#kny xreader

[insensity]

"i actually like u before, like about 2 years by now? i think..." he let it slip casually like it was nothing. 2 years?! how come it took him too long? u could've gave him a kiss in a head and cuddles when he's sad, i could've been there for him in two years....

he let out a sigh, his shoulders heavy as he turned to you. "Why did it take so long?" he repeated, his voice laced with a mixture of bitterness and exhaustion. "Why did it take so long for me to realize the terrible path I had been on? Why did it take so long for me to see the pain I had caused and the lives I had ruined?"

He ran a hand through his hair, his expression haunted. "i love u... an i won't risk my selfish side ruin you, it doesn't matter anymore... i'm here now aren't i?"

[pleasedonteatmedemon]

Hotaru Hagenezuka x DemonSlayer!Fem! Reader (NSFW) (Takes place during village arc, no spoilers)

I can't help myself, this man is so damn scriddily scrumptious, LOOK AT HIM !!!

(Contains; Hotaru cheats on his wife with you/Manipulation/virgin reader/age gap)

(Story is under the photo ofc.)

"You don't think he'll be to mad? Do you Tanjiro?" You say, your face filled with worry as sweat drips from your face. You hold your broken-in-half sword, looking at it and then at Tanjiro who only cringed. He scratches the back of his head, "Uh well..." He starts, taking a breath and then looking at you. "Yeah no, I'm pretty sure he's going to try to kill you..." He says, slight worry in his face. "W-What?!" You say, blinking. "Well...You can probably get him some mitarashi dango, it usually calms him down. " Tanjiro says. "I'm sure you'll be fine." He adds on, a reassuring smile on his face. You slightly whimper, "If you say so." You say, scratching your head. Tanjiro smiles once more, "Well here, I can take you to a market and then walk you to his home since you don't know where it is." Tanjiro says, you both stand up; as you were both sitting on the grass.

Tanjiro had been in the sword smith village for a few days, he already had his sword fixed but he told you some demons were lurking about and he had to stay to capture and dispose of them. Your sword had broke on a mission, and you got here just today.

You and Tanjiro walk along a path, you look at all the buildings and such in awe, "This place is sooo big!" You exclaim, a smile on your face. Tanjiro smiles, "Yes," He says. The sun was setting and it was starting to get slightly cold out. You and Tanjiro finally make it to some small food stand, originally you were going to a market but this was closer to Haganezuka's home. Tanjiro walks up to the stand, a masked individual inside, Tanjiro smiles and says, "2 mitarashi dangos please!" He says, holding up the number two with his hands. "Coming right up!" The person inside says. While waiting for the food, you decided to bring up Hataru again. "I've actually never met Hataru before...he was busy so someone else had delivered his sword to me." You say. "Oh, I see, well I hope your first meeting doesn't get too off on the wrong foot..." Tanjiro says. You sigh. The person finishes cooking the Mitarashi's and you take them both. You and Tanjiro thank the person, then making your way to the Haganezuka household. You reach the door to which Tanjiro the knocks on it. Someone with a mask anwsers the door, you could see long hair but not the face. Tanjiro bows, "Hello miss, we're looking for Hotaru Haganezuka, is he home?" Tanjiro says with a small smile. "Oh! No he isn't, I believe he's at the hot spring. Oh and also, I'm Nanako Haganezuko, I'm his wife." The woman states, then bowing slightly. Tanjiro side eyes you and raises an eyebrow, to which you only shrug. He sighs then smiling at you. He looks at the woman,"Thank you ma'am. " He says. Nanako shuts the door. You turn to Tanjiro, "I have some things I need to do, its late so please be quick, if I were you I'd go ahead and give him the Mitarashi and tell him about your sword tomorrow." Tanjiro says, then turning around and leaving, after a few steps he turns back and waves, you then do the same.

You sigh then starting your way towards the hot spring. It had reached night already. You lightly groan. You finally reach the large building, you feel the heat from the building even though you're outside. You remember Tanjiro had told you these springs were known to heal people. You waling inside the building, it was made out of wood and long big sticks for fencing. After a bit of walking, you make it to the springs, there was steam everywhere and tons of water and rocks, there were lanterns that lit up the place, you could also see the night sky. "Wow..." You mutter, looking up. You then look around the room, holding the two mitarashi's in hand. "M-Mr Haganezuka! Are you here..?" You yell out. You then see someone come out from the water, still inside the pool though. Their back was turned to you, the person had long wet black hair, you could tell even just from looking at the person's back, they were very 'ripped'. You then saw a mas and clothes right outside of the 'pool' area he was at. "U-Uhm sir..?" You call out. The man turns his head, his dark brown eyes piercing straight at you, he furrows his bushy eyebrows. His eyes then turn to the mitarashi dangos in your hands and he gives you a toothy smile, turning around fully. "Who are you and what do you what?" He asks, sternly but still smiling. You take a deep breath, "Uhm...My name is Y/n L/n, You had made me a sword uh...well...its kinda funny actually-" You try talking, then sweating as you scratch your head and look away, nervously laughing while speaking just to get cut off. Hataro's smile fades and he furrows his eyebrows slightly, he starts walking towards you but still in the water. "Whats actually kinda funny?" Hataro says, cutting you off. Hataro then steps out of the water, your face turning a dark shade of red as he walks right over to you, snatching both of the mitarashi's from your hands. "U-Uh..." You say blinking, looking up at him in awe.

He wasn't bad looking, and you found him quite attractive with his long hair and very muscled body, but he was a middle-aged married man so you just shook the thoughts away. He looks into you eyes, his tall figure looming over you. His eyes were like mini swords poking your eyes, you couldn't help but look away from his gaze. He grunts, "You know making swords costs money right? You were right to buy me these but it just won't do-" "I-I can pay you, really its n-no problem-" You had cut him off to which he holds his snacks in one hand, using the other to grab your jaw, You whimper. "I don't need money." he growls. He bites off one of the rice dumplings from the stick, chewing it. You raise an eyebrow in confusion, then putting your hands around his wrist, trying to make him release his grip on you. "H-Hey! Let go of me!" You yell out, although it was slightly muffled. "You're very pretty you know that? Hm?" He says, talking even though he had food in his mouth. You'd think he would swallow it by now. You whimper, you feel your blood run cold, you thought he'd get super pissed but not like this. He lowers himself down, a more calm look on his face, "Say...mm... If I let you leave now, I'll make you another sword but...if you break it, I'll never make you a sword again, but if you stay here and let me do my way with you, I won't care if you break 100 of my swords!" He exclaims, chewed food being spat onto your face as he speaked, it wasn't intentional, but you found it gross. You gulp. You were new to being a demon slayer so you didn't know you could just have a different swordsmith if he doesn't want anything to do with you. "A-Aren't you married..?" You ask, your eyes were wide and you were frightened. He rolls his eyes, "Indeed I am, but..." He says then groaning, "She's old and we're not really close anymore..." He says. He was still chewing his food, you thought it was so weird.

You whimper, slowly looking down, accidentally your eyes find their way to hotaru's cock; which looked rock hard. You didn't look for too long but long enough to now exactly what he looks like. He was quite hairy not unkept or in a gross way though. You bite your lip, you can't deny you're slightly turned on by the man. He holds a cold expression in his face. "So..what'll it be?" He says, raising an eyebrow. You sigh, your face was a very dark shade of red. You close your eyes. "F-Fine..." You answer. You feel his grip on your jaw go away, you open your eyes, the man lowers himself to your level, then cupping your face, he moves his face closer to yours, you gulp. His lips reach yours, unexpectingly you feel him push the food from in his mouth into yours. Your eyes widen. "Mphhh!" You moan out. Your lips part, before you can spit it out he puts a finger over your mouth. "Swallow it." He says, that same cold look was in his eyes. If it were possible you'd blush even more, you quickly swallow the pre-chewed mitirashi dango. You could feel your panties starting to soak. You start breathing heavily, feeling yourself get hot. Hotaru takes another bite, stuffing his mouth with a mitarashi before dropping the sticks to the floor. He then starts unbuttoning your uniform, then removing the top and tossing it to the side. You look away from him and cover your chest up. Haganezuka looks at you hungrily, grabbing your wrists and moving them to get a better look. He backs up slightly, "Take it off..." He says. "Wh-What...?" You say. "The bra...no all of it, take off your pants.." He says, his voice very stern and serious. A small frown was present on your face, you unhook your bra, then taking it off before going to your pants. Haganezuka watches in excitement, starting to slowly stroke his cock. You unbutton your pants, pulling them down and tossing them to the side. You look down at the floor and fiddle with your hands, you were now only in your underwear. Haganezuka groans, walking closer to you. He grabs your underwear, ripping them off your body, in response you let out a small whimper, then covering your pussy. "I-I...I've never done anything like this before..." You say, just above a whisper. The man freezes, dropping your ripped underwear to the floor. "Wh-What? You're a virgin..?" He says, looking up at you, his eyes slightly widen. "Y-yea..." You respond, biting your lip. You were 20 but you were still a virgin which made you incredibly embarrassed. He smiles, "Oh..." was all he said. Haganezuka the picks your up, cradling you, "A-Ah!" You squeak. He looks down at you, giving you another toothy smile then turning around and walking towards the hot spring's water. You look down nervously.

