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Reincarnation after courtship. Demon male reader, part one [here]

Reincarnation after courtship. Demon male reader, part two [here]

Reincarnation after courtship. Human male reader, part one [Original Ask]

Reincarnation after courtship. Human male reader, part two [here]

Warnings: Manga spoilers, Predatory-animalistic reader, Yandere behavior from reader (not a real Yandere, but still), Cannibalism, canonical demon's inability to grow and move on, Polyamory (Akaza, Koyuki and you), sexual assault attemp (not from reader nor character, is stopped before anything happens), Non-Character Human Death, Implied possible character death, References sexual content, Excesive violence in training,

Reader:

You didn't manage to do everything he wanted to you to do, one of your biggest failures is finding Tamayo and not being able to kill her. You almost did, managed to rip her apart with your hands and fangs, but with that doggy brat of hers she managed to scape you and almost got you to say his name. You never found her again, you had the flavor of her flesh and blood always in your mouth, you searched for a while, but then gave up. You were not killed for failing, so it's probably not a big deal, still you have her blood on you, so you will know if she is near. You could keep searching, hunting her to death for her betrayal, but you want to spend you time in something else. In someone else.

You like to think of yourself as a good man, or at least a good lover, courting took effort, but having that very special demon, an Uppermoon no less, warming up to you and letting you be in their life is worth it. It was fine, a good life, all because he was alive. And then he wasn't. You were not on their final battle, but you felt the second both him and your beloved were gone.

G O N E

And it drives you mad, they are all still gone, only Tamayo's puppy left. You spend your days searching for him because how come both you and him get to LIVE when your Upper Moon did NOT? Now is the Twenty-first century, it's been around one hundred years but that dog hides as good as always, it doesn't help that civilizations are everytime more demanding (What do you mean papers? Camara what? How come plastic stamps now have magic money?) and you still must hide from the sun and eat humans. You never found Tamayo's dog....

But you found your lover.

Kokushibou:

The first time you met Kokushibou you were scared of him, of all the power he had, at the same time you got enamored of that fear and how regal, beautiful and graceful he was. Right now, he is the one scared of you, but still keeps that regal aura and beautiful appereance, but the fear keep his movements and posture from being graceful. He also smells so good, not as a Marechi, but as always, he's special. He has always been special.

He is training in kendo, still a samurai at heart, at the club, late night. He is working hard, harder than ever. Before, to him being the strongest was just natural, right now you can smell the greed for power with the adrenaline in his practices. But not all of his power is gone, because he finds you spying on him, when he should not have being able to detect you. He uses the katana to cut the curtains, showing you outside the window, you were not what he was expecting, with your bright eyes, fangs and claws. "Kokushibou-san." You greet him smiling and he runs away.

It's fine, you let him go. He will come back sooner or later, he always does. You have waited a lot to see him again, and you have always been patient with him, there is no reason to stop now. By the next night the curtains are replaced, but he came over daylight. You respected that he wanted to distance himself and didn't follow to his house, didn't follow him at all even if you already knew where he lives. With his brother, or whatever that being is, because the second you saw him you thought you were about to die for no reason. "Are you a lost spirit?" Kokushibou ask once he is ready to face you again. "No. At least not anymore. Not with you here." You smile, not being able to contain the need to show yojr fangs, to light up your face in his presence. He is so frail right now, you remind yourself as you move your hand forward to reach his face.

Kokushibou takes a few steps back, smelling afraid as he frowns. "My name is not Kokushibou. You have the wrong person." You tilt your head, confused. This is clearly Kokushibou, but then again, he doesn't remember being him. Should that matter, though? Being Upper Moon One was his perfected forms, the most powerful and lasting version of self, the one that survived over 300 years, from Sengoku to Meiji. "Maybe the wrong time, but ever after missing you for so long, I know it's you. Even now, in this form, I wish to remain by your side and take your hand."

You grab softly the sides of his face as you close the distance between each other, the second you touch his warm skin he paralyzes, nose inches from each other. The scent of sweat and fear you had you making a long sniff, you love this smell. He smells... special. "You are so special, Kokushibou-san. The strongest, the first ranked. Can't you feel that?" He always needed to be the number one, by his reaction, it seem that hasn't changed. Escept, he is just a human, so... he can't. That is probably why he begins to cry into you, as you hold his now more delicate body.

