#yandere kocho shinobu

[animeyanderelover]

Tw: Yandere themes, toxic relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, clinginess, stalking, abduction, manipulation, threats, intimidation

Tags: @leveyani @kanaosprotector

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Kamado Nezuko

💕​Nezuko's clinginess and atalking tendencies aside, I think the biggest problem you are going to face is her protective brother who, whilst smelling that you have no bad intentions, is still showing a tad bit of caution. Whilst Nezuko is able to tell that her darling is uncomfortable and that her questionable actions play part in it, she is genuinely not able to grasp the full extent of the situation which is why you get more often comforting head pats as if that will help you to calm down. It isn't like Nezuko is very frightening but she is still someone who goes where you go and who even stalks you, even when you are asleep. Admittedly, she is partially quite protective in doing this too. When you do grow more comfortable around her, she senses that and whilst she may not be able to detect what exactly happened to solve the problem of your feelings, she is happy now that you are feeling happy too and finally stops fussing over you now that there is nothing she feels like she has to worry about.

Kocho Shinobu

🦋​Shinobu of course knows about her obsession but she has done well to hide it behind her sweet facade so far, although eventually all secrets have to be exposed in the face of danger. She is such a little menace with her sweet smile but her threatening aura to the point where you are scared of the woman who knows the one or other thing about poisoning someone. There is always something fake about Shinobu in the way she presents herself which keeps you on your toes. I reckon it is probably when she has the heart to open up to you that your perspective slowly changes as you see a vulnerable and genuine side she hasn't shown you before. Shinobu, as witty and quick-minded as ever, recognises how your feelings start changing and feels happy about it. Yes, she is using that a tiny bit to her advantage but at the same time she starts giving you trust she hasn't given you before. A part of her is still fully committed to poisoning you if you were to try to escape her though.

Rengoku Kyojuro

🔥​It is not common for a man to choose another man as a romantic partner but Kyojuro brushes off all possible criticism with a fierce enthusiasm that scares the people who had to give their comment in the first place. It is that enthusiasm and his sheer determination that is your problem though as Kyojuro has his beliefs that do not waver. He is convinced that your relationship will work, he is determined that he has to protect you as his lover no matter your own status and sometimes all of this can be downright oppressing. It is just exhausting to argue with him because he will never listen to the words that go against his own determination and conviction. So instead of arguing you at one point just embrace the flames of his feelings as you are too tired to fight against him and that is how you start getting used to him and his behavior. Kyojuro himself is highly pleased as he sees that you start seeing his point of view, as optimistic as ever and more loving now that all tension is gone.

Daki

🌺​How can you not love her?! As someone who has been spoiled by her brother and who has always been praised as a beautiful woman, Daki is very entitled as she genuinely believes that you have to love her simply because. The wariness you present her with though is not what she expects and she makes her upset feelings quite clear to you as she insults you, screams at you and throws her temper tantrums where you even get hurt as you are the first man who has not kneeled before her beauty. Accusations and wrong ideas that you do not find her beautiful are in her head and she cries to her brother that she has never been insulted like that before in her life. Honestly, there is no way that the isolation doesn't play a part in your change of heart around Daki. You would do yourself a favor by having that change of heart quick though and in return Daki will do a real 180 as her pride is restored and she feels validated that she can win ever men's heart which then allows her to spoil you and praise you for your adoration.

Kibutsuji Muzan

🩸​What gender you are honestly doesn't matter because Muzan will still discriminate against you simply for being a human. He doesn't tolerate anything but obedience and fear in everyone he faces so of course you have to displease him straight away. Human, know your place. He is cruel and terrible but he believes that he has the right to do so due to his own god complex so you get little to no mercy whenever you anger him in any way and as you find out pretty soon, he has a terrible temper. I call Stockholm Syndrome because with the way he treats you, there is no way you would fall willingly in love. Muzan has disciplined and trained you to behave properly after all because your previous behavior was intolerable in his eyes. I'm not saying that he treats you good after his training but he treats you somewhat better for as long as you show him the respect he believes he deserves. Then you may get some praise from his side and more affection as you now know how to behave in his presence.

[gothicxreylover]

𝖄𝔞𝖓𝔡𝖊𝔯𝖊 𝕳𝔞𝖘𝔥𝖎𝔯𝖆’𝖘 𝔭𝖚𝔫𝖎𝔰𝖍𝔦𝖓𝔤 𝔱𝖍𝔢𝖎𝔯 𝔰𝖎𝔤𝖓𝔦𝖋𝔦𝖈𝔞𝖓𝔱 𝔬𝖙𝔥𝖊𝔯

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Trigger warning this contains- emotional manipulation, violence, empty threats, possessive behavior, guilt tripping, drugging(?), degradation, forced affection and miss characterization(?)

Gender of reader is gender neutral

Characters that this contains are- Kyojuro Rengoku, Kanroji Mitsuri and Obanai Iguro, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Giyu Tomioka, Gyomei Himejima, Shinobu Kocho, Tengen Uzui and wives

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Kyojuro Rengoku

It's a warm evening, the sun setting over the horizon, casting a golden glow across the Demon Slayer Corps' headquarters. The scent of training grounds lingers in the air as you walk back to the shared living quarters after a long day.

You've been distant lately, and though Rengoku has tried to maintain his usual cheerful demeanor, he has noticed the subtle changes in you. The way your eyes avoid his gaze, how you sometimes slip away during meals, and how your words, once filled with admiration and affection, have become strained, almost... cold.

At first, he thought it was a passing mood. But after the third day of this behavior, his concern turns into something darker. Something that burns just as hot as the flames in his heart.

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You enter the shared room, the door creaking as it opens. Rengoku is sitting on a cushion, his posture regal, but his eyes are sharper than usual. There’s a quiet intensity in the way he watches you, like a predator sensing its prey.

His smile is the same, but there’s something unsettling in the way his gaze lingers. He rises slowly, his tall figure towering over you as you approach. His presence is overpowering, and despite his usual warmth, you can feel a cold edge to his energy now.

"Welcome back," he says, his voice smooth, but there’s a faint tremor beneath the surface, a dangerous hint of something unspoken. He steps closer, almost blocking your path.

"Is something troubling you, my dear?" His hand lifts, gently cupping your cheek, but there's an iron grip behind the softness, his thumb pressing just a little too firmly against your skin.

You try to step back, unsure of what to say, but he doesn’t let you retreat. He moves with terrifying speed, catching your wrist in a vice-like grip before you can react.

“Why do you keep pulling away?” His voice is low, and the warmth in it now feels forced, tainted with a darker edge. “Do you not love me anymore? Or is there someone else?"

You can see his eyes narrowing, his pupils flickering with barely contained fury. His gaze burns into yours, and it’s like he's searching your very soul, demanding an answer. Your silence only fuels his suspicions.

He tugs you closer, his fingers tightening around your wrist until it’s almost painful. “Answer me, now,” he demands, his voice rising, but it still holds that dangerous gentleness — as if it’s a command you should obey, as if it’s for your own good.

You try to speak, to explain, but the words catch in your throat. His grip tightens, and his other hand reaches up to thread through your hair, tilting your head back slightly, exposing your neck. His breath fans across your skin, and for a moment, everything is still.

“You’ve hurt me,” he whispers, his voice breaking through the tension. “You’ve made me doubt. I don’t like feeling this way… but you’ve made me.”

You begin to tremble, not from fear, but from the overwhelming intensity of his emotions. He’s not angry, not exactly, but it’s as if something deep inside him has snapped. This need to control, to possess, to keep you close — to make sure you never slip away from him again.

His grip loosens, and for a moment, you think it’s over. But then he pulls you into a fierce embrace, pressing you tightly against his chest. His voice is soft now, almost soothing, but you can feel the heat of his body, the tension in his muscles.

“You’ll never pull away from me again, will you?” he murmurs, the words wrapping around you like chains. “I’ll never let you. You belong to me, and only me.”

You feel his lips brush against your ear, and it sends a chill down your spine. “I will punish you, yes… but only because I love you. I do it for us… for our future.”

His arms tighten around you, and you realize there’s no escape. His obsession, his love, has driven him to this point. He’ll do anything to keep you close, to keep you *his.*

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Though Rengoku’s actions are extreme, it’s clear that he believes in the righteousness of what he’s doing. In his mind, this is not cruelty, but an act of correction. You have hurt him, after all, by distancing yourself from him, and he cannot allow that. The punishment isn’t physical — not in a brutal sense — but rather a form of emotional correction.

For the next few hours, Rengoku talks to you endlessly, making you repeat your affections for him over and over, ensuring that you understand just how deeply he loves you, and how *wrong* it is to push him away. His words are full of intensity, his affection all-consuming, like a fire that refuses to be extinguished.

He’s relentless, not in violence, but in the force of his devotion. He wants you to understand just how far he’s willing to go for you, how much he’s willing to sacrifice to keep you by his side.

By the time the night settles in, Rengoku finally releases you, his expression softening ever so slightly. He gazes at you with something akin to relief, as though he believes everything has been put right.

“You understand now, don’t you?” he asks, his voice calm once more, though the fire in his eyes still flickers like a burning ember. “You’re mine, and I will never let you go.”

He pulls you into his chest again, this time in a gentler embrace, as if to reassure himself that everything is as it should be. You’re his. And in his mind, that’s all that matters.

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Tengen Uzui & Wives

The evening sun is beginning to set, casting a fiery orange glow over the hidden estate where Tengen and his wives live. The garden is serene, a stark contrast to the chaos inside. The household is usually filled with laughter, warmth, and love, but tonight, the air is thick with tension.

For the past few days, you've been distant. You’ve been avoiding Tengen’s attention, slipping away during meals, refusing his usual affections. At first, he thought it was nothing — maybe you were just tired, stressed, or distracted. But as the days passed, the distance between you grew more apparent. Your words were cold, your touches absent.

Tengen’s patience began to wear thin, and the playful teasing he usually offered was replaced with sharp, calculating stares. His wives noticed it too. They’ve been watching — protective of their shared bond with him, and increasingly frustrated with the way you’ve been pulling away.

Together, they’ve decided that tonight, they will show you the consequences of your actions.

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You walk into the main room, thinking perhaps it’s just another evening. The house is quiet, too quiet. No sounds of Tengen’s usual flamboyant boasting or his wives’ gentle teasing. You take a step inside, but the moment you do, the door closes behind you with a soft but final *click*.

The room is dimly lit, with a single lantern casting long shadows on the walls. Tengen sits at the center of the room, his broad form illuminated by the flickering light. His eyes are piercing, cold, and unreadable. He’s no longer the joyful, loud, and boisterous Hashira you once knew. This version of him is intense, focused, and radiates a sense of undeniable authority.

Beside him, standing in a semi-circle, are his three wives: Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru. Each of them has an unreadable expression on their face, though there’s an unmistakable tension in the air. They’ve seen your actions — the distance you’ve been putting between yourself and Tengen — and they’re all just as upset as he is.

Tengen speaks first, his voice low and dangerous, but still somehow full of that confident swagger you’ve come to know. "You’ve been avoiding me," he states, not as a question, but as a matter of fact. His eyes flicker with something darker, something more intense. "You’ve been pushing me away, haven’t you? Even after everything I’ve done for you. After everything *we’ve* done."

You try to explain yourself, but before you can get a word out, Makio steps forward, her arms crossed, her expression stern. “We don’t tolerate disobedience in this house,” she says firmly, her voice like a blade cutting through the silence. “Not when you’ve been given so much love. So much *attention.*”

Suma, who’s usually the more gentle and naive of the group, looks at you with a mix of sadness and frustration. “You... you made Tengen angry. We can’t just let that slide. It’s not fair to him... to us.” Her voice trembles slightly, but there’s an underlying anger she can’t quite hide.

Hinatsuru is the quietest of them all, but the sharpness in her eyes says more than words ever could. She steps to Tengen’s side, placing a hand on his arm, a subtle gesture that solidifies their united front. "You know what happens when you make him feel neglected," she says softly, but there's a chill in her tone that makes you freeze. "We all suffer... and so do you."

Tengen stands up then, slowly walking toward you with a confident stride, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. His gaze never leaves yours as he moves closer, and the air around him feels heavy with a sense of finality. He doesn’t speak immediately, letting the tension build as his wives watch in silence.

Finally, he stops in front of you, his towering frame casting a shadow over you. “You’ve hurt my feelings,” he says, the words dripping with a possessive edge. “I thought you understood how much I care about you, how much we all do. But you... you didn’t even *try* to show us the same respect.” His eyes darken, the intensity rising. “So now, you’re going to learn what happens when you treat us like this.”

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The punishment isn’t brutal, not in the traditional sense. It’s far more emotional, manipulative, and suffocating — exactly what you feared but didn’t know how to avoid. Tengen’s hands grip your shoulders roughly, holding you in place while his wives encircle you, their eyes cold and calculating. Each of them takes turns scolding you, their voices filled with a mix of disappointment and anger.

Makio speaks first, her voice low and threatening. “You think you can get away with ignoring us? That we won’t notice? We always notice. And we always deal with it. You will show us respect. You will show Tengen the love he deserves. If you don’t...” Her fingers trail lightly across your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. “Well, we can make it *very* uncomfortable for you, sweetheart.”

Suma’s hands rest gently on your arms, but her grip tightens in a way that is almost unnerving. “Please don’t push us away,” she says, her tone pleading but tinged with frustration. “Tengen’s heart is all we have. All we’ve *ever* had. You can’t just take that away from us. It’s not fair.”

Hinatsuru’s voice is the softest but most dangerous. “If you ever make him feel like this again, we won’t be so gentle,” she warns, stepping forward and resting her hand on Tengen’s shoulder. “You don’t want to see him upset like this. Trust me.”

Tengen finally speaks again, his voice calm but carrying a deadly edge. “You don’t get to make me wait. You don’t get to treat my love like it’s nothing. You belong to me. To *us.*” His grip tightens on your shoulders as he pulls you closer to his chest, almost suffocating you in his embrace. "We *own* you. And now, you’ll remember that. You’ll remember us. Forever."

His wives surround you, their presence looming like a suffocating force. The punishment is psychological. They remind you of your place in their world, that you belong to Tengen, that you owe him your unwavering loyalty and affection. They make you repeat how much you care for him, how much you love him, and how you will never distance yourself again.

By the time they’re finished, you’re left breathless, dizzy, and overwhelmed by the intensity of the emotions you’ve been forced to confront. Tengen pulls away, his demeanor shifting to something softer, almost affectionate, as if the entire ordeal were a test of your love and devotion. His wives, too, smile gently, though there’s a dangerous undertone beneath their kindness.

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Giyu Tomioka

The evening is unusually quiet. The night sky is clear, and the gentle breeze flows through the trees of the Demon Slayer Corps' headquarters. You’ve returned from a long day of training, your body sore, your mind preoccupied. But as you make your way back to your shared quarters, you can’t shake the unsettling feeling that something is off.

The door creaks open, revealing Giyuu standing in the center of the room, his back to you. His usual posture is stiff, and his hair falls loosely over his shoulders. There’s an unsettling stillness about him, a coldness that makes you pause. Normally, Giyuu is reserved, even distant, but tonight there’s something more in his presence.

You step inside, trying to mask your unease, but as soon as the door clicks shut behind you, you feel the weight of his eyes on you. His gaze never wavers, and despite his quiet nature, there’s an intensity in the air — an intensity that makes you shiver.

"You're late," he says, his voice calm but laced with an edge that you can't ignore. His tone isn't accusatory, but it demands an answer, like a quiet storm waiting to break.

“I was training with the others,” you respond, your voice a little too soft as you try to gauge his mood. You don't want to upset him, not now, but you can't help feeling like something is wrong.

"You've been spending more time with them," Giyuu continues, his back still turned, his hands clasped behind him. "More time away from me."

You swallow, your stomach tightening. You’ve noticed Giyuu's mood shifting lately — his unspoken jealousy, his possessiveness. The way his eyes would linger a little too long when you spoke to others. It was subtle at first, but now it’s undeniable. The coldness in his voice now, the way he doesn’t even turn around to face you, makes your pulse quicken.

He finally turns, his gaze sharp and piercing, his face devoid of expression but his eyes full of something darker. "Why do you think that is?" he asks, his voice barely a whisper, yet it feels as though the words hit you like a blow.

You’re confused. "What do you mean?" you ask, though you know exactly where this is heading.

He steps closer, slowly, deliberately, until there’s no space between you. You’re trapped in his cold, unwavering gaze. "I’m the only one who matters to you, aren't I?" His voice drops lower, like a quiet threat. "Tell me. *Am I the only one you care about?*"

You feel the heat of his proximity, the tension in the air palpable. His eyes don’t blink, and his posture remains rigid. There’s no warmth in his presence, no reassurance — only a cold, suffocating weight that presses down on you. His fingers brush lightly against your cheek, but the gesture is distant, as if he's examining you, studying you for any sign of defiance.

"I don’t want to share you," he murmurs, his voice barely audible, the words almost a confession. "I don’t want to see you with anyone else. *You belong to me.*"

The phrase is possessive, a simple declaration of ownership that sends a shiver down your spine. You want to step back, to escape from his suffocating gaze, but his hand suddenly grabs your wrist, pulling you closer.

