#medicine seller x reader

[gingernut1314]

To Go With You

Summary: After the defeat of a vicious Mononoke haunting your household, your only wish is to leave everything behind.

Content: gn!reader, based off the TV show Mononoke (no plot line spoilers), all dark themes are left up to the reader's imagination for the most part, none graphic death talked about, Medicine Seller being a big tease

Word Count: 1.6K

A/N: I'm in love and because of that have more fic lol. I hope you enjoy!

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Your father was dead. 

As was your uncle.

And your grandfather.

Your mother had done it. 

Your mother, though, was dead. Had been dead for months. 

But she’s come back. Come back as a vicious mononoke to take revenge on the people who took part in her death. 

As they died by her hand, you’d watched. Watched and did nothing to try and stop it. 

They deserved it, you had thought.

They deserved it, they deserved it, they deserv--

But he did not deserve it--the Medicine Seller that had come to badger your household. He had come not merely to sell his wares but had come by some strange calling your mother’s vengeful spirit gave off. Had come to defend the entirety of your household even when many of them hadn’t earned such protection.

Your mother seemed to agree with you on that. Though her poor soul seemed to have had its fill of men, whether they be helpful or not. 

But you liked this one. 

You liked his humor and all the interesting things he had been teaching you while trying to figure out the mystery of the Mononoke. A mystery you gave him in three steps upon your mother turning on him. Steps that freed that seemingly unusable sword he carried and sent him bursting with gold light.

He was--glorious. Like some god or saint from legend and you couldn’t help but fall prey to his majesty. 

When the light died and your mother was sent to rest once more, you were on your feet rushing through the place you had once called home. Rushed about as your aunt and cousins shouted and screamed in terror at what had just happened. 

Kitchen staff gave yelps in fear at your appearance. They asked after the spirit and if it had been defeated, to which you gave a rushed “yes!” as you grabbed up a water skin and whatever foods you could get your hands on.

Once your bag was overflown with clothes, food, and things you thought you couldn’t part with, you were back in your parent's former chambers. Your aunts and cousins were still there, terrified noise still annoyingly spilling from their lips. 

“Where did he go?” You called through the clamor. While your cousin’s uproar hardly ceased, your aunt’s certainly did only to turn it onto you. 

“What is that?” She snapped, rising to her feet as she motioned towards the bag on your back.

“Where is he?” You firmly asked once more, keeping your features steady even as she rushed for you. 

“You think you can leave us?” She grabbed hold of the front of your outfit, giving you sharp shakes as her anger rose. “After what just happened? No, no.” She gave you a great shake once more. “You helped her. You let her kill my husband, you ungrateful--” You shoved your aunt away, a shout spilling from her lips as she stumbled backward. 

You rushed out of the room and back through your home, finding wide-eyed housemaids peeking their heads out of doorways to watch you go. Few you had grown to call friends gave you weak smiles as you passed.

You shoved through the front entrance and found him walking unhurriedly down the path. 

Walking away. 

“Wait!” You shouted, heaving your bag higher up your back as you sprinted his way. “Please--wait!” The Medicine Seller paused, though didn’t turn to face you. 

You huffed and puffed from the small excursion you had just rushed, watching his back as you tried to calm yourself. You watched the large wooden box strapped to his back full of so many grand mysteries. Watched his purple banana and the bits of ashy blond hair that pulled up into it. Watched the pointed ends of his ears as you silently begged him to turn his eyes onto you. 

Begged him to watch you like how you were watching him.

“I--I wish to go with you.” You fell to your knees then, uncaring if the path dirtied your clothes. “My mother was the only person keeping me here. I would have left months ago had I not known something disgraceful had happened.” The palms of your hands joined your knees on the ground, the cold stone of the path biting at your skin. 

“Get up!” Your aunt screeched. “How unbecoming--disgraceful--undeserving--” A foot stomped into your side, causing a pained sound to spill from your lips. Another foot was quick to stomp on you, swaying you from your position. 

“I can cook.” You continued, keeping yourself steady against the onslaught of assaults your aunt was pounding into you. “And I can wash clothes. I am fast to learn--willing to be taught just--” Your aunt grabbed at the clothes on your back and pulled. Pulled hard enough you nearly came off the ground. You gave a frustrated shout, whipping around to a now surprised aunt. You gave her yet another shove. Harder this time. A shove that sent her flat to her ass on a howling yowl. 

You resumed your position, breath heavy in your chest as you pressed your forehead against the rock path. 

“Please allow me to follow you. At least until I have reached a land far, far from this one.”  You finished your plea. 

The air fell still--still except for that of the hissed curses and dishonors shot at you by your aunt. 

The faint sound of a pair of getas moving closer had your breath catching in your throat. 

Was he--truly?

“That would be quite…” You felt the pads of cool fingertips brush over the skin of your temple…then your cheek…then lower to tap at your chin. To tilt it upward and gaze upon his face. A face that seemed to once again steal the very air from your lungs. “Unorthodox.” 

You took a moment to bask in his lovely features. In the sharpness of them. In the paleness of his skin and the powder blue of his eyes. In the red marking painted on that skin. In the purple that delictated lined his upper lip--lips that were just as delicate as its lip lining. Lips you couldn’t stop but focus on the longest. They looked so soft--like the wind or sun hadn’t touched them once in his life. 

“Would it?” You found the strength to say. The peddler smirked down at you, eyes lighting in what you could only call humor. 

“You are of--” He paused to lean down, the movement bringing your attention right back to his lips. “High respectability. You’re family would disagree.” You scoffed at his words, an action that only seemed to make that amusement shine brighter. 

“No matter how they tried to hide it I am illegitimate--a bastard child born from the wickedness that had brewed in this house for far too long. I lay outside their silly names and the foolish respects put on them.” 

He watched you. For a long while he watched you, those blue eyes seeming to peer so deeply into your soul. 

Had anyone else peered through you in such a way, you would have shrunk away. Would have snapped at them to stop--but not him. When he did it, you only felt drawn in further. Felt the tip of his index and middle finger still resting under your chin spark and burn at the skin it touched. 

“Mononoke,” He started, thumb pulling upward to brush just beneath your lip. You sucked in a shuddery breath, lips parting shamelessly. “All have their own truths. Truths as dark and darker still than that of your mothers.” His near-purred words sucked you in. Because the only thing you could and would hear in that moment was his voice. “Many people deserve their wrath, but that is not something we are allowed to decide. We save the living, no matter how wicked.” 

He knew you had held out till the last moment to share your mother's three secrets. Knew you had turned a blind eye till the ones that hurt her had perished. 

“I will not be meant to feel shamed for such a thing.” He gave a title of his head in a small nod.

“No. But you must learn,” Again his thumb smoothed over your chin. Soothed so close to your lips. Just inches away, “if you wish to go with me.” You nodded. And nodded again as excitement sparked in your chest. 

“I will. It won’t happen again.” He watched you once more. Watched you in a way that wasn’t so deep and calculating as before. In a way that had your body shivering and aching to be blessed by it over and over again. 

The peddler leaned even closer. So close you felt his steady breath against your cheeks. So close you couldn’t help your neck from arching just that much further as if you could steal even more.

“Ask me once more.” A shaky breath spilled from your lips. Your eyes drank in his mouth. A mouth that always looked so mischievous, but was truly matching its painted mask then. 

“Please. Allow me to go with you.” Those fingers dragged under your chin slowly. Longer, purple-painted nails scratched lightly at your skin there before falling away altogether. You couldn’t help the little whine that bubbled in your throat as he moved away from you. 

You watched him stand to his full height, the glow of the sun washing him in gold that nearly matched that of light his sword gifted him. A light the sun could not compare to. Could never dream of comparing itself to. 

“Come,” He spoke, turning away from you once more. “We have long to travel.” You rushed to your feet, your excitement so strong you could hardly feel anything else. 

Your aunt shouted and screamed and cursed at you as you rushed to the Medicine Seller's side. He glanced down at you just as you glanced up at him and you found you were all too ready to start this new chapter of your life. All too ready to go with him.

[fanfictionstuff]

Hello best fic writer ever. I'm the one that introduced you to the godly man that is Kusuriuri. I was wondering if you could write some smut for him? Present time? Or edo? I don't know. You're the talented writer. Pleaseee nobody is writing it, I need some fics with him. It's like when you came to read Amaimon fics and there were none so you started writing your own, except, I can't write my own.

I love you so so so much. I'll love you even more if you sate my thirst for this man. You did that for me and so many other's with Amaimon. (I guess kind of making us more thirsty but you're providing content to help) Please be willing to do it with Kusuriuri too. <333333

If you give me more details about the medicine seller I will try.

I gave a long reply and my shitty VPN disconnected and it was lost smh So, gonna do bullet points because i'm angry at it

'best fic writer ever' we both know you're lying lmao

I can't believe you're throwing this hot guy at me. I was looking Amaimon fics for months before I just decided to write my own. Now i'm looking Kusuriuri fics and there's even less for him than there is for Amaimon.

I love you too and it's nice to know you enjoy my writing

I am willing, but I need more information on the guy. I looked him up, there is so little out there. I don't know much about his character. There isn't much content and now i'm annoyed. Like offical information, there isn't enough. Why?!

If you or any other Mononoke fans can send information or ideas I will try to write it. Because I know how it feels, and now you've drug me into this seemingly empty fandom. T-T

[thesillyestwilly]

just like a silly little rant bc I feel gaslighted sometimes

I seriously hate how like there will be the most bbgist, jaw dropping, toe curling, making me scream without the s, making me giggle and kick my legs in bed as I watch the screen, making me think I'm having a fever because I get so excited to see them on screen character just to go on Tumblr and search up the character x reader to see like almost no posts and the two posts I don't even like because the reader is so y/n coded... Like it makes me so mad bro 😭

[catbread0]

I've been feeling a bit down lately. Can you please do a kon kusuriuri x reader fluff headcanon (I love the mononoke 2024 movie)

Kon-Kusuriuri x Reader

Oh no, don't feel down!! Help is on the way! I'm sorry if there are any mistakes! I decided to make this quickly. Hope you feel better dear!!

(*´Д`)/♡♥︎♡

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Fluff

Mononoke (2024) Masterlist

Headcanon: Being in a relationship

- If Kon saw you looking at a kimono or yukata, he would tease you about how beautiful/handsome you would be in it.

“You wouldn’t need a love potion if you were to wear that. Unlike some individuals.”

- When you're resting or somewhere else, Kon will walk back to the shop that you had been eyeing. Whether it be a kimono, headpiece, footwear, or decorations that you wanted to put in your box.

- Want a piece of alone time with no commotion? Well, too bad for you, dear. Kon would be by your side almost all the time. The rare times he would, he would most likely be causing a commotion about a Mononoke.

“You know you love me”

- Kon is a playful kitsune, and when it comes to games, he would ‘outsmart’ you. Or so he says, in reality, he cheats in the game when you're not paying attention.

“Looks like I’ve won again,” he says with a smirk plastered on his face, but also 5 pieces in his hand from the game.

- When you two are in the hot spring, he would splash the water on you. He would be happy if you decided to splash him back and turn it into a water fight.

- Kon loves brushing or playing with your hair. But what he loves more is you brushing or playing with his hair. You don’t even need to finish your question about touching it. He's already sitting on the floor smiling like a child.

- He could be easily flustered (unlike a different Kusuriuri..) and when he would be, the tip of his pointy ears would turn red.

-In modern times, Kon would probably like to do the pocky challenge with you.

“Let’s see who can win this one. What? I promise I won't bite.”

- In the winter, Kon would probably want to build a snowman with you.

“Why are you looking at me like that? It’s snowing. What else are we supposed to do with the snow?”

- Kon would steal your food. It doesn’t matter if you're in a restaurant, picnic, or at home. He will steal your food even if you try to fight him off.

- I feel like Kon would be the type to run with food or snack in his hand and trip on his zōri/shoe and be upset and just look at the food he dropped in defeat.

- Overall, Kon would be a nice, silly, and sometimes idiot lover. Whenever he’s working and trying to defeat the Mononoke, it surprises you that is the same man you are with. 

Zōri (1) - Traditional Japanese sandals/footwear

~Lilly's

[mokokone]

Hey. Sorry if I'm distracting. I would like to request a kusuriuri/reader yandere. I know the yandere theme has already been touched upon, but I would be interested in reading a specific plot involving the use of "medicines" on the reader. tysm in advance, love your writings!

A/n: No words can not describe the things I've written for this. Honestly, a Yandere!Medicine Seller/Kusuriuri scares me(😨). But hope you enjoy.

⚠Warning!⚠ This story contains sensitive topics, and may not be suitable for sensitive readers. Reader discretion is advised.

The Apothecary's Obsession |Yandere!Kusuriuri x Reader Oneshot|

Kusuriuri gazed upon your sleeping form, his heart swelling with a twisted adoration. You're his everything, his reason for being, and he would stop at nothing to ensure you never left his side. As he watched your chest rise and fall, a sickening sense of possessiveness consumed him.

 With a careful hand, he brushed a stray lock of hair from your face, his fingertips lingering on her soft skin. "My beautiful (Y/n)," he whispered, his voice laced with a dangerous affection.

"You'll never leave me, will you?"

 Reaching into the obi of his kimono, he produced a small vial filled with a translucent liquid. Gently, he tilted your head back and parted your cherry blossom lips, allowing a few drops of the concoction to trickle into you mouth.

You stirred slightly, but remained in your deep slumber.

 "Shh, my love," he soothed, cradling you in his arms. "This is just a little something to help you rest a bit longer." He pressed his lavender lips against yours, savoring the taste of you, his embrace tightening possessively.

 When you finally awoke, you found yourself in the familiar surroundings of the small minka (a traditional Japanese house). Kusuriuri was by your side, a gentle smile on his face, and holding a tea cup and saucer in his lap.

 "Good morning, my dear," he said, offering you the steaming cup of tea. "You've been sleeping a lot as of late, so I made you some special medicine to help keep your energy up," he lied.

"Drink up."

"Oh, thank you, Kusuriuri," You accepted the cup, your brow furrowed in confusion. "I... I don't know what's wrong with me. I hope I'm not coming down with head-cold," You said.

 Kusuriuri chuckled softly, his hand caressing her cheek. "If you are, then I'll take care of you, my love. But perhaps you're just simply exhausted. Now, drink your tea and rest."

Voluntarily, you sipped the tea, the warm liquid soothing your throat. As the minutes ticked by, you felt a familiar drowsiness settle over your, your eyelids growing heavy.

 "That's it, my dear," Kusuriuri murmured, pulling your close. "Sleep now, and when you wake, everything will be alright~♡"

 Succumbing to the "medicine's" effects, you drifted off, unaware of the twisted obsession that consumed your lover.