He walks into the water, setting you down. "Look at me.." Haganezuka says. You oblige, looking up at him, you couldn't help the fact you were actually incredibly horny. He puts his hand in the water towards you, touching your inner thighs, squeezing and rubbing them before going higher. He rubs the outside of your pussy, then rubbing your labia. He smirks. "You really like this don't you?" He says, slipping a finger inside of you. You gasp. He slowly move his finger in and out, adding in another shortly after. "M-Mr. Haganezuka...P-please don't be rough with me.." You whisper, your breaths starting to get heavier by the second. The man only chuckles in response. He curls his fingers inside of you, working them in and out of your body. "A-Ah-!? You quietly moan out, then letting yourself fall onto Haganezuka's chest. He chuckles once more, pulling his fingers out of you. You look up at him, your eyes filled with lust. He looks back at you, a small smile on his face. You feel him grab your thighs, he pulls you up, then holding your ass so you didn't fall. You gasp, feeling his tip lightly touch your entrance. Your eyes widen. He lowers you down slowly. You bite your lips, your palms laying down on his chest. You feel him slowly filling your insides to the brim. Your eyes go half-lidded, you look up at him. "M-Mr..H-Hagnnn...." You try to say his name but you feel him start to slowly bounce you up and down on his cock, distracting you. He slowly gets faster and faster, your tits bouncing in sync with your sex being violated by Haganezuka's. You can feel yourself starting to get over stimulated. "H-Ha...H..." You try to say his name, failing miserably and turning into a moaning mess. You hold onto his shoulders. He was being too rough, he started going fast way to quickly considering he had just put it in. The water splashes around you both, causing very small waves. You pant, your eyes go to the back of your head. Already you could feel your walls tighten around him as he repeatingly hits your core. He continues shoving himself in and out of you, you feel yourself reach your climax. You Scream out in pleasure, your eyesight going blurry and you feel a wonderful sensation all over your body. You laid limp against him as he continued fucking you; having not reached his own climax. His thrusts start getting sloppier and sloppier by the second, You hear Haganezuka let out a loud grunt, then you feel a hot liquid fill inside of you. He pulls himself out, setting you in the water, the cum drips out of you and into the water. You couldn't stand, you were so tired. You take a hold of Haganezuka, hanging onto him as if there was a 800 foot drop below you. "You did know that you could've just found a different swordsmith right? Or am I just that good looking?" He boasts. "Wh-Wha-? What do you mean...?" You say, panting, a red tint still on your face. Haganezuka only lets out a laugh, then patting you on the head. "You did good, you should break your sword more often..." He flirts. "Hey...I said what do you mean! We didn't have to actually do all that...?" You say, a frown was present on your face. "You enjoyed it anyhow..." He says, lowering his eyes at you. You only blush in response. "How about I take you home..? Its dangerous at night." Haganezuka asks. "Mmm...Well, I don't really see why not...I mean the worst has already past so..." you think to yourself. "S-Sure.." You say. He smiles.

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Any Constructive criticism is appreciated. Please tell me what you think.

[violetduchess]

When you wear their clothes:

CW: Suggestive content

Characters: Gyomei, Shinobu, Giyuu, Sanemi, Uzui

Note: Unless stated otherwise all character are 18+.

Giyuu

You sit in your room, staring at the stack of folded clothes on your bed. They belong to none other than Giyuu Tomioka, the stoic and enigmatic Demon Slayer. Somehow, you find yourself in possession of his clothing, and a mischievous thought crosses your mind.

With a grin, you pick up the familiar blue and white haori and slip it on. The fabric falls around you, engulfing you in Giyuu's scent. It feels oddly comforting and familiar, like a warm embrace from a dear friend. The haori is slightly oversized, but it makes you feel closer to the reserved Demon Slayer, as if you've stepped into his world.

Next, you grab a pair of black hakama and struggle a bit to tie them properly. It takes a few attempts, but eventually, you manage to fasten the belt and adjust the length. As you look at yourself in the mirror, you can't help but notice how the attire transforms your appearance, lending you an air of quiet strength.

Feeling adventurous, you complete the look with a bamboo-patterned headband, carefully wrapping it around your forehead. The symbol of the Demon Slayer Corps rests against your skin, and you can't help but feel a surge of determination coursing through your veins.

As you walk around, you find the weight of Giyuu's clothing grounding you. It's as if you've borrowed a piece of his resolve, his unwavering dedication to protecting humanity from the demons. You feel connected to him in a way you never expected, gaining a deeper appreciation for the hardships he faces and the sacrifices he makes.

Walking into the training grounds, you notice the curious glances from your fellow Demon Slayers. Some are amused, others bewildered, but no one questions your choice of attire. Perhaps they understand the unspoken bond that exists within the Corps, the camaraderie forged through shared struggles.

In the distance, you spot Giyuu himself, his gaze meeting yours. There's a flicker of surprise, followed by a hint of a smile—a rare sight on his usually impassive face. You wonder if he recognizes the borrowed haori and hakama, if he understands the meaning behind your choice.

As you approach him, you notice a faint blush dusting his cheeks, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken connection between you. Without a word, he reaches out and adjusts the headband, aligning it perfectly. His touch is gentle yet firm, a reassurance that you're not alone in your battles.

Together, you stand side by side, wearing the clothing that symbolizes your shared purpose. In that moment, you realize that it's not just the physical attire that brings you closer—it's the spirit of perseverance, the unwavering determination to protect others, that binds you to Giyuu and the Demon Slayer Corps..

"I-if you really like my clothes that much, I don't mind you wearing them more often."

The blush on his face was adorable.

Uzui

You found yourself alone in Uzui's private quarters, curious about his fashion choices. As you browsed through his wardrobe, you couldn't help but admire the extravagant and unique outfits he owned. One particular ensemble caught your eye: a striking magenta kimono adorned with intricate golden embroidery and matching black pants that flared at the bottom. It was unlike anything you had ever worn before, but your curiosity got the best of you, and you decided to try it on.

Just as you were admiring your reflection in the mirror, the door to the room swung open, revealing none other than Uzui himself. His eyes widened in surprise as he took in the sight before him—you dressed in one of his signature flamboyant attire.

"Oh, hey there, (Y/N)! Didn't expect to find you in here," Tengen said, a mix of amusement and genuine surprise in his voice.

You blushed and felt slightly embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Uzui. I was just curious and couldn't resist trying on your clothes."

Tengen chuckled, looking you up and down with a smile. "No need to apologize. I gotta say, you look pretty good in my outfit. It suits you."

You shifted awkwardly, feeling a bit self-conscious. "Thanks, I guess. Your style is really unique, and I wanted to see what it felt like to wear something so bold."

"Ha! Well, you've got the confidence for it," Tengen said, admiring your courage to try something new. "Fashion is all about expressing yourself, and you're doing it fearlessly. I like that."

You relaxed a little, feeling more at ease with his response. "Thanks, Uzui. Your fashion choices are so bold, and I thought I'd give it a shot, even if it's just for fun."

Tengen nodded, walking closer to you. "Fashion should be fun and make you feel good about yourself. You're rocking that outfit, (Y/N). Own it!"

A small smile tugged at your lips as you felt a sense of acceptance from the Sound Hashira. "I appreciate that, Uzui. Your style is inspiring, and it's nice to know you're okay with me borrowing your clothes."

"Anytime, (Y/N). Fashion is meant to be shared and celebrated," Tengen replied with a grin. "Now, if you ever need any tips on pulling off these looks, you know where to find me."

You chuckled, feeling grateful for his openness and encouragement. "I'll keep that in mind. Thanks, Uzui."

Gyomei

You carefully step into Gyomei's spacious quarters, filled with an air of tranquility. Your eyes wander over the neatly stacked rocks and the serene atmosphere, feeling a sense of peace settling within you. As you look around, you notice Gyomei's kimono, adorned with intricate stone patterns, hanging neatly by the corner.

Curiosity getting the better of you, you walk over to the kimono, your fingers gently grazing the stone-like fabric. The touch sends a slight shiver down your spine, but it's oddly comforting. Without a second thought, you decide to try it on, carefully slipping the kimono over your shoulders and tying the obi around your waist.

Once you're fully dressed in Gyomei's kimono, you can't help but marvel at the way the stone patterns seem to come alive against your skin. You feel a surge of strength and resilience flowing through you, as if the essence of the Stone Hashira himself has enveloped you.

Just as you're getting lost in the moment, you hear footsteps approaching the door. Panic surges through you as you realize you didn't ask for permission to borrow Gyomei's kimono. The door slides open, revealing the towering figure of the man himself, Gyomei Himejima.

Though he can't see you, you know he senses your presence, and there's a flicker of surprise in his expression. "Y/N?" he says, his voice deep and calming.

"I-I'm here, Gyomei-san," you reply, taking a step forward. "I didn't mean to intrude or take your kimono without asking. It's just that… I felt drawn to it."

Gyomei nods, his serene demeanor remaining intact. "It's alright. You're welcome to wear it if it brings you comfort."

You bow your head in respect, feeling relieved that he's not upset. "Thank you, Gyomei-san. I apologize for not asking first."

"There's no need to apologize. I'm glad you appreciate the kimono," he replies kindly.

As you continue to wear the kimono, you find yourself feeling a deeper connection to Gyomei. His blindness doesn't hinder the profound impact he has on those around him, including you. His strength, kindness, and wisdom inspire you every day.

"You're more than welcome to borrow my clothing."

Sanemi

You always admired the strength and resilience of Sanemi Shinazugawa, the Wind Hashira. His powerful presence and unwavering determination were awe-inspiring. So, when you found yourself donning his clothing, you couldn't help but feel an inexplicable connection to him, as if you were cloaked in his essence.

It started innocently enough. You were at the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters, waiting for your laundry to be done, when Sanemi walked by, carrying a bundle of neatly folded clothes. He glanced at you, giving a slight nod of acknowledgment, before realizing that the bundle in his arms contained his own spare uniform.

"Sorry, my laundry's not done yet," he muttered gruffly, already walking away.

Without thinking, you blurted out, "It's okay. I can wear your spare clothes."

Sanemi halted in his tracks, surprised by your words. He turned back to you, his fierce gaze softened with a hint of curiosity. "Huh? Why would you want to wear my clothes?"

"Um, well…" You struggled to find the right words. "I guess I just thought it'd be cool to wear the Wind Hashira's clothing. Plus, it looks cozy."

To your surprise, Sanemi chuckled, a rare sight indeed. "You're an odd one," he said, but there was a faint smile on his lips. "But sure, go ahead."

From that moment on, you found yourself wearing Sanemi's spare uniform whenever the opportunity presented itself. It enveloped you with its comforting scent of nature and determination, making you feel closer to the Wind Hashira. You knew you were just an ordinary Demon Slayer, but somehow, wearing his clothing made you feel a tad more extraordinary.

One evening, after a particularly intense mission, you returned to the headquarters, exhausted and battered. As you peeled off the blood-stained uniform you wore, you noticed that your own clothes were still being washed. With a sigh, you glanced around for something to wear.

That's when you spotted it—Sanemi's spare uniform, neatly folded on a nearby chair. Without hesitating, you slipped into it, savoring the familiar feeling it gave you.

As you walked through the corridors, you couldn't help but notice how differently people reacted to you in Sanemi's clothes. Some glanced at you with surprise, others with curiosity, and a few with admiration. It was as if you had adopted a bit of the Wind Hashira's aura.

You were on your way to the infirmary to get your wounds treated when you bumped into none other than Sanemi himself. His eyes widened slightly as he saw you wearing his clothes again, but he quickly masked his surprise with his usual scowl.

"The hell are you doing wearing my clothes again?" he grumbled, but you could detect a hint of fondness in his voice.

"Sorry," you replied sheepishly. "I didn't have anything else clean to wear."

Sanemi sighed, his tough facade momentarily faltering. "Whatever. Just be careful out there, okay?"