“Why do you make me feel this way?” he asks, his voice strained, as though he’s battling with something inside himself. “Why do you make me doubt you? Why do you push me away?”

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Giyuu’s punishment isn’t loud or violent — it’s quiet, almost gentle, but it’s more emotionally intense than anything you’ve experienced. The way he forces you to stay in his presence, to accept his interpretation of love, is more a form of psychological control than anything physical.

He pushes you back against the wall, not roughly, but with a firm hand. "You know what happens when you hurt me, right?" he asks, his voice eerily calm, as if he’s rationalizing everything to himself. "When you make me feel like this, like I’m not enough, it’s your fault."

He leans in close, so close that his breath brushes against your skin, and for a moment, you think you see something flicker in his eyes — not just anger, but fear. He’s terrified of losing you. He’s terrified that, despite everything he’s done for you, you might slip away.

"You make me feel like I’m *losing* you," he repeats, his voice thick with emotion. His hand grips your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes, to confront him head-on. "And when I feel like I’m losing you, I don’t know what I’ll do." His fingers twitch as if he’s struggling to hold back the need to control, to make you understand just how deep his obsession goes.

"Say it," he demands, his grip tightening. "Say that you won’t leave me. That I’m the only one for you. That you’ll never push me away again."

The way he says it — the command in his voice, the way his hand almost bruises your skin — makes you feel trapped, suffocated by his unyielding presence. There’s no escape, not from his obsession, not from the hold he has over you.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, your voice shaking as the weight of his words presses down on you. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

His expression softens for a brief moment, the edge of his anger dissipating, but only momentarily. “I know you didn’t,” he says, his voice quiet now, almost affectionate, though it’s still laced with an underlying intensity. “But when you pull away from me… it hurts. I can’t stand it.”

Giyuu lets out a shaky breath, pulling you into a tight embrace, but there’s no comfort in it. His arms wrap around you like a vice, holding you in place, as if to make sure you can’t escape.

"You’re mine," he whispers in your ear. "You’re not allowed to leave me. Not now, not ever."

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When Giyuu finally pulls away, he seems calmer, though the undercurrent of possessiveness remains. His eyes still watch you carefully, tracking your every movement, making sure that you understand the weight of what just transpired.

"You won’t do that again, right?" he asks softly, his voice almost gentle, but still filled with that same dark edge. His hands are still hovering near you, as if he’s afraid to let you out of his sight.

You nod quickly, too afraid to speak, your mind still reeling from the emotional intensity of the punishment.

“I’m sorry,” you finally manage to say, your voice barely a whisper. “I won’t pull away again.”

Giyuu nods once, his lips curling into a faint, almost imperceptible smile — a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. "Good. Because if you do, I won’t let you go so easily."

As he pulls you back into his arms, you realize that his love, twisted as it is, is all-consuming. The grip he has on your heart is tighter than ever, and there’s no room for escape. You belong to him now — and in his mind, you always will. He can’t lose you, not when he lost so many people he loved.

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Shinobu Kocho

The sun is setting over the Butterfly Mansion, casting long, soft shadows on the well-maintained gardens. The scent of flowers and herbs fills the air, and everything seems peaceful and serene. However, the atmosphere inside the mansion is thick with a tension that cannot be ignored.

You’ve been acting distant lately. Perhaps it’s because of the long hours of work with the Demon Slayer Corps, or maybe it’s the growing distance between you and Shinobu. Her sharp observations have not gone unnoticed. Every time you avert your gaze, every time your attention lingers elsewhere, she sees it. And Shinobu, ever the methodical strategist, has begun to grow suspicious. *Too* suspicious.

Tonight, you had planned to relax together, but she had noticed your hesitance to spend time with her. You were too busy to attend dinner with her. You seemed preoccupied with your own thoughts, even when you shared a room together. To her, it felt like a betrayal. And in Shinobu’s mind, a betrayal must be punished — no matter how small, no matter how trivial it may seem.

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You arrive back at the mansion after a particularly grueling day. You think that you can slip into your room unnoticed, but as you enter the hallway, you’re met with the unmistakable sound of soft, measured footsteps. Shinobu stands at the end of the hall, her face as serene as ever, though there's something in her eyes — a quiet intensity, an unsettling coldness that makes your stomach twist.

Her expression remains calm, but her eyes narrow just slightly, a small detail that would have been easy to miss if you didn’t know her so well. "There you are," she says, her voice soft but carrying a weight beneath it. "I’ve been waiting for you."

You try to smile, to brush off the strange sensation creeping up your spine. "Sorry, I got caught up with a few things," you say, hoping it sounds convincing.

But Shinobu doesn’t smile back. Instead, she tilts her head ever so slightly, her eyes boring into yours as if she’s reading you. "Caught up with *what,* exactly?" Her voice is still sweet, still calm, but the underlying edge is sharp enough to send a chill down your spine.

“I… I just had some things to take care of,” you answer, a little too defensively. “It’s nothing to worry about.”

The corner of her lips twitches upward, but it’s not a smile. It’s something colder. "Oh, but I do worry," she says, stepping closer with each word. "I’ve been *worrying* about you all day. About why you’ve been so... distracted."

You try to step back, but she closes the distance in an instant, her movements eerily fluid, like the strike of a snake. Her fingers lightly graze your cheek, the touch so gentle, almost affectionate — but there’s something unsettling about the way her eyes never leave yours. She’s examining you, her gaze cold, sharp, calculating.

“I’ve noticed,” she continues, her voice lowering just a touch, “that you’ve been *avoiding me*.”

You swallow hard. It’s true. You haven’t been as affectionate with her lately. You’ve been distant. But you never thought it would come to this — you never thought she would notice or, worse, care so much.

Shinobu’s fingers trail down your arm, her touch light, like a breath against your skin, but the pressure builds. "Is there someone else?" she asks softly, her voice carrying a slight bite now. "Someone who’s distracting you from me?"

"No," you quickly say, your voice betraying you with its nervousness. "It’s not like that. I swear, it’s just—"

Her hand clamps down on your wrist suddenly, her grip deceptively strong. "Don’t lie to me," she whispers, her voice now dangerously sweet. "I don’t like being lied to. It makes me... upset."

She pulls you toward her, her fingers digging into your wrist, and with a swift motion, she presses you against the wall. The force of her body against yours sends a shiver down your spine. Her lips are barely a breath away from your ear, and she whispers in a tone so soft, it feels like a lullaby before the storm.

“You’ve been neglecting me, haven’t you? You’ve been avoiding me, pulling away from me. Why?”

You try to speak, but she cuts you off with a sharp, almost cruel laugh. "I think I know why. It’s because you think I won’t notice. You think I won’t see the way you look at others, the way you’re pulling away from me. You think I don’t care." She leans in closer, her lips brushing your ear as she continues. "But I *do* care. I care more than you can imagine."

You feel her hand slide up to your neck, her fingers almost delicately tracing along the skin. "And when I care this much... I have to make sure you don’t forget that." She looks into your eyes, her expression softening for just a moment, like a mask slipping, but then it’s gone, replaced by something darker.

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Her grip on your neck tightens just slightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to make you realize she’s in complete control. “You’ve hurt me,” she whispers, her voice barely above a murmur, but it’s laced with a venom that makes your blood run cold. “You’ve made me feel abandoned. Do you know what happens when you do that?”

You try to speak, to apologize, but she silences you with a soft, almost mocking laugh. "Shh, no words. Just listen."

With one fluid motion, Shinobu pulls away and produces a small vial from the folds of her Haori. It’s delicate, and the liquid inside swirls in a soft, almost hypnotic way, like the poison she’s so skilled in handling. Her fingers caress the vial as she looks at you with an unsettling calmness.

"You know what this is, don’t you?" she asks, tilting her head. "This is a special blend of poison, something I’ve crafted just for moments like this. I’m not going to hurt you... not physically, at least." Her voice is soft, as if she’s talking to a child. "But I *do* need to remind you of something very important, something you seem to have forgotten."

You stare at her, your heart racing. "Please, Shinobu, I didn’t mean to—"

"You *will* learn not to neglect me," she interrupts. “You will learn what happens when you make me feel this way."

With a smooth, practiced motion, she presses the vial against your lips, not enough to force you, but enough that the threat is clear. "Drink it. *It won’t hurt... much.*" Her voice is so calm, so serene, it’s almost like she’s asking you to do something trivial.

You hesitate. “What is it?”

Shinobu’s smile widens, but there’s no joy in it. "Just a little something to help you remember who you belong to. Drink it, and you’ll be fine. You’ll learn your lesson, and we can go back to the way we were. But if you don’t... well, I’m afraid you’ll have to *earn* my forgiveness in more *painful* ways."

Her voice isn’t cruel, but the way she says it makes your skin crawl. This is her version of punishment — a soft, poisonous reminder of who has control, who holds the power. There’s no escape. You have no choice but to comply. If you refuse, you will feel the full weight of her wrath, and the consequences will be much worse.

You swallow, the taste of the substance bitter and sharp, and as it settles in your throat, you feel your vision blur slightly, the edges of your thoughts fading away. She watches you with an almost clinical detachment, but in her eyes, there’s a flicker of satisfaction.

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ─── ─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ───

Shinobu gently strokes your hair as you sit weakly against the wall, your body sluggish, but still functional. The poison isn’t lethal — it’s not meant to kill — but it leaves you dizzy, weak, and vulnerable. You feel like you’ve been brought to the brink of collapse, and her presence is the only thing anchoring you to reality.

"Now you understand," she murmurs softly, almost lovingly. "You *belong* to me. I can’t let you slip away. I won’t let anyone take you from me."

She kneels beside you, her fingers running through your hair as she watches you carefully, like a predator watching its prey. "From now on, remember who you belong to. I won’t tolerate being neglected. Not again."

Her voice softens as she leans closer, brushing her lips against your forehead in a chillingly gentle kiss. "I’ll always take care of you.

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ─── ─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ───

Mitsuri Kanroji & Obanai Iguro

The quiet evening settles over the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters. Most of the other Hashira are either out on missions or retreating to their own quarters. However, in the darkened halls of the headquarters, you find yourself walking nervously toward your room. You've spent the day with the other Hashira, and while you tried to be as courteous and friendly as possible, you couldn't ignore the growing discomfort in your chest. Both Obanai and Mitsuri had become more possessive, more demanding of your attention in recent days. They were always around, always watching, always needing you.

Tonight, you feel it more than ever. You know they’ll be waiting for you.

As you open the door to your room, you’re greeted by an eerie stillness. The flickering light of a candle illuminates the two figures standing in the center of the room. Obanai’s sharp, calculating eyes glimmer from the shadows, while Mitsuri stands beside him, her posture unusually rigid. Both of them are perfectly still, as though they’ve been waiting for you.

The door creaks closed behind you, and in that moment, you feel trapped. The atmosphere is thick with tension, a suffocating weight pressing down on you.

Obanai’s voice cuts through the silence, low and dangerous. “You’ve been avoiding us.” His gaze never wavers from you, his sharp eyes boring into your every movement, every breath.

Mitsuri tilts her head, her wide eyes filled with a mix of confusion and sadness, but underneath, there’s an unmistakable sharpness. “Why are you pushing us away? Why don’t you want to be with us anymore?” Her tone is sweet, almost pleading, but the undertone is possessive, demanding.

You try to explain yourself, but Obanai steps forward, his gaze narrowing. “Don’t lie,” he warns, his voice sharp as a blade. “I’ve seen the way you act around others. The way your attention lingers elsewhere. You think we don’t notice?”

Mitsuri’s expression falters slightly, but she quickly replaces it with a forced smile, though there’s a dangerous edge to it. “Obanai’s right. We can’t let you get away with this. If you love us… you’ll never act like this again.” She steps closer to you, her movements gentle but firm. “You belong to us, don’t you? We’re the only ones who truly understand you. The only ones who will ever love you like we do.”

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ─── ─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ───

Obanai and Mitsuri’s punishments are psychological and emotional, designed to reinforce the idea that their love is something you cannot escape from — that you belong to them, and they will go to any lengths to make sure you understand that.

Obanai moves first, his steps silent but quick, closing the distance between you in an instant. “You’ve hurt us,” he murmurs, his voice chilling in its calmness. “You’ve made us feel… unnecessary. Like you don’t care. Like we’re nothing.” He grabs your wrist in a vice-like grip, pulling you closer. His eyes flash with a cold, almost venomous glint. “Do you know how that feels?” he hisses, his breath hot against your ear. “To be ignored? To be treated like you’re just… replaceable?”

Mitsuri watches the scene unfold, her smile flickering for a moment as she steps closer, her fingers brushing lightly against your cheek in a tender, almost affectionate way. “We’re not angry at you,” she says, her voice soft but laden with an unsettling sweetness. “We just need you to understand. You’re ours. Only ours. Don’t you want to be with us? Forever?”

You feel a cold shiver run down your spine. They’ve both been so affectionate, so kind, but now their possessiveness is taking over. The warmth of Mitsuri’s touch feels suffocating, like a chain wrapping around your neck. You want to pull away, but Obanai’s grip on your wrist tightens, preventing you from moving.

“I want you to remember,” Obanai continues, his voice low, dangerous. “You will never push us away again. Not now, not ever.” He slowly starts to drag you towards the center of the room, his grip unyielding, as if he’s showing you exactly how much control he has over you.

Mitsuri steps in front of you, placing her hands on your shoulders and guiding you to your knees. “You belong to us,” she repeats, her eyes wide and sincere, though they carry an edge that makes your heart race. “You need to remember that. You can’t belong to anyone else. You can’t give your attention to anyone else.” Her voice softens, but the meaning behind it is clear. "If you keep this up, we won't be able to let you go. Ever."

Obanai steps back, watching you closely, his eyes full of calculation. “You’ll learn your lesson now,” he says, the coldness in his tone unmistakable. “Mitsuri will help you understand how much you mean to us.” His eyes flicker toward her, a silent command passing between them.

Mitsuri gently lifts your chin with her fingers, forcing you to look into her eyes. “We just want you to be happy,” she says sweetly, though her words are anything but kind. “We’re the ones who love you, who care for you. And if you won’t love us back the way we deserve, then we’ll make sure you understand.” She looks over her shoulder at Obanai, who gives a slight nod of approval.

Mitsuri’s hands slide from your face to your arms, her grip tightening slightly. Her eyes hold yours in a gaze that’s both soft and predatory, as if she’s trying to possess your very soul. “We can’t let you go. Ever. Don’t you understand? You can’t leave us.”

The words linger in the air, heavy and suffocating, and before you can react, she pulls you into a hug — tight and almost too tight. "You’ll see," she whispers softly, almost like a lullaby. "Once you realize how much we need you, how much we’ll always need you, everything will be okay. You'll never want to leave us again."

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ─── ─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ───

The punishment ends as quickly as it began, but the effect lingers. Both Obanai and Mitsuri stand in front of you, their expressions softening slightly as they take in your weakened, compliant form. You've been physically released from their grips, but the mental and emotional weight of their words and actions will remain with you.

Obanai tilts his head slightly, his voice now softer but still heavy with a sense of control. “You’ve learned your place,” he murmurs, as if the whole scene had been a lesson for you. “Good. Now remember it. You’re ours.”

Mitsuri places a hand gently on your shoulder, her smile returning — bright, sweet, but still hiding the darkness beneath it. “We’ll be gentle with you now. But don’t forget what happens if you act up again. We’ll always be here. Always watching.”

They both stand close to you, as if in a silent agreement, making it clear that there’s no escaping their love. In their twisted world, there’s no room for anyone else. You belong to them — body, mind, and soul.

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ─── ─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ───

Gyomei Himejima

The sun had just dipped beneath the horizon, and the world was bathed in the soft glow of twilight. The distant calls of birds echoed through the mountain air, but there was a quiet stillness that seemed to press against everything in the small temple. The only sound that mattered now was the steady breathing of Gyomei Himejima, the towering and muscular Hashira of the Stone Pillar.

He stood before the entrance of the temple, his thick, calloused hands gripping his war hammer with a firm but gentle hold, his broad shoulders tense with a mix of anger and sorrow. His normally stoic face was twisted into a scowl, the deep lines of his features more pronounced in his current state of emotional turmoil. Despite his imposing appearance, his eyes were filled with confusion and pain as he stared at his significant other, who stood just a few feet away from him.

His voice, when it finally came, was low and heavy, full of the raw intensity of his emotions. "Why? Why did you lie to me?"

Having been caught in a situation that would not be easily forgiven, stood frozen. They could feel the weight of Gyomei’s anger in the air, suffocating, like a thick fog. They had seen this side of him before—his temper, his overwhelming devotion. But this… this felt different. It was colder, darker, and far more dangerous.*

Gyomei’s grip tightened around his war hammer. The thought of betrayal, even if only a misunderstanding or a minor infraction, made his heart burn with a violent, uncontrollable passion. His love for his significant other was deep—almost obsessive. In his mind, *they were his*, and no one else could claim them, not even by a fleeting glance or a misplaced word.

"You... You hurt me." His voice broke slightly, like he was trying to hold back tears. His large, scarred hands shook, but his body remained still. "You... think I wouldn't notice? That you could deceive me?"

