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brightymir · 1 year

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𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 || 𝐛. 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢

》 contains: descriptions of (hero work) violence, mentions of insecurity and superior complex, emotional breakdown, lashing out and domestic violent behavior, misspellings, not proofread

》 angst, hurt

》 wc: 1.2k

》 katsuki bakugo x gn!hero!reader

》 a/n: after four long months of inactivity, please accept this little work of mine. thank you all for your unending love and support despite my inactivity. this is sort of a gift for xmas, i will try to have another work up before the year ends. hope you like this and have a wonderful day!

》 reader's quirk is similar to gojo's infinity!!

you relished in the way the villains' face contorted into fear when they realized that their punches and weapons didn't seem to pierce or hit you in any way. even the strongest of them, no matter how forceful and strength-packed his punch is, you stood your ground and pouted at their futile attempts of taking you down.

they slowly backed away until they realized that the one and only dynamight was right behind them, giving them no chance to escape. fleeing by air was not an option either, given how tsukuyomi was also at watch.

their gazes went back to you. compared to dynamight who was fully armed, and tsukuyomi who had dark shadow, you only had yourself and no weapon nor fancy quirk (none that they can see) which made them think that you were the most vulnerable.

going once again at you, they attempted a punch but stopped mere inches from your face, as if there was an invisible wall there, separating your frame from the rest of the world.

you got fed up quick, and all three of you went at the villains, speedily restraining them all within minutes. you dragged them off to the main street, where a few others were also tied up.

you let tsukuyomi report to the police and you watched as they slowly drove away from view. you looked to your side and saw katsuki who was staring at you, intensely. you sighed and walked towards him, giving him a pat on the shoulder.

"i'm tired, 'tsuki. let's go home."

you noticed that katsuki was particularly silent on the way home, even going as far to ignore civilians who were waving at the two of you and scurrying to give gifts. upon arriving home, he went straight to the shower and left you to arrange and store the gifts you received.

you showered after he did and you saw him staring out the window. you got dressed and walked up behind him and gave him a hug. you heard him grunt before pulling away after a few seconds. you furrowed your brows and walked after him, grabbing his wrist and forcing him to look at you.

"katsuki, what's wrong? you've been acting weird ever since we subdued those villains. did i do something wrong?" you asked hurriedly and stared at his face with worry. he only tsked under his breath which made you let go of his wrist, giving him an incredulous look.

you scoffed and looked at him, feeling your nerves start to light up with fire and anger. you suppressed your bubbling irritation and asked him once again, to which he only responded with silence and walked away to the kitchen.

following him, you shut the cupboard he was about to open and asked him "what's wrong with you? why are you being like this?! we were okay when the day started, did i upset you in any way?!" you asked and fumed with anger.

you saw veins on his head as he grit his teeth and nudged you away from him. you stumbled backwards and let out a startled gasp.

"yes! you upset me all the time, all the goddamned time! why are you always the one they see? the one they praise? the one they are always in awe with? do i not compare yo you in any way?! are you so better than me that you are the one they turn to?!" he shouted in anger and slammed his hands on the kitchen counter.

you turned pale and was rendered speechless by his words, he never acted like this, not in the seven years you were together. he never lashed out, at least, never at you. but before you could even try to understand or question him, he continued with his words.

"when they asked for back up earlier, you were the one they called and when we both arrived, they looked as if they did not want me there. and those villains, they looked at me with mockery! they... they saw you as the better opponent which was why they wanted to take you down. and... and on our way home, everyone was, everyone... they all admire you. why can't they see me? why can't i be number one too?" he asked in a hoarse voice as tears spilled past his eyes as he repeatedly slammed whatever surface his hands landed on. his eyes were red with tears, face distorted into hurt and confusion, his voice laced with insecurity and doubt.

it broke you to see him like this. to see him so fragile and so tormented, uncertain and unsure of himself. it hurt you that he was hurting all this time but you did not suspect a thing. the feeling of shame and shock and sadness clawing at your chest all at once when it dawned of you that all these was happening because of you.

you tried to walk towards him and calm him down when a few words fell from his lips, stunning you in place as tears threatened to spill past your eyes as well.

"sometimes, i wish that you'd just disappear. so i can finally be number one" he whispered as his shoulders slumped.

staring at him in horror and betrayal, you felt your chest clench in pain and confusion. you don't know if you heard it right but the thought of those mere words coming from him was enough to feel as if you were stabbed with a thousand knives.

not that you know how that feels.

your hands balled into fists and you tried to suppress your anger as you continued to walk towards him. seeing this, katsuki'a rage was further fueled as he grabbed two bottles of wine and threw them at your feet, the glass shattering into pieces.

you stood still at this action, as you watch him get another bottle and throw them at your feet again. you flinched and backed away, feeling the sharp shards of the glass dig at your feet, ankles, legs, and toes.

you stared up at him and saw his head buried in his hands.

you cannot take this. why would he... why would he resort to such violence when everything could be talked out.

"bakugo katsuki... to hell with you! you... i haven't done anything wrong! all i do is work properly and fulfill my duties as a hero! i've never neglected you as a fiance, i've never disrespected you as a pro hero, i've never humiliated you as a colleague. why must you treat me like this?!" you screamed back at him as the dam broke and tears fell rapidly down your face, mixing with the blood and wine at your feet.

at the sudden increase in your voice, katsuki finally looked at you and your frame, eyes widening as he saw the pool of blood and wine with pieces of glass at your feet. he was rooted in his place as you continued to speak up.

"i've never wanted to outshine you, katsuki. i've never wanted to become number one! heaven knows how much i hate this damned quirk, how much i can never feel the true warmth and touch of another person! i am no hero, i'm just someone incapable of pain and feelings" you muttered and looked at him in the eye, each of your words piercing his chest and leaving behind a bloody trail.

the pain of the shards digging into your flesh and the wine stinging your cuts was nothing compared to the suffocating emotions that clouded your mind and tormented your heart.

"y/n... your... your barrier... where is it? why, why are you wounded? is your quirk not-"

"no! i don't use my quirk around you katsuki! i trust you, i love you, why would i use it around you? i believed that you will never hurt me, i never felt the need to activate it because i felt safe around you" you muttered and lowered your head to suppress your hiccups and stop your tears.

with those words, katsuki realized just how much damage he had done in the last few minutes. he was well aware that your quirk had always been there since you were four, and that you took a lot of time learning how to deactivate it. he thought however, that all this time, you activated it around him too, which added to the hate he felt.

he tried to reach for you but you backed away.

"hah... there's too much resentment and hidden hatred in this relationship. you see me as a rival rather than your fiancee. this..." you took in a sharp breath and removed the engagement ring on your finger.

"this won't work anymore" you said and put it on the counter. katsuki scrambled to put it back on you, grabbing hold of your hands...

only to realize that your barrier was already there.

his eyes turned somber and his whole body stilled. you leaned towards him and pressed a kiss to his cheek, although he never felt your lips, only the cold surface of your barrier.

"let's not meet again."

you turned away and began to walk out, leaving a trail of blood and wine footprints as the shards of glass pressed deeper into your skin. you slammed the door and bakugo felt his heart and hopes shatter at the same time.

his eyes glanced at the silver ring you wore, sitting on the countertop. a small reminder of the countless what if's that will keep him up for the nights to come. cold, dark nights without you by his side.

true to your words, the japanese news headlines the next day was filled with your announcement about moving to australia, to continue your hero career in there, and to never return to japan again.

the following week, the hero rankings changed.

he stood at the number one spot.

he was the number one hero.

but at what cost?

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brightymir · 2 years

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𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 [𝐬𝐜𝐬]

》 cw: misspellings, canon violence, gore, backstory spoilers for all, explicit themes for douma

》 genre: angst

》 — muzan, kokushibo, douma, akaza

a/n: i've been gone for sooo long and i am genuinely sorry for that. i've been busy with school but now that it's out of the way, i can fully focus on this blog now! i will tend to the overdue reqs after this work. i hope this makes up for the time i was not around :) hope you enjoy this and have a lovely day!

》 THANK YOU GUYS FOR 800 FOLLOWERS, I TREASURE YOU ALL 《

synopsis: a tragedy separated you both. years later, he comes face to face with you. only this time, you were his greatest enemy. a demon and a demon slayer? this was bound to get messy.

❄︎ muzan kibutsuji

you just finished putting on your haori after a dip at the hot spring, relieving the tension in your muscles after a long mission up north. after tying the ribbon at your waist, the air suddenly grew heavy and the scent of the winds changed, filled with bloodlust.

you feigned ignorance and bent down to pick your towel up, avoiding any movement that could arouse suspicion. when you felt a presence approach you, you dipped youe hand swiftly in the spring to retrieve your sword, unsheathing it with a wave and striking behind you.

you turned around and met face to face with a demon.

not just any demon, but the demon lord himself — kibutsuji muzan.

the recognition brought a feeling of uneasiness over you, making your lips quiver. you put some distance between you and him, still unaware of what he was capable of.

he frowned, baffled by the reaction on your face. any regular demon slayer would either be horrified or angry. but all he saw on your face was dilemma and uncertainty. you scoffed and took a defensive stance.

"what? all the human meat got so much to your brain you can't even recall who i am?" you spat out in a harsh voice, which took him by surprise.

recall? why? who are you? he has never come across you yet. if he met someone as skilled and beautiful as you, he would've surely consumed you already.

the confusion and scrutiny on his gaze further bubbles up the anger deep inside of you. how can this filthy animal kill your father and now face you, not remembering his crimes? just how heartless could he become?

you charged at him, but he swiftly evaded your attack. but you kept swinging your sword, its nichirin blade effectively cutting through the material of his clothes. he was taken aback, not every hunter he came across could get so close to him.

he knew well that the ubuyashiki family started the corps not long ago, but for them to hone you into such a fine swordsman, they must be exhausting quite the resources.

tears began to sting your eyes as you saw how his eyes glimmered with amusement. he was not taking you seriously, because he can't remember clearly, can he? of course not! the demon lord does not bat an eyelid to anyone around him, to anything around him.

you measured the consequences of your next actions; you were the best swordsman the corps has so far, seven months into its founding. you have a few heirs under your wing and have been training them well.

it would be fine, right? to avenge your father, even if it means giving your own life.

"that filthy body of yours, the strength flowing in your bones and flesh..." you trailed off and continued to swing your sword at him, aiming for his neck. the most you could do was little grazes, and muzan was still hesitating to land any blow at you, waiting for your next words.

"...it all came from my father. from his medicines and prescriptions. from the herbs i handpicked from the mountains. i'd blame my father for creating an abomination like you, but you beat me to it. you killed the very person that was willing to give you a hand" you continued rapidly, each word laced with a burning hatred for the demon before you.

at your words, muzan was suddenly pulled into a trance. he began to see it.

a sunny day, a little kid in a kimono, hands outstretched towards him. it was all but a silhouette, and he could never make out the face of the little child.

and he felt it.

the warmth from the person's fingertips gliding on his waist and shoulders, guiding his every little step, careful with his frail body.

and he heard it.

the melodious sound of their laughter as they ran around trying to catch the butterfly. the smooth and neat flow of the voice from their throat as they sang him a lullaby to help him fall into a slumber.

and he saw it.

it was you. yes, you. a much more younger, carefree, and lively you.

pulled out from a trance, his crimson eyes meet yours. you were gasping for breath, while he remained composed. only, the despair in his eyes was a dead give away to his intentions.

in a moment, you moaned and grunted as your spine hit tha trunk of the tree, making you gasp sharply from pain. his hand was wrapped around your neck as his nails dug sharply on your thin skin, creating crescent marks on it, but never impaling through the flesh.

the slit of his eyes went even thinner, maniacally. a large grin is now plastered on his face, and you knew right then and there that there was nothing you could do to get through him.

"you... tell me. where can i find the blue spider lily?" he asked in a worn, raspy voice. he was awaiting your answer as his eyes were focused solely on you.

your mouth fell open, shocked at how much this disgusting creature devolved into something so filthy, so low, that he was undeserving of life.

with all your strength, you pushed him away which made him stagger back, thrusting your blade deeply into his stomach, the hilt making contact with his skin. you wasted no time and lept up the branches of the tree, taking advantage of his slow regeneration.

when you were at a distance, you stopped to look at him one more time.

"you know, i never looked at you as a friend. i only did all of those out of pity" you said in a mocking voice, accompanied by a chuckle afterwards.

"after all, who would someone as weak and pathetic as you?" you said condescendingly, and began to flee from the scene.

your calculations were wrong, after all. kibutsuji muzan is undeniably strong, it was sheer luck that you made out of there alive, because he was still unexperienced with his skills.

you knew there wouldn't be a next time. because the next time you two meet eye to eye, blood will be spilt so much, it will paint the entire town red.

red, like the color of his murderous and seductive eyes.

like the stain on his fingertips as he tried to speed up his regeneration.

like the color of the sky as the sun slowly peeked through the horizon, forcing him to retreat.

crimson red, like the day you lost the young man you've grown attached to.

