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Kokushibo x Shy! Easily Flustered! Human! Reader
@opheliasadventures1 :- Kokushibo with a shy and easily flustered human reader!>:3
(Bonus points if kokushibo switched sides and is a good demon now!)
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A/n :- I decided to give two little end bits of him remaining bad and the reader turning with him and him turning into a good boi, I also had maybe WAY too much fun writing this seeing as I worked on it for like 7 hours with a headache so please do enjoy lol, ik I did ❤️🔥
Warnings :- Some small manipulation in 'you turn bad for him', you have a wide array of knowledge in flowers, language, gender neutral reader, no use of Y/n, mentions of blood
His Moon
Genuinely a mystery to how you got with this guy
Hell even Akaza when he met you was more concerned you were there against your will
Oh the stunned look when you were just all smiles (nervous ones at that) at them
You and Kokushibo had an interesting relationship to say the least
He was quite the bold character and had a sharp tongue to follow his demeanor
You on the other hand were just quiet and shy, soft spoken even, a sharp contrast to the Upper Moon
You quiet nature tho is something he very much enjoys
It lets him sit and think while he waits for the sun to rest for the night
Often during the days he sticks to just 1 or 2 rooms that are blacked out for him
When you step into either the rooms he could be in you often have a book in hand and a red face when his eyes meet yours
That just leads to you sitting in his lap and reading while he meditates
He'll help where he can around your home as well, he's not home often but when he is, he helps and talks with you about his outings
You're no stranger as to what he does, I mean come on- he was demonic looking from when ya first met him so it's hard to say that you wouldn't know what he does
As long as you don't have to hear or watch any of it your fine
Another thing he likes about you
One time after WEEKS of working up the courage you asked him if you could play with his hair
Not in a braiding manor but rather just run your hands through his hair
He said no
But when he sees your defeated face he would sigh sharply and make the smallest gesture for you to come over and do so
When you do get to play with his hair the first time it's surprisingly soft
Who said demons couldn't care for their hair?
He may be a demon but he's not a barbaric one, he bathes and washes his hair
Once he sees how much you enjoy messing with his hair and he realizes how good it feels he lets you do it more often
When he wants you to play with his hair he won't outwardly say for you to do so but there will be signs that he wants you too
They won't be overly obvious so pay attention or you'll have a sour Koku on your hands to deal with
The one time you saw something irk him was when you and him were having a rather soft moment together
You were sitting in his lap facing him while his face was tucked away in your neck as you were gently scratching his scalp when a certain pot rolling noise was heard and a boisterous laugh followed it
"Oh! Seems I've happened to interrupt something, hmm?~"
Gyokko was a needle thread away from remembering how it felt to be a scared little human while fearing the close call with death
First time you got to meet the other upper six was purely by accident on Nakime's part
While strumming to summon Kokushibo to the Infinity Fortress you were dropped in his normal spot right on top of him without warning
How you were summoned at the same time as him was beyond his thought process at the moment
He's still reeling from you landing on top of him with a petrified look
You were sat closely to his side while your demon boyfriend was scolding Nakime on summoning you there
His smallest sliver of fear was warranted when you were next to him one second and the next you weren't
The other 5 Upper Moons were suddenly lined in front of you as your face was pale and frozen with fear
"How adorable!!! Kokushibo never disappoints when he's out, this one's adorable!!"
Before a Rainbow eyed demon could even grab you or lay a touch on you his hand was sliced all the way up his arm and his head was cut off in fours
You didn't need to look around to know who did it to him, as the blonde demons head and arm was regenerating even he was quiet
You went to scoot back and away only to be stopped by a pair of legs
Behind you was Kokushibo with a warning in his eyes as he looked at all the demons
Tense as it was Gyokko was the one to try and break the awkwardness by explaining who you were
Yeah- he was sent flying into one of the many distorted building rooms around you
After that and a defeated Upper 5 is what led to you meeting the other demons he disliked and worked with
Hantengu took to you quicker with your soft and sweet nature that surrounded you
He always was calling you 'too sweet for this world' or 'how can something so sweet exist in such a twisted world'
Akaza got along with you cause you seemed to remind him of someone, even though he can't recall that person, and the fact that he's the only demon there that wouldn't kill you in a flash
He was more like a protective sibling if anything, that and you rather enjoyed one another's company once the awkwardness was passed
You already knew Gyokko when he had interrupted a private moment between you and Kokushibo, he was odd to say the least, him and his weird fish abilities
If anything you and him just exsist around one another, and artist quarrel is what you could call it
Gyutaro and Daki were on a whole different realm of getting along with you, they were indifferent about you
I mean- they did watch basically their savor almost get mutilated by Upper Moon 1
When they did take to you tho it was more like a mother figure than anything, after Daki got over her 'prettier than thou' complex
Gyutaro was just enjoying watching you and his sister talk and do one another's hair and makeup (you both dragged him into getting his hair done with you too)
Douma was the last one to even be let around you and only when Akaza or Kokushibo was around you with him
He was- odd to you to say the least, always so smiley and oddly gleeful when he would say something morbid with a smile or growing grin about it
You were never left alone around him, he always spoke about how sweet you smelled and how delectable you would be and that's probably why Kokushibo was with you
His head was promptly sent off his shoulders by an irritated Akaza
After that you don't need to worry your head about it, Akaza and Nakime (after she had apologized to you) reassured you that Kokushibo was with you for you, not for entertainment or food
Muzan...
He was cordial with you if anything, yes while you were with his best demon behind his back he talked with Kokushibo on it a different day
He really only tolerated you till you offered him one of you flower identification books and some of your notes on them
You knew the flower he was looking for and were promptly obsessed with it's beauty yourself
After that it led to you and him talking about the different flowers he could try for his 'Science experiment' as he called it
You were made away in the ranks of the 12 Kizuki to not be messed with or toyed with by Muzan personally, he can't have his 'assistant' getting killed on him
Overall after that your home some rare nights had one of the other demons in it hanging out with you or chatting and helping you out while you lover was away
Douma and Gyokko were the only ones that never came over, Douma would if he could convince one of the others to go with him, he likes your character and how you fidget when you speak, that's his only reason to see you really
Muzan when visiting was an utter gentleman tho, he'd help where he could so you both could sit and talk about some of your research and his about what certain flowers could be good for
Nights that Kokushibo was there no other demon would be around, he likes his time between the two of you to remain private, he doesn't need the whole Kizuki to see him being a rare side of himself with you, even Muzan respected that
You turn him good...