He let's you visit, shelter him, follow him, you both barely make up any conversation, but you learned to accept, by the time he was a demon, that words meing nothing compared to be able to hold Kokushibou, to touch him, to have him trusting you. More than once you have considered turning him into a demon again, and you would if you could promise it would go exactly like last time, but you can't. You are not the new Demon's king, you don't have that power over this precious blood. You don't even know if he will survive, and the last thing you want is for him to die again, but this time by your hands.

He still practices with the sword, and you watch him. He always starts determined, then concentrating, only for frustration and desperation to increase inside him until he has to mask them with anger. "Still not good enough!" He still doesn't point that anger on you, or anyone in particular, but you can see the focus in his eyes, smell the recentment. There is one object or person that holds all of his hatred, yet that person seems secluded and shielded from those feelings. It's weird, Kokushibou has never being the one to hold back what he thinks, specially when he doesn't like something.

Still, you stay near by, you stay by his side, wanting to hold this now frail body, a part of you wishing to cherish it, other part wanting to bite and rip. But you have always been a good partner, you have always being respectful and docile, so there aren't reasons to change now. "I am no swordsman, but I could help you train. Use the real sword and show me what you can do." And so you begin to help, and with your condition, loosing limbs and blood for the sake of his improvement seems correct, supportive. There was even a time he almost decapitate you, not that it would matter, considering he is using a normal katana, not a nichirin.

You help him train and get stronger, while he grows. Once he gets his own house you start living with him, who has not commented in your diet. He is afraid of your meals, but also... he looks that you the same way he probably looked at him, before being turned. You like this sense of power, of having your beloved belonging to you, of you being in control to keep him safe and happy. Of course, you are kept a secret from the rest of his family, but you don't mind. Kokushibou doesn't have friends and doesn't have a close relationship with his family. His... sibling visits sometimes, only to be told off.

"I don't know if it will work, so I wait until you are ready, after living as much as you must, to try and give you more power. I will give you all you want." You say as you cuddle with him in bed, sniffing his bafe skin against yous, carresing it with your teeth and tongue softly. "Kokushibou-san." He stopped fighting you with the name years ago, and now he seems more keen into accepting his demon name, his perfect name, over his human one. You can see that in his applications of weird glowing boxes he has changed to his perfected form.

"I want to beat Yoriichi, I am done with falling behind him. I want to..." he doesn't finish, he doesn't need to. You have even offered to kill YoRiIcHi for him, but he denied. "I don't want you to. I want... I just hate him so much, but I don't want you to kill him I don't want anyone to kill him." It's an odd situation, maybe he wants to kill him himself. "I want to be more than him. To leave him behind, not the other way around." Whatever the case, you will support that.

He keeps growing, only leavind for work and go to family meetings, one day even grew the courage to let you feed from him, aftwr having to see his family. "Make me numb." You agreed, you took some bites from the white and healthy skin, opening holes the drip blood into your tongue, a blood so... so sweet that it makes you moan. He also moaned that night under you. "For now you might be pray, love. But one day you will be a predator again, you will sink your teeth into me like I do for you. You will be number one again."

Years passes, until one day instead of growing stronger, he grows weaker. You can feel it in his blows, in his scent, in his taste. "I want you to take my blood now." You are afraid of what will happen, but he agrees. That night he uses his katana, the same way as you train, and manages to decapitate you. You feel proud, but also exited to see again the monster you feel in love with. The second he goes to hold your head in his arms, you bite and take advantage of the bleeding drops falling of your neck, tainting his wounds with your blood. "Y/N." He calls you, a bit afraid and in pain due the burning sensation of the demon cells taking over, consuming and replacing the mortal ones. "We'll meet again."

Douma:

As a demon you have never feared a human, you didn't even allow yourself to fear the Hashira. You wanted the Second Uppermoon, and you had to ask him first, what use would they (even now you can feel the hate in being put in the same sack as Douma) have for a coward that fears dead by an inferior race? Now that you see Douma as a human, you still fear him at the sight of his empty eyes and body. His smile is so fake, and yet you missed it so much. You missed this fear, you missed having him close.