❄︎ kokushibo / michikatsu

you began to go down the hill, where you visited your son and granchildren after a few months. you were much older than the other members of the corps, yet they were much more skilled than you are, so you knew you had to catch up.

the wind blew differently this time, you heard the sudden crisp in it, as well as the shift in its temperature as it caressed your skin. with long yet composed stride, you began to walk away from the mini village, knowing full well the dangers if you stayed there.

you were two kilometers away, when the wind began to feel suffocating.

and you were face to face with him — your ex-husband.

one of the reasons you joined the corps was indeed to relocate him. but you were a few months late, the head of the ubuyashiki family explaining that your husband turned his back on the corps and its cause. and decided to pursue demonhood in an attempt to achieve immortality.

you did want to see michikatsu again, but not like this. not when you two were parallels, whose ends will never meet.

his eyes began to study you and you began to feel clammy and felt yourself go rigid under his gaze. no matter how shitty he was for leaving you and your son so suddenly, it is undeniable that your heart still yearns for him.

there were so many things you wanted to tell and ask him, but your throat went dry at the mere sight of him. he stood dignified in his purple kimono, his long and healthy locks pulled up together in a high ponytail. the demon slayer mark on the sides of his face radiant and glowing. he looked the same as the day he left.

only this time, one of you had to strike the other down, because you two were natural enemies. both created and homed to ruin the other, destroy and incapacitate the other.

"michi... where have you been all this time?" you managed to croak out, still fighting back tears from this unexpected reunion. his six eyes went wide at the same time, still never leaving your form.

the silence reigned the air, and you cannot determine the wind between the two of you right now. it was all a mixture of desire, longing, regrets, sadness, and most importanly: confusion.

"what nonsense do you speak of? who are you?" he responded and you noticed that he finally put his guard up. you were taken aback by his reponse, verbally and physically. his hand began to travel to the handle of his sword as he assumed a battle stance.

in a swift movement, he dashed forward to you but you were quick to evade, only having a few locks of your hair cut by his sword. you jumped up and unsheathed your sword, against your mind's will but your body solely relied on reflex at this point.

but what's the point of relying on your emotions and feelings at this point? those feelings will only get you killed.

"i... do you really not remember us?" you asked as you swiftly dodged his attacks. it was clear to see that he aimed to kill you and move on to the village you were just in. the thought alone made you shiver and ponder just how much he has changed.

michikatsu tsugikuni is not the man you used to know, not the man you love, not the man you married, not the man you chose to spend the rest of your life with. yes, because he's not even a man at this point, he's just a bloodthirsty creature who only yearns for immortality. nothing but a faithful dog for his demon lord.

"or do you just refuse to remember? you refuse because you know how much of a mistake you made?!" you screamed and unleashed the third form of stone breathing, making him stagger back.

he was pulled into a trance at that moment.

it was a cloudy day, as he was preparing to exit the temple after offering his prayers to his late mother. he bumped into someone, whose face he couldn't quite make out.

and he felt it.

the soft and careful hands of the person as it glided along his shoulders, easing the muscles from tension that had built up from training.

and he heard it.

the gentle voice that came from their throat as they lulled the baby in their arms to sleep, a sight that michikatsu always treasured.

however, he was no longer michikatsu, was he? he was now kokushibo, and he works for the demon lord. he gave up his humanity in exchange for immortality and limitless powers and strength.

he gave up his love for his brother the day he realized that he was never going to be able to outshine the one that was blessed by the heavens.

he gave up all his regard for the world and the weak when he pursued his dreams and walked down the path of demonhood.

he gave up his family, the moment he decided to become better than everyone else.

but that didn't matter to him, in the end, he got what he wanted after all. strength, power, inflicting fear on people, immortality.

you charged at him again, pinning him against a tree. he might be a demon now who has endless stamina and porwess unlike your body that was exhausted from all the events earlier. you pressed the blade against his neck which took him by surprise.

he was still a young demon, after all. still has flaws and is still unable maneuver his abilities and gifts diligently.

"what... who even are you? why do you hold so much grudge against me?" he queried which only fueled the burning passion and hatred that was boilin in the pit of your stomach.

unexpectedly, tears began to stream down your face as you felt conflicted on how to deal with him. as a demon slayer, it is your duty to hie him down as soon as you see an opening and weakness. but, as his ex-partner, all you wanted to do was hold him until time permits.

you backed away from him and entered a battle stance at the foot of the hill, denying him of any access to the village. "i will never allow you to step foot in our son's and grandchildren's home. even if it means that this place becomes my burial site"

your words took him aback, but he was not fazed by your threats. however, just as he took a step forward, something caught his eyes.

the moon glimmered down on the gem on your finger, reflecting the light and illuminating the small, dark space between the two of you.

at this, kokushibo didn't know why he had an urge to back out and just leave you be. so he did.

and he only realized it when muzan was giving him lashings and locked him in a room full of wisteria to punish him from his weakness.

ah.

you were once his. and he was once yours.

he once had a sunny life ahead of him, full of warmth with you and your family.

however, there was no point in dwelling on them.

because you two have become intersecting lines. bound to meet once, and to drift apart forever after the enounter.

❄︎ douma

during the cult meeting, you have already caught the eye of the master, his rainbow eyes focused on you during the six hour long ceremony. you were not oblivious to his stares, how could you be when he was gazing at you with so mucj intensity?

you were kneeling in front of douma, your eyes trained on the ground and head bowed slightly. the footsteps from the estate caretaker gradually receded, until all that was left was silence.

he stood up and walked to you, using two fingers to lift your face, meeting his eyes.

the colorful eyes of the monster who took the life of your sister.

and robbed your nephew of a mother.

you calmed your nerves and covered up the murderous glint in your eyes, replacing it with utter devotion and adoration for the man. you took a sharp breath when his hands began to wander, as you recoiled your stomach to hide the nichirin dagger you hid inside.

he helped you to your feet as his eyes were still trained on yours, his tongue running along his sharp teeth.

he led you to his sofa bed, as he sat on it and pulled you on his lap. you sucked in a harsh breath as a flood of memories began to return to your mind.

this is what exactly happened fifteen years ago, this same room, the same vibe, the same scent, and the same foul creature. you, splayed out on his lap as he conversed with your younger sister. naive you and your little sister kotoha, with your nephew inosuke, gathered around this demon as if he's your savior.

when his hands began to fiddle with the ribbons of your kimono, you knew you had to act now, when all of his focus was on his lust.

you moved swiftly, fingers moving quickly to retrieve the dagger kept within the folds of your clothes, the scent of wisteria covered with the prostitute's perfume you soaked the blade in earlier.

you struck the dagger to his stomach, effective in your feat as he was clearly taken aback. you pulled the dagger out and stabbed his chest without much difficulty. when you looked up at him, a lazy smile was hanging on his lips.

you looked back in horror and pulled the dagger out, aiming for his neck. however, his large hands held your wrist as he flipped you over and pressed you against the cushion.

"ah, i knew it was you. i would never forget such a beautiful face" your breath hitched in your throat when he revealed his dashing smile, fangs out in view for you to enjoy and marvel in. one of his hands was on your hips to keep you still while the other took the nichirin blade from your hand.

damn it. if you will die, you must at least, bring him with you to ruins, drag him down with you to hell.

"fuck you, i fucking hate you! you ruined our lives" you choked out and clawed at his neck, but he quickly subdued you with his strength, his sharp nails grazing your thin skin.

"oh? but weren't you and your little sister the ones who were too nosy for your own good? i was planning to keep you both by my side until your last breath, but your pretty little sister just had to run away" he said and chuckled, pressing his face to your neck.

you struggled against him and kicked, but to no avail. even though the upper moon two was quite small in stature and build, the strength he held in his frame was remarkable. a knock on the door snapped you from your struggle.

"master douma, he has given permission" you heard the familiar voice of the caretaker. the next thing you felt was his smile against your skin.

and his fangs piercing through your flesh.

you screamed in agony and thrashed wildly, trying to get away from him. the pain you felt right now was comparable to the pain you felt when you saw kotoha fall to her death all those years ago.

you felt the venom spread through your veins.

your mind went hazy and you had the urge to throw up as your surroundings became blurry. so many voices talking around you and trying to snap you from the abyss you're falling into.

you felt your heart beat stop.

as you lie limpless in douma's arms, eyes a shade of deep crimson as your mind went blank. your mouth began to water, thirsty for some flesh and blood.

"so perfect, so good for me. splendid, you survived your transformation! i shall reward you generously, my darling" he said as he helped you sit up, his hands brushing the strands of hair away from your face.

the caretaker came in, dragging three females, unconscious but unharmed. you stood up and looked at douma, asking for permission. he grinned and nodded, nudging you to the direction of the bodies. and you wasted no time in pouncing on the bodies.

douma leaned back and basked in the view, you were like a wild animal, starved and yearning for a meal, who stumbled on its prey.

your hands clawed at the exposed flesh of your victims, fangs breaking through their skin and having a feast as y u drowned in the sweetness and pleasure brought by their flesh and blood. the demon watching you laughed in delight as you finished, all bloodied and messy.

you walked back to him as you tried to clean yourself, hating the sticky feeling of drying blood. he met your eyes and directed his gaze to the floor by his feet. you obliged and sat by his foot, snaking one arm around his leg as the other was still busy cleaning yourself.

he smiled and took your face in his hands, cradling it gently as he wiped the remnants of blood on your lips.

"yes, you'll be by my side forever. something that your sister failed to do, you shall now make up for" he said and sighed in contentment.

you felt like you were on cloud nine at that moment, but you can't helo but feel that something was missing.

something was not right.

but you couldn't pinpoint what was. especially when you can't remember a thing, and all your mind could do was draw blank.

you were convinced however, that something was out of place.

and your biggest evidence was the nichirin dagger abandoned on the floor a few feet away, the faint scent of wisteria still lingering in the air.

❄︎ akaza

you were sitting at the far corner of the hall, enjoying the view before you. your students sparred against each other, swords clanging against one another creating a ringing sound across the packed hall.

your eyes then flew to the well-hidden figure on the second level of your estate. it was leaning on the windowsill and gazing below, at your students and their fatigued bodies, but still continued to fight.

ten minutes later, you stood up from your place and dismissed them, telling them to enjoy their holiday tomorrow and that training will be on hold for a week.

"there's no point hiding. you visit my dojo almost every week" you said and stared straight ahead, feeling the wind flutter as his figure descended behind you.

there he was, the man who killed your father and martial brothers.

no, to be precise, he's become inhuman. just like the strength he possesses.

you turned around and met his eyes, even though you wanted to look at the tattoos adorned on his body. he had a suppressing aura, and you faltered for a second, but steeled yourself rather quickly, refusing to give the demon an opening.

walking closer, his eyes began to stare you up and down, wondering how much strength you hold in your body. he was overly interested in strength, has a strong desire to fight strong opponents and use his skills wisely.

when there was only a foot separating the both of you, he stopped and gave you a large grin. then, without warning, he lunged his fist straight at your face, which you evaded with ease.

he laughed loudly at this, the sound bouncing of the walls of the empty hall. "hah! not bad for someone like you who runs this small dojo. you know, ever since i came here, i never saw you spar with your students, not even once" he berated and chuckled to himself.

you balled your fists and tried to contain the simmering anger forming in the pit of your stomach.

"i'm in the mood for a fight, i've been itching for some action. do you mind?" he said and put a distance between the two of you, assuming a battle stance.

you were but a little kid back then, hiding behind the sack of rice as you watched this person beat your father and brothers to a pulp, not leaving them even with an inch of life. all you could do was hide in silence and watch as they slowly slipped through your fingers.

twenty years later, you were confident that you were no longer the weakling that hid behind those sack.

you took a sword hanging from one of the walls, the best one of course, made by your swordsmith. upon seeing the sword, akaza laughed in excitement and his aura further increased, excitement painted all over his face.

"ohohohoho! you're a demon slayer! i wouldn't have suspected that, my, this has become even more fun now!" he said and went in to attack you. however, you read his attack well and evaded, making it possible for you to cut off his left arm.

he stopped in his tracks and grinned widely, looking at you with even more exhilaration. he kept on attacking with his fists and legs, not relenting and that only fueled your anger and hatred for this demon.

those fists and legs were the very same ones that pulverized your family's bodies. the body you were striking right now was the reason why you hugged the unrecognizable corpses of your father and brothers.

he landed a punch on your stomach, which made you recoil from the sheer strength as blood dripped down the side of your lips. you counterattacked and struck him in the sides, the nichirin blade doing its work as he took some time to regenerate.