You nodded, touched by his concern, and headed to the infirmary. As you lay on the bed, getting your wounds tended to, you couldn't help but smile to yourself. Wearing Sanemi's clothes had become more than just a quirky habit—it was a reminder that even amidst the darkness of the demon-infested world, there was a glimmer of strength and determination, embodied by the Wind Hashira himself.

Little did you know that Sanemi, from afar, was also smiling ever so slightly, glad that his spare uniform had found a purpose beyond just being forgotten in a corner. It seemed like, in wearing his clothes, you had unknowingly forged a special bond with the Wind Hashira, one that neither of you fully understood, but both cherished deeply.

Shinobu

You found yourself rummaging through the closets of the Butterfly Estate, searching for something to wear for a formal gathering. As a close friend of Shinobu Kocho, the Insect Hashira, she had insisted that you stay at her estate for the event. Her clothing collection was impeccable, filled with elegant and vibrant garments befitting her graceful persona.

In the midst of your search, you stumbled upon an exquisite kimono adorned with delicate butterfly patterns, a signature of Shinobu's style. It called to you like a whisper, and you couldn't resist trying it on. The silky fabric draped over your form, fitting you perfectly despite the height difference between you and the Hashira.

The soft scent of lilac enveloped you, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for Shinobu. Her poise, strength, and beauty were qualities you deeply admired. Wearing her clothing made you feel a connection to her, as if you were borrowing a piece of her grace and elegance.

As you stepped out of the closet, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. The crimson kimono with its butterfly motifs looked stunning against your skin, and you couldn't help but feel a flush of pride. Though you were far from being a Hashira, the garment made you feel a newfound sense of confidence.

Just as you were about to return the kimono to its place, the door creaked open, and there stood Shinobu, her eyes widening in surprise as she took in the sight before her.

"Ah, you found that kimono," she said, her voice a gentle melody. "It looks lovely on you."

You blushed, feeling slightly guilty for borrowing her clothing without permission. "I'm sorry, Shinobu. I didn't mean to intrude. I was just looking for something to wear for the gathering."

Shinobu smiled warmly, walking closer to you. "No need to apologize. You can wear it if you like. It suits you beautifully. Besides, it makes me happy to see you wearing something that reminds me of butterflies."

Your heart fluttered at her kind words, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of connection to her. "Thank you, Shinobu. I'm honored to wear something so precious to you."

She took your hand gently, her touch as delicate as a butterfly's wings. "You're a dear friend to me. I trust you with my clothes and my heart."

Throughout the evening, you received compliments on the elegant kimono, and you proudly mentioned it was a gift from none other than the Insect Hashira herself. Shinobu's presence at the gathering added a touch of grace and elegance to the event, and you found yourself standing by her side with newfound confidence.

In the moonlit night, as the gathering came to an end, Shinobu and you walked back to her estate. Under the soft glow of fireflies, you felt a bond between the two of you strengthen. Wearing her clothing had brought you closer, and you realized that your admiration for Shinobu had bloomed like a crimson butterfly, graceful and awe-inspiring.

As the kimono was returned to its rightful place, you couldn't help but feel a profound sense of gratitude for Shinobu's presence in your life. From that moment on, whenever you saw a butterfly flutter by, you knew that you carried a piece of the Insect Hashira's essence within you, blooming in crimson grace.

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[jooeyoo]

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”  

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.

__

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.

[strwbiris]

FIRST ENCOUNTER WITH THEM

i. your first encounter with these characters.

ii. ( female reader ) | not proofread

iii. characters: kamado tanjiro, agatsuma zenitsu, hashibira inosuke, tomioka giyuu, tokitō muichiro, kanroji mitsuri, rengoku kyojuro.

Tanjiro Kamado:

You first met him during his recovery training at the Butterfly Mansion. Because you lack incredible swordsmanship and your physique is delicate and feeble, you were an aspiring medic in the Demon Slayer Corps.

You don't want to be worthless, so you started working on learning how to handle medications, make antidotes for various types of poison, and deal with patients. He was training beside the two strange-looking boys.

You warmed up to him right away since he is an empathetic and charming person. He'd periodically question you about various medications you're researching, which made your heartbeat race because most demon slayers have little interest in those things, thus it's odd for a demon slayer to be curious about those.

He would also pay you a visit after training and maybe if he was badly wounded.

Zenitsu Agatsuma:

You were dispatched on a mission to the Tsuzumi house since it is in the territory of a demon. You entered the mansion and heard a male's cries as soon as you walked inside.

Because you have extraordinary hearing, you instantly followed the sound of the man's cries. You were concerned because he may be tortured. As you hurried along the dimly lit corridor, you came across the weeping man, and unexpectedly, he wasn't being tortured or anything.

There was also a little boy beside him that was sort of acting like emotional support, but it's evident in his eyes that he was also worried since they might encounter a demon, and annoyed, well, that's quite self-explanatory.

The young child was happy to see someone who wasn't wimpy and a whiner when you approached both of them. Zenitsu clutched your haori and began crying with happiness as he encountered a very attractive female and realized that you were a powerful person who could defend him. Even while you find it bothersome because he panics at even the slightest noises in the mansion, it's better than wandering around the area by yourself.

Inosuke Hashibira:

Your first encounter with him was during your visit to the Butterfly Mansion. You're the [ breathing technique ] Hashira and are also one of the youngest ones. ( You're below 17. )

Since you requested Shinobu to make remedies for a variety of toxic substances, you took the decision to go see her. Fortunately, thanks to her excellent knowledge in toxins and medications, she was able to make the antidotes in a matter of days.

A boy wearing a boar mask continued yelling and asking to combat with you while you were there, but you constantly politely declined. While you were being complimented on your power and the yellow-haired boy continued blushing, which you simultaneously found odd and endearing. In contrast to the other two, Tanjiro is the sole boy who is acting quite calmly.

You had heard that they were embarking on a mission with the Flame Hashira, Rengoku Kyojuro, before you left. You approached Inosuke, leaned in, and whispered something to him before departing.

"If you survive, I'll spar with you."

Giyuu Tomioka:

One of the demons Lady Tamayo turned is you. You constantly navigate the city, collecting information pertaining to Muzan Kibutsuji, the King of Demons, because you are able to mask your demon-like physical characteristics. It had been requested of you by Lady Tamayo.

You ended up in a city alleyway that smells like liquor and is filthy. You also didn't anticipate bumping into the Water Hashira, and it wasn't fun. Despite the fact that you have humanoid features, he can tell you are a demon. Even though you had a formidable Blood Demon Art, you barely managed to survive his attempts to murder you with his breathing tactics and also because of your lack of experience with using your ability and strength.

You stated to him that you're working under Lady Tamayo and Yushiro's instructions and searching for bits of knowledge regarding the King of Demons. You responded to his questions regarding Lady Tamayo and Yushiro by telling him that you are the three demons working for Kagaya Ubayashiki for the purpose of getting rid of Muzan.

He's unsure whether or not to trust you, but he's kind of persuaded by the fact that you can casually mention Muzan's name without triggering on the curse. However, he continues to be very cautious of the three of you.

Muichiro Tokito:

You are just a year older than Muichiro and the second-youngest Hashira in the Demon Slayer Corps. He first comes across you at a Hashira assembly. Given that you both are silent, you two have never spoken to one another.

Your closest friend in the corps, The Love Hashira, tended to make jokes of you and the boy because she thought you two would make an adorable pairing. But you simply brush it aside, reasoning that if demons are present, there is no time for love.

Interestingly, the two of you were partnered up for a mission in a village in the Northeast where it's rumored that a female demon only eats males upon nightfall. The air was uncommonly quiet as you made your way to the village, and nobody dared to speak. You wanted to strike up a discussion with the boy, but you feel that you will just be disregarded.

The demon then abruptly materialized in front of the two of you. When the female demon realized that the two people who had arrived were female demon slayers, she looked on with resentment. When Muichirou learned the demon thought he was a woman, his visage somewhat darkened.

The demon began rambling about how she wouldn't taste female humans' blood because it tastes terrible etc., but her tedious speech was interrupted by the sound of a slash. The girl's head was quickly separated from her body by Muichirou, and as her body slowly withered away, the female demon began to shriek.

"I'm a boy, by the way, you annoying demon."

You were astounded by his lightning-fast pace, but that's to be anticipated from a slayer who evolved into a pillar in just two months. After that, you offered him an invitation to lunch, which you fully expected him to reject, but to your surprise, he accepted. Despite how silent you both were, you had an amazing experience with him in a ramen shop, and you still feel the urge to strike up a conversation. But regrettably, the two of you barely talked during your stay in the ramen shop.

Rengoku Kyojuro:

You currently hold the rank of Mizunoe in the Demon Slayer Corps. Together with the Kamaboko trio, you have vanquished demons ever since you initially encountered them on Mount Natagumo. Even though you weren't an adept fighter, you supported them in defeating the sinister-looking spider demons.

You and Inosuke have defeated the gigantic spider demon now, you are recuperating in the Butterfly Mansion after suffering a grievous damage in the process. Fortunately, the Water pillar rescued both of you.

It's been two weeks and you're partaking in the rehabilitation training along with the trio and strengthening your swordsmanship as well as your physical abilities. Tanjiro also talked about the special breathing technique that he can use  his father used to dance to, the Hinokami Kagura.

The leader of the corps, Kagaya Ubayashiki, suggested visiting the Flame Pillar 'cause there's a possibility that he might know something, though the Flame Pillar is currently on a mission.

The four of you were about to get ready to join the pillar in his mission, but suddenly someone barged into the mansion and surprisingly, it was the Flame pillar himself!

"Sir Rengoku?! Why are you here?!" Tanjiro asked the tall and huge man in front of them, while the three were clueless about the person in front of them.

"Well, my mission is accomplished! The Mugen train is permanently banned from operating again as it causes people commotion and they also cause a rally to stop it from operating again as it's a human-eating train," Rengoku explained with enthusiasm in this voice and his words were followed by a laugh.

They all introduced themselves excluding Tanjiro and they found out that it was the Flame pillar. Inosuke wanted to fight him, Zenitsu admires him because of his looks and muscles, while Y/N just finds the man interesting and a giant ball of sun.

For a few days, Rengoku stayed there as he was requested by Ubayashiki to train the four of you. You felt close to him during the training with how optimistic and kind he is. He also taught you how to prevent the wound from bleeding out and helped you to use the Total Concentration Breathing even if you're not fighting.

Mitsuri Kanroji:

You were the owner of a ramen shop in Tokyo. Though you've always closed your shop before striking midnight because you heard that demonic creatures are lurking around, especially at night. Then during your shift, a peculiar-looking woman entered your shop. She has pink hair that fades into light green at the halfway point that is tied into three thick braids.

