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‣‣ COR UNUM: CHAPTER TWO | SUSANOO

‣‣ Synopsis: Our tale continues in a sea of red, the spider-lily flowers can only mean one thing – death is soon. With a sword in hand and a wave of bubbling anger deep in your gut, you have one chance to kill the thing tormenting you... eat your heart out.

‣‣ Main Masterlist | AO3 ‣‣ Pairing: Sukuna x Reader ‣‣ Word Count: est. 5.5k ‣‣ Warnings: Blank blogs & Minors DNI. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. Cannibalism, set in the Early-Heian Period, trueform!Sukuna, dead bodies, descriptions of wounds & blood, dismemberment, female reader, violence, mentions of vomit.

Endless upon endless amounts of red flows around you. Ebbing and bending beneath the gentle breeze that blows by. The sun is a distant off blur, an orange hue that fades until it too is bathed in a deep crimson.

You look down, and beneath your bare feet are Equinox Flowers; better known as red-spider lilies – the corpse flower. It was odd to see so many of them gathered together, an infinite sea of them that moved together. Returning your gaze back to the sun, you spot a Torii gate in the middle of the ocean of corpse flowers.

The gate is painted bright red, just like the flowers at your feet, and it stands at least twenty feet tall. It’s overly large. Traditionally, the gates would lead to a shrine but you spy no shrine.

Instead, standing at the open gate is a figure that fills the space. You can’t make out his features, but you don’t need to see his face to know who or what he was. His four arms are crossed over his chest, forcing his muscles to bulge and inevitably make his form larger.

Was this the after-life so many Samurai spoke of? Were you to fight the demon that killed you in order to earn passage?

Said demon makes no move to step through the torii gate, instead, he continues to watch you from afar. Another breeze rolls by, and the kimono on your body blows with it. Only then do you recognise the weight in your hand, and looking down do you see the tachi you had used to kill the beast before you.

It’s clean, glinting in the amber sunset, as if it had never been used and freshly made. Did that confirm that yes this is the afterlife? That you were to fight the very thing that killed you?

You waste no more time pondering the thought. If killing that monster was the one way to ensure your soul lived on then you will not fail.

Flowers bend and move out of your way as you sprint across the field, the tachi in your hand twists until it’s poised with the tip brushing against the heads of the flowers. An upwards strike will surely disorientate it.

As you grow closer, you can make out the features of the demonic monster. His eyes are as red as the flowers around you, his lips are turned down into a deep frown as if he’s not pleased by what’s about to occur. Did he know that you wouldn’t mess up your singular chance this time?

Even so, he doesn’t move when you strike. The blade arcs upwards smoothly and slices along the width of his torso before your entire body spins with the blade. You bring it back around, strengthening your shoulders. Breathe. Once facing the monster again, the sharp metal of your blade slices cleanly through the thick muscle of his forearm. The discarded limb falls with a thud in the flower field and yet he still does not attack.

Continuing on the trajectory of the blade, you imbed the blade as far as it can go into his side. Slicing clean through both clothing and muscle as if he were nothing but meat, however, the blade gets stuck. It’s stuck just beneath his ribcage and finally, the monster starts to respond. One hand grabs at the blade, uncaring as it slices into his long fingers.

He pulls it free from his side, and his eyes remain locked onto your face. Something’s wrong, you can feel it. It blooms deep in your chest and settles into your bones when he rips the blade from your hands only to toss it into the sea of red flowers to be forgotten.

The two-faced demon tilts his head, and for a split second, he’s just staring at you before a hand wraps around your throat. Instinctively you can only react by wrapping your hands around his wrist, feeling the smoothness of it before your nails sink into the flesh.

He doesn’t react.

Belatedly you realise the hand holding your throat is the one you had removed, blood splattering up his arm but the hand is clean. The ground beneath you slowly disappears as he raises you up into the air, up to his height.

“Enough of your games.” He snarls, the lower timbre vibrates through his entire body. “Wake. Up.”

Elongated claws sink into the soft tissue of your neck and then there’s only a deafening crack.

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The floor beneath you is cold, a smooth wood that has been thoroughly cleaned when you open your eyes to glance over the expanse of it. You’re laid on your front, tossed onto the floor like you were some doll according to the aches in your body.

Wherever you are is oddly quiet, only the eerie whistle of wind that blows through the opened koshi doors that must lead out to the courtyard of wherever you are. It most definitely was not the estate you had been living in for the past few years of your life, there’s no familiar eucalyptus smell that came with whatever the maids used to clean the linen.

Instead, you’re only met with the smell of blood. Perhaps it’s your own, you can feel the stickiness of your kimono sticking to your shoulder and yet there is no pain that comes with what had happened to you. But there’s that feeling of being watched, eyes resting upon your back as they watch you slowly return to the real world.

You can’t see them, nor hear them, is it the monster? Did he bring you back to his lair to feast on you properly? You move your head slowly, careful to not jostle the thing watching you into attacking.

To your left, there is an unlit Irori – the logs of wood in the hearth look like they were alight at some point. There’s no pot hanging precariously over the hearth, had it been used to keep the room warm?

To your right, you spot the raised platform for an untouched futon. It’s big, larger than any futon you had ever seen before. But alas, it is unoccupied and further pushes your mind to believe that whatever is spying on you is in the shadows. Your eyes drift back down to the floor, only to land on the unsheathed blade of your tachi. It’s coated in blood that has crusted in the warmth of the fire that had once been lit.

You move before you think. Your fingers curl around the hilt of the blade before there’s pressure on your forearm.

A foot holds your arm in place and sharpened nails that are like claws scratch along the wooden floor. The cold of the room is chased away with the monster holding you in place, there’s a thud of a knee on the other side of you as he successfully cages you to the floor with his form again.

“You humans never learn.” He growls close to your ear, and a huff of warm breath against the back of your neck causes a shiver to roll down the bumps of your spine. “You never think. Never listen to the rationality that I know you all have.”

The foot at your forearm somehow curls even more around your forearm, crushing the bones and tendons until you release the hilt of the blade with an undignified yelp. You’re rewarded with a chuckling pleased sound from the thing holding you down.

Hands that you have grown to recognise in such a short space of time grab at your shoulders before the world shifts and turns, you’re pushed back into the wooden floor by large hands and the monster looms over you. His foot has shifted from holding your forearm in place, but he remains kneeling over you on one knee.

With just the dim light of the flickering candles that were littered around the room, you’re able to see him in a more delicate light. He’s no longer wearing the kimono he had worn when you first laid eyes on him at the clan's estate. His entire torso is exposed, and his muscles are relaxed despite him holding you down to the floor. You’re now privy to the thick bands of black tattoos that curl around said muscles, painted along his chest and arms.

His trousers are certainly the ones he had been wearing in the wake of his attack however, the unmistakable splatters of blood and other bodily matter a subtle contrast to the black of his pants.

“Why?” The coarseness in your voice is rough, and thankfully the man/monster above you refuses to comment on it — but his lips do quirk in the faintest of cruel smirks.

“Why do you never learn?” He raises an eyebrow, the only one on his face that isn’t covered by his ‘second face’. “The same reason why you think you have the right to speak to me so freely.”

The pink-haired monster leans in slowly, body hunching over until all you can see is him. His grin grows malicious; hungry.

“Because you’re nothing but a stupid bitch.”

He stares at you, expecting some sort of outburst. Perhaps he even expects you to cry with the way his grin splits his face in half and you see the joy dance in his eyes. But in truth, you have nothing to say to the beast. Nothing you can say would be answered truthfully, he’s clearly only brought you here to play with his food.

So you don’t ask anything.

Instead, your wrist twists awkwardly, but the arc is perfect. The blade that was knocked from your hand slices through the flesh of his neck, once again dousing you in a more violent spray of blood that stings your eyes and burns at your parted lips.

You can taste him on your tongue; he tastes just like death.

The beast rears his body back just enough for the river of blood to cascade down the bareness of his chest. You expect to see fear in his eyes, or perhaps even surprise when you flick your gaze away from the expanse of the wide gash on his neck.

But rather than any of that, you’re met with what could only be summarised as boredom. His eyes are entirely unamused, lips twisted into a frown that grows more and more furious by the second. One of his four hands reaches up to his neck, blood dribbling from between the cracks of his fingers and he swipes his hand along the wound in a clean motion.

As his hand falls away, you’re met with the smooth unblemished skin of his neck. The only evidence of anything had happened is the still-wet blood that’s smudged into his skin. Did he heal it? He only moved his hand and the wound had been cured.

“Monster.” You whisper, aghast at the display.

The hand that had been used to heal his throat curls into a tight fist, blood still dripping from his hand as he slowly raises it up. The way he positions it is without a doubt going to be brought down onto your head.

His lips part, an unreadable expression on his face. “Worse.”

All the muscles in his shoulder tense up, the thick tendons on his neck show that he’s not going to half-ass the pummeling of your skull. You can only find solace in the fact it’ll be swift, a merciful death. It comes down in one swift motion, the air around his fist whistling with just how quickly he moves.

A loud knock on the sliding door stops his fist just inches from your face.

“Come in,” he commands, still holding his position over you with the fist so menacingly close to your face that you can feel the heat of his skin.

You hear the sliding of the shoji door before feet shuffle in, and you watch in horror at the way the upper set of eyes shift to glance at the guest but the lower ones remain locked onto you.

“Master Sukuna,” a voice speaks from just beyond the hand that blocks your view. Sukuna. So the monster has a name.

Sukuna takes a moment to speak, the lower pair of eyes keep you pinned in place in lieu of his body as he leans up enough to open your view up to see who the new arrival is. You don’t move your head, just shift your eyes to catch a glimpse of white hair with a splash of dark pink that looks like a stain along their otherwise pristine hair.

“Uraume.”

Uraume bows in deep respect to the call of their name, and they hold it until Sukuna finally turns his attention onto them (save for the eye that’s still angled in your direction).

“Your audience awaits,” is all Uraume says before they duck their head once again, and you catch a glimpse of their face. It’s entirely blank, with no expression to give away if they’re being forced to call him ‘Master’ or if they’re here willingly. But with the way Sukuna at least gives them the time of day, you can only assume they’re definitely here of their own volition.

“Good.” Sukuna grins, sharp teeth on display and you’re forced to snap your attention back to him when he turns his face back to you. He sneers down at you, something malicious and mischievous bouncing around his brain. “Dress this one. It’s time she learns her place.”

His weight is gone in a blink of an eye from your body, and your lungs suck in air greedily. By the time your head is clear and you process his words, Sukuna is gone and you’re left with only the one named Uraume who does finally break the façade of being unbothered when you meet their eyes. Those pink eyes glare at you, judging you; they know you attempted to kill their master.

After some forceful shoving and wrangling into a pure black furisode; the choice of colour is not lost on you. You’d only be forced into a long-sleeved kimono of such colour after losing a loved one – a spouse. Sukuna was gloating about his conquest. Quite the sadistic monster. Along with the onyx furisode, you had a white obi tied around your midsection. Such a stark difference to the inky black that drowned you.

Uraume had guided you out of what you assumed to be Sukuna’s personal quarters. Stepping past the sliding door, you were immediately met with a type of cold that slinks through somewhere that’s not usually inhabited; abandoned and forgotten. But the corridor you step out into is anything but abandoned and forgotten, it’s clean.

So much so that you can’t spot a single spot of dust or a string of spider web that should occupy somewhere so old. You can definitely tell you’re in an older temple of some sort, the floorboards whilst immaculately clean still had the age-worn signs of excessive use evident. The walls were bare, but not in the sense that it was a stylistic choice.

But rather there were outlines of where you imagine scrolls once sat with scripture and artwork. As you continue your forced venture further through the mysterious temple, you finally start to piece together just where you might be.

You hit a junction, the left hallway leads down to a shrine. But it’s not a shrine anymore, you can see that the golden statue of Buddha was forcibly removed – ripped from its place and only one creature comes to mind with the strength to do such a thing.

The realisation of where you are makes you want to scoff, it’s just so obvious of an abode for an evil spirit. Sukuna seems to have taken over an abandoned Buddhist temple. How it became abandoned, you’re not quite sure you want to know.

You’re forced away from the left hallway, a sharp turn to the right as Uraume silently guides you. They haven’t turned to look at you, but you know they’re acutely aware of the fact you’re following along. You haven’t seen another person here yet, just Uraume and… you suppose, Sukuna counts as a person — of sorts.

Eventually, you come to a halt, two large doors are in front of you. Painted in a shade of red so brilliant you’d think that it was a fresh coat of paint. Something beyond that door causes your stomach to flip itself, anxiety bubbling to a boiling point deep in the pit of your soul.

You shouldn’t step a foot beyond those doors.

Uraume doesn’t seem to care about your inner turmoil, however, as they knock their fist against the large wooden door three times. Three slow knocks, a signal. And just like that, the doors are shifted and slowly drawn open. By who? You have no idea, you can’t quite bring yourself to glance away from the figure who has tormented you in such a short space of time.

Sukuna consumes a room solely by existing, and that’s without just how large and imposing he was. He demands attention, he looks like he knows it too. As he leans back on a throne fit only for a King, a large fist of one of his many arms curled against his cheek as he watches you with mild amusement.

He sits atop a raised platform, around five or six steps that lead up to him and the only thing you can think is that not even the Emperor himself sits so high. Sukuna thinks so highly of himself. You’re grabbed and shoved into the room by unseen hands before the doors are suddenly shut behind you, effectively cutting off your only escape route.

Sukuna says nothing, even if his eyebrow twitches at the way you stare at him for a moment. A gut feeling demands you glance away from him, and you do. You take a quick moment to glance around the room, peering into the darkness of the shadows where the light of the fire burning in a pit in front of the throne doesn’t quite reach.

You think you see figures in the darkness, shuffling to make themselves small and unseen. A snap of fingers causes your attention to dart your eyes back towards the monster of a man who sits so lazily on his throne. Sukuna still has his eyes set on you before they oh-so-slowly drag down your body to assess the state of your attire.

It’s unsurprising when his lips crack into that grin that you’ve seen when he was moments away from eating you alive; he’s very thrilled with himself and his jab at your newfound widower status.

“Bow.” He demands, the word a lazy drawl on his tongue and he only grins further when he sees your eyebrows twitch together in annoyance.

He wants your obedience, your loyalty. He wants to revel in his power, and you don’t doubt anyone has lived if they refused to meet his demand. But Sukuna waits for a moment, as if to see you’d continue to defy him. Perhaps a part of him wants that, he seemed to get a slight kick out of the fact you knew how to draw a sword and use it effectively.

“BOW.” It’s a thunderous roar, enough that you see the dust of the old temple flit down from the rafters. All you can do is fall to your knees, feet coming together as you assume the type of bow he might want.

The wooden floor is cold against your bare hands as they slide simultaneously alongside your thighs before they form a triangle in front of you. You bow deeply, your forehead just mere centimetres away from your fingers. It’s a bow you’ve been in many times before, in front of your father when he was Shogun, in front of the Emperor and Empress when you had been granted audience with them.