"you... you piece of shit. your filthy fists and legs, deserve to burn under the sun. they're all fucking useless, all those limbs are fucking useless, you only use them to take lives mercilessly and to steal from others!" you screamed all your agony at him and attacked once more.

he was taken aback but refused to lower his guard. as your attacks grew in power, his attacks became great in range and efficiency. his blood demon art that he was developing was beginning to take effect as he analyzed the flow of your battle spirit.

"huh, what the hell are you talking about?" he murmured and delivered a blow to your sides and severely wounding you. you sighed and cursed to yourself, knowing that trying to relive the past would be utterly useless.

you steeled yourself and disregarded your nichirin blade, throwing it to the floor as you assumed a stance that your father had taught you from an early age. seeing that you decided to meet him eye to eye, akaza went ballistic and even more excited.

it was blows after blows, endless rain of kicks, stinging sensation of hits, bloodied cheeks, broken bones and bruised eyes. your stamina and energy was beginning to drop rapidly as you fought to stay awake and end the demon who took everything away from you.

you collapsed to the floor and coughed, trying to cleanse your throat of the blood that was blocking your airflow. you wheezed, trying to get any oxygen in your lungs and hoping to regain your strength.

he then squatted and came face to face with you. his eyes analyzing each movement from your body. when you coughed blood up again, he grimaced and stood up, walking away from you.

what?

is he not going to kill you? or pulverize you to a pile kf flesh and blood?

"w-wait" you croaked out which made him turn to look at you. he tilted his head and waited for your words, making no move to make you his next meal. "you're just gonna leave? you won't kill me?"

he scoffed and turned away, continuing to walk away. "tch, you're not worthy of death, you're too weak to die. until the time comes that you're strong, that's when i'll kill you" he replied and disappeared into the night.

you chuckled and sighed. the door to the changing room creaked and you turned to look at it. the door was slightly ajar, and you saw one of your young students peeking through the gap, shaking and visibly scared.

ah, shit.

you waved your hand and beckoned him to you. he obliged and came, helping you to your feet. he then assisted you to the nursemaid of your estate.

"you scared?" you asked and gave him a lazy smile.

"no! we, under no circumstances, should be scared" he replied bravely even though the tears in his eyes said otherwise.

resting in your bed, you looked out of the window and stared at the moon resting high up the sky as your crow slept on your windowsill.

you wondered, if you'll ever have the strength and skills to pulverize the demon.

if you'll ever live to see the day where you can avenge your family with your bare hands.

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brightymir · 2 years

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》 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐈𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒

》 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑 900 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒

hello everyone! this is kite.

these days, i keep finding myself with little to no motivation to finish or do any tasks that i promised to do. i am unable to finish reading those in my to read list. unable to watch any new animes or series [only finished tua s3 bc my sister watched it with me]. and to top it off, i have been in an endless writer's block ever since vacation have started.

i know i said that i'll dedicate my summer to this blog, but i really have no idea how things went south and instead, only made a few updates since then.

i don't know if it's the lack of ideas right now or i'm just burnt out and can't think of anything, but i think this is the best option for this blog and for me.

i'd like to apologize for this sudden activity. i know the feeling of looking forward to an update from a blog that you like and the comfort their works bring since i have always been a silent reader before i became a writer. i'd like to think that my works brings you guys happiness and comfort, so i'm sorry for this inconvenience.

i am very, thoroughly grateful for all the support and love you have all continued to give me despite my absence and sudden inactiveness. it is a blessing to still wake up and receive 99+ notifications from this app. i am amazed at how my works from six months ago still gain attention and notes. i am very happy with all your support and love.

this will only be an indefinite hiatus. until i can find it in myself to write again and give you satisfactory and quality works, i will continue to make myself better and improve my creativity.

my classes start on 1st of august. hopefully by then, i would have updated my masterlist a lot of times.

thank you so much and always keep safe.

i love you all! until then!

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brightymir · 2 years

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guess who's getting off her writer's block 😋😋

#I MISSED YOU GUYS #omg #I HOPE IM NOT YET FORGOTTEN #school resumed so i guess that's where my motivation comes from #WAIT FOR ME A FEW MORE DAYS AND I'LL HAVE SOMETHING UP !!!!#mwa mwa #brightymir #by.kite

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brightymir · 2 years

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:0cc back from hiatus?? Hello!

🦂

OMGGG hello my dear lobster anon! yes i think i'll be coming back from my hiatus ^^ i have some free time from school rn and i'm working on a new ****** fic as well hehe THANK YOU FOR WAITING OMG MWA

#by.kite #lobster anon #thank you for the wait #kite.talks #brightymir

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brightymir · 2 years

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aaa hii! this is my first time doing an ask😅 hopefully this isn’t the wrong time bc i found your acc the day you announced hiatus, but i just wanted to say i’ve gone through a bunch of the kny writings you’ve done and i’ve enjoyed them so much❤️ i usually don’t reach out but i had to this time—they are lovely!

okay i’m done😭 i hope you’re enjoying your break, take care of yourself!<3

HELLOOOO OMG THIS MEANS A LOT TO ME 🥺🥺 it's been almost two months since i went on hiatus and i've been caught up in school these past few weeks so i'm really glad to see that people still enjoy my works! fun fact, i lose track of time when i write kny works and i'm more onto the tiny details when writing for it.

thank you so much for this!! i really really appreciate these kinds of messages <3 i promise to continue giving quality fics mwaa!

#brightymir #by.kite #THIS IS SO CUTE #I LOVE THIS #IM CRYING #YOU'RE TOO KIND PLS #thank you #kite.talks

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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 [𝐬𝐜𝐬]

cw: language, not proofread

genre: fluff

characters: izuku, katsuki, shoto, tenya x gn!reader

author's notes: a little something from me before going back to doing reqs! i hope you guys enjoy this one <3

𖣔 izuku midoriya

— "midoriya, can i borrow your notes from literature class?"

izuku went rigid as soon as he heard his last name come from your lips, not knowing how to reply. your eyes were set on your laptop, finishing your home work. it seemed that you absent mindedly blurted it out, but he was still reeling from it when you called for him once again.

"midoriya, do you have the notes?" you asked again, peeling your eyes from your laptop and turning to gaze at him instead.

he looked so lost and confused and you knew that a million thoughts was running through his mind at that moment. but he managed to get his notebook and hand it to you. "here you go, bub. it's incomplete though" he said slowly, and you hummed in return, muttering a small "thanks".

he thought about confronting you, but it's just a small matter, maybe you didn't even realize it because you were immersed in your homework.

that must be it, there's nothing to worry about.

"thanks for this, i'll go to tenya and see if he has complete notes"

what? tenya? tenya???? not iida, but, tenya?

but why'd you call him midoriya and not izuku?

are you mad at him?

before he could think, he already stood and held your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.

"did i do anything to upset you?" he asked quietly, making you widen your eyes as you heard the slight tremble in his voice and as his eyes began to gloss.

you quickly pulled him in a hug, chuckling as you felt him grab at the back of your sweater. you ruffled his fluffy hair as you felt him relax against you.

"it's just a prank, love. i didn't know you'd take it seriously" you explained, laughing heartily as he clung more, adamant on not letting you go.

"i though i made you upset" he murmured and buried his head in the crook of your neck, pressing light kisses along the expanse of it.

"oh, you could never, 'zuku" you replied, pressing a soft kiss to his temple, eliciting a content sigh from him.

𖣔 katsuki bakugo

— "what do you want for dinner, bakugo?"

stops whatever he's doing and turns to you with an incredulous look, expression screaming 'what the fuck did you say???' but you remained unfazed, looking back into the cabinet to reach for the spices.

it was silent for a few moments and when you turned back to look at katsuki, he was frowning at his lap, staring holes into them. you stifled a laugh, walking over to him.

"hey, bakugo, did you hear me?" you asked to his face, snapping your fingers. his eyes met yours, and you saw confusion and annoyance in his. in a blink of an eye, he lightly shoved you away from him, speaking in a rough voice.

"tch, whatever"

you paid no mind, refusing to give in this early in the prank. you only hummed and turned away, walking inside the kitchen to prepare dinner for the both of you.

unbeknownst to you, katsuki was already racking his brain if he did anything wrong to upset you or even make you mad. he tried to recall everything he did that day but he came up with nothing that could possibly upset you.

oh.

were you breaking up with him?

that must be it. you'll break up with him after dinner.

so he tried to delay it, eating his noodles excruciatingly slow, trying to find a way out of this situation. you raised a brow, wondering if something was wrong with the food.

"bakugo, is something wro-"

"oi, what ever happened to baby and all that shitty nicknames?" he blurted, playing with his chopsticks as he avoided your gaze. at this statement, you chuckled and finally let go of the laughter you've been controlling.

he then put the pieces in place and became annoyed, grunting and standing up from the table, you stumbled to hurry after him.

"wait a minute, kat!" he kept on walking.

"hey! baby come back here" he did not even flinch.

"love, it was just a prank" good luck on making him talk to you.

𖣔 shoto todoroki

— "got it, thanks todoroki"

will comically freeze and turn his head slowly to you, wondering if he heard things right. he saw you continue dribbling down on your reviewer, not minding what you just said

todoroki??? it's been ages since you last called him that, and what drove you to call him like that again? you noticed he was having an internal crisis so you spoke up again.

"hey, todoroki, you good?" you questioned him and this time, his confused eyes met yours, and you see surprise plastered all over his face.

he responded with a quick "mn" before writing down his own reviewer. you hid your smile and went back to your work as if nothing happened.

shoto's mind, on the other hand, was blank. he wanted to come up with something but there was nothing. he didn't do anything to upset you, none that he can recall that is.

wait a minute.

oh. was it the girl from the gen-ed course that was too clingy to him earlier? that must be it.

you noticed that he was completely spaced out and in a daze so you decided to end the prank, inching closer to him and cupping his face in your palms, making him look st you.

"it was just a prank, sho. don't get too worked up" you said and pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips, smiling in glee as it worked.

he let out a light chuckle, pinching your cheeks softly, realizing what just took place "you should tone it down with the pranks, love. i really worried there for a minute" he said and hugged you, making you hum in return.

"worried? why is that, huh?" you teased and leaned back.

"well there was this girl earlier in the lockers that pressed herself to me out of nowhere even though i tried to push her aw-" you cut him off before he can continue his words.

"oh? from which course and section is she from? i'd like to invite her for tea" you asked sweetly and fixed your hair, pulling away from shoto.

and ever sweet and kind shoto gave you the info you need, including the girl's profile and appearance.

𖣔 tenya iida

— "i honestly think iida's idea is really good"

it was something you said in passing when the class was discussing about a collaborative project. the others continued discussing but tenya's mind was focused on the words that left your lips.

huh? iida? sure you were with the others, but it's still alright to call him by his first name right?

"—kun? iida-kun? hey!" momo's voice shook tenya out of his daydream. momo noticed that his gaze was on you and she realized what was going on, so she called for a short tea break.

you excused yourself to get some stuff from your room, and the others shared a glance when iida followed shortly after you.

arriving at your room, you closed the door, only to be stopped by tenya's hand. you looked up at him with an inquisitive look, while he had a troubled look on his face.

"oh? is anything bothering you, iida?"

what? you two are alone now. what's with the last name basis?

"did i do anything to anger or upset you, sweetie?" he asked and held your hand gently, playing with your fingers while he rubbed his thumb across your knuckles. you failed at stifling yourself when you see how his lips quivered slightly.

"tenya! it's just a prank, hun. can't believe you fell for it" you said and messed his hair, laughing as his face began to turn red, his hand squeezing yours as he also chuckled at your silliness.

he began to reprimand you with his signature hand wave, saying "you shouldn't do that. it makes me worried and gets me off track, love" before pulling you in a hug.

you booped his nose, "you shouldn't be stressing too much, love. ease up" you replied and hugged him back tighter, not minding his next complaints about the prank you pulled.

walking back to the living room, mina glanced at you as tenya began to sit back next to momo to continue the discussion.

you winked back at her, mouthing a quick "it worked", eliciting a giggle from her.

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Weird request but- if that's okay could i request Zenitsu, Tanjiro and Inosuke with a demon slayer reader that comes from another country but knows doesn't know japanese? Like the first time they met for a mission they literally communicate with gestures. They do learn pretty quickly in the end but their lack of knowledge often leads to hilarious situations/shenanigans (So crack basically!!).

𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 [ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 / 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬]

cw: contains manga spoilers (entertainment district arc), language

word count: 1.1k

characters: tanjiro, inosuke, zenitsu x gn!reader

author's note: omggg this is the first req i've received and i'm glad that ppl want to read my works! i'll do my best here even though i'm not that good at crack! thank you sm and have a great day <3

oiran - used to address a high-ranking prostitute in taisho period of japan

kamaboko squad || hashira pt. 1 || hashira pt. 2

❄︎ tanjiro kamado

first and foremost this guy is amazed, and also kinda puzzled that demon slayers existed outside japan

you stumbled upon him when he was going undercover as a hostess too in the red light district

you two immediately recognized each other, because of his keen sense of smell and because of your sharp eyes

IT WAS A MESS

you resorted to just helping the people evacuate because you did not want to get in the way of combat

you learned japanese pretty quickly but there was still some naivety when it comes to their inside jokes and culture

a lot of dumb moments with this guy

it was a mess, because you two cannot understand each other. it was a whole two hours of gestures and drawing of diagrams and pictures. you had to hold back your laugh at tanjiro's poor illustration of his friends and the pillar. after confirming each other's identity, tanjiro brought you to the meet up place of him, inosuke, zenitsu and uzui.

there was one thing though, the language barrier. the only thing that made communication possible was because of uzui's knowledge of the language you speak, being a former shinobi

you managed to get your message across, that you'll be responsible for evacuating the people, since the four of them are the ones who are able to communicate during combat

after that, you sticked to tanjiro, and the two of you managed to understand each other. it was funny at times though, because you are gullible, and he's an airhead

"so, the pillar that night is the god of flamboyance?" you asked, you never knew that japan had these kinds of god. he nodded feverently as he continued to eat.

"how about you, which do you rule over?" you inquired and he stopped eating, looking straight at your eyes. he blinked once, twice, thrice.

"rule over?" he asked back

"yes, aren't you a god too?" you queried carefully. he put down his chopsticks and began to blink rapidly. he pointed to himself and tilted his head while looking back at you

"i'm a god?"

"are you not?" he seemed like someone who could be the god of honesty, because he was not capable of lying. he racked his brains for answers before giving a firm nod at you

"i am"

❄︎ inosuke hashibira

the two of you first met at his solo mission at a nearby town

you were on your way to the headquarters because oyakata-sama requested for some aid and manpower from foreign demon slayer corps

THIS GUY WILL UNDERSTAND IMMEDIATELY

his guesses are not on point but he gets what you're trying to say

even as you learn japanese steadily, this guy will make everything about him

teaches you boar language as well

you were staying at a rest house when a commotion occurred outside. grabbing your sword, you saw a boar head sparring with a demon. apparently, one managed to escape your hold earlier. you opted to get the people to safety to prevent damages

afterwards, you tried to introduce yourself to him and explain your situation but it took a few tries before he understood you (with the help of his kasugai crow).

you weren't able to meet oyakata-sama yet because of personal reasons, so inosuke insisted on taking a detour on the mountains, he taught you a few words that could be useful when communicating during missions

"so you're the boss?" you asked with wide eyes as he let out a boisterous laugh while nodding in agreement

"and you're also the god of the mountain?" you continued, watching as he relished in your acknowledgement and praise. "do you have a shrine? or a temple?" you asked, making him stop in his tracks

dear god you just inserted a new idea in his head.

the next time you meet him was when your aid was needed in a mission in the red light district. remembering that he told you that he was the boss, you exclaimed and greeted him from a distance

"oyakata-sama!!!" you shouted, making tanjiro and zenitsu freeze. uzui's eyes almost popped out of its sockets as he glared down at inosuke.

"WHAT NONSENSE HAVE YOU BEEN TEACHING THE FOREIGN MEMBER!? HOW DARE YOU INTRODUCE YOURSELF AS OYAKATA-SAMA!?"

you didn't mean to almost end inosuke's life by the hands of uzui, but, he is oyakata-sama? right?

❄︎ zenitsu agatsuma

exhilarated at the thought of a new female slayer joining their missions

TRIES SO HARD TO UNDERSTAND YOU

to the point he wants you to teach him your language

the two of you met at the butterfly estate when he was recuperating

you popped in sometimes during their training and during your breaks from japanese lessons

saves you from tanjiro's and inosuke's dumb concepts

"y/n-chaaaan~" he called out upon hearing your footsteps approach them, making him pause from training. he grumbled in annoyance when aoi pulled him back.

introduction was quick, because his enthusiasm went through the roof, and he understood your drawings and diagrams and broken japanese while explaining your circumstances

literally pulls you away from tanjiro and inosuke because he knows that those two will try to trick you into believing false things about japan and its culture

however, he can't always keep his eyes on you

so one day, when you two were training, you brought up a topic that you got from a reliable source (tanjiro and inosuke)

"hey, zenitsu, what's it like being an oiran?" you asked innocently, cleaning the blade of your sword. zenitsu, on the other hand, looked like he was about to butcher two people soon

"w-wha- where did you even get that term?" he asked slowly but you can see his eyes filled with bloodlust. oh how he wanted to bury his friends 6ft underground right now

"well, tanjiro and inosuke told me that you were an oiran" you said, making steam go out of zenitsu's ears

"what did they tell you it meant?" he treaded lightly, making you turn to him confusedly. "well, they told me it is used to address someone who almost turned into a spider" you answered back and zenitsu did not whether to laugh or cry. "i heard about the natagumo mountain mission, there are a lot of oiran in the corps, huh?" you muttered to yourself

safe to say, zenitsu made tanjiro and inosuke feel what it feels to be almost turned into a spider

#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny x reader #demon slayer x reader #tanjiro x reader #inosuke x reader #zenitsu x reader #gn reader #x reader #kny headcanons #foreign reader #kny fandom #by.kite #kite.hcs #kite.scs #kite.writes

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Hello, I saw your headcanons and scenarioes for the Kamaboko Squad with a foreign reader. Could you do a version of that with some of the Hashira, please?

𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐓. 2 [𝐡𝐜𝐬/𝐬𝐜𝐬]

cw: misspellings, not proofread

genre: fluff, crack

characters: tengen, mitsuri, shinobu, gyomei x gn!reader

author's notes: i'm not really good with crack so i'm quite surprised that my work about foreign demon slayer got a lot of attention! less crack for this one just because hashiras are built like that. thank you so much for these requests, i hope you like this <3

kamaboko squad || hashira pt.1 || hashira pt. 2

❄︎ tengen uzui

knows quite a few languages but he was challenged when he realized he doesn't know yours

doesn't know whether to be curious or cautious of you, because you might be cursing at him and he wouldn't know about it

would understand you quite quickly though, no drawings needed because he can decipher what you're trying to say

gets annoyed when you talk in your native language, because he also wants to know the tea

studies your language so that he can converse with you properly and smoothly

"my fine swordsmen, i'd like to introduce you to y/n l/n, a reinforcement from a foreign hunter corps. i hope to see you all get along with them" oyakata-sama said, making the hashiras raise their head in unison, turning to look at one another.

you stood to the side, a few feet away from hinaki. you had a straight look on your face, not bothering to meet the eyes of the hashiras, even though their eyes bore holes into you. tengen deduced something from your behavior.

boring!

but what he didn't expect was for you to be by his side in an instant, faster than he could blink. and he was surprised when you bowed down and spoke in a stiff and broken japanese, greeting them.

flamboyant! there are room for improvements!

since that day, tengen would always attach himself to you. you found it weird, because there was no reason to, and you were sure that the sound hashira had a lot on his plate and has no time to hang around you.

but he was keen on making you learn japanese and making you teach him your own language. he also made you accustomed to their tradition and culture, so it was an everyday ordeal of dealing with the flamboyanly loud hashira of the japan demon corps.

"wait, so you have three wives?" you asked as you let him paint your eye similar to the makeup on his own. he hummed and finished the edges before sitting back and staring at you.

"yes! and they are all flamboyant!" he replied.

you hummed and stared at him, bewildered at this confirmation. he watched as you begin to drown in your thoughts before snapping his finger in front of you.

"you won't survive back in my country" you muttered and stood up to look at your reflection in the mirror. he snorted and stared at your reflection, "why? there aren't a lot of beautiful ladies there?"

you turned around and stared at him, watching his face pale at your next sentence.

"polygamy is not allowed there. the man's genitalia is cut off when discovered having two or more wives"

tengen made it his mission to never ever step foot in your country.

❄︎ mitsuri kanroji

very much fascinated and excited when you were assigned to assist her in a mission

would take a bit of time to understand you but she'll very patient with it, taking time to know you

smitten with you whenever you talk in your language because she finds it really powerful and attractive

oh and when you learn to converse smoothly in japanese, talking with the other hashiras (prolly roasting sanemi) she'd go all heart-eyed because your sharp accent is just so fine

please cook your native cuisine and let her know the recipe of it!

"breath of love, sixth form: kitty paw love breeze!" she exclaimed in japanese before quickly finishing off the demon before her, her eyes faltering to you as you faced off against a demon with four heads.

"breath of leaf, swaying cordate blade!" you said in your language, effectively finishing off the demon in one go. mitsuri exclaimed in joy and rushed to you, squishing you in her hug, making you wary and alert of not pressing in too much at her breasts.

after that, mitsuri often requested that you join her in her missions, as long as you are alright with it. she'd also teach you japanese during free time and would rejoice whenever you made a lot of improvement.

regardless where you're from, she'd ask you to taste your cooking and also teach her the recipe and process. she's glad to have another food buddy besides from obanai (who still scares you btw) but mitsuri reassures you that it is fine.

she always talks to you about your hometown and asks questions about your place and history and culture, really interested in your origin and stories. you also maintain the same enthusiasm with her stories and experiences.

"your hair turned like this from eating too much mochis?" you queried and caressed her hair before proceeding to braid it. you played with the strands while she continued to eat the waffles you made for her.

"yes! i was shocked to see it like this one day when i woke up" she replied and happily munched on her food. you chuckled and continued braiding it.

"i think it's really beautiful, you'd be a town beauty and men would fight over you in my country" you reassured her as you fumbled to hold her hair in place as she scrambled to look at you.

"really?! i wish to go there when everything's peaceful here" she said, making you smile widely.

"i'll be your personal guide when the time comes" you chuckled and fastened her hair.

"i'm counting on it then!"

❄︎ shinobu kocho

very very wary and cautious of you but you'd never notice because she'd always give you a smile

not going to lie, it will take quite some time for her to open up to you and become close to you

but she heard from aoi that you were quite skilled in medicine, she was intrigued by you and let herself know you better

would be very enthusiastic about your culture and history as time passes, also teaches you japanese in her spare time

would concoct potions with you and enjoys your company during missions since it is like a breath if fresh air from the other hashiras

she'd act casual and nonchalant around you at first because she viewed you just like anyone else, just viewed you as another swordsman who wanted to eradicate demons.

alas, you two were paired up for a mission where a suspected kizuki was to be caught. she studied you more and noted your personality during the battle, making her feel a little bit more close to you

you also made efforts to get to know her and upon learning from aoi that you were also skilled medically, she realized that it was quite fine to be more open to you, more willing to be close to you.

you two would then begin researching potions and medicines together, your added knowledge making her existing potions much more efficient. when she has nothing better to do, she'd listen to your stories about your homeland and even give you tips and advices in speaking japanese properly.

"woah, you can make medicines on the spot? just after seeing the symptoms?" you marveled at her capabilities, wary of your surroundings to not break or mess anything in her lab. she chuckled lightly while bending to peek at her microscope.

"yes, it took me some to do it, but it paid off well in the en- hey, wait! no! stay away from that one" she cut herself off when she saw you bend down, sniffing a tube that contained a purple liquid. the panic was evident on her face, but her relaxed stance said that it wasn't lethal.

you felt your body heat up as the things around you become more hazy by the second. shinobu saw the way your cheeks become tinted pink and a large grin formed on your lips.

"shinobu-chan~, i really think you're quite cute" you admitted, followed by a soft chuckle as you walked towards her, making grabby hands.

shinobu laughed to herself, giggling at the quick effect of the potion she made. she let herself be engulfed in your hug.

well, that potion was made to bring out a creature's thoughts and to disable the creature from lying. it was reserved for upper moons.

but shinobu did not mind you reeling from its effects. you are quite cute yourself too.

❄︎ gyomei himejima

is pleased that a new member is added, delighted by the thought of strengthening their corps

very much amazed and curious about your origins but is quite shy around you because he worries that his size might scare you

you strike up a conversation first just because, and it's unlikely he would

he'd teach you their language, history and culture. he also wants to train with you if you give him the chance to

very glad and moved that you find comfort in his presence

you introduced yourself to the hashiras in broken japanese, grimacing as you see some of them try to stifle their laughs. your face become drained of color when the largest man suddenly started crying, making you panic.

is your japanese really that bad?!

the yellow-red haired fellow assured you that it was just how the stone pillar acts, so you relax a bit. you come to know that he's actually blind but that makes him more remarkable and interesting.

you striked up a conversation with him the next meeting, seeing him surprised when you approached him. you noticed that he had his guard up but you did not press on this matter, just wanting to know more about him.

he heard you one day hanging around genya and patiently listening to his story. he was amazed at how you managed to make the boy calm and warm up to you immediately. after this, gyomei began to see, perceive, you in a new light.

he'd teach you japanese from time to time, correcting your pronunciation and the proper stresses of the syllables. he often felt you staring at the prayer beads he always holds, which were all about the size of your fist. he brushed it off and instead, opted to learning more about your culture and traditions.