She seems to be wearing a uniform, but the skirt is too short and her top is unbuttoned, revealing a bit of her cleavage. You felt yourself blushing because of how gorgeous she looked. Mitsuri approached you with a smile placed upon her lips.

She ordered 20 tempura and 5 Tonktosu ramen which perplexed you on how huge the orders are. But you didn't question further since it can be offending. After Mitsuri's orders had been received, she began digging and finished the food in no time. You were shocked to see how much food she ate but also admires it.

Mitsuri got embarrassed because she realized that you noticed that she ate too much. You reassured her that you don't mind at all and told her that you were impressed by how she can eat that ton of food. And since that day, the two of you became very close friends. She would always visit you after her mission because she couldn't resist how good your foods are.

Where are the other pillars?

- Not planning to write for them 'cause their character is too complex or I just feel lazy lol.

Why is it Sir Rengoku? Not Rengoku-san/kun?

- I don't do Japanese honorifics especially since this is an English chapter. Honestly, Sir is quite a cringe, but I'll bare with it. It also feels weird if it's just Rengoku.

[janoschthecat]

Demon Slayer headcanons | their s/o loves cats

Info:

This is gender neutral, everyone can read this

I love cats so much, their the best pets

Characters: Rengoku, Giyuu, Inosuke, Mitsuri

Rengoku:

he loves all animals

Rengoku accidentally scares a lot of cats away, because of his loud voice

it makes him kinda sad

you have to tell him to be quiet all the time when you see a cat

he now is used to you making a quick “shhhhhhhhh” sound and running off into a random direction because you saw a cat

you‘re amusing to him

the first time you took some of the food from the dinner table and put it outside he was really confused

after all, he wanted to eat that 🥲

”Little Flame, what are you doing?”

you explained to him that you wanted to attract cats to come near you’re place

Rengoku doesn’t understand, but it doesn’t bother him

He doesn’t have anything against your obsession with the fluffy fur balls, but that you take some of his food is just confusing him.

Giyuu:

definitely a cat person

he once saw you stare at a few baby kittens for 3 hours

it kinda disturbs him

cats love him

Giyuu thinks you’re really cute, when you play with cats on the street

he reminds you of a cat

you once brought a black cat with ozean blue eyes back home, just to show him that the cat looks like him

you named the cat “Giyu”

”Giyuu! Look! Giyu came back. Can you please bring me some fish?”

he goes and brings you some fish, just like you said

”Did you really have to name him that way, it’s weird…”

Giyuu sometimes gets jealous of all the cats, then you have to cuddle with him and let your fingers run through his soft hair

Giyuu just finds you adorable, he loves everything about you. Just the name of the black cat…

Inosuke:

100% sure he tried to fight a cat before

he lost, the cat was too smart

Inosuke finds you weird

“Why are you protecting that little demon there!?”

thinks cats are demons

he’s kinda right, kittens are demons

”What are you saying!? That’s no demon, it’s a cat, a really cute cat to be accurate!”

Inosuke thinks you’re crazy for enjoying the company of cats

he doesn’t like cats at first

you once took his hand and guided it so that his hand would pet the cat, he was immediately amazed by the fluffy and warm fur

maybe cats aren’t that bad

Bringing a cat near him will either end in a fight or a cuddle session.

Mitsuri:

you two are made for each other

she loves cats just as much as you do

”Look over there s/o! That is such a cute cat!”

the two of you sometimes spend an entire evening together petting cats

You adopted a white cat with a black heart mark on it’s chest, because you thought it would be a nice surprise for Mitsuri

she’s looks like the happiest person in the world when you showed her the cat, Mitsuris eyes practically sparked

She loves it that you two have the same mindset, but she would love you no matter what.

That’s it, my first post. I hope you like it. Sorry for getting a bit lazy with Mitsuris part! 💕

[are-you-still-writing-that]

Yandere!Kanae Kocho x Demon!Reader Scenario

Request: Hi, do you think you could maybe please write the yandere alphabet for Kanae Kocho from demon slayer with a female demon reader?.. I'm really interested in what lengths she would go to protect her beloved one. Like, would she try to suppress her s/o's demonic nature or would she even support it? Would she be ready to kill other demon slayer corps members to keep her loved one safe? I'm often daydreaming about this and would love to hear your opinion. ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝

Hey there! This is not an Alphabet, but I wrote down a few headcanons. I just thought that this format would fit better, than the rather rigid form of the alphabet. Especially, because you asked some questions as well, and I really wanted to focus on these.

So let´s go!

I think the most important thing is making one thing clear: Were you a demon before she met you or did you get turned into one at a later point?

This can make or break the relationship between the two of you! So it´s important to know that before!

Let´s go down the route first, where you already are a demon before meeting her

To make things short: You die!

It doesn´t matter if you can hide your demonic nature from her and then the two of you get together or if she knows from the very first moment upon meeting you, because you told her or she figured it out herself. It doesn´t matter.

You will die!

If she knows from the beginning, she will see it as a mercy to you. No matter how kind you are, maybe especially because of your otherwise gentle nature. She hopes, that if you get reborn, you will have the chance for a better life. Without all this pain, these demon instincts brought you.

She ignores the spark, she felt in her chest. She ignores the grief, that suddenly presses down upon her without any discernable reason. It´s better this way. She knows that. There is no doubt in her heart, that this could have gone any other way.

But for a moment she wonders, who you would have been to each other in a different life. Your body turns to ash, and she stops wondering. She doesn´t have the time for this. No matter what this strange feeling in her chest is. She needs to move on.

Still, your face, your smile, your eyes, never leave her mind. She takes comfort in it.

If you manage to hide your status as a Demon from her, things will go a bit different...

She will rage. Her calm mask will crack, as she looks at you with tears in her eyes. „How could you?!“ You don´t think you have ever seen her this emotional. It´s scary.

She wastes no second in her vicious attempt to separate your head from your body. She is full of rage, full of grief. She will fight far more viciously, than you thought her capable.

Can you kill her? No? Well, then. That was it for you. She feels betrayed, and this betrayal is your death sentence.

She watches, as your body crumbled to dust at her feet.

And then: Regret!

She could have done things differently, no? Ah, it doesn´t matter now. She will go on to fight more viciously against every demon she meets. No matter their rang or power or if she is even suited for a fight like this. It seems almost like she wants to follow you...

Even though you betrayed her trust like this, she can´t help but still love you with all her heart.

So! That was that! Pretty depressive, no? But there still is another possibility.

You get turned into a demon, after you already had been together.

This time, it doesn´t matter, if she had known you for a few years, months, days or even hours. She reacts different than before.

Now there are two options again: She sees it happen or you tell her (or don´t, but she´ll know regardless)

Let´s start with the second one, mkay!

When you meet her again, you are unsure if you even should do that. No matter, what you had decided, if you had gathered the conviction to be brave enough to tell her, the words get stuck in your throat when she looks at you.

You can see how sad, she suddenly became, and you flinch back, when she storms towards you. She stops again. Her nose nearly touching yours, as she studies your face. From the corner of your eye, you see her arm rise, and close your eyes in return. Already tensing up in the anticipation of the following pain.

Nothing happens.

She simply touches your cheek. Gently caressing it. „We will figure something out. Don´t worry about it. You came to the right person for help!“ You open your eyes again, shocked at the burning admiration in her own. She pulls you close, and you can´t help but cry at this.

Cute, huh?

Kanae will try her best to help you. Shinobu, her master, was a genius when it came to poison and healing. Kanae will figure something out for you. Because of Tanjiro and Nezuko, she knows that you don´t need to eat any human meat. Yes, you will sleep a lot, but she will watch over you. For as long as you need her to. And even then she will continue.

When she brings you back to the butterfly mansion, she knows that she will face some resistance from Shinobu, but she is sure, that she will able to convince her teacher to let you stay.

A whimpered „Please...“ paired with desire. Her eyes truly alive for once. It´s enough for Shinobu to give in. You will survive, and she will defend you for as long as you live. She won´t kill anyone over you, but she knows where to get the support she needs to keep you alive.

And no matter the cost, she is willing to pay the price.

She will help you, because she couldn´t help you before. She will be there for you, because she couldn´t even be there for you, when you needed her the most.

And she knows it. You both do.

But there was something else I proposed, wasn´t there?

It was supposed to be a nice end to a wonderful evening. Her deadpan nature had brought you to laughter far more often than you could keep count. The food was delicious. And the company? Well, the company certainly found each other more than acceptable.

You walked close to each other. Your hands brushing, but never clasping. Conversation flowed between the two of you, though you talked, well rambled, while she answered every once in a while.

Though, with the late hour, there was a comfortable silence between you now. It was peaceful, and you leaned further into her.

Such a beautiful night it was. Almost like a dream you had.

Sadly, it would soon turn into a nightmare.

It all happened so fast.

You were thrown back.

You hear her screaming. So loud. She never was that loud. It worried you. You tried to lift you head to look for her. Your body was numb. There was so much pain.

Something – Water? – was dripped onto your lips. There was desperation in her voice now. You swallowed.

It burned. Your veins, your whole body, even your mind – It burned! Then everything went black. The last thing you heard was Kanae screaming your name.

When you woke the next time, you were laying on the floor.

Someone was patting your cheek. „C´mon! Please wake up!“

When you finally opened your eyes, everything seemed to be blurry at the beginning. Still, you could recognize the figure kneeling over you.

Her pink butterfly clip was broken. The wings seemed to be missing, and her hair was a mess. You don´t know, why you noticed this first. Her wings were gone! That was the only thing you could think of.

She was still prattling on. At this point, it seemed like she had said more, than the entire rest of the night combined.

You tried to sit up with a groan, but were quickly pushed down again. „No! Don´t! Stay down! Don´t know what is wrong yet. Sorry.“ Her hands pushed you back down, insistent, and your head rested on a soft fabric. When you looked her over, it was probably her white coat, that she had bundled up under your head.

You don´t why you noticed the dirt on her clothes, the tear in the fabrics before the rest. Maybe because she was always so put together in front of you? It seemed like she was about to fall apart, with nothing stopping the decline.

Her gentle hands caressed your face, even as you suddenly winced. Your mouth was hurting, your teeth ached! The light suddenly seemed too bright. Everything was just too much! There was a smell in the air. Delicious. Your teeth ache! Her face – You surge forward – was bloody. You bite.

She doesn´t even try to stop you, instead pulling you closer to her chest, as she gently pats your head. When you realize that you´re trying to bite through the shoulder of your date, you start to cry. She simply shushes you. Not letting you explain yourself, when you finally unclamp your teeth.