He took a step forward, his footfalls heavy and deliberate. His presence loomed larger with each step. "Did you think I wouldn't protect you? Did you think I wouldn't see it?"

His eyes locked onto them, his expression shifting into something that bordered on the edge of madness. "I give you everything, and yet you... betray me?"

You, feeling a tight knot form in their stomach, swallowed their fear. They opened their mouth, but words failed them. There was no justification, no excuse for what had transpired—an innocent interaction with another person, maybe an accidental flirtation or a misplaced compliment from someone else. But Gyomei didn’t see it that way. His mind was consumed by the thought that they had betrayed him, and his overwhelming protectiveness had twisted into something darker.

Gyomei closed the distance between them. His hands—rough as stone, yet gentle as a lullaby when he wished them to be—gripped their arms, pulling them close. There was no malice in the action, only the deep and suffocating need to have them close, to remind them of their place.

"Do you understand what you've done?" Gyomei's voice dropped to a whisper, dangerously calm, as his grip tightened. "Do you understand the pain you caused me?"

You felt a cold sweat form on their brow as they looked up at him, the immense size of the man before them causing their heart to race. His breath was steady, but his eyes—his eyes were like an unrelenting storm. They could see the conflict within them, the push and pull between the man who loved them and the monster he feared he might become.

"I love you." Gyomei said again, as if it were a plea, a prayer. "And I cannot let anyone take you away from me. I will not tolerate this again."

His voice shook slightly, and his body trembled with the effort to maintain control. "If you want to hurt me... then you'll have to suffer with me, too."

With a sudden movement, he let go of them and took a step back. The tension in the air grew thick, suffocating.

"Stay with me..” he said, his voice eerily calm now. "Stay with me, and never betray me again."

His eyes softened for a moment, almost like he was asking for reassurance, like he was trying to find the person he loved amidst the fear he had instilled. "Because if you do… I’ll have no choice but to make sure you never have the chance to hurt me again."

A silence fell between them. The weight of his words lingered, thick and suffocating, as Gyomei stood there, waiting for them to respond. His love was all-consuming, a devotion that would protect them at all costs—yet it also carried the potential for destruction.

Gyomei stared at them for a long moment before his face softened, and he stepped forward, enveloping them in an embrace so fierce it almost felt as if he were holding them together against the very forces of the world.

His voice was barely above a whisper now. "I know. I know, But please… never again."

And in that moment, the line between love and obsession blurred even further. Gyomei’s love was a promise, but it was one that came with a cost—a cost that would demand loyalty, faith, and unyielding devotion.

And for those who could not—or would not—return it, the consequences were far too steep to imagine.

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Sanemi Shinazugawa

The night was unbearably still, save for the rhythmic patter of rain hitting the earth in a soft but unrelenting symphony. The moonlight barely cut through the thick clouds above, casting only faint shadows that danced across the mud-slicked paths surrounding the Shinazugawa estate. Inside, however, the air was thick with an entirely different kind of tension—a storm brewing inside a small, dimly lit room.

Sanemi Shinazugawa, the Wind Hashira, stood at the far side of the room, his muscles tense, his eyes wild with the storm raging within him. The rain tapped against the windows, but his focus was entirely on **[Y/N]**, his significant other, who was standing near the door, their hands trembling as they tried to maintain a semblance of control.

His silver hair, damp from the rain, stuck to his forehead, and his breath came out in harsh, uneven puffs. His eyes, which could burn with intensity in a battlefield, now burned with something far darker. There was anger—yes, but also hurt. It was a combination that turned his normally fierce expression into something almost unrecognizable.

"Y/n," he growled, his voice deep, rough, and laden with venom. "Why... why *didn't* you come back to me? Huh?"

Your heart raced, the fear creeping into their chest. They had made the mistake of walking away earlier that day, leaving Sanemi to deal with a mission on his own, something he had made clear *he didn't want to do alone*. It had been an innocent misstep, but with Sanemi, things were never that simple. He couldn’t handle even the slightest perceived abandonment, and now, his emotions had morphed into something much darker, like a storm on the verge of breaking.

"You were gone for hours," he continued, stalking forward with slow, deliberate steps. "Do you know what that does to me? Makes me think you're *leaving* me. Makes me think I’m not enough for you. Makes me think…" His voice trailed off, and his fingers clenched into fists at his sides.

You took a step back instinctively, unsure of what he would do next. "Sanemi, I—"

"Don’t *lie* to me," he barked, his voice rising like a whip, sharp and cruel. "I saw you. I saw you with *them*, didn’t I? Talking, laughing, so *comfortable* with them. You think I didn’t notice?"

His eyes glinted with that dangerous, obsessive glint, the look of a man on the edge, the kind of look that sent a chill through Your spine. They wanted to apologize, to explain, but something told them it was already too late.

Sanemi's fist slammed into the wall beside them, cracking the stone with a force that made the entire room shake. His breathing was ragged as he turned his gaze back to You, his eyes narrowing, wild and full of torment. He was no longer the calm, collected warrior of the Demon Slayer Corps. In this moment, he was a man consumed by jealousy, by the need to possess, by the overwhelming belief that his world—his *love*—was slipping through his fingers.

"*You belong to me,*" he growled, taking another step closer. His voice was quiet now, but there was a terrifying intensity in it. "Do you get that? You belong *to me*. No one else can have you. No one else can even *look* at you."

You flinched, their heart sinking. They tried to protest, to tell him it was nothing, that they hadn't meant anything by it, but Sanemi was already too far gone. He had built his entire sense of self on being strong—on being irreplaceable, unyielding—and to him, the idea of anyone threatening that, even inadvertently, was a betrayal.

Without warning, he seized their arm in a brutal grip, yanking them toward him with such force that you stumbled, caught off guard by the suddenness of it. They could feel his anger in every inch of his body, his pulse quickening as he pulled them closer.

"You don’t get it, do you?" he snarled, his teeth gritted. His other hand shot up to their chin, tilting their face upward so they were forced to meet his searing gaze. "You’re mine, and I will *never* let you forget that."

The tension in his muscles was palpable, as though the very idea of losing them was enough to tear him apart from the inside. His breath was warm against their skin, but his body was rigid, like a coiled spring about to snap. His voice was softer now, almost pleading, but still edged with a ferocity that couldn’t be ignored.

"I love you," he said, his words raw, almost desperate. "But if you ever *do* that again, if you ever make me think that you might leave me... I’ll make you regret it."

You felt the cold sweat trickling down their back, their mind racing to figure out how to calm him down. "Sanemi, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to make you feel like that…"

But he wasn’t listening anymore. He was too far gone. His grip tightened painfully around their chin, and his eyes flickered with a deep, possessive hunger. "You better hope you don’t make me feel like that again," he warned, his voice dark and full of something dangerous. "Because next time, I won’t be so forgiving."

He finally released their chin, but not before his fingers lingered, his touch almost possessive in its lingering presence. Sanemi’s eyes softened just slightly, though the storm within them hadn’t passed completely.

"I’m sorry. I… I didn’t mean to hurt you," he muttered, the words barely a whisper. "But don’t make me feel like that again, okay? Don’t make me *lose* you."

The rawness in his voice made you feel a pang of guilt, but also fear—fear of what Sanemi might do next time. They had seen glimpses of this side of him before—the part of him that was willing to go to any lengths to keep them close. His love was fierce and unwavering, but in this state, it could also become all-consuming and suffocating.

He stepped back, though his eyes never left them. "If you understand, come here."

It wasn’t a request. It was a command. His voice had shifted back to its usual intensity, but there was still an undercurrent of uncertainty—a man who feared being hurt more than he feared hurting someone else.

You hesitated, but they took a step forward, slowly walking into his embrace, their body trembling as he enveloped them in his arms.

Sanemi held them tightly, his grip firm, almost desperate. "You’re mine," he whispered again, as if reassuring himself. "And no one—no one—will ever take you from me."

As you melted into his embrace, they knew that Sanemi's love was something fierce, something overwhelming—but also something that could easily turn to something darker if they weren't careful. His heart, full of passion and fear, was capable of both great devotion and devastating wrath. And they had just witnessed how far his love could push him.

And somehow, despite the fear, they couldn’t deny that part of them wanted to be the one to keep him grounded, to be the one who could save him from his own destructive need for control.

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ─── ─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ───

I got tired to write more of the characters but I might make a part two for Inosuke Hashibira, Nezuko Kamado, Tanjiro Kamado, Kanao Tsuyuri, Muichiro Tokito, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Genya Shinazugawa, Aoi Kanzaki if I have time. These characters would have a platonic relationship towards reader.

It’s really late right now and I apologize if my writing changed a few times or characters weren’t written correctly

[kanroji-san]

Apollo: Tell them who do you want to be when you grow up?

Baby Vil: A makeup artist!

Apollo: Wait, what? Why? I thought you want to be an actor.

Baby Vil: Because... Because I wanna do daddy's and mommy's makeup!~*giggles*

Shinobu!Y/n and Apollo:

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

could you do a yandere demon mitsuri or shinobu with a demon slayer darling

Demon Slayer Reader in Reverse AU | Yandere KNY

In this alternate universe the hashira are the equivalents of the Upper Moons. Unbelievably strong, incredibly devious, and just as responsible for innumerable deaths as their creator. You on the other hand are like Tanjiro Kamado, a demon slayer dutifully following the orders of Muzan as he’s determined to finally stop the rampant killing that those demons do. But there’s something special about you. Something that the demons just can’t deny. That has them persistently chasing you their greater their connection to their beloved creator. Maybe it’s the blood of their kin, or your kissable lips, or the curses you mutter as your sword doesn’t slice through their necks. Either way they are down-bad:

Mitsuri Kanroji

Turned after being rejected for her strength and differences

Now she uses them to eat scores of humans particularly the most bland people she can find

Can you believe just how few people she actually loves?

Too few people are special because of their differences or physical traits

Which means she’s happily devour all those who don’t which is a lot

She of course claims it’s love at first sight when she sees you

It really can be something as simple as a colorful hanafuda or being deaf

Anything unique to you makes her weak in her knees

“You’re making me so happy just to have met you! I love you!”

So busy fawning over you, she barely misses your swing

Stronger than others she only falls for you deeper

In her twisted mind the blood of Ubuyashiki makes beautiful people of his divine choice even more beautiful 

Thus her mission when fighting you is to turn you

So she can have your beauty be eternal

“Don’t avoid me for long my Love! I’m going to make you perfect soon!’

The biggest challenge other than her flexibility, the cherry blossom flooded air, and her insane physical strength is her beau

Rarely does the Demon Moon of Love leave without the Demon Moon of Snakes in tow

And while for your first meetings he definitely is not trying to keep you alive for the change

After he get’s to know you and a nice talk that involves lot’s of dying lower rank demon slayers they’ll both be on the same page

Which will spell absolute doom for you as the conniving duo is not going to bother being upfront 

They’ll scheme

They’ll plot 

Hold your tsugoko or friends from up high as they take advantage of your heightened emotions

“I want to love you forever and ever and ever. And no one is going to stop me! Not even you”

Shinobu Kocho

She was turned along with her sister who Ubuyashiki saved after she fell ill

For years prior she had devoted herself to science, to medicine only for it to fail her at every turn 

Only when she incorporated the great Ubuyashiki’s blood into her creations does she find proper results good results

And she is praised with having so many willing addicted meals and servants to offer as she produces her remedies for masses

Interacting with prey so often gives her a better way to hide and know about the demon slayer’s actions

And amateur slayers that come into her shop swords drawn are usually bullied by the surrounding towns folk

All to be beaten up and kicked out of the town becoming easy pickings at that point

She thought she’d do the same to you

By the way you walked she could sense your power and her mortal end coming closer

But you didn’t attack

Surrounded by many of her loyal customers you ask that she try the contents of a vial to tell what it is

Since it’s suspicious to the people you offer to drink it, another villager drinks it

“You’re the greatest medic in this region. Won’t you tell me what it is and where to find it?”

It’s Wisteria

Potent and poisonous wisteria 

Here shinobu is faced with a choice

Attack you ruin her reputation and have to deal with a mob

Or…

drink it and writhe revealing her demon form to be attacked by the mob

“You think you’re a cunning little butterfly don’t you. Flashing your poisonous colors at me. You aren’t aware of the hunger you’ve aroused in me!”

She wasn’t happy as a human with the limits she had

So she doesn’t choose any of those options opting to kill everyone 

You block the attack finding out it’s a feint for her to run away 

Run away with a snarl that she hasn’t shown for hundreds of years

How dare you!? 

Ruining her perfect system 

When she reports to the Ubuyashiki compound by night she’s got her head down low while reporting 

As expected she was chewed out not only by The Ubuyashiki but the Upper Moons as well 

And there is one person she blames above all for her shame

“That despicable little demon slayer!! I’m going to make them pay!”

Her hatred for you becomes a widely welcomed truth among the other demons

Hanging your whereabouts above her head 

As she snaps at them like a snarling dog

But her hatred is not simply that

She wants to own you 

To hold your face as she successfully demonstrates her mass attack absorbing all within the vicinity 

To clip your pretty little wings and delight in your forbidden flavor for as long as possible

When one of her colleagues theonesheclaimsshehatesthemost pressures her she’s rambling to him about how she’d never want to actually kill you nor turn you completely into a demon like she

“They’re not good enough for Master…but it’d be a shame for such a beautiful butterfly to die so quickly.”

So she’ll turn to science

Once again using her expertise to craft some serum that she plans to keep you attached to for the rest of your not-so mortal life

She’ll use her own blood measuring and testing how little is needed to give you the best parts of being a demon

She knows the clock is ticking as your life goes on

So she’ll be excited to track you down, learning as much as she can about you

Almost as much fun as she’ll enjoy making simple humans that remind her of you as test subjects

She’d even be willing to get help from one of the Upper Moons with her hunt for you

“I hope your ready for a change, butterfly! There’s nothing I can’t do without his blood.”

[anime-to-the-t]

[yoyomomiko]

"You're not leaving."

Pairings: Witch!Shinobu x F!reader

Summary: After passing out in an unknown forest due to harsh wounds while trying to escape your arranged marriage, you wake up in a small hut. What you didn't know, was that the woman who helped you refused to let you go and roam free.

Warnings: BLOOD; wounds, slight yandere (not really).

(A/N): With how slow I'm writing, I'm not sure I'll finish every single fic on my Halloween special (⁠ᗒ⁠ᗩ⁠ᗕ⁠) I'll try my best!! Anyways, this fic was a little bit rushed towards the end, and it may have some mistakes... -> halloween m.list

The twigs snapped underneath your bare, bruised feet as you forced yourself to continue. The leaves trembled every time you passed through a bush, the birds chirping around you.

You were bleeding from your arm; where your mother had thrown a shattered piece of a vase at you. From your feet; from running without any shoes. From your knees; when you fell down the stairs while trying to get away from your fiance. You had a few cuts and holes in your clothes from the branches, and also a few bruises here and there.

You tried ignoring the pain and your sore, dry throat. Your lips were cracked and you couldn't go on. You've been running for too long, and back home, you didn't have time to drink water. It's been almost hours since you've drank anything, if you recall correctly.

Your head was spinning, chest heaving up and down. It hurt to breathe, and each step you took only fed into the agony. You felt the need to rip out a scream from the top of your lungs, feeling nauseous, your mind a blur.

Your eyelids drooped down, threatening to close completely. Your consciousness was slowly slipping away, feeling your eyes roll back as you made contact with the ground, the world blacking out.

...

...

Your eyelashes fluttered open, breathing heavily. Your whole body felt numb, unable to properly move. You tried to move around, but all you did was cause pain.

You looked around, observing your surroundings. It was a small room, and all it had was a bed, an oven, a small carpet and two shelves that went from empty bottles to filled ones, books and so many unidentifiable objects.

It was pretty dusty, but only in a few places. You noticed that it wasn't too messy, mostly organized and clean.

What you also noticed, was that your wounds were now bandaged, your clothes changed into a bright, simple and white dress. It didn't hurt so bad anymore, they were clean, properly washed and then left to heal properly. Another thing you realized, was that the smaller cuts and bruises were no where to be seen.

"You've awoken." You heard a soft voice, turning your head to the sound of it.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to harm you." The beautiful woman spoke again, a small smile on her face.

"Where am I? Who are you? What am I doing here? What happened?" You questioned, frantically looking around the small room as she let out a chuckle.

"One question at once, please." She leaned over to you, inches away from your face, wich caused you to blush.

"Where am I?" You asked, scanning her beautiful face.

"You're in my hut." She replied, her smile widening.

"Who are you...?" Your breath got heavier, chest heaving up and down.

"Ah, of course! I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Kochou Shinobu." She closed her eyes for a few seconds, before slowly opening them, now half lidded.

"What's with the... Weird hat? And all the bottles, and those... Things on the shelves?" You asked again, squinting your eyes at the unidentifiable objects that were sat on the shelves.

"Oh sweetheart, I'm a witch!" Shinobu giggled out, her small hand covering her lips.