Typically, you’d hold the bow for only a few seconds, enough to convey your deep respect for them but something tells you that perhaps you shouldn’t rise from the position Sukuna demands of you.

Your ears prick at the sound of bare feet on the floor, slow but heavy, Sukuna must’ve gotten up from his throne. He approaches you like a wolf would when hunting its prey, slow and methodical as he maps out just how to strike. Would he stomp on your head with one of his clawed feet? Would he simply rip your head from your shoulders the second you looked up at him?

Without much time to think further, there’s a harsh grip on the back of your kimono and you’re wretched upwards and forward until your face is just inches from the fire that burns in front of you. It burns even without it being on your skin, the heat licks and lashes at your face until you start to sweat.

Instinctively you can only try to move yourself away from the flame, but a hand holds you steady.

“Look closely,” he says so close to your ear, and you imagine he’s looming over you like the wolf who has the frightened bunny in his maw. Your eyes are forced to look down into the pit of the fire, where the wood burns so brightly but instead you’re met with a face.

A face you had seen many times over the past few years of your life, a face you had watched in the middle of the night as he slept next to you. It’s your husband.

Or rather, just his head. Whatever is left of it anyway. Clearly, he had been shoved into the pit quite some time ago, the signs of what happens to a body under immense heat makes your stomach roll uncomfortably.

Sukuna laughs, a deep low sound that puffs against your cheek. “He screamed when he died. Like a little pig.” It’s a sneer, and his hand only clenches more into the fabric of your kimono until it sounds like it’s starting to rip.

Just as quickly as the flame had been thrust into your face, it’s ripped away. You’re brought back to your knees, no longer forced into the deep bow and you’re met with the face of your new tormentor. Sukuna grins as he surveys the damage to your face already, the welts that were already forming.

“I have a gift for you.” is all he says before he drops the hold on your back, the force enough to shove you forward again an inch towards the flame but you’re free to scoot away from it. He steps away from you for just a moment, there’s a shuffle of feet from the darkness of the shadows before he’s back in front of you.

You can only stare at his feet for a moment, the long claws there are no longer coated in blood as they once had been when you first saw him. Instead, he’s immaculately clean. For who he is, he’s oddly patient whilst your eyes drag up along the expanse of his legs and along the thickness of his chest until you meet his eyes.

He’s grinning down at you, all sharp teeth and red of his eyes glowing with something malicious. He raises a hand out to you, his claws sinking into the darkened cloth that’s wrapped around something in his hand. As his fingers sink into the cloth, there’s an ooze of blackened liquid that drips and curls around his fingers.

Blood.

“Take it.” He demands, even thrusting it closer to your face and you hesitate only for a fraction of a second before you take the wrapped-up thing in your hand. You already have a gut feeling what it might be, the weight plus the shape of it was a dead giveaway. “Open it.”

The blood-sodden cloth is sticky and cold as you touch it, your fingers coated in a thin layer of blood as you start to pry open the layers of cloth until it slowly starts to reveal itself. The smell is pungent, a ripe type of smell that sticks to the back of your throat when you accidentally inhale too hard to try and steel your nerves as you stare down at the ‘gift’.

It’s a heart. A large one, most definitely too large to be from any small livestock animal. You drag your eyes back up to Sukuna, and his eyebrow raises in amusement at whatever emotion must be on your face.

Suddenly he crouches down, invading your space with an intense heat that’s similar to the fire burning behind him. He’s still grinning, and up close you can see his canines are more like fangs that are absolutely made to rip apart people.

“Do you like it?” You don’t know why he’s asking such a thing; you’re certain he couldn’t care less if you liked it or not. But he doesn’t give you a chance to answer as he continues, “It’s your husbands.”

It made sense, that it belonged to your husband. It was his body that was currently fueling the warmth of the room, and you can tell Sukuna has a sick sense of humour. Automatically your eyes drift back to the heart in your hands, it takes up both of your hands as you hold it the same way it was delivered to you.

Your husband's heart is cold and stagnant in your hands, it’s an odd feeling that fills your chest. A mixture of both grief and relief, it’s overwhelming in the sense that you don’t know which one to lean into more. On one hand, he was your husband and you had been lucky enough to survive as his wife – but on the other hand, he wasn’t someone you loved. You never enjoyed his company, and he despised you for your lack of giving him a son.

All the while, Sukuna watches you intently. His multiple sets of eyes lap up every reaction, every thought that flits behind your eyes and he wonders for a moment if you might just start crying. He thinks he’d enjoy that a lot. But he has something even better in store first.

“Eat it.” He’s still down at your height, large forearms resting on his knees and clawed fingers itching to grab at you when you flick your eyes up in shock at him.

“What?” You speak for the first time and it makes Sukuna’s smile widen to the point where he looks like he might just lunge and eat you.

“Eat your husband's heart.” It’s said in such a tone that you know it’s not up for debate. He’s demanding, commanding, that you eat the heart that once beat in the chest of the man you had known for the last five years of your life. “Now.”

The growling order has you bringing the bloodied muscle to your lips, eyes not once leaving his. You had a choice here, if you didn’t do this then you’re most certainly going to end up as kindling for the fire burning bright behind the monstrous four-armed demon in front of you.

If you do obey his order, then what did that mean for you? For your mentality? Even with the way you felt towards your husband, to eat someone's heart is… a lot. It’s something that changes a person, and you can tell from the look in Sukuna’s eyes that he’s definitely banking on the fact it breaks you down.

He wants you to submit, you realise. You wounded his pride with the two attempts you’ve made on his life. There’s a pang in your chest at that, not a painful one, no. It’s your own pride rearing its ugly head, it sends a wave of accomplishment down your spine. You did that, you managed to fray the nerves of what might just be one of the strongest monsters to ever exist.

So you hold eye contact with his upper set of eyes, and you revel in the way Sukuna’s manic grin falters slightly at your own smile before your teeth sink into the heart. The metallic copper taste of blood hits your tongue first, and you have to suppress the urge to gag at the taste of it. Then comes the sinking of your teeth further and further into the muscle, it’s tough, chewy.

It takes far too much of your jaw strength to fully bite through the organ, and just as much of your own mental fortitude to not spit it out as you chew on it. Sukuna is watching with rapt sick fascination, his lower set of eyes watching the dribble of blood from either side of your mouth as it curls down your chin and along the column of your throat. His upper ones are still connected with your own, he’s waiting to see if you crack.

You’re not sure how you do it but you swallow the lump of muscle in your mouth, and that’s when your eyes flutter in a futile attempt to stop the urge to regurgitate it. Your stomach fights hard to not allow it to settle inside of you, but you swallow harder until it’s clear from your throat.

When you finally do meet Sukuna’s eyes again, he has an eyebrow raised in what must be surprise that you managed to do it. Then his face drops into a mean sneer, his upper lip curling up in what might be a snarl before he speaks again, “Finish it.”

Part of you wants to throw the bitten heart in his face, maybe it’ll give you a spare second to sprint out of the room before he catches you and inevitably kills you too. Could you open the heavy wooden doors fast enough to make your escape? Probably not. It’d be all for nothing.

So you bite, and you bite. You chew and swallow through the growing urge to vomit as you keep eye contact with Sukuna. He’s still sneering down at you but even you can notice the odd glint of what might be reluctant pride in his eye.

With one final gulp of the muscle, your hands are only left to curl into the wet cloth that sits empty. Your entire lower face feels bloodied, sticky with a wet liquid that’s starting to crack and dry the longer you’re sat near the burning fire pit. Sukuna remains down at your height for a moment longer, his eyes darting down to the blood you’re coated in.

Your mind is reeling, from both the intense heat that’s starting to grow hotter and hotter in the large throne room and from the fact you did that. You ate your entire husband's heart, it sits heavy in your stomach and just that thought alone has your stomach tensing in preparation to spit it back out.

But you don’t. You hold your ground and raise your head up high, defiant to the beast before you. It takes only a second before clawed fingers are grabbing at you, they curl painfully into your bloodied cheeks as his palm cups your chin. He tugs you close enough that you can feel your own heavy breaths bouncing off of his face back into your own.

Was he still going to kill you after what he made you do? It wouldn’t be a shock if he did, he seemed like the type to get enjoyment out of people's misery before killing them. Maybe at this point, it would be a mercy. You had no family to flee to, no husband left to come and find you. You were trapped in the maw of a vile creature.

Sukuna holds his gaze over you for a long tense moment, his eyes scanning over your features and flicking back up to your eyes as if he’s searching for something. What that might be, you’re unsure. You’re not quite sure if you want to know what’s bouncing around in his head.

“Take her away,” Sukuna finally settles on saying, standing to his full height once he forcefully shoves your head back. You fall out of the position you were holding on the floor with your legs tucked beneath you, your bloodied hands slipping against the polished floor.

There are footsteps, barefooted until they’re around you. You look up to see two girls, with faces that look like they’re uncomfortable with what they had to witness. Did he keep women here as a sick sort of show of power? Their hands tuck beneath your armpits, forcing you to stand as you stare stupefied at all the pieces that start to click together in your head.

Sukuna is sitting back on his throne by the time you’re being dragged from the room, your numb feet slowly starting to feel out the ground beneath you. And all you can do is stare at him as he watches you, he doesn’t look quite as malicious as he did at the start – but rather, he looks like he’s pensive about something, a thought that’s troubling him.

The large wooden doors shut with a resounding slam, and the last thing you see before you’re pulled around a corner was those crimson-coloured eyes staring at you.

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hellooooo heyyyyy hiiiii!! Can I please have a Muzan who has a male son? Maybe when he’s playing with flowers, he suddenly manages to grow a blue spider lily? Like his son having flower magic? pls take your timeee byeee

My Pretty Flower

Muzan x son reader

Ok so I wasn't completely sure how to start or how to end it, so I hope you can still enjoy it

(name) was an unusual boy to say the least. Unlike his father, Muzan, he was always happy-go-lucky and seemed to never have a bad day. Even though they were so different Muzan held a soft spot for the little ball of happiness.

Not only did he obtain the affection of the demon lord himself, but also all the Upper Moons. Head pats and cuddle-sessions were a must when Douma or Daki looked after the kid. It entertained everyone when the kid told them enthusiastically about his adventures of the day, usually it was about the bugs he caught at night or a paticular rock he found, while venturing outside. Of course, always companioned by an Upper Moon or Muzan himself.

Due to the fascinating with flowers, Muzan forced some lower demons to make a garden specifically with flowers that bloom at night. And that smile (name) had in his face would even melt the coldest hearts. Though Muzan did panic a bit when he saw (name) crying, but luckily these were tears of happiness.

Now (name) spent most of his time out in the garden, doing whatever little kids did and just enjoying his time. That was until he felt a strange sensation in his hands and the next thing he knew, flowers sprouted where his hands touched the ground. (name) was surprised, had he awoken his blood demon art? His ability was to grow flowers?

How...

AMAZING!!!

The boy had the time of his life, touching whatever surface he could get his little hands on, enjoying the range of colors that now adored the garden. He stood proud at the entrance and looked at the art he just created. That was until he noticed an almost glowing blue color in his peripheral vision. Curious about what kind of flower it was, he started to walk in it's direction.

The moment he got his fingers on the, what he now knew was a lily, he ran inside his home to show his father and the rest on the Upper Moons what he had created.

He slammed the shoji door open, held the flower up and enthusiastically said

"Papa, look what I made, isn't it beautiful?! "

Silence. Everyone in the room was now staring at the boy, who still held his arm up, with a smile on his face. They all were in disbelief, had the boy just created the flower they all had been looking for? Was that seriously a blue spider lily? His blood demon art was... creating flowers?

Muzan forced everyone out of the room, except (name) of course, and took the flower to thoroughly study it. (name) couldn’t understand why everyone was acting so different now, especially his father. At first he felt as though they were disappointed in him, maybe his ability was too weak?. But his mood quickly changed once his father came out of his lab and practiacally smushed him with the hug he gave him. His father praised him to the moon and back and made (name) feel like the greatest person on earth.

Muzan, being the great father he is, didn’t tell him that, because of his ability, he ended the war between the demons and the slayers. Now he could finally destroy Ubuyashiki Kagaya and his beloved children

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ladykibutsuji · 10 months

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“Writing”

> Writer!Reader x Uppermoons

> Headcanon: Reader's favorite hobby is writing and the Uppermoons took interest in her hobby, What do the uppermoons thinks of reader's excellent skills in writing?

> SERIES: I'll be making more for each hobbies (Such as painting, sports etc.)

> Normal Timeline

> Requested by: sleepykye

> ‼️WARNING‼️: Mention of disturbing things at douma's part

> I don't own the pictures used

|KOKUSHIBO|

Reader is a Upper Rank Demon

- You and Kokushibo was sent on a mission together by no other than Muzan Kibutsuji Himself, Your mission was to investigate a certain place where the blue spider lily could be located.

- Investigating for the whole night you still couldn't find the whereabouts of the blue spider lily and it was almost dawn so you and Kokushibo decided to continue searching once the sun goes down.

- The both of you stayed in a abandoned inn and since demons don't really need sleep you are just passing time by doing your favorite hobby which is writing

- You have been writing for a few minutes and Kokushibo is just observing you curious on what you are writing about

- it was silent for a while until kokushibo finally decided to ask you

- "What's...that?"

- you stared at him for a short amount of time before inviting him to come closer so you can show him what you are doing

- He was hesitant at first to come closer but he eventually did and you showed him what you are doing

- "I'm writing books based on my imagination, I have different kinds of them do you want to read them?"

- Kokushibo thought about it for a while before finally saying 'sure'

- You showed him a few books you wrote and his eyes landed on a certain book that have the title of "Brother Stays Together"

- Needless to say after reading it he was OBSESSED

- "Impressive." That's all he said.

- He doesn't say much but he is really interested and invested in your books.

- For the whole day you are writing new chapters for a certain book while kokushibo reads them after you finish

- He thinks you are very skilled in writing and he wouldn't mind reading your books over and over again.

- Reading your books gives him a peace of mind

- Starting from that day on He kept some of the books you made with him just so he could read them after training

- Sometimes he would help you with suggesting ideas for your book

- Kokushibo is your Biggest #1 fan even though he won't admit it.

|DOUMA|

You are one of douma's followers

- Douma was planning to consume you

- He was about to enter your room until he stumbled upon a book that you made on the floor

- he was curious so he decided to pick it up and read it

- The book contains disturbing things.

- If other people read your book they would be horrified but for douma he was Impressed

- He loves every detail you put onto the book and praised your skills in his head

- You who just exited your room found douma reading a book, at first you thought it was a normal book but as your vision became more clear you noticed that it was the book you created inspired by your unexplainable and angry thoughts

- 'fuck I'm screwed' you thought

- As soon as douma spotted you in a corner you thought he was going to be disgusted or be horrified of you but he just smiled at you while waving

- "Hello my dear Y/N~ did I woke you up?"

- You greeted him back as you immediately started walking towards him

- "I-i'm sorry for what I wrote, I promise to never do it again!"