It was more of his biggest scare he's had in all his years of being a demon that he shared with Muzan and that was the encounter with the boy that wore Hanafuda earrings
He would have been dead if you hadn't pulled the stupid stunt of jumping in front of him to stop the younger boy from cutting his head off
How you didn't was beyond you, cause when he seized his technique you fell back with a shaky form and white face
Before the Red head and his friends and sister could say anything about it, Kokushibo had you standing and hands roughly planted on your shoulders yelling at you about how stupid you were for doing that
Leaving those stunned around you two as the 2nd most feared demon was yelling at you about being reckless and careless about yourself
Shook them even more and Kokushibo when you slapped him across his face
"Me?! RECKLESS?!?! You're the one out here fighting these pillars and slayers, from what I just saw your the reckless one here! What was your plan! You can live several lifetimes over and choose to almost throw everything we built up and out the window for a selfish- a selfish piece of shit!! I don't think you knew what you signed up for when we got together! I love you and I'm not walking the rest of this world without you anymore! Demon or not you can die just as I can, I don't want you to just throw away our years like that... My heart could never take that.."
From there... Things were a blurring whirlwind of changes
One big one being you and Tanjiro having to stop every other pillar (and former Tengen) from trying to murder him
His change of heart was something that left him with little words to say to anyone or say anything for days on end, even with Sanemi trying his damnedest to not murder Kokushibo where he stands
The only pillar that had helped you with trying to change Kokushibo back to human when you brought it up was Shinobu, Tanjiro, the kindest soul you've met here, helped as well, even Mitsuri was eventually on board cause of it being such a true act of love
You had actually succeeded after some years of working with them and Kokushibo helping take care of the three young pillars and some of the other older pillars themselves
It was painful when none of the other demons wished to change and you had to hear about their deaths
Kokushibo knew it affected you and at night when you would cry about losing some of the good ones he would hold you close, cradle you gently till you would either settle down after a bit or fall asleep
When the time to take the reverser you and Shinobu made it changed his appearance entirely flakes fell off of his face and arms like whisps of fall leaves
His skin tone a human color again and his 6 eyes now only two with a vibrant red color filling them as he was tackled into a hug by you laughing a crying
He sat up with you clung around him as he smiled and patted your head with a small chuckle of his own while sharing a warmed look
His first steps outside was a mental struggle on him, he's not been in the sun for years an years and now he's about to step into the thing he despised
When he stepped into the sun without bursting into flames he merely looked back at you with a small smile and held his hand out for you, you ended up just taking a walk around the butterfly mansion and was even found sharing a nap in the sun
Though fixing and making his sleep schedule regular again was a hassle in the making but it led to some fun moments
Overall when it came to the final days of defeating Muzan Kokushibo was a big help and even trained the newest 3 pillars there, even if it was beyond training with the others, it did good
When peace was finally successful between it all and Muzan gone it was really the greatest coming years for you and Kokushibo
Your own home, land, still getting up early and training for Kokushibo, old habits die hard, delicious meals throughout the day, enjoying tea again, even starting your own chapter when you decided to finally have your own kids adopted or biological
It didn't matter, you had a true life with someone you call your lifetime partner, your forever soulmate, no matter what ❤️
You turn bad for him...
The more and more you hung out with the upper ranks and some of the lower ranks the more you started considering them friends and family to you
It was odd for Kokushibo, but nonetheless you were happy so he left it alone with some warnings in tow he gave you about getting close to them
You listened, you always did, especially when visiting the others in the fortress when he wasn't around
Times like that Nakime and Akaza would watch you carefully in his absence
Only ones they knew that Kokushibo dislikes around you is Gyokko, Douma, Enmu, and sometimes Rui
They were the only ones that he would draw a line with
And speaking of which the more you stayed and helped and your bond with Kokushibo grew
The one thing that scared you into making such a big decision is when your home was invaded by a Slayer, a not so friendly one at that
He was onto you 'hiding a demon' in your home and it resulted in you being cut along your side when you kept denying and shakily standing your ground against him
Just as you hit the floor, holding your side the slayer in front of you sprayed blood from his shoulder then pierced with a blade littered with eyes on it and behind him, a very pissed off Kokushibo
Once the slayer was dealt with Kokushibo was quick to make his way to you and take you to the kitchen to wrap your wound
It wasn't anything threateningly deep so he was able to patch you without anything severe
You didn't say anything while he gently tended to your bandages before you made him stop in his tracks
"..I want to be a demon.."
"No, you don't"
"And why can't I?"
"Do you enjoy the sun?"
"I do at times."
"Do you like your flowers?"
"Yes, you know that."
"Do you like being human.."
"I- what does that have to-"
"Do you cherish your humanity?"
"..."
"...Only... Only when you decide to leave what makes you human behind.. Will I turn you into a Demon and I will be sure to tell Muzan that too."
Kokushibo doesn't understand why you want to suddenly become a demon
Was it to protect yourself? No, you can protect yourself fine thanks to him teaching you
Over the course of a few days you and Kokushibo were rather... Distant
He didn't understand it, why give up one of the things he loves about you, you know this
But why is he also so conflicted? He used to entertain the idea of you both being demons a lot when you first initially had settled in with one another
It's weird for him rn, he likes that your human and can enjoy most things he can't, on the other, he knows that if you were to become a demon he would be able to worry a whole lot less about your well-being and you would be even more able to protect yourself
Eventually... You two are sitting on your back deck looking over the nights silvery cast that was set over the ground
Neither of you said anything, even when you climbed into his lap and had a hearty sigh expel from your chest
"I just... Even if it was a minor attack for you, I can't fight slayers, or demons, I'm not strong enough to wield a blade and without that, I can't fight them."
"I am aware of this, I have offered you plenty of times to learn different weaponry that can be specially curated into a weapon for you by a blacksmith. Was the offer not appealing enough?"
"It was... Very appealing...but there's a lot more at risk of becoming part of the corps than turning. You can recover from things that we can't, no matter the best doctors or medicines. I am also aware of the risks of becoming a demon..though there are far less cons that show their differences too."
