of an eye and grinned. "Oi! Akaza! Hit him again and I swear to god-" "now now now (name!) Play nice! We were just playing! After all, he's just jealous!" He said and laughed, making a vein pop out of his head. "Why you-" He yelled, ready to land a good hard punch on him, but that's when Kokushibo came in.
"Akaza." He said, a place with Kokushibo is always intimidating and always has tension. You've always admired him, for his strength and his seriousness. You admit you get a small shiver down your back, and it seems like Akaza had visibly shaken.
While that was all happening, you saw Gyokko trying to slip away. "Biwa lady! Teleport me to the place with Hantengu!" "OI!" But it was too late, he had evaporated, along with the demon. And it seemed like everyone disappeared too, well, except Douma of course, he would never leave you. The strum of the Biwa had sent you back to your home with Douma, in a specific position, you were sat on his lap, making you blush violently. He brushed his hands on your thighs, trailing down further. "Say.. how about we have some alone time?" He grinned, and you agreed.
Alternative ending n2: if you escaped.
As Kotoha passed by, she managed to catch a glimpse of you and she mouthed, 'Run'. You trusted her, and you misjudged her. And so you ran back to your room before Douma caught sight of you and started packing your important stuff before running out the other door, in the other direction. You thought he was a demon, after all, you saw him feasting on a human, and you saw his eyes, which had 'Uppermoon Two' written in them. You realised that he didn't 'save' you, the only thing he saved you from was himself, he waited for the perfect time to eat you. So, you had no choice but to run, it was a good chance anyways since he'd always had an eye on you.
You ran and ran, and ran, keep running, you chanted, run run run run, and you paused for a break. You panted before looking up. You saw a man, he had white hair, he turned around, his purple eyes widening at your frame. "Oi! You there! What are you doing?!" He yelled. You ran over to him.
"I'm (Name) L/N! I have a long story but please can we go somewhere else!? A demon is going to be looking for me and eat me!" "I'll take care of him for you." "NO DON'T! HE'S AN UPPERMOON TWO!" You screamed. He was shocked. He doesn't know who you are, and you don't know who he is. You don't seem to be in the demon Slayer Corps, so how do you know what a uppermoon is? After he heard uppermoon, uppermoon two to be exact, he knew it would be dangerous, especially since he didn't prepare, and he was injured, plus, it wouldn't calm you down if he waited for the demon to come over.
"Fine, come with me." He grumbled he grabbed your hand and started sprinting. You could see that he was way faster than you since he was dragging you.
"Where are we going?" You asked. "We're going to the Demon slayer corps, but it's too far away, so we'll have to get a place to stay for the night before going again. But tomorrow we'll be there." He said sternly. He seemed to take the job seriously. You took in his appearance. His hair was all messed up, scars roamed everywhere on his body, and there was no blank place on his body where a scar can't be seen, 'he must've been a tough and brave fighter', you thought. His uniform showed his buff chest, making you blush a bit. He had white sleeves, he lifted his hand to itch his face, noticing how they were scars on his arms too. He had a white belt with trousers. But the two things that popped out for you were that he had a unique sword, and you assumed it was for a demon, and the other thing was that.... he had no eyebrows. But you didn't mind.
"Oi! Stop staring at me, it's getting creepy!" He scolded you, and you jumped and blushed. He was handsome, you had to admit. "So... um... what's your name?" You asked, you wanted to be friends with him.. possibly even more.
"Sanemi Shinazugawa." He said, he didn't even ask for yours but you said it anyways. "My name is (Name) L/N! Nice to meet you!" "Yeah I know, you said it already." He grumbled and rolled his eyes. You looked down and realised he was still holding your hand, but his hands felt warm, so you didn't complain.
"So what happened?" He asked after a few minutes of walking in the village. "I'll tell you later." You mumbled, he understood, they're were people everywhere so explaining your life story with people listening wasn't the best idea.
After you two got to the place where you two were staying, you started explaining. He was listening well, and centralized.
After you finished explaining, it was silent for a few seconds before he asked you a few more questions. He told you it's best if you bathe and prepare for the next day, so you did.
"hah?! There's only one bed?!" Sanemi yelled and you blushed. "I can sleep on the floor if you want?" "Okay" He mumbled and you smiled. You walked over to the bed and grabbed the spare pillow and blanket and lay on the floor.
