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ᴡɪᴛɴᴇss - Yoshikage Kira.

this has been a hiatus and a half, huh?

first of all, i'd like to apologise for the wait on this. and a couple of other requests that i've yet to do, but this in particular. because this is a good couple of months old and,, omg i can't believe it. i'm so so sorry

a lot has happened. college is back, unfortunately, and i've just been taking a lot of time to myself to avoid writer's block! as well as having wrote like 3000 words for this chapter and hating it all so then purging the vast majority of it to make it like twice as dark and gritty. kinda. still kinda iffy on most of it.

hope it's at least passable, and apologies that my long hiatus resulted in,, this.

anyways! here's wonderwall everyone's favourite hand fetishist!

series: jojo's bizarre adventure.

notes: yandere, choking, minor character death, general lack of niceness here.

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Work wasn't exactly stressful, but by god it was boring. Day in, day out; nine until five, nothing was ever different. Not that you'd expected anything different. It just came with the process of being an adult.

You almost snorted sardonically, thoughts wandering back to school. Back then, your head was full of dreams of grandeur, of something far better than some dead end job sat in an office, achieving nothing before death finally arrived. However those ideas were little more than delusions that would never be given the chance to develop to fruitation. Such were the realities of life, that childhood dreams very rarely were given the chance to become a reality. A truth. Something more than an unachievable, faroff pipe dream that could only be experienced through hard drugs or strange dreams that one would shrug off or forget by the time that a coffee is poured. Ah, speaking of, you could really do with one of those right now.

It was like he had read your mind, as per usual you'd found with him, as a cup of coffee exactly to your tastes had found its way onto your desk.

"Ah, thanks Mr. Kira."

You'd found yourself coming almost quite close with the man, despite him usually keeping to himself and separating home life from work. Well, as close as one could get to someone who seemed to distance himself from those who worked with him, anyway. In a way, you'd found it rather admirable. Some colleagues may have thought the same, or disregarded it entirely, with how they fawned over him. It was pretty gross to watch, but you tended to keep such thoughts to yourself. Life was easier that way, as less drama came from it.

Besides, you could see where they were coming from in a way. It was clear to anyone with functioning eyes that Yoshikage Kira was attractive, with immaculate taste that only seemed to compliment naturally good looks. Especially with his smile, which seemed so broad and genuine. You envied him in a way, with beautiful features and a smile that could make many a heart skip a beat.

Though you supposed that you were no exception.

Even now, after so many coffees brought to you and so many small sessions of idle chat, you could practically feel your cheeks redden as he spoke. Voice like honey and smooth as silk, with such a charming expression to match. You could only hope that your cheeks weren't as red as they were warm to the touch. As long as no one noticed, it would be fine. You feared you'd die of embarrassment if your little schoolgirl crush on your coworker was exposed, even at this stage in adulthood. It truly was a pathetic situation. Especially when you couldn't even dream of calling him by his first name else you'd immediately regret it from the sheer embarrassment it could bring upon yourself. Besides, no one called Yoshikage Kira by anything but his surname, seeing as he tended to keep to himself and no one was close enough to acceptably use his given name.

Then that smile emerged, and the revelation that your heart was not immune to the effects of his charm made itself known like a slap in the face. Oh, how the mighty do fall. Or how the pathetic fall further.

"You're welcome."

Just those two words, spoken like they were imbued with the very essence of charm itself, and he was gone. You almost sighed, whether from relief for your heart or some sort of wistful longing was beyond you. Perhaps it was even a combination of both, seeing as that would most likely be your only conversation with the man that day. Maybe even for the next couple of days.

That said, your cheeks felt like they were on fire. This interaction had been different, shockingly so, as there was something more than words there.

It was almost funny how things so quickly changed. From there you'd ended up in what felt like some sort of alternate dimension, as strange and silly as such a thing sounded.

"Don't kill me...! Please- please! I won't tell a soul, I swear!"

It was just a drunken night out; the first in a while and a chance to catch up with some old friends for the first time in a long while. Your separate careers had prevented you doing so for a good few months at the very least. And oh, how you'd wished it had been delayed for a few months longer. How nice it was to imagine how differently it could've all gone, to find comfort in the infinite possibilities of 'if', to seek shelter in it away from the harrowing present splayed out in front of you.

Or the lack of things splayed out in front of you, that is.

You were just a normal office worker who liked their morning coffees a little too much. This sort of strange, otherworldly phenomena were way beyond you. Was this some sort of dream? A sick joke that life had decided to play on you?

It was easy to believe that. Much too easy to fall into disbelief. And yet you couldn't do it, with your throat feeling like it was being constricted torturously slowly, closing in on itself little by little. Fraction of a millimetre by fraction of a millimetre. Tear ducts had long since dried up in your panic and sheer, unbridled fear. How useful they'd be now, adding any sliver of extra punch to your last resort: begging for your life from what you had believed to be your just-as-normal coworker.

His gaze was cold. Sharp as it seemed to pierce you completely, and only further convinced you that it was over. Useless to do anything but sit there on your just as useless, quaking legs and take the death he'd grant and hope to any and all forms of God that it'd be quick. Hell, maybe he'd just erase you completely. Like what had happened to the rest of your friends, drunkenly foolish in their suggestion to follow your coworker for the sole purpose of revealing your mundane, fruitless crush. How childish it was, and how unfathomably huge the consequences were. How what you'd stumbled in on, little more than a hand with no body in sight that he grasped so tightly onto, with a strange smell and thickness to the air. How quickly his head had snapped around as you'd all turned around the corner into the apartment's living area, bumbling and brainless as you'd almost literally stumbled upon such a horrifying sight.

The screams bounced around your head, echoing off each wall of your brain and skull and everything. Vibrating and reverberating through your skeleton, before crashing to a sudden, incomplete halting.

"You weren't meant to be here."

His voice was smooth as always, icy as it never was. You would've described it as uncharacteristically so, if you weren't so firm in your realisation that the Yoshikage Kira that you'd known was little more than a façade for this...

Whatever this was in front of you.

His eyebrows furrowed, perfectly groomed in their shape like every other immaculate thing about him, and you briefly wondered why he hadn't spoken about his obvious displeasure. You would've asked if you could, but the heaving movements of your body quickly told you the reason why.

You were laughing.

"Don't you think," and, as if you weren't already convinced your grave had been dug there and then, you decided to pipe up with your foreign, cracking and hoarse voice, "that I'd love to be anywhere but here, too? You think we followed you asking to..."

Asking to what? To continue that question, rhetorical or not, it'd require you to have an ounce of knowledge as to what was going on. You didn't even have a fraction of a fraction of a clue. And so, hysterical laughter finally grinding to a slow and weak halt, just like the rest of you, you abandoned that train of thought and speech completely.

"Just get it over with."

He was still silent, as if listening to the heightening of pride and lack of fear many humans seemed to have when realising that death at the hands of another was inescapable.

"I mean-" it wasn't even a laugh, more of a dry and desperate huff than anything else, "what are you even waiting for? I bet you're enjoying this, aren't you, you disgusting fuckin--"

Then you were cut off, a force akin to a truck at full speed crashing into your neck and

tightening

its

hold.

The prior panic and fear reared its head again in full force, limbs thrashing and clawing at thin air. You could feel the imprints of ghostly fingers around your neck, silently gasping in a greedy attempt for air and out of groundless shock as they pushed and slammed your already disoriented, powerless form into a wall and pinning you there. It was confusion, panic panic panic panic as you continued to struggle.

Air came just after the darkness threatened to invade, and your aching lungs welcomed it with open arms.

Whatever invisible, untouchable hand had grasped your neck was still present, if the grooves threatening to choke you within an inch of your life again were anything to go by.

"Now, now, now," he'd said, moving closer. Each step seemed to bring the already very present threat of immediate death closer, as if even one step into his shadow could wipe someone off the face of the Earth without a trace nor second glance. And, at this point, you'd believe it.

His mouth was moving, words spoken but drowned out by endless roars and waves of deafening white noise. You had to crane your neck to look at his face, and the hand around your throat used its thumb (? did it have a thumb? you didn't know, and didn't care to know at that point) to do so after noticing your lack of effort to do so. His eyes were daggers, and lip curled in disapproval.

You were looking at him, but all you could see were your friends becoming less than dust.

How their eyes, dull and lifeless, blamed you wordlessly with oceans of contempt. It was your fault for not stopping them, for having such feelings for such a monster. Even if you didn't know; you must've known! It was impossible for you not to notice something so inhumane lurking under that mask of pleasant smiles and warm small talk.

Even sharper than his gaze was the pain in your scalp as he wrenched your head to the side. When had he kneeled down? You weren't aware; you weren't present. But you were. Were you? Through his staring, you could see their tears and the unclosed eyes, wide and frozen in time. Doomed to shock and fear for an eternity.

"It'd be wise for you to start listening." They screamed at you, for you. To join them, that you would join them. To run, to lie down and just let him off you already. To scream for help, as if anyone who'd have offered help in the first place wouldn't have come running by now.

"What's the point?"

You were still snappy, it seemed. As if begging him to send you to meet your friends. Maybe you were. It would probably be better than teetering on the line of panic and terrifying calmness, seesawing between them with too much ease and swiftness.

"This is why you should've been listening."

He released your hair, cool and unsettlingly neutral eyes wandering to one of your hands. They were lay by your side now, having given up on your struggling some time ago. You didn't struggle when he picked one up, either, cradling it and rubbing soft circles into it. There was no reaction from you. Just apathy, letting him continue as he liked. It was easier that way, and would bring a less painful fate.

"It seems your manners need some work," neither of you were sure if you were even listening anymore. You doubted he even cared either way, with the way he tended to your appendage, "but there's time. We can improve it, can't we?"

Surely not.

Absolutely not.

If he was meaning what you thought he was meaning, you suddenly found that death seemed much more favourable. Desirable, even, rather than a resignation of yours.

"Don't stare so dumbly."

Yoshikage was quick to chide you there, and even quicker to strike you not-too-gently upside your head. Not quite enough to black you out, but definitely enough to daze you for a good while. Not that it mattered too much if you weren't fully unconscious; your chance of escaping was incredibly slim to none even if you did know the way. After all, Yoshikage's routine was perfect. Always followed meticulously. All he needed to do to make sure you didn't wander was to slot you in there as well.

Your hands weren't the most beautiful. Definitely not when compared to prior girlfriends of his, but (strangely enough) they weren't his main focus for once. It was everything else, too, from the curve of your smile to the lightening up of your eyes, to the way you styled your hair and the scent of your perfume. A combination of the small, meticulously analysed details that made you... you. And this strange fascination made you one of a kind. Dangerous, really, yet he couldn't yet bring himself to be rid of you.

Maybe one day. It would be easier to continue living that way, without you to confuse him so after a lifetime of being certain about everything he'd done. Having planned his whole life, only for you to upset it all and throw off the delicate balance.

He'd make it work. Until the day he could bring himself to rid himself of you, you'd stay no matter what. Even moreso after what you'd witnessed, after you saw what he hadn't planned you to.

Though you won't be seeing much of anything anymore, really. Three rooms maximum don't really offer much in terms of variation in sights.

#yandere #yandere kira #yandere x reader #yandere yoshikage kira #yandere jjba #yandere jjba x reader #x reader #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure

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amazing writing!! a v v good read, highly recommend :0

Fallen From Grace. Yan Giorno x Reader [COMM]

Giorno has given you too many gifts to count.

This benevolent act serves multiple purposes, culminating towards the goal of making your time here better. He doesn’t shy away from the reality of what he’s doing to you, the extent of your loneliness after being displaced. Forcing himself to remember this bitter truth keeps him from getting complacent, striving to make your experience all the better.

No detail is to be overlooked. In what little free time Giorno has, he molds your surroundings to your liking. The meals that are planned for you consist of high nutritional value, often rotating your favorites with only the best ingredients and chefs to prepare them. Your wardrobe is full of outfits tailored to your measurements and tastes. Rare and ethereal flowers span across the master bedroom you share with Giorno, him creating them with the purpose of soothing you.

For all this effort, Giorno never has an expectation for your gratitude. He doesn’t believe he deserves it, having stolen you from your normal life. He’s the reason for the tear soaked pillows, the restless nights and detached demeanor you’ve adopted. Whether it’s to ease the guilt that suffocates his heart, or to see your eyes light up for only a moment, Giorno tends to you.

This custom, handmade journal is one he gave you at the start of your time here. With you receiving limited human interaction, Giorno found it important for you to have a way to express your thoughts. While you were initially antagonistic towards him about the journal, you began to use it. He lets you hide it from him, letting you believe it’s out of his reach for peace of mind.

Ironic as it may sound, Giorno respected you by never laying a finger on it. The overwhelming temptation of learning his beloved’s most inner thoughts isn’t lost on him. He could read it and place it back to its original spot without you being none the wiser. For months, he made a point in refusing this alluring idea.

That is, until this very second.

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i'll probably be using this,, quite a lot,,,

Daydreams’ Masterlists

Because I was only smart enough to start titling my pieces four-thousand posts in, I’ll be using two lists to separate between old and current pieces! Consider this the masterlist to the masterlists, if you will.

Masterlist I

Masterlist II

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ꜱᴀꜰᴇ - Hajime Hinata

hajime is the best dr protag don’t @ me

also i have a test tomorrow and the teacher just won’t email me back to tell me when it actually is?? so that’s gonna be fun

on a positive note, i have raymond on acnh :D

series: danganronpa (2)

notes: angst, spoilers for sdr2.

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This wasn't meant to happen. Nothing about what was happening was meant to happen- nothing that had happened was meant to happen. Everything felt wrong. So wrong that it felt sickening, suffocating. The one thing that was meant to go right, to fix everything they've all been through, was making the whole thing collapse.

That was how Hajime saw it, anyway. And nothing would change that for him.

