#sorrow demon slayer

[theyanderespecialist]

Sad Boy's Obsession: Yandere Aizetsu/Sorrow of Upper Rank 4 X Gender Neutral Listener 

[luxesiren]

hantengu drabble

(✧) warnings; smut, pussy eating, pussy drunk!pleasure, hate sex, degradation, soft sex, fingering, teasing, and overstimulation (mention)

(✧) author’s note; hi! enjoy this little drabble i wrote up to tease my other girlies on discord😋

pussydrunk!pleasure

- thinking about pussy drunk pleasure, they would get drunk from the taste of you and i mean, drunk, their eyes rolling in the back of their head and just sloppily eating your cunt until you cum. even when you’ve cum, they won’t stop, they’ll keep sucking at your clit and their tongue would curl and lick up your slick and cum making you moan and cry for more but also try to push them away from the overstimulation but they wouldn’t allow that. hands gripping tightly on your thighs as they bring you to another orgasm, eyes closed this time nothing but the sounds of your cries on repeat in their ears.

hate sex w/ anger

- they’re mad at you. it doesn’t matter what you did, you could’ve simply breathed around them but that was enough to send them spiraling. your back arched and fingers ripping into the sheets as they roughly take you, your cunt clenching and clamping down on their dick and nothing but hateful words coming from the both of you. “fuck, i hate you.”

“yeah? for someone who hates me you seem to be enjoying yourself, fucking yourself on my dick like a slut” the degrading words said with such spite and venom. it didn’t matter how much you hated each other, you would still be in this same position tomorrow and the next day and the next day…

soft sex w/ sorrow

- your fingers laced together as they thrust into softly, slowly, almost as if they were teasing you. your legs hooked around their waist and pulling them impossibly closer, nails scratching down their back as you moan quietly into their ear. it was rough day, almost losing you took a toll on them and they wanted to make sure that they would never lose you. whispers of “i love you” and “i can’t lose you” filling your ears, another moan slipping from your lips as they thrust into you, picking up the pace before slowing down and rolling their hips, just the way you like, hitting that part of you that makes you tremble and cum.

teasing w/ joy

- now they love to tease, they love playing around and they get a kick out of how angry you get when you don’t get what you want. their fingers curling inside of you, dragging against your walls and making you bite down on your lip. you beg them to make you cum and all they can do is laugh, “promising” to make you cum with their fingers only to pull them out and stop for a second letting the high of almost cumming die down before pushing their fingers back into your pussy and moving them faster, your back arching and your hand grabbing onto their wrist as they laugh again, pulling their fingers out yet again. they do this over and over before you finally get to cum and they look at you and ask, “wasn’t that fun?”

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[ydotome]

Aizetsu "Sorrow" (哀絶) - Kimetsu no Yaiba: Katanakaji no Sato-hen - Episode 4

[colourstreakgryffin]

Can I request💕 aizetsu well if you write for him, aizetsu with a demon girlfriend basically she's sad all the time just like him and barely knows how to comfort each other so if aizetsu is crying or sad they'll both just start crying together, and she's really really scared of the other hantengu, thinking urogi is gonna fly away with her or sekido is gonna shout at her

I do write for the Upper Moons! I’ve written for Urogi more than once so I don’t mind doing Aizetsu too! Another emotion clone! A bit short, once again

Aizetsu

Aizetsu is a continuously dejected demon. He is never truly happy, but he always wanted a potential partner of his to be able to feel happiness. That wish is crushed when he meets you

A demon girl so sensitive and tragic, she cries over everything and it just broke his heart apart, tears well up in his eyes but he can’t do a single thing to fix the problem. He can barely handle himself, let alone another breathing creature

Aizetsu cries over every little problem too and when you catch him crying, it makes you cry too and since neither of you can comfort, the night just ends to you two cuddled in your futon and crying until it hurts to continue

Aizetsu was crying over his issue until you start crying, now he’s crying over you being upset, and you’re crying over the fact he can’t fix his issue

Aizetsu may be extremely pitiful with his state but he isn’t weak or pathetic, he can stand up for himself easily, and that comes through with how afraid of his clone brothers you are. They scare you on purpose and he is riled

They know your emotionally weak and need to be protected from fear and sadness, but they continue to fuck with him. Aizetsu truly does hate letting you be around his brothers since they make you more scared and upset then you usually are

Aizetsu has been actively trying to stop his crying so you won’t anymore since he hates how upset you get. Yes, your crying voice is cute and your tears taste beautiful but he doesn’t want you to cry over everything like he does. You don’t deserve to be a miserable being

Aizetsu wishes he could be a better man for you. He is worthless, he can’t make you smile. All he can do is pity and bawl, why do you like him? Is it because he’s like you? He does wonder why but he truly doesn’t want to lose you

Despite everything emotionally and his inability to stop it, Aizetsu will never let a slayer touch you. He is one of the main four clones of the Upper Moon 4, Hantengu. He has more than anything power to spare and he can easily drop slayers left and right for you

“It’s just… so sad… this pitiful rabbit… killed by a human trap. It just makes me want to cry… h-huh? Dokusha, my love. D-don’t… well, I can’t stop you. Just hug me then, we can be sad together”

[therantfairysblog]

The impending proposal of a sinner

✍️ note: planning to make a short one shot ending up longer than what i plan. trying to tie the difference period of time in one story is quite challenging to be honest. I hope it's fine. Thank you for reading.

Tokyo city, September 2019.

A yellowish letters in his desk confusing him. To be honest it's scared him.

"Nice to meet you, Mr Iguro. The food were delicious and everything was nice.

However, there's something bothering you aren't it? There's a hole in there that weren't fulfill."

His eyebrows raising.

"Go to Hachijo Island, there's a small town there. Perhaps you will understand why"

Iguro folded the note carefully. It was leave behind by one of the customer he served. The restaurant closed early at 10. The moon looks brighter that night, Iguro watching a group of young people chatting excitedly, looking drunk.

There's something missing? He wonder, so far his life was so peaceful, nothing bugging him, just an ordinary man trying to survive, oh, he got a kind beautiful girlfriend too....but yeah, everytime his mind drifting away like this, he was unaware why his mind always lead him to something bloody, a tragedy, reddish colour and tears. There's a thing he feel unfinished.

.....

Hachijo Island, Taisho era late 1920s.

"Iguro sama, we are the kakushi of demon slayer corps. We are sorry to inform you, that your cousin, iguro Obanai sama has peacefully passed away, contributing greatly for the banishment of Muzan"

"here's some of his belongings that we thought should be return to his home" the kakushi bringing two box, containing his clothes, letters and some stuff.

The young woman just staring, refusing to let them in.

"I don't care, go back" she want to close the door, when the kakushi refused stubbornly.

"If you have a bit of heart. Please let him rest in peace"

The woman want to yell when her husband from the back told her to stop her fit.

"I'm sorry for my wife's rudeness, thank you. You may give it to our maid."

The kakushi thanks him and the boxes were leave behind. Among them, a sincere letter to Kanroji was there, an unfinished promise that he never send.

.....

Hachijo Island, November 2019.

The early autumn wind touching his face. Suddenly he was there, standing in the middle of a small town, lived with various kind of people. It was getting dark when he arrived. The autumn rain and cloudy weather make it surrounding look so sorrowful for him.