Kokushibo rose an eyebrow as he shifted you in his lap, he grabbed your chin and made you look up at him
Even when he did this you avoided his gaze....you never spoke this much or sounded almost as passionate as you have unless.... There was another reason...
"Speak with your chest, I know that there's another reason as to why you want to change. So tell me what it is."
You looked to meet his gaze for a split second, locking with his middle set of eyes before you grabbed his hand on your chin. You moved the hand to your chest over your heart while you leaned against his chest
"You..."
"Elaborate.."
You took a deep breath again and looked around your yard before shutting your eyes
"You had said and I had agreed back when we first made our promises... That even if I were to die and you go on living, you wouldn't love another soul, nor turn your back on my aging body."
"I did, and I will honor those promises for as long as I am here and continue to do so since the day I made them. Is that your point?"
"My point... Is that I don't want to leave you eternally alone. I would rather be a demon and lose my humanity just so we can be together for as long as we both live, that is my point."
For the entire time you've been here like this, after the passing seconds of what you said hung in the air for him to mull over
And then... He smiled
"Then listen to me well My Moon.."
He removed his hand from your grasp and took his blade out, running it along his wrist in a slow fluid motion as his blood began to run and drip to the wood floor below you
"If you choose not to ingest my blood, I will remain. I am a man of my word and my promises to you will never be empty or forgotten. However... Do you choose to ingest my blood, what you said before that you 'Don't want to leave me eternally alone" will become your promise to me that I will expect you to honor, do you understand My Moon?"
He held his arm up to your eye level as it continued to drip and stain both of your clothes as he held it.
You looked at his arm watching each drop of blood drip from his arm
You looked back at him and his expression, a soft smile was spread across his face, but all of his eyes showed a waiting fury for what your decision would be
No matter the choice... he would be at your side
You moved and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek as you turned and gently took his arm closer looking at the cut with your final decision
"Till Death Do Us Part"
You moved the cut to your mouth and slowly with a bit of a sour look on your face as the tangy metallic taste flooded your mouth and soon your entire body
Before you could scream or yell in paint and thrash about, Kokushibo clasped a hand over you mouth to muffle any noise you made
His other arm thrown around your waist pinning you back against him and pinning your arms at your sides
You squirmed, shook, thrashed, and screamed against his hold and hand while he just held you like it was nothing
He smiled while watching you, his eyes softening a bit while he looked up at the moon and forced your head against his shoulder to make you look at it as well
"Till Death Do Us Part, Forever One"
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Just another Michikatsu fanart. I'm afraid to colour him because my drawings always look better when they're only line art 😕 He's still cute though 😊
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Fandom: Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba
Pairing: Kokushibō x fem!Reader/Kokushibō's wife
Count: 2.7K
Rating: 🔞
Chapter Tags & Warnings: Sengoku era flashbacks, Reincarnation, Codependency, References to childbirth but nothing graphic, Obscure childrearing practices, References to marechi blood, POV Second Person, POV Tsugikuni Michikatsu, blood drinking, dub-con elements veering into non-con, you see how this just keeps getting worse
Part III
On AO3
IV.
There’s never been a waver in his step, not quite like this. The breaths he takes are plentiful yet not enough, and the way to the chamber feels like an ever-lengthening corridor, swallowing the destination even as he strides across it.
He’d heard you, by all the gods he did: on his way to the village, and on his way back during those long hours, the whimpers and low sobs as you tried to keep silent for the sake of bravery more wretched as time passed.
Incredible, how joy can flourish from hardship. The midwife appears, bows after she closes the sliding wall with small, nervous fingers. “Michikatsu-sama.”
“Sumi, how is she? How are—they?”
“All is well,” the woman says, as calm as only one experienced with this process can be. “I’ve left Yuwa to keep watch over her.”
“... to keep watch? What for?”
“Yes, Michikatsu-sama, for the seven days after the birth it is good for one to not fall too deeply into sleep, and we must help—”
What? If an exhausted soldier has survived a heavy battle, rest is paramount to regaining their strength. Why would a new, weakened mother be denied this vital need?
“That makes little sense to me, Sumi.” He tries to be kind, he does: he is grateful for the dutiful care they’ve all displayed towards you and more relieved than he’s been in years. “You should have asked.”
The midwife’s eyes are set on the ground, the quirk to her lip hinting at a differing view; but she keeps her peace, nodding and moving aside to make space.
His hand has been steadier when gaining access into this room before, true, and what Michikatsu finds as he enters helps little in alleviating the condition.
Yuwa sustains you, propped up against rolled-up quilts, appearing so spent it tears at him. Clutched at your breast like a dragon’s egg is a bundle, a tiny thing he can’t even see properly, partly shielded by the fall of your hair. His mouth opens, then closes. You must not have heard him, your eyes half-closed, a sheen on your skin even after the women washed and changed you.
“Yuwa… leave us,” Michikatsu says, and at his voice your expression livens, your gaze set on him as he slides the panel closed. A smile brightens your weary face.
The girl, who also looks tired, furrows her brows and bows low. “My lord? I was assigned by Sumi-sama…”
“No longer.” He shuffles close, unable to keep his eyes off your face, your chest, your–face–the tiny paw-like limb resting against your skin— “I will watch her tonight. You may retire.”
Once alone, Michikatsu nears and carefully drapes himself at your side, caressing your hair, kissing the top of your head. The paw moves, stirring a beat as silent as a butterfly wing.
“He’s…”
“Yours.”
Michikatsu smiles at the tint of humor in your voice—he probably looks as lost as he feels, then, so he clings to you, worn by this unfamiliar whirlwind of emotion. You shift, making yourself more comfortable against his shoulder.
“I’m here.”
“I know.”
“I’ll be here every night.” His thumb grazes the hand holding your child to your breast.
Your eyes close, your sigh warm against his neck. “I know.”
You glance briefly at the priest, met with his soft smile. He’s easy to speak to, and despite being skeptical you decided to return and see if he did find any written knowledge on the nature of your abnormal experience. You can’t help but yawn every few minutes, your eyes on the old scroll unfurled on his small desk. Your sleep has been terrible the night before, with vivid dreams of peculiar nature flowing one after the other. You barely remember most of it and woke with the weariness of having run an entire day. Work at the factory left its mark as well, but still, you want to get this over with.
“A sleepless night?”
His voice is as warm and soothing as summer rain after a drought. “I’ve been having… intense dreams lately.”