- You apologized while bowing your head and douma was confused to why you are apologizing, he then chuckled while placing a fan on his mouth

- "Keep your head up dear, there is no need to be sorry afterall what you just wrote excites me! You should make more of these"

- You were stunned, you didn't expect him to react this way but you are also glad he didn't kicked you out of the cult because you have no where else to go

- "if you wish, my lord"

- Starting from that day on, douma thought that it would be a waste to consume someone who have such talent in writing so he kept you alive

- He always praises your work and treasured the books you gifted to him

- He also uses the disturbing things in your book just to piss off akaza and of course it always work especially if it's with women

|AKAZA|

Reader is Human

- Akaza was just walking around the place trying to gather information about the blue spider lily until he heard a girl crying from a distance

- He tried to ignore it but at the same time he got curious and curiosity got the best of akaza so he followed the noise

- After walking he found you sitting on a bench alone while uncontrollably sobbing with ripped papers around you

- He decided to approach you and you didn't noticed his presence until he spoke

- "Are you okay?"

- You flinched a little and wiped your tears as you stared at the man before you

- at first you wanted to ignore him and continue to have a mental breakdown but there's something inside you that's telling you that you can trust him so you spoke

- "A bunch of teenagers ruined the book I was making and they criticized my work... what's wrong with putting my imagination into a book?"

- Akaza felt pity for you as he gently rubbed your head

- "There's no need to cry about it, I'll help you with making another one."

- Delighted you immediately stopped sobbing since this was the first time that someone offered to help you with writing

- Luckily, nobody else was in the house with you so you invited akaza over to rewrite your book

- Even though akaza still has a mission to finish it wouldn't hurt to stay over a little at someone else's place right? It was almost dawn anyways

- At your place, Akaza gave you inspiration and ideas as you wrote them down in a piece of paper

- The whole time he was admiring your facial features while you are writing

- After a few hours, You are still not halfway finish but akaza could see your talents in writing stories

- You offered to let him read some books you have done before and he reluctantly agreed

-He's a bit scared to hold the book you are giving afraid that he will somehow ruin it

- After reading for a while, akaza was mesmerized by your writing

- He finds it heart-warming and calming

- Because of you he develops such likings to book

- Even though he only likes books when you are the writer

- "You are really good at this Y/N, I don't get why those people would look down at your skills."

- When the sun comes down he had to take his leave since he didn't want to upset his Lord Muzan but luckily for him you let him take some of your book for him to read when he's bored

- at first akaza didn't really like the thought of having to take your book with him

- He's worried that it might get destroyed when he's fighting a demon hunter and he didn't want to destroy such masterpiece

- But again he's afraid that he will hurt your feelings if he refused so he just made sure to take care of it properly

- btw the teenagers who made fun of you are missing

|HANTENGU|

Reader is Human

- You found hantengu near your house and thought that he was just a normal elderly man so you decided to take him in your house just to take proper care of him in a short amount of time

- He only stayed for a day and as soon as the sun goes down he decided to leave as he have a mission to fulfill

- "wait! Isn't it too dark for you to go out?"

- He flinched when he heard your voice and apologized that he really has to go

- You didn't stop him understanding that he probably has a home to return to so you gave him a book before he leaves

- He hesitantly accepted your gift before leaving and gave you a thanks before running off like a scaredy-cat

- At the mission, Hantengu got bored and decided to read the book you gave him

- After finishing the book he was speechless

- Too good that he was speechless

- He lets also lets the other clones read your book

- What the other clones think:

- Sekido, Finds peace in your writing

- Aizetsu, Finds Comfort in your writing

- Karaku and Urogi won't get tired of re-reading the comedy in your book and they find it fun

|Gyokko|

Reader is a Upper Rank Demon

- Gyokko was giving his fellow uppermoons a pot as a gift

- He also gifted you a pot with Sakura inspired design and you happily took it

- You decided to exchange gifts with him, as he gave you the pot you gave him a book that you made just a few days prior

- He was happy that you also gave him something so in order to appreciate your gift he started reading it

- Now, Gyokko isn't the type to appreciate someone else's work but when it comes to you he feel head over heels for your writing

- He thinks it's 'Art'

- He loved the details and the calmness that it brought him

- He treasures your book now

- He even made a pot inspired by the book you gave him

|DAKI \ GYUTARO|

Reader works under daki

- Even though daki was cruel towards you this doesn't stop you from wanting to give her a gift

- You gifted her a book that is about 'Siblings Love'

- At first, Daki seems uninterested but she took your gift anyways

- At first she was debating whether to burn it or just rip it apart (poor reader)

- surprisingly she did none of the above when she saw the title which is 'Siblings Love'

- She decided to give it a chance so she read it

- Daki didn't even noticed how much time passed by when she was reading the book you gifted her

- At first, daki seems confused to why she was suddenly feeling crying

- It's as if there's something in her head that she couldn't describe

- As expected, she called gyutaro just because of unexplained feelings

- After departing from daki's body, He quickly patted his sister's head

- "Why are you crying..your face is too beautiful to cry.."

- "Listen brother, This book...it made me feel something unexplainable.. I don't know just read it"

- Gyutaro raised an eyebrow at his younger sister as he started reading the book that his sister gave to him

- An hour past by and He finally figured out why daki's crying about the book

- it made him tear up a little too

- "Whoever wrote this surely knows how to get to my beautiful little sister's feelings eh?"

- Starting from that day, daki won't admit it but she did love your writing as much as gyutaro does

- Daki insulted your skills in writing and told you to make more better books She only insults you just so you could keep making more

- of course you thought that daki didn't really liked your creations until she said something surprising

- "I like the books you made..but just a bit! So don't get too full of yourself."

- That's where you understand that daki is just indenial

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ninapi · 7 months

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Premise: The line between being rescued and captured can be very thin, it all depends on who gets to be in charge for the day. Battling against their own feelings, they were only allowed to feel one emotion each, even when they had feelings for the same person, they were really the same demon after all. Could it be possible they fell for a filthy treacherous human? Nah…

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┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺╚══ Upper Moon Four╝

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Hantengu wasn’t one of the most popular upper moons.

His squeaky cowardly self annoying everyone in the infinity castle to their cores. Though, that didn’t stop Muzan from entrusting him with a very important mission.

Even if in the end, the goal was there for every moon, Hantengu was personally tasked by the man himself to find the blue spider lily, he had to, there was no other choice.

Even if he wasn’t the strongest moon there was, he had an advantage the others didn’t, and that was the reason he was chosen for the task; he wasn’t one, but seven.

While he didn’t like to use his clones unless it was absolutely necessary, he knew he had the option to do so, and that was an advantage during reckoning missions. He could cover five times more land than if he was on his own.

But that wasn’t the case for this mission.

He had a lead, an important one.

The daughter of the local flower merchant had been talking way too much about this rare flower she’s been cultivating secretly, even behind her father’s back. If that wasn’t enough of a clue, she told someone it was a spiderlily, a beautiful one at that.

This had to be it, he was certain of that.

So going in his tiny form, he climbed into her basket full of flowers while she was attending her regular deliveries down town, allowing him to follow her home undetected.

When the basket was settled down though, a loud scream could be heard coming from the owner of the basket, prompting him to get out from his hiding place.

Her house was on fire, there was no structure left standing at this point, just a burning pile of ashes.

Even if you didn’t notice, he did.

About three members of the demon corps fled up into the mountains, while one of them was hiding something.

This had to be it, they figured it out as well and got rid of the evidence of its existence. But they forgot something very important.

If you did it once, you could do it twice.

And he had you in his possession now.

Though Muzan wouldn’t spare his life if he allows the demon corps to be in possession of said flower, he had to do something to stop them, fast.

Invoking his clones, he took two with him and sent the other two to keep you captive.

“Sekido, Karaku, take the girl to someplace safe, as far away from here as possible without driving attention to yourselves. Aizetsu, Urogi, you come with me, we need to stop those pesky rats before they manage to reach their camp.” even if he was trembling with fear at his own instructions, everyone listened and got to it immediately.

You were still stunned by the entire situation, your sickly mother was bed bound, there was no way she got to leave the house before it fell to the ground. Just thinking of the painful death she might have incurred in made you lose your senses to the outer world.

Noticing this, Sekido hit the back of your head with his staff, Karaku quickly reacting and catching you on the spot.

“Jeeze you could have said something before doing that, man…”

“There’s no time for that. Take her.” without further questioning, he cradled you to his chest, following his counter part deep into the forest.

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Day 1: Anger

Sekido decided to take on the first watch.

They didn’t know what you were capable of, you were just a weakling, a human with not even one ability besides cultivating flowers, yet he knew you were valuable, having you escape was not an option.

“Karaku, you stay outside, make sure none of those rats followed us and report to me anything out of place.”

Sekido was bossy, everyone knew about this, but it still irked his own clones. Karaku was quite his opposite and not the best match to keep around an angry Sekido, but he’d do his best to not get in his way and enjoy the pleasures a bright full moon could bring, a little bottle of sake making its way out of his pocket as he chose the best rock to sit on and drink to his heart’s content.

They found an abandoned cottage in the middle of the forest, way far in the south. Nobody should even guess they were there, the obvious path to follow being north, or east even, but definitely not south.

The cottage was fully equipped yet clearly abandoned, so Sekido tied you to a chair while he laid on the bed in front of the fire, keeping an eye open at all times.

You’ve been unconscious for hours, but who knew when you’d wake up and try to escape, he couldn’t just rest.

As if on cue, your eyes started to flutter, the light coming from the fire hurting them. “Where am I…” you looked around, this was not your house, nor any you’ve ever visited, though the fire being so up close reminded you of your mother’s demise and how you no longer had a house. “Father…I must find him!” thrashing around on the chair, you realized you were tied and was until that moment you saw the handsome demon staring at you with disgust.

“Stop moving around woman, you won’t escape with me guarding you.” his anger display startled you, making you recoil into the safety of the chair. “W-where am I…?”

“Ugh, somewhere up a mountain, not sure myself. You won’t be going anywhere though, that much I can tell you.”

“But sir, my father, I must tell him what happened to mother and the house!”

“If you’re talking about the gray-haired man selling flowers downtown, I’m pretty sure he’s also been killed, by the demon corps, mind you, not us. Something to do with the flower you were cultivating secretly.” you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You knew keeping secrets was a bad idea but why would someone be killed for a rare flower? This made no sense at all.

“The lily? Why would my house be burned to the ground and my family killed for a lonely flower sprout in a small pot, sir?”

“People stronger than you wanted it to themselves, you have no idea what you created.”

“I did nothing sir, the flowers cross pollinated on their own, I just separated it from the rest into a spare pot.” Sekido couldn’t care less for the process itself, he knew his main self wanted you to recreate it but that was honestly not his problem, his mission was to make sure you didn’t escape, that was all.

“Don’t talk to me like I was your friend, human. I’m here just to keep you from escaping not to listen to your rambling self.” his voice was gruff, came out as a low growl, a vein popping out of his forehead.

Until that very moment you hadn’t noticed his horns, this fascinating you more than it should. You should probably be nervous, terrified even, he was definitely not human, but he was beautiful, his eyes so alluring, you just couldn’t stop staring.

“What now?”

“N-nothing…was just looking around.” he could see through your bullshit, your lips were wet and trembling, your cheeks looked like a fall sunset, he’s never seen a reaction like that, all humans he’s met want to kill him right away and he wants to kill them just as much, but you had no blood thirst in the slightest, it was like if you were somewhat enjoying this.

You kept quiet for a while, not wanting to infuriate the demon that kept you captive any further, but your eyes kept wondering to his face, his long hair so shiny, probably super soft, his long fingers, the way one of them tapped on the mattress in annoyance each time he caught you staring, even his choice of clothing was entertaining to you, a fascinating subject, you almost wanted to paint him just to be able to remember his every bit, not like you could though, but one can dream.

Even if Sekido would tell you otherwise, each time he caught you staring, he wasn’t able to keep his own eyes away from your figure. The way your shyness battled the boldest side of you, the way you chewed on your lips, how you wiggled uncontrollably on the chair, how your chest raised and fell with your every breath. You were honestly a lovely prisoner, didn’t try to escape, followed commands, weren’t crying all the time, he wouldn’t mind this sort of missions more often, not like he would admit to any of this out loud of course.

“Sir?”

“Sekido.”

“Uhm?”

“Don’t call me sir, is disgusting. Call me Sekido, that’s my name.” you just nodded, smiling shyly his way.

“Sekido-san, can I have some water?” grumbling, he got up from the cot, pressing a water container he was carrying to your lips. The way you looked up at him through your lashes while wrapping your lips around the lid, entranced him like a spell, one he didn’t know the way out from.

Snapping from the dreamlike experience, he shoved some water roughly down your throat, then slammed the empty container against the floor angrily.

“There, now shut up, you’re not camping here, you’re a hostage. Don’t forget that.” without uttering another word he went out of the cottage enraged.

The sun was still far from coming out but he couldn’t handle it any longer, he’s never been this angry before, his hands were shaking, his entire body sweating, he couldn’t concentrate and all he wanted was to smash something, other than your lips with his own.

He needed to get out of there, quickly.

“Karaku, your turn. I must report my findings.” before getting an actual answer from his counterpart he disappeared into the forest, escaping from the surreal experience he didn’t know how to handle.

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Day 2: Pleasure

When Karaku finished his sake, he went inside the cottage just to see you had fallen asleep.

It caused him to chuckle seeing your silly drolly face, the alcohol in his blood making everything a little funnier than it really was.

You couldn’t escape if you were asleep, even if you weren’t, you wouldn’t be able to undo Sekido’s knots, so he would just take a nap, sunrise was coming, the birds were out and about already signalizing time for bed had come.

When you woke up from your slumber your body ached tremendously, just like your head. The images of the traumatic experience of the previous night plus the uncertainty of not knowing if your father was still alive or not adding to your distressed tired body. The skin around your wrists was now raw, your back hurt badly and you really needed to pee.

You noticed the handsome demon from the night before was nowhere to be seen and had now been replaced by another that somewhat resembled him but not quite at the same time.

His face was so relaxed, he was completely asleep, mumbling and giggling on his sleep, his hand constantly scratching his belly; he reminded you of a cat taking a nap on a warm sunny day.

Very different to the one from last night, Sekido.

Though, this one was just as handsome and a bit less scary, at least for now.

“Excuse me sir, I need to relieve myself.” he didn’t even budge turning on his other side so you would face his back instead, prioritizing his nap. The sun was still out, were you out of your mind?

“Sir? Please, I really need to….” your shy mumbles caught his attention, you were wiggling and squeaking like a little mouse, interesting.

“Can’t you just do it there? This bed is too comfortable.”

“Sir please, I couldn’t do such thing…it’ll be just a moment I promise not to escape.” to this he just groaned, you wouldn’t let him sleep if he didn’t do something.

“And what’s in it for me? I let you pee, and what do I get for that?” his suggestive tone made you uncomfortable, you didn’t know how to handle men like this, suddenly Sekido felt like a safer option.

“What could I possibly offer in this condition, sir?”

“Oh, I can think of many things you could do while still being tied up like that, maybe use those pretty lips of yours? It wouldn’t be fair if only you got to relieve yourself….” his smirk was honestly terrifying, peeing there was suddenly a better idea.