Kusuriuri watched over you, his embrace tightening possessively, Carefully, he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a possessive kiss. "You are mine, (Y/n)," he whispered, "and no one else will ever have you." He adds, his eyes gleaming with a disturbing intensity.

"I'll make sure of that."

As you slept, Kusuriuri prepared a second remedy, one that would ensnare you very being to him. He poured the liquid into your mouth, ensuring that every drop was consumed before gently shaking you awake.

 "Wake up, my love," he murmured, his fingers tracing the contours of your face.

 Your eyes fluttered open, and you gazed blankly up at Kusuriuri suddenly feeling a newfound adoration.

"Kusuriuri,♡" you breathed, your voice dripping with love and desire, "I love you. I love you so much!♡"

 Kusuriuri smiled, his plan unfolding perfectly. The remedy he'd given you was similar to a love potion. "And I will always be here for you, my dear. Forever and always."

 And so the cycle continued, with Kusuriuri making medicine for you whenever he feared you might stray, his love for you twisted into a dark, unbreakable obsession. In his (twisted) mind, he was the only one who could truly care for you, the only one who could keep you safe and loved.

 As the sun set on the small wooden minka, the shadows seemed to grow longer, reflecting the darkness that had taken root in Kusuriuri's heart. And you, oblivious to the true nature of your lover's affection, continued to sleep, trapped in a nightmare from which you could not escape.

 ❁END❁ 

[saltyfruitbat]

Hey, Fruits!

May I ask for some romantic headcanons with Kusuriuri-san from Mononoke and Chise!reader from the series Ancient Magus Bride? I seriously need some inspiration for these two since my next project will feature them 😭 Thank you so much!

Heheheh don’t worry Moon 🌙 you’ll get that inspiration you need!! Hopefully this does inspire you

listening to summertime by cinnamon’s room helped making this

Kusuriuri-san is a very man of small words but he definitely treats his beloved very well.

Romance with him would take time, due to him having to go around the country and look for the malevolent spirits, so romance with him would take some time.

it would start with him noticing things about you, things that he would have memorized, like how you like honey in your tea, or like how you part your hair when you work on making medicine.

He shows he cares with little things, like him making you some herbal tea, to even buying hairpins, once that he thinks will look lovely with your complexion.

He’d even buy you pretty kimonos, and many hairpins and charms that would match with it. He likes how they look on you, but gets irritated when men look at you with lecherous stares. He may be a calm and collected man, but even he is protective of the one he holds dear to his heart and takes offense.

He would also take care of you when you have become exhausted, carrying you to bed, he likes how knowledgeable and smart you are, it shows how much you dedicate yourself to your work, but please take a break once in a while.

He’d get irritated when you would get hurt, sacrificing yourself for the sake of others is an admirable trait, but please be aware that you have him to protect you and the others around you. He won’t get mad at you but at himself for not being careful.

Since he has fallen for you, don’t be surprised when you become his spouse and you find out it’s your wedding day with this dashing kitsune.

Hopefully you manage with the “other” him *wink wink*

oh and don’t reach for those “marriage charms” and don’t even look at those books he has in his possession(those are porn books, it’s canon I’m not joking 😭)

[xnaiel]

Greetings, I am Naiel, although you can call me Nana if we're close or mutuals. I am a young transmasc author and will write whatever I feel like writing.

Feel free to send me any kind of requests. However, I will deny your request if it does not meet my criteria.

I write :

Fluff, Angst, Smut, Happy/Bad Endings, Yanderes, amab and ftm reader (both sub and dom), and many more.

I don't write :

Incest/Stepcest, Minor x Major relationships, Scat, Vomit, Smut for underage characters. Other than that, I do not mind discovering other kinks.

Fandoms I write for :

Jujutsu Kaisen, Haikyuu (smut only for post timeskip), Jojo's bizarre adventures, My OCs, Princess Princess, Dead Plate, Elevator Hitch, Cold front, John Doe game, Kuroko no Basket, Kuroshitsuji, Mononoke, Ace Attorney, Genshin Impact, Uramichi Oniisan, Nu: Carnival, The Arcana, Danganronpa and other fandoms that I will add later.

I will make a Materlist whenever I can, I hope you enjoy my writing. ^-^

[gingernut1314]

Hi! Loved your Mononoke fics! Was wondering if I could request fluff of Kusuriuri (either Ri or Kon, love them both) proposing to reader or accepting a proposal from reader? That &/or maybe a who fell first/harder? Totally up to you! Have a good day/night & take care of yourself!

Such Aggravating Emotions

Content: gender-neutral reader, proposal, first kiss, confession of feelings, reader travels with Kusuriuri, one-bed trope, reader can ward Mononoke off, marriage proposal, Kusuriuri struggles with knowing what he feels a bit (but he def knows what he wants), slight talk of murder, Mononoke hunting, based off the Mononoke tv show

Word Count: 2.0K

A/N: sooo.....lol I did both. What can I say, I love Kusuriuri and these prompts were great. Also thank you so much for reading my fics!! It means so much to me!! Sending love your way and I hope you enjoy!!

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You had a sunny laugh. 

It was the first thing Kusuriuri ever took note of from you. He’d heard many laughs, but yours, for whatever reason, grabbed his attention. 

You stayed calm when everyone else screamed and squawked about in their fear of the Mononoke haunting the inn you had been staying at. You stayed nearly as calm as he did. A feat not so easy to master. 

You knew how to handle yourself against a mononoke. You didn’t just know silly facts on how to keep a spirit at bay, you helped keep it at bay. 

When you asked Kusuriuri if you could follow him--learn more from him--he didn’t have to think too long or too hard before agreeing. 

There was no harm in allowing you to follow him…

No harm, yes, but the realization that he had come to harbor feelings for you was utter torment. 

It tugged at his heart and soul day in and day out. Tugged and tugged so that he couldn't help but leave lingering touches on your hands and shoulders. Couldn’t help but buy you small trinkets and joke with you just so that he might catch a small glimpse of your smile--to hear that laugh that had initially drawn him in. 

You were startled when you came to the realization that this always-so-poised medicine seller might have feelings for you. Feelings you also harbored for him. Ones you had held from the moment your eyes had fallen upon his pale, painted face. Feelings you had let grow out of your control the longer you stayed by his side. 

Though, you were never too sure. Always toying the line of being too obvious--too touchy. He never seemed to reciprocate but sometimes…sometimes you were steadfast in your assumptions. Times when he would stick close to you, never letting his shoulder waver from your own. Times when he would gift you small things you had been eyeing at market and times when his compliment, oh so sweet, made you feel like flying. 

But then he would go right back to being that tranquil, mischievous mystery that he was and your doubts would come crashing right back over you. 

Though, all doubts came to a halt after a particularly ruthless mononoke exorcism. You two had stopped for the night in a non-mononoke haunted inn, a room purchased and a single bed shared between the two of you. 

It was always easiest to pretend to be a traveling married couple. There was less judgment--less questions, that way. 

You’d tried to get used to sharing a bed with Kusuriuri--to not let it trick your heart and mind into being something other than practical but this night was different. Different because the peddler could not seem to find rest. Seemed so utterly unsettled. Like his mind wouldn’t let him rest. 

You propped yourself up on your elbow so that you could gaze upon his face more easily, his blue eyes wide open. Eyes clouded in that same restlessness his body exuded. 

“Antsy, are we?” You questioned, unable to keep from teasing the typically at-ease peddler. Blue eyes found yours and something like irritation filtered through them.

“You bring out such--” He moved then, propping himself up on his own elbow so he could look right back at you. So that he could tower over you in the way he always did. “Aggravating emotions in me.” You’re stomach twisted in your belly. 

You brought emotions out in him? 

Emotions? 

You?

“I don’t--what do you mean?” You asked, voice coming out more soft than you had wished it. 

Your breath hitched near painfully in your throat when he leaned closer to you, those eyes of his scanning over every feature your face had to offer. 

“I struggle to know the true words but,” He brought his hand full of purple-painted fingernails to feel over the warming skin of your cheeks. “I wish to do this often. And,” His fingers danced lower. Nails grazed over the outline of your top lip. “Taste these.” Your lips gasped apart at what he was telling you. 

Were you--were you right in thinking he felt the same? 

No--no this was…a dream. Surely, it was just a dream.

“Oh,” You breathed as he pulled closer. The air in your lungs growing heavier against the racing beating of your heart. “Do you?”

“Yes.” He purred. A purr that sent your body trembling despite yourself. “Do you?” He asked, thumb brushing over your parted lips as he held your chin steady. 

“Yes.” Kusuriuri grazed his nose lightly over yours as if to test the waters. Waters you all but plunged straight into as you pressed your nose closer in answer, chin raising so that you might try to find his lips. 

Half-hooded blue eyes did one last frustrating look into your own before his lips were claiming yours. Lips just as soft as you had dreamed. Lips that tasted of the very same spices he smelled of. Lips that moved slowly against yours--deeply. As if he wanted to eat you whole. You wanted him to devour you whole. Wanted him to devour you body, mind, and soul. 

They were lips you were gifted over and over again as you continued to travel with him. Your tentative relationship with the peddler only grew more powerful the longer you two indulged in each other. 

He shared secrets with you that had never seen the light of day before. Secrets of his past and his very purpose on this earth.

You had done the same. Had shared your hopes and dreams and how you’d even come to successfully learn to ward spirits off. 

There was nothing you two hadn’t explored and shared together and you found you never wanted it to end.

Another mononoke haunt began some years later. A battle Kusuriuri himself was struggling to win, the frog spirit having slashed into his thigh much to his annoyance. 

You had been by his side in moments, having already surrounded those being haunted by the Mononoke in a ring of salt. Though he had been by your side for many years now, he was still entranced with your ability to keep such mononoke away. 

“Are you hurt?” You called over the croaking of the spirit before you. One that lashed and clawed and kicked at the invisible barrier you had managed to create. 

As Kusuriuri watched you, he couldn’t help but think of how lucky he was to have you by his side. How lucky he was to belong to you…belong…he wanted to be bound to you for as long as this life would allow. 

“Marry me.” He spoke, his voice keeping that same even tone despite the weight of emotions raging within him. 

You whipped your head around to stare bug-eyed at him. To look at him like he’d gone crazy. 

It was a great shock to say the least. One that had allowed the Mononoke to gain an inch on you. You tried to refocus yourself but--

He had never once mentioned marriage. Any and all marriages you both had witnessed had been practically scoffed at by the peddler. 

“You--you’ve hit your head.” As you glanced at the peddler still sprawled out on the ground behind you. He was looking in a way that made your heart begin to race. Race like how it’d raced when you two first started this strange relationship of yours. 

He looked serious. Very serious.

“I have not.” He said your name slowly. Your heart only gave a fluttering twist. “Marry me.” 

“I--why now? You don’t--since when do you care about that? It is a purely human invention.” 

“You make me…” He gave a pause, taking note of the way your arms were beginning to strain against the effort of keeping the wild spirit back. “Wish to partake in such human inventions.” He saw your eyes, eyes he could spend hours staring into, begin to bubble with tears at his words. 

“You’re serious?” You’re voice came out tight as if still not believing him.

The Mononoke broke through your barrier, then with a roared ribbit. You’re eyes pulled from Kusuriuri and his seemingly impossible question as webbed claws came swiping for your face. 

You’re world blurred as strong hands grabbed you up into equally as strong arms, wind whirling around you as you were rushed away. You grabbed hold of Kusuriuri’s colorful kimono for support as he moved with fluid grace through the hauntee’s home. 

“Deathy.” He purred, lips brushing over the shell of your ear in a way that made your skin explode with goosebumps. 

Your feet had hardly found the ground before he was reaching into the expanse of his outfit to grab a handful of triangle-folded bits of white paper. Kusuriuri threw them in a curving motion, the bits of paper springing into their rectangular shape as they found a temporary home along the floor before you, the walls on either side, and on the ceiling. They flashed a bright red eye as the Mononke rammed itself into yet another invisible barrier. 

The masters of the house you had left to stand in a circle of salt gave frightful screams at the sight of it, but neither you nor Kusuriuri paid them too much mind. 

“You feel for me that deeply?” You questioned, another ribbit shaking the very ground you all stood on. “To be bound to me in that way for as long as I might live?” Kusuriuri crossed the small distance that lay between you both, thin fingers lacing between your own. 

“Yes,” He spoke so surely. “And then some. I wish to be bound to you in this life and the next.” His face grew closer, eyes never once leaving yours. Never once stopped showing you such emotion he so very rarely let run this wild. “Till the skies fall and nothing but dust remains, I wish to belong to you.” You held onto his hand like a lifeline. 

“Oh--only for that long?” You couldn’t help the slight tease. Not when you were feeling so--so loved. A love no one had ever shared with you before. A love you only ever wished to be blessed with by him. 

Kusuriuri cracked a wide grin, the tips of his fanged canines flashing at you. 

“Till the next world is upon us, I wish to love you.” His hand gave yours a squeeze. “Marry me?” He questioned once more.

 Your eyes began to burn all over again in your utter joy. Joy you let spur you forward into his awaiting arms. Joy you let guide your lips against his. A joy you wished to express to him in the passion of the kiss you gave him. A kiss Kusuriuri was quick to give back. A joy he was quick to express back. 

“Yes.” You murmured against his lips. “I wish all that too. I wish to be bound to you. I wish to love you with my every breath. I wish to love you after the breath has ceased to flow through my lungs.” You grinned so bright it began to sting at your cheeks. “Yes. Yes I will marry you.” Kusuriuri kissed you once more. Kissed you so deeply you almost forgot about the Mononoke ribbiting in bloodthirst your way. 

“What are you doing!” The lady of the house screeched. “Proposals?! Now! Get away from each other and kill that thing!”

“Oh, we shouldn’t have thrown her into that bog.” The lord of the house moaned weakly. “We shouldn’t have tossed our little girl into that bog.” A sharp smack sounded as the lady tried to shut her husband up. 

“She was a freak!” Kusuriuri smirked against your lips, blue eyes opening only by the smallest amount to share his sparkling amusement with you. 

“Truth.” He whispered against your lips. You smirked back as the sword tucked safely in his wooden crate gave a click then a bang against its confines. 

“She was five! Such a precious gem.” The lord cried, sobs shaking through his body as the sword gave yet another clicking bang in beg for freedom. 

“Humm…it’s shape?” You whispered in question to the peddler you were ecstatic to forever stay with. 

“It’s shape.” He agreed, turning his face away from you only to watch the wrathful spirit rage. 

“Shall we ask them all the reason?” You again questioned, letting your hand linger in his for a moment longer. 

“I believe we shall.”