"do you know, in edo era, this island is a banishment place for thieves? Damn the island looked peaceful for a punishment place"

"there's a lot of legend that i heard about this island you know, there's a whole story about a rampage of a snake demon in Taisho era. My grandparents always told us that. He said the demon killed nearly 60 people"

The stranger conversation that he heard in a boat playing clearly in his mind. It was feel so familiar to him.

He stopped in front of a traditional style abandoned mansion when his head suddenly feel hurt. The place was huge, and he wonder why it was being left behind.

"young man, are you okay?" An old man with an umbrella, wearing a ful size cloth and hat closely watch over him who carefully sit in the old bench right beside the mansion's entrance.

"ah, I'm fine i just a bit dizzy maybe because of seasickness."

"oh you are from mainland? Nice to meet you, I'm Yamaguchi " the old man smiled, sitting beside him.

"I'm iguro, yes I'm from Tokyo city"

"you must have an important thing to do here, didn't you?

"well...you can say that" he look around and his heart still attached to the mysterious abandoned mansion behind him.

"... Yamaguchi san, may I know when was this mansion were abandoned?"

The old man smile, pulling a bunch of keys in his hand.

"coincidentally i was the current guardian of this mansion. I can show you. It has been long abandoned. I think after the world war 2 broke, there's no one want to live in here anymore"

Iguro getting much invested on the story. His eyes shined.

....

"the rightful owner of the mansion is a woman who inherited a whole lot of it as she was the sole survivor of her family's slaughter..."

"slau... slaughter..?" His eyes grow bigger.

"...yes, her whole family was died except her in a rampage. Some said it was a demon, but maybe it just an exeragation for thieves. Well you know, the story about this place didn't you? A thieves village?"

"snake.... demon" he murmured.

"I'll show you the interior, if you want to buy. It was up for selling. Let's go"

....

The interior of the mansion were make it clear it was abandoned, the furniture are still there untouched, completely freezing in time. There's spider web everywhere.

"She didn't have inheritors? I feel like it impossible for her descendants to let this place rotting away" iguro carefully walking. The more he went inside, the more he feel his chest pounding.

"Of course she had. At one point."

"..."

"My grandparents said, she was having a traumatic episode, not long before the first war broke, she gone mad and killed her husband and 2 of her children. One of them survive however, remained unmarried until he died of sickness at the end of world war 2 "

"... it's miracle that this building survived both war" Iguro didn't really pay attention, slowly when he walk into a long hallway, in the end of it, he saw a middle sized room that looked like a prison. The pain in his head come again.

"aww!!" Yamaguchi suddenly concern and told him to rest but he insisted.

"...why there's a freaking prison in this house?"

"I'm not really sure about it to be honest. There's various story about it, some of it said that it was a place where they caged their child with mental illness before the rampage. I'm not really sure."

Iguro walked inside it. The pungent smell of dirty air with hint of blood is nauseating. His head went spinning but he try to stay still.

"aaaaaa motherrr!!!! Where are we going"

"My son, you need to stay still, we'll meet her highness princess"

A sudden bit of memory (?) Strange yet familiar strucked him. In the end of the room, there's boxes leaved untouched. Without Yamaguchi permission, he walk fast towards it.

There's two box. A big one and a middled sized box. Yamaguchi just standing there watching him.

"Yamaguchi san, can i check this stuff?"

"well, there's no other people want it, it's an old belongings nothing special. Yes, you may"

......

In the hotel, he walked towards the desk, with a small box containing letters and a much smaller box wrapped in clothes. After getting permission from Yamaguchi san, he insisted to bring the two.

Back then in the mansion, when he checking it, the big box were only contain of various kind of old Taisho's style of clothing, surprisingly enough all of them looked like his size.

Iguro carefully open the little box. An adorable pair of sakura hairpins, and a note were there. His heart beating fast. Whatever he did, he didn't really sure why, the attraction of the box, as if it was belonging to him.

.....

He was in front of the mansion again. Yamaguchi weren't there. His eyes were swollen, he was never cry a lot before. Yet today.

It was not locked. Weird but still he carefully enter the house.

'i...i know this place....a long time ago"

Sitting inside the cage, he looked around, a number of the wooden cage bars were missing.

"you....how much did you suffer that time?" Iguro spend hour in the house before he went to the nearest port, buying a ticket back to Tokyo. The sun almost set. The cloudy weather making that evening getting darker more than usual.

While waiting, two women were chatting.

"look like the government will abolished the old mansion there. No one want them anymore. Creepy as hell" he was intrigued.

"I'm sorry for interrupting but aren't the mansion is for sale?" The two women looking at each other before one of them answer.

"Eh? No it's not for sale anymore, i think after the war, though there's an auction no one buying. Over time it was left abandoned and the government take over it."

"....i thought it is. Yamaguchi san the guardian said it to me?" Iguro was surprised.

"What guardian? It's never has any specific guardian named Yamaguchi. You probably mistaken." The women excused themselves leaving behind him in confusion.

The boat arrive minutes after. In the boat, he was suddenly being approached by an old man.

"Yamaguchi san?? But"

" iguro san, take this." The old man just smile, he give him what appear to be a bit mid sized of a snake statue. A white snake.

"eh?" When Iguro looking at the snake, suddenly he feel like his heart was tearing apart. The old man was suddenly vanished. Not a goodbye even.

.....

The little snake statue and the box. He staring it for a while. Taking his deep breath, Iguro has decided to do it. It's been a while and he was planning it for a long time. He didn't had courage but the truth is he has made the promise a long time ago.

.....

Early Fall, Taisho era late 1920.

"Kaburamaru, come here" he put his sword in it's place, calling his companion who lying around after finishing it's food.

With the little snake in his laps, he started to prepare his ink, writing in his paper, his final will. Alongside, theres a little box containing a pair of sakura hairpin. A note he wrote is still there, untouched.

"Kaburamaru, there's no way i will give this to her. At least in this life time....am i stupid?" His bitter smile come across his face.

"...but you see, i hope, in one way or another, she would receive it....i wish i could live freely in a new life, i wish my sins will be burn away. I wish i will find her again"

The tears dropping in the pair of hairpins and the notes beneath written

" Kanroji, I love you, will you marry me"

.....

Tokyo city, November 2019.

"Kanroji," the full moon looked so beautiful. The two were having a night peaceful date, up in the hill, looking at night lights of the city from the higher up. Kanroji leaning on his shoulder.

"uhmm"

"i love you" the woman of his life smiling, staring at him with love. The woman who's name engraved in the letter he found. 'i have falling in love with you for a very long time'

"Me too, Iguro san, i love you" giving him a kiss. He startled but smiling, Iguro kneeling.

"I, my blood perhaps are dirty in my past life, i couldn't gain strength to tell you. I wish, in this life time....Kanroji, would you like to spend your life time with me?" Iguro opening up the box, a pair of a sakura hairpin were there along with the note.

Kanroji watching at him with tears in her eyes. She was always waiting for this moment. Hugging him, she's nodding. "Yess, of course, make me your bride, Iguro san!"

The two hugging for a long time.

"Iguro san, you remember it? I think our dream is interconnected, i always feel like we had known for a long time. "Kanroji looking at the hairpin she's received. Instead of ring, it was so pretty a vintage kind of hairpin.