It hadn't been easy, to accept that Chiaki was never coming back. It hadn't been easier for any of them. For someone so quiet and initially withdrawn, she knew how to bring people together and get them all through that mess. Well, the AI that modelled her did, anyway. It was difficult to remember now, after all this time of brainwashing and killing and suffering, if those lines of code were even remotely close to her actual personality.

But it was even harder to sit there waiting for something, anything, that would show that you were still alive. That you weren't lost somewhere far out of reach, where Hajime couldn't follow.

Why had it been you? Why had you been the anomaly- the one out of sixteen that hadn't woken up? It wasn't like Hajime was wishing that someone else had taken your place, because that was the last thing that you'd have wanted, but that didn't stop the questions flooding his mind. Just when they'd managed to escape that despairing situation- just when he'd been so hopeful to finally see your face again, this had to have happened. It was as if fate was determined to trip you up at each opportunity, from your untimely demise in the killing game (he could remember the sheer horror on your face then perfectly, as if it was imprinted into his mind) to your late awakening here and now.

At least, he hoped it would be late. After all, it's better late than never. Hajime wasn't quite sure how he'd cope should it turn out to be the latter, as even the former seemed to be sending him spiralling into the depths of despair that he thought he'd already escaped from.

He wondered if you were at peace, lay there with such a relaxed expression. He wondered if you were dreaming- and what of, if that was the case. He hoped you were. It was much nicer to believe that you were dreaming than that you were lost, somewhere that Hajime couldn't find or help you. To think that you may be suffering was unbearable for him, but he just couldn't stop thinking. Even when he tried to think of something more positive (not that it took much to imagine something more positive than the sight of you lay there like the dead), his mind would always doubt and question and run away with him back to the same old negativity that he just wanted to shake off for once in his life. You didn't deserve to be thought about in such a way. Not as you lay there, seemingly oblivious to the world around you. Oblivious to his world that just seemed to crumble without your presence there to reassure him that it would all be okay; that you were all safe now, and nothing was going to hurt you all again. Not like you'd all been hurt before, not too long ago in the past.

There was nothing he wanted to do more than to open that pod and grasp your hand with his, to hold it gently and hope that you could feel him beside you. That it would help you come back to the here and now, where everyone was waiting for you. Where you could all run amok and party and keep to yourselves, away from the world that hurt you all and that you all hurt. He wanted you to come back more than anything, so that you could both heal together. So that you could all heal together. Because how could anyone heal when there was still someone missing from amongst them; someone who cared for them and who they cared for, but wasn't in a position to give or receive any help.

You were alone; there was nothing he could do about it but stay beside you and pray. And pray he did. Every free moment he had, he seemed to pray for you, for you to be safe and recovering, even if he wasn't really one for prayer or religion. He didn't see how he could be one for religion, with the hell they'd lived through. But if it was for you, Hajime couldn't help but think that he'd be able to do anything.

Just as long as you'd continue to smile like you always did, with that grin that seemed to light up the whole galaxy and laugh that couldn't help but make his heart race. Every time he'd try and recall it the best he could, he couldn't quite put his finger on how exactly it sounded. But sounds even remotely close to it made his heart ache, and even if the sound itself evaded him, the love he held for it remained as vivid as daylight after a long winter storm.

#sdr2 hajime #hajime hinata x reader #x reader #danganronpa #sdr2 #danganronpa x reader #hajime x reader #hinata x reader

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ᴡɪɴ - Tooru Oikawa

just a rewrite of a pretty old fic i did that i disliked for a long time,, not as long but i think it’s a small price to pay for better writing. my old one draggedddd lmao

series: haikyuu!!

notes: yandere themes.

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Why were you even there? Where was the appeal in the bright, searing lights? In the screaming of the audience that seemed to shake the very foundation of your bones with the sheer noise of it all? You never did quite understand why you were there; a faceless nobody amongst a sea of faceless nobodies all competing to see who could shout loudest. As if that would earn them endless respect and fulfil every dream they'd ever had.

However, as the ball flew into the air for the first time in that game, it all clicked. You knew why you were there. Maybe you weren't the most passionate volleyball fan in the world, but you'd be his most passionate fan. Plus you'd have to be three times as passionate as usual, seeing as your parents were unable to make it.

You almost groaned at the effort before rising to your feet, leaning against the metal railings as you cupped your hands around your mouth, almost hoping- begging- that he could miraculously hear you over the roaring sea of your school around you, even if it would cause endless embarrassment,

"Go on, Wakatoshi!"

However, despite how much you tried to compete with the booming and sheer vocal power of Shiratorizawa, the only acknowledgement you noticed that you got was off a teacher nearby. The scowl alone that lay on their face said it all: sit down and shut up. And, disheartened, you complied. Not without being a little stroppy, however, in the way that you cupped your face in your hands and visibly pouted.

It all began to feel a bit too much at the moment. Perhaps it was a little selfish of you to hope that your emotionally stunted mess of a brother would notice you trying to support him and be a little thankful for it. Or to even give you any positive attention at all, like regular older brothers did every so often- or even tease you and mess around, for crying out loud! That's what your friends' brothers did. Even being a pain in the backside was better than being like acquaintances, and sometimes you couldn't help but doubt if you were even considered that. You could barely remember the last proper conversation you'd had before yesterday, in which he'd tried to stop you coming to today's game for some reason he didn't explain.

It must've been stupid, you thought sourly, it's not like he comes up with anything valuable, anyway. Unless it was related to volleyball, Wakatoshi was as much use in conversation as a brick. And even when it was related to volleyball, he wasn't exactly the most riveting conversationalist.

Still, something seemed a little off to you. Maybe it was the look in his eye as he tried to talk you down from trying to act like siblings for once, the hardness as he spoke so harshly with such unnecessarily cold words. He probably didn't mean it, you knew how blunt and socially inept he was like the back of your hand, but that didn't stop the sting. He'd never been so adamant when you'd suggested it before, only brushing it off nonchalantly, but you just couldn't figure out why it was the case with today's game.

After all, it was just another win against Aoba Johsai. No big deal, really. Just another effortless, total win that pretty much everyone could see coming. Sometimes you wondered why they even tried, really, and how they could end up looking so downtrodden by the end of each match; surely they were aware that they'd just keep losing unless they had some sort of miracle, right? It was like they never seemed to learn.

You pursed your lips at that train of thought, furrowing your eyebrows slightly as you did so. Though you soon stopped upon realising that you were doing such things, blinking before rising from your seat to collect your things. You'd have to hang around for a while afterwards for your brother, anyway, if you wanted to get home, and so felt to need to rush out of there like a bat out of hell.

That was what you'd originally thought. But when you looked back onto the court to see the players leaving from their lines, you found a pair of brown eyes burrowing right into you. Intense and swirling with an emotion you couldn't quite describe. Or perhaps didn't want to, for the mere idea of thinking or looking into that gaze for any longer was not the most enticing. In fact, the moment you'd registered such a stare, you soon whipped your head in another direction. Even then it didn't seem like it was enough; you could feel his eyes lingering still upon you, until it began to suffocate you.

Never before did you think that you'd end up fleeing a room from the stare of the Seijoh captain.

From the moment you escaped the room, rushed and worried, the intensity left immediately. It was like it was never there, more of a pipe dream than reality, though the rational part of your mind (you were always so grateful for its existence) frantically insisted otherwise. Jokingly, you couldn't help but mentally note that for a boy with such soft, boyishly handsome features, he could certainly be quite intimidating. Especially with a gaze like that.

Perhaps if you didn't look away at the moment that you did, you'd be stuck in those eyes until he deemed that it was time to stop. You knew that a couple of your friends probably wouldn't have minded that, and some part of you wondered if you'd have minded that either, with such dreamy eyes. It was quite cringey, yes, but you couldn't help it! Anyone with eyes could see that he was way too attractive for his own good.

"You're Ushiwaka's sister, right?" You were ripped from your thoughts suddenly, and very nearly let out an unholy screech at the suddenness of it. However upon realising who you were talking to, you were exceptionally glad that you didn't do such a thing. To embarrass yourself in front of Tooru Oikawa was many a girl's worst nightmare, and you were darned if you were to live out such a moment.

Still, that didn't stop the feeling that your heart was going to burst out of your chest, and so you rested a hand upon it and let out a dramatic sigh, "You almost gave me a heart attack... but yeah, that'd be me."

Tooru chuckled at that, all sweet sounds and cheeky grins, "I'm very sorry to hear that! It'd be so unfair for such a lovely girl like yourself to fall so untimely... I don't know how I'd live with myself."

As unflattering as it was, you practically barked with laughter at his display of dramatic flair. Though you could have very easily been imagining it through the sheer humiliation of such a sound leaving you, you could have sworn that you saw his smile brighten just a little bit more, "Oh, please! Don't tell me- you say that to every girl, don't you?"

"I do not!" He seemed almost offended, gasping as he laid a hand upon his own heart, "Oh, how you have wounded me so! I fear I will never recover!"

Again, you laughed at his little act, almost flattered that he was even bothering to spend time and joke with you. After all, you were the sister of his volleyball nemesis at this point, having seen him lose to your brother's team again and again and again. You pitied him, really, because he was just so clearly talented. It was just that your brother's team was better.

For a moment, you debated on responding with a 'I'd soon be following if your fanclub found out' or something similar, but you feared that it was a bit too snarky for someone that you couldn't even recall properly conversing with in the past. And so, instead, you stuck with words that were more tame and less likely to land you in hot water with anyone like your snide remarks could so often do.

"Oh, spare me!" Then a pause, in which you chuckled politely, "So, is there anything you need from me, Oikawa?"

As soon as you spoke his name, his ears and cheeks seemed to be tinted with a pale shade of pink. It was a pretty colour, and even prettier on him. Though that's probably to be expected, really. You doubted anything couldn't look pretty on him, to tell the truth.

"Oh, you know my name? I'm flattered!" As if any of you expected you not to know his name, but Tooru was nothing if not sly, "Well, I should probably get straight to the point, shouldn't I?"

It was rhetorical, and you knew it, and so waited patiently for him to continue. When he raised a hand to the back of his neck, rubbing rather timidly and (purposefully) seeming to avoid your eyes, you began to get a little confused. You couldn't help but wonder what exactly he was waiting for, or what exactly he wanted to tell you. It struck you as a little odd, really; Tooru was known for being talkative and extroverted and everything but timid and shy, yet the Tooru before you was very much appearing to be the latter two things.

"Ah... this is harder than I thought," he muttered, barely audible enough for you to catch fragments of what he said.

"I'm sorry?" Your eyebrows knitted together, creasing the space between them slightly in concern.

"It's nothing!" He waved his hands in front of him, though quickly continued, "I was just wondering if you were free this weekend!"

You blinked. Then again. And even then, what he was saying didn't seem to sink in at all. Even he caught onto this, and though he was frustrated at it, he hid it seamlessly behind a bright smile and soft words.

"Y'know, to get coffee or something? It's just... I've liked you for a while, but never actually got the chance to talk with you before. So I-"

"The bus is here." There was a deep voice from behind you, cutting through your conversation effortlessly and without a hint of common decency. To be fair, if your brother had a hint of common decency then he would have waited for your conversation to be over or at least not interrupt anyone. But there was nothing to be done now, so you merely groaned internally as you waved him off with a, "I'll be there in a sec."

When you turned back to excuse yourself, you couldn't help but start at the daggers Tooru was glaring into Wakatoshi's back. If looks could kill, then he'd probably be six feet under by now.

But when you blinked, it was gone without a trace. You couldn't tell whether it was an effort to soothe yourself or not, but you couldn't help but wonder if you'd imagined it; if a look so ugly could ever have been on a face as pretty as Tooru's in the first place.

"Well, I should probably get going," you'd started with after a few moments of insufferable silence, gathering yourself and smoothing out imaginary creases in your prestigious school blazer, giving your skirt the same treatment after. A few steps down the hallway and away from Tooru later, you briefly turned on your heel to comment, "Sunday works for me!"

You were surprised that you didn't go blind from the bright, beaming smile on his face then. It was like he'd just won his way through Nationals, or something, and you wondered if he even remembered how badly his team lost that day. Though perhaps it was better if he forgot that for a little bit.

After all, you'd all but forgotten that intense stare that had been following you every free moment of the match.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oikawa tooru x reader #yandere oikawa #oikawa tooru #yandere haikyuu #yandere haikyuu x reader #x reader

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hi!! can i request giyuu x pillar reader where the two get caught having sex or making out? thank you!!

bro i haven’t written a sex scene in >2 years when i had even less of a clue on how it goes down than i do now.

and i have like half a clue now.

anyways! sorry if it’s a bit eh, i also haven’t written more than one thing in a solid couple of months (don’t quote me on that; idk the specifics). so this is most likely gonna be a solid mess, but it’s all about the learning process, y’know?

series: kimetsu no yaiba/ demon slayer.

notes: nsfw. that’s it, i guess.

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“Oh...” it was almost a croon, a half-assed attempt at stifling any louder sounds that may escape past your lips in such an intimate moment. Though your lover was never louder than the odd grunt or groan even in such an act, the slapping of skin against skin felt almost suffocating with guilt; how could one possibly justify having sex in someone else’s home? It felt like such a violation of trust, really.

However, the sensation- the fear of possibly getting caught in such a position by someone kind enough to open their house to you- perhaps only made it harder to stay so quiet. One could only be so quiet when every nerve felt as if it would set alight at any moment, one movement away from going haywire.

“Giyuu, fuck...!” He was unwavering, really, with his ministrations and barely seemed to care about what could come out of this when caught. Though the look he gave you from moaning his name in such a way was so close to making you think the same way.

Giyuu looked away, and you felt almost inclined to heave a sigh. His eyes had a certain irresistible depth to them that his words usually lacked (that is, when he did actually speak) and the smouldering heat lying in them was one that would most likely be imprinted on your mind for a good few days after.

You could feel him- cool and collected as ever as he mouthed rather messily at your neck; hands groping at every bit of skin they could find, even though they’d traced that area countless times previously; his dick grinding against the very core of your being, gentle as he could possibly be in that moment.