“Oh?”
He seems genuinely interested, and you want to tell him more—you want to tell him everything, and yet… “It’s nothing, just… gibberish. It’s nothing.”
His striking eyes are on you, their pupils darkly set in the middle of his bright irises. “Either way, I have unfortunately found nothing to fit your description. But,” he raises an elegant finger, sighs, then taps it against his desk. “Nevermind. You would not believe it.”
“... what? After what I’ve seen, I… I admit my views of the possible have been amended, if only a little. I’m willing to hear it, if you would share.”
“I see… well, simply put, Mrs, the notion I am referring to is the existence of other creatures aside from ghosts… people would refer to them as demons.”
He was right. You do have trouble believing this. But well… “That’s indeed not something easy to grasp. I've always treated this, all of this, as folklore.”
“I’ve never heard of an encounter myself, but there are rumors… unexplained deaths and disappearances, people speaking of secret organizations dealing with dangerous things lurking in the night… Oh well,” the priest waves a hand, his reassuring voice a contrast to his words. “It might only be people’s rich imagination. We do have plenty of that, don’t we?”
You smile, rising to your feet. “Thank you for trying.” The disappearances you’d heard of, another reason you avoided traveling at night alone. It had been so ever since—... You shake off the memory.
“Of course, any time,” he bows. “If anything else happens, you will always find me here.”
You’re grateful, walking with him to the gates outside, where a clear night has settled. After saying your farewells, your tired body announces itself, craving rest.
There’s no other option but to head out, making a point of reaching your home as fast as possible.
Maybe you’re overthinking all of this, maybe you simply are exhausted and your mind conjures images like living dreams. You’ve read about such fancies befalling people, but then you remember: the inexplicable need to be close to him, the pressure on your lips that last time you saw… him? It?
Setting your desk to chop vegetables for dinner, the trail of your thoughts tapers away into mundane worries to the dull repetitive sounds and motions of your cutting knife.
The silence is broken so unexpectedly, your hand slips. “AH!” You stare absently at the thin trickle of blood seeping from the cut on your finger, your hearing caught on the sounds of a… flute?
What’s more, you know that sound. You’ve heard it before, so many times it tugs at your chest. You grab a cloth and press it to the cut as you hurry outside, thinking your hearing might be playing tricks, which says little about your deteriorating state of mind.
But instead, you see…
“You!”
He’s propped with his shoulder against a pine tree, playing a tune you’ve never heard before and yet feels painfully familiar.
When you speak, he ceases to play, raising his gaze to you—those unnerving eyes of intense red and gold able to see beyond your skin, or so it feels. “Why… why have you appeared?” The priest’s words ring in your mind.
He rights himself, nearing you silently in a sure glide. He extends a hand and you realize, he’s offering you your flute.
“You had left it, by the bench, last time. It was still there.”
You press a hand to your mouth, thankfully taking the object from him. His skin feels so cold, impossibly cold. “Well… you… play well.”
He says nothing, watching you with that eerie stillness that sets your nerves on edge. Demon?
“Why are you here again?”
He glances away for a moment. He looks rather dignified, comes the thought. He faces you beneath the yellow, artificial lamplight. Shadows play on his unusual features like living tentacles. “I’d like to speak, if…”
His voice is cut abruptly, as though an invisible hand took him by the throat. His gaze roams all over you as if seeking something, settling on the piece of cloth wrapped around your finger.
“Speak… to me?” And like having icy water poured down your back you remember how your last meeting ended, and shame warms your face. What had gotten into you, then, anyway? How could anyone have been taken by such thoughts and in relation to him no less?
He had good reasoning… it was foolish of me. When no other word leaves his mouth, you cross your arms at your chest, tucking your hands around your body. “Oh, I cut myself. It’s not deep.” But the oddest thing: he won’t react.
“You’re bleeding.”
What a strange concern to insist upon. He looks different, the lashes of those kanji-adorned eyes heavier, as though fallen under a trance. “Is… is something the matter?”
“... no.” His chest rises, then falls in a deep breath. “I do not have an answer.”
Your confusion has reached such critical levels, you find yourself wanting to shake him. “About what?”
“Your question. Last time.”
You think, replaying the moment…. Why do you keep coming here?
“I see.”
“But…” he pauses again and swallows thickly. “But I can share other truths, and a warning.”
You don’t seem fazed, and he carries on despite the weakness in his knees and the thundering of his own blood in his veins. The moment he felt the scent, he knew it for what it was and now he is fiercely, desperately hungry.
He ought to—
No.
Flee from you? That happened once before; never again.
Instead, he takes another step towards you. The craving shivers through him like fissures of desire. Focus, you are stronger; you have been, for a long time.
“Demons… a reality…” Your voice holds incredulity after he's shared with you the forbidden knowledge, but your features—alarmingly—show curiosity more than any other emotion.
“You see, the priest was not lying.” Now standing inside, he slowly takes hold of your injured hand, a strange emotion snuffed fast when you let him, so trustingly. He places your palm on his chest, “Am I not real?”
“You feel real,” you murmur. Your hand is warm, heated with your blood. “You have a pulse, a quickened one.”
Upper Rank One forces himself still, the smell of that rare blood like a shield around you. He loathes it; he wants it. “The priest… is not human.” Doma knows what he's doing, and manipulation is his crown tactic after all. “And neither am I.”
He expects disbelief to change your face, or at the very least for you to draw back in a burst of human survival instinct.
You do neither. If anything, you feel closer, weaving with this situation like a moth in spidersilk. A situation he failed to retreat from, reopening a wound he still cannot locate. And that, well, that is infuriating.
No matter. Once he’s finished, your doe-eyed thrill will surely fade.
“You're not human,” you repeat, now studying his features with intense focus: his eyes, the letters engraved in them. The sight might make others flee as it has before, but you seem to take it in stride. You linger on the flame-like mark adorning his jaw, snaking down his throat as your hand feels the fabric of his kimono between curious fingers.
“I would…” This closeness fuels a need so selfish he must steel himself to speak without a slur to his voice. “... not return to that temple if you value your life at all.” Your body warmth is like a furnace, closer, not close enough.
You frown. “You mean to say, the charming priest so many people trust and take refuge in... has ill intent?”
He nods. “The beings you call 'demons'… they need flesh and blood to thrive. Human.” His clawed fingers circle your wrist, removing your hand from him.