[fanfictionstuff]

Amaimon x Reader x Medicine seller (kind of)

This is for the reader who basically gave me the outline for this story, and I added the details for them. Of course, Amaimon is end game. Because he's Amaimon. Adding a gif of Kusururi so some of you know what he looks like while reading. Also, he's really pretty, and now I'm sad there isn't much content for him because I wanted to read some fanfics lmao.

From ages three to five, you experienced peculiar episodes that lasted anywhere from seconds to minutes, yet remained unexplained. Despite numerous visits to doctors, no one could determine the cause. However, everything changed when your family encountered the medicine seller.

“_____, it’s alright, sweetheart. Do you know who I am?" Confused, you blink as you gaze up at your father. His expression is filled with panic, and you can see your mother behind him. “Dad?” A look of relief spreads across his face. “That’s right. Hoshiko! She’s okay." Calling over his shoulder for your mother, he exclaims, “_____!” She rushes towards you, wrapping you in her arms. “Fujio, that took too long.”

Looking over your mother’s shoulder, you notice an unusual man nearby. When his golden eyes meet yours, they widen in surprise, and he approaches you and your parents. “Excuse me, I couldn’t help but notice your daughter’s episode," he says. Your mother instinctively picks you up, stepping back from the advancing stranger. “I'm not sure what you’re talking about," she replies, trying to brush him off.

The man is strikingly pale, almost ghostly white. His hair features a light blue hue with pink tips, adding to his unusual appearance. His makeup is vibrant and eye-catching: the upper eyelids are dusted in blue, while the lower eyelids sport a mix of red and yellow, adorned with red dots and teardrop-like markings beneath each eye—one red and the other blue. A curious red streak runs along his nose, and his upper lip is tinged with purple. He’s so pretty. Despite your parent’s weariness, you feel attached to him right away. “Hello.” You give a shy wave from your mother’s arms.

“Hello,” he grins at you. “I apologize for overstepping, but I’ve seen this a few times before, though it was many years ago.” He gently sets down the large wooden box, but you’re too busy staring at his kimono to pay attention to what he’s saying to your parents. Not only is his face and hair pretty, but his clothing is as well, creating a sensory overload as you try to take in everything. The vibrant colors adorn his dark blue kimono, and he wears traditional wooden sandals. “I am a medicine seller.”

Your father narrows his eyes. “Sorry, but I’m not interested in fraud. I doubt a random medicine seller knows anything about this.” He attempts to wave the man off, but the seller is persistent. Opening a compartment of his box, he picked up a few items, showing each one to your parents while naming them. “I promise you, this will heal her. You can expect everything for yourself.”

“I’m not paying for your scam.”

“Free of charge.”

“Fine.” Hoshiko agrees, gently placing you down. “But allow my husband to examine everything first.”

“Of course.”

That night, you were healed from the affliction that had troubled you. Despite him being a kitsune and your parents exorcists, they were grateful beyond words; your parents ensured that the medicine seller knew he was always welcome to visit. He was free to stay with your family in the spare bedroom. Thus, Kusuriuri became a staple in your life, making occasional appearances every few years. Of course, you grew a silly crush, but that’s all it was. A childhood crush.

It has been five years since the Kitsune last visited your family, but you rarely think of him now that you’re eighteen. Your infatuation with a certain demon king has completely overshadowed your long-forgotten crush. You fell hard for him after meeting Amaimon at the amusement park that day. It seemed that Amaimon shared your feelings as he approached you the moment you were alone after the incident.

Despite the events that unfolded during the camping trip, your feelings for the demon king remained strong; if anything, they deepened. You were heartbroken when you learned what Rin had supposedly done. However, a week later, Amaimon appeared in your bedroom.

The relationship ended abruptly just a week after he started school. Mephisto learned of it and threatened Amaimon, warning him that he would be sent back to Gehenna. You weren't aware of the threat—Mephisto asserted that your parents, being powerful exorcists, would be crucial in the war against Satan, he claimed. So, he pressured Amaimon to break up with you before your parents discovered the relationship, knowing they would never allow their daughter to be with a demon. He never gave you a direct answer as to why. The only time he offered a small hint was when you asked if it was because of someone else. He vehemently denied it and even became frustrated that you would ask such a question. He couldn’t tell you the truth, knowing you’d rebel against your parents. You'll be graduating high school in just a few more months, and he will be yours again. Although he hasn’t mentioned it, you’re in love with him, so everything will be alright. You won’t move on. He can explain everything. It’s only a few more months.

The medicine seller appears at your home only a month after the breakup.

“Mom, what do you want to watch?” you call over your shoulder, excited for family movie night. It’s the first time in days that your parents are home together. Just as you get settled with a bowl of popcorn in your lap, there’s a knock at the door. Your father’s eyes widen in surprise as he answers it. “Kusuriuri? It’s been five years! Come in, come in—we’re about to start a movie. You can join us or just relax in the guest bedroom.”

“Fujio,” Kusuriuri greets your father with a respectful bow as he steps inside, slipping into the guest slippers by the door. He nods to your mother, saying, “Hoshiko,” with the same courtesy, before gazing at you. A smirk spreads across his face, turning his neutral expression into one of playful mischief. “Little _____.”

You narrow your eyes at the handsome fox. “I’m eighteen, Kusuriuri.”

“Already? Has it really been that long?” A look of surprise flits across his face. He hadn’t truly grasped how much time had passed since his last visit to your family. “Time feels like it’s speeding by. I really thought it was only two years.”

Your father chuckles. “It really is; my adorable little girl has grown up; it feels like just yesterday we were celebrating her tenth birthday.” He gestures for Kusuriuri to come further into the house. “Please, put your things away. Would you like to join us for a movie? ______ has suggested a new horror film. She says she can handle them now that she’s been training as an exorcist.” Kujio rolls his eyes. “Sounds like fun.” The kitsune nods in agreement.

Even though Kusuriuri has been gone for five years, it feels as if he never left. Just a few minutes into the movie, you’re already burying your face in his shoulder as he catches the popcorn you nearly dropped during the first jump scare. “You’re handling it well, I see," he teases lightly. “I’m not scared; it’s just a reaction to the stupid jump scares.”

The following day, your parents return to work, and you find Kusuriuri sitting on the sofa, engrossed in the television when you walk into the room. You take a seat beside him on the sofa, and he glances over your figure. “What’s wrong?”

“Huh?”

“You look…off. Is there something I can get you? I have some new medicines. Tell me your symptoms.”

You frown at his inquiry. “It’s nothing.”

“You’re not a good liar _____.”

“My boyfriend broke up with me about a month ago, and I’m still upset,” you admit as you lean back against the sofa. “Maybe it wouldn’t hurt so much if he would just tell me why, but he refuses to explain. It’s awful because we sit beside each other in most of our classes, and we have the same schedule. It feels like I’m being punished for something.”

Kusuriuri looks thought for a moment. “I have something for heartache—remedies that can ease your pain, numb it, and even help erase your feelings altogether.”

“Erase my feelings?”

“Would you like to try it?”

“No, never.”

“Never? What a foolish man to overlook what he has thrown away. Someone as beautiful, intelligent, and caring as you is a true treasure. People can be so shortsighted, especially at your age.” His warm hand gently cups your face as he speaks, his thumb gliding along your lower lip. “Humans are truly foolish.”

You close your eyes and listen to his words. However, Amaimon isn’t human; he is thousands of years older than you. He cannot be dismissed as just a foolish teenager, so why?

Kusuriuri's piercing gaze meets yours for a moment before his hand gently falls away from your face. His eyes soften with understanding, and a small smile crosses his lips. "Love is a peculiar thing, isn't it?" he muses, his voice warm and gentle. "It can bring immense joy, but also unbearable sorrow. People often act on what they believe is right, even when it may hurt others." 

You nod slowly, feeling the weight of his words settle in as you turn to look at him. "But you’re wrong. How could he think that breaking up with me and offering no explanation is right? He doesn’t care that he hurt me. He won’t even speak to me.”

"Let's not talk about him. You may not want anything for the heartache, but I can offer you something to help you feel better. I believe I have the perfect tea for that."

“It’s not drugs, right?”

"Technically, it is, but not those kinds of drugs. I’d never give you something like that.” As he speaks, he stands from the sofa, “Let’s go, I’ve got a few things, you can tell me which you prefer.”

You nod and rise to follow the kitsune into the guest bedroom. “Please, have a seat,” he gestures toward the bed as he drops to one knee in front of his large box. He opens various compartments, searching for something he deems will help you feel the most comfortable. “I believe this tea will be the best choice, though it might be a bit bitter.” When you nod in agreement, he switches on the electric kettle in the room. “Is there anything else I can help you with?” He questions calmly. “My hand hurts.”

“Your hand?”

“Yeah, it’s been sore for a few days,” you reply, lifting your left hand for him to examine. He shifts his focus back to the box, searching for various creams that might help alleviate the pain in your hand. His hands are cool as he takes your left hand in his. Although his claws are sharp, they feel less so than Amaimon’s. Gently, he massages the muscles in your hand, watching your face closely for any sign of pain.

His thumb presses against a tender spot, causing you to flinch. Noticing your discomfort, Kusuriuri gently lifts your hand and presses his warm lips against the aching muscle. “Is this the only spot that hurts?”

“Yeah.” You find yourself frozen, captivated by the mesmerizing depths of his golden eyes. They are so incredibly beautiful that they momentarily distract you from the haunting image of another pair of golden eyes lingering in your mind. “Kusuriuri?” you whisper, leaning in closer to the fox. “Yes?” His gaze shifts to your lips, yet he remains still, allowing you to take the initiative. Although you may not desire a potion or anything he could create to help you forget the one you love, there are other methods, and he is more than willing to assist you in forgetting the stranger who broke your heart. “Can I kiss you?” you whisper. 

Kusuriuri's gaze lingers on your lips, his expression momentarily unreadable. Then, a playful and mischievous glint sparkles in his eyes as he leans in closer, narrowing the distance between you. His lips brush against yours in a feather-light caress, sending a shiver down your spine. The kiss is gentle and tender—warm and comforting—completely different from Amaimon, who kisses you fiercely and passionately, as if he never wants to let you go, except, he did. In this moment, it feels as though time stands still. As you pull back slightly, breathless and wide-eyed, Kusuriuri smiles softly at you. "You may seek solace in me, little _____," he murmurs, his voice low and soothing. "I can offer you respite from your pain, if only for a moment." 

The kettle in the room clicks off, signaling that the water is ready for tea. Kusuriuri rises gracefully, preparing the bitter brew with fluid and elegant movements. He offers you a steaming cup.

"Thank you," you whisper, accepting the cup from Kusuriuri's hands. The bitter aroma of the tea fills the air as you lift it to your lips, taking a small sip. The warmth of the liquid seeps through you, offering comfort and soothing sensations that you hadn't expected. 

As you sit lost in thought, the lingering taste of tea on your tongue, Kusuriuri watches you with a gentle expression in his eyes. Despite the ache in your heart, you allow yourself to be enveloped by the tranquility he radiates in this moment. 

As you finish the tea, Kusuriuri gently takes the cup from your hands and sets it aside. He moves closer, his ethereal beauty captivating you. "Are you feeling better now?" 

“Can I kiss you again?”

He nods, “of course, ______. Use me however you like.”

As you lean in once more, your heart pounding in your chest, Kusuriuri closes the distance between you with a gentle softness that sends a wave of warmth coursing through your body. His lips, warm against yours, evoke a tenderness that ignites a spark of desire. In that fleeting moment, the ache in your heart feels distant. 

The kiss deepens as your fingers weave through his light blue hair, pulling him closer to anchor yourself in this moment. 

As you finally break the kiss, breathless and slightly dazed, Kusuriuri gazes at you with an unreadable expression. He leans in once more, gently brushing his lips against yours before trailing down to your throat. His fangs graze your skin, leaving small marks that will go unnoticed by most. A soft moan escapes your lips from the sensation as Kusuriuri lays you back on the bed, kissing you again.

The room is quiet, save for the soft rustling of fabric as Kusuriuri's hands glide over your body, sending shivers through you. His touch is gentle yet intentional, exploring every curve and contour as if he is trying to memorize every detail. As his lips move from your throat to your collarbone, you find yourself lost in the moment, letting go of all thoughts and distractions.

Suddenly, a faint knock at the door disrupts the peaceful atmosphere. Kusuriuri pauses briefly, then pulls back, his expression once again unreadable. “Kusuriuri? _____?” When he hears your father's voice, Kusuriuri slowly sits upright. “Come in. I’m just brewing _____ some tea. Would you like some, Fujio?” You quickly sit up before the door swings open, reaching for the cup of tea Kusuriuri had prepared for you and adding more water to it. Moments later, the door opens, revealing your father grinning while Kusuriuri kneels, searching for tea for him. 

For the rest of the day, you don’t do much, just sitting around with your parents and Kusuriuri while they ask him what he’s been up to the past five years. You head to bed around ten. Just after you say goodnight to your parents, Kusuriuri catches you in the hallway and presses his warm lips against yours before heading into the living room to spend more time with your parents. 

The next morning, you get ready for school. God, I hate Mondays. You stare at yourself in the mirror, and you can't help but notice that you look a bit better today than you have in the past month. Kusuriuri’s return has definitely lifted your spirits.

“Have Mom and Dad already left?” you ask as you step into the kitchen. Kusuriuri stands by the stove, cooking some eggs. “Yes, they left an hour ago. Sit down; I made you breakfast.” 

The goodbye kiss is more passionate than the kisses had been the previous night. One hand holds the back of your head while the other rests on your waist. He gently glides his tongue along your bottom lip, brushing it against yours for just a moment before pulling away. 

You meet Shiemi halfway to school and quickly lock arms with her. “Good morning!" You grin at the blonde, and her eyes widen in surprise. “You’re in a good mood!"  

"Yeah! The family friend, Kusuriuri—I mentioned him before, right?—is back in town for a visit, and it’s nice to see him again after five years." You explain, as the two of you walk to school. 

Parting ways with your friend, you head towards class. He’s already there, sitting at the desk with a couple of books in front of him. For the first time since the breakup, you blink, feeling unbothered by the demon king. Taking a seat beside Amaimon, you don’t even spare him a glance today. And he notices—how could he not? You’re noticeably more relaxed, indifferent for the first time in a month with him beside you. But the worst part is the scent that overwhelms him the moment you sit down. It’s disgusting. His eyes widen as he realizes that it’s the scent of another man, another demon. He straightens in his seat, snapping his head to examine you, and it catches his attention—something on your throat. A mark. But it’s not like the ones Amaimon once left on you, meant to show everyone you’re taken. No, this mark is subtle, only noticeable to someone who is looking closely. It’s a mark meant only for him to see.