However, as pleasureful as his movements were, you craved more- you needed more with every fibre of your being. And so, albeit with a huff, you kicked him off and onto his back, staring down at him rather smugly as you did so. Perhaps even more satisfying than the sex itself- even moreso than that familiar and comforting warmth pooling in your stomach as you lowered yourself onto his cock- was the shocked expression and grunt that had came from him when you did so. Not that it lasted long, though (much to your momentary chagrin).

After waiting a moment for the slight discomfort at the stretch to subside, you began to move then, lifting yourself up and practically letting yourself fall back down again. This was repeated, the pleasure only growing and growing as you did so and almost swallowing you whole as you did so. In some attempt to muffle the sounds that so desperately wanted to escape from your throat and essentially let the whole estate know what you two was doing, you pressed your lips against his with every ounce of passion you could muster up, letting those moans and gasps leave your mouth into his. He groaned as he kissed back, hungry, and with just as much passion and care you had given him. In the act of such fervour, you’d essentially forgotten about moving you hips at all, only prompting Giyuu to take you by the hips and... help you along, to put it one way.

“Having fun there?”

The shriek you emitted was ungodly by all means, to say the least. Immediately, you scrambled to cover yourself in someway that looked at least the tiniest bit decent, though you knew fully well that nothing could save you from this situation right now. Even Giyuu was no use; even behind his neutral face, he was extremely flustered as well, as seen by how he practically threw himself off the bed to hide himself from the worst person to possibly walk in on the pair of you.

The aforementioned person giggled, just as sweetly taunting as she could ever be when it came to messing with Giyuu,

“I did knock, you know. Though I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that you didn’t hear me; the first time is very important, isn’t it Giyuu?”

“This isn’t our first time,” it was like he wasn’t ashamed in any way upon admitting such a thing, with how quickly he responded and how flat he voice was. However if the fact that he was still trying his best to be out of her line of sight was anything to go by, he was loathing the next time he had to speak to anyone that both he and Shinobu were at least acquainted to. And to be perfectly honest, so were you.

Shinobu did look rather surprised at that, blinking once, twice, before commenting as slyly as ever, “Really now? I do pity you. If you ever need a good time-”

You launched a nearby pillow at her, hoping it would shut her up before she could continue, and felt a thousand years of stress leave your shoulders when it did. These two were perfectly fine to deal with separately, but it was a whole mess when they happened to be together.

It was no surprise that she caught it, gracefully and effortlessly as ever, and threw it back on the bed delicately with a laugh,

“Well, I’ll leave you two to it then. If Giyuu can manage to get it up again, that is. Ciao!”

If she hadn’t left as swiftly as she did, she would have definitely been getting another pillow for that comment. Even thinking about it brought a wave of extreme embarrassment that didn’t seem like it would be vanishing any time soon. It was almost impossible not to think about it, though, and you groaned at this entire situation. You wouldn’t even be able to look your fellow Pillars in the eyes for the rest of the year (if not longer) from now on.

You leaned to the side, resting against Giyuu’s shoulder from your position on the floor, heaving yet another sigh.

It was silent for about a minute after she had left, heavy and awkward and you weren’t quite sure how to get rid of such an atmosphere. So, as awkward as it was, you looked upwards at him to stare him straight in the eyes, hesitating for a second or two before speaking:

“So, uh... you wanna continue or?”

#giyuu x reader #giyuu tomioka x reader #tomioka giyu x reader #giyu tomioka x reader #giyu x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #Kimetsu no Yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kny #kny x reader #smut

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ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ - Sakamaki brothers

request summary: songfic of “come little children” with parental maid reader and yandere sakamakis. karlheinz is an asshole, like usual, and stuff happens.

series: diabolik lovers.

notes: yandere (meant to be platonic but idk if i succeeded), heavily implied violence.

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"Come little children,

I'll take thee away

into a land of enchantment."

There was no land of enchantment on this green Earth. Not for the Sakamaki brothers; such a thing had never existed for the entirety of their long existence. This had been a fact that they'd had to face from an early age. There was no land of enchantment that their mothers' nor father would let them escape to, and the latter would not let them do so for as long as he drew breath.

Or not, considering they were vampires and all, but you get the gist.

Even so, that didn't stop them listening to her stories that she spun, the songs that drifted from her lips like a cool breeze on a stifling summer's day. Even Kanato, who was ever so difficult to please and temperamental as a day's long, seemed to ease into a calm, placid state of being whenever she made the slightest of noises. Ayato wouldn't interrupt, Subaru wouldn't fly into a white-hot rage and Shuu would even pay attention. It was as if each word was akin to the Holy Grail, from the way that no one could pry their attention from her as she started to speak.

No matter how much they aged or how horrible they became, they would still go at her beck and call to listen to her. They would still beg for her lullabies before she left for other duties, and sometimes in between. And no matter when or where they asked, she would always comply.

It was perhaps the only time that the boys were docile.

"Come little children,

the time's come to play

here in my garden of shadows."

Even with their father, on the very rare occasions that he visited, they were hardly docile. Barely even scraping polite, with acid words and sneering faces. Apart from Reiji, ever the model son, determined to leave the others hiding in his shadow of prestige. Always polite, pristine and perfect. She marvelled at it, really, and would often remark that he was one-upping her, the actual servant. It was never his intent to one-up her, though he one-upped everyone, really, so it was hard to make an exception to her.

The boys' father did not expect to see those he brought up broken to act so cordially with another, not making a move to harm nor threaten her in the slightest. She did not look uncomfortable in the slightest, either. It was a surprise, really, considering how they acted with everyone else around them. To think that they would treat some low-ranked, rather weak demon with a higher level of respect than the literal king of demons was certainly not to be expected by any means.

Though, in a way, it was a pleasant surprise. Not that Karlheinz finds many surprises unpleasant. In fact, he can hardy tell the difference; if he finds something unpleasant than he'll either fix it or throw it away. Fortunately for her, he did not find this unpleasant.

Unfortunately, he found it intriguing.

"Follow sweet children,

I'll show thee the way

through all the pain and sorrows."

With intrigue naturally came experimentation. He had a hypothesis to test, and would observe the results accordingly. It took little planning (Karlheinz has little reason for thoroughly planning every little thing) until he put everything into action. And he did so swiftly, with little time wasted.

They hadn't noticed at first; she could guess how they'd react, and so covered up the evidence of what he'd done immediately. However he noticed just as quickly as she'd hid them, and so made it much more obvious. Evidence appeared in places she could not hide, and so had to wear them on display to those who cared for her most.

It went about as well as one could expect, really, with Subaru's temper flaring most of all. All of their tempers rose, really, though the youngest's was the most volatile and obvious through his destruction of the house. Kanato became eerily silent, perhaps more eerie than he usually was; Ayato shared many of Subaru's traits of anger, though without as much as the destructive nature; Reiji and Shuu were difficult to read, with both of them going silent and putting on a neutrally silent (though Shuu was normally of very few words) facade; Laito tried to keep up his cheery and playful act, though his voice subconsciously lost the lilt that it often had.

"Weep not, poor children,

life is this way,

murdering beauty and passion."

When they stood, obviously heading to leave the room, she stopped them at once. For once her words didn't seem to hold weight with these boys, and so she had to physically block them from doing something they may have regretted. No matter how much they asked- demanded- her to move, she did not move a muscle. She did not forget her place as a servant to their family, however she would not allow them to get themselves hurt. However she didn't phrase it that way, lest it only breed more anger and fury; as she was bound to obey their father above all, she could not allow him to be hurt. Though they certainly weren't the happiest with that, they had little choice but to listen, as it was obvious that she would not move until they had all calmed down.

If their reason had left them, then she would step back in to provide such a voice. As she often had done, when their mothers had not. She did not blame them, with what had been inflicted upon them, however she often stepped in for them when they shirked all motherly duties. And such a thing happened much more frequently than she was fond of thinking about.

But there was no way that they could step in now to act as mothers. Unless they had a way of bringing themselves back from ancient graves. And even then, Cordelia had no chance of returning. Not in this moment.

Not that such a thing was necessarily a bad thing, really, but a little help would have been appreciated. Especially when the silence was this thick, this heavy and ominous, rolling in like fog that showed no signs of clearing up anytime soon.

That said, she managed to get them all to sit down once more, even if they were disgruntled with the mere thought of being that close with one another. It was a sad sight to see, considering how they could have easily been so close. However there was no point in dwelling on such a thing.

"Hush now, dear children,

it must be this way,

too weary of life and deceptions."

They were at breaking point to just rush out and find their father. It was visible, from their tense postures and impatient faces. They were easier to read for her than they thought they were. If it wasn't for the situation at hand, she was sure that she'd have found it rather amusing. But this was not a time for amusements, or playing games or acting like children. She knew that as well as they did.

And so, instead of trying to reason with them when she knew such a thing was futile, she began to hum instead. They would not listen to her words on the subject; they would listen to no one's words on the subject. For they were certain that they knew best. Not to mention their obvious anger, which would make them even more unreasonable than their rash behaviour already made them.

So instead, perhaps a distraction would prove more useful. It would delay the- most likely messy- resolution of this situation, and would also give them a chance to letter their anger simmer into something more manageable. Something that would let their heads clear more easily, and let them make proper judgement that isn't drove by blind rage.

"Rest now, my children,

for soon we'll away

into the calm and the quiet."

Vampires don't need sleep. This is a rather well-known fact amongst those which are aware of their existence. That isn't to say that they don't sleep, however, and the maid's lullabies often lulled them into a sleepy state. Often it was unintentional, considering they'd ask her sometimes in the middle of the night, when they are meant to be most active. This time it was not. If they fell asleep then she'd probably have a few more hours in which they could (hopefully) calm down. Or she'd have to try and hold them back to cool off again in a few hours.

She felt bad in a way, having manipulated them in a way for them to sleep. So, as she left the room, she decided to try to make it up to them later in the best way that she could.

It was a lovely sight that she had to leave behind, with the boys resting on each other as they slept. That said, it wasn't as peaceful as it looked with Ayato's snoring. Even as she shut the door and continued down the hall to do other tasks, it never relented.

Barely ten minutes later, they were all on their feet.

"Come little children,

I'll take thee away

into a land of enchantment."

There was no land of enchantment, not in this prison of ground, sea and sky. Not in this cell where they were born and raised. Not while their father continued to mess with anyone whenever he saw fit.

He'd made the mistake, really; he'd brought this whole thing upon himself. If he wanted death so badly, then they saw it fit to deliver. After all, it's what he wanted, no? Their father had seen how much they cared for and appreciated the maid, and took it upon himself to injure her on a whim. To see how they'd all react as he looked upon them like one would an insect.

No matter what they'd had to endure at his hands, they had never directly lashed out upon him before. After all, he was anything but forgiving. Breaking a vase landed you in the middle of the ocean, so the risks were definitely quite high, to say the least. But that didn't bother them. At least not in this moment of white-hot rage that disallowed them from thinking properly.

Besides, if they were to die then there wouldn't be reason to harm her anymore, would there?

It was unlikely that they'd die, considering that their purpose had not yet been fulfilled. However it brought some twisted sense of comfort to them, so that they could fight their all with no regrets.

"Come little children,

the time's come to play

here in my garden of shadows."

#yandere x reader #yandere diabolik lovers #platonic yandere #diabolik lovers x reader #sakamaki brothers x reader #yandere laito #yandere ayato #yandere kanato #yandere reiji #yandere shu #yandere shuu #yandere subaru #i cannot be bothered with the rest rn

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ᴛᴇᴀꜱᴇ - Laito Sakamaki

request info: succubus reader plays around with laito and makes him jealous on purpose.

they wanted her to become his girlfriend but i couldn't find a way to fit it in without the conversation looking kinda weird. and i also didn't write the scene where they did the devil's tango because this was on quotev and we gotta be family friendly pg clean over there.

i’m just posting the two things i did for dialovers bc i have nothing else to post atm,, after i finish the last request in my inbox i might write something self-indulgent... haven’t done that in a while so hmm

series: diabolik lovers.

notes: probably ooc laito, female reader, slight yandere, heavily implied nsfw (under the cut!!).

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There was interest sparked from the moment they met eyes. Well, perhaps interest wasn't the correct word for it. Not for someone like Laito Sakamaki. To be truthful, he wasn't truly very interested with many people. Not when it was exceptionally easy to get what he wanted from them before he could move onto another of his victims.

For a short while, she seemed just as simple and easy as the rest of the people he'd bedded. Flirting back easily, smiling coyly as she did so. It was a telltale sign of interest, wasn't it? Many responded to him in that way, and from then on didn't seem to hold interest in anyone else. Only him, such a reaction born from minimal effort on his part.

What he wasn't expecting was for her to show others the same treatment with such ease, giggling along to lame jokes and getting very touchy as she did so. Everyone she seemed to interact with appeared to fall apart at the seams, heeding to her every beck and call very soon after. Seeing such a thing was strange to him, perhaps as he was not used to seeing someone else have such an effect over people. People that he was so used to controlling with the slightest lilt to his voice, the upturn of his lips having them fawning over him in an instant.

He found himself competing with her, silently declaring a war over the attention of their schoolmates. But no matter his determination that he would not lose- pride in that charm of his- he found himself losing every battle. The smallest input into a conversation from her would drive people insane with glee, the smallest of smiles raising people's moods for the entire day. Laito truly couldn't fathom how she could possibly do it, really.

For a moment he had deliberated that it may have been simply natural charm. That she simply wasn't aware of her effect on others, and had no idea that he was competing with her in the first place. However that was all very obviously disproved from the smug look in her eyes when she knew no one but him was looking. It was gone in a second, as someone had turned to talk to her once more, but there was no question that it had been there.

It seemed he'd have to up his game.

Rather than playing it tame with his ploys to steal the attention from her, he began to explore different tactics. Instead of outright fighting for attention (though no one seemed to notice that they were fighting for it), he started to use rather underhanded moves. Seducing more and more people than he'd done before, intimidating those that still stood by her, sometimes even going so far as to blackmail them. He was determined to be at the top of the food chain again, being the one that people thought of all day every day. Laito never really appreciated it, and chances were that he still wouldn't even after all of this. What he was appreciating was the entertainment- the challenge- that came from it.