“And, you…”
“I have consumed many across hundreds of years.” The blunt truth is always the best way. Nowadays, he rarely indulges. The potent blood of that man flows through him as if he’d been turned yesterday. But that changes nothing of the past. “Now do you understand…”
“I do. I try… but somehow, even if I don’t even know your name, I don’t quite believe you’d hurt me.” You pause. “... is something the matter with you…?”
Are you immune to all sense? You must be. You’re staring at him with no fear, your pulse still beating against his palm—he’s not released your wrist, as if drunk on all the wine he could not drink for centuries.
"Is that what it is?... Is that the reason you’re trembling? Are you hungry?”
Your question and the awareness in your eyes as you ask it surprises him. And he realizes, that he is indeed not mastering his body as before. “No, I’m…”
He would never tell you, would he? Giving anyone a tactical advantage against you is always a bad decision, leading to many downfalls. Your rare blood spilling makes him weak, like he could fall into the sun and die singed by its heat, uncaring of all existence, of the mission given to him by the only one stronger than he, the regrets he’s forgotten and the ones he cannot; a hateful state of being, and one he must shed as soon as possible. But, how?
You near him even more, your head tilting to meet his eyes. “Forgive me for being so forward last time.”
He lingers like that, watching the pulse at your throat leaping like butterflies trapped beneath your skin. “There is nothing to forgive.”
“Do you need it? Will you have it, if it helps you?” You’re pointing at a large vein in your forearm.
What an unbelievable, ludicrous turn. “You would… give of your blood to me? Freely?”
His throat aches, the need to feed stronger than it has ever been in recent memory. The fear he hadn’t sensed in you before is present now, its trembling aura rippling around your spirit. He wishes he could feel sympathy, to retreat, and he knows you’d be dead by his hand if he wished it, and still…
You nod, breathing deeply. “A settling of scores. You saved my life, back then. So, consider it… an offering? All debts are paid.”
“There is no… debt.” What a strange being you are; what a foolish one, he thinks, drawing nearer, his gaze locked on yours. If this were a battle, this faltering balance would cost him.
“There is.” Your voice is tinged with uncertainty.
“It will hurt.”
You nod as though to say, ‘I accept that’.
Your face, your damned face… he’s seen these features before, he knows this determination. But the memories jumble and merge with one another, the hundreds of years having churned them until their dust is scattered over his mind with little meaning. You’re close enough to touch, close enough…
In a breath, his hands are iron bands around your wrists; he slams you into his body so strongly you gasp, arms crushing you close, head tilting to inhale the skin at your neck.
“Wh—”
His fangs dig deep, closing on tender flesh.
Your heart rages against his chest; you writhe as he drinks and drinks, the taste of life drowning his reason with brutal, unyielding force. He does not hold back, wants you to know and feel the enormity of what this means. Here… this is what you agreed to… will you be as brave next time?
You might have whimpered, you might have wept. Words barely reach him; weakly, you squirm against him, the pleas to release you smothered by a delectable rush infusing every cell in his body. If anything, it spikes the thrill.
“A moment longer, Hisa… a moment…”
He finally ends his feeding as the tension in your limbs eases, blood-stained lips gliding along your jaw, the grip on you slackening; when he feels your body softening against him he lifts you in his arms, turning to gaze around your household.
You’ve fallen unconscious, eyes closed, your head lolling to one side. “I warned you it would hurt,” he murmurs, kneeling and laying you on the futon in what looks like the sleeping chamber.
The taste of your blood is sweet on his lips, searing down his throat and lapping like languid flames at his insides.
The blood… then, this is the reason. The reason why he kept returning here, rather than retreating alone anywhere he deemed. Why do threads of confusion cut him when he looks at you now, lying there motionless, your breaths heavy?
No, no ... That is not the reason. He should drink you dry and end this wallowing. He’s always known or predicted all the variables in a situation to tilt things in his favor, except for now.
You groan softly as he stares into nothing, and that stirs an uncomfortable urge to remain by your side. The demon reaches, clawed hand smoothing strands of hair away from your wet forehead. He should drink you dry, yes. But he won’t, and neither will anyone else.
Part V
#kny#kimetsu no yaiba#demon slayer#kokushibo#human kokushibo#ruiniel:fanfiction#kokushibo x oc#kny fanfic#michikatsu tsugikuni
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Two of my pitches for a Zine I'm apart of that in the end didn't get selected... debating if I should finish them anyways for like prints or something? o:
If anyone is interested then I'll probably see if I can squeeze them in! I am however excited to show the piece I'm working on when the time comes!! :D
#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#hantengu#kaigaku#kny#kny fanart#fanart#wip#myart#kokushibo#sekido#urogi#karaku#zohakuten#urami#aizetsu#everything is rough#i really like the kaigaku one so i might finish him anyways since its like - half human half demon shift of before/after
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I keep seeing these "What the upper moons think of each other" headcanons on youtube and when it comes to Upper Moon 4, it's always just mainbody Hantengu. I kinda wanna see how the clones interact with the other upper moons. So here how I think it goes:
Sekido and Kokushibo get along pretty good. When Akaza and Douma are squabbling again, Kokushibo uses his power to make them stop. Sekido witnesses this and uses similar disciplinary tactics on Karaku and Urogi.
Karaku and Douma hang out like besties, going on nights out together in the entertainment district and having fun with the courtesans there before eating them until they get kicked out by Daki and Gyutaro for compromising their food supply.
Gyokko gave Hantengu a pot as a gift. Tiny Hantengu stays inside to be safe and sound while the big four take turns watching over him.
Urogi would try to make Akaza laugh by tickling him using his feathers only to get donut-punched but it'll be alright since he's a demon and he can regenerate.