Iguro smiling, kissing her again.

"i want to protect you and make you happy this time. I'll not let you die".

.....

Yushiro walking with his cat, watching the full moon in distance.

"Tsk, annoying man. Even in this life you are getting pathetic. Anyway, Chachamaru, I'm going to Kiriya tomorrow. There's something i need to tell. "

In his hand were the ticket to Hachijo island and a random bunch of keys.

[imafraidoftomorrow]

So I've finally figured out how to reliably tune my cello and have mostly learned the finger keys, which means now it's time to try practicing my first song.

And what will that be? None other than motherfucking Homura from Demon Slayer, of course 🤟

[xamor]

New update !

This chapter has like...a lot of moving parts to it. It's sort of chaotic. Nevertheless, I do think it's an entertaining chaotic type of vibe though. Some other characters are getting fleshed out.

Typical warnings apply, although I think this is a much tamer update than the previous three or four ones.

DDDE!!!! Anti DNI :) pls n thank you, check the tags!

[mikitheswiftie]

Muzan: Daki and Gyutaro are dead 💀

Hantengu: 😭😱

Upper moon demons: 🙄

Muzan: 😐

*hesitantly pats Hantengu on the back*

Muzan: Sorrows, sorrows, prayers🙄 I am stating facts 💀

[obguro]

The Pretty Boy

A KNY x Male Reader —— !?

> Going back to Tanjiro’s trial, what if he had a brother?

> warnings; mentions of blood/stabbing, y/n is a cutie pie, hes also kagayas biggest fan, a tinkle of angst :3

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“Wake up! I said wake up!”

Tanjiro started to hear as he started to awaken. “Hey! Can you even hear me?!” A kakushi known as Goto, yelled as he started to get irritated with the boy laid on the ground. “Come on, get up! Are you going to sleep all day?!” Goto yelled once more. The burgundy haired boy jumped awake at the sound of the yells.

“I heard he was a demon slayer with a demon in tow, so I was expecting someone with more flair. Only for it to be just some ordinary-looking kid? Lame.”

“We must see that this boy is put on trial to be judged!”

“To think that he’s been protecting his siblings who has been turned into demons..What a brave and beautiful display of sibling love!!”

Tanjiro opened his mouth, preparing to speak before he felt his head being shoved into the rocks below him. “Don’t open your mouth until you’re told to do so! You are in the presence of the Hashira!”

Tanjiro opens his eyes to glance at the people who were introduced as The Hashira. “The Hashira.. What is that? Who are these people? Where am I?” Tanjiro’s mind raced with questions that were unanswered. Suddenly a lady with a butterfly hair piece started to speak. “This is the Demon Slayer headquarters. You’re here because you are to be put on trial. Before we start, why don’t you explain the crime you have been accused of-” The lady was then interrupted.

“There’s no need for a trial!”

Flame Hashira; Rengoku Kyojuro.

“Protecting not one, but two demons is a clear violation! We can deal with this on our own! We should end all three of them!” Rengoku stated in a loud tone, before another voice was heard.

“In that case, I’ll decapitate them with style!”

Sound Hashira; Uzui Tengen

“I’ll show you the most dramatic spray of blood you have ever seen!” Uzui stated before another voice was heard.

“No way! You’d really kill such an adorable child!”

Love Hashira; Kanroji Mitsuri

“Such a thought fills my heart with sorrow..” Mitsuri stated with a sad tone, before another voice was heard.

“Alas to see such a pitiful creature as this..”

Stone Hashira; Himejima Gyomei

“I grieve for him. Perhaps it would have been better if he hadn’t been born at all.” Gyomei stated as tears ran down his face, before another voice was heard.

“What was the shape of that cloud again?..”

Mist Hashira; Tokio Muichiro

“What was it called?.. I can’t remember.” Muichiro stated in a low tone while gazing up at the sky.

Tanjiro started to look around trying to spot the box which held his younger and older siblings. Goto noticed this and started to question him. “What are you looking at? Your focus should be on them. They’re the highest ranking swordsmen in the corps.” Tanjiro stared at the 6 people standing before him, before starting to look around again. “Nezuko! Y/N! Where did you take them?” Tanjiro asked out loud, sitting up from his position. He started to call out for his friends as well, before a voice from above was heard.

“Nevermind the boy, what will we do with Tomioka?”

Serpent Hashira; Obanai Iguro

“From what Kocho stated earlier, he is just as guilty for breaking the corps rules. Seeing him without restraints makes me feel ill. What do you have to say for yourself, Tomioka?” Obanai asked while pointed his finger at someone. He was met with silence.

“…”

Water Hashira; Tomioka Giyuu

As Giyuu stayed silent, another voice spoke up for him.

“I think it’s fine, he did come here without any resistance.”

Insect Hashira; Kocho Shinobu

“Let’s come up with a penalty later!” Shinobu stated cheerfully. “What I’m more interested in, is this boys story. He’s been traveling with demons, even as a demon slayer.. I want to hear why. What he did was unquestionably against corps rules!” She kept her gaze on Tanjiro, who then looked at her. Tanjiro let out a gasp of shock, not knowing this information. “Why are you traveling with demons despite being a demon slayer, Tanjiro Kamado? You can take your time, just answer the question.” Shinobu had asked in a confused tone, waiting for the boy to answer.

Tanjiro started to answer the question, only to realize he couldn’t due to the pain from his throat. Shinobu kneeled down in front of him a gourd of water, holding it out to him. “It looks like you need some water.” Tanjiro looked at it before grabbing it with his teeth and drinking it. “It seems you have injured your jaw so please be careful! I added an anesthetic to help with the pain.” Shinobu stated as he gulped down the water. Tanjiro finished the water in a few seconds, feeling some relief. Shinbou spoke up again, “Are you ready to tell us your story now?”

Y/N’s POV — Location: In The Box

As I woke up, I could hear some lady shouting at the person carrying the box Nezuko and I were in.

“Please Master Shinazugawa! I must ask you to put down that box!”

So his name is Shinazugawa?.. Pretty name.. I wonder where Tanjiro is..

I glanced at my younger sister, who was still asleep.

Nezuko.. You’re okay.. You had me worried when we were fighting that Lower Moon.. He was such a poor soul.. I hope he was able to meet his family in the afterlife.

I started to zone out, thinking back to the fight that occurred a while ago. I guess I got too distracted by my thoughts because the next thing I knew, I felt a sharp pain through my shoulder. I couldn’t help but let out a large muffled yelp from the sudden pain.

Glancing down, I noticed a green and black colored sword going through Nezuko’s and I’s shoulder. I looked at her with a worried expression basically asking, “are you alright?” She nodded a little bit, still wincing from the pain.

“Anyone who harms my siblings answers to me! I don’t give a fuck if you’re a hashira or not!”

Oh there you are Tanjiro.. I’m so glad you’re okay.

“Oh how very nice for you!” A deep voice says with a chuckle. The sword was then ripped out of the box completely. I let out a gasp as blood started to drip down my arm and chest, slowly regenerating.

“Cease this! The master will be arriving shortly!” Another voice shouted.

There was a loud sound before I could feel the box hitting the floor, accidentally hitting my head on the side of the box. I could hear a commotion from outside the box, consisting of multiple gasps and sweet sound of a giggle followed by a “pardon me.”