"Hey princess, need me to take you out of this castle?" You basically purr offering your hand, and him, who wants nothing but to leave this foster home who only ever locks him up in his room to recite the sutras, accepts. It's weird how quiet he is being, but you guess he is a bit shaken by the corpses in the living room. To be fair, you were worried, you could smell Douma inside, and the second you smelled his blood you got triggered. Turns out it was a nosebleed, but he didn't seem hurt, so when you asked "it just came out of nowhere, I don't know why but I started having them in my third year in here." Maybe is because of stress, you can taste it the second you lick his blood off his face (it taste so good, like mixing warmness and life with a kiss. You better avoid becoming addicted, because he needs his blood more than you want it). Douma always hated not being able to go out, to do what he wanted, and his room doesn't even have a window (or at least not one that let's him watch outside due position facing other building and it's small size).

You take Douma over your back and take him somewhere else, you take him back home, out of the city, out of society. He holds himself tightly into you, clearly instinctly fearing to fall off at the speed you are running, faster than any human can, an so his heartbeats faster than usual. Or maybe it's the exitment of leaving all behind, the sense of bravery and adventure. It's hard to tell, specially since Douma himself could never tell, but he often ignored it or faked the best outcome, not because he cared, but because there was always others watching him. But now you are in his old santuary, this time actually being for himself.

"Let me clean this place as you rest." It's not as dirty as it could be, you have been coming back every once in a while to check it up. It was the place where you were supposed to live eternity together, you couldn't leave it behind. Even if you had to kill the cult, seriously, it was getting on your nerves. After Douma died, because you were his consort, the cult tried to replace him with you. Because you understood that, even with everything, your beloved still wanted his oart of this place, you stayed, but you didn't last two years before being done. One problem here, one complaim there, one wish here, one sob story there, you had to end it. How did Douma stand it for centuries?

No matter, you just provide like you were provided before. Douma just stays in his shrine, where his sit is comfortable enough to sleep in it. He must be tired, considering the run was a bit too long for your taste and the effort to keep his grip must have been big for a human who doesn't seem to excersize that much. He will also need food and water, now that you think about it. But what foods? And how to cook them? You never had to think of that in your life as a demon, probably neither in your time as a man, since those were the wive's chores, not yours. One can learn how to clean without messing up too badly, but the worst thing you can do to a human with food can be harmful, poisonious even.

"What do you want from me?" He asks a few hours later, when he wakes up. He knows you are not going to kill him, you would have already if you intended that, it's what he always argued when annoying him. That is a reason why he is so daring, because he is untouchable... was. "I'll try to take care of you." You are far from the nearest town, and even then, it's not one of those where humans have these magical voxes they use to tell everyone everything in less time you need to rum from one distric of Tokyo to another, how did they manage?

It doesn't matter, part of you feels guilty for secluding Douma this way. Another part? It thinks this is exactly what Douma always needed. To be free. "Let me take care of you." He begins to relax near you shortly after, most likely testing boundaries and limits. He has realized he can go outside in daylight while you can't, he has stayed under the sun the whole time it was out, even wandered around, but has not tried to run away. You take it as a good sigh, that he is just taking his freedom.

Other times he talks with you, it's mostly sharing his experiences, which are few, but for you they still count. It's weird being the one that talks more in the pair, but then again, this Douma doesn't have over 200 years to talk about. You do. You tell him about his past life, of what he used to be, the power he used to hold. It's odd, but he seems to both believe you and deny everything you say. You go to town and city when he is sleeping, getting a snack and stealing the clothes, money and other items from the humans you eat. Sometimes you get into homes for more personal things, and also get human food that is already cooked. Heat it up with fire and pot is easier than learning how to cook, specially since you can't rely on your body to know if it's good enough for Douma.

"Are you going to keep me in here forever?" He asks as he plays with a small magic box you found in a pocket, it's not the first one you have got him, but the weak things all die out after a while. "You want to leave?" You genuinely ask. This is the safest place you can think about, but you are not going to force your beloved to be caged in here. "The place is nice, but I really need more to do than just walk outside and talk with you. It's getting boring enough." You nod. "I'll take you to the nearest village tonight."

"Aren't you afraid I will be recognized as a missing person?" ... ok, he has a point. "If they do and take you away then I will go and get you again, all the times that are needed." He looks at you for a while before looking away quietly, he keeps the soft faked smile in his face all the time. "I will buy a few things, then I will try and get someone to bring me here." That becomes the rutine, Douma is out during the day and you go out during night after he tells you about his day. You make sure he gets the attention he needs.