You feel his eyes burning into you, locked onto the mark Kusuriuri left on your throat last night. But he can’t say anything; he has no right to. He broke up with you. He doesn’t love you. A wave of boldness washes over you, prompting you to turn and stare him in the eye. You want him to see that you’ve moved on. But instead of the indifference or anger you expected, you find pain. Pain flickers in his eyes, as if you were the one who ended things. Just then, the teacher enters, and Amaimon stands abruptly, leaving behind his books and everything else, ignoring the teacher's call as he walks out of the classroom. 

“You told me to end the relationship because her parents would never allow her to be with a demon," Amaimon speaks calmly, standing before Mephisto, concealing his emotions and waiting for an explanation.  "That’s correct," Mephisto replied with a nod.  

“Then why have you allowed another demon to take her from me?" Amaimon snarled.  

A look of confusion crossed Mephisto’s face. “You must be mistaken."

“She smells like a demon; there’s a mark on her throat.”

“I assure you, there is no demon here.” 

Mephisto, trying to calm Amaimon, calls your father. You’ve spent the entire weekend at home, so he can assure Amaimon that you haven’t been in the presence of another demon.  

Moments later, Fujio arrives, holding the key that Mephisto provided many years ago. “What’s going on?” he asks, instinctively becoming vigilant at the sense of hostile intentions in the air.  

“Hello, let me make an introduction first,” Mephisto says, standing and gesturing toward his younger brother, who exudes a murderous aura. “This is my younger brother, Amaimon.”

“Okay.” 

“I asked Amaimon to keep an eye out for any other demons coming through the barrier,” Mephisto remarks. “Amaimon insists that Miss ______ is covered by the scent of another demon. Please inform him that is not the case.”

“Actually, Kusuriuri is here visiting. He’s a kitsune and an old family friend.”

Amaimon sees red, but just then, Mephisto quickly appears behind the king, pressing the umbrella against his back as a warning. “There’s one more thing," Mephisto begins. Fujio would finally confirm that he’d never allow _____ to be with a demon. After that, Amaimon can tell him that Kusuriuri might have been slightly intimate with ______. Everything will be taken care of. “You’d never allow _____ to be with a demon, correct?”

“Huh?” 

“You wouldn’t permit ______ to engage in a romantic relationship with a demon, would you?"

Confusion fills Fujio’s face. “That’s an odd question, but I don’t care who she falls in love with. Demon or human.” 

“What?” Mephisto’s eyes widen. 

“Kusuriuri saved _____ when she was younger, and he is a demon. As long as the demon loves her, takes care of her, and she loves him in return, I don’t care if she’s with a demon.”

“Oh.” 

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It’s your lunch break when it happens, and you haven’t had a chance to meet up with your friends yet. Amaimon approaches quickly, his expression determined. You barely have time to process what’s happening before his lips press against yours. The kiss is deep, as if he’s trying to convey all his feelings through it. When he finally pulls away, you open your mouth to question him, but he speaks first. “I love you.” Then, he kisses you again, and again, and again. 

He pushes you against the wall, your lips still connected to his. You don’t notice the key he pulls from his pocket or the fact that you’re actually leaning against a door until you find yourself falling backwards into a room. Amaimon quickly wraps his arms around you, preventing you from hitting the ground. It’s not until you’re lying against the plush mattress that you realize where you are: Amaimon’s bedroom. The moment you hit the bed, it’s as if a switch has flipped. Angrily, you shove the demon away and slap him. The sound is satisfying, and he freezes, staring at the wall before slowly turning his head back to you.

“You asshole.” You sit up in the bed, hitting him again and again. He lowers his head, permitting you to continue the assault. It isn't until your fist starts to ache that you finally stop. “How dare you!” Tears stream down your face as you glare at the demon king standing before you. “You love me?” A bitter laugh escapes your lips. “You don’t love me. You’re just jealous. You want to own me. You’re angry that there is now someone else. You’re upset that I've moved on.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

“You’re sorry that I’ve found someone else.” 

“Do you love him?”

“Yes.” 

It’s true that you love Kusuriuri and will always love him. He is important to you. However, you are not in love with him. 

“More than me?” He questions, eyes burning into yours. 

 “You broke up with me.” 

“Big Brother told me to. He said your parents will play a crucial role in the war, and they’d never accept a demon. If I disobeyed, he threatened to send me back to Gehenna. Graduation is only a few months away, you were supposed to wait for me. I could explain everything, but you didn’t wait.”

“You didn’t tell me to wait! Why didn’t you tell me this.” 

“How was I supposed to know you’d move on within a few weeks? I thought you loved me.” 

Once again, the tears begin to flow. “I do love you, you asshole! I just—I wanted someone. I had nobody to talk to; nobody knew how upset I was, and then Kusuriuri came back. His eyes reminded me of yours." Shaking your head, the tears keep streaming down. “I don’t know, okay? You broke my heart, and I just wanted the pain to stop. Kusuriuri has always brought me happiness. I just wanted to be happy again. But I love you. I’m in love with you, only you.” 

“I’m sorry _____.” He leans his forehead against yours. “I love you.”

You weave your fingers through his hair, tilting your head as you pull him down to kiss him.  “You’re mine, right?” He nods, pressing his warm lips against yours.

“You smell like him. I hate it.” He groans against your lips. “You should never smell like another man. You’re mine.”

“I wouldn’t smell like another man if you hadn’t broken up with me.” He drops his head on your shoulder, nodding in agreement. “I’m sorry, Amaimon.” Guilt begins to wash over you as he holds you tightly. “Nobody knew about us; I didn’t have anyone to lean on. I couldn’t tell Shiemi or any of my other friends because they didn’t even know I was in a relationship. It hurt so much, and then Kusuriuri came. He was the only person I could tell. I just wanted to feel better.” 

“I don’t want to hear you talk about him.” 

Amaimon sits up, and you follow suit. "Wait, what changed? What happened? You didn’t hurt Kusuriuri, did you?!” Your eyes widen at the thought that he might have gone to find the fox.

“You know I don’t like repeating myself.” 

“Just tell me if you hurt him or not.” 

“I went to see Big Brother and questioned him. He said that your parents would never allow you to be with a demon, yet here you are at school, smelling like one, and that bastard left a mark on you.” He frowns, his gaze fixating on the mark. “He insisted that your parents wouldn’t approve and that I must be mistaken. He even called your father to tell me that.”

“And?” 

“Your father said he doesn’t care who you fall in love with—demon or human. As long as he loves you too. ______, I love you. I need you.”  

“…Fine. But if you ever hurt me again, I’ll find Kusuriuri and marry him.” 

Amaimon gives you a blank stare. “I’ll make sure to kill him.”

“Well, if you don’t hurt me again, he won’t be a threat, so leave him alone.” 

The demon king gives you a less-than-impressed look. Rolling your eyes, you push him back onto the bed and climb over him. Gently cupping his face, you threaten, "Hurt me again, and I will exorcise you.” As you speak, your hands slip to his throat, squeezing in a warning gesture, before leaning down to press your lips against his.

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Fujio watches as the younger demon king leaves Mephisto’s office in a hurry. “So, what’s that about?” He questions, pointing towards the door Amaimon has just run through. 

Mephisto clears his throat. “Well, you see…”

The exorcist’s eyes widen upon hearing the story. "Wait, is he the reason for ______'s depression? Oh my god, she’s been in such a terrible mood for a month!" A thoughtful expression then crosses his face. “Actually, it's you who's to blame. You jackass.” 

“Did you catch the part that the fox most likely kissed your daughter, possibly more?” 

"That wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t step in where you didn’t belong. You really need to learn to mind your own business. Do you know what could have prevented all of this? If you had simply asked me from the start what I thought about a human and a demon being in a relationship.” 

“Right. I apologize.” 

[bleeding0heart]

`If given a choice, would you choose to dream forever? Or confront the sardonic reality?`

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

`I'm not gonna listen to what the past says

I've been waiting up all night.`

.・゜゜・

•Denial🌀:

Kusuriuri thought as if he was hallucinating. If this was a dream, then he wanted to wake up.

When your head fell off, thus blood dripped down the ground, time seemed to stop. The medicine seller couldn't breathe, nor move. Instead, he could only stare helplessly as you were beheaded.

Your face, once so beautiful and lively, now a hollow mask of what once was. The crimson liquid now leaked out of the corner of your mouth, your eyes bloodshot red as blood oozed out from the gaps. You now reeked of death.

•Anger💥:

Now those people wanted to take your corpse away from him to burn it? No way in hell he'd let them do it.

Not only had they killed you, but now they wanted to seperate you both? That's outrageous.

•Depression☁:

He felt useless.

Kusuriuri just wanted to crawl into a pit and cry, perhaps dying there too if he could. He hated this, hating himself for not being there for you, hating the people for ending your life.

But no matter how hard he tried to convince himself otherwise

It'd always be his fault.

•Acceptance🕯:

Kusuriuri had lost you for good.

Maybe, just maybe...

He'd meet you in the afterlife.

And he'd make up for it, he swore. He'd spoil you with affection and love, would always be there to protect you, would be a better partner for you.

As he thought about the family that you both could have had, the blade came down on his neck.

...

Something is missing, don't you think so?

[catbread0]

HIHIHI!! Begging on the knees cherry ontop can u pls do a 2024 ver medicine seller with a fem!reader who's known by the maids as extremely unlucky like tripping on thin air and fails the simplest tasks but is a very hardworker enough to be admired by manyPLSPSLSPLSPSLSPSL ☹️☹️☹️☹️🙏🙏🙏

Kon-Kutsuriuri x Unlucky! Fem! Reader

I enjoyed doing this cute request! I hope you enjoy what I wrote and I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes!

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Fluff, mention of injuries, death, and a curse word

Mononoke (2024) Masterlist

Maiden of Misfortune

Ever since you arrived at the Ōoku, you’ve made a title for yourself: The Cursed Nuisance. At least that’s what you are in the eyes of Madame Utayama. You brought more workload than what was already needed. However, she was gracious enough to allow you to continue working in the Ōoku rather than cutting you off. 

You were grateful for Madam Utayama, and you strived to work diligently and earnestly to reimburse her generosity. However, not one of the Seven Gods of Fortune had blessed you. You would trip on your kimono, getting soaked under a sudden storm, dropping important deliveries, standing your kimono with ink, losing your zōri, and that’s just the tip of the iceberg. However, you still worked tirelessly by pushing through the misfortune. You even took on the workload of other maidservants. Many of the maidservants praised and admired your persistence.

It’s been one month since you’ve arrived, the Birth Celebratory Ceremony is nearing, and not much has changed for you, sadly. However, when it was time to partake in drinking the water from the well of the water goddess, there were two new young women you’d never seen before. You soon came to find out their names were Asa and Kame. They were the new maidservants.

It’s been 3 days since they arrived, and you’ve had a few encounters with them. You would be assigned to a task with them, or you would spot one of them and offer to do their current workload. Kame and Asa were grateful for your help. Even if they saw you struggling with some of the common tasks, they still helped when they could. Currently, you are walking around the Ōoku looking for tasks to do. Suddenly, you hear a commotion and quickly walk to where it was happening.

That’s when you saw Kame being scolded and yelled at by Madam Mugitani. You felt empathy for Kame. You were in her shoes multiple times due to your misfortune, and you were also scolded by Madam Mugitani. You immediately tried to defend and de-escalate the situation by saying you would immediately start on the task on behalf of Kame. However, that fell on deaf ears for Madam Mugitani as she took Kame and dragged her away to ‘teach her a lesson’. You and Asa could only watch as Kame pleaded for forgiveness.

After what felt like a few minutes, there was a blood-curdling scream from what sounded to belong to Kame. You quickly dropped whatever you were carrying and ran to where the scream came from. You soon ran to Asa and followed her upstairs, not caring about the samurai's warning. The both of you saw Kame on the ground with a strange man kneeling beside her head. Asa immediately sat next to Kame’s unconscious body. He confirmed that she wasn’t dead. You let out a small sigh of relief.

That relief was short-lived when a thud was heard downstairs with gaps, screams, and sobs following. The 3 of you headed down immediately to see what had happened, and there laid Madam Mugitani’s body. Madam Mugitani's body looked as if her life was sucked out until completely bone dried. She wouldn’t even be recognizable if it wasn’t for her kimono and hair. 

Madame Utayama had arrived, saw the strange man, and in a stern tone said,  “Who the devil are you?” 

The man responded in a monotone and calm tone, “Oh, I’m just… a medicine seller.”

After some time, the ‘medicine seller’ explained the Mononoke and the three elements he needed. Soon after, Madame Utayama gave introductions to not speak of what happened, to say Madam Mugitant is alive and well, and she told the samurai to provide the ‘medicine seller’ a pass. 

You all departed your ways to not upset Madame Utayama any further. With that, you entered your room. You didn’t share it with anyone since the maidservants had thought you might injure someone else if they were to stay with your misfortune. 

As you were putting your futon and getting ready to put this day to rest, you couldn’t stop thinking of that ‘medicine seller’. Who would be so bold to pass the three samurai's to enter the Ōoku, acting so mysterious and intelligent, he wasn’t even afraid of Madame Utayama who could have reported him to his Majesty but instead gave him a pass! And you admit he is quite handsome, unlike those two men who were inspectors, and may you dare say even his majesty! Of course, you are loyal to his majesty, but that ‘medicine seller’ had something that even the emperor couldn’t achieve.

The morning had arrived, and you had breakfast. However, you had gotten a splinter on your index finger from your chopsticks. Then, it was time to have the meeting and listen to Madame Utayama’s speech. When you sat down in the last row to Madame Utayama’s right, you felt as if someone was watching you.

‘Great it’s that playboy again’, you thought to yourself and looked over to where he was to see if it was him. 

To your shock, he wasn’t looking at you…so could it be? You look behind you, trying not to make it obvious. That’s when you accidentally make eye contact with the ‘medicine seller’. 

‘OH KUSO-‘ you quickly look forward and hope he didn’t notice.

Soon, the speech came to an end, but to you, it felt like hours for every minute. You quickly departed from your seating and started working on more tasks and other maidservant's workloads. But every workload you did, you would be careful with your index finger to not cause the splinter to go deeper into your skin. 

When you turned a corner to find more maidservants to help, you bumped into someone.

You immediately bowed and apologized to the person, “Ah forgive me, I didn’t see anyone coming around”

“It’s alright, no need to be formal”, you recognize that voice.

You raised from your bow and realized it was the ‘medicine seller’ from earlier! Ahh, what an embarrassing second impression you made!

“Oh but you're a guest you must be treated with-”, you were cut off by him, “Lend me your hand”

His hand was in front of you, and you debated for a few seconds before giving in. He examined your index finger with the splinter.