"gyomei-san, how did you become this big? i mean! i mean, you're just so tall and amazing and wow" you fumbled with your words, not knowing how to word your compliment properly.

"well, i just awakened something inside me and my strength pushed me to this stature" he replied smoothly, overlooking the mistakes in your japanese. he again felt your stare on his beads, so he removed them from his neck, handing it to you.

it was a mere necklace for him. but it looked like a rope in your hands.

"god! oof, humff, urgh" he heard you struggle to hold it, but he did not make a move to help you, knowing you were more than capable of holding it yourself.

you got it after a few moments, four beads resting on your palms while the rest dangled off, reaching up to your lower legs. you stared back at gyomei, "these are really exquisite and fine beads" you said.

he hummed and fished something out from his uniform pocket, handing it to you. it was a replica of his beads, but it was much more smaller in size, making it possible for him to put it around your neck.

"namu amidabutsu" he said as tears began to flow from his eyes again.

you hummed and closed your eyes, caressing the beads around your neck. "namu amidabutsu"

additional a/n: after my intense yoriichi brainrot last week, i am now experiencing intense and hyper gyomei brainrot as of now. i based off his prayer beads off of my height, but i surmise that his beads are much more larger than my fists honestly.

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𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊 [𝐡𝐜𝐬]

cw: gojo slander (jokes only!)

genre: fluff

characters: yuuji, megumi, nobara, toge, maki x gn!reader

author's note: sorry for the irregular updates! this is the second update for today! i have a lot of works stored in the drafts but i tend to finish and answer reqs first (which are mainly for mha and kny) i hope you like this and have a wonderful day!

𑁍 itadori yuuji

(i'd like to establish the fact that yuuji always pouts when you prank him)

so yes, he pouts the first time you do it

because you love his kisses, always asking for one when the opportunity arises

so he was a bit confused and hurt when you ducked out of the way

he’d go in for another kiss, only for you two to lean to your right to avoid it

he’s so confused and hurt at this gesture so he tries to think if he did anything wrong to upset you or make you act like this

then it clicks in his head

it might be because he used the wrong detergent, and the whites are now stained with color

his eyes go wide and he tried to lean in for a kiss again, testing his theory, proving it right when you avoided again, frowning at him this time

his eyes gloss with tears, clinging to your arms and refusing to let go until you stop avoiding his kisses

you give in after five minutes only because he also decided to tickle you while kissing you, making you unable to evade his kisses, a big smile on his face

“okay okay, it’s just a prank” you admitted and kissed his cheeks softly, earning a giggle and playful smack on your arm

he leaned in to press a quick kiss to your lips before resting his head on your chest

“hey, i’m sorry for the laundry, i didn’t mean to mix them”

your eyes went wide, nudging him off your chest, making him look at you confusedly

“YUUJI! WHAT DID YOU DO TO THE LAUNDRY?!”

oh, so you weren’t mad about that

𑁍 megumi fushiguro

(it is hard to coax him after a prank so why did you even think about doing this)

but you do anyways, and he catches up on early, knowing it’s a prank

but you don’t know how to yield, so you keep on evading it for THREE WHOLE DAYS (payback for that handholding thing maybe)

convinced that it isn’t a prank because you cannot resist his kisses

he rarely gives you kisses so you usually cherish each but you’ve kept on evading them for three days, it’s not a prank? right?

he racked his mind to think if he ever did anything to make you mad or upset

did gojo put you up to this? he might just punch that mop hair one of these days

did gojo record the other day when a girl asked him for directions and misled you into believing he was flirting?

that can’t be right, you won’t believe gojo that easily

but what if it’s right? what if you’re fed up? then what?

so he does the right thing, he takes you to the theater to see a movie and bought you dinner afterwards

“so uhh, about um, how do i...” he trailed off, not knowing how to bring it up

you chuckled and stop drinking off your soda, pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips, making him flush red

“hey, that was just a prank. gojo said it’d work” you admitted, laughing when his eyebrows knitted together

let’s just say you had doubts that gojo was the strongest sorcerer around when megumi’s divine dogs beat him up the next day

also, no kisses from him for ONE WEEK

𑁍 nobara kugisaki

(yeah no, your face is going to get bruised by kisses no matter what kind of evading you do)

but you kind of like that so you’ll go ahead with this prank

is kind of suspicious that this is a prank, but the glare you sent her made her yield and believe that you really are mad

but she did not believe that she did anything wrong, because she is always right

she’d kiss you all over with no relent, making you so close to giving him up

for the sake of that 150,000 yen worth of bet with gojo, you lashed out on her

“WOULD YOU STOP ON FOOLING AROUND, KUGISAKI?!”

SHE TEARED UP

you wanted nothing more than to hug her and cuddle her and kiss her for hours but a hundred thousand yen was on the line (this is for your new bags, nobara, please hold on)

she runs out of the room, and you texted gojo, jumping in victory when you see 150,000 yen deposited in your account

you did not waste any time, buying her the new bag she wanted last week

you ran to the desert shop you two would always have a date in, seeing her gobbling down all the ice cream mochis

you chuckled and hugged her from behind, pressing a kiss to her nape, making her turn around to glare at you, eyes lighting up when she saw the paper bag,

“that was a bet with gojo, your bag was on the line so i had to do it” you said, suppressing your laughter when her lips trembled

“and so? did you think i would yield on a limited edition designer bag?”

“you won’t?” you asked, rubbing the back of your neck while swaying the paper bag

“i would” she said and took the bag, peppering kisses all over your face, making you laugh

𑁍 toge inumaki

(bold of you to assume that he doesn’t know that this is a trending prank everywhere)

he does not like it, not in the tiniest bit

in a dilemma whether he'd do it back or just annoy you until you give in and surrender

he goes with the former, because he wants to show you who's the real boss in the relationship so you'll stop with these silly pranks

has surprisingly good patience, he lasted 5 days man

you were baffled, you thought you'd get him real good with this prank, but why'd it backfire?

you had to coax him this time, but he looked at you with blank eyes, refusing to lower his collar

you became the annoying one for the day, clinging onto him and following him as if you were his shadow, but to no avail, he refused to give in

you could smack gojo in the face for putting you up to this but that stupid infinity is holding you back (a traumatized ass honestly)

you set up a date night in your room, building a mini pillow and blanket fort and prepared some snacks

he arrived soon, surprised by the array in front of him

you tackled him with a hug, holding him in a tight grip while planting kisses all over him, not giving him a chance to evade them

"love, that was just a prank! forgive me please?" you asked and tugged on his collar

he chuckled and lowered his collar, planting a soft, sweet kiss on your lips

after that, he carried you onto the fort you made and cuddled, watching a movie

it might seem like it wasn't a big deal to him, but little did you know, he was already plotting a payback

𑁍 maki zen'in

(i thought we already settled to never EVER prank this woman again????)

you don't back down from a challenge, however, especially if it's from that walking credit card

so with bragging rights and his silence for three days on the line, you gave this prank a go, hoping that your girlfriend wouldn’t break up with you

it was a must for you to kiss one another after waking up

so maki was dumbfounded when you ducked her kiss, opting to fix the blankets

she thought you did not realize she was about to kiss you so she hugged you from behind, leaning in to kiss you

only for you to evade, freeing yourself from her hug

girl was like “???? tf is wrong with you???”

UPSET MAKI ACTIVATED

won’t talk to u for the entire day, no affection whatsoever too and won’t even eat with you at lunch, making panda and inumaki laugh at you as you pick at your food with a pout

your tactics doesn’t work aka you dug your own grave and desperate situations call for desperate measures

so you faked being sick, missing your first and second period to make it more believable

it succeeded when maki barged into your dorm during lunch with food, stopping in her tracks when she sees you cleaning

knocks the broom off of your hand and proceeds to carry you in your bedroom (bridal style) and spoon feed you lunch quietly

“hey, i’m sorry, please talk to me *fake coughs*” you continued to act, earning a grunt from her

you smiled in victory when she planted a quick kiss on your forehead, “do that again and i’ll find a new partner, airhead”

take this threat seriously because she WILL NOT hesitate to do it

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brightymir · 2 years

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"𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐝" [ 𝐬𝐜𝐬 ]

cw: language, gore, violence, subtle akaza backstory spoilers

genre: fluff, angst

word count: 3.4k

characters: muzan, kokushibo, douma x demon slayer gn!reader, akaza x demon slayer fem!reader

author's note: i had to do a female reader for akaza because of his background and past, so please bear with me! i'm back from out of town so i have two updates for you! i hope you enjoy this one, likes and reblogs are appreciated! have a lovely day <3

summary: you are a member of the demon slayer corps and you find out that you have been played all along by your so called "lover"

❄︎ muzan kibutsuji

he sat on a chair positioned in the center of the room while you were standing still at the doorstep, not knowing what to do or how to react when he’s right in front of you.

he had no reaction on his face whatsoever, as if he was expecting you to show up and confront him about the information that you just received. his crimson eyes landed on yours, but his eyes was devoid of any emotion that you cannot pinpoint what he was feeling.

your heart hammered in your chest as you walked closer to him, trying to gauge his emotion and feelings but to no avail, he kept them concealed well.

you began to think why didn't you notice earlier? were you that weak and worthless in his eyes? were you too dumb and gullible?

and as you were just a few steps away from him, you stopped in your tracks to take a good look at him. studying his stature and appearance from head to toe. and it felt as if you were struck by lightning when you saw that he wasn't using a disguise any longer.

his wavy hair flowed and caressed the base of his nape. his crimson eyes that had slits similar to a cat's eyes stared back at yours. his ghostly pale skin illuminating the dim room. his sharp nails tapping against the armchair of his seat.

and you broke down.

dropping to your knees, you let the tears fall freely and sob continuously. nothing was going through your mind but betrayal and the pain you felt in your chest.

muzan paid no mind to how you were acting, if anything, he looked irritated by your crying. he stood up and walked to where you are, kneeling down to meet your eyes.

as you stared back at him, you felt so many emotions all at once. pain because he tricked you. anger because he was the reason for chaos in the world. shame because you let him fool with you and use you.

but most of all, you felt sadness and despair. but you didn't have the time to dwell on your emotions as he grabbed your jaw, staring deep into your eyes, to your soul.

"you already know how this will end" he said in a low voice. you mustered all your strength to back away and leap away from him.

"do not touch me, you repulse me, monster" you spat out with hate and rage. but it did not faze him the slightest.

you see his claws sharpen as he began to walk slowly towards you. but you were not giving him the satisfaction of killing you. you called for your crow, who appeared beside you despite the fear.

"tell oyakata-sama and the others that i'm sorry. also, kamado tanjiro, tell them to find that boy" you said and sent your kasugai crow away, who was tearing up and preparing to deliver the news.

you put your attention back to muzan and his form who was getting closer to you. you stood up and leaped farther away from him. but he was next to you in a second.

before he can even land his claws on you, you already made a move. slicing off your left leg, making you shriek in pain. but you refused to stop. you sliced off your right arm then, making you fall to the ground.

as you sat on the floor, you looked back up at muzan who was looking at you with shock and pity, a grin on his lips. you hated that look on his face.

"your joy will not last for long, kibutsuji. the one who will kill you has been born. you will die a painful death under the sun" you cursed him and the entire demon race.

his eyes widened ever so slightly but before he can even pry you for answers and information, you already positioned your blade at your neck, slicing it off in one clean cut.

he wanted to turn you into a demon but your dismembered body made it hard for him to do so, and your body was resistant, not reacting no matter the amount of blood he gave it.

so he walked away, thinking of you as a stepping tool to achieve immortality. nothing more.

he cannot be bothered by unimportant people and unnecessary emotions. immortality is the only thing he wants and care about.

yes, immortality only and nothing else.

❄︎ kokushibo / michikatsu tsugikuni

you were waiting for him to arrive at your meeting place, where you two always meet during the full moon of the month. you were uneasy and anxious, clueless on how to bring up the topic to him.

it was earlier that day when the pieces finally fell in place and you managed to connect the dots in your head. you cannot believe that you were under a blood demon art all along.

that your feelings was nothing more than just a doing of evil and trickery.

the wind blew softly as you heard soft footsteps incoming, his familiar scent invading your senses but you knew better now, his scent no longer reminded you of flowers and spring, but it now reeked of blood and malice.

you turned to your left just in time to dodge an attack from him, easily avoiding a swing of his sword. you pushed back your tears as you forced yourself to harden and stand your ground.