Daki and Gyutaro seeing Zohakuten like: "Ain't no way this pipsqueak is a higher rank than us! Let's beat his ass!" It didn't end well. Gyutaro's poison doesn't work on the wooden dragons and they keep biting and ripping Daki's obi belts
Akaza teaching Aizetsu how to fight without weapons like: "Here's what you can do if a demon slayer gets too close for you to use your spear. You can punch them really hard in the solar plexus until your fist goes right through their body"
Karaku and Urogi running away from Sekido who recently learned what Kokushibo does to Douma and Akaza when they do shenanigans
#also Aizetsu and Akaza lowkey bonding over puncturing holes in to human bodies#Akaza making donuts while Aizetsu makes swiss cheese#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#demon slayer hantengu#demon slayer memes#hantengu#hantengu clones#kny hantengu#aizetsu#sekido#karaku#Urogi#upper moons#kny headcanons#demon slayer headcanons#kimetsu no yaiba memes#upper moon 4#kny demons#Kokushibo#douma#akaza#gyokko#daki demon slayer#gyutaro#kimetsu no yaiba headcanons#kimetsu no yaiba hcs#upper moon 1#upper moon 2#upper moon 3
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wait. random idea. Pathetic(blame candy) muzan & kokushibo are exes from Centuries ago and he has Complaints hed like to talk about w him but all hes getting to now is Nakime. hes so sick of his bullshit and just enduring it and goes to kagaya like 'i have to kill kibutsuji. ill help you kill him & the other upper moons just PLEASE im so sick of this shit. i need to kill him' 'well you arent killing me so ill give you the benefit of doubt-'
since they broke up he's hacked at the curse to the point he can snap it Whenever without muzan noticing, he finally did so & went to kagaya bc he can Feel shit's gonna pick up soon. he has his memories but he Ignores Them bc hes ashamed and kinda projecting it onto muzan. he has to kill muzan to kill his shame kinda fucked up coping mechanism yk?
the hashira try to kill him On Sight together but he calmly deflects everything while explaining hes working with them to kill kibutsuji. reluctant acceptance with the note from kagaya giving him a pass. most of them fully believe its a trap tho.
koku seeing tanjiro & his earrings and starting to approach, giyuu already has his blade lodged in his neck as a warning/threat & tanjiro staring at him in shock like 'HUH?? THE MAN FROM MY DREAMS?? HES A DEMON NOW? WAIT WHATS HE DOING HERE-'
#allied kokushibo au#he gets to have a conversation w tanjiro (giyuu watching like a fucking hawk) about his brother & sun breathing and all that- nezuko and her#conquering the sun- koku agreeing that of any demon she deserves to have the sun's blessing. not fuckin *muzan*. he'll want his grubby#little hands on her as soon as he finds out. You. practice sun breathing Right Now you have to be Ready for this.#kokushibo#tsugikuni michikatsu#kny spoilers#<probably need to add that since this is like Entirely surrounding the final few arcs#he talks to tomayo&yushiro and shinobu and gets in on their plans. maybe stop shinobu from her suicide attempt & deals with douma himself#leaves more than just tanjiro and giyuu to fight akaza#i dont remember how kaigaku's goes isnt zenitsu the only one? if so he can keep that thats his atonement whatever for jigoro#nakime however is going to have much more of a Time defending against like 4 hashira at once#yadda yadda less casualties happier ending. koku not knowing what the fuck to do now. stop the need to Eat People to live obviously but what#the fuck. he still hates himself. all the tereible shit hes done and for What. does he kill himself? walking into the sun seems like a good#way to go. fitting yk? but if he becomes fully human like nezuko did what the fuck does he Do. just. Live? after all the shit he did? no..#cool at the beginning but the ending has many questions#i do think he'd want to kill himself but i also think he'd be scared to see his brother in the afterlife. in canon it feels like a spur of#the moment Explode Yourself bc the emotions were overwhelming in the moment#or maybe its been way too long since ive read the manga and this shits ALL out of character#whatever it was funnie at first but then i put too much thought into it#def wanna see somethn with him & tanjiro talking about how theyre connected#kny manga spoilers
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#the magnus archives#jonathan sims#tma#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#kny#kokushibou#kokushibo#upper moon 1#twelve kizuki#they’re also both monsters who used to be humans#who are not the big bad themselves but rather the top ranked subordinate of said big bad#and are drenched in eye motif for 👀reasons👀#i just think it’s funny#upper moons#muzan kibutsuji#kibutsuji muzan#jarchavist#the archivist#the eye#the beholding#jonah magnus#elias bouchard#jon sims
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you can find my husbands when yiu go to my pinned page but who are yours?
i got none
but all main protagonists in media i have claimed as my younger siblings 🫡
#(☎️) quasar does things#i’m more of a platonic love girlie#but if its currently#the closest would be kokushibo (when he was human) or rengoku (being paired up with him 6 times gets to you) for kny#and al haitham from genshin (i will get him next time trust)
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@cryopathiic said: Stares at Upper One in the same way snakes stare at their prey when they're not sure if it will fit in their mouth.
unprompted || always accepting
✢ Upper One stared at them in turn before bending down just a bit to pick up Douma like a cat, before hoisting him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, silently. Not a word, no change in facial expression.
#❥ Asks#✢ Kokushibo#✢ Abandoning humanity ; IC#uppies?#❥ a home in eternal paradise || douma || cryopathiic#cryopathic
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Chapter 22: Dompa or Douma?
You regretted opening your eyes.
You weren't able to move your body. Paralyzed completely from shock and fear. You didn't like this one bit.
The snout hadn't budge away one bit. Only moving closer to where you both hid. The experience wad surreal, and terrifying.
You swore you felt adrenaline pump into your veins. Heck- you thought you heard blood rush through your ears.
Your heartbeat uneven.
Inosuke kept squeezing your hand reassuringly. Despite the situation you were both in. At least he was trying to help.
At last, the snout pulled away from your hiding spot. You felt dizzy, and began feeling lightheaded.
Were you going to pass out?
You hoped not. But the feeling grew before you blacked out, the pressure and fear had finally gotten to you.
Before you fully entered dreamland, you heard Inosuke yell and a loud growl. Why was it always you passing out and not the others?
And then... you heard nothing.
-x-
You heard soft growls, and a voice you recognized. It was Inosuke, wasn't it? Why did he sound like a dying horse?!
" Yohina!"
You were startled awake, sitting upright.
" Yugipirocho is awake!"
" I am Y/n!"
You argued, not liking how he got your name wrong. Maybe he struggled to say your name? Like Tanjiro and Zinetsu?
It would explain his lack of knowledge to pronounce names of other people. There was no other explanation.
Maybe.
" Y/n L-"
You froze when you saw scales. Red, black and some brown in your vision. It wad behind Inosuke.
" Yupicho?"
" ..."
Your eyes followed the tail of the creature. You craned your neck to look up, and saw the Spinosaurus.