“I…um…where’s Sekido-San?” your question threw him off, making him go back to the bed, he wouldn’t waste his time with someone so unwilling.

“The hell would I know. He’s not here that’s all you need to know.” he caught a glimpse of your saddened face, and somehow he couldn’t keep to himself, he needed to see more of that face.

If you wouldn’t indulge in his very entertaining practices he had to do something to take care of his needs.

“Why? You miss him? Old meanie Sekido made a friend?” his teasing tone of voice caused a hurt frown to cast over your features, eyes glossier than before.

“I do, if you may know. He was nicer with me.”

“He was what? Wait wait, are we talking about the same demon? How did his staff look like? Maybe we’re talking about a different clone.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, sir.” your trembling lip and saddened eyes were the responsible of the waves crashing insides his gut right now, he wanted to see your tears, wanted to hear you cry. He didn’t know pleasure could take this form, it had always been either carnal or bloody in the past, it confused him.

“Well he’s not here and never will be again, so deal with it. You won’t be alive for long anyways.” that’s all it took for your resolution to crumble, you were tired, in pain, worried, sad, hungry, tears kept coming out of your eyes like little waterfalls decorating your rosy cheeks, the light reflecting on them and turning your beautiful face into an iridescent work of art.

Karaku didn’t know what came over him but he had the need to feel you, his hand coming to wrap around your face, squishing the soft skin of your cheeks in awe. Who would have thought humans could be this pretty when broken? He’s been missing out, maybe toying with food wasn’t so bad after all.

“Stop it, you’re hurting me!” but the only thing leaving his lips at your pained outburst was a sultry low moan, his face turning in delight at the feeling of your tears going down his hand while you wiggled under him, powerless.

Panic filled your insides when someone walked into the cottage. For a second you thought it was Sekido, even if he was scary he would at least keep his distance and treat you accordingly, your current captor being as terrifying as one could be.

“Karaku, your turn to chase the rats away. We killed two, well Sekido did. We are still missing the one with the flower.” this creature was different from the other two, even if they basically had the same face, this one had wings; things were escalating quickly.

Karaku was still in a post bliss high, he didn’t know he could feel so much by doing so little, he wanted more of this, wanted to take you away and hide you someplace else, his main body would know about it, but not the other clones, he could keep you to himself without his other sides knowing.

Oh boy, all the things he could do to you….

But before he could keep dreaming of wonderful things, a gust of wind made him back off from you and out of the cottage.

“Now Karaku, I won’t face Sekido’s rage again, not because of you.” the sly grin on his face and the way he spoke somehow brought a sense of safety, he didn’t seem as intense, didn’t seem interested.

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Day 3: Joy

Honestly Urogi preferred hunting the kids in the forest, it was way more fun, he’d get to fly around, play with them for hours, but now that Sekido was supervising the entire thing he wasn’t allowed to do as he wished, and was very much intrigued by his counterpart’s decision of sending him to guard you instead of Karaku.

Sekido had barked his instructions out, even angrier than usual. He was to come and take Karaku out of the cottage, not let him anywhere near the captive human. His instructions were usually more vague but it was clear to him he didn’t want Karaku around you for some reason. Not like he cared, honestly. All he wanted was someone to play with.

“So you’re the human girl Sekido is protecting. I see.”

“Protecting? Am I not a prisoner?”

“Oh you are, darling. But I was sent out to protect you from Karaku. Seems like I arrived just in time am I right?” he was smiling at you from his seat, his wings flapping behind him in a playful manner, it made your tears dry out on their own, a smile mirroring his own coming your way.

“You did. Thank you.” this caused the winged demon to flush uncomfortably, he isn’t used to others thanking him for anything, it was fun though, a wholesome experience, made his grin grow wider.

“Did he feed you? Sekido told me you hadn’t eaten when he left.” you shook your head, a loud noise coming from your stomach at the mention of food making Urogi burst out laughing.

“Karaku is such an idiot, I caught this fish on my way here.” he held a very much dead sweet water fish by its tail, pulling it out of his pants pocket as if it was the most normal thing to do in the world, making you chuckle. “Will you be cooking it or do you need some help?”

Your sweet laugh was invigorating, felt similar to when he’s roaming the skies freely, he thinks he can understand now the way Sekido and even Karaku was acting around you, you weren’t like the other humans who feared them, you weren’t food, but someone entertaining to have around, even for the grumpiest of them.

“Can you cook? I’ve always wanted a woman cooking for me, but I always end up eating them first.” he chuckled reaching behind your back to untie the intricate knot.

“Thank goodness I taste awfully then.” you laughed together for what felt like hours, the fish turning out great as you cooked it over an improvised bonfire with sticks as your only tools, the stars above you being the only witness of the odd pairing nightly adventure.

This one was fun, you learned his name was Urogi and he even showed you his tongue so you could see the kanji on it closely and stop staring, the act was more intimate than both of you had anticipated though and ended up in a cuddling session of sorts. More like he pulled you over to his chest while you both laid on the grass enjoying the beautiful starry sky above.

It didn’t feel like you were a prisoner anymore, he even made you forget about the awful couple of days you’ve had, though it was an odd feeling and you couldn’t keep it away from your gut.

You could escape if you wanted to, but being with Urogi was better than affronting a painful reality and that’s all what’s left for you back home.

Another night went by, another demon by your side, a tender one this time, but a demon indeed, his wings and horns being a constant reminder that you were in danger and probably wouldn’t live for long.

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Day 4: Sorrow

Spending such a long time with demons made you get used to sleeping throughout the day, sunset being your new sunrise.

Urogi was happily humming a silly tune while skinning a small forest animal for breakfast when a very agitated Aizetsu came running in his direction.

“Where’s the human?”

“Ugh, inside why?” he thought he’d be the one in charge of taking care of you, that’s what Sekido had said the day before, why was Aizetsu there now?

“I will take her, you go cause a distraction.”

“Aizetsu what the fuck is going on, use your words properly.” groaning, he got up from the log he was sitting on, discarding your breakfast in annoyance.

“The flower, we found it. It wasn’t blue. She must be eliminated.”

Panic surged through Urogi’s veins, he thought you’d be staying with them for the long run, if Douma had human slaves they could certainly have one, right? They all liked her, he was sure Muzan-sama would allow it, all they had to do was convince Hantengu.

“What? Why? Even if it wasn’t blue, she knows how to make this weird color flowers, she might be able to get it done!” a defensive arm and wing came to block the entrance of the cottage, now afraid of his own counterpart.

A sad long sigh came out of Aizetsu’s lips, gently removing his other half’s arm out of the way, “I’m not trying to kill her, Urogi. I was sent here by Sekido to help her escape.”

Nodding in understanding, he moved out of the way calling for you, “(Y/N) darling, he’s Aizetsu, one of us. He’s going to help you get away safely, ok?” one of his hands cradled your face as if it was made of glass, his eyes roaming over your beautiful features to remember them properly.

“What about you? And Sekido-san? He’s still not back.” it filled his heart with warmth and joy how you didn’t want to leave them, how you worried about them, he was so full of happiness that it hurt.

“I’ll buy you some time, be safe.” he kissed the tip of your nose before flying out of the cottage, Aizetsu carrying your weeping self out of the back and into a darker side of the forest.

He ran silently for a good couple of hours until he felt it was safe enough to put you down, remembering he had cut your breakfast short with his appearance.

Kicking a tree, he caught an apple placing it on your hand as he sat quietly on the opposite direction.

You smiled at his kind selfless action, enjoying the sweet treat while admiring your not so captor anymore and more like savior. “Thank you for helping me, you’re very kind.”

“I’m no such thing, I’m a demon. Just following orders. It was very sad seeing Sekido so desperate. We share the same core after all.”

“Does that mean you all feel the same thing at the same time?” that intrigued you, they all looked the same but were so different from each other.

“Not really. We can only feel an emotion each, that’s kind of our thing.”

“So you’re always sad…?” he just nodded, his fingers playing with the straps of his shoes.

“And Sekido-san is always angry…Urogi-kun happy….how about that Karaku guy? he was…difficult to read….” your declaration made Aizetsu laugh just a tiny bit, it was a refreshing sight, “pleasure….”

“Oh…makes sense….” your face was as red as a tomato, even in the darkness of the dense forest he could see it.

It was immensely sad being able to understand his other parts, he knew just by spending some hours with you why they wanted to protect you, why they wanted you for themselves, but their actual form wanted you dead, unable to fight against his lordship’s wishes.

“Where are we going by the way?” the sun wasn’t too far away from coming and you were still pretty exposed, you knew he need to find shelter soon or he’d be in troubles.

“We aren’t going anywhere, just you. This is where we go in different directions to distract our main body, he thinks you’re with me, so he’ll follow me while you reach a safe place.”

“But the sun is almost up…can’t you come with me…? I was told the sun hurts you....” it clouded his heart to see how you were so concerned for his well-being, gut wrenching, tears were pooling on the side of his eyes, life was just so beautifully sad…

“I’ll be fine. You need to go now, he’s getting closer. Find a safe place to hide and don’t come out of there for a week. Never go back to your old house…or you’ll get yourself killed…”

He got up, dusting his pants as he got ready to leave when he felt your tiny hand clutching at his wrist, “But what about you guys? How do I get to find you…?” your eyes reflected his, sadness had never been a shared feeling among those who surrounded him, they were always angry or scared, this was the first time he felt understood, a stray tear leaving one of his beautiful eyes as he removed your hand gently away from him. “It’s very unlikely we’ll ever see each other again, and that’s for the best; otherwise we’d have to kill you next time.”

Leaving someone behind had never been this hard, being one split into different bodies had never been this heavy.

Once Hantengu absorbed them all back a flood of feelings kept pouring deep into his shaky terrified heart.

He would get killed if his lordship ever finds out that his clones had all fallen in love with a human rat…a lovely…beautiful human rat at that.

Being a demon, had never felt this lonely before.

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au where (most of) the kamaboko squad is significantly aged down and giyuu is the one to find them all.

giyuu on a mission stumbling across a boy, aged fourteen, taking out all his anger on demons with no uniform in sight, leading him to remember the anger that sabito held in his heart towards demons.

giyuu goes on a winter mission to find a family slaughtered with the two eldest, aged five and six, huddled together in a closet forcing him to remember what tsutako did for him.

giyuu heading through some mountains on his way to a mission only to be attacked by a feral six year old child, who he painfully realises was left all alone in the world, like when tsutako died for him.

giyuu investigating a town for demons only to find a group kicking around a six year old child for fun, forcing flashbacks of when the townsfolk didn't believe that a demon killed tsutako.

giyuu limping back to the butterfly mansion when he spots a girl, no older than five, being tugged around on a rope like some sort of animal, and gets the instinct that sabito would've stepped in.

so then, he has five kindergarden aged children who call him 'chichi' and a traumatized teenager who is morally inclined towards kindness and is trying to heal by helping to raise the kids.

ensue giyuu struggling with what all the kids personally need, from tanjiro wanting to be the eldest even if he isn't, to nezuko also trying to prove she's useful only making things harder, to inosuke showing off how he's the best by making things worse, to zenitsu and kanao's flinching and abusive pasts making genya himself struggle with remembering his own younger siblings and a still-fresh trauma of calling his brother a murderer.

they would all just bring back memories giyuu repressed as well. he would just be reminded of himself or people he knew basically all the time.

but imagine the hashira's reaction. kagaya's reaction. urokodaki's reaction. the uppermoon's reactions. muzan's reaction to priceless beings held in the palm of a hashira's hand.

a child who knows the sun breathing technique. a girl who knows the exact location of the blue spider lily. a teenager who could eat demons and gain their traits. and as the others grew, starting from water breathing but eventually branching to their own, suited breathing- muzan would know he's in trouble, especially as his kizuki get baked.

shinobu poking fun at giyuu: ne ne, why wont you hang out with us?

giyuu, an exhausted single father of six who works a night job and barely even sleeps during the day due to his kids: just kill me already.

but then when they actually ask, he would say he'd have to watch his kids and explain that he has six- holy fuck how does that loser have six whole children with a woman -children they dont yet realise all were adopted, so they go over with giyuu to the water estate to see if it's true.

so, we've got genya. the reason he's only been aged down a couple years is sanemi. que their absolutely shellshocked reunion. giyuu didn't get the chance to send a crow beforehand that they were arriving, and sanemi had absolutely no idea that his brother had become one of his work rival's children.

but, they can't really tell anybody, with the other hashira being overwhelmed by the five kids. giyuu knew bits and pieces but genya begged not to tell sanemi yet so he complied until that visit.

they both just awkwardly stare at each other the whole time the other hashira are there and everyone notices but just doesn't say anything out of politeness.

then giyuu asks how the kids like his coworkers. they all go around saying how much they liked the hashira then it gets to tanjiro. you can tell he's sort of upset from his facial expression, and dead set on sanemi.

genya and giyuu are horrified as tanjiro says he dislikes them because genya smells nervous and terrified. he then runs off, and the other kids immediately agree with tanjiro before following, so everything just spirals.

genya just dashes after them and tries to make them apologize, but it's just awkward silence all around for the hashira as they just sorta look at each other. it is very tense as giyuu leads them out, and genya finally rallies the children into apologizing. anyone could tell how much they were lying through that entire thing.

then genya also apologizes and bows really deep, and none of them really know how to react until sanemi steps forward to pat genya's head, saying it's not his fault and that kids will be kids. a reference to when genya called sanemi a murderer.

canonically, sanemi immediately forgave genya for that all after it happened, and he only acted hostile after genya joined the corps. so they could have a good sibling relationship build when genya's not a part of the corps.

the hashira then depart, and genya bursts into tears. the children rush to comfort him as they're all overwhelmed with how much relief is steaming off of genya at that moment.

giyuu looks back towards the hashira, where sanemi is looking back. giyuu waves, and from the shadows given by sunset, he can see sanemi did the same.

...and the end, this is all i can think about for a scene. might write this out sometime but feel free to see it. it spiralled once i started.

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #tomioka giyuu #shinazugawa genya #kamado tanjiro #kamado nezuko #agatsuma zenitsu #hashibira inosuke #tsuyuri kanao #kny #kny au #kamaboko squad

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bloodblanks · 11 months

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a field of red spider lilies [eyeless jack x reader] — final.

Hanahaki disease. A sickness caused by unrequited love, where the one afflicted with such feelings suffers from flowers blooming in their heart and lungs which are then coughed out, gradually worsening and eventually resulting in death.

inspired by coughing in the bathroom from @whaleofatjme1920! ♡

author's note: this fanfiction will contain darker content, including sickness, death, and similar themes.

please read at your own discretion.

<- part three

It wasn’t usual that Jack took you around by car. Most of the times, he picked you up on foot. After all, his body was powerful enough to run with you on his back for long distances, so there was no need for it. Plus, it was extra risk, too. He didn’t exactly have a driver’s license, not that it would matter, because if he got stopped by chance, one look at his face would be reason enough for trouble.

However, today was a special day. It was your four-year anniversary.