"when were you going to tell me?" you tried to ask as you avoided each of his attacks, breath halting when he grazed your cheeks. his eyes stared down at you, belittling you.

"never. you were nothing more than a pawn i needed to use" he responded and his attacks became more lethal, his speed and strength increasing. you nodded and continued on battling him.

you countered his moon breathing with your thunder, but you were obviously far less efficient. your breath was limited to six forms while his extended up to sixteen forms.

but you persevered, forced your body to go past its limits. you refused to die at this moment, not when you barely contributed anything in defeating muzan.

your fatigue was catching up as you felt your knees giving up. the cons of being a breath of thunder user is the extreme strain it gives to your body after repeating a few forms. it was powerful, but it also required a lot of your stamina and strength.

kokushibo saw you lose accuracy and your hit was not as powerful as your preceding ones. his six eyes enabled him to see your tiredness and strain. his transparent world let him see your broken bones, internal bleeding and stiff muscles.

he sighed and halted his attacks, gladly taking your attacks but when you neared his nape, he held your wrist in a tight grip. "stop it. you already know how this will end" he said and threw you to the ground.

you cried out in pain and let the tears fall as you can no longer conceal the pain you feel, both emotional and physical.

you heard him making his way towards you so you forced yourself to sit up and look at him. he had no emotion whatsoever on his face as if nothing meant to him.

you let out a dry laugh, blood exiting your mouth. and those laughter turned into sobs and whimpers, which later turned into screams of agony and anger.

you stood up and met him halfway. he halted and looked at you with indifference, not batting at an eye even though you had a foot in death's door.

"why?" you asked quietly as you balanced yourself, looking up at him. he did not waver, even as he saw your tear stained face and blood stained lips.

"for muzan-sama" he said, eliciting a chuckle from you. of course, the ever loyal and strong upper moon one would answer with this question.

"of course, i bet it was fun to play with me and use me for your advantage" you replied, tired and sleepy. you tiptoed and pulled him into a hug.

he stiffened and froze, alert for anything you might do to him. but at your state, you were incapable of doing anything so he let you rest against him.

"what a wonderful way to go" you muttered before finally succumbing to eternal sleep, entering death's door and closing it with a shut.

kokushibo didn't bother to move as your body slid to the ground, dropping dead on the soil, your blade beside you. he turned away, walked away, away from you and the bitter reminder that he lost you.

no, you left him. just like everyone does.

you were just like his brother, leaving him behind in the dust. that's why he will hate you as long as he's alive.

❄︎ douma

he noticed that you were not quite yourself the entire afternoon, often staring into space and not responding as quick as you usually do. he didn't do anything that could've possibly upset you, so he racked his brain, wondering why you're so down.

after a few moments, realization struck him.

he felt you giving him random glances and stares throughout the day, and whenever he would suddenly make a move, as simple as standing up or turning at you, your hand would unconsciously grab the handle of your sword.

so you found out, after all. he didn't expect that it'll be this soon though. it certainly would make his plans and efforts go down the drain.

alas, you decided to leave the confrontation in the evening, in your house. you felt that he knew that you knew, because he made no attempt to initiate a conversation. just staring at you with a playful smile on his face.

you cleared your throat and sat straight, trying to feel his aura and intent, but he was calm as always, showing no signs of malice or harm.

you stared at his eyes, which was already staring at your form and tried to look for answers there but to no avail. of course, what would you expect from this demon that has no emotions. a demon whose heart is not beating.

"were you ever planning to tell me?" you asked in a hoarse voice, holding onto the last of your energy and power left in your body.

you were mad at yourself for feeling this way. for feeling disappointment and for feeling pain for this demon. you felt worthless at that moment. you felt pathetic and weak when you connected the dots.

were you so unlovable that you held onto false pretenses given by a foul creature? were you so blind as to fall in love with a demon? you questioned yourself repeatedly what was wrong with you to develop such heavy feelings for the upper moon two.

you were holding them back for the entire day but your tears betrayed you as they began to stream down your face. you aggressively wiped them, not wanting douma to see your vulnerable state.

you heard him coo, walking over to where you are, and when he was about to pull you in for a hug, you reacted quickly and sliced his arms off, which grew back just as quick as it disappeared.

"yes i was. at your final moments, of course" he admitted and fanned himself, chuckling at your mortified expression. you hardened at this statement, forcing all the mixed feelings out of your chest, replacing them with anger and rage.

you brought up your sword, assuming a battle stance. you knew well where this was heading, but you refused to go down without a fight. you wanted him to remember you, you wanted him to know that you'll be waiting for him in hell.

"oh? i see. but, isn't it futile? you already know how this will end after all" he mocked you and got ready to fight you as well.

it was blow after blow, hit after hit. your body was worn out but your heart didn't want to give up yet. the shame, frustration and anger boiling deep inside of you made you want to go all out and push yourself.

your heart rate rose as you feel your body get hotter and hotter, and before long, you saw your blade turn a bright shade of red. you did not know what it is but you continued to swing it at douma, slicing his arms.

he stopped in his tracks, wondering why he wasn't regenerating. he looked back at you, eyes widening at the sight of thunder-like marks on your forehead and cheek.

"that-" but you did not let him continue. you felt a sudden surge of power and stamina and you were not letting it go to waste. you continued your assault, hampering his regeneration and slowing his attacks.

the mixed feelings made their way back and you had a hard time breathing again, losing control of your momentum and peak, creating an opening for douma.

you cursed as he sped to you and in a moment, he ripped your still beating heart out of your chest. he did not bother to turn around to see your limp body falling to the ground.

he held your heart close to his face, seeing it beat slower and slower. "ah! so this is what a beating heart looks and feels like" he said in amazement, frowning when it stopped beating and lay still on his palm

"oh? we have the same heart now, y/n-chan. dead and, not beating" he turned to look at your dead body, feigning shock and sorrow. "silly me, you wouldn't hear because you're dead already" he said and tossed your heart on the ground, walking away.

to douma, he just wanted someone to make his heart beat. you did actually, but you also made it stop.

so, you became worthless in his eyes the moment you no longer made it beat.

❄︎ akaza

you rushed to your home after finding out the piece of information that bothered you for the longest time. you knew since then that there was something off about your lover, but you fail to pinpoint it every single time.

so when you went to kocho for a medical exam, she was surprised to find traces of blood demon art on you, and you were finally able to connect the pieces in your head.

you did not know what to feel nor what to do nor what to think about in that exact moment. you just wanted to see him at that exact moment, you wanted him to explain.

you heaved and fought back the tears blurring your vision, because you hated it when feelings got in the way of the mission every single time. you knew that your only option now was to kill him, because he’s a demon, an upper rank moon at that.

so you ran and ran until you reached your home. you could feel his presence inside and you felt dread overcome you as you feel that he didn’t conceal his demonic aura anymore. does he know that you know?

but there was no time for hesitations, so you kicked in the door open and burst through the threshold, and you saw him there, standing in front of a portrait. all breath from your lungs when you see which portrait he was staring at.

it was yours, he painted you on your birthday a few months back. it was not like the exquisite paintings you see at the market or the headquarters, but this portrait held a special place in your heart, simply because it was from your lover.

you walked up to him slowly, cautious of his every move. you knew that you stood no chance against him in a one-on-one battle, but you did not let yourself get disheartened at that thought.

when you were finally beside him, you looked at the portrait before you, studying each stroke and color that blended with each other to create your face, hair, body. it is evident that he put in a lot of effort into painting your eyes, it looked so real and as if he took all the stars in the sky and placed them in your eyes.

you feel his gaze go from the portrait to you, studying your features silently, like he was memorizing each detail, like this was the last time he was going to ever see you up close. you turned to meet his eyes, and even though it said ��upper moon three”, you did not feel any hostility from them.

you felt sadness and despair, as if he is afraid to do anything or even think about anything.

you sighed and with all your courage, you raised your hand to cup his cheek, letting your tears fall freely, not bothering to silence the sobs that escaped your lips. “you already know how this will end” you muttered and you stood frozen in place as he began to cry as well.

you looked up at him and saw him crying his heart out and you did not know what to do. you stood rooted in place as he leaned in to hug you. on reflex, you evaded his hug and jumped back, your hand subconsciously gripping your sword.

and your heart broke to pieces as you realize what you did, when you saw his reaction and his lost expression. but you did not mind, you pushed away the resurfacing feelings. because you needed to get the job done.

“let’s finish this, upper moon three” you said, tired and helpless. you might die but at least you put up a fight, at least you did not surrender. but you were dumbfounded when you see him take a seat on the couch, still admiring the portrait hung on the wall, not making any move to attack you nor defend himself.

“i don’t touch women” he replied in a low voice, eyes still pinned on the painting. you lifted a brow and put your sword down, gauging his reaction and aura, trying to see if he has ulterior motives. “i don’t kill them, eat them, nor fight with them. i just don’t”

you stared at him, giving him an incredulous look, but there was nothing you can sense or get from him, so you yielded and took a seat as well. silence engulfed the room for minutes and minutes until he stood up and walked to you slowly. before you can get away, he already has you in his soft yet strong embrace, sobbing into your neck.

you did not know how to react so you just stood still, letting him be vulnerable in front of you as you also let your feelings resurface, crying silently but akaza caught your whimpers and teardrops.

he pulled back to press a kiss to your temple, looking into your eyes after that. “hey, the sunrise is beautiful, right?” he asked and you knew right then and there what he was planning to do. you broke free from his grasp then.

“w-what? no, you’re not going anywhere” you said which made him smile sadly, he pulled you in for a hug again, not minding your punches on his chest. you did not want to bid farewell like this, it was unworthy and an insult to your abilities.

“there’s no way we can live like this. always remember that i will never regret meeting you and loving you, my only regret is that i tricked you” he said and broke free, walking towards the front door as the sun slowly began to rise, illuminating the small town you resided in.

as the sun began its assault on the upper moon’s skin, he turned to look at you and smiled brightly and you saw his eyes return to normal, looking like a human’s eyes totally.

“hakuji, i am hakuji” he said as the sun dissolved him, as you watched him disintegrate into ashes.

you smiled bitterly as you gathered his ashes, a reminder that he was here. that you loved someone like him.

because all akaza ever needed was someone to love and to be there at the right moment and time for the person he loves. and he was glad to fulfill that wishes for you.

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𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

cw: canon violence, language, manga spoilers

genre: angst

characters: eren, mikasa, armin, levi x gn!reader

a/n: a little something as the part 2 concludes. also, this is a confirmation that i, indeed, am unable to write anything happy for snk. thank you and i hope u enjoy this :) notes and rbs are appreciated!!

❀ eren jaeger

the first time he sees it, eren thinks it must have been a trick of his eye, an illusion made by his mind. he thought it must have been the fatigue catching up to him, the nightly terrors affecting him, the impact of the past months' events dawning on him. he convinces himself that it was just that, there was no reason to be irrational.

but how could something be so vivid?

how could you be so vivid?

how are you appearing from the corner of his eyes with that soft smile on your face? appearing in front of him like it was something you were meant to do? because it clearly wasn't.

dead people don't appear in front of someone.

especially you. he clearly saw you reduced to a pile of flesh and blood that day, reclaiming shiganshina. he saw your body lowered onto the ground as the makeshift coffin got covered by the soil. he knows the feeling of your name engraved on the tombstone by the number of times he ran his fingertips through it.

what more does he need to finally accept that you're no longer? that you're gone. no longer returning.

what do you need from him?

he's bothered enough by his past mistakes, and he keeps being bothered and attacked by the future he saw. so why do you need to add to that headache? why are you still bothering him?

do you enjoy tormenting him? seeing him miserable and pathetic? do you revel at the sight of his disheveled self and the lack of his self control? perhaps you were laughing at how much he resembled his pathetic excuse of a father, only, he was much worse.

but he thought you love him. so, if you love someone, why would you appear in front of them when you shouldn't be? why are you holding him back?

why do you caress him ever so gently at night? why do you hum that melody that he always fell asleep to whenever he was distressed? why do you talk to him at the most random times and encourage him all the time like you did when you were still alive?

and it's like, you were still there.

still with him and everyone else. still breathing and dedicating your heart for a cause. still traveling down the same path with him side by side.

it's like you never even left him in the first place. it's like he never saw your sunken eyes, pale skin, the gear that pierced your flesh, and the dried blood that stained your uniform.

it's like you were always there for him. because it was true, you never left his side until the day he passed. because you were always around, even though he never acknowledged your presence, though he always thought of you as a hallucination, you remained beside him.

oh, and nothing could compare to the bliss he had when he felt the familiar steel blade brush his neck.

and he ran to you with open arms. without a care in the world.

he was the boy who sought freedom, and he knew that he could finally be free with you.

in your arms as you two flew in the sky, limitless.