“I noticed you’ve been putting your finger in the air when carrying items around. I’ll treat it for you.” He said in a soothing voice.

You saw him let go of your hand and look through the box he carried. He pulled out small tweezers and some medicine cream. He took your hand once again and began to work on the splinter.

You took this time to examine him further now that he was right in front of you. But that’s when it hit you what he said. Was he watching you so often to notice such a small detail?

After a few minutes, he was done and applied the cream on top of where the splitter was. He examined and held your hand for a few more minutes before he made eye contact with you.

“Thank you, you didn’t have to do that, really, mister…uh”, You didn’t know his name. Great job at making a good impression.

“No formality needed,” he said as he continued to hold your hand.

He didn’t answer your question about his name, “Ah right sorry maybe I can make you some food as a form of gratitude. Would that be alright with you, Kon-Kusuriuri?” You remembered he said he had a Taima no ken called “Kon”.

A faint smirk appeared on his lips, and he nodded. You went to one of the many kitchens and started to prepare a simple dish.

Something told you that even if Kusuriuri were to slay this Mononoke, he would still be around after. That alone filled you up with joy. Oh, how you can't wait to see him again now.

Ōoku (1) - The women's quarters of Edo Castle

Zori (2) - Traditional Japanese sandals/footwear

Kuso (3) - It’s like the Japanese word for shit

Taima no ken (4) - Sword of exorcism

~Lilly's

[mokokone]

Hello! I have an idea/request!!! I saw your Kusuriuri's and love them SO MUCH! Can I request maybe a Kusuriuri x reader with the red string, I heard that Kusuriuri is "unlikely that he can ever settle down and marry" so maybe the reader is the one that follows the red string and finds him. You know just a cute writing! Have a good day/afternoon/night! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ ♡♡

A/N: I had to do a little research on Japanese mythology before writing this. Hope you enjoy!♡

The Red Thread [The Medicine Seller/Kusuriuri x Reader Soulmate AU]

When you'd first seen the thin red string that was neatly tied to your pinkie finger, you knew immediately that Okuninushi no Mikoto, the God of Love and Marriage, had bound you to your soulmate.

You so badly wanted to meet them, but you were a little afraid that they might not be what you had imagined. However, as days turned into weeks and weeks into months, the red string remained a constant reminder of the divine connection you shared with your soulmate. You found yourself growing more and more curious about who they could be, wondering if they were thinking about you too.

The anticipation and excitement continued to build, filling your heart with a mixture of hope and apprehension. Every time you looked at the string, you felt a surge of warmth and comfort, knowing that somewhere out there, your soulmate was waiting for you.

Thus, you began your journey through the land of Edo in search of the one connected to you by the red string of fate.

From bustling streets and rural villages to serene gardens and sacred shrines, the sense of connection you felt grew stronger. With each step you took, you felt an unfamiliar, small tug on your pinkie.

However, nothing came from those small tugs on the string. Despite the initial excitement and hope that had filled your heart, the absence of any further signals left you feeling uncertain and restless. You began to wonder if perhaps you had misinterpreted the signs or if the timing was simply not right.

As you were about to lose all hope, you suddenly felt that one constant pull, and you almost thought your finger was going to come off.

Curiosity is eating you alive. You take a deep breath and stand, following the string whenever it tugs. It was as if it was guiding you.

You want to know who you are connected to and why. You follow until the red string leads you to a red torii gate. Passing through, you're met with a gorgeous garden of pink hydrangeas and a beautiful shrine covered in papar Ofuda.

You stare at it in awe for a moment until the red string begins to glow brightly.

Slowly, you approach the shrine and see a man sitting on the engawa.

He had dirty blonde hair and wore a purple bandanna. He's dressed in a vibrant kimono with beautiful psychedelic patterns, and his appearance looks elven-like. The outsides of his eyes are outlined by strange markings, with the ones underneath forming the appearance of teardrops. And his upper lip is painted purple, making it appear that he is constantly smiling.

He doesn't look human at all. In fact, he remained like a sly fox. But the red string seems to connect to him as it does to you.

For a moment, you stare at him until his gaze meets yours.

"Oh!" His voice is velvety and attractive as he raises a tad, "A visitor."

Suddenly, you felt naked as he shamelessly eyed you up and down; the corners of his mouth curled along with his painted lips in an amused smirk.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of this special visit?" He asked.

"Are you... my soulmate?" You asked shyly, slowly inching your way closer.

You wanted to get closer to him, but stopped a few feet from him so as not to invade his personal space. You were strangers. The enchanted Ofuda covering the shrine acts as a warning to you to keep away.

"Hmm, perhaps I am." He tilts his head in question. "First, I'm hunting Mononoke, and the next thing I know is that I have a red string tied to my finger."

He then eyed the string tied to your own finger as his smile widens. Gently, he pulls at the red thread as if trying to pull you forward.

"It would seem the old man has a sense of humor," He said.

Your face heats up in embarrassment as you shyly avert your gaze toward the ground. However, another tug on the string brings your attention back to him.

"Anyway, I've been waiting for you to come find me," He replies.

"Y-you have?"

He nods.

"Though, you'll have to excuse all these... decorations," he says, gesturing towards the paper ofuda covering the shrine. "They were for safety measures in case you were a mononoke. Okuninushi is an old friend of mine, and I had assumed this was his way of a joke. But apparently I was wrong."

"Uh, do you have a name?" You asked him.

"I'm just a humble medicine seller," He answers nonchalantly.

"You don't have a name?" You tilt your head in question.

Another smile graced his painted lips, and he is like a fox.

"I am but a humble medicine seller, nothing more."

Did he simply not have a name, or was he hiding it out of habit? Either way, you decided to call him as is.

"Kusuriuri, then," you say.

The Medicine Seller, or "Kusuriuri," grins in response, the sight of his sharp canines making your heart thump faster as the red string of fate that connects you both glows brighter.

Soon, he silently motions you over to sit next to him, which, after a little hesitation, you do.

For a moment, neither of you speak, the tranquil silence enveloping the space between you like a soft, comforting blanket, creating an atmosphere filled with anticipation. You feel Kusuriuri's enigmatic gaze on you, and for a second, you think that he's displeased by what he sees.

What if he finds you mediocre, ugly, or disgusting?

"Are you happy with the result?" He suddenly asked, nearly making you jump.

"Eh?" You meet his gaze. "M-me..?"

He nods in response, a gentle affirmation that propels your heart into a flurry of emotions as you realize the depth of his query.

"Yes."

Oh! Apparently he was having the same thoughts as you and is now asking if you're happy with the outcome.

You're not sure if it's the red thread that ties your souls inextricably together, but you couldn't be happier to have finally met him. It's clear he's not human, but you refuse to let such distinctions cloud your feelings or cloud your judgment of what truly matters.

"Okuninushi wants to know if you're satisfied with me being your soulmate. It is why the red thread glows," Kusuriuri explains, his words carrying a weight of significance. "If you are disappointed or unhappy, then you can untie and remove it from your finger." He added.

You're surprised by this. I mean, did you really want to untie the string? Yes, you and Kusuriuri are strangers and hardly know each other. But surely there's a reason why the God of Love and Marriage chose Kusuriuri to be your one and only.

Feeling a mix of curiosity and apprehension, you gaze at the glowing thread that binds you and Kusuriuri together. As the significance of the situation sinks in, you find yourself hesitating, unsure of whether to keep the thread intact or to sever it and potentially change the course of destiny.

However, Kusuriuri doesn't seem to be complaining much since he's making no effort to remove the string, which piqued your curiosity.

"Are you happy, Kusuriuri-san?" You asked while averting your gaze back to him. "Are you satisfied with me being your soulmate?"

The words tumble out of your mouth in a rush, betraying the anxiety that has been building up inside you.

For a moment, he said nothing and only stared at you, which started to worry you. However, the corner of his lips arched upward as he smiled. His smile is enigmatic, hinting at a depth of emotion that you can't quite decipher.

"Only if you don't find me uninteresting," he says. "I am quite satisfied with my result." His words are cryptic yet strangely comforting, leaving you with a sense of peace.

"You are?"

"Yes, very much."

Slowly, he leans in close until he's inches away from your face. The sudden proximity made your face feel warm. His presence feels both familiar and unknown, drawing you in with a magnetic pull.

"I must admit, it gets lonely traveling alone, and I could use some company," he tells you with a soft smile.

The warmth of his eyes draws you in, hinting at a desire for connection and shared experiences in the boundless expanse of the world.

"Then, yes, I am happy, Kusuriuri-san," you finally answer in earnest.

Okuninushi didn't make no mistake.

"Then, would you care to join me on my travels, my dear?" He asked you.

You nod in agreement, still mesmerized by the sincerity and depth of his gaze, you feel an unspoken invitation to join him on an adventure, uncertain of the destination but eager for the journey ahead.

Without a word exchanged, the silence between you speaks volumes as you both lean in, closing the distance between your lips. In that fleeting moment of connection, the world around you fades into insignificance, leaving only the sensation of his touch and the shared intimacy of that tender kiss.

The red string of fate glows brighter, as does your bond.

[bugs1nmybrain]

Mall Slut ~ Shigaraki x Reader

Summary: Shigaraki and the reader go to the dispensary in the mall, get stoned, and get really horny. So they fuck.

Author's Notes: I've been contemplating writing this fic for a while. It's a silly concept to me, and I wish I could live this fantasy irl to be honest. The reader has specific physical and personality characteristics, they're meant to resemble me

Traits About the Reader: she/her pronouns, fem presenting and an afab body, alternative aesthetic, big ass, short

Warnings: NSFW (18+ MDNI), fem reader, drug use (marijuana), Tomura is a bad influence, sex while stoned, bathroom sex, spanking, exhibitionism, Shigaraki has blue hair, brat taming, wrote this while stoned, POV swings, Shigaraki calls the reader a slut, squirting, daddy kink, reader is resistant to Tomura's quirk

Going to the mall was one of Tomura's most frequent pastimes, when he wasn't too busy being pissed off at hero society. Sometimes, he'd simply let himself throw a hoodie on so no one would recognize him, and get out a bit. Maybe check out some game stores, maybe a hot topic if he was feeling desperate for merch. However, one spot in the mall was his favorite, for reasons. And no, it wasn't Spencers.

"You'd be surprised by the deals they have here," Tomura commented as you both strolled your way down the crowded mall. You dodged some idiots who didn't look where they were walking, almost bumping into you. Tomura's face lit up with evident annoyance, but you simply tugged on his arm and kept walking.

The effect you had on him was criminal, he'd say. How such an abrasive, pessimistic, and irritable man could be railed in by one cute little alt girl with a fat ass.

Seriously, you always had to wear the sluttiest skirts that showed off your thighs and hips. Very unfair in his opinion.

You two had finally reached the dispensary, by the name of "Garden Aromas." Good weed store name. You two entered in to see a few people roaming around, looking at products. There was a decent line forming.

"I'm thinking carts," Tomura says, leading both of you straight to the vape section.

"You have that kind of money?" you asked, knowing how expensive that shit is.

"It's fine. I got lent some cash from Kurogiri and I also found a wallet on the ground the other day. I've got money."

"What kind, then?"

"You choose."

You eyeballed the selection of strains. You were at the mall, so nothing to make you sleepy. Or too cognitively impaired. You could very well ask the budtender what he'd recommend, but you hated talking to strangers.

"Me?"

"Who the fuck else would I be talking to?"

"Mimosa."

"Pick one more, between you and I that will be gone in less than a day."

"Fuck..uh..strawberry cough."

"Aight."

Tomura and you waited in line for a bit before coming up to the counter. You told the seller what strains you wanted so he could grab them from their locked casing. You brought out your medicinal card (Tomura didn't have one) and kaching.

The carts went into a special bag and handed over to you, but Tomura took the bag from your hands as soon as it ended up in them. As you two exited the store, Tomura went roaming around in his black backpack that he brought, quickly pulling out the battery to a dab pen. He takes one of the carts from it's packaging and attaches it to the battery before taking a brief hit from it.

"Uh..we're out here," you comment, nerved by the fact that someone could see Tomura hitting the pen out in the open, not bothering to censor himself.

"It's fine. No one will care, as long as it's not in front of one of those mall cops. Most people would probably think it's nicotine, anyways."

"I guess you have a point."

"Of course I do. Here."

Tomura shoved the pen in your hand. You two were currently at a fountain. You took a hit from the pen, not really thinking about how much you were inhaling. As soon as you exhaled, you coughed up a storm, and if you two weren't standing out before, you surely were now.

"Haha!" Tomura cackles. He always got a kick out of your amateur lungs. "People are gonna think you're sick. We should find a better spot."

"y.." you were starting to feel it coming. "yea."

"Come on. I know where to go."

"Okee."

You were sooo stoned. Just from that one dreadful hit. You tried to wrap your head around your surroundings as Tomura pulled you around the mall. Not only were you stoned, but you were also pretty short. If you'd let him he'd probably keep you on a damn leash all the time; you were simply too easy to lose.

"Where are we going, Tomura?"

"Here."

You hadn't been paying much attention to the direction you were walking. Tomura stopped in front of the restrooms and was now dragging you to the men's bathroom. It didn't smell the best. Tomura stopped a little bit before the entrance and glanced in to see if there was anyone in.

"We're good. Come on."

There weren't many stalls in this bathroom, only two and then many urinals. Tomura placed his hand on your back and guided you to the farthest stall, locking the door behind him. It was a big stall, thankfully. Tomura took out the pen once more and clicked on the button to activate it. He pulled for a long time. When he finally stopped, he held the vape in his lungs for a couple seconds before exhaling.

"This hits nice. I've always considered it relaxing," he says, twirling the pen in his hands as he simply stared at it, and continued to talk to you. "How are you feeling? Are you fucked up?"

"I'm stoned, yea."

"Anything more special than that?"

"I mean. You look cute right now. Like cuter than usual. I don't know if it's because I'm stoned but..you're cute."

He stood there in awe, not expecting that response. You didn't either, it just came out. It was true though, as you allowed yourself to look at Tomura's face, or at least what you could see with his hoodie on, you became reminded of how much you adore him. His shaggy blue hair, blood-red eyes, and dry skin all were traits about him you found especially alluring. Some people wouldn't understand the dry skin part, but it was a staple of Tomura's. You couldn't really imagine him with smooth skin. It wasn't a bother, he looked like him, which was perfect for you.

"You're definitely high," Tomura shrugs, slumping back on the door. "You need to get your eyes checked."

"Nuh-uh. You're cute."

"You're a liar, then."

"I'm being for real," you reached out and without thought, wrapped your arms around Tomura and rested your head comfortably underneath his chin. "You're snuggly, too."

"You and I clearly are not smoking the same shit."

"It's vape."

"Shut up."