"It's been a few years since you got me here. You have seen me in almost every way. I want to actually see you too." He asks you to eat in front of him, so you bring a living person, a young woman, remembering how much he enjoyed eating them. He didn't take his eyes off neither of you when you killes her by stepping over her head, crushing her skull, acreaming for help, trying to get Douma to intervine. He didn't. Instead, while you are eating, he asks "Can I bite you?"

You warn him of the risks of your blood, but he keeps insisting. Day after day he keeps insisting, begging, negociating, threatening, anything he can do. You decide to let him have a taste, but promise to spit it out the second blood gets in his mouth. He does, one night that your sit on his bed, giving him your back so he can bite your shoulder. He used to bite you a lot back then, but now most of those contact berely feel like a nibble. Not that you mind, it's cute, but it's still a loss. After managing to make you bleed by your neck, he spits the blood, but savors whatever he can in his mouth.

"I want to drink your blood one day, and I want you to eat me if it kills me. That way I can be forever inside of you, just like those lucky people who get to live with you for eternity." He says as he cuddles with you, resting his face in your already healed shoulder. This is so familiar, these thoughts, this ideology, this scene. "I new I didn't lose you." It's like gaining everything back. You lick Douma's skin, soft and tempting, but you only carress it softly. "Just give me a few more years."

A few more years to love him before risking to lose him again. Just a few years. He agrees. It's clear that Douma wishes to be a demon again, that he needs that power, that freedom, that link to you. "I also want a few more years to feel..." He says, hugging you, before falling asleep. You pet his back, trying to be comforting, as you fear a bit for that future. Your beloved is probably afraid too. "My princess is meant to leave the castle, don't worry about that." But it matters very little, because both of you are meant to be powerful and free, whatever consecuence included.

Akaza:

You find it adorable. Akaza always loved to take care of you, but there wasn't much he could care for since you both were demons. You didn't have chores besides cleaning your only set of clothes when they got dirty, you could hunt your own food and no matter how paranoid your husband got, you were never sick, poisoned or much less about to die. Now he has a human companion, a cute and fragile woman around his age. They smell as if the belonged to each other, why tear that apart?

You found him when you saw some teens at night comenting about a dojo and mimicking the movements, Hakai Satsu katas. You went there and started watching them, glad your Komainu is faring good, not minding that now he is her Komainu. You were not planing to show yourself, just watch his happiness was enough for you (That happiness and the love he has for her is enough for you to love her too. Koyuki, Haku calls her), but weaklings, just like he always told you, are disgusting, cowards who can't fight, so they use dirty tricks. Akaza was about to get shot by a gun in a fist fight one night you followed him into beating a gang.

"What the fuck?!" He screams as you put yourself in between the shot and your husband. It stings a little, then there is that known tickling burn sensation as the regenerating skin push the bullet off your wound. "Are you ok, my Komainu?" You look at those blue eyes, missing the gold, but still finding the wild and feral softness in there. Except this time there is disbelief, fear, cunfusion, between other things. The second the gun touches the ground, due the fear of the armed human, you remind yourself the problem.

It takes less than a minute to kill the conplete group before they could run away, but they did manage to scream. With how fast everything spreads now a days, that is bad. Authorities will come, which doesn't really matter for you, but Akaza can get in problems. So you grab him and scape. "Hey! Hey! What the fuck! Let me down!" He hits you a few times, and it did hurt a lot for an unarmed human. This is definetely Akaza, you had no doubt before, but now is comfirmed.

By the time you arrive to his home there is a trail of blood falling from your nose, the wound itself healed already, but the impact still hurted you a little. Then again, you were never half as strong as he was, but right now you have many advantages. Advantages that let him get out of this situation without harm. "Safe and sound, my dear." You say as you finally let him down. Akaza takes somes steps behind without taking his eyes off you, using his arms to push you as he adds distance. He is panting, almost sweating, frowning and making fists on each hand.

After calming down a bit, still anxious, he looks down and up to you, examining your features. "What are you?!" He almost screams angrily, not wanting to show vulnerability. That was a mistake, because his companion comes out the house asking in confusion what is happening, making him tense and even show his fear in his face. "I am someone that loves you a lot. That is why I am taking care of you now. As long as I am here, no one shall lay a finger on you and your beloved. You will both live." The young woman asks him scared about the situation, clear love and worry in your eyes.