Your legs are shaky, when you try to stand, but you don´t have to waver for long, before Kanae is already by your side. She still smells delicious, and you hate yourself for even thinking it.

Awkwardly, the two of you shuffle along. Kanae nearly half-carrying you. You know she would try to carry your whole weight, but with her injuries, she can´t.

A slash across her face, one pupil more dilated than the other, her ankle twisted. A piece of flesh missing from her shoulder. She seems to have more bruised skin than not.

In comparison to her, you got away with a few scraps. Still a bit dizzy, and the lights are too bright. Other than that you feel fine. Weak. Fragile. But fine.

You almost feel bad about having her support you, but she glares at you – more emotion in her eyes than you used to – whenever you try to say something about it. You let her do it. It feels nice to have her so close to you. A comfort you desperately need.

She leads the way and you follow. You don´t know where you are going but you don´t mind. You had seen the sword at her side. Recognized her uniform. But you didn´t mind. She had always been so good to you. It wouldn´t hurt, if she did it. And she would. The blood in your mouth told you what happened, what you became. You wouldn´t mind if it was her, that brought an end to you.

So you followed her.

You follow the dirt trodden path, till you are stopped. A young man, plain but bright-eyed, sword at his side, and the same black uniform, that Kanae wears under her cloth, comes the other way, stopping in your path. He opens his mouth to say something, pointing at you, and in that moment you know, that he knows it too.

Then you are sitting on the ground.

You don´t quite understand what happened, but Kanae isn´t next to you any more. You search for her, looking around, as you try to get up from the ground. Your legs still feel weak.

But then you see her.

You vomit.

The headless body of the man drops unceremoniously to the ground.

Kanae is standing next to him. Sword drawn. Panting. She looks blank. But then she moves. Her eyebrow furrows, as if not quite understanding what happened yet. You hear her whisper a „Okay“ under her breath, as she slowly nods. Seemingly coming to a conclusion.

You still star in shock at the body of the young man, as Kanae whirls back around. Hurrying over to you, slightly limping – her ankle must hurt, you worry about it again – she stumbles, catching herself, she reaches out to you. She nearly pulls you completely from the ground by your arm, as she hurries to adjust your position, leaning on to her.

„Hurry! The sun.“ She doesn´t say more than that. She doesn´t need to. You slowly start to understand, what is going on.

When you pass the body, you start to salivate. It disgusts you, and you furiously wipe the spit away from your mouth. She looks at you, and before you can react, she slashes the torso open. Leaning down, she rummages around, pulling out the heart and some other organs, and simply pockets them.

„C´mon. We can´t waste any more time“ and with that she is back to focusing on dragging you along, to where ever she considers safe. You shuffle away. Her pockets dripping with blood and you yearning for it.

What strange companions love and guilt made you.

[that-one-weird-simp]

Gargoyle Au Demons

Hashiras

Muzan:

has curled ram horns wings work like a beetles, no joints on the wings except for the base. *like in the picture tail is based off his spiky tentacles mouths and teeth along his tail the red on his legs is scaly and hard. (forgot his arms but there the same on his arms.) height is 6'0 dick size: 9 inches, thicker at base but thins out at the tip rounds: around 5 possessive and very aggressive. will make sure you have his scent all over him so no one can clam you. his mating dance: crouches as he spreads his wings and rattles them while purring, if your a gargoyle you would do the same and flea bite his neck. as a human you would just nod you do something to show approval. wing span: 20 ft and 8 inches Kokushibo: Horns go straight up but curl back near the top purple scales along his tail, wings, arms and legs a crescent moon on the tip of his tail wings are like a bats but are scaly with black outside and purple on the under side wings span: 30ft and 10 in height: 7'4 dick size: 10 inches thin near to the tip but thick at the base passive unless provoked and possessive leaves marks and his scent all over you is clingy and will wrap his wings around you in a protective embrace mating dance: goes on all fours (they can switch from Bipedal to Quadrupedal) spread his wings but the wrist joints on his wings will tilt down, wave his tail from side to side while purring. gargoyle: copies the dance and press you forehead on his human: shows some sign of approval

Douma: straight horns that curl a little wings:

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riggied like ice on the ends but soft and silky fur for the rest of it.

gold fur along his tail, arms and legs his tail has golden feathers with the blood stain on the tip (pretty much the pattern you see on doumas head) the tail feathers are 9 feet wide and 10 feet tall. playful and passive unless provoked, will bite marks all over your body and rub his scent all over you height: 7'2 wingspan: 28 ft and 12 inches dick size: 9 inches, medium thickness from base to tip mating dance: will flap his wings and tail feathers while making playful noises and gives you small gifts (like really unique leaves, rocks, ETC) gargoyle: joins and gives him a small kiss on the cheek human: gives kiss on the cheek Akaza: double bat wings pattern scales along his arms, tail and legs traditional gargoyle horns. a snowflake at the end of his tail height: 6'8 wing span: about the same as kokushibo aggressive and very protective and makes sure he marks your body dick size: same as doumas just a little thinner dick size: 8 inches mating dance: switch to Quadrupedal and flaps his wings and tail while making soft low frequency noises gargoyle: copies dance but makes a high pitch gurgling human: shows approval

hantengu clones: all have feathered wings with there color scheme on the tip of the feathers. ex: sekido has red tipped feathers urogi is gonna look different, instead of the bird like legs its furry gargoyle legs. all have black fur along there tails and limbs all have the same wing span and dick size. wingspan: same as kokushibo and akaza dick size: about the size of douma bit thins out near the tip they have big feathers on there tails with there colors on the tips. horns stay the same sekido: aggressive and possessive urogi and karaku are like douma Aizetsu (my baby boi) is passive unless provoked all will mark you with there scent (can't have them all at once if you have more then one mate then they will fight over you) mating dance(s): urogi and karaku gargoyle and human: very confused and a little scared at first but will approve Aizetsu: will got to quad and stomp his arms on the ground instead of his feet gargoyle: will copy and flea bite his colar bone human: laugh a little and shows approval sekido that but he is swinging his tail instead gorgoyle: copies and rubs head against his like a cats human: pats his head

Rui: no nsfw for him cause he's a child wings are spider like and walks like a wyvern when he is in Quad position and uses them to climb white silky fur along his tail and limbs. the tip oh his tail mimics a spiders His tail basically wing span: 20 ft has the circle marks all over his body (you know that marks that are on his face) height is: 5'5

Enmu horns are curved inward at the base then curved out at the top mixture of black fur and scales along his tail and limbs. wings are bat like, black with blue along the edges blue eyes with the dream kanji litter his tail with a massive claw at the end of it. very possessive and aggressive has a double set of jaws wing span is the same as rui's just a foot larger. dick size: 9 inches thins out at the tip and medium thickness at the base height: just a couple inches shorter then muzan mating dance: This but purrs and goes on all fours with his wrist joints pointing down and tail slowly swaying from side to side

Gyutaro and daki No nsfw for daki cause she is also a child daki has big feathered wings while gyutaros wings are bat like both horns are traditional gargoyle horns gyutaro has scales along his tail and limbs he has a double sided sycles at the tip of his tail daki has silky white fur that fades to a green along her limbs and tails. daki has multiple tails (like five atleast) all are flate and really strong she can wrap them around you with ease gyutaros dick size: same as muzans both there wing span are the same size as kokushibos daki has some cloth wrapped around her breast gyutaros mating dance: will go on all fours with his wings spread and wag his tail as his front with jump from left to right like a playful dog and make playful noises gargoyle: copies and will hug human: starts to scratch his head in aprroval

Extras

they have knots ears are pointed like an elves they make a nest on there stone perch they have inside the midevil mansion you live in somewhere in Europe. there characters were cursed for when they died they become these stone European monsters. (literally anyone that was involved with the war against demons and humans.) there diet is fish (salt, fresh water, or brackish) giant birds, meal worms, blood worms and earth worms. I didn't add gyokko or kigaku you can just use your imagination for what they look like lol. i will do the hasiras next yes they all have powers but they spit liquide plasma all have a different effect Enmu: his plasma is a mixture of blues and purples and will send the opponent to sleep kokushibo: his plasma is as white as the moon and will melt the opponent douma: his is an icy blue that will freeze the opponent for an extended periode of time muzan and gyutaro: there plasma is blood red and very acidic and will melt the opponent daki: she has no plasma but uses her tails for combat sekido: the color of his lightnings he summons in the show, it will electrify the opponent and fry there nerves aizetsu: his plasma is a light blue and makes the opponent go into a deep depression for an extended period of time urogi: pretty much kept his sonic wave scream karaku: his plasma is a light green and is very acidic and can use his massive feathered tail to blow away his opponent like i said, kigaku and gyokko are up to you lol

Let me know if i missed anyone please!

[valekita]

Muichiro x reader

warning: fight.

Traning with Muichiro

You're his Tsuguko, you don't even know how you managed to become one.

The workouts are always exhausting and hard, but you don't complain about it, little by little you are gaining his respect so I decided to just endure.

You were doing the 500 lunges he told you to do while he was out at a hashira meeting, your sword was swinging up and down cutting the air in half, your hair was moving erratically but gracefully.

"you're slow as usual"

you heard a voice and you whipped around to see him standing on the engawa

"Didn't you go to a hashira meeting?"

"Yes, but we're already finished, and Ubayashiki-sama said that the quality of swordsmen is decreasing, so-"

he took the wooden katana and pointed it at you

"-let me see if you're one of those"

you were shocked and didn't know what to do, a fight against a hashira?! you would never have succeeded!! but at the same time you couldn't refuse, and the hashira's handsome appearance was clearly inviting you to accept the offer.

You pointed the wooden katana at him, accepting the offer.

You could swear you saw him smile for a thousandth of a second and then turn serious again without warning.

You had him in front of you ready to strike, no matter what, but you managed to raise your katana to block the shot, but he moved so quickly that your eyes couldn't focus on his movements, he continued to counter your attacks and hit your katana over and over again that the wood of the katana seemed to be ruined and distorted, you don't know how long it went on like this, and it seemed strange that he only attacked like this and his attacks were becoming predictable, I made the mistake of let your guard down and come up behind you, I only had time to turn around and his head was an inch from yours, still moving and...

BAM

you hit each other's heads.

you fell to the ground, while he only moved a little

"ouch, are you okay?"

he asked as he saw you put your hand on your forehead

"yes yes, just a blow"

you said he entered the estate and came back out holding a towel wet with cold water and placing it on your forehead, since you didn't want him to hold the towel for you you brought your hand over it.