One of the catches to being with Jack was that you could never really go out anywhere on dates, because of his appearance. So that meant no dinner dates, no movie theatres, no amusement parks, no vacations, either. It was unfortunate, but it was still worth it for you, since you got to be with Jack.

Still, he insisted on doing something for your anniversary celebration.

The previous few years had been the same. He would bring home an expensive cut of wagyu steak, along with some fine wine, and the two of you would dine in together at his house. It was more than enough for you, especially considering how Jack was a wonderful chef, and you never once thought to ask for anything more.

Yet this year, Jack insisted that on top of what you already did, the two of you should try something new, something different. And of course you agreed; you didn’t see any issue with it. In all honesty, you were happy with whatever you did with him. All that mattered was that he was there with you to celebrate.

Jack came up with the idea to drive you to the upper parts of the mountains, somewhere he claimed had natural hot springs and a majestic view. You were hesitant at first, unsure if him driving a good idea, as well as being in a public place. But Jack assured you that if you went in the early morning hours, just a while past midnight, there wouldn’t be anyone else there. While the location was good, it wasn’t in a very populated area, the mountain the two of you lived on already being rather rural.

When you asked why he insisted on driving instead of just running with you like he usually did, he explained that the distance was quite far, although the main reason was that it wasn’t very romantic to have to run somewhere. You didn’t necessarily agree with that, but you found it cute for him to do so, and so you happily went along with it.

You shifted the schedule of your usual anniversary dinner to the day before, so that when you’d arrive at the hot springs after midnight, it would be the actual anniversary date.

Everything had gone well. The steak was delicious as always, and the champagne he selected for that day was exquisite. He even went out of his way to make dessert, something you found out he had been secretly practicing for the past few weeks. It was magnificent, much like everything else about Jack.

When twilight rolled around, Jack had everything prepared, including a car he managed to borrow from Brian. And when midnight came and passed, the two of you were in the car, steadily driving upwards on the mountain roads.

You arrived at the hot springs safe and sound. The location was just like how Jack had described it, absolutely enchanting. The two of you took a small hike to the scenic spot that he had promised, and from there, you could gaze at the entire town below, many houses with their lights on surrounding the mountain from high to low, resembling pixie lights wrapped around a Christmas tree. It was nothing short of gorgeous.

From there, you went to the hot springs, dipping your bare bodies into the hot water basins. As the two of you soaked in the perfectly warm water, you were able to gaze up towards the sky, and from there, away from all the light pollution, you could see a sky full of stars, twinkling with an evanescent glow.

“Happy four year anniversary,” Jack whispered into your ear as you leaned against him, your skin flush against his.

“Happy four year anniversary,” you repeated the words back to him with an ecstatic smile.

Jack took you into his arms, pulling you up onto his lap as he snuggled against you, you burying your face in the crook of his neck, pressing a gentle kiss to his pale grey skin.

He leaned in closer, so that his mouth was right next to your ear, his lips brushing against it ever so slightly, a feathery touch that made you feel ticklish and giggle.

“Y/N,” he whispered, “I look forward to the rest of my life with you.”

His words made you blush, swooning over his undeniable charm.

“Jack,” you tilted your head up, moving in close to his ear, “I feel the same way.”

—

The drive home was rather tranquil. The atmosphere was one of utmost serenity, with Jack driving, and you dozing off in the passenger seat, a blanket so lovingly draped around your shoulders, thanks to Jack having the idea to bring it.

“Did you have fun today?” Jack asked, his voice cutting through the silence of the night.

“Mm, yeah,” you mumbled, half-asleep, “everything was perfect.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” he responded, and you could hear the smile in his voice. As fatigued as you were, you opened your eyes to meet his, beaming at him with joy, returning his smile.

“Thank you for taking me out,” you thanked him, your voice mumbly from the drowsiness that was to be expected considering how you were still awake at three in the morning, after having had a normal sleep schedule.

“It was my pleasure,” he replied, and you nodded, although you didn’t know if he saw it or if he was too focused on driving. You could feel yourself drifting off to sleep, the temptation of unconsciousness too strong for you to remain awake.

Just as you were about to close your eyes, you saw it.

A deer. Staring directly into the headlights, transfixed by the dangerous brilliance.

“Jack!” you shouted the same second he harshly jerked the steering wheel to the right, narrowing avoiding the deer, but instead swerving off the side of the road.

And from there, you fell.

The plummet was so sudden and the speed so fast that you didn’t even realize what was happening, not until the car fiercely slammed into the ground, crushing into the trees below with a thunderous crashing sound.

You had the air forcefully taken out of your chest, something simultaneously entering it, a gasp involuntarily leaving your parted lips.

For a moment, there was total, complete, and utter silence. But as the dust settled around you, your brain seemed to regain control of itself, processing what had just happened the same time you heard a frantic call.

“Y/N!” Jack’s voice resonated through the forest. You could tell he was nearby, but you couldn’t see where. Your eyes were half-lidded, and most of what you could see was blurry and dark.

“Y/N!” Jack shouted your name again, the panic clear in his voice. You heard a loud slamming noise, feeling it concurrently as the car shuddered. You weren’t sure what was going on; all you knew was that you were afraid, shellshocked and stunned into a crushed, unmoving figure.

Your brain raced to put two and two together, understanding that the car had fallen down the side of the road and smashed into some trees, and that you were trapped in the destroyed vehicle. As you understood what was happening, you felt the fear within you continue to rise, freezing your body, though you didn’t feel as if you could move anyway.

“Oh, god—” you heard Jack’s voice, and you were relieved that he was here. Surely he could help you out of wherever you were stuck. Likely he had already freed himself, what with his inhuman strength and all.

“Y/N, can you hear me? Please say something if you can.”

You tried to speak, gasping once more, as you realized something was impaled through your chest, your eyes widening in an unadulterated horror.

“Jack—” you cried out, “I’m here, there’s— there’s something in my chest—”

“Stay still and don’t move,” he instructed. “I’ll help you.”

“Okay,” you whimpered, tears already forming at the corners of your eyes from the sheer fear alone. The adrenaline hadn’t even worn off for you to feel the pain yet, and you were not looking forward to that happening. You tried your best to keep calm, keep your mind at bay, just retain your composure for the meantime and not stress out Jack more than he likely already was.

You heard some rustling, some shuffling, but nothing happened. Instead, everything went completely still, so much so that you could’ve sworn time stopped right then and there.

“No...” Jack’s voice was muted, but it was distinctly audible in the early morning tranquillity. Early morning, you thought. Not even the birds were awake yet.

What were you thinking? That didn’t matter right now. No, right now, you were stuck, crumpled in some horrid car crash. You tried to move one of your limbs, flexing the fingers of your right hand as you tried to tug it back towards yourself, only to realize it was stuck, likely smushed in between two heavy metal objects.

You tried tugging again, and then the pain stuck you. All at once. You could feel the protest of your probably broken arm as you attempted to move it, sharp pains spiking through each nerve. Your head was throbbing, an angry pounding in your skull as if you had just been slammed in the head with a sledgehammer. What actually happened was probably not far off. However, none of that was anything compared to the stabbing pain in your chest, as if you had been speared though—no, you had been speared through—that radiated excruciating pain that pulsated through your veins.

Your first instinct was to scream from the agony that engulfed your very being, but you just barely managed to hold back for Jack. You didn’t want to scare him.

But he already knew what was going on, for you could hear him sob.

“No, no, no, Y/N—” His voice cracked as he enunciated your name, and you could hear just how broken he sounded, his voice filled with a sense of dread and despair so heavy it threatened to further crush you until you were nothing.

“Jack—” you weakly cried out. Tears were freely falling from your eyes, cascading down and painting a perceptible line through your likely bloodied cheeks. Not only were you afraid, frightened out of your mind, but the physical pain was also too much to bear. You had experienced nothing even close to being as gruesome as this.

“It hurts.”

“I know,” Jack replied, and it only struck you then how small his voice was, how lost he sounded, like an abandoned child without their parents.

You knew then, by the tone of his voice, that it was over for you. You were going to die here. As you realized that, you choked on another sob, your composure shattering thin like glass. You could feel yourself quaking within the confinement of the vehicle and the devastation to your limbs. You were trembling, bottom lip quivering as you began to hiccup.

After a long pause, with just the sounds of crying, you could hear Jack say something.

“Y/N,” he called out to you. Somehow, he sounded a lot more calm, all of a sudden. Perhaps you were just delirious; you did feel lightheaded from the blood loss.

“Yes?” Your voice shook.

“I’m going to get you out of there,” he stated, his voice firm, unwavering.

“What?” you mumbled, confused. “I’m dying, Jack.”

“No, you’re not.” And he sounded so determined then; you swore you weren’t just imagining things.

“Yes I am. We both know it.” You chuckled bitterly as you spoke, your words laced with spite, the unjustness of this situation just now striking you.

Silence again. You wondered what he was thinking. You felt so dizzy, you swore you could pass out any second now. Desperately, you clutched at the remaining bits of your consciousness, forcing yourself to stay awake. You couldn’t let it end, not yet.

“Listen to me carefully,” he stated, and his words reminded you so much of your original meeting that you let out a pleasant laugh at the memory, despite your body being wracked with pain.

“I’ll give you my life.”

“Huh?” You couldn’t understand what he meant by that. Were you already too far gone? Was it already over for you? You could feel the darkness tugging at your mind. You used every ounce of energy you had to pull away from it, pitifully attempting to reach for a light that wasn’t there.

“There’s no time to explain,” Jack said. “I’m going to break you out of this rubbish.”

You could feel something shake ever so slightly, but then it stilled.

“It’s going to hurt, though,” was the last thing Jack said before you felt something heavy get lifted off of you, sending shockwaves of torment through your battered body as you let out a loud, piercing cry.

“Shh, shh, it’ll be okay soon,” you heard him say, as your vision was finally uncovered, your eyes fluttering a few times to make out his form, standing above you. Quickly, he leaned down, scooping you up into his arms, picking you up as if you weighed nothing, like a feather.

As he was cradling your broken body in his arms, you could instantly see him get smeared with sticky, sanguine fluid. Your blood. There was so much of it, it was glistening on the surface of both his and your skin, soaking through the fabric of both your clothes, staining everything with a poignant, intrusive red.

“Jack,” you whined, “it really hurts.”

“It won’t hurt for much longer.”

You still didn’t know what he was referring to. But then he tilted his head downwards, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss. You could taste iron and metal, the flavour making you grimace. Just as you were about to ask what he was doing, you felt the darkness tug at you again, this time gripping your mind hard, digging its talons into your consciousness, refusing to let go.

“Jack—”

“Just let go,” he reassured you. “Everything will be okay.”

And so you did, allowing oblivion to consume you.

—

“Jack?” you murmured, the first word that left your lips as you woke up. Lazily, you slowly lifted your eyelids, only for your eyes to snap wide open as you took in the scenery, the realization of where you were hitting you hard.

It was still dark, with chiseled trees and a ruined vehicle surrounding you. But something was different this time.

You couldn’t figure out what it was right away, but then you noticed you felt no pain. Everything in your body felt okay again. You flexed your fingers. They moved as they were supposed to.

Just what had happened? You didn’t understand at all, but then you looked towards your feet, and horror instantly wrote itself all over your features.

Jack laid there, propped up against the trunk of a tree that had been snapped halfway, and he was covered in blood that continuously oozed out from underneath him, forming a puddle of crimson.

He was pale, far paler than his usual tone of smoke and ash; this time he was nearly white as a sheet. When he saw you looking at him, he returned your gaze, smiling warmly.

“Hey,” he mumbled. You didn’t smile back at him, you only continued gaping at him, terror-stricken.

“You’re okay,” he observed, letting out a sigh of relief that tugged at your heartstrings painfully.

“W-What did you do?” you stuttered, the possibilities of what had occurred racing through your mind, none of which you liked.

“I transferred your injuries over to myself,” Jack explained. “Cool demon powers, huh?”

“No—” you gasped. “No!”

You sunk to your feet, both hands clasped over your mouth as you stared at him in horror, the feeling of fright a tidal wave surging through your entire being. The tears came on so fast that they instantly clouded your vision, before forming individual teardrops that fell to the ground in rapid succession.

“No!” you wailed, your cry reverberating in the sullen atmosphere. “Why the fuck would you do that?”

“To save you, of course.” He spoke as if it was common sense, though it was not condescending. He talked like it was just simply the only option for him. The thought of that made your heart swell with another burst of pain.

“But what about you? What are you going to do?” you questioned, praying to whatever god that was out there in hopes that he had a plan of some sort for himself. Something. Anything.

“I’m going to die knowing it was for the girl I loved, I suppose.” Your heart sank down into the depths of the chamber that was your stomach, and you could feel it swallowed whole, devoured by despair as the situation became more and more clear to you with each passing second, to the point where you knew what exactly would happen. Yet, you fervently attempted to fight it, tried to swim against the current, knowing that the only thing that will happen to you was drown..

“No, Jack, please, don’t— don’t leave me—” you blurted out, sobbing all the while.

“Shh, it’ll be okay. It’ll all be okay,” he reassured you, weakly reaching out his hand towards yours. You quickly grasped his hand with both of yours. It was so, so cold.

“No, no— it won’t be okay, how is anything supposed to be okay without you?” you asked.

“Y/N,” he said, “be brave for me, okay? Just this once.”

“No, Jack, please, please don’t go...” You couldn’t hold back the desperate pleas, despite knowing it was futile, despite knowing you didn’t have much time left, you couldn’t help but beg, hoping it would somehow change something.

“Y/N—”

“Please, please, I’m begging you, don’t go, don’t leave me here by myself,” you cut him off with further pleading. You didn’t care if you sounded pathetic, you probably did, but it didn’t matter to you. You just didn’t want him to go.

“Y/N—”

“Please, Jack, I love you so much, I can’t live without you—”

“I love you too, Y/N,” he returned your statement, squeezing your hand as he said so. “That’s why I’m doing this.”

“Jack—”

“Y/N, I don’t have much time left. I need you to listen to me carefully,” the same dreadful words all over again. They used to be a reminder of a pleasant time, but you hated hearing them now, though you knew you had to listen to them, regardless. “I don’t regret this. I don’t regret this one bit. I don’t regret any of this; every moment I’ve spent with you has been more than worth it to me.” As he spoke, you continued crying, burying your face into his neck, letting go of his hand to wrap both arms around him, pulling him close to you, holding him like it was the last time. Holding him because it was the last time.

“Can you promise me something?” he inquired.

“Of course, what is it?”

“Promise you’ll live for me, okay? Promise you’ll live a happy life, even without me.” His words made you break out into another burst of sobs, your tears trickling down your face and onto his neck, mixing with, diluting the blood that was so warm, so red.

“No, Jack, not without you—” you cried out in protest.

“Won’t you grant me my one dying wish?” he spoke with a faltering grin. You chuckled a tiny bit through your cries, though you didn’t feel any better.

“Fine,” you agreed, finally pulling your head away from his shoulder so that you could look him in the eyes. His eyes were starting to glaze over, but you could tell he was trying his best to focus them on you. You could hear his breaths growing shallower, the pool of blood beneath the two of you spreading ever so wide.