“If you can’t tell the difference between good demons and bad ones, then you shouldn’t be a hashira!” I heard Tanjiro yell from the box.

Tanjiro… I let out a smile. You’re still protecting us no matter what… You’re the best younger brother anyone could have.

“You little..I’ll destroy you!” The same deep voice that was holding the box earlier was heard. Before anything else could happen, a unfamiliar feminine voice spoke up, “The master of the mansion has returned.”

Master of the mansion? Where are we right now?..

A gentle, warming voice then spoke, “My beloved children, I thank you for coming here this day.” I could hear different pairs of feet walking, then the same voice spoke again, “Good morning to you all, the weather is strikingly nice today. Perhaps with a blue sky?”

His voice puts me at ease.. It’s so gentle and comforting.. I wonder who that is

“Finding ourselves here at the semiannual gathering with all the same faces, It brings me joy.” He spoke before the box was hit again. I then heard Shinazugawa speak up, “I’m pleased as well to see you in good health as well, master.”

I’m so sleepy.. Why am I so tired? It shouldn’t hurt to take a small nap… My thoughts faded as I started to doze off, falling into a dream.

Y/N’s POV — Location: In the Dream

I opened my eyes and looked around, noticing it was nothing but a black void. A voice spoke up behind me, “Y/N dear..”

I turned around to see a lady. A lady with black hair and purple eyes. My mother.

“Mother…” I let out in a soft tone. She smiled at me, holding her arms open. I knew what this meant. I would always give her hugs.

I then walked right into her arms, starting to tear up. Why wasn’t i the one who died?.. why couldn’t you be the one who lived?… She wrapped her arms around me, feeling the same as it used to. Warm. Comforting.

“My son, I am so proud of you. You protected your siblings.” She stated as she started to run her fingers through my (h/c) hair. “Please keep making me proud and continue to protect them..” I let of a nod against her shoulder.

“I promise I will.”

Y/N’S POV — Location: In the Box

I woke up from my dream immediately from the scent of blood.

Was someone hurt?

I open my eyes to see crimson blood dripping into the cracks of the box. I look over at Nezuko to see her starting to drool through her muzzle.

“Nezuko.. calm down.” I let out in soft whisper, hoping to calm her hunger.

“Hey demons! It’s time for your dinner!” I heard Shinazugawa shout from outside the box. Nezuko started to claw at the box and let out growls of hunger. “Don’t hold back. Show us your true colors.” Shinazugawa spoke again.

Another voice spoke up, this one unfamiliar. “It’s the daytime, no good doing this now. It will only show up in the shadows.”

I don’t like where this is going..

“Master, Please forgive me for the discourtesy I’m about to commit.” Shinazugawa spoke from the same spot. I could feel the box get lifted and slammed onto the ground once again. The same sword from earlier stabbed into the box again, going through the shoulder of Nezuko then out again.

I’m starting to get irritated.. He keeps injuring her… I look at Nezuko worried.

“Stop it!” I heard Tanjiro yell.

Suddenly, the door of the box was opened from the outside. Nezuko started to stand up, growing to her full size.

This is such a pain..

I look up from the box at who I assumed was Shinazugawa. White Hair. Violet Eyes. Scars Everywhere. I took in his appearance, not affected by his blood in the slightest.

I don’t have the desire to drink blood..but Nezuko can’t help it.. You got this, honey.

I heard Tanjiro yell out our younger sisters name. I look at Nezuko to see her stop struggling but had a lost look on her face. She stood there for a few seconds before turning away with a look of digust.

The comforting voice from earlier spoke up again, “Tell me what happened.” The unfamiliar feminine voice then explained.

“There it is, undeniable proof Nezuko won’t attack a human.” The soft voice explained to the other voices I heard prior to falling asleep I assume.

Nezuko looked down at me and I just let out a closed eyed smile at her. Then Shinazugawa spoke up, “What about you?! Huh?! You know you want it!” I look up at him to see him glaring down at me.

I guess it’s my turn.. I stood up, growing to my full size.

3rd Person POV

The other Hashiras shifted their focus to the other demon that started to come out of the box, taking in its appearance in shock. It was a male with (h/l) (h/c) hair tied up, (e/c) with slitted pupils, and he was dressed up in a black kimono. He was the definition of pretty. They noticed something different though, there was a gentle look in his eyes.

The (h/c) male looked at Shinazugawa, before reaching for his bamboo muzzle. The other hashiras reached for their swords just in case. They watched as the demon took the muzzle out of his mouth, letting it rest around his neck.

“Are you alright?.. You’re bleeding.” The males voice came out soft. Shinazugawa stared at the male in confusion and shock at the question. He then let out a growl of anger, “Why are you asking me that?! Why aren’t you affected by my blood?!” Y/N just simply smiled at him slightly before reaching into his kimono, pulling out a roll of gauze. “You shouldn’t injure yourself.” Y/N stated as he gently took the white haired males arm, starting to wrap the gauze around the open wound. Shinazugawa was too shocked to speak or move away from the male.

Y/N finished wrapping the olders arm, then he turned towards the others. The first thing he noticed was a man dressed in striped clothing was pinning down his younger brother to the floor with his elbow.

“Excuse me, the man with the snake.. Would you mind letting my brother go please? Neither Nezuko or I are not going to attack any of you.” Y/N asked in a soft tone to the other male.

Obanai scoffed and replied in a harsh tone, “No way, I’m not taking orders from a de-” He was interrupted by the tall male inside the house, known as Kagaya Ubuyashiki. “Obanai.. Please release the boy.” Obanai stared, wide eyed at his master but followed the orders given.

Y/N looked at the Master, noticing the sickness that was on his face. No matter, he still thought the male in front of him was gorgeous.

“Do tell me what happened with the other demon..” Kagaya spoke curiously. One of his daughters spoke up from next to her father, “The male demon smiled at Shinazugawa before wrapping his wounds for him, the blood seemingly not affecting him at all.”

“Well my children.. That proves that Y/N nor Nezuko will not harm humans.” Kagaya let out a soft smile towards his Hashiras. “I hope this will be accepted by all that these two demons will stay and work for the Demon Slayer corps. Tanjiro go out and defeat a Twelve Kizuki, do that and you’ll be accepted by all.”

Tanjiro sat up, looking at the master. “Alright! Me and my siblings will defeat Muzan Kibutsuji!” Y/N covered his face in embarrassment at his younger brothers bold claim, knowing well that they barely survived their last fight. “Let’s start with defeating a twelve kizuki first.” Kagaya said towards the boy with a slight chuckle.

The other hashiras let out some giggles as Tanjiro bows his head in embarrassment. “We have concluded our business with you, Tanjiro.” Kagaya stated. Shinobu then requested that the three siblings would stay at her estate, Kagaya agreeing.

Y/N walked over to the shared box, shrinking to fit in with his sister. Climbing in the box, Y/N shut the door behind him. The kakushi lifted the box, carrying it away towards The Butterfly Mansion, not before apologizing to the master for the intrusion.

Y/N held his sister close as he fell asleep with one thought in his mind.

“Everything will be okay, your big brother is here.”