He put up this fight and displayed himself as if he was annoyed, but he never pushed you away or tensed up as if he was uncomfortable. In fact, the embrace soothed him in a way. It almost pissed him off, knowing how much of a damaged and deranged person he is, and knowing that at the end of the day, you still give him the warmest hugs and call him silly.

"You know..your boobs are pushing against me."

"Eheheh...should I move away?"

"Rnn...no, I guess not."

With that response, you held him even tighter, nuzzling your face at his neck.

He smelt nice. Well, maybe not "nice." Tomura wasn't the freshest guy. He wasn't utterly disgusting, and he didn't smell intolerable, just a little funky. It was a natural musk that calmed you, because the smell was his alone, and comforted you.

His smell was making you feel...clingy. Not to mention his form pressing against you. Tomura's temperature was confusing. To the touch, he's often chilly. However, when you're caught in each other's embrace he seems like a furnace.

"Y/N.."

"What?"

"I have a semi."

You backed up a little and looked down at his crotch. Surely, there was a bit of a bulge. He always wore slim-fit pants so it wasn't hard (ha) to tell when he had a boner. Without consideration about your location, you instinctively went to fumble his bulge through his pants, giving you a startled response from Tomura.

"Hey, if you start that, you know how it'll end."

"I know."

You could swear you felt Tomura's bulge move a little when you said that. You being a little brat never failed to ignite something in him.

"Is that right?" Shiggy flirted. "Then are you gonna be a good girl about it?"

Your face was already flushed from the weed, but now it was even worse. You nodded with a whimper. Tomura watched as you pulled down his boxers, his dick wobbling out afterwards.

Eagerly, you gripped his cock and stroked it in pace, triggering a satisfied grunt from Tomura. You were such a perfect slut for him. He thought to himself that you were doing this on purpose. Touching him in the bathroom like this. Did you want to get fucked in a public bathroom? For people to hear as he made you weak? Heh...

He was going to test this hypothesis.

Shigaraki reached out to stroke your hair a little, tucking your strands behind your ears. His eyes remained lidded, looking at you with lust. He wanted to take you right now, but he wanted to make you all cute and horny for him first. He knew how to get you that way, too.

"Care to give me a show?"

"Hm?"

"Don't hm me. Let me see how pretty you are without that shirt on, hm?"

You blushed and darted your eyes down to his cock to avoid looking at him in the eyes. He giggles at your adorable, shy demeanor. After snickering at his needy request, you tug your shirt over your head clumsily, revealing your black push-up.

"That's coming off too, I hope?"

"Where are your manners?"

"Pllleeeeeeaaaaassseeee?"

And down came your bra. And weren't you a sight for sore eyes? Not only did Tomura adore your tits, you were also accompanied by a pretty black shirt. Easy access. He slid his hands in between your thighs, grazing your panties with his fingers.

"You're wet, hehe..." sometimes when you smoked you got soaked much quicker and easier. It probably had something to do with the sensory processing that came with being high, but it worked in Tomura's favor.

"Mmm.."

How cute. Already whimpering for him and he hasn't done anything to you. You kept stroking Tomura's cock as you had been while he took your face in his hands and kissed you with hunger. It caused you to let go of his cock and lean closer into his embrace, pulling at his sweatshirt while you kissed. Tomura was a bit disappointed at the absence of your hand but distracted himself by reaching behind to grab your ass.

He moved his hands to your waist and held you firmly. He then proceeded to readjust the both of you, so that you were facing away from him. He made sure to let you lean against a wall for support. Tomura flicked your pretty skirt up to reveal your even prettier panties. Soft and lacey and colored black.

Too bad that your pussy was even prettier because your panties didn't remain on for much longer. Tomura pulled them off your ass, watching them drop to your ankles. He touched your pussy, stroking from your clit to your pussy lips. You were drenched, even just the slightest touch, and his fingers ended up sticky. He plunged two fingers into your core and rubbed your g spot perfectly.

"HmMM!!"

"Shhh...be a good slut and keep your voice down."

"Mhmm.."

Shiggy pulls his fingers out and goes back to your clit, rubbing it in swift motion, making you tremble for him.

"That feel good? Or are you just stoned?"

"Tomura..please...a little more."

He took a free hand and toyed with your nipple while he fingered you, burying his face in your neck from behind as he did so. His relentless stimulation drove you to a familiar feeling much quicker than you expected.

"MmMMm~!"

"Hehe...such a good little whore. I can feel your clit twitching on my fingers and everything."

"It's your fault!"

"MY fault? Who's the one walking around in these little miniskirts, pushing her tits up against me and grabbing my dick?"

His fingers got faster and more calculated and you could feel yourself beginning to cum.

"Aa-aawwh..."

"Ehehehe... good whore." Tomura kissed your neck while you came on his fingers, clit pulsing against the pads of them.

Tomura gave you a kiss on the neck as he allowed your pussy a few seconds of recovery. He began rubbing his dick along your slit soon after, eliciting a small yelp of surprise from you.

Then, you heard the sounds of someone's footsteps walking in. You tensed up a bit, worried about what their reaction would be, but your arousal caused you to gravitate your ass closer to Tomura, and he sank his cock all the way into your wet cunt.

"Ah!"

"Mmm..hehehe...shh..can't be too loud, can ya?"

Tomura began thrusting in and out of your pussy, trying to be discreet. It was hard, though, because the bathroom echoed at the slightest noise and Tomura couldn't control how his hips bucked against your ass. His feral desire felt himself become hungry at the sight of your ass jiggling as he thrusts into you. His pace becomes rougher, as he tries to recreate the image again and again.

"t-tomura.."

He doesn't say anything, but Tomura grunts again, this time adding in some heavy breaths and sighs. You looked so hot right now, and he fucking adored how you whined for him as he fucked you for any man in the mall to hear.

You heard a flush of the urinal but the person did not wash their hands from what you could tell. He could've been gross, but maybe he just wanted to get away from what you and Tomura were doing a bad job at hiding.

There (probably) wasn't anyone else in the bathroom now, so Tomura gave up all restraint on your cunt. He grips your waist and bounces you on his cock. As he watches your pretty ass do it's thing, he lands a swift smack on it.

"AH!"

"You're so hot..fuck.."

Your ass was red now, and Tomura would've almost felt bad if he wasn't such a sadist. He rubs it tenderly to soothe you, as he perceives that as his way of being "nice." It doesn't take long until he smacks it again, though, cock leaking at how you'd yelp at the attack.

"Tomura...I'm gonna.."

He didn't know what you were gonna do, but he was gonna make you scream while you did it. He plunged his cock in and out of you rapidly, angling it to rub your g-spot deeply, kissing your cervix while he did so.

"Awwh!~"

Suddenly, a small amount of clear fluid squirted out from your pussy, now leaking down from your thighs.

"Did you just piss?" Shiggy asks as if he's disgusted, but makes no effort to stop or even slow down the pace.

"I-I don't know!"

"Did my cute little girl squirt for daddy, then?"

"Rnn...mhm.." you weren't sure if he could see you nodding, but he was about to cum. You could tell by how deeper, faster, and uncoordinated his thrusts became.

"Aw..fuck I love you.."

"Mmm?"

"You know what I said.." His hips buck against your ass some more, but Tomura finally lets out a geeky groan, cumming deep inside of you. His cum seeps deep in you and as he pulls out, a little trail strings out as well.

"Hehe..."

You were panting like a dog, leaning your arms against the wall for balance. Shigaraki tucks his cock back in his boxers, and then reaches to grab the pen again. You weren't facing him, but you could see a puffy cloud form in front of your face. You turn around to see him ripping the pen and then offering it to you.

"Here's your aftercare."

"That's so romantic of you, Tomura."

"Uh-huh. Wanna go get some food?"

"Yea."

You took the pen from Tomura and took a hit yourself. The adrenaline from the sex mixed with your intoxication made you feel heavy, but Tomura's company provided you with a sense of safety. Which was funny, considering this whole mall would shut down if anyone knew he was here.

"I want ramen."

"I want a kiss."

"Damn, come here then, loser."

Tomura caves into your soft nature and leans down for short but sweet kiss. His lips were chapped, per usual, but they were still supple somehow. He was also very affectionate with his tongue.

He pulls away and opens the door, cocking his head to signal you to get out. As you both walked out you saw as someone was standing at the mirrors, typing on his phone. How long was he there? Tomura pays no bother and pulls you out of the bathroom, and you make your way to the food court.

[an-idyllic-novelist]

Hotaru Haganezuka with Chise!reader headcanons 🎐🪴

Warnings: OOC, aged up!reader (will be in their late twenties), foul language from Hotaru, mentions of enslavement, violence, blood, and the setting takes place five years before the main plot of Kimetsu no Yaiba/Demon Slayer, so Hotaru will be 32 years old instead of his canon age, 37.

If any of the following warnings might be a potential trigger, please hit the back button on your mobile device or computer and read something else.

This is a two-part collaboration with @deathmetalunicorn1 featuring the character!reader as Chise Hatori from the anime/manga series, The Ancient Magus’ Bride.

Our inspiration came from the magnificent Haganezuka x reader created by @yuki2sksksk. If you guys haven't check it out, do so because it is amazing and deserve more recognition! :)

Before we begin, here a few words from my dear colleague @deathmetalunicorn1:

"I hope you all enjoy the fruits of our combined hard work on this project. Please stay safe and don't hate us for the cliffhanger :P

With that being said, sit back, relax, and enjoy! ;)

PART TWO LINK IS HERE

PART THREE LINK IS HERE

PART ONE: HITSUZEN

Being in a romantic relationship with Hotaru Haganezuka is not simple, even after five years of marriage. [First Name] would not have it any other way, though, because this temperamental man makes each passing second worth it. If she was given the choice to go back in time and start all over again, she would still reach out to the swordsmith. 

The two of them were acquaintances in the beginning, connected through Kanamori. [First Name] was one of two medicine peddlers who have set up shop in the village, selling their wares and providing treatment to ailing patients. Unfortunately, the chief was an occasional client due to his underlying medical conditions and old age, but thankfully  his tenacity allowed him to bounce back to his cheerful self with the proper medicines. Haganezuka was the one who picked  up the elder’s prescription when the latter caught a spring cold.

Their first meeting had been…awkward to say the least. 

She had been in the back wrapping up Lord Tecchin’s order in thick brown paper to ensure the corked, glass bottles were protected if the package accidentally fell on the ground when she heard the front door slide open, followed by an annoyed voice calling out if anyone was around. [First Name] promised to be right out, grabbing the parcel and walking quickly to the shop’s front.  There, Haganezuka stood; with his mask on, she couldn’t tell if she kept him waiting too long. 

“Oi. You’re the medicine woman?” He asked curtly. Kanamori mentioned before that annoyed or slightly pissed off pitch in his voice is normal, so she didn’t mind it and bowed to him.

“I am.” She introduced herself with a polite smile, holding up the package. “You’re here to deliver this to Lord Tecchin, yes?” Haganezuka nodded. She gave it to him as she bowed to him again, wishing the swordsman to travel safely. He left without saying another word….and it was a good thing that he did. 

If he could see them, he’d probably scream at the ayakashi hovering just outside of the shop. The wind chimes were enchanted to prevent them from coming any further and causing havoc. But it looked like [First Name] would have to ask the woodcutter to make at least three more to cover the shop’s outside perimeter. Maybe throwing salt twice a day, in the morning and in the evening, might help too. 

These ayakashi, yokai, and the more friendlier ‘neighbors’, have been here since the dawn of time. They exist in the void, in stories passed down from one generation to the next. If they manifest in the human world, feeding on negative emotions, it was [First Name]’s job to purify and eliminate them. 

But they were drawn to her like a moth to the flame because they know…they know  this medicine seller isn’t entirely human nor a demon created by Muzan. [First Name] was something else, something she didn’t want others to find out or else she’d have to move again. She was really starting to enjoy living here, at least the outside of it while her shop was located a block away from the udon stand. 

Everyone was nice to her, and the kids, at least some of them, liked to learn about the herbs she collected or how to use them. The swordsmen and their spouses would always greet her, asking how her day was going or to be careful on her next trip to search for herbs in the nearby mountains. [First Name] prayed that this monotonous yet peaceful life will continue. 

Haganezuka had never noticed the medicine woman until he picked up the old man’s prescription. She wasn’t unusual in appearance or demeanor; [Hair Color] tresses falling past her neck, pulled back in a low ponytail, limpid [Eye Color] orbs. Coiled around her neck on a leather cord was a polished stone necklace with a natural hole in the center of it. She wore a dark green kimono with a yellow obi sprinkled with white spots, the color of the obi matching the ginkgo leaves of her black haori. She wore the same outfit every day. Definitely not unusual unless you’re from a noble house or rich enough to have more than two sets of clothes. 

That brat Kotetsu seemed to like her well enough; he’d seen him and some of the other kids help her gather herbs in exchange for sweets, but she didn’t let them go too far in the mountains, only at the foot or surrounding fields. She acted as a mentor or chaperone to them, patting their heads when they did a good job and stepping in when things got too heated between them, whether it’s about finding the correct herb or something else a kid would be willingly to fight over with a friend.

The other villagers seemed to like her too. Even Kanamori and his wife, and old man Tecchin. He’d hear snippets of their conversation with the medicine woman, like how Kanamori said these words to her:

“Good morning, [Last Name]! Are you heading to the mountains again?”

“Mm. It shouldn’t take me too long this time though. Morinozuka will be giving birth soon, so I’ll be making another patch of pain reliever when I get back. How is your wife, Kanamori? Is she feeling well today?”

“Much better, thank you!” Kanamori said. “She would like it if you’d join us for dinner this evening.”

“Oh. I don’t to impose -”

“We insist!”

“....All right. I’ll close up early once the work is finished.”

“Wonderful! See you then, [Last Name]!” Kanamori waved good-bye to the medicine woman as she turned away and headed towards the gates, a large lacquered box strapped to her back. 

No, he was not spying on them from behind a building. He just happened to be passing by, nothing more than that!

Honestly, Haganezuka isn’t sure what to make of the medicine woman. She was everywhere now - at Tecchin’s estate, traveling the streets to deliver her client’s prescriptions, with the children, and outside of her shop either watering her potted plants or fiddling with the wind chimes. 

He wasn’t sure when it started..when she became a distraction. 

After returning to the village once he’d completed a delivery, he began to seek out the medicine woman. He wanted to know what she was doing; organizing her wares, dusting those shelves crammed with glass jars filled with fresh or dry plants? What is she eating for lunch? Does she take regular breaks from her work, or did she keep going until the sun had gone down and went home?

If she wasn’t in town or resting at home,  he’d immediately assume she went to the mountains and sit outside the sweets shop, munching on mitarashi dango until he saw she’d returned safely. 