"I didn't mean literally, you idiot." He mumbled, but you were that tired you didn't even hear what he said since you were fast asleep. He grumbled before putting his hands under your knees and back and lifting your body onto the futon. "Tch.. silly woman.." He mumbled to himself and fell asleep.
The sun shone brightly through the window. You yawned and opened your eyes. Another day yet again. You got up and did your usual stuff, like brushing your hair, and your teeth and changing out of your pyjamas. It seemed Sanemi still hasn't woken yet, and the earlier we are, the closer we are to safety.
"Shinazugawa! Wake up!" You said, lightly shaking him. You sighed, he must be a deep sleeper. "SHINAZUGAWA!!" You yelled and he woke up startled. "OI! WHY ARE YOU YELLING?!" "TO WAKE YOU UP FOR FUCKS SAKE??"
(You'd swear that the people next door to you is pissed and reporting you and sanemi to you to the staff.)
After that lazy ass Sanemi, got up and did what was necessary, you two hit the road again. "Hey, what age are you?" "19." (Let's pretend he is in my au 💋) "Wow! I'm 18! Our ages are so close!" You squealed and Sanemi just looked at you dumbfounded.
Finally, after you got to the Demon Slayer Corps, he dragged you over to some man called, 'Kagaya Ubuyashiki's estate.'
"Hello my dear child, welcome back. How was your journey?... It seems another presence is in the room. Who is this person, my child?" He softly questioned. Sanemi explained who you were and your story to you. Kagaya nodded his head in understanding.
"Well then, Welcome to the Demon Slayer Corps, (Name) L/N."
Timeskip!
Two years ago you were promoted as the ' Wisteria Pillar.' You helped Shinobu with her poisons and meditation for patients. You were happy with your job, as a hashira, and as a nurse.
"Oi! (Name)! Wanna go to the town?" Sanemi asked, and you nodded your head eagerly. You've taken a great liking to Sanemi, and you hoped he did too. You hid your sword under your lilac haori and tried not to scare the people in the village not far.
You and Sanemi went from market to market, but one, in particular, caught your gaze. "Hey hey hey 'Nemi! Look at this! This matches your eyes!" You squealed. It was a cute bracelet that had some shades of purple and some charms on it was white.
"'Nemi I'm gonna make you wear this!" "I'm not gonna wear that stupid band around my wrist." He said and rolled his eyes. "Please please please ~ ill get one for me too to match you!" "Tsk... fine.." He grumbled and your giggles and paid for the two bracelets. You slipped it on his wrist and wore yours too. "Ahh!! We're like twins!" "Don't be silly 🙄" "Hey! 😟😔" Then he ruffled your hair, messing it up. "C'mon, slow poke." He teased and you ran at him and clung to him.
"Oi (name) I gotta tell ya somethin." Sanemi called. "Yeah? What is it?" You smiled. You gave him the smile that made him smile. Not a crazy smile he gives demons before slaughtering them, the loving smile.
"I-... fucks sake.. um... I- UGH I LIKE YOU, DUMBASS!!!" He screamed. You wore a shocked face, totally not expecting that. "Well?! DON'T JUST GIVE ME THAT SHOCKED FACE AND ANSWER ME!" He yelled at you, again. You giggled at him. You were happy he wasn't gonna give you some corny thing and went straight to the point. It was Sanemi Shinazugawa after all.
"Oi oi oi oi, why are you laughing you punk-" "I like you too idiot!" You squealed. The tips of his ears were pink before, now his ears were red and so was his face, now he was the one who wore a shocked expression, totally not expecting that. You grabbed his hands and leaned close to his face, making him redder than Giyuu's red side of his haori. Sanemi went back into reality since he put his hand at the back of your head and pushed it, making his and your lips connect. It was like fireworks exploding in your stomach, it felt amazing. When you disconnected from him, your lips tingled. You blushed and kissed him on the cheek.
"Let's go back, yeah?" "Okie!!"
"Oi! Shinazugawa! W-wh.HAH.. where did you get your bracelet?" Tengen teased, trying to tease him through laughs. "YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH IT YOU FLASHY RETARD?!" Sanemi yelled and Tengen put his hands up in defence. Sanemi turned around and smiled at the memory. You were all his, and he was all yours. Maybe just maybe, if you two make it out alive, he would marry you and love you until the day you two die, and that's a promise in his heart.
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