What he would appreciate more is seeing her gradually break down because of it. Because of him. He was striving to reach a point where no one would even look at her, lest they risk his fury. But he'd still hold a hand out to her, to take her in and break her beyond repair, all under the guise of sympathy. Even just thinking about it got his nonexistent heart racing; her face, beautiful without a doubt, with reddened cheeks and puffy eyes that couldn't even cry any more than they had already. Those eyes, so vibrant and rich in their colour, filled with such despair and agony because of him. Though he couldn't decide if he wanted to show her off in such a state or keep her all to himself.

"What are you playing at, Mister Sakamaki?" Speak of the devil, and she may appear. Indeed, as he turned, he caught sight of you. Not that he needed to turn and face you, really, especially not with a look of confusion so feigned and practised upon his face. Yet he did so anyway, and internally delighted in seeing her.

He continued to play the innocently confused, answering: "Whatsoever do you mean?"

Though she was an exceptional actress, some of the irritation seeped through the cracks in her façade and tainted the usually affable tone in her voice as well as the sense of enchantment that lived in her eyes. She was visibly unimpressed by his faux guiltlessness, eyebrows furrowing just enough to form the slightest of creases before they were gone. Face back to neutrality, though not as beautiful as her brief frustration had been to him.

"I see," she paused, closing her eyes as he did so. If only she wouldn't do that, for she was much harder to read with her eyes closed. They were such a lovely colour, too. Thankfully she opened them once more when she continued, "I wouldn't recommend that you continue with what you're doing." As she spoke, that amiable smile came to her face again, one which didn't reach her eyes and distracted one very easily from her venomous emphasis which she delicately placed upon each softly spoken syllable.

That piqued his interest then, the threat spoken so mildly and the consequences left silent. He felt almost obligated to ask, failing to hide rising amusement, "Oh? And what will you do about it?"

She didn't rise to his challenge. Not immediately, anyway. But when she did, it was with a cutting civility and a long, cold stare: "I'll put bugs in your pants."

It was a child's threat, yes, but it was a threat which worked against the likes of Laito. Though he didn't reveal how much he detested at the mere idea of such a thing coming true. He hated the idea of insects being anywhere near him- never mind on him!

"The biggest ones I can find."

She was visibly trying very hard not to crack up at his reaction. No matter how much he tried to hide his discomfort, his pale skin paled even more. It was very tempting to tease and prod at him for it, but she resisted; it looked as if she'd be getting her way. She'd have got it one way or the other- that was something she was very good at- but it was always a pleasant surprise when it was this easy.

So, with an easy grin upon her face, she turned and headed down the hallway, left hand waving lazily, "pleasure doing business with you."

Oh, but it wasn't pleasant for him. He did keep his side of the one-sided bargain, but it was with extreme reluctance that only seemed to grow as time went on. With every fleeting touch she inflicted upon another, every simpering smile that they received- hell, every look she gave people began to grate on him. Why did she seem to give little bits of herself to everyone but him so freely? She barely even looked in his direction since their little exchange and days had began to merge with weeks, and he didn't know if he could take them forming months.

Especially since she always knew exactly what she was doing. The only times she would spare him a glance was when she did something that she knew would particularly annoy him. That was when she'd look in his direction, see him looking and stare just as smugly as she'd done before, with the same smugness that used to irritate him for different reasons.

It was still there now, poorly buried under false irritation as she tilted her head upwards to stare him in the eyes. Her eyes were somehow even more pretty up close, especially when looking in his direction.

"What are you doing, Sakamaki?" She was more relaxed this time, most likely due to having nothing to lose. Intrigue was very much present under layers of fake boredom, yet he didn't call her out on it.

"I could ask you the same question." Though he sounded relaxed, he wasn't as relaxed as he sounded on the inside. He'd acted on a whim, here, and even though the action wasn't unexpected of him, it felt rather foreign to him with her. There was something about her that seemed so different from anyone else he'd talked to in this school (apart from his brothers, of course), but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it might be.

She hummed in question, leaning forward until her nose nearly met his. So close, yet so far. How he wanted to lunge forward and take her lips in his, hoping it would satiate him somewhat.

"And why is that?"

He chuckled, not looking away from her for a moment; to break eye contact would be to admit defeat to her, and that was something he'd never do.

"You're full of questions today." Was all he responded with, barely acknowledging her question. She wouldn't have the satisfaction of knowing what he was thinking- how he was feeling- in the slightest. If he were to tell her then her ego would only grow, and that was the opposite of what he wanted.

He wanted her to squirm. To squirm like all the others when he pushed them so.

But she didn't.

"And you're dodging every single one of them." Finally, she broke eye contact, staring at his dark, loosely-tied necktie for a moment. Then she reached for it, twirling it around and around her finger with almost absent eyes. Around and around and around and around it went, and he mused that perhaps she'd never stop.

It did. Only when she reached up the tiniest amount to grip it in her hand, pulling it towards her. Their noses were very much touching there, and the slightest of friction from skin against skin had never felt so good to him before. Hell, he could've moaned from it had he not been so surprised.

Her eyes were so close, a colour so indescribably beautiful that he felt that he was drowning in an ocean of it from the sight alone. Especially so close. It was too close to be considered friendly- too close to even be considered aggressive. Well, not the type of aggressive that'd lead to a fight, anyway. Perhaps the other type of aggressive, though.

"You've been staring at me for a while," she stated, slightly tilting her head as she did so with an amused smile upon her face, "is there something you need from me?"

He, too, was amused by the situation. If he was not a vampire then he was sure his heart would've been beating out of his chest by now. It was a strange sensation, feeling so on-edge yet so immensely excited. Was this what it was like to play with fire? If so then he hoped it would never be extinguished.

"Perhaps," he cupped her chin in his hand, stroking it gently with long, slow movements of his thumb, "though I fear it's something only you can provide."

His gaze briefly strayed to her lips, lingering there intentionally longer than necessary, before flickering back up to her eyes. They narrowed in mirth.

"Oh? Is that so?"

Her movements were serpentine, head now close to his ear, so much so that her warm breath began to fan across his ice-cold neck.

"Well, then I can't deprive you if you're that desperate, now, can I?"

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The sun was beginning to rise, yet neither of them noticed such a thing through the thick, dark curtains.

"I didn't think you were the dominant type," Laito spoke, the girl he was speaking to busying herself with dressing herself. He wasn't disappointed by any means, which was evident by his usual teasing, flirtatious tone of voice.

She snickered, "you certainly didn't seem to mind."

He grinned, waving an arm around in the air for emphasis, "of course not! It was a pleasant surprise."

"Though," he continued, staring at her whilst resting his face in the palm of his hand, "you still haven't told me what you are."

Completely unfazed by his question, she stared back with a smile still upon her face, "really- you haven't figured it out yet?"

Clicking her tongue, she strode over to her now-creased blazer that had been flung haphazardly onto the floor and shrugged it on, "I'm surprised. Surely you of all people have come across a succubus or two before, no?"

"A succubus?" He repeated, almost dumbfounded. As far as he knew, they were just some fantasy creature. But her being a succubus would answer a lot of his questions about the whole situation which had so far gone unanswered.

"Yes," she merely commented, slipping on her shoes now. At this point she was fully dressed, whereas Laito hadn't even bothered making an effort to put any clothes on.

With one final glance, she opened the door, "well, I hope to be seeing you a little more, Laito."

And with that, she left.

He hoped to be seeing a bit more than a little more of her. Let's just hope he doesn't get too greedy now, though.

#laito sakamaki #laito sakamaki x reader #yandere x reader #yandere laito #yandere laito sakamaki #x reader #laito x reader

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got some stuff i gotta write up and some other stuff that i haven't posted here from my quotev yet, but just announcement that y'all can now be super shady and request anonymously! because i forgot to turn that on somehow

a brain? what's that?

anyways, that's literally about it. will post some more stuff when i finish them and transfer stuff over

to those who celebrate it, happy easter! to everyone, stay safe and i hope you're all doing well!!

#pea brain time

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I just read kyojuro's deth :'( please give me fluff with the flame husbando ToT i'm in depression and thanks for the shinobu imagine ❤❤💞💞 I love it!!!

ask and you shall receive!

sorry this took so long. i thought i’d get it done sooner because of quarantine but all i wanna do is drink chocolate milk and cry, so apparently not. plus college is being really mean and giving even more work than i do in lesson usually (maybe bc i usually stare off into space for half the lesson but we don’t talk about it).

series: kimetsu no yaiba/ demon slayer.

notes: fluff with a side of angst, possible kimetsu no yaiba spoilers!!

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His hair was soft. It looked soft, to be fair, with the way it fell around his face in such vibrant and fiery colours. However you couldn’t see his face at that moment, as you chose to run your fingers through his locks. At first it was rather difficult, with his mane being all tangled and knotted from having just finished his daily training.

Even watching him made you tired. Running fingers through his hair for over ten minutes made you tired. But that didn’t stop you doing it; he clearly enjoyed the calm, constant action and the light scratch of nails against his scalp. Plus, you thought as he leaned not-too-subtly into your hand, the least he deserved was a little time where he could unwind. A little pampering. Especially considering how much he’d done for you- it was the very least you could give back to him.

“Kyoujurou,” it was barely a whisper; the ghost of a sigh upon the faint breeze.

He hummed questioningly, the turning of his head causing you to stop your ministrations. His eyes were wide, enthusiastic as ever. It was rare to see such an expression slip, even rarer to see his face without his smile. Though some of the things he said with that smile were rather concerning...

“What is it?”

For a moment, you hesitated. You weren’t quite sure why you’d called his name to gain his attention. Perhaps you knew just a few moments earlier, but the reason had long left you now.

In some form of shame at such forgetfulness, you tore your gaze from his and directed it towards you hands, which were folded neatly in your lap. The fingers entwined for a moment, fiddling and hands squeezing before finally relaxing.

You were nervous. But why was it so?

Another pair of hands joined those in your lap. They were large, with callouses that ran deep into their skin. The sight was rather sad to see, his hands being so rough while yours were so soft in comparison. Why had he had to suffer so much?

“Don’t worry, you can tell me anything! Take your time if you need to!”

Tentatively, you glanced back up at him. Just like usual, he was smiling. However it was a smile he saved for very few people, with eyes squinting and lips parted rather cheekily. Such a smile would never make its way to the eyes of many, even those of his fellow Hashira.

And you were glad.

It was selfish, but you would be happiest to know that such an expression- like a little personal ray of sunshine- was meant for your eyes only. Indeed, you’d imagine yourself to be the happiest person in the whole world to hear such news. For Kyoujurou was more than just your world; he was the first glimpse of sun to break over the horizon at daybreak, the fire to keep you warm and alive when there is nothing else.

As you squeezed back at his hands, your solemn expression managed to crack, making way for a toothy smile of your own. And he looked almost ecstatic seeing it, if such a thing could be possible for him, considering how enthusiastic he always seemed to look.

“I was just...”

Once more, you wanted to dismiss it, to tell him that it was nothing. However, with a heavy exhale and slumped shoulders, you opted to spill what you were thinking.

“I was thinking about the mission... you know, the one you’ll be going on in a few days?”

Kyoujurou blinked. Then he spoke after a short period of silence,

“Yes, what of it?”

“Well...”

It was awkward to talk about, seeing as the whole thing just tainted your thoughts with negativity that just threatened to overflow.

His eyes softened, though you did not see it. What you did notice, however, was how quickly he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. He was warm. Not that you expected any different, considering you’d been held like this countless times before.

You returned the gesture, shaking hands stilling as you hugged him as tightly as you could. It had no effect on him, though you expected as much. Your strength was barely a raindrop compared to his ocean.

Kyoujurou chuckled, the soft rocking it produced helping to calm you along with his general presence. He was calming to be around. You feared you’d be lost, terribly unsure of what to do, without his calming company.

“I’ll be just fine! I’ve been on worse-sounding missions and come back, after all, haven’t I?”

You felt the telltale sign of tears coming: the quiver of your bottom lip. As some meagre effort to still this, you bit down on it softly.

“Mhm!”

Yes, he had been. And he’d always returned, grinning widely as you greeted him. However he hadn’t always returned in the best of conditions, and you’d worried endlessly before and during each one. Hell- you’d even worried after! Worrying about if he’d recover properly, if you were even being helpful at all...

What you feared most is that he’d head off with his usual demeanour and keep you waiting. And you would wait for him.

You’d wait forever for a mere chance at seeing that grin as he came home again.

#kimetsu no yaiba spoilers #kny spoilers #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #kny x reader #kyoujurou rengoku x reader #rengoku kyoujurou #kyoujurou x reader #x reader

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thank you so much!! i really don't know what else to say wowee,,

i wanna do a little something for you guys to celebrate but idk what to do 👉👈 if you have any ideas then please let me know!!

#okay but i was not expecting this #thank you!!

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confident and mischievous mask-wearing s/o has their mask broken/taken off, and underneath is a stuttering, shy s/o who scrambles to cover their face. how do tanjiro, zenitsu and giyuu react to this?

hi, thank you for requesting! i hope these are alright but i’m currently half-asleep so they may be a little ehh. also idk if you wanted little scenarios or headcanons but i decided to do the latter.

series: kimetsu no yaiba/ demon slayer.

notes: not yandere, pretty soft.