❀ mikasa ackerman

she knew you were real, she never doubted those images you showed her, not even once. she acknowledged your presence and never made any move to eject them or turn them down, because she was well aware that it was you. you looked pale, but she knew that it is you.

you’ve always been her ever since that day.

and you never ceased to appear before her day by day.

you appeared before her whenever you pleased, and she gladly took in your presence and admired your figure. and she knew she should not, oh well, there is nothing that could stop her anyway.

but she reached a point where she wished you would stop.

she acknowledged to you and your presence, your scent, and every little thing about you. but it did reach a point where she wish that it would just stop, she wish that you would hold your operations and just leave her on her own devices. because she can't be drunk on you, she can't be dependent on you.

what more does she have to do to make you stop? should she gouge out her eyes to stop herself from seeing you? or cut her ears to no longer make your voice audible?

her headaches are bad enough that it prevents her from doing her everyday tasks without a problem, but you just had to make yourself seen and those little images of you from every corner of the room. you almost always push her to a brink of no return.

you love her, she loves you. you know her better than anyone else, you know that she’s not the strongest, so why do you keep tormenting her?

whenever she finds you sitting next to your tombstone atop the hill beside the tree, she doesn't say anything and instead opts to sit beside you in silence. and whenever she catches you beside her daughter, humming a melody to calm the little child, she doesn't mind.

and it’s like, you were still there.

still with her and the others, doing your work as a diplomat alongside armin. because, that job fits you, that was your rightful place.

if only you were still here.

however, mikasa came to know that you're not going to stay for long, and you finally relented. you finally found it in yourself to let her go after nine years into your death. it brought tears to her eyes, and excruciating pain to her heart.

the next time you appeared was decades later, as she was rocking on her chair, her eyes drooping like the sun in the sky.

she saw your mist figure, reaching a hand to her as she breath her last.

oh, how wonderful.

she can finally be herself again, no more a scout veteran, no more mikasa ackerman.

just, mi casa.

❀ armin arlert

the first time he sees you was during his attack on liberio, after all the damage he inflicted and all the lives he took. amidst the sea of flames and lava, ashes and cinders, smoke and blood, you looked so clear and prominent in his eyes. in the vast area of crimson, you were the only pale white in sight.

and at that, he and his titan shed even more tears.

especially when you gazed at him with awe and pride.

he did not know how he managed to make it through the night, with sasha’s death, your appearance, eren’s return. it was a lot to take in a single night, alongside the endless worries he has for the future.

and then you began to show more often.

you visited in his dreams, popped up in the meeting halls, watched from afar during the time he trains. he basks in it, he craves it and loves your presence, he adores it so much. his days would be incomplete if you didn't appear before him. before he knew it, he became dependent on your presence.

he was addicted to you. to the ghost of you. to your image, your voice, your aura. he's drawn in to you and your remnants, hiding in the comfort of whatever you give him.

it was alarming, and bad. how armin seemed to never function as well as he did ever since he got drunk on your makeshift existence. his behavior has the others worried but they choose to keep quiet about it, thinking that things might be taking a toll on him.

he craves your presence. needs it. longs for it. because, why would you only appear now? he was already at the verge of finally getting over your death, but you just had to pull him back, didn't you?

but he didn't mind. he missed you so much. he yearned for you for so long. he engraved every little thing about you. your voice when you'd talk to him. the feeling of your cold mist on his skin whenever you caress his face. your warm tears falling on his hand whenever you think he's asleep.

and it's like, you were still there.

because in every nook and cranny of every room, he can see your shadow. in the skies, fields, mountains, even in the midst of war and purge, his ocean eyes always finds you.

even though he knew he shouldn't. he's the new commander of the scouts, so there's just one more thing important than you.

oh? he fell unconscious during the battle? god, why are you still there again? he needs to fight with eren? damn it, why are you there as well? he needs to think straight, he doesn't need you.

not anymore.

because he's the hero who saved the world. the leader of the paradis island who'd continue the peace talks. he wields so much authority and power. so, why should he be dependent on a false image? on a mist? on a hallucination?

he's so much more than a man who's addicted to his dead lover's apparitions.

so, you served your purpose already. you got him through the war and the hard times.

it's about time you leave him alone.

❀ levi ackerman

he was not one to believe in such things. he saw you once after your death? huh, must be his eyes playing a trick on him. or maybe it was the fatigue. it was quick, the way his eyes flew to your form before he looked the other way. sure he had seen his dead comrades before too, but he did not dwell on it.

he’d get nothing from looking for too long.

so it’s better to look away than to immerse himself in it.

but even though he doesn’t look at you, he does not reject your existence nor your presence. he sees you, he feels you, but he makes no move to acknowledge you. but he also does not make any move to get rid of you.

that was enough for you, though.

just watching from afar was enough for you. your gaze always falls on the scars on his face, softens whenever you see him smile the slightest while spending time with gabi and falco. you smile to yourself at the thought that no sacrifices has ever gone to waste.

even though you knew that everyone’s demise brought pain and struck a hole in his heart, you didn't bear any regrets nor blame. levi finally felt at peace and content, and you’d make sure no one takes that away from him.

for levi, even if years have passed and his wounds have turned into scars, the pain of yesterday was still alive and fresh. still haunting him wherever he goes. it doesn’t help that you were always around, the corner of his eye always catching your figure in the shadows.

he’s in a dilemma. he doesn’t know what to do with you. he likes that you’re there because he finds comfort in your presence. but he also hates that you’re there because you keep reminding him of the past he wishes he could rewrite.

and it’s like, you were still there.

only he wishes you aren’t.

do you regret giving up your life for him that day? do you wish to rewrite whatever you have done? do you wish he was the one who died instead? these thoughts kept him awake at night, and he’s always unable to get a blink of sleep.

you always sat by his windowsill, trying to decipher that look on his face and the thoughts on his mind running a mile per minute.

and you only realized what you should do when you hear his whimpers and pleas for forgiveness one night where he miraculously was able to fall asleep.

tears rolled down his face the same time your essence began to fade.

you knew deep down that levi was already fine without you. and by staying around, you were only tormenting him.

so levi ackerman woke up the next morning, in his cold room, alone.

with a lukewarm cup of his favorite tea on his bedside table.

which he never told neither falco nor gabi about.

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𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 [ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ]

cw: contains manga spoilers (mugen train arc + final battle arc), canon angst

characters: tanjiro, inosuke, zenitsu x gn!reader

❄︎ tanjiro kamado

his hands are calloused and scarred, years of swinging blades and training are to be thanked for this

he's a bit concerned about the state and feel of his hands but he does not let it hinder him from holding yours

holds hands absentmindedly, he does not even realize that he is holding your hand

does not matter when or where, he will hold your hand if he feels like it, as long as you are comfortable ad okay with it

loves playing with your fingers, running his fingertips along the expanse of it and twisting and pulling at it lightly to relieve the tension it has

in the midst of battles, his hand will still find yours and grip onto it tightly before unleashing a breathing technique

he likes holding hands at solemn moments too, when you two are recuperating from injuries, when you are taking breaks from training. for tanjiro, it is the short, stolen moments that makes it meaningful

and when the flame hashira passed away right in front of him, he held on to your hand so tight as if his life depended on it

and when muzan took control of his senses, it was your touch that brought him back. the scent of your hand and the smooth curves of your palms brought him back

for tanjiro, your hand is his anchor in this stormy world

❄︎ inosuke hashibira

his hands are rough and scarred after all those years of living and surviving in the mountains, also a bit sweaty at times

he actually has no issues with his hands, says that the scars shows his manliness and victories, and you couldn’t agree more

holds your hand all the time, you have to pry your hand off his grip most of the time because he is reluctant to let go

does not let the others see it though, so he walks behind the squad during missions, beside you, just to hold your hand

traces the lines on your palm with his nail, also likes to draw random stuff on your palm, letting you guess what he just drew

but there are times when he does not want to hold hands

that is in the midst of battles, and when he is injured

he does not want you to feel the coldness of his palms and does not want to hold you with bleeding hands

he really loves your hands, making flower rings from the prettiest flowers he found in the forest, makes sure you have at least 5 of it.

even better if you have smaller hands than him, because he likes to compare hand sizes and wants to keep your hands warm by sandwiching it between his

your touch brings him warmth and solace that he failed to have during his childhood

❄︎ zenitsu agatsuma

has surprisingly rough hands accompanied by chipped nails, all because of the years spent under anxiety and pressure brought about his inability to perform the rest of the thunder breathings

the time or place does not matter, this guy doesn't let go of your hand

always holds on so tight, to the point that your hand becomes numb and his knuckles turn white, you're surprised he hasn't broken your bones yet

comes up to you and just holds it, sometimes using it to pat his head, or to cradle his face, he adores hand holding

when i said never lets go, i mean never. not in battles, not during recuperation. he only lets go when you are taking a bath

there's also one scenario wherein he lets go, but he often prays that this scenario does not occur often

he lets go of your hand when he's hindering you during a combat

so, after letting go and putting some distance to let you move freely, he waits until the demon you are facing turns to nothing but ashes

checks your hands for injuries, cuts, wounds. he doesn't want to see your hand dirtied or fractured

kisses on the knuckles before sleeping

your caress to zenitsu is like his beacon of light in the dark world, an affirmation that you'll stay, always

#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny x reader #tanjiro x reader #inosuke x reader #zenitsu x reader #kny headcanons #gn reader #kamado tanjiro #hashibira inosuke #agatsuma zenitsu #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #by.kite #kite.hcs #kite.writes

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Can you please write hcs about being in a relationship with yoriichi! ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ♡

𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐈𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐈 [𝐡𝐜𝐬]

cw: yoriichi backstory spoilers, misspellings, not proofread

characters: [slight ooc] yoriichi x gn!reader

author's note: HAPPY VALENTINES MY LOVELIESSS!! I HOPE YOU ALL SPEND THIS DAY NICELY WITH YOUR LOVED ONES ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎ also, they made douma look so hot in the new ep oh great heavens. added a bit more than jusy /dating/ relationship hcs and added more sweetness because it's 02/14! i hope u enjoy this and have a lovely dayy!! <33

𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙞...

it doesn't matter who liked who first, yoriichi will confess to you as soon as he is sure about his feelings

will also find the right timing and place for his confession, to make sure that you are comfortable

although he does care about your feelings, he does not mind the chances of reciprocation. he's at ease as long as he's able to confess

in the early stages of your relationship, yoriichi is kind of awkward and hesitant about the way he acts around you

kind of treats you like you're made of glass and very tense when you two are alone

but all that dissipates after a few weeks

takes you out on dates at least once a week, it is an unspoken rule

be it he plans a picnic on a sunday, or shows up at your doorstep at eleven in the evening to go to a hot spring, he will find time to be with you

his kasugai crow will always land at your windowsill every other night, a letter from yoriichi carefully tucked in its beak

the letter's content was about how he was doing, the details of his mission, how much he misses you, how he looks forward to your next dates, and how he falls asleep every night to the thought of loving you the next morning he wakes up

he knows that you know how dangerous and difficult his job is as a demon hunter, which is he reassures you all the time, that he will be safe

lets you treat his wounds (very rare though because he always gets out unscathed) because it makes you feel at ease

whenever he comes back from a mission, no matter the duration, he'd always have something for you

be it a new kimono, a trinket, a pair of earrings, or even sweets, yoriichi will never come home empty handed

during his day offs, he'd always ask you if there are places you want to go to or if you only want to stay in

if you choose the former, you two would visit the place you like with yoriichi by your side at all times. not too suffocating nor too far, he's just, there

holds your hand in public as long as you are comfortable with it and takes you to try different cuisines

if anyone gives you any sort of suggestive or ill gaze, all your lover needs to do is to send a condescending gaze to the other person

if ever you want to stay indoors, yoriichi will take this time to help you with the chores

he cooks from breakfast to dinner and tries to minimize your workload

tries to learn how to sew, and does repairs in the faults in the house too

as for sleeping together, yoriichi is fine with either being the small or big spoon, as long as he sleeps nect to you

he prefers to be the small spoon after long missions, while he prefers to be the big spoon on normal days

very gentleman, we already established this on your first date in the night theater

the epitome of beauty, of grace, of purity

yoriichi is everything you'll ever need, you'll ever want

and you're the one he needs, the only one he'll ever need

and as your relationship continues to bloom and grow deeper and stronger, talks about marriage starts to appear

plans about the future are spilled from the lips

and yoriichi is afraid, because nothing is for sure

he's not a god, nor a deity, nor some sort of invincible being, he's no more than just a master of his craft