“Pinky promise me, you’ll live for me?” His fingers were quivering as he curled them in, holding only his pinky out, unsteadily extending his hand towards you.

“Pinky promise,” you whispered, hooking your pinky around his, interlocking your fingers.

“Thank you, Y/N.” His voice was hushed, so quiet that you could barely make out the words. But you still heard it.

“Jack—” Your pinkies were still locked together when you felt his hand go limp.

—

“Y/N—”

“Y/N—” amidst a comforting blanket of fog, you heard a voice call out for you.

The voice sounded familiar, but you couldn’t quite place your finger on who it was. Everything was shrouded in darkness, the lack of sight combined with the hazy feeling surrounding you with a cozy sensation. You felt as if you had been wrapped in a cocoon, nestled away somewhere where it was safe.

But the voices kept calling out your name, and slowly the mirage of the ephemeral darkness began to fade away, your eyelids opening to reveal light.

You blinked once, then twice, clearing your sight; what was formerly blurry shapes and shadows now sharpening up to distinct figures and faces.

You tried to focus your still dazed mind, somewhat able to recognize Toby crouched down next to you.

You felt something wet splash onto your cheek. A teardrop.

A teardrop followed suit with another and then another; a sempiternal flow of tears emerging from his eyes. Toby was crying. You wondered why.

You didn’t know what was happening, only that you could see Toby turn his head to Tim, who was standing behind him, shouting ‘she’s awake!’ before turning back towards you.

“Y/N, Y/N, can you hear me?” Toby questioned, one of his hands placing itself on your shoulder. His hand felt shaky.

You made an incoherent noise to acknowledge his statement, and you could see the tiniest bit of relief break out on his face. You tried to smile at him, reassure him that everything was okay, though you still didn’t fully comprehend what was happening.

You took a quick glance at your surroundings, finally realizing that you were on the floor. Why were you lying here? Just what was going on?

And then you heard a third voice, one that you knew belonged to Brian’s, shout.

“The paramedics are on their way, they’ll be here soon!” Paramedics?

Oh, that was right. The mention of paramedics refreshed your recollection, your memories of what had just happened surging back into your head.

That was right. Toby, Tim, and Brian had come over to your place to check up on you. You were coughing up flowers. Brian called the emergency services. Tim had told you that Jack was dead. And then you passed out.

Now you were awake again, everything that you had just remembered replaying in your mind like a broken record.

Jack was dead.

Jack was dead. He had died the day of your four-year anniversary. You were there when he died. You had watched him die.

Jack was dead, and he wasn’t coming back. Not now, not ever. He was gone. He was truly gone, and no amount of pretending otherwise will ever change that fact. No matter how hard you tried to cope, telling yourself he was still alive, that he had just broken up with you, it wouldn’t change the reality of the situation. And the reality was that Jack was dead, he had died in place of you. He had died because of you.

It was all your fault.

If it wasn’t for you, Jack would still be alive right now. But instead, he chose to die, all so that you could continue to live.

Yet, you had deluded yourself into believing he was still alive, you had deluded yourself into believing he would come back, and consequently fell to the disease, on top of starving yourself to near death. You had taken the life that Jack sacrificed for you and demolished it with your own hands.

As that realization came to you, you felt a tsunami of emotions wash over you. The main ones being guilt and regret. You couldn’t escape from it now, not anymore.

What had you done?

You had promised him that you would live. You had promised him that, and you had broken it. You had failed his one last dying wish.

You had failed not only him, but also yourself.

You felt a crawling sensation in your chest. You could feel the flowers growing, taking root in your heart and filling your lungs to the brim.

You turned yourself over, coughing with anguish. You could feel the flora get pushed up your esophagus, clawing at the back of your wounded throat, and you reached a hand into your mouth, fingers grasping at the petals, trying to pull them out.

As you yanked the flowers out, you could feel a stem, or perhaps another bundle of petals get caught inside your throat, causing you to gag, and then you were heaving up an entire bouquet soaked in your own blood, heaving up saliva and stomach acid all together. You coughed and choked on it as you desperately pulled out mouthfuls and mouthfuls of garnet flowers, complete with lime green stems, beige-brown roots, all the while you continuously spat out your own blood.

The flowers didn’t stop. Each time you felt like you had finally pulled them all out, you could feel new buds blooming in your chest, rapidly stuffing your ribcage and you would repeat the process over and over again, the myriad of flowers relentlessly continuing to clog up your insides.

All the while, you could feel Toby’s hand patting your back, stroking it in a pitiful attempt to ease your suffering, while Tim and Brian were shouting in the background.

“Brian, where the fuck are the paramedics? Didn’t you say they were coming?” Tim yelled, audibly sounding frightened.

“They are! They’ll be here anytime,” Brian replied, and you could tell he was trying to keep his cool, but you could hear in his voice that he was just as petrified as Tim was.

“Y/N, hang in there, please,” Toby was pleading, but you couldn’t reply, your esophagus entirely filled with newborn flowers.

You weren’t coughing as much as you were choking anymore, your windpipe obstructed by ever-blooming flora, cutting off your air supply. You were despairingly suffocating, your arms no longer supporting your weight. Instead, you were lying down with your hands desperately grasping at your neck and chest, flailing like a fish out of water.

The oxygen was no longer reaching your head, and you could see black spots in your bleary sight, much like the time when that man had tried to murder you.

This time, you had done it to yourself.

Through the static and buzzing in your ears, you could hear the wailing sounds of an ambulance somewhere in the distance.

“They’re coming!” Brian hollered.

“They need to come faster,” Toby cried, “she won’t—woo—make it for much longer.”

“God, Y/N, please,”—his voice too, was growing further and further away from you—“please, stay with me—”

You could hear the sound of the void calling out to you, telling you to close your eyes, give in to the darkness that would inevitably devour the last of your consciousness.

The faint sound of an ambulance was present in the background, and you heard voices that you didn’t recognize as well as incoming footsteps, but you paid them no mind.

You coughed weakly, one last time.

You closed your eyes at last, letting yourself fall into the comforting embrace of oblivion, surrendering yourself to its tender hold. Your movements slowed, then came to a halt at last, your body finally motionless.

You laid there, still, surrounded by a field of red spider lilies.

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“Thank you for everything,” you said, pleasantly smiling at him.

“Of course, it was my pleasure,” Jack replied, returning your expression.

It was morning, a day having passed since you first arrived here. The blizzard had stopped its rage last evening, a few hours past the original incident, but Jack had insisted it wasn’t safe for you to go home by yourself so late at night, and you agreed with that. He had been generous enough to let you sleep in his guest room for the night, and you gratefully took up his offer.

Of course, there was another side to it, being that neither of you really wanted your interaction to be over, at least not quite yet.

Over the course of a mere evening, the two of you had grown quite fond of each other, far more than to be expected out of an accidental encounter such as this. You found it easy to open up to him, and the two of you shared your lives with each other over a delectable dinner that he had made, even sharing some secrets that you wouldn’t have told just anybody else.

So when the morning came, and it was time to leave, you couldn’t help but feel a bit of disappointment, a bit of longing. You weren’t sure if he’d want to see you again after this, if this was just a onetime thing of saving your life.

Jack walked you to the door, where you put on your shoes, which had been dried out over the night and were thankfully not bloodied. Opening and holding the door for you as you stood in the doorway, the two of you looked at each other, eyes meeting for a lengthy moment.

“Goodbye, Y/N,” he said.

“Goodbye, Jack,” you responded.

And with that, you turned around, but just as you were about to step out the door, you felt his hand latch onto your wrist, causing you to turn around in surprise.

“Wait,” he called out. “I’ll see you again, right?” His words brought an earnest smile to your face, and you couldn’t help but feel a weight getting lifted off of your shoulders.

“Yeah,” you agreed, “I’ll see you again.”

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rooviebae · 2 months

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Hello! This is my first time ordering so sorry if I misspelled anything :*3

Can we do all of the uppermoons x siren reader who loves to sing, not just to lead humans over to eat them but she just genuinely likes to sing. Can we get there reactions and if they like her? :3

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YOUR ORDER ㅤㅤ

❥︎ the upper moons hearing the voice of a siren + if they like them. ❥︎ 1,088 words ❥︎ no warnings !

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KOKUSHIBO ㅤㅤㅤ

Kokushibo is a very quiet and terrifying demon alone. He's seen many things throughout his years from both humans and demons, but they were all so little to him.

He had more power and respect, and everytime he notices the fearful looks in the eyes of others, he gets reminded of his status compared to them all.

It was just one night that was far different then the rest. He was alone, as always, and his hands tightly gripped his sword. It was covered in fresh blood from the previous house that he emptied. The only thing that he had to do as always was continue his search for the blue spider lily.

But then the next thing he heard was singing. It was a voice he has never heard before, but he immediately became drawn to it, so he had no other choice but to follow wherever this was coming from.

To think that a man of his status would become so curious of a random person singing, but he couldn't stop. And when his six eyes finally land on a figure in the distance over the water, he realized just how perfect the voice matched you.

It was easy for you to spot him and the two of you were fine in each other's presence. Most of the time he never said a word, just stayed there and listened to the song that you continued.

Kokushibo isn't the kind of person who has an interest in anyone, so it might take some time for him to realize that you was beautiful. It would obviously be the voice that made him realized.

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DOUMA ㅤㅤㅤ

Douma was an odd demon, anyone could see that, even the people in his own cult, but he still is incredibly respected. He carries on his life with an empty heart, feeling nothing, but still puts on a facade to fool others around him.

He's always in his cult, so if he ever heard such heavenly singing for the first time in his entire life staying there, whoever was singing definitely wasn't there before.

Still though, despite feeling nothing, he grew quite curious to see who the person was that was singing these lovely tunes. So, he left. He left his cult ignoring the other humans there and just left.

He stands in front of a body of water, staring at the siren that still sang. Your voice was captivating, he couldn't help but wave at you as though he was a child waving at a friend.

I wouldn't say that Douma would feel any romantic feelings for that siren, but he would genuinely enjoy your company. If he ever did feel any kind of feelings, he would definitely be confused, and probably immediately assume what he might be feeling. He could be right, or he could be wrong. Who knows.

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AKAZA ㅤㅤㅤ

Akaza, a well trained martial artist, would obviously training as he does so most of the time anyways. He feels as though he has to in order for him to grow stronger and rise up in ranks so that he can finally beat Kokushibo for the upper moon one spot.

However, when the sound of a woman's stunning voice reaches his ear, he stops mid punch. He was so focused on training that he wasn't entirely focusing on his surroundings. He was letting his anger out at the thought that even after all this training, he was still at the upper three spot.

But when he heard your voice, his anger was gone. He would have left to find out who was singing sooner, but he was just standing there with his fist out, staring ahead of him with a blank expression until he finally relaxes his body to search around him.

Of course you weren't there, so he changes his plans and decides to delay his training for another time. He has all the time in the world, so he knows he'll come back to it.

When he finally arrived where the singing was coming from, his eyes last upon a female out in the water who looked content with herself. You looked as though you were enjoying yourself as you sing, and he probably would too if he had a voice like that.

He normally doesn't talk to humans, especially women. It's not that he hates talking with them, he's just used to talking with men cause men are the only ones that he fights, both humans and demons. Just for humans though, he doesn't even eat the females, so of course he's had more human males talk to him, pleading for their lives.

He ended up training in your presence. He wouldn't fight you, he would just train like he normally would. The only difference was that you were now there.

Having any romantic feelings for a woman didn't sit right with him for some odd reason. It was like he was doing something absolutely horrible, but he never figured out why. He came up with a theory that it might have something to do with his human life, but who knows.

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HANTENGU ㅤㅤㅤ

Hantengu would pretty much get scared over anything sudden, whether it was something big like a fight all the way to something smaller, like a random person yelling in the distance.

That said, he would jump when he randomly hears singing, but he actually loved it. A part of him wanted to leave, but another part of him wanted to venture towards the singing woman in the distance.

He decided to slowly make his way to the singing, and despite the discomfort he was feeling for acting out in a way he never does, he ended up slightly increasing his pace.

He would only go out of his way to others when he took the lives of humans, but he knew that whoever this person was wasn't a human.

He finally lays his eyes upon you from a distance, and he could only stand against a tree as he heard you sing. He was debating if he should go closer or stay where he is. He decided to stay, not wanting to do anything he might regret.

When you finally notice him, you didn't mind him at all, which was quite unusual for someone like Hantengu. In fact, you enjoyed talking with him.

When it comes to romantic feelings, he would catch them quickly, but he doesn't know what to do with them. He would never say anything to you, but he still stayed in your presence.

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GYOKKO ㅤㅤㅤ

Gyokko is a very cruel demon who greatly enjoys taking the lives of the innocent and using their remains as what he calls art. He holds no mercy to humans and even to other demons who fight for a rank.

When he heard your singing, he found your voice to hold such elegance and beauty, perfect for his art.

He immediately went straight to you only to find that you weren't even a human. He wanted to feel upset that he couldn't add you to his collection, but he couldn't. He's never heard a voice like that before.

If you two became friends, it would be because that you were similar to him in some way, but if you aren't, then there's not going to be a friendship.

As for romantic feelings, he might have at least some, especially when he heard your voice, but he's more focused on his art that he doesn't care for romance.

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DAKI + GYUTARO ㅤㅤㅤ

Daki would be the one to hear your voice, not Gyutaro, since he's not exactly out and around most of the time. She's a busy woman, but she does have her time to herself, and hearing that heavenly voice was during one of those times. She just had to see who this person was.

She finally sees you, and you were just as beautiful as your voice. She was almost jealous.

Daki wanted to know so much about you, asking question after question. She ended up enjoying your company, so it should be no surprise that she would want to introduce her brother to you.

Once Gyutaro heard your voice, he was in awe. He never cared for anyone but Daki, but he found you to be alluring. He enjoyed your company more then he would have thought, and he grew to like you as a person, even if you weren't really a human.

He probably would find interest in you, especially if you don't find him to be ugly. He'd definitely want to hear your voice every night once the sun finally sets.

If Daki was the one that gained interest in you, not only would it because of your voice, but because of your beauty as well. In her eyes, two beautiful women would make a beautiful couple.

#kny #headcanons #kny headcanons #kimetsu no yaiba #kokushibo #akaza #douma #hantengu #gyokko #daki #gyutaro

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dreamgirllz · 8 months

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A haunting love

Finally I did something for muzan….

Warnings: death, angst ( Ik I said I wouldn’t do angst but here I am 🤷‍♀️)

The streets were streets were crowed with businessman rushing to get to their trains. Muzan was heading towards his chariot. He was going “home” to his “family”. As he made his way, he felt and odd warm gust of wind pass by him. It felt strange and unnatural, almost like something was lurking by. Usually when muzan has his mind set on something it’s impossible to change his decisions, but instead of continuing on he headed in the direction of the breeze.

He traveled 50 miles searching for whatever was calling him. The feeling soon left him as he stood there almost dumbfounded. He was pissed off for changing his routine to find nothing. His gaze eases as he spots your figure in a field of flowers. ‘Why is anyone here there isn’t a village in sight’, he thought to himself.