But you ended up touching his hand, so you quickly withdrew it with a red face.

"now hold this on your forehead for a while so it doesn't swell"

you brought your hand back to the towel and remained silent, you were holding the towel lightly not with much force, then you felt a hand rest on yours and push the towel closer to your skin

"hold it better, or it will fall"

strangely she was very attentive, usually she didn't even spare you a glance.

"Everything OK?"

churches

"Yes..."

"Excuse me"

"about what?" you asked confused

“I didn't expect you to turn around at that moment, and I hit you.”

"ah, don't worry"

"you've gotten a little faster since the last time"

it was the first time he put aside his pride to praise you.

You smiled and were about to say thank you, but something literally took away your oxygen, a weight on your lips, a soft weight, his lips!

you were stunned you didn't know how to react but you kissed him back.

but he walked away almost immediately saying "if you still manage to amaze me I'll give you another one"

[innocent-cat]

Can u do a rengoku x reader pretty please pookie 😢

this has been in the oven for WEEEEKSSSS LMFAOOOOO Finally getting to it because I want to write more. Rengoku x Reader Warnings - injury, but no description

"Candles share a flickering flame.", Rengoku x Reader

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You slowly stumble over your steps, grunting as your feet hit the ground over and over. You keep your eyes open, mumbling things to yourself as you slowly feel yourself lose consciousness. You wouldn't let yourself. Not when you're already so close to the butterfly mansion. You knew they didn't search the outskirts of it, so if you wanted to live, you'd have to continue stumbling. Your feet dragged painfully against the rock filled dirt path, and you felt painful jolts in your back as you walked and remembered certain battle wounds during your journey.

"Hashira! Lady Shinobu, they're alive!"

The sound of tiny foot steps likely from the triplets was etched into your ears, as they sound of sand scratched against their small shoes.

"Liege! You're on the verge of death! Please, come this way.."

Small hands wrapped your body, and tugged you in one direction. You silently prayed and hoped that you weren't hallucinating, and you had finally reached the mansion.

You had shut your eyes, thanking the daylight cycle for being easy on your eyes. The sky swirled above you in darkness, a relaxing tone that would put ease to someone not dying.

You're guided to a bed behind your thoughts, and you feel a hand holding your's as your wounds are treated. It was warm, soft, calloused on the edges. It was something that told you 'I'm here.'

You begin to fall asleep, relaxing to the gentle and assuring feeling of stinging alcohol and constricting bandages provided by your caretaker. Before you fade to your sleep, you hear two voices discussing something above your head. "Will they be alright?"

The first voice wavers, and sounds scared. Not for himself, but for you. As if a crash of realization that you might be in danger made them feel like they were in that situation themself.

"It looks like it will be a slow recovery. They took on multiple staggering wounds, its a miracle they even had a sense of direction to the butterfly mansion."

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When you wake up, you keep your eyes shut. You try to go back to sleep and fail.

You hear crashing by the door of your room, and you shoot up, much to the shock of the person who was sitting next to you.

"Up and moving so quickly already?" A honey voice spoke to you, and you suddenly felt the soreness from moving quickly. You groaned and fell back to your bed.

"Not now that you mention it.." You take a deep breath and heave a deep sigh, mentally analyzing your wounds.

You rub your hands softly, and un-blur your vision, peering up to Rengoku.

"Did you stay here the entire time? I remember you being here when I was being treated.." You tiredly mumble to him, your voice straining.

"I did! My priority will always be my allies." His voice ands words etched into your brain, patiently waiting for any further explanation to his words.

When no explanation came, there was a soft moment of silence. You could feel Rengoku's eyes faintly hovering your face. You could feel that he was tense, but he refused to say anything about it.

You unfold your hand, and reach for his. He holds your's in his own for a moment, and his muscles slack.

"Liege. How did the mission go? I am sure you managed to do something to leave even the heavens itself in awe." His words seemed to bubble over and spill out to you, and your head turned to face him.

"There were demons attacking the village women.. five total. They were pretty strong, but nothing like a moon. It was the amount of them and they way they worked together that stunned me."

Rengoku's face contorted curiously.

"Please! Tell me more." He politely followed up your story.

"It was weird.. you know that.. yellow haired demon slayer who recently joined? He's adventuring with Tanjiro and the pig.. he would have cried if he saw. He's scared of spiders, yeah? Well, they were wrapping all the girls up to eat them later.. I'd hate to be in the cocoons. They were slimy. Like an egg."

Rengoku nodded his head with a smile, listening to you speak of your mission, his thumb softly rubbing your hand.

The two of you stare into each other's eyes. His vast and passionate iris perfectly his optimist personality.

You slowly sit up, supporting yourself as you did. You feel his hand slip behind your back, carefully avoiding your stab wounds and applying pressure to the spaces where it wouldn't cause you pain, he sat you up to face him.

The position the two of you were in currently could be easily mistaken for one of a romantic couple about to confess to each other for the fifth time. His left arm wrapped around your torso, and his right hand held your own. He was slightly leaned in, and you could feel his soft breathing tickle the air.

Your face burns a soft hue of pink, and you feel your own ears heat up as you attempt to lean back from him, but are caught in a web of his arms. Instead, you stand up, and he wraps both arms around you. They softly snake around your torso yet again and secure you.

You softly cup his cheek with your hand, and his mouth weakly falls open. He attempts to say something, but no words leave his mouth.

You teeter on your feet, standing on your tippy toes, your lips slowly connect with his. You run your fingers through his hair. You can no longer tell if it's the pain-meds that were provided to you talking, but it felt right.

it felt good.

You pull away, and stand flat again. You peer up at him, and rest your hand.

"I..." Rengoku begins to speak, but he stops. The two of you softly laugh against each other and pull in for a hug. The hug was as warm as he was, or maybe you were just really cold.

its really fking cold in the butterfly mansion..

"I know, Rengoku. Me too."

[st4rgirlwrites]

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Aemond Taragaryen ♛ HOTD Aegon Taragaryen ♛ HOTD Daemon Taragaryen ♛ HOTD

Legolas ♜ LOTR

Muichiro Tokito ☁︎ KNY

Shinobu Kocho🦋 KNY

Nezuko Kamado ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 KNY

Giyomei Hijimima 🖇️ KNY

Misturi Kanroji ❤ KNY

Giyuu Tomioka 🌊 KNY

Geralt of Rivia 🗡WITCHER

[whatdoyoumeanimacat]

𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋, 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐅𝐔𝐋 <𝟑

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝⊹｡₊°⟡.⸙͎۪۫ ༄⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚✦ ⠂⠂୨୧⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، 🌷୭𒀭࣪⋆ 💭 ׅ ࣪𓏲ּ

₊ ⊹ ⪩⪨ ┆ ↳ ❝𝙃𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚! 𝙄'𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚! (◜‿◝ ) 𝙄 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨/ 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮! 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙡' 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛!❞ ✨ ‹𝟥

˚ ✦ 𝙈𝘽𝙏𝙄 𝙏𝙮𝙥𝙚 - 𝙄𝙉𝙁𝙅-𝙏

˚ ✦ 𝙕𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙘 𝙎𝙞𝙜𝙣 - 𝘼𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙪𝙨

˚ ✦ 𝙀𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙢 𝙏𝙮𝙥𝙚 - 2𝙬1~

.☽༊˚𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫-

𝙺𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚜𝚞 𝚗𝚘 𝚢𝚊𝚒𝚋𝚊 (𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛), 𝙰𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗, 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎, 𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝙼𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚊, 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎, 𝙱𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚘 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝙳𝚘𝚐𝚜, 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙰 𝙶𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝚂𝚙𝚢 𝚡 𝙵𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢, 𝙹𝚞𝚓𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚞 𝙺𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚗, 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚝, 𝙷𝚢𝚊𝚔𝚔𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙳𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚛𝚘, 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎, 𝚃𝚘𝚔𝚢𝚘 𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝙵𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚝, 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝙸𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎!

˚+✦𝐈'𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝/𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐞/𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭~!

˚+✦𝐁𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞! 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫~!

˚+✦𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐀𝐬 𝐈'𝐦 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰~!

˚+✦𝐈𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐞/𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲! 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡/𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭~!

.☽༊˚𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐬 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞-

꒰ঌ ໒꒱ 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

꒰ঌ ໒꒱ 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙭 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

꒰ঌ ໒꒱ 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙭 𝙂𝙉!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

꒰ঌ ໒꒱ 𝘼𝙜𝙣𝙨𝙩

꒰ঌ ໒꒱ 𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛

꒰ঌ ໒꒱ 𝙔𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚

꒰ঌ ໒꒱ 𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙎𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨

꒰ঌ ໒꒱ 𝙎𝙢𝙪𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚~!

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒, 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐔𝐒, 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐔𝐏, 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐈'𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆,

𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐈'𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍'.

{ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ʟɪᴠᴇꜱ} {ꜱᴏɴɢ ʙʏ ꜱʟᴜꜱʜɪɪ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴀᴘɪᴇɴᴛᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ}

[deviantdaffodil]

warmth.

kyojuro rengoku x reader

this is gonna be a little bitty bit edgy but only if you've seen the mugen train movie/read the manga teehee

rengoku is my most favorite hashira SOBS

also just so you all know, i'm an artist and i post on instagram @/deviant.daffodil :)

contains: fluff, a little sad but only in the context, mostly comfort fic, praise (ofc), "the morning after" kind of thing, very very slight nsfw

The light from the rising sun peeks into Kyojuro's room of the hashira mansion. You rub your eyes. Your body was a little sore from the night you had with the flame hashira laying beside you. Your cheeks flush just thinking about his rough hands running up and down your skin and exploring every inch. You roll over to look at Rengoku. He was sound asleep, he's drooling and his mouth is wide open, allowing loud snores to escape him. He was far from a pretty sleeper, but you looked past that and smiled at his sleeping form. You curled up against his sleeping form. He was incredibly warm; you wondered if it had anything to do with his being the flame hashira, but that felt a little silly to you. Eyes still closed, Rengoku wrapped his arms around you.

Rengoku inhaled sharply before his eyes slowly open. He yawns, stretches, and he pulled you close. "Good morning," his sleepy voice was deep and startled you a little.

You gazed up into his eyes. "Good morning," you reply with a smile. He was set to head out on a train in a few days on a mission. People had been going missing on that train and he was to meet with a few younger demon slayers to kill the demons. The master said that the mission would be a longer one and you and Rengoku wanted to spend time together before he had to head out the next morning. "I'm going to miss you," you whisper under your breath.

Rengoku cups your cheek in your hand. "Do not worry my dear," his tone matches yours. "I will return soon enough." He kisses your forehead gently. "I love you."

Tears sting your eyes, but you manage to will them away. "I love you, too."