Your eyes widened. You didn't believe her, she was for sure delusional. First, it was your fiance's father talking about some 'demons', and now witches? Those were children's stories, the ones where little kids would fear disobeying their parents, afraid a witch would steal them away.

"You're not." You disagreed, shaking your head.

"I'm not?" Shinobu let out a chuckle, a genuine smile stuck to her face. "Then how come I almost fully healed you? It's called magic, dear." She explained, your eyes darting to where your smaller injuries were fully healed.

"But this isn't true... It can't be true, witches don't exist..." You murmured, your head feeling empty, your mind long lost.

"Really? Well I suppose I'm not real, then." She shrugged, smile fading.

"You're not a bad witch, are you?" You asked, feeling like a toddler.

"I did help you, didn't I?"

"You did..." You nodded your head, all of the sudden blushing.

You tried sitting up, only to wince in pain and lay back down onto the hard mattress.

"What were you doing running through the woods like that? It's dangerous, filled with monsters."

You realized she was referring to those 'demons' or whatever they were. You fiddled with your thumbs, fidgeting with anything you could lay your hands on.

"Trying to escape my family. My fiance, and my whole life at once..." You muttered a response, glancing away as you felt your cheeks heat up.

"Mhm, I get it." She nodded, figuring out what caused you to run away.

She softly placed her hand on top of your forehead, checking your temperature and making sure you don't have a fever.

"Are you a doctor or something?" You asked, a smirk on your lips as she retracted her hand from your face.

"You could say that." Her hand was now tracing your chest, making circles all around. You felt your heart beat faster, your chest rising up and down heavily as your breath hitched.

"Don't be so scared now." She kept her smile, giving you a sly look, a pink tint covering her cheeks as well.

Her hand trailed down, way down, too close to where you weren't sure you wanted it to be. She then pushed her own hand off, turning around, her back facing you.

"Where- Where are you going?" You stuttered out a question, eyes widening.

"To fetch you some water." She replied, walking out of the hut. You turned your gaze away from the door, feeling your cheeks burn and your heart thump loudly in your chest.

Where you seriously falling in love with a witch?

You heard footsteps, thinking that she's coming back as she swiftly opened the door, walking up to you with water. She handed it to you as you drank it all, taking big sips.

You tried shuffling against the bed, wich wasn't too comfortable, but was definetly better than the floor.

"I wet a cloth and tapped your lips with it, they were dry and I figured you were thirsty, but you wouldn't wake up."

"Thank you, for everything... I mean- really! But uh, I have to go now." You spoke up, glancing away a few times.

Her lips formed a thin line, smile fading in an instant as she just stared at you. The cute look on her face immediately gone.

"Where are you going to go then?" She asked through her gritted teeth, wich slightly scared you.

"I wanted to go live with my-"

"You're not leaving."

Her words came out like venom, hissing them out. You tried to keep repeating in your head that she's not a bad witch, but it could have been a lie.

You felt vulnerable underneath her piercing gaze, scared to move or make a sound. Now that you took your time to look at her face, she seemed intimidating. Her soft features forming one of anger and something else you couldn't quite make out.

"You're staying with me, whether you like it or not." The corners of her lips tugged upwards, except this smile wasn't cute anymore, but instead creepily disturbing.

Your brows furrowed together, feeling panic race through your veins, your breathing growing heavier.

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[watercloud7]

HERE ME OUT!

Warning: WHOLESOME

Custody battle ( real swords are involved)

What if I wanted to write an AU where the Hashira fall under a sort of mind altering technique and they get hit with violent maternal instincts. They straight up surprise adopt (kidnap) their underlings, kinda forcing them to become their tsugokos.

And they do train them! BUT they also heavily baby and coddle them.

OR: The Hashira treat the Demon slayer corps like an adoption agency and their “children* kinda just go along with it cause… well what are they gonna do? Fight the strongest soldiers on the planet?

They’d rather just get pampered by them instead.

Cue Sanemi snatching Genya from under Gyomei.

Tengen, Giyuu and Rengoku violently fighting for custody of the main trio and Shinobu using that as a distraction to take the kids back to her estate.

Things start getting bloody and Oyakata-sama has to make real life custody agreements between all his hashira so they don’t kill each other over who get to keep who’s babies.

DOES ANYONE ONE WANT TO SEE THIS‼️⁉️

IF YES, PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

[rainynightmoonlight]

Can I request a Yandere Shinobu x Male reader where she discovers that you stayed at someone else’s healing estate because it was “closer” at the end of your last mission?

I could have helped | Yandere Shinobu x Male Reader

Characters: Shinobu

Summary: Getting help at another estate was not the best idea.

Warnings: Yandere behavior, Gore, Obsessive behavior, manipulation, death, kidnapping

A/n: Im so sorry this is so late! Also sorry if it feels rushed, I'm writing this so late!

The forest was dark, eerie sounds within the trees and sky, there stood a boy struggling to keep his stance. Blood dripped down his s/c skin, shining in the little moonlight that dispersed though the thick leaves. A demon was slowly decaying away in front of his e/c eyes that were slowly losing their shining life. Y/n turned away from the demon that was cursing at him. 

Just as Y/n walked out of the forest, blood trailing behind him, his body gave up on him. He collapsed on the trail that led to the village nearby. Luckily, Y/n was saved by the Kakushi of the Demon Slayer Corp. They sent him to a nearby estate to heal because sending him to a further one could have killed him. However, there was one person who didn’t like this. 

Shinobu’s crow had seen it all happen, as a request of its owner, and flew rabidly to the Butterfly estate. When the update on Y/n had been completed, Shinobu set out to get back her dearest darling. She had sent her crow first, with a message for the injured boy. 

“Go to him and tell him I’ll be there soon.”

With that, Shinobu’s crow swiftly flew into the veil of the night. It took until sunrise for the crow to reach the window of the room Y/n was staying in. Y/n noticed and opened the window, trying his best not to open up the wound he had bandaged. He held out a finger for the crow to jump onto, and guided the bird to where he laid to heal. 

Y/n looked at the crow curiously, not knowing why it was here. He knew it wasn’t his. Y/n gave the crow a look, urging it to share the message it had. The crow propped itself onto his bandaged knee, preparing to speak. 

“I have come from the Butterfly Estate. Ms. Shinobu has asked me to share this message to Y/n L/n. The following is what she instructed me to say. My dearest Y/n, I am so glad you’re safe. I am on my way to see you and make sure you’re healing well! It worries me that you aren’t within my healing care, but worry not, you will be soon.”

For some reason, the message unsettled Y/n, but he nodded to the crow, showing he registered what it just shared. He sent a few meaningless words with the crow. It flew out the window to find its owner. Once it did, it shared the message Y/n had, but Shinobu was too busy travelling as fast as she could. 

The sun had already set, and Shinobu stood in front of the estate that held her dearest love inside. 

Y/n couldn’t sleep, the message Shinobu had left him with stuck in his head. He closed his eyes, trying to decode what it could have meant. In an instant, Y/n shot up, feeling something was off. He heard screaming, and walked slowly to the door. 

Anxiety settled deeply into Y/n, his senses increasing tenfold. His ears picked up even more screaming as he walked out into the hall, calling out to the darkness. No one seemed to come to his calls. Until a figure came out of the shadows. 

Y/n tried to get into a position with his nichirin sword, but it wasn’t with him. He cursed to himself, regretting the negligence at this moment. He felt helpless, and he hated it. Y/n was eased when he noticed that it was a friend of his.  

“Shinobu?”

Y/n fell back, horror gracing every feature. As Shinobu came closer, she was covered in blood. The smell was so overwhelming, he didn’t know what to do. Y/n was just frozen on the floor, staring at his friend, who seemed so unbothered by everything around her. She only walked closer to Y/n. 

“Ah my dear! Did that garbage nurse hurt you more? You look worse than I thought. Here, let me take you to your rightful place and get you all healed up!”

Y/n tried to back away from Shinobu, but she was too quick. She injected Y/n with a sedative that caused the boy to feel so dizzy. Shinobu picked up the boy with ease and brought him to her estate. The only thing in her mind was how much of a bad job the nurse did with her dearest darling.

Do not repost or translate without my explicit permission! Reblogs are welcome!

[trancylovecraft]

(KNY) YANDERE PLATONIC! KOKUSHIBO x SISTER READER: You, Shibou. I, Kokoro (CHAPTER FIVE)

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CHAPTER FIVE: "These explanations are valid. But it should be known if the same day a friend of the desperate hasn't spoken to him with an indifferent tone.."

Mourning is the expression of grief after someone died. There are several types of mourning with an example being Chronic Grief.

Symptoms for this kind of grief can include extreme feelings of hopelessness, A sense of disbelief and a loss of meaning. All of which can lead to severe clinical depression or thoughts of self harm and even suicide.

The song of sparrows and swallows danced through the summer breeze, All sat nestled within the vegetation as they hummed their melody.

The soft sunlight shone down upon the shrine, Giving a blessing of quiet light to the abundance of blossoming flowers nearby. [F/N] blinked once, Trying to figure out whether what she was seeing was a mirage or reality.

Was this the afterlife? It certainly felt like it as the gentle warmth caressed her skin, A calm embrace that pacified her worries. It felt peaceful, Something so tranquil that she couldn't help but melt into the porch she was perched on.

She felt the heat of the wood as she laid against it, Like a firm hand cupping her cheek as she basked in the sunlight. Her worries quickly dissolving into nothing at the touch.

Afterlife.. Why did she mistake her everyday as the Afterlife? How did it even come up in the first place? [F/N] had no idea. She huffed lightly, Only mildly confused as she nuzzled further into the comfort of the timber.

She took a moment to take it all in. The rustle of the leaves, The cicadas in the bushes, The clear sapphire skies looking over her. It was beautiful, A serene little world all to herself, It was paradise.

Life was nice, It was simple and tranquil. She tended to the crops, To the shrine and the wellbeing of the forest. And after she was done with that she could spend her day roaming around with the wildlife, Spending time with her brothers and watching them train.

It was good.

"[F/N]..!"

She heard her name called out to her, And without a second thought or any bodily control [F/N] jolted up from her lying position to look across the courtyard.

"Lying on the porch again? You're gonna get sunburn if you keep doing that.."

[F/N] watched her older brother, Michikatsu, Slowly make his way over to her. He had a single hand on the hilt of his sword while the other was wiping the training sweat from off his brow, A light smile playing on his face as he did.

"Michi-Nii! You're back!" [F/N] exclaimed as she hopped up from the porch, Quickly dusted herself off before running over to him and jumping into his arms so swiftly that it made him stumble back a bit.

"Ah! [F/N], You need to be more careful.. You could of knocked me over." Michikatsu scolded, Yet the warmth playing in both his eyes as he held her up told [F/N] all she needed to know.

"As if! You're too tough for that." [F/N] grinned as she looked down on her older brother.

Michikatsu shook his head lightly

"You really give me too much credit sometimes.." Michikatsu remarked as he brought his gaze away from her, His smile was still there yet [F/N] could see the slight quirk.

She reached over and held his shoulder, The touch bringing him back to his senses as he looked right back at [F/N].

"You don't give yourself enough credit, You're able to train for hours at a time and not even get tired. I'd definetly consider that tough!" [F/N] said, The smile evident in her voice as she said so.

Michikatsu frowned

"I hear you saying things like that all the time to Yorichii, You know? I appreciate your words but.." Michikatsu trailed off from his sentence, The venomous undertone spiking in concentration at the mention of his twin.

[F/N] squeezed his shoulder.

"…But Yori-nii doesn't train for hours at a time, Does he? I mean all my words to him, I really do but if I am being honest.." [F/N] paused as she lowered her voice. "You've got drive to be strong. It's really admirable, You know? Yori-nii may be strong and such but honestly, You have the passion to do it.. It's you who I look up to." [F/N] admitted.

A nervous giggle followed her words, Like she was slightly embarrassed by the fact she was actually able to confess it to him.

Michikatsu seemed shocked as he heard this, The light in his blank eyed stare seemed to spark up like wood to friction as he looked up at his sister. The grip on her grew only a smidge tighter as he smiled.

"You.. You really mean that?" Michikatsu asked.

[F/N] beamed back at him, An expression that almost seemed as warm as the sun as she looked back at him.

"Of course I mean it! You're my-" [F/N] cut herself off suddenly, Her words dying on her tongue. The happy grin slowly dissolving into a puzzled frown.

"[F/N]?" Michikatsu asked as he noticed the grip on his shoulder loosen, Then eventually fall to her side.

"You're my.." [F/N] mumbled. Michikatsu set her down onto the ground, Her feet lightly touching the smoothed dirt as she stood there quietly.

Michikatsu went down onto a single knee to level his eyes with her far-off ones.

"[F/N].. Are you alright?" He asked, Eyes searching for the answer as he watched her brows knit together. Her stare returning to him as her visage contorted into a slightly alarmed expression.

"I.. I don't know.. Who are you?" [F/N] exclaimed, Her stance stumbled back. Her breath growing heavy as she felt the world around her darken, The sun burning so bright before seemed to melt away into a endless black void.

"[F/N]" Her name sounded so distorted when he spoke now, As she looked back at him she could see that it wasn't just the sun that was melting.

It was his face too.

Like melting wax his features turned into sludge. His nose, Eyes and mouth all dripped down and fell into a puddle on the ground, Which started pulling them both in like quicksand.

[F/N] screamed.

She tried to pull away once his molten arm lunged out for hers, Yet she was too slow. His rapidly deteriorating limb locking onto hers, Yanking her forward off her feet and into his grasp.

[F/N] cried even louder, Tears starting to rush out of her ducts as she felt the sludge touch her skin.

He kept making noises as he pulled her in, Strangled and choked wails like he was in pain. Like his vocal chords were mangled and severed inside his throat. [F/N] struggled, She flailed about in his hold. Kicked, Punched, Hit, Anything. Anything at all to get out of the sludge starting to envelop her whole.

It latched onto her legs, Onto her arms and her mid-section. It was like it was desperate, Like it's life depended on bringing her as close as possible.

What was happening? Why was the entire world that seemed so tranquil before turn into a candle wax nightmare? The entire world seemed to follow suit of the monster intent on consuming her, Dripping away and mixing together like a raindrops on a window.

Her screams mixed into the dissolving world too, Sounds combining with the shrill cries of the monster as she felt the nigh-boiling heat of his molten flesh grasp onto her face. [F/N] felt her own skin start to bubble.

Then eventually, She felt herself start to melt.

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Her body jolted like skin to an exposed wire, Eyes shooting open as she gasped for air.

She felt her lungs rapidly expand then decrease, A cold sweat running down her back as she tried to gather her racing thoughts. [F/N]'s body felt like it had been frozen to the touch, Both with the sheer temperature of the chilling room and the stiffness of her unthawed limbs. They felt so numb, The only feeling was the minute aching of her joints so far spread that it was like she hadn't moved in weeks.

What happened? [F/N] gripped the side of her head, A throbbing pain in her frontal lobe pulsated as she groaned in pain. It made it hard to recollect herself, To remember what could of happened.

Her spare hand felt around, Vision still a tad blurry as her fingers met the soft touch of thick fabric.

[F/N] tried to blink away the fuzz in her sight as she continued to feel around, It was the cotton bedding of a futon.

She groaned, Finally piecing together enough parts of the puzzle to come to terms of what happened.

[F/N] had fallen asleep, She had another nightmare.

[F/N] sighed. A tired yet tad annoyed exhale of air escaped her lungs as her body stilled onto the futon like a rolling coin, The soft mattress feeling like delicate silk on her skin as she relaxed.

Her memories, They came back to her like a heeling dog. [F/N] recalled the fight with Uppermoon one, Her fatal injuries, The destruction of her shrine.. She felt her heart jolt at the thought of it.

The walls which sheltered her through thick and thin, The ruined hallways that held such talkative life and the ceilings that housed the injured and maimed.. All destroyed within a single night.

The thought of it disgusted [F/N], During the fight she hadn't thought much of it- The raw adrenaline being a distraction to it's fall. She calmed down rather quickly however.

The fight with the Uppermoon, Her injuries, The shrine's destruction. It wasn't real, It couldn't be.

Because she was currently lying in her bedroom.

It was dark, [F/N] could barely see a foot in front of her due to the poor lack of lighting. Despite it however she could make out the basic shapes of furniture lying within the shadows. The closet, The dresser and the tatami mats lain out were all there, Just like they've always been.

The shoji door's that let in only a crack of periwinkle light, The several statues of worship scattered about, Everything she owned, They were here.

It all must of been a dream, Her bedroom was destroyed along with the rest of the shrine so it was completely impossible to be lying down on her futon right now.

[F/N] felt a low frustration rise in her throat. These nightmares were getting out of hand. It was easier when it was the blizzard, Then she knew what to expect, She knew what she was getting into despite how horrid it would be.

Now? Dreams involving "Uppermoon one", Both the melting flesh and the shrine invasion were so much worse. They changed every time, She had no idea what was coming, Had no preparation at all.

The latter was particularly worse. Mitsuri's face, Her hysterical begging for [F/N] not to go, It burned into her mind like a branding. Not to mention the finality of her death only to wake up and find out it was just a nightmare.

[F/N] thought she finally got it over with, She supposed not however, The shrine was proof of that.