Its rainbow eyes stared down at you, into your soul like an angel judging you. Maybe it was judging you.
" Oh... my..."
You whispered, eyes staring at the snout of the dinosaur. The Spinosaurus. The dinosaur that was a very confusing dinosaur species.
" Please tell me he is friendly...."
" You mean Dompa? He is friendly!"
" D...Dompa?"
You snapped your head to look at Inosuke, dumbfounded. Dompa? Was this his name?
Your eyes widened at a horrible thought and possibility.
What kind of name was that?! A type of dinosaur disease?! Did they name this dinosaur after a disease you didn't know about?!
The dinosaur snorted, turning his massive head away from Inosuke. Was it... disappointed? Was his name not Dompa?
" Douma! Stop being mean!"
The dinosaur sighed, as if happy and relieved. So... his name was Douma and not Dompa? Good to know.
" Ino-"
" Yupichi! I am trying to argue with Dobo here!"
" Eh?!"
Why were you surprised? He always got a name right once and never again. You were starting to believe that he was an AI.
" Are y-"
" Shush!"
You looked at the dinosaur with confusion. He only seemed to be just as confused as you were.
That helped.
" Where is mom? Shouldn't she be in Defé?"
Did he mean café? Was he unintelligent to figure out that almost the entire island was evacuated?
That you and the others were the only group on the island that never evacuated like everyone else?
" I want mom!"
" I-"
" No! I want mom!"
How long would it take him to realize that his mom was probably nowhere on the island? That she might not have survived?
That dinosaurs were on the prowl? Ready to rip someone apart and not regret making them their next meal?
If he didn't...
You shook your head to get rid of those thoughts. There was no time to think about it. You had to think positively.
Hopefully nothing would happen to your friends, right? Negative thoughts clouded your brain, but you snapped out of it.
Inosuke seemed to be... wrestling the dinosaur? Why would he do that?! Wasn't he scared that the dinosaur would eat him?!
... At least you knew his name wasn't Dompa.
Fate watched your journey grow. She watched you continue to flourish. Her grin was wide, and her sisters also enjoyed watching you make through difficult courses. The very courses that they had set up just for you.
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#demon slayer#hantengu#sekido#urogi#aizetsu#karaku#angry oc with a hatred for humans#zohakuten#muzan kibitsuji#kokushibo#douma#akaza#gyokko#guytaro#daki#kagaya ubuyashiki#tengen uzui#kyojuro rengoku#gyomei himejima#muichiro tokito#shinobu kocho#giyu tomioka#obanai iguro#mitsuri kanroji#sanemi shinazugawa#genya shinazugawa#jurassic world#jurassic park#jurassic world kny au#the worker and the carnivores
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A demon king will die but not his ideals
Ketsueki: The oldest triplet
Shi: The middle triplet
Kiba: The youngest triplet
Ketsueki sighs as their hands are hidden behind their back. They glare down at the human in front of them, "I thought I asked you to bring me a blue spiderlily?" They pouted and the human apologized, "I'm sorry darling, I just couldn't find one... I mean it's almost like-..." The human didn't even get to finish his sentence when Shi sliced his head off with little remorse. "Stop playing with your food," Shi huffed as they licked the blood from her hands. "If you won't finish off the boy toy I wouldn't mind," Shi grins as they look at Ketsueki, "Don't even think about it you imbecile," They huff as they walk over to the severed head. The neck poured blood as the eyes of the human's head moved for just a few seconds more before seeing the inside of Ketsueki's throat. "Kiba better have produced results or we'll have to deal with this issue quicker than expected." "Oh don't worry your pretty little head, Kets. You're pretty enough to get another gullible human to drool over the prospect of earning you, they're not that hard to impress anyways." Shi grins as she walks to her sibling, "Plus Kiba's still out doing work in the north, the mountains need to be checked and they're perfect for the job."
It is quite surprising to think that the king of demons was able to produce not just one or two, but three children. Ketsueki, the eldest of the three, has inherited more of Muzan's looks but has Kokushibo's personality and aura. Shi, the middle child, has inherited more of Kokushibo's looks, yet possesses the menacing air of Muzan to an almost eerie perfection. Lastly, Kiba, the youngest of the three, is an almost perfect combination of the two demons, but their aura is difficult to place, almost as if it is nonexistent except for in battle.
#excerpts#literature#writing#lgbtq#fanfic#muzan x kokushibo#I made them have kids#They will be mentioned in this but I will not write them specificaly#They're triplets#modern au#but also just au in general#I have not made art of them yet#what if scenario#ship kids#possible blood or gore later on#or now#Does cannibalism count if its demons eating humans? Who cares I don't make the rules
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genuine question, could it be possible for one of your pairs of eyes to need glasses but not the others? Or are they all the same and if one pair needed glasses they all would
The short answer to this niche hypothetical is that I wouldn't need glasses at all. I have six of them for a reason. If they get damaged, they can regenerate.
#ask kokushibo#I fail to understand why you all must persist in pestering me about things only humans have to worry about#There are and have been other demons with even stranger biology than mine.
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the way i go back into kny episodes that muzan is in just so i can hear him degrade people 😻😻 i have the episode numbers + voicelines memorized by this point
#LMFAOOOO#i sit there SMASSSHING the back button to replay him saying ‘do you need something from me?’ for the 14th time#OR THAT SCENE W AKAZA 😋 THEY BOTH LOOK SO YUMMY#AND THE ONE WHERE HES HOLDING YHE BOG DEMON UP W JUST HIS HAND ARKUND HIS NECK😻😻#AND AND FEM MUZAN 😋😋😋#ANDDDDDD ESPECIALLY THE ONE WHERE HE RUNS INTO TANJIRO#THAT HUMAN FAKE ASS WIFE OF HIS SHOULDA BEEN ME 🤨#DID THEY FUCK? I GOTTA KNOW.#but real shit tho. NEED TO BE BETWEEN HIM N KOKUSHIBO 🫡#LMFOA this is a wreck.#[‹ moshi : thirsts ›]#[‹ muzan! ›]
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tag dump
#tag dump#we will do whatever it takes to kill you: TAMAYO#someone who never gives to others will someday become unable to receive anything from them: YUSHIRO#I do not remember a single human being I have killed: MUZAN#was I so afraid of defeat that I became a monster: KOKUSHIBO#I wanted to make the pitiful people happy and help them: DOMA#weaklings make me sick: AKAZA#I'm a good natured weakling: HANTENGU#you seem desperate it's embarrassing: GYOKKO#the sufferings of my past were lessons on what to do to others as revenge: GYUTARO#we beautiful powerful demons can do anything we want: DAKI#as long as you live on you can win someday: KAIGAKU#all human hearts are the same fragile and weak like glasswork: ENMU#the more powerful I became the less I remembered about being a human: RUI
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back to the half demon half human reader thing: this time, upper moons? i think it would be cute
Demon slayer masterlist
Baby demon - hashira
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Muzan walked into your room. You haven't made a noise since he put you down for a nap.