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tanjirou:

tanjirou is surprised at first at the sudden change, being so used to seeing you so confident and unflappable. however that doesn’t mean that he is blind to the situation- you’re clearly uncomfortable with showing him your face. or showing it to anyone, for all he knows.

as much as he adores your face from the brief glimpse that he saw, your comfort comes first. and so he takes to helping you cover it up again before you regain your mask again. if you allow him, of course. if you’d rather him just look away as you take care of it yourself, he will do so without a moment’s hesitance.

even if it takes a lifetime for him to be able to see it once more, even if just for a millisecond, tanjirou will wait that long. he’s patient and considerate of everyone, never mind someone he cares for so deeply.

afterwards, he’ll make sure you’re alright before carrying on with whatever he was/ you two were doing. when you return to your normal self, he’s relieved. yes, it was cute seeing you so shy, but he’ll wait a little bit before harmlessly teasing you about it.

if your mask was completely broken, he’ll offer to try and make you a new one until you can get a replacement. he doesn’t promise that it’ll be perfect in any way, but it’s the thought that counts.

zenitsu:

zenitsu helps you as well, though hesitates at first. he can’t help it, though, so don’t blame him! he couldn’t help but look at you and admire you as much as he could before it would be hidden for him for god-knows how long.

however, he does appreciate you being his s/o, and so even though he doesn’t understand why you reacted in such a way with how perfect you looked to him, that doesn’t mean that he’ll question you about it. instead, he will try and repair the mask to the best of his abilities, even if shattered. he’d be sat there all day if not pulled away, as long as it’d make you happy.

as he was helping you recover the mask, however, he would comment on how he found your appearance so charming, so appealing to the eye. as awful as he is at flirting, he speaks from the heart towards you. what he says is what he sees, and he doesn’t wait to tell you this in an attempt to boost your confidence in your appearance (if this is the reason you wear the mask).

he’ll offer to try and help you with showing the face you hide behind the mask, even if it’s starting small. and he emphasises how he’d be there every step of the way with you, no matter how long it takes.

giyuu:

probably the only one who doesn’t try and repair your mask. also probably the most shocked at your complete change in character; he’s so used to your loud, boisterous attitude that the sudden quietness feels almost uncomfortable.

he prefers the you that doesn’t shy away from him, the one that lets themselves be as loud as they’d like. it fills the silence that he leaves nicely, and he found himself growing reliant upon your noise. he doesn’t want it to be as quiet as it was before he began his relationship with you.

and so, the more you try and hide your face, the more he tries to see it.

it seems quite cruel, really, for him to try and get you out of your comfort zone with him in such a way. however giyuu is not very socially adept and is quite worried for you, for this could be a major weakness that anyone- demon or not- could exploit. he tries to explain it the best he can, but such a thing doesn’t really mean much when talking about the water pillar.

if this upsets you, giyuu will recognise this and back away. he won’t apologise, which may hurt you, but that’s merely due to him not being good with words. instead, he’ll return after about an hour with a replacement mask. most likely unlike the one you just lost, but it’s a replacement for now. he may even ask urokodaki to make you one just like your previous mask.

for giyuu, actions speak louder than his words ever could. and he’d like to use this to help you come into your own and no longer need to rely on your masks. but for now, he’s merely content with your presence.

#kimetsu no yaiba x reader #x reader #giyuu tomioka x reader #giyuu x reader #zenitsu x reader #zenitsu agatsuma x reader #tanjirou x reader #tanjirou kamado x reader

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Hi!! I'm new in this fandom and I'm already in love with my butterfly queen shinobu💜💜 so can I request my waifu with a female s/o who is afraid of needle? XD hilarious. Thank you :3

absolutely! thank you for requesting and welcome to the fandom!! ^^

series: kimetsu no yaiba/ demon slayer

notes: not yandere, needles, fluff

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“Stay back!”

It was a hiss of pure fear, muscles trembling as adrenaline began to kick in. It was a moment of fight or flight, but there was nowhere to run and you really didn’t want to risk hurting her. Even though the chances of doing so were extremely slim- she was certainly tougher than she looked.

Her eyebrows furrowed in sympathy, though you knew such a thing would not save you from your fate. The instrument lay gracefully between her fingers- everything she did was graceful- threatening you with its mere presence.

“It’ll only hurt a little,” she cooed edging closer, only for you to edge away. Thankfully, she was rather patient with you. She was always patient with you, but Shinobu made sure to be even moreso in such a department.

“It’ll still hurt, though!”

She merely sighed at that, “only for a moment or two. Come on, I’ll treat you afterwards!”

Though that was tempting, enough to make you hesitate in your next step backwards, it wasn’t quite enough to seal the deal for you. It always seemed to hurt more after each new injection and you couldn’t quite relax yourself to reduce the pain. It was impossible to relax, especially with the waiting for it to finally pierce skin after an eternity of inching closer and closer...

You just couldn’t do it.

Noticing your hesitance, Shinobu lowered her hand with the syringe, sighing softly once more. Her eyelids fluttered closed for a moment before opening again, looking you straight in the eyes. She always did so, and it took a while to get used to at first. It always seemed a bit awkward to always be looking someone in the eye when talking to them, but you tried your best to do the same for her.

Her free hand began to dig around in her pockets, her breaking contact to glance down and look for something. She seemed to struggle finding whatever it was for a moment before finding it, eyes lighting up in relief as she did so.

“How about this,” she began, showing you a white tube. The type that toothpaste comes in, though this one was probably not for toothpaste, “I’ll put a numbing gel on first before the injection, so that way it won’t hurt!” The smile that was brought to her face was blinding; bright and bubbly and bursting with kindness.

If only she let you see under all of that- to trust you with the roaring waves of anger that hung beneath that mask.

But your relationship- if it could be classed as such, seeing as you two hadn’t really talked about it but were very clearly beyond just being friends- was still young. Still blooming into something that you hoped would be beautiful.

And because you wanted her to trust you, you had to trust her as well. So you nodded, approaching from the corner you were previously going to cling to and wail (if you had to, for pride was nothing when needles were involved) until she caved and gave up.

True to her word, after the gel was applied and allowed to sink into the skin, the needle slid through like butter; smooth and free of pain. You could feel it entering which wasn’t the most pleasant, but at least there wasn’t the scratching sting that came with it.

“Thank you.” The soft, mellow sound of her voice shocked you more than the sensation of the painless piercing of the needle. You hadn’t expected to hear her say that, nor much else now that you thought about it.

“For what?” You asked in return, and she chuckled airily in response, violet eyes briefly flicking up at you as she did so. They then returned down towards your arm, her thumb gently and steadily pushing down upon the plunger.

“For everything, I suppose.”

It was hard not to move your arm as you spoke, the urge to twitch rising up to the surface. But you pushed it down; such a thing would cause unnecessary trouble for Shinobu. Besides, it was already in now, so there was no need to do such a thing.

“I should be thanking you,” your response was almost immediate, “because you’re always taking care of me and thinking of me, like just then! You didn’t need to use the gel-” yes she did as otherwise you wouldn’t comply, but that’s besides the point- “but you did! You’re...” the words stopped coming, brain beginning to malfunction at the worst possible time.

Just as you began to scour for them, she spoke once more: “You’re too kind.”

Before you could protest, however, she continued, “thank you, truly.”

The grin that brought to your face- to hear her voice sound so genuine and happy- was broad. So broad that you felt as if it was splitting your face in two, the type that went from ear to ear.

“If you need anything then please tell me, Shinobu! I want to take care of you just like you take care of me.”

Her giggle was amused, and akin to the wonderful tinkling sound of wind chimes on a warm spring day.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

#shinobu kocho x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kny shinobu #shinobu #shinobu kochō #shinobu kochou #kny x reader #Kimetsu no Yaiba #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader

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masterlist

kimetsu no yaiba:

yandere shinobu headcanons

kyoujurou rengoku & slight kibutsuji muzan one-shot

follow-up to previously listed fic

modern yandere douma (MANGA-ONLY CHARACTER) headcanons

(platonic) yandere akaza (MANGA-ONLY CHARACTER) one-shot

(platonic) inosuke one-shot

yandere kibutsuji muzan one-shot

yandere tanjirou scenario(?)

shinobu with s/o who fears needles scenario

giyuu, tanjirou & zenitsu with s/o who’s shy underneath mask

kyoujurou fluff (ask contains spoilers!)

someone walks in on giyuu and his s/o doing the devil’s tango (nsfw)

code: realize:

(platonic) yandere victor frankenstein headcanons

bungou stray dogs:

yandere dazai headcanons

danganronpa:

yandere shuichi scenario(?)

hajime angst :’(

diabolik lovers:

slight yandere laito with succubus s/o

(platonic) yandere sakamaki brothers with parental maid reader

haikyuu:

yandere(-ish?) tooru

alea iacta est (yandere kny x reader series) [at this point, on hiatus]:

part 1

part 2

chances are this is just gonna stop getting updated at some point tbh.

#masterlist

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ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ - Shinobu Kocho

headcanon request: yandere shinobu using her medicines to keep the reader 'safe'.

i know i haven’t posted for ~a month and i do apologise, but life’s just been pretty hectic for me. hopefully i’ll have more time to write now, though! i have a laito one-shot over on quotev and idk whether or not to post it here... we’ll see!

i also drew nezuko! so i might post that here in a bit, idk. again, we’ll see.

series: kimetsu no yaiba/ demon slayer

notes: yandere, manipulation, shinobu not being very nice to her s/o.

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shinobu kochou:

first of all, i believe that she would act very differently depending on whether her s/o is a human or a demon. ergo, i'm separating these headcanons into these two sets.

if s/o is a human:

as a human, using her poisons is more about her trying to keep you safe initially. whether you're trying to escape or are in actual danger. it's easier to protect you if you don't try and run, after all.

she acts quick, efficiently and without a shred of remorse, though she does put on an apologetic face with sorry words for you later. but in her mind, it was a necessity, so there is little to be sorry for. however she does give you some more gentle treatment while it's wearing off, and a little bit after as well. something to keep you more... docile, if you will, for a little while.

however should she need to continue using her anaesthetic-type poisons to keep you out of trouble, she will begin to add little bits of other things into the mix. poisons that will cause you harm, though not enough for it to be serious. enough for it to be a deterrent.

where they used to be solely for keeping you from harm, as time goes on she begins to use them to cause you harm. to train you into becoming her sweet, obedient little darling, even if she has to make you beg for the antidote- to stop the pain that just won't go away otherwise. and once you do that, she's more than happy to help!

if she does manage to mould you into what she wants you to be, then the poisons will go back to their original purpose. however make sure you don't trip up when she's in one of her particularly foul moods, lest you want an all but gentle reminder of her expectations for you.

but no matter how bad her mood is or when you're being punished or what for, she'll always be so kind when administering each dose. always sounding so regretful and reluctant, murmuring how she really wishes that she didn't have to do this to you. how you just seem to make this all so difficult for you both.

if you didn't know any better, you'd wonder if she even knew how much she seemed to enjoy it.

if s/o is a demon:

oh ho ho, now this is where the ride begins.

it's strange, really, the mere idea of her feeling so fondly for a demon. yet no matter how much she seems to love you, she seems to hate you just as much. she hates you for something you never asked for, for something you have no way of changing or curing, but that doesn't change the absolute loathing she has for you.

and it's obvious, too.

she always makes sure to keep you drugged during the day, just enough so you can't move but can still understand every word she says to you. how she sneers at you through her guise of soft words, hidden threats of how easily she could kill you if she were to just slip up and give you the wrong thing threaded in. how you'd be able to do nothing about it, and would merely be in agonising pain until the end, unable to even scream out.

any escape attempt is punished with immense force. a dosage of wisteria poison just enough to keep you alive. this dosage only increases with your tolerance, though she'll often use other punishments just to lower it again. after all, it just wouldn't do if you were to be immune to her main method of teaching you.

starvation is normal with shinobu. you can't even recall the last time that you've eaten. but don't even think of attacking shinobu. she always seems to know, and such a thought will only serve for her to have reason to punish you. harshly.

so in short, it's not pleasant. she's not pleasant with a demon. and never will be. if you behave, you're more of a pet to her than any sort of lover. and a pet is the best you can be. the only hope you have is that she'll accidentally slip up and give too high a dosage of wisteria poison. but with how thorough shinobu is, such a thing is highly unlikely.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere kny #yandere kny x reader #yandere kimetsu no yaiba #x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kny x reader #yandere shinobu kocho #shinobu #kny shinobu #shinobu kocho x reader

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αℓεα ιαcтα εsт - various kny x reader [2]

part 2! and i have 2 lots of maths homework due tomorrow that i haven’t even started!! priorities!

link to part 1 if you haven’t read it!

debating making a masterlist... it’d probably come in handy

also as always, criticism is always appreciated! have a wonderful day <3

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The chickens were restless that day, it seemed. Whenever attempts to herd them together were made, they only scattered more. Not even extra feed brought them together for long, and it was beginning to get frustrating. The farmer couldn't recall a time when they'd been this unruly. Constant squawking combined with panicked glances this way and that were beginning to take its toll upon her weary brain.

She rubbed her temple with a sigh; a headache would be forming soon, and she had a gut feeling that it would throb like none other before it. And it was safe to say that she wasn't too excited about that, especially since her gut usually spoke the truth.

Perhaps, she tried to convince herself, they were merely on edge about a fox attack. There'd been quite a few of those lately. Unfortunately there was little that she could do, as she never took a sword outside of the house. If the police happened to pass by while she had it then there'd be a lot of trouble that she'd rather not have to deal with. It didn't help much that the presence of the blade intimidated the animals into a similar state that the poultry was currently in.

Besides, foxes usually came at night anyways. Meaning it wasn't even her problem. It was someone else not doing their job, and she'd have to exchange a few words with him over this. Clearly he was too focussed on other predators that typically avoided animals.

Blades clashed, the sharp clanging of metal against metal echoing out in the dimly lit room.

The sight was startling, unexpected, so much so that the woman flinched from it. But when she blinked, she was back outside, surrounded by noisy animals who wouldn't give her ears a moment's rest.

One vacant look across the horizon brought her fully back to her surroundings, and in good time too: the sun was beginning to set. With that in mind, she groaned. Hopefully the animals wouldn't be as resistant to the idea of going back inside as they'd been to going outside. She really didn't want to have to invest in a herding dog just for the odd time that they were unwilling to listen to her. Even if the thought of a little puppy helping her out was one of the cutest things that she could imagine.