[theyanderespecialist]

Base Yandere Aizetsu (Aka Sorrow Emotion For Upper-Rank Moon 4) Headcanons (Demon Slayer)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins and Bad Butt Biscuits! I am here with a new chapter! This one is with one of the emotion clones of The Upper Rank 4 Moon, Sorrow aka Aizetsu. The Sad Boy! I hope that you all enjoy this chapter here!]

(Disclaimer: Aizetsu aka Sorrow is not yandere in canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine, just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are, you dirty flaky biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life, Also, Remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon and canon! Thank you!) 

-Base Yandere Headcanons With Aizetsu Aka The Emotion Clone Sorrow From Upper Rank Moon 4- 

.Aizetsu is the negative emotion clone who has a lot of sorrow and depressive emotions that have made him. 

.So when he met you it was like something spark in his very depressive nature and he wanted to be with you and to have and hold you and to be with you forever and always. 

.You were like his light in the dark, his sunshine in a storm, and so much more. 

.Being without you makes everything so much worse for him. 

.When he is not with you, life is depressing and meaningless and he is filled with despair. 

.But with you, he finds joy in the little things and he wants to keep you safe and sound and to be with you on such an intimate level. 

.Side note he would be sad when sex is over because the sex is over and he cannot continue to make love to you. (This is the man who would cry after sex because it ended FR FR) 

.He becomes addicted to you very, very fast, you were just the embodiment of life, pleasure, and light for him that he became addicted to you. 

.He is a very obsessive yandere. 

.He would even say stuff like "It is sad, I have rivals, I will not have them for long, but it sad that others want to take (Name) from me." 

.Or "(Name) is the only good thing in my life, without them, I am nothing, I cannot bear to lose them to anyone I will take out whoever tries to steal them from me, but I will feel bad for them... For they will never be able to have my (Name) and they will die knowing they were not good enough for (Name), it is sad..." 

(BOY You making me depresso expresso!) 

.So he would deal with rivals but killing them, simple as that, though he does it behind your back and keeps it a secret from you. 

.He does not want you to look at him with fear or hatred or anything like that for what he has done for you and him to be together. 

.Also he would be a slightly manipulative yandere using his soft boy and sad boy energy to guilt the hell out of you. 

.Yes he feels bad about it... but that does not mean he will stop doing it!  

.He would never want to leave your side (Side note he is like a sad puppy dog tbh) for he knows how dangerous the world is, and he could not bear it if you were hurt. 

.He would not be able to come back to himself if you had been hurt and he lost you because of being hurt. .So he is for sure going to turn you into a demon, he knows he should have gotten your permission. 

.But he would not allow you to be taken from him. He will do whatever it takes to earn back your trust and earn your love. 

.To be honest, he is not a really bad yandere, he yes would turn you into a demon against your will... 

.But he never lays a hand on you, he does not have the heart in it to physically punish you. 

.At worst he would chain you to the bed, but he feels like shit about it and is very apologetic about it. 

.He just does not want you to get hurt. 

.He thinks a lot about turning you into a demon because then you could always be with him and you will always be safe. 

.He just has to get the other clones to agree to leave you alone (Side note I will do one where the five or four emotions share you! So be ready for that in the future) 

.He is a very protective yandere and would put his own body at risk to keep you safe, becoming your shield for you. 

.He is a sad musclelly boy, but he is kind of a sad boy knight as well. 

.He will serve you, and keep you safe, cause to him you are the most wonderful thing, truly a deity and he is here to serve you. 

.He is also a very loyal yandere and would even go against the other upper rank 4 emotions to be with you. 

.He would even fight them if he had to. 

.You make him confident and bold and feel so good, how can he not stay by your side? 

.He would confess to you, most likely alone and in private, it has to be a sweet and intimate moment, between just you and him. 

.If you accept his feelings, he is shocked and may even cry, but for once these are tears of joy as his heart swells with happiness. 

.If you turn him down, he will say how sad it is, with tears in his eyes, and that he hopes you can forgive him. 

.He would knock you out and kidnap you, trying to get you to understand he only wants you safe and sound and the best for you. 

.One day he will turn you into a demon, he just hopes when the day comes you are willing. 

.As I said before he will still do it because you being with him forever is what matters most to him. 

.He could not bear for human sickness, disease, or old age to take you from him. 

.He loves you too much for all that. He will bear the burden of your anger at him, in the hopes that you can accept his love and him, one day... 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, Another chapter is done! I hope you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!] 

[neo--queen--serenity]

I’m still not over this conversation from the most recent episode. Yes, we knew that Tanjirou would be able to get through to Giyuu, due to their shared loss of family and loved ones at the hands of demons. And yes, we knew that Tanjirou still carried immense amounts of grief and sorrow when it came to these (still fairly recent) deaths.

But this is the first and only time Tanjirou has ever admitted to wishing that he had died instead of someone else. This is a huge and devastating thing for him to acknowledge about himself.

With his family, his survivor’s guilt was about not being there when Muzan attacked. Even though, realistically, he wouldn’t have stood a chance against Kibutsuji at the time, it doesn’t matter to him. This fact still constantly haunts him.

Rengoku’s death, though—this is the only time Tanjirou’s survivor’s guilt takes this shape, that his confusion and grief is so severe that he wishes that he had died instead.

Tanjirou tells himself that it’s because he believed Rengoku was capable of defeating Muzan someday. And there is some truth to this rationalization, but deep down, it’s an excuse. Rengoku didn’t survive against Akaza, a demon who—though incredibly formidable—was ultimately bound to have only a fraction of Muzan’s full strength.

Once the viewer understands this excuse for what it is, it hurts even more to understand why Rengoku’s death impacted him so heavily.

Tanjirou only knew Rengoku for a short period of time. And in that brief window, Rengoku managed to leave one of the greatest, deepest impressions on that him that few other characters were able to match.

There are many reasons why, but I think a huge part of it is because Rengoku was everything Tanjirou wanted and needed in his life at the time. He had other mentors up to this point, yes. But Rengoku was so similar to him, and his communication style was easy for Tanjirou to follow. He was affectionate, kind, morally sound, and near incontestable in a fight. Due to this, I think Tanjirou inadvertently saw Kyoujurou as the ideal demon slayer. The ideal fighter. The ideal person.

It doesn’t diminish his love for anyone else, not by a longshot. But Rengoku was, in ways Tanjirou may or may not have understood at the time, the perfect mentor for him. And that perfect person—someone he was desperate to learn from, someone he came to love so quickly and so fiercely—was snatched away from him before he could fully understand what he’d lost.

That’s why Tanjirou cried when Giyuu told him about Sabito. That’s why Tanjirou understood, without being told, that Giyuu was suffering from survival’s guilt. He heard and witnessed Giyuu’s despair firsthand, saw his loss and his struggle to live on and immediately empathized because it reminded him of how it felt to lose Rengoku.

[luxesiren]

𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 — 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 | drabble

(✞) warnings; smut. mdni

sorrow whimpers during sex. you’re riding him, his hands on your waist and his eyes lidded while he watches you bounce on his cock. you can’t help but smile at the high pitch whining you hear from him and the soft whimpers that leave him every time your hips meet each other’s. he’s practically stuttering through his dirty talk, can’t even get a word out cause he so focused on how good you feel and how warm your cunt feels around him. eyes watering with unshed tears as more whimpers continue to leave him and only getting louder as he cums inside you.