You were never a jealous partner, you didn't have much opportunities to be jealous over Akaza against someone else, but you never thought you would be willing to share him this way, specially with such a fragil human. But she is his, and so he deserves to be hers too, because it makes him happy in a way you can't, just the same way you were able to make him happy in a way she wouldn't be able to. "I will be seeing you." And you take your distance, hiding while still watching them as she, Koyuki, runs towards Akaza, hugging him and asking him again what's going on as he relaxes into his arms.

After a few days, on weekend, you notice they step outside their home and just sit. They don't talk to each other, not even look at the other, being the hold in each other's hand the only contact and comfort they have. You notice they start looking everywhere. Are they looking for you? Curious, you test it out by jumping and landing in front of them lightly, barely making a sound. Koyuki flinches by the surprise while Akaza instinctly leans to shield her, he did that a lot with you when you fought those slayers. After a few seconds of silence they relax a bit, enough to talk. "Who are you?" She asks.

"Y/N... I'm a demon." you don't know how to answer further, their relationship makes you cautious, not enough to leave, you waited too much to just leave, but enough to not introduce yourself as Akaza's husband. "What do you want with us?" You look at Akaza stand up, again, shielding the woman, making you smile. "I want your happiness, to see you live." The silence after that becomes uncomfortable, you just stay staring each other, only leaving when you sense the sun is rising up. Even then, you leave without a word.

They leave for a period of time, you know the will come back since they haven't sold the place, and they left Koyuki's father there. Once they come back they both seem... more relaxed, comfortable. One night Koyuki leaves a plate of food outside, not the food they tend to give to strays but a proper human meal. You got tempted to eat it only for the kind gesture. You do take a bite, and it's awfull, it makes your throat and stomach tight up and chum, wanting to return the piece. You basically throw it away and some street pet starts eating from it. "Here is your plate, please don't do that again. I don't eat human food." "Oh... ok." She doesn't ask what you actually eat or what did you do with the food.

But slowly you become a part in their life, and in a year gap they let you inside the house. You decided to stay until told you overstayed your welcome, that moment never comes. You begin to talk, to help with the chores, to share a life. You only ever leave the place to eat, beaside it, you always make sure to take cara of Koyuki while she sleeps, and also make sure Akaza- who still fights the name but let's you call him "Haku" or "Komainu", like back then- doesn't get himself into something he can't handdle. Soon there are touches, and kisses.

Soon new seasons starts, and years go by. They are growing older, but haven't married each other, even if you insisted in wanted to see them married. You are still fighting to convince them to just be happy and let themselves be taken care of. You are more gentle with the beautiful snowflake that Koyuki is, but Akaza still likes to be treated roughly but kindly, both in fights and in bed. "Bite me~." That is something you can give that she can't.

One day, Akaza will grow weaker instead of stronger. Back in the days the mere thought would spiral him into insanity, but now? "We are just worried of what will happen with you once we are... older...." you look at them both, feeling something tender and warm in your chest. This is the first time you yearn to hold human life so softly, instead ot rip out flesh of it. "I will be seeing you and taking care of you. Forever." You hold them both close, comforting, making sure to not harm them.

This is the love you shared, this intensity, this feral need to keep close and protect, to kill for it... this is what makes you a demon. But maybe Akaza was meant to die a human. Is so, you will not resent it, but you won't be letting it go. They are yours, too. No matter whatever it takes, you will make sure they are loved. As long as you live.

Nakime:

Nakime takes walks at night and stays in a park near her apartment where she practices with her Biwa and compose music (she most of the time ends up throwing away the papers of her notes and compositions, it seems she doesn't like them as much as you. Better for you, as you take them from the floor and trashcan to keep them!) Everytime any sound is made you fear being thrown into the Infinity Castle, but it never happens. Right now she is not the dimensional powered demon she used to be, just a frustrated young woman. Still, you have not stopped to adore her cold and prideful attitude nor to cease the appreciation her music deserves.

You always follow her from the distance to watch her, admire her. It took you one moment to figure out how weak she actually is right now when a piece of shit trapped her into a hallway, covering her mouth with his dirty hand and trying to pull up her skirt. What else were you meant to do but throw yourself at him with your fangs at his neck. You taste the alcohol in his blood, this was once her favorite meal and now she can't even fight it off. To think the day would come where Nakime would need protection... "Are you ok, Dear Melody? Can I do anything for you?" She is scared, you don't touch her because of that, no matter how much you would like to embrace her, she is probably also afraid of you. You are now the one that holds power over her and not the other way around. That feels wrong.