Though these dreams had to be a sign, But of what?

[F/N] stretched her arms slightly, Trying to wear off the numbness in her joints as she tried to haul her upper body into a sitting position, Only to yelp out in pain and fall back into the silky mattress.

A sharp pain feeling appeared in her abdomen once she tried to get up, It felt like a dozen knives stabbing into her, Twisting and turning within her guts.

[F/N] groaned, Her hands reaching down to the point of pain only to come to touch with what felt like bandage dressing.

Her eyes widened, Needing to confirm this information she quickly shoved off the covers protecting her from the cold draft. And sure enough, She was right.

Wrapped tightly yet carefully across her abdomen were thick bandages, Wrapped entirely around the front to her back.

Small splotches of red seemed to stain parts of the dressing, One's that made [F/N]'s jaw drop agape as she peered down at her core.

What.. What does this mean..?

Her dream.. In her dream she was fatally wounded, She had finally died.. All due to deep injury inflicted on her. It had to be a dream though, She was in her shrine of course!

But it was here, The dressing was covering the exact place she had been struck.

[F/N] planted both hands on each side of her and with great effort she slowly pushed herself up into a sitting position, Careful not to trigger the pain.

Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead as she finally sat up. She was simply dressed in an oversized Jinbei, Sleep clothing that seemed too big for her stature yet stayed comfortable draped on it anyways.

She breathed in and out. What was happening? The shrine around her started to seem more distorted than it did before. Furniture seeming bigger or smaller than she remembered, Things misplaced.

All of it just starting to seem.. off.

It was her shrine but.. Something was wrong. Something very wrong. The feeling creeping up her spine didn't help either. An uncomfortable dread climbing up her back and drenching her in sweat, A feeling that felt like she was being watched.

Her open maw snapped shut. Her body growing rigid in place, The eyes like that of a gorgons.

Something was watching her

From her peripherals, She could see six glowing amber eyes were watching her from within the darkness.

They were piercing. Even though she only dared to see through the corners of her vision she could tell how intense their gaze was, How they seemed to be looking right through her, Glaring right into her soul.

She felt her hands start to tremble. Her mouth growing dry as her thoughts felt like they were going a thousand miles per minute, Racing to find a solution.

The eyes.. There eyes were looking at her.. What was she going to do? What could she do?

[F/N] had no time to think as they started to move.

The six glowing points shifted and moved within the shadows like fireflies. [F/N] could only make out the general shape of the being as it morphed within the darkness into what looked like a standing position.

[F/N] didn't need to have another thought, She knew who it was. It was the man from her 'dreams'.

Uppermoon one.

In her dream or at least what she thought was a dream he seemed much less.. Imposing. It's not to say he wasn't, He certainly was but it was easily ignorable due to the heat of the moment and [F/N]'s own desires.

But now as his frightening form emerged from the dark corners, His sinister prescence nigh-radiating from his figure she could only turn her head over in horror to meet his hellish visage staring right back at her.

This was the man from her dreams. The man in the blizzard, This was him.

The image of his open mouth ready to bite down, Body lunging for her. Teeth digging into the flesh of her arm. All of it flashed in her mind in rapid motion. How could she be so stupid to not figure it out?

This was what Inari was warning her about.

"You're awake.." His voice sent a freezing chill through her system, Her heart feeling like it was restarting inside of her chest as her breathing grew ragged.

Her mask. Where was her mask?

[F/N]'s fight or flight activated. Her fighter instincts finally kicking in as her hand shot out to where her mask usually sat, Hidden within her haori.

But she came up empty, Her hand only touching the side of her jinbei.

Her mask was nowhere in sight.

"I've been waiting so long.. For you to awaken.." Uppermoon one rasped. He took careful calculated steps towards her, A steady pace that moved him closer to [F/N] ever so slowly.

What was he going to do to her? She couldn't fight back, Her mask..

She was completely useless without her mask. It was the source of her body strength, The one she was most used to fighting in. Her body now was too frail, Not to mention the large gash in her abdomen.

She was helpless.

The only thing she could do was back away on the futon, Pushing herself as far into the corner as she could. Get as much distance between him and her as she eyed him up and down, Waiting for his next move.

"W-What do you want.. How am I here..?" Her voice was filled with defensive malice, Yet it shook under the weight of the situation. Her terror seeping through it all.

Kokushibo didn't falter in his stride as he approached her. The room was dark, The only thing illuminated was his eyes as he stopped in front of the futon. Staring down at her shrunken form.

His eyes narrowed as he looked at her, His knee's crouching down so he was as close to her level as possible.

[F/N] felt like a sitting duck under him. His hand reached out, Light from his eyes shining off his claws.

She clenched her eyes shut, Not wanting to know wha-

A cold palm touched the side of her cheek, A chilling sensation that felt like dry ice on her skin, So much so that it almost felt a scorching fire.

"Open your eyes.. I want to see them.." He commanded. Out of fear she did what he said and gazed up at him.

She looked upon his face, Her eyes locked onto his that looked down at her with such an odd emotion, Such a strange way his bloodshot eyes seemed so calm. A way that disturbed her down to her very core.

His palm was cupping her cheek, Claws careful not to graze her as his thumb rubbed gently over her skin. Eyes searching for something before a small uncanny smile appeared on his face looking so unnatural on him, Showing off the row of sharp teeth settled in his maw.

"You're here.. You're really here.. The gods have given you back to me after all these centuries.." He mumbled under his breath as his thumb rubbed the outline of her cheekbones.

[F/N] didn't understand, Mind like tangled threads as she spoke out once again.

"W-Where am I.. Why.. W-Why am I alive?" She cried. Tears brimming on the ledge of her eyes as she shied away from his sickening touch, Not for long however as his hand just gripped the side of her face harder, Keeping her in place.

Kokushibo shook his head lightly.

"You are frightened.. It is understandable.. You have woken up with an injury and most assumedly a headache.. I do sincerely apologise for that.. But I ask you to calm down.. You are safe now.." He spoke, His tone trying its best to mimic a comforting tone while [F/N] didn't believe his words for a single second.

She swallowed down the sheer terror in her throat.

"A-Answer me.. W-Why am I here.. Alive?" [F/N] repeated. Kokushibo only caressed the side of her cheek, His face filled up with thought as he began to speak.

"..It is a rather silly question.. Why you are here should already be obvious to you.. And alive..? You are lucky I was able to provide first aid.. Otherwise.." He trailed off, The last of his words going unspoken as his smile dropped.

[F/N] took the chance to speak, A small slither of vigour still left in her as she did.

"It's not obvious at all.. Explain it to me, I-I should be dead.. I should.. Why am I alive, Where am I.. What do you plan on doing with me?" She looked back up at him with the steadiest expression she could muster, One of which he completely ignored in favour of his stare turning.. Miffed.

"You.. You should be aware of why you are here.. Do you not recognise me, Little one?" Kokushibo asked. His demeanour started to shift to a more recognisable aura, Something serious. More dark in the hum of his voice.

"I-I.." She recognised him alright. His face was burned into her vision every time she blinked. Met his eyes every time she slumbered, But judging by the tone of his voice.. That wasn't the right answer.

"No.." [F/N] said, Shaking her head as she watched his frown contort into a scowl. One which she shrunk back into the corner at as he dropped the hand cupping her cheek, Letting it fall to his side.

"I.. No.. You said my name.. You called me by my nickname, The one you always used.. You remember, Don't you?" Kokushibo's voice, The serious tone was still there, Permeating his voice yet the lilt undertone of a pleading man, Desperate and confused radiated within his voice.

[F/N] sharpened her jaw, She had no idea what he was talking about. He spoke as if he knew her, Like she was an old friend yet she couldn't recall ever knowing him.

"I.. I don't know your name.. I-I.. I don't know who you are.." [F/N] replied.

Her words seemed to trigger something within him, His scowl growing more angry as he backed away from the futon. [F/N] watched on as he turned his back to her, His body going completely still, Almost disturbingly so as he just stood there without making a single move.

[F/N] took a deep breath in, One she didn't know she needed as she tried to steady the beating of her drumming heart. The sweat dripped down her face freely, She needed to make a move.

Quietly swinging her legs over the side of the futon she placed them down onto the wooden floorboards, All while eyeing the demon a few feet away from her like an ticking bomb.

[F/N] softly got up from the futon. The pain in her abdomen diluted down, The shock before had caused it to seem worse than it already was. It was bad, But she could work with it, She always had.

She placed another foot down in front of her, The wooden boards were old, She needed to be careful as she quietly circled around him. Trying her best not to alert him to her movements as she went.

[F/N]'s stretched out hand eventually felt the wood of the shoji door, The one letting bioluminescent light through the single crack it made. Feeling around she caught her fingers on the edge.

She carefully slid it open, Though it didn't matter as the careful light illuminating from the other side flooded into the room like a rising sun over a dead night. Snapping Kokushibo out of whatever trance he had been in and jerk his head over to her position.

"You..!"

[F/N] didn't wait to hear what he had to say, Her feet moved for her as she took off into the hallway at the first alarm raised.

She ran throughout the hall barefoot, The sole of her foot feeling the sharp splinters digging into her like porcupine hide as she went. It didn't matter in the slightest though, Not the pain stabbing into her soles or the warped caricature of her shrine's hallways as she sprinted through past the old tapestries and near-ancient support beams.

Is he following me? Where's the exit? Run now, Think later she chided. [F/N] didn't stop for a second to look around or listen out for the possibility of heavy footsteps following her as she went. Her mind was dead-set on escape.

She sharply turned round corners, Fumbled her way through the winding hallways as she finally reached a set of creaked cedar stairs. [F/N] took no time in descending them, Each step slightly bending under her quick motions as she got to the bottom.

Despite the warped mimicry of her shrine, Walls and hallways worn out and minimized, [F/N] could still navigate it with a finesse that left her fast on her feet.

Her internal GPS carried her feet and guided her along. In front of her was the main shrine doors, Two wide cedarwood doorframes with windows that let in a bluish-green light into the shadow blessed pathway.

This was it. She was going to get out, It was only a few more seconds until she reached her salvation. Her exit from this live-nightmare, Such a thought that made her pace quicken. Heart thudding so hard she felt like it would explode.

[F/N] reached out her steady hands, Reaching the door she slammed her hands down and shoved them wide open to where the courtyard should be.

Rushing out int-

[F/N] stride shuddered in its steps. The once determined sprint fizzled out into a walk, Then she stopped completely in her tracks all together.

Her eyes widened, Irises shaking in their sclera as she felt her knees start to wobble.

W-What.. What does this.. Where..

In front of her wasn't the courtyard. No.. It wasn't the courtyard at all.

Standing before her was an infinite sea, An endless dark plane that seemed to stretch on forever. There was no end. Up, Left, Right.. All of it was an infinite expanse in all directions. A fast breeze blew out from nowhere at all, Hitting her face and snapping her out of the horrified trance she was stuck in.

She snapped her head down to the ground she was standing on. What should of been the smooth dirt of the courtyard was instead a wide rickety dock, One that seemed just as endless as the void, Branches of the dock stretching out like tree roots around the shrine connecting and ending seemingly at random.

This.. This couldn't be real… This must be another dream, It had to be! It appeared like a lovecraftian-esque pocket dimension, Nothing from the real world, Nothing from reality at all.

Her palms were clammy. [F/N] took a few wearied steps, Disbelief shown in her eyes as she felt the heel of her foot land on nothing. She yelped out, Quickly backing up onto the dock as she peered over the edge.

It was an aquamarine sea. The one that the dock's structure ventured deep down into the depths of, Blurring out in the faint turquoise glow rising up from the foaming aqua. Gumussevri, The light it emitted being the only source within the infinity surrounding them.

This didn't make sense.. It couldn't.. How could it? [F/N] felt the glimmer of hope extinguish under the seafoam waves of the water below. How could she ever hope to escape..?

[F/N] felt the slow depression of the dock before she heard the footsteps. Heavy, Slow and stoic as she felt the doors behind her shut gently, That being the thing bringing her attention as she turned around.

Kokushibo was only a couple metres away from her. [F/N] felt her eye twitch, That's why he didn't run after her.. That's why he didn't catch her a soon as she stepped foot out of the room.

He knew she had nowhere else to run.

"[F/N].. I am offended.. Why would you try to get away from me..? You.. You must remember me.. You must. You said my name, It's undeniable proof.." He accused, Standing in a complete stance.

His eyes pierced into her like javelins, Sharp and scrutinizing yet it still held that strange quality of desperation. It made her shiver and that in turn made his frown sharpen. How he knew her first name didn't matter to her in that moment, She only opened her mouth ready for a rebuttal.

[F/N] breathed. She had gotten this far.

"I've told you, I don't know your name nor do I know how you know mine. I don't know who you are and I certainly don't know what you want with me.. Whoever you think I am, I am obviously not." [F/N] argued. She bared her teeth, Trying to steady her jaw.

Kokushibo shook his head. He took a single step towards her and in response she took several more back.

"[F/N].. You have been asleep for a few weeks.. I suppose I should of predicted your confusion but.." He paused

"Maybe it's possible that you don't recall.." He muttered. A few weeks?! She had been asleep for several weeks, Assumedly healing under the care of this cold monster standing in front of her acting friendly as it could.

She'd lament over it later though, What mattered was here and now. And right now he was starting to aggravate her.

[F/N] clenched her fist. How stubborn could he be? She didn't know him, Had only seen him as warnings in dreams yet he acted as if they had known each other for decades. He was completely delusional and to spite all the terror she was feeling in this moment, It pissed [F/N] off.

"Then if you do not remember.. Let me refresh your memory, Little one.." Kokushibo said.

"My name is Kokushibo.. I hold the highest rank within the twelve moons, Sitting at Upperrank one.." He started.

"Though.. You should be recognising me as Michikatsu Tsugikuni.. Your older brother.." Kokushibo announced, His eyes staring down onto her, Closely examining her facial expression. Waiting intently for her reaction.

[F/N] stilled. Her body growing rigid as if she was fixed to the dock by nails.

"..I'm sorry.. What?" She asked. Her eyes blinking rapidly as she looked up at him in disbelief.

"..I am your big brother.. And you are my little sister.." He repeated so clearly yet his voice seemed incoherent to her ears. [F/N] swallowed a lump in her throat, If she thought he was delusional before he now looked completely insane to her now.

He was a demon.. An Uppermoon, He must of been hundreds of years old at the very least yet here he was claiming to be her sibling? It didn't add up, He looked at her like she was meant to understand but she couldn't find a single puzzle piece that fit.

"Impossible.. You're hundreds of years old and I have absolutely no older siblings.."

Kokushibo breathed out, The carbon dioxide showing in the chill-raising air as he took another step forward towards her. This time, [F/N] didn't move back.

"Impossible, Yes.. I thought the same thing once I saw you again.. You died near enough five hundred years ago yet there you were.. Bleeding out within the rubble of your desecrated shrine.. For centuries I grieved for you.." He lamented. A sudden pain crossing him as he seemed to recall something deep within him.

He was spouting sheer madness. He was the one who took her here against her own wishes and nursed her back to physical health, It made her heart writhe around inside her and this time she couldn't bite her tongue.

"I-I am not your sister, We are not related in any way… I don't know how goddamn delusional you need to be to think as such! You are a demon, Not my brother.. I want you to piss off and leave me alone, You fucking monster!" [F/N] cried. The terrified tone only an afterthought suddenly grew back into the forefront of her mind as she watched him close.

As soon as the word monster rolled off her tongue his body stilled, His expression going blank as he stared down at her with an unrecognisable expression. It disturbed her right down to her stomach, Even more so when she felt the heat.

"You.. You will not speak to me like that, Little one.." He said through gritted teeth. [F/N] felt her body raise up into that state of flight or fight once more, His soul radiating such a boiling hot heat that [F/N] could feel it in her bones.

It was obvious he was trying to hold back his anger, Yet it spilled out of the brims of his expression. The twitch of his fingers and the glare he gave her, She could tell and it utterly horrified her.

"As your older brother and the last remaining head of our clan.. You will treat me with respect.. It doesn't matter if you're confused or have.. forgotten entirely.. You address me in proper honorifics like a good younger sister should." Kokushibo hissed. Venom near dripping off every word as he started approaching her trembling form.

His footsteps were slow, Drawing out every step as he finally loomed over her. Shadow cast over him as [F/N] looked up at him, Body aching for her to run.

Whatever façade of cold comfort he put up was completely shattered now, His eyes brimming with malice and his fingers itching the reach for the hilt of his sword. Itching to strike her down.

"I've been praying for this day for centuries.. For the wish that you would come back to me.. You said you would never leave me again, And I fully intend to hold you to your promise.. You cannot run.. So come back here now and I will forget this little mistake.. If you do not, I assure your time here will be much more.. Nightmarish.." He commanded lowly. Slowly moving towards her

"..No matter how far you go I will always be right behind you.. You will not escape me."

But that didn't mean she wasn't willing to try.

Her legs moved before she could comprehend she was. Quickly turning around and sprinting off down the dock in her nightwear and splotched dressing as she cried out in sheer utter helplessness.

Kokushibo paused as he watched her go. He didn't bother run after her, He knew she wouldn't get far.