© 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 | do not steal, copy, or repost to other websites like wattpad or ao3

[kiame-sama]

rui's death really be hitting differently (demon slayer), so can I request Rui finding a motherly demon? like she encounters him and treats him like he's her kid.

- Rui has finally found one of those family members he has always wanted. Someone who cares about him and will fight to protect him however she can like a true mother would. His past has resulted in him being fixated on this concept of family, so finding a motherly demon that will be that ideal for him means quite a lot to Rui.

- Rui will be rather obvious in his favoritism towards his motherly companion. Because she acts the way he desperately wants her to, he will favor his motherly compatriot far more than the other members of his makeshift family. He won't tolerate the others trying to hurt his adored 'mother' and will become violent towards them if they try to harm her or push her away.

- Rui makes it clear his 'father' must protect her no matter what and he is thrilled when the two get along as if they were married. He is less pleased with his 'siblings' as he wants all of his family members to love him and treat him the way his 'mother' does. Due to already having his 'mother' he is more lenient with his 'father' and doesn't hold his 'father' to the same standard seeing as he believes a father would be loving but distant.

- Rui will ask if he can sleep next to his mother during the day and will latch on to her side as he sleeps. That comfort of being held and cared for does wonders to make Rui feel loved and protected. He will be sorrowful and despondent should anything happen to his beloved 'mother'.

[theoriginalkaminari]

Imagine Giyuu Tomioka having a partner like Zoë Hange of Attack On Titan.

◇Notes: dude I just started watching Demon Slayer and its already my new hyperfixation and I've watched so much already mannnn◇

♧References, swears, silly stuff because I'm coping, also this is actual horse shit (guys i miss hange so much)♧

Like imagine you are completely fucking OBSESSED with demons, similar to how Hange is with Titans.

You spend hours and days without sleep as you study and observe the demon you captured, giggling maniacally to yourself as you watch it struggle.

"Tell me, how do us humans taste?" You ask it, sitting backwards on a chair as you face it. The demon is chained down as Giyuu watches it, katana at the ready.

The demon growls loudly at you, bearing its teeth. You grin devilishly and nod. "I see. We must be an acquired taste, then." You say as you cross your arms, your eyes never leaving the demon's face.

Its not like the demon can't talk, it just doesn't want to. Which makes you yap even more.

"So." You begin, pacing around the room. "Since you refuse to tell me your name," you stop, kneeling down in front of the chained up demon.

"Your name is now Mochi." You grin devilishly, a sparkle in your eyes. Giyuu sighs, leaning against the wall. He's seen you name and talk to the demons as if they were your children, which he quite frankly thinks is weird, but unique.

A few days later, you brought in a friend for Mochi, another demon you named Teeth. You called him Teeth because he tried stabbing you with his own tooth.

Teeth was a lot more talkative. Mostly about how he would one day escape from the chains and kill you, and you only laughed and patted his head.

Giyuu didn't really mind how close you physically got to the demons, because he knew you would be smart and quick enough to dodge if they tried to break free.

However....he did think it was strange how you told bedtime stories to the demons.

But he does think Mochi enjoyed the company.

Mochi and Teeth only lasted for a few days before Sanemi killed him.

"MOCHI!" Your screams of sorrow fill the halls of the estate, crying at your knees as Giyuu rubs your back comfortingly. "TEETHHHH!!"

Giyuu seems more confused by this, but decides to finish comforting you. Sanemi rolls his eyes, getting more annoyed by the minute.

Mitsuri crouches down to you, smiling nervously as she strokes your hair. "Now, now, crying won't help anything! Why don't you review everything Mochi taught you?" She says in her usual soft tone. You just continue to sob as you mourn your dear demon pets, Teeth and Mochi.

Giyuu leaves to get you another pet demon.

He doesn't like it, but he likes seeing you happy.

[coraniaid]

The scene where Willow confronts Faith is Choices is kind of fascinating to me, because ... well.

I like Choices quite a lot, and I think Willow's dislike of Faith is perfectly understandable and in character (and her speech has some fun but probably not intentional foreshadowing for later seasons), but it's hard not to notice that the narrative expects you to be rather more unambiguously on Willow's side than I think is really warranted.

I mean, Willow might not have been the most popular girl in high school, but she has multiple close friends, a nice boyfriend, a stable [and fairly comfortably middle-class] home life, she "represents the pinnacle of achievement in Sunnydale High" in the words of her school's principal, she's trusted enough to teach at the school, in a year she'll be able to go to any college she wants (and, unlike some people, she can afford to go anywhere she wants), she used to hack into government computer databases (before she ever met Buffy!) and now she's teaching herself dark magic "for fun" and she hasn't [yet] ever suffered any real repercussions for either of those things.

On the other hand, from what little we hear about Faith's past we know she grew up poor and that her mother used to get drunk and beat her, that she didn't have any friends and dropped out of high school young, she is very strongly implied on multiple occasions to have been the victim of some pretty horrific abuse before being called as a Slayer, and after being called as a Slayer she got to watch the one adult who ever told her she mattered get killed horribly in front of her before fleeing across the country to a town where she doesn't know anybody, still has no friends, doesn't have a job or go to school and lives alone in a motel in the bad part of town. And when she accidentally killed a man, while trying to do the whole slaying vampires thing she's supposed to be doing, the Watcher's Council -- who never actually bothered to send her a new Watcher of her own -- decided to have her abducted and dragged away to England [a fate which surely nobody deserves].

Yet a part of Willow clearly thinks (and almost outright says) "oh, well, yeah, but she hangs out with Buffy sometimes when I don't get to and she slept with the guy -- not my nice boyfriend! -- who I used to have a crush on (and who I was briefly cheating on said boyfriend with), so it's clearly impossible to say which of us really had things worse and I don't need to feel sorry for her". And -- again, while this is great characterisation for Willow -- it's kind of hard not to notice that the writers think she has a compelling point.

Yes, sure, Faith has defected to working for the Mayor and has a knife drawn on Willow this scene (she's not anything like a blameless victim at this point of the story) and it takes a certain level of physical bravery for Willow to stand up for herself despite that. But ... I mean, come on. "You had friends like Buffy" is only true if you accept it to mean "you had exactly one friend, who was Buffy". "It's way too late" for Faith to seek forgiveness ... how many people has Faith killed at this point? One, by mistake? Giles has killed more people than that. "Some people think you had a lot of bad breaks?" Yeah, actually in Faith's shoes I'd want to hit Willow after she said that too.

I realize that part of the show's central thesis -- something that explicitly came up as recently as Earshot -- is the idea that everybody, regardless of how comfortable their life might seem from the outside, has their own sorrow and pain and (only occasionally metaphorical) demons to fight. But while that's not entirely wrong, it's also ... not entirely complete? Everyone has it bad sometimes, but some people really do have it worse than others. Pretending otherwise is ... not a serious position to take.

Willow's life could be better, but she's not gone through anything like Faith has. I'd argue she literally can't imagine how bad Faith's life has been. She really doesn't have as much moral authority as the show's writers think she has at this point.