A smile spread across her face as she started her task, clicking her tongue to try and lure the chickens on the path back to the coop. To her utter joy, they listened! Clucking between them in a way that sounded vaguely chipper now, they scurried after her on their tiny little legs. It was quite a funny sight to see, and she almost wished that she could just sit and watch them scuttle around all day. But she didn't have all day, and the cattle needed bringing in as well.

There really was so much to do, but so little t

There were footsteps, many of them; sprinting, hurrying, with another set chasing them. Everything was blurry with incredible speed, hard to see in the dark.

Then she was back again, back to the fields of green that stretched far and wide, reaching up to try and reach the deep blue above. To clouds that dragged on at such a lazy speed, pale in colour with little rain to spare. Not that such a thing was surprising, as it was the middle of the summer.

But the season didn't matter. Not when she'd blacked out twice in the space of half an hour, when animals needed to get inside and she needed to lock herself inside as well. Her precious poultry was defenceless when not in their coop, and the cattle grew angry with her if they had to sleep outside. They were temperamental as is without having an actual reason to be irritated.

With that in mind, she hurried the chickens back to the coop, which at that point wasn't very far. Where they'd been nervous outside, they soon settled very well inside, meaning she could leave almost immediately to tend to the cattle. After the cattle, she'd have to tend to the guests too, which meant having to cook, strike up polite conversation, not give away that there was a demon in the basement... the usual.

The cattle were just as easily led back to the barn as the chickens had been, and just as easily settled too. This improved her mood, which had been dampened at the thought of having to tend to the guests. She didn't dislike them- not by any means, as they seemed friendly enough- but it was always a bit stressful when you were hiding something. Especially something that damning, and even moreso when the guests were those who hunted demons for a living. Who most probably despised all demons with all of their heart and soul. It was hard to blame them for that, as they'd probably lost family to demons, but her situation wasn't exactly easy to explain.

Neither was the situation that she'd walked into.

"Hey, Munjirou, move out of the way- I wanna fight 'em!" The excited growl came from the little study she'd put together, the door of which had been left open. And from the size of the room and the slight echo to the voice, she had a vague idea where her guests were, and what was happening.

Her feet dragged as she forced herself down the small hallway to the study, with the plethora of books that she'd brought back from her few ventures to the nearby town, splashes of colour found from the few valuables she hadn't resisted buying. Not that she regretted it, mind, but they certainly took a bit out of her pocket.

But that wasn't important. Not when one bookshelf in particular had been shifted, revealing the gloomy staircase hiding behind it. Indeed, they'd been snooping where they shouldn't have been, and from the sounds of their quick steps, they weren't too pleased from what they'd found. They were nearly at the entrance if she was correct. It was rather difficult to predict exactly where when the slightest noise never seemed to stop bouncing off the walls of that place.

She was correct, as but a few moments later, the familiar group from the day before sprinted away from the stairwell, staring back at it with apprehension. Zenitsu looked close to passing out, with his wheezing, intense sweating and paling skin. Inosuke, being Inosuke, didn't look particularly bothered at all. If it wasn't for the deep movement of his shoulders and chest, it was hard to tell that he'd ran up a pretty big number of stairs away from something. In fact, he looked more like he wanted to run towards it rather than away, but was being held back by Tanjirou. The latter had a hand on the hilt of his sword, eyes never taken off the dark doorway.

Wait, wasn't there only three of them before? So where had the girl come from?

The farmer was about to debate where this child- a demon nonetheless- had appeared from, before a familiar figure finally emerged. His eyes were wide as usual, matching his grin perfectly. He didn't look surprised in the slightest when he saw the owner of the house in the room, but him glancing over at her prompted everyone else to.

Zenitsu wailed as he flew over to her like a bullet, clinging onto her sleeve when he reached her, babbling about the scary demon with wild hand gestures. His voice was shriller than usual, panicked and rushed, but it became even more incoherent at the slightest move from Sanemi. In fact, when Sanemi took exactly one step onto the carpet, he screeched, knees failing him. At this point, if the demon even breathed in his general direction then he'd probably faint. Not that it'd be an inherently bad thing, considering his running nose was inches away from her sleeve.

When she saw that, she whipped her arm from him with a speed that she swore she hadn't possessed in her entire life. He began to wail and cry further.

Cry more, Zenitsu. These clothes are worth more than your tears.

"So," she started, choosing to ignore the howls of misery and fear coming from beside her, instead looking at everyone else in the room. The tension was palpable, weighing down on her shoulders, "anyone want to explain to me what this is all about?"

There was no need to try and be intimidating for this woman, as the stare she gave them seemed to do it all for her. Lacking in any form of warmth or sympathy for anyone there, it flitted from person to person.

"Anyone?" She prodded further, continuing her glancing around. Whereas she'd purposefully tried to unsettle the three demon slayers the night before to try and get them to listen to her, there was nothing but cold disappointment to be found in her face, in the way she stood there with arms crossed over her chest. Then her foot began to tap upon the carpet, a dull thud forming the countdown before she really lost her temper.

Just as she flung her arms in the air, about to deal out some scathing words to not only the snoopers but Sanemi also, the latter spoke up. The grin that was spread across his face had disappeared as he bowed his head, voice low and apologetic:

"Forgive me; I overreacted when they came down to the basement."

At this, Tanjirou froze in shock. Such politeness was extremely rare for Sanemi, after all, especially with how heated he'd been at the sight of them all sneaking around in places they shouldn't be. However the farmer simply hummed, fiery anger dampened for the time being.

"It's alright, Sanemi," the usual calm mirth leaked into her voice then, eyes softening a tad, "lift your head."

He did so immediately. If he wasn't so casual about it all, as if it were normal, then perhaps it would've been a little funny to Zenitsu. But that wasn't the case, and the glare he received for showing the slightest hint of amusement was enough to wipe it from him completely.

"And why were you in the basement?" This tender tone seeped from her words instantly, the lenience from her eyes doing the same, when she turned upon her guests. Any trace of a smile tugging at her lips only seemed to turn them downwards now. Right now, it was clear that she would have nothing but the truth from them, and was intent on not having to wait for it.

At such an attitude towards them, they flinched away a bit. The way her demeanour changed instantly was definitely unnerving, even if they'd seen a hint of it the night before. As Zenitsu turned to whisper something to Tanjirou, she cleared her throat disapprovingly. And like a kicked puppy, he whined and relented.

It wasn't even a moment later that Tanjirou lowered himself to his knees, bowing his head to the floor and beginning to shout: "We're very sorry! We believed there was a demon in the house and took it upon ourselves to investigate!"

Zenitsu, ever the bootlicker, followed his lead immediately, though with more honeyed words: "We thought that they were out to hurt you! Please forgive us!"

"There's..." she was caught-off guard by the instant honesty, having not expected this. Not to mention that having to speak between screamed apologies was quite difficult. Sanemi opened his mouth, eager to berate them for not letting her speak, but a look of disapproval from her put him off the idea. Not without sulking, though.

"There's no need to shout! Please stop shouting!" She replied, attempting to shout over them.

"We're sorry!" They responded, still shouting. In her mind there was little more to respond with than a sigh and a weary shake of the head.

Inosuke didn't move, only staring at the scene in confusion. He didn't understand why they were apologising, nor why the woman was so angry. Since he didn't understand it, he didn't copy it, nor did he say a word. Instead he only shifted in slight discomfort a couple of paces away from the scene, choosing to focus instead on the feeling of soft carpet between his toes and how he was growing to dislike it by the second. The more he thought, the more he preferred to feel the safe and familiar dirt upon his soles, longed for a floor that didn't sink beneath his weight in the slightest and didn't feel like it'd be ruined should he leap from it with all his strength as he often does.

The more uncomfortable he felt, the closer his hands itched to his blades. To the rough handles, worn down through blistering already calloused hands, that let him wield such destructive tools. Those swords which sliced through the flesh of demons like melted butter and left agony in their wake, with ridges that didn't allow the comfort of a smooth slice. This was what he found comfort in, as it was what was familiar. Simple. It didn't need thought, nor social customs to follow. Social customs that he did not understand, that no one would explain to him. That he didn't want explaining to him. All he wanted was the simplicity of battle; of killing or being killed, with the only words to be said being spoken through extreme violence.

His hands closed around the hilts, and he sprung from the carpet.

It was rare for someone to speak the language that could only be said through violence, even amongst those who practised it on a daily basis. Demon slayers often sneered at it, turning their nose up upon the way he communicated. For to them, it was the language of demons. Humans do not attack without reason. They do not fight when words could be used instead- such a thing is irrational, it is what they do not understand. And they refuse to understand it.

The two blades closed in upon the demon at incredible speeds, adrenaline spurring his arms to move quicker than the untrained eye could track. However the eye of his foe was not only highly trained but also not human, and so he tracked and blocked with such ease that he could've done it when asleep. Not only that, but even against the strength of both of Inosuke's arms, his singular sword did not even budge. There was not a tremble in his wrists, nor in the whole of his body. Not in the smile which had been brought back to his face, nor the spark of energy that had been reignited by the sudden- and unsuccessful- attack.

"How moronic are you?"

The impact was more akin to being hit by a train than a kick, sending him flying through the door panels and tumbling across the carpet. It burned, stung, with roll that Inosuke couldn't recover from. It was only upon hitting the opposite door that he stopped and was able to catch the breath that had been knocked out of his lungs. The breath came sparingly, in wheezes rather than the full breaths he craved. His breathing technique, which he had mastered a couple of years ago, suddenly was forgotten. Energy left by the spades, limbs aching when he would've leapt onto them in less than a moment's notice before; his grip, weak and temperamental, could barely grasp his swords. Yet he still rose to his feet, pride slightly wounded yet not enough to back down yet.

Sanemi's eyes didn't narrow in the slightest, but that didn't make the atmosphere around him any less intense. It screamed for Inosuke to attack, begged him to give it a shot. Invited him to lunge once more and see where he would end up, to see how many bones would still be intact by the end of it. After all, what had just happened was just a small taster of what he would be facing were he to try and set his blades upon him a second time.

Sanemi didn't give second chances.

The eye contact, which had been maintained so viciously from both sides, had been broken with a thunderous crack.

"Sanemi...!" It was the woman who had been behind him, palm still in the air above his now-lowered head and visibly seething. The aforementioned palm was shaking, though one glance at her expression told that it was not out of fear. She glowered upon the tuft of white hair, being unable to see his face, and the look in her eyes was dark enough to kill. Not to mention how her upper lip was drawn back in an infuriated snarl, "how dare you?!"

For the first time since Sanemi had known her, she was truly angry with him.

"Who do you think you are?!" She continued, not giving him a chance to pipe up and apologise, and dismissing him when he tried, "there was no need for any of that- absolutely none! Why the hell did you kick him? He's but a boy, Sanemi!"

"I'm not a boy!" Inosuke contributed, quite miffed with being labelled as something as weak as a boy. Even if he was a bit younger than them, he wasn't a child anymore. Either way, it went ignored.

"He's a demon slayer. He should be able to handle more than a tap." He bit back at her, though held back the hostility that he would have unleashed upon another if they spoke to him that way.

"That wasn't a damned tap and you know it!" With each word she jabbed a finger harder and harder into his chest, though it hurt her finger more than him if anything, for he didn't even flinch.

He leaned down towards her then, eyes slightly narrowed now in irritation. In response, she didn't lean back an inch, standing her ground until their noses were almost touching. "Oh? Do you want me to hit him a bit harder then to prove it?"

"Do that and I'm kicking you out."

That shut him up all too quickly. However, the woman still wasn't done. Crossing her arms, she tacked on: "Now, apologise."

This baffled him, outraged him. Why should he apologise to someone when they were the ones that were so weak yet had attacked him anyway? Absolutely not- he wasn't having it.

Just before she could make him, there was a shrill croaking to be heard from outside. One which they all knew well, and none were too pleased to hear. Zenitsu even whimpered from the shock of hearing it again, silently begging it not to start speaking.

But, alas, nothing goes Zenitsu's way.

The first thing the cawing halted to speak was the name of the farmer. The said person's eyes widened in surprise at that, before narrowing again.

"We'll talk about this later," she muttered to Sanemi before striding over to the door panels opposite the ones which were now destroyed, sliding one open with more force than entirely necessary and glaring into the sky. As they'd thought, there was a black bird circling openly in the air above the small indoor garden area. It made no move to swoop down, not even if it did happen to see her staring up at it.

"A demon has been located near Tokyo! You must go there and eliminate it immediately."

Just as quickly as it had arrived, it left without another croaked word. And without a word from her, either, she shut the door with a little less force than that which she had opened it with. Instead, she only let out a small sigh before turning to face them all.

"Was that a-?" Tanjirou began, but was cut off by another, louder sigh.

"Yep, it's a Kasugai crow. Only pops in when it's delivering a message and then has the gall to steal some of my wheat as it goes!" By her evident exasperation in her voice, it was very clear that she wasn't too fond of her feathered friend.

"Wait!" It all seemed to click for Zenitsu then, "wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! Does that mean-" and that was all he said before he froze, pointing at the woman who hadn't moved from her place by the window.

In return, she only lifted an eyebrow, "does that mean what, exactly?"

Sanemi, who hadn't said a word since, piped up then: "yeah, go on. Tell us- don't be shy." That said, he didn't put the slightest effort into actually trying to sound friendly, he didn't even try to filter the intimidating edge from each word, nor hide it from his eyes.

"No, it's nothing," was all that Zenitsu decided to say as he shivered uncomfortable. The rattling of his bones as he did so was almost audible, him moving to stand a couple of steps behind Tanjirou as he did so. He really did not want that gaze on him for longer than absolutely necessary.

The intimidating male pretended not to notice the scathing glare he got for that.

"To answer your question," she decided to explain, just in case it wasn't very clear to them, "I'm a demon slayer, just not that active. They usually only send me out about three times a year."

"Even once is too many," Sanemi grumbled to himself, though she heard it loud and clear.