He curiously watched you finish gather flowers and set for your next location. He obviously wasn’t visible to your eye so you had no idea if anyone was following you.

You reached your village, which was a mile from the flower field. “I wonder what I should make for dinner tonight”, you thought to yourself out loud. Muzan stopped in his tracks staring in from the entrance of the village. Everything was destroyed, skeletons of animals and humans who use to inhabit the village. The memory hit him like a truck, this was a village he destroyed a year ago. He was even more curious how you managed to live.

He continues following you, until he reaches your house even more confused. Your house was beautiful and in perfect condition. Not even a scratch was on it. You walked in closing the door behind you. Muzan soon left feeling weird as if what he saw was only a dream.

A couple of weeks past and muzan can’t get that moment out of his head. He decided to visit to you.

You heard a knock at your door, “hello? Who’s there?”. Muzan musters up a innocent voice. “Can you please help me I’ve been lost for some time.” You open the door and invite him in. “There isn’t another village in miles, how did you end up here.” You ask pouring him tea, “I was looking for a remote village for business. But sadly i never made it there.” He explained. “Ah ok. There’s another village three miles to the west near the mountain I can help you get there if you’ll like.” You offered sweetly, “ it’s no use, I’ve missed it… I’ll just have to head home.”

You take his cold hand into yours, “ you should rest here for a while it’s really dark outside.” Muzan’s hearts beat faster giving him a feeling he’s never felt before. The compassion in your voice made him freeze up. “Are you alright, you’ve gone quiet sir. Oh I almost forgot to ask you for your name how rude of me.” You say slightly laughing releasing his hand. “ its Mu- Haku…” he says switching his words up quickly.

Ever since then,he would visit any chance he got almost neglecting his search for the spider lily. He’s even brought you things back like pretty kimonos or sweets. He would never admit to anyone that’s he’s fallen for a human but you. Years fly by as he spends time with you.

Eventually he told you his real name and what he really was. You were so into him you really didn’t care who he was.

On one special night, he finally asked you about why you lived here. “I wonder, why are you in a village like this? This house is so well made, while everything surrounding it is rubble.” You blushed as you rest your head against his shoulder. “I feel flattered, but the neighbors homes are also so beautiful.” He looked at you with a shocked expression. “What?… the whole place is destroyed but here. Haven’t you noticed you only lived here?!” He got up and faced you. “ muzan that’s nonsense, didn’t you see mister shikinara at the gate sweeping. He literally does that every night and morning. And the my neighbors dog and kids always play. Don’t you hear them?” He steps forward grasping on your shoulders. “Are you well? I hear nothing but you spewing delusions.” Muzan even tried his best to hear if there was any other humans here. And what guy at the gate? You sounded absolutely crazy to him.

“If you’re trying to mess with me it’s not going to work” you say standing up heading outside. “Open your eyes muzan dear.” You opened the door and beautiful lights and people were all over the streets. The street was loud, the dog next door barked loudly as giggling kids played with it. “Muzan are you unwell? Maybe your tired”. She closed the door and all the sounds stopped. She walked towards him. “How did you do that? How is this even possible!” One thing that muzan hates is being ignorant in a situation.

He walks past her opening the door. Finding a grey street with destroyed houses and buildings. He turns back to you, “there’s nothing… there is no one! What game are you playing with me?” He blinked and you were standing by your bedroom door. “Muzan, I’m making our bed. Come join me I don’t want to lie here alone.” You said sweetly.

He rubbed his eyes before rushing towards you. Then you were gone again. “ I know you’re a demon and you can’t eat food, but can you please try this. I made it from scratch.” You held a pan walking to the table and setting it down. He walked towards you carefully keeping his eyes on you.

“Laundry is so tiring can you help me dear” he dashed to your backyard. “ what are you doing?!” You snapped your gaze on him, “why are you yelling at me I’m jus-…. Honey come the fireworks are popping tonight! Their so pretty.” Just in between your words you appear at your gate. And once again a crowd in the street this time even louder.

He finally snapped. “ I killed everyone here and I destroyed every thing! None of you should be alive! Why are you alive!” His eyes glowed in anger. You stared at him and the crowd turned their attention to him. But the people in the crowd had a blank faces.

Muzan noticed as tear rolled down his pale cheek. “You’re dead already aren’t you…” “oh, I guess I’m dead muzan…” you smiled weakly and tears streamed down your face. He looked around and your house was rubbles and the crowed was gone and so were you. He looked everywhere flipping things and digging looking around for your body. He even checked the woods near the village. But he failed to find you.

He walked through the village to the flower field where he first saw you, trying to wrap his many brains around this situation. Then he spotted a familiar kimono print in the flower field. He rushes over to stand in front of your almost all skeleton body. “So I killed you….” He sits next to you carefully placing your head on his lap as he holds your hand.

“If you were still alive.. would you love me like you did..” he talked to you for hours until the sun was about the rise. “ I won’t mind if you hate me for killing you..” he lifts and takes your body to his castle.

He walks into one of the rooms closets to his lab placing you in there. He couldn’t believe he fell for a ghost, a woman he killed. Muzan knows that this was definitely karma for his sins. Ending thousands of lives just because he can.

Years passed, the room you were held in was filled with flowers, pretty lights, and gifts. Even though you died a long time ago he doesn’t go a day without visiting your grave.

#muzan kibutsuji #kimetsu no yaiba muzan #kny muzan #muzan x you #muzan x reader #muzan jackson #kny x gender neutral reader #kny fanfic #kny x you #kny x reader #Spotify #SoundCloud

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chaerybae · 3 months

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take a picture now – shin yuna of itzy 𓆩❤𓆪

synopsis: after you requested a room change, you were put in the last available dorm. just one problem... you can't figure out your new roommate. does she want to be close to you? or does she want to vaporize you on the spot?

cast: yuna, ryujin of itzy, haewon of nmixx, lily of nmixx

genre: roommates, enemies to friends to lovers, fluff, college au

wc: 2.9k || warnings: cursing, eating/food, yuna is just a little mean

a/n: this is my first fic here! feedback is welcome :D also might make a part 2 more about the photos later. lmk if you’d read that!

“Are you sure this is the right room?”

“I’m sure, Lily. Do you think Seungmin would mark the wrong dorm?”

“Ye-”

“Oh, just come on!”

You and Lily were bringing your belongings into a new dorm, part of your escape from Ryujin, your former roommate who just had to bring her pet spiders to college with her. Now don’t be mistaken, you love Ryujin, after all, she persuaded Yuna to let you move in with her. Although, it’s not like Yuna had much of a choice.

Yuna had been given a two-person dorm, even though she wasn’t assigned a roommate. Seungmin, the ra, had told Yuna someone might move into her dorm last minute, but she was willing to take the dorm for the luxurious possibility of solo living. After hearing about your predicament from both Ryujin and Seungmin, she had two choices: let you become her roommate or get rid of Ryujin’s tarantulas. And it’s not like the latter would happen anytime soon.

At midnight, your best friends had finally gone back to their own dorms. Only five minutes later, Yuna herself arrived, probably coming from hanging out with her own friends, it was a Friday after all. She looked perfect, like she had just come back from the salon. Although if you looked closer, you would have seen the exhaustion in her eyes.

“Hi, Yuna! I’m your new roommate. Ryujin probably told you about me alre-”

She had walked straight to her room and closed the door before you could even finish speaking.

~𓆩❤𓆪

If you’ve learned anything about Yuna in the past month and a half it’s that she’s an art major, and you don’t need to ask her to know (even though, in an effort to have a real conversation with her, you did ask about her major). With the Halloween season fast approaching, Yuna had already decked out your dorm in the latest Halloween fashions, while looking the happiest that you had ever seen her.

She even spoke to you without a scowl on her face as she started to carve mini pumpkins on the kitchen counter. You took this as a sign.

“Could I… carve one?”

“A pumpkin?”

“Yea. If you don’t mind.”

“No no! Here take this one.”

Maybe she just really liked Halloween. Yuna had rarely spoken to you like this before, with a huge smile on her face. It was probably because her pumpkin was turning out really cute, but you pretended that your roommate was smiling because you had finally made her happy enough to be around you for more than five minutes.

You and Yuna began to talk more, run errands together, and you even started to eat breakfast together before morning classes. If anybody saw you two skipping to the convenience store after late study nights, they wouldn’t be able to tell that your friendship was nonexistent a couple weeks prior. But they would be able to see the way you clung to her– with your eyes, with your hands that were trying to hold onto her arm. They would see the way she avoided your gaze, and the way you eventually just put your hands in your pockets, choosing to simply walk by her side.

~𓆩❤𓆪

Finally, the long awaited day you two had been preparing for arrived, but your roommate was nowhere to be found. Yuna had left early Halloween morning and you hadn’t seen her all day. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little bit disappointed. Looking at the paper bats hung in the living room made you wish that you could turn back time and carve pumpkins with her again. You had spent so long moping around your living room that Haewon and Lily almost kicked down your door before dragging you to their dorm to have a movie marathon.

When Yuna finally came back from Yeji’s place, she was surprised to find the dorm empty. She crashed onto her bed immediately, too tired to question why she correlated the emptiness of the dorm to your absence, instead of the living room's pitch-darkness.

The next morning, Yuna exited her room to find your room closed. She guessed that you had come back from your friends’ dorm after she had fallen asleep. Yuna knew her flurry of morning preparation might wake you up. Did she feel a little sorry? Maybe. But she had begun to grow used to walking to class with you, and how could she do that if you were sleeping? After ten minutes of Yuna sitting in the kitchen alone, you finally walked into the kitchen. The way Yuna’s face lit up when you appeared was a complete contrast to the cold-shoulder Yuna of early September. Surprised flashed across your face when you saw her smiling at you, only to be quickly replaced with a pink flush and a shy smile of your own.

“Do you want to get breakfast with me?”

“As in … going somewhere?”

“Well, just the vending machine.”

“Oh, well… lead the way!”

Yuna ended up following you as you skipped down the hall with your tote bag to the vending machine. To Yuna, it had begun to feel like she was actually living with you, instead of just living in the room next to yours. But to you, your friendship still felt… incomplete. As Yuna put your soon-to-be shared three packs of poptarts in her bag and pulled you into the elevator, you wondered if you were beginning to over-analyze things.

You decided that you could forget the way that you wanted to hold her hand as Yuna pulled you by the wrist, like she always did when she decided you were walking too slowly. Maybe you walked slowly on purpose, but she didn’t need to know that. It's not like you wanted to spend more time with her or anything. Now outside her department’s building, the absence of Yuna’s hand on your wrist snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Can you drive me to the museum later? Ryujin’s busy, and well…”

“You failed your driver’s test… again?”

“… I’ll buy you dinner after.”

“Okay, fine. I’ll see you after your last lecture then.”

She let out a little scream of excitement. “Thanks a million, babe,” Yuna turned to walk into the building, “what would I do without you?”

Yuna walked slowly through the building’s door, so she could turn back around at the last second to watch you walk into the library on the other side of the street. She had meant what she said, fuck the solo living shit she told herself over the summer, if you hadn’t become her roommate Yuna would have been dreadfully lonely. And, of course, she wouldn’t have gotten to know you outside of being Ryujin’s friend.

Now, she woke up earlier so you had more time to walk together. Now, she stayed home more often, so you could go out together on the weekends. At one point, Yuna had even wished she shared your major so you could have classes together.

Oh, but what could a girl do? It seemed that this girl could only survive the day's classes and wait for you to pick her up for your museum trip.

While Yuna suffered through art history lectures, you suffered, not from the increasingly boring textbook sitting in front of you, but from your own internal dilemma. The two of you were alike in thoughts and feelings.

You had long abandoned your studying in favor of overthinking. Friends always walked to school together right? Maybe some did. Roommates drove each other around town right? That’s normal friend behavior. Roommates overthink all their past interactions with their roommate before it’s even 9am right? Probably not… Friends who call each other “babe” think about it hours after the fact right? No… oh. oh.

~𓆩❤𓆪

Neither of you mentioned their thoughts to the other. And regardless of your inner turmoil, you happily drove Yuna to the museum, the latest hits blasting on the way. The museum was within walking distance. You didn’t even know why Yuna needed someone to drive her. But you’re willing to ignore that, after all you’re getting some time with Yuna outside of your now outdated Halloween dorm.

Once in the galleries, you were really questioning why Yuna asked you to come along. The only thing worth looking at, in your completely unbiased opinion, was Yuna. These strange paintings were really not your cup of tea. Your feet hurt from walking through the same few exhibits in the back of the museum. Your head hurt from all the talking children, middle-aged people muttering nonsense, and all of your own thoughts. Worst of all, Yuna didn’t even pay attention to you, only speaking to ask for your opinion on the pictures she was diligently taking. You guessed she had an assignment to do, being an art major or whatever, but–

“I can see you out of the corner of my eye, you know. Why aren’t you appreciating the art?”

“What do you mean?” you knew you had been caught staring.

“You’ve only been looking at me.”

“You're prettier than these paintings…” you whispered to yourself.

Yuna faced away from you, unsuccessfully trying to contain her blush. “You can look at me later…” Her blush must’ve been contagious, since you became quite rosy as well.

Needless to say, you two left the museum ten minutes later. You walked next to Yuna and got in your car, all while avoiding eye contact. “Do you want to get dinner now?” Yuna said, breaking the silence. You had completely forgotten about the promise of dinner, since that’s obviously not why you agreed to drive Yuna in the first place. “Yeah, where do you want to eat?”

~𓆩❤𓆪

By the time dinner was over and you and Yuna were back in the car, the awkward air had left, and been replaced by a different feeling. Dinner had consisted of both of you making small talk, that occasionally delved into deeper topics like your classmates or the strange freshmen in the dorm below yours. Not awkward, but not quite comfortable. You could feel that Yuna had something to say, and questions to ask, but neither of you said anything of importance on the trip back to your dorm.

Once the door was locked, you headed straight for the kitchen, sitting down on top of the counter. Maybe it was stress eating, but you told yourself that you just needed a little treat for being normal around your roommate today. You devoured a pack of oreos as Yuna opened her computer on the other side of the kitchen island.

“What were the pictures for?” you said, anxious to keep the somewhat meaningless conversation alive in the weird atmosphere.

“It's an assignment for Professor Hwang,” she replied, like she was asking a question, “we're doing a special unit on contemporary paintings soon, so– um– we need pictures of our favorites for the next unit.”

Flustered Yuna was cute. But Yuna getting flustered over being asked about paintings? Still cute, but strange.

“I'm going to take a shower. It's already 11, and I have an 8am tomorrow,” Yuna hastily said. She left so quickly that she forgot about her laptop, leaving it open on the counter in front of you. And upon the closing of the bathroom door, you got up to take a look.

I'm not being nosy at all! I'm just looking to see… oh.