The woman runs away, or she tries as she stumbles, so you catch her before she hits the ground to let her sit without harm. This instance is a reminder of how fragile humans are, and you wish you could just give her everything back. Her Blood Demon Art, her castle, her biwa, her powers... all of it. "It's ok. It's ok. I won't hurt you." You say as you take your hands off her, always showing where they are to let her calm down. Nakime doesn't try to run again as you take some steps back, going to the corpse.

You never understood how she could like to eat this rotten alive type of corpses, but after what you just saw, maybe she just had an idea of what person she just killed and eaten, always satisfied with it. You can't help but want to destroy the corpses, you were far to mer- "You were far too merciful with that bastard." She suddenly says, and after a moment of silence, you laugh. That was just what you were thinking. "Yeah, I should have ripped limb by limb." You smile as you bend to pick the body with one hand, ripping the heart with the other once the corpse is at your level.

She watches you as you take it out and bite it off, alcohol making it stinks and giving it a mixture of sour and bitter to the taste of iron, the temperature. You won't get sick eating this, but you would rather having a diet more fresh, like healthy youngsters, not this. Still, seeing the awe in her eyes as you bite off the muscle, blood splashing over you... you keep going. Once you finish the heart, you go to the lungs, not wanting to touch the digestive organs (the nastiest part when eating alcoholic), you decide to take a rip, break it with your fangs and lick the insides.

One one moment you realize she is taking notes, smiling to herself. "Another song?" Now she actually tenses. "How would you know that?" Right... you have a lot of explaining to do, don't you? That line of thought makes you a lot more self-aware of where you are. If you get caugh, the one in problem won't be you, it will he her. "I will explain it on a safer place and time, I promise. Right now we should get you home." You try to reach her, but she stands up by herself and draws back. "I can get home by myself, thank you." And she leaves.

You didn't follow her, understanding she is still very interested in keeping her space for herself. This night could have gone sour for her, but... she starts conposing music, you always hear new songs in the park. After a few weeks, you decide to get close. "I owe you some explanations. Don't I?" She doesn't even react, just caress the strings of her biwa as you talk, a very familiar scene. After you finished explaining everything, Nakime doesn't like to mess around so it's better to come clean from the start, she just stares for a while. "I find it hard to believe you, soecially since I don't... do men. But... I would like to see you do that again." And you do, you start killing men in front of her, and she gets inspiration.

You also make sure to show her all you abilities in order to have her slowly but surely adapting herself to the idea of demons, that everything you told her is true. You don't care if she isn't into men, while you can't force her to love you, you want her by your side. You want to share her silence and music, to be part of her life once again. And this suits you both, since eventually she trusts you enough to invite you to her home, and show you her work. It seems now she has some magic box where she cages her music and other are supposed to be able to listen to it in a.... Yuu-tube? Thing? Well, what matters is that she says people like her music, that she recieves magic money from it and that she is happy. And if she is happy, you are happy.

"I really love you, you know? So much I don't really care about being your husband or not. You already gave that gift in our past life. All I want is to be able to make you happy." You tell her one night, one you didn't go out hunting. Nakime doesn't seem to creave the power she had before, no matter how much you tried to make it sound appealing. One of his fourth strongest demons, it's something to be proud of. And you were always proud for her. "I just want people to see my talent and passion, and to be able to do something out of it. Hopefully make a bit of money too." That would mean to stay human. You can't understand, but you can respect it. Besides, it's not as if you would know if it would actually work.

You stay with her as her career as a musician grows in the magic boxes, the... phones and computers, you learn with time. You see her grow up, and the you see her grow old. She never married, had a few partners here and there, but in the end you were a one and only for her, even if you were not her husband. "I love you, Nakime." She never says it back, not even when she has one foot on her grave already, but she never had to. You always knew.

Gyokko:

Gyokko has always smelled like money, ceramics and the sea as a demon, or at least his smell reminded you of those things to the point you started to relate them to him. Even now, that there is also a thick smell of blood and flesh, food, he smells like money, ceramics and the sea. Is nice to see he is still an artist, you go near art exhibitions every once in a while when you get bored, it reminds you of him. And here is one piece of art of him, a ceramic with fish patterns just besides a statue of a mixture of a half dead man and a fish.