And he wasn’t doing all of this because he is worried about an unmarried, young woman who practiced medicine venturing out on her own in a dangerous world teeming with flesh-eating demons. Not at all. Clearly if she can handle almost daily trips to the mountains, she can take care of herself! She doesn’t need anyone to look after her. 

That’s what he’s been telling himself, so why won’t this weird feeling in his stomach go away? Maybe he was sick…that had to be it. He couldn’t afford to get sick now, he’s got work to do, dammit!

Looks like he really has no choice but to go to the medicine woman’s shop. Get herbs for whatever ailment he’s caught, and see that she is safe and sound in her establishment today. A win-win situation. 

However, even after he’d acquired an herbal remedy and took it twice a day as the medicine woman instructed, that bizarre, flip-flopping in his stomach and heart did not go away. If anything, it got worse when he was around her.

He wanted to put all of the blame on her…yet was it really her fault when she hasn’t done anything wrong? Normally he didn’t give a damn what others thought about him whether they were a respected elder or a snot-nosed kid, so what made [First Name] [Last Name] an exception?

The answer to this question came to him at the sweets shop. He had just finished his work for the day and decided to treat himself with several sticks of freshly made mitarashi dango with a cup of green tea, sitting outside on a bench. When he saw the medicine woman pass by with a weary expression on her face, Haganezuka’s body moved on its own, walking towards her and offering the confectionery he was just about to eat. The exhaustion in her eyes perked up at seeing the food in his hand…then uncertainty. 

Like she didn’t want to be a burden and take something from someone, even when that person is willing to do so. 

That’s probably what pissed him off so much that he pushed not one but two dango sticks into her hands before stomping away. He’d hoped that would be enough to calm his thumping heart, to forget about the medicine woman so he could focus on his craft, but that soft ‘thank you’ tumbled from her mouth to his ears…damn it!

If that hadn’t been enough to piss him off and send him packing to the mountains the following day, it was when Kanamori pressed five coins in his hand, saying the money was from their mutual friend. It was the equivalent of the mitarashi dango and tea plus enough to buy an additional stick of the sticky confectionery.  

What is with that woman?!?

He was familiar with the trail up to the bone-white range of craggy cliffs. He’d first pass two rocks stacked on top of each other, followed by the god of safe travels on the right side of the road. He’d briefly pray to it and leave a pretty stone as an offering before continuing the trek.  

He’ll soon see the vast evergreen wilderness stretching from the northeast, the scent of pine needles tickling his nose. Within forty minutes of traversing through the muddy road and wet vegetation, he finally entered the mountain’s gaping mouth. Haganezuka inhaled a deep breath, savoring the crisp air and the mild chill in his bones, already feeling so much better than being confined in the village. 

Carefully removing the straps of his traveling bag from his shoulders, Haganezuka set it down on the ground and began pulling out the tools needed to carefully mine the ores he used to forge the nichirin swords for his clients without severely damaging the mountain’s interior. Double checking that he had everything he needed, the swordsmith allowed himself to forget the affairs in the outside world and immediately went to work. 

He had only removed five very gorgeous pieces of ores when he heard pebbles shifting and sliding coming from inside the cave…as he recalled, he is the only one here. He paused for a moment, reaiming still as a statue for a moment before shrugging his shoulders, resuming the task of obtaining a sixth ore. He braced himself, ready to stand up and find another spot when he heard a low growl. Thinking it was a bear that had made the noise earlier, the swordsmith braced himself for evasive maneuvers and an escape route as he shifted a leg backwards. But when he looked up…all he could see, no, feel, was warmth. A burning sensation. 

Turning around, his eyes widened in horror and confusion as his gaze fell upon the largest lizard he’d ever seen in his entire life. Its obsidian scales glowed beneath the flame that began at the crown of its head to the tip of its tail. Amber orbs flashed dangerously as it stared darkly at him.

For whatever reason, this thing was pissed.

In his shock, he barely managed to dodge a swipe of its claws when it raised its right leg towards him. His clothes weren’t torn, but his mask shattered onto the ground. Haganezuka rolled away to dodge another attack, though this time those claws dug into his back and it fucking hurt.

He pushed his body upwards, scrambling to put some distance between himself and this lizard as the latter crawled towards him, snapping its jaws and the earth beneath its feet melting. He felt his heart hammer rapidly in his chest as its throat began to emit an iridescent glow, growing brighter and brighter behind its rows of razor-sharp teeth. 

“Get down!”

He snapped out of his trance, his eyes widening in shock and confusion as he saw the medicine woman race towards him and the lizard. The thing turned around too, its jaws widening and ready to attack when [First Name] threw a small, circular orb with greenish liquid sloshing inside right into the creature’s mouth. It screeched, throwing its head back as thick wisps of black smoke erupted between its teeth, body swaying until it collapsed into a boneless heap on the ground, right by his feet. 

Although flushed and slightly out of breath, the medicine woman looked incredibly relieved before she looked at him with a pinched brow, anxiety and concern darkening her eyes as she kneeled by his side, removing the large medicine box from her back, setting it down and began opening its drawers, pulling out bandages, herbs, scissors, and tiny glass vials. 

“Thank goodness I made it in time before something happened to you, Haganezuka. Are you alright? Did the salamander bite you? Hm, doesn’t look like it. No damage to your arms or front. Let me see your back. Oh, no. Oh dear, this is not good. I’ll need to use some of this and that, and bandage you up until we get back to the village. Haganezuka, I need you to stay as still as possible for me while I apply this medicine on, all right? It’ll sting, and it might hurt, but that’s a good sign. If the salamander’s claw had dug any deeper, it would’ve been a much more serious injury.” 

He couldn’t speak, his eyes darting between her and the…salamander as the confusion in his mind deepened until he couldn’t contain his frustration and yelled, “What the hell is going on here?!”

She blinked, more startled at his raised voice than annoyed or terrified before she sighed, standing up with her supplies and kneeled behind him. “That was a salamander. As you saw, it can breathe fire like the dragons from those Western fairy tales. I’ve put it to sleep with a draught, but there’s no need to worry now. It’ll be out for several hours. Though, in theory they aren’t supposed to even be here. They normally live at a higher altitude in the mountains or make their nests around volcanoes.” She glanced over at the slumbering beast. “The fact there’s one here is alarming. No one from the village will be safe until it can be safely removed….and its babies.”

“Babies?!”

“Mm. The black ones are female. The scales of their mates are much brighter and colorful…no, more ostentatious. Almost like a peacock’s feathers. Beautiful to entice a potential partner in a dance, but not at all durable. Still…the fact that it showed itself to you….it must have wanted you to see something.”

“It wanted me to see something?” He asked, releasing a low hiss as he felt a stinging, white-hot sensation spread across his back. The medicine woman quickly apologized, squeezing his shoulder briefly before resuming her treatment. “Salamanders cannot be seen by normal humans because they are creatures attuned to magic. They’re what you’d call a ‘neighbor’. As for what it wanted you to see…I don’t know.” She said, carefully lowering his shirt once the bandages were secured around the torso. Her brow furrowed in contemplation.

“She might have known you weren’t a threat, but got scared when you were getting too close to her nest. If you respect the neighbors, they will respect you in turn. There. All done. Now, we need to get you out of here. Are you able to walk all right on your own?” 

He nodded, standing up immediately before he hissed in pain. “Yeah. By the way…you’re not gonna stay here with this salamander, are you?” He asked. She might have knocked it out with that potion, but he was not going to leave her in the mountain by herself. It would leave a bad taste in his mouth, and Kanamori would get pissed at him for supposedly abandoning the medicine woman when that is far from the truth. 

She shook her head. “No. Believe me, I want to help the salamander and its children…but this is a job I can’t do alone. Once we get back to the village, I’ll need to inform Lord Tecchin of the situation and get in contact with a few friends.”

Hagenezuka sighed, running a hand through his bangs when he saw something glistening on the salamander’s right leg. He raised his brow. “Oi. Is that….a chain?” He said. When he looked over his shoulder, he saw [First Name]’s face tense. She walked quickly to where the creature laid on the ground, only to take a step backwards when bright, orange blood began to drip down its scaly appendage. She examined it closely,  leaning forward. He watched in confusion as the shine in those [Eye Color] orbs darken. Whatever she saw, he could tell that the medicine woman was angry. This is the first time he’d ever seen her like this. 

She then stood up, walking past him, collecting his tools and bags, handing them to him before grabbing her medicine box, hoisting the straps over her shoulders. “We need to go while there’s still daylight left. Salamander blood is highly toxic and as you probably saw, resembles lava. It’ll burn anything it comes in contact with.” 

He scowled. He didn’t like being kept in the dark and he knew that this is neither the time nor the place to interrogate the medicine woman. He quickly guided her out of the mountain, following the trail back towards the village. To his surprise, [First Name] went into more detail about these ‘neighbors’. They could not be seen by normal humans, but those that could see them were either chosen to be seen…or selected as its next meal. 

The tales about them, the ones that parents told their children to keep out of mischief, held some truth. As she had explained earlier, by respecting the neighbors, they will respect you in return. But the ones who grow in strength by feeding off of negative emotions were the most dangerous ones of all: ayakashi. 

She can see and converse with these entities because she is a Sleigh Beggy. The simplest explanation of a Sleigh Beggy is a queen bee, drawing others towards her unintentionally because of the power she possessed. The wind chimes around her shop and home were wards designed to keep out the neighbors and ayakashi. If either of these supernatural entities would try to harm the villagers, it was her job to slay the latter and chase out the former. 

As enlightening as this conversation is, Haganezuka only just became more confused. “Right…but what was that shackle doing on the salamander? You said it shouldn’t even be here in the first place. Don’t try to deny it, you were pissed when you saw that thing on its leg.”

He did not miss how her shoulders stiffened nor the quickened pace in her stride. Was she still angry? Or was she nervous? Instead of interrogating her further, he decided to keep his mouth shut and just wait to see if anything happened. Several minutes later, his patience paid off when she inhaled through her nose, exhaling deeply before she shakily answered him.

“That shackle…it was engraved with the crest that I recognize. That salamander was from an illegal auction house. Instead of dealing with rare antiquities or other items that might draw in a very rich nobleman…the auction house sells neighbors. From fairies in the West to mermaids from the oceans, they’ll offer anything their client’s heart desires. But these people aren’t just buying exotic pets to brag about…they’re selling them as magical ingredients for potions, and even weapons to protect their household.”

Haganezuka was torn between feeling sick to his stomach and ready to hit something, but he forced himself to calm down.”And how do you know so much about that auction house?” He asked, gritting his teeth. 

She must have misunderstood his anger being directed towards her and not the despicable people would even think about selling these animals, no, neighbors, to the public so long as they could afford it, because she stopped walking. Her face paled, her eyes were wide with anxiety, and she was trembling like a leaf ready to fall off from a branch. 

He took a step forward and cupped her cheek, using his thumb to tilt her chin upwards so she’d look at him straight in the eye when she answered him….if she was even ready to do that. As far as she might be concerned, they barely interacted with each other until now. When he noticed the color in her face turn magenta, he felt his own face burn with embarrassment as soon as he remembered his broken mask laid in pieces inside the mountain. 

[First Name] swallowed, placing a palm over the hand that was on her face before she whispered softly.  “Because…I had been there… as merchandise. I was the last item of the day, ready to be sold to the highest bidder for whoever wanted a new weapon, a new pet…or a bedside companion. I was young. Fourteen, fifteen years old. The one who bought me was my master. He rescued me, gave me a home, and taught me everything I know about the neighbors, the ayakashi, and…things about myself I still hadn’t been ready to accept. It’s thanks to him that I’ve grown to become who I am today, and the people I’ve met along the way…they’re amazing. I never knew that this world was so big, still so full of wonderful things to see and learn even when it may seem like bad karma is around every corner.” 

Haganezuka felt his heart twist uncomfortably. She had been through a lot, probably just as much as the Kamado boy and his little sister…no, that wasn’t right nor fair to compare the suffering and the pains that these three have been through, separately or whatever made damned sense. He just…didn’t think that someone who smiled sincerely at others carried the responsibility to protect them from unseen forces beyond their comprehension. He hesitated for only a moment, pulling his hand away from her face to cradle the back of her head while the other palm rested on his left shoulder. He felt [First Name] stiffen at the sudden contact, then sagged against him. 

She eventually pushed away, looking at him with a hesitant smile before she nervously rubbed the stone necklace. He watched as she swallowed nervously then turned away from him, trembling fingers starting to rub to the back of her neck. 

“Unfortunately, despite my mentor’s immense power, this is something he could never erase. The auction house…they had a very unique tracking system. Even when the merchandise is bought, a tracking spell will be forever embedded even when the customer is satisfied. Think of it as….a fail safe if their purchase ever decided to escape and couldn’t be found by normal magical methods. No matter where I go or how far I was from him, the master would always be able to find me.”

Haganezuka frowned, opening his mouth to ask what she was talking about when the medicine woman pushed up [Hair Color] tresses, revealing an uneven, dark patch of skin shaped like a serpent eating its tail….no. Wait. This wasn’t something caused from being burned by the sun. He realized. This was created by a branding iron. The medicine woman had been marked like livestock. 

As if she had lesser rights as a human simply because she had been bought by her master. This had to be the same mark she saw on the salamander’s shackle. 

He didn’t know how long he couldn’t breathe or think…whatever he was feeling right now, it felt even more intense than the rage and frustration when he found out that Tanjiro had broken or lost another sword. The only way he had snapped out of it was when he felt [First Name] gently touch his forearm, looking up at him with concern.

Then for the second time today, he hugged her but it didn’t last as long this time. They had to get to the old man, and fast. That was his excuse. Haganezuka didn’t know what the fuck possessed him to act like this but damn it she’d better not breathe a word about this to Kanamori. 

Not. A. Word. 

[First Name] immediately informed Lord Tecchin of the situation once Haganezuka was left in the care of the elder’s doctor. She had, in so many words, explained there was an unidentified poisonous herb growing inside the mountains. Until she is able to determine its toxicity and create an antidote, it was too dangerous for the other swordsmiths to go there. If they require ores for their work, she will be more than happy to collect what they need so long as they stay in the village for three to five days. 

Including Haganezuka, Lord Tecchin is the only other person aware of her true nature though this is only possible…because he had met the master so many years ago, when he had been a foolish and young apprentice. She did not know the extent of their history, only that her master saved Lord Tecchin from a fate worse than death at the hands of a shapeshifting ayakashi. 

Now older and wiser, his main priority was the safety of the swordsmiths and their families. Lord Tecchin immediately sent word out to them all to remain within the village until further notice. She thanked him profusely for listening to her selfish request before departing his residence to make the necessary preparations to handle the situation. She’d asked about Haganezuka, but the tiny man reassured her that the ill-tempered swordsmith is in good hands, so there was nothing to worry about. 