The picture left on the screen was a beautifully photographed painting, but a different folder was also opened. And the majority of the other pictures in the folder weren't paintings. How had you never noticed? In that folder, there were more pictures of you than you could count. You lean over the kitchen counter, curled up on the couch, posing next to one of your pumpkins, in the hallway, mid-bite into a poptart. You walking to the campus library… driving your car… and you, in the museum, staring at the floor with a subtle smile on your face. You closed the computer, quickly turning around to resume stress eating your oreos. Those last couple of pictures were taken today? How had you not noticed, when you were staring at her the whole time?

Do friends take pictures of each other while they're driving? While they're absentmindedly staring at the museum floors? No. But you already knew that. All you had to do was find out if Yuna knew that too, if only you could find the courage to take that risk.

~𓆩❤𓆪

Yuna thought she understood you. So why were you acting so unlike yourself? Did you lose your taste for vending machine poptarts? Or, even worse, were you bored of her company?

No! Yuna wouldn't allow herself to think like that. You had begun to leave earlier for school, leaving her to walk to class by herself. Yuna treated the occasional dinner with you like a blessing from heaven, but, even though you two shared a dorm, she was still seeing less and less of you. But she always knew that one day you might get bored, that you'd drift away before Yuna could tell you–

“You know, I don't think they would ever want to stop being friends with you, Yuna.” Her thoughts faded as Ryujin, a totally certified relationship expert and best friend, talked away. Yuna had gone to Ryujin’s to get her dilemma out of her head and into words, so the two were having a sleepover. The beloved spiders that had triggered this whole affair were in a terrarium behind the two.

“You really think so?”

“I know so. Why don’t you just ask them why they've been spending less time with you! Or better yet, tell them about your absolutely enormous crus–”

“I do not! I only see them as a friend!!” Liar.

“Being louder doesn't make you right. Go to sleep and just talk to them tomorrow.”

Yuna fell asleep, knowing her last words of the day were a complete lie. But she would only admit Ryujin was right after she went home to you and tried to do something about it.

~𓆩❤𓆪

You were asleep, after all it was Saturday, and the fact that it was past 2pm was irrelevant. As it had been for the past several weeks, Yuna was not in the dorm. She was probably at Ryujin’s again; she never seemed to be home anymore.

But as you poured yourself a cup of orange juice in the kitchen, Yuna walked in.

“I have something to tell you.”

“You're not at Ryujin’s?”

“Well, I was yesterday, but um- I wanted to talk to you before you left…”

“We don't have school on Saturdays, Yuna.”

“Oh… right.”

Well, this was getting awkward. You put away the orange juice, all while trying to maintain eye contact with Yuna. The girl across from you desperately looked anywhere that wasn't you, finally setting her eyes on a lone pack of oreos.

Yuna moved to sit on the counter, eating oreos as she waited for something to happen, for you to say something so she wouldn't have to.

“Weren't you the one who wanted to tell me something?”

Oh right. Great job, Yuna.

“Yeah, well um- I just wanted to ask you why you've been… avoiding me. Did I do something or… do you not want to be friends anymore?”

You moved closer to her with every word, trying to come up with a response, until you were close enough to grab an oreo yourself. Yuna’s words got slower and quieter the more she said. You were motionless, stuck at what couldn't have been more than an inch away from her face.

But it's not like you just wanted to see her up close. Liar. It's not like you wanted to be this close to her all the time. Another lie. Or like you wanted to feel her lips on your forehead. Your cheeks. Your-

Lips. Yuna grabbed the front of your shirt and kissed you.

It was quick, but it was enough to make you blush profusely. But before you could even say anything, Yuna had ran out of the kitchen, with bright red ears, to sit on the sofa.

“Yuna…,” you said quietly, after walking over to Yuna and sitting on the floor so you could see her face. “Come on, babe. You can’t just run away after you do something like that.”

Her ears turned redder, if that was even possible, and she looked at you through her fingers, not moving from her place on the couch. You got up from the floor and took a seat next to her, wrapping your left arm around her shoulders to get her to face you.

“I have something to tell you too.”

“Oh… what is it?”

You smiled softly at her, cheeks still flushed from Yuna’s kiss, her lipstick could be seen on your lips. It only made her cover her face to hide her blushing cheeks more. You were definitely riding the high from finally kissing her, but this confidence boost wasn’t going to last forever. You took a deep breath and forced the words out of your throat.

“Does this mean you’ll let our next dinner date be an actual date?”

“What?”

Another deep breath. “Let me take you out on a date, Yuna.”

At this, Yuna finally took her hands off her face, putting them on yours instead, pulling you in for another kiss.

“Safe to say that’s a yes,” you said through giggles.

“That’s a yes.”

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animusicnerd · 1 year

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Red Rose, Red Tulips and Spider Flower with Jamil Viper, please?

Spring Feelings Event

✿ Pairing: Jamil Viper x GN! Reader

✿ Flowers: ➺ red rose - i love you, passion ➺ red tulips - declaration of love ➺ spider lily - elope with me

✿ Notes: asdfakdg, I got sick so it took me a bit to get through this and other rqs but this is pretty long. Sorry for the wait, anon! Enjoy!

From a young age, Jamil learned that he had to be invisible. Kalim was to be in the spotlight, not him. So he blended in with the other servants, never did his best during school, and kept his head down around the Asim family. He was a servant. He’s supposed to blend in, never stand out.

Fortunately, years of being Kalim’s shadow helps whenever he meets up with you.

As one of the children of the Asims, you had your own busy schedule. Meetings to attend, people to meet, you were nearly as busy as him. Late nights were the only time the two of you could be together.

Neither of you knew how your families’ would react. Kalim and your siblings would no doubt support your relationship but Jamil doesn’t know how his family would respond. Maybe his parents would have a heart attack at the thought of him secretly dating the child of their boss but his sister would probably be fine with it.

And so, everything about your relationship happens in the shadows. From your confessions to your first kiss everything happened in the dead of night.

It was easier when everyone was asleep to sneak around. Sure, there were a few guards here and there but after being at the estate for so long, the two of you had memorized their shifts, knew which rooms to sneak into, and were aware of nearly every camera in the home.

Tonight's designated meeting point was the water fountain. Jamil had already finished his duties for the night and waited near the fountain, making sure to keep clear of any cameras. It was a new moon tonight so it was nearly pitch black save for a few street lamps lit around the area. The night guards near the gates knew Jamil used the park to get home whenever he worked late, so they were never suspicious when he was there. He was looking at his phone checking the time, silently hoping that you didn’t get caught on the way down.

The soft rustle of grass caught his attention and his head snapped up to see you rushing down towards him. Confused, Jamil stood up from his place on the bench. Did someone see you? You were usually quieter whenever you came down.

Before he could even talk, you had already made your way towards him. Arms immediately wrapped around his neck and he grunted as you threw yourself onto him. His own arms wrapping around your waist. Your warmth was a welcome addition to the cold night but he couldn’t get the gnawing feeling in his chest that something went wrong.

“Did you get caught?” he murmured, eyes darting around the dark park, waiting to see if any unexpected figures had followed you.

You shook your head and buried your head in the crook of his neck. You squeezed him a little tighter as you whispered. “I just missed you. Today, I had to meet up with one of Father’s business partners in another city, and it was exhausting.” Your voice was muffled as you sighed into his chest.

Jamil shivered as your warm breath hit his neck but he pulled back a bit, missing your warmth, but he missed seeing you even more. “I heard. At least, you’re home now.”

You hummed. He could see your eyes soften. A dopey smile making its way to your face as the two of you stood together in the dark, arms still wrapped around each other, and bodies pressed together. “Yeah… I am.”

For the first time in a while, Jamil was grateful for the dark covering his flushed cheeks. He quickly cleared his throat. “C’mon, let’s walk around for a bit. I don’t want us to stay in one spot for too long.”

Your grip immediately transferred to one of his arms, and the two of you made your journey around the large park.

Catching up was one of the first things the two of you did. Your busy schedules didn’t allow much room for a break and there were days when the two of you wouldn’t see each other because of it. It’s been a week since your last rendezvous in the dark so when the two of you finally found some time to get together, you took it. It was cold and dark outside but at least the two of you had each other’s company.

The two of you were getting close to the gate leading to the estate when you suddenly stopped, jerking Jamil back and making him look at you.

You looked nervous, squeezing his arm a bit as if looking for some reassurance, so he waited patiently. His other hand grasping one of yours.

“Do you still want to travel the world?” you asked, your voice quiet and eyes avoiding his gaze. “Get away from here? From this?”

Jamil’s eyebrows furrowed. Of course he still wants to travel the world. It would mean being free from Kalim, of expectations, of years of servitude and holding back. “Yeah, but I’d rather do that with you.”

“Huh?”

He sighed. Really, you should have known this by now. “The places I’ve been showing you aren't just for me. I wanted you to like them too. I thought I was being obvious whenever I asked for your opinions.”

“But why?”

Suddenly, Jamil flicked your forehead and you let out a yelp. Rubbing your sore, you glared at him but he paid it no mind as he spoke. “Jeez, and here I thought you actually used your brain,” he glanced at you, smirking. “I see you and your brother can be the same.”

“Hey!” You rolled your eyes, playfully shoving him as he laughed. “C’mon! Tell me, I don’t mind if you go off one day traveling. Just don’t forget me.”

Jamil raised one eyebrow and gently pulled your grip off from his arm and wrapped it around your shoulders. You let out a soft oomph as you collided into his side, one of your own arms going around his waist.

“You idiot,” he sighed. “I love you, and I’m not letting you go. If I leave one day, you’re coming with me, okay?”

“And what about our families?”

Jamil shrugged. “They can find us, but I’m not letting them keep us apart if they disapprove.”

“Ooh, how romantic, Viper,” you teased. “Very Romeo of you. What’s next? Are you gonna sneak me out in the dead of night to marry me?”

“If it comes to that, yeah.”

You sputtered in disbelief, not quite believing his words. Part of the reason why the two of you kept this a secret was fear of disapproval from both of your families and to suddenly have him say that.

Well, it’s a little weird.

“Who are you and what have you done to Jamil?”

Your lover rolled his eyes, nudging you forward to start walking again back to the estate. Back into the light and back to your lives.

✿ Spring Feelings Event Prompts ✿

#❀ spring feelings event ❀#twisted wonderland #twst #jamil viper #twst jamil #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst jamil x reader #jamil x reader #jamil viper x reader

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v3nusxsky · 1 year

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Hello

Think you can do this, since April fools is coming up I thought you should write a lady lesso x female reader on where leonora pranks on reader saying she's breaking up with her but right after she's has a gift and red-spider lily flowers but reader was already gone, now she's searching for her in a panic, maybe almost teary eyes. She asks if one of her students had seen her and tells lesso that's she saw her on the way to the roof so she's racing up there to see reader about to jump off the top of the school for evil. Ends up catching her, idk a teary, lovely hug in the rain, and go back to shared chambers reading a book together 😊

April fools sucks

*Authors note~I have bad memories of April fools day so with this fic I want to remind you all that kindness should be given to everyone and pranks are all good as long as both parties enjoy it. Please be kind and happy April my loves <3 and my dear anon, I hope you don't mind me changing the flower, after researching I found out red spider lilys tend to signify death and farewell so I thought maybe a primrose flower would be more suitable as it signifies an undying and all consuming love*

Trigger warnings~ April fools pranks slight suicidal thoughts

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^

April fools has always been a day you didn't really enjoy, truthfully it was just a way people could hide behind acts that could possibly hurt someone's feelings. Truthfully, it was something you didn't want to participate in but you knew your girlfriend loved any way she could be Never like. But for you, you we're hoping she wouldn't prank you.

Leonora requested to see you in her office midday. That was slightly strange but apart of you hoped it was because she missed you, you weren't expecting what would take place here. "Hey you" you hummed hoping to see the smile she usually held just for you. But it never came. "I think you should sit" she suggested coldly gesturing to the seat in front of her desk, "I've called you here to inform you that we are no longer working out, and it's over. I no longer love you, you're way too clingy and desperate and so Ever like it's repulsive " she finished her little speech, shattering every corner of your heart as tears fell. "I Nora? I you what?" You mumbled confused. "Ugh you're really too dumb for to even realise I no longer love you" she stated and you felt the world closing in on you.

You couldn't control the tears, the thoughts or the way your chest felt impossibly tight, you stood up and fled the room immediately. If you would've turned around you would've spotted Leonora stood there with a banquet of flowers, knowing how keen you were on the meanings of flowers. And a book you'd been waiting to get your heads on for months which held a ring in the middle of the book. It was a well thought out plan to surprise you and show her love. However, when she tuned around to give them to you, you were missing. She managed to catch a glance of you fleeing round a sharp right corner and instantly followed you leaving the gifts on the table.

When she found you, you had taken yourself up to the roof tops where you stood on the edge. Rain hammering down on the earth with no mercy. Your limbs shaking, your breath struggling as you went to step forward. With her heart in her throat she reached out to catch the back of your clothing to prevent you falling. You were sharply pulled back tumbling into her embrace instantly. Your sobs wrecking through you as you balled your fists up weakly hitting her chest, "you don't love me, let me go! Let me die! Please I don't want a life without you!" You cried and only then did she see just how badly she messed up. "Oh sweetheart, I'm sorry darling. I was just trying to surprise you. You left way before I could show you love, please come off the roof let me show you baby. Your soaked sweetheart please" she murmured bringing her head to rub circles on your back.

Some how she managed to talk you down from the roof and back into her office where she had you sit with your eyes closed while she grabbed somethings. You quickly realised Leonora wanted to relocate to her chambers which truly you had no issues with. You were a mess, your brain struggling to process all this information. She loved you? She didn't hate you? It was all fake?

Once you were led to the bed you sat eyes closed as she rustled about the room. "Okay sweetheart, you can open your eyes now" she murmured to you. There she stood with a wrapped gift and a banquet of the most beautiful flowers. You couldn't help but tear up once again. "Sweetheart, can I explain what they all mean, I know you probably already know but please?" She whispered and you nodded.

"Okay, so we have Primrose meaning eternal love, that's the purple ones, then we have white carnations meaning the pure sweet love we have, red chrysanthemums meaning I love you. I truly do sweetheart. Combined with some beautiful red and yellow tulips love and affection sweetheart." Her meanings were accurate and your heart couldn't help but beat a little harder just for the small act of love and interest, you'd never experienced anything like this before. She then gave you the book as you unwrapped it, a gasp leaving you, "Nora! How did you get this" you squealed throwing yourself into her arms. "I have my ways sweetheart. Open your book sweetheart." You did so and when your eyes fell on the small piece of jewellery you couldn't help but cry, "it's beautiful Nora I," your words cut off with a gasp as you saw her knelt down on one knee.

"Sweetheart, I know I scared you earlier and that wasn't my intention, so wanted to throw you off the scent here so I could ask you to be my wife for the rest of my life. To allow me to love you forever and cherish you with every second I breathe air. Will you marry me sweetheart?" Her voice trembled slight with emotion as she held her breath, "yes yes thousand times yes!" You explained coming to steal a kiss. Lesso finally let out her breath she was holding before slipping the ring onto your left ring finger. That night you lay cuddled up together, Lesso reading out loud to you as she knew how comforting you found her voice.

Word count~ 1143

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