Rengoku smiled softly and you felt your heart melt. He has the most beautiful smile. "What would you like to do today? It is our last day together for a while. We can do what ever you like."

You sigh and wrap your legs around his. "We could just lay here," you mutter against his chest. He nods and rests his forehead on yours. You shut your eyes and pull the covers up under your chin, getting comfortable once again.

"You're so beautiful," Rengoku says, a little closer to his normal tone of voice. "I'm going to miss you so much. I'm going to miss kissing your beautiful face."

You giggle, starting to get sleepy once more. "Thank you, Kyojuro." His face warms. He liked when you call him by his first name.

He wasn't lying when he said he'd miss you. Ever mission he goes on he treats like his last. He's worried that one day you'd get a message from his crow that he had died in battle. He'd hate to do that to you. You meant every thing to him and he knew you'd be ruined if he didn't return. So he fights as hard as he can to ensure his return back to you.

Rengoku's body heat began to radiate against your bare skin. You began to feel yourself drift out of consciousness, sleep beginning to lure you back in. "Kyojuro," you muttered, sleep inching closer to your mind. "Please don't die," you cried softly.

Rengoku holds you tightly and kisses all over your face. "I will not leave you alone. I will not die."

You sniffle and nuzzle your face against his chest, tightening your legs' grip on his. "I love you," you mutter as you shut your eyes.

Rengoku could tell that sleep had over taken you once more. He sighed deeply. He was worried; he had a bad feeling about his upcoming mission. It is probably nothing, he thought as he drifted to sleep. Surely, he would be fine.. right?

[violetduchess]

Wipe your eyes

Fandom: Demon Slayer

Featuring; Rengoku, Giyuu, Sanemi, Shinobu

Summart: How the hashira comfort you [Romantic version]

Rengoku

You sit on the edge of your bed, tears streaming down your face. It's been a tough few weeks, with demon attacks becoming more frequent and more vicious. You've been fighting alongside your husband, Rengoku Kyojuro, the Flame Hashira, but the battles have taken a toll on you. Your injuries are healing, but the emotional scars are still fresh.

You hear the door open, and Rengoku walks into the room. He immediately notices your tears and rushes to your side. He sits down next to you and takes your hand in his.

"What's wrong, my love?" he asks, his voice soft and gentle.

You shake your head, not trusting your voice. You don't know how to put your feelings into words.

Rengoku gives your hand a gentle squeeze. "It's okay," he says. "You don't have to say anything. Just know that I'm here for you."

You lean your head on his shoulder and let out a sob. Rengoku wraps his arms around you and holds you close.

"It's okay to cry," he whispers. "Let it all out."

You cry for what feels like hours, but Rengoku doesn't let go. He holds you tight and strokes your hair, murmuring words of comfort.

"You're so strong, my love," he says. "But even the strongest warriors need to rest and heal."

You sniffle and look up at him, your eyes red and swollen. "I'm not strong," you say. "I'm scared. I'm scared of losing you, of losing everyone I love."

Rengoku wipes away your tears with his thumb. "I'm not going anywhere," he says firmly. "I'll always be by your side, no matter what. And you're not alone. We're all in this together, and we'll fight to protect each other."

He kisses your forehead and holds you close. You feel his warmth and strength, and for a moment, you forget about the demons and the battles. You feel safe in his arms.

"You're my everything," Rengoku whispers. "My wife, my partner, my soulmate. And I'll do anything to keep you safe and happy."

You smile weakly and wrap your arms around his neck. "I love you," you say.

"I love you too," he replies. "And I'll always be here to comfort you, to support you, and to love you."

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. You know that the battles will continue, and the demons will keep coming. But with Rengoku by your side, you feel like you can face anything.

You bury your face in his chest and let out a sigh. "Thank you," you say. "For everything."

"Anytime," Rengoku says. "I'll always be here for you."

Giyuu

You sit alone on a rock overlooking the river, lost in thought as the gentle breeze brushes your hair against your face. Your partner, Giyuu Tomioka, stands a few feet away from you, watching you with a worried expression.

Ever since the last battle against the demon, you've been feeling down and defeated. You couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt and helplessness as you watched your comrades fall one by one, and you couldn't do anything to save them.

You remember how you had promised yourself to protect everyone, to never let anyone else die on your watch. But you failed. You failed to protect them, and you failed to keep your promise.

You don't even notice when Giyuu approaches you, his steps quiet as he sits beside you on the rock. You don't say anything, and neither does he. You just sit there in silence, watching the river flow by.

After a few minutes, Giyuu finally speaks up. "You're blaming yourself, aren't you?" he says softly.

You don't answer, but he continues, "I know how it feels. I've been there too. But blaming yourself won't change anything. It won't bring them back, and it won't make you feel any better."

You turn to him, surprised. Giyuu is not known for his comforting words, but you can see the concern in his eyes. You realize then that he's been watching you, worried about you.

"I should have done more," you whisper, barely audible.

"You did all you could," Giyuu replies firmly. "You fought with everything you had. You protected those who were still alive. And you survived."

"But I couldn't save them," you say, feeling tears well up in your eyes.

"No one can save everyone," Giyuu says, placing a hand on your shoulder. "We can only do what we can, and hope for the best. And sometimes, even our best is not enough. But that doesn't mean we stop trying."

You look at him, and for the first time, you see the pain and sadness in his eyes. You realize that he's been through this before, that he's lost people he cared about too.

"You're not alone," he says, sensing your thoughts. "I'm here for you. We're in this together."

You feel a lump form in your throat as you realize the truth in his words. You're not alone. You have Giyuu, and you have your comrades who survived the battle with you. You may have lost some, but you also gained something in return. You gained the strength and determination to keep going, to keep fighting.

You turn to Giyuu and smile through your tears. "Thank you," you say softly.

He nods, and you both sit there in silence, watching the river flow by. You feel a weight lift off your shoulders, and you realize that maybe, just maybe, you can do this. You can continue fighting, continue protecting those you care about, and maybe one day, you'll be able to save everyone.

But for now, you'll take it one step at a time, one battle at a time, with Giyuu by your side.

Sanemi

You are feeling lost and alone, staring off into the distance with a blank expression on your face. Your thoughts are a jumbled mess, and you can't seem to focus on anything. You're not sure what to do, but you know that you need someone to talk to.

As if on cue, Sanemi appears beside you, his eyes scanning your face for any sign of distress. He doesn't say anything, but you can sense his concern, and it makes you feel a little better.

"You know," he says eventually, "I'm not very good at this kind of thing. But if you ever need to talk, I'm here for you."

His words are simple, but they carry a weight that makes you feel understood. You turn to him, and he gives you a small smile, his eyes softening as he takes in your expression.

"You don't have to go through this alone," he continues. "I know it's hard, but we're in this together."

You nod, and for a moment, neither of you say anything. The silence is comfortable, and you feel a sense of calm wash over you. Sanemi is a good partner, you think. He understands you in a way that no one else does.

"I don't know what to do," you say finally, your voice barely above a whisper. "I feel like I'm stuck, like I'm never going to move forward."

Sanemi doesn't offer any words of encouragement, but he doesn't need to. His presence is enough to make you feel like everything will be okay. He reaches out and takes your hand in his, and you feel a sudden surge of warmth.

"You're not alone," he says softly. "We'll figure this out together."

And just like that, the weight that you've been carrying for so long begins to lift. You feel like you can breathe again, like you have a new sense of purpose. Sanemi's words have given you hope, and you know that you can face whatever comes your way with him by your side.

"Thank you," you say, squeezing his hand.

Sanemi gives you another smile, and this time, it's brighter than before. "Anytime," he says. "I'll always be here for you."

As the two of you stand there, hand in hand, you know that you've found something special in each other. Your partnership may not be perfect, but it's strong enough to weather any storm. With Sanemi by your side, you know that you can face anything that life throws your way.

Shinobu

You are the main protagonist of the story, and your partner is Shinobu, a skilled demon slayer with a gentle heart. You have been fighting demons alongside Shinobu for months now, but the latest mission has left you feeling exhausted and shaken. As you sit in your shared room at the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters, you can't help but feel overwhelmed by everything that has happened.

Shinobu enters the room, her usual calm and collected demeanor now replaced with concern. "Are you okay?" she asks, sitting down beside you.

You shake your head, tears welling up in your eyes. "I don't know," you say. "Everything just feels like it's too much right now."

Shinobu puts a hand on your back, rubbing soothing circles. "It's okay to feel that way," she says. "Fighting demons can be incredibly difficult, both physically and emotionally."

You sniffle, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. "I just feel like I'm not strong enough," you say. "Like I'm letting everyone down."

Shinobu shakes her head. "That's not true," she says firmly. "You're one of the strongest people I know. You've saved countless lives and helped us defeat so many demons."

You look up at her, grateful for her words of encouragement. "But what about the people we couldn't save?" you ask. "What about all the ones who died because we weren't fast enough or strong enough?"

Shinobu takes your hand in hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. "We can't save everyone," she says softly. "But that doesn't mean we stop trying. We keep fighting, because every life we save is worth it."

You nod, feeling a sense of determination rising within you. "You're right," you say. "We can't give up. We have to keep going."

Shinobu smiles, a small, genuine smile that warms your heart. "I know it's hard," she says. "But we're in this together. We'll fight side by side, and we'll never give up."

You take a deep breath, feeling a sense of calm wash over you. With Shinobu by your side, you know you can face anything. You lean your head on her shoulder, grateful for her comfort and support.

"Thank you," you whisper.

Shinobu wraps her arm around you, holding you close. "Anytime," she says. "I'm always here for you."

As you sit there together, you realize that even in the midst of darkness and chaos, there is still hope. As long as you have Shinobu by your side, you know you can overcome anything.

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[asu-luv]

Chaper 1

Over 1127 years ago before the Heian and Tashiro era was the Nara period. And on this exact date January 1st, 784, you were coming back home from celebrating the new year with friends and family, usually you would have gone with your husband but he laid back at home saying he was feeling under the weather.

Why did he have to fall ill on New Years of all day's?

You think to yourself whlie walking the long trail that led to your shared home, but anyway you still brought a treat for your sick hubby.

While walking underneath the cool night sky full of beautiful stars and some lingering fireworks still being set off by people celebrating the holiday, you held a basket full of your husband's favorite sweets, Mochi, Yokan, and his absolute favorite Monaka.

You chuckle under your breath thinking of your husband's sweet tooth.

"Oh gosh, I hope these snacks will raise his spirits."

After a long walk through the night you arrive to you and your husband's shared home, upon opening the door you are met with dead silence, silence so heavy it gave you an unsettling feeling in your gut.