[First Name] checked on him early the following morning at his workshed before she left the village to meet up with the acquaintances she had contacted to safely relocate the salamander and its babies from the mountains. She did use a little of her magic to speed up his recovery once she finished applying more medicine to the lacerations on his back, and she hoped he never found out the truth about Sleigh Beggys. 

The less he knew, the better it would be for both of them. 

Haganezuka couldn’t believe he’d actually done it. He had gotten to the market and purchased a gift for the medicine seller with help from Kanamori’s wife. He told them it was because he felt gratitude towards her for helping him in the mountains, but that is it! Nothing more!

He inhaled a deep breath, grateful that he’d been able to find a new mask so that no one could see just how red his face was right now, standing outside of the medicine seller’s shop. He glanced down at the item in his hands. A potted plant with pale pink flowers. She should like them…right? 

His grip on it tightened slightly before he stepped forward, pushing the shoji door open. He called out to her, and she heard him, yelling from the back that she’ll be right there. He heard the pitter-patter of sandals tapping against wooden floors, followed by a string of apologies as she stepped into the light, greeting him with a smile. He wouldn’t have minded so much if he hadn’t been caught off guard with how exhausted she looked; dark circles under her eyes, her fingers smeared with ink, and even the front of her pristine apron had seen better days. Is she really all right? She had kept her promise and gotten the salamander relocated to a sanctuary within three days, unless something else was troubling her?

“Sorry about that, Haganezuka. How can I help you today?” She said as if she didn’t look like shit. 

He felt his eyelid begin to twitch rapidly. “What the hell is wrong with you?! When’s the last time you slept? Don’t you dare tell me that I work too much on my swords when you look like you’re about to pass out right now! That’s it! Where do you keep tea leaves in this place?!” He immediately began looking around the shop, irritation boiling in his veins as his gaze followed the verdant overgrowth of herbs to a dark wooden cabinet sitting just beneath the window. He scanned the labels on the first shelf, and to his dismay, there were just remedial plants. Nothing that can be used to boil water and make tea for the overworked medicine woman. When he looked back at her, there was a stunned look on her face. Why the fuck did she seem so surprised that someone’s actually worried about her?!

“Why aren't you sitting down yet?!”

“Haganezuka, there are no chairs to sit in here except for the back of the shop, which serves as my workstation.” [First Name] replied softly with a small smile. “I’m still studying the effects of the salamander’s blood samples that I collected, and I’m quite close to producing an antidote. I appreciate your concern, Haganezuka, and I promise I’ll make myself some tea when I go home tonight.”

He pouted behind his mask. Suppose that is fair. He’d never eat or drink in his workshed unless he sat outside on the veranda with sticks of his precious mitarashi dango, which itself was a rare moment of relaxation for him. Instead of trying to argue with her further, he just held up the pot for her to take. He felt his heart race at seeing her smile widen, stretching her small hands and taking the gift from him…

Chink. 

His eyes immediately went to her wrist, where he saw the pieces of a jade bracelet crumbled onto the floor. [First Name]’s eyes widened before her complexion turned a sickly green, her hands trembling rapidly before they loosened their grip on the potted plant. It shattered immediately upon impact, soil and flowers flung in different directions as she lurched forward, hands coming to her mouth as blood spilled between her fingers. She pulled her palms away, looking up at the blood dripping from them in shock before staring at him.

“Huh?”

He watched in horror as she fell backwards and he immediately sprung towards her, barely managing to catch the medicine woman before she landed on the floor. He carefully lowered them to the ground. With one hand cradling the back of her head and the other around her waist, he shouted at her. “Oi, [Last Name], [Last Name]!  [First Name]?! Answer me, dammit, this isn’t funny! [First Name]!”

Haganezuka stiffened when he received no answer from the medicine woman. Heart hammering in his ears and sweat beginning to form on his brow, he shakily inhaled a deep breath through his nose, then exhaled with his mouth. As he performed this calming method, he replayed the sound that wind chimes made in his mind for several moments until he could think clearly. He steadied himself, knees bending slowly as he lifted himself and [First Name] off of the ground. He turned, ready to bolt to Doctor Adashino’s hut but his feet stopped moving when he saw a figure blocking the shop’s entrance.

 It was a boy, probably no older than fifteen summers, with lightly tanned skin and black hair with bright green eyes peeking from under sweeping bangs. He was dressed in different shades of charcoal, as if he were conjured from the darkness itself; from the yukata that draped over his broad shoulders to the socks and geta sandals on his feet. The swordsmith did not know why but there was something about this brat that rubbed him the wrong way. 

“What do you want?” Haganezuka snapped, pulling the medicine woman closer to his body. The stranger didn’t seem to notice him, instead he gazed sadly at [First Name], sighing forlornly. 

“You’ve done it again, haven’t you my dear?” He murmured. “You do have a way of causing chaos, even when you have the best intentions in mind for those around you. When will you become selfish and worry about yourself first?” Shaking his head, the boy turned his gaze to him, eyes glowing in the darkness of the shop. “Give me the child.”

Haganezuka felt his left eye twitch. “What?”

“I do not have time to squabble nor do I wish to waste my energy on you,” The stranger snapped, pointing at [First Name]. “She has collapsed from magical overexertion. She must be treated immediately, or her chances of survival will grow thinner. Sleigh Beggy children are not as strong as they used to be.”

A tremor of shock blitzed through his body at the stranger’s words, though thankfully it wasn’t so obvious with his mask on. “How do you know who she is?” He demanded, his mind scrambling with anxiety and memories he could barely recall in this situation, what he’d learned from the medicine woman when they walked away from the mountains that day. “You can’t be a demon. They can’t roam freely in the sunlight as apparently you’re able to, you’re not drooling at the sight of her blood, and they don’t know anything about Sleigh Beggys. Or ayakashi. They can’t be seen by others unless they want to be seen. So who are you? Are you a neighbor, some spirit that pities her? Or are you someone else?”

“Watch your tongue, boy -”

“Where did you buy her?” Haganezuka asked suddenly. The stranger went silent, raising a brow. “When and how did you find out what she is? Did she ask for her freedom or was that bought too?” The swordsmith said, firing question after question. The stranger looked at him with an expression of exasperation and annoyance, his eyes flashing yellow for only a brief moment. 

“For a mere human who had survived the salamander’s wrath, you’re quite arrogant, but fine. I’ll play along.” He said. “I found out who she was from the moment she stepped onto the stage of the Fleeting Petals auction house in Kyoto’s business district, just when spring had arrived. A respectable antique shop during the day, and once a year, the only place in this country where you can find more than enough items to start a private army or create your own harem, whatever suited the customer’s  desires so long as the money rolled in to pay the price. She was the evening’s final item, and I had gotten into a bidding war with two other contenders for her. An alchemist from the East, and a samurai. Both wanted a weapon, I needed an apprentice. It is through me that she knows everything about the ayakashi and medicine.” He crossed his arms. “Is that enough? Give me the child, now.”

Haganezuka ran his tongue over his bottom lip, heart quickening. There is no doubt that this is the master who had bought [First Name]’s freedom. How else would this bastard answer his questions so flawlessly, or even know where she is? The mark on her neck has magic that makes it easy for him to track her down, and it was the one thing he could not remove with all of the powers he possessed. When the shop suddenly became darker, he glanced around, and felt himself grow pale. On the wooden wall closest to him was a looming, horned shadow whose body stretched all the way to the ceiling. It stared down at him with luminous, bone-white orbs. 

No. He didn’t want to give her away. He didn’t want her to go -

He yowled when the shadow suddenly peeled itself from the ceiling, grabbing the medicine woman from his arms before turning towards the master. Now cradling his apprentice close to him even when it looked absolutely bizarre for a child to carry a grown woman, bright green eyes stared at him. 

“I don’t know why she has revealed her secret to you…but you must be something special. Regardless, she will return home with me. You will look after her house while we’re gone. No, I cannot tell you when she will return. This is the length of my generosity, human. Do not disappoint me.” The master and [First Name] were suddenly enveloped in billowing clouds of smoke, disappearing from Haganezuka’s sight. 

It was only a moment later that the swordsmith realized there was a sudden eruption of noise coming from outside, people chattering and some distant echo of hammers slamming against metal.

The front door had been opened this whole time. 

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Hello! I'm not sure if you're still open request but if it is. Can I have a request for medicine seller (2024) x fem! reader who's a shy artist? Like reader thought he looked pretty as she secretly draw him + having a crush on him.

Unreal Beauty

Content: female reader, gendered terms (daughter, woman), reader is an artist, reader basically stalks Kusuriuri till caught, mention of death, based off Mononoke 2024

Word Count: 1.3K

A/N: Oooo I like it, yesss! I hope you enjoy!!

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The man before you wasn’t real. There was no way he was. That type of beauty--it just wasn’t real. It was a type of beauty that only poets and artists could possibly hope to create and you were determined to capture it. 

He had been mulling about your town for two days now, occasionally selling his wares out of that large, wooden crate he carried on his back.

A peddler. This stunning man was a peddler and that meant you wouldn’t have very long with him. 

Each day since you had first laid eyes on him, you had risen with the sun and rushed into market with your father. He was more than happy his only daughter was finally taking an interest in the family business, so he had no problem in taking you with him. 

You played along with your father's business only till your eyes caught sight of the man dressed in his flashy bright blue, navy blue, red, and yellow kimono. Then you were rushing to grab your sketch pad, pencils, and travel paints to create like a woman gone mad. 

No matter how sore your fingers grew. No matter the crick in your neck or the ache in your lower back as you knelt anywhere and everywhere just to keep your eyes on him. Just so you could capture the sharp angles of his face, the thin yet strong build of his body, the fluid motion of his hair, and that mischievous gleam in his pale yellow eyes. 

You felt possessed by his beauty. Possessed by the art you were filling page after page with.  

Today’s page was of a tender moment you had witnessed between him and a small child. You had been swift in sketching out how the peddler had knelt before the boy, listening to his plight. He had just exchanged the remedy for the small amount of coin the boy had been clutching in his hand when you turned your eyes away to grab for your brushes.

You looked back towards the street and--he was gone. Gone in the split second it had taken you to retrieve a brush. 

Your chest tightened at the realization of your loss. A loss you refused to let stay as such--not when the day had just begun. 

With a rushed breath, you started for your small travel bag when something so very soft tickled at your cheek--a blur of white and red filled your peripheral vision.

“How lovely.” A strangled sort of sound croaked in your throat at the suddenness of the silken voice in your ear. You snapped to your feet to face whoever had gotten so close to you only for the very air in your lungs to freeze. 

He looked like a god. Like some god forgotten by humans. One now cursed to wander the earth aimlessly for all eternity as a peddler. 

This close--you knew your art hadn’t captured that feeling. That god-like nature he oozed. 

“You are quite good.” He spoke in a voice of pure velvet. 

How could you ever possibly wish to capture such a tune? Your thoughts wondered despite yourself. 

“The perks of watching me so closely for so long, I would think.” You pulled your sketch pad tight against your chest. 

He had seen you watching him. Had known you had been watching him for days. Your fingers turned to steel around your sketch pad to keep from letting them shake. 

Those eyes of pure liquid gold took note of it. Took note of your quietness and protectiveness of the art in your hands and gifted you a sly smile. 

“A bashful little thing you are.” He purred, taking a step closer.

“Forgive me.” You breathed out, heart beginning to beat painfully against your ribs. “It was inappropriate of me to watch you--”

“No need for that.” He took yet another step closer. A closeness that, had your father been around, would have promptly chased him away. “I enjoyed it.” He confessed, that mischievous gleam you had tried to recreate on the page shining brightly at you. 

“You…don’t find it strange?” You managed to speak, though your voice came out hardly higher than a whisper. The peddler didn’t seem bothered by the volume. Seemed as if he could hear you just fine because he gave a small shake of his head. 

“I am honored to be such a talented artist’s muse.” Your body warmed and your mind raced at such words. 

He was honored? 

“May I see?” He asked, glancing towards the sketch pad you held onto like it was the only thing keeping your feet planted on the ground. 

You almost denied him. You never shared your art with anyone. You didn’t believe yourself good enough to showcase such a thing…but his eyes were just so--inviting.

“They are hardly as great as you say.” You muttered, shakily extending your work his way. 

“Perhaps greater?” You thought he was teasing you at first, but the way he said it--it sounded like he was truly thinking it over. 

“You falter me.” Fingertips brushed over your skin as he took the pad from you. Fingertips that were smooth and warm and electric. Fingers you wished to grab hold of and never let go of. Fingers you wanted to study up close as they felt over your palm. 

You pulled your hand away quickly as if burned, cradling them to your chest. The peddler made no comment on such action, merely beginning to leaf through each and every page you had scrawled over. 

You waited with jittery nerves as he scanned each artwork over slowly. Waited so long you thought your nerves were going to swarm in and suffocate you. 

“The eyes--you’ve managed to capture a lifelike spark within them.” He mused while flipping a page. Your heart might as well have exploded at such praise. 

“Oh--you think?” You asked, unable to keep your feet from pulling you closer to the peddler. Unable to stop yourself from pressing next to him to watch as he flipped through your work. “I thought they came out dulled.” He shook his head. 

“I think you’ve given them more life than they truly hold.” You glanced up at him and found he was already watching you. Watching you with eyes that had you thoroughly disagreeing with him about. “I have a proposition for you.” 

“Proposition?” You questioned, feeling the long sleeve of his kimono brush against your wrist as he turned yet another page, eyes having left yours and leaving you aching for them to return. 

“I am here on business.” 

“Business?” You parroted once more. What business did a medicine peddler have here in your small, out-of-the-way hometown besides selling his wares?

“Business…of a sort.” He sounded amused at his own statement. “I will allow you to follow me while I do it--keep creating such brilliant art--” Your breath caught in your throat at the thought of being allowed to follow him. At being allowed to create so openly and without judgment. “If you tell me all you know of the darkness residing in the well just at the edge of town.” 

You knew of that well he spoke of. Everyone in town knew of the well, though none would dare speak of it and all the misfortunes it contained so openly. 

Should you dare? Dare risk bringing its wrath down upon you and your household?

Those gold eyes found yours once more. Eyes your fingers itched painfully to capture over and over again. Eyes that looked at you in such a way none other had ever looked before. 

He saw you. Fully. 

“A young girl died there.” You started, a spark of utter delight flashing in his eyes as something gave a sharp click from within the crate he carried. 

“Did she now?” He purred, leaning in ever closer to you. So close your breath turned heavy in your lungs. “Please, do tell me more.”