It was as if his role was to irritate her more and more that day, she thought as she turned on him with a face so surly that she looked just about ready to bite his head off. "And what is that supposed to mean, huh?"

"Watch it," he warned in regards to her attitude. He'd usually be much more respectful when speaking to her, for all that she has done and continues to do for him, but she was very much trying his temper at this moment in in time.

"Watch what, Sanemi?" Her pitch rose with the question, stepping closer to him as her own temper flared. He did little more than stare her down with vexed eyes, saying nothing more lest he be unable to stop himself from lashing out. She waited for a moment, goading him with hand gestured before giving up, snapping a "forget it" before backing away. Later she'd probably apologise for being so aggressive with him over it all and not letting it go, but she needed to cool down before then.

That was if she was let go in order to cool down, though.

"You don't know the Corps like I do," Sanemi all but growled as he snatched her arm, grip tight to stop her from leaving. It was painful, yes, but that wasn't her focus at the moment: it was what he just said.

"Well no shit, Sanemi. I'm not, and never was, a Hashira." It was common sense if you asked her, for she wasn't as close to the leader of the organisation as he was. Not physically, and certainly not mentally. If you were summoned to the Ubuyashiki residence then you had either done something exceptionally well, or exceptionally wrong. There was no in between.

"Maybe hear me out before you start butting in."

She scoffed in response, wrenching her arm from his grip. Not her brightest moment, seeing as it caused her more pain than the grip itself, but what's done is done. Her anger, although now beginning to simmer, was still very much present, but now curiosity had arisen as well. Sanemi must have said what he said for a reason, after all, and his lack of elaboration must be due to the guests still in the room.

The guests!

"I'm very sorry for all of this!" Was her first priority to them, followed by a "please forgive me." This was all said whilst bowing very deeply, so deeply that her spine was crying out for merciful reprieve that she wouldn't grant until she was forgiven. Which was fortunately very quickly, mainly by Tanjirou.

When she thanked him, she realised that she'd essentially forgotten about the girl beside him. It was undeniable that she was a demon, but it was just as undeniable that she was somehow different from the demons that she'd previously encountered. There was no hostility to be found in those eyes, only gentle oceans of the softest pink she'd seen. It was truly sad to behold her, for she was definitely still a child. To acknowledge that was also to acknowledge that she must have lost so much at such a young age, that she must have had so many years of innocence snatched from her.

She had thought life had been cruel to her, but just one look at the girl seemed to bring her whole world into perspective. Life could be so much more horrible than it had been to her.

Though her head was in the clouds, she still spotted the small gash that she must've gained from a tussle with Sanemi, as it was only just beginning to heal. She would've let this fuel her anger with him more had she not felt so sorry for her already. And so she approached her, albeit with slight hesitance. Tanjirou tensed noticeably, but she paid him no mind. This girl was clearly important to him, and she'd probably react even worse had she been in his shoes.

She stooped down a little to reach the girl's height, looking into those large, kind eyes with a smile upon her face. "Let's go, I'll help you patch up that wound a bit."

What she didn't expect was such a wide smile to be returned by the small brunette, and especially not the large hug engulfing her that came with it. It was a nice hug, one that she hadn't experienced in a long time. There was no tension after the initial shock of it all, even with those talons of hers, and she was quite surprised with herself in how quickly she reciprocated the gesture. Yes, it was a long time since she'd held someone like this, or been held like this. A long time since she'd let someone so close, especially without the aggression which she usually returned with.

Perhaps the most surprising of all were the tears that had began running down her face.

It took her aback at how liberating it felt to cry for once, to be able to release all of the negativity in such an ugly and unattractive form. To feel the anger, the sadness, the pressures and worries that had continued to pile upon her relentlessly just begin to roll away down her cheeks and onto the carpet. She was thankful to the girl for this, the girl whose name she didn't know, who hadn't said a word to her (though she was unable to due to the gag) but had allowed her tired heart some reprieve.

The world didn't deserve someone like her.

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"I'm fine." This was the fifth time she'd had to reassure Sanemi in the past ten minutes. She was flattered and quite happy that he seemed to care so much, but it was beginning to get on her nerves.

His eyes softened, a sight that very few ever bore witness to. One that very few would ever see. "Well, you know you can tell me anything, right?"

"Yes, Sanemi," a breathless laugh followed, for they'd been through this multiple times in the same timeframe as well, "I know."

Sanemi only shrugged, "just letting you know."

There was silence for a bit. The comfortable kind, the one that one could fall asleep very easily in with no worries in the world. A silence that only had room for chirping crickets and hooting owls, accompanied by the odd rustle of plants in a sudden gust of wind.

Tokyo was quite a bit away. Several days of solid walking, in fact. Without a horse to take with her, it would take her at least a week to complete her mission and get back, and that was if she immediately completed her mission with no troubles and started walking back again with no breaks whatsoever.

"Sanemi?" Her voice was but a whisper on the wind, fragile and unsure. But his ears missed nothing, catching onto the faintest traces of every word she said with the utmost importance.

He hummed in acknowledgement. Words didn't come when they weren't necessary and when Sanemi wasn't particularly in the mood. It was somewhat challenging to get used to at first, but she wasn't overly bothered by it.

"Thank you."

Those eyes of his widened once more, somehow wider than usual as he glanced over to her. However her gaze wasn't upon him, nor his wine-coloured irises that held a tint of astonishment in them. They were upon the night sky, staring upwards towards the countless stars that littered the faraway abyss, a hint of a smile upon her face. He didn't spare a glance upon the sky, too focused on her face than on any bright balls of fire millions of lightyears away.

It took a while, but the words finally came to him, and they were sent out the minute that they arrived: "For what?"

That question was what it took for her to make eye contact with him, turning her head towards him at a slight angle. Her smile broadened, her usual expression of amusement lingering on her face and draining into her voice, "what do you mean 'for what?'? I'd probably be dead ten times over if it wasn't for you."

"I wouldn't go that far."

Then she cackled, loud and unashamed in the night air. To him, it was loud and bright enough to fill the universe, yet it didn't stop the cicadas chirping, nor the beating of wings in the sky of migrating birds. "Hey, there's no need to be humble! It's so unlike you!"

Now that was a backhanded compliment that he wasn't expecting, but it was easy to tell that she didn't mean it in a cruel way. It was quite flattering to him that she was able to laugh and joke around so much with him, considering that interacting with him was akin to walking on eggshells for others.

He found himself smiling as well, a sight that even she pointed out didn't show up that often, cracking yet another of her jokes which she found so funny.

Just when silence had crept in again, he decided that now was a better time than ever to ruin the mood that she'd so joyously created.

"I don't want you to go tomorrow, you know?"

"I do." Was her simple response. She didn't need words for him to know that she'd be going anyway, though it didn't make it any less frustrating for him.

"I'll go with y-"

"You most certainly will not!" The strictness in her voice was all for show, but she meant what she said: "The animals need feeding and the crops need tending to. Who else will do that if you come with me, Sanemi?"

"I can't go out in the day anyway."

"That doesn't matter!" Once again, her hands began to move in elaborate gestures to further emphasise what she said, "the animals will make do with only being tended to at night for a bit and the crops can also be done at night, too."

He responded with disapproving silence, so she reluctantly decided to use her trump card.

"I can't trust anyone else but you, Sanemi."

Wait what?

"You heard me." She was smug saying that, all too aware of his shock from such a declaration, "and to sweeten the deal even more, I'll make some ohagi for you when I get back!"

His unimpressed expression at that last piece said it all about her ohagi-making skills. That being that they were... nonexistent, to say the least.

At the sight of that, she crossed her arms and tutted, "you really do drive a hard bargain, don't you?" No response but that of a raised eyebrow, "fine! I'll rush through work when I get back so I can spend even more time with you. How about that?"

That was tempting, he had to admit. Too tempting for him to even attempt denying. So, with a sigh, he relented.

"Don't worry, I'll be back as soon as possible!" A grin had spread upon her face, and he found it almost worth it to let her go on her mission just from the sight of it.

A hand cupped the side of her face furthest away from him, coaxing it onto his shoulder and for her to lean against him. She did so with no struggle, that huge grin morphing into a calm and content smile.

Seeing as he couldn't see her face at that angle, he redirected his gaze towards the sky. It was perfect timing for him, as a star shot through the darkness of the night sky, a bright streak following it before disappearing without a trace. As tradition would have it, he made a wish. It was a selfish wish, one which he could not bring himself to share to anyone.

He wished that she could stay by his side forever, that a moment such as this could extend to last a lifetime.

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THIS IS A YANDERE SERIES. JUST SO YOU KNOW. I WILL WARN OF ANY TRIGGER WARNINGS IN FUTURE CHAPTERS, BUT THIS ONE’S NICE AND TAME!! TY FOR READING AND HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY!! <3

GENERAL OTHER STUFF TO KNOW BEFORE YOU READ: MC (READER) IS FEMALE; THERE IS A BUNCH OF CANON DIVERGENCE; MANGA-ONLY CHARACTERS WILL APPEAR IN LATER CHAPTERS, THOUGH I DON’T PLAN TO DEAL WITH ANY PLOT ELEMENTS THAT DON’T APPEAR IN THE ANIME.

edit: chapter 2 is out!!

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The sun was high in the sky, beating down on the trio that were treading unfamiliar ground. The scenery looked very much like that which they'd seen countless times before, but that was to be expected to an extent. They were in the same country that they'd always been in, after all, however that didn't alleviate the sense that something was amiss in these parts. These parts that were so close to where they'd always been, yet seemed so completely and utterly different all at once.

"Tanjirou...!" One of them wailed, as usual. He was already a couple of paces behind, but had really began to drag his feet over the last couple of metres. Though this behaviour was very much usual for the wailer, Tanjirou didn't act annoyed in the slightest. Not that such a thing was surprising in any way- Tanjirou was too patient and kind for his own good sometimes.

He turned to face the boy, who was barely making an effort to catch up, while the third begrudgingly stopped also. With eyebrows slightly furrowed in concern, he asked: "what's wrong, Zenitsu?"

Zenitsu- the wailer- was huffing and puffing when he finally made it over to Tanjirou. It appeared difficult to even stand up straight, as he wavered and wobbled with each slight and rare gust of wind.

Still wheezing, he gasped out a desperate question, "are we nearly there yet?"

Tanjirou stared at him for a moment in silence, before sighing deeply.

"Hey- what was that for?!" Although completely out of breath just a moment earlier, it seemed that his energy had been restored enough to begin to screech. It was whiny and hurt the ears, though that was probably its purpose, knowing Zenitsu. It was no wonder why he couldn't get married when he began to speak using such a tone of voice; it truly was grating on the ears. Never mind his whiny begging, clinging, desperate tone and actions mixed with his general perversion. If you happened to be feminine and breathing, chances are Zenitsu was interested.

But I digress.

Their companion snorted before erupting into a fit of mean-spirited cackling at the blond's outburst, having held it back from even his initial whining. This only served to fuel Zenitsu's irritation, leading to his pitch raising and voice increasing in volume as he began to (attempt to) berate the boar-headed male.

"Zenitsu..." oh dear, it seems that Tanjirou is tired of this situation. He even pulled out the 'I'm not mad, just disappointed' tone of voice and expression.

Zenitsu noticed this immediately, quieting down very soon after, only to pipe up with a, "yes?"

"This is the third time that you've asked in five minutes."

"And?!" And suddenly, his enthusiasm that he could have been putting into walking and actually getting somewhere instead of simply complaining returned with a vengeance, arms flailing with fury as he did so, "we've been walking since dawn, and you're telling me that we're not there yet?!"

Tanjirou nodded.

"No way...!" His voice lingered long after he'd collapsed to the ground, lying there like a starfish and staring at the sky with a gaze like that of a dead fish.

"Hey, Zenitsu, are you alright?" Tanjirou- bless his cotton socks- had asked without a moment's hesitation as soon as it had happened. However he did make a very strange noise of confusion soon after, if that counts for anything. Either way, though, he was still staring down at his friend with a very worried face. Their friend, on the other hand, only began to snicker louder at such a display.

"This is the end for me, Tanjirou." Said Zenitsu, not even glancing in Tanjirou's direction as he did so. Each word was monotonous, too even in tone to be from Zenitsu. "You must go on without mE-"

His even-toned speaking evolved into a high-pitched shriek as he was dragged up and slung over the shirtless male's shoulder- him still cackling- before the latter began to sprint away.

"Hey, Inosuke-!"

"INOSUKE, PUT ME DOWN, STOPSTOPSTOPSTOP--"

Tanjirou didn't even have time to sigh again before he had to sprint after them, lest he get left behind. Though even if he did, he supposed it would be easy to find them without even having to sniff them out, with the obnoxious laughter and the terrified screaming. For such a normal, kindhearted boy, he certainly had some strange friends.

They kept running along the path until the sun flew over them, now threatening to disappear beyond even more hills. However the scenery here was rather different, with large fields of grass to the left and crops growing to the right. It was well-organised and looked well-maintained, however Tanjirou didn't even want to know how many people would have to work so rigorously to maintain the land.

"Oh, are you boys demon slayers by any chance?"

It was sudden, abrupt, and caught all three of them off guard. Perhaps if it didn't sound so gentle and feminine then they'd have reacted a bit more quickly and with a bit more force. However they were glad they didn't when they saw the owner of the voice: a young woman, ordinary-looking by all means, but with a certain twinkle in her eyes that looked very amused by what had just happened. And for good reason, too, as one had screamed, one had turned so quickly that it was surprising that their neck didn't snap, and the other grunted. Except it was more of a surprised grunt if anything. Though it was extremely hard to tell the difference between each type of grunt.

"Did I scare you? I'm terribly sorry." She bowed politely as she spoke, each word matching her reserved and respectful demeanour. However she clearly wasn't adept enough at hiding how much enjoyment she'd gotten out of witnessing such strange reactions, as the corners of her mouth struggled to not turn upwards.