[Compare this part of Season 3 with the first half of Season 6, when the show is overflowing with sympathy for Willow's abrupt descent into magic addiction but has no sympathy at all for Amy Madison, whose own magic addiction is just implied to be because she's inherently a Bad Person who Willow needs to avoid and whose own horrific past and abusive mother and complete lack of support system is just entirely forgotten about. Or, indeed, to the weird take of Dead Man's Party, which has Buffy apologize to Willow for ... what? Having problems of her own that don't revolve around Willow? Being too busy mourning the loss of everything she ever cared about to tell Willow how uniquely special and amazing she was for learning rudimentary magic? Not being grateful enough for Willow restoring Angel's soul without bothering to ask Buffy if that was something she still wanted her to try?]

So, the overall effect is ... yeah, it's a good scene. But it's almost a good scene despite the writer's intentions, not because of them. It's much less of an ambiguously triumphant moment for WIllow than I believe we're meant to read it as.

[ponderingmoonlight]

(y/n) sparing Kokushibo's life for him to save her

Pairing: Kokushibo x fem!reader

Word Count: 3,9k

Synopsis: You find yourself standing in front of none other than the upper moon one. And while you know your chances are low and that your life might end in the dusk of day, you are able to cage Kokushibo into the upgoing sun. Until his eyes are filled with sorrow, until you make a decicion that might cost your life...

Warnings: this is my first ever Kokushibo fic so please let me know what you think! Like for Yorichii, I inserted a few pics into the fanfic itself so be prepared, angst to fluff, not proofread yet, NO MANGA SPOILERS 🤍

Special thanks to my dear @lavenderdrxp for the request!

The cold air of the night lashes against your sensitive skin without mercy, only warmed by your blood that runs down your frame like rivers. You are so tired. Tired of fighting, tired of your life. Why did you decide on becoming a demon slayer, developing into a quite skilled hashira? Right, because one of them murdered your whole village without blinking, because you wanted to protect humans from their cruel hands.

Your fingers start to tremble uncontrollably while you hold onto your sword for dear life, the handle smeared in crimson. The second you laid your eyes on him, felt his presence, you saw death itself. You’ve never encountered one of the upper moons carefully chosen by Muzan Kibutsuji himself. Until today, you were so keen to win this endless fight, thought you’d stand a chance against the demon king.

“Give up your dreams and die.”

But the man in front of you is the upper moon one. The man in front of you was able to almost kill you with just one skilled slash of his sword. Is this how you’ll die? In a 10-minute fight with a demon? Of course, you always knew your life would end like this. After all, this is the fate of a demon slayer, this is what you chose.

But…you don’t want to die. You want to live a long and healthy life, want to eat mochis until sunset and play cards with your friends.

“I will never give up”, you press out, dashing forward over and over again.

Your body begs you to stop and rest, to let your blade fall and never return to this life. But instead, you stare into his cold eyes, those beautiful colourful orbs that would fascinate you in another situation. How did a man like him end up being such a powerful demon?

“Foolish human. Do you really think you are able to defeat me?”

Your eyes dart up to the sky above. That cursed night that makes it possible for these creatures to walk on earth freely. But that faint shimmer of orange tells you that day will soon arrive, that maybe…

It might be stupid to even consider a win, that you’ll make it out of here alive. But if you are able to entertain him for a couple more minutes and trap him until sunrise, you’d be able to not only escape, but kill him.

Your mind starts to race, eyes scanning his body up and down. He’s quite tall and muscular, it won’t be easy to defeat him without any weapons. No, not even your katana will be enough. But maybe the poison you created with Shinobu-san will be.

“Use this against a demon whenever you feel like you can’t defeat him otherwise. This will make any demon unable to move for at least a few minutes.”

Every demon, she said. Every demon definitely includes the man standing in front of you. But will this be enough, are you actually skilled enough to even hit him? You need to inject the poison into his body, meaning a slice with your poisoned blade would be more than enough.

But that means you have to land a hit.

“You’re a fool if you really think I’ll give up so easily.”

Kokushibo needs to move, needs to end this fight before the sun starts to rise. You’re a hashira, his worst enemy. But instead, he can’t help but stare at you through the darkness of the night. You seem so unbothered by his presence, so confident in your abilities that it simply sweeps him off his feet.

Are you actually dumb enough to underestimate him? No, the fact that you keep your save distance to his sword tells him more than urgently that you know very well who is standing in front of you. No, your firm believe in yourself is enough to make you stand your ground.

And again, you dash towards him, holding onto your sword so tightly that your knuckles stand out white. He dodges your attack with ease, slicing through your tender flesh too light to hurt you critically. Oh, he knows all too well that he’s holding back, that you should be dead already. Why is he not able to end this fight, to finally get rid of you? Your eyes seem to gleam in the darkness, light up the word around him. When was the last time he saw the sun? He can’t remember. But your eyes have to be close.

A sudden pain crawling up his back rips him out of his pondering. What was that? Did you manage to hit him, is the sun starting to rise? Slowly he turns around, eyes finding your cramped-up figure on the floor. His flesh starts to heal in an instant, the only hint for your attack being a minor cut in his cloak. Yes, you indeed managed to hit him.

“I thought you are a hashira. Aren’t you aware that as a demon, I’m healing in an instant?”

Your heavy breaths hang in the air between both of you, your blood discolouring the forest ground crimson while your hands dig into the mud. This was all you’ve had left. It has to be enough, the poison has to function. Otherwise…

Your tired eyes dart towards him and the way he slowly approaches you. Will this be your end? Like in slow motion he raises his sword over your head, ready to behead you. At least you did what you could, faced him with everything you’ve head. Becoming a demon slayer meant being ready to give your life sooner or later. You allow your lids to rest, awaiting the bow of his sharp blade in silence. At least your end will be graceful, right?

But instead of his sharp blade, you are greeted by his tall figure crashing into you onto the ground. Is this real? Did the poison work? You force your eyes open, heart almost beating out of your chest when you begin to realize.

You made it. Despite the stinging fact that this man is the upper moon one, you somehow managed to stand up against him and steal his ability to move.

“You…poisoned…me”, he presses out.

What a fool he was for sparing your life when he had the chance to kill you so easily. Now the sun slowly but surely starts to rise, makes his skin burn uncomfortably while his venomous eyes stare right through your soul. You really are a brave one, bright orbs set on him while you free yourself from the pressure of his body above you.

“I did what I have to do. You are my enemy.”

Yes, you have to remind yourself over and over again. It doesn’t matter that his facial features suddenly begin to soften, you really don’t care about the way he stares into the rising sun. No, it doesn’t bother you that he looks almost…hurt.

“I haven’t seen a sunrise for a long time”, he mumbles.

“I love to see the sun rise. There is no better feeling than the first warm rays of the day against bare skin and that striking colours painted in the sky.”

“You look exactly like a woman who adores sunrises”, he comments so tenderly that you rip your gaze away from the orange sky for a second.

“And you look like a man who did as well”, you reply without thinking twice.

In the dim light he looks breathtakingly gorgeous. Yes, there is no doubt that this demon once was a handsome man with the kindest eyes. You hold your breath, the mark engraved into his eye reminding you more than urgently that this man is indeed a powerful demon. You should leave him to the sheer force of the sun, let him burn for all the sins he committed. But instead, a deep grief holds onto your heart tightly.

“I did indeed.”

Is that a tear escaping his eye? No, impossible. No demon you ever encountered cried, regretted his actions. Does he feel the presence of death haunting after him, the way his skin starts to burn under the first rays of sunshine? His forehead starts to redden before catching fire, making a deep whimper escape his lips.