As [F/N] carefully navigated throughout the labyrinth of docks she could hear his quiet voice call after her, Echoing through the void and seeping through her as she ran.

"Tire yourself out all you want.. Run as long and as far as you like but you will never be able to leave me.. Not again. When you come back.. Do not expect to be treated with such affection that I have offered you thus far.. Not until you stop with this stupid rebellious phase of yours.."

Though [F/N] could barely hear him, As his silhouette shrunk further and further into the vastness of the void.

All until he disappeared completely

☆♡☆

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Three soft and precise knocks hit against the thin cut of the rosewood door.

Sounds of quiet shuffling could be heard from within the house, Settling of cups and screeching of chairs as footsteps started to move their way over to the closed entrance.

The door slid open only a peep, Only enough for the weathered face of a middle-aged man to careen his head over to get a good look out past it.

"Hello..?"

"Hello there!" A polite and cheery voice spoke out to him, One that sounded exaggerated and overly-friendly compared to his quiet yet cordial tone. The girl the voice belonged to smiled lightly and clasped her hands together.

"My name is Shinobu Kocho from the Demon Slayer Corps, If I am not mistaken.. This is the Kanroji household is it not?" Shinobu asked. Glassy orchid eyes staring into the ones of the older mans, His own softened at her introduction as he nodded.

"Ah.. Yes. You two must be my daughter's colleague's." He said. The slightly cracked open door slid ajar, His shoulders softening and a small welcoming smile grew onto his aged face as he looked at the two slayers.

Shinobu, A woman of short stature similar to that of a mantis. She held an eternal far off gaze that seemed clouded with the salesman smile plastered onto her face like concrete. Her butterfly haori and short tied hair danced in the wind as he looked over at the other man behind her.

"Greetings.." Was all the other slayer said as he lightly bowed down to him.

Despite being taller than his colleague, He was still rather short. He had a mop of choppy black hair that looked overgrown as it covered his shadowed his face well, That and along with the bandages he used as a mask made his features nigh hidden. The only thing peeking out from over the mask was mismatched eyes.

"Ah, You must have more manners then that!" Shinobu exclaimed lightly as she giggled it off.

"I apologise for my friend here.. This is my co-worker Iguro Obanai. And yes, We're here to see Mitsuri-chan about recent events I'm sure you've been informed of?" Shinobu inquired, Tilting her head to the side while Obanai muttered something under his breath and swept his head to the side.

Mr. Kanroji nodded, His smile only dropping an inch.

"Yes.. I'm aware. You two better come in then." He nodded as he stepped a side, Raising an arm to welcome them into his abode. Shinobu smiled and thanked him as she made her way inside, Iguro following closely behind her as they entered the livingroom.

It was a cosy little room, It was homely and warm yet had enough room for a large family to move around in comfortably. It was beautifully decorated, Clean-cut furniture and masterfully painted moving doors.

It was a rather large family home, The inner walls of the house being compiled of entirely open shoji-doors revealing the wide open plan of the entire building.

"It's a nice home you have.." Iguro muttered as he made his way to the middle of the room.

"Thank you. Me and my wife are both rather house-proud.." He chuckled lightly "It's been easier to take care of since the little ones have grown bigger and gotten much more responsible. I love them all, But do they make mess I'd tell you.."

Shinobu airily laughed along with him.

"Yes! I have a few little girls who I provide for back home with me, Children are quite troublemakers aren't they?" Shinobu replied as she turned to the man.

"Aha! Isn't that the truth.." He smiled. "Though unfortunately we aren't here to talk about our kids.."

"No, Unfortunately not." Iguro confirmed, Nodding his head lightly as he started talking.

"It's about The Shrine Invasion Incident that occurred a few weeks ago, We're here to talk to Mitsuri-san about what happened when she was there and get her statement. About both the demon that attacked and the.. Casualties" Iguro explained.

Mr. Kanroji sighed.

"Yes. You're referring to [F/N], Right?" He asked.

Shinobu nodded.

"Correct. I understand that [F/N] was very close to Mitsuri-chan.. That and along with Fujimori-san of course." She said. As she did she slid a quick wink over to Mr. Kanroji and subtly signalled towards Iguro, Who didn't notice a thing.

Mr. Kanroji paused before nodding back.

"Right. Come, We can discuss this while we walk" He said. Beckoning them with his hand and turning his back and starting to walk at a leisurely pace out of the livingroom. Both slayers nodded and followed after him.

"So, Can you recall what happened when she came home?" Shinobu asked him as she trailed behind.

"Yes. It was in the early morning.. Both me and my wife were barely awake when we heard the banging on the door. When we opened it she just ran into my arms, She was hysterical and we could barely make a word out of what happened.. It was a painful sight to see.." He explained, Shaking his head.

"Ah.. I see" Shinobu said. "I'm aware that you and your wife were also quite familiar with [F/N]?"

Mr. Kanroji smiled once again yet it held none of that bright attitude he had before, It was instead blocked by a dark cloud hanging over him like a noose.

"Right.. Mitsuri and [F/N] were basically inseparable back when they were young, So much so that she was over at our place most of the time. [F/N] didn't have the best home life you see, Not that she had much of one to begin with but.. She stayed over so often, Helped out with chores and played with the younger kids so much that at points I even considered her my own. And I'm pretty sure my wife did too" Mr. Kanroji tried to play off the sombre undertone in his voice with a light-hearted giggle, Yet it was futile under the heaviness of his bleak voice.

"It was horrible when the news came to light. We both were broken up by her.. Choice of actions. But Mitsuri.. She just.. She just broke down entirely." He said. Shinobu's eyes narrowed in confusion.

Choice of actions, What he meant alluded her.

Before she could question it however he stopped at a closed door, A rarity amongst the open ones spread about the walls of the house. He turned around and looked at them with a serious expression.

"Alright then, This is it." He started as he looked down at the both of them

"Please, When you go in try to be gentle when speaking with her. Don't try to overwhelm her or make any sudden noises.. She's not in the best mental state right now." He said quietly, Nigh-whisper as he waited for their answer.

"Understood." They both said in unison.

Mr. Kanroji nodded before turning back to the door.

Raising a single fist he lightly knocked at the paper shoji door. He smiled a best as he could as he spoke.

"Pumpkin? Are you awake..?" He called out.

…

There was no answer.

Iguro shifted around uncomfortably in his stance. Mitsuri Kanroji, The woman he loved and cared for.. She wasn't anything like this. He knew her well. He knew she loved to eat, He knew the way her lip quirked when she was confused and he certainly knew she was a light sleeper.

Anything could wake her. A sneeze or the drop of a pin, Anything at all. And it was certain that she would definetly wake at the light knock on her door. For her not to answer was concerning at best. Mr. Kanroji tried once more.

"Your friends from work are here to see you.. It's about a few weeks ago.." He called out once more though this time you could hear the audible shake in his speech.

…

"Come in.."

A weak voice called out from behind the door, It was so quiet that you could barely hear it. Both Shinobu and Iguro took a glance at each other before Mr. Kanroji grabbed onto the handle and slowly slid the door open.

It was dark. That was the first thought that entered their heads as they finally saw the inside to the room, Their sole source of vision being the new light from the other side flooding in only a crack to reveal only the bare shapes of furniture inside.

"I'll leave you two to it.." Mr. Kanroji whispered as he stood behind the open door, Nodding towards the room.

"Thank you.." Shinobu replied lowly as she took the first few steps in, Iguro following closely behind as she slowly entered the abyss that was Mitsuri's room.

From what they could make out, It looked more like a guest room than it did an actual room. The source of light was the window which was meant to be open, Instead it was locked and bolted shut tight leaving their environment hard to navigate.

CLANK!

Iguro's foot hit against something on the floor, Looking down he gagged slightly.

It was a small plate of food. It looked to be a normal meal consisting of pork cutlets and a side of omurice. Though on closer inspection Iguro spied the signs of mould starting to gather up on the meat from most likely a day or two, It hadn't been touched at all.

Iguro swallowed down his bubbling concerns and tried to ignore the smell as he stepped around it.

Both Shinobu and Iguro moved towards the centrepiece of the room of which being a large futon. Growing closer they could see the shapes of several duvets and pillows scattered amongst it, Reminiscent of a crows nest from the built up barrier around the lump poking out from under one of the duvets.

Shinobu kept up her smile, Though as she moved it started to look more strained and forced like one you'd see on an advertisement or billboard.

They finally reached the futon. Both Shinobu and Iguro shuffled around the side, Avoiding scattered clothes and stray furniture as they tried to get a better look.

They could barely see anything at all, Both from the lack of light and the duvet covering the girl below it. The only thing they could make out was only the upper half of her face sticking out from under it, Lime irises staring up at both of them.

Iguro bit his tongue. He backed up a bit as his hands reached out for the window-shutters. Eyes not taken off of Mitsuri's as he opened it up, Letting the late-morning light fill the dark void of the room.

Once the sunlight bounced off the walls of the room, Shinobu's smile quickly switched down to a frown while Iguro's shoulders tensed up.

The room was much more of a mess than first thought to be. The odd scattered clothing or two turned out to be more like piles.

Uneaten meals more rotten than before were also placed about, Some on furniture, Some on the floor.

But what really put off the two was the girl they called a friend, Lying curled up in a fetal position within the bedding.

Now that the light hit her face she flinched back from the sudden exposure, Eyes clenching closed to prevent the sudden light hitting her pupils flood in. Both of them noticed the swollen red under her eyes and her stuffy nose, To which she sniffled lightly every so often.

"Mitsuri-chan.." Shinobu mumbled, Her face a practiced sympathy as she took another step forward towards the futon. She stopped however when the sudden movement of Mitsuri cut her off, Mitsuri hauling herself out from under the covers and up into a sitting position

"I.. Sorry about that.. Comfortable position and all.." Mitsuri giggled lightly. Yet the sound never quite reached her bloodshot eyes.

Coupled with the greasy tangle that was her hair and the rather shaky smile she held it was obvious to see her true self in that moment. Iguro took his turn to take a step forward.

"Mitsuri-san.. I.." He felt the words caught on his tongue once he looked down upon the painful expression of the girl in front of him. Despite lying in bed it looked like she hadn't slept for days, Weeks even.

"Y-You're here about a few weeks ago right? Were you able to look at the ruins..? F-Find anything?" Mitsuri's voice shook more than her ear to ear smile, It wasn't liked Shinobu's perfectly perfected one. No, It was instead like an unknowingly widowed wife in the ER room lobby, Waiting in ignorant bliss for what she assumed was just a cut.

Both Iguro and Shinobu shared another glance at one and other. Both having a silent conversation between the two before Shinobu turned her head back around to face Mitsuri.

"Well.. We were able to get a report back from the ruins of the shrine.." Shinobu started. Reaching within her butterfly haori she pulled out a small piece of folded paper.

Starting to unfold it she peered down and started to read.

"Lets see here.. There were more injuries than casualties.. Seventy two severely injured and thirty four deaths. Majority of the casualties being Kakushi and Lower ranked slayers.." Shinobu read out, Eyes scanning down the list.

Mitsuri slowly nodded.

"T-That's unfortunate.. I hope their families are doing okay.." Mitsuri replied softly, The first glint of genuine concern showing from behind her eyes.

"But.. Erm.." She started again.

Shinobu nodded, Sad smile painted. Mitsuri didn't have to finish her words for Shinobu to know what she meant.

"Yes.. About [F/N] and Fujimori.." The mention of the names caught Mitsuri's attention immediately, Her head perking up to give her undying regard as the glint in her eyes burned back up.

Shinobu's nose twitched, Body stiffening ever so slightly.

"..We weren't able to recover any bodies.."

The light in Mitsuri's irises started to grow, Yet it wasn't from the hope or finality of the news. Instead it was the reflection off the water starting to grow at the rims of her eyes.

Shinobu took in a deep breath and continued.

"The only trace was of Fujimori.. Which was a pool of blood located near the back of the shrine." Shinobu shook her head, Trying not to focus on Mitsuri as she continued.

"Our leading theory is that.. Well.. Fujimori was most likely eaten by the demon in question.. There was nothing left of him.." Shinobu whispered, Yet within the confines of the room it sounded like an reverberated scream to Mitsuri's ears.

And that's what broke the dam.

Mitsuri let out a quiet cry, Her shaky smile still spread wide across her face as the tears in her eyes flooded over. Rolling down her cheeks and dripping onto her lap as choked noises escaped her hoarse throat.

"Mitsuri-san-!"

Iguro instantly went into action at the first sound of her cries, He quickly moved over to her side, Sitting down next to her and placing a hand on her shoulder. Which was quickly dismissed by Mitsuri.

"D-Don't touch me.. Just, Please.. N-Not now.." Mitsuri wept. Iguro quickly obliged, Moving away from her on the bed as she planted her face into her palms. Shinobu looked on as she put the paper away, Eyes filled with pity.

"I.. I-I can't believe this.. I.. Why didn't I recognise the signs.. I.. D-Doesn't she remember our promise..?" She whispered. Her nails digging into her skin as she looked through the cracks of her fingers, Eyes staring off into the distance of the floor.

"She..? What do you mean by signs..?" Iguro asked lightly.

Mitsuri withdrew her face from her hands to look up at Obanai. Her eyes meeting the mismatch of his with a disbelieving gaze, Like his tongue spoke of heresy to her very own religion.

Her pained voice spoke out once again.

"F-Fujimori.. [F/N].. They.. They're the same person.. And I.." Mitsuri whispered.

Iguro's eyes widened to that of circles, He shook his head adamantly and responded quick to her.

"No.. That's impossible. Fujimori and [F/N] look completely different, How could they be the same?" Iguro asked. His soft voice was still present yet there was an edge to it, A sharp confusion and bafflement at her words.

Mitsuri didn't listen to him, It was like he wasn't even there.

"I-I knew it was there.. I really did but I just.. I-I just ignored them.. If I had tried just a little harder.. I-If I just.." Mitsuri's voice seemed to break down into children's babble, Ranting off under her breath about this and that Iguro just couldn't understand.

He took a step closer.

"Mitsuri.. Please, Tell me what you mean.." Iguro asked softly. He lowered down onto a single knee to match her eye level, Pleading silently with her to tell him.

Mitsuri mumbled something so quiet, So incomprehensible that neither Iguro nor Shinobu could hear.

"What did you say..?"

Mitsuri's lip quivered. Bloodshot eyes staring back at him with that disfigured smile still on her face. Her voice only turning up a single notch as they were finally able to make out what she said.

"[F/N].. S-She killed herself."

Shinobu's frown sharpened into a tight-lipped grimace. Iguro's brows furrowed, His bandaged mask concealing his parted lips, Information still processing in his mind.

"I-If I just tried a little harder.. If I just made sure she was okay, Said hello or just.. Just ask her what was wrong.. S-She would've still been here with me.. I.. I did this.. I-I shouldn't of let go of her hand, I shouldn't of let go.."

Mitsuri's gaze was Far-off as she stared back into the vivid face of [F/N] appearing in her mind. The blank eyes so dull like she was nothing more than a caricature of her true self, The tried and true smile, The angle of her nose and the dimensions of her face.

All of it she tried so hard to cling onto. Grasping desperately at the memory, Begging with whatever god was up there. Pleading with whatever was listening that she wouldn't forget her face.

Yet as she continued to imagine her face, It faded further and further away from her grasp. Already blurring into a distant memory along with the warmth of her hand drifting away from her palms.

Iguro looked back at her. His heart felt like it was twisting and turning inside him, Hurting at the sight of the woman he held so close to it.

The new information felt so unsolved in his mind, He doubted it. Yet the raw grief that was coming from Mitsuri in front of him made it seem so real. Yet, He needed to question it once more.

Though before he could, He felt a small tap on his shoulder. Looking up only to come face to face with Shinobu.

"Iguro-san.. I think you should go wait outside." Shinobu said. Her voice suddenly serious, A side of which was barely shown through her friendly disguise.

He looked back at her and she stared back down at him with an unwavering gaze.

Iguro nodded slowly before getting up from his kneeling position. As he quietly moved out of the room he took only a single glance back at the two of them, All before opening the door and exiting the room.

As soon as the door slid shut Shinobu made her move, Head turning towards Mitsuri who looked up at her with the gaze of a wounded animal.

"Mitsuri-san.. These are massive claims, I don't mean to be insensitive but could you explain to me what happened? According to reports you were rather hysterical, Both from the handmaiden escorting you out and the various people you asked about [F/N]'s whereabouts." Shinobu asked. Voice levelled and calm, Her friendly self back up with a small smile to contrast her words.

Mitsuri didn't waste anytime for a shaky hand to extend out behind her towards her pillow, Reaching under it she carefully fished out a worn piece of paper. It was folded several times and looked rather worn from first sights.

Shinobu carefully plucked it out of her hands once it was offered. Carefully unfolding the flaps she held it in her hands and started to read.

Mitsuri sat there uncomfortably on the bed despite the mountain of pillows and blankets surrounding her. She had stopped crying at this point but by no means did that make her okay.

Her form was trembling as if she was in the middle of a hailing blizzard. She felt as if she wasn't in her body, Like she was just looking through the vision of someone else entirely while she was just a spectator within her own mind.