It screams Gyokko all over it, except it isn't made of real flesh, but fake materials. It's a shame that mortality has set him limits even in this part of his life. Get in during night is easier than it should be, and it's just messing with some matalic strings to be able to get inside, just one hit on the box that holds and no more moving picture camara bothering you. Once or twice you had the authorities searching for you, and it made a good meal, but it wasn't the lifestyle you wanted. Really annoying.

You wait until they take down his works down, it's sooner than expected, at least the sculture. You fail to underdtand why, but the rainy weather let's you get vlose to hear that most humans couldn't take the view of exposed organs and dead fish texture in a humanoid skinned figure. Then you hear it. "Are you really going to listen to some lousy mothers? It's their fault if their children have nightmares! Of course some brats wouldn't be able to understand real art!" It's his voice, and his smell.

You look at the direction of the voice and... he looks very different. Part of you still expected, hoped, that he would come out of one of the pots as always. That he would still be the same, even if you were aware that he had died, and the only way he had came back is to reincarnate... as a human. Gyokko used to day living human were empty canvas, that they should be grateful to be turned into something artistic, beautiful, tasteful. He would despise knowing you saw him like this, and he would hate you for not fixing it right away but...

This new blood, the one that keeps you alive... would he survive it? The transformation itself is risky, and you have not transformed a single human in your life, never saw a need to it. And it's not like he wanted his demons to run around and make more, it just happened sometimes. But... you follow Gyokko. You don't dare talking to him, just take advantage of the clouds to trail behind. You look human enough for the moment, and it's been so long. You need to reach out, to touch him, to hold him, to grab him, to take him. It's being so long but he is just there... and it takes a while, but Gyokko notices he's being followed.

"By the gods, another stalker?! Shoo! Shoo! If you are a fan or a hater I don't care! I'm not in mood of dealing with lowlives." He is so close, before you were a few steps away, now... a few breaths. So close. "What did you just call me?" He opens his eyes as you cup his face, blinking as if you would fade away with the sudden changes from light and dark. You don't. You won't. "Call me that again." He used to insult you when he was in a bad mood, and he is here. "Wha-..... What...." he starts swearing and his heart start to beat faster, clearly confused. Scared.

"Fear has never suited you, Gyokko. You are more than that. Agony and death represent the best picture, don't they?" You grab softly his hand and kiss the back of it. "Only a demon can make such a beautiful piece." You whisper against his skin, fangs carresing if after your breath. Gyokko trembles and blushes, a new glow in his eyes. After that everything is so fast, but... he keeps you around. As if you were a stray, he brinsg you home and keeps you there.

"Y/N! Help me out!" You push into his interests, show him something he called taxidermy and other arts. You teach him everything he taugh you, everything you managed to learn. Of course, at first he doesn't dare to do it with humans, too risky, specially with the current status quo, but every night you go out to feed he tells you to bring sone dead animals. Most of the time you just jump to the sea and take something, knowing Gyokko lifes sea themes. Sometimes you steal koi fishes, but everything is for the sake of art.

Then one night, when you were leaving to eat, he stopped you "Wait! Would you... bring the corpse of whatever you eat here?" You look at him for a while. He is returning, or his art at least is. Not in the dame lever as before, the new technologies and the lack of a Demon Blood Art wouldn't let it happen, but... it's a sigh that he is still there. That he has always been there, that this man is not an empty canvas, but the demon you married. And yes, you have told him everything. He has accepted it quite quickly, and he is trying to come back.

"And how does one become a demon?" He asks one day you are both locked in the house on a sunny day, curtains protecting you from the daylight. By that time you both have been acting more or less like a couple, like before. He lets you touch, grab, kiss and bite, he let's you help and take care of him where you can. "The... master's blood, his blood. You know I can't say that name, not even when he is gone." You are still afraid, after all. "So there is no way you can turn me?" He sounds dissapointed.

"I could try to give you my blood, but... I don't know if it will work, or if you will survive." You say, but soon after some seconds of silence his arms wrap around you,breaths away from the other. "Well, you said my husband always gave me what I wanted. I want to try, and if I die, I want you to make me the most sublime piece of art and expose my beauty to the world." He grins like a mad man, but... that is Gyokko. You can't help but go for a kiss, bit his lips, and brace yourself to bite yours, not because of the pain, but the consecuences...

Consecuences be damned, everything is for the sake of Gyokko's art. Everything, even your love.

#top reader #demon slayer #kny #kny x reader #upper moons #kokushibou #gyokko #akaza #douma #nakime #I made this for my own birthday #second part will be off this weekend

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