but yoriichi also wanted to be selfish for once

and it was worth it

the smile on your face when he put the ring on your finger, the blush on your cheeks as you walked down the aisle, the light in your eyes as he pulled you for a kiss

the joy he felt as he tied the knot with you, outwighed all the negative feelings he felt beforehand

cooking meals together, picking fruits in the forest, swimming in the lakes, gardening and planting together

don't forget the silly dances in the living room while he hums your favorite song, the moonlight outside making him look more breathtaking

oh, only if you knew how much yoriichi adored you with every inch of his being

how much he thanks the gods before he sleeps for giving you to him. how much he thanks the gods when he wakes up that he's given another day to be with you

only if you knew how much yoriichi loves you more than his own life and duties

how much he wants to cling to you just like he did to his mother, everyday for the rest of your lives

how much he looks up and respects you because of your strength like his older brother

only if you knew the regret that filled him when he sees you and your unborn child's dead body on the tatami mat

only if you knew that he spent the rest of his life making sure that the same tragedy will never befall on another family

and you do, you know

because yoriichi felt at home at last when he sees you and your brilliant smile in the afterlife, your left arm cradling your son

yoriichi felt at home when he had you both in his embrace

because yoriichi tsugikuni, the founder of all the breaths, the strongest there is, got to where he is today because of you

he managed to have the breath of sun, because you brought it to his world

after endless nights of looking at the moon, you gave him the sun, the stars, and everything else

he was chosen by the gods, he was given the strength, the sight, the power and speed. he was chosen to put an end to the misery in the world

and he's glad you chose him

you chose him to be your home

and that was the best decision you ever made

additional a/n:

me writing the first half: mhm okay, we will write fluff because in this house, we adore yoriichi

me on the second half: yknow what, let's add a pinch of angst because why not

me at the end: OH WAIT YEAH IT'S VALENTINES! oops, hope you still like it though

#kny #kny fandom #demon slayer #demon slayer fandom #kny x reader #kny x you #demon slayer x you #yoriichi tsugikuni x reader #yoriichi x reader #yoriichi x you #sun hashira x you #kny hcs #kny fluff hcs #demon slayer headcanons #demon slayer hcs #by.kite #kite.hcs #kite.writes #valentines 2022

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Hello! I know that you said requests are open but going slow. I hope that you are staying healthy! Anyways, I was wondering if I could get a Yoriichi x fem reader where the reader is very cuddly and affectionate and ends up being taken to a Hashira meeting and the other Hashira are just confused but Yoriichi just ignores them and cuddles her.

Once again. Please take care of your health before anything else. Stay hydrated!

𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 [𝐲𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

cw: yoriichi's backstory spoilers

genre: fluff

wc: 2.2k

characters: yoriichi tsugikuni x fem!reader

author's note: PLS ANON UR SO SWEET T_T i feel so happy that i've been receiving yoriichi reqs, our man finally getting the recognition he deserves <3 pls take care of urself and stay healthy at all times!! hope you enjoy this and have a wonderful day ahead <33

it was rare for yoriichi to be late for hashira meetings, the sun hashira is known for being punctual and professional and has a line drawn to separate his obligations from his personal life and matters. so the stone and water hashira began to murmur amongst themselves when the man has not shown up yet, despite the meeting being due fifteen minutes ago.

the master of the mansion was as patient as ever, smiling lightly as the other hashiras knelt before him, his eyes that still has vision looking up at the bright sky. “the sun is looking bright today” he said and the other hashiras shared a glance, silently wishing for yoriichi to arrive sooner.

a minute passed, which turned into three, that eventually became five. and it was on the tenth minute that the hashiras picked up the familiar sound of footsteps. but it was not just a single pair of it, no, they could hear aother one as well as heavy breathing and barely audible murmurs.

and a few moments later, the sun hashira stood in front of them, unreadable expression evident on his face. but the other hashiras did not pay attention to his face and reaction, nor the way his face was heated up. their eyes trailed down to yoriichi’s waist, where a pair of arms made their way around.

huh? yoriichi tsugikuni brought his lover to a hashira meeting?

eh?????

it was rare for you to wake up earlier than yoriichi, and today was one of those days.

yoriichi had his eyes closed beside you, his long, soft hair cascading down his back with the little strands adorning the sides of his face. his eyelashes caressed his cheeks which were painted with a light shade of pink. his even breathings almost lulling you back to sleep as you can clearly hear the sound of his heartbeat in the silence of the dawn. his arm was wrapped around your waist while the other was propped behind his head and you had to resist the urge to press a soft kiss to his lips that were contorted to a pout.

as much as you were cuddly and affectionate, you knew well that your man needed his rest.

so, with all your might, you gently shook of yoriichi's arms around you as you wiggled your way out of the soft mattress. after three minutes, you finally achieved it and you walked lightly towards the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the both of you.

you silently made food, being extra with the pots and pans as well as the coal to avoid making noise that might shake your lover from his sleep. yoriichi was alert and observant, if you tried to wiggle away from him, that will be more than enough to wake him up. but you figured he was exhausted from the recent missions he was sent to, so you were determined to pamper him before he set off for the hashira meeting.

the sun was slowly peeking out from the mountains by the time you were done cooking. you were preparing and plating the food you prepared when you felt strong arms wrap around you, making you gasp as you let out a wide grin.

"good morning, darling. did you have a good rest?" you asked and put down the plates, turning around and planted a kiss to yoriichi's lips. he hummed in return and kissed you back feverishly before pulling away.

"a very pleasant one. why didn't you wake me up?" he asked with his groggy yet soft morning voice, sending butterflies to your stomach. you hugged him back and hid your face in the crook of his neck, pressing light kisses to the skin that met your lips. he only chuckled and sat down, placing you on his lap as you clung tightly to him, refusing to let go and sit across him.

"thank you for the food", you said in unison and began eating. because of your position, yoriichi ate with his left hand while his other hand held your waist in a tight, gentle grip, balancing you on his lap as you ate happily, feeding yoriichi from time to time.

when you two finished eating, yoriichi insisted on doing the dishes so you opted to preparing his kimono and haori which you washed the day before. he entered your bedroom after a few moments and you helped him get dressed, smoothing the creases on his clothes and dusting off any particles you see.

this went on for a few minutes and yoriichi felt that you were not simply helping him look presentable. he could tell from the way your hands lingered on his sides, his neck and even the way you insisted to do his hair, combing through the soft strands before putting them in their usual high ponytail.

after dressing up, he went to grab his sword and makes sure his necessities are with him, all the while you clung to his back and followed him like a shadow. he could only sigh helplessly at your show of affection, not having the heart to reject it because he also missed it dearly also because of the smile you had on your lips, compelling him to give in and let you be.

so where did things go wrong? and what caused his delay?

it began when his kasugai crow appeared at the doorstep, announcing that the hashira meeting was about to commence in half an hour and that yoriichi should begin making his way towards the headquarters. but all yoriichi could do was stand at the doorstep, frozen and confused by your actions.

"you should get going, don't want to be late now" you ushered him to which he nodded. but he still stood frozen, not moving an inch as he stared at your face, which was facing the ground.

the thing is, you kept telling him to go attend the meeting, but you had a death grip on the sleeve of his haori, refusing to let go.

you told him to "go" three more times before he let out a chuckle and placed his sword on the ground, bending gown to meet your eyes. he saw you eyes gloss a little while your lips was kept tight in a pout. it was evident that you were reluctant to send him away, and neither of you know what to do at that moment.

it's not like he could bring you with him to the hashira meeting, right?

so yoriichi opted to sitting down on sitting down at the tatami mats, pulling you into his embrace as you clung onto him tightly, pressing kisses to his cheeks occasionally. he didn't mind running towards the headquarters, he wanted to fulfill your needs and desires while he's around, he's more than willing to arrive to the meeting all haggard and sweaty rather than leave you here upset and pouting.

your mini cuddle session turned quite long, ten minutes, hopping to fifteen before the kasugai crow cawed again and reminded yoriichi of his obligation. he stood up and planted a long, sweet kiss to your lips before making his way out the door, picking up his sword and waving goodbye to you.

"i'll be back before sunset, darling!" he called out and walked away deep into the forest.

he was ready to sprint towards the headquarters when he was away from your house but he felt a familiar presence from behind him, his heightened senses recognizing the scent of the person behind him, who had no malice or harming intent. he turned around to be met with your form who was running towards him.

eh?

he could only shake his head pinch your cheeks lightly as you approached him, falling into his chest as you caught your breath.

"you... oh my... why do you... why do you walk so fast?" you asked in between deep breaths as you struggled to keep up with him. he helped you regain your balance and held your hand in his as you two walked together through the forest. he knew that you were determined to tag along to the meeting, and he doesn't have the heart to stop his little darling who struggled to keep up with his large and quick strides.

so, he already surmised right then and there that he’d probably be half an hour late for the meeting, but having your hand in his made his usual boring walk much more comfortable. though you two were silent, he knew that you liked it, liked how he silently agreed to bring you to the meeting, liked how it was just the two of you in this forest.

and of course, you marveled in the way he picked you up with ease, propping you on his back, hooking his arms under your knees as you crossed your arms around his chest, as you took in his scent and basked in the warmth that came from his body.

it was when you finally see extravagant and well-built mansions from the distance that you wiggled yourself from yoriichi’s hold, resorting to holding his hand instead. he gave you a quizzical look but quickly shook it off when he also recognized the familiar style of the buildings.

out of nervousness perhaps, you hid yourself behind him and wrapped you arms around his waist as he had to fight the blush creeping up his face as he felt your bosom press against the middle of his back. “darling, aren’t you uncomfortable walking like that?” he asked lowly, to which you replied with a grunt. it was better to waddle like a duck behind yoriichi than meet the eyes of the other swordsman who yoriichi worked with.

and when you arrived at the meeting place, you could only wish you did not tag along, as the other hashiras zeroed in on you, eyes scrutinizing and studying your every move.

is being scary and large a requirement for being a hashira? because if eyes could kill, you’d be six feet underground now just from the stare of the wind hashira.

you almost shrieked out in fright whenever one of the master’s children would appear from behind you, offering you tea or another layer of futon to keep you warm. you politely refused after finishing two cups of tea and having a layer of futon wrapped around you.

the master’s wife sat across you with her two daughters beside her. one of the children eyes lit up and she looked at her twin, who nodded back at her. they leaned to their mother and whispered inaudible things, to which you could only smile at.

“it’s a girl” you stopped drinking tea and carefully put it down on the table. you looked at them, surprised at the revelation.

“my children and their father has good intuition, foresight even. you are bearing a daughter” the lady replied and gave you a warm smile, to which you teared up and bowed down to thank them. you never told anyone else, planning to tell yoriichi on his birthday the following week.

moments later, yoriichi knocked on the door to which the children opened, yoriichi bowing down to them. “thank you for providing my wife with comfort, i could never repay you enough” he said and you did the same before standing up and exiting the mansion.

oh great heavens, you thought the other hashiras already left but you halt your movements, stopping yourself from hugging your husband when you see the hashiras still in a line, eyeing the two of you.

you yelped and hid behind yoriichi, as the other hashiras began to question your presence in their meeting, to which your husband only replied a shrug, before pulling you into his arms and pressing a kiss to your temple, making you turn beet red.

“akio, would it be alright to move our training tomorrow?” yoriichi asked to the newly elected flame hashira, to which the young man nodded in understanding.

the wind and water hashira was standing in the way of yoriichi as you held on tightly to his hand. “this is a disrespect to your position as the sun hashira, yoriichi. who said you could bring your wife to our meeting, do you think this is a jo-” you could no longer hear the complaints and comments of the wind hashira as you felt the cold breeze on your skin, and when you blinked, you were already a kilometer away from the mansion.

so, this was your husband’s speed.

he carried you into his arms as his kasugai crow took hold of his sword. “i’m sorry you had to hear their nonsense” he apologized and nuzzled your neck, making you smile. you hooked your arms around his neck and pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips.

“but i’m worried” he continued as he walked slowly this time, at ease.

“about what?” you replied and brushed the little strands of his hair away from his face, letting you see the glow of his face as well as the beauty of his eyes that looked at you with so much love and passion.

“i sprinted very fast, i’m worried that it might’ve affected our child” he replied which made you freeze in place, stopping your kiss asault on his face.

“you knew??? i was keeping it a surprise!” you sighed and pouted, hiding your face away from his view.

he only laughed and pulled you closer to him, kissing your temple for the nth time today. “surprises are impossible for my transparent world, darling”

additional author’s note: did i just write 2.2k words worth of yoriichi fluff? yes. do i regret it? not in the slightest. ALSO, THANK U ALL FOR 400 FLLWRS IN JUST TWO MONTHS OMGEEEE <33 i will continue to make better works, so pls hang in there!!! always keep safe and hope u have happy days ahead, lovelies!

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