That's strange... You can't shake off this weird feeling but you try your best to ignore it and bring your focus to something else,

"Tashima honey, I made it back home!"

I place the basket of sweets on the coffee table, still waiting for an answer.

"He must be asleep."

I whisper to myself as I start to slowly creep to his bedroom.

Ever since he said he felt sick we agreed to temporarily sleep in separate rooms, to prevent me from getting sick as well. While creeping up to his room as quiet as I could as if not to accidently wake him up, but I ended up stepping on a loose floor board admitting a loud creak.

I stop all movements, my breath comes to a halt for I was a bit startled by the noise but I brushed it off ass I heard muffling or more of a shuffle coming from Tashima's room.

I walked towards his door slowly sliding it open all the away until I heard a click, "w-what..." I look throughout my husband's room the first thing I see is him sitting up on his futon with his chest completely bare, strands of hair sticking up and some lying on his sweaty forehead, then I turn to look at the second person....

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The woman laying against my husband wearing almost nothing but layer of smeared red lipstick, her hair was just as frazzled as my husband's.

I stare at them both in bewilderment, I see my husband's mouth moving but his words fall on deaf ears, all I hear is the ringing in my ears as tears spill from my eyes, the warm salty substance brings me back to reality.

"T-tashima?"

My words come out as broken sobs as I stare at my deceiving husband, I finally suck in a breath feeling completely heart broken as I rush to the kitchen but out the corner of my eye I see Tashima chasing after me, wearing the blanket that once kept me and him warm on cold winters night. Now it has been tainted by that whore of a woman.

"Y/N! Wait please let me explain, baby!"

He yells out to me following me to the kitchen.

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When we both reach the kitchen I look up at him in disappoinment he's a disgusting cheating mess, I look at how he lazily wrapped the blanket around him to cover himself, now that I'm thinking about it the flower printed kimono he had bought me for my birthday is looking really burnable right now.

"What is there to explain, CHEATER!"

I scream to the top of my lugs, it leaves a echo ringing throughout the house, Even after what I said he continues to speak, "L-look me and the guys were messing around earlier.... d-drinking and-"

"I thought you were sick!"

He clams up eyes widening, looks like I caught him in his lie.

"I-I got better..."

An annoyed look could be seen on my face, I'm clearly sick of his bullshit yet I remain silent.

"I got pretty tipsy and I ran into... a-a prostitute."

My eyes widen

"YOU CHEATED ON ME WITH A PROSTITUTE?!"

He looks down at you shame written over his face.

"I'm sorr-"

You cut him off

"Bring her."

"W-what?"

"BRING THE WHORE YOU CHEATED ON ME WITH!"

I shout at him again this time making him flinch before rushing off to get the woman he cheating on me with, he comes back with her and instead of covering her up she stands next to him completely naked,

Ugh! It's like he's rubbing it in.

There's not much to say she was the perfect woman, big breasts, slim waist and face, to top it off she thick hips and of course a small stature, it's not like you we're ugly or anything you had what she had but you were just on the chubby side, but you were still a pretty woman.

"What is your name, cunt?" I ask raising an eyebrow at the prostitute.

She sweat drops "I-it's Asumei" she spoke quietly,

Hm? I guess she feels shame too

"That's a pretty name, follow me Asumei"

Before she answers me I take her hand leading her to the other side of the kitchen leaving Tashima alone. As she follows close behind me I come to a halt her doing the same.

"It's a shame really, you really are a pretty gal."

"H-huh?"

I grip her by her hair yacking it so hard that I spin her bare back towards me as I reach for the big kitchen knife in the counter, of course she screams the annoying bitch, I look up to see Tashima running towards me but by then it's too late the sharp edge of the knife is covered in her blood, all I know is that her last words were muffled from her gurgling and choking on her own blood. I eventually dropped her body watching her spasming on the floor until her body went limp.

I let out a contented sigh then look up at Tashima.

"Y'know just minutes ago I was thinking about coming home to my sweet, loving, and loyal husband. I even brought home your favorite desserts."

I run my hands over my face laughing hysterically

"What's even crazier, I was just thinking about how the rest of my life will be like with you... But you just HAD to screw it up!"

He looks down at Asumei's corpse then back up at me, shock and fear in his eyes.

"You danm psycho!" He yells as he drops to his knees staring at the dead body.

"Well that was rude." I simply say,

"You're fucking insane, just wait until I tell the rest of the village!"

I watch him as he rushes to the door before he can even reach the handle I throw the knife at him, it lands right between his shoulder bland...

Tsk, I was aiming for his neck

"Ack! Fucking hell!"

He falls limp to the floor, I must've hit a nerve.

I walk towards his now paralyzed body, standing over it with a crazed smile

"I-I hope you burn in hell you bitch." He mutters.

Instead of responding with a snarky comment, I wedge the knife from out of his back giving him more pain.

I watch as the knife drips with a mixture of Asumei and Tashima's blood, I stare at it's crimson color for some reason I was drawn to it, I glide my fingers over the bloodied knife,

"It's still warm."

You say in strange wonderment. Before I knew it I was bringing the knife towards my mouth slowly licking a stride of their combined blood.

Tashima shivers below me clearly sicken by my strange display.

"How sick!"

As I consume their blood I feel different than I was a few moments ago, I can feel and hear my own heart beating faster and faster, I feel every vein pulsating I smell new things entirely and....

I'm

Very

Very

Very

Very

Hungry.

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[makenzie-ash]

Two's Silent Company (Tomioka Giyuu)

Tomioka could hear the loud bangs from the fireworks and the muffled sounds coming from the party he’d run away from. What seemed like hundreds of new adults crowded into an apartment for New Year’s sounded like a disaster to him, but his friend dragged him here so he wasn’t alone tonight. Being alone sounded like heaven to him right now.

He decided to go to the roof of the apartment building. He wasn’t sure if he was allowed, but he didn’t care. He climbed the stairs, debating whether or not to text his friend, just to let him know. He shook his head. When they walked through the door, his friend brought him here and left him, so he didn’t want to talk to him right now.

When he got to the entrance to the roof, he pushed the door, expecting it to be locked. But it swung open easily. He was confused, of course, but didn’t think much of it. Maybe the building managers just forgot to lock it. He felt the cold air lifting his hair as he stepped onto the roof. Finally, he can be alone.

“Oh.” A voice so quiet he almost didn’t hear it. He looked up at the owner of the soft tone, to see you. He’s seen you around campus, so he knows of you, but you’ve never spoken more than two words with each other. Maybe a hello here and there, but never enough to count as a conversation.

You just looked at each other for a moment, not saying anything. Then, slowly, you moved your jacket from where it rested and gestured for him to sit down. He thought for a minute and walked forward, swinging his legs over the ledge, being extra careful. He saw an untouched bottle in between them. He wasn’t quite sure what, but it was probably wine if he had to guess.

Nothing else was said. The only sounds were the occasional fireworks and the sounds of the party, which were louder thanks to the open balcony door of the apartment. He pulled out his phone and checked the time.

11:59

He’d made it to the roof just in time. Just one more minute and he could leave this party. You were silent next to him, looking at the stars and fireworks that began to wind down with the night. Your face was unreadable to him, it always was. That stoic look must’ve taken years to perfect.

After the last firework, Tomioka knew the night was ending. He could hear the patrons of the party counting down on the TV, their voices carrying even though they were a few floors down from the roof. The owner of the apartment was definitely going to have some noise complaints in the morning. He assumed you heard them as well. You were counting down with your fingers. He quietly counted down, as well.

5

He never would’ve guessed this would happen. You and him, sitting here, watching fireworks but not speaking a word to each other. Just enjoying the company, as if you’d been friends for years.

4

You were looking at him, he could see you out of his peripheral. When he turned to face you as well, he could see you were playing with a piece of your hair, rolling it between your fingers. A habit you had when you were thinking of something, he’s seen you do it before. He wondered what you were thinking.

3

You continued to stare at each other, still not saying anything. Have you always been this close? He leaned closer without thinking. He just knew he wanted to be close to you. You didn’t back away.

2

He could feel your breath on his cheek. If either of you leaned even just a little bit forward, you would be touching. 

1

A crash interrupted the two of you. You both jumped backward and looked towards the noise. The unopened bottle of wine had fallen onto the roof and broke. One of you must’ve hit it while you were distracted. Tomioka looked at you and opened his mouth to say something, but his phone started to ring. He pulled it out of his pocket and saw his friend was calling him. He shot you an apologetic look, though, you most likely hadn’t seen it since you were facing forward again. 

“Hello?”

“Yo, man, where are you?” His friend slurred. How much has he had to drink since Tomioka left?

“I’m on the roof.”

“The roof? Why are you up there?”

Before he could answer, there was another voice on the other side of the phone. The other voice sounded equally as drunk as his friend.

“Hey, Tomioka, a buddy of mine wants to go to another party down the road, you coming?”

“Uh, no, I’m ok. I think I’m just going to go home.”

“Your loss, man. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Tomioka said his goodbyes and put his phone back into his pocket. Not knowing what to do, he started to pick up the broken pieces of glass. You glanced at him. When he saw what he was doing, you started cleaning as well. He held his hands out to you, so you put the pieces you had picked up into his hands, careful not to cut him. 

He looked around and spotted an ashtray near the door. It wasn’t ideal, but it would do for now. He dumped the glass into the tray, carefully brushing his hands together to get all the glass off.

He turned and saw you standing, throwing your jacket over your shoulders. The silence you two had shared now became awkward. Should he say something? What would he even say? Apologize, maybe? What would he even apologize for? Would that just make it more awkward? Instead of saying anything, he gestured towards the door exiting the roof.

“Um, I’m gonna-”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll,” he paused to take a breath, “I’ll see you later.”

“Bye, Tomioka, I’ll see you later.” You played with the hem of your shirt, not meeting his eyes.

He didn’t move. He wanted to say something else, anything else. He knew he didn’t want to leave yet. By the looks of it, you didn’t want to either. But, you had the whole night, you both said nothing.

“Bye.” He opened the door and started down the steps. He could hear you exhale from behind him, but he didn’t turn around. He knew his face was bright red and looking at you would make it worse. 

When did he start looking at you like this? He couldn’t recall. He’s never felt like this with anyone before, so why you? Someone he has barely interacted with? His brain had to be fooling him. You were pretty, sure, but was he really that shallow to fall in love with looks alone?

He shook his head, clearing his thoughts. No, he wasn’t shallow. He knew he couldn’t just fall for looks. Shinobu was pretty, but he never felt any kind of attraction with her. So why you?

He was so confused.