“Do you want to live on?”

What a stupid question to ask, how reckless to even talk to him. Why does your hand cup his cheek all of the sudden, why do you feel sorry for one of the strongest demons in existence?

“Maybe dying in the upgoing sun is more than I am able to ask for”, he speaks out slowly and reserved.

Your mind starts to raise, comes up with a plan more poisonous than anything Shinobu has ever created. This is ridiculous to even think about, you are a demon slayer, a hashira to be exact. The thought alone is ridiculous.

But not ridiculous enough to stop yourself from grabbing him under his armpits and start hovering him into the safety of the thick woods, away from the dangerous rays of sunshine. You feel like fainting, your very own blood following you behind like a trail while you huff in exhaustion. But still, you keep on moving, shield his body from the sun with your blood-soaked coat while all he does is staring at the angelic sky.

This will be the death of you, as soon as he regains the power over his body, he’ll slice you into pieces. Why? Why are you not strong enough to outstand your pity, why weren’t you able to leave him to his fate? Instead, you find yourself hauling him up a pair of stairs leading into an abandoned cottage you’ve known for years. This is your safe place, your retreat from this cruel world.

And this will be the place you lose your life in.

You fall onto the cold wooden floor the second the door behind both of you is closed, your mouth tasting like iron while coughing up blood. You must be severely injured, given the fact how numb your body starts to feel and how your heart seems to beat slower with every passing minute.

Your eyes catch his shadow next to you, how it builds up into its old frightening gloom. The poison must have worn off, gave him back the ability to move freely. You swallow hard, glossy eyes widened in thick horror.

This will be your end.

“Why did you save me?”

His dark voice sends shivers down your spine, the sheer presence of his powers alone while laying on the floor helplessly almost making you lose your composure.

“I don’t know”, you mumble in response, voice nothing more than a fade away whisper.

His heavy yet light footsteps make the floor vibrate underneath his weight when he crosses the room and comes to a stand in front of you. All you can do is stare at his feet next to your head, waiting for your certain death.

“I’m the upper moon one”, he reminds you.

“And I’m…a hashira…”

You feel the wood next to you give in under his weight as he kneels down next to you, six eyes staring at you intensely. Why…why is he still hesitating? It wouldn’t be hard to kill you in the state you are in, even though the sun now almost fully rose. What a victory, killing another hashira off with ease, coming closer to being the strongest.

Kokushibo can’t help but admire you for the way you still carry yourself with so much pride. Despite the fact that you’ll die within an hour if not treated, despite his sheer presence by your side, your eyes still hold contact with his unwavering. Like in trance he leans forward, lets go of the handle of his sword for the first time since forever. As gentle as his hands remember to move, he places them onto your stomach, watches as your eyes fill with dread. Is he even able to use his powers after all this time ignoring them? He has to try.

The room lights up in red as your body seems to burn alive, a silent scream escaping your lips before you are able to stop it. Out of instinct, you grab on of his hands, hold onto it tightly while waiting for the sharp pain haunting down your body.

But nothing happens. No, it almost feels as if…your pain slowly fades away.

“You…You healed me”, you breathe out in utter disbelief, chest rising and falling so sharply that oxygen refuses to fill your lungs.

Your hands wander around your body rapidly, scan every inch of your busted skin to be greeted by nothing.

“You healed me.”

“You saved me”, he replies briefly, hands still pressed onto your stomach ever so slightly.

Time stands still, the only thing you can think about are his eyes. The eyes that were filled with sorrow when staring into certain death, the eyes that roamed around your body to check for your injuries, the eyes that are now locked with yours.

“Thank you.”

“I need to thank you as well”, he answers calmly.

“I-…”

You don’t know what to say. Is all of this just a dream? This creature, this force of a man kneeling next to you is none other than the upper moon one, the most dangerous demon after Muzan Kibusuji himself. But he didn’t kill you. No, in fact he even healed your severe wounds, saved your life instead of sinking his teeth into you.

He spared you.

Your life was saved by a demon.

“Join the demon slayer corps. Come with me.”

Your words leave your mouth faster than you are able to even think, regret immediately washing over you like a wave. What on earth were you just saying?

“Did you forget how I am?”

“In exchange for saving your life”, you continue.

He just stares at you, eyes widen in sheer surprise. He expected everything when he followed your tracks tonight, the mission Muzan Kibutsuji entrusted Kokushibo with still present in his mind. It was fairly simple: Kill the hashira with the bright orbs, the girl on her way to a nearby village flooded by demons.

But now that he’s sitting right next to you, his hands still resting against your stomach, your heartbeat pounding against his palms, he simply can’t imagine to end your life right here and now. No, the urge to brush his fingertips over your cheek just once, to feel the heat of your skin becomes almost unbearable. Is it because of your innocent eyes, because you saved him despite he injured you severely?

“We live in different worlds, (y/n). It is simply impossible for me to be a part of yours.”

Your stomach drops by the way he says your name, breath getting stuck in your throat. You’ve seen countless demons in your life, always hated every single one with all of your heart. But this man showed you his real face, that he is still human after all these years. Maybe there is still hope, maybe turning into a demon doesn’t have to be a death sentence. Maybe…maybe you’ll be able to save Tanjiro Kamado’s sister.

“Promise that we’ll meet each other again. Promise me that you’ll visit me here right here again soon”, you urge.

“I…”

Kokushibo is los at words, lost in your bright orbs, lost in your tenderness. Not so long ago, he was on his way to end your life violently, to kill you and leave with the arrival of the sun. But now he finds himself right by your side, his mind wandering just by the exciting thought of meeting you again.

“I will visit you again”, he finally gives in.

“Good”, you breathe out.

“Now, tell me a little about yourself. After all, we are trapped here until the sun goes down.”

“I don’t enjoy talking that much.”

“Come on…”

-one year later-

Your eyes gleam in the down-going sun, whole body electrified in excitement. Only a few minutes before the sun is gone, only a few minutes until you finally see him again. As much as you adore the play of colours in the sky just before the sun sets, you started to love the tenderness of the night far more.

Because it means he’s able to walk freely, because it means finally seeing him again.

“There you are, sweetheart.”

Your heart skips a beat, cheeks already heating up before you even turned around. You wrap your arms around his tall figure in an instant, his thumb gently stroking over your forehead.

"I still despise that scar", he states, eyes lost in your sight.

He was the one who did this to you, the one who almost killed you that night.

“That was long ago, Koku, please don't worry about it. I missed you, where have you been?”

There he stands as charismatic as ever, his sheer presence alone signalling nothing but power. You never fail to notice that he’s around no matter where you are, looking after you while fighting off demons. Oh, how much he hates to hide in the shadow, to keep his affection a secret. But there is no way he’ll allow any other upper moon to harm a single hair on your body, let alone Muzan Kibutsuji himself.

Gently, you wrap your arms around him the way he adores so much, rest your head against his chest while he strokes your hair gently.

“I need to keep you save, I am not risking your life over one meeting, (y/n)”, he explains in all seriousness.

“I’d rather die than not seeing you”, you reply with a grin.

“Don’t say that, (y/n)”, he warns you while wrapping his arms tighter around your waist.

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