"No, no, it's fine; there's certainly no need for a lovely lady like yourself to apologise!" Of course, this was Zenitsu speaking, having recovered rather quickly from his screech that was much more ladylike than any lady that the other two had come across. It was clear that he wanted to move on from that as soon as possible, in some vain hope that this person might be the one that was sympathetic enough to marry him. So far, he'd had no luck. And he was growing more desperate by the minute.

But as he tried to grow closer, he was soon flung a couple of metres away in an instant. Such an event was followed by the woman's scolding voice. However, for once, it wasn't Zenitsu getting scolded. Instead, in an unlikely turn of events, it was something getting scolded for his sake. Every now and again into her scolding session, a whinny attempted to be heard, only to result in even more scolding. Tanjirou and Inosuke only looked on, minds just as blank as their faces. What does one do in such a situation?

Well, upon realising that Zenitsu was bleeding, Tanjirou very quickly decided to try and help him. Inosuke merely watched on for a moment, before making a sound of awe and withdrawing his swords from their sheaths with a rather terrifying cackle,

"What a beast! If I can take it down, then-"

"Please don't try and fight my horse."

"Inosuke!"

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It had taken a while to sort everything out, so much so that nightfall was but minutes away. Thankfully, even after the Inosuke incident, the woman had been willing to let them stay in her house for the night, perhaps more if Zenitsu needed extra rest. His friends already knew that he'd play on the illness card just to continue trying to court the poor girl, but it was something that they simply couldn't hope to change.

"She's really kind, isn't she?" Zenitsu gushed to them in the shared room that had been provided, "giving us all this stuff, even after what Inosuke tried to pull." It was impossible to miss the annoyance lacing his voice as he mentioned Inosuke, who had now taken off the board head and was lying on the best futon available. Not because he deserved it, but because he refused to move off it for Zenitsu who, despite his ulterior motives to his injury, was indeed injured.

At that, Tanjirou grew curious, "Inosuke, have you never seen a horse before?"

"Horse? You mean that thing that Zenitsu lost against? 'Course not!"

'Course not?

"Inosuke..." Oh, how Tanjirou wanted to explain everything wrong with what was just said, but that would require too much time and too much energy for the night. A night which had followed a hectic day which was extremely tiring.

He glanced over at the box he'd been carrying all day, lips pursed slightly to accompany a conflicted expression. Was it alright for Nezuko to come out here, when their host could walk in at any second? It would be difficult to explain their situation, especially to someone who may have lost their entire family to a demon. It could also be dangerous to Nezuko to be put in such a position. And so he shuffled over to the box, opting to sit near it rather than to open it.

"Sorry, Nezuko," he murmured, patting the wooden walls of the box carefully, "but you'll have to stay in there for a bit. I'm sure I can let you out for a bit tomorrow, if we're still here."

Inside the box, there was a bit of shuffling to be heard. But soon after was an acknowledging grunt, one which Tanjirou thanked her for, face forming a bright and beaming smile. It was just in time that he'd shuffled back to his futon, as the woman knocked upon the door and entered very soon after. The relief he felt knowing that he had narrowly avoided a sticky situation was immense, though he had to admit that he felt a little bit nervous when thinking of what could have so easily taken place instead.

"Sorry to interrupt," she said, a tray in her hands. Immediately after shutting the door behind her, she placed the tray on a nearby table, sitting beside it. "I made some tea, if you'd like some. I figured it'd been a long day for you all, so I decided to make some tea to help soothe the body and mind." Her words were spun like silk, with a quality to her voice like warm honey. The tea merely became one of the many aromas which wafted around the house, mingling and mixing to form one very odd (and quite overpowering) smell.

Zenitsu was (predictably) the first to join her, singing her praises to the heavens. She merely accepted them with the humility and grace that they'd come to expect from her, and so they all began to sip their tea in comfortable silence.

That is, until she was the one to shatter the comfortable atmosphere.

"I'm sorry for how abrupt it may be for me to say this," she started with, glancing briefly into each of their eyes before returning it back downwards to her own cup. It was held between her hands, and she squeezed it ever so slightly before continuing, "but I fear I must ask, lest anything undesirable occurs."

After one more sip, which felt so drawn out that it was as if she had sipped it until it was all gone, she began to elaborate: "Please, no matter what you hear, do not go out after nightfall."

That was certainly not what they were expecting to hear, especially being demon slayers. Their whole occupation was to fight demons, which required them to go out at night. It was safe to say that such a thing was a very odd request. Even if she had phrased it more like a demand.

Indeed, as she began to speak of that which she wished of them, her voice seemed to drop the kindness that they'd grown to associate with it. The honey that she wound into each word was cut loose, leaving that which she said with a bitter taste in their mouths.

Well, not Inosuke's. He, after chugging the rest of his tea (which was still very much piping hot), asked with little to no hesitation: "Why?"

The girl clearly wasn't expecting this, blinking owlishly twice before repeating the question with a slight tilt of the head.

"Yeah- why not? We're demon slayers, after all, so it's not as if the demons pose a threat." As usual, Inosuke was cocky and boisterous in everything that he did. His words were drowned in such an attitude, his movements were made from them, his expressions screaming them. Still, it did little to affect her, who sharply poked a hole in what he'd said without a moment's delay.

"Really? Then does Kibutsuji Muzan not pose a threat? Or the Demon Moons?" This time, even her eyes had dropped the gentle and kind mirth to them. It was difficult to recall the last time that she'd blinked as she sat there, the sharp colours found in her irises standing out much more in the dim candlelight as she bore holes into he who spoke against her.

Before he could speak up again, she rose to her feet, staring down at them all. Perhaps it was the fiery and temperamental glow of the candlelight rather than the calm and natural light from the sun that accentuated the tense atmosphere- so tense that perhaps a knife could not even slice through it. Perhaps it was also the lighting that made her seem much more ominous than she had at any other moment, that made the scowl she wore more menacing than it would be. It would have been a question as to whether she'd been scowling at all, whether her lip had been curled that much and her eyebrows furrowed so deeply that the skin between them crinkled, had she not spoken so coldly and with a tone so clipped.

"There is a difference between confidence and foolishness. Perhaps it would be best that you learn this difference before your next fight."

This humble farmer, who'd chuckled with them just a few hours before and boasted little more than a simple yet productive life, uttered sentences in which wisdom, the kind which could be born only from experience, ran like rivers. Yet when prodded when she let them slip, she merely brushed it off, claiming a relative used to say it. Or something to that extent.

She bowed then, deeper than ever before, and after excusing herself had disappeared into the darkness of the hallways.

No conversation stuck that night, and sleep had a similar pattern when it finally came.

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Despite struggling sleeping, on edge due to events that never ended up occurring, the three awoke a bit after daybreak. It was about five minutes later that a knock on the door echoed through the room. It was rather surprising to find the woman who was so moody and distant the night before, looking so chipper and energetic in the morning. Once again, she brought in a tray, bearing a simple breakfast for them all and accompanied by some more tea. She placed it on that table once more, removing the other tray at the same time. Once again, she excused herself, though this time it was with the same merriment that they'd expected from her before the occurrence of the previous night. It seemed so hazy now, almost like a fever dream.

However they knew it wasn't. They knew it was real, without even having to confront each other about it. Although she never brought it up and cleverly avoided giving them a chance to, they didn't doubt for a moment that what had happened the previous night was equally odd and true.

And so, while she excused herself from the house very soon after taking away the almost untouched tea from the night before, they concocted a plan. It was morally very wrong, but their curiosity overturned their morals in this place. Not only was her behaviour rather odd, but the more that they thought about it, the house was rather odd as well.

"It smells so weird..." Tanjirou had found himself to be the first to complain about the house. The smell was beginning to irritate him with how powerful it was, so much so that he couldn't even begin to separate the different scents and their origins. Such a thing was so simple for him to do usually, yet he was unable to do so here. It was unnerving to think about; a demon could attack at any notice and he wouldn't even be able to know.

Inosuke was next up: "y'know, I was excited and all at first with how soft the floor is- I mean, where else do you get floor that's soft? In a house?!" The more he thought, the more he got distracted by how much he liked the softness of the material under his feet and hands, and how it separated in between his fingers and toes but was still so soft-

"Get on with it, we don't have all day," Zenitsu commented bitterly, quite upset that his most recent crush wasn't honest and trusting of him, someone she'd met literally the day before.

"Ah-" and Inosuke was brought back to present day, clearing his throat, "but yeah, I can't even feel anything else apart from how fuckin' soft this floor is. And the house!" He slammed open the door to the hallways, terribly startling Zenitsu in the process, "Is full of it!"

Zenitsu's heart seemed to be racing too fast for him to be able to participate in their little chat for a bit, but thankfully five minutes with a cup of tea had calmed his nerves. Not before he began to mutter very angrily about Inosuke under his breath for 'trying to kill' him, mind, but with a gentle prod from Tanjirou he began to share as well.

"I've never really come across anything like it..." he mumbled, quite ashamed of it as he dug a finger in his ear, "and it might sound kinda stupid, but I can't hear anything through these walls."

It took a moment for that one to sink in- such a thing seemed impossible. However he soon added on to what he said.

"Well, actually I do hear some stuff. But it's really faint, even though I can't hear stuff that's right outside."

"Like what?" Tanjirou immediately asked. This prompted Zenitsu to think deeply, staring up at the ceiling and humming for a moment.

"Dunno. Footsteps? They sound kinda far, though, so surely that's not it."

That was true. And so the trio began to think a bit more, staring at different places in the room and humming to themselves as they did so. Tanjirou even began to talk to Nezuko about it, even if she couldn't respond. Seeing as their host wasn't in the house currently, he deemed it safe to let her out and wander around a bit to stretch her legs. She had been in that box for over a full day, after all.

Then, as he watched her toddle around, an idea struck him.

"Wait, Zenitsu!" The sudden outburst shocked the aforementioned male, but (thankfully) not bad enough that he needed more tea and a time-out session.

Tanjirou pointed at his younger sister, who stared up at him questioningly, "how loud are Nezuko's footsteps?"

It was a strange question to ask out of the blue, but with how serious Tanjirou looked, Zenitsu replied as soon as he processed it, "pretty loud. Way louder than even Inosuke's."

This prompted an irritated growl from Inosuke, who looked ready to brawl with Zenitsu over the implications of that statement.

At this, Tanjirou lowered a fist onto his open palm, an expression of realisation on his face, "then what if they are footsteps?"

This question seemed even stranger at first glance- how could they be footsteps when footsteps from right outside the room couldn't even be heard? It just didn't seem logical, especially when the one that was navigating the hallways wasn't even very stealthy from what they'd seen of her. But then it clicked, and Zenitsu's face paled at the very notion of it.

"You can't mean-"

"Yes, I do." His face was deadly serious as he stared at Zenistu, ignoring Inosuke's persistent pestering to know what was going on. The latter's questions were answered anyway when he elaborated: "I think there's a demon in this house."

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"Tanjirou..." Zenitsu was barely able to speak through the chattering of his teeth, which was the one thing that didn't falter about him as they headed down the stairs. Even Inosuke was being quieter, not uttering a single thing, nor even laughing at the blond's misery from underneath that boar mask of his. They'd found the staircase from behind a bookshelf, only doing so when Inosuke had felt the drag marks it had left on the carpet that he so loved.

It was dark, and would only get darker the further down that they went. It would be all too easy for the girl to trap them in there if she discovered where they'd gone, but it was a risk that they were willing to take. For there was a chance, no matter how slim, that she may not know of the demon in her house. Or perhaps it is forcing her to provide shelter for it to stay. There were too many possibilities which could mean that she was in danger, and all of them stemmed from the demon being in her house.

"Tanjirou...!" He repeated, a bit louder and whinier this time. Even Nezuko, who had forced them to allow her to tag along, shot him a look of disapproval. And if nothing else shut him up, then that certainly did, for Zenitsu was a creep to the core, and would drop anything that any living girl disliked that he did in a heartbeat. At least it came in handy sometimes, such as now.

There was light further ahead, and Tanjirou could smell it clearly now: it truly was the scent of a demon, and they would have left without knowing such a thing had they not been so insistent before. Sometimes, in rare moments like these and when he was asleep, Zenitsu was truly useful to have around. But then he squealed, and a huge list of reasons as to why not to have him around could easily be thought up.

Either way, there was no point in sneaking around now that Zenitsu had blown their cover so soon. Duct tape would have really come in handy. If only it was invented about half a century earlier. But, alas, this was their fate, and it was one that they had no choice but to live through. They didn't have the upper hand of surprise, but they certainly had the upper hand in numbers.

And if everything went to pot then they could just knock Zenitsu out. Always seems to work a treat.

As they crept into the light of the room, they took note of the figure kneeling in the centre. He faced away from them, though many of his features could be noted of. The first and most bizarre thing to note was the sword laying beside him. At least, it was the most bizarre until they took note of his clothing, which was extremely similar to theirs, though he also adorned a white jacket over the top of it. His hair was a mess of white, tinted with the warm hue of the flickering flames of the torches around him.

He hadn't noticed Nezuko's growling until now, nor her intense and furious glare. If looks could kill, that guy wouldn't even have ashes left.

"You really haven't learned what respect is at all, have you, you damned brat?"

That voice- how could Tanjirou forget that voice? The voice of the Hashira who had attacked his sister from a couple of years ago with a twisted grin all over his face. He was quick to understand Nezuko's growling, and had to hold her back from rushing in to attack him. The one thing that protected him from her was now gone, and he was one of what they hated.

He turned, a similar expression to the one back then written on his face, with those purple eyes still so wide, smile so wide that it split his face and nonexistent eyebrows furrowed. Though his rise to his feet was slow, obviously taking his time, they still didn't attack. Zenitsu's whole body was clattering with fear, clamming up and making him unable to say anything at all.

"It looks like I'll have to teach you myself, doesn't it? Maybe then it'll finally stick, even with a moron like you!"

As a human, he was already extremely quick. But as a demon he was even quicker as he lunged towards them, blade in hand and all too eager to strike.

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