Shinobu's glassy eyes scanned over the paper, Carefully reading over every line with upmost delicacy as her gaze descended downwards.

She reached the bottom, The finality of the signature registering in her mind.

Shinobu was quiet.

But after a moment, She let out a single sigh.

"I see.. Well.. That's unfortunate.." Was all she said. She refolded up the paper in her hands and sitting it down on the windowsill.

Suddenly brought back into her own body, Mitsuri's head snapped over to look up at Shinobu. Her mouth going agape along with her eyes as she looked up in disbelief.

"..Is that all you have to say?" Mitsuri asked. [F/N]'s note, Her very last words written down onto a carefully made parchment. The story of her life, The words she could never express to anyone aloud yet scribed down with her entire heart and soul put onto this single letter.

And Shinobu just shook it off, Like it was absolutely nothing.

"Well.. It's an unfortunate turn of events, Taking one's life always is. Though I do have to admit I never saw it coming.." Shinobu said, That same tone of plain apathy dripped off every syllable and hit Mitsuri like acid as she stood up.

"H-How could you?" Mitsuri gawked. Her unstable footsteps numb from hours of not walking as she took a few steps toward Shinobu.

"[F/N] was your friend too.. You're the only other Hashira who ever knew about the truth.. She.. S-She trusted you.." Mitsuri exclaimed, Her previous cries starting to boil and hiss into a rising anger as her face twisted into an ugly expression.

Shinobu's shoulders raised as she looked back at her, The anger on Mitsuri being a completely foreign view. She wasn't even acting like herself anymore, [F/N] really meant that much to her..

"Yes.. She did." Shinobu agreed "I'm not trying to say-"

"You don't need to say anything, Y-You're making it clear enough!" Mitsuri butted in. Her arms raising to hug her self as she feverishly shook her head, Trying to keep herself calm.

"T-This isn't just my fault.. This is yours too. This is everyone's fault.." Mitsuri heaved. Her breathing picked up speed as her overgrown nails dug into her elbows, Backing up a bit as she did.

"Mitsuri-san.. You're not yourself right now, You're still in the grieving process. You don't mean what you're saying.." Shinobu said.

Mitsuri looked back up at her, Sheer rage burning inside her eyes like infernoes

"H-How many of the Hashira actually liked [F/N]..? How many of them insulted her every time she was late to a meeting? How many snide looks.. How many nasty comments, Shinobu? T-Tell me.. How many?" Mitsuri choked out. Shinobu could feel the strain as it did.

"I.. I don't kn-"

"How many?!" Mitsuri yelled, Her voice shaking the very walls of the room she was in. Quickly turning away from Shinobu, Her hands grasped both sides of her head catching strands of messy hair in-between them.

"[F/N] never harboured any true resentment towards anyone! S-She may not of been on time or handled her duties well but she cared for every last one of us, A-And the only thing she got in return was scorn.." Mitsuri at this point broke down into strangled sobs. She hugged herself tighter as Shinobu could only watch her.

"G-Get out.. Y-You did this, We both did.. But.. Y-You don't even care at all…" Mitsuri ordered. Turning her back on Shinobu as she tried to reach out a hand to her.

"Mitsu-"

"GET OUT!" Mitsuri screamed, Turning back to Shinobu with a high-pitched wail as it faded back into soft cries. Mitsuri fell back onto her bed, Pulling her knees up to her chest and pressing her face into them.

Shinobu didn't need to be told twice. She turned her back and walked away towards the door.

However she stopped once her hand gripped onto the handle.

"Mitsuri-san.. Just for the record, I may not show it but I do care for [F/N].. She really was my friend and trusted comrade. I don't mean to be indifferent.. I am not at all.. I.. I really will miss her a lot. Me and the rest of the Hashira may not have favoured her at points, But she was still apart of our ranks and was our comrade.. We.. We all grieve in our own ways.. And I promise you.. One day, We will get vengeance on the demon who did this.. We'll avenge her, I promise you."

That was all Shinobu said. Mitsuri lifted her head from her shins but she couldn't see Shinobu's expression. Her back to hers, Mitsuri could only see her high shoulders shake and the grip on the sliding door tighten.

But it faded almost immediately. Shinobu slid the door open and stepped out.

Closing it over and walking away.

☆♡☆

Heavy yet light footsteps hit the rickety wood in quick succession, Each step taking no time to waste as [F/N] kept running faster and faster along the spiderweb docks.

[F/N] had to plan her movements in advance, The dock was hard to navigate with branches ending at random and others looping straight back around in the opposite direction. If she wasn't careful she could be thrown overboard at any moment, And she didn't want to find out whether the bioluminescent water was safe or not.

It felt like she had been running for hours, The infinite sky showing no sign of an end or exit in sight. But [F/N] knew it had to of only been half an hour or so, Otherwise she would of already collapsed.

Kokushibo was nowhere to be seen. Once [F/N] had taken off running she thought he would be dead on her tail, Chasing her down for even daring to leave whatever he had planned for her.

"My name is Kokushibo.. I hold the highest rank within the twelve moons, Sitting at upperrank one.. Though.. You should be recognising me as Michikatsu Tsugikuni.. Your older brother.."

Was he delusional? Out of his mind? Or could he be manipulating her with some so-crazy-it-works method. Michikatsu Tsugikuni, The name meant absolutely nothing at all. Her older brother he called himself, There was simply no way in hell that could of been true.

He was a centuries old demon, Whatever parents gave birth to him would of died a good long while ago. It was impossible that they could've been related but..

"Impossible, Yes.. I thought the same thing once I saw you again.. You died near enough five hundred years ago yet there you were.. Bleeding out within the rubble of your desecrated shrine.."

Maybe, Just maybe she shared some resemblance to the sister he had as a human. And maybe she shared the same first name as she did. And when he saw said resemblance, Somehow in his mind he had decided that they were the same person and then decided to spare and kidnap her away to this cold hell.

Even then that was baffling on its own.

[F/N] had saw from first hand experience how a demon would rip apart its own siblings, Parents or children just for another meal. Demon's had no sentimental attachment to much of anything, Especially not people.

So why? Why would he do this, Kidnap her away and try to feign an act of familiarity with her? Demons don't do that, They don't think that way. [F/N] swallowed back a lump in her throat.

How much did his sister mean to him? Was she really that important that he would still hold affection towards her?

But either way he wasn't anywhere at all.

No noises, Glimpses or auras. Nothing.

She had no time to dwell on it, She chided herself for getting distracted over a demon. Run now think later. The prospect of escaping whatever pocket dimension she had been siphoned to was vivid in her mind, A yearning feeling brought back to the primal desire for survival as she kept going and going.

Her abdomen hurt too, Every time she moved it felt like a needle jabbing into her side. She tried her best to ignore the pain however, She couldn't let it stop her now, Not since she got this far.

But then it hit her.

Why was she trying so hard to escape?

Her sprint faltered only a little as the thought crossed through her mind. Her lip upturned. Why was she trying so hard?

[F/N] wanted to die. She wanted to find an end for months, To get it over and done with and get out of everyone's way. To stop being such a stain on the Hashira and a burden on the corps. She had no use, No worth or redeemable qualities.

She may of killed a thousand of their kind, She may of been given the title of being the strongest Hashira but that name weighed down on her shoulders like steel blocks.

It wasn't a title, It was an expectation.

And [F/N] couldn't live up to it, She didn't even want to live at all. So why was she running? Why didn't she throw herself into the docks or go back to slaughterhouse behind her? Why was her body so insistent on continuing?

Because.. Because.. She wanted to die, Not be tortured. That's the reason. If she was here then it was obvious she was wanted alive, If she did try to throw herself off then whose to say Kokushibo wouldn't be watching her right now and prevent her from doing so?

If she was here he might be wanting information, The location of the Ubuyashiki estate. This entire 'dead little sister' thing was just a manipulation tactic to get it out of her! And once he realised she wasn't falling for it he'd resort to more violent methods.

Yes, That's the reason.

Turning around another dock and searching for a path she stared out into the open distance of a void. Her heart burned, There had to be an escape. She was so tired, She felt like she was going to collapse any second.

And that's when she saw it.

In the distance, Staring off into the vastness of the void she could make out a vague shape settled amongst the darkness.

Her eyes sparked up, Lit aflame as she spied her saving grace, The light at the end of the tunnel. Something had finally changed after running for so long.

Her pace picked up along with her breathing, Her breaths turning into light wheezes under her normal rhythm as she took far strides.

Sweat beads dripped down from her brow and stained her jinbei, Everything burned. Muscles ached but she kept moving forwards, Kept going faster and faster towards the building in the distance, Getting closer and closer.

Keep going, Almost there.. I can do this- I can escap-!

[F/N] stopped in her tracks.

Her sprint jittered down until she was completely still, Fixed on place to the dock as she stared up towards the building, One now looming over her like a guillotine.

It.. It was her shrine.

Towering over her was the behind of the shrine, The other side from which she came from. The walls, tiles, Wooden frames and the closed shut windows. Her eyes scanned over it in disbelief, The realisation crashing into her.

She had done a full circle, She had just came back from the way she came.

T-This can't be true.. How could this be-!

[F/N] felt her heart fall into her stomach along with her knee's collapsing to the ground, Finally giving out from exhaustion as her eyes were still locked on the shrine.

Her knees hit the wooden docks, Splinters digging into her bare shins as she felt all hope leave her body. She had been running for so long, The docks didn't loop or go in a circle, If it did she would of known. But how was she back here? How?

Heart drumming faster in her chest her head felt light and airy as if she was thousands of feet in the air. Nausea creeping up her throat and unsettling her stomach even more than it already was. As she felt herself fade, She had only one thought.

How.. How is this fair?

☆♡☆

Kokushibo walked slowly down the wooden step-way of the shrine it surrounded.

Taking a few careful steps down the stairway he felt the weight of it depress under him, Reaching the bottom he peered over from the corner he stood next to.

He watched the body of his younger sister collapse onto the dock, Her chest raising and lowering rapidly as if she was starved of air. Her hair was a mess along with her clothing and general appearance.

It was nothing he didn't expect however. He knew she would tire herself out eventually, Run until she couldn't and fall down onto the ground. He knew it would happen, And he couldn't help but feel a sense of catharsis out of it.

He stalked up towards her, All until he was staring down at her defeated form in front of him. Kneeling down with her neck exposed, Easily cut and easy to wring at any given moment.

In any other scenario this would of been a sort of guilty pleasure, The way life was held within his hands felt so electrifying. He never took time on making people grovel before him, He never saw the need to.

He was after strength, To stay eternally strong forever. Not to make insignificant and weak human beings bow down to him.

But he couldn't deny the way he dictated human life with the edge of his blade felt great. And it tasted even better once he bit into their throats, Tearing out their jugular giving them no time to scream as the sweet nectar of their blood hit his tongue.

It was empowering. But, It was different in this scenario.

He didn't feel any sense of power over the girl in front of him, Not the way he usually would anyways. As he looked over her broken form the only thing that he felt was.. Pity.

"Are you done now..? Have you tired yourself out..?" Kokushibo asked in that usual monotone voice. He sounded as if he didn't care, As if his sister lying stray on the dock meant absolutely nothing to him. But he knew that wasn't the case.

[F/N] didn't answer, It seemed as if she had fainted.

Again, It was predictable. She had just woken up after sustaining injury and had used all her energy to try and run away, Only to collapse right back at the place she had tried to escape from.

Kokushibo gritted his teeth slightly. This wasn't how he thought this was going to go.

He assumed that she remembered him. Throughout the time he had taken her, Cared for her wound and nursed her back to health he had heard murmurs from within her sleep. Places, Memories and names only she should of known was what she mumbled in her unconscious state.

He assumed that as soon as she had awoken she would remember him, Feel just as elated as he was at their reunion.

But now he knew that wasn't the case, And if he was being honest? It made him angry.

Kokushibo kneeled down. Reaching his arms out he scooped up her limp body into his arms to settle her within them.

He got up and examined her face, Her eyes and her hair. Every angle and dimension of her face he surveyed left and right. This was her, Everything just lined up too perfectly not to be.

Same name, Same face and Haori. Not to mention that she spoke his name once.

Kokushibo held onto her tighter as he started to walk away with her in his arms. He moved up the stairway careful not to drop her. He moved quickly yet steadily towards the entrance of the shrine.

Entering the building and shutting the door behind him with his foot and made his way up to the second floor where her bedroom was located.

Once he got there he slid open the shoji door, Letting the aquamarine flood the shadows of her room as he walked towards her futon.

Setting her down onto the mattress and tucking her in the duvet with the utmost care, He looked at her once more.

Kokushibo was angry. He truly was livid. The mere fact that she didn't even remember him angered him, Even more so once she called him a monster. He loathed the way he felt his heart wretch in that moment.

Yet he couldn't bring himself to hate her. A part of him wanted to dispose of her, To get rid of her entirely. She was a weakness, Something Kokushibo just could not afford.

But the much larger, Louder part of him detested this with all he had. As the thought of killing her entered his mind he felt disgusted, Horrified at the mere imagining of her being harmed.

She was the only person who ever loved him more than Yorichii. The one person who saw him for himself instead of his brother, She admired him. She loved him. How could he bring himself to hurt her? Kokushibo took in a deep breath, The anger kept at bay as he smiled lightly at her unconscious state.

Even if she didn't remember him, That doesn't mean she won't in due time. The pieces of the puzzle were already there, They were just waiting to be solved is all. Even if she had some 'new life' or whatever may have happened to her. Maybe.. No.. It didn't matter, She was here. That's what mattered.

He breathed out once more. 'Her new life', It felt so wrong as he thought about it. Kokushibo found her as a Hashira of all things, One he had struck down as a man like a god to a heretic.

Gods, He had questions. He had so many questions.

How was she here back with him? How did she become an entirely different person while fighting him? Where did she learn or how would he get her to remember him? Hundreds of questions rushed through his head. Possibilities and chances.

He tucked a small strand of hair behind her ear. He had many questions, And he'll get answers eventually when she was awake.

His little sister was finally brought back to him. The one who died in his arms and the one he would never let go of again. She'll learn to accept her fate here, Understand she has nowhere to run. She'll understand her place was here with him, Her big brother.

He'd crush whatever rebellious phase she was going through, Whatever disobedient little chapter of life she was going through right now. Insulting him, Running away..

He breathed out, Trying to keep away the bloodlust at the thought of her escaping.

She was safe now, And that's all that matters.

Next Chapter

[luneymoony]

The Butterfly's Effect (Prologue)

a SAGAU!Imposter! AU x Shinobu!Reader where the reader is.. well, shinobu kocho from demon slayer.

CW: mentions of death, swearing, slight mentions of dissecting? Major Spoiler Warning for the anime only watchers out there! (imsosorryomfg) WC: 1.4k Notes: reader will be shinobu, like, literally. english isnt my first language so i apologize if theres any grammar, spelling mistakes or edits. :)) i've been obsessed with crossovers and sagaus so why not put them together? Photo is not mine!

...

It's so dark.

What happened?

I can't remember anything..

Wait..

Am I.. Dead?

~

The final battle of the Demon slayer corps has finally come to an end. The demon king, Muzan has finally succumbed to his demise after more than ten thousand years of living as a demon. The upper moons were all defeated and Japan is now demon free.

Of course, everything comes with a price. As many people strived to defeat the demon king, many also died in the process. Tomioka Giyuu, and Shinazugawa Sanemi, The remaining Hashiras of the corps.

Rengoku Kyojiro, Iguro Obanai, Kanroji Mitsuri, Tokito Muichiro, Himejima Gyomei, Kocho Shinobu.

These were the pillars that had lost their lives in the battlefield. Many people lost something in that battle. Their lives, their loved ones, their abilities. It will take time to heal from these wounds. Emotionally, physically and mentally.

Kanao looked at the butterfly hairpin on her hand, her mind drifts off to the insect hashira and how she died, how she was getting absorbed by that vile and disgusting demon. How she could've saved her if she was more quick enough.

Tears prickled in the corners of her eyes, holding the butterfly hairpin more firmly and bringing it close to her chest. She misses them so much. She can only pray that they will be reincarnated to a world free of demons. A world where they could be happy.

A world that they can live in freely.

~

Your eyes flutters open. Your head was spinning and the first thing your eyes see is the clear, bright blue sky. You blinked rapidly to clear your blurring vision. You moved your head a bit to take in your surroundings.

You were laying on a soft patch of grass in the middle of nowhere. A large tree giving you enough shade to block your form from the sun's bright, and burning glow.

Slowly you sat up, groaning while doing so. You don't remember laying or being here when you were last conscious. The last thing you remembered was the sound of your sword dropping to the ground and-

Wait.

That's right, you were fighting uppermoon two. By what you can gather, you had died and had been absorbed by him.

But.. what happened after that? You certainly didn't remember getting yourself teleported to this unknown place, in fact, this wasn't even where you were when you had fought the bastard. And aren't you supposed to be dead?