He found you staring at the flower themed mobile. He cooed at you as he picked you up.
He had you in his hip while he took a walk around the castle letting you see each demons domains.
You babbled as you played with the buttons on his best.
"My Lord I didn't know you had a kid." Douma commented, seeing him walk by.
"I Don't."
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"Please stop pulling my hair." Kokushibo said while grabbing your hands that were tangled in his long locs. You were standing on one of his legs while he was sitting.
Once he got a hold of both of your hands you started to dance
"Da Da Da" You babbled.
"Yeah, that's right dada. Can you say it?"
"Da da... Dadaa."
"Yeah, I'm dada." His blew raspberries into your cheeks.
You giggled and squirmed.
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He knew you were a half demon from the start.
You were presented to Douma as a present from one of his followers, you're unique like him. Visually different (I was thinking something like an albino or vitiligo) but still adorable to look at.
"Aww you look so cute Y/n!" He exclaimed as he took you from his follower's arms. You had on an outfit identical to his with a matching hat.
You giggled as he tickled your stomach before sitting you on a soft pillow next to his own.
You always sat next to him and his followers came and visited.
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"Do you want your binkie?" Akaza tried to calm you down but nothing was working.
He tried feeding you, cradling you, swaddling you, putting you down for a nap and more.
You would not stop crying.
There was one thing they he hadn't tried yet but he was too embarrassed to do it. Your screams were enough to drive him to do it.
He sung to calm you down.
It worked.
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"Ready or not here I come." Daki took of running to find you.
You giggled, not so quietly, as you watched her run around while you were hiding behind Gyotaro.
"Gyotaro where did they go?" Daki whispered as if she didn't know you were behind him. He shrugged cause you to giggle harder.
"GOTCHA" She exclaimed and tried to reach around her brother. You screeched and tried to run but she caught you and threw you in the air.
"HAHA I WIN."
"DON'T THROW THEM!"
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Who was your favorite
#male reader#female reader#gn reader#demon slayer x reader#kny x reader#child reader#x child reader#kny x child reader#demon slayer x child reader#kokushibo x reader#douma x reader#muzan x reader#akaza x reader#gyotaro x reader#daki x reader#reticent writes#reticent writer#platonic
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💮 Hello, I was wondering if you could do a muzan × reader where they're married, so he's the demon king and she's the queen, and they have been together way before he was a demon, so he turned her. She's also pregnant, and he won't allow her to go on missions anymore. I would like to know if he would keep her by his side or would he lock her in her room. She can also walk in the sun. Please take your time. 💮
𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏. — Muzan x F!Reader
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Gentle Muzan with slightly harsh words, stubborn reader.
𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: Very cute request! I’ve never written for Muzan and a pregnant wife, so it should be fun. Might rewrite, this was a little lazy 😭
“Darling, please lay down.” Muzan said with a sigh. You two had been going back and forth all night, and you were keeping him quite busy, busy enough to the point he had to ignore his other tasks and focus on you in the moment. “Stop!! Don’t you have any missions for me to do?— I mean, I can’t just lay here for 8 months straight.” You said, trying to sit up and get out of bed.
Muzan kept you away from the other demons, well more specifically Douma. He was far too handsy with you even if you were of a higher status and deserved just as much respect as Muzan. He preferred keeping you locked inside of his room when he couldn’t have you near him, such as when he worked on experiments or had meetings with the ranks. You were too distracting and required every of his attention, which he was willing to give when you two were alone and he wasn’t busy.
“Woman. Lay down, now.” Muzan said, furrowing his brow a bit. His hands were placed on your shoulders, occasionally switching to your waist, trying to be as gentle as possible with you even if his words weren’t. He let out a exhausted sigh, getting into bed with you. He then wrapped his arms around you, holding you just firm enough so you couldn’t get up from the bed. “Missions—“ You said, still trying to free yourself from his grasps. “Darling, I’ve made it clear that i’m not letting you go on any missions while your pregnant, go to sleep.” He said. He was right, besides, you hadn’t slept in days, but you wanted to do something, anything but be in this room.
“Let go—stop it! Stop!”
Muzan eventually had to lock you up inside of your room, not allowing you out at all. He had practically began to neglect you after the first few days of staying by your side. He did bring you human flesh to eat sometimes, and spend short amounts of time with you before going back to his work. If you got into too much trouble while on your own, he’d have Kokushibo or Akaza watch you. And they watched you like a hawk. They treated you as if you were a human, and any minor injury would be treated majorly.
Muzan wanted to be near you, but he just had too much to do. Today though,Muzan had come to check on you while you were asleep. But when you heard the door open, you forced yourself awake. You felt Muzan pull the blankets over your body completely, before placing a hand on your shoulder. “Muzan..?” You mumbled, turning over to look up at him. He gave you a small smile, before getting into bed beside you. “Upper 1 told me you were crying today. What’s wrong?” He asked, and you could barely believe it. You were about to slap him, but he had caught your wrist. He was just about to lecture and scold you, but you had burst out into tears before he could.
He didn’t know that this was also just your hormones affecting your mood, and thought you were just sad. “Darling, come here.” He said, sitting the both of you up and pulling you closer, allowing you to cry into his chest. “Y-you barely ever stay with me anymore!!” You sobbed, gripping his shirt. “My love, you know I have things to do..” He said, gently stroking your head. He was being honest, but there was another reason. He wasn’t sure how to take care of someone he actually cared for who was pregnant, so he resorted to locking you away to keep you safe and away from others.
“My apologies. I’ll take you with me from now on, how’s that sound, hm?” He asked with a smile when you finally calmed down a bit, tilting your head up to look at him. You sniffled, before nodding, wiping away your tears.
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