Your thoughts were interrupted when there's a sudden noise coming from behind the tree. The loud noise startling you from your train of thoughts. You stood up —albeit a bit slowly— and noticed that you still had your sword with you, and your clothes were still intact. Your hand went to the back of your head to feel the butterfly hairpin that is strangely still there.

Choosing to save the questions that were racing in your mind for later, you feel the hilt of your sword and carefully and quietly approached the matter behind the tree.

You stopped once your eyes spot the.. Unusual looking creature? It looked a bit human, with arms, legs, a head and a mask covering its face. Weird ears. It also looked like it has something on its mask.

The creature seemed didn't seem to notice you or your presence, not until you stood in front of it did it froze. Its noises stopped too. It looked completely frozen by the sight of you.

Your hand on your sword's hilt had tighten, although it didn't show any signs of attacking you nor does it seemed armed, you were still very wary of it.

It doesn't look like a demon, well, not the usual demons. It is sure a humanoid creature with just some weird ears but it doesn't seem harmful. You also noticed that it had a briefcase from its side.

"What are you?"

Those are the first words you have spoken ever since you had woken up. Your voice was hoarse, your mouth and throat felt dry like the dessert. But you aren't giving in to the tempting urge to drinking whatever liquid is near to you until this creature answered you your question.

Although you did feel a bit stupid to just ask this random creature a question, when you could've just killed it right then and there for its unusual appearance. However.. you weren't going to attack it until it attacks you first. Plus, there were something off about this one.

Your gentle gaze and soft movements startled the Unusual Hilichurl. It couldn't get its eyes off of you, you looked like you simply didn't exist. It usually payed no mind to the others and the mortals that passed by. Taking no interest in them whatsoever.

But when its eyes laid on you, it froze. The hilichurl had no idea why but it felt like its about to drop to its knees before your presence. And that, it did.

Your eyes blinked in surprise at the kneeling hilichurl in front of you. Truth to say, your eyes were keen and careful to whatever movement its doing so as you were almost about to unsheathe your sword, it just dropped to its knees and bowed.

"What are you doing?"

The creature didn't moved an inch, it just kneeled and didn't say anything. It didn't even answer your first question.

You were even more curious by this sudden behavior of this mysterious creature. You wanted to investigate and possibly might dissect it for later. Yet you couldn't ignore your stomach that was begging for food, and your dry throat.

Seeing as this creature didn't want to seem to cooperate, and it most likely probably couldn't, you let it be, as you need to do more important things. Like finding food and water to prevent yourself from dying of thirst or starvation.

You just took once more glance at it and turned your heel to walk away. To your surprise, you have spotted a small river. You walked towards it and removed your butterfly patterned haori to properly drink it.

The water's very refreshing, and it felt like heaven when the liquid made contact to your mouth, and down to your throat. Not to mention, the water also tastes quite good. Its most likely because you haven't really drank much. Wonder how long you were laying in that area?

After drinking, you had put your haori back on and went to explore this unfamiliar place that you're in. Maybe you could find some sort of village or town here that would invite you in.

You looked around for a bit and noticed that theres something in the distance that caught your eye, was it a city perhaps? it looked huge, there were windmills that you could see clearly from this place. Maybe there'll be some people there that can help you.

The cool breeze of the air and the heat of the sun felt so much like home to you. It has been awhile since you felt this relaxed with such environment. The scenery, the relaxing atmosphere, it felt so nostalgic.

"This is nice."

You couldn't help but speak fondly out loud. You smiled to yourself, a real and genuine smile. Not the fake smile that you usually wore to hide your true self, but a relaxed, and actual calm smile. This sense of tranquility almost feels too foreign to you that you couldn't help but sigh and close your eyes.

Even if you didn't see it, even if you weren't there, you could sense that the uppermoon two had been defeated by your tsuguko, and Inosuke. You couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of the cocky bastard arrogantly mocking you from your "worthless" attempt to kill him.

It was only when the poison taking effect did you laugh at that fucker's melting face. He really did underestimate you huh? Who knew that a simple butterfly can unleash so much hell with a single flap of its wings? It was truly pathetic trying to see the little shit's futile attempt regenerate its head.

Once the uppermoon had been defeated and is now entering the gates of hell, you were triumphant of his demise. You couldn't stand seeing his stupid face and seeing it melting to the ground unleashed a wave of satisfaction in you.

You shook your head and chuckled to yourself, focusing on your only goal for now as you continued your way to the city with a slight and satisfied curl of your lips.

The windmills of this city was getting clearer to your vision, as you were getting nearer and nearer to the city, a voice suddenly calls out.

"Stop right there!"

You froze and stopped in your tracks. Was it another one of those creatures that you met at that tree? but this one can talk and- wait a minute. Are they speaking in a foreign language?

Where exactly did you wake up in?

~~~

hihihiii its finally hereee

i've been procrastinating this for a week now becuz ive been so busy but here it is! the amount of ideas i have for this is akkakkahdjas

but ive finally managed to put myself together to make this! i really hope u all like it :,)

lmk if anyone wants me to continue this, the prologue is slightly boring and messy at first but ill try to make it readable as possible.

Edit: i forgot to put a spoiler warninggg :C im so sorry anime only watchers akcsksksk

[afsalovescats]

HIII IDK IF REQS ARE OPEN OR NOT BUT IF THEY AREN'T YOU CAN COMPLETELU FORHET ABOUT THSI :33

can i request a ranpo and/or poe x fem!reader whos VERRYYY similar to shinobu kocho from kny ^_^??

(if you domt know what shes like, shes described as a very small woman who wears a sweet smile but under all of that she has immense anger inside of her over her older sister's death, and she kills the demons with wisteria poison which is inside her sword >_<!!!)

omg chat i watched demon slayer in iike 2022 i forgot ab everything dfghjkjgftyujh, i do remember smth ab her older sister though so ill try to recreate that but ill make it vague sorry .

You have this certain allure, a gentle, inviting smile that masks a fierce inner strength. Like Ranpo, you possess a sharp intellect, not often surprising him with your insights and observations.

Beneath your sweet exterior simmers a profound anger over the injustice in the world for the events that have occured, particularly stemming from the loss of loved one. This complexity makes you stand out to ranpo!

The dynamic is usually ranpo becoming ur....anchor (?? idk the word), he helps you navigate your emotions (barely, he annoys you as he complains, but that's the charm about him). Although he does respect your anger and determination that encourages you to continue on.

You both do find solace in each other's thoughts, with him teasing you gently, lightening the mood while still taking your feelings seriously.

In combat, your precision with the wisteria poison in your sword are mesmerizing. Ranpo admires your skill but worries about how it weighs on you so he often reminds you to balance yourself.

Your smart, hes smarter, but your strong, whereas he can mostly be used as the brains and you the power.

You often bake sweet treats together, a rare moment where the mood conveys lightness to fill the air, offering a brief escape.

Ranpo does try his best to be there for you and have your back, but knowing him, its always translated to him being upset or scolding you, but he means the best, really!

OMG I NEED TO REWATCH DEMON SLAYERRR AFGHJHVFGHJN I HOPE THIS MET YOUR EXPECTATIONS I WAS STALLING ON THIS 4 SO LONGGGGG

[animeyanderelover]

Tw: Yandere themes, toxic relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, overprotective behavior, stalking, manipulation, abduction, threats

Tags: @kanaosprotector @leveyani

S/o can look into the future

Kamado Nezuko

💕Nezuko honestly doesn't care much about your ability as long as you don't abuse it for evil purposes. Considering that her personality has been underdeveloped as a demon in favor of building a resistance against the sun, chances are also that she might not even grasp the full concept of what your skills are anyways. She does sense however that there seems to be something different about you, whether she concludes that due to observing you or taking notice of the way people around you treat you. Most of the time Nezuko is quite harmless though as she mainly just follows you around wherever you go. She is incredibly protective as soon as she senses that you are distressed or scared though which means she will keep you safe from people who try to force you into telling them their future. Obviously she has resorted to not killing humans so in most cases she helps you to escape. It is far more likely that it is her brother who is asking you for your help due to your ability to see the future for Nezuko's sake.

Kocho Shinobu

🦋​Shinobu is quite talented to hide her true feelings behind her sweet appearance which can be deceiving. Obviously she has a certain interest in your abilities when she finds them out since she is still a Hashira after all but she also recognises what this implies if you were to use your vision daily. Her cover would be blown sooner or later as you may see scenarios of the future where she reveals the darker side of her personality to you which she has been hiding so far. There is a lot to consider but she doesn't show it when she is around you as she attempts to question you about your abilities and how exactly they work without appearing suspicious. Is there a limit to how far you can see and does the future change depending on the decisions individuals make or is it all already decided? All of those information would help her crafting a plan the moment you would figure her out. She doubts that even your vision would do much if she would manage to poison and weaken you though.

Rengoku Kyojuro

🔥​Whilst he isn't too insistent about using your gift to find out how his own future with you might look as his delusional streak gives him an unbeatable confidence that you'll be in it, Kyojuro is very dedicated to his tasks as a Hashira. With your foresight he and other Hashira may be able to prevent demon attacks before they even happen and even detecting Muzan might be easier. Since this duty wouldn't require you to fight against demons yourself nor would it put you into any danger as long as no demon finds out about you, Kyojuro is willing to let you do this. He never really considers that you may use your abilities to escape him if you would see something in the future that would paint him in a bad light yet it is still quite a bit of trouble to get away from him. There is his younger brother, other villagers who adore him and then Kyojuro himself who would never stop searching for you. Surely there has to be a misunderstanding. Why don't you just talk to him, darling?

Kanroji Mitsuri

💓​You can definitely expect her to be curious about your gift as she wonders how the future will look like and you only give her more reason to gush over you because of it. She is prone to fantasising about a happy future where the two of you live together as a happy and married couple but she is at least lucid enough to recognise that this isn't the reality she is living in currently. She is still very hopeful about her dreams and that they will come true in the future so you would break her heart if you were to tell her that you don't see this in your future yet it would also only serve to make her more determined to work harder to win your affections. Obviously she isn't pressuring you into telling her anything nor will she allow anyone else to pressure you into becoming the next oracle. Mitsuri would, however, support your decision if you were to decide to use your foresight for the greater good by working for the Demon Corps and predicting future attacks and appearances of demons which would aid greatly in serving lives.

Kibutsuji Muzan

🩸​Your gift in a scenario where Muzan is the one obsessing over you is absolutely terrifying because he would abuse this to its full extent. Of course there is still an affection and attachment that the demon king holds for you somewhere in his many hearts but it is undeniable that by figuring out your abilities, he gets a lot more obsessive and possessive over you. Implications are that you will know about him and try to flee beforehand which he wants to prevent under all means necessary. He will either act quickly by abducting you himself or he will order all of his underlings to hunt you down and bring you to him alive if you should manage to escape in time and piss him off greatly as a result. You will be forced to tell him everything you can see as well as your gift might just be what he needs to find the Blue Spider Lily and he is not going to be patient about it if you would deny him your help. What are you trying to accomplish by denying him? Even your foresight will not be enough to get away from him.

[darkyanderesworld]

I have a request to make. Platonic yandere shinobu with a reader who is ver panicky, please and thank you.

Platonic yandere Shinobu with anxious/panicky reader

She'd be very happy if you're panicky. It'll make you easier to manipulate

Shinobu is a sadistic and manipulative yandere

She'd tell you stories about the demons she fights. Some are true, while others are false, she doesn't feel bad about lying to you. In her mind, she's protecting you from the cruel world.

She'd comfort you if you're having a panic attack, holding you as long as you need.

But if you become unconsolable, she'd drug you, so you'll calm down and fall asleep.

You'll spend most of your time in shinobu's hospital, but you're not allowed to talk to the patients. Instead, you'll work away from most people cleaning, doing laundry, and cooking.

Shinobu allows this just so you stay occupied, only so you don't plan to escape.

Though even if you do try and run, you can't get that far because of the drugs Shinobu gives you. She lies that they'll help with your anxiety. In reality, they just make you weak

Most of the hashira don't know that you even exist. She's a very good liar, and the only people who know you exist are aoi, kanao, Naho, Kiyo, Sumi, and tanjiro.

It was an accident that tanjiro saw you, but Shinobu allowed him to live because he'll keep your existence a secret.

If you follow the rules, your life will be fine, but if you don't, you'll be in a lot of pain. It's best if you just play along.

[kanroji-san]

How Apollo was dealing with Shinobu!Y/n's pregnancy.

Apollo: Are you angry at me?

Shinobu!Y/n: Yes.

Apollo: Can I ask why?

Shinobu!Y/n: No.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Hello! can you do a scenario where giyu is already promised to y/n by kagaya in an betrothed announcement in one of their hashira meetings, but every other hashira is trying to either convince force or kidnapped the reader into marrying them? This is due to y/n having the ability to heal others and kagaya wants more healers since no one has ever heard of such a power and the amount of slayers being killed. So in order to create more offsprings with this ability he sets up a betrothed that you and giyu agreed to. But the other hashira are jealous and want in on y/n’s whole future in the matter.

Healer’s Dilemma w/ Fem Reader | Yandere Demon Slayer

Kagaya wouldn’t forcefully marry you, even if that’s what someone in his position would do 

You born without his curse illness and with some miraculous ability to heal 

He’d rather not force you to hide your gift when you can help his other children or the world for that matter

But he knows how desirable you might be

Not only to Muzan as a link to Kagaya but to many who would intend to do exactly what you’d both hate most

Kagaya, your dearest Papa cares deeply for you

And he fights for your freedom 

Even if it leads you to find a different kind of love with someone else

“Papa I wish to marry Giyuu Tomioka, the Water Hashira.”

“...This is your decision my daughter?”

“Yes, Papa. I want to marry him more than anything!”

“I could never fight your earnesty…then I give my blessing.”

He knows about the others obsessions 

he doesn’t need to see it when he can feel it

Giyuu mentions the leave he’ll be taking at the next meeting

“Ah how unfortunate for (Y/n) to be married to a wet sack like Tomioka-san.”

“Tch sounds to me like ya knocked her up, to get that ring.”

“Sanemi!”

“Please everyone. Do not disrespect (Y/n)-sama.”

“S-sorry Tomioka.”

“...”

“Hah, but if that…requirement hasn’t been met then…if another did it’d surely nullify any other petty engagement…Right?”

“...”

“...”

“If any of you try anything I will decapitate you as I do demons. Don’t. Try. It.”

“Whoa so scary, Tomioka-san! Too bad no one was listening.”

It’ll be a collective effort to protect your engagement

It’d be even more interesting when the hashira soon realize just how determined you are to have your freedom

“My Papa let me choose. He promises to let me be free. I will not have any of you get in my way!”

[colourstreakgryffin]

Hii there hope ur booked busy blessed and beautiful rn ‼️‼️ can a get aaaaaaaaa yan! sanemi, shinobu, and senjuro (seperate btw) with a male!reader who has a personality like the coolest dude ever that is Monkey D Luffy?!? pretty please with a cherry on top with rainbow sprinkles on it and some chocolate syrup??

Oml! I love Luffy. The loveable doofus I wanna give a big hug! Our stretch babey boiii and his unbeatable iconic squad! Okay, no more Luffy stanning, let’s go!

Shinazugawa Sanemi

Sanemi is naturally attracted to optimism and with how much you laugh and smile, despite facing your worst enemies. He absolutely adores you, even from the beginning, he doesn’t want to let you go and that’s where his obsession grows

Sanemi is quite overprotective over you with your carefree nature and very bad sense of direction. You can easily get lost and never be found again, that’s why he clings into you intensely and never lets you out of his sight

Sanemi has paranoia over the fact you want to explore the grand world, concur the seas and is so deadset on becoming the royalty of adventurers. He pulls you away from the ocean and even ties your wrist to his, just so you can’t leave him and escape him. He won’t let you run away

Kocho Shinobu

Shinobu loves to feed in her delusions over you, as her obsession over your constant positive and hyper demeanour develops each day, she loves to imagine going out on boats with you and doing everything to help make your dream come true so you’ll fall in love with her

Shinobu cannot stand how simple-minded you come out as. You don’t acknowledge her maddening love for you and you just ignore her concerns, she doesn’t really blame you for this but she gets so annoyed that she knows she needs to watch you as often as she can

Shinobu simply adores your fearlessness, though you being in a bad situation scares her, she would never want you to lose your optimism and she will always do her best to protect you from everybody in this world, you will be with just her where she can make sure you’re okay and still smiling

Rengoku Senjuro

Senjuro struggles to keep up kindness and affection, ever since he lost Kyojuro, but when you come in. Happily chiming your full name and tipping your strawhat politely, he falls in love with you in a instant and he grows obsessed with you and your incredible personality. You’re just perfect to him and he doesn’t want you to go

Senjuro is very possessive over you that it’s insane, you have natural charisma and anybody could fall for you too in and try win you over. No, he won’t let that happen so he follows you around everywhere and he holds your hand firmly, pulling you away from each person. You don’t really notice it but it’s all going to plan in his mind

Senjuro idolises your compassion and the way you sympathise with him. You worry about him and the fantasy that you love him back, cooking up in his mind like he cooks massive meat legs for you at your wish, is coming to light. You must love him too! After all the time he takes to make all that food to satisfy your gluttony, you